#john is the only one who knows they're a girl btw

[m1ssunderstanding]

Understanding Lennon McCartney Rewatch Part 4.1

This is embarrassing but I'm actually so obsessed with the first five minutes of this episode that I've got it bookmarked in my YouTube account. It's just so perfect!

“Say you don't looooove him, my salamander. Then why did you neeeeeeed him? Ono don't answer.” He genuinely thinks need and love are the same and I really hope he's got therapy for that messed up mindset by now.

Officially honored as the most successful musical composer and recording artist of all time. That damn well better be mentioned in his movie. And people still don't take him seriously. But also. John definitely smashed his TV.

I'm screaming. I love Linda the promoter so fucking much!! Interviewer: I knew a lot of your records had went gold and platinum and– Linda: a lot of them? All of them! Ugh I wish she was still with him now.

And then THIS! “What really happened between you and John?” As the first notes to “I Will Survive” play. It's too good. Everyone has to go watch that bit right now.

Linda coming in for the kill again with her fake posh accent: critics? Critics? Oooooh! … They're always three years behind.

Look at him (to the tune Bitch by Meredeth Brooks) he's a whore, he's a father, he's a star, he's a success, he's a lover he's smug, he's laughing, he's having fun, he's working hard. He's everything.

Interviewing Wings concert goers and this one girl goes, "oh I just got off on all of it" and another one goes “It was great, i came twice!” Literally it should've been me!!!!

The McCartneys are seriously such a big family. And it's been Paul's responsibility since was about 21, really, to make sure they're all okay financially. That Francie story of him crumbling in the street in Liverpool haunts me.

"Why shouldn't they go to the same school as everyone else goes to?" State schools should be the only legal schools btw.

I love what the creator does to contextualize their songs by pairing them with other contemporary footage. It makes it much easier for me to understand why something like “arrow through me” (which I love but none of the people I've shown it to do) would've been so popular.

Oh here we go again. Just show us the marriage certificate already.

Cackling at the contrast between “Old Siam Sir” which is one of my all time fav rockers and footage of the Stones being cringe AF and Dylan being so beyond done he's basically dead.

Oh. Okay. And then they slap us in the face with John's poor baby late 70s demo voice crooning, “Don't want your looooove. Anymore.” “I die each time I hear your name.” I'm fine. It's fine. I'm just vomiting my guts out because I'm sick. That's why.

The pairing of “Mr H Atom” with Paul's would've-been drag show is genius, but what is that clip of some sort of trial stuck in there? If anyone knows, please inform me. (16:15)

John sounds so sad talking about the “endless search for . . . Scotland . . . Within an hour of New York.” I can't help thinking of the Mull of Kintyre. But John was also the one who turned Paul on to Scotland in the first place, ≈always waxing poetic about the heather and the hills≈.

Sean is so adorable. Reminds me of my little guy a bit actually.

Why do I always want to tell Paul to be nice to John? John is worse to him. Idk maybe because John's pain is more visible.

#paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon #mclennon #Linda McCartney #ulm #understanding lennon mccartney

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

hi hello hi

i love ur headcanons, they're the most canon headcanons i've ever read 🫣..

was just wondering if you could write some about what you think the mercs favourite bands/musical artists would be 👁️

What Are The TF2 Mercs Favorite Bands/Music Artists?

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Awe tysm! Of course, I can, I love writing about music 😭 I had to delve into the depths of my Spotify to actually see what bands I know, that I should pick for these guys. This totally isn't me projecting btw.

I ended up just giving them a band they like and a singular musical artist.

(I've been forgetting to specify or elaborate on this, most of the time, unless mentioned, these silly's are in present day and not like the 60s lmao.)

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SPOILERS FOR THE BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY MOVIE! (Also a little angsty, sorry <3)

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Demo and Hozier oh my god, its insane how much he likes him. I don't know how to elaborate on this further, but like, "Would That I"??? I feel like he loves that song! Also, I feel like all I have to say is "Take Me To Church" and I know some people will understand that immediately. This man just uses music as escapism, of course he likes Hozier.

Will Wood and The Tapeworms is a band that I've already deemed one of Demo favorites because of "The First Step." but this man just genuinely loves all of the songs. "The First Step", "Front Street", "6up 5oh Copout (Pro/Con)" and "Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In!" Are his favorites though.

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Engie is a hardcore Dolly Parton fan. I know it's played out, I know it's obvious, I know its tropey, but I can't deny that this man loves Dolly Parton. Like this man is head of the fan club and I won't stop saying it. It would be wrong for me to pretend he doesn't heavily relate to "9 to 5."

Also loves the Chordettes oddly enough? He thinks all the way they sing is beautiful. He adores the cover of "Hello! Ma Baby". But is also a sucker for the popular ones, "Mr. Sandman" and "Lollipop". I will say though, it's utterly disturbing to the other mercs when it's like midnight and they get up for something and just here a really softly played "Mr. Sandman". Only one not disturbed is Medic, but like, it's hard to disturb a man who also has been known to play those old eerie songs at odd hours, they bond over this.

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This man loves Elton John, he loves how he can relate heavily to some of the songs and then just genuinely enjoy other ones with no other meaning. Like he'll listen to "I'm Still Standing", and feel a lot of emotions from it, and then like "Crocodile Rock" will come on and just vibe to it.

Heavy also likes the Beetles. I don't know I just think he likes way the songs are sung, and the meaning he pulls from the lyrics themselves. Reads into music a lot and values being able to do that. Likes songs about love, and the Beetles are great for that. Don't get him started on "I Want To Hold Your Hand", and "Eleanor Rigby".

(Uh did I make this man have kind of old man music taste? Yes. Am I wrong, and will I apologize? No. He is old!) (Affectionate)

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MARINA being Medics favorite is a mix of him being a teen girl in my mind, and an actual genuine ability to relate to some of the songs. I will say this until the day I die. This man has never felt good enough. Not even once. He's always working to try and get better, and once he does get better he's moving the goal post of getting better. Has played "Are You Satisfied" more times than you can count. "Oh No" and "Hermit The Frog" are also one's he finds himself both loving and relating to.

Would you guys be mad if I said this man was obsessed with Queen? (I am not projecting here, I swear!) Similarly to Heavy, he's a sucker for a romantic song or two. Loves "Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy" Also you want to talk about not feeling good enough, loops "Bohemian Rhapsody" Have you guys seen the Bohemian Rhapsody movie? You guys know the scene where Freddie (Rami Malek) is singing "Bohemian Rhapsody" and sings the line "I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all!" and has a slight break because he realizes he just actually said that? Yeah. That's how Medic feels when he first hears the song. But on a lighter note he also likes "Killer Queen" and "I Want To Break Free."

(Went crazy on this one, I really just need to make an entire breakdown on Medic one of these days 😭)

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Scout is a Tom Cardy fan. I don't know how to elaborate without just yelling "Mixed Messages" like come on. Also, have you guys heard "H.S" Man he loves that song! Also oops another mini headcanon inside a headcanon, Sniper introduced him to Tom Cardy when he had "Read Between The Lines" playing one day.

Mindless Self Indulgence is a tad self-explanatory but who am I not to explain something in graphic detail? Gives him such confidence and makes him feel so cool. I already headcanon that he loves "Get It Up" so it's only natural that his favorite band made a song he loves. I stand by what others have said. Trans boy swag, well also a mix of that and white boy swag. White trans boy swag makes a Mindless Self Indulgence fan.

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Sniper- Honestly? I racked my brain for this one, and I'm going to get silly with this. I'm going to say he likes George Ezra, purely because "Budapest" reminds me so much of him. I think he'd love that song. Another case of putting his emotions into his music or more like, liking music that conveys his emotions? Ough the song just gives me Sniper angst vibes.

Uh controversial opinion, what the frick??? Oingo Boingo fan. Again something I can't but he loved "Dead Man's Party" It's just a song he's always really liked. "No Spill Blood" and "Controller" are also ones he likes. I feel like "weird" music is his favorite genre of music.

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I hate to say it but Spy is a fan of Olivia Rodrigo. I'm not going to lie, he's the second most teen girl-coded person on the team. Sings "bad idea right?", "Brutal", and "good 4 you". Sings them in the shower, the other mercs are sick of it 😭

Is it too much to say Mother Mother for the fact that I love Spy angst and can see him crying over "Arms Tonite" and relating to "Verbatim" so hard it's insane? Ugh, I live for Spy angst. I want him to be happy too but it's so easy to put angst😭. (Also I can't stress how much "Wrecking Ball"

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Soldier is a sucker for AC/DC. Dad music (I say this with love, I get why people like AC/DC they have good music.)This man is just a criminally insane dad, in my mind anyway. The other mercs have been woken up to "Highway to Hell" once or twice and have let Soldier play "Thunderstruck" as hype music before a battle.

I think he likes Tom Petty, like how are you going to tell me he doesn't love "I Won't Back Down" and "Free Falling" just loves the sound of the music itself (if that makes any sense) more focused on the sounds instead of the actual meaning.

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Pyro is a huge fan of Jack Stauber. They adore the music. Enjoys the pop of "There's Something Happening" and loves the slow and sad sounds in "Cupid" Ugh they just love Jack Stauber so much. The only issue they had was when they first listened to "Bumblebees Are Out" it caused a meltdown, poor Pyro was reminded of trauma they forgot. Engie had to calm them down for an hour after. (They're okay, don't worry!)

PYRO IS A JUGGALO 100% I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL. They kick their legs while listening to "Imma Kill U". Listen to "My Axe" and replace any mention of an axe with their flamethrower, in their head. I'm just imagining an AMV or just seeing Pyro walking to "Boogie Woogie Wu" and scaring the shit out of anyone and everyone.

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I finally finished it 😭 I had like five asks? All at the same-ish time and I was so hyped but then my brain decided to revoke all my motivation. It's okay though I just pushed through it. I love being able to answer asks!

An ask about about Medic and Junji Ito's Gyo coming tomorrow hopefully!

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcanons #team fortress headcanons #tf2 hcs #tf2 demoman #tf2 engineer #tf2 heavy #tf2 medic #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro

[1moremilgram-enjoyer]

Deep Cover and YONAH spoilers!

First impressions time! (Looking at this translation for Deep Cover, this one for YONAH). Btw I actually haven't listened to Deep Cover yet because it's not out in my time-zone rip.

Add plagiarism to the list of crimes committed by Milgram prisoners lol. I actually love the Undercover callback it's fantastic! And the diss track? Eminem got nothing on wolf girl over here.

But this does raise the question of how much she actually knows about the murders. Like, she talks about very specific things such as Shidou being a "priceless stealer", so she has to know something. I saw someone bring up she may have been spying on all the interrogations, and I have to assume that's the case because how else would that happen.

I'm really interested in the fact Kotoko seems to want everyone to be Unforgiven, though.

Which one do you pick? I want unforgiven

And the fact at the end she lists all the T1 innos and insults them, as if she wants them to be Unforgiven too. Like, I get it, she enjoys feeling like she's dealing out justice, but what. I hope the MV clarifies a bit more because right now she just sounds unhinged. Which is fun! I like characters who are just unrepentantly evil. But I get the feeling there's something more going on. We already know some of her motivations from HARROW, but you have to wonder if they've evolved in some way during her time in Milgram.

Speaking of the MV, my prediction is not only that the other prisoners are gonna be there, which I have to assume will happen-

(Please show Amane as a monster please show Amane as a monster please show Amane as a monster)

-Ehem. Apologies. I don't know what possessed me there for a moment.

You wanna know the wildest prediction I have for the MV? (Which is most likely going to be wrong don't get too excited) It think every prisoner's crime will be related to one of the crimes we saw in HARROW, and perhaps others we'll get introduced to in Deep Cover.

Shidou: “UNDER” Unsalvagable Priceless stealer.

Probably the guy that stole a bunch of luxury bikes, since it fits the idea of stealing from a lot of people.

Kazui: “UNDER” I stay hidden, fake prosperity and greed.

Either Mikio Oshii (the guy from the alleway), who pretended to be a bank employee to steal money, or the "It's me" scammers, who called people, pretended to be a family member and asked for money.

Fuuta: You’re being a jerk. You’re being a jerk.

Either the "It's me" scams, or the guy who took upskirt photos, because they're connected to phones.

Haruka: “UNDER” It’s a stupid dependency. Muu: “UNDER” Unchanging. A spinning queen’s game. Mahiru: I still like you though, still like you, it’s difficult.

One of these would be the paper bag robbery done by two people. I don't know about this one, but I think it kinda works.

Mikoto: I really don’t remember, I really don’t, it’s so bad.

It could be the guy who took upskirt photos since he said he did it because of stress from work, but knowing Kotoko, I wouldn't be surprised if she connects him and John to the serial killer in the white hoodie. She does not like them.

I'm not sure about the rest of them. Again, that's just a silly prediction, I'm not expecting it to happen, I'm just putting it out there because if it does happen I will feel like a God lol.

About YONAH, I'm slightly disappointed we didn't get much about Kotoko herself, but it's still really good! I think it's fun that she sorta encouraged Es to Forgive at the end of TASK and now she's like "yo your weak-ass needs to stop forgiving people."

But I do want to say, I'm surprised at the amount of people who are shocked Kotoko wanted to attack Amane. Like, we even had that one timeline conversation when she said she wouldn't treat Amane differently just because she's a child. I thought we had an universal understanding that the only reason Amane wasn't attacked is because of the Kazui ceasefire and John's time-wasting fight (and out of universe, because we can't have a character dying in T1). I guess I was wrong though. Anyways, Worst Girl enjoyers are rejoicing right now. Not gonna lie, this is making me like Kotoko more and more by the second. I don't know what that says about me.

Anyways, what do you think Kotoko's percentage will look like on the day the voting opens? Not her verdict since... well. Like, I was always expecting her to Guilty sweep, but what we have so far doesn't really help her. I would not be surprised if she ends up easily beating Muu as the widest Guilty margin. Hell, do you think it can beat Shidou as the most decisive verdict in general? I think it's unlikely, since Shidou got nearly 82% inno this trial which is insane. But honestly, unless Deep Cover MV does some insane leg-work, Kotoko might get more than 82% Guilty. I think it'd be funny.

Not like I'm gonna stop it. Sorry inno truthers, I highly respect your commitment to wolf girl and fully respect the decision, but I feel like Not Forgiving her this trial would be for the best. Still, I'm open to having my mind change when the MV drops. Take care!

#milgram #kotoko yuzuhira #deep cover spoilers #yonah spoilers #milgram spoilers #kotoko yuzuhira spoilers

[cwritesforfun]

Sarah Cameron x Fem!Reader: Club Night

Y/N = Your Name

TW: Alcohol (usage is discussed) - btw, everyone is over 21 in this!

Sarah's POV

Losing my father was tough. It hurt me to lose him. Breaking up with John B was needed. We needed to be away from each other to fully heal and grow as individuals. I feel like I was stuck in that relationship for so long. Rafe is living his life and I don't like talking to him. Wheezie exists with Rose. Topper and I were friends with benefits all summer. I broke it off when I moved to college. Oh, I moved to college. It will be good. A new start.

3 years later... Your POV

You couldn't help it. You loved to dance. You would go out with your friends every weekend and sometimes leave with someone new. It depended on how you were feeling and whether or not you wanted company for the night. Truth is, it would be nice to be in a relationship, but no one in college is looking for that. You’ve looked.

You were going out with your friends tonight and they were bringing some new girl, she was roommates with your friend's girlfriend. Your friend, Penny, had been with her girlfriend, Maria, for 2 years. They were cute and you loved third wheeling with them. You sometimes wish you had someone to hold hands with, but no one wants what you want in a relationship and the attractive ones never want you. You were going to the "LGBTQ" club tonight because they had half-off drinks from 11:30 pm-12 am. It was a short window, so you have to be aggressive at the bar. It wasn't called the LGBTQ bar, but everyone there was part of the community, and those who weren't stuck out like a sore thumb. You were pansexual and proud of it. It didn't matter who you spent the night with, just if the feeling was right and if you were attracted to them.

We sit in Penny's car as we wait for Maria and her roommate. They walk out of the apartment and you exclaim, "Holy shit! Maria's roommate is beautiful." Penny replies, "Maybe she'll want to commit." You playfully slap her and say, "Shut it. A girl can dream." Maria slides in behind Penny and kisses her on the cheek. You turn to face the roommate and you say, "Hi, I'm Y/N." The girl says, "Uh hi... I'm Sarah. I'm Maria's roommate." You reply, "Nice to meet you."

You go to dinner first because if you're going to consume alcohol, you need food in your body. That is a fact. (Like actually please eat before you drink and do not consume alcohol underage.) We went to this diner that has the best burgers ever. They get better after alcohol too.

You slide into the booth and Sarah slides next to you while smiling at you. You all order food and you say, "So, Sarah, I don't know if you've heard, but we like to dance when we go out. We go all out with the moves. Can you get behind that?" Sarah laughs and answers, "Yeah I can. Maria showed me some videos of some of the dances." You gasp and ask, "Oh god, which ones?" Sarah answers, "I happen to remember this sexy number where you gave someone a lap dance." Sexy ... ?!?!? I look to Penny and Maria to see if they've heard that comment, but they're very much having a conversation. I turn back to Sarah and say, "I know that video because I've only given one lap dance. God, I can't believe she showed you that. I'm glad you enjoyed it nonetheless." Sarah smiles and says, "Yes I did. Is it okay if I stick with you tonight? I know Maria is the designated driver and she's dating Penny, so they'll be together. I know nobody else because I haven't gone out in this town yet. I know it's weird that I haven't gone out, but I suppose I just haven't found the right people yet. So, is that okay?" You answer, "Of course it's okay. You don't have to feel weird about not going out. It's all good. Just a word of warning, Maria and Penny get hot and heavy as the night goes on. You don't want to be around that." Penny says, "Excuse me! I heard that!" You ask, "And what are you going to do about it? Deny it? It's true." Maria answers, "That's usually when you dance and make friends anyway. We never think of it as leaving you alone." You answer, "Tonight I won't be alone, I'll have Sarah." Penny and Maria gasp. Penny asks, "What does she mean, Sarah? Please tell me that Y/N is not bringing you into her dream of being in a relationship on a club night." WOW ... just wow... Sarah says, "I know I haven't been out as bisexual for long, but I would be proud to be with Y/N on any night... But tonight, I just asked to stick by her side. You two have each other. I know nobody else. I want to make sure I have someone that I know." Maria says, "God they're perfect for each other." You exclaim, "I am ignoring you two until further notice." Penny and Maria laugh.

The rest of dinner is fun and you love hanging out with them.

You all go to your friend's house to pregame a little. He has shots lined up as soon as you walk in. Penny, Sarah and you take 2 shots together to start. Then, you all sit on the couch with your friends that are there and you watch a movie. It seems weird that you eat out, pregame at friends with a movie, and then go out, but it's your Saturday routine. And god, you love this routine. Sarah is next to you and she has progressively gotten closer as you watch the movie tonight. Her arm presses lightly against yours and you can smell her perfume. You don't want to read into this, but you do like her and the proximity to her is almost heavenly. Your friends bring over beers and hard seltzers for everyone. More people enter the apartment. Everyone says hi and you introduce them to Sarah.

After more talking and drinking, everyone is ready to go out. Everyone heads to their car with their designated driver and you all head out for the club. It's time to party!!!!!!!!!! You can feel yourself getting tipsy. It feels good. You feel free and happy.

As you all wait for everyone to arrive at the parking lot, Sarah leans over to you and asks, "Can I ask you something?" You answer, "Sure." She says, "I'm really nervous about going to my first LGBTQ club and I've only been bisexual for 6 months. I don't want to rush into things and I know I've had some alcohol, so my decisions will be not great. I don't want to hook up with anyone, I just want to dance and have fun with people that I like. Could we pretend to be girlfriends so I can tell people I'm not interested in them?" You ask, "What if you are interested in someone else?" She answers, "I don't think I want anyone else." Is she saying what you think she is saying?! Or is she just saying she wouldn't date someone in the club scene? The alcohol is really clouding my thoughts. You agree because you want to see her happy and you like her. She smiles so widely before grasping your hand with hers.

Penny looks at over at one point and I mouth, "Don't even ask." Penny laughs.

After getting your IDs checked and getting your first round of shots, you all find a table to fit most of the group. Maria pulls Sarah for her first club dance.

Penny slides next to you and asks, "What happened with Sarah? She has been attached to you like you two are dating yet you seem both happy and confused about it." You answer, "Don't tell anyone. We are pretending to date." Penny gasps and you tell her about the conversation. Penny says, "She likes you. Holy shit! That was her attempt to try to ask you out but she didn't know how so she asked for you to be her pretend girlfriend. Come on, think about it, she's never really dated many girls and Maria tells me her love life is rough. She didn't want to face rejection for real again. Also, she was practically on your lap at Sam's place. She likes holding your hand. She said she wouldn't mind being in a relationship with you. Please tell her that you like her." You reply, "You saw that too! I was trying not to read into it. I didn't want to come off as too strong, but then she was leaning all over me on the couch. You're right. I should probably just tell her that I like her. We're already fake dating, what's the worst that could happen? I can actually think of worse things, so we're going to move on from this conversation." Penny replies, "Fine... Just so you know, Maria thinks you're hot together. I do too." You ask, "So, are you going to stop that other girl from flirting with your girlfriend?" Penny looks over to some girl obviously flirting with Maria and Penny storms over. Sarah sees Penny and immediately rushes back to me.

Sarah slides next to me where Penny was just sitting and says, "I thought that was about to get intense. That girl was just going on and on about herself to Maria. Maria even told her she had a girlfriend." You laugh and then ask, "Have you told anyone we're dating yet?" She answers, "Yeah, a few girls and Maria. Maria said she'd keep it a secret. Have you ... have you told anyone?" You answer, "Just Penny... speaking of you, you said earlier that you don't want anyone else. You also said that you would be proud to be with me. I know you haven't been out for a long time and that we barely know each other, but I like you. I like you and I think you're one of the most beautiful people I've ever met." Sarah smiles widely and says, "I like you a lot too. I've liked you from the first time watching that lap dance video." You laugh and say, "I can make that happen again whenever you feel ready." She smiles and replies, "I would really like that a lot, but not tonight. I do want to dance with you." You reply, "Say less. Let's go." We hop off the bench. You hold out your hand, which she gladly takes then presses a quick kiss to your cheek. You turn to her and give her a quick kiss on her cheek, but she moves at the last second and you're now kissing her on the lips.

On the dance floor, you two fully let loose. You dance and you have the time of your life.

#outer banks imagines #outer banks #outer banks tv show #sarah cameron x you #sarah cameron x reader #outer banks sarah #sarah outer banks #sarah cameron #sarah cameron x female reader

[jamsshifts]

My Supernatural DR backstory

So, I made a post asking if anyone wanted to see this, and I made it at like 2am so only one person responded, this one's for you @lazerdash

So, as I said, my backstory is a little different to other people's (at least I think so) because I didn't script that I come from a family of hunters or that I even know that the supernatural exists before I first shift - I also obviously didn’t have the option of scripting that I’m a relation of the Winchesters because I'm shifting for Dean, so that would just be gross.

I was born in 1982 in Manitowoc, Wisconsin to my parents Stella and John. I also have a little sister, Robin, who is 2 years younger than me Also, Robin! - I've scripted her into the majority of my DRs because honestly I can't imagine not being a big sister - but I didn't want to script in family from this reality. I love her <3.

My childhood was kind of rough - my dad was very abusive and my mom got a divorce and full custody of us when I was around 7(?) So she was a single parent and my dad very kindly did not pay ANY child support. So my mom had to work multiple jobs to provide for us, which basically meant that Robin and I were really really close throughout our childhood as we were home alone together a lot <3.

So life went on as normal, until I was starting my second year of college out of state, and my mom died... so yeah. Went home for the funeral, took time off school, long story short I moved back to Manitowoc and now manage a small florist's in town. Oh and also there was a big argument between me and Robin so we're not talking atm

So, how do I get involved with the boys? Basically, when I was a kid my mom sent Robin and I to Sunday school, and I made friends with a girl called Sophie Carlton. We quickly became best friends (We were practically inseparable) and this friendship resurfaced when I came back from college after my mom's death. (In my DR she’s the same age as my sister!)

So yeah, Sophie is the first victim in 01x03, and I first shift after she has died, like right when Sam and Dean get into town. Basically I had promised her brother that I would help out a bit around the house as her father was obviously really depressed, cause his daughter just died, so when Sam and Dean are visiting Sophie's house I meet them. and Dean and I kinda hit it off (despite the circumstances) I get on well with Sam and I'm really curious as to what they're doing more or less, so I become involved with the whole plot with Andrea and Lukas and the lake and everything.

After that I kind of decide that I have nothing keeping me in Wisconsin and ask the boys if I can come along with them. I’ve scripted that they say yes which I honestly think is a bit ooc of them but we’ll see how it plays out when I get there I guess

So yeah, that's it basically?? I think so anyway! Thank you for reading if you got this far:) this is all scripted btw, I haven't shifted yet!

also can we just appreciate Baby in the middle pic. wow. (can u tell i love her nearly as much as Dean does)

#reality shifting #shiftblr #shifting #shifting to supernatural #shifting realities #shifttok sucks #shifting community #supernatural #my supernatural dr #supernatural shifting #dean winchester i love you #dean winchester #sam winchester #jams' supernatural dr #jams rants #jamsshifts #sorry for the delay in posting #but i was sick #and slept for a whole hour! wow! #so many tags

[sawtastic-sideblog]

Dumbest thought of the day:

Prima ballerina Adam

Douche bag manager Hoffman (mans is secretly a dancer but life happened and now he's a bitter man who dances I secret)

Ballerina bff Amanda

(Only open if you wanna see my incoherent sleep deprived ramblings. I haven't slept in 2 days because insomnia and my anxiety has decided to 🎶 kick it up a notch 🎶 I currently have no filter)

Obsessed audience member that wants Adam...idk probably William or Logan...fuck it it's Ivan

Logan works in props

William (this is emmerson schenk whatever btw) works with the lights

Theater owners John and Jill (they hate hoffman and love Adam)

Buff head stangehand Strahm

Zeke is a principal dancer as well and they whore him out to film and other theater productions (they can spare him but not Adam because Adam puts asses in the seats)

Remember Addy? The middle aged lady that works for William Easton? Yeah she was prima ballerina back in her day but an injury to her out of the game. Now she's the dance teacher/instructor who adores Amanda and Daniel.

Speaking of William Easton he's the number one patron he's at every show and everyone calls him Uncle MoneyBags ™ because he dressed like Mr. Monopoly for Halloween ones fifteen years ago (Adam started it)

Brent Abbott you ask? He's just starting out in the big leagues. Adam has taken him under his wing

Corbett Denlon? Star of her class. Been dancing sine she was 3. She's at every performance she can get her parents to go to. The practice room she uses to rehearse is named after her late brother (who was also a student everyone adored)

And who is this up in the rafters changing the backdrops for scenes? Why it's Bobby Dagen the stage hand who is down bad for children's dance instructor and another principal dancer that gets lent out to other productions Joyce Young (in this universe Amanda and Joyce are cousins just go with it)

Where's our favorite Doctor Lawrence Gordon? (I know our actual favorite doctor is Lynn Denlon but for the sake of this post it's Larry (imagine cary elwes saying Larry from that one scene of men in tights)) well I'll tell you. He is the new front of house manager and he hates Hoffman and he went backstage to confront him but got distracted when he saw Adam dancing. Completely transfixed. He was smitten but has never talked to him in the 3 months he's Been there.

Zep is John's nephew. He's clumsy and spills his mop water on the daily. He's also the janitor/ maintenence man for the theater. He's been electrocuted many times. He's fine. His hair is permanently sticking up tho.

Remember Britt and Addison? Yeah they're the mean girls who constantly undermine everyone they dont like (mainly Amanda. They try to get into Adam's pants) (honestly they could hit me with a car and I'd say thank you)

Perez is Strahms BFF and costume designer

Cecil Adams? Of course he's here. He's the pervy stage hand nobody likes (think Joseph Buquet in Phantom of the Opera meets Ted Spankofski from Starkid's Hatchetfield series)

Art Blanc of course he's the theaters legal aid

Rigg is Amanda's dance partner. They're also like together but not

Kerry is there. She's Gordon's second in command.

Daniel Matthews was forced into dance classes by his mom when he got in trouble in school at 13. He's a natural. He still isn't the best but he takes extra lessons with Addy, Adam, Rigg, Amanda, and Joyce (everyone does one of one with him) and Brett helps him outside of the theater. (They're bffs)

Eric Matthews is head of security who is constantly watching Daniel. He's proud

Dan Erickson is here too. He's the accountant.

Jeff joined Eric's security after his son died so he could spend more time with Corbett

Lynn serves as the unofficial theater nurse. She's patched up many floor burns (trust me it fucking hurts when you fall on a stage/dance studio floor even with something to cover your skin think rug burn but from a wooden floor) and sprain ankles and a few broken toes, one time Daniel was a little over zealous and rammed himself into the mirror and broke his nose. She loves being the only unofficial nurse on the unofficial payroll (they're donations for new pediatrics wing of the hospital. John and Jill are grateful for her services but she won't accept payment so they donate to her new department she runs)

The theater is called "Gideon Theater" of course.

Other characters make up the orchestra but I'm too lazy to look them up rn. Up to your imagination but like Charles from 5 plays bass clarinet. The two from the pound of flesh trap are here too. I don't remember their names but the girl plays clarinet and the guy is percussion (I can see him playing xylophone the hammer bell things and crashing th cymbals) And the last surviving dude from the fatal 5 plays trumpet. I know their names my brain is just fried right now

Oh and Bobby's BFF I think he's named after spinach or some other leafy vegetable I can't remember but he's an investor in the theater too.

(Just because I don't have motivation to write this I'd love for people to write their own interpretation of this and tag me) (bonus points if we cross universes and Specs and Tucker show up) (I don't expect anyone to actually do this)

#this is what happens when i havent slept in 2 days #you get this #saw 2004 #saw franchise #adam stanheight #lawrence gordon #leigh whannell #amanda young #john kramer #mark hoffman #saw fanfic #tobin bell #if i had motivation to write this i would

[inspiteallthedanger]

had a real💡😲 moment today when it finally hit me that rob sheffield's line about how, for john, 'paul was the boy who came to stay' is a direct riff on the line from 'girl'. feeling very 🔨🔨🔨 thinking about it. emotional damage was sustained. anyways, 'girl' is about paul!

Ha! Yes, exactly. Paul is The Girl long before Yoko tried to take that title. I know I've talked about it before, but it's uncanny the extent to which he's describing Paul. And I genuinely don't think he's doing that on purpose, and that's worse to me somehow. It's amazing. Paul was built for him.

I am literally obsessed with that quote btw; it's so unbearably romantic, isn't it? Like, they're so in love and the way he writes about them, like they were made for one another. Which... sometimes when I think about it for too long I start to feel like it can't have been anything but fate.

Thank you for sharing this - and here's the quote for anyone unsure what we're talking about:

John and Paul paired off - only to find themselves stuck together for life. For John, Paul was the boy who came to stay; for Paul, John was the song he couldn’t make better

#beth rambles

[maneskinconfess-archive]

She doesn't!??????? Stop being mean, is it bc she's a girl? Bc Dami talks alot too and I'm not seeing anything ab it ('You' is the anon btw)

If it's the English interviews your talking ab there might be a bigger reason why she and dami do most of the talking?

I've seen non-english interviews and English interviews (American in case ur wondering ✌🏽) and she doesn't talk too much honestly they all take turns esp in Italian interviews but I bring this up bc have you considered that Thomas and Ethan are still learning English and if they aren't fluent in another language other than Italian (like dam and Vic) In English interviews mainly they may be a little self-conscious about it?

My parents speak really good English (their first language Spanish) but I also have family members who's English is struggling and speak mainly in Spanish and when they have to speak English i can see how nervous and self-conscious they become and at time apologetic it hurts to see, I have been at times the impromptu translator for customers at work who don't speak good or any English and they first come to me in broken English and nervous beyond belief asking me for help and when I say i speak Spanish they have this HUGE look of relief that someone can communicate with them in their native language so that they don't have to translate everything in their head before they say it and worry about being made fun of.

Also have you considered that Dami and Vic talking more might be on purpose? Maybe they do better in interviews bc of their personalities? not as shy? But also perhaps this is on purpose bc Thomas and Ethan may feel better if Dami and Vic do most of the talking bc of the language but also they might not like interviews? They may be more shy?

Maybe Dami and Vic do this to help their friends feel more comfortable in interviews?

This isn't the first time a band lets 1 or 2 members do most of the talking in interviews

Queen's drummer Roger Taylor and bassist John Deacon were the ones who did most of the interviews for TV etc , why? Bc they "talk alot"? Bc they're "annoying" ? NO bc Brian May and Freddie Mercury didn't like interviews! They HATED it esp Freddie he was such a shy person, the on stage Fred and IRL Fred were 2 COMPLETELY different ppl and Roger and John being the good friends they are took on many interviews for them

same with Måneskin the stage persona and IRL are not the same

Obvi there's instances where they cannot avoid speaking 100% but think maybe Vic and Dami do more talking bc perhaps Thomas and Ethan don't want to and if Vic does most of the speaking maybe she's helping out the guys as well bc you can see that Dami might not like all these interviews

Maybe it's not bc of whatever BS your thinking maybe just maybe it's planned, it's friends helping each other be more comfortable maybe it's sexism bc Dami and Vic talk equal amounts tbh

No hate to Måneskin whatsoever obvi, and I as a child of people who struggled with learning another language, applaud each members language speaking ability and they're all (esp Thomas and Ethan) doing amazing ⭐❤️ with progress so proud of them ❤️❤️❤️ and honestly their ability to speak different languages is the most important thing ab them they're talented amazing complex people and I love them so much

But I am only saying MAYBE if she and dami do speak alot in interviews perhaps there's a bigger reason

We don't know them personally, we don't know what they talk about off camera and we don't deserve a say in who gets to talk in interviews it's their choice?? Maybe it's done on purpose?

Let them be! >:(

Sorry if this is long but that really ticked me off

It’s okay, non. We don’t know them personally, as you said. Maybe there is a bigger reason.

I didn’t like what the other anon said either, and to be honest, I think they might have been trolling.

(I love the Queen reference btw)

#maneskin #måneskin #måneskin confessions #sfw #victoria de angelis #damiano david #ethan torchio #thomas raggi

[dexterthewolf]

You know in Movies/TV/Books they're always like "If you make it personal, you aren't good at your job"?

That means Dean and Sam are awful at their job.

At least in S1. The entire plot is this back-and-forth of who would make it personal for themselves this time. Usually, it's Sam, being the "main character" (for S1), but Dean manages to see himself in a lot of people.

01x01 - The one with the woman who murders cheaters (good on her!) Dad's missing, so it's pretty personal for everyone. Ep does end with Jessica dying tho so maybe more Sam.

01x02 - Wendigos. It's personal for Dean, who wants to bang/sees himself in the girl who's looking for her lost brother.

01x03 - Ghost spirit of a drowned boy. Personal for Dean again, who sees himself in the kid who watched his father drown and likes his mum.

01x04 - Ghost haunts an aeroplane. Doesn't fit rlly.

01x05 - Bloody Mary. Personal for Sam, who's blaming himself for Jess's death and thinks it's his fault.

01x06 - Doppelgangers. Personal for Sam, as it's his college friends.

01x07 - Hook Man. Personal for Sam, as he's crushing on/making out with the girl it's happening around. He also sees himself in her as he thinks he's cursed.

01x08 - Bugs attack town. Personal for Sam, as he sees himself in the kid who has a bad relationship with his father.

01x09 - Poltergeist in Lawrence. Personal for both as it's back in Lawrence and their mum shows up.

01x10 - Mental asylum. Not overly personal, but Sam does say some very personal shit about Dean while possessed.

01x11 - Freaky town/Sam and Dean split up. Not personal. We do hear a very personal conversation with Meg and Sam though.

01x12 - Dean dying. Personal for Dean, who's crushing on the girl they can't save from cancer </3 THIS EPISODE

01x13 - Racist truck driver. Personal for Dean, it's his ex-girlfriend.

01x14 - Psychic kid. Personal for Sam, who sees himself in the guy with psychic powers.

01x15 - Hunting Humans. Not overly personal, but Dean makes it personal when Sam was taken so...

01x16 - Evil Meg Pt. 1 - Pretty personal for Sam, as he just told some pretty personal shit to a demon. And then they make out...

01x17 - Transforming ghost. Not personal really, but the boys do spend the episode pranking each other. I love themmmmm.

01x18 - Monster sucking children's souls. Extremely personal for Dean, who not only blames himself for putting Sam in danger to this thing when they were young but also sees himself in the kid who's brother is hurt. They spend the episode talking about how personal it is (I'm not joking).

01x19 - Ghost Painting. Personal for Sam who has a thing with the woman who sold the painting.

01x20 - Vampire (ALSO JOHN'S BACK). The vampire plot is not personal, but tension runs HIGH with John Winchester so it's pretty personal for everyone.

01x21 - Hunting the Demon. Also Evil Meg Pt. 2. It's THE Demon. Of course, it's personal for everyone.

01x22 - Again: THE DEMON. Extremely Personal for Everyone. Even more personal than the last Extremely Personal episode.

Idk I was watching S1 and I thought it was funny.

Tally Points BTW: Sam - 9 (10 if we count the pilot where JESS DIES) Dean - 6 Everyone - 4 (5 if we count the pilot where John's gone) No one - 2

Sam has a thing with 4 women (Jess, Ep7, Ep19, Meg) Dean had a thing with 4 women (Ep2, Ep3, Ep12, Ep13)

Sam sees himself in 3 people (Ep7, Ep8, Ep14). 4 if you count Meg. Dean sees himself in 3 people (Ep2, Ep3, Ep18)

Idk I was watching S1 and I thought it was funny.

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #spn season 1

[reservoirreputation]

I have a problem called Harvey Keitel, but damn do some of the movies he stars in sound real fuckin depressing.

AND. THEN.

I spot 'Two Evil Eyes'

SO GET THIS

it's got Harvey in it (duh) it'S DIRECTED BY GEORGE ROMERO AND DARIO FUCKING ARGENTO????? DOING ADAPTATIONS OF STORIES BY EDGAR ALLEN POE????????

THIS SOUNDS AMAAAAAAAZZIIIIIIIIIING

Romero's first, THE FACTS IN THE CASE OF MR. VALDEMAR

Our main female character's suit is both very eighties, but actually looks nice? It was *only* 1980, I guess it's before things got our of control.

Couldn't help but like her a bit. Practicing her retort in the car is so human, you can't help sympathizing with her.

The mistress wants to get paid- is it wrong I kinda agree with her? I mean, assuming she has nothing to do with her husband's impending death.

Obvious forgery is obvious.

Ernie and the Doctor sound very similar *side-eyes*

One, the house is beautiful, two, are Jessica and her totally-not-sancho wearing clothes made from the same bolt of fabric? I mean, that's one way to code that they're working together.

Jessica at least has some shame- the titular Mr. Valdemar is pretty much a puppet, at this point. Her cohort is trying to justify it, saying her husband's a bad man.

ROBERT AN JESS ARE EXES

Valdemar literally stole his girl, damn.

Well then. I went from pitying the poor guy because he's awake now and in so much pain, to disliking his ass because of how he talks about his wife.

Wall safes are so cool. Also, Robert clearly didn't know about it. Looks like he won't need Jess' full cooperation, huh?

'nothing at all to connect us' nothing telegraphs that their romantic relationship is dead more than that, huh?

Gotta love Ernest having such a timely death. So much for those efficient millions.

Three weeks at Valdemar's baaaaabbbbbyyyyyy.

oh shit, at fist I thought they chopped him up (stupid, they were just talking about making him look fresh for a mortician) but DAMN my brain really went there.

So many similarities between this and Bernie. Wild.

That shot of the feet disappearing under the stairs- *chef's kiss*

'I'm glad to see that you're finally doing the right thing' YES NIGHT NURSE, RUB THE SALT INTO THAT WOUND

Damn, that pool might as well be an ocean between them, huh? Also, they're wardrobe couldn't be visually further apart, now.

Those massive fuckin' sunglasses, listen to the Eagles baby, you can't hide your lyin' eyes (also a song about a young wife cheating on her cold as ice husband with a much younger man, more 'age appropriate')

OH NO DON'T TELL ME THAT POOR BASTARTD'S STILL ALIVE

OH NOOOOO

DON'T ACTUALLY MAKE ME FEEL BAD FOR HIS BITCH ASS (they're all terrible tho)

FUCKING HELL ROBERT, KNOCK ASSHOLE

He's totally alive down there.

OK tubi's got ads, no shit, but I just got a Credit Karma ad? With a non-binary MC named Morgan?? I LOVE THIS?? I LIKE THIS PICTURE BECAUSE I AM IN IT?!?!?!

Back to the movie 'I'm here, I'm with you, nothing is gonna happen' SOMETHING IS ALREADY HAPPENNING

I love how Jesse's vibe is never 'oh no, my husband's still alive and is suffering!' and instead is 'I'm being HAUNTED'

No, wait she's not in denial?

Hm, your husband has some freezer burn, I'm afraid you'll have to throw him out.

NO WAIT, OH SHIT OH FUCK IT'S THE HYUPNO BULLSHIT MOTHERFUCKER IS STILL ALIVE

What a fucking nightmare.

Nope, sorry, he is in fact dead. I'm apparently as confused about it as this doctor is. BTW, trying to pry his frozen eyes open? That's also good shit.

Boy, I started this to get to some Harvey Keitel, and I ended up watching some existential terror.

Oh god, he just wants to be woken up.

'The others are coming'?? Oh shit, I've seen this Doctor Who episode.

'It's over' insert John Cena meme 'are you sure about that?'

'they're coming for you Jessica' is so close to 'they're coming to get you, Barbara' that I am unreasonably delighted by it.

Yo, Robert, you might wanna GTFO

Hey, isn't that the guy from Night of the Creeps?

When all your budget went into the location and Ernest's special effects, that the 'others' gotta settle for body suits.

Nevermind, a good portion of the SFX also went to Robert.

Heh? Get it?? Blood money??

Next is Dario Argnto: THE BLACK CAT

We get a bunch of crime scene photos, and then one very good boy (a black cat) Look, I've got four black cats, I don't know if I can put up with any impending slander.

'Sir, you think there's any chance of me being transferred back to parking violations?' SHIT GIRL SAME WE'RE IN THE DEEP END ALREADY

You know, I was wondering why they were using an obvious dummy, and then we get the overhead shot. In just a few seconds, we get a very different tone and execution, holy fucking shit.

"I'm sorry' proceeds to take cool-ass shots of a death trap. Gee, I wonder what fate will befall this poor artsy bastard.

AHHHHH IT'S A CUTE BOOOOOOOOOY (Harvey in a bow tie)

AHHHHH IT'S A CUTE BOOOOOOOOOY (Black cat existing)

Correction: AHHHHH IT'S A CUTE GIIIIIIIRRRRRRRLLL

Found the cat on the street, story of all my animals. They just show up, know that we'll feed 'em. Sure, you might get your balls cut off, but ain't that worth the kibble? Also, you'd better not be pointing out that white mark on her chest just to kill her later, and that be the only identifying marker. I swear to god, movie-

One, yeah that cat's staring at you. Two, this sweet girl reminds me so much of Buttons. The eyes, the white patch. God, I miss him.

You know what, fair enough, worrying about gettin' your eyes clawed out. One of our cats likes to attack people's feet, but only when they're covered. He prefers my Mom's which just comes across as spiteful. (God, this movie's gonna expose me as an annoying cat owner, isn't it?)

How the fuck did this fucking cat get OUTSIDE? Bitch, you were in the hallway, stop teleporting. Also, LET THE BABY INNNNNN.

You motherfucker, throwing the shoe and then pretending you were asleep. Your girlfriend needs to smack you.

My dislike of the photographer aside, Harvey looks great in a bathrobe, soaking wet. Also, is he contractually obligated to have a comb with him in 90% of his films? 'Cause it sure feels like it.

If this doesn't end with his obvious witch girlfriend sacrificing his ass because he pissed off/hurt the cat, then I don't know what's gonna happen.

Welp, the cat's dead, innit? Well, she may come back and haunt his ass, but he totally killed her. Girlfriend's underreacting BTW. If I knew with certainty that my partner/anyone I was living with killed my pet-

Now I'm really hoping his ass gets cut in half. Or that the cat comes back to eat his eyeballs.

There's something very wholesome about a village coming together to execute an animal abuser.

'But I didn't finish!' is unintentionally hilarious. Buddy, I think you got them all.

Who the fuck is this student?? And why does he literally look like a child?? Who looks at a woman crying and goes 'God you're beautiful?' *Grabs spray bottle for both of these idiots*

Did he really- deny killing the cat- and then release a book showing him killing the cat?

THE BITCH IS BACK

IT'S DEFINITELY HERS

Buddy- did you not learn your lesson? Killing the cat twice isn't gonna help. Also, he's apparently gonna hang, a shame. I was really banking on him getting cut in half.

That shot of the staircase from the top down- I think I know where Rod's gonna hang.

Something about the CC reading 'knife pierces skull' that just- oof.

The shot of him frantically scrubbing off blood, then it cutting to her blood staining the bath water- that's cinema, right there.

Oh shit OH SHIT ARE WE ABOUT TO HAVE A SECOND BODY

Nope. Something about jazz music playing loudly in the background makes this feel even more insane.

'together forever' honestly made me think he was gonna kill himself. No, I think he's just gonna- carry her corpse everywhere. They're going on vacation, after all.

HE'S HIDING HER BEHIND A WALL!?!?! BITCH WHAT THE FUCK

*Grumbles* Piece of shit still looks cute in a bowtie.

The cutout of her face is hilarious. You can't tell me they didn't do that for a laugh.

'Nobody will think of looking for you in the house' AND WHEN SHE STARTS TO SMELL?! WHAT THEN!?!?!

I guess you could say that the call was coming from inside the house? Eh?

OH CAT VISION THE BITCH IS BACK

So, the student that looks like a child is Christian. I'm still convinced this fucker's in high school, or he's just got a baby face.

Okay, I don't like the little twerp, I'm biased against him, but like, acting all cocky, like a know-it-all going, 'That's strange. Well, you think if she'd have gone on tour, she would have taken her violin.' And then Rod calmly replying 'She has two' I actually cackled.

God, Gloria looks horrified to know she's friends with a woman who was living with her boyfriend, not her husband, like they're shacked up in sin.

Look, Christian, you're right, but I don't like you. Fuck off.

The hole starting to form, bringing something into the light, as Rod slinks off into darkness- I LOVE MOVIES, OKAY!?

Oh, I see, it's a symbol. Neat.

Wasn't the phone just unplugged? Did they force him to plug it back in when I wasn't looking?

OKAY. LISTEN.

WHEN THE LADY FROM THE BAR SAID 'IT'S DESTINY' THE CC READ RIGHT AFTER 'SHE'S PREGNANT' BUT I DIDN'T HEAR SHIT. I THOUGHT IT WAS A GLITCH

THIS IS FUCKING NASTY/GREAT

Not to help the animal abuser/girlfriend beater, but don't you have a knife, buddy? To cut off the dead weight? I know fear makes us stupid, but um

AH FUCK HE DIDN'T HANG IN THE STAIRWELL

Thank you movie, for that Humane Society seal of approval. Like, the cat was so obviously not being tortured, just a little squished, but it is still nice to see.

Trust Dario Argento to pick out a catchy soundtrack.

This movie got batshit crazy by the end. I definitely prefer the second movie to the first, but both are good. *jams out to 'woman singing in Italian'*

#potential live watch? #harvey keitel #george a romero #dario argento #Two Evil Eyes #tw animal abuse #tw domestic violence #edgar allen poe #removing streaming mentions #either google where to watch or go to your local library

[shelbystales]

Obey - One Shot

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Summary: family meetings, they're a big thing around the Shelbys... They happen quite often and they can be messy. But what happens when Y/N doesn't agree with Thomas Shelby in front of everyone?

This takes place during the Changretta war, again.

Warning: swearing, smut 🔞. Oh btw english is my second language so i apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes.

Word count: 4k+

Requested: Heyy, I wanted to know could you write one fic w/ Tommy mad bc the reader didn't do what he said?

I hope This is what you wanted hahaha

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Wednesday arrived with a blink of an eye.

It was four o'clock in the afternoon and the Garrison still wasn't open. Ada waited on the upholstery by the window, along with Poll, Lizzie, Finn, and Isaiah. They didn't talk much, simply waited for the meeting to start.

Arthur and Linda arrived.

They didn't exchange many words with those already waiting at the pub. Linda's belly was starting to show. The two of them have been together since before New Years... no one is quite sure when they started dating, but they suspect it was around a month after Y/N and Thomas got married last year.

nobody was a big fan of Linda, Christianity was not something that all Shelbys accepted with open arms. But if it was the least bit of comfort for Arthur... they approved. But John thought she was turning her brother into a wimp.

Finn and Isaiah were talking in a corner, they were talking about the party that would take place at the house of one of the boys their age.

Ada, Polly and Lizzie were still at the table by the window talking about some guy Lizzie was dating. Poll asked if Thomas knew about him since it was her relationship with a Changretta that started this whole war. She said yes and that this time he didn't have any beef with him.

Arthur and Linda were sitting at the bar, they didn't talk much. Linda had her chin on Arthur's shoulder as she stroked his back. Arthur looked a little uncomfortable.

John and Esme arrived along with Michael a few minutes later.

John as usual arrived as if he were the main attraction at a party, screaming and excited. "Arthur!! Long time no see you here in your own bar!" he spoke sarcastically and hugged his brother.

"Don't start John. Please" Arthur muttered under his breath as he hugged her. John rolled his eyes and greeted Linda politely but with a clearly forced smile.

After greetings. Esme sat next to the other girls while Michael joined Finn and Isaiah.

John ran behind the bar and grabbed the bottle of whiskey.

"Where the hell is Tommy, hm?" John asked raising his arms with the whiskey bottle in his hand. No one answered. "Fuck, he schedules the fucking meeting and he's late," he grumbled as he poured his glass.

"Tommy, is never late. He went to pick Y/N at work" Polly said and John rolled his eyes. You work at the local paper and an interview with Thomas Shelby that introduced the two of you.

"Well I don't fucking see him here, Poll. Do you see him?" he paused and she shook her head. John took a deep breath and tipped the glass "who wants it?" he asked offering the whiskey. Only Linda and Arthur refused. Everyone approached the bar to be served.

"How is the baby?" Polly asked Linda trying to strike up a friendly conversation after her glass was filled.

"Well" she replied smiling "starting to make me feel pain all over my body, my lower back feels like it's going to break" she laughed.

"Oh my dear... it only gets worse" Esme said laughing and raising her glass to her.

Linda smiled "I'm not really looking forward to it" she said laughing. Esme nodded.

Tom and Y/N enter the pub.

"Finally!" John spoke raising his glass.

You smiled as you took off your black overcoat.

Thomas went straight to the bar to get a glass of whiskey. He was clearly annoyed that he'd been waiting for you for nearly half an hour.

"Sorry for the delay guys, my other meeting took a little longer than planned" you said hanging your coat near the entrance.

"It's okay, honey. Unforeseen events happen" Polly said, tapping the air. Polly liked you. You smiled and nodded

"Well then we can start" Arthur said approaching the table in the middle of the room.

Tom lit his cigarette and waited for everyone to sit around the two tables joined in the middle of the Garrisson to begin.

"Can I just start this meeting with a proposal?" Lizzie said sitting down and everyone looked at her "let's have this meetings somewhere else. This pub stinks and I can't understand if it's the smell of vomit or men's sweat". Tom raised an eyebrow and tilted his head a little, taking his attention away from her, completely uninterested.

"Don't talk shit about my pub" Arthur muttered.

"Sorry" Lizzie shrugs "but it's the truth."

"And since when are you such a fucking snob, hm? For a long time this pub was what put fucking bread on the table!" Arthur spoke in a slightly annoyed louder tone. Linda placed her hand on his thigh trying to calm him down.

"Gee, I'm sorry I don't understand... I'm a snob?! Poll's wearing earrings that cost more than this joint! And I'm not even going to comment on Michael's luxury whores or Y/N... at all she represents" Lizzie spoke mockingly.

You looked at Lizzie and rolled your eyes in disbelief.

You had to keep up your appearance, you needed it for work, but for some reason that bothered Lizzie. For some reason you and she never got along very well, but you always respected each other... but since the fight with the Changrettas started she has become more passive aggressive towards you

Tom cleared his throat after he dried his whiskey glass once more, preventing you from responding Lizzie and starting an unnecessary argument.

"Everyone here knows that we are about to get into a war with the Changrettas" he started talking looking around everyone who fell silent and started to pay attention "as much as we tried, we don't have enough men and the cops are too busy to protect us" he took a deep breath as he continued "so... we have to be smart. We have to think about what he's going to do when he gets here and how we're going to react" he stopped to take a drag on his cigarette and after he released the smoke he continued "Arthur, I don't care about curfew anymore. When I need you, I'll need you, period. Linda, if this is a problem, complain to the Changrettas. I'm sure he'll be understanding, he'll answer at your request and will only do things at the time you want" he smiled mockingly at her who rolled her eyes and crossed her arms "John, I want you and Esme to move close by. The farm where you live... is very I'm far away and there's no security. It's not safe for you or the kids." John looked at Esme for approval, she smiled and nodded. John then looked at Tom and nodded, "Last but most importantly, no fucking secrets. Are you going somewhere? always let someone know. Oh and no fucking confessions" he looked at Polly who rolled her eyes "does anyone disagree?" he looked around and no one said anything "very well..." he sat down and took a sip from his glass "... Does anyone have any idea what we can do?” Tom looked around waiting.

Ada took a deep breath and said, "Tommy, we know you're just asking out of politeness. You already know what you're going to do, so why don't you cut it short and let us know?"

Tom shook his head "it's not just politeness. We rarely have good ideas here... Rarely" he smiled at Ada who rolled her eyes.

"Well, before we continue I think we need more" John said putting the last drop of whiskey in his glass.

"I'll get it" Polly said getting up.

"Can you please get me some water?" Linda asked and stood up behind Polly who nodded. As Polly got the whisky and Linda's cup of watter, Linda turned around and looked at everyone.

"You know, I really think you Shelbys are good at heart" Linda started to speak and Polly covered her eyes with no patience for what was to come. "you guys value family so much... it's beautiful to see and good to be a part of" she continued and smiled "but there's a lot of darkness in the way you live... I think you just need one thing to believe and change. I truly believe you all still have salvation." Everyone in the bar looked as if they had just heard a bad joke. Except Arthur, who was smiling. Tom snorted, smiling mockingly with his back to her. "Especially you Thomas" she added and he rolled his eyes.

"Anyone with anything relevant to talk about?" he asked ignoring Linda.

Poll handed Linda the glass of water and returned to the table with the bottle of whiskey closed, Linda joining in shortly thereafter.

John opened the bottle and filled his glass.

As he filled it, he said, "Tom, the only solution is a bullet. So that's my idea. We put a fucking bullet in his head as soon as he sets foot in Birmingham. We're the fucking Peaky Blinders! run this fucking city" he finished talking restlessly in his chair.

"I just said that we need to be smart..." he said mocking John "yes, the bullet is part of it John, but it won't be that simple" he finished putting a new cigarette to his lips.

"Why not?" John asked. He shifted in his chair, disinterested and impatient with John's lack of intelligence.

"Do you think he's going to arrive saying 'hey! I'm Changretta! How are you? ' ?" Tom asked annoyed "fuck! he's going to arrive and we won't even know he's arrived! Of course the police are there... watching who comes in and out, but do you really think he's going to come in through the fucking front door?" John looked at him and shrugged.

Thomas thought of an answer, but he just shook his head in disapproval and lit his cigarette with a long drag, trying to calm down.

You took a deep breath. You were in internal conflict whether you spoke or not.

You stared at him biting the inside of your mouth and traveled through your thoughts. You were wondering how Thomas would respond to your idea. He wasn't too happy with you at the moment, because of the meeting being late and, perhaps like several others sitting at this table, you were afraid of the answer from the one who sat on the corner of the table looking debauched.

Normally you wouldn't be afraid to speak your mind to Thomas, but today things were different.

"What are you thinking, ey?" Thomas asked looking at you

You blinked a few times, snapping out of your reverie and returning her attention to him.

You took a deep breath and looked at the whiskey glass in front of you. After taking a small sip just to wet your lips, you began to say, "I believe that no matter how rich the mafia is, bringing a bunch of men from the United States to Europe is not something that is worthwhile, financially." you paused and looked at Thomas, who was listening intently, "so I believe there will only be two or three men, besides Luca that he trusts. The rest he would have to hire here, on English soil. And you told me that the Changrettas and the Sabini had a trusting relationship..." Thomas nodded "... so he would probably look for someone that Sabini had business with, that Sabini trusted. With that in mind, I looked over the reports I had of Sabini and made a list of people I think would fit that pattern, but I forgot to bring it and the list is in my office at home. I can give it to you when we get home" you finished smiling a little nervously. Thomas smiled subtly and nodded.

"And what would we do with it?" John asked.

"We can meet with them first and make sure they don't accept any deal Changretta proposes!" Arthur spoke.

"It might work" John nodded smiling at Arthur who smiled back.

"No" you said interrupting their moment.

"What do you mean, no?" Arthur asked looking at you.

You took a deep breath, understanding why Thomas got irritated in this meetings. You were sure Tommy had already figured out the whole plan, that you didn't need to explain it to him, but Arthur and John needed it all chewed up... and indeed it was exhausting.

"If Changretta is going to do business with any of them, he already contacted them. Besides, if we knock on each one's door, they'll let him know somehow, because they have no loyalty to us and we don't know which one of them has loyalty to the Changretta. We first need to find out who he's actually going to do business with. Then we have to find out what they want in exchange for breaking their loyalty to Changretta. And when we have that all figured out we get in contact... When we already have all the cards on the table and he doesn't have any jokers up his sleeve. We can't just base ourselves on an unfounded suspicion" you explained alternating your gaze to the two brothers as you explained.

"But how are we going to find out who he's going to do business with?" Michael got in the middle and asked.

You laughed and took a deep breath, you shrugged your shoulders and said "that's the easiest Michael. You men say we women talk too much, but that's because you've never seen men bragging in a bar after a good deal is done" Polly he laughed, "and these men all know each other and go to the same Italian bars in London. We just need to get someone undercover." Thomas shifted in his chair.

"See Ada…good ideas" he said teasing her. You smiled a little relieved as Ada rolled her eyes and downed her whiskey in one gulp. "Someone else?" Tom asked. Everyone exchanged glances, but no one said anything.

"I don't think so, Tommy" Arthur said. Thomas nodded and puffed on his cigarette a few times before starting to speak.

"We'll do what Y/N said" he said looking at you, you smiled "and John is not completely wrong..." John looked at him confused, but with pride in his eyes he nodded, even without knowing for sure what Thomas was referring to "We're still the fucking Peaky Blinders and we have to remind this town of that. Eh, we don't have enough men, but if we have the citizens on our side...".

"How can they be on our side?" Ada asked

"Well we will have to create the feeling of threat... some crimes on behalf of Changrettas will need to occur. We need them to fear him so that they trust us. Because if he gets here and the people see that he poses no threat, they will not help"

You looked away as you rolled your eyes and shook your head, "I don't agree with that. They don't need to be afraid to trust you. It's a dictatorial and outdated ideal of Machiavelli, where "the ends justify the means", but you I've already decided that you're going to do that, so there's no point in me saying anything" you shrugged.

'Then why are you fucking saying it?' was the first thing that came to Thomas' mind as he stared at her impatiently.

Ada looked enchanted at you "Machiavelli? You never cease to amaze me Y/N" she said smiling

"Who the fuck is Machiavelli?" John asked irritated

As soon as the words left Y/N's mouth she instantly regretted it. Once again she had disagreed with Thomas during a family meeting, which he had insisted on asking her not to do and she had failed at practically every meeting.

You took a deep breath and didn't look back at him and payed attention to Ada as she explained who Machiavelli was.

Thomas, on the other hand, stared at you for a long moment, wondering if it was worth debating, but he took a deep breath, dragging on his cigarette, and glared at Polly.

Polly tried to hide her smile, she loved it when Thomas was annoyed. That was usually her job, but seeing someone else do it… it was gratifying.

After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, Polly cleared her throat and asked you "well what do you have planned?"

"We're done here then" Thomas said getting up and closing his jacket buttons "later I'll give you more information about the progress of things".

Everyone got up and started getting ready to leave.

On the way home you and Thomas didn't speak. When they arrived, the nanny had just left and the housekeeper, Francis, was feeding Charlie. You went to the dining room while Thomas went straight to his office.

After putting Charlie to bed and showering, You knocked on Thomas' office door to hand him the list of names you had spoken.

You wore a short, baby blue nightgown, just below the knee.

You walked in as soon as he asked you to come in.

He glanced quickly at you as you entered, his eyes lingering on your exposed thighs, but he soon forced his attention back to the papers that were in front of him.

"The list of names," you said, walking past his desk and approaching the side of his chair. He thanked her by taking the piece of paper and went back to work.

"It's almost ten o'clock. Why don't you take a shower and come to bed?" you asked running your hand down his back.

"I have to finish this" he replied coldly without looking at her. You nodded and looked at the papers reading what was written. They were the terms of a contract.

"Want some help? Wecould finish faster"

"No," he replied harshly.

"Are you mad?" you asked, but this time he didn't answer "Tommy... I asked you a question". He dropped the paper and turned his chair to look at you.

"What do you think?" he asked irritably.

"Yes," you replied.

Thomas nodded "hey, you're very smart" he said mockingly and turned back to the sheets on top of his desk.

You took a deep breath.

You placed your hand on his shoulder and stroked it gently from his left shoulder to his right.

He growled angrily and shook his shoulders, wanting you to stop, but you continued with the caresses.

You ran your hand up to the back of his head and stroked the shaved part of his hair. You knew he liked it.

He dropped his head slightly forward, indulging into his senses a little, but still kept his attention on the contract sheets.

You bent down a little and placed a kiss on the back of Thomas's head.

"I'm sorry" you whispered into his ear after lightly nibbling his ear.

Thomas took a deep breath, already feeling the tension build between his legs. He picked up his glass of whiskey and took a sip, trying not to get carried away by you. But that was too hard.

"I promise I won't do that again" you added almost whispering and placing another kiss on the back of his head.

"You've said that before," he said in his irritated tone.

You let out a small laugh "I know, I'm sorry". More kisses covered his neck as you made your way back to his ear "tell me what I have to do for you to forgive me".

Your words sent shivers through Thomas, who was having a hard time staying focused on work at the moment.

You knew exactly what he wanted to do and how he wanted to handle the situation. As much as you loved the affection Thomas usually had with you in bed,you also loved the way he was when he was stressed or angry…and the sex got wilder.

"Use me however you want" you whispered and gently bit his ear again "I know I need to earn your forgiveness..." you ran a short path with your tongue along his neck, he no longer even tried to pay attention to the papers "...especially since it's not the first time I've made the same mistake" you continued teasing him he huffed low.

Thomas took a deep breath and with one quick movement he dropped the papers and stood up. Without warning, Tommy grabbed you by the hip and shoulder. A hand pushed yor back down onto the table, the sudden maneuver knocking the glass of whiskey on the table to the floor.

A loud moan of excitement left your lips, reflex to the sudden movement. It wasn't until your chest was resting on the table that you understood what had happened.

Tom bent over you and brushed all your hair to one side. You were breathing loudly as you flet yourself gwtting wet for him.

He leaned close to your ear and said harshly, "Be a good girl and be quiet. Maybe you'll learn something, ey" Tommy then unzipped his pants and took his belt off before grabbing your shoulder and pressing you against the table even more.

Then with his free hand he pulled your shirt up, getting a full view of you. He smiled at the beautiful view and slapped your ass, not too hard but not to easy either, ther perfect force. You chuckled mischievously in response.

Thomas growled "you misbehaved today" he said and slapped your ass again, a little harder. You responded in the same way as before.

Your laughter fueled the fire inside Thomas.

He then dragged your panties aside, clearing the way for him to begin. He ran his finger down her pussy "so wet love..." he commented

"This is your fault" she says jokingly.

"Shhh" he said "I told you to be quiet. Now be a good girl and obey me" and without warning he thrust inside of you quickly making you arch your back at the suddent feeling.

Two sounds filled his office. the first was your surprised cry, and the second was their groan of contentment.

"So tight..." Tommy growled with his eyes closed as his hand went to your hip, squeezing almost possessively.

Your moans quickly filled the entire office but he didn't seem bothered by the sound of them.

He increased the intensity, gritting his teeth each time he went deeper. Your hips didn't relax with the insistent pressure, on the contrary, they went into motion, in sync with each thrust.

"That's it love, keep pushing like that" Tommy moaned as he felt that you was perfectly involved with his movement.

Thomas' eyes were now fixed on your ass and their movement as they smashed against him.

His gaze climbed along the curve of your spine to your face. The shaggy mess of your hair covering your face, as much as he liked watching your face as he fucked you he didn't brush your hair out of the way.

He was pleased as he could clearly hear her panting breaths mixed with her seductive, enticing moans.

"Such a good girl" he whispered panting.

Now one of his hands was still on your hips and the other on your shoulder, keeping you practically immobile.

He started pushing harder and deeper and deeper, making you moan louder as you gripped the sides of the table. You wanted to scream, to tell him to keep going, to let him know how good that felt. But he told you to stay quiet.

Thomas slowly withdrew his cock, leaving only the head inside of you. You took a deep breath, recovering.

He kept his eyes on your beautiful ass, taking a few moments to enjoy the view.

Another slap hit her suddenly and she groaned loudly.

"I could do this all day" he said squeezing her ass with both hands and forcefully and shaking both asscheeks gently, still keeping his head in place.

"Me too... Shit I love your touch" you spoke as he gently massaged her ass.

Thomas shook his head "I told you to be quiet...you really don't listen to me, hm?"

Before you could respond or apologize he shoved back with all his strength causing you to scream as a grunt of satisfaction left his mouth. That satisfaction also came from seeing her ass shake from the impact.

He pulled back and pushed forward hard again and another loud groan filled the room. The sounds coming out of your mouth only added to the pleasure building inside him.

His eyes were still fixed on your ass admiring the wonderful sight of her shaking from the impact.

An exultant sigh escaped him as he drew back and was followed by another grunt of satisfaction as he pushed back. The interval between one movement and another was getting shorter and shorter and you could barely recover between them feeling your orgasm building strong.

You moaned against the table, shuddering softly.

He could hear your breathing getting more and more shaky. Tommy's moans also continued to escape him at the thought that her body was at his mercy, all his to to what he wanted.

The knot in your stomach only getting to hard to control. He knew you were close, he knew your body way too well. He ajusted his pace and starde to speed his movements.

You felt your orgasm hitting you and a loud moan left your mouth followed by a sudden spasm throughout your body as your orgasm washed over you.

Lustful screams and low moans escaped your lips, so erotic and lewd and wonderful, briefly filling his office before settling into soft murmurs. Those moans had Thomas climax rapidly approaching.

"This is so good" you breathed.

Thomas tried to reply to you to stay quiet, but his climax was too close and only a grunt came out of his mouth and in response he gave her two more hard slaps on her ass.

He closed his eyes, concentrating and letting his orgasm take over him. He nearly choked on euphoric grunts. In the midst of his orgasm he remembered and quickly withdrew from inside her, ending up coming outside, soiling his rug.

He bent down and rested his head on your lower back. "Fuck…" he growled with his eyes closed as he breathed heavily.

He left several kisses on your lower back and ass, until he recovered from his orgasm and stood up. He fixed your panties and lowered your nightgown.

You stood up and turned to him as he straightened his pants. Both were still panting a little.

You ran a hand gently over Tom's face as he stroked her back with both hands. You smiled and leaned your forehead against his.

"Am I forgiven?" you asked and he nodded softly. He kissed you intensely.

"I didn't take it off in time" he said and you shrugged.

"It's ok" you said smiling and kissed his cheek "I think it's time we start trying for another one" he smiled "Shall we sleep?" you asked and he nodded once more.

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Cherry Bowl (3/8)

(gif: @kiekiecarrera) (PART TWO) (PART FOUR) (SERIES MASTERLIST)

Summary: When Kie cancels their plans together, Y/N asks JJ on a date to the Cherry Bowl Drive-In. Unsure of how to navigate his first ever date, JJ seeks out advice. Unfortunately, the night doesn’t go as planned, and both parties are left shaken by miscommunication.

Word Count: 10.6k

Warnings: Smut, public sex/exhibitionism, sexual choking, angst, depictions of mental illness, post-traumatic stress disorder, and implied/referenced abuse.

A/N: Welcome back to Tokens! Slight trouble in paradise is brewing for these two lovers, so buckle up and read because it’s gonna be a rollercoster for a little while after what happens in this chapter. I hope you all like it, and if you did, feedback is very appreciated. Have fun!

"I'm just saying that oatmeal raisin is superior to chocolate chip, why is that such an egregious crime, Kie?"

The lunch room is filled to the brim with students going to town on questionably cooked frozen foods, soggy tater tots, and sugary drinks from the vending machines despite the Obama-era posters on the walls advocating for healthier school lunches that never seemed to make their way to Kildare County High. The extent of their healthy lunches extended to a serving of overcooked canned green beans served with the worst slice of doughy pizza known to human kind, so it was sort of contradictory.

Y/N sits across the table from Pope and JJ, the latter of which being the one who launched into a full-fledged debate with Kiara about which type of cookie was better.

The clear cling wrap sits, unfolded, on the table with one of her stickers neatly placed on the back of it. As consolation for his epic loss yesterday at the beach, she paid an extra .75 cents to get him it when she arrived first to their shared lunch period—one of only two class periods they have together, the other being gym. He was still in line when she peeled a surfboard sticker off of her sheet and placed it at the center of the wrapped up cookie as if to remind him of her triumph over him in the waves.

"Thanks, hot stuff," he said, voice somewhat quieter despite the fact that hardly anyone was in the cafeteria with them. Then his smile dropped into an deadpan expression as soon as he saw her choice of sticker and looked back up at her. "You're never gonna let me live that one down, are you?"

"Never in a million years. I'll be gloating about it until I'm elderly."

"That's my girl."

The sound of the constant chatter surrounding them from at least two hundred other people drowns out the memories of yesterday that threaten to haunt her when she watches him debate with Kie. The mere recollection of their night in the back of the van has her reaching to pull the collar of her cropped tee up to assure that the hickeys remain hidden on instinct, and he catches the action out of the corner of his eye. It has him fighting a smile.

Kie quips, "Maybe on another planet, but, here, I think we can all agree chocolate chip is better, right Y/N?"

Y/N's eyes widen around a forkful of mushy "green beans" at the sound of her name being said bringing her from the depths of her memories.

Usually, she's quick to jump in and give her two cents on whatever stupid back and forth they're all having, but her mind was elsewhere. Unbeknownst to Kie and Pope, she was mentally reliving every second of getting fucked in the van last night, so her attention to detail when it comes to the Chocolate Chip vs Oatmeal Raisin case isn't all too sharp.

"Uhhh," she stops for a second, looking at the half eaten chocolate chip cookie in Kie's hand, "If I say chocolate chip is better, can I get a piece of it?"

Kie's face lights up at her words, and she's already pulling off a generous chunk of the baked good to hand off to her. The sound of a certain someone whose lap Y/N's legs are outstretched onto from beneath the table scoffing distracts her from the first bite.

"I know you prefer oatmeal raisin, you traitor," JJ says.

Their brunette friend's brows scrunch.

"Why is she a traitor?"

They try to keep from making any faces or giving anything away, but Y/N has to stifle the sound of her choking on her mouthful of cookie at the question. You'd think one of them came out and asked if they were dating or something with how she reacts, and she feels JJ squeeze her ankle in a non-verbal way of telling her to hold it together. It was her idea in the first place, yet he's a lot smoother with keeping it under the radar.

Under it all, the aspect of keeping it a secret does unnerve him to a degree. He doesn't think he'd be brave enough to communicate it, especially not when their relationship remains undefined, but the darker side of his mind wonders...

He shrugs, saying, "Cause we were friends first. Duh. Other than John B, I've known her the longest."

None of them stop to acknowledge the identical aches in their hearts at the mentioning of his name. They skip right over it like it never happened. After the funeral a few days ago, they've filled their quota on mushy-gushy sad talk for the next week and a half.

The real reason is something far more complicated than him having a claim staked on her loyalty through having the longest friendship. It's something tied up in days of slowly getting pulled into one another's worlds like the tug of gravity itself, in how he has to refrain from slipping his arm around her waist in the hallway or kissing her goodbye after a sleepover at the Chateau. But until she gives him the go-ahead, he won't let it slip to anyone.

Pope speaks up from beside him, "You literally met her twenty minutes before we did."

"Still counts. Technically, I did meet her first, so her betraying Team Oatmeal Raisin is enough to be tried for treason in Pogue Court."

"Pogue Court isn't a thing."

He crosses his arms after he pops the rest of the cookie into his mouth.

"It is now. You can be tried for treason for breaking the rules. Rule number one is that all Pogues have to admit oatmeal raisin is superior."

He's about to ball up the cling wrap to throw away later when the surfboard sticker catches his attention again. It's the same color as his board, which he'd like to think is a result of her being an evil mastermind that went out to get this sticker sheet for the sole purpose of teasing him, but he's the one who got her the sheet as a gift for her birthday, so he knows it was pure coincidence.

Last second, he peels the sticker away from the cling wrap and looks down to place it over the top of her yellow converse that were once a vibrant, paler color when Big John got them for her, but have since turned into an ugly mustard/dirt-dusted color they heckle her over.

"What are the other rules?" Y/N asks.

One of the hands holding onto where her feet are casually planted in his lap, something that they've done long enough that their friends won't see it as anything odd, slides down to caress the stretch of skin beneath the frayed hem of her dark jeans. Something she didn't know about him before whatever it is they have together started was that he constantly needs to be touching her. She can't say she doesn't love it though.

Pope answers, "The oatmeal raisin rule is not official"—a pointed glance at JJ—"But I'd assume the rest of the rules of Pogue Court would be no lying and no macking."

"So, basically you two break almost every rule except the oatmeal raisin one, and I lie," JJ says and turns to look at her, "How does it feel to be better than everyone, Y/N?"

"Pretty good, not gonna lie."

He keeps caressing little circles and tracing up and down her skin beneath the flared out pant leg of her jeans while he swipes his phone off of the table top without attracting the attention of their friends, who continue on to a new topic. She isn't too focused on what it is. She only picks up that it has something to do with a class they're in that's more advanced that hers, so she promptly checks out of the conversation.

Ever since John B died, she hasn't been performing too well in school. She tries, truly tries, but her mind outright refuses to absorb any of the information. When she reads her assigned reading, she hovers over the same paragraphs over and over until she shuts the book in a huff and hides it in her backpack again. Losing someone you love has a surprising amount of side effects.

Her phone buzzing in her hand brings her away from the impending cloud of doom that often accompanies any thoughts of John B, and when she taps in her passcode, her brother's birthday, a message bubble appears with a banner displaying JJ's contact name.

JJ (Derogatory) ur a good liar. prob could've fooled me if i weren't the one macking on u

Their eyes meet for a second across the table, then he watches her thumbs move to type a response.

Kief Princess Little do they know I break every rule now that I've switched sides on the cookie debate. Kinda impressive ngl.

JJ (Derogatory) triple threat, baby

JJ (Derogatory) thanks for the cookie btw

She smiles to herself, so wrapped up in their own world that she doesn't notice everyone in the room starting to pack up their stuff in anticipation of the bell that is due to ring any second now.

Kief Princess Had to repay you for last night somehow ;)

When she glances up to see his reaction, she watches his chest rise with a particularly large inhale, and he chews on the inside of his lip in thought.

JJ (Derogatory) strategically bringing up last night so i'm turned on in physics? ur an evil mastermind

Kief Princess I try.

Kief Princess Apparently whooping your sorry ass at surfing isn't the only thing I'm good at.

She hears him scoff.

JJ (Derogatory) first of all, ouch. second, u barely beat me

Kief Princess I'm happy to challenge you to a rematch. I have plans with Kie tonight, so I can't till this weekend. All it'll prove is that I am the rightful winner, but we knew that already.

JJ (Derogatory) what r the stakes this time

Kief Princess No sexual favors. If you beat me (fat chance) I'll formally rejoin team oatmeal raisin.

JJ (Derogatory) :( sex makes it more fun but i still accept those conditions

JJ (Derogatory) team oatmeal raisin needs u, even if ur a traitor

Kief Princess Why bet sexual favors if you're just gonna fuck me after anyway?

JJ (Derogatory) good point

The sound of the bell ringing echoes through the cafeteria, and they both pop their heads up from their phone screens to see everyone, including Pope and Kie, already packed up and raising from their seats to scurry off in the direction of their next classes. Meanwhile, their stuff is all bestrewn across the table, particularly JJ's belongings.

The sight of Kie walking away makes Y/N ask after her, "We're still on for tonight, right?

She stops with Pope's hand interwoven in hers. The look on her face when she turns would make you think she got caught doing something she wasn't meant to. Something like forgetting about the plans they made last week to watch Fear Street together. The Cherry Bowl Drive-In is premiering the first two movies as a double feature for the horror movie buffs of Kildare, so they decided to get tickets. Kiara shares a fondness of horror movies with her. Since gory movies make the boys squirm, though JJ pretends they don't, it's their own thing.

"Actually, Pope and I were gonna go to the beach. I'm sorry."

JJ knows she's more upset about it than she lets on, but Y/N simply gives the pair a smile that doesn't reach the eyes.

The sound of JJ behind her makes them laugh on their way out, diffusing the minor tension lingering in the air from the awkward encounter, "Use protection!"

After their friends offer them a goodbye, they gather their stuff quite leisurely, not really caring about being late.

It's something they've talked about before here or there: her feelings surrounding Kiara and Pope's sudden relationship. It's not as if she harbors any ill feelings for them, she doesn't, but the ripple effects of their pairing on the group, and more importantly the girls' own friendship, couldn't be clearer from her perspective. Between the missed hangouts, forgotten plans, and the convenient way she never seems to have time to hang out with her and JJ unless Pope is there too, it's been building up for a month now.

What makes it sting the most is how close her and Kie used to be. They didn't hit it off immediately the way she and JJ did as children until her thirteenth birthday when no one she invited showed up to the party Big John helped her set up in the yard of the Chateau.

She was the one who rallied the boys together to walk to ask their school friends from the year above to come hang out for an hour or two, promising a slice of the wonky-looking but delicious strawberry cake her and John B spent the morning crafting together. She can remember the sound of their high-pitched laughs and the cloud of flour that hung in the kitchen when they high-fived over the finished product like it was yesterday. In her heart, it was yesterday.

That night was when she fell in love with her friends, and that was when she first knew Kiara was her best friend. They wove friendship bracelets on each other that night and wore them for years until they withered away. No one had ever done something like that for her before. Not even JJ.

"You okay?"

Feeling his hand on her arm, slipping down to take her hand for a moment in the seclusion of the empty cafeteria, makes her glance up at him with a distinct sorrow washed over her features.

You know what? Screw this. Why should she be torn up over Kie and let it ruin her excitement for the double feature tonight? There's no way in hell she's letting her best friend ditching her for her boyfriend get in the way of her plans.

"Do you wanna go on a date tonight?" she asks him abruptly, then adds, "To the Cherry Bowl with me instead of Kie?"

The question sparks a pause in his mind, a halt of hesitation in which he worries about her avoiding having to answer what he asked, but he attempts to play it cool and not fuss over her outwardly. There have been times where being treated like that has made her feel suffocated, so he doesn't want to risk it. When she's ready, she'll talk about it, and if she takes too long and buries her feelings, then he'll intervene. For now, he tries to keep his face neutral despite the frown tempting his lips at her disappointment.

JJ looks around once more before throwing his arm around her shoulder to walk her out.

"You bet your ass I do."

What is a person supposed to act like on their first date that's not actually a date cause everything between them is the same, but kinda is a date because they called it one? If you ever find out, please find JJ and tell him because he has no clue.

Pope wasn't too much help in the Instagram group chat he made for it seeing as his and Kie's relationship is too fresh, John B isn't even alive, so he's out of service for advice unless there's Ouija Board he can borrow, and, thankfully, Kiara was his savior.

Their phones began blowing up as soon as he reached his class after lunch period ended. He couldn't under any circumstances let it be known that this mystery girl he had a date with was their friend, but thankfully Y/N already had the alibi of going to the Drive-In alone. All he had to do was make up a fake date scenario and get basic advice.

danknugstickiestickies added kiara-c and popeheyward to the groupchat

danknugstickiestickies named the group HELP ME

danknugstickiestickies i have a date with this chick i met on the beach when i was out with y/n last week. i need ur advice

His phone screen lit up with the notification that both of his friends were typing, signified with the three dot symbol bouncing in the bottom left corner as he thought it through. They couldn't possibly figure it out, right? They'd been careful, he'd been respectful of her wishes, and they'd been too busy together to notice anything new with them. He figured it would work. It was a risk, sure, but it was worth it to him. He didn't want to fuck this up with her.

Knowing her, she probably wouldn’t even treat it differently than any of their other hang outs. It's not like they haven't been romantic or sexual with each other. They've done everything but go out on an actual date, so why was he nervous?

kiara-c ummmm

popeheyward Yeah, I'm gonna need you to ELABORATE!!

kiara-c did hell freeze over? since when does jj maybank go out on dates??

danknugstickiestickies renamed the group hell froze over

kiara-c very funny, I'm laughing so hard 😐

popeheyward Do we know her?

danknugstickiestickies don't think u do. she moved here last week and hasn't enrolled in school yet. her name's steph

popeheyward What about Y/N though?

kiara-c ^^

JJ's chest muscles tightened with the question prompting a rush of anxiety that made his breathing feel slightly harder. He glanced up at his Physics teacher, who was essentially dozing off behind his desk with his hand in a bag of chips and an educational video on the projector as an excuse to not teach, and looked back down at his phone without the added stress of possibly getting his phone confiscated.

Pope's message might as well have been a sucker punch. Forget butterflies, he set a wasp’s nest loose inside of his stomach to tie it into knots and flip it every which way. His neglected textbook served as a prop for his phone to lean on as he set it down to think.

Did they know? As far as he was aware, they were getting away with it. No evidence, concrete or circumstantial, was there to prove it. At least the stress of the situation killed any chance of him being turned on by her reminder of last night in their messages. This shit was boner repellant of the highest degree.

He played stupid. Better to let them volunteer whatever information they had before he went in saying anything incriminating that they didn't already know. If anything would sour the experience of their first date, it would be him accidentally making their strange in-between relationship public behind her back.

danknugstickiestickies ?? what do u mean

Three dots bounced in the bottom left corner of his slightly cracked phone screen.

popeheyward ...

kiara-c I mean, you don't see it?

danknugstickiestickies see what

popeheyward I guess we were wrong, but all of us always thought you two had some feelings going on.

"You don't say?" JJ murmured sarcastically to himself under his breath. "Never crossed my mind, Pope."

danknugstickiestickies bro that's jb's little sister

kiara-c so?

danknugstickiestickies forbidden fruit? making john b roll over in his grave? do those ring a bell or am i speaking in tongues

He was already a proficient liar in real life, but, fuck, it was easy in text messages. There's no chance at deciphering facial expression or tone, just a plain message with no room to budge. Thank God he didn't do this in person with them. He could've survived, but it wouldn't have been as quick and painless as the group chat was.

kiara-c jeez, sorry

Pope didn't voice it, but he noticed something.

He looked up from his phone and stared off at the wall in thought in his AP European History class. It piqued his interest that JJ simply said she was off limits, forbidden fruit as he put it, but did not outright deny having feelings for her. In fact, he didn't even address the question. He made excuses for why he shouldn't have feelings for her, but he never said he didn't have feelings for her.

Kie did not notice. Not because she wasn't smart enough to either, but because she was too busy hiding her phone behind her backpack to think too deeply about it. Her teacher was one of those teachers that would flip shit if they saw a cell phone turned off and faced down on the desk, let alone being used by a student during a lesson.

In his classroom across the hallway, JJ bounced his leg up and down beneath his desk in an absentminded urge to release the built up energy the anxiety produced in an over abundance.

popeheyward Our bad then. Even John B thought y'all were sus lmao.

Since when was that a known fact? Could he tell? Did he talk to Pope about him and Y/N before he died? Either way, it wasn't the time to pry about it.

kiara-c yeah you guys honestly could've fooled me if you wanted to

danknugstickiestickies well thank u, glad ur invested in our friendship but

danknugstickiestickies please help, i have no fucking clue how to act on a date and this girl is too cool for me to screw this up

That was when they finally dropped the interrogation session and started offering up tips. The best ones came from Kie, which made sense to him since women are more likely to know what other women like than two dudes who share one collective brain cell and never had real relationships.

Rule One: Be ready to pick her up five minutes early.

He wasn't ready to pick her up five minutes early. His bike broke down by the time he made it halfway down his street, so he had to push it back up the road and into the yard before setting off on foot to reach the Chateau quickly enough. And by quickly enough, it means he got there five minutes late, not early.

Rule Two: Compliment her after you get in the car.

She tossed him the keys to the Twinkie from across the hood, not giving him the chance to open the door for her, and it wasn't until they were setting off down the road that he remembered the next piece of advice he was given.

Side-eyeing her in his peripheral vision, he tried to find something to compliment her on specifically rather than the general compliments about her being pretty that she never fully believes when he says them. He was intending to say something about the skirt she had on, but when he chanced a glance over at her, she caught him and asked—

"What is it?"

Sent into panic mode, JJ blurted out instead, "I like your shoes."

He could've bashed his face against the steering wheel twenty times right then and there at the utter absence of reaction on her part for the next few uncomfortable seconds. It wasn't that it was a bad compliment. She appreciates any compliments at all...but her shoes were hidden from his view. Not to mention, they were the dirty, mustard yellow converse that the Pogues bash on a daily basis.

She laughed, lifting her leg to expose the sneaker on her right foot, and asked, "These? Dude, you roast me for these all the time. You and John B said they look like Big Bird shit on them."

The skin on the apples of his cheeks scorched hot with embarrassment, and he was never so glad that the overhead lights in the van were burnt out until that moment. He would've died on the spot if she saw him blush like that, face flushed pinker than sunburn. All he could do to save himself was murmur something about the color growing on him and keep driving in the direction of the theater with his hands white-knuckling the steering wheel he fantasized about banging his face into.

Rule Three: Insist on picking up the check.

In this case, it meant insist on buying the popcorn and drinks, and he miraculously managed to drop his wallet somewhere along the way when he ran over to the Chateau, so when he stepped up to the makeshift concession stand with her standing at his side, he felt around for his wallet in his jeans to no avail.

His thoughts echoed back to him, You gotta be fucking kidding me. Seriously? Is this actually happening right now?

"JJ, it's honestly fine," she said softly as he leaned over to search back of the Twinkie for the wallet. "We can look for it on your street right now if you want. It has your ID and stuff, you don't want a stranger to have that. We don't need to stay—"

It took all of his control to not shout it in reaction when he said, "No way. You've been waiting for this, and Kie ditched you, so I ain't ditching you too. We're staying."

His wallet could go kick rocks.

He came too far to be dragged down by the old leathery piece of shit anyway. Would he go out and search for it tirelessly the second the date ended? Hell yeah, that fucker had twenty dollars and his debit card in it, but he couldn't bear the thought of abandoning her or ruining her anticipated movie night by taking her out to search the streets with their phone flashlights for a wallet they might not find. He'd wait till the movies ended, take her home, then haul ass around the Cut searching for it after.

Thankfully, he found a couple bucks crumbled up in his front pocket while she scavenged for coins in the glove compartment, and they came up with enough to buy a water bottle and small popcorn to share together.

Rule Four: Don't have sex on the first date.

And it may sound easy enough to not act like a complete Neanderthal for the length of two movies, but the girl makes it pretty damn difficult if he's to say so himself.

That's what led him here, laying in the back of the sideways-parked Twinkie in the farthest corner of the outdoor theater with her practically on top of him. In any other instance, he wouldn't be opposed in the slightest, but with the cursed fourth rule in mind, he isn't too thrilled with the feeling of her hand rubbing up and down his thigh.

It isn't even meant to be sexual. They're constantly touching one another this way. She'll even slip her hands up under his shirt just to feel the warmth of his skin or when he asks her if she can get an itch on a part of his back he can't reach, but for some reason his brain is short circuiting right now.

The thing is, when Kie and Pope said he shouldn't do it on the first date, they meant it for his and Steph's made up circumstances, not his and Y/N's full-blown relationship without labels. When you've had sex with someone as many times as they have with each other, the hesitancy on the "first date" is nonexistent. It doesn't matter. But JJ, trying to follow the advice given to him to the letter for the sake of being the date she deserves, doesn't think about it that way.

It shouldn't be this nerve-wracking. They've been best friends since they were children, they've been flirting since they found out what basic attraction was in the first place, and they've been forming this relationship ever since John B died. Why can't he relax? Why is this so different compared to how easy it felt between them yesterday on the beach or today at lunch?

Rule Five: Be yourself.

It takes him another few moments of laying here with her before he realizes quite abruptly what went wrong in a quick flash of a thought that brings the fifth rule back to him. The problem wasn't the bike, or the weird compliment about her Big Bird sneakers, or the lost wallet.

The problem is him. The problem is that he's trying way too hard to make this something it isn't. The part about them that he adores so dearly is how they never have to try when they're together. With any other girl or guy, they'd have to fake something or act a certain way, yet when they're together, they can simply exist and everything is runs smoothly. That's not to say they don't disagree or bump heads, they do, but short of those outlier moments, it's easier than anything else they do in life.

His eyes flicker away from the screen for the first time since the movie began, which, by the way, is gruesome enough at times that he had to divert his eyes to prevent himself from seeing it happen. They land on where she lays, completely content with the night in spite of its mishaps, with her head propped up on the pillows they brought from the Chateau.

He wonders if she can tell he's acting differently. Surely she must notice. She's the type of person that typically never misses a thing, perfect for the gold hunt they went on in the summer with picking up the clues and helping her brother unravel the mystery, so maybe she noticed how flustered this date has him. Does it bother her? Does he bother her?

With a confirming glance back up at the movie to see nothing important happening, he can't fight the urge to speak anymore.

"Can I tell you something?"

His voice appearing through the darkness of the shut off van after spending the past half hour in complete silence makes her jolt at first before realizing who it was. Though she loves horror movies, she can't claim to not be affected by them. The night she falls asleep after watching one, she often finds herself compelled to turn a light on and keep her feet from dangling off the edge of the bed. It's worth the fear, though.

When she turns to look at JJ, there's a warm smile on her face. She's cuddled into his side with a hand placed casually atop his thigh, caressing with no purpose or intent, and her movement halts when the light from the movie on the projector allows her to see the expression on his face.

Anxiety has become an increasingly significant presence in his life with the recent events in mind; John B and Sarah, the four-hundred million dollars they lost out on, and dodging his father whenever he sneaks home to switch out the backpack of clothes and personal belongings he keeps at the Routledge house.

It manifests itself in jittery nerves, stomach pains, shortness of breath, and, at worst, panic attacks striking either at random or in response to a specific trigger. It's one of the few things he still tries to hide from her, and she tries not to push him too hard with opening up about it.

She abandons the movie for the time being and rolls onto her side to face him, upper body propped up on her elbow as she examines his face with downturned features.

"Of course," she says.

The words left unsaid are, "You can tell me anything. Whenever you need someone to listen, or to talk to about shit, you can tell me." He's heard her say it enough that he doesn't need to hear it now to know it's true.

There's a pause, then—

"I feel like I fucked this entire date up," he starts to ramble and cuts her off before she can think about saying what she wants to, "and I know it's okay to you. You have way too high of a tolerance for my bullshit, and I've been trying so hard to make this perfect, but all that did was screw it up."

She's left quiet for a second, taking it all in.

Maybe if he hadn't been so anxious about it, he would've realized what was wrong with his bike when he rode it home from school, or he would've noticed his wallet fall out of his pocket. The point is, he wishes he hadn't let the label attached to this freak him out so much. He isn't sure why it does, but it does.

But she doesn't do what he expects. She isn't drowning him in reassurances and, "It's okay's" because she knows he doesn't care for them much. When he, the most stubborn person she knows, apologizes for something he did, he doesn't want it to turn into the person accepting the apology coddling him.

Y/N sighs.

"Is that why you've been acting so different all night? I scared you with the whole ‘date’ thing, didn't I? It doesn't have to be a date if you don't want it to be."

What she doesn't know is that he wants it to be a date. He wants it to be a date so badly, he risked Pope and Kie finding them out for the sake of getting some proper advice on it, and now he's caught up in the same game of tug and war in his mind that always occurs when he wants to tell her the truth about his feelings for her.

Part of him doesn't understand why he doesn't outright say it. With every other girl he once showed interest in, he had no issues in letting them know he wanted them, but this is different. This isn't simply wanting someone, he thinks he's fallen for her. But whenever he says he's gonna grow a pair and tell her after all this time, he chokes. Involuntarily, he's reminded of his parents. Other than his friends saying it platonically, the only people to tell him they loved him were them, and with how they treated him, he sure as hell doesn't think that is love.

From his dad's brutal physical abuse to his mom's abandonment, he's too timid to tell her he loves her because of what could happen if she loves him back. Everyone else that has said that to him has either hurt him, died like John B did, or abandoned him.

He won't let that happen with him and Y/N. What they have, albeit undefined and codependent, is safe. It's the only thing he has left. Maybe it isn't right, and maybe he should open up about it to communicate the correct way, but somewhere in the misshapen logic of his mind, he correlates love to abandonment. And he doesn't want that to happen with her.

There are two sides of him at battle inside his mind. One side, the side that wants to do right by their relationship and actually communicate his feelings for once in his life, wants him to tell her everything. The other side, the side that responds based on the history of his past, wants him to hide it all.

"Will you be mad at me if we don't call it a date?" he asks.

She shakes her head.

The heavy sensation inside of JJ's chest nears a point of vitriolic violence against him as he starts to realize what he's doing to her, clearly letting her down, but he can't stop himself. Like a passive witness watching himself from outside of his body, the instantaneous trauma response to the sudden confrontation of his true feelings for her guides his actions without his permission. It shuts down any protest he has.

The sound of the movie fills the gap of silence between them the entire time. It’s a variety of bloodcurdling screams and disgusting sounds that would've made him gag if he weren't as distracted.

They can make out each other's faces through the darkness, but barely. It takes a flash of bright color from the film or a nearby car's lights turning on for them to fully see one another. Without the other knowing, they both put masks of calm and collected coolness on their faces despite the feelings raging beneath the surface—more so on his part than hers.

"Maybe," he says, pausing, "we should just keep things the way they've been."

As soon as the words leave his mouth, a soul-crushing amount of disappointment weighs her down. She said it was fine if he doesn't want it to be a date—and it is, she would never hold it against him—but that doesn't mean it can't hurt her. Things have been going so well, she almost thought...If tonight went well, she was thinking about no longer keeping it a secret, but if he said he wants things to stay the same, then maybe he isn't as ready for it as she is?

Meanwhile, JJ is on another page entirely.

She's embarrassed of being with you, a familiar voice in the back of his head croons. She's gonna leave just like everyone else does. If she doesn't even wanna tell your friends, why should you pretend you're dating?

The internal comments are the type that cause him to physically grimace when he's alone. Intrusive thoughts are just that: intrusive.

Sneaking into the guarded sanctuary of a person's mind, they set out to convince them the opposite of their reality. The only thing is, where most people's minds are guarded sanctuaries with walls of impregnable defense, his mind is the equivalent of a fortress blown to smithereens. The castle walls lay in rubble, the guards no where to be seen, and the path for these thoughts to slip past and straight to the vulnerability of his mind is left wide open.

In the privacy of his room, these thoughts attack him the most at night when he tries to fall asleep—when things get too quiet. With nobody around, when they get this bad there's nothing he can do except break down. It builds from the mere anxiety of attempting to force the thoughts away to full-blown panic attack mode. The more he resists them, the more aggressive they become. He'll gasp for air with tears streaming down his face, hitting his head with the heel of his hand as if that'd do something to stop his relentless mind.

But he can't afford to react in front of her, so the extent of his reaction is a subtle twitch of his face that she cannot see in the momentary darkness before the movie switches to another scene a second later. In a way, it does make the thoughts go away to have her here preventing him from spiraling alone. Having to focus on her keeps his mind away for moments at a time until the thoughts ease their grip on him.

When she hasn't answered for a while, he asks, terrified that he did something bad, "Are we good?"

The question seems to wake her up, snapping her out of the lonely direction her thoughts went into when he "rejected" her. It takes every bit of common sense she has left to force herself to understand that this doesn't mean he doesn't want her. He does, and not calling this a date doesn't mean they won't be together in the way they have been since John B's death, but she isn't perfect. She gets as unsure and insecure as he does.

As if the cloud of doom was lifted off of her, she makes her face lighten where she lays on her side next to him. Seeing this expression makes his chest feel less heavy, and he could let out a sigh of relief at the realization that he didn't break her heart and stomp on it. He should've known. Y/N is the sweetest person he knows, so she never would've flipped shit over him not wanting to label this as a date. That's not how she is.

And he's partly right. It isn't how she is. She would never hold it against him if he didn't want something further with her since she got herself into this position by pursuing him with his reputation with girls in mind, but she can't ignore it. Whether she wants it to or not, it had its affect on her as soon as he said it.

She leans in to kiss him, their lips meeting in the middle with the faint taste of popcorn salt mingling at the soft peck.

When she pulls away, she brushes the hair back from his face and says, "Don't worry. Nothing can change how I feel about you."

She has no clue what it feels like to hear that from her.

Despite the turmoil they unknowingly share beneath the surface due to this conversation, he could cry hearing her say it. It doesn't feel real to him that she feels the same way he does about her, because nothing could change how he feels about her either. That’s why he manages to work up the courage to repeat it back to her, and, for now, this is the closest he's physically capable of coming to telling her the truth.

"Ditto," he says.

It isn't what she wanted, but it's close enough, and if she dwells on this any longer, she might start getting too emotional and let the urge to tear up become too strong. Why does she have to be this sensitive? It's no secret that it's remarkably easy to make her cry, but this is insane to her. When all of this began with him, she didn't give a shit about him not wanting a label. She understood him, and she understood that he doesn't do this kind of thing, so why has it changed? Why doesn't she want to keep it a secret anymore? Why does she want this to be a date when she knows he doesn't want it to be?

Pulled by an invisible string back to him to silence her mind, she leans in to kiss him again with a hand cupping the back of his neck to guide him the rest of the way to her.

It shouldn't be laced with any sexual intention. She should be kissing him simply because she wants to, and, in a way, she is. Their kisses and touches are never lacking the motivation that is their underlying connection and mutual feelings for one another, but this is not the same. As he kisses her back with as much confidence and passion as always, she is reeling from the conversation that reminded her too much of a breakup.

It takes another minute of this for the kiss to heat up, their breathing becoming shallower in the moments they part to inhale, and she is undeniably the one instigating when she officially crosses the line between casual and sexual by crawling onto his lap. It's not hard for him to pick up on when their innocent moments take a turn. She's easy to read in that regard, and this has happened a multitude of times with them, so the shift of a mini make out session turning into something more is nothing out of the ordinary for them.

If he knew how shaken she is on the inside, he'd never want this. And the same would go for her if she knew what he was thinking before this. Neither of them wants to admit what they're feeling.

With her legs seated on either side of his hips, she kisses him like it's the last time she'll ever get the opportunity to. Her hands wander wherever they can, pulling at his shirt and feeling him up as his hands guide her hips to move against his in a steady grinding that she has no issue partaking in. It's an eagerness he hasn't seen from her in weeks. She's never un-excited when it comes to being physical with him either, but this is another level. The last time a girl was all over him like this, it was desperate touron at a party a few months ago.

In the span of time it takes her to glance over her shoulder to see if anyone could see them and reach to pull her skirt up until it bunches around her hips—no one can see them, by the way, since they got here late and were forced to cram the van into the back corner of the lot with no street lights illuminating the path—his brows raise at her presumptuous behavior. Not that he's one to complain, however, seeing as he's typically the one doing what she is.

Their next kiss clashes their teeth hard enough to make them wince, but he loves it. It makes him smirk into her parted mouth, alive with both the feeling her reassurance provided and the fuzzy-headed high that often finds him when they're together in this way. Incomparable to past flings or the high related to any drugs, she is the peak of everything to him. It's no contest.

His chest stutters against hers with a bout of amused laughter, asking within a brief pause in what feels like the most JJ thing he's said this awkward night, "Two for two in the Twinkie. What's gotten into you?"

Y/N's hand dips between where their bodies move together to unclasp the closed buckle of his belt in one smooth motion that has it falling apart with a clinking noise.

Her features are set with a look that tells him she means business. Whatever it is that sparked this, he wonders how the fuck to make it happen again another time. She's begged for it before, but never taken control so dominantly, and he can't deny what the role reversal does to him. The evidence is obvious in the distinct hardness she feels pressing up against the hand undoing his jeans.

"I was hoping it'd be you," she says, voice breathless and airy from the constant contact in a way that makes it ten times hotter for him.

If there were any chance of him not being in the mood prior to this, which wasn't the case anyway, it's gone now. He never wants to hear her say she doesn't deliberately try to tease him ever again.

He doesn't need to be told twice.

JJ surges forward to capture her mouth with his, this time with no intention of pulling away to breathe or speak again. No, he'll let himself get lightheaded and dizzy if it means he can stay with her for as long as possible.

With the circumstances of it all, them being visible to someone if they happened to pass by the open door of the van, they move at a pace quicker than usual. She's immediately helping him shimmy his jeans and underwear far enough down his hips to free his dick from the confines of his clothes, making him sigh out a breath of relief when her hand brushes against him in the process.

There's no opportunity to slow down, it has exploded into a full-throttle speed race that neither of them can halt.

His hand blindly flies out beside him to grope the floor of the van for the set of keys he tossed carelessly to the side once the movie started, eyes shut in the midst of the hot, messy kiss they share. His fingers find the fabric of one of the blankets they brought in case they got cold, then drifts again and lands on her Big Bird sneakers until he feels the sharp metal of her keys meet his calloused palm.

After the events of last summer, she bought a switch blade to keep on her key ring alongside the keys to the van, HMS Pogue, and Chateau. She may not like violence or weapons, seeing as she was a skeptic of JJ keeping the gun alongside her friends, but she saw it necessary. Between Rafe, Topper, and Kelce, how could she leave the safety of her and her friends up to chance knowing what some of the kooks did to them not long ago? What happened to Pope on the golf course alone was enough to make her skin crawl.

Right now, though, the knife flips out from the pressure of his thumb pushing the button to release it. He holds it out away from her at first to assure it doesn't nick her in the process, then uses his other hand to tug the side of her panties that hugs her hip far out enough to press the sharp side of the blade onto the inside of it.

She can hardly believe what she's watching as JJ cuts the delicate maroon underthings from her body as if he were doing something so normal, like it's something he's done before. Her forehead is pressed against his, her mouth parted both in shock and in a need to pant for oxygen, and she watches the knife ruin her favorite panties. The stitches come apart with a satisfying ripping noise that can hardly be heard over the sound of people reacting to the movie in the background.

Other customers of the Cherry Bowl Drive-In are too glued to the screen as a beloved character is chased down, reacting in shouts when she's seized by the killer and shoved onto the table of an industrial bread slicer, so they remain wholly unnoticed.

The lace, now ripped in half, dangles on the tip of the knife when he lifts it away from her, tosses it aside, and presses the button once more to retract the blade. It clatters to the floor, but is in no way forgotten with them resuming in a desperation to keep going until they both satisfy the need clawing at them from the inside. But her sense of need is different from his, and even with the fresh memory of him with the switch blade in mind, she's still somewhere else the whole time.

Her mind is faraway, muted through layers of sadness, anger, and disappointment as he reaches between them to line himself up to her entrance. The sensation of him running his cock, hard and messy with a few drops of precome, through her dripping pussy to coat it in her slick arousal is enough to make her moan pathetically. Yet when he's about to guide himself inside of her, she stops him.

"Wait, wait, wait," she breathes out rapidly, heart pounding so hard she can feel herself pulsating between her thighs, "Condom."

They were so antsy to get to it, they almost forgot.

"Fuck," he curses under his breath, and his eyes flicker from where they were trained between their bodies to glance back and forth around the van before it hits him. "I lost my wallet..."

But right when he thinks their public rendezvous in the back of the Drive-In is over due to his unfortunate mistake, she shakes her head and slips away from her perch astride his lap to crawl over to her bag.

She fumbles with the old tote bag and plunges her arm in to sift through the hodge podge of things that are purely Y/N in nature—stickers, glitter pens, a half-eaten bag of candy, etc—for the square foil package she decided to toss in before she left just in case. She usually doesn't keep them on her because he never fails to have one, but, thankfully, she had the random instinct to bring it tonight.

The only thing to bring her out of her cloudy, malevolent storm of feelings when she settles back onto his lap with the condom wrapper ripped open for him is him saying, "So you planned this, huh?" with his mouth tipped in a familiar self-satisfied grin.

She didn't plan it. In fact, she threw herself at him the second she sensed him withdrawing from her and can't stop herself despite the fact that she constantly feels two seconds away from letting a tear slip down her cheek. If that counts as "planning it", then sure.

"Maybe so," she answers, cool, calm, and collected—the antithesis of the truth.

They usually don't lie to each other.

They're thrown right back into it without any other hiccups once he rolls the condom on, and he takes in a shaky breath at her hand wrapping around him to align their bodies up. Before she can do anything, though, he takes chance to swipe the blanket he found a moment ago and wrap it around her back to keep her covered in case they get caught.

Y/N sinks down onto his cock with her lip caught between her teeth to stifle the sound that threatens to escape. JJ, on the other hand, doesn't bother concealing the sound of the groan he makes at the sensation of having her wrapped around him like this. The tension in her entire body from the anticipation and the looming threat of being seen by someone has her squeezing him so tightly, he can't help but be a little louder than he should.

Her soft palm slaps over his mouth with enough pressure to force his groan to quiet itself, and she watches his pretty blue eyes widen in reaction to the dominant action. Who is this girl and what has she done with his sweet, submissive Y/N? Don't get him wrong, he is very turned on by it, but it's unlike her to take the lead this way. He can't figure it out.

"What's wrong, angel?" she asks in a whisper into his ear, her hand over his mouth and her hips starting to slowly rock against him, "Watch the movie."

Once the words leave her mouth, she drops her hand, just in case he wants to stop and can't say anything because she had his mouth covered, and JJ is pretty sure he's died and gone to heaven.

He doesn't watch the movie, not at all, because he's too busy watching her. For someone losing their mind internally, she does not let it show, nor does she let it distract her from what's happening. If anything, the distraction in this situation is the sex, not what's going on inside of her head.

There's a moment of adjustment and going as slowly and gently as possible while waiting for the dull pressure of feeling him inside of her to fade away, but, for the most part, she doesn't waste any time. As soon as she feels comfortable enough with the ache between her thighs giving way to a spark of pleasure when she grinds her clit down on his pubic bone, she starts to ride him at a better pace than the initial slow movements of her hips.

She raises herself up and takes him again inch by inch, enjoying the sense of fullness she gets from having to fit him in spite of the slight discomfort at first, and she could swear that he'll leave bruises in the shape of his handprints with how tightly he clutches her hips. It's all he can do to prevent himself from moaning or saying something, ever the vocal lover she's come to know.

Unless his mouth is preoccupied like it was on the beach yesterday afternoon, JJ is usually impossible to shut up, especially in this context. With him always whispering dirty things to her, whether it be praises, pet names, or plans on what he wants to do to her, she has come to find it breathtakingly hot. He could likely get away with saying something if he wanted to, but he isn't sure he wants to risk it. If he opens his mouth to spew something filthy to her, he won't trust himself not to make a louder, different kind of noise that won't fit in the with background audio the other moviegoers are listening to.

The wet sound of their bodies colliding that fills the space of the van is drowned out by the loud and violent sequence occurring on the screen far ahead of them, and hearing it makes her bounce herself on him a little harder. She's fueled on by it all, and, strangely, what happened before she practically pounced on him is the main contributor.

Similarly to the nature of his intrusive thoughts, the harder she resists the memory of how it felt when he told her he didn't want this to be a date, the more forceful it is in its return. Her eyes trail down to watch where they connect with her forehead pressed to his, then she's thrown back into the feeling of helpless disappointment and insecurity. His head tips back against the window with his bottom lip dropped open and his brows furrowed just enough to create a crease on his forehead, and she's bombarded with the look of relief on his face when he realized he didn't have to be tied down to her with a label.

It makes her want to get rougher, harder, and she doesn't even care if it'll make her sore later on. She presses herself down so far every time she slides down on his cock, her teeth draw blood on her lip with how hard she must bite it to remain quiet. The pain of her hipbones rubbing against his doesn't even matter to either of them at this point. They're both too lost in the pleasure that has begun to take control of them to care about something as minuscule as that, or the burn in her thighs from the repetitive physical strain.

She grabs his wrist and brings his hand between them, flattening hers overtop of it and pressing down on the base of her abdomen in the midst of the increasingly feverish thrusts.

"Feel you here," she murmurs to him through a quiet moan, hoping he can hear it over the movie, and pushes down on his hand for emphasis. And if the way he reacts by cursing under his breath tells her anything, it's that he picked up on it. "JJ..."

He reaches out to grab her by the throat with his free hand and tug her forward to kiss him, as if something inside of him snapped in response to her doing that. The motions of her jolting up and down throws the already messy and uncoordinated kiss off-kilter, but they don't mind. It has them separating every time she lifts up, producing this heady little head rush from from them breathing in each other's air without actually letting their mouths meet in the middle.

Though they're trying their hardest not to alert anyone outside of what's happening, it didn't occur to him until now, when his eyes catch John B's old bandana swinging back and forth where it's secured around the rear view mirror.

They're worried about moaning while the entire fucking Twinkie is rocking with their movements. Well, at least it makes good use of the corny sticker he gifted John B last year as a gag gift. He tried to peel it off after JJ snuck it onto the side window to no avail. So, now Y/N is stuck with a sticker on her car reading, "If the van's a-rockin', come on in, we like orgies," rather than the more common phrase.

It almost makes him start laughing, and he prays no one takes that shit seriously, 'cause he is never intent on sharing this breathtaking girl. Ever.

Y/N isn't anywhere near laughing like he is, in fact, she's finding it difficult to keep herself together. She feels her eyes sting with the promise of tears, and she's never felt so pathetic before. Is she seriously about to cry during sex? Is she really that girl that is so ill-equipped to handle rejection, she can't get through it without tears?

She won't cry. Perhaps if he sees how glossy her eyes have become in a rare moment of good lighting, she can blame it on the hand around her throat putting pressure on the sides of her neck.

The worst part about her being near to crying is the timing of it.

The emotion of what she feels mentally mixes with the swirling, building sensation she feels in the pit of her stomach that tells her she's close to going over the edge, and it's so overwhelming. Was she imagining that their friendship had changed? More importantly, is this all she'll ever be to him? Sex is the only thing she's sure of with him, it's the only thing that doesn't require deeper emotions, and when the ground beneath their fragile relationship felt shaky...

He can feel her starting to unravel, and he knows that he'll come before she does if he doesn't do anything now, so he decides to take control.

JJ pulls the hand he had resting on her abdomen away as though he were burned by it, wrapping his arm around her waist to steady her body against his and using the hand around her neck for leverage to thrust up into her, effectively reducing her to a teary-eyed, moaning mess atop him. They both stopped caring about making noise the second he began to fuck her like this.

She cries out in ecstasy at the sudden change in pace and depth that has him hitting all the right places. Every time he thrusts up into her, just as rough as she wished for, the tip of his cock nudges into that perfect spot inside of her that makes her incapable of silencing her moans. This time, it's JJ that puts his hand over her mouth, letting the one he had around her neck move away to keep her from alerting everyone around them of what's happening.

There's nothing she can do to stop her climax as it barrels through her in its initial sweeping wave of bliss to contrast the venomous doubts in her mind. She's never felt such conflicting, yet powerful feelings before—the intensity of the physical pleasure that makes her whine into the palm of his hand, then the part of her mind replaying every word he said in their conversation before this.

Her body is rigid and tense through it all, squeezing down around his cock with the involuntary spasms of her orgasm, and he can't help himself anymore. All it takes are a few more frantic thrusts for him to bury himself inside of her one last time and spill into the condom, uncovering her mouth so he can drown out his own groans into a kiss.

Their skin sticks to their clothes on the inside with sweat from the exertion of their actions, and he can feel her stomach tremble where it presses up against his with each undulation of her hips that meet his as he rides it out.

But even with the added distraction of the sex, she can't rid herself of the feeling that started plaguing her as soon as things went awry. That was why he was acting weird all night. He must have been so worried about her thinking this was anything more than their typical hangouts that he couldn't bring himself to act normally.

She forces herself to look happy when they pull away from the kiss, panting, and JJ, unaware of what she's been thinking, doesn't notice the small deception.

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#jj maybank #jj maybank smut #jj maybank x reader #outer banks #obx #fanfiction #obx s2 #uh oh trouble in paradise #anyway that smut #kinda wanna get railed by JJ in the back of the van #don’t we all?

[marlborodean]

here’s my analysis of a 14-yr-old supernatural episode

so remember that episode where sam fucked a werewolf? because he related to her unwilling monstrosity? well that episode is actually just about dean starting to come to grips with his childhood and his sexuality.

if you ship w/ncest do not interact. this post is not anti-sam either btw. 

content warning: discussions of childhood trauma, internalized homophobia, guns, killing. 

does include some images with Image Descriptions following them.

[ID: An over-the-shoulder close-up shot from the episode, focused on Madison, the werewolf, as she cries. Dean is standing behind her. They are both looking at Sam, whose shoulder is on the edge of the frame. End ID.]

Brief episode recap just in case u don’t remember. This ep is 2x17 “Heart.” Sam and Dean are hunting a werewolf. They discover that the woman they interviewed, Madison, is a werewolf (not THEE werewolf, but one of them). Sam develops a lil crush on her <3 I wrote the majority of this after watching it for the first time in almost SIX years, so i was just vibing the whole time UNTIL the last shot changed it all for me. So let me explain!

Three important points that i will refer back to:

1. The episode begins with Dean being excited to hunt a werewolf because "what about a human by day, a freak animal killing machine by moonlight don't you understand? I mean, werewolves are badass. We haven't seen one since we were kids."

2. Then the episode centers on Sam and his relationship with the werewolf woman and his own monstrosity: "[Dean: Sam, she's a monster and you're feeling sorry for her?] Maybe I understand her."

3. BUT THEN the last shot of the episode is of Dean crying as music plays (see below for the specific lyrics) and then Dean jumps at the sound of the gunshot. That's it! That's the end of the episode!

[ID: For all three screencaps, Dean is looking torturously sad. Each one is zoomed a little bit closer to his face than the last. In the last image, Dean sheds a single man tear. The captioned lyrics for the first one say "Relax, child, you were there." The second says "but only didn't realize" and the third says "and you were scared." End ID]

Even though the story is supposed to be about Sam and his monstrosity, and partly about his relationship w/romance since this is the first person he’s slept with since Jess died (at least with what is shown on screen)...the Dean Sandwich tells us otherwise. We're supposed to be taking away something about DEAN here. Like, that's the whole purpose behind the last shot focusing solely on Dean instead of Sam who is AT THAT MOMENT, KILLING THE GIRL HE HAS FEELINGS FOR. It's literally a heartbreaking, devastating, super traumatic thing for Sam to be going through, but instead we're watching Dean as a single tear slides down his face lmao. It's because this episode is about DEAN, and furthering his story.

Let’s not queer this just yet. The death of the werewolf is about/representing his loss of innocence. It's a violent disconnect from his childhood. Point # 1 shows that he is fascinated by werewolves because since he was a kid he thought they were badass, not to mention all the werewolf films he references throughout. Then, through the music lyrics over that last scene, they mirror that theme of childhood. They’ve done this before, having the diegetic music directly reference what the characters are going through. No different here: Dean is the child they’re referring to.

I have to reiterate that that's the last thing we hear before the gunshot cuts the music short and then the cut to black. "You were scared" is the last thing we hear before the gunshot, as Dean cries. ALSO I have to reiterate that Dean was looking forward to killing a werewolf and shooting it himself. So it's super fascinating that, not only is Sam the one that kills the werewolf, WE DON’T EVEN SEE IT HAPPEN.

[ID: A medium-close shot of Dean as he looks at Sam, who takes up the right half of the frame. The caption says, “Sammy, I got this one. I’ll do it.” End ID.]

Am i gonna have to say this now? The werewolf is a metaphor, okay? It's a metaphor for his innocence, which is long-dead, forever doomed. I mean, a lot of kids love werewolves because they ARE badass! It's a classic monster that anyone could easily obsess over, and with Dean's childhood it must've seemed even cooler, knowing they're real and having the power to kill this "mythical" beast. So the way he's looking forward to killing one is the way a child imagines themselves as a hero.

But what happens instead is a tragic mercy killing. It's flipping his fantasy completely on its head, and it makes Dean realize that.....his fantasies are just fantasies. They aren't real, never would be. There's nothing heroic about killing this werewolf. It's tragic as hell. When he offers to kill her himself, it's just to relieve Sam's burden, but he's reluctant still. Because, as he keeps saying, he doesn't want to be a hunter! He doesn't want this life! He's tired of killing! And that's also what he's mourning as he cries and startles at the gunshot. His fantasies will never be real and his childhood could never have been normal and he never got a chance to be a kid because being a hunter was thrust on him at such a young age. And now it feels inescapable.

[ID: A gif of the slow zoom on Dean’s face as the single tears slips down his cheek. He jumps at the gunshot, then blinks and his lip wobbles. End ID.]

So now we can queer it :-) Of course all monster stories can be easily queered, but werewolves are popularly queered. The first example that comes to mind is An American Werewolf in London (1981) isn’t an overtly queer film (though it is Jewish!) but it’s definitely read that way by a lot of people!! Anyway the film was directed by John Landis which JUST SO HAPPENS to be the pseudonym Dean goes by in this episode. hmm. (Also, interestingly, the BTVS ep where the first gay character comes out references this film too)

[ID: Sam and Dean are standing close to each other. Sam is in the foreground, not in focus. Dean, behind him, says, “Landis. And Detective Dante.” End ID.]

There’s this essay about the queer werewolf that you can read here (and they also talk about fandom in it! very fascinating), where they say in the intro: “the werewolf seems an obvious choice as a queer monster with its identity-disrupting hybridity, as well as its atavistic, and, thus, disallowable sexuality.” A lot like Kristeva’s theory of the abject body! which is popular in queer theory. 

This episode is then queering Sam—his attraction to the werewolf makes him abject—but it also queers Dean thru the way his attitude towards the werewolf transforms (get it?) throughout the ep. His desire and eagerness to kill the werewolves is obviously ingrained in him from John’s parenting. Consider what he said in 2x03 “Bloodlust”: “And the way he raised us, to hate those things—and man, I hate them, I do.” In conjunction with the monsters in the show being seen as queer allegories (the gorgon, as an example of an explicit comparison), Dean’s excitement to kill the werewolf can be read as internalized homophobia and repressing any of his own feelings. 

Remember, though, right before that line in “Bloodlust,” he also said, “What if we killed things that didn’t deserve killing?” He’s really beginning to question whether all monsters are bad, and what it means to kill them. Is he also questioning what he believes of queer people? What John believed of queer people? The loss of innocence and queering both slot together through that final shot, imo: he’s crying because he realizes his fantasies aren’t real, but he’s also mourning the fact that he never could have had the chance to grow up without John’s control, and now it’s forever tainted his worldview. What else could he have been without that? (The answer is evident in 4x17 “It’s a Terrible Life.”)

Dean was taught to hate queer people but he doesn't want to. He wants to get out of the life but it feels inescapable. He wants to kill a werewolf and then when he has the chance, he doesn't want to. He actually cries as it's killed. It scares him, having to confront that what he thought he knew was wrong, but he knows all the same that he’ll never have the chance to have grown up without that. 

#is anyone up? anyone wanna read this? i finished this instead of doing homework #sorry the end is bad LMAO i'm notoriously bad at writing conclusions #also i want to say that the monster allegories in SPN more often have to do with race and not homophobia. but this episode sticks out to me #as representing queerness instead of race. especially because they set it up as compared to Sam's story which is SO queer. #spn #what do i tag this #ej.pdf #supernatural #bi dean #my professors would give me a bad grade on this #portfolio

[hws-cernunnos]

Italian 101:expressing romantic love and attraction

As promised I'm back with the romantic version of this post :D Link

As usual long post ahead (❁´◡`❁)very long oof

Let's start this journey by defining each role with it's name :)

It can be quite useful to understand a certain type of mentality ! You'll see what I mean right away.

Boyfriend is ragazzo and girlfriend is ragazza and they literally mean boy and girl ahah. Now, it's normal for unmarried native English speaking couples in their late 20s and beyond, to call each other boyfriend/girlfriend. That's really not a thing in Italian. Ragazzo/a are only used by teenagers because it does feel quite infantile to refer to your s/o in such terms in our language 😅 especially if you live together... Ex:{nation x}è il mio ragazzo/la mia ragazza

... Which brings me to: compagno/a. It's the word used by adults to refer to their s/o and it means partner as in life partner and it really doesn't matter whether you're only dating, living under the same roof and/but decided not to marry(but maybe start a family!) it's still the correct terminology! So realistically the Italy Bros would call their s/o their partner, at their current age :) And oh! If you ship them with Vanya it could be a great pun since it also means comrade ahah. Kids of course don't make use of it because a) it indicates a committed relationship as I explained, it would be weird b)it kinda sounds like classmate lol (compagno di classe). Ex:{nationx}è il mio compagno/la mia compagna

Weirdly enough it's not that uncommon to hear a teen say fidanzato/a, which supposedly should only indicate your fiance ahah. As a kid it profoundly amused me to hear fellow 12-year-olds talk about their fidanzati. But it is indeed a common way to call your loved one and I used it myself to talk about my friends' bfs/gfs. As you can imagine it lost such connotation, but I can say that many still feel quite nervous about being called fidanzato/a because they feel like they're about to step on the altar. Ex:{nationx}è il mio fidanzato/la mia fidanzata

Talking about altar... Husband is marito and wife is moglie. On the other hand groom is sposo and bride is sposa. Ex:{nationx}è mio marito/mia moglie. As you can see they don't need an article, *John Mulaney voice* quella è mia moglie! I'm so sorry.

A more yoyo *snort* way to refer to your bf/gf is tipo/a, which literally means dude/dudette ahah. Ex. {Nationx}è il mio tipo/la mia tipa😎.

Onto dialectal versions:) very important tbh, could give that something more to your texts. A common way to call your bf/gf in many northern Italian languages (except my own rjrnh) is moroso/a. It stands for "amoroso", loving and it takes the article according to the language; in most cases it does, in Veneto it doesn't. Ex:{nationx}è il mio moroso/la mia morosa or (in Veneto's case) ho visto mio moroso parlare con mio fratello(I've seen my boyfriend talk to my brother). Would be cute in a social media au like, bio "mio moroso🥺" link to the poor lad's account.

In many southern Italian regions you can find zito/a :) (it's used in Apulia, Sicily and Calabria as far as I know!!) and it pretty much means lad/lass.Ex:{nationx}è il mio zito/la mia zita. I'll assume someone like Mano would use it in a more intimate context.

Common terms of endearment and silly pet names ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

A very common mistake I've encountered in ffs is "mi amore". Italian really doesn't work like Spanish, in our language "mi" isn't a possessive adjective but a particle that indicates the indirect object :3

Ex:Mi piace il gelato.(I like ice cream, Ice cream is liked by me).

Mio is what you're looking for ☺ and it doesn't change according to gender because the adjective takes the word's grammatical gender (amore is masculine). In this case the adjective should be postponed "amore mio", unless in an example like this:

Ex. Sei il mio amore(you're my love).

Tesoro works the same way!! "tesoro mio".

As I mentioned in my platonic love post patata/o is very common and so is It's diminutive patatina/o, but it seems like carotina/o (little carrot) is popular as well (not as much tho! Once again the masculine form is pure invention ahah :)) .

Many use sugary sweet stuff like pucci-pucci which don't really mean anything dbbd we all probably collectively think they sound cute(or irritating, depends who you ask).

One I've seen a couple of times in ffs is caro/a...which indeed means dear in Italian!! But it's not that popular:( mostly because it sounds straight out a 50s commercial. It's used in a ironic way and once again ,with others I've mentioned in the other post ,to address someone who happens to be particularly annoying.

My favourite ones have to be respectively tato/a for Feli and principe for Mano. I truly thought tato/a(tatino/a) were panitalian but my main moots are from the South and they said it's not a thing there,,,? Quite the revelation. It doesn't mean anything, it's just baby talk and it's used for.. Anyone really... Your child, your pet, your bf... Might be a short form for the so popular patato but who knows ahah

Principe truly fucks me up. The idea of Romano calling his bf prince out all of things sends me. And yet it seems like it's quite popular in some parts of the South?? In my friend's @flamaflavio words "I've seen 30 something years old women use it". Oh btw princess is principessa just in case :3

Any kind of cute little animal is game(for example cucciolotto,little puppy or topolino/a little mouse that I've already mentioned). And ah in English there's this thing where you take your s/o name and add bear, in Italian it's orsacchiottino, little teddy bear.

Almost forgotten about it, a bad boy type of character might use dolcezza, sweet thing, or piccolo/a baby.

Let's conclude this post with some sentences o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

Sono innamorato/a di te "I'm in love with you"

Mi sono innamorato/a di te "I've fallen in love with you"

Ho una cotta per lui/lei "I've a crush on him/her"

A more sappy one could be "sei la luce dei miei occhi" (you're my eyes' light). It's also said by parents to their children

Ti adoro "I adore you"

Mi piaci "I like you"

Sono pazzo/a di lui/lei "I'm crazy for him/her"

I won't cover compliments but I can tell you how to say someone is hot ahah. You can say:

Che figo/a! (He/she's really hot!)

È davvero bono/a (He/she's really hot)

A funny way is "È proprio gnocco/a". My girl @flamaflavio introduced me to " È un intero piatto di gnocchi " "He/she/they is/are an entire plate of gnocchi" and I've never been the same😭

We also say "è proprio manzo" to talk about a guy ajsjsj. Manzo means beef, so I suppose it's the Italian version of "beefcake". On the same tone of the gnocchi plate a common meme is " Non è solo un manzo è un'intera macelleria " He's not only beef (a steak??)he's an entire butcher's.

In genovese slang(not language mind you, kids language ahhehs) we might jokingly say "Che beccio". A beccio is a very confident (and hot?definitely stylish) guy.

A more crass way can be "Che fregno/a"

Will keep this PG djdj but you can check this link out if you want some funny horny on main expressions ahah link

Aaand we're done!!! Just let me know if you've enjoyed this and what you'll like me to cover in next post 🥰 thanks for reading this

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[morbid-n-macabre]

Judith Ann Neelley

We could fairly say that Judith Ann Neelley is a bad egg. She started her criminal record at a Very young age, spending a significant amount of time in juvie for crimes like armed robbery. She is a bit different, being part of a would-be serial killer/crime spree couple in which she was the dominant over her much older husband, Alvin (29). Most offen it's the other way around, the man is calling the shots. She was also the youngest woman to be sentenced to the Alabama electric chair at just 18 y/o. Yeah, Judith Neelley is an interesting one.

September 11, 1982, Georgia- Police were being tormented by a woman on the phone. She kept calling, telling them she was going to exact her revenge. That day, a person who worked at a detention home was shot at multiple times, and soon another's home was hit with a Molotov cocktail. Police quickly realized they were dealing with a former juvenile offender, they just didn't know which one. These taunting phone calls would continue throughout the crime spree.

September 25th, Scottsborough, Alabama police were searching for a 13 y/o girl, Lisa Ann Millican. The poor kid had had a horrific life of sexual abuse by the hand of her father. She'd only been rescued and placed in the home a month before her murder.

Lisa thought she'd just made a new friend when she ran into Judith at the Riverbend Mall just a couple miles away from the foster home. Judith was 9 months pregnant, and She had little 2 y/o twins with her. She didn't seem like the type of person who would hurt anyone. When she offered Lisa a ride home, the younger girl jumped at the chance.

Instead of being driven home, Lisa was taken to a hotel room where she was tortured & raped by the Neelleys for 3 days. Judith enjoyed torture, she liked to see what would happen during experiments. She injected Drano into her young captive over and over again, just to see what would happen. Finally Judith took Lisa out into the wilderness and shot her 3 times, and threw the girl from a ledge. The couple left her to die there, and sadly her death was not quick.

Judith called the police again- anonymously she told them where to find Lisa's corpse.

Later, back in Georgia, the Neeleys ran across a couple: John Hancock and his young wife, Janice Chatman (22). Judith talked their victims into going on a ride with her. Driving out to a secluded place, she met up with Alvin. They shot John in the back, leaving him for death and taking Janice with them. Judith wanted to torture her in the same manner as Lisa. They took their fresh victim back to another hotel room so they could torture her. (Every bit of this was done in front of the 3 young Neeley children, btw.)

Judith made a huge mistake though- John had survived. He had not died from that gunshot wound. He ran for help the minute the Neelleys were out of sight. John told police what the vehicle looked like, and that the young woman had twins in the car. Police played a clip of the audio from Judith's taunting phone calls, which John also recognized. They soon put two and two together, they were looking for Judith Ann Neelley; police now knew their killers but they still had to find them.

It took another week for police to catch up with the couple- Janice was dead, but police were able to stop them before they killed again. And there was no doubt, she would have killed again.

Judith Neelley was sentenced to the electric chair, but that was later commuted. She will be up for parole at some point, and its probably best for all of us to hope it's never granted. Alvin died a few years ago in prison.

Officially their head count is 2, but investigators who worked the case believe there are more victims. They're still holding out hope that some day Judith will talk.

One of the Neelley twins, April, has publicly spoken about her mother. She believes Judith guilty, but that her spree wasn't bad enough to warrant death.

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