#or aren’t labeled/haven’t come out yet??

[vampstel]

LGBT discourse will never not make me both uncomfortable and pissed off

#꒰ v’s rambling ꒱ #This is specifically about an actor who got forced to come out as bi because people were accussing him of queerbaiting #It’s just #so messed up #no one owes you their sexuality #or gender identity #That’s all that needs to be said #but also #It’s just weird seeing so many queer people throw this term around assuming someone’s straight simply because… #they aren’t queer-presenting enough?? #or aren’t labeled/haven’t come out yet?? #Like what the fuck?? #y’all preach acceptance and breaking the binary #but then try to force heteronormativity on anyone that doesn’t fit your criteria of being queer #Do you hear yourselves?? You’re saying the same bs homophobes spout #‘break the binary’ but god forbid if you see a person you suspect to be cishet break gender norms #‘break the binary’ but also ur gonna use it as a guide to invalidate others and force them into a box #which is literally what you say you’re against #Please just… make up your mind? #I’m just. yeah no I’m done

[diorsluv]

casual , part 6

“ someone you couldn’t lose ”

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next chapter notes ) so unfortunately i’ve decided that imma make the chapters shorter so it’s easier for me to post and i won’t get burnt out as quickly.. please forgive me!!

tags: @dancerbailey3 @hughesfein @loveforaugust @alwaysclassyeagle @love4ldr @inhoodmood @bunting58 @crazycat-ladys-blog @smoooore @bunbunbl0gs @lilasianmeat

#ethan edwards #ethan edwards x y/n #ethan edwards fic #ethan edwards fanfic #ethan edwards x reader #quinn hughes #jack hughes #trevor zegras #cole caufield #alex turcotte #luca fantilli #rutger mcgroarty #adam fantilli #mark estapa #mackie samoskevich #dylan duke #luke hughes

[easy-there-leftovers]

I See You, Darling (2)

[Astarion x reader] Due to surprisingly overwhelming demand, the previous fic, along with this one and many more to follow, will now be part of a series!! It was honestly very difficult trying to come up with what happens next, but here we are. The idea came to me during a fever!! |Word count: 2.5k.| Based off of this post I made.

Part 1 here!!

Next part here!!

The reader believes they are in a dream. It wouldn’t be the first time their fantasies conjured up such an obscure, yet somehow realistic scene. And so they’ve elected to treat the experience with as much realism as one would observe in a dream; little to none.

Alternatively;An ex-art-student-now-traveler accustoms themselves to the party.

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“Shadowheart. Shadow…heart. Hm.” His gaze bounced between you and her. 

“I’m sure her parents meant well, but the name is rather ominous, isn’t it?” He leaned over to your side, not bothering to hide his blatant distrust. Lowering his voice dramatically, if anything.

“Unless she chose it herself. Which is even more worrying, honestly.” He chuckled out.

It had been no more than two bells after mornbright when you met Astarion. Since then, you’ve come to realize how…different your presence has changed the course of the story. Though more subtle than you expected.

It would seem as if you had met the elven vampire before the party was formed, which was strange as your last save point was far later than that and the forest had been quite a long way from the beach.

When you finally stumbled upon Shadowheart, he was quick to share his inner thoughts that you haven’t heard from the game before. 

As they continued with their quest to find a cure for the Illithid problem, expanding their party as they did so, you had tried to make yourself useful by doing the dirty work for them. Looting and opening crates filled with camp supplies, armor, and potentially useful weapons and artifacts could always come in handy for trade or for “artifact consumption,” as per Gale’s need. Sorting them for your group’s convenience.

And while you did not have more direct and immediate practical use for your course of study in the modern world, the research you’ve created and reviewed for character creation and world building was doing wonders for your survival.

Or as much as it can for a magicless, not so athletic human. 

The “runes” of the medieval ages that have been carved into stone, along with the basic history and background of the common races and deities of the fantastical world that tabletop RPG has offered puts you at quite an advantage.

Not to mention your experience with the areas of the game giving you the same effect.

But this library of information had also aroused something akin to suspicion and concern. It would be understandable if you were a simple traveler just like them, or perhaps even an artisan from the guild, but you were not as astute as either background.

So how could you have access to this much knowledge yet be unaware of more practical matters? It’s as if you had simply read about it from somewhere. 

Astarion had been quick to give an explanation before you could form one of your own that could poorly convince your companions. Although, perhaps his suggestion was more outlandish than anything you could have come up with.

“They came with me. Property and all the formality that comes with it. A family pet, if you will.” A perfect excuse to justify your constant proximity to him, and a likely explanation to being well read, but not well experienced.

You thought nothing of the title, your apathy to the non-hazardous labels of this world apparent.

The same couldn’t have been said about your associates who had a few comments about this disclosure.

“I am unfamiliar with the–well, I shall not say ‘culture.’ ‘Customs’, perhaps. I did not think your kind to house such breed of cattle. Perhaps they could be useful.” Was Lae’zel’s. 

“I assure you, they typically don’t. Humans aren’t naturally subservient to Elves, at least in this manner. This setup sounds more akin to slavery. Blink twice if you need help.” Was Gale’s response. 

“It seems like Astarion's from the upper city, given the embroidery on his armor. I wouldn’t put it past them to have servants that follow them around.” Shadowheart’s nose crinkled at the thought. 

The party already had such an interesting rapport. Not entirely comfortable with one another to divulge everything, but loose enough to have semi-pleasant conversation with.

You thought this as you sorted out the fruits of your collective labor into neat pouches and bags, keeping items similar to one another factioned into their respective holding space. The chest being closer to Withers more than you’d like, but it was nice to hear the ramblings of an…undead person? Hearing someone continuously talking allows you to be more productive.

You’ll admit, handling enchanted armor and crystals does make you a tad nervous but you’re comforted by the thought that it will not be you who wields it in battle.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Gale approaching your direction. Possibly to ask for his share of the camp supplies just a little earlier to sate himself as you had an abundance of it for now. You regard him with your back turned and he stops for a bit.

“I will say that I don’t have the lightest of feet, but I figured myself better at sneaking around.” It’s not his fault that he got caught, but the bright purple robe and the smell of the oils you’ve been crafting for them are particularly noticeable.

“You are, but I’ll assume you're not exactly in the best shape after dealing with a few goblins.” You hold up a bottle of a healing potion, swinging it a bit with your fingers to indicate that the smell had warned you of his arrival.

“You’ve got a keen nose on you. Must be from all of Astarion’s training but, speaking of which,” He nears himself to your crouched form, going in to lean against a very old and empty crate.

“Gale, wait–” Right as your warning leaves you, they seem to evade him as falls right through the wood. A comical layer of dust and lichen pluming out from the force. He tries to quickly recover from both the physical and emotional damage as he brushes himself off to make himself presentable once more. 

“Ahem, as I was saying,” He again makes his way over to you, settling for just standing close as his attempts to look unbothered temporarily cost him his ego.

“I was serious about what I said before. While I don’t know what to make of our pallid friend just yet, as enigmatic as he is, what he said before is quite confusing. Best make haste away from here if you want your freedom while we’re distracted with this worm problem.” His tone suggests a genuine concern which confuses you.

You’d be lying to yourself if the label of the set up didn’t sound odd, but you’ve never expressed discomfort as there was nothing all too worrying about it on your end. It was mostly for show, and you had as much independence as Tav would have in your game.

You endeavor to quickly dispel his worries.

“You don’t have to worry, I’m very satisfied with my servitude under Astarion. He’s very lenient and reliable, and I’m better off with him than on my own." You return to your task of sifting through your materials but pause and look back up at him to continue.

"I do thank you for turning my way though. Your concern is much appreciated but unnecessary.” You lowered your head a bit to show your thanks.

“Well if someone as generous as yourself says to trust you on this, then I have no choice but to concede! I’ll keep a watchful eye and offer guidance, should you need it. Also, do we happen to have something for—” As he asks you for some sort of salve, just a few ways off, your eccentric “handler,” of sorts, watches the two of you interact.

Don’t get him wrong, such matters don’t really catch his attention, but being an elf does curse him with the ability to have extensive hearing. Something that he thinks Gale knew, and something you forgot. That would explain the lack of distance between you two.

He thinks it’s amusing how the wizard is trying to make conversation with you as if you were some foreign creature. His usual eloquence nowhere to be seen, and you seemed as unbothered as ever. Like how he usually saw you when you conversed with someone through a crystal.

It was a phone, not that he knew that though.

“They’re a real nice one, aren’t they?” Karlach says from her side of the camp which was nearer towards his tent and yours.

“Hm, yes. While that may be an admirable trait, it’s hardly going to get them anywhere if they keep this up.” Astarion huffed out, not very keen on your altruistic playstyle so far.

He doesn’t know much about what you do and don’t know, all he knows is that you do know of the events to unfold and could be the key to defeating his master.

 All he needs is to keep you at his side. So he’ll allow you this much freedom.

“Oh come on, you. You can’t seriously think that after everything. Our camp’s pretty well maintained because of ‘em, not to mention the connections we’ve been able to get!” She fortifies her statement by knocking on her chest, the engine humming within feels lighter and newer since you’ve informed her of the tiefling blacksmith at the grove. 

He hums in response, returning to reading his book as he thinks about his growing hunger. He’ll have to hunt soon enough. While your positive reputation occasionally reflects on him by proxy, it can also reflect negatively due to the alleged nature of your relationship. If he wants the journey to a way of understanding the tadpoles to be a more comfortable one, he has to at least prevent their trust in him from diminishing.

~

Night falls later than he’d have liked, having waited for everyone to be asleep so that he may prowl the forest for sustenance.

The rest were sound asleep in their bedroll as the skirmish from earlier on in the day had proven to be sufficiently tiring. The crackling fire surely brings a lulling warmth that he supposes he’ll have to miss out on for a while.

As he begins to slink off into the darkness, he looks back to gauge his surroundings and catches your form from across the settlement. It seems you were tallying away the items in the shared chest and double-checking to see that everything is checked and balanced with your records. 

Your shoulders jump at his suddenly standing form, but try to understand his intentions. You mouth, “where?” with a very confused face, to which he responds with a simple shushing motion and waits for your acknowledgement.

You nod slowly, and he holds your gaze before sneaking off once again.

‘He’s coming back, right?’ You wondered. The progression of your experience now in comparison to the game was vastly different, and you didn’t know if all scenes, or only some, would present themselves in this world. You assume he planned to hunt, and while you trust his abilities, you want to make sure he’s attended to properly should he be harmed in any way.

So after retrieving a few potions, a journal, and a pencil, you stashed them in a satchel and positioned yourself at the base of the tree in the direction he left in. You weren’t particularly sleepy tonight, and planned to pass the time in wait of your companion. 

There wasn’t much to do in this century to keep yourself entertained. The only things you’ve found so far were a few instruments and all manners of journals and inks.

The inkpot that you picked up appeared to be red this time. The game of, “which ink dye will I get this time?” will have to be the most of your entertainment for now. Not all too different from home, you suppose. And while writing keeps your mind at bay, illustrating all manners of wildlife have proven to be quite the fun exercise. 

You’ve made a few notes on creatures that you and your company have encountered. The visual elements of a drawing allowed you and the others to keep track of materials that could be salvaged from them, and their resistances to certain attacks. 

Though as much as you liked depicting such lifeforms in paper, you’ve come to be very interested in portraying your vampire friend.

Evidence of your interest present in the pages filled with his likeness as you search for an unmarked page. You’ve made a few of the others, yes, but anyone who would gain access to your journal would surely see which member of the group you favor more.

You continued to draw, and occasionally write, on the parchment as you waited for Astarion to come back. All sense of time evading you as you focus on the task at hand.

A perfect opportunity for a tired rogue to surprise an unsuspecting human.

“And what are you still doing up, little one?” He appears from behind the very tree you rested against, causing you to spill a bit of ink on your thumb.

You clicked your tongue, not at all annoyed by the character but by your absentmindedness and now stained appendage.

“Sorry, I was just waiting for you.” You sealed the inkpot, and gathered your materials. Effectively, but unknowingly, hiding your work from peering eyes that were the same deep red as your finger.

“I’m very flattered, darling. But couldn’t you wait until morning? I'm sure this couldn’t have been all too important, yes?” He gestures to your satchel, referring to your journal, but you misinterpreted it as him asking for your medical supplies.

“Oh, that depends. Are you hurt, by any chance? I stayed awake in case you might've needed help tending to yourself.” You opened the pouch to reveal its contents to him, your stained thumb in full view.

The sight makes him sigh out, but is thankful for your offered service.

“I’m alright, nothing of interest happened while I was away.” He considers telling you about the nature of his little…'escapade.' He's unaware if you are of his condition, and he doesn’t wish to out himself if not necessary to avoid possible conflict. So he settles for advising you to rest.

“We need you well rested, my dear. You sleep. I’ll keep watch.” The dialogue is familiar, and you can’t stop yourself from letting a small laugh out as you responded with an equally familiar line

“Thank you. I’ll sleep better for that.” You lower your head as you usually do in gratitude.

“The pleasure is all mine.” He mirrors your gesture, albeit in a way that is most appropriate for someone of his character. “Sweet dreams.”

You walked back to the chest. Returning the potions and ink you’ve plucked from the supply, but keeping the rest of the pouch’s materials with you as you turn in for the night. Awaiting the promise of further study that a new day typically makes.

As Astarion is left with his own thoughts, a sour taste still in his mouth from his earlier meal, he thinks about the man in the journal you kept. He did not see much, only a vague outline of the figure. He thinks about who, or what, it could have been but dismisses the thought rather quickly.

He has no time for a mysterious person with hair less perfect than his own, touching his untainted locks as he does.

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Thank you everyone for your interest in the series!! As per the request of some, I'll now be adding a taglist!

Thank you to @rey26, @shyminnie07, @lynnloveshobi, @iggee-rose, @automnepoet, and @tiannamortis for asking to be tagged!!

#astarion ancunin #astarion x reader #astarion x you #astarion ancunin x reader #astarion x mc #baldur's gate 3 x reader #bg3 x reader isekai(?) #aware!astarion #though I guess not so aware-- #lol

[64yrsold]

playing on my mind

“Where did you want this one, darling?” He called from the living room, and I rushed over to him, the floors creaking under me.

“Um,” I hummed, finger to my lip. He carried a heavy, black storage container, large enough to fit all my books and journals. “Maybe…”

He nodded, eyebrows pulled together. He adjusted the box, grunting as he tightened his grip.

“What’s in that box?” I asked, stepping closer to peek at the label.

“Bricks, maybe,” he shrugged weakly, the weight of the box tugging his arms down.

I smiled, “Too heavy for you?”

He narrowed his eyes.

“Oh,” I spotted the label, “Just set it next to the couch, here.”

“Sure,” he inhaled, groaning as he lowered the box.

“Actually,” I interrupted, stopping him just before the box hit the ground, “Should I bring it to the bedroom, you think?”

“Should I?” He huffed, walking past me to get to the bedroom. I followed behind him, watching his fingers whiten as he adjusted his grip. “Where in here?”

“God, not much space left,” I bit my lip.

“Are you doing it on purpose?” He spun around, catching me mid-grin. “You are!”

He dropped the box with an exaggerated thud, grabbing me by the waist instead.

“Doing what?” I smirked, letting him press his forehead to mine. I pulled my head back, frowning, “Ew!”

“What?” He laughed, squeezing my hip.

“You’re all fucking sweaty,” I grimaced, pushing against his chest weakly.

“Oh, am I?” He kissed my cheek, pressing his damp chest into me.

“Stop, stop, it’s gross,” I giggled, letting him push me into the corner of the room.

He pinned me to the wall with his hips, peeling his shirt off his back. He grabbed my wrists, dragging my hands over his soaked chest.

“Gross,” I muttered, and he pressed a sweet kiss to my forehead.

“Yeah?” His tongue swept over his lower lip, smothering a smirk. “Can I have a kiss?”

“Go wash your face first,” I laughed, and he rolled his eyes.

“Come here,” he grinned, hovering his lips just before mine. I could feel the sunlight of his smile.

“Fine,” I sighed, bringing my lips against his. He kissed me carefully, covering every inch of my lips. “You’re salty.”

“And you’re sweet, aren’t you?” He pulled back, proud of himself.

“I haven’t unpacked yet, have I?” I whispered. “Is my name on the lease yet?”

“Don’t tease about that,” he muttered, popping kisses down my jaw.

“Sorry,” I giggled. “Also…”

“What?” he mumbled into my neck.

“I think there’s another box in the car—“

“Oh, fucking Christ,” he laughed, exasperated. He leaned into me limply.

“I’m sorry!” I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tightly.

“You’re never moving out, alright? I won’t survive it.” His cheek pressed into my collarbone.

“Alright,” I agreed, and sighed into his weight on my chest.

//

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[lemonlover1110]

Baby Steps

Satoru Gojo

[Chapter 13] Labels

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Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!Reader

Chapter Warnings: Angst

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Satoru makes a list of everything that is needed at home, making sure to not miss a single item. Missing even the most insignificant item can cause you to burst into tears because out of all other things, that specific item was what you were craving. It always ends up with Satoru going back to the store, of course, a bit annoyed. But there isn’t a single thing he wouldn’t do.

“Is there anything else you need?” Satoru questions, staring at the almost-finished list. You end up shaking your head, and he raises his brow before asking, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” You nod in response as you walk to the fridge to look at what you can feast on. Lately you’ve been having this issue where you’re hungry and all the food in the kitchen is just not appetizing enough for you to eat. It always leads you to say how “there’s nothing to eat” and Satoru can’t help but get annoyed because he knows there’s a lot of food to eat. But he’ll try to accommodate your needs and make something that he knows you’ll like.

“Alright, just call me if you need anything from the store.” Satoru tells you, and you hum in response. Satoru folds the piece of paper and shoves it into his pocket before standing up and grabbing his car keys. “I’ll be back soon, honey.”

Your heart melts at the cute pet names that he’s picked out for you. You haven’t made things official yet, but at this point you doubt it’s necessary. You’re living together and you’re expecting a baby, a label is the last thing you’re worried about.

Even if you were to bring it up, Satoru doesn’t want to put a label on it. It’s the last thing on his mind, and he wouldn’t like the idea of putting a label on it, unlike you. You’re carrying his child, that’s that. It seems like that’s all it’ll be. But he likes calling you honey. He likes kissing you, cuddling with you, sleeping next to you. And it’s not just because you’re carrying his child.

Regardless, he doesn’t want to put a label on it. A label is certainly the last thing he thinks about while searching and picking out the groceries you need. He has to make sure every product is healthy and good for you. He has to make sure it’s the right brand. He has to make sure he gets you the best of the best from the store.

Satoru is so focused on getting groceries that he almost misses someone that walks by. But nothing goes unseen by Satoru. Yet when he turns, there’s no one there. He’s almost a hundred percent sure that an old friend walked by.

He doesn’t put the effort into walking around the store to find them. Instead he focuses on finding the groceries that aren’t crossed out on the list. He still has so much to pick out and he’s impatient to go back home. The store is full, and he can’t stand being around so many people at once.

Satoru picks out what he needs and walks out of the store, hands and arms filled with groceries. He has so much, yet he knows that there’s something missing because you always forget about something that’s crucial to your cravings. He walks to his car, and his heart drops when he makes out the person that leans on his car. The same person he thought of earlier.

Satoru sighs as he walks up to the car, and up to the person he was thinking about earlier. He opens the trunk, ignoring Suguru as he puts everything in the trunk. Suguru clears his throat, trying to catch Satoru’s attention, but Satoru is unbothered. They have nothing to talk about anymore– Although they do, neither of them want to talk about it though.

“Stocking up on diapers?” Suguru asks, making Satoru’s blood run cold. He completely freezes, wondering how the hell Suguru got hold of that information. “There’s a rumor in Jujutsu society, and you know, everything comes back to me. Based on your reaction, it’s true.”

“No, I was just confused. Why the hell would I be stocking up on diapers?” Satoru tries to play off, hiding the bags that contain items for his baby; stuff that he just couldn’t resist buying. He slams the trunk shut and begins to walk to the driver’s side. “I’m supposed to execute you, so be warned. Don’t come around.”

Suguru says your name, and Satoru freezes again. How the hell is Suguru finding out about this? Satoru has done everything in his willpower to make sure that Jujutsu society doesn’t find out about you, but somehow the word is getting out. Obviously Megumi and Tsumiki aren’t to blame. “I saw her. She’s pretty.”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about.” Satoru responds, getting into the car. He rolls down the window and says, “Now, if you’ll take my advice. Next time I won’t be so nice and just let you walk off. You’re a murderer.”

“Like we’re really any different.” Suguru chuckles. “Is she a sorcerer? I doubt she is.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Satoru says before he rolls up the window. Suguru wickedly smiles as Satoru begins to back out of the parking spot. Of course, Suguru knows, but Satoru wonders just how much Suguru knows. 

Satoru is agitated, but he knows as much as to not drive straight home. Instead he drives to Daisuke’s place, scared that Suguru or someone else might follow him home. He has to ensure that you’re safe above anything else.

-

At around eight in the night is when Satoru comes back. You worriedly sit on the couch, wondering why Satoru hasn’t been back yet. When he finally walks into the place, he doesn’t look too ecstatic either. You aren’t too sure on how to initially approach him. 

“Was the place packed?” You question as he puts the majority of the groceries on the kitchen counter. It’s been hours since he left, so of course that’s the only thought you have. All other horrible thoughts disappear since he’s alive and looks fine in front of you. He doesn’t answer though.

It takes a moment for him to finally come up with a response. “I have to go back. They didn’t have any milk, and I couldn’t find any chocolate ice cream.”

The milk that he had bought was spoiled after spending so much time in the trunk, and the ice cream melted. He really isn’t in the mood to go back to the grocery store now of all times. Truthfully, he’s worried.

“It’s fine.” You end up responding which lifts so much weight from his shoulders. He begins to put away the groceries, but you end up patting the space beside you on the couch, telling him, “Come sit with me for a bit.”

“Let me put these away first.” He says, and you pat the space beside you again, this time much harder.

“C’mon. I’ve been alone all day. I can put those away later.” You reply, and he comes to a stop, sighing. He takes off his shades, putting them on the kitchen counter with the groceries before walking over to you. His mind goes a thousand miles per hour, thinking of what to do. Not about sitting next to you, but more about the encounter he faced earlier. 

Someone has clearly been informing Suguru about everything. But he wonders who. Nobody knows about your pregnancy apart from your friends, and they clearly don’t know who Suguru is. At least that’s what he hopes. 

Satoru walks over to you and takes a seat. Usually he lays his head on your lap and you run your fingers through his hair. You two act too much like a couple but he’ll refuse to admit that you are one. Especially now then ever. But tonight he doesn’t do what he usually does, which leads you to question,

“What happened?” You sense something is up. He’s extremely late from the grocery store and he isn’t acting like his usual self. He’d talk a while of what he saw in the grocery store. It usually annoys you while you try to watch something. He ends up shaking his head at the question, making your hand go on top of his. “Is it about the ice cream? I’ll be fine without it.”

He feels his heart flutter. He bites his bottom lip, thinking of what to say or do. Worst comes to worst, he’ll kill Suguru. He won’t hesitate. But still, killing Suguru won’t finish the job. God knows how many people Suguru has told and how many would take action. 

“Is there something wrong, Satoru?” You question, realizing he’s lost in the clouds. You wonder what runs through his mind. He was perfectly fine in the morning.

“I’ve been hiding something from you.” He begins, and your face goes from a worried to a curious expression. You patiently wait for what he has to say, and you expect maybe a lot of things except for what he actually says. Because he made sure to make clear and convince you otherwise, “I’m seeing someone.”

“What?” You blink slowly. Your brain slowly processes what he said. You feel the tears well up in your eyes. “Huh? Are you messing with me?”

“I’m sorry… But I’m seeing Leiko.” He tells you, and you feel your heart shatter into pieces. You turn your face so he doesn’t see the tears that you can’t stop from streaming down your face. “It just sort of… Happened. I’m sorry.”

“Satoru, I thought we were–” You have to stop yourself from talking. Your voice is breaking and you don’t like the idea of letting him know that you’re crying. Lately you’re an emotional mess, he knows more than anyone. “I hope you two are happy.”

You stand up and begin to walk away, not wanting to let him see you cry. His heart burns, knowing that you’re hurting, but he doesn’t say anything. Pushing you away is what’s best right now, while he figures out what to do.

“I guess you’ll be moving out soon. Doubt that Leiko wants her boyfriend to be living with some other woman.” You say, which gives him that great idea. He has to move out. It was the last thing he was thinking about in the morning, but there’s a sudden change of plans.

“You’re right.” He responds. “I’ll be packing my stuff and moving out soon.”

🏷 @witchofoe @cactustattoo @kageyamaslittleroyal20 @mykyoon @sunjayist @fonkymonkeyfriday @lilith412426 @luvs-wrld @witchymermaid12 @fi106 @distractionforyourthoughts @dearsunaa @tamak00 @watyousayin @leiriswhore @q-the-rockaholic @shuxjodie @syynnaaah @kleeboomed @shrekmwa @bakugobiddies @blueeskies17

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #anime #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojou satoru x you #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojo #jujutsu gojo #gojo fanfic #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojo saturo

[psiirockin]

on a bit of a similar note to the last ask: stance on endo-systems (not trying to get you involved in system discourse btw)

Short answer: Endo-systems are not a thing! If it’s not traumagenic, it just isn’t.

Long answer: I have a similar feeling about the endo system community that I have towards proshippers. (That sounds extreme but hear me out.)

They are VERY different, but one thing that I’ve observed from both communities are the adults that know better and know that it’s a harmful thing to preach about, believe in, spread around and misinform on. And the children/teenagers that trust these adults and think people who are against their community just don’t get it, they’re hateful, ignorant ETC.

And, another thing in common when it comes to the younger people in these communities: trauma. May not always be true for the endos, but in the case that— and this HAS happened— these endo kids actually do have trauma that they haven’t remembered yet. It’s harmful that they’re misinterpreting themselves because a bunch of 30 year old larpers told them “You don’t have trauma, you don’t NEED to have trauma or understand why you have a system. You just are.”

Same thing with proshippers. “You’re not indulging with us pedophiles because you were possibly abused as a kid, it’s just fun and fiction after all.”

I mean sometimes it isn’t that, sometimes they aren’t systems at all. They may have other mental shit going on, whether it be feeling the need to force themselves into a mental health community they don’t belong in or other mental things are happening and a trauma-less system is all they can come up with.

I’ve met all of the above. Especially friends that felt like they are 100% a system just because I was which made me uncomfortable. One or two saying they were “jealous” of it?

I can only hope the children and young teens involved learn better when they get older and drop that endo label when they know better. (Hopefully…)

Probably won’t talk much on this again because I don’t want to be super negative on my art accounts. That being said though, I still don’t personally wanna associate or have those people, young or old in my spaces.

#asks #asks open

[strawberryraviegutz]

I really REALLY hate those kinds of stupid “hot take” posts. I think they’re just garbage to purposely farm more discourse to cause infighting, but I’ve been holding this in for so long and I need to get it out of my system so here it goes.

Alastor fans are allowed to dislike Valentino. Valentino was made to be a dislikable Villain while Alastor BY VIV’S OWN WORDS is a chaotic neutral antihero based off of Dexter with a moral code. Of course people are gonna like Alastor more than Valentino. The antihero/vigilante is a very popular beloved trope. I mean just look at Magneto and Venom.

You guys claim to want more nuanced characters but when we try and tell you that Alastor is more nuanced BASED OFF OF EVIDENCE FROM THE CREATOR and little possible context clues in the show we get accused of “babying/woobifying him”(as if Val fans haven’t done that to Val). This isn’t a hit piece against all Val fans/simps btw. I may hate that moth, but you guys should be allowed like him without receiving hate and or death threats.

It’s not “hypocrisy” to dislike Valentino or the Vees and like Alastor for the reasons I said above and the four of them aren’t comparable. Yeah they share some traits but overall the only thing Alastor and the Vees have in common are the mistreatment of the souls they own. Like I said, Val fans shouldn’t be attacked for liking him but the thing is…if you’re gonna preach those words then do the same for Alastor fans/simps because we get attacked too.

(Again it’s not all Val stans but it sure it a lot of them. I’ve all so seen Val haters do it too.) Yall claim not to harass people over fictional characters yet will go under Alastor posts and or discussion threads and be like “Uhm actually him and Valentino are the same🤓☝️”.

“He’s worse than Val” “Why can’t we just have a good villain” “Just accept that Alastor is a villain stop babying him” when we’re just minding our own business. Not to mention people going under fanart of Angel! Alastor and being like “erm actually he’d never go to heaven🤪”.

Along with yall bullying the hell out of Alastor selfshippers/simps and using tumblr sexyman as an insult(which reaks of internalized misogyny btw because majority of Alastor simps are women + women are always the first to be made fun of when it comes to characters that Classify as tumblr sexymen being found attractive by them or any character you personally wouldn’t find attractive.)

And yall going around and keep calling Alastor ugly under posts about people gushing about him and i don’t mean lighthearted jokes either because i make fun of the back of his head sometimes too. And full blown harassment. When an Alastor fan provided evidence of Alastor being a more nuanced character which were clips from Viv’s streams, people in the comments and qrts were being extremely rude and dismissive. It got so bad that op deleted the og tweet.

Don’t go around and claim to be against cringe culture but then make fun of people for finding Alastor attractive. And for goodness sake STOP FUCKING CALLING HIM A SLAVE OWNER. And yes he owns souls but that doesn’t matter.

Alastor is canonically half black and its overall disgusting to slap the label “slave owner” onto him knowing damn well that he grew up in the Jim Crow era of America in the Deep South of Louisiana. His existence as a mixed black person back then was basically considered an abomination. With how terrible it was for black people back then, Alastor probably bore witness to a lot of messed up shit growing up and if that’s the case then it’s no wonder he’s so messed up in the head.

This type of behavior has been going on since the days where we only had the pilot and it’s only gotten worse since the show came out. As soon as I saw that scene with husk and Alastor in hell’s greatest dad I automatically knew what was coming. I’m not saying that Alastor Is a good person nor am I saying that what he did to husk was ok. But to go after/make fun of Alastor fans,purposely denying evidence of his character while in the same breath preach against bullying people over liking certain characters makes YOU the hypocrites. So much for anti-harassment. I’m tired. Bye.

#hazbin hotel #vivziepop #vivzieverse #alastor #hazbin alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #valentino #hazbin hotel valentino #valentino hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #husk hazbin hotel

[ryleigh130]

Could you do something with Gaz being like a protective older brother? (Doesn't have to just be Gaz) Maybe after a mission 141 all go out for drinks and when at a bar someone 'hits on' the reader and is making them uncomfortable so the team step in?

Completely fine if not!!! <333

Have an amazing day/evening/night.

-🚁

Beers & Tears - - ryleigh130

Characters- ghost, cap. price, gaz, and soap

Word Count: 1.7k

Relationships- platonic!gaz & gn! reader, platonic!141 & gn! reader, implied! ghost/soap

Warnings- sexual harassment, alcohol, profanity, pet names, gore (mild), 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself]

Note- first fic in a while let's go! Sorry I’ve been absent for a while. I've been tied up with school but I’m back so let's get this started! As always thank you and I hope you enjoy it!

The evening started off great. You and the other members of the 141 just finished an extremely taxing mission that has left everyone a bit on edge and in need of a break. So, you and the boys decided to have a night out and enjoy a few drinks before the inevitable happens and you get assigned yet another case. 

You now sit across from Gaz and Price watching Soap trying to entice Ghost to go and dance with him. You and Gaz share a knowing look at each other as Soap practically drags Ghost off to the dance floor, all the while Ghost looks like he’d rather be anywhere else then here right now.

“You know, if anyone else other than Soap was trying to get him to dance, he wouldn’t hesitate to put them in an early grave.” Gaz rolls his eyes and gestures to the pair. Price gives him a gentle smack on the back of his head and a stern look, although you can clearly see the affection in his eyes,

“Oh leave ‘em alone you muppet! They deserve to have a good time, especially without you instigating anything” Price scolds while giving Gaz a stern look. You let out a soft chuckle and take a sip from your drink, you’re not a huge drinker but you decided today since you all were celebrating you’d have a few drinks so as not to dampen the mood. You empty the glass and go to stand up,

“Imma grab a refill, be right back” you announce to Price and Gaz, the only indication of them hearing you is Gaz waving his hand and muttering,

“Yeah, uh huh, go ahead [y/n]” before moving back to bicker with Price. Once again you roll your eyes as a gentle smile graces your face and you feel the tension of the last couple of weeks roll off your shoulders, being surrounded by the people you consider family.

You maneuver around the semi-crowded bar, muttering “excuse me’s” and “sorry’s” to anyone who you happened to bump into until you finally arrive at the bar top. You take a seat on one of the stools as you motion to get the bartender’s attention, the bartender nods at you and makes a “one moment” motion, to which you nod and play with the rim of your empty glass whilst waiting. 

Whether it be the alcohol affecting your sense of awareness or just the crowd in general, you jump in surprise when a rough, calloused hand lands on your shoulder that you haven’t seen nor heard coming. You look up and notice a tall, lanky man attached to those hands. The man was around 25-30 years in age, he was tall, thin, had black, slicked back hair, and was dressed in a tailored suit that screamed designer labels and questionable taste. He had an… odor that was hard to describe, but it made you want to puke as it hit your nostrils. Nevertheless, you give the man a polite smile and tilt your head questioningly,

“May I help you, sir?” you practically shuddered as you watched the man’s eyes darken and watch as his mouth opened in a smile that could only be described as predatory.

“Oh I should be the one asking you that” The man purrs, “Wow,” he whistles “Aren’t you a stunning little specimen” you watch out of the corner of your eye as the man shifts closer to you, like a predator trapping its prey. 

Unsure on how to react, you look desperately towards Gaz and Price, but they aren’t looking and you can't catch their eyes. You quickly search the crowd to try and find Soap and Ghost but sigh as you don’t see them anywhere. You turn back towards the man awkwardly and give a shaky, unsure grin, 

“Um… thank you? I- um- sorry but I’m just here to grab a drink before I go back to sit with my friends.” You state firmly. Almost like to prove your point, the bartender walks up to you with a friendly smile,

“Hello, what can I get for you!” you nod towards the bartender and push your empty cup towards him,

“Yes, can I get three fingers of rye?” you ask, watching the man next to you out of the corner of your eye. The bartender nods and heads off to grab your drink, meanwhile the man next to you butts in once again,

“I’m Vincent Rossi by the way, but you can call me Vince” The man, Vince, winks at you,

“What’s your name sweetheart?” you cringe at the name but before you can tell the guy to piss off the bartender comes back with your drink and sets it down. You nod thanks and reach into your wallet to pay the man, before you can though, Vince slaps down a few dollars and nods towards you,

“No need love, I’ve got it for you.” you quickly shake your head no,

“I’ve got it. Thanks” you give him an annoyed look but he just shakes his head again and insists. You finally just relent and thank Vince before turning around to go back to your table to meet up with the boys and get away from Vince. Before you can take a step away, Vince grabs your arm roughly and pulls you back,

“Woah there! Where do you think you’re going? I don’t even know your name, beautiful!” You yank your arm out of his grasp and snarl,

“Listen man, I’ve said thank you already but I’m not interested. Sorry dude.” You try to back up again but once again, Vince pulls you back, this time harder. He spits in your ear harshly,

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think you realize how this works. I buy you and drink and you… help me out. If you know what I’m saying.” You push away from him harshly and slap the man across his face sending him tumbling into the bar top, not expecting the hit.

“Oh you FUCKING BITCH!” the man seethes as he rights himself and wipes away the blood running down his face with the back of his hand. A crowd gathers around you two as you back away in slight fear as Vince steps towards you with dangerous intent. Suddenly Vince charges forwards in an attempt to hit you, before you can raise your hands to defend yourself, a large figure steps in front of you and blocks the man. You look up and see Gaz absolutely SEETHING with anger. He’s holding Vince’s wrists and breathing heavily as he looks at him struggling against his grip. 

“Gaz!” you yell out in relief. Gaz turns his gaze to you and you watch as his eyes soften slightly,

“[y/n], are you ok?” he asks worriedly, before you can respond Vince spits in disgust,

“[y/n]. So that’s the whore’s name. Should’ve known they’ve already have a fuck toy they can play with.” That sets Gaz off. Vince can call him whatever he wants but when it comes to you, or your reputation, he doesn’t play. Gaz kicks the man in the gut and sends him sprawling across the bar’s dirty, wooden floors. When he’s down, Gaz jumps him, he kicks Vince in any spot he can hit all while cursing him out,

“If I EVER catch you talking about MY kid like that again, I’ll kill you! Is that understood!” Gaz yells while stomping Vince’s knee causing a loud POP to echo through the stunned bar. Before Vince could answer, you feel two pairs of gentle hands on your back, leading you outside of the bar. You look up at Soap and Ghost as they guide you through the crowd and outside where a large armored vehicle is waiting. Before the three of you get in, a pissed Gaz and an equally pissed Price come barreling out of the bar doors, Gaz still struggling and spitting out curses as Price shoves him through the doors.

“What the FUCK Price! I wasn’t finished with the bastard!” Gaz snarls, practically foaming out the mouth. Price snaps at Gaz angrily,

“That is ENOUGH soldier! Stand down! I said, STAND DOWN! THAT IS AN ORDER!” Finally, Gaz snaps out of it and starts to calm down slightly, he notices you, Soap, and Ghost staring and rushes forward. He stops and kneels in front of you, grabbing your hands and inspecting you for injuries. When satisfied you aren’t harmed he sighs in relief and wraps his arms around you,

“Oh thank god, are you ok kid?” he asks softly as you wrap your arms around him and drop your head on his shoulder. You nod and sigh softly,

“Thank you” You whisper as his arms tighten around you.

“Of course kiddo, I’d do anything to protect you. Anything.” You smile warmly and let out a little sniffle. Suddenly an awkward cough comes from behind you, you look to see Soap, Price, and Ghost standing near the car doors awkwardly. You roll your eyes and walk forward giving them each a tight hug,

“Yeah, yeah, thank you all too” you chuckle. Your smile widens as Ghost ruffles your hair and Price gives you an affectionate look,

“Let’s go home, yeah?” Soap suggests, you nod and file into the truck one by one. As you look out the window and watch the traffic roll by, you smile as you think about how lucky you are to have been blessed with such amazing friends. No. Family. 

#cod mw2 #fanfic #john price #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #found family #no means no

[neptunedivine]

astro observations pt. iii

✧ pluto in aquarius, pisces in saturn, and the reprise of the independent artist (predictions) ✧

hi! I hope you’ve been doing well. I’ve been thinking a lot about Saturn lately and I wanted to talk about some observations and make some predictions with Saturn in Pisces transit.

✧ For context, Saturn rules over the signs Capricorn and Aquarius in traditional astrology (in modern astrology Aquarius is also ruled by Uranus). The planet carries out themes of structure, laws, restriction, discipline, responsibility, obligation, and ambition.

✧ Those with Saturn energy more prominent in their chart (for example as a cap/aqua rising or midheaven, in one’s personal planets, a heavily aspected Saturn, etc.) usually feel this weight of responsibility from Saturn often in the form of some karma (wishing you guys love). But usually, the people that do these placements dirty get a much mightier punch from karma than the placements.

✧ Everyone, however, will feel the effects of Saturn in their life most notably during the Saturn return when transiting Saturn returns to its original place in one’s natal chart every 28-32 years. If one puts in the work towards their Saturn placement, they will be rewarded. If not, one will be disciplined (so I’ve seen and heard — I haven’t had mine yet. For an amazing in-depth explanation, check out this post).

Okay, now that the foundation’s been laid, let’s dive in:

✧ Saturn has recently moved into Pisces. Since Pisces is ruled by Neptune and Neptune is associated with the entertainment industry (in terms of illusions and camera and music), I think the recording industry is in for some MAJOR karma. When Pluto was in Capricorn (which it will return to until it goes direct again back in Aquarius) the business side of the industry really choked out the music side. The focus of music as an art and a medium was thrown out for a machine of constantly churning out singles from artists and working them to death. Very money hungry too. However, when Pluto finally settles in Aquarius for good, I think things will shift in the artists’ favor.

✧ I think a lot of the corruption of the music industry will be aired out to the public, with maybe some changes in how the business side runs. The judicial system might get involved too. It has been for a little while now, with more bills in action for songwriters to be paid fairly and more as they are one of, if not the most underpaid people in the industry.

✧ In a way, justice is already coming in with the writer’s strike currently happening too. Aquarius rules change and rebellion, and Pisces can be seen in association with Hollywood. ✧ I also think the route of going independent will be the new normal for a lot of people. But lately, so many label artists have been dropping their labels to go independent to have more creative control over their music and what they put out. Honestly, to release more often too.

✧ For many artists, there are two options: signing to a label or going independent. Having the label’s backing used to be very beneficial, they could get you in rooms with artists, offer you a great push in promotion for your music, act as an in during award season — basically fund your entire career and set you up for success. But today, that isn’t the case. The labels these days are putting all the work on the artists to promote themselves, holding their music hostage if their views aren’t good enough. They offer little to no artist development and are fully dependent on the artist already having a great following before signing them. They’re signing influencers and not artists. Not to mention they take a majority of your earnings from your music as a way to pay them back, they see their artists as a loan, property. ✧ Now the alternative to this is going independent. Here an artist has no label so they’re in complete creative control of their music, and they don’t owe a big corporation money for freedom essentially. However, they don’t have the perks and ins as a signed artist, so it’s much harder to get into the right rooms, get promotions, etc.

✧ With Pluto in Aquarius and Saturn in Pisces, there’s a strong sense of rebellion, change, and individuality. People are getting sick and tired of the same kinds of artists these labels are putting out, it’s not good enough anymore. People are missing good music, music that makes you truly feel something. GOOD LYRICS GOOD GOD (I’m gonna try not to rant on that but when I tell you I’m so passionate about this it’s insane). Also, there are a lot of artists doing incredibly well making great music from the heart that makes people feel, on their own with no label backing.

✧ d4vd originally went viral for his song Romantic Homicide, but he made it in Bandlab singing his vocals into a pair of wired Apple earbuds. The quality wasn’t top tier, but it made people feel something; it felt raw, authentic, an “individual” experience millions could relate to. Now it’s his most streamed song sitting at 600+ million streams.

✧ I think Saturn will reward those who make true music from their soul, that makes them feel handsomely.

✧ I also think there will be a stronger emphasis on community and connections. I think artists will lean into make music with people they like and trust like friends instead of strangers hired by a label, because that’s what they’re more comfortable with.

✧ Also with the sense of community (Pluto in Aquarius), the same could be said for playlisting and music sources and going to new places to find new music instead of traditional radio — which i feel like is already happening. I personally don’t listen to the radio anymore (mind you I don’t have a car) but I don’t even listen to the Spotify editorial playlists either. I get 99 percent of my music recommendations from my TikTok algorithm.

✧ I don’t think the AI shit is going to take off. People freaked out about NFTs and virtual reality and no one says zip about those things now. I don’t think there will be a dip in these technologies but I don’t think they will wreck enough havoc to effect artists and other creatives. The entertainment industry at its core relies on people taking the human experience and making art from it. How can one do that if they are not human? Especially right now when I think Aquarius brings out a strong sense of authenticity and truth that will only be amplified when Saturn goes into Aries.

✧ There might be an increase of older artists in the music industry (25+ years old debuting). Saturn rewards those who put in the hard work and if an artist has been doing so for about 30 years towards being an artist, their reward may be being in the limelight.

✧ Someone else mentioned this in their post here and I wanted to bring it up because I found it so interesting. They mentioned that with Pluto in Aquarius the effects of Leo will also be amplified by Pluto bringing back the need for stars again — I agree with them so much. From my perspective, from now on I feel like being popular and looking pretty won’t be enough, you need to bring something to table. A little two-step or a tune? Please I’m starving. The Aquarian energy just screams for authenticity (I’m saying that word a lot yes I know) but I feel like this in tandem with Pisces’ need for a stronger connection and nothing surface level will really push out an urge for talent.

Alright that's all for right now. I’ll post more general

Saturn observations tomorrow.

see ya soon!

#pisces #pisces placements #pisces saturn #pisces saturn transit #saturn placements #saturn transit #aqaurius #astro observations #astrology #astrology observations #astrology opinions #astro notes #astroblr #astrology notes

[strawberrystepmom]

happy birthday to the man of all time <3 it's a little early but i can't help myself. not when it comes to him.

f!reader, reader works as a writer and is documenting kakashi's reign as hokage. part of the fine shrine au which is self ship coded. mutual pining, alcohol consumption, flirtation. reader is stated to have a complexion that visibly reddens and long hair. wc 1.8k.

divider by @/cafekitsune

With the festivities of the day over, you flash a smile in Kakashi’s direction as he slumps down in the previously empty chair tucked beneath his desk. He dips his head in your direction and you walk to where you’ve been keeping your bag and belongings while you are working with him, producing an elegantly wrapped bottle of something from your bag. Heading back to his side, his eyes widen as you set it down in front of him and lean against the edge of the desk.

“Happy birthday, Lord Sixth.”

He smiles, a little hum leaving him as he reaches for the bottle and his eyes scan the label for any clarity about what’s inside. The formality bothers him but he’s willing to let it slide as he admires the way that your hip rests against the wooden surface next to it. The little lamp next to his desk illuminates you as you reach across the desk and grab the bottle back, twisting it by the neck between your hands and his fists ball on their own.

“I bought this while I was traveling. The person making it told me it’s a wine for special occasions and I haven’t had any to celebrate yet,” you smile and place the bottle back in front of him. “Figured this was the perfect time to break it out.”

Another smile, you can tell by the way his eyes shut. 

“Are you sure you wanna waste it on me?”

“Of course, I wouldn’t have given it to you otherwise.” You shake your head, humility pouring from him even on his own special day, and watch as he rises and takes a few steps to where he keeps his sake cups. They aren’t wine glasses but they’ll do, he reasons as he holds them up. 

“Would you like to try it?”

With me, he thinks but keeps to himself, the connotation of sharing a special moment with you is more than enough to satiate him and words may only further complicate things. 

The little glow from the lamp next to you as you look over your shoulder at him doesn’t hide your surprised expression. It makes sense he’d ask, you are conveniently right next to him, but you wonder if there is someone more special he would rather be sharing this moment with. As he approaches your side and passes the cup to you, the spiraling thoughts end and you offer a smile.

“If you don’t mind sharing.”

Kakashi hums and sits back in his chair, unwrapping the ribbon from around the neck of the bottle to reveal the cork keeping it closed. Popping it out with his bare hands which earns him a little “oooh” from you, he beams.

“There isn’t much I wouldn’t share with you. We’re very good friends at this point.” 

You snort at his words and hold your cup beneath the mouth of the bottle. Ruby liquid nearly splashes over the sides but you tip the cup in your direction just enough to stop it. 

“Yeah, that’s why your entire life story so far is just shit I’ve already heard from the shinobi.”

He doesn’t argue and instead busies himself pouring into his ceramic cup. Despite your better judgment, you lose yourself in the mundanity of the moment. There’s something so effortlessly charming about him and even more so when he’s pouring a gift that you gave him so carefully it may as well be molten gold in the bottle. A little flutter between your ribs begins and you clear your throat to will it away.

He looks up at you and holds the cup out in your direction and you know immediately what he’s asking for, tapping the lip of your cup against his. You sip and the liquid burns more than you expected, making you purse your lips as soon as the taste fills your mouth.

“A little strong,” you mutter while pulling the cup away from your lips and you look at Kakashi who waits with the cup between his fingers. “Oh, I’m sorry!” You turn your face away from him, giving him the privacy he needs to remove his mask to try the wine himself. In a rare example of doing before thinking, something he finds it is too easy to do when you’re around, he places his hand on your shoulder and you turn around to look at him. His mask is still on.

“You don’t have to look away. I trust you.”

The words make your back stiffen and you nod, still gazing over your shoulder. He knows this is not something that he can take back, showing you more than you’ve ever seen of him, but a part of him wishes he could show you even more. What’s beneath his mask, what’s under his unrestrictive clothing. There is nothing he’d hide from you if you’d only ask to see it which certainly could lead to trouble. 

As if he isn’t already six feet deep and sinking deeper every day. 

Hooking his finger in the fabric of the mask, he pulls it down and you lean into your shoulder to hide your smile as his face comes into view. Maybe it’s the warmth of the wine making your limbs heavy and your stomach turn in uncertainty, maybe it’s the way his pretty white lashes flutter against his cheek as he sighs in relief. You make note of the elegant slope of his nose and the beauty mark beneath his lip.

You have been rendered speechless by Kakashi and he knows it, glad to return the favor at least once. 

“Back to business,” he says and you nod to respond despite words being impossible to find. He lifts the cup to his lips and you watch his throat move as he gulps, the bob of his Adam’s apple sending a heat to your face that forces you to bury your face against your shoulder even further. 

It feels so intimate, a sight meant just for you and for anyone else besides you at the same time. It makes your feelings for him even more difficult to straighten out. You’ve become perhaps too fond of the man and not simply in a way that is full of respect for all he has done and has plans to do.

“Where did you get this?”

You’ve never been more grateful for a distraction and you smile down at him, arms folded over your chest to keep your heart from beating out of it.

“Hidden Cloud. I stayed there for around eight months and it was an experience to say the least,” he laughs, knowing exactly what you mean having been there several times himself. “I did meet one of my best friends while there though and she’s the one who showed me where to find this.”

Your time abroad is something you’ll never look back at with anything but fondness, grateful for the opportunity to not only meet new people but to bring some of them back with you, that same friend now living in your hometown and making a life of her own among its people. 

“I’ll bet you make friends everywhere you go,” he starts before taking another sip and humming his enjoyment as it burns all the way down. Different from sake, a bit more heady than anything he has ever had before, his head swims and he rests his chin in his palm looking up at you.  It would be so easy for him to reach out and touch you from where you sit. To run his fingers along the soft ends of your hair, to cup your face gently and ask you what you really think of him. 

You snort at his words and shake your head, the alcohol making your lips perhaps a little too loose as well.

“Wrong. I think most people enjoy it when I leave more than when I arrive.”

His brows furrow at your words and he wonders why you’d think that of yourself. Everyone around you only has the most glowing things to say, himself included. He sings your praises perhaps too loudly given the way that the rumor that the two of you are seeing one another has made its way through every part of Konoha.

You clear your throat after taking another sip and take a deep breath, your cheeks reddening further as you notice the way he’s looking up at you through his lashes. His eyes are a little unfocused and glossy, gray trained on you and unblinking. It amuses you to see this larger than life man so affected by this simple wine and you shake your head.

“Enough about me, though.��� You change the subject expertly and he understands, an edge both of you are constantly teetering on something too terrifying to look over with these loose tongues. 

“What has been the best part of your day today?”

He smiles at your genuine curiosity, always so interested in him beyond just what you’re trying to get out of him for your documentation, and he sighs and leans back in his chair.

“This, honestly.”

Giggling, you shake your head again but he leans forward and looks up at you in a way that you can barely describe. It’s heavy, full of something you see as promising but you’re usually too afraid to reach out and grasp. His eyes glimmer when they look at you despite their tired state, it’s a constant you noticed months ago, and tonight you boldly slide your hand across his desk to let your fingertips graze his.

It’s the most subtle touch but he doesn’t run from it, instead flipping his palm up and capturing your hand in his own and squeezing it in a way that borders on friendly and something else. Swallowing, you feel your eyes dampen upon realizing your hand has found the home where it belongs the most but you choke those feelings down and save them for later, instead meeting his eyes with a half smile. 

You can blame the glassy eyes on the alcohol, after all.

“I mean it. Thank you for the wine and thank you for the company.”

Squeezing his hand back, you finally break eye contact and tuck your face back into your shoulder to hide your grin.

“It’s the least I can do, Kakashi.”

He laughs mid sip and sits up, letting go of your hand gently and swallowing hard.

“Did you just call me Kakashi and not Lord Sixth?”

You laugh and shrug. You cannot take this back and you know it, inviting his name into your mouth is something you can’t revoke even if you pretend this never happened tomorrow morning. So you allow yourself the simple luxury of letting it hang between the two of you, his smile a picture you’ll remember forever.

“A little gift from me to you.”

And what a gift it is, he thinks as his heartbeat quickens beneath his vest and he brings the cup back up to his lips to sip.

#kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake x reader #kendall writes #fine shrine

[anatthema-art]

Tumblr Men Taxonomy

Ever since the rise of the Spamton fanbase i’ve been seeing a lot of debate on if spamton should be considered a Tumblr Sexyman or not and i think everyone saying he’s NOT is correct, but i’ve been talking with some friends and have realized a pattern in what i’d like to lovingly call a new “branch” of tumblr men/people because it’s an exceedingly common character archetype i feel us as a userbase need to acknowledge and treat separate from your oncelers and the like.

These guys? they’re all classic Tumblr Sexymen right? well, by consulting the primary sources  talking with my friends who were on the website and in the fandoms during the golden age of tumblr men, i’ve realized a massive part of sexyman culture people FORGET is that their appeal doesn’t just come from them being lanky bastard twinks. (we’ll get to sans later)

Their main appeal from a fandom perception is their actual or perceived HUMANITY. That sounds a little weird considering half these characters arent even human, but hear me out. Characters like the onceler and komaeda from dangan ronpa are just... dudes? Like they’re fucked up dudes, but they’re just GUYS. Sans too, even though not a human person, is still a very ORDINARY guy underneath the fandom-imposed angst. the appeal of these characters came from people seeing a spark of relatability and normalcy underneath all their Issues(tm) and fanwork, while portrayed as the “I can fix him” mentality came from a genuine place of exploration into what these people could BE

characters who AREN’T human, like bill cipher, wheatley, and dare I say the goddamn clock from DHMIS were QUITE LITERALLY humanized to explore a potential reality where they COULD be more of... PEOPLE despite their human nature. If they had become popular in THIS day and age, dare i say they fall into our SECOND category more (and as these interpretations of them are fanon i dare say they DO double class considering the disconnect between these common fan headcanons and fans which prefer the source material versions)

and then you get to characters like alastor or jack frost, who were once entirely human, then becoming inhuman entities, and that small bit of something left in there provides intrigue to explore them as people beyond their fun personality exteriors. 

Now, here’s where I’d like to propose the divide. Some of these characters gained less fan notoriety than others (especially because toby fox seems to be the main supplier of these guys) but they have often been labelled TSMs when I see a pretty distinct through line between them, with a little bit of wiggle room

The name i’ve been lovingly calling these guys is Disney Channel Eldritch Horrors. I am very open to new propositions however as the name implies that they are both from the Disney Channel and eldritch horrors which isn’t always correct. I haven’t found a similar name that conveys the same VIBES yet, so if anyone has any ideas for a better name i’d love to hear it. basically, the gist of this trope is that we have some weird little guys who are probably inhuman nightmares who’s appeal comes from sheer force of personality. this is where you get your weird little clown men and goofy loveable abominations. (i feel like some homestuck characters might fit this bill but i know absolutely nothing about any of them)

some of them MAY have some sort of tragedy involved in their backstory (spamton, flowey) but the main appeal of liking the character i’d argue comes more from the sheer strength of their characterization, rather than that stuff. Spamton is the closest to breeching this, but i feel for spamton fans i see way more posts about how people wanna throw him in a microwave than discussing the deep ramifications of his backtory (plus, he wasn’t ever a human person either.) Flowey on the other hand, the fandom has split asriel and him SO far as to be entirely separate characters despite the divide being less of a thing in canon, and people who are fans of just flowey tend to focus less on his backstory. 

now you’ll see i’ve also included discord in here, which is to demonstrate that i don’t think the body type for these guys has to exclusively be “some little shaped dude”, because discord tows that line, but his appeal still stays in that sheer force of personality, and he’s also very much NOT a human being. as mentioned earlier, the canon versions of wheatley and that stupid clock also probably fit this bill more. Bill Cipher is where i see this divide the strongest, between the canon character and fan reactions and he’s such a popular character that his fanbase CAN be split between these two camps i think. 

disney channel eldritch horrors i think, can be classified more on creator intent with their existence rather than fan reaction like a classic TSM. some of these characters gained more popularity than others but there’s a very specific crowd who forms to liking these characters over the TSM variety.

now, one last proposal in taxonomy, is that the twink body type vs lil shaped guy is an indicator of which category a character may fall into but it is not the primary factor and can be overridden by personality 

sans is a weird lil guy in classic toby fox fashion, but i think his status as a Tumblr Sexyman should not be questioned since his fandom was the closest thing to the replication OF the onceler fandom and his appeal was very steeped in his more darker aspects of the character. fizzarolli on the other hand, is very much a lanky beanpole dude, but he also is a stupid chaotic jester man who’s sheer VIBES overpower his body type and his popularity is for that personality. this is a rare phenomenon, but i realized it to be the case through some friends’ OCs, as calling some characters “tumblr sexymen” felt incorrect the deeper i thought about it

so uh... thank you for coming to my ted talk? i have a weird fascination with fan culture around these two specific camps of characters and i felt that i wasn’t able to express why i loved my weird jester men so much until now, as i felt my attachment to them felt a little conflated with a different TYPE of fan culture, and so i spewed my word vomit into something somewhat coherent. 

#tumblr sexymen #tumblr men #sexyman #the onceler #sans #spamton #bill cipher #alastor #deltarune #undertale #disney channel eldritch horrors #this is the stupidest thing ive ever made

[watermelinoe]

To this day, I have yet to find more compelling peaking material than Rachel Dolezal. I can’t believe radfems haven’t made a habit of bringing her up in every single anti-trans argument, regardless of topic. But every time she’s brought up, TRAs obscure the argument by splitting hairs about race and culture and ancestry and gender and biology and spectrums, until all their allies simply go silent in confusion and fear, not feeling convinced but too scared to ask for clarity. All arguments they come up with in response choose to focus on why race and gender are different, or why Dolezal is just lying for the attention, but that distinction is completely unnecessary and misses the point as to why people rejected Dolezal in the first place. Black people didn’t reject Dolezal because they thought gender or sex was inherently more fluid than race or ethnicity, or because they thought Dolezal was lying about what she believed herself to be. They rejected her solely because of the harm and insult it would cause black people for a member of the oppressor class to be permitted to disguise themselves as a member of the oppressed. It would obscure your ability to talk about racism where it happens, it would take away opportunities for actual black people, and it would reduce black people to a racist caricature that anyone can vibe with, rather than human beings with a vast range of opinions, interests, and features.

They don’t continue to reject Dolezal because of some purely biological, scientific reason; they reject her because of the potential for harm it would create, reasons which are deeply emotional. Because that’s really the deciding factor on why we tell people they’re not allowed to do something: because it will bring harm to others or themselves. So don’t ask them: “How are race and gender different?” That only gives TRAs the opportunity to get everyone lost in the weeds. Instead, keep an unwavering focus on this single question: “Who would it harm if we recognized Dolezal as black, and how would that harm manifest?” There is literally no answer that TRAs can give to that question that doesn’t also apply to recognizing men as women. Either Dolezal is just as valid as trans people are, or they’re both invalid. Either way, TRAs have to take the L on something, or else just keep spitting death threats and burying their heads in the sand, insisting that white people are an oppressor class but men aren’t. But the point of focusing on Dolezal isn’t to peak the zealots, it’s to peak the normies listening in who’ve probably never been confronted with such a massive cognitive dissonance before. The point is to make the fence-sitters start feeling uncomfortable about not being able to defend their own beliefs, which will compel the braver ones to start asking even more questions that TRAs damningly can’t answer. Eventually, trans allies will get tired of getting rage and accusations of bigotry instead of actual answers, and maybe then they’ll finally realize they’re better off leaving and seeking out their own answers.

everything you've written is spot on, but i've seen this debate happen several times and inevitably the answer is just, "you're racist for even making this comparison." or, when terry crews (a Black man) made this comparison, "you're transphobic for even making this comparison." most liberals are so scared of being labeled as either that they will simply back down rather than demand a reason why it's supposedly racist/transphobic, and that's what transactivists are really counting on. that's kind of their entire game plan. they need to make it so everyone is so terrified of being labeled transphobic that they don't dare ask any questions let alone criticize the ideology.

#answered

[felinefractious]

Hi! I work at a cattery and this morning I met a very strange fellow. Silver tabby DLH, but with a sharp and tightly curled tail, high spine arch, and seemingly high-set hips. I gave his food in a regular bowl but he seemed uncomfortable on his back legs when he tried to eat, also very tender along the back and especially at the base of his tail. I've met other cats with curled tails before but his was very extreme and I suspect was the reason his spine and hips were so whacked. I don't know if he could even move it honestly.

But basically I wanted to ask if you knew anything about curled-tail cats, if there's anything notable going on genetically, and health risks associated with having curled tails? I don't believe there's yet a curl-tailed breed but have you come across enough individuals with this trait to recognize potential problems with it?

In other news we also got a completely tail-less mum and her 4 similarly tail-less kittens that someone apparently found while out camping?? Dunno what the odds of that are but sure

The Rare and Exotic Feline Registry recognizes a breed called “Curly Tail Cat,” although I haven’t been able to find any information on what this actually entails. Since it does provide an EMS code, though, that’s how I’ve been labeling the curlytail cats I share here.

A “ringtail” is desireable in the developing Topaz breed, which is what most (all?) of the ones in my tag.

There’s also the emergent American Ringtail breed but I’m not sure how that differs from the Curly Tail Cat or even it even does. It could be the same breed under different names.

I’ve met a few cats that potentially have the “flat to back” phenotype, I don’t remember them having any issues related to that… I thought I had pictures but I can’t seem to find it. Oh well.

It seems like the gene is recessive, as two straight-tailed can produce ringtail offspring and have litters with both normal and curved tailed offspring.

Many of the documented curlytail cats aren’t reported to have related health issues… but that doesn’t necessarily mean that there aren’t any present. One example on the linked page (“Spookie”) had an acquired curlytail due to neurological damage.

Ultimately, despite that fact that curlytail cats have been documented for many years they’re uncommon and poorly studied enough that we can’t really say for sure whether it’s related to adverse effects or not… but I’d be cautious of trying to perpetuate a trait that involves atypicsl development of the spine.

As for the cat you saw my first thoughts are:

1. Is the cat highly inbred? We recently saw a cat who we suspect was highly inbred, he was the sole survivor of his litter and had a mild case of pectus excavatum. Inbreeding can cause structural abnormalities.

2. Did the cat sustain an injury to the area? If the cat had, for example, been struck by a car at some point but survived well enough for the damage to heal it’s entirely possible that he’d have lingering effects.

If he hasn’t already been seen by a veterinarian he definitely should be.

With regards to the tailless kittens… natural bobtail genes are pretty well distributed throughout stray and feral populations. They’re not common but I also wouldn’t say they’re rare. The tailless phenotype is associated with rear end lameness and incontinence so keep an eye on them as they develop.

#anonymous #asks

[bookscandlesnbts]

Why do these people NEED Jungkook to be a fuckboy so bad? It's so WEIRD. The "kpop idols can have whoever they want" is only used when talking about Jungkook, and it's not from today that people have this unhealthy, weird obsession with him being straight and wishing that he fucks every girl that he breathes next to, probably fucking y/n's, weirdos. I mean, the other day I saw a tweet that literally said Jungkook couldn't stand next to a woman, with the innuendo that he couldn't stand next to them without flirting or wanting to fuck. What the fuck is wrong with these people? Why can't they just leave him alone? Yes, sure, he grew up, he matured, but that doesn't change the fact that he IS a romantic, and that doesn't change just because the person has money and fame... Not everyone wants random hookups, regardless of fame and money, that's not what life is all about! And smoking and drinking have no correlation with sex or a "fuckboy lifestyle", it's just how some people like to relieve themselves from stress, or they just want to have a good time. God forbid!

Hi anon. I agree with you. I wish I knew why they need it so bad or maybe I don’t. I can’t comprehend people’s obsession with Jungkook as some hetero fuckboy. I definitely think they are a bunch of y/n weirdos that need to project that onto him so they feel like they could have a “chance” 🤢 if they ever met him. I really don’t think my asexuality is to blame for why this kind of behavior grosses me out so much, but maybe it is.

Acting like Jungkook can’t sit next to women is laughable. I mean, I have yet to see him have any sexual chemistry with a woman 🤣 they are really grasping at straws with that one.

Jungkook is a romantic. But it just goes to show that these people aren’t actually fans of his. They just probably watch thirst trap TikToks of him so they can have whatever mental image of him that they want. Because if they actually watched content and saw how he truly is, they would have a hard time keeping up their fantasy.

Smoking is huge in Korea. It’s an appetite suppressant, and skinny is extremely glorified there, so smoking equals less food (don’t even get me started). And their work culture is super toxic capitalism that glorifies working super long hours, so smoking allows for breaks and is a means to cope with stress. Alcohol consumption is huge there too not just celebs everyone. So yeah, there is no correlation. Plus, our little introvert likes to drink at home. I’m sure he goes out sometimes, but Jungkook seems to be a homebody like me. But sure, he’s meeting all these women at clubs and bars and hooking up way them in the name of “fuckboy lifestyle”. I’ll say it again, that I think his musical direction lately caused an uptick in these people. They are discovering him for the first time, seeing him hip thrusting on stage, singing hetero songs, and declaring that as who he is off stage too. Thus, fueling the y/ns that already existed in the fandom allowing them to be louder and even more annoying. I hate it, truly. Jungkook is really good about shutting people down, but there are always those that refuse to listen. Like those in my ask box saying that he never shut down rumors. 🙄 I haven’t seen another idol receive the same labeling as JK. As someone who is a true fan of his as a human being not just for his talent, it’s disheartening. I keep trying to see MS as a positive thing (probably so I can cope) if anything good can come out of it, can it please be that these weird people find something else to do and forget about the tannies come 2025? Thanks.

#jungkook #asks #3d jungkook #jeon jungkook #anon asks #nice anons

[waklman]

Double Take

Chapter two: Rumor has it

synopsis: the hard-deck believes their prized solo artist needs to boost her social presence before a long awaited album release, with the help of a manager (babysitter). yet, you manage to ditch or chase away every artist manager that gets assigned to help you. as a last resort, the label contacts the only manager who was able to tie you down, the now retired Pete Maverick Mitchell, asking for a referral. lucky for you, the one person that comes to his mind is Bradley Bradshaw—who’s in need of a new job.

warnings: no use of y/n, mature themes 18+, explicit language, mentions of drinking/smoking. reader is 21 and bradley is 23.

word count: 3.2k.

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“What are you still doing here?”

You don’t mean for it to come off so harsh, but it does. “I know you’re lying about not being tired, Bradshaw,” you sigh, unsure of how you can usher him out of your apartment. “..it’s three in the morning.” 

By the other end of the couch, Bradley is wrapped up in one of your knitted blankets, fighting a losing battle. “Oh is it? I couldn't tell.” His speech is slurred and gruff, suggesting that he’s been up for longer than he should. 

This conversation has already repeated itself multiple times throughout the night. Bradley had been especially unrelenting today—not willing to admit to his clear exhaustion. He's been in your apartment ever since he 'overheard' you wake up this morning, the sound of your bed creaking apparently bled through the thin wall that binds your bedrooms.

And while you were in the middle of brushing your teeth, Bradley was already clawing at your front door, asking you to let him in. It was nearing 6 in the morning when you opened the door for him today. 

With pursed lips, you close the notepad you’ve been jotting ideas on, letting it gently drop into your lap. You considered yourself a great multitasker, but dealing with Bradley while drafting album concepts was no easy feat. He requires all your attention. 

Seeing that you’re now solely focused on him, Bradley slowly reaches for one of your throw pillows that lay by his feet, pretending to closely observe it while he slips out a not so discreet yawn. 

“Just because you're hiding behind a pillow, doesn't mean I can’t hear you yawning.” 

Bradley sighs defeatedly, not able comprehend how you’re not on the brink of sleep. The warm fairy lights sprinkled across your living room and the plush cushions swallowing his body were enough to send him into a sleep induced coma for the next ten years, yet you’re wide awake, trying to busy yourself with work as if you haven’t been doing it all day already. 

He’s sure it’s the relentless dating rumors he sparked—that keeps you up. Gossip about the alleged photo had spread like wildfire in the last few days, even with Andi and Graham’s feeble attempts at damage control. And Bradley knows that if the Hard-deck hadn’t wired “keep this under wraps” money to publishers, there would’ve been a swarm of baited articles posted about you two by now. 

Since then, he’s suspected you have been barely sleeping. Bradley’s even unsure of what time you go to bed—or if you do at all, because he’s been falling asleep to the sound of you shuffling around your apartment late at night. Not to mention, he hadn’t seen you attempt to rest once during the countless hours he spent around you either, which also means he hasn’t gotten much shut eye lately. 

“Why aren’t you tired?” he asks, using his forearms to push himself to sit up straight. 

You shrug. “I’m just not tired.” but your answer doesn’t suffice him. 

This was another thing Bradley managed to clock too–your loose-end responses. It usually didn’t take him much effort to get under your skin—Bradley remembers learning this through the one time he thoughtlessly drummed his fingers on your head, forcing Maverick to witness an squabble ensue from the simple exchange–with you blowing a fuse while Bradley’s grin just stretched wider at your displeasure. 

But now, your reactions to his provocations have diminished to either an uninterested face or zero acknowledgement. You must be angry with him for accidentally posting the photo–there’s no other explanation.  

Bradley pauses, roughly rubbing his lids to keep himself awake. You grimace at the way he has no regard for the sensitive skin around his eyes. “Can you just…let yourself be angry? I know you’re a polite little thing, Mouse, but you’re allowed to bitch me out. I know I fucked up, I can admit it.” he shrugs. 

“What?” You take a moment to grasp his sudden concern. “Why would I ‘bitch you out’, if I’m not upset with you?” his lingo sounds weird coming from your mouth, but you ignore it. 

Bradley’s more confused than he was before. He expected you to take the chance to lash out on him. Bradley knows he’s not the easiest person to be around–earning him endless complaints about being too exuberant or too clingy. But to his surprise, you don’t make a peep. 

“Why aren’t you sleeping then?” he asks, still not believing you. 

You suck in a breath, looking at him in the eyes to exhibit honesty, hoping it’ll subdue him. “Bradshaw, I have insomnia.”

He juts his chin at you. “How about you ignoring me?” The question catches you by surprise. 

“I’m just–a bit distracted, by this whole thing–it’s new to me, so..” you profess hesitantly. 

Bradley’s eyebrows knit together, confused by your answer, but he doesn’t voice his uncertainty–not in the mood to squeeze a long-winded explanation from you. If anything, a lengthy breakdown might just lull him to sleep, so he sticks to his straightforward questions. 

“You sure, you’re not mad at me?” he questions, eyes narrowed into slits to discern your answer. 

“Bradshaw, I’m not mad.” you state clearly. 

“What about the rumors?” 

“They bother me a bit, not because of you. I just–it threw me off guard.” You bite your tongue, slightly rattled by how easily the truth slips from your mouth. 

Your logical brain tells you it’s because you don’t really care about him, making his opinion of you void of importance. If anything, there wasn’t a point in lying to him– because he won’t be around for long. Especially once you get the chance to enact your ploy to get rid of him. 

Bradley gradually nods his head, accepting your answers for now. “Okay,”

You roll your eyes towards the direction of his apartment, silently suggesting he go back to his place and sleep. 

Bradley untangles himself from your blanket, understanding your gesture. But right as he’s about to get up, he stills and looks at you from the corner of his eye. “Will you sleep, if I leave?” 

“No, I said I have insomnia.” 

“Is he always like this?” you grumble into the phone. 

Natasha hums, pondering what you mean. “Like what?”

“You know..” You try to find the right word, staring off at Bradley who dragged you to the gym with him, watching him obnoxiously rack more weights onto his barbell. “..he doesn’t leave me alone for one second Nat. He’s like Bobby’s ratty dog–the one with separation anxiety.” 

It’s almost like he can hear the analogy you made about him–because now, Bradley’s trying to sneak a peek at you, lining his body up with the swole man next to him so you can’t see him.

But it’s no use, because as soon as he has his sights set on you, you’re already dryly returning his stare–catching him in the act. He shoots you a cheeky smile, trying to play it off. “..I hope you know–I’m sitting in a gym right now–he said paparazzi will never go looking for me in here.” you plainly report. 

Natasha lightly laughs from her end of the line. “Yeah, he’s pretty clingy.” Hearing you groan at her confirmation, she finds herself trying to defend Bradley’s behavior. “That idiot...he just–only remembers growing up with Mav.” Natasha begins. “And you know the old guy, he’s been breathing down Bradshaw’s back since his parents—y'know. I guess, it’s just learned behavior,” She pauses, recalling his usual demeanor. “..he’s like this with all his friends.”

“Friends? Yeah, right.” you reply cynically, watching as Bradley now makes conversation with the man he was previously hiding behind–enthusiastically pointing towards the protein shake that he made you try this morning, probably running his mouth about the new flavor he’s been raving about. It wasn’t even that good.

You listen to her clear her throat, trying to hide her amusement–but you know that tone all too well. “Aren’t you Bradley’s friend now?”

“He’s only my manager–for now.” you establish, coldly. You’d only been around him for a few days–not by choice. And Bradley’s already made himself at home with you, but you don’t plan on reciprocating. 

“I forget you’re no fun.” She says flatley. “Hey–you know you can be friends with your manager, right? Plus it’s not like you just met him recently.”

“Okay? Wait—Bradshaw’s done with his set, bye.” you lie to dismiss her, unconcerned as you end the call.

“Did she just..” Natasha whispers under her breath.

Bob’s makeup team all withdraw their hands from his face, letting him turn around in his wardrobe chair to face Natasha who pulls the phone from her ear, scoffing in disbelief at her screen. “She hung up on you?” he asks, curiosity piqued from listening in. 

Natasha nods, unaffected by the actor’s now bloodied face. “Like always.”

“Now turn back around Nosey Nancy, they’re filming your girlfriend’s death scene next.” she points an accusing finger at him. 

Bob’s grins at her affectionately. “She’s not my real girlfriend, you know.” 

“Yeah..whatever, turn around Floyd.” 

“Won’t you look at who it is, the infamous couple.”

You let out a huff, already recognizing the booming voice that calls out to you and Bradley. Getting called down the Hard-deck again was never a good sign, but for some reason–that being Bradley Bradshaw, you find yourself here for a second time in a span of a week. 

And seeing that Graham was sent down to speak to you two, there should be an impending storm of teasing comments, rather than a lecture lined up for today. All you can do is slump in your seat, deflated by your conclusion.

Next to you, Bradley is entirely lost in some other dimension–Graham making a show by the door doesn’t even exist in his sphere of awareness.

His jaw hangs loose–fully engrossed with the window view of a father and his son, eating ice cream across the street.

He’s most likely hungry, since you two weren’t able to grab a bite after his workout–being forced to abandon your quest for poke bowls when a group of teenage girls attempted to sneak unsolicited photos of you two standing in line together. 

“How’s the lovely couple doing this fine afternoon?” Graham sings, clapping two hands down onto Bradley’s shoulders. 

Bradley’s muscles tighten under his touch, startled by the sudden contact. But he’s quick to recover, grinning humorously at Graham who’s already pulling your frown into a smile with his hands as he makes his way over to the desk in front of you. 

“We’re doin’ great man” he gladly answers, unaware of the scolding look you’re giving him. Bradley licks his lips, wondering why you two have been called down today. “And don’t get me wrong, I’m glad it’s just you buddy–but why are we here exactly?”

You knowingly sigh. “..Media training.” Graham shoots finger guns in your direction, enlightened by your observation. “Ding Ding Ding! Three points to the main funder of the Hard-deck.” 

“Can I use my winning points to get out of here?” you suggest, making Bradley sputter out a loud laugh. Graham shakes his head, walking around to the front of the desk to sit on its cold surface, entertained by your remark as well.

You miss it but Graham eyes you curiously. You’re turning your head away from Bradley–hiding the faint smile generated by Bradley’s spurt of laughter. 

“This is great guys. Let’s keep this energy for the next two hours.” he sits up tall, puffing his chest. 

“What?” When did going through the manual take two hours?!” you squawk. 

“You see..” Graham scratches the back of his neck, beginning to laugh nervously. 

Bradley moves to the edge of his seat, oblivious to the impending bad news. His innocence to Hard-deck’s schemes causes you to pinch the bridge of your nose.

“We’re actually here to discuss a couple more things,” he stiffly smiles, knowing you won’t take this well. “Penny told us she wants you guys to play into the rumors just a wee bit.” He pinches two fingers together in display, trying to minimize your terror. But his failed effort is met with two horrified looks. 

“Hey! But guess what? You don’t even have to confirm anything.” He aimlessly flaps his hands around, breaking it down for you two. “..Just make a few public appearances together–so it keeps attention on you until the album release–it's great for press!” he finishes off, clapping his hands together–waiting for a response. 

Bradley swipes his mouth, trying to grasp the information thrown at him. After quick consideration, he figures that he doesn’t mind the idea–it wouldn’t affect him as much–but for you, it would probably cause a multitude of problems.

Out of curiosity, Bradley looks to his right, scanning for your reaction, but he can’t tell what you’re thinking. You’re absentmindedly staring ahead, with something unrecognizable glazing over your features. 

“..Let me know when my favorite duo is ready to go over their new schedule with little ol’me.” he shimmies, attempting to kill the tension in the office. 

Bradley tears his eyes off you, giving Graham a weary look. “Just give us a moment bud..” he nods once, offering him a curt smile.

“I know you’re nervous about this after party–but do you really have to make that face? You’re giving me anxiety too.” Bradley rambles, swapping his attention between you and the evening traffic. 

You’re not even that nervous for the party, because you plan on ditching it. But you can’t exactly tell him that since you’re too busy fighting off the bile that’s rising in your throat again. 

With clammy hands, you blindly paw at the interior of the door, trying to roll down the windows, unbuckling your seatbelt right as the glass slides down enough for you to fit through. 

Bradley tries to sneak a quick look at you, alerted by the ruckus going on beside him. He does an immediate double take, because he's greeted by the view of your butt in his face, with half your torso thrown out the side of the car. The glimpse of your white underwear peeking through the bottom frill of your dress, causes him to look away.

If Bradley had half the mind—which he clearly doesn’t, he would’ve realized you’re on the verge of throwing up the lazy sandwich he packed you for lunch—but to no one’s surprise, Bradley thinks you got the bright idea of turning yourself roadkill to escape the lousy event. 

“What do you think you’re doing?!” he shouts, flustered. In a stream of panic he tears one hand off the steering wheel–trying to stay in lane as he roughly pulls down the back of your dress, tugging at the fabric, insisting you sit back down, but you begin to protest. “Would you just—Bradshaw let go!” you complain, bringing back an arm to swat his hands away.

Bradley panics even further, alarmed by the truck driver honking behind him. “Can you just–behave.” he asks through clenched teeth, eyes still trained on the road. 

After finally ripping his large hands off your dress, you throw yourself back against the car seat again, roughly. “Behave?” you snarl, eyes twitching at his ignorance. “Yeah, behave.” he spits back. 

“I was feeling carsick.” you say–matter of factly, still coming down from your nausea. “So you throw yourself out the window?” he retorts, agitated. You whip your head to look at him. The skin of his cheeks are splotched in rosy patches and he’s trying to catch his breath–his shoulders moving up and down as his lungs expand. You click your tongue. “I needed air. It’s suffocating in here.” You look out the window, letting the cool breeze hit your face. 

“Is it my cologne?” His annoyance with you is quickly forgotten. Bradley frowns, concerned by his choice of fragrance. He should've never chosen today to try the new scent Jake bought for him. 

“Yeah, and your horrendous driving.” you bite.

“Oh really now? How about you get behind the wheel then?” he retaliates.

There's a pause of silence as you uncomfortably shuffle in your seat, “I can't drive.” you mumble under your breath. 

“Exactly, so–behave.” You can practically hear his smirk grow, without even having to look at him. 

“Maybe I should throw myself out the window.” you murmur to yourself.

You can’t remember the last time you attended an after party–almost forgetting how flashy these events were. Bob and Natasha were usually at these occasions with you, especially since Bob had been booking job after job this year–his career has been at an all time rise, thanks to Nat’s hard efforts.

But today, you’re accompanied by Bradley–who lingers closely behind you, fingers shielding the top of your drink in his hands. He’s supposed to be here as your date–under Graham’s clear instruction.

You start to feel queasy again, profusely sweating under the stream of purple lights being haphazardly casted across the venue, shooting from one corner to the other. The night club visibly shakes from how loudly the DJ blasts his dreadful music, and the mix of cigarette smoke and vape clouds fogging your vision doesn’t help either. 

Currently, Bradley’s talking to some big-time actor next to him—too starstruck to notice your discomfort. It’s disorienting seeing how everyone has to yell over the music to have a conversation. 

And though you’re dressed like everyone here–body lined in some overly expensive designer piece, you can't help but to feel like you stick out like a sore thumb.

Everyone in the industry can be found at this party, the ones close to your age essentially ignoring your presence as they group together in their respective circle of friends, swaying to the music together. You want to get out of here–eyes desperately scanning for an exit, not wanting to be reminded of your inability to socialize. For some reason, it bothers you more than usual tonight.

Finally, your eyes lock on an exit by the VIP section. You look over your shoulder, to see Bradley still buttering up the older man. Taking your chance, you quickly stalk across the dance floor, arms protectively wrapped around your own body–heading towards the exit. 

“Shit–yeah. I’m here with her right now actually. Say hi, she’s nice.” Bradley leans in, practically shouting in the established actor’s ear. He directs the man to look where you’re standing, pointing with the cup in his hand–but you’re nowhere to be seen. 

After a succession of rapid blinking, Bradley’s eyes shoot towards the exit he made note of earlier. 

You somehow snuck across the club, politely smiling at one of the venue’s security guards, as the massive man opens the door for you to leave.

"Shit."

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writing request: camila gets hunter and amity to go shopping together. chaos ensues. (post king's tide!)

“I never said thank you.”

Hunter grabbed a shopping cart, tugging it out of the line and wheeling it towards the door. “For what?”

Amity jogged after him. “For coming to help when my parents locked me up.”

“Oh.”

The door hissed open of its own accord, and Hunter jumped backwards, nearly landing on Amity’s feet. “Magic door!”

Amity snorted, though the door sparked a deep pit of unease in her stomach. “I doubt that very much. Come on.”

She pushed forward into the grocery store, and Hunter came behind. “You didn’t need to thank me,” he said after a moment.

“What?”

“For coming after you. I was… mostly just running away from Belos, and running towards you seemed like the least cowardly way to do it.”

“How chivalrous.”

“Hey, you’ve got Luz to be your knight in shining armor, you don’t need me. What’s first on the list?”

“Uhhh… apple ju—HEY!” Amity glared at the list. “Hunter, has the apple blood in the human realm tasted weird to you?”

“I don’t know, I never HAD apple blood.”

“Wait, really?” Amity shook her head. “Okay, I’ll get you some real apple blood once we get back home.”

“We don’t… what’s wrong with the apple blood here?”

Amity shook the list at him. “It’s apple JUICE here!”

“That’s probably the same thing, right? I mean, juice, blood, what’s the difference?”

“I’m not sure, but I think apples are different creatures in the human realm. Come on, let’s find some.” Amity tugged on the arm of the first store employee she could find. “Excuse me, do you have apples?”

She heard a quiet snort from Hunter. “What, does it LOOK like they sell livestock here?”

“Sure. Produce section, they should be right near the bananas.” The employee pointed. “Big sign. Can’t miss it.”

“Thank you!” Amity grabbed the front of the cart, directing it towards the sign that read produce. “Let’s go see for ourselves.”

“What?! Amity, apples are dangerous, do you even have Ghost with you if—

Amity tugged the cart harder. “If I’m right…” She jabbed a finger at the red spheres gracing the shelves, labeled Red Delicious. “Look!”

Hunter approached them cautiously. “Eugh, are they just selling apple corpses? Without proper refrigeration? Or are they alive? They’re not chained up or anything.” He gingerly poked an apple, then leapt back.

The apple shifted slightly at his touch, but in a normal “object just got poked” way. Hunter reached out and picked it up, turning it over in his hands.

“… Amity, I think it’s a plant. Of the non-carnivorous variety.”

“That’s what I thought. Camila asked us to pick up apple juice and red food dye. She hasn’t had any apple blood at all! I thought she looked confused when we asked her about it, but I hoped she was able to find some.”

“There’s a refrigerated section of the store—maybe they have other apples, or real apple blood there? Maybe the plant is named after its likeness to the animal?”

“Hm.” Amity shook her head. “I’m starting to think maybe apples are just different in the human realm. But we can give it a look.”

She followed Hunter to the refrigerated section of the store, examining the products. “Milk, milk, milk, cheese, eggs—what KIND of eggs?! What laid them?!” She picked up a carton, examining the contents with a snort. “Extra large? These aren’t even CLOSE to the size of the smallest griffin egg!”

“Weird,” Hunter agreed.

Amity pointed at a door. “We haven’t checked there yet?”

“Says employees only.”

“Exactly. If they have a live apple, it’ll be back there.”

Hunter shifted back and forth. “But it’s for employees only, Amity! We don’t work here!”

Amity shuddered, but paced in front of Hunter. “We’ve spent our whole lives doing what someone else told us to do! My parents! Belos!” She stopped to face him, one hand clenched in a fist and raised up at chest level. “We’re finally free! Are we going to let a door tell us what to do?!”

“Yeah,” Hunter said slowly, “Yeah! I mean—yeah, you’re right, we shouldn’t, not yeah we’re letting the door tell us what to do!”

“Alright! Are you ready?”

Hunter squared his shoulders with a gulp. “I’m ready.”

“Don’t you dare bail on me! I’m not going to break the rules alone!”

“Ha! Don’t you bail on me!”

Neither of them pushed through the door.

Hunter glanced at Amity. “Any time you want to go is good.”

“After you.”

“No, it was your idea.”

Amity laughed nervously. “I mean, maybe we shouldn’t. What if the door is trapped?”

“Absolutely,” Hunter agreed, “The employees might have rigged it, in case a non-employee tried to get in. Kikimora set up a BUNCH of traps like that in the keep. She always forgot to send me the memo on where they were, though.”

“Hunter.”

“Yep. Yep, I hear it.” Hunter took a deep breath. “We can do this.”

He pushed open the door, and Amity followed close.

The door clanged behind them, and a wave of panic swept over her.

“Oh, titan, what are we doing?! This isn’t some stupid rule designed to make us miserable, it’s just not a space that customers are supposed to go!”

“Bad idea,” Hunter agreed, “Can’t believe I let you talk me into this!”

“You actually went in the door first!”

Hunter whirled around, pushing on the door. His face paled. “Amity. Amity, I think it’s stuck.”

Amity shoved the door. It didn’t budge. “The employees did trap it! You can warp out of here, right?”

Hunter shook his head. “I left Flapjack outside.”

“What?!”

“It said no animals except for service animals on the sign outside!”

“That is your service animal!”

“In the human realm, not being able to do magic is normal!Besides, the sign also said no weapons!”

Amity summoned an abomination. “I’ve got this!”

The abomination pushed on the door with a groan, then stepped back and charged.

The door shuddered but didn’t open. Amity dismissed it. “Great. We’re stuck!”

“Camila knows where we are. She’ll come for us.” Hunter gulped. “Oh, we are in trouble.”

Amity put her face in her hands. “I can’t make her mad! What if she says I can’t date Luz anymore?!”

“Because telling you not to date Luz worked out very well coming from your mother?”

Amity sank to the ground with a groan. “She trusted us. And we let her down, and now, instead of making LESS work for her, we’ve made MORE!”

Hunter paced back and forth. “She won’t kick us out,” he said softly, “She won’t kick us out, she won’t kick us out, she won’t—”

The door moved, and Amity jumped up. “There’s an employee coming! Do you think they’ll kill us for disturbing their sanctum?!”

“Better than getting killed by Camila!”

The door rattled, and Hunter clung to Amity’s arm. “I’m sorry for attacking you and threatening Luz at Eclipse Lake!” he yelped, “In case we die, I want to say I’m really, really sorry!”

Amity gripped his arm just as tightly. “I’m sorry for cooing at Ghost and calling her a good little hunter baby when she pounced on Flapjack! I should have discouraged her!”

“What?!”

The door swung inwards, and the employee from earlier sighed. “What are you doing in here?”

“It opens in,” Hunter whispered.

“It opens in,” Amity confirmed, face palming, “It’s a pull door from this side.”

“Yeah, I wish it weren’t it makes it hard to get things OUT,” the employee agreed, “What are you two doing in here?”

“We… got lost?” Amity tried.

“Dude. Go make out somewhere else.”

Amity let go of Hunter’s arm. “Oh, ew, no! No offense.”

“She has a girlfriend,” Hunter yelped, “No!!!”

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry. Just…” the worker pinched the bridge of their nose with a sigh. “Get out of here.”

“Okaythanksbye,” Amity yelped, grabbing Hunter’s arm and tugging him out. “It opened the other way,” she said again, shaking her head.

He laughed. “It opened the other way.”

Amity let go of his arm and took the cart. “Well, I think we can safely say that there are no animal apples in this store. Let’s just get the stuff on the list and go.”

“Hey, what did you mean about Ghost pouncing on Flapjack? Because she’s a cat? She’s hunting my bird?!”

“Whaaaaat? No. Come on.” Amity started to walk briskly down the aisles, pushing the cart in front of her.

“Amity!” Hunter jogged after her. “Amity!”

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