#they have such complicated feelings about their various dads together

[zahri-melitor]

Connor and Tim: They’ve Got a Dad Thing

With the DC Pride story, I’m having soft thoughts about Tim Drake and Connor Hawke talking about their feelings, identities and dads together, which is something they do remarkably often for two characters who are friends but have never been on the same team or family. Also Tim brings up Connor not being able to drive. A lot.

Going through a bunch of their appearances:

Green Arrow #105: The first meeting! Connor and Tim are chasing after Connor's stepfather, who has committed CRIMEZ buying weapons in Gotham. They take the time to discuss such important issues as ‘not being the first person to have their identity’, legacies, Tim’s love for cars, Connor’s inability to drive, and Lady Shiva.

Connor stays in town, leading to their next team up in Robin #25. Tim’s chasing down a DIFFERENT group of gunrunners after one of his classmates brought a gun to school. The dad angle here is actually Tim sending Jack to talk to his classmate’s dad about bringing a gun to school. There isn’t nearly as much fun banter between Connor and Tim here, but they still get to spend some time appreciating each other’s martial art skills.

Also notably Tim emotes quite a bit to Connor (and also Steph) about how he feels about his classmate getting shot (due to bringing the gun to school) and how fighting for revenge feels (it’s not something Tim enjoys).

The next team up is Batman Chronicles #7! Connor shows up to talk to Tim about Ollie and what it’s like trying to live up to a legend, and Tim tells him a story of a Bruce & Ollie team up. They bond over being legacies for Batman and Green Arrow.

The next time Connor and Tim team up is my all time favourite, Brotherhood of the Fist. It happens following Cataclysm but before No Man’s Land. Tim and Connor get a full crossover together! (Ok Bruce and Dick and Eddie Fyers are also there). Everyone is having problems with the Monkey Fist cult, who are busy having a martial arts competition while taking down various martial arts masters.

Tim and Connor once again get the chance to talk about dads (and also the fact Connor STILL doesn’t have his licence). This time it’s discussing whether Batman is Tim’s dad. He’s not! Connor’s still feeling like he has to live up to Ollie’s legacy! Tim empathises and tells him Batman approves.

Tim’s also a martial artist fanboy.

Eventually Connor ends up having to fight Lady Shiva! Tim saves Connor’s life by using his life debt with Shiva, and everyone tells Connor how good he was keeping up. (Nobody acknowledges Tim HAS that life debt due to managing to kill Shiva by accident a few months ago, because Tim’s fight record against her is full of ‘Tim wins due to shenanigans’)

(I love this crossover so much, folks)

Robin #78-79: Connor drops into Gotham again, because all of Tim’s classmates at Brentwood have something weird going on. This time they’re taking down a demon! Tragically they’re too busy running away from the demon to have any good conversations about their dads this time, but Tim DOES get some jokes in about the car.

(Eddie Fyers does not appreciate this and gives as good as he gets, bringing up the only mention of a dad).

Batgirl #30-32. Connor and Eddie show up to investigate the murder of some rich folk who belong to a specific secret society. A member of this club is Jack Drake. Amazingly, Connor and Tim get to talk about dads even while they’re in Cass’ book. Connor and Eddie kidnap Jack Drake and Eddie pretends to be him at an awards ceremony to save his life. This is very funny as Dana, Tim and Steph are in the audience and Tim at least recognises Eddie on sight. Eddie then gets kidnapped by the assassins.

Once Tim and Steph regroup and meet up with Connor and Cass, Tim still has time to tease Connor about being unable to drive and take control of the vehicle. Again.

The group tracks down the van that Eddie was kidnapped in, leading to Tim very awkwardly trying to explain how he knows who Jack Drake is.

Identity Crisis #6. Now this one is not so much a Connor and Tim team up so much as a very important moment on the topic of Connor, Tim and their feelings about dads. (I will never not be annoyed that Ollie doesn’t show the paper to Connor, given that Connor knows about Jack Drake, even if he doesn’t know that Tim is Tim)

This is an important part of the Connor and Tim relationship, dammit, even if neither of them realise this moment happened.

Unfortunately after this point the Bad Times start for both Connor and Tim for a while (several continuities of a while). Not so much time hanging out together talking about what being a legacy means to them and what’s in a father.

But they’re both FINALLY back in continuity, themselves, and in the same place. So what did they do together this week? They met up, talked about coming out, their dads, and their feelings. (No cars this time, though).

Damian thinks they’re joking about sitting about talking about their feelings. They absolutely are not. 

#dc #tim drake #connor hawke #look I love these two together so much #they have such complicated feelings about their various dads together #also one day Tim is going to end up teaching Connor how to drive for some case and I think that's beautiful

[bonefall]

Is Crowfeather's parenting and abuse of Breeze going to be any different and/or handled differently by other cats in BB? Thinking about his honor title being for Feathertail and... ugh this poor woman having to watch a cat who named himself for his love for her be so horrible to his own kin after she's torn from hers so soon. She should get to come down and knock some sense into him, if that's even possible

I haven't been able to get into BB!Feathertail yet, but she's fascinating honestly. I like the vibe that Feather x Crow is like this cosmically doomed ship, destined to torpedo itself time and time again for various reasons, and that's the foundation of them in BB.

They were NEVER going to work. Crowfoot has a ton of issues he's working through. Feathertail values herself too much to allow him to mistreat her in the meanwhile. If Feathertail never died, the breakup would have been good for him. He REALLY needed it, actually. Calm, funny, easygoing Feathertail just laying their problems on the table, why she doesn't want a relationship, but still spinning it in that way-of-hers that softens a hard blow.

It wouldn't have fixed him overnight, of course. It just would have been a spark. Paws on a better, happier path. Not a lover in another Clan, but a friend, if he took her words to heart.

But she's dead. She died horribly. And her memory is this perfect fantasy for the magical, flawless love they could have had, an impossible standard Crowfeather viciously holds all of his future lovers to. So as a spirit guide, with all her eloquence, she'd say to him, "That's not very cash money of you."

But anyway, on Breeze's abuse.

For one, I absolutely would want to make sure to stress Breeze's good qualities sooner and harder, and explicitly make them friends at certain points.

The Tribe Journey in particular, where there's a lot of opportunities to get him away from Crowfeather. By the end of it, I would want to include a poignant moment where they have one final nice moment together, before Crowfeather barks for him, and it's gone.

(and, also, add a couple of cats who help The Three discuss their complicated emotions towards seeing their bully being abused.)

I would also actually remove the way that the cats of WindClan "look to" Crowfeather on how Breezepelt should be treated, particularly from Crowfeather's Trial. I feel it misses the point and ends up saying that Breezepelt could NEVER get the social approval he craves unless his abusive dad CHOSE to stop mistreating him.

Like!! FUCK no!!! You do NOT need the approval of a guy who NEVER would have given it without 3 different women and Onestar screaming it into his ear!

Instead, I'd stress how the Clan was beginning to turn on him as soon as his problems escalated into active reckless endangerment. His abuse was causing his social alienation by making his behavior worse and worse.

That seems like a minor change, but it's one of my bigger complaints. ALL of WindClan shouldn't be looking to an abusive parent to model how they'll react to his son. PLEASE let the cats have their own unique social opinions.

One of Breezepelt's adult defenders is Brushblaze. I will be picking more-- but there's always going to be some cats in his corner besides Nightcloud and Heathertail (and Harestar of course who is poly with Heather and Breeze in BB.)

(though Pro-Breeze cats are in the minority unfortunately.)

MOST of the Dark Forest trainees from WindClan were personal friends of Breezepelt. Harespring, Sunstrike, Furzepelt, and Antpelt all came into the training because of him.

All that said, not much else is different about the setup of Breezepelt's childhood abuse! It's a part of canon I think is good and I would like to stay relatively faithful to it.

His arc also continues into BB!AVoS. Continued distrust of him after fighting for the Dark Forest, misplacing his anger onto Harespring when he manages to take deputyship, and Dishonor Titles from Onestar end up causing him and his friends to feel so rejected that they join The Kin.

Its message, that they are "The Kin that the Clans abandoned" appeals to over a dozen cats from other Clans who are shunned for various reasons. HalfClan cats, codebreakers, and Dark Forest trainees alike all come together, because BB!The Kin is mostly comprised of Clan cats, particularly ones from SkyClan, NOT rogues.

There's about 6 or so non-Clanborn cats in The Kin; Rain, Raven, Flame, Dragonfly, Roach, Nettle. If I end up keeping Silt, Thistle, or any of the 7-10 unnamed cats, they'll get shuffled to be Clanborn.

(Max, Loki, and Zelda are cut. Many of Zelda's roles are being absorbed by Dragonfly, who is remaining with Violetshine after The Kin disbands)

#BB!AVOS #BB!Po3 #BB!Breezepelt #Better Bones AU

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for wanting to return an adopted dog?

(🐶🙃 so I can find this)

So, first, a bit of context about my family. It’s me (23F), my mom (56F), and my dad (58M) living together. We had two dogs, B (14M) and H (10F), that both had to be put down last fall for various health complications. Seeing as they were such a big part of our life, the months without them have felt a bit weird to some of us. But my mom especially has been handling it poorly - B followed her around a lot, and always slept right next to her, so I get why she’d be affected differently.

The problem is that she’s been insistent on getting another dog for months now. It felt like every week, she had a new rescue / adoption listing to show me. And last Friday, she showed me the most promising one yet. A beagle (same breed as B) named F (1M), already house trained and vaccinated/neutered, basically everything that would’ve been one of my immediate objections. We all work, so I was unsure if we’d have the time or energy for that. Once I saw the listing, I gave a solid “maybe” and said I wanted to think about it more.

She and my dad brought F home the very next day.

Since F got here, we’ve had to deal with a number of changes to our routine. Keeping doors closed more reliably, moving furniture to make space for a crate, and most importantly, teaching him everything else about living in a house (not jumping on counters, not eating shoes/blankets, not scratching at stuff). It’s been on and off, sometimes tolerable, sometimes a bit irritating. But we’ve ALSO had to make adjustments for things I never knew beforehand. Namely, he has heartworm, and he’s allegedly been scratching a lot lately - maybe a flea/tick thing, maybe something else. If I had heard these before he was already coming home, I might have reconsidered.

This morning, the whole situation already drove me to a breaking point. My dad woke me up way before schedule, saying he needed to take care of something and that he’d be “right back”. In the meantime, I needed to watch F while half asleep. This proved to be so draining that I’ve nearly passed out at work, where I’m currently writing this on my break. It doesn’t help that dad’s little “be right back” took an hour and a half, during which time F nearly broke a picture frame.

Now I’m feeling like I was robbed of any chance at free time on the basis of a single “maybe”. I’ve expressed my frustration to my mom, and she says we’ll talk about it later, but I still feel like a dick for wanting to return a rescue puppy. He’s adorable, but so are all dogs, and that shouldn’t mean uprooting my daily schedule to accommodate for something I didn’t agree to.

So AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[punkflower11]

Choose Your Own Adventure: Miles Morales - Part 3

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“Okay, so what’s our story?”

Situated side by side, Hobie and Miles glared at the piece of wood before them; the only thing separating the pair and doom. Behind it, the single greatest trial either would ever encounter lay, patiently waiting.

Miles had dreaded this moment for weeks. But not even spider-man could evade the fate. 

Dinner. With his parents.

How ominous.

First, having Hobie and his Dad sit together in one room was definitely a mistake. Chances that the two would hit it off were so slim that you had to mentally squint just to imagine it. And unfortunately for Miles, the universe wasn't planning to break the laws of space and time any time soon.

There was no way he surviving tonight. It just wasn't possible.

Not to distract from his impending death, but Miles was slowly coming to the realization that he was also about to out himself to his parents, the funny part being that he didn't like Hobie. Ish.

See, that there was another thing.

Miles may have had a thing for Hobie back a few months shortly after the two had first met. Initially, he had thought the punk to be little more than disruptive, reckless, and frankly, a pain in the ass.

He loved every bit of it.

Enamored his distinct personality, Miles had became drawn to the other like a moth to flame (and in some ways that he'd rather not think about).

However the feelings had vanished almost as quickly as they arrived. With time, the clarity between his various affections for Hobie became blurred.

Sure there were times that Miles feelings for the other were a little less than platonic, but there were also others when he was certain that it felt like normal friendship and nothing more.

Either way, this was not something Miles was planning to poke around with, least of all tonight. Did Miles realize that he was probably sabotaging himself by asking Hobie, of all people to help him out?

Yeah. He did.

But it was fine. He was probably just overthinking it, and everything had actually been completely normal. Besides, everyone becomes helplessly infatuated with their best friend at some point, right?

…Right?

Yeah, Miles was beginning to panic.

“You're just asking me this now? That’s some pretty shite time management.”

“Well we need something, unless you just want to waltz in there unprepared!” Miles whisper-shouts.

He couldn’t just explain to his family that he had met his boyfriend while traveling through an alternate dimension whilst fighting multiples of his alter ego. If they hadn’t had a heart attack once they met Hobie then they'd definitely have after one hearing that.

And no, Miles hadn’t told his parents that he was Spider-Man. His dad was alive and that was all Miles could really ask for, no need to complicate things further. 

Miles knew what really awaited the punk at the event innocently disguised at a dinner. Spoiler alert: it wasn't just free food. In reality, it was a glorified interrogation; a setting in which his parents could finally lay into his mysterious 'Girlfriend', and in a seemly domestic environment. It was too perfect.

He felt slightly guilty subjecting an unsuspecting Hobie to the absolute shitstorm that awaited him beyond the door, but he also knew that the sooner they got the over with, the faster both their souls could be put to rest. Miles just hoped that Hobie was strong enough to make it through the night in one piece.

“Hey, what was that thing we talked about on the way?”

“You mean Miguel's ass?”

"The other thing."

"Don't piss yourself, I remember."

“Oh yeah? Then humor me.”

“'Don’t call your parents by their first names. Absolutely no swearing, which is not limited to', as you put it, 'sneaky British expressions.'" He recites.

“Fantastic. I should probably also warn you about-" Miles was cut off by Hobie's fist colliding with the door.

“Hobie!” The teen waves him off.

“You worry too much. Relax babe, we’ll be fine”.

The door swung open to reveal Miles’ father, who's gaze fell upon Hobie who was adorned in leather and numerous pieces jewellery.

“Who's this punk?” he asks, distaste evident in his tone. Welp. Now or never.

“He’s my boyfriend. Hobie.” The following silence is palpable. Miles can feel his insides turning.

“He's your what?” a stunned Jefferson parrots.

"Boyfriend. His name is Hobie."

"Hiya." Hobie waves.

“Is that you Miles?” A voice pips up from behind the officer’s shoulder. 

“Hey mom,” Miles gestures awkwardly to the teen at his right. “This is Hobie.” He watches his mother pause as she takes in the sight.

“It’s nice to meet you, come on in!” She pushes past Jefferson, ushering the teen inside. "You''ll have to excuse my husband. Miles left out a few details about you so he's just a little surprised."

Well wasn't that the understatement of the year.

To be fair, Miles had told his parents a perfectly normal amount of information about his 'girlfriend' he could manage without giving himself away. What was he supposed to tell them? Hey, so I'm actually dating an anarchist who wants abolish the police. Like you Dad. Yeah no.

In hindsight, it probably made all the difference but it was too late to change things now. Similar thoughts continued to circulate through his mind as the false lovers stepped inside the residence.

“Mom. I am begging you. Don't scare him off."

Miles wasn't sure of how much energy it took to genuinely frighten Hobie, but he figured that it was better to be safe than sorry.

“Miha. You have nothing to be worried about. He'll be fine, we won't hurt him too badly,” She tossed a casual wink in Miles' direction before returning to the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Hobie was busy looking at the wall to their left occupied by various picture frames. Expression softening, Miles moved to join him but half way through was confronted by his Rio who at present was carrying a large red tray.

“Here, take this to the table,” She orders him, pushing the dish into his arms. “And you,” Her eyes find Hobie. “Comes and help me flip the plantain.” The teen gives Miles a playful salute before joining Rio in the kitchen. Grumbling, Miles beings the trip to the dining table where he finds his is dad already seated.

“Mom, he just got here. Can't you give us a little space?” He calls out to her, exasperatedly setting down the dish onto the table.

“I don’t mind!" pipes Hobie from the stove just as Rio comes out to join Miles in setting the table.

“Hear that Miles? He doesn't mind.” She pats him on the shoulder before lowering her tone. "Also I'm not sure if you've noticed, but I wouldn't call Hobie a girl." She tells him wryly. Slightly panicking, Miles begins to laugh awkwardly.

"Ha. Yeah-no, I wouldn't either." Rio raises an eyebrow.

"Have anything you wanna tell me?"

Miles stiles. Hopefully never, his mind supplies, unhelpful.

At his silence, Rio shakes her head, expression fond. "No-we don't really have talk about it. But in case you’ve forgotten, I'm proud of you. Always.” A sudden wave of relief crashes over Miles. At hearing the sentiment he feels something warm swell in his chest.

"Thanks Mom, I appreciate it. Really."

"I would hope so. Now go join your Dad, he's been waiting patiently." True to her word, there he is situated at the diner table, glaring at Hobie from afar.

No doubt the man was already very concerned as to what Miles was seeing in such a person, but also that Hobie quite literally looked like he was about to jump him. He certainly had the build for it.

Hobie’s appearance wasn't very encouraging either. While Jefferson appreciated a strong display of personal expression, he wasn't so sure that he was as enthusiastic about someone who's personal expression screamed yo let's flip over that car.

In short, Jefferson thought that Hobie looked like trouble, and for his own piece of mind needed to make sure that his son wasn't seeing some sort of radical anarchist.

Where was Miles picking up all of these bad influences anyway? That girl Gwanda had already given him a bad vibe, but Hobie was a whole new level of shady.

"Hi." Miles smiles nervously. Jefferson inhales sharply.

"Look, anytime you'd like clear the air-" the cop is cut off by Rio and Hobie emerging from the kitchen carrying several pots.

"Jeff move your phone so I can put down the stew."

"Can't you just put it over there I'm trying to have a conversation with my-" The deathly look he got from his partner made any protests he had die in his throat.

He could reason with Miles later, but to do that he had to survive dinner first.

Soon, the four were seated comfortably at the table. Hobie next to Miles, Miles next to Jefferson, and Rio at the opposite end.

"Pass the beans, would you Miles?" Miles drops his fork and lifts the dish into his mom's reach. Meanwhile at the other end of the table, Jefferson clears his throat.

"So, Hobie," He addresses the teen. "How are..."

#across the spiderverse #punkflower #choose your own adventure #updates daily! #polls

[thecameronchronicles]

The First Time

TW: Loss of virtue. Smut. Language. Cheating.

SUMMARY: JJ can’t hide his feelings for you any longer, especially when he learns about what you’re about to give up for someone who doesn’t deserve you…

WORD COUNT: 2900

*Requested*

The First Time

It was all he had heard about for weeks. Your virtue. More specifically, how you were about to surrender that precious innocence to John B, your boyfriend and his best friend. But the idea had consumed him entirely to what should have been a fleeting conversation between confidants. But as John B described the details to JJ, his mind quickly replaced the imagery of his friend with himself. 

“I’m going to take her to the tower and show her the view…have some candles…and then start slow…”

“Make sure to tell her how beautiful she is,” Kie added as JJ hid the clench made of his fists at the thought of those words directed towards you. Words HE should have been saying. But the reasons he wore such anger wasn’t because of John B, but for the fact that he didn’t act on his feelings when he had the chance. 

“Just remember to do a lot of foreplay, because it’s gonna hurt for her,” Pope reminded him as JJ was desperate to be anywhere but in the confines of The Chateau, suddenly feeling smaller by the second. 

“What feels best for a girl?” John B now asked Kiara as JJ had to hide his scoff. He was going to take something so sacred and didn’t even know how to prepare you properly. Because of that, he was on his feet, now standing in the doorway, leaning against its frame, with his red cap twisting between his fingers. 

“Make her feel special. Take your time touching her and kissing her…Take her clothes off slowly and kiss her deeply…Listen to her body more than her words-but respect what she says, obviously…But she may not know what she likes, so focus on her skin and her breathing…if it chills when your fingers-” This was enough for him. The visions constructed from her words were too much to remain in place. And with verbiage from Pope of ‘what’s his problem’, he was set on his way to you…

You had stood before the mirror for over twenty minutes trying on different sets of lingerie to try and find which one would work best for the occasion. But of the various colors and styles, nothing would silence the overall insecurities behind you. After tonight, you would no longer be that inexperienced girl that was once a friend to John B. You would be his lover. And you couldn’t imagine offering that to anyone better than-JJ!

“What are you doing here?!” You berated him as he climbed halfway into your bedroom, leg hooked over the sill, as he stumbled inside. You quickly pulled your robe from the edge of your bed, its fabric within still damp from your recent shower, before concealing yourself from him. 

“I DO have a front door-”

“I can’t do it anymore…”

Immediately you released a deep breath, deducing this had to be about his dad. You had prepared your hand towards his back to console him in a gentle caress as your eyes scanned for any new bruising, but only found his eyes frantic to the ground as he began to pace. 

“J, talk to me…”

“You can’t do this…Not with him…” Confusion washed over you in waves of embarrassment and eventual humor. 

“Something I should know? I’m sure whatever it is, we’ll work through it-”

“He’s not in love with you.” Your eyes now narrowed to him in displeasure. Even if you and John B weren’t together for an extended period of time, you knew he cared about you and respected you-even if those three words hadn’t been spoken yet. You could feel them. 

“Not like I am.” Your eyes flashed wide as desperation developed behind his eyes. 

“I kick myself in the ass every day I didn’t make a move on you, but I saw what happened with Kie and John B and Pope and I didn’t want to complicate anything-but all I’ve heard about for months is how he was going to touch you and be with you-and he doesn’t even know-” He stopped himself, moving to you as you moved back in fear he would take you with aggression. Once he sensed this, he moved back towards the window to leave before remembering why he’d come here. 

“He wouldn’t hold you afterwards…and tell you that he could kiss you forever…He wouldn’t know that you’ve spent the last month making yourself ‘perfect’ with trims and all that other shit girls do-but you’re already perfect…” Your mouth parted in the want to reject him, but his words came to your heart in such a way that you could only stand in awe in his continuation. 

“He wouldn’t take his time…kissing every inch of you…worshiping you…telling you how every part of you drives him crazy…More so when you don’t even realize it…Like your smile…or when you get so lost in a laugh that you snort and you get that cute little blush that never lasts long enough for him…Or how you get so lost in your thoughts and he’s just hoping that even one of them is about him…”

“JJ…”

“I should’ve been the one to make a move…I should have been the one to tell you that you were worth breaking that damn ‘pogue on pogue mackin’ rule’ for…And I thought I was…I thought I was doing the right thing by staying away…knowing you were better off with someone like him, but I can’t stomach the thought of HIM getting something like that from you without understand how special it is. He just wants it over with so you can have sex all the time…and I-I just want..shit, I just want to make it special…I…” His eyes rose to you, finding your stillness and a mix of confusion and compassion across your face, the slightest hint of agreeability in your lack of rejection, driving him to move towards you. With palms set on either cheek, he pressed his lips to yours, knocking you off of your feet in surprise, and walking you back towards the door of your room. 

“I don’t want to hurt him…But I can’t pretend I’m not in love with you anymore…So if you can honestly look at me…and tell me you don’t feel even one shred of what I do…then I’ll go…But if I do…I can’t be around you…not after knowing he got to-”

“J…” You interrupted as he clenched his jaw. 

“I can’t…” He bowed his head, pushing himself off of the wall and slowly nodding, realizing the hole he’d dug for you both. But as he moved to the window in silent acceptance, you moved after him. 

“I can’t say that I don’t-that I-that I haven’t thought about it…” Hope lit behind his expression, “But I don’t want to hurt him…”

“I know…” His eyes fixated on your lips for a second, “I’m sorry…I…fuck…I just really wanna kiss you again…” You bit your bottom lip at the thought, moving a step closer. 

“Just a kiss?” He nodded, hands already hungry at your hips as he agreed with a repeat of your words before colliding against you. But instead of the door, he had you on the edge of your bed as your fingers pushed him to sit on its edge, a leg positioned on either side of his right thigh as he pushed the boundaries of your ensemble. The silk of the robe was parted and dropped as his breath shifted along with this new sight. Even if you’d worn a bikini before, there was something different in just the sight of lingerie. And it was enough to make him nearly breathless. 

“Shit…” His eyes looked up to you with wonder before his lips moved to your hips, kissing from one side to the other, before he stood to kiss you, running his hands over the lace of your panties, before lifting you around him until you were in a straddle. 

“J-”

“Please just be with me right now…we’ll figure out all the other messy shit later…just please…please let me love you…” He asked behind clenched teeth as your body pulled to reject him. He was your friend. He was your boyfriend’s friend-your boyfriend, who would be crushed at this betrayal. And yet, JJ’s hands made your skin feel alight in a way John B’s never could. His breathlessness, the desperation he had in his need for you. It was what you wanted. HE was what you wanted. And for that, you ignored that pull in your heart and replaced it with the lust in the moment, as you slowly nodded to him. 

In one swoop, you were on your back, his lips soft but deep against your own until you were panting against him for a break in breath. Granting this, he descended down your jaw and then your neck, hands rising to your breasts, and teasing the perimeter of your bra until your fingers brought him higher. 

“You’re perfect…” He breathed as you nodded towards him. 

“I wish I wasn’t the first…” Your expression contorted in confusion as this contradicted his former speech, “Because I don’t want it to hurt…” He looked up over you. 

“So I’m going to make sure you’re wet enough so the pain won’t last long, okay, sweetheart?” Your skin chilled as he kissed between your breasts, down your stomach, and to your thighs, where your breath hitched in anticipation. He cast a smirk before pulling your panties slowly from your waist and discarding them with a carless drop to his side. 

“Has he ever…”  You shook your head as he failed to hide his smirk. 

“Good…” He pressed a line of soft kisses within your thigh, leading to your core. 

“You do whatever you need to…yell, pull my hair…but don’t grin and bear it, okay? If you don’t like something, you have to tell me…I want you to feel good-that’s all I want…” You nodded as he returned to your thighs, leading closer to your sex as your eyes came closed to the loving kiss he made upon your lower lips. The rush of electricity suddenly between your thighs silenced your reservations that attempted to return, as his hands wrapped around your thighs to pull them apart. 

“I’ve got you, princess…Let me take care of you…” Your eyes came closed into a screwed stillness while you clenched your jaw to try and remain quiet. Even if your parents were separated from you by an entire floor, you didn’t want anything to ruin this moment, including their curious intrusion. But as his fingers moved to divide your clitoral hood and truly explore your clit with the flicks of his tongue, you struggled to remain silent. This worsened as your eyes came open momentarily to find him looking up at you in a survey of your reactions to him. 

“JJ…” You moaned. 

“Is that good?”

“I…I feel-”

“Let it go, sweetheart, let me have it-”

“It’s too much, I-” He smirked for a moment at the thought of THIS being too much in contrast to what was still to come.  For that, he would allow you a moment’s reprieve. 

“I need to get you ready for me, sweetheart…Let me try this…” He pulled his middle finger through your folds, making it wet enough for effortless insertion, before taking it inside of you. Immediately, your legs clasped together and your back arched to the curve made of his fingers. 

“I know it’s hard, baby…but you gotta get past the first few seconds…okay? I swear you’ll feel so good…but I’ve gotta get you ready for me…” He repeated this as you nodded, opening your legs as he repeated the process with a second finger, through your folds and then inserting its way into you. 

“Shit, you’re so tight…” He breathed to himself, steadying the urge to ravage you with his own selfish carnality. But he meant what he said. He wanted to savor this. 

“Can you try three?” You nodded, clawing at the sheets as he groaned to that third finger before you wrapped your hand around his wrist. 

“I need more…I need-”

“You’re not there yet-”

“J, please! I want you!” You whimpered as he growled to your plea, your body half spent already as it was breathless and willing beneath him; truly desperate. 

“We’ve gotta go slow, okay? I might need you to pace me…” You nodded as he undressed, your fingers helping with his shirt as you took in the stock of his body for a moment, before he was between your legs again. Only now, it was in nakedness. The sight of his cock was intimidating as it made your cheeks flush with embarrassment, before he teased your lower lips with him. 

“I want you to hold on to me…if it’s too much-”

“J please-”

“It’s gonna hurt…I don’t want to hurt you…” He regretted this moment for a second, wanting John B to be the one to have you so he could be with you and all you’d know was pleasure. But the thought of anyone else having you was too much to keep from acting on it, and so he remained steadfast. 

“Make love to me, JJ, please…” You trembled beneath him as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips while pushing his tip into you. 

Your fingers dug into his arms immediately, your body tightening around him as that initial pain was prominent above all else. Even as he spoke against your lips to breathe slowly, all you could focus on was the burn of his stretch. As your hands shook at his skin, he took them lovingly beside your head to pin them in place, before he moved to your neck and breast, stimulating you as he slowly continued his penetration. It seemed endless until he was completely inside of you, that thick shaft bottoming out against your cervix as you whined and whimpered in pain. 

“I’m so sorry baby…I know-Just keep breathing with me…” He steadied himself, setting his palms on either side of you as you nodded. 

“It’s gonna hurt just a bit longer…But I swear to God, I won’t stop until you feel good…okay? Anything you want…however long…I swear…” You nodded again as he began to pump slowly in recanting, thrusting in waves, testing your limitations as he’d slow when you’d wince, producing a soft kiss wherever he could, before repeating the process. This lasted until that burn turned into a tingling sensation and eventually pleasure. 

“Oh, J…Oh my God…” You began to breathe into him. 

“Does that feel good or does it still-” You began to move beneath him, toes curling into the backs of his calves as your winces turned to moans. 

“Faster…”

“Sweetheart-”

“Please…It feels so good…More, J-I need more…” You whipmered needily as he smirked, kissing your lips, before increasing his speed. 

“You feel so…so good…” He explained as he became lost in his own motions and you nodded. 

“Fuck!” He grunted as your hands wrapped within his hair, leading him back to your mouth. 

“Don’t stop-please…please don’t stop…”

“I don’t think I could if I tried…” He teased as you offered a momentary chuckle before whimpering beneath him. 

As his motions quickened, your bodies moved closer together. Fingers were more desperate and kisses were more thorough, words became nonexistent and all that came of sound was that of his hips meeting with yours in that carnal connectivity. Moans and groans filled the space as he took himself to your direction, slowing himself when your hands would come to his shoulders to motion such a thing, as he built himself to that edge, your body trembling for a distant one all your own. 

“I want you to come with me…I need to feel you with me…” You nodded. 

“Hold onto me…” You obeyed, arm around his neck and legs tightening around his waist, as you were taken back into a straddle. His hand took hold of your breast, leading it into a gluttonous feast, repeating the process with the second one, before ultimately climbing his kiss to your neck and to your jaw. 

“Use it…Use my cock to come, baby…I don’t want to move too fast…Because I swear I could split you in two with how badly I need you…So you do it…”

“I don’t know how to…”

“I’ll start…” He led his hands to your hips, guiding you up and down his shaft as your expression changed from worried to pleasure, his own following in suit. 

“Just like that…Oh shit…Take it, sweetheart…take it all for me…make yourself come…use me to make yourself feel good…” You nodded, stabilizing yourself in the grip made of his shoulders as his thumb now came to your clit. 

“Fuck! You belted as he slowed just for a moment before looking to your bedroom door. 

“Sweetheart-”

“Don’t stop, please don't stop!” He clenched, his chuckle fading into groans of pleasure as he nodded against your chest as your fingers moved throughout his hair. 

“J, I think I’m…It’s…oh fuck…JJ…JJ!” 

“Come for me, princess…Fuck…” He groaned against you, stationing you still as he finished the work necessary to take you to that high, the rush of that first orgasm making you shake beneath him as he held you in place. 

“Are you okay?” He asked quickly once recovering from his own high, his hands to your cheeks as you nodded. 

“J…”

“I know…I feel like-” But to what he expected to be berating, came your hands to his chest to pin him down. 

“Do it again…” 

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[halfmoth-halfman]

do you have any headcannons about designer dress you can disclose? every now and then i create some of my own, but it's great finding out about the "official" ones, like why did you choose canary as mc's moniker? are we going to find out more about laswell and price? maybe gaz's mom? she seems important... what about farah's relationship with john? and some tidbits as well, like why blue? why valeria's "day job" is fashion designer? sorry the questionnaire, any piece would be great! i'm just in awe with the whole ambience you've created. much love! xx

oh i’ve got plenty of headcanons. some i won’t go into too much detail about because it would dipping into spoiler territory, but here ya go:

gaz was a big momma's boy as a kid, and when she died so soon after his father it left him with a lot of big, confusing feelings for an 8-9 year old

he was angry at price for a long time after his parents' deaths and it wasn't until well into his teenage years that he started warming up to price

farah was adopted after gaz, when her parents were killed during price's and the 141's first go around with makarov when they were both building their "empires" (we'll go more into that in the next few chapters)

gaz and farah took to each other easily, often finding comfort in their similar struggles and complicated feelings for price

price does everything he can to help gaz and farah remember their parents, mostly out of respect and love for them and their parents, but also due to that quiet guilt that he's the reason their parents are gone

gaz goes back on forth on calling price dad, but always refers to farah as his sister

farah does not call price dad, it’s always either old man or price

farah does think of gaz as a brother, but can’t bring herself to actually call him that because it makes her think of hadir

farah and gaz are best friends through and through tho

price cannot visit their parents' graves with them, he doesn't feel he has a right to, and if he goes with one of them he’ll wait in the car until they’re done to go to the grave himself

price has talked about canary to gaz’s dad’s grave

i hc price's favorite color as blue in general, hence all the blue he puts his women in

there is a difference between the blues when he gets canary a dress vs when valeria makes her one

valeria's come in various shades of blue while price's are always the same shade of blue as his eyes

he is absolutely doing it as a way to mark his territory

graves loves his women in gold and jewels and designer, it's a way to show off his wealth and status and how much he spoils them

it's all part of a carefully put together show to make himself look good

makarov does not give a fuck about any of that

his women are on display as a way to taunt and tempt his enemies because they know better than to touch what's his and he drapes them in blood-colored fabric as warning

price had a playboy phase after his (amicable) divorce from kate and it only got worse when gaz’s parents died

he never loved or really cared for any of his significant others, knowing most were just after his money, status, or bragging rights - they used him and he used them as a stress relief

when gaz moved in to the manor, he tried a few short-lived relationships that never lasted more than a few months

he stopped completely when farah moved in

price tried dating once or twice when gaz and farah were older and things were more stable but it was never anything serious until canary

price has never been in love until canary

price, nik, and gaz's dad were bffs with farah's dad joining later, and nik loves gaz and farah like his own

at one point, shepherd was included in that little group

alex and farah had a romcom-esque meet-cute at a 141 gala where alex was a guest of kate's

alex fell first, farah fell harder

price, and the rest of the 141, are good friends with kate's wife, but they don't see her often since she's not involved in their business

kate tries to keep her wife separate from that side of her life for her own safety

roach, könig, and horangi live in a three-bedroom apartment because the third bedroom was originally ghost's

outside of soap, ghost is probably closest to roach and sees him as a younger brother

no one except ghost knows how old roach is, he changes the answer every time someone asks him

roach was not born mute, it happened during a bar fight where he shielded ghost from someone with a broken bottle

ale/val/rudy have known each other since they were kids

rudy always had feelings for alejandro but never said anything, content to be friends

alejandro and valeria dated first, they broke up when valeria and alejandro disagreed with how to run the vaqueros

alejandro and rudy started dating in that time, but rudy broke up with him when valeria came back and rudy felt like alejandro wasn't over her

it was a lot of drama and feelings being shoved down that culminated in one night of drinking, arguing about emotions, and eventually a threesome

the three have been together ever since

alejandro and rudy do not necessarily approve of what valeria does with her own business - she takes a very jason todd approach to it all (aka "you can't stop crime, but you can control it") - but she does get positive results so the arguments are few and far between

rudy is a doctor first and foremost, but he's always enjoyed cooking (something something cutting into meat the same way he'd cut into a body something something) and it was his own suggestion for him to be the club chef

valeria never intended to do fashion design, but she enjoys the finer things and has specific tastes for how she wants to look

since every tailor/designer she had hired eventually ended up disappointing her, she took up the job herself

running a club was nik's idea, and it took him a few months and a lot of badgering to convince price to go along with it

price agreed only because 13-year-old gaz mumbled that "it'd be kinda cool" one night at dinner

the singer position at the club was made specifically for farah because she found comfort singing songs her mother used to sing to her and hadir when they were little

on special occasions, soap will take over at the bar and alex will get on stage and play guitar alongside farah as she sings

soap was gaz’s friend that he introduced to the club and he became fast friends with everyone

eventually price hired him after recognizing how smart and perceptive soap was

soap is in his position for a reason, the guests are more than happy to ogle the handsome server with too many buttons undone and not notice that he's watching them back with a far sharper eye

soap and ghost were supposed to be a one-time thing meant for stress relief but ghost caught feelings and kept coming back

it took ghost ages to admit he cared for soap and when the realization hit, it scared the hell out of him but roach convinced him to talk it out with soap

soap is the only person ghost would ever disobey price for, but he would never admit that

alex gushes to gaz about farah nonstop and talks about how he knew he was going to marry her the moment they met

gaz was happy for them, but he never really got it...until he met tabby

nik sometimes gets too drunk and reminisces about his wife back home

no one knows if he actually has a wife, or where “back home” is, his stories are all the same, but the little details change every time

könig and horangi were together before they joined the 141, and könig moved in with roach and ghost completely unaware that they worked for price

the 141 refers to kortac as "könig's people" because it's a far more complicated system of contacts and connections that would take a week to describe

ghost’s entire spine pops when he gets out of bed in the morning, and it freaks soap out

roach was a track star in highschool

price has the highest kill count in the 141, soap and valeria have a not-so-friendly competition going for second place

canary got her nickname from her father

graves did have romantic feelings for canary at one point, but that quickly got overshadowed by his want for adler to recognize and approve of him

adler only approved canary and graves’s marriage because canary asked him to - the contract was his one condition for that approval

russell adler died two days after canary and graves got married

graves only has two preferences when it comes to his women: rich & powerful

price cares about his people, but it borders on a possessiveness that he keeps very well hidden

price has built a very strict set of rules about who his people kill and how far they can and cannot go

he will end business relationships if someone steps out of line

valeria has come close on several occasions

makarov does not care - he will kill men, women, children, old, young, pregnant, etc. blood is blood, it doesn't matter who it comes from

that’s not say price wouldn’t do what needs to be done to protect his people

price cares about family above all else, and he will go scorched earth on anyone who would dare to threaten or hurt them

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[samsexualdeancurious]

Candy and Whiskey

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Words: 1,101

Summary: Dean brought a little adult treat for trick or treating with the twins.

Warnings: Drinking, some kinda dirty flirting between adults.

Written for an Angel Patron request

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“Abby! Stay with your sister!”

The youngest of your twins slows her pace but only a bit. Dean chuckles softly. He’s already holding both of their candy buckets, pink and purple pumpkins swinging from the hand that’s not curled around your own.

“Abby,” you call again and she comes to a halt at the end of the front walk of the next house. She taps one little princess slipper-clad foot while she waits for the rest of your to catch up.

“You walk too fast,” Maggie complains.

Abby mumbles an apology and snatches her purple bucket from her dad. Together, the twins make their way up to the front door of the house where various little superheroes are receiving their shares of candy from an older woman in a pointed witch hat.

“I swear,” you sigh. “Those two.”

“They’ll slow down when they get tired,” Dean assures you.

“Yeah, and we’ll end up carrying them the rest of the way home.”

Dean laughs, digging in the inner pocket of his coat for something. He’s dressed like a cowboy, right down to a leather vest and sheriff’s star under his long dark coat. It’s a damn good look, especially with the dark hat completing the outfit. You can’t help but admire him for a moment before you realize what he has in his hand.

“You did not.”

He smirks and gives the flask a little shake. “Want some?”

You hesitate a moment and then grab the flask. It’s straight whiskey inside and burns going down but the warmth is welcome in the chilly Halloween night. You pass the flask back to Dean, who takes a sip of his own and tucks it away. You shake your head fondly.

“You’re a terrible influence,” you murmur as the girls skip back down the front walk to you.

“You love me.”

Apparently, the girls are okay with carrying their own buckets again, because they immediately start leading the way down the sidewalk to the next house. You lean into Dean and follow them.

You don’t drink a lot but the few sips you get as your little family makes its way around the neighborhood definitely have you leaning more towards tipsy as you get closer to home. The girls are still going strong, surprisingly. You suspect they’ve been sneaking candy when you weren’t looking. Just like their father, of course. You wouldn’t expect anything less.

“Have I told you yet how fucking hot you look tonight?” Dean murmurs, low for your ears only as the girls run, squealing, past some homemade ghosts hanging from a tree.

Your cheeks burn. Your costume isn’t anything particularly complicated, just something you threw together last minute - a black dress that’s a little reminiscent of Morticia Addams with a less extreme plunge to the neckline, paired with some kick-ass boots and a long blue cloak. You’d already felt good about yourself when you twirled in front of the bathroom mirror but something about Dean telling you how good he thinks you look always sparks warmth in your belly.

“You’re sweet,” you reply, giving him a little shove. You’re feeling all warm and fuzzy but you can’t tell if it’s from the whiskey or Dean pressing a kiss to your jaw.

“Mommy! Look at how big this candy bar is!”

Maggie is bounding down the steps, a king-sized Hershey’s bar clutched proudly in one fist. Abby is hot on her sister’s heels, her own Hershey’s bar held above her head for you to see.

“Wow! Those are big ones!” You crouch down to look at both candy bars. “Good job! Put them in your buckets so they don’t get lost.”

Both girls tuck their candy bars in their buckets with a reverence that has Dean muffling a snort.

“A few more houses and then we’re gonna head home,” he tells them. Both immediately start whining but a firm look silences their complaints. “Look how much candy you have! That’s enough to last you until next Halloween.”

“Not to mention, Dad’s going to stock up on more when it goes on sale tomorrow,” you tell the girls conspiratorially.

They giggle and Dean pouts but there’s no real heat to it. You shoot him a wink as the girls scurry off towards the next house.

“You’re trouble.”

His tone is low and a little dangerous. You can’t help a shiver of arousal at his words and your mouth goes dry but you somehow manage to muster a response.

“What’re you gonna do about it?”

Dean yanks you close, mouth pressed to the sensitive spot behind your ear when he says in a low growl, “You’ll find out when we get home.”

He releases you abruptly and calls for the girls to wait for him at the end of the next driveway. You’re left standing in the middle of the sidewalk, probably looking a bit stunned.

When you’ve shaken yourself back to reality and caught up with your family, Dean’s chatting amicably with your neighbor Cindy while the girls compare candy with her son, Hunter. You plaster on a smile that you really hope doesn’t show any of the absolutely filthy thoughts you’re struggling to push from your mind.

“Hi, Y/N!” Cindy is dressed as a cat to match Hunter’s dog costume. “Looks like the girls are having a successful night.”

“They got king-size Hersheys at the last house,” you tell her.

“Oh, those are always the best houses. I’m surprised neither of you stayed home to give out candy.”

“We-ell,” you say slowly, drawing the word out as you shoot your husband a pointed look. “Someone at the whole bowl of candy in secret, so we didn’t have any candy to give out.”

Dean blushes, adorable pink spots high on his cheeks as he rubs the back of his neck. Cindy laughs. When he’s distracted by Abby tugging on his coat and bends down to listen to what she’s saying, Cindy turns a knowing smile on you. She doesn’t say anything but you know exactly what she’s thinking. Every woman in the neighborhood has a massive crush on Dean.

After you say goodnight to Cindy and continue on your way, Dean loops his arm around your waist and tugs you in close.

“Want some more whiskey?” he asks and you shake your head.

“No.” You lean into his side. You should probably eat something when you get back to the house but the buzz you’re feeling is pleasant and warm in combination with the low-level arousal still burning in your belly. “No, I want to make sure I remember tonight.”

Dean groans.

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[lurkingshan]

10 Things I Love About Go Ahead

This is all @ginnymoonbeam’s fault. I was just minding my business, clowning around, and she whispers in my ear: There’s this great cdrama I got into. It’s about a found family formed from broken families. There are adorable motherless children. There are loving dads. They’re going deep on intergenerational trauma and they’re doing it right. I can’t stop watching it. I have a problem and it’s time for it to be your problem, too. (I’m pretty sure she said all that).

And because this kind of epic family drama is my emotional kryptonite, I absolutely could not resist. And thus, I spent the last two weeks weeping and wailing and rending my garments over one of the best family dramas I have ever seen. In my entire life. And I have watched a lot of them, folks, not even counting the western ones!

So I’m here to pay tribute to this absolutely beautiful show, and hopefully drag a few more folks into the absolute agony and ecstasy of this watch experience. Tagging @waitmyturtles and @neuroticbookworm in particular, who I’ve already bullied into watching this once their current drama projects end, @midnight-sun16 my fellow cdrama enjoyer, @troubled-mind my R88 bud, and @wen-kexing-apologist and @emotionallychargedtowel because I know they love a good intergenerational trauma yarn. So here we go: 10 (spoiler free!) things I love about Go Ahead.

These precious babies

Left to right, that’s He Ziqiu, Li Jianjian, and Ling Xiao. They met as tiny children and are siblings by choice, not blood. They are fiercely protective of one another and their chosen family unit. And they love each other so much it absolutely will cause you to burst into tears at random intervals.

My two dads

There are two biological fathers in the mix in our little family: Li Haichao and Ling Heping, aka Li Dad and Ling Dad. They’re not a couple, but rather two single dads who have decided to raise their kids together as one family unit. They love all their children equally regardless of blood ties, and while they show up for them in very different ways, they are both excellent fathers who never let them down when it counts.

A keen understanding of intergenerational family dynamics and how we pass our trauma on

This show is deeply interested in exploring the old maxim that hurt people hurt people, particularly in the context of intergenerational families and parent-child relationships. I don't want to say a lot more because you should get to see the various plotlines that dig into this theme unfold organically. But you can trust me that this show takes it seriously and knows exactly what it's doing with these stories.

The absolute respect for chosen family

I lost count of how many times this show explicitly affirmed the legitimacy of chosen families. The first (of many) times I burst into tears watching was in just such a scene. Our characters are often met with skepticism and confusion over their family unit, and they are not having it. It's really lovely how committed they are to loving and choosing each other despite societal norms and outside judgment.

Excellent side characters treated with dignity

This gif here is of my best girl Mingyue, who is one of many excellent side characters in this drama. In this show, everyone matters and everyone has a story, and the show treats even the antagonist characters with dignity and empathy. Often the sides get their own plots that are in fact quite important to the themes - no wasted time here (which is really saying something for a 40 ep cdrama).

Female friendship for the win!

Adult Jianjian lives with her longtime best friends Qi Mingyue and Tang Can, and the show delves into their friendship dynamics and the complicated twists and turns that spring up as they get older, begin careers, and start crushing on the same boys. I love the way they look out for one another, I love the way they fight, I love the way they give each other shit, I love the way they support each other. They feel very real as longtime besties who have become family.

Nuanced exploration of difficult mothers

I'm gonna let you find out who this is on your own, but I'll say this: the show has three distinct plot lines that explore mother-child relationships, and every single one is a banger. These mothers are difficult, their choices are suspect, their motives are complex, their behavior is frustrating as hell. Where you come down on how redeemable each of them is will really be up to you, but the show gives you plenty to chew on and invites you to look upon them if not with understanding, at least with as much empathy as you can muster. I'm gonna be thinking about these moms for weeks.

Sibling dynamics done right

The way these three interact, I tell you. They've grown up together, and so they have the bond of lifetime familiarity, but they also have no actual blood ties, so they must choose over and over again to be each others' family. And they always do, even when life makes it really hard for them to protect their closeness. Watching them find their way to each other and sink into their comfortable family dynamics is always a delight. There are also some key differences in the relationship dynamics between each pair of them, which the show explores extensively. Which brings me to...

A sweet and cozy romance

This is not a spoiler - the show tells you it's coming in the opening credits. And so instead of playing a Reply 1988 style game of who's it gonna be you know from the start who it's gonna be and the fun part is taking the journey to get there (though you can amuse yourself trying to figure out which of the child actors is going to grow into this tall drink of water). Let me be clear, though - this show is not a romance. The romance plot line is very well done, but it is mostly there as another means to explore the family dynamics and how they are affected by this major change in one of the core relationships.

Emotionally intelligent writing that never falters

If you've been following me for any length of time, you know how much I care about quality writing in my dramas. And this drama has some of the best writing I've seen in a family show, particularly in the emotional intelligence behind all the character interactions. The show will surprise you sometimes, but never because the characters act in ways you don't expect or that feel wrong. The writing is assured and the show never loses its grip on who each of these characters is at their core. You can sit back, trust that you are in good hands, and enjoy the emotional roller coaster all the way to the end.

#go ahead #intergenerational trauma challenge #WATCH IT FAM #cdrama #10 things #shan shouts into the void

[soft-for-them]

I don't know a thing about love - Daryl Dixon x plus size non-binary reader

Summary: A Daryl x plus size non-binary reader based off the song 'I don't know a thing about love' by the White Buffalo.

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.

A/N: This is both a non-binary reader and a plus size reader, so cis people this isn't for you. The reader has been left vague because this is a short fic and not all plus size non-binary people are afab (really, it's real problem with authors, non-binary people aren't women!) This is coming from your very own non-binary/queer op. 👍

Everyone knows that you and Daryl Dixon are partners but everyone also knows that your relationship, or lack thereof, is complicated.

It’s clear you love each other, Rick or Carl could tell you (with various amounts of excitement) about the first time the two of you met, how Daryl’s eye widened, how you smiled like you had be given the sun and moon.

From the very start of joining Rick’s group you had it hard. Having to explain to people that you’re non-binary and not a man or woman was hard, both for yourself because you were coming out again to complete strangers and for them for most of the group aren’t queer.

Carl got it straight away, he happily used your preferred pronouns and asked you many questions most of which weren’t about being trans but where about random this like comic books and how your survived.

Rick, Carol, Glenn and Maggie learnt quickly too whilst the rest took their time getting used to someone so different to their heteronormative life.

Maybe it was because living people are hard to come by, maybe it’s because most of the bigots of the group had met their grizzly end but somehow you feel safer with Rick’s little rag tag group of survivors then the people you house shared with before the apocalypse arose.

Then there’s Daryl.

Now don’t get me wrong, the first few weeks of you joining Rick’s crew he didn’t talk to you, he just stared at you. He was raised by bigoted people and he was trying to be better, before the end of times even began he was trying to be better. He wasn’t racist or homophobic like his dad or brother nor did he go out his way to antagonise anyone (for he isn’t Merle after all) but still he was learning.

He was drawn to you, it made him panic just a bit but he has long realised that he isn’t so straight, that he identifies with both Bisexual, Pansexual and Queer, that he didn’t need a label for one he loves you and two who fucking cares.

But still it took a long time to come to terms with, thankfully you were there with him to help.

He remembers one day when you still were new and everyone was still stuck in the prison out the blue he asked about your jacket, an oversized black denim jacket sparsely covered in handmade patches.

You told him about the small amount of patches that you had; a non-binary flag on the breast pocket, an anti-Nazi patch on your arm, two ridged band patches that really should have been ironed on instead of sew on dotted around, tin badges decorating the collar like a jewelled necklace.

Over the years the jacket has evolved like he has, both have become more outward and full of love.

Daryl still cracks a smile at the back patch adorning your jacket made out of an old t-shirt of Carl’s that depicted a superhero dog.

You and Daryl talk, sleep close, sneak kisses when people aren’t looking, go hunting together, laugh at each other’s silly jokes. You’re out going and talkative whilst he stands back quiet and stoic his eyes always filled with love for you. You share clothes like it’s nothing, he loves holding you close at night the feeling of your plush body against his better than any bed or pillow, he knows you in and out, as do you for him.

But somehow still the two of you have never breached the subject of how much you love each other, you’ve neither had the conversation trying to figure out what to call one another.

Well not until today.

Sitting idly on the front porch of a nice enough house in Alexandria you work away under the watchful eye of your lover.

It was no surprise that you and Daryl were put together in the same home, neither is it a surprise that you both sit so close as the sky starts to turn orange, the sun slowly setting and the moon rising into the sky.

Knees touching, you carefully try to stick on a new patch onto your jacket next to one of many pride flags you’ve acclimated over the years.

Daryl leans over watching you quietly sew wonky stitches, his face almost pressed to the side of your round cheek.

“You know what Daryl?” you whisper, eyes flickering up to look up at him.

He just hums out a yes.

“When I first met you I didn’t know anything about love, I don’t think I fully know a thing about love now but with you I- I well-“ you face goes warm, your fingers stop sewing as he looks up at you with sparkling eyes, “-I think I’m learning because of you.”

He just stares at you for a moment, shock and what you assume is love morphing his face into a sweet smile.

That moment disappears as he leans down and kisses you, his chapped lips gentle on yours, your hands dropping your handiwork on your lap to hold his face in place.

You pull away first but still hold onto him with pin pricked hands, eye still connected staring like a fool at him, happiness flooding through your bodies.

“For years I was told I’d never find love because of who I am-“ you begin again still in a whisper, the thoughts of the long dead people who said such cruel things being pushed away by the many memories of your and Daryl.

You push a piece of his long brown hair back from his face, you smile growing big and proud.

“- but I had been looking for love below and above despite all the dead roaming around and then there you were.”

He lets out a small chuckle, one that isn’t filled with malice like old lovers did but one filled with a joy you’ve only seen for yourself.

“Do you?” he asks covering your wondering hands with his, “Because I do, I love you.”

“So many eyes in the world are searching for love and somehow I find you, of course I love you Daryl.”

The two of you laugh together as you kiss again, the set of wings you were stitching onto your jacket fully discarded as the kiss deepens.

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[pisupsala]

Where Else Would I Be? | Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Summary | He's been gone for so long.

Pairing | Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x fem!reader / Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x fem!oc (no use of y/n)

Warnings | swearing, mild angst, mostly fluff

Words | 1.5k

Note | This is just a small, indulgent one-shot idea I've been toying with. Could be read as part of One For The History Books, but also works as a standalone.

Library

 ***

It's so hot, you can feel a bead of sweat trickle down your spine. Your sundress is sticking to you uncomfortably as you try to look over the crowd gathered on the pier in Norfolk. Friends and family carrying signs and banners have gathered to welcome the sailors of the Gerald R. Ford back from seven months out on sea.

That also marks seven months since you've last seen Bradley Bradshaw.

Standing in the crowd of people waiting for their loved ones, you wonder if you should have made a sign too. You feel a bit awkward standing there empty-handed. To make it even more awkward, Bradley doesn't even know you came here.

Shit. Maybe this wasn't a such great idea.

You fell into a fast and heavy romance with Bradley after meeting him almost 18 months ago. Out of those 18 months, he had spent about 12 on various detachments. He never invited you to welcome him back ashore—as in, he never brought it up as an option—but would rather make his way to your place to spend his free days with you. Preferably in your bed.

Aside from the day, he would never really share any details about his arrival, actually. You have a nagging feeling he might not actually want you here. Bradley guards some aspects of himself and his life very closely, and you have not been able to crack why. You guess it's because you have spent relatively little time together, but you selfishly want more.

So you did a little digging. You promised yourself that if it would be too complicated to pull off, you would leave it. You know which ship he was on, and the day of his return. From there, it was a phone call here, asking a favor there. So it was a bit more than a little digging, and you feel a bit like an imposter standing between all these people. Like an uninvited guest, you hang back in the crowd a bit. You're not even sure how long this whole thing is going to take—aircraft carriers have a lot of people on them.

Seeing the happiness and anticipation of the people around you, cheering and waving flags, you start to feel a little giddy too. The massive aircraft carrier is preparing for mooring, the deck lined with sailors standing to attention in their resplendent Navy whites. Despite how far away it is, and you couldn't possibly tell from where you're standing, you strain to see if Bradley is on deck too, just hoping to catch a glimpse of him.

You've been standing in the burning sun for over an hour now. The August heat is stifling; the asphalt under your sandals almost burning through your soles. The ship has finally moored and is being prepared for disembarking now. On deck, sailors are shouting and waving to the people on the pier. The anticipation is rising: kids calling for their mom or dad, parents searching the crowd on deck for their son or daughter.

Finally, the stairs are connected and disembarking starts. The first sailors are starting to file out of the middle of the ship. You balance on your tiptoes to see if officers are coming out of the quarter deck. The surrounding crowd starts to move, children slipping past barriers to run up to their parents coming up the pier.

You stand rooted to the ground, unsure what to do now you see the sailors actually coming ashore. You haven't really thought this through. Mostly enlisted pass, only a few officers mixed in. But no Bradley.

After what feels like an eternity and wave after wave of white uniforms filing past you, you suddenly feel a jolt in your stomach. It's the glint from those all too familiar aviator sunglasses that catches your eye, after which the realization dawns on you.

It's him.

It's really him.

You almost didn't recognize him—you've seen him in uniform before, but never to the nines like this without a single wrinkle or crease on the fabric of his summer whites and with a cap on. He looks like you've dreamed him into existence, and it knocks the breath out of you.

Bradley hasn't noticed you. He has a smile on his face as he claps a fellow officer on the back. The moment he turns away, his mouth sets in a hard line.

“Brad- Bradley!” You call out to him over the crowd excitedly, waving. He doesn't hear you over the voices and commotion. He walks faster than the people around him, determined to get off the pier as fast as possible. Separated by rows of people waiting and a barrier, you call out again to no avail.

Ok, this was not how you imagined this was going to go as you watch Bradley leg it past your position with what you can only describe as an annoyed look on his face.

You start moving too, half jogging to keep up with his pace, weaving through the mass of people.

“Bradley!” You call out again. “Over here!” 

For a second you think he might have finally heard you as he stops. Your heart is beating in your throat. Did he hear you?

Unfortunately, he turns to another sailor, and they shake hands quickly before he starts moving again, slinging his seabag over his shoulder. It has given you the chance to actually almost catch up with him from your side. The end of the barrier is almost in sight—unfortunately, that's also where the crowd is the thickest.

You start moving past the waiting families to the end of the barrier, hoping to get there before Bradley completely misses you. You are so close now—there's maybe one row of people between you and him.

“Bradley!” He cannot not hear you now. No reaction. For fuck's sake, that man needs his hearing checked.

“Rooster!” You blurt out his call sign in a desperate attempt to get his attention. You've never called him that before, but it feels like it's the right thing to say at this moment.

Bradley stops dead in his tracks. He turns around so suddenly he almost smacks a passing sailor in the head with his seabag. The moment he locks eyes with you, it's like time slows to a crawl.

You smile and wave. His expression is unreadable. You falter. The family that had been standing in front of you suddenly moved away. You feel strangely exposed, and you can see him look at you from head to toe with that same unreadable expression. Is he shocked? Mad maybe?

You suddenly feel embarrassed —you picked this sundress because it's what you wore when you kissed Bradley for the first time, pressed up against his car at sunset. He also once drunkenly confessed that when he dreamt of you, you were always wearing that dress.

You thought he'd appreciate it, but now you're not so sure. Time is going so slowly, but it feels like lead is pouring into the pit of your stomach. Did you overstep? Around you, people are still moving around having their own reunions, although you feel like you're at the center of a black hole in all this happiness—everything sounds muted, everything looks blurred. Only Bradley is in sharp, crisp contrast for you.

He takes off his sunglasses and stuffs them into his pocket. He looks weary.

“Bradley...” You start, uncertain, reaching out to him. Why isn't he saying anything? Instead, he pushes the seabag off his shoulder, and you watch it fall to the ground almost in slow motion.

It hits the ground with a dull crashing sound, shattering the tension.

Time speeds up again as Bradley grabs your outstretched hand into his and effortlessly pulls you to him. Still without uttering a single word, he crashes his lips into yours with such desperation it almost hurts. The moment his skin touches yours, it washes away all insecurities and ignites every ember of passion in you. You've missed him so much, you need him even more. You eagerly wrap your arms around his neck, knocking his cap askew on his head.

His hand is splayed on the small of your back, pressing you into him. The mission ribbons on his chest poke into the exposed skin of your collarbone. You lightly run your nails through the soft short hair on the back of his head, nibbling at his bottom lip. Bradley lets out a deep sigh against your mouth before he captures your lips again in a searing kiss. How could you have ever doubted he hadn't missed you as much as you have missed him? Bradley finally breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against yours for a moment.

“I - I thought I was dreaming when I saw you.” He sounds breathless, but his eyes shine with happiness. “I still cannot believe you are here.”

You smile up at him, gently resting your palm on his cheek. Bradley presses a kiss at your pulse point.

“Where else would I be?”

   ***

note | Yeah, ok, so halfway through writing this I found out that the aircraft leave the carrier a few days before return to shore, but today I'm taking fluff over facts.

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[leoandraphssoulmate]

Watercolors

A TMNT Easter Short (Can be any iteration you wish!)

I had 90s TMNT in mind while writing this. I just think that the 90s version of Leo is super sexy! 💙💙💙💙💙💙

90sLeoxReader

FLUFF

You stood in your apartment smiling, your hands running through the box of colorful Easter grass on the table. You didn’t think that it would arrive on time, but it did. Along with four bright Easter baskets and various Easter candies. Your eyes lingered on the bright blue basket for a few seconds, your heart squeezing. You imagined how his face would light up when you handed it to him. Leo. The leader of not only his brothers, but your heart as well. 

You bit your lower lip, a sigh escaping your lungs. When you first met them, having just been accosted, you were just grateful to have been rescued. You had absolutely no idea that the fearless leader would spark something deep inside you as his beautiful blue eyes met yours. 

You didn’t see the shell on his back. You didn’t notice that his hands were two times the size of yours. No. All you saw was his smile. The way it met his eyes when he approached you that day. You saw his light, the way he moved with care. Slowly, tenderly, reaching out for you. 

“Hey.” He said softly. “It’s ok. We’re here.”

You stared up at him from your crouched position. Your heart beating wildly in your chest. No longer from fear. Oh no. Something much more powerful. Slowly you rose, your legs wobbly. You stumbled forward and Leo quickly took hold of your forearms, steadying you. His touch! Your skin sung with an exquisite electricity, snaking upward towards your shoulders. You gasped. Leo’s eyes widened. “Did you feel that?” You breathed. He nodded, slowly. 

Nothing would ever be the same for you two again. 

“Are you ready, my child?” Master Splinter’s voice broke through your reverie. 

You grinned, spinning to face him, unaware that a few tears had managed to escape your eyes. “Are you alright?” He said, concern causing his whiskers to pull downward as he pointed to your face. 

You brought your fingers up to your cheeks. “Oh.” You smiled slightly. “These aren’t sad tears, dad.”

“I see.” His warm brown eyes glistened. “Memories are powerful things.”

“Yes. They certainly are.” You grinned, Leo’s smiling face flashing through your mind. 

“Might I ask what you were remembering?” He asked, stepping around you and up to the table. 

“Oh, I uh,” You quickly blushed. “I was thinking about the time I first met Leo.”

Splinter chuckled. “Ah! Yes. A very complicated memory to be sure. One that both elicited pain and happiness?”

You closed your eyes for a second, his words hitting deeply. “Yes.” As you opened your eyes, he closed his thin soft hand over yours. 

“Fear not, my child. Though the memory remains, the pain is also now nothing but a memory. I am glad that my son was able to counterbalance such a dark time in your life.”

You nodded. “So am I, dad. So am I.” 

“So, how are we supposed to put these together?” He smiled, motioning to the baskets. 

For the next hour, you and Master Splinter carefully constructed each Easter basket with care. Master Splinter added his own twist to the baskets, placing several Japanese coins in with the candy along with Bonsai tree clippings wrapped with silk. “These are for good health and good luck.” He winked, placing the last of the coins in Michelangelo’s basket. 

“I think that’s beautiful.” You smiled. “A nice blend of traditions.”

Master Splinter cleared his throat as he grabbed the cellophane. “I agree. There’s always room for new things. New rituals. Different ways to do things. As long as there is love involved, it should not matter.”

You were practically bursting at the seams with excitement as you and Master Splinter entered the lair, two baskets each in your arms. The guys had never had an Easter before. In fact when you approached Master Splinter about it, you were unsure he’d even go for it. You knew that they practiced Shinto and didn’t want to risk offending anyone with your idea. But when you pitched it to him, he was open to the idea and liked that you were willing to share the Easter tradition with them. You explained that you only really did it for the candy and thought that the guys would get a kick out of getting Easter baskets with goodies. 

Now, crossing the living room to the kitchen, knowing that Leo would be sitting at the table with a cup of tea steaming before him, you smiled, trying to contain yourself. Somewhere behind you, you heard Mikey squeal and your excitement boiled over into a laugh as you rounded into the kitchen. Leo looked up from his comic book, his bright blue eyes widening as you set his basket down on the table, the tea packets behind the cellophane catching the overhead kitchen light, making them shine. 

“What’s this?” He smiled, slowly standing, his chair scraping across the floor. 

You gently set Raph’s basket down, some of the contents shifting slightly. “It’s for you.” You breathed. “Happy Easter, Luv.” 

Leo smiled, pulling you to him, his arms wrapping around you. You pressed your cheek to his plastron, grinning. This was home. He was home. Suddenly the basket, the kitchen, and everything else in the world, no longer existed. All that was left and all there ever was and will forever remain, was love. 

(The contents of Donnie's basket) 💜💜💜💜💜💜

(The contents of Leo's basket)💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

(The contents of Raph's basket)❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

(The contents of Mikey's basket)🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

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[extasiswings]

As someone who never watched bones, the bones blueprint???

What is the Bones blueprint? WELL, LET ME TELL YOU. So Bones is the show with one of, if not THE hetero slow burn ship of classic Fox procedural shows in the mid-2000s-early 2010s. (Pretty much every main network had at least one major procedural slow burn at a time. Fox had X-files, then Bones. ABC had Castle. CBS had NCIS and The Mentalist…you get it). So, let me set the stage with our characters:

Seeley Booth, played by David Boreanaz. Booth is an FBI Agent and former Army Ranger (with a Bronze Star and a Purple Heart and a certain amount of PTSD that he doesn’t like to discuss). Catholic. Complicated relationship with his family. More than a little repressed. Definitely needs therapy (and gets it eventually—at first when he’s required to go, and voluntarily in later seasons). Good at and devoted to his job. Single Dad who feels like he missed out on a lot of the early years of his son’s life and worries about being a good father (he asked his ex to marry him when she got pregnant, but she turned him down even though she loved him—at least early on in the series even though they aren’t together it’s discussed that they have a tendency to fall into bed not infrequently) [I swear I’m not making this up]. Anyway, you get the picture.

And behind Curtain No. 2, we have:

Temperance Brennan (Bones), played by Emily Deschanel. Brennan is a forensic anthropologist. Super smart, super scientific, doesn’t have great social skills, but definitely has the whole “perceived as cold but actually feels things very deeply” thing going on. Tragic backstory. She’s also a novelist.

So! Booth and Brennan. They work together, they’re partners, they solve murders. And, naturally, they have the whole opposites thing that works for them—she’s very book smart, he’s very street smart, she believes in facts and science and logic, he believes in intuition and gut feelings and faith, etc. etc. As is often the case with the aesthetic of the crime procedural slowburn ship, they start out sort of reluctantly working together, but eventually develop a real partnership built on trust and friendship (and love!).

Early on, she has some things in her past with her family that she asks for his help investigating so that she can get answers. There’s also a time in the second season where Brennan gets kidnapped by a serial killer and buried alive while Booth is stuck trying to find her, which in addition to still being just An Episode(™) remains one of the great, classic, early-in-the-slowburn “I almost lost you and it made me feel Some Kinda Way, but no no we’re just friends really, nothing to see here” defining arcs, especially since Brennan starts dating someone not too long after. The same serial killer returns in season four and snatches Booth that time, and then it’s Brennan’s turn to find him (with the help of Booth’s younger brother). Anyway, classic slow burn—there’s a lot of Implication that you could read into if you wanted throughout the first several seasons, but not necessarily super concrete (although they get caught under the mistletoe once), and there are several rounds of saving each other in various ways as over the years they just become closer and closer until they’re Partners(™) in every way (even when they’re dating other people).

What’s making me yell and scream today though, is: the S4 finale and S5. In the S4 finale, Booth is in a coma after having brain surgery. He has a wild coma dream where he and Brennan are married and they run a nightclub, but there still ends up being a murder—ANYWAY, irl Brennan basically spends the whole time he’s in a coma at his bedside, but then he wakes up and he has no memory of who she is. Pivot to S5, Booth remembers her again, and also feels like he might have romantic feelings for her, but (in part because of some third party commentary) questions whether they’re real or just a side-effect of the surgery. He sort of tells her anyway, but flubs it massively. Later in the season, we get Booth’s son being concerned that his dad doesn’t have a girlfriend, both Booth and Brennan separately getting relationship advice from third parties, and Brennan getting asked out by a new guy. And then! The 100th episode.

The 100th episode, which reveals the start of the series wasn’t their first case, they worked together once before and kissed and almost slept together, but hadn’t ended up going all the way. And after they’re done telling their story, Booth finally stops and kisses her and gets to give his big damn love confession, lays it all on the line, tells her he’s always known she was the one and wants to really try…and she freaks out and cries and turns him down, and he accepts it but says he has to move on. And then they both date other people before fully running away from each other for many months (Brennan on an anthropological dig, Booth back to Afghanistan for the military). (And then, when they come back, she’s ready to put on her big girl pants and give it a shot, except that he went and got a girlfriend who he seems happy with so we all get to suffer through a season of angst and pining while he proposes to someone who isn’t Brennan etc while everyone else is like “you’re still in love with her though” but they do sleep together by the end of S6 and ultimately get married and have two more kids (not in that order)).

So, yeah—the blueprint! Making me especially crazy because here we are with Buddie on a Fox procedural, 4 seasons since they really started trying it seems to make Buddie something potentially real, and Buck is heading into a coma where he's about to hallucinate another life, and the 100th episode is coming up near the beginning of next season (and I really hope Fox learned from Bones that there's such a thing as dragging out the slow burn too much and just lets them be happy after the big damn feelings reveal but XD).

#chapel talks #chenfordsblog #me: I've connected the dots #everyone: /backing away slowly

[melrosing]

Do you think its fair to say Jaime was complicit/responsible in Tywin's war crimes (Raynes of Castamere, sack of Kings Landing, Riverrun) because he kept staying by his side while he was alive, and didnt revolt against him? (ftr this question doesnt steam from any fandom fight, at least not recent, and not on tumblr if you're worried)

I think this is an interesting question, but reaching the answer always feels weirdly mathematical, leaving out the human element of 'what would you do if you were Jaime'. To me that's the more interesting question, and I think it's the one ASOIAF more often poses.

Like Jaime genuinely can't help who his dad is: the Reynes of Castamere happened before he was born and Tywin ascended to his seat as Lord of the Rock when Jaime was like... one, so he's basically been born into war crimes. It doesn't matter if he likes his dad and what he does (and plainly he doesn't) - this is just a grim reality that's out of his control. He doesn't like that his father employed the bloody mummers, or Gregor Clegane, or what happened to Elia, Rhaenys and Aegon... but what can he do, his dad's this godlike being, the most powerful man in the country (even if Robert nominally is), and that is the way Tywin has chosen to do things.

And if he were to revolt... well, I think Jaime is disillusioned by the alternatives: the KG were corrupt, Robert's corrupt, Aerys was Aerys - so whatever, he's a Lannister and so he's Tywin's team, it is what it is. That seems like a pretty real resignation to me - someone whose ideals were crushed at a young age just strips things back to their bare bones and decides he's on his family's side if he's on anyone's, so fuck the rest.

But obviously in ASOS Jaime's forced to confront exactly what Tywin's legacy meant for Westeros and what it has meant for his family, and that instills more conflict in him over his complicity. So following Tywin's death, again, there's the fact that he hates the allies Tywin's made them (the Freys, Sybell Westerling, etc) and admires the Starks' allies (the Tullys, the Blackwoods, Jeyne Westerling, etc) and wants peace and order and crops for the smallfolk... but the fact remains that if he wants to protect his family, he has to uphold Tywin's legacy - because that is the fragile foundation of their security.

If he doesn't preserve this, his children, sister and extended family have about five minutes left on this earth. He can say he wants peace and amends but men like Brynden Tully fundamentally do not believe him capable of it, so in AFFC we see Jaime regularly struggling with doing what he has to do in the way he'd prefer to do it whilst convincing everyone else it's Tywin's way of doing things, because that's the bluff that's holding all this together (until it isn't).

Because it fundamentally doesn't come down to whether Jaime is or even wants to be complicit or not, it comes down to what will happen if he's not. And now that he's pulled away from the Lannisters to run off into the woods on a zombie adventure with Brienne... what is going to happen to his children. What is going to happen to Cers. What, most imminently, is going to happen to Genna and Daven lol. The answer is nothing good, because they were only safe as long as Tywin's campaign of fear lived on, and it died with him. Unfortunately Jaime was born at the start of that campaign of fear and so born into complicity, with everything he loves as a stake in that. and IMO this is so much more interesting than just pointing at the various stages in the narrative where he could've gone 'fuck you dad it's your dream not mine'

#ask #jaime lannister #asoiaf #also thank you for letting me know this is not drama sourced lol #good to know I won't be getting any visits from that random ass blogger again

[ludwigbeilschmidts]

a symptom of being human - pruk

master post.

how did they meet?

they both actually go to the same university and study the same thing (art history), but they don’t talk because they sat WAY apart from each other. maybe bumped into each other on campus once or twice but since they both also live on opposites sides of town they don’t even ride the same bus.

they meet, instead, at a demo. it’s a left wing antifa demo and they don’t actually have a lot to do with each other, just kinda marching beside each other until the cops come and they run away together.

and then they’re like “wait i’ve seen you around before”- that’s how they realize they go to the same uni.

what made them realize they love each other?

it’s complicated.

you’d think they’d be fwb first and then slowly fall in love, but you’d be wrong.

gil usually sleeps around but since he came out of a pretty shitty relationship he doesn’t want to just fuck around with people who might have transphobic thoughts in their head.

so he wants to find out what kinda person artie is before fucking him.

artie is a proper english gentlemanTM.

he’s also just glad to have a friend bc he’s lonely.

he doesn’t really have any friends aside from his online buddies.

so he is happy to just hang out with gil but WHOOPS guess he’s gay.

he realizes too late he’s catching feelings and at that point he’s well past forgetting about it.

gil, ironically, realizes around the same time, and after some long talks with his dad, decides he should confess.

also knows that if artie says yes he’s gotta come clean about being trans.

he hasn’t planned for shit but arthur also decides to confess, so the day comes, they’re studying together, just hanging out in arthur’s room and arthur goes “i’m kinda in love with you”.

and gil is like “holy fuck i was about to tell you the same thing bro. cool. are we dating”

he then, rather nonchalantly discloses that he's trans, because that's an important piece of information for arthur to know.

arthur does not care and gilbert is very happy to be his boyfriend regardless. does not tell him about the whole dying thing because he’s not yet convinced it’ll last. boy is he surprised when two years later arthur proposes.

random hc's.

gil and arthur are a power couple, they sass each other constantly, but they're also mean girls when it comes to everyone else.

they also work surprisingly well in a domestic setting. casual squabbles about who has to do the dishes and take out the trash.

they switch between german and english pretty regularly. sometimes gilbert will talk in german and arthur will talk in english. this happens especially in the mornings, when they're both too lazy to switch languages. sometimes they'll switch mid-conversation as well.

after they've gotten married gilbert develops passionate opinions on tea, and arthur develops passionate opinions on bread. sharing your culture or something.

arthur and gil have two dogs (rita and hugo, named after hugo the jungle creature). rita is a german shepherd and arthur's dog, and hugo is a swiss shepherd and gilbert's dog. they had hugo first before arthur decided he wanted his own.

arthur had the "perfect proposal" when he proposed to gil, because gil would always complain about proposals in movies and how he would hate that, and arthur asked him then what the perfect proposal would be, and he'd kept that in mind ever since.

they do visit the uk together regularly, mainly to see arthur's family, but also just as a vacation spot.

gilbert makes fun of how arthur talks, except that because arthur is the main person he speaks english with aside from alfred, but obviously he talks to arthur way more he starts adapting a "bri'ish" style of speaking english.

arthur makes fun of him for it instead, in a shocking turn of events, except arthur adopts various german slang terms and phrases that he sprinkles in without knowing whenever he is speaking german. they're both great at making fun of the other for doing things they do themselves.

arthur tries to get him to say "innit" and gilbert refuses.

arthur: one day you will say it.

gilbert: you don't even say it?!

he does end up saying it and arthur is ridiculously proud of himself.

regarding gilbert dying.

terminal illness! discussion of death and dying!

gilbert's illness is a looming threat in their relationship. an eventuality. arthur is not handling it well but he's trying to. for gil.

when arthur proposed, gilbert and him had a very, very long talk about gil's illness and what that meant for the future of their relationship.

about them not being able to have kids, and that they won't be together for long.

after they had that talk about, arthur decided to marry him regardless.

"if i can't stay with you for the rest of my life i at least want to stay with you for the rest of your life".

gilbert makes joke about him dying and arthur is deeply uncomfortable with them, and it tends to be a big point of argument between them. arthur and ludwig often talk about that subject, though, because they're both the person that understands the other best.

arthur tries to not talk about it too much with gilbert, because doesn't want him to feel guilty about how scared he is of their future. of his future, without gilbert in it. he's having trouble planning ahead, and he doesn't want to plan ahead, either.

he's lost in the present.

gilbert knows, of course he knows, he'd be stupid to not know. and he tries to not have it be the focal point of their relationship, but of course, sometimes things get too much to handle, for both of them. they cry about it, together and they don't necessarily feel better, but it's cathartic enough that they can focus on the here and now again.

#hetalia #pruk #hws prussia #hws england #prueng #engpru #asobh

[donnerpartyofone]

Various Social Situations, Which After Writing Them Down I Realize All Involve Money

My dear hairdresser friend is always very intense about how much she loves me and misses me and wants to hang out, but I think I've seen her for a non-hair reason maybe two or three times in ten years. I do not believe she's hustling me, I think she is genuinely very busy and stressed out and VERY easily discombobulated, and she always has some romantic drama going on that takes up most of her non-work energy. Even when I make a hair appointment with her it's always a crap shoot whether she's actually going to keep it. So, it's hard for me to reciprocate her emotional messages when what always happens is that I say "We can hang out any time you want, just let me know!", and then I never hear from her again unless I make a hair appointment. When I started running out of money recently and told her I can't get haircuts for a while but we can still spend time together, I could see she was totally panicking. She just can't figure out how else to interact with almost anyone she isn't dating or related to.

I am always struggling to make plans with one of my few close friends who I don't need a plane or a train to visit. I adore him but we both have kind of complicated lives and I only wind up seeing him a few times a year. He's a single dad and works like a dog, and I always have some idiotic health thing (mental or otherwise). He's also having a really hard time finding room in his life to write and record music, which is basically the life support system for his heart and mind, so that's bad. Sometimes we fantasize about coming up with some sort of joint effort to connect us, like opening a little venue or movie theater, but I don't think either of us has the right head for business. I think both of us feel like huge flakes at this point, but at least the feeling appears to be mutual and no one is mad.

I've had a few friends who are hardcore careerists. None of them really like to admit this about themselves; they're all artists of some kind and certainly not cutthroat business types, but for various psychological reasons they're only really reachable through work. One of them was an old-old friend who formed a little writing group with me, and as soon as the writing was done I basically never heard from him again. That was a big part of how I found out that, despite all his emotional language toward me, we weren't as close as I thought. Another one is struggling to reformat her life since a few of her loved ones became terminally ill, and she's scared she's wasting her whole life on work alone. A third one is someone with whom I have collaborated on a life-changing creative project, and I'm so grateful for that, but I always have this suspicion that even though we both say we have this profound and irreplaceable connection, well, maybe I wouldn't know it was there if it weren't for the work. Whenever he calls me to catch up, it's squeezed between appointments of some kind. His social life seems to be totally made up of big group activities--games and shows and stuff--and I think it's because he would never find time to connect to anyone intimately 1-1. That's pretty much the opposite of me. He's in treatment for being a workaholic now so obviously he thinks this state of affairs is not good, but sometimes I feel like being a dick and asking him if he's REALLY sorry he's like this, or if he just feels like he SHOULD BE sorry.

[genx-y]

The difference between being invited to a family event and being welcome…

This is long, please feel empowered to scroll on by if family complexity isn’t your bag 😆

My dad’s family are having a get together, instigated by his cousin who lives in North Carolina (Wilmington, they’re very much the rich branch of the tree) who is coming over. He wants to see his extended family and so has hired a pub, way out in Beaconsfield. Everyone except me and dad live within a 30 min drive of there, it’s pretty far (he lives on the south coast, 2 hours drive of any of us - we are all as geographically fragmented as we are relationally - I know this seems like nothing to those in North America but we are a small country and our roads leave much to be desired). It’d take hours for me to get there, across London and out the other side. We’ve all been invited via text message to my brother who I’m fairly estranged from though no one wants to admit that, but our bit of the family are completely the square peg, individually and collectively. We’ve just never been properly included since my parents’ divorce, plus a few things since then wherein ‘they’ chose very fucked up loyalties and we cramp the style of what some of them want to believe is “such a nice family”.

The other thing? The date is New Year’s Eve, afternoon of.

Like, why? Transport here is bogus past about 3pm that day and I’m already hours away. Such a weird choice. I don’t know how dad would even get there, I don’t drive and no one else will put their hat in the ring because of the drive there and back. He’s a age where he can no longer drive that far and is overall not in great shape now, with health on the decline; he’s currently in hospital for various issues and has just contracted Covid there so 👍 If he goes, I don’t even know if his brother who lives there will offer to put him up (they have the space). Hence the comment about being invited vs welcome. So why do I even want to go if it’s this complicated?

There are a couple of cousins I love. S met some at my brothers wedding, but I would actually like her to meet my extended family at least once. And being honest, this is so likely to be the last time I get a chance to be around all these people. It’s hardly ever happened especially since my Nan passed in 2020, so this is really it. I’m guaranteed to have complex feelings about it either way, and I don’t want to regret not going.