#whew.

[b1adie]

. . . There seems to be a slight misunderstanding, my friend. At this table, you are the challenger. Because, unlike the house, the gambler knows exactly what they want.

AVENTURINE ◇ THE GOLDEN TOUCH

#FINALLY THEY SHOW HIM PLAYING AND HAVING FUN INSTEAD OF SUFFERING AND DYING #aventurine #aventurine hsr #hsr aventurine #honkai star rail #hsr #trailer gifs #my gifs #kakavasha #WHEW.

[idontlikeem]

gonna be normal about this angle in particular forever

#the scar the hair the pouty lips… #whew. #sidney crosby #deleting some tags because i was pissed off but all that does is contribute to negativity #all i'm going to say is: #none of us own this content #none of us have ownership over posting it #and if i want a version of just this picture on my own blog #i'm going to do it #and if someone has a problem with that i'd recommend DMing me :)

[cinnamo6]

#WHEW. #that’s all I’m saying. #sleep token #iii sleep token #sleep token iii

[legovasavouchi]

legally i am required to draw jokes (based on this post, you know the one X)

#goblinart #mp100 #reigen arataka #serizawa katsuya #literally thought of reigen when i first saw that post #hey i haven't drawn anything in WEEKS #whew. #employment be like

[kopivie]

trick-or-treat.

# — pairing: spidey!kazuha x gn!reader

# — characters: gender neutral reader, spider-man!kazuha

# — warnings: a little suggestive.

# — tags: fluff, kisses (bc who am i if not a madman for kisses), mild hurt/comfort, BANTER YIPPEE!!, this is zuzu's way of making up for the fact that he all but forgot kazuha's birthday, apology fic

# — notes: (PLEASE READ!!) this is... not at all what i intended to do. it's 1:30 am and i just came down from a much needed high. as my head cleared, i noticed that this fic was like, riddled with flaws, but i feel too good about this to second guess it and feel bad. anyways, this is heavily inspired by this fic that 🎻 anon sent in my asks, as well as a follow-up to this fic i wrote on @awlumii last year on kazuha's birthday. i hope you enjoy and please do let me know what you think! i could really use some feedback.

✦ — 🎃 — ✦

There's a knock on your door. You stare at the entry to your apartment and think: "How mean would it be if I ignored them right now?"

In your defense, you've been giving out candy all day. All. Day. You figured that there would at least have been a lull in the early afternoon since children had school to attend, but no — you've been giving out candy to all ages from as early as 10:30 this morning. It's a good thing you stocked up on candy late last month, otherwise you would've had to ruin the days of some very enthusiastic trick-or-treaters. So after setting aside a bucket full of your favorites and giving out the leftovers until about 10 at night, you finally thought yourself ready to curl up on your bed with your softest blanket. You were halfway to dreamland when some monster started pounding on your door.

(So maybe you're exaggerating a little. But who could blame you? You're tired and you want to sleep.)

And so, here you sit, your legs half-tangled in your weighted fleece blanket as you glare at your door and hope that your unwanted visitor is telepathic and gets the message that you want them to leave. Scram! you think. You raise your voice in your head. Get out of here. Shoo! Begone!

…They knock again. (Kind of a dick move if they can read minds.)

The groan you let out is obnoxiously loud and is most definitely heard by whoever is on the other side of the door. You hoist yourself to your feet and trudge to the door, but you don't open it quite yet. Judging by the fact that this person has yet to say anything, you figure that they're old enough to know when their presence is not welcome and left.

Wrong. You're too optimistic. They knock again.

You sigh and once again, hope that the sound carries through the door. "Who is it?" You try to make yourself sound as unfriendly as possible. Considering how cranky you are, you don't have to try very hard.

"Trick-or-treat..?" The voice on the other side is muffled by the door, but also by something else. Fabric, probably. All you know is that their voice is deep enough to be an adult's.

You click your tongue. "Trick." You almost snicker. It's a little refreshing not doling out treats for once. "Go home."

"Can I at least give you a treat?" The person asks.

You blink. They didn't leave? "Pretty sure that's not how it works," you reply. "I give you treats and you… I dunno, TP my house or something."

"Yeah, well," the person at the door chuckles, "I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to say 'trick', either. Since you're breaking the rules, it's only fair that it's my turn, right?"

Well… Shit. They have a point.

Impressed by the stranger's reasoning, you hum. "Fine. Let me find my costume." You turn to gather your costume and notice that you can't find the full thing. You were so eager to get to bed that you didn't hesitate to drop the thing in the wash. Not wanting to make the stranger wait too long, you improvise. You blindly grab the mask and the blue throw blanket you have folded up on your couch and tie it around your shoulder like a cape. It's a shitty excuse for a costume, but you reason that your exhaustion is a good excuse. You swing open the door and cross your arms over your chest. "Alright, what do you got for-- Oh."

Standing on the other side of your door is none other than Spider-Man himself. The two of you stand in silence as you take in each other's appearances. Then, after what feels like forever, he speaks. "So… a cape, huh?"

You don't hesitate — you grab your door and swing the thing shut as fast as you can, but Spider-Man is faster, catching the door in his gloved hand. You turn your back to him. The mask is obscuring his face, but you already know what expression he has underneath. "Don't say a word." You warn him.

Spider-Man pays you no mind. You can feel him lifting your 'cape' as he inspects it. "Hmm… capes are kinda aerodynamic, but considering how dirty my enemies fight, I don't think that's a very good design choice." You can hear the shit-eating grin in his voice. "I'll give it a five out of ten."

"I said shut it!" You snatch your blanket out of his hands and march further into your apartment with Spider-Man's laughter following at your back. He walks inside and the door shuts behind the two of you. "Get the fuck out, webhead," you seethe. Your voice trembles with shame. "I didn't invite you in."

Spider-Man just walks around you to look you in the eye. "Come now, lovebug," he tilts your chin up with a finger, "you look cute wearing my mask."

You grumble and push his hand away as you struggle for words. You want to say something like, "this isn't what it looks like!" to try and save face, but there's no point in trying. This is exactly what it looks like.

Because the mask you'd been wearing for Halloween -- and the mask you haphazardly thrown on moments ago -- was none other than Spider-Man's mask.

To be fair, these things were a dime a dozen. The people of this city adore the vigilante. It was only natural that kids and adults alike would want to pretend to be him for a day, even if they had no powers like him. You're not exactly one of those people — you've seen firsthand just how brutal Spider-Man's job can be. You wouldn't trade your life for his even if you were offered money. But as you stared at the costume while shopping, you couldn't help yourself. There were obviously cooler, much more interesting costumes to choose from but this one just… called to you.

Hindsight is 20/20, after all. You should've ignored that calling.

Spider-Man takes your chin in his fingers and shakes your head side to side. "I never knew you liked me so much, lovebug. I'm touched."

You scoff. "Don't be."

"Y'know, if you wanted to wear my mask so badly, you could've just asked." Spider-Man leans in and presses a clothed kiss to your cheek. You consider yourself lucky; he can't possibly feel the burn of your cheeks through all that fabric.

You stammer. "Ha-ha. Very funny."

"What? I'm sure I have a back up somewhere." He eyes you for a moment. "You'd look good in it."

Against your will, you wonder if he's saying that he wants you to wear his clothes. Would he ever actually loan you clothes that he's worn? The thought makes your face burn hotter. "Why are you here?" You ask. Anything to change the topic.

Spider-Man chuckles, but plays along. "I haven't swung by in a few days," he says, "so I figured I'd try and surprise you as a trick-or-treater." He shrugs. "I wanted to do some reverse psychology thing where I could trick you into thinking I was just some guy in a costume so you would give me candy."

You process his words for a second. "Okay, first of all, you already are a guy in a costume."

He visibly deflates and places a hand over his chest. "Ouch, lovebug. What if you hurt my feelings?"

"Second of all," you continue, "do you have any idea how many Spider-Men I've seen today?"

"...Is that a serious question?"

"Don't be a smart ass."

"I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess twelve."

You pause. You actually aren't even sure if that's the right number or not. You lost count after three hours of giving out candy to cute kids.

"Am I right?" He asks.

"Who knows?"

Spider-Man huffs. "If there's that many of us around, then what am I even here for?" You giggle at his petulant behavior, and he makes another breathy sound, reminiscent of a stifled laugh. "Did you treat them the same way you treat me?"

"What?" His question takes you off-guard for a moment. You chortle. "Oh, definitely."

"You gave them band-aids and kicked them out, too?"

"Mhm." You cross your arms. "Just slapped a few on some pretend wounds and told them to get the fuck off my property."

The two of you laugh together for a moment. Once the laughter dies down, Spider-Man tugs at your cheek for a brief second. You let him get away with it for now. "You're so cute." He sighs and you can hear something somber enter his tone. "I was worried about you. It's been a week since I've seen you."

It has been a week, hasn't it? You may have been swamped with work at the hospital, but there was never a night that you didn't find yourself waiting on your balcony like an idiot in this chilly weather. You had faith that he was okay — the Daily Bugle printed something new about the "masked menace" every day this past week — but that didn't stop you from longing for his presence. Stories can't compare to the real thing, after all. You're far more taken with the masked vigilante than you'd care to admit to yourself.

You hum. "About time someone else did the worrying for once," you mumble jokingly. "It gets tiring worrying all by myself."

Spider-Man stays quiet. "I've been okay. A little worse for the wear for the past two days, but okay otherwise."

You reach for him instinctively. "Lingering pain isn't like you," you say, already in doctor-mode, "did something happen?"

"No, not like that. I've just been… sad. I guess." His confession is soft as he takes your outstretched hands in his own. He's been more vulnerable around you lately and you're not sure if that's good or bad. "It's been a rough couple of days, that's all."

You rack your brain. What could possibly be paining him that you don't know of? He's already told you that he tells you everything (within reason), so maybe it's something that you already know of? You furrow your brows as you dive deeper into your memory. Deeper, deeper… until you happen across a memory from just about a year ago.

The kiss you shared on your balcony close to midnight.

"Oh my God." You voice your incredulity aloud. "Oh my God! I missed your birthday!"

Spider-Man straightens his posture as he inhales sharply.

How could you have forgotten? He confessed to you on his birthday last year that you were the only person he had left in his life since he hated his birthday so much. October 29th was such a painful day for him — to think that you didn't stop for a second to wonder if he was okay that day. It's not like you would've been able to contact him of course, but what if he swung by after you'd fallen asleep? You should've at least left him a note or something.

"Don't beat yourself up over it, lovebug." The confidence is starting to bleed out of him, you notice. Spider-Man walks over to your couch and sits on the floor in front of it. "I'll be okay. It's not like I was going to celebrate or anything."

You move to the couch and adjust yourself so that the vigilante is between your legs. You two often assume this position when you're finished patching him up and too tired to goof around until he leaves. You would place your hands on his head and press your fingers into the fabric of his mask. Spider-Man told you once that the action was soothing, but you have yet to admit to him that it's your way of trying to conjure up an image of what his hair must look like underneath.

Like always, he gets himself into position, draping his arms across your legs. This time, however, he's looking up at you. You're not sure what expression he might be wearing.

"I wasn't saying that we should've celebrated," you say softly. "I'm just upset that you had to be alone. Are you sure you're okay?" You ask as you massage your fingers across the crown of his head.

He hums. "I am now. I promise."

"If you're ever feeling down, you know you can come and see me." Your words surprise the both of you, but you don't regret them at all. He always seems to be around when you need his company the most, so why shouldn't you do the same for him? Who else would? your mind unhelpfully supplies. "I may not be the best company in the world, but at least you won't be alone, right?"

Spider-Man moves so that he's on his knees facing you. He's so close to your face like this; you inch backwards to preserve your sanity. "You're the only company I need." He says it with so much conviction that you shiver. "But does this mean I'm getting special treatment?"

"What--? You mean from the other Spider-Men?" When he nods, you snort. "Yeah, I guess you do get V.I.P privileges. You get extra treats unlike everyone else."

"Extra?" He tilts his head. "But you haven't given me any candy at all."

You raise a brow. "All that's left is the candy I'm hoarding for myself. And before you ask, no, I'm not sharing any. Why don't you try actually trick-or-treating? People would probably give the city hero the best of the best."

He sinks a little lower, seeming defeated. "...Would you believe me if I said I tried that already?"

"Did it work?"

He's silent.

"...It didn't work, did it?"

"...No. They thought I was just some superfan."

Peals of laughter burst out of you at his admission. "So this is how they repay you, huh?" You say between giggles. "No faith and no candy? That's rough, buddy." You get the distinct impression that he's glaring at you, but that only makes you laugh harder.

Fed up with your insistence on laughing at his misfortune, Spider-Man taps your leg. "Since I get special treatment from you, can I ask for a few wishes?"

You wipe a stray tear from your eye. "I'm dressed as a superhero, not a magic genie."

"Please?"

"Fine, fine." You finally catch your breath. "You get two wishes.

"Not three?"

"I'm not a genie. Don't push it."

Spider-Man puts his hands up in defense. "Alright, two it is. The first is… let me stay with you for the rest of the night."

You shrug. Wouldn't be the first time. He's usually gone by the time you wake up, anyhow. "Granted. Next one's your last — make it count, bug boy."

Spider-Man doesn't react to your nickname. Instead, he just stares at you. A familiar sensation tickles up your spine. He's watching you; you know that stare all too well. "I think you know what I'm going to ask for next." His voice is deeper, smoother than it was mere moments ago.

You nod and he eases himself closer to you. You feel your heart pick up an unsteady rhythm and rather than kiss him normally, you lean in close and press your masked lips to his. He makes a surprised noise before he laughs and melts into the "kiss" all the same. When you pull away, he's still laughing. A very welcome change from the bitter smile you're sure he was wearing when talking about his birthday. "Consider that a freebie," you mutter.

"You're too kind," he chuckles.

Soon, your fingers come to the base of his mask to raise it just above his lips when he suddenly stops you. He reaches for your face and you feel something tug at the base of your neck. Somehow, you completely forgot you were wearing that stupid mask. "It's kinda funny," he half-laughs, "having to unmask you for once."

"You... You can't tell anyone about my identity, okay?" You tease.

Spider-Man rolls your mask up just enough to expose your lips and you do the same to him. Neither of you are sure who leaned in first, but you meet in the middle in a kiss that has fireworks bursting behind your lids. The two of you are greedy, pouring a week's worth of longing into the kiss. The mutual yearning is palpable, so much so that you can hear his breath hitch when you sigh. He rises to the couch slowly and without breaking the kiss, doing his best not to part from you for even a second.

You missed him. Oh, how you missed him — you missed how he would wrap a strong arm around your waist and pull you closer like it was nothing; how he would whisper his adoration for you between breaths; how he would chase after your lips whenever you would tease him with barely-there kisses. You missed the exhilaration, the thrill of knowing that you were the only one Spider-Man would ever treat this way. That you were his and he was yours.

He moves from your lips to your jaw, trailing kisses up to your ear and down to your neck. His pace is unhurried, though he seems eager to pull a reaction out of you. You give him what he wants whether you intend to or not. You press yourself closer to him in a silent request for more and he indulges you; his kisses become little nips, and the nips turn to bites as he starts to leave marks on your neck. He eases you back so that you're laying on your couch and he's hovering over you. The two of you stare at each other for a moment.

"Can I use my next wish?" His voice is rough. When you nod, he leans in once more. His uncovered lips brush against your ear as he whispers. "Let me give you a treat."

Something foreign yet familiar makes you shudder as you nod.

Spider-Man attacks your neck once again. Clearly he was holding himself back earlier, because every mark he leaves stings. He makes them dark and obvious, completely disregarding any warnings you may have given him on other days. You normally would tell him to ease up, to hide the marks that he so desperately wanted to leave on you. But now you let him do as he pleases. You gave him an inch and as expected, he took the mile. He soothes each one with a kiss and muffles your whimpers with his lips.

It takes a while before he's satisfied with his handiwork. Kazuha raises himself up with a shaky breath. Your wrists are in his hands and pinned against the couch. Looking down at you now, all flushed absolutely covered in his marks, he feels something uncontrollable stir within him. He has half a mind to tell you to close your eyes so he can take his mask off, but he refrains.

That's all he ever does when it comes to you. You, the greatest test of his endurance that he will ever encounter in his lifetime. No supervillain with any amount of underground connections or otherworldly technology will ever test his patience and restraint quite like you. For years, Kazuha has weighed the pros and cons of telling you who he is. He always wonders if you would still allow this, if you would still treat him like a lover if you knew who he was — if you knew that he's been lying to you. Though your reaction may not be guaranteed, it's a risk he's more than willing to take.

But he doesn't. Not tonight. Maybe another day when the time is right.

For now, Kazuha releases your wrists and sits himself up. He fixes his mask while you take yours off. You sit up and he watches as you ghost your fingers over each of your fresh hickies. You wince a little when you brush the one on the left side of your collarbone, above your heart. The silence that hangs in the air is evident, but not uncomfortable.

Then, you mutter. "I was supposed to give you a treat."

Kazuha reaches out and touches a hickey left on your pulse point. A sensitive spot for you – you shudder in response. He admires the lingering haze in your eyss. "You did. Thank you, lovebug."

✧ my goodness. @perpetualcynicism look at what you've done. you've reawakened a monster in me.

✧ edit: btw, the dividers belong to @cafekitsune!! thanks so much for making such beautiful dividers!

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kaedehara kazuha #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kazuha x reader #spidey!kazuha #spidey!kazuha x reader #WHEW. #tagging is a fucking nightmare i cant believe i did this all the time #but uh.. ta-da... #i feel so much better though #i had a horrible day at work so i got super high and then i read thing in my asks and then i cried and wanted to write about kazuha #i literally checked off every box #get high? ✅️ cry? ✅️ write about kazuha? ✅️✅️✅️ #I FEEL SO FREE

[souvenir-de-florence]

ZHENG QINWEN for lancome

#zheng qinwen #whew. #shes so fine #tennis #wta #qinwen zheng #<- i forget that people use that name for her too sometimes FJDSL

[happy-xy]

Kingsley Ben-Adir as Bob Marley BOB MARLEY: ONE LOVE (2024) Directed by Reinaldo Marcus Green

#filmedit #movieedit #bobmarleyedit #Bob Marley: One Love #Bob Marley #Kingsley Ben-Adir #kingsley ben adir #one love #movies #gifs #mine #whew.

[clemkruckinnie]

corey cunningham loves making you drool, it’s a pretty sight and he likes to tease.

“aw, poor little lamb, such a big mess and i haven’t even touched you.”

lottie are u trying to drive me insane.

corey is insatiable. he thinks you’re perfect, and the fact that you’re always there with open arms (and legs) for him, someone viewed as a monster by everyone except for the angel currently under him, makes his heart feel so full of love for you that he wants to physically mold the two of your bodies together.

it’s not possible, but it’s pretty damn close the way he’s fucking you, knees pushed up against your chest as he lays his weight into you, pounding away into your poor, twitching cunt. you’ve lost count of how many times he’s sent you over that edge tonight—hell, at this rate, you can barely remember your own name. all that matters is that he keeps splitting you open again and again, his skin pressed up against yours, arms caged around you. you couldn’t get away from him even if you wanted to.

the thought makes you moan out loud, again, mouth lolling open as corey thrusts particularly hard, turning whatever sound was coming after into a squeak. you don’t register the wetness dripping from the corner of your mouth until corey’s movements slow, a soft, bemused chuckle following.

“is my baby drooling?” he coos at you, moving an arm up to cradle your face, cupping your jaw. you nod into his hand, whimpering at the look he’s giving you.

“feels so good you’re going dumb on me?”

you nod again, giving him a soft “yes”-he likes verbal confirmation, you’ve found out.

“you’re so perfect.” he marvels, speeding back up, still slow enough that he can feel every muscle in you as you clench around him, arms flying to wrap around him, pulling him even closer to you.

“good girl, don’t think, just hold onto me.”

you nod again, corey deciding to let your lack of words slide—you’re so fucked out that you can barely manage the nod itself. he can definitely get used to seeing you like this.

#whew. #ask #corey cunningham #corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham smut #halloween kills imagine #halloween kills

[anghraine]

I'm always ready to point out that death of the author is not the one literary theory to rule them all, and not the only valid approach to literary criticism.

That said, occasionally hardcore intentionalists show up and are like ... here's what the author said about their intention, how could you possibly interpret their work in any way that differs from that, authors never misrepresent their intentions, or fail to achieve them, or end up doing something different, or are ambiguous, or or or, and how dare you suggest otherwise?! Work belongs solely to the author and the word of the author on their work therefore should never be challenged. If you don't agree with them about their work you better go interpret something else.

And, um, wow.

#i saw a post the other day that had angry intentionalist reblogs and i was so baffled #like yeah you can consider authorial opinions but the HOW DARE!!! at the idea of anyone not uncritically submitting to them? really weird #or the idea that a work could in any way belong to the public as well? #whew. #anghraine babbles #literary theory unfortunately #general fanwank #anti intentionalism

[stevenssticks]

feeling so feral for sub!slash, i can’t stop imagine riding his face and just turn him into a mess while all he can do is lick, suck and moan into your pussy

ughhhh he turns me into a fucking animal

this is so… sooooo. ok this man liked to be thrown around a bit yk…. like him in handcuffs is so fucking hot like stop.

making this big powerful man get all subby for you, squirming on the bed begging you to sit on his face, grind on it as you please. writhing against the restraints around his wrists. they get so irritated that you reluctantly take them off so he can actually play his guitar tomorrow. immediately he’s on you, pulling you down to fully sit on him, pushing and pulling you to drag your cunt against his tongue while he whines into you.

you grab his hair, pulling him up to meet your hips where you fuck his face, clit catching on his nose and sliding over his tongue and he’s just covered in you, making these punched out little whines and moans beneath you muffled by tour pussy in his face. you slap his hands away to pull off him, getting a nice good look at him. face shiny with your slick and his spit. his lips are parted and swollen a pretty pink, looking up at you all dazed and thoroughly fucked out. “please….”

it’s the first word to leave his lips since you started, him being reduced to long, drawn out groans when you started kissing him before shoving him down into position. you smile down at him, answering his prayers by seating yourself back down on his face. slash’s arms immediately come to lock around your thighs again as you start up your slow grind, increasing the pace gradually until your legs are on fire, so fucking close to orgasm, and slash knows by you twitching on his tongue, pussy clenching where he fucks you with it.

slash then removes his tongue from your hole and swirls it around your clit before closing his lips and sucking hard, and you’re gone. pulling his hair and screaming out praises of how good of a boy he is, how good you feel and how well he did for you. and it’s all slash could ever want.

#WHEw. #asks and replies #p’s thots(^ ^*) #guns n roses #gnr #slash #slash gnr #slash guns n roses #slash fanfic #slash shut #gnr smut

[tbcanary]

2023 reading list: Green Arrow: The Longbow Hunters (1987)

To find the predator, you look for the prey.

(ID under the cut.)

ID: Five panels from Green Arrow: The Longbow Hunters. Two are still images, placed as banners above and below three animations.

1: Oliver Queen in his Green Arrow costume, surrounded by Mt. Rainier and wilderness.

2: Shado stands in front of an orange and red background. A dragon slowly fades into view, and then back out.

3: Dinah Lance stands in front of the Seattle skyline. Text appears that reads "I won't make orphans." Blood drips slowly from her temples and down her arm, and then from the text itself.

4: Oliver looks out over an arrow as it slowly drips blood offscreen. A spider creeps down the frame beside his face.

5: Shado is facing away from the viewer. The Seattle skyline is laid out behind her, lit by a setting sun.

/End ID

#flashing gifs // #green arrow #the longbow hunters #shado #dinah lance #black canary #oliver queen #2023reads #tbanimation #tbedits #WHEW. #i loved this little run in the way of like. i learned a lot about how old comics used to be. #shado is soooo different from what i expected based on what i knew before going into this #anyway it was well worth the read but also WHEEEEEWWWWW #ykwim. ykwim?? #also GOD old comics are hard to edit. i feel like this one looks really bad and i have to say: it's because i STRUUUUGGLED #MY GOOD GOD... #anyway that's all #spiders cw //

[autisticlancemcclain]

Okay so I haven’t read lance angst in forever and decided to read some and I have just binge read all of the Beauty and the Beast klance au you just made and I absolutely ADORE it!!! It is so amazing and I love it so much!

It did make me curious what the whole ‘rescue’ scene is going to be, is the three people in the family who didn’t want Lance to marry the prince try to save him? Or is it going to go the totally different direction?

Cause I can imagine a scene where the village sees that Lance and Keith are actually going to work out and the family gets worried that Lance is going to try to get revenge on them/the whole village so they try to take Lance away from Keith. Or try to make it so Lance wouldn’t become King when they actually get married!

But anyways yeah I love this story, and how you’ve changed it up a bit so it’s different that the original Beauty and the Beast! Thanks for listening to my rant!

anon i am kissing you for asking. you are the love of my life and the wedding is this spring.

HERE WE GO:

important to remember: lance’s family, although not conventionally, care for him deeply. he struggles to conform to what the town expects and they are scared for him, so they struggle to make space for him in a way that makes him feel loved and included. he can’t keep up with his fathers or brothers on the farm, he gets along with animals better than people (and as such refuses to hunt them, despite his stellar aim), he has no friends because he is an Odd Person, he gets obsessive over small things, he cries all the time, he’s headstrong, he argues with everyone, he’s a klutz, just…so many things. he has skills and they know that but his skills aren’t helpful in the context of the farm. he is, however, helpful in that he can send back money from marrying the prince, and if he’s married to the prince, his family knows he’s safe and cared for in a way they maybe can’t provide for him.

with this in mind it’s obvious that there’s a lot of tension and complication between lance and his family, but lance KNOWS that they love him. take the first chapter with lance and marco, for example. it looks bad and it is bad, and lance is hurt, and marco refuses to help lance do what he desperately wants — go home. but marco isn’t doing it without guilt, and he’s also doing his best to make lance’s transition easier: “You’ve always wanted to live in a castle, right?”. despite the fact that his home life isn’t perfect, lance is in that castle missing his family. he wants his sisters and nieces and nephews and brothers. he wants his mom. they may not understand him but they love him and he knows that, and in that castle with, and i can’t say this enough, NO OTHER PEOPLE, he is going to miss shit like getting hugged, for fucks sake. lance is a touchy person and as close as he and hunk are doing to become hunk is a Literal Block Of Wood, and keith is going to be too closed off to provide any tactile affection for a While.

my plan is that after a few chapters of slowburn and building friendships, lance is going to get all morose and miserable. and keith, who is well beyond whipped at that point, is going to want to help. so one day lance is going to muster the courage to ask to have his family for a visit (“They’ll stay outside! I swear! They’ll have no chance of even seeing you, Keith, please, I missed bothering my brothers so much —”) and keith won’t even come close to denying him.

and because chekhov’s gun is the only thing i’ve got locked and loaded, obviously one of lances family members (probably one of the kids) is going to go wandering inside. and lance is going to try to stop it but it will be Too Late. they’re going to see keith and freak out, and since keith’s freak outs are very scary, it’s going to make the whole situation worse, and they’re going to drag lance back home kicking and screaming and when they come back with with the town and pitchforks.

the gaston of the story is going to be james, i think, and i’m gonna change the story a bit bc i’m gonna spend longer with lance back in town and he’s sullen and furious and desperate to convince everyone that keith is kind and soft and loving, really, and they have him all wrong. which of course does not help his case. but you all know how the rest of the story goes

but yeah!!!! i’m really very excited i love this story too, and changing it was inevitable but it’s been super fun to plan how i’m gonna adapt it!! i’m rly looking forward to writing all the sappy falling in love parts teehee

#keith is the bookworm so lance is not getting a library #can y’all guess what he’s getting instead 👀👀 #OH GOD this is making me want to write more so bad #i was gonna try to sway the poll in the favour of the lost at sea au but….. #im on a batb kick babey #YALL BETTER FUCKINF READ IT THIS TIME I STG OR IM NOT GONNA POST CHAPTERS ANYMORE #I WILL DEADASS MAKE A LIST OF PEOPLE WHO INTERACT W THE POST AND DM THEM THE CHAPTERS INDIVIDUALLY I SWEAR TO FUCKINF GOD #whew. #klance #batb au #batb #ask

[rennarita]

#njpw #effie's gifs #ren narita #road to the new beginning #24/01/2024 #tw blood #i... fuck. #whew.

[1892]

from the anthropology of water, anne carson

#anne carson #words #whew.

[jinruihokankeikaku]

Having just finished reading, my immediate impression is that this is a new favorite story of mine. Can't recommend it enough. Especially reading it shortly after/in the context of the early drafts of Episode 24 of Eva, the connections are...immediately clear.

#whew.

[happy-xy]

Omar Rudberg YOUNG ROYALS | S02E05

#omarrudbergedit #youngroyalsedit #wilmonedit #lgbtedit #Young Royals #Omar Rudberg #Simon Eriksson #gay #lgbt #lgbtq #television #gifs #mine #those eyes. those lips. #whew. #help.