#words from your friendly neighborhood bisexual

[spiraledfaun]

I'm a Deerboy Toy!

Welcome to my blog, everyone, I'm Faun, your friendly neighborhood deerboy ^^

🦌Facts About Me🦌

I'm 29

Grayromantic Demi-Bisexual

Trans Man (1 year on T!!! :D)

Exclusively a Submissive Bottom (though I will occasionally switch for other subs)

Dumb Slutty Hypnokinkster

Obsessed with Spirals

I write Hypnosmut

Erotica and Play Menu [Here]

I follow from another blog, so if you're a fellow kink blog assessing if we're mutuals for safety reasons, shoot me a message!

✅️Please Use These Terms✅️

Boy, man, guy, dude

Slut, toy, pet

Chest 👍🏻 (Paid good money to not have tits so this is the only word I'm good with rn)

Cock, dick, tdick, cocklet

Front hole, pussy, boypussy, cunt, boycunt -- I am a boy with a nice, wet hole. You can only use these terms with the "boy" part in mind :) Abuse these privileges, and I block you.

Dumb (not stupid), needy, desperate, slutty

Basically all degradation/humiliation through at least a mild praise kink lens

❌️Please Don't Do These❌️

Do not interact if you are under 18/a minor. I know different countries have different age thresholds, but this is my choice regardless. (Ageless blogs will be blocked)

Don't ask me for pictures. If I want to give you pictures, I will offer.

Don't assume I want to enter a dynamic with you! I am open to finding someone, but it does not consume me. I'm also grayromantic demisexual, which means, for me, I'm not interested in getting romantic with anyone new.

No misgendering/detrans/sissification/forcedfem kinks in my inbox or on my posts! I am a believer in kink and let kink, but those ones are going to stay far away from me, thank you.

Don't call me anything not in the lists! If you're unsure or think it's pretty close (like if I'm cool with slut, then Spiral Slut is fine) but isn't there, please ask, I'd so much rather answer a respectful question than have to block you for being a dick.

I love chatting with others, and my inbox is always open, and anon is always on, so feel free to chat or play~ I will always talk with any trans person, big T4T Vibes, so don't be shy and say hi! I'm open to playing or talking to anyone so long as you're respectful, but I will be more cautious if you're a cishet man.

😈Main Kinks😈

Hypnosis(/Brainwashing/Mind Control): The Big One. I love going down and feeling nice and fuzzy. Mmm. Yes please.

Spirals: This is not usually listed as a kink, but I love spirals, especially flashy ones that fill my mind 🤤

Corruption: Mostly sexual in nature, but I don't *not* enjoy religious corruption.

Tentacles: I am a big sucker (👀) for tentacles, especially in combination with other listed kinks.

Aphrodisiacs/Drugging: This mostly means weed (and fantasy drugs/pollen/nectar), but someday I want to (safely) try other things for this kink ^^

Toy/Pet Play/Free Use: Combined because they check a lot of the same boxes for me. I've never quite indulged in pet play before, but I am a deerboy and I love being petted 🥺

Exhibitionism: This is pretty much exclusively offline, but I do like being shown off, even online, and I like thinking about people watching me get off or get used and enjoying themselves 😊

Mommy/Lactation Kink: Very very specific, I want to be made to drink someone's milk from their breasts and have it corrupt/hypnotize/drug me 😅

CNC: emphasis on the Consent, but holy shit please it's so hot. I'm not into super violent stuff but more in line with my other kinks, for reference.

I am totally into one-offs, anons, new friends that I haven't met yet, and mutuals dropping in to drop me, so come play! I'm just a dumb, slutty little toy and I need to be used. 🥺

#spiraledfaun

[soundlessdancer]

Deadass? Really wanna cosplay Juno but if i wanted to get really recognized I'd have to find someone to cosplay Duck with me. though i would make it super clear that it was like....a kepler/monongahela park rangers outfit....do i do this (i mean i will anyways)

#taz #taz amnesty #juno divine #juno devine #words from your friendly neighborhood bisexual #i DONT KNOW WHICH IS THE RIGHT WAY TO SPELL HER LAST NAME #hopefully though by the time i cosplay her there will be more info on her because with a name like that..... #DIVINE MEANS OF OR RELATING TO A GOD(DESS) AND I MEAN....JUNO IS A ROMAN GODDESS SHE'S THE COUNTERPART OF HERA I MEAN #and the whole wanting to be recognized stems from when i cosplay maggie from twd #I've never had a glenn cosplay with me before but my friend cosplays enid and that helps #THOUGH THE KATELYN NACON KNEW WHO I WAS COSPLAYING WHEN I MET HER AT WALKER STALKER LAST YEAR #it only was five bucks if you bought her cd so and my friend was fuckin dressed as enid it was so good #THIS WENT OFF ON A TANGENT #but still my point remains #here's to praying if i cosplay her at acen we'll know more #plus i live by a lot of like....hiking trails and woods so like....good photoshoot material

[letmeplaytheliontoo]

Green, Green Shorts

TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 3032

Summary: “Oh really?” you say, giving your ass a little wiggle against him. You hit pause on the movie and turn to face him.

“I just . . . “ his eyes run down your body, devouring it as if it was his first time seeing it.

“Just what?” you purr as you start to kiss along his jawline.

His hand stretches down your body to reach for the skin of your thigh as he takes your lips with his. You hook you leg over him to straddle him and you’re greeted with the feel of his hardening length. He takes your ass in both hands as he breaks away.

“I fucking love these green, green shorts,” he pants.

You erupt with a laugh. Whatever you thought he was going to say, it wasn’t that.

SMUT! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

This is my very first fic. Please be gentle with me.

I am a bisexual who can't decide and so I wrote this as two versions (his/hers). The other one is on my page.

Thanks to Capzi for being such a supportive and wonderful beta.

“Hey gorgeous,” he says, removing his mask. He crossed the room and gave her a light kiss.

“You’re home early,” she says in reply, taking off her heels.

“If you’re just getting home, you’re home late. You’re working too hard.”

“Ha! Says the savior of Manhattan.”

“Hey.” He wraps his arms around her waist and rests his forehead on hers. “I just want you to be kind to yourself.”

“I know, love. Thank you. We’re just getting buried at work,” she exhales and start to snuggle into his chest. “What the fuck is this sticky shit on your suit, Peter,” she says with a tired laugh.

“Uuuugh, I got slammed into a soda fountain while stopping an attempted robbery.”

She laughs at the image. “Oh, Peter, you’re getting too old for this,” she says, giving him a warm, adoring smile.

“Oh, my back is well aware of that fact.” He grins. “Take a deep breath. Relax. I brought home take-out—"

“From the attempted robbery place?”

“Well, I wasn’t going to turn down food.” He laughs and gives her a peck. “I know how much you love egg rolls. I’m in for the night. Let one of the other dozen supes take care of the city tonight. Let’s just enjoy a nice night together. Give me just . . . seven minutes to shower and I’m all yours, babe.”

After eight years together, he knows that they both feel better if he showers before snuggling up with her. He strips off his sticky suit and throws it in the washing machine, once again grateful that she had inherited a rent-controlled apartment with a washer and dryer. He doesn’t get paid enough at the Bugle and certainly not as Spider-Man to help out much financially.

As he washes off the grime of being the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man, he thinks about how tired she looks tonight. He can tell that she had had a bit of a day. A bit of a week, if he was being honest. This global burnout is getting to everyone, even his girl. He decides he wants to make tonight as easy and comforting as he can for her.

Peter steps out of the bathroom wearing a very worn Ramones t-shirt and his favorite grey sweatpants sitting low on his hips. He comes to the kitchen leans against the door frame to watch her.

She’s wearing her favorite purple top. It’s the top she was wearing in his favorite pictures of them. It had been just a random day, five or more years ago, when they decided to play hooky and go to the aquarium. She looked so pretty and carelessly happy that he couldn’t resist photographing her but when she noticed that what he was doing, she had demanded that he turn the camera on the two of them. They were the best photos he had ever taken. Now the shirt is very worn. She keeps putting stitches in it every time a new hole appeared so that she can keep the shirt as long as possible. She always looks gorgeous in it.

She’s also wearing those fantastic, soft, super-short, green shorts. He can see that she’s taken off her bra and her make-up. Her hair is up in a messy bun and there is a large glass of wine next her on the counter. All of this told him she was in desperate need of all things comfy.

A smile stretches across Peter’s lips as he sees her biting into an egg roll. He finds himself captivated by the relaxed joy she has on her face as the flavor hits her tongue. God, he loves this woman.

“Thorry,” she says with a full mouth when she realizes he’s watching her. “I got too hungry to wait for you. Want some wine? Wanna watch something?”

His smile is broad and easy. “Yes. And anything you like.”

She decides on Deadpool 2, a comfort movie of hers. As a former theatre kid, she really appreciates the Yentl jokes. Peter admits that he’s very charmed by Wade Wilson and, if he’s honest, a little attracted to Ryan Reynolds.

She relaxes into the couch, leaning a little away from him and on to the armrest. He looks down at her legs and see all of that gorgeous skin on display. He loves how her body has spread over their years together, especially her thighs. And, Jesus Christ, these shorts. These green, green shorts. They’re so wide in the leg that he can very clearly see that she isn’t wearing panties. And this top, God, he doesn’t know why she ever wears anything but this top. Her breasts look so perfect in it.

He pulls her back over to himself and slides behind her in a spooning position and kisses her neck as he slides his hand across her round hips. He learned on their second date that she had a weakness for her neck being kissed and he has used that information to great effect since. She releases a sigh of contentment.

His right hand starts to lightly skate over her body. Gently stroking the skin exposed between her shirt and shorts, he hums in appreciation of her silky skin. Peter can no longer resist and he brings his hand up to cup her breast, over her shirt. It’s more of an affectionate gesture than purely lustful. He adores the weight of her breasts in his hand. Then he lightly brushes the skin just above the neckline of her shirt as he feels himself start to harden behind her ass.

“Oh really?” she says, giving her ass a little wiggle against him. She hits pause on the movie and turns to face him.

“I just . . .” His eyes run down her body, devouring it as if it was his first time seeing it.

“Just what?” she purrs as she starts to kiss along his jawline.

His right hand stretches down her body to reach for the skin of her thigh as he takes her lips with his. She hooks her leg over him to straddle him and she is greeted with the feel of his hardening length. He takes her ass in both hands as he breaks away.

“I fucking love these green, green shorts,” he pants.

She erupts with a laugh. “Peter, these are just cheapy shorts I picked up at Target.”

“Thank God for cheapy Target shorts. And this shirt,” he hums trying to kiss his way down her chest while remaining underneath her. “You’re never allowed to get rid of this shirt,” he adds as he sucks a nipple through said shirt.

He elicits a tiny moan from her for that but he responds with a growl and suddenly he has lifted them both off the couch to pin her against the wall. He knows she hasn’t had many partners who could hold her up during sex and he loves how she reacts when he uses his super strength to do so.

“Babe,” Peter wines, “I don’t think you understand what this outfit is doing for me.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed. What with the pinning me against the wall with my legs wrapped around your—” He pulls her face towards his to kiss her deeply as he thrusts up against her center.

She hastily grabs the bottom of his shirt, seeming desperate for more of him. Once his shirt is gone, she rakes her nails up and down his chest and back while kissing his long neck. She looks up at his smiling face as he tries to breathe through the pleasure of her hands and lips on him.

“These shorts are too dangerous,” he huffs.

“Why do you say that?”

“Well, they give me too much access to this pretty pussy,” he says as one of his long fingers ever so slightly grazes her lower lips. He feels her wetness and her whole body gives a little shiver as he smirks at her reaction.

“Do you want to cum on my fingers? My tongue? My cock? What do you want, babe?” he hums by her ear in between kisses and feather light strokes over her clit.

She thinks for a moment before whimpering, “D) all of the above?”

“Oh,” he says delightedly, “eager much?”

“Please Peter, just don’t let me think too much.”

He stops. She looks at him almost nervously. He sees how stressed she still looks. He lets her down so he can take her face in his hands. He kisses her slowly with all of the care he can. “Of course, my love. Anything you need.”

“Good,” she says grabbing him by the hips to pin him against the wall, “because I would really like to suck your dick right now.”

“Hey—” he starts before seeing her down on her knees kissing just above his sweatpants. He tries to focus. This wasn’t where this was supposed to be going. But the feeling of her nails skimming over the V of his hips as she pulls down his sweats . . . and the hunger in her eyes as she comes face to face with his cock . . . Jesus Christ, she is making him loose his mind, he thinks as his head hits the wall behind them.

She wraps her fingers around his smooth shaft and places an open-mouthed kiss on his head. She brings her tongue out and starts to lick him like he’s an ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day. He remembers that she mentioned learning the technique from Dr. Ruth and it makes him chuckle. She looks up to lock eyes with him while she take his cock deep into her mouth and start to stroke the rest of him with her hands, which cuts off the laugh in his throat and he gasps.

She looks so sexy with her top sliding off one shoulder as she bobs up and down with his cock in her mouth. She uses one hand to start running her nails over his balls and, Jesus, he could just die. He grabs her by the arms and pulls her up to kiss her.

“You are stupendous and I love you and thank you but I want to take care of you,” he kisses her deeply. “And I need my stamina.” He pulls his sweats up and then wraps her legs back around his hips so he can carry her to the bedroom.

His kisses are urgent now, firmer. One hand is behind her head so his fingers can tangle into her hair as his teeth graze her bottom lip. He places her on the bed and starts to run his hands all over her.

“I think, I’ll start with these,” he says bringing his hands up to her breasts. She relaxes into the bed as he brings his mouth to the top of her shirt while his hands slip beneath. He gets a hold of a nipple and gives it a flick with his fingers which makes her breath hitch deliciously.

“This top is wonderful but I need more access now,” he says, pulling it off of her. As soon as her tits are exposed his tongue is on one nipple while his fingers work the other. She squirms under him.

“Don’t be too gentle, Peter,” she pleads just before he starts using his teeth to worry her nipple.

“I know what you want, love,” he purrs as his hand moves up the inside of her thigh. His long forefinger slides slowly up her slit. “You’re so wet—”

“Your fault,” she hisses.

“You definitely seem to be enjoying it though,” he chuckles into her neck. Her hips give an involuntary jolt trying to get his finger to her clit but before he does he brings his finger to his mouth, sucks it lasciviously, and moans.

“Peter, please . . .”

“I want to taste you.” He grabs he by her hips and pulls her to the edge of the bed. He starts to kiss her thighs and hike up the shorts. He considers working around the shorts but instead he raises a little higher and starts to kiss her beautiful soft stomach. He hooks his fingers into her shorts and pulls them off. He pulls back to admire her naked form. No matter how many times he’s seen her naked, he is always blown away by her.

“I will never get over your pussy,” he says at barely a whisper. He takes a tiny beat before his mouth is kissing up her thigh towards her center. Her breathing quickens and he looks up to find her fondling her breast. He groans at that which makes her look down to see his devilish grin before licking up her slit to her clit. ,

Her composure seems to break. He starts to run a pattern over her clit. She’s wiggling and huffing but he holds her still so he can slide a finger into her. He hums his approval on her clit as she quakes.

“You like my fingers, huh?”

She tries to roll her eyes as she says, “What do your spidey senses tell you?”

He laughs but she moans lightly and her insides flutter as he adds another finger and starts to thrust them in earnest. He starts to lick the pattern again and she buries her hand in his hair. She clearly needs to hold him where she wants him, which makes him smile.

“So good, baby,” he says, practically on top of her clit.

“Please, Peter, suck on my clit.”

He happily obliges while he curls his fingers inside her. He can feel that she’s getting close.

“You taste so good,” he pants. He takes his fingers out and uses her slickness to lightly touch her back entrance. He knows that doing this makes her cum like very little else.

“You want it,” he asks, smirking, knowing what full well what her answer will be.

“God, yes.” He slowly, pushes his finger past the tight ring of muscles while licking her clit. Her breathing is deep but building in speed as he gets to the second knuckle. The combating impulses of her gripping his finger and relaxing to get more inside is fucking incredible. He hums on her clit and suddenly she’s toppling over. She seems to be totally unconscious of the fact that she is just moaning “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” as she cums and he holds her in place as he fingers her through it.

“Peter . . . cock. . . please,” she begs, pulling him up to kiss her. She reaches to pull down his sweats. His cock feels so hard, leaking pre-cum, and she looks ravenous. As soon as his knees are on the bed, she straddles him. He loves this but he holds her up off of him so he can take his cock in his hand and drag it slowly between her lips .

“Fuuuuck . . . baby. . .” The head of his cock brushes against her clit and she shakes over him. “I think I am going to drag this out.”

“I had a feeling that you might,” she says, nipping at his ear. He lays her back so he can run his cock through her lips more. It’s the most delish torture. He keeps brushing her clit with his head and he hopes he can make her cum again. “Peter . . .”

“I know, love. You’re so good. I want you to—”

She beats him to it. Her orgasm is powerful and she’s screaming his name as one long noise. But he’s not letting up and he continues to stroke her through this orgasm too.

“My turn, bug boy.” She rolls him over and pulls him into her center before he realizes what’s happening. She inches down onto him and his eyes flutter and they both groan. She waits. She knows him well enough to know he needs a second after waiting this long.

“Hmngh . . . I’m okay baby,” he says, while pulling her down for a searing kiss. She starts to move up and down on him. Her pussy feels incredible and still so snug on him. His hands are running all over her body trying to touch anything, everything he can.

He loves this position. He loves that she can control the strokes and angle them just the way she wants. She is rocketing up and down magnificently but he can see her exertion is waning and he smiles. He reaches one hand to hold her ass up so he can thrust into her from underneath. He brings his free hand to her face and puts a finger in her mouth.

“Get it wet, love. I want you come with me one last time.” She takes it and runs her tongue over it.

“Touch me, Peter,” she whines. He rubs tight circles over her clit while he drives into her. Her hands are in his hair and she’s kissing his neck, making him quake while she hums in pleasure.

“Jesus, so good . . . Peter. . . Yes, fuck, please, yes.”

“Are you going to cum, baby? Once more? Hmmm, God, I’m so close,” his thrusts are becoming less controlled. He thrust and hits that something inside of her so deep. He hits that one spot once, twice, three more times and she is yelling, begging, utterly incoherent and he loves it because there’s only her and he is yelling back her name over and over and over as he thrusts one last time.

He holds her to him and he’s whispering in her ear as they both try to level their breathing.

“Jesus, babe. That was . . . outstanding. You are amazing.”

“Coming from ‘The Amazing Spider-Man,’ that’s quite a compliment,” you grin, collapsing into the crook of his neck.

“I think I’m going to buy you a thousand of those cheapy target shorts.”

“If I’m going to get sex like that out of it, I’ll happily wear those shorts every day for the rest of our lives.”

#tasm fanfiction #andrew garfield #peter parker/reader #peter parker smut #my writing

[benevolentbirdgal]

“Thirteen” Tips on Writing Jewish Characters / Some  Jewish Identity Stuff Explained

So you want to write a Jewish character, but don’t want to write a caricature? Or are worried they won’t register as Jewish to readers, or something will be off or wrong? Well I, friendly (virtual) neighborhood Jewish professional, am here to help! 

Note: The Jewish community is made up of roughly 14 million people worldwide with all sorts of backgrounds, practices, life circumstances, and beliefs. I’m just one American Jew, but I’ve had exposure to Jewishness in many forms after living in 3.5 states (at several different population densities/layouts), attending Jewish day school and youth groups, doing Jewish college stuff, and landing a job at a Jewish non-profit. I’m speaking specifically in an American or Americanish context, though some of this will apply elsewhere as well. 

Let’s start with the word “Jew.” It’s not inherently a slur, but can absolutely be used as one. I am a Jew. You can call me a Jew, just not a Jew. Like most minority groups, there are slurs against us, but Jew is the proper demonym. It can be used disrespectfully as a noun, but isn’t inherently disrespectful. Think “Chava is a Jew” versus “You’re being such a Jew.” 1a. Any use of Jew as a verb by gentiles (non-Jews) is not okay. Your Jewish characters should be horrified by someone telling them they “Jewed down the price.” 1b. Any use of Jewess by gentiles is not okay and your Jewish character should not be cool with it.  1c. Many Jews would actively prefer to be called such because that’s what we are and “Jewish person” is stepping away from our Jewishness. But I get that not everybody is going to be comfortable calling us Jews. That’s okay, and “Jewish person/people” or “X is Jewish” is TOTALLY ACCEPTABLE.  1d. With that said, Jewish people refers to ourselves as Jews. If Sarah is Jewish but is squicked about referring to herself as a Jew, your Jewish readers will immediately know she’s written by a gentile.  1e. Actual slurs against Jews is a post for another time (did you know K*ke literally means circle?). 

Your Jewish-American character likely does not speak Hebrew, Yiddish, Ladino, or any other Judeo-Language (languages that are a mix of Hebrew and at least one other language, typically written in the Hebrew abjad). Three notes on this, however: 2a. If your character is an immigrant or the child of an immigrant, they might speak the Judeo-language of the old country. The most common will be Israeli-Americans speaking Hebrew, but families still speaking Yiddish, Ladino, Judeo-Arabic, and other families do still exist. The children of Jewish immigrants might also speak another language that isn’t a Jewish one, like Russian or Spanish.  2b. If they are in a VERY religious Ashkenazi community, they might speak Yiddish at home and in the community.  2c. Odds are decent, however, that your American Jew can read but not understand Hebrew. If your character went to Jewish Day School or Yeshiva, they definitely read Hebrew, and will have some understanding of it (but likely not fluency). 

Despite what I just said above, your Jewish-American character likely drops a lot of Yiddish words and phrases into their day-to-day speech. Which words/phrases in probably a list for another time, but the most common will be foods, family names (i.e. “Zayde” instead of Grandpa), and sassy expressions. They may incorporate some Hebrew to a lesser extent. 

There’s not just one version of kosher. There’s kosher, kosher-style, Halav Yisrael, glatt kosher, etc. Depending on your character’s level of kosher, they’ve need a hecksher (kosher mark) on any given item or only eat at kosher restaurants, although not all Jews keep kosher and many keep “kosher-style” (i.e. only eat theoretically kosher things).

Your Jewish character should be a whole character, both in general and in relation to their Jewishness. This means, among other things, that they aren’t obsessed with Israel and I/P discourse one way or the other and that while writing you remember that not all Israelis are Jews and not all Jews are Israelis. Your Jewish character is not constantly agonizing over the I/P situation, has a life outside of their Jewishness, and shouldn’t be a cardboard stand-in for your desire to discuss the middle east. 

The Jewish experience varies dramatically with geography. Jews living in Omaha, Richmond, Philly, Kansas City, Boca Raton, and New York City are all American Jews. They will have drastically different Jewish experiences. I strongly recommend doing research on the Jews in the specific place your story takes places, but generally:  6a. The closer you are to the northeast coast and NYC (except south Florida) the better and more varied your Jewish resources.  6b. NYC has the highest Jewish population of any city on the planet. Big cities like Boston, Chicago, and L.A., as well as just outside of NYC in NJ and NYS, and suburban/exburb south Florida will have lots of Jewish resources: day schools (Jewish + secular education mix), maybe Yeshivas (Jewish focus), multiple synagogues, a Jewish Community Center, Jewish dating services, social stuff, Jewish charities, and youth activities. Your character will have other Jewish friends and their gentile friends will likely know other Jews. Antisemitism is still a problem and usually takes the form of excluding Jews from activism, thinly-veiled stereotyping or excusing antisemitism from people from other oppressed groups, but it’s usually not as overt as elsewhere. Almost always safe to disclose Jewishness.  6c. Small and mid-size cities Denver, Virginia Beach, Charleston, and Harrisburg will have a JCC or Jewish federation, multiple synagogues, and maybe a Jewish day school. Your character is not the only Jew their gentile peers have met, but the bagels are meh. They will have other Jews to bond and commiserate with. Antisemitism here is mostly like that in big cities with occasional burst of overt incidents and attacks. It is generally physically safe for them to disclose Jewishness.  6d. Big towns and small cities in the south or mid-west will have maybe one synagogue - probably reform or Chabad. Your character will have to seek out Jewish spaces, but they will be easy to find. They will not be everybody’s First Jew, but it will be unusual. Antisemitism here is mostly overt - most of the antisemites your character deals with will be very obvious and many will be violent. Jews in such situations will not hide their Jewishness per se, but will be more selective in choosing to disclose it.  6e. Rural areas and small-small towns will not have a synagogue. Your character and their family may be the only Jews or there might be a small group that meets on occasion or carpools to the nearest synagogue. They will have to actively seek out the others Jews and they will be difficult to find. Disclosing their Jewishness is a serious consideration and not always safe. Odds are they are many people’s First Jew, which gets really weird real fast. Beyond the harmless ignorant-but-trying-to-learn-from-their-first-Jew types your character will interact with, there’s also violent and overt antisemitism here.  6f. If your character is in college, they will likely have a Chabad and/or a Hillel on campus if they are at a large school or a school with a significant Jewish population. 

Related: when Jews meet each other for the first time, a game of “Jewish geography” ensues as they try and trace people they know in the other person’s state/city/community. 

Jews come in all shapes, colors, sizes, genders, sexualities, politics, and religious beliefs. There are all sorts of Jewish people with tons of different intersecting identities. Don’t box yourself in to writing one kind of Jew. Just research a ton on the particular subsection of the Jewish community your character is a part of - a Mizrachi-Jewish Persian-American bisexual woman is going to have a different experience than a straight Ethiopian-American Jewish man who is going to have different experience from a queer Ashkenazi-Jewish-American girl with non-Jewish family.  8a. Jews with Ashkenazi (eastern/northern European) ancestry and customs are the biggest group in the U.S., but by no means the only group or representative of every Jew. Sephardi (Spanish/southern European/north Africa), and Mizrachi (north Africa and the middle east) are the next biggest groups. It would not be unusual for your character to have Polish-Jewish, Iraqi-Jewish, Moroccan-Jewish, or Russian Jewish ancestry or a mix.  8b. Each of these groups have their own customs, Judeo-languages, local holidays, and local historic tragedies. Generally, historic Sephardi communities were linked between themselves, historic Ashkenazi communities were linked between themselves, and historic Mizarchi communities were linked between themselves. The three had some, but limited contact. Additionally, all three major groups have subdivisions within them.  8c. There are also smaller groups that don’t fall within the three traditional categories, like the Ethiopian Jews, the Cochin Jews (India), Chinese Jews, Gruzim (Georgian), and more. Most of these smaller groups were not in contact with the wider Jewish world.  8d. All Jewish groups start from the same base texts (the written Torah), and the majority include the oral Torah as well. Local interpretations and traditions develop, these are referred to as minhag(im) (customs). For example, the biblical commandment is to not boil a baby goat in its mother’s milk. Some communities extend this to mean no chicken and milk, others reason that chickens don’t produce milk so the mixture is acceptable. Both are equally valid interpretations rooted in tradition, but they are different.  8e. Marrying between Jewish subgroups in the U.S. is super common and outside of extreme or really intense groups is not frowned upon. Traditionally, the father’s minhagim are followed, i.e. a Syrian-Jewish father and a Spanish-Jewish mother would follow the Syrian-Jewish minhagim with their children. Many modern couples choose the mother’s traditions or mix them up, but that’s the traditional route. 

Unless they are VERY religious, your character’s family is unlikely to be particularly wound up about them being LGBTQ the way a comparably Christian family might, at least not because they’re Jewish. Samuel’s Jewish mother is likely unconcerned he likes boys and is much more empathetic than he must marry a Jewish boy and raise any kids Jewish. 

There are so many Jewish holidays, and they are not all celebrated the same or with the same intensity. Probably enough material for its own post, but the ones most likely celebrated by your character: 10a. Shabbat and/or Havdalah. Shabbat starts Friday nights with candles, wine/grape juice and challah bread, Havdalah ends Shabbat with a braided candle, wine, and aromatic spices. Shabbat dinner is usually a meat meal and it is common to invite guests or eat with friends and family (in normal times).  10b. The “High Holidays” - Rosh HaShanah and Yom Kippur. Jewish students often skip school for these. Yom Kippur is a 25 hour fast with services all day, Rosh HaShanah has services in the evening and morning.  10c. Passover - arguably the most important holiday. Celebrated with two sometimes agonizingly long Seders (ritual meals), family gatherings, and abstaining from leavened bread for 7/8 days.  10d. Hanukkah - Not actually that spiritually important, but culturally important for American Jews. Typically celebrated with candle lighting, presents, visits to family members, and greasy food. 

There’s a lot of wine involved in Jewish ritual, so it’s unlikely your character’s Jewish family are teetotalers. 

Jewish families tend to be very intense, loud, opinioned, caring, and involved, compared to many other assimilated American families. Shabbat dinner is not quiet. Dissent is a Jewish value - differing opinions are allowed (and expected in many circles), as is the ability to argue/defend competently. 

Jewishness can mean ethnic identity, cultural identity, and/or religion. There are several major denominations religiously, although that needs to be its own post in detail. The noteworthy movements at this point are Orthodox (further subdivided into Ultraorthodox and Modern Orthodox), Conservative (middle of the road, no relation to conservative politics), Reform, and Reconstructionist (both very “choose your own/your community’s adventure).

Probably will write more parts in the future, but this is heinously long already! Hope this is helpful!

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Suptober20 - Day 18: Dark & Stormy Night

Word Count: 1.5K

Feel free to read here or on Ao3:

Let It Rain

The wind was whipping outside Dean Winchester’s kitchen window, making large raindrops spatter against the glass. Lightning cracked somewhere in the distance, and Dean was not overwhelmingly surprised when the power in his apartment went out – the neighborhood was prone to outages in poor weather. Dean was disappointed, though. He had hoped to eat his dinner while watching a movie, maybe Tombstone or some other western to suit his mood.

But it was not to be, and he was grateful that at least his burgers and homemade fries were already done and plated. Dean pulled out a lighter from one of his kitchen drawers and lit some of the candles he had around his place. He put one on the table, another on the counter, then went to his hall closet and pulled out a couple flashlights. He was just about ready to sit down to eat when there was a knock on his door.

Dean sighed. It was rare that he had unexpected visitors, and he was tempted to ignore it, but in the end he thought that might be too rude, even for him. He went and opened his door, and found a somewhat familiar-looking man standing there in the darkened hall.

“Hi,” said the man awkwardly. “Uh, my name is Castiel Novak. I just moved into the apartment across from yours.”

“Oh, right. I think I saw you bringing things in the other day. Dean Winchester,” he replied, putting forward his hand, which Castiel shook. “What can I do for you, man?”

“I hate to bother you, it’s just, I was wondering if you had any extra flashlights or candles I could borrow? Mine are all packed up in boxes still and it’s kind of a mess trying to find them without any light to start with.”

“Ah,” said Dean. “You’re right, that does sound like a pain. Come on in while I find you something.”

Castiel smiled gratefully and stepped inside Dean’s apartment. He looked around with some curiosity, though what he could make out in the lowlight was hard to say. “What smells amazing?” he asked, taking a deep inhale.

“Burgers. Hey, have you eaten yet?” asked Dean suddenly. “Do you want to join me?”

Dean wasn’t usually the type to invite near-strangers for dinner, but he was feeling in the mood for company now that his movie-watching plans had fallen through. And if Castiel’s apartment really was still a mess of boxes, it would probably be a nice reprieve for him as well.

“Oh no, I don’t want to impose,” said Castiel.

“But have you eaten?” Dean asked again, more forcefully.

“No, I haven’t,” Castiel admitted.

“You’re staying,” said Dean matter-of-factly, and he was already on his way to the kitchen to start making up a second plate. “Come on, burgers are my specialty and I made enough extra. Lettuce, cheese and tomato okay, Cas? Do you go by Cas?”

“Um, sure. To both,” he replied.

Dean chuckled slightly as he finished topping the second burger with a bun. Then he took out a couple beers and brought everything over to the dining room table. Dean waved at Cas to join him, and the two sat down across from each other.

“Thank you for all this,” said Cas sincerely. “I haven’t met many people here yet, and I’m glad at least one of my neighbors is friendly.”

Dean grinned. “Of course, pal.”

Now that Cas was sitting across from him, Dean couldn’t help but notice how attractive he was. He was especially startled by the way the light of the candle was flickering in those clear blue eyes. Damn.

Cas took a bite of his burger. “Mmmm,” he hummed. “You were right, these must be your specialty. It’s delicious.”

Dean smirked. “They don’t call me the meat man for nothing.”

Cas tilted his head slightly, and Dean couldn’t help but notice that he also licked his lips before he spoke. “I’m not sure that means what you think it does. People might get the wrong idea.”

Dean looked down at his hands on the tabletop. He wasn’t shy at all about his bisexuality, but it was always a little weird announcing it to new people when he wasn’t sure how they would react. Especially a dude that he’d met today and had somewhat inadvertently invited to a candlelit dinner. Still, for some inexplicable reason, Cas felt like someone he could trust.

“Actually,” said Dean, “It wouldn’t entirely be the wrong idea. I’m, uh, open to…all…types of food.”

Cas snorted over his beer, and Dean felt a swoop of disappointment. But then his neighbor shot him a warm smile. “I’m sorry, I just can’t believe the coincidence. I am also open to ‘all’ foods. Not that I expected to mention it five minutes after meeting you.”

Dean felt his spirits lift slightly. If he was being honest with himself, there was a part of him that was happy to hear that Cas was queer because he was cute, and it opened up the possibility of something happening between them. But mostly he was just happy to have someone he could hopefully relate to, at least about that one part of his life.

Dean took a few bites of his burger, then said casually, “Well, I guess we skipped the small talk. Any deep dark secrets you wish to confess? Murder anyone lately?”

Cas smiled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Not lately, no,” he said, and Dean chuckled. “The whole moving across country has been a little time-consuming, you see.”

Dean relaxed back in his chair and took a swig of his beer. Then he gave Cas an appraising look. “And where is across country? Like all the way across?”

“Yep, all the way. New York.”

“Figures,” said Dean. “Seems it’s always California to New York or back again. Come for work, I’m guessing?”

Before Cas could respond, a loud clap of thunder broke outside. They both glanced towards the window, where the rain was still coming down in large drops. Cas turned back to Dean. “Yeah, for work. I’ve taken a position as a Religious Studies professor at USC.”

Dean felt a little put out, since he wasn’t sure he could make any new conversation out of this. He was not religious by any means, and didn’t feel particularly knowledgeable about the subject, either.

“So…you’re into all that God stuff, huh?” he asked, and regretted it the instant he said it. Cas was going to think he was uneducated, or judgmental, or something. What a mess.

But Cas just smiled and didn’t seem to find any harm in the question. “I’m not particularly devout, myself,” he said. “I do find religion and faith to be an interesting area of study. My classes tend to focus on how religion affects culture, and visa versa.”

Dean nodded. When Cas put it that way, Dean could kind of see the appeal. “I never thought that much about it, but I get what you’re saying. Religion is a huge influence all over the world…kinda cool to dissect what that means.”

“Exactly.” said Cas. “Now should I guess what you do?” He gestured at his now empty plate. “Because I assume you must be a chef at the most high-end burger restaurant in town.”

Dean smiled appreciatively at the compliment. “Nope,” he said. He stood up and began to clear their plates, somewhat awkwardly brushing against Cas’s arm as he did so. “Try again.”

Cas also stood and pushed in his chair. He helped Dean finish clearing the table, then leaned against the granite countertops to stare at Dean appraisingly.

Then Cas smirked, and there was no mistaking the flirtation in it. “Male model?” he guessed. His voice was low and deep, and Dean felt warmth spread through him.

Damn, Cas was smooth, and apparently interested. Who knew Dean would be swapping solo movie night for something that was beginning to feel more and more like an awesome first date?

Dean felt encouraged enough to press into Cas’s space, and was elated when Cas leaned in even closer.

“Sorry, Professor,” said Dean. “Wrong answer.”

Cas chuckled, and Dean couldn’t help but feel he was even cuter when he laughed. Cute enough to kiss.

So Dean did, and felt a swoop in his stomach when Cas kissed him back. Damn if this wasn’t like some fantasy: spending an evening with a handsome stranger, and then kissing him hard and pressing him up against the kitchen counter. Cas seemed to be just as eager, if the way he threaded his fingers through Dean’s hair was any indication.

It was intoxicating and perfect…

And then the lights came on.

The two pulled apart and blinked into the new brightness. Beeps from a number of appliances sounded throughout the apartment, and the microwave clock was flashing at them from the other counter.

Cas frowned slightly. “Guess that ruined the mood, huh?” he asked.

Dean bit his lip, then pulled away from Cas. Cas sighed and started to move as well, but Dean held up a hand to stop him. “Hold on, Cas, stay exactly where you are, okay?”

Cas squinted at him with interest. He watched as Dean made his way through the apartment, then laughed when he caught on to what the other man was doing.

He was turning out all the lights.

Dean returned to the now darkened kitchen and put an arm around Cas’s waist.

“Now, where were we?” he said in low voice.

Cas responded with a searing kiss, and outside, it continued to rain.

#suptober20 #Dark & Stormy Night #supernatural #destiel #deancas #destiel fic #my post #my fic

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Farmland

Summary: Going home for Christmas, you end up in a field of snow. 

Oneshot full of fluff 

Word Count: 2,324

Farmer!Soonyoung X Male!Reader

Requested: Can i have mreader with hoshi no 20

Prompt: 20. You spin out on ice into some farmers land at night. And guess who comes to your rescue.

(The crash is based on a real story,... I was listening to Thursday by Got7 and yeah,... but I had four wheel drive tho…)

When I was younger, I decided to leave the small rural town where I grew up. I left everything behind when I moved out for college and into Seoul. My parents encouraged my dreams, making sure I pursued them, not wanting me to have regret. The vast difference was astounding, while everyone knew each other back home. No one would even take a second glance at you here. Plus, the accent had taken me three steps back, and I didn’t even know we had an accent! Fitting in was hard at first, once I got in the swing, oh how I enjoy the city. But, the depth of my soul craves home. With that in mind, I call my parents up and tell them I’ll be home for Christmas. 

I miss my friends from my hometown, and one, in particular, is Soonyoung. Well, I would consider him more than a friend. I grew up about three houses away. He was the only other kid on the street. He is about a year older than me, but we started school at the same time. We were inseparable, up until high school, where a few things changed. He went to pursue his talents, and I worked hard to pursue mine. Of course, we still hung out outside of school. But when it came to school time, we were on opposite sides of the building. Quite literally, my classes were in the west wing, and his were in the east wing. Both of our parents have been close since mine moved into the neighborhood. Which meant we would be over each other’s houses to eat dinner on the weekend. 

We would spend that time catching up, yet, to only call him my best friend, would be incorrect. Because I had a major crush on him, my heart viewed him in a special light. Then we decided to go to a barn party, one of the kids in our grade was hosting. It was going well, I made a few new friends, and we played a game of truth or dare together. It wasn't until they dared us to kiss each other when I realized my feelings were more than friendly. He pulled me onto his lap, and the people hollered around us. I placed my hands on his cheeks as he held me close. When he kissed me, choirs sang, and when we pulled away. The look in his eyes was breathtaking we awkwardly backed away from each other. Because that's not what best friends do right?

About a week later, I would hear him tell his friends, 'a dare is a dare, alright?' My heart broke at the thought, but I knew it was fishy. He proclaimed he was straight, but with the way, he kissed me,... Yeah, Soonyoung, you’re definitely straight. And I’m a one-eyed, one-horned, flying purple people eater. My heart thumped in my chest as he kissed me for the first time in that red barn. He took my breath away, and to say I was the same after that would be wrong. 

It was a few weeks before I left for the city when he told me. “I uh,... I’m bisexual.” I accepted him with my whole heart, and I told him my orientation, and he held me in his arms. How I wanted to kiss him right then and there, but I knew if I did, it would make it hard to say goodbye. It was already hard to say goodbye, but if I had that added on top of this. It would have unpacked my bags and stayed here with him in our hometown. He wished me luck in the big city, and that was the last I heard of him. 

As I drive home, the snow barrels down, the big flakes don’t stick to the pavement. Especially, with the high amounts of traffic around here. So, used to the city salt and constant plowing; that I forgot how dreadful the conditions were in the rural town. When I enter my town that I haven’t stepped a foot in for five years now, my favorite song comes on. I turn it up and sing along to the lyrics. I see powder snow patches along the street and don’t pay much mind to them. My car makes noise as I go over them and roll my eyes continuing to yell the lyrics as I approach a curve. Around the curve, is a thick layer of powder snow, forgetting that ice likes to hang out underneath it. When I realize I hit a big patch of ice, it’s too late, and I overcorrect into the opposite lane. I gulp and quickly correct back into my lane. When all of the sudden I realize I turned too hard and end up going right into farmland. With my foot on the brake, I feel the car nearly flip. As it hits the ditch, and when it finally comes to a stop, I can’t help but sigh in relief. I rest my head on the steering wheel, and that’s when the flood of emotions hits me full speed. If there is one thing I miss from the city right now, that would be the plowed streets. 

I quickly call my parents, telling them I crashed my car on farmland. My father, asking if I’m okay and if I needed him to pick me up. When I see in my side mirror someone pulling up towards my car. I start crying even harder, afraid that because I’m on their land, that they will take me behind their barn and shoot me. “Honey bear, you’re going to be just fine. Everyone around here knows you and would never dare to kill you if they wanted to live.” I calm down a bit when I recognize the person walking towards my car that my fears quail. I tell my parents that I’ll call them later as I roll down my window. “Soonyoung?” He looks shocked to see me and he asks if I have four-wheel drive in my car. I shake my head ‘no’, and he smiles, “Alright give me a second I'm gonna go get the big tractor." I nod and wipe the tears from my face, knowing Soonyoung will help me out. 

He runs off towards the big barn and comes back out with a tractor. He hooks up my front end to the back end of the tractor. He comes over to my window and explains, “All I want you to do is follow me with your steering wheel, okay? If I turn, I want you to turn with me, can you do that? Also, make sure you are in neutral!” I gulp and nod I have never gotten towed in my life. He smiles and jumps into the tractor, and I see his face in his rearview mirror when he adjusts it to see me. He gives me a thumbs up, which I copy. I start my car and put it in neutral, and he proceeds to pull me out of the snow. He turns right, and I follow with ease once he has my car in the driveway. He hops out of the tractor and smiles, and I smile back as he unhooks us. 

He drives the tractor back into the barn comes back with a smile still on his face; "Well this was a funny way of seeing you. Are you going home to see your parents?" I nod, and I ask him where his parents are. They had to have heard the commotion? He tells me he’s alone for the holidays, that they went on vacation. I shake my head, “No, you can’t be alone for the holidays! You know what? I’m positive that my parents wouldn’t mind feeding another!” He shrugs, “Well if you’re offering,...” I nod, gesturing towards my passenger seat once, he hops in, I drive the rest of the way home with caution. 

“What have you been up to?” I ask him curiously, and he says, “Well, my father gave me the land, and that’s what I’ve been up to for the past few years. It’s weird living alone in your childhood home.” So much has happened in the time I have left, “What do you mean they left?” He shrugs, “They gave me a house and moved into a new one, across from your parent’s house.” I blink at him, my parents didn’t tell me, but I knew they would say, ‘it wasn’t important’. He tells me, “Enough about me, what about you? What’s life in the big city?” I smile and tell him, “It’s everything I wanted, yet it’s missing something,... at first, I thought it was the town. But I know the real answer, now.” I look over at him and give him a shrug as he had given me. 

I take a deep breath in as I pull into my driveway, and he places a hand on my knee. “There’s nothing to worry about, you know that right?” I nod, and he smiles at me, “I know it’s weird to be a visitor in your home.” He nods, and we walk up to the door together. I ring the doorbell, and my mother answers and greets me with a big hug. “Oh honey, you brought Soonyoung over?” I nod, “Yeah, his parents went home for vacation!” She smiles and lets us in, “How are my two favorite boys?” We smile at each other and back at her and tell her we are both doing well. My father comes up from the basement. He drops the box he was carrying when he sees the three of us in the living room. He smiles and pulls all three of us into a hug, “Oh, how I missed you guys!” My mom laughs and says, “You saw me three minutes ago!” “Yeah, but anytime away from you, darling is too long.” She blushes, and my heart warms at the sight. “Although I didn’t expect to see you here Soonyoung.” This time he explains how his parents went on vacation. “You were going to be alone!?” He nods, and my father’s jaw drops, “You’re always welcomed over, especially, during the holidays. You don’t have to be alone.” Soonyoung cannot help but smile and hug my dad, “I forget.” My dad ruffles his hair, and my mom says, “Who's thirsty!” We all holler ‘me!’ and rush into the kitchen. 

When we are all seated at the kitchen table and drinking hot chocolate. My dad asks, “How did you get out of the snowbank?” I look over at Soonyoung and tell them, “If it wasn’t for him, I would have walked home.” My mom gasps, “You could have just had us pick you up if it came down to it.” I shake my head, “I don’t want to bur--” She shakes her head, “You know you never could.” I nod and feel warmed. For the second time that night, Soonyoung places his hand on my knee to comfort me. I feel at ease as he explains that he watched it all go down. Once my car settled down, he pulled over and ran to make sure whoever it was, was okay. “Do you always drive that way?” He says with a nudge, and I pout. He laughs, “I’m kidding,” I shrug and tell them, “I only drive like that when my favorite song is on.” He agrees, “Me too.” I feel my body ease into the patterns, how I missed weekends like these. Except Soonyoung’s parents usually shared the table with us as well. It still felt comforting, and I can feel that crush coming back full swing. 

--

Once we all head up for bed, I invite him into my room, and he says, “Man, it has not changed in here one bit since you left.” I nod, “It feels nostalgic.” He nods in agreement, and we lay back on my bed, our legs dangling off the side. “You know when you left I realized I had a major crush on you that I never took a chance on.” My eyes go wide, and I look over at him, and he says, “When I saw it was you, all those feelings came rushing back.” I gulped trying to find my words. How do I tell him that I feel the same way,... My mind races as I tell him, “Soonyoung, even when I moved to Seoul, I still found myself thinking about you. No one could ever compare to your charming ways, and I feel the same way about you.” He looks down and grabs my hand.

I smile and interlock our fingers, and we turn our heads together. And before we can do anything, my father comes in with a plate of cookies. “OH--! Honey!! It finally happened! You owe me fifteen!” He puts the plate down and takes pictures of us lying together with our hands interlocked. “YES! I am so proud of you two!!” My mother comes rushing in with a big camera and hands my dad fifteen bucks. I ask, “You placed bets?” My dad nods, "Soonyoung's parents did as well, they thought you would be together before you had moved out. So we won that money…" I raise an eyebrow, and Soonyoung says, "You guys saw it happening?" My dad nods, "You guys never exactly acted straight. Plus, word got around that you guys kissed." 

I look over at Soonyoung and see his cheeks mirror my red ones. I hear my mom dial someone on the landline. "You will not believe what just happened!!" My dad leaves the cookies in the room and runs down the stairs, shutting the door behind him. I whisper, "Thank you for rescuing me out of the snow." He whispers back, "Thank you for inviting me over." We whisper at the same time, "Thank you for being mine." 

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[retvenkos]

hi!! congrats on 2.5k!! i was wondering if i could get a ship for atla, lok and into the spider verse (if that’s okay ofc!!) ?

i’m a 5”3 bisexual girl. i’m pretty sure i’m an enfj and i’m a leo (with an aqua moon and leo rising if that helps in any way!)

i tend to love/crave attention but i tend to be very insecure once in it (and just in general). i love meeting new people, i have a slight tendency of selfishness but i will do absolutely anything for my friends. i’m not a fan of taking a backseat in many things, including life. i like to poke fun at people but am always terrified of hurting their feelings. i also value peoples perception of me a lot.

i like to read, write, hang out with friends, learn new things, sleep, spend time with friends, photography, and going to concerts. i play basketball and work out on my own time.

hopefully that’s not too much/too little. thank you in advance and i hope you have a wonderful day/night!!

ATLA:

I ship you with Katara!

alright, so i think that katara would be a great match for you because you are both fiercely loyal and independent in life, but you also carry a softness with you that makes you feel vulnerable and insecure.

there is a bit of turbulence in both of you that would be disastrous when paired with someone incredibly turbulent (like zuko) or someone incredibly steadfast (like toph), so you both need someone who recognizes the struggles you face and gives them merit, but is also actively working for stability and peace.

you and katara would be good together because you will both do what it takes to save each other, no matter the cost. it’s good that you both have this attitude because when the other does something terrible in the name of saving everyone, you understand and don’t judge them for it. 

you’re both natural leaders with a fair amount of altruism, so you both strive to do what is best for everyone, taking charge in many situations. you are the parents of the group - making sure everyone is alright and doing what needs to be done.

if you have trouble making decisions, katara is wonderful to lean on because she always has an idea, and she’s acted like a mother for so long she has what it takes to make the decision. oftentimes you can be caught between two decisions, but by taking to katara, you can figure out what path would be best.

both of you are extroverted and love to be in the thick of things, so i imagine the two of you are a bit of thrill seekers - i have no doubt that katara would go to concerts with you and would play basketball with you (although she’s not very good and would much rather cheer you on from the stands).

i have this idea that in a modern! au the two of you met at a party or something similar - maybe you’re a friend of zuko’s and you force him to go to a party he was invited to, and you meet katara and the two of you immediately hit it off and hang out for the rest of the night.

or, both of you are photographers and in a high school! au you’re in a photography club together, and the two of you are tasked with getting pictures of some school event or another, and she drives you there, and afterwards you stop to get fast food and end up talking late into the night.

either way, the two of you are a force to be reckoned with, when you team up. you’re both supportive of each other and determined and reliable.

you are a little more tolerant than katara, so you are definitely one to talk her down, esp. when she’s holding a grudge against someone, and she trusts your judgement. you may not always get her to back down completely, but you do get her to back down just a little.

LOK:

I ship you with Asami Sato!

alright, so here is a power couple if i have ever seen one

you and asami are wicked smart with the outward confidence to change the world (while still being vulnerable to your own insecurities) and hearts big enough to want to save everyone.

both of you love learning and coming up with new ideas, so when you are together, your creativity just flows and you come up with cool, new ideas together.

you guys also have a tough side to you - neither of you will turn down a challenge, and your dedication to your friends is unparalleled. 

i see you guys as being the cool aunts - you are the voice of reason in your friend group, sure, but you also let them run wild with weird plans and interfere after the worst of the damage has been done. and it’s always like,,, you just go along with this ridiculous plan? “yep. because if we don’t, they’ll do it without us and that would be disastrous.”

okay, but i also just love the quiet moments between you two. you play pai sho together, and even though asami wins every time, you insist that at some point, you are going to win and continue to play anyway. 

i also think that asami gets pretty competitive? she loves winning, and even though she always asks you if you’re sure, she’s secretly very glad when you insist on playing (and losing).

and she’s also so supportive? she would love to read your writing or hang up your photography. she’s a proud girlfriend™ and will not hesitate to tell you how great you are. 

you, in turn, are constantly talking about how cool your girlfriend is - because have you met asami? she’s talented. she’s kind. she’s tough. she will kick you in the face, and then you’ll thank her for it.

oh, and 100%, asami will make sure that both of you find the time to sleep. both of you love having lazy weekend mornings where you stay in bed until noon, waking up when the sun filters through the windows but staying in bed, talking tiredly and laughing at each others jokes, intertwining your hands and playing footsie under the covers. you drift back off to sleep in asami’s arms, and when you finally wake up and decide to start the day, the two of you go to get brunch and then go for a drive.

and going for a  d r i v e  with asami is peak sweetness. you drive slowly through the city, hand in hand, and when you make it to the more deserted roads, asami goes fast. and spirits, you swear that she is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen when her hair is blowing in the wind and she has that determined but thrilled smile on her face.

Into The Spider-Verse:

I ship you with Miles Morales!

first of all, both of you have big hearts and believe that you can make a difference. you also carry that same bit of doubt and insecurity, so whenever you hype the other you’re not out of touch - you just truly believe the world of each other, so you are sincere in your belief that the other is capable of anything

you guys are also artistic, and that’s a source of bonding for sure. you both find things visually beautiful and you both have a way with words, so you two often hang out and just create together. you write while he draws, and then, on the weekends, you take photos while he puts sticker around town, or when he’s doing graffiti.

you’re also wicked smart - both of you. i imagine that the two of you love to team up on projects together because you work really well together, while still having fun. miles plays music for you while you’re working on the project, and the two of you debate over what artists are better.

miles probably introduces you to a lot of music, and the two of you plan to go to concerts together, if you ever save up enough money. 

but if you are a superhero too, you definitely just put on your masks and sneak into venues and listen from the shadows. 100%, someone has caught the two of you, and so now concerts will save a spot for their friendly neighborhood heroes - they mark it off with tape and everything.

i feel like you and miles will spend a lot of time just.... chilling. hanging out, talking about whatever comes to mind. you’re lives are often going so fast - with him being spider-man and everything, so it’s good when the two of you can just hang out, sprawled out on the floor while playing video games. you bring the snacks and miles provides the entertainment, and the two of you can just be kids.

you can both be idealistic and selfless when it comes to the people you love, and while that can sometimes be a dangerous combo to have, you are both constantly saving the other after they do something recklessly noble, so you keep each other in check.

you also lean on each other a great deal. you both trust each other’s judgement more than anything, and so you often have open dialogue about the choices you have to make, and what the best course of action would be.

also, something i think is cute is that both of you like to tease, but you worry about taking it too far. so both of you will say something and be like, “but i didn’t mean it— are you alright? because it was just a joke— a pretty stupid joke, actually, i don’t know why i thought it would be funny—” and the other is like. “i promise it’s alright. yes, you’re fine i swear. i’m all good, i guarantee.” 

#2.5k celebration! #celebration #lxncelotships #i love asami a whole lot you deserve her tbh

[whiskehorange]

A follow up from my last ask- bisexuality is often glazed over as pan but transphobic or pan for cis people and that’s equally as damaging, often more so than debating the actual definitions vs. personal ones and so on. As with all identities and labels the meanings are fluid as they are personal descriptions and not one size fits all- but what *is,* is supporting and recognizing trans/NB folks within any type of relationship (even straight ones) ❤️-your friendly neighborhood WGS proff.

This is what I've been saying!!! Minus the big words!!!

[thelucyverse]

Suburbs fic idea - Andromaquynh/2 (1)

Her first welcome committee arrives as Quỳnh is just about to finish moving the furniture in the kitchen where it belongs. Next would be the living room, but in the middle of it is still an antique wardrobe that is meant for her upstairs bedroom, and it is too bulky and heavy for her to carry up the stairs on her own. The previous owners had left it behind, and Quỳnh loves the sight of the dark hardwood doors already, but she'll need help to relocate it - well, if anything that's a good reason for her to be friendly to the neighbours. She's sure at least one of them will be willing and able to help. One already offered, even, when she was carrying things inside from the xxtruck- she had declined xxly, not wanting anyone to mess up her things, or spill the contents of a more dangerous carton. For the wardrobe, though... Well, it will have to wait now.

For the moment, she sits down on the kitchen counter with a bottle of cold lemonade - getting her minufridge running first thing had been the best idea she ever had - and enjoys a moment of peace.

It doesn't last long.

The doorbell rings, and with a sigh Quynh hops down from the counter, careful not to spill any of the lemonade. She briefly contemplates putting on something prettier to wear, one of her blazers perhaps or some jewellery to make a good first impression, but then she just makes her way to the front door. Whoever is there has no doubt already seen her move things all morning, even if it isn't the man who offered to help or the woman who had xxwaved from the window.

It is the woman from the house opposite hers, after all - Celeste, she says to call her, the "inofficial spokesperson of the street, though not so inofficial anymore after they tried to have me elected during the last garden party", as she introduces herself.

"Well, it's wonderful to meet you, Celeste," Quỳnh tells her with a bright smile and takes her hand. "My name is Ngô Thanh Quỳnh, please call my Quỳnh as it is my given name.

"Nice to meet you, Quỳnh," Celeste smiles, and then she slides her bag from her shoulder and pulls out a large box of salad. "I wasn't sure whether you had anything to eat, it must be a hassle going grocery shopping on top of moving, so... I hope you don't have any allergies? I figured a salad was safest either way..."

"It's wonderful, thank you," Quỳnh smiles, accepting the salad. "The only allergy I'm aware of is to walnuts, so as long as there aren't any of those in there..."

Celeste laughs. "No, there aren't! Although you should be careful at the Freemans' parties then, they have a wonderful big walnut tree, and Mrs. Freeman tends to put them in everything. She lives there in the house next to her daughter's, who moved here first and bought her neighbour's house for her mother when- well, you'll meet them both soon enough, Nile and her wife Jay are about our age."

"I'm sure I will," Quỳnh smiles. "Now, I best put this in the fridge... Do you want to come in?"

"If you don't mind?"

~~~

"Is that you?" Celeste asks, pointing to the large photo print on canvas leaning against the wall, showing two women embracing in the desert.

"No, a photographer friend of mine gave it to me," Quỳnh replies, thinking back to Lykon and his side hustle of smuggling documents with a smile. "Well, an acquaintance, really- though I guess he counts as a friend by your definition. I just like the picture."

"By my definition?"

"I would just use the word acquaintance instead, you see? But I've found that Americans say 'friend' much more often than I am used to, I just say it for what you might call best friends, everyone else I call friendly acquaintances."

"Ah," Celeste smiles, then tilts her head. "Do neighbors fall into the category of acquaintances?"

Quỳnh shrugs.

"Friendships can happen there too, of course, but honestly I'd take even longer to switch the terms there - you're neighbors first and foremost, you have to live in the same area, that's a category all on its own, isn't it? But maybe we can be friends in the future." she says it with a twinkle in her eyes to make sure Celeste won't be offended.

"Just maybe?" Celeste replies with a smile in turn.

"Well, I barely know you, I don't know whether maybe you're all bigots or something around here," Quỳnh replies with a grin to soften the blow. "I don't know you very well yet, after all- though from what you told me about the other neighbours earlier, I at least won't have to worry about too extreme homophobia, if a lesbian marriage is tolerated?"

"Oh, don't worry about that! We're an inclusive bunch, or trying to be. You won't have to worry about racism, or-" she nods at the photograph, "it's not just you Nile and Jay, either- I might be married to a man, but I'm bisexual, and we have a bunch of gay men as well... I suppose once an inclusive community like this exists, it attracts more of the same! We also have people of several different religions, So, you don't have to worry about that either, being a witch-"

"I'm not a witch," Quỳnh replies, a little perplexed.

"Oh, I just saw the crystals on the mantle, and the pentagram on your shirt... Sorry, I shouldn't have assumed," Celeste explains.

"Oh, this is a band shirt! And for the crystals, I just think they're pretty, no idea about any healing powers. I'm a bit of a magpie, if anything, a hoarder of shiny things..."

"Oh, you'll have to meet Booker then! He's an accountant, but he learned to do jewellery for his late wife, and he still does a lot of it now in his freetime- his neighbor and best friend Nicky is also gay by the way - not that I think you have to be best friends with all the gay people, of course! Just that well, you're here alone... And as far as I'm aware, he knows everyone in the gay community, he might be able to introduce you to some ladies in nearby neighborhoods, I don't think Nile or Jay would be much help there, they mostly stick to themselves."

"Oh, I'm not really looking to date anyone right now," Quỳnh replies a little awkwardly. "Not that I'd not like a girlfriend, but I need too much alone time for most people to handle, especially I think those in the suburbs aren't usually looking for a casual relationship like that, where the end goal isn't to move in together and constantly hang out..."

As she says this, Quỳnh notices a certain... /glint/ in Celeste's eyes. What - does the other woman want to prove her wrong? Well, if she wants to meddle, thinking she has someone in the area that might be interested in Quỳnh's way of life, that doesn't mean Quỳnh will have to act on it. And if maybe, just maybe... No, she shouldn't hope for a relationship on a hunch of someone maybe wanting to play matchmaker. She not just doesn't enjoy being around people 24/7, she also has a lot of secrets to keep, and she doesn't really plan to live here permanently, either.

"You're not much of a people person?" Celeste slightly changes the topic. "You seemed so extroverted just now."

"No, I do need my me time," (true), "So I guess you could say I'm not much of a 'people person'" (at least, she never learned to hang out with normal people), "...but I'm sure we will all get on fine. - I hope you don't mind if I don't always join all activities, it wouldn't be anything against you, I just don't always have the energy for that kind of thing." she much prefers the anonymity of the city for the same reason, where she can go out and meet someone when she feels like it, and stay in and ignore the world otherwise. If anyone asks, she'll say that she's a bit burned out and got recommended a small town to relax - what they don't need to know is that she is indeed quite burnt out from assassin's jobs, that she wanted to do one more big hit to get enough money to quit, but the job was so nasty, she instead killed her employer, a gang leader, and stole his money and organization paperwork instead of doing the assigned job - and is now lying low in case the rest of that organization is now looking for her. Same result, really, except she would have preferred to spend her retirement somewhere other than a suburban picket fence house.

"Alright... I guess maybe we should leave early then, leave you some energy to meet the rest?" Celeste asks.

"No, no, don't mind me, I can survive a day of welcomes, I just meant in general, for the future... Wait, is really everyone going to come today?" (goodness, those people are insane, they consider stopping someone from fixing their house for an entire day a friendly welcoming? Sounds more like slow psychological torture)

"I can text and ask whether some can come tomorrow or the weekend, if you'd like? Not that we have, like, a neighborhood groupchat, just several inofficial friendgroup chats, all friends here - well. By the american definition, I suppose, but most of us do meet up from time to time for more than just neighborhood friendlyness." Celeste offers.

"No, no, it's fine," (at least it will all be over quickly then), "and do you know anyone who could help me carry the old wardrobe upstairs? It's still standing in the living room now"

"Sure! Nile might be strong enough, or Nicky maybe, or if we try it in a group?"

"Sounds wonderful," Quỳnh replies, mentally going through the damage created by several people she doesn't trust carrying a large wardrobe up the stairs. Does she have any paint in case they hit the wall in places? She just hopes the wardrobe itself will survive. "I'm sure we'll all get on wonderful, if they're as nice as you are!" she adds with he bicest honeypot charm smile, mentally sending Now Please Go Away I Still Have So Many Things To Do.

#tog #not lverse #suburbs andromaquynh

[sawyerhunt]

  *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ( ALEX FITZALAN, CISMALE, HE/HIM, SCORPIO, 24 ) I just spotted SAWYER HUNT at the beach today. Don’t you know them? They live down by THE ROCKS and usually hang out with THE OUTCASTS & THE ATHLETES  cliques. From what I’ve heard, they can be INSOLENT, but they’re also LOYAL. I always think of them when i hear SOME KIND OF DISASTER - ALL TIME LOW and tend to associate them with BRUISED KNUCKLES, WORDS ON THE TIP OF A STUBBORN TONGUE, AND BROKEN CHAMPAGNE BOTTLES. ( daniela. she/her. 23. pst. )

      *adele voice* hello, it’s me.  this is your friendly neighborhood dani coming at you.  i’m so excited to be here !   i can’t wait to write with all of you. this is sawyer he’s  what i like to call ‘a natural disaster’  so pls be kind to him he’s trying his best. if you’d like to plot with yours truly give this post a like or message me on discord @ 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘮  👻#3685 xoxo gossip girl. 

tw: drug addiction, abuse, &  mental illness mention. 

B A S I C S !!!

name:  sawyer christopher hunt

gender: cismale

age: 24

dob: october, 27th 1997

zodiac: scorpio

hometown:  sandpoint, Idaho.

sexual orientation: bisexual

drinking/smoking/drugs: yes/yes/no.

B A C K S T O R Y !!!

life has never been kind to him, ever since he was born on that cold autumn night in the middle of nowhere idaho. it's a story you've probably heard a million times before, with a junkie dad and a crackpot mom he was destined to be nothing special. the responsibility to look after his four siblings landed on his shoulder when he was just a kid. begging and stealing were the only ways to put food on the table since his parents used all the welfare money to feed their addiction. grown-ups referred to him as a bad apple, someone so rotten they had to keep their kids away so they wouldn't be poisoned. friends were scarce but when loneliness is all you've ever known it can be hard to care.

he spent his teenage years in and out of juvie, sometimes for good reasons and others because that's where everyone thought he belonged.  over the years things at home got worse, his father was never around and when he was, he made sure to color his ivory skin red and purple. his mother's mental health only deteriorated over the years, she often put herself and everyone around her in danger. the doctors called early-onset dementia and without money or resources, it was now his responsibility to look after her as well. he used to wish she was more like his father, he was an abusive asshole by nature, it was easy to hate him. but, her? not so much.  

when he turned 18 he decided that enough was enough.  he didn't want to live in that small town where everyone thought the worst of him.  he was tired of the beatings, of the responsibilities, and all the pain he'd endure throughout his life.  he applied to all the colleges he could think of and begged a god he didn't believe for a chance to get the hell away from this place. the universe finally took pity on him and gave him the lifeline he'd been looking for, an acceptance letter to a school in san diego.  his sister was just shy of seventeen, years older than he had been when he became the head of the household, she would be fine taking on his role.  without a second thought, he packed his bags that summer and bought a one-way train ticket to california.

P E R S O N A  L I T Y !!!

the type of dude that would punch you in the face if you look at him the wrong way. but also the type to fight everyone to protect you.

can come off as a dick at first but once you get to know him you realize he has a kind heart.

he thinks he has to prove himself to everyone, he may deny it but he craves validation from his peers.

as a teen one of the things that saved his life was soccer, he was the best on the team and not at all shy about it. in fact his performance was the main reason he got into college. in that way he’s a typical jock.

don’t ever bring up his family he’ll beat you up.

bisexual af bc i will never play a hetero.

he desperately wants to believe in love but doesn’t know what a healthy relationship is. 

kind of a whore tbh

he’s a lot smarter than he looks. 

likes pineapple on pizza. 

W A N T E D    C O N N E C T I O N S !!!

first love

ex

secret affair

best friend

bros who get touchy when they get drunk

enemies

frenemies

karaoke partner

a friend he watches true-crime docs with

they dance on tables like its coyote ugly

literally anything im so needy pls

 P I N T E R E S T !!!

#hqclique.intro #ignore any and all typos pls im tired

[soundlessdancer]

talk about ya favorite marvel movies ya nerd.

BITCH! YES! LET’S! GO! I mean outside of MCU? Deadpool, love those movies. Also, the only Spiderman movie I have seen in theaters (or at least I think I saw it in theaters) was Spiderman 3, y’know, that one. I’ve only seen two Spiderman movies out of the six released in the last twenty years (live-action I mean. I’ve seen Spiderverse) and the other one is Homecoming. But let’s get into the meat of this. 

So I had only seen like 3 MCU movies in full before this past like…week and a half (FIrst two Avengers movies and GOTG, I was on vol.2 for about two months tbh) and I’m actually making a checklist in my bullet journal so I can keep track of what I have seen. But character-wise and everything, the first Captain America movie has to be my favorite right now. The three cap movies are definitely up there on my favorites, Civil War above TWS (which I just found the latter to be weirdly paced and it wasn’t as focused ON The Winter Soldier as much as you think it would be for that being the movie’s subheader/subtitle idk. You could name it Captain America: And Now There’s Nazis Again! and you have to say it the way John Mulaney does) 

In short, I’m a big fan of Captain America. I’ve had a shirt with his logo on it for years. I tried watching the first film several times but my attention span can really suck but I finally was able to get myself through it and my guys, my friends- I. Am. So. Bi.

But aside from me being really thirsty over Bucky and Peggy in CA:TFA (Looking back to ‘11 when the movie came out I always found Peggy super pretty in the trailers and was super focused on that??? Like oh you sweet summer child yes some of that is just loving the aesthetic of her but also you’re so not straight. W/e i was in middle school that shit didn’t matter then)  I just really love Cap’s origin story! Physically I’m actually just a tad shorter and like…10lbs heavier than Steve was pre-serum and like….can we talk about how tiny that is for a hot second? Especially for a guy in his twenties???? I’m a cis female and considered VERY tiny so for a cis guy that is just….so abnormally small.

(I’VE ALWAYS LOVED THESE PHOTOS THEY MAKE ME CRACK UP)

OKAY I went off topic again but yeah, first Cap movie! It is definitely my favorite because of my already large bias for him but also I really love Steve Rogers as a character, who is borderline chaotic good in this film just from how far he’d go so he could fight for the greater good and what not. The “I don’t like bullies” line is really something that struck me, especially as someone who was bullied from like….2nd/3rd grade to the end of high school. I mean a lot of what is said between him and Stanley Tucci’s character whose name I can’t bother to look up rn the night before the experiment is just…a really good scene and Steve sticks by what he was told, to stay a good man. I guess part of it may be self-projection because I’m really stubborn but who knows.

   I also like that the whole movie you’re learning as to why Steve ended up in the middle of nowhere in some crazy aircraft thing all cryogenically frozen and everything. This really is a lot of rambling but some of my favorite MCU scenes are in this film:

 Peggy punching that one sexist asshole -

Peggy being far more than just the romantic interest and how she brings up the blatant sexism she’s had to face 

any scene with Peggy really. 

Steve rescuing Bucky from the Hydra experiment place thing is well-done and does some very minor foreshadowing as to what will happen to Bucky/ what has already happened to him (I mean…how the hell was he able to do that much physical strain when he was just rescued from the lab where he was being EXPERIMENTED ON. Also, it explains why he fucking survives that fall from the train) 

“I’m from Fresno, Ace.” WHAT A FUCKING LINE THOUGH 

Did Cap really not know what fondue was….? 

I’m like halfway through the first Iron Man and like…I know Howard Stark is shitty especially as a dad but idk I just like his portrayal in this film (him being one of the few who recognized Peggy as an equal

Bucky being completely brushed off when he hits on Peggy “It’s like I’m invisible” but him also realizing that she was far more focused on steve like…idk bucky just could’ve been lowkey a fuckboi here but he’s doesn’t pull any of that shit 

I’m just really bi for Peggy and Bucky ESPECIALLY in this movie 

I mean I even fucking knew what was gonna happen to Bucky and I was still shocked

OKAY I have no clue how well this answers the question but it is really just me rambling off what comes to mind. Honestly, a big push of motivation to watch these movies, in particular, comes from an Adventure Zone fanfic I’ve been reading called All the Things You Prayed For by @anonymousalchemist and @marywhal  which honestly any Adventure Zone fan should read even if they’re not a Marvel fan because it’s just a super well-written story!

Alright, I think that’s it. Feel free to send in more asks if you enjoy these weird ramblings or are just curious! I’m super new to being like….into the mcu and marvel movies, so just having been bingeing a lot of them lately really makes me understand why people love them so much.

#words from your friendly neighborhood bisexual #marvel #oof this went on longer than i meant #but isn't that my life story #but no fr check out that fic it updates every 'wrong' thursday (which includes this thursday hELL YEAH) #it gives me something to look forward to inbetween taz episodes

[letmeplaytheliontoo]

Green, Green Shorts (Her perspective)

TASM!Peter Parker x reader

Word Count: 3036

Summary: “Oh really?” you say, giving your ass a little wiggle against him. You hit pause on the movie and turn to face him.

“I just . . . “ his eyes run down your body, devouring it as if it was his first time seeing it.

“Just what?” you purr as you start to kiss along his jawline.

His hand stretches down your body to reach for the skin of your thigh as he takes your lips with his. You hook you leg over him to straddle him and you’re greeted with the feel of his hardening length. He takes your ass in both hands as he breaks away.

“I fucking love these green, green shorts,” he pants.

You erupt with a laugh. Whatever you thought he was going to say, it wasn’t that.

SMUT! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

This is my very first fic. Please be gentle with me. I am a bisexual who can't decide and so I wrote this as two versions (his/hers). The other one is on my page. Thanks to Capzi for being such a supportive and wonderful beta.

You step into your apartment at 9 pm, just in time to see Peter swing into your living room window.

“Hey gorgeous,” he says, removing his mask. He crosses the room and gives you a light kiss.

“You’re home early,” you say in reply, taking off your heels.

“If you’re just getting home, you’re home late. You’re working too hard.”

“Ha! Says the savior of Manhattan.”

“Hey.” He wraps his arms around your waist and rests his forehead on yours. “I just want you to be kind to yourself.”

“I know, love. Thank you. We’re just getting buried at work,” you exhale and start to snuggle into his chest. “What the fuck is this sticky shit on your suit, Peter,” you say with a tired laugh.

“Uuuugh, I got slammed into a soda fountain while stopping an attempted robbery.”

You laugh at the image. “Oh, Peter, you’re getting too old for this.” God, you love this man.

“Oh, my back is well aware of that fact.” He grins. “Take a deep breath. Relax. I brought home take-out—"

“From the attempted robbery place?”

“Well, I wasn’t going to turn down food.” He laughs and gives you a peck. “I know how much you love egg rolls. I’m in for the night. Let one of the other dozen supes take care of the city tonight. Let’s just enjoy a nice night together. Give me just . . . seven minutes to shower and I’m all yours, babe.”

After eight years together, you both know that you both feel better if he showers before snuggling up with you. You’ve had a bit of a day. A bit of a week, if you’re being honest. This global burnout is getting to you too. Tonight, you just want comfort, and an easy night with your love sounds absolutely perfect.

While Peter is washing off the grime of being the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man, you go into your shared bedroom and dig into your drawers for the comfiest thing you can think of. You know what you want. You want your purple charlotte russe t-shirt. It may be 5 years old and full of the stitches you added to patch all of the holes in it but it. Is. Magical. It’s endlessly soft and it makes you feel sexy no matter what you weigh so this is definitely your go-to. You ditch your work clothes and your underwear and you change into your purple shirt and your very soft and very short, green sleep shorts and breathe. This. You needed this. You use some cold cream to remove your make-up, pull your hair up into a messy bun, step into your kitchen, and pour yourself a large glass of wine.

He steps out of the bathroom wearing his very worn Ramones t-shirt and his favorite grey sweat pants sitting low on his hips. A smile stretches across his lips as he leans against the doorframe. You can feel the relaxed joy on your face as the flavor of the eggroll hits your tongue.

“Thorry,” you say with a full mouth when you realize he’s still watching you. “I got too hungry to wait for you. Want some wine? Wanna watch something?”

His smile is broad and easy. “Yes. And anything you like.”

You decide on Deadpool 2, a comfort movie of yours. As a former theatre kid, you really appreciate the Yentl jokes. He has admitted that he’s very charmed by this Wade Wilson guy.

You relax into the couch, leaning a little away from him and on to the armrest. He looks down at your legs and sees all of your gorgeous skin on display. He’s mentioned how he loves how your body has spread over your years together, especially your thighs. And these green shorts really show off your legs. They’re so wide in the leg that he can very clearly see that you aren’t wearing panties. You can feel him looking at your tits. He makes no attempt to hide how much he loves your tits.

He pulls you back over to him and slides behind you in a spooning position and kisses your neck as he slides his hand across your round hips.

His mouth feels luxurious. You love the way he feels against you with his lips on your neck. You’ve always had a weakness for neck kisses. He learned this about you after two dates and hasn’t let up since. You release a soft sigh of contentment.

His right hand starts to lightly skate over your body. Gently stroking the skin exposed between your shirt and shorts, he hums in appreciation of your silky skin. It seems that can no longer resist and he brings his hand up to cup your breast over your shirt. It’s more of an affectionate gesture than purely lustful. He plays with the weight of your breasts in his hand. Then he lightly brushes the skin just above the neckline of your shirt as you feel the first signs of his arousal growing behind your ass.

“Oh really?” you say, giving your ass a little wiggle against him. You hit pause on the movie and turn to face him.

“I just . . . “ his eyes run down your body, devouring it as if it was his first time seeing it.

“Just what?” you purr as you start to kiss along his jawline.

His hand stretches down your body to reach for the skin of your thigh as he takes your lips with his. You hook you leg over him to straddle him and you’re greeted with the feel of his hardening length. He takes your ass in both hands as he breaks away.

“I fucking love these green, green shorts,” he pants.

You erupt with a laugh. Whatever you thought he was going to say, it wasn’t that.

“Peter, these are just cheapy shorts I picked up at Target.”

“Thank God for cheapy target shorts. And this shirt,” he hums trying to kiss his way down your chest while remaining underneath you. “You’re never allowed to get rid the this shirt,” he adds as he sucks a nipple through said shirt.

He elicits a tiny moan from you for that but he responds with a growl and suddenly he has lifted you both off the couch to pin you against the wall. You are, once again, reminded of how grateful you are to have a boyfriend with super strength. You haven’t had many partners that could do this with you.

“Babe,” Peter wines, “I don’t think you understand what this outfit is doing for me.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed. What with the pinning me against the wall with my legs wrapped around your—” He pulls your face towards his to kiss you deeply as he thrusts up against your center.

You hastily grab the bottom of his shirt so you can touch more of his skin. Once the offensive shirt is gone, you rake your nails up and down his chest and back while kissing his throat. God, you love his chest. You look up and see his breathtaking smile as he tries to breathe through the pleasure of your hands and lips on him.

“These shorts are too dangerous,” he huffs.

“Why do you say that?”

“Well, they give me too much access to this pretty pussy,” he says as one of his long fingers ever so slightly grazes your lower lips. Your pussy rushes with wetness and your whole body gives a little shiver as he smirks at your reaction.

“Do you want to cum on my fingers? My tongue? My cock? What do you want, babe?” he hums by your ear in between kisses and feather light strokes over your clit.

The ideas are all too appealing. “D) all of the above?” you whimper.

“Oh,” he says delightedly, “eager much?”

“Please Peter, just don’t let me think too much.” He stops to lock eyes with you. Uh-oh, you’ve said the quiet part out loud . You know that he can see how much the week has gotten to you. He lets you down so he can take your face in his hands. He kisses you slowly with so much care. “Of course, my love. Anything you need.”

You’re touched by his gentleness and it’s lovely but not want you want right now. “Good,” you say grabbing him by the hips to pin him against the wall. “Because I would really like to suck your dick right now.”

“Hey—” he starts before he sees you down on your knees kissing just above his sweatpants. He tries to interrupt you but you are very distracting and he can’t seem to focus. You skim your nails over the V of his hips as you pull down his sweats and as you come eye to eye with his cock you lick your lips hungrily and hear his head hit the wall behind him.

You wrap your fingers around his smooth shaft and place an open-mouthed kiss on his head. You bring your tongue out and start to lick him like he’s an ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day. You send a mental thank you to Dr. Ruth for giving you this technique. He chuckles lightly but you look up to lock eyes with him while you take his cock deep into your mouth and start to stroke the rest of him with your hands and the laugh dies in his throat with a gasp.

You know he loves how sexy you look with your top sliding off one shoulder as you bob up and down with his cock in your mouth. You use one hand to start to lightly tickle his balls with your nails but he stops you. He grabs your arms and pulls you up to kiss you.

“You are stupendous and I love you and thank you but I want to take care of you,” he kisses you deeply. “And I need my stamina.” He lifts his sweats up and then wraps your legs back around his hips so he can carry you to the bedroom.

His kisses are urgent now, firmer. One hand is placed behind your head so his fingers can tangle into your hair as his teeth graze your bottom lip. You love how hungry he seems to be for you. He places you on the bed and starts to run his hands all over you.

“I think, I’ll start with these,” he says, bringing his hands up to your breasts. You relax into the bed as he brings his mouth to the top of your shirt while his hands slip beneath. He gets a hold of a nipple and gives it flick with his fingers which makes your breath hitch.

“This top is wonderful but I need more access now,” he says pulling it off of you. As soon as your tits are exposed his tongue is on one nipple while his fingers work the other. The way he works your breasts is so good and God, you love it but you need more.

“Don’t be too gentle, Peter,” you plead just before he starts using more teeth to worry your nipple.

“I know what you want, love,” he purrs as his hand moves up the inside of your thigh. You feel a swell of wetness gathering at your center.

His long forefinger slides slowly up your slit. “You’re so wet—”

“Your fault,” you hiss.

“You definitely seem to be enjoying it though” he chuckles into your neck. Your hips give an involuntary jolt trying to get his finger to your clit but before he touches it, he brings his finger to his mouth, sucks it lasciviously, and moans.

“Peter, please . . .”

“I want to taste you.” He grabs you by your hips and pulls you to the edge of the bed. He starts to kiss your thighs and hike up the shorts. You think he might just try to work around them when he raises a little higher and starts to kiss your soft stomach. He hooks his fingers into your shorts and pulls them off. He pulls back to admire your naked form, like he hasn’t seen you thousands of times before.

“I will never get over your pussy.” It’s barely a whisper, but you heard it. You only have a moment to appreciate his admission before his mouth is kissing up your thigh towards your center. Your breathing quickens and you find yourself fondling your breast.

He pauses to look up at you with a devilish grin before licking up your slit to your clit. Your composure breaks. He starts to run a pattern over your clit with his tongue but you can’t place it. Not knowing the pattern is driving you a little crazy but then you feel a finger slide into you and you no longer care about the pattern. He hums his approval on your clit as you quake.

“You like my fingers, huh?”

You try to roll your eyes as you say, “What do your spidey senses tell you?” He laughs but you moan lightly and flutter as he adds another finger and starts to thrust them in earnest. He starts to lick the pattern again and you bury your hand in his hair. You need to hold him where you want him.

“So good, baby” he says, practically on top of your clit.

“Please, Peter, suck on my clit.”

He happily obliges while he curls his fingers inside you. You build. You can feel that you’re getting close.

“You taste so good,” he pants. He takes his fingers out and uses your slickness to lightly touch your back entrance. You know you won’t last long if he puts a finger there while going down on you.

“You want it,” he asks, smirking, knowing full well what your answer will be.

“God, yes.” The slow stretching of you is delightful. He’s working your ass so slowly but he is licking you so wonderfully. It only takes a little more of his finger and him humming on your clit and you are toppling over. It takes you a moment to realize that sound you hear is you just moaning “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” as you cum. He holds you in place as he fingers you through it.

“Peter . . . cock . . . please,” you beg, pulling him up to kiss you. You reach to pull down his sweats. His cock looks so hard, leaking pre-cum and you can’t wait. As soon as his knees are on the bed, you straddle him but he holds you up off of him so he can take his cock in his hand and drag it slowly between your lips.

“Fuuuuck . . . baby. . .” The head of his cock brushes against clit and you shake. “I think I am going to drag this out.”

“I had a feeling that you might,” you say, nipping at his ear. Who are you to complain if he wants you give you multiple orgasms? He lays you back so he can run his cock through your lips more. It’s the most delish torture. He keeps brushing your clit with his head and you know that you’re going to cum again. “Peter . . .”

“I know, love. You’re so good. I want you to—”

You beat him to it. Your orgasm has taken control of all brain function and you can barely see straight but he’s still stroking you and you start building again and this time, you need control.

“My turn, bug boy.” You roll him over and pull him to your center before he realizes what’s happening. You inch down onto him and see his eyes flutter and your both groan. You wait. You know he needs a second after waiting this long.

“Hmngh . . . I’m okay, baby,” he says while grabbing you for a searing kiss. You start to move up and down on him. He feels incredible stretching your cunt. His hands are running all over your body trying to touch anything, everything he can. You can tell how much he loves this position.

You love this position. You can control the strokes and angle them just the way you want to but as your thighs start to burn, then you remember the issue with this position. His cock is just as long as his gorgeous but giraffe-like neck and it takes a lot of movement to give him the strokes you both like.

He sees you starting to struggle and he smiles. He reaches to hold your ass up so he can thrust into you from underneath and with his free hand he puts a finger to your mouth.

“Get it wet, love. I want you come with me one last time.” You take it and run your tongue over it.

“Touch me, Peter.” He rubs tight circles over your clit while he thrusts. Your hands are in his hair and you kiss his neck, making him quake while you hum your pleasure.

“Jesus, so good . . . Peter. . . Yes, fuck, please, yes.”

“Are you going to cum, baby? Once more? Hmmm, God, I’m so close,” his thrusts are becoming less controlled. You can feel it. You’re so close and then he hits that one spot, so deep, once, twice, three times more and you are yelling, begging and you don’t even know what you’re saying anymore because there is only Peter and he is yelling your name over and over and over and thrusting one last time.

He holds you to him and he’s whispering in your ear as you both try to level your breathing.

“Jesus, babe. That was . . . outstanding. You are amazing.”

“Coming from ‘The Amazing Spider-Man,’ that’s quite a compliment,” you grin, collapsing into the crook of his neck.

“I think I’m going to buy you a thousand of those cheapy target shorts.”

“If I’m going to get sex like that out of it, I’ll happily wear those shorts every day for the rest of our lives.”

#tasm fanfiction #andrew garfield #peter parker/reader #peter parker smut

[backdeck-potato-novelist]

I Get The Feeling That I’m Right Where I Belong

Chapter 2: Know That I Am Home

AO3

Previous/Beginning, Next

Of course, that was as far as the rest of Paris knew. The moment they all settled back into their spots, for all the world looking like your average teenagers, they pulled out their phones and checked in. It wasn’t like anything worthwhile would even have time to happen before school ended.

Bugaboo: So…

Bugaboo: Movie night tonight? My place at 6?

DarknessAndChaos: I’ll bring the popcorn

RealFox: Duh!! Soda

RealFox: Also, I’m literally sitting right next to you

Ssssnake: I got extra blankets

Turtlurtlurtle: Wait no

Turtlurtlurtle: Blankets are my thing

Turtlurtlurtle: My whole deal is blankets

Queenie: He attack

Queenie: He protec

Queenie: But most importantly

Queenie: He lose his blankets to a snek

RealFox: It’s okay babe

DarknessAndChaos laughed at “He lose his blankets to a snek”

RealFox: You can bring blankets too

Bugaboo: More blankets are always better

Turtlurtlurtle laughed at “He lose his blankets to a snek”

Turtlurtlurtle: Big mood Queenie

Ssssnake emphasized “More blankets are always better”

Queenie: I got pillows

TheDragon: Does Bustier just not care???

Queenie: Nope

Bugaboo: Technically yes, but like???

DarknessAndChaos: At one point in the very distant past

RealFox: Are you sure she ever did?

Turtlurtlurtle laughed at “Technically yes, but like???”

Turtlurtlurtle laughed at “At one point in the very distant past”

TheDragon: Fair enough

TheDragon: I can bring candy

TheDragon: I have found my mother is willing to buy as much as I ask for when I say it’s for Adrien

DarknessAndChaos: Does that mean I get first pick this time?

Ssssnake: Unfortunately not, babe

Ssssnake: Numbers don’t finalize until your class is over

Ssssnake: But it’s looking like Turtlurtlurtle is taking the cake

Turtlurtlurtle: Details please!!!

Bugaboo: You’re at 2800 right now

Bugaboo: I’m at 2750 though…

RealFox: I’m at 2500!!!

Queenie: Wtf?!?!?!

Queenie: I’m only at 1700?!?!?!

Queenie: Twitter has failed me

DarknessAndChaos: Fear my power!

DarknessAndChaos: I have 983!!!!!!

Sssnake liked “I have 983!!!!!!”

Sssnake: You got this babe!

TheDragon: Haha!

TheDragon: You are all weak. I have…

TheDragon: Drumroll please?

Queenie: Badabadabada

Turtlurtlurtle: Tststststststs

Bugaboo: Patapatapatapata

RealFox: *slapping the table as fast as I can*

DarknessAndChaos: tappity tap tap tap

Ssssnake: 🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

TheDragon: 194! Mother! Flipping! Tweets!

Queenie: Whoo!!!

Queenie: That’s my girlfriend!!!

TheDragon: Moral of the story is that I would like to yeet the next lucky charm

Turtlurtlurtle: Or you can yeet Bugaboo

Turtlurtlurtle: That’s how I always roll

Bugaboo: Bustier is watching us

RealFox: Gtg

RealFox: ...Bugaboo got to it first

Ssssnake: See everyone at 6

The various members of Team Miraculous quietly slipped their phones back into their bags and pockets. It didn’t particularly matter though, as almost immediately after, the bell rang and the class was released.

Marinette immediately took off sprinting home. If she was lucky (which she usually was, as of late), she could finish the main stitching on her latest commission and make extra muffins and cookies before anyone came over. Adrien joined Juleka and Rose as they descended slowly to the front of the building so he could see his boyfriend quickly. It was difficult finding time to be together in their superhero identities, so they made as much time as possible when out of their disguises. Alya, Nino, and Chloe meandered over to Kagami’s locker to wait for the blonde’s girlfriend. They were chit-chatting aimlessly, supposedly.

“I mean, at this point, I feel like Carapace is getting worse,” Alya practically shouted, laughing. “He could barely throw Ladybug twenty feet.”

“He should definitely work out more. Y’know, with weights,” Chloe chimed in.

“Weights would be a good idea,” Alya agreed. She reached over and squeezed her boyfriends bicep. A pause, and then she squeezed again. “Well, uh, damn, okay. Ignore me please, because I need a minute here.” 

“You know what they say,” Nino said. “The girls love muscle men.” He put on his best smoldering look and posed, and winked at Alya, who bent over giggling. Kagami joined the three of them and began opening her locker

“As your friendly neighborhood bisexual, I gotta say it’s mostly just the muscle part. The man part is optional,” Chloe said. She leaned in to Kagami, and kissed her cheek over her shoulder. “Like this. This is good muscle.” She grabbed one of Kagami’s arms and held it up. Kagami spun away from her locker, flexed dramatically, then kissed Chloe back. Chloe laughed her way through the whole demonstration. 

“I mean, yes, but also,” Nino swept Alya up into his arms bridal-carry style.

Alya blushed. Kagami burst out laughing.

“Now you’re just making a scene, blanket man.”

“Oh, that was low, Kagami. That was a low blow.” Nino looked mock-offended. “Quick, Alya! I need you to dramatically feign being injured by these mean words for me!” Alya dutifully obliged. After stealing Nino’s headphones from around his neck to better impersonate him, she mimed an arrow piercing her heart and the ensuing Nino-death that followed.

“You wound my boyfriend, Kagami. You wound him,” she whispered dramatically.

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #chloé bourgeois #alya cesaire #Nino lahiffe #Kagami Tsurugi #luka coffaine #chloé x kagami #adrien x luka #alya x nino #daminette #my fic

[gcttis]

NAME            :  Cheyanne Regina Rhodes

NICKNAMES :  Chey (pronounced Shy), Annie, Chichi (by close friends), Rhodey

AGE               : Thirty-five

BIRTH DATE  : August twenty-eighth

HOMETOWN : Newton, TX

ZODIAC         : Virgo

AFFILIATION  :  None

JOB                :  Home care aide

SEXUALITY    :  Bisexual

STATUS          :  Single

RELIGION      :  Agnostic

RECORD        : Public intoxication 

POSITIVES     : Outgoing, confident, adaptable, charming, independent, discreet, friendly, compassionate.

NEGATIVES    : Flighty, untrusting, reactive, solitary, cynical, petty, calculating.

INSPIRED BY : Misandei, Ali Rose from Burlesque, Cordelia Chase, Piper Halliwell, Lorelai Gilmore, Margaery Tyrell, Mercedes Woodbine

cheyanne’s best feature is her ability to mind her business

she was never a particularly curious child but that was mostly due to the fact that she never had anything to be curious about, adult business was always handled in front of her, she rarely ever had any questions

her mother had had her as a result of an affair with some hotshot mayor from a couple states over and then landed herself back in newton to raise her only child alone. she took a job as a gogo dancer at a nightclub in houston, eventually becoming the manager and so all of her time was spent there.

chey’s neighbors were her babysitters, a kind elderly couple with a bunch of foster kids who chey fit right in with. she’d sleep at their house more often than not, though she did return home to shower and change and do homework on occasion

on sunday mornings, her and the kids would sit in front of the television and watch mtv hits on repeat. it was during this that the appeal of dancing presented itself for chey: she wanted to be like britney, like janet, like christina or aaliyah or beyoncé. so chey began to spend all her free time locked in her house, mimicking the moves of the music video vixens she saw

by high school, she was out on saturday nights like her mom and fell in with a crowd of deseo workers, working backstage as their own personal waitress

as she did this, she learned all their moves and routines, perfected her pole routines, memorized the steps nearly perfectly, learned to do makeup and how to install wigs properly - she was primed for her eighteenth party so she could applyy and she got accepted, almost immediately

chey always told herself it was only temporary, only a bit of fun because she was gonna be a nurse, a “respectable” job that she would like a real life adult at and so when she wasn’t nursing a hangover or practicing routines during the day, she was in class at the local community college to get her nursing certification

upon graduating, she was faced with the decision to either quit deseo or not become a home care aide right then - but chey knew if she didn’t quit right then, she never would and so she did. it was hard, she loved deseo, but she wanted to avoid becoming a cliche: a washed up stripper who thought she was still hotshit and never fully grew up

her hair, which she always wore in purple or blonde, was dyed back to black and that’s when chey knew for sure that she was never going back. her purple hair had become her signature color and now it was gone along with the nights of drinking, dancing, doing lines, smoking blunts, and letting completely loose. now she was an “adult” - except nobody told her how boring that would be

it’s been almost six years since she quit and she’s been working as a home care aide full time since then, moving into a nice neighborhood, and trying to put her past life behind her in favor of this new, significantly more boring one

while at deseo, chey was under no illusions that her bosses weren’t exactly on the up & up. but that’s where her magical ability to mind her own business came in - chey would walk into rooms with money laid out around her or a man bleeding on the couch and not even flinch. if it didn’t pertain to her, she didn’t give a damn. it’s actually quite amazing, her ability to be unaffected by the wildest things and it has certainly helped her keep a calm head while taking care of others. you could hold a gun to the girl’s head and she wouldn’t even shed a tear.

a part of her will always miss deseo and she loves to hang out with the girls from there again but only in the daytime, as she doesn’t wanna go back to that party lifestyle. still, a part of her will always want to dip her body into a barrel of glitter, put on a blonde wig, and let loose on a stage with the whole room’s attention on her, just like old times

chey is very kind, always looking after coworkers, always offering to babysit the kids of her friends and all that jazz, and the patients love her. sex workers ask for her specifically, bc she knows a bit of what that life is like and will never judge them for it. she’s kind and sweet but underneath that is a jaded girl who only sees the worst in the world. she will always be like that, she thinks, and will never trust anyone fully, not after a childhood that showed her that people that can disappear from your life as easily as they can enter it.

fun facts ! she has a persian white cat named buffy, she takes care of three ridiculously rich retirees and most of the time they send her away after she gives them their meds so she’s nearly always free, she saved up enough money from deseo to buy herself a brand new escalade straight after graduation and she still has it, she and her mom barely ever talk even though they both still live in newton, she knows of her father but has never tried reaching out or anything but she has googled him several times, she knows all the words to rent, she is strictly a tea drinker and has enough tea in her pantry to fill up a whole row, she has a bad potty mouth that she’s been trying to fix for years, she can speak spanish conversationally, a whiz at chess

#rideintro.

[deadfricnd]

◊ ♫ ◊— look what the cat dragged in! that’s JULIETTE ASHFORD and SHE is an around 22-year-old NEWCOMER to the store, but they’ve been in the neighborhood for 3 MONTHS. I think they are a WAITRESS AT ROSE DINER and I overheard them listening to CRUEL by ELLIOT LEE, and, I dunno man, it seemed pretty fitting. Like, call me shallow but I look at them and think of MADELYN CLINE and SMEARED MAKEUP, TENNIS SKIRTS WITH THIGH HIGH SOCKS, DIRT HIDDEN UNDER MANICURED NAILS, and, BEING FORCED TO GROW UP. (ooc info: peyton, they/them, est, 22) 

imagine if i played a character who wasn’t a bitch!! too unrealistic. i simply do not have the range.

name: juliette ophelia ashford age: 22 years birthday: september fourteenth (virgo) pronouns: she/her hair: blonde eyes: brown height: 5'6 visible markings: n/a sexual preference: bisexual virtues: pragmatic, intelligent, resilient vices: bitter, stubborn, easily frustrated

juliette was born in the upper east side! yes like gossip girl. maybe she is a blair waldorf type lowkey. she’s the only child to now divorced couple lennox ashford and odette von allmen. the situation was admittedly pretty messy. lennox ran away with a model who was twenty years his junior when she was eight years old. the last she’d heard from him was a postcard sent to her a few months ago from morocco that said the couple was expecting another child. but don’t worry juliette’s definitely over it.

odette worked as a corporate financier at breckenridge & co. which meant she was able to provide the finer things in life for her daughter. fancy private schools, summers in rome, and invitations to high profile events. she was cold and sometimes distant but juliette never held that against her. she herself wasn’t exactly the most warm and fuzzy person. they didn’t have that kind of relationship and she accepted that. 

it didn’t take long for juliette’s nanny to notice how she seemed to develop quicker than other children her age. picking up words faster, adapting her speech, asking constant questions of what she saw and heard. the list went on and her mother soon took the girl to a doctor who found out nothing wrong with her except that she was gifted.

since then, odette had done everything in her power to create juliette into a carbon copy of her. honestly, she was just happy to finally be spending time with her mother. she felt close to someone in her family for maybe the first time. they both saw an opportunity although it was for entirely different reasons. odette taught juliette she could earn affection if she did things for other people such as her. which is definitely how you raise a well adjusted child. she said she had “big plans” for her daughter.

she rebelled the normal amount for a teenager, underage drinking and bringing boys and girls into her bedroom that wouldn’t have been allowed to spend the night if anyone knew they were there. juliette looked down on her peers who would take things a step further and instead focused on her education like her mother wanted her to. after getting admitted to columbia university with flying colors and is ready to complete her ba with the very achievable dream to get her phd. 

that is until the nightmare of juliette losing all of her assets happens. 

long story short odette was proven guilty for high profile white collar crimes. she’s shipped off to prison for what feels like a lifetime and leaves juliette penniless. not being able to afford the tuition and with the university not providing aid as they didn’t want to associate with the ashford name she’s forced to drop out. 

she’s quick to get herself back on her feet as she was too stubborn to ask her father for help and her circle back in manhattan would only whisper as she walked by. juliette moved to a shitty apartment in crown heights and the rose diner was quick to hire her after being short staffed. since no one else would take her she accepted the job offer and she’s been in brooklyn ever since.

Headcanons

she has a white persian because what other cats do preppy rich girls have. his name is samson and he’s got a fairly friendly temperament unlike his owner. 

juliette’s never really...worked before. if the owner wasn’t so considerate she definitely would have been fired by now. she’ll often talk back to rude customers, forget orders, and sometimes even leave before her shift ends. she tries to be nicer since it’s all about the tips but new york tourists just make it so hard.

she’s actually fluent in swedish! it’s thanks to her mother’s side. also knows basic french and german.

her personality is generally not pleasant, which is something she’s working on. she makes snap judgements and gets irritated easily and can come off as condescending even though she has no right acting like due to her situation.

she writes letters to her mother every once and awhile but never sends them. it’s a very mixed bag of emotions.

Connection ideas

a roommate or two! after all nowhere in new york is cheap. i can’t promise she’ll be a good roommate but she will...be there. and pay her rent on time! so. 

family! cousins are welcome as always. i’d also be down for half siblings or anything like that because affair rights.

coworkers at the diner who probably have to pick up her slack.

regulars! don’t know how she’d manage that but if your character enjoys watching a disaster that could be what keeps them coming back.

childhood friend? the way i’ll say they can be rich or not. someone juliette felt very close to!! bonus points if they are rich and dropped her after she lost her money for some drama.

spare hook up?

spare ex?

#this took me five years to write and it isnt even that long smh #fr.intro #( *ooc. )

[bubbelpop2]

see, a lot of people get confused or upset when they hear about the term bisexual lesbian, because from the bisexual side, it feels like Erasure, it feels like you're being told that being bisexual is just a gateway into being either gay or straight, and from the lesbian side, you might be insulted at the fact that somebody might think that you're attracted to the opposite sex that you're not attracted to. And it's okay that you're upset, that's natural.

But I want to talk about the history, and the origin of bisexual lesbians come especially around Stonewall. I did a paper on this, and while it was a paper in high school, I'm also a gay kid, and wanted to do this topic for a very long time. not specifically about bisexual lesbians, but I did a paper about Stonewall, and it included a brief history of bisexual lesbians.

So, when the world is against you, gays have a habit of banding together. sticking together, not only because it's safer, but because the LGBT community has a certain culture that you can only get from another gay person, and you know this, every time you watch a drama show with two straight people in it acting like their unhealthy relationship is normal. You know LGBT communities are different, and have different cultures, than straight people.

And so what we do, is we band together. And during Stonewall, the people who were at the front lines, throwing bricks at the paddy wagons, were often, trans women of color, butch lesbians, bisexuals, and gay men. A lot of the bisexual women, quite a bit of them, banded together with the lesbians, because they could relate to the more than they related to the bisexual men at the time. and because they were around lesbian so often, because they were so immersed in lesbian culture, and because they interacted with lesbian so often, they ended up dating women a lot more than they dated men.

Does this mean they are not bisexual? No, it does not, not at all. They're just as bisexual as the next bi person. But their sense of communion, who they often spend their time with, and who they identified with the most, both as comrades against the patriarchy and against the cops, and as available romantic partners, was solidified through trauma, hardship, and camaraderie. it's like, how most of my life, before I even knew I was gay, I sort of, gravitated to people that held similar ideals as me.

Bisexual lesbians, which do exist, whether you like it or not, may seem confusing to you. those are two completely different identities, which mean two completely different things. One is monosexuality, the attraction to only one gender, or at the very least, one side of the spectrum. And the other, is attracted to multiple genders. It seems like those two labels, when put together, would be mildly insulting it best, and Erasure at worst.

But instead of thinking about the definitions of the words, let's think about the kind of people we think about. when somebody says bisexual, I imagine the 3-5 friends in high school, and online that I have had that are bisexual. When somebody mentions lesbians, it reminded me of my girlfriend back when I was still feminine presenting, and of her friends.

And when I thought about bisexual culture, and lesbian culture, instead of the definitions of both the words, the identity made more sense to me.

Imagine that you're bisexual. A lot of your friends are lesbians. You've dated a lot of lesbians. You are still attracted to other genders. You are still attracted to men. You have dated men. You like men. and on the rare occasion that one feels confident enough to present in public, you also like gender-nonconforming people, and non-binary people.

But.. weirdly enough, spending so much time with lesbians, and being on the front line, being such a welcome part of the community, without them disrespecting that you're bisexual, you feel. More at home. they recognize that you're bisexual, and they welcome you into their Community anyways, because that's just how most lesbians are. kind and considerate, because of the hardships they had to go through as adolescents when they figured out who they were. You feel welcome. You don't feel unwelcome when you hang out with other bisexual people. And you don't feel discriminated against, when you choose to hang out with lesbians.

You've become very invested in their culture, the people. You know the lesbians that frequents bars, you know the lesbian bars, you know a lot of people in the community. You're the friendly neighborhood bisexual, and they're completely fine with that. You feel safe.

Yes, you're bisexual, and you always will be attracted to more than one gender. And that's okay. But, After all you've been through, and how accepting the lesbians are of you, you consider just dating women for the rest of your life, and identifying as a lesbian.

And then you realize that, no, that's not going to change the fact that you're still attracted to men, and you're still attracted to people who aren't women. You're still bisexual. But you're so invested in the lesbian community, and you talk to lesbians so often, you're so invested in the lesbian culture, that you feel like one of them. Accepted. not necessarily one of them by definition, but one of them in the way you act, and think, and who you hang out with.

You think- I'm right at home here. I'm Bisexual. I'm a lesbian. I'm a bisexual lesbian.

Written by a very queer trans man that thinks that you should explore what concepts are instead of immediately rejecting them, which is why we have all of this anti nonbinary and anti ace stuff circulating around that doesn't help anybody. I'm not one, but I support people who are bisexual lesbians. And I also support people who are bisexual. And I also support people who are lesbians. I did my really deep digging research into Stonewall, and bisexual lesbians were at the front lines, with everybody. their identity is not malicious, and they did not create it with you in mind. They created it for them. For them to feel comfortable.

And honestly? I feel like we have no right to police anybody's identity. At all. there's no need to put every human into a separate little box for every single category that they may or may not fall into. Which is why I also firmly believe that trans lesbians are lesbians, non-binary lesbians are lesbians, and he/him lesbians are lesbians.

Trying to be "normal" and lying to police the "weirdness" that's inside of your community, or trying to police the stuff it doesn't make sense to you, is just as bad as homophobes that immediately attack what they don't understand. I didn't used to understand either. I thought it was stupid, honestly.

And then I got confused as to what bisexual lesbians even were. Who they were attracted to, and how that affected what they labeled as. And I looked it up and.. they're bisexuals. They may have a preference for women, they may just prefer hanging out largely at lesbian gathering sites and bars, or maybe they used to identify as lesbian, and it's just a more comfortable term for them.

And honestly? The reasoning behind their identity is none of my business. And it's not really any of yours, either. I don't have to understand it to be able to respect it.

They're not trying to tear the community apart, they just exist.

-Adam, who's reblogged things supporting bisexual lesbians before, so if you're surprised by this, you might want to leave.

#shut up bubbz #not tagging with any of the related or discourse tags #because I don't want drama #I just want to make it very clear that I support bisexual lesbians on this blog #I might not understand it #and I might be a little uncomfortable #but that gives me even less of a right to berate or police something that I don't understand