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strawberry-twinkies · 1 year

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hello everyone, my name is hazel, welcome to my TedTalk- this is actually going to be a super long post, sorry!! but this is, in my honest opinion, why fall fair suite is actually a really, really good opening song (and is better in every way than uranium suite).

First, to get my bias out of the way, yes, one of the reasons is Jane Doe. Firstly, Jane is probably one of my favorite characters, and i love her- but also!! I might be incredibly stupid, but if im hearing correctly, the scale Jane sings in Fall Fair is the same as the scale she sings after her high notes in TBOJD (the ones after "Oh, my soul" and "Who I am") which is just,,, really cool!! And I love how it ties back into Jane's whole song :) I also personally think her two high notes at the end are meant to represent screaming, just like most people assume for TBOJD!! Im also just glad she's included because SHE DIED IN THE ACCIDENT TOO!! SHES JUST AS IMPORTANT AS EVERYONE ELSE!!

Aside from my,,, obvious bias, lets talk about the song itself!! It starts off very happy! The choir is talking about the fall fair!! Its so fun!! Yippeeeee!! But then Karnak starts talking, and it's like..kind of a punch in the gut even if you know the musical? Like… you hear him call it a eulogy and it's kind of a "haha what,,," and it slowly kind of hits you as it goes on and when he says "the now deceased st. cassian choir" its just. sobbing shaking. i am physically ill. AND TH. THE "i wish to give them a chance to express not what they were perceived to be, but what they dreamt they were." SCREAMING. THAT IS SO SAD.

AND THEN THE MOOD COMPLETELY DROPS (like the rollar coaster haha)??? And it starts with the slow piano music anD THEIR LITTLE SOLOS ACTUALLY KILL ME. I love how everyone gets a part (except jane :( ) and theyre so good and so jjust,,,, they tell their reactions so well in my opinion?? The "I wonder how can this be fair?" part. i am deceased. LIKE ITS LITERALLY A PUN? OR AT LEAST A PLAY ON WORDS?? But also the whole vibe of it is so,,,, hrrgh. And then Jane shows up but shes not there so its this spooky soprano lady singing a spooky scale-

"What a load of friggin' junk! That crusty carnie, clearly drunk! Sue that fair for everything they've got!" "But what's the point of even suing? Dead, we're done, there's no undoing. Nothing left to do except to rot!" JUNDJNFJnjFG THIS PART KILLS ME. I LOVE IT SO MUCH. OCEAN IS SO ANGRY AND LIKE,,, GGRRRR. Ocean is so upset that she died. She didn't want to even get on the ride (more on that later) and now she's dead becausse of it. She died on a roller coaster, of all things, and now she'll never mean anything to anyone and she'll never matter for anything besides her DEATH,,,, she's just going to be remmebered as some hippie's daughter that was in choir and died in a roller coaster accident like DJNjnFJNFFGFNJG im crying.

And then there's the slightly silly part and I KNOW the line "Now i know what YOLO really means" is supposed to be silly but it breaks my HEART. Like, Mischa. Bby. I WISH YOU STAYED ALIVE AND MARRIED THALIA,,, SHE IS REAL IN MY HEART AND THEY LOVED EACH OTHER,,,, but like,, that line hurts so much idk why

ALSO!! The "Life is just a dream" line echoes the progression in "It's just a ride" which is cool!! :D I really like that personally, I think it's a nice little reference tthere :>

Then the next part is in Uranium suite so. :)

BUT THE ROUND AND ROUND PART I PERSONALLY LOVE. AND THEN OCEAN SJNJDJNFJNNJD- THE FACT THAT SHE DIDNT FEEL SAFE ON THE RIDE AND DIDNT WANT TO GO??? IT HURTS ME SO BADLY. LIKE, OCEAN BBY NOOO- I WISH YOUD HAVE LISTENED TO YOUR INTUITION-

And then the way you think it ends, but it doesn't is so cool in my opinion?? And also the "we're never going back" is just. i love it. Then the progression of "but what really happens" is so good?? And Jane coming back in is honestly just,,, i love it. It reallly finishes the sound in my opinion :) i love jane so much and her soprano is so silly!!

Two more things I forgot to include!! First of all, Fall Fair being right before Jane Doe's Entrance is cool because along with Karnak's Dream of Life, it introduces her before she's officially introduced!! Like, "Oh, by the way, here's the mysterious soprano you guys heard earlier!" and I love it :)

ALSO!! Fall Fair Suite is the first song the whole choir sings together, and It's Just a Ride is the last song they all sing together and like,, the fact that they follow a similar motif at one point is like.. a nice little nod and i love it!! This musical you guys,,, they actually thought of EVERYTHING and its so good <3 <3 <3

Thank you all for reading this!! <3 + dont kill me if you like Uranium Suite no hate to it i just think Fall Fair Suite is really really good :)

#ride the cyclone #rtc #ocean oconnell rosenberg #ricky potts #constance blackwood #noel gruber #mischa bachinski #jane doe #karnak #fall fair suite #uranium suite #yippee!!#yet another hazel rant im really sorry

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forbidding-souda · 2 years

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Hello I know requests are closed but could you (May you??) make a Angie Y. x Ultimate Actor S/O?

Angie Yonaga with a SHSL Actor S/O

i still hate the formatting for tumblr but you know yolo i suppose -- it's getting easier to deal with. hanging with my husband tomorrow and it's the last day we will see each other until I go away for the summer wahh wahhh

if this is written like dookie then I am so sorry for some reason I lost all my ability to comprehend english

currently listening: put your head on my shoulder by paul anka

playlist: vincent sinclair being my boyfriend

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-Mod Souda

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✯ She considers acting a form of art. To her, you are an artist. She knows you put effort into your craft and that you can flex it just as she can her tapestries. She loves art and she loves artists, and she loves you. She makes sure she is informed on all of your crafts no matter what form they come in. She likes coming to your fan meets or your vip hangouts, but it's the panels she doesn't like to attend. That many people who practically worship you makes her uncomfortable, she wonders if Atua would be jealous (and definitely not... her being jealous, homesick even).

✯ She also expects the love to be reciprocated. She wants you to support of her arts, and she wants you to know a lot about the history of what she does and the reason she does it. She likes it when people listen when she talks, so you better make a deal out of portraying your active listening. Her love language is act of service in the sense of like she wants to you you're thinking about her and what you think she would like.

She rests her head on your lap as you sit up. Her arms are in the air, and she's counting on her fingers.

"And when we get married we can also have famous paintings around the venue. Who do you desire? How do you feel about D. Howard Hitchcock?" You just nod, stroking her hair, listening to her ramble on more and not even give you time to respond. She speaks of statures of marble to your left and right as you give your vows. She loves the idea of marriage — she speaks about it more than anything else. Her love for you is loud and passionate, and her talk of the future portrays this more than anything. You pet her hair a little more. "You're so cute," you say. Her eyes soft for a second. She stares up at you with admiration. "Oh! Thank you very much. You're beautiful as well, I love you very much."

✯ You always manage to find one of her paintbrushes or her pens in your bag (for pens, you know it's hers because of the paint stains or the crusts of clay).

✯ She always makes sculptors relating to the shows that you are apart of. They don't always include your character, but rather an idea that your character is trying to portray.

✯ If a fan approaches you while she's with you and they are getting a little too excited she is just going to stare at them with her wide blue eyes.

✯ She brings up Atua a lot, of course, and she attached a blessed trinket to your bag so that his love is always around you.

✯ She believes that Atua gifted you for her and that his will helped you achieve a happier life, too. She thinks he was pairing the two of you together for some ultimate plan that involves both of your prosperity. Atua loves you because of all of your characters you play and the positive feedback they all get!

✯ She loves giving you gifts and they are almost all diy so there you go.

✯ She does get lonely very easily so she does not like it when you are aware from home for too long.

#angie yonaga x reader #angie yonaga #danganronpa #x reader

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shrimpbait4sof · 1 year

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Let me explain myself:

I don’t not want you but I also do not want you.

I don’t know what I want. I know three things; I’m bored, I’m lonely, and I like being your friend.

I wasn’t going to say anything until I was more sure if what I’m feeling, especially since new things have come up since whenever I said what I said. Also I genuinely don’t remember saying that to Pandora but I definitely could have. Who told you/how did you find out? A really smart move would have been to say that you heard whatever when you actually just lied to see what I’d say since you’re curious.

We’ve been friends for basically this whole school year. Legit friends even though we mostly act like we don’t know each other when you’ve called me crying and I’ve gone to you crying (multiple times). We’re opposites. Different lives lived, but we have somethings the same. We both love nature and seem to be high introspective. Valid things, so that’s cool. I think we make good friends and potentially more than that.

I have no clue how much m, if at all, you’re over her. And sadly I can say the same; I’m not sure how healthy it is that I can still see myself with her. For me, I think experiencing new people might help. So I try to kinda put myself out there. I’m bad at it, and often I don’t care enough. But I’d like to change that.

But then there’s that one time something lowkey weird happened. You were pretty awkward afterwards, also valid. But we got over it. Like it really wasn’t that big of a deal. But it did open up a few questions. Was I just available, or did you think about me like that other times? You’ve called me a few times drunk asking for me. I mean, cmon that’s a tad confusing. I’m also fucking crazy and like to over analyze everything. I definitely care about you a lot, and I think you care about me too. If you didn’t, you’d be a fucking psycho and stone cold. Maybe you were vulnerable and let yourself think those things. I literally fantasized about getting married to a fucking sailor right out of school, so like I kinda get it. I can drop feelings pretty fast. Don’t say his name because he’s a weird exception. He doesn’t count. But if you insist, I don’t care that I’m not friends with him anymore. I recently realized I am able to find comfort in letting people come in and out of my life. I try not to get attached. In fact I think fewer people is better, I’m fine without most people. Yet with that said, I’d rather keep the ones I care about in my life. There’s really not that many, and they are usually good people whose company I enjoy. Yet the world doesn’t stop spinning. I strongly believe that things happen for a reason. Everything is a lesson; something to help you learn and grow. So I’m thinking of this like that too. If you can’t be friends with me after this, then so be it. Sucks, but I respect that. I’m fairly confident I can tho. I’d just need a definitive answer. I’m so go with the flow, it sucks sometimes. I’m down to try whatever, but that can end messy. But also like, that’s life? I’m trying not to take things so seriously. Yolo. Like fr. I’m gonna go live in the woods with two of my closest friends for a year teaching a few thousand 10 yr olds how to build log forts and newts. Anyways. Do what you want, try to not make it weird, life ain’t that serious to me, and I do care about and myself.

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onlyyvette · 2 years

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Playing With The Demon Brothers(Beel)♡

NSFW Minors dni

Warnings: DOM/TOP reader, SUB/BOTTOM character, implied amab reader but could be read as afab reader with a squirting strap, cock cage use, feminization, Beel's cock is referred to as a clit, housewife Beel, edging, oral fixation, dumbification, praise, self-degradation, heavy degradation, probably ooc Beel but yolo ig, this is very long

Word Count: 4,381

A/n: So...I lied. I ended up making the Beel fic instead of the Mammon fic because I had a better idea for Beel compared to Mammon. Now that I'm think about it, I'm just going to write for the brothers in a random order because I'll be able to post quicker than if I write for a character that I'm less motivated about.

Sorry for all the Mammon lovers that were waiting for his, but I just didn't have enough creativity

Also, this was too goddamn long...pretty sure it's my longest fic. I hope you guys are fine with that!

Beel♡

You and Beel have a wonderful relationship.

While Beel may seem stoic and uncaring, he isn't like that in reality.

Truly, he was one of the sweetest people, or demons, that you had ever met. That's what made you fall in love with him.

Now here you are. You're married to Beel and in a very happy relationship. Sure, you have your differences, but that's what helps you two get along and learn about each other.

One of his favorite parts about your relationship, is how much you take care of him as your sweet house wife<3

As your cute wife, Beel stays home, cleaning and cooking, making sure that the house will be to your liking

Though when Beel cooks, he'll have to order food for himself multiple times so that he doesn't eat the food that he's making for you

Beel would definitely be an obedient wife that would always listen to what you say but he gets too excited once in a while and starts to disobey you

Especially when you lock his clit in a cage

He can't stand it! He'll try to be a good girl and not touch himself, but it gets so hard that he almost always caves in

And when you two fuck while he's in his cage, he gets much more needier, leading to him disobeying you without even realizing it

Luckily though, you'll always be a good spouse and punish Beel properly like your he deserves!!!

"Bye Beel," you call out from the doorway, making sure your shoes were completely on before leaving. Right when you were about to make your exit, you could feel Beel's arms wrap around you in a tight hug. "Sorry Beel, how could I forget?" you turn around and give him a kiss. It seemed like a little thing, but Beel could never enjoy his day without you when you didn't give him a goodbye kiss. Breaking away from the kiss, you leaned into his ear. "And make sure to keep your hands away from your clit. I know it's caged, but we don't want you getting distracted during your work now, do we?" Beel nodded his head quickly, trying to kiss you again. "Ah ah," you gently pushed him away. "I need to go to work. Now be a good girl and wait for me, okay?"

Beel whined, but understood, watching you leave the house. He locked the door and turned away to do his chores. Usually, he would go about doing his chores, first fixing your beds and washing the sheets, cleaning and sweeping the floors, etc. This time though, it was harder for him to stay focused. Beel could feel his dick, his clit throbbing in its cage. I need to stay focused, Beel thought. If I touch myself now, Y/n would punish me...

Taking a deep breath, Beel continued with his chores, but with some difficulty. He was able to finish fixing your rooms and sweeping the floors, but the feeling of his poor clit locked up in his cage was causing him trouble. Sometimes, Beel would have to slow down his movements or stop completely because of how sensitive his clit was

Despite his problems, he finally finished cleaning and started cooking. He had sent a text earlier, asking you what you wanted him to make for dinner. You said that some steak would be good. Now of course Beel wasn't going to just make you steak! What kind of wife would he be if he didn't add in a dessert? He put on his apron, grabbed his ingredients, and got to work.

While he started making the sauce for the steak, Beel ordered some food to make sure that he wouldn't eat any of your dinner too early. While he waited for the food to arrive, he continued making the sauce and moved on to preparing the sauce. You would be so proud of him! Beel felt especially happy, thinking about how you would praise him for making such a great dinner for you.

Beel moved around the kitchen with a little smile on his face while thinking about you. He was so deep in his thoughts that he accidentally ran into the counter corner...crotch first. Usually, he would yelp in pain because that would hurt like a bitch, and try to numb the pain. Not this time though. This time, he let out a long, suppressed moan. His clit throbbed intensely in its cage, begging for its release. Beel shivered, trying to gain his composure, but it was too hard. All he could think of was feeling that pleasure that went through his clit. Slowly but surely, he started humping the corner, wanting to pleasure himself.

Completely lost in the feeling, Beel humps the kitchen counter, despite the fact that he wouldn't be able to get any release from it. He let out choked out whimpers, his tongue starting to loll out of his mouth. He kept thinking of you, letting him hump you with his useless clit like he was humping the counter. All Beel could think of was how you'd give him so much pleasure, degrading and praising him to the point his mind breaks.

Right when Beel was about to completely forget what he was doing, his phone went off. A bit dazed, Beel stopped humping the table and slowly turned to his phone to see who was calling him. It was Y/n! Beel hurried over to his phone, trying to recompose himself to be able to talk to you. Despite trying to calm himself down, he couldn't help feeling excited to hear your voice.

"Y/n..."

"Hey Beel," you greeted him cheerily. "What are you doing right now? Are you making dinner?"

"Yeah...I'm making steak, like you wanted me to."

You let out a giggle. "Really? All I said was that I was craving some steak. I didn't expect you to take it so seriously!

"Anyway, keep up the good work. And," you continued with a mischievous tone. "Be a good girl and don't touch yourself. You haven't, right?"

Beel's eyes widened. "Uh...n-no, I didn't touch myself...Like a good girl." He ended the sentence with his voice trembling. Beel already felt like a mess just from you calling him "good girl", and affirming that he was a good girl- your good girl- made him absolutely weak in the knees.

"Good job Beel. Bye~"

After you hung up the phone, Beel immediately got back to work. During the whole time he was in the kitchen, he couldn't stop thinking about your phone call. How you called him a "good girl", and told him "good job"; it was just replaying in his head. Still though, the fact that he lied to you about not touching himself was gnawing at the back of his mind. He could just not tell you that he was trying to get himself off. You would punish him for sure. Instead, he just let those thoughts sit in the back of his mind, trying not to let them bother him.

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Beel had finished with everything, the steak and the strawberry cake he baked. It took time and a lot of ordered food to keep him away from the dinner he was making, but it was finally finished. He set the table very nicely, arranging all the food, plates, and silverware to look appetizing. Beel looked at the clock and realized that it was much later than he expected. Thankfully, you would be back soon.

As Beel waited for you, he started feeling really needy again. He could feel his sensitive clit twitch in his cage, begging to be let out. Not yet, he thought to himself. I have to wait for Y/n to come back.

Despite waiting a while longer, Beel couldn't help it anymore. HE was getting too horny. Luckily, you were merciful in these situations. You knew that Beel could get very needy when home alone, so you gave him a toy to play with. Beel got up and made his way to your shared room. He got out some keys from the closet and opened a drawer at the very bottom.

When Beel opened up the drawer, his mouth watered a bit at the sight. Multiple dildos, all of long lengths and different textures and colors came into his view. Vibrators of different shapes, a few cock cages---Beel had to stop himself from grabbing anything in sight right then and there. Instead, he took a deep breath, and chose one specific dildo.

It was an average looking dildo, if you ignored how big it was. The dildo was smooth and purple. Despite it looking pretty average, it was one of the dildos Beel was attached to because it somehow reminded him of you.

Beel removed the dildo from the drawer, closing and locking it up again. He moved toward the bed, holding the dildo close to his chest. Sitting on the bed, he began to insert the toy into his mouth, taking it in nearly to the hilt. Beel closed his eyes, drooling over the toy a little. You would always let Beel deepthroat one of your collection of dildos when he was feeling too needy, considering how much of an oral fixation you knew he had. He was grateful that you'd pity him enough to let him at least pleasure himself this way.

Beel kept taking the large toy all the way to the back of his throat, small moans causing the dildo to vibrate a bit. When the dildo hit the back of his throat, Beel let out a long groan, his eyes closing.

…Y/n...please come home soon...

Beel kept on thinking about you, how your cock would fill him up nicely. He would just love for you to shove your dick in his mouth, no hesitation. He loves it when you treat him like an object. Besides, shouldn't a good housewife serve their husband?

"M-mhhnn~" Beel kept shoving the toy down his throat, basically thrusting it in like an actual dick would. He could feel his poor clit aching in his cage, wanting some sort of pleasuring feeling. Beel squeezed his thighs together, attempting to create some friction on his clit. Beads of sweat started forming on his face, and tears started pricking at his eyes. It wasn't because of the dildo that was hitting the back of his throat constantly. It was because he missed you!

Every time you would leave and Beel became too horny, he would always think of you, just you. He thought of how you would fuck his throat, maybe praise him for taking it so well, or degrading him for being so eager to suck cock. Either way, he would love what you'd tell him no matter what. If Beel could, he would probably just suck your dick for hours on end just---

*Click click*

Beel immediately stopped what he was doing, directing his attention towards the door. There it was.

"Hey, Beel? I'm home! What did you cook for me?"

Beel hurriedly put the dildo back in the drawer and quickly left the room. Your eyes scanned the house a bit for your wife when all of a sudden you found him barreling towards you. Beel's strong arms wrapped you up in a tight hold, burying his head into the crook of your neck.

"Woah! Be careful Beel, you could have knocked me over," you said with a smile. "How have you been?" Beel just nuzzled his head further into your shoulder. "Y/n, I missed you...It feels like you've been gone for so long."

"I've missed you too, Beel," You said, wrapping your arms around him. "But first, let's go sit down and eat. I've been waiting to taste your food." You let go of Beel and head over to the dining room, Beel following right behind you.

You took a seat at the dinner table, Beel squirming a bit in the seat aside from you. "Damn, Beel, you really outdid yourself today," you said, approval filling your eyes as you scanned the food on the dinner table. "And a cake too! I'm grateful to have you in my life."

Despite Beel nodding his head along with what you were saying, his mind was elsewhere. He still couldn't stop thinking about how horny he was. Beel wanted something to fill him up completely, make him feel full, all giddy on the feeling.

As you were eating your food, you could see out of the corner of your eyes how Beel was looking at you with a lustful look in his eyes. "Um, Y/n..." Beel's sudden words cut through the short silence. "I have something to tell you."

"Go ahead," you said with your mouth still a bit full. Beel squeezed his thighs together, looking down at his lap. "While you were gone...I ended up pleasuring myself." You continued to focus on your food. "Go on," you said without looking up.

Beel shifted even more as his face began to redden. "While I was cooking, right before you called me. I bumped into the counter and it really stimulated me...I ended up rubbing myself on the counter."

"But," Beel said suddenly. "It really wasn't on purpose! I just ran into it and it felt really good...please don't punish me," Beel finished with a whine. You continued to act unbothered as Beel begged for your forgiveness.

"So," you started, taking a sip of your drink. "You were touching yourself without my permission. No wonder your voice sounded so breathy on the phone." Suddenly, you looked up at Beel straight in the eyes. "What you mean to say is, that you were pleasuring yourself without my permission. Just rubbing your dirty clit wherever you please? Isn't this exactly why I put that cage on you?"

Beel squirmed even more in his seat, starting to pant as he felt his body start to heat up. "And to think I even praised you for not touching yourself. I think that you deserve a punishment...don't you agree?" you said, swirling your drink around in its cup.

"I'm sorr---"

"I asked you something, Beel."

"I...I deserve my punishment. I haven't been a good wife today," Beel muttered with a shaky voice. "Good job," you cooed with a smile. "Also, you've been staring at me with an awful hungry look on your face," you said to Beel. "Do you have something you want to tell me?"

Beel froze. There were so many things he wanted to tell you! Like how he missed you, how you thought of his cooking, how you were going to treat him in bed...but he knew what answer you were looking for.

"I-I want you to..." Beel started off with a shaky voice, his panting becoming more obvious. "I want you to touch me! Please, I want to cum so badly," he begged, reaching down to his groin. "Now why should I let you cum," you inquired. "You already attempted to pleasure yourself without my permission, and now you're still trying to get release from your pathetic clit?" Beel nodded quickly, his body becoming hotter, the cage on his clit feeling smaller than ever.

"Okay then. I'll fuck you." Beel's face lit up. "But," you continued with one finger up. "I'll only let you out of your cage if you can satisfy me well enough. Now be a good wife and get the lube in our room, 'kay? I'll be in the living room. And make sure all of your clothes are off when you come back" Beel quickly got up from the table and headed for your room, tripping a bit on the way there.

Finally! You were finally going to fuck him! Beel found the lube and quickly undressed himself before going back to the living room. "There you are Beel," you called out enthusiastically. You were now lounged on the couch. "And here I was thinking you were never going to come. Are you just going to stand there?"

Beel made his way over to you, his movements stiff. You eyed him up and down. You absolutely loved Beel's body. His tanned skin, muscular thighs and biceps, his huge tits, grabbable waist, you can go on forever. You loved admiring Beel's body and Beel loved it when you did that too. He adored the attention you gave him. It made him feel like he had all your attention.

"Beel," you said in a relaxed tone. "Kneel down in front of me real quick." Beel complied, shifting himself into a more comfortable position. "Oh Beel," you whispered, holding Beel by the face. "Why did you have to go and disobey me? I really wanted to reward you today."

Beel nuzzled into your hand, holding it with his own. "I'm sorry," he said, giving you a pitiful look. "Well what's done is done. Now Beel, I want you to watch me very closely." Beel nodded and pulled himself away from you, looking up at you with an expectant look in his eyes.

You took off your clothing, revealing your hard dick, the one that Beel was so head over heels for. You grabbed the lube that Beel had given you and squirted it all over your cock. Beel watched as you spread the lube all over your length, his mouth watering. As you continued jerking yourself off, Beel kept leaning in closer, his mouth opening as if he were waiting for you to fill it up with your cum.

As you felt yourself nearing your climax, Beel opened his mouth wider, as if he knew already. Suddenly, you stopped right before you came. "Haa...just so you know Beel, you won't be able to swallow my cum. This is just one part of your punishment~" Beel whined, grabbing onto your leg. "W-wait, please! Please...I want your cum inside me!" You pushed Beel off gently. "We already went over this, Beel. This is a part of your punishment."

Instead of giving up, Beel grabbed your hand and started sucking your fingers. Beel made quite the display, swirling his tongue around your digits, taking them deep into his throat, making all those erotic sounds that were so mesmerizing. Beel looked up at you with watery, half-lidded eyes. Eyes that were just begging you to wreck him right then and there.

It took you all of your self control to not flip him over right there. Before you knew it, you cock was semi-hard just from Beel's lewd act. "Beel," you said with a cold voice, removing your fingers from his mouth, a small popping sound being heard when Beel's lips left your hand. Beel had a foggy look on his face, as if he didn't completely comprehend what you were telling him.

"Beel," you repeated, pulling him into your lap, having him face you. "I thought you would have at least some control. What are you doing, acting like some eager whore? I thought I trained you better than that." Beel pressed his body against you as he let out such pathetic noises from his mouth. "I'm sorry Y/n...I just can't take this cage anymore," Beel whined. "I wanna cum, please," he pleaded. grinding himself onto you.

"No." Your voice was firm as you grabbed Beel by the hair. "I don't know what's gotten into you today Beel. You've always been such a good girl, a good wife for me." He avoided your gaze. Honestly, even Beel didn't understand himself. Usually, he would rarely get punished. Even when he did get that once in a while punishment, he never acted out during it up until now.

"But if you want to be treated like some kind of common whore, so be it," you said, pulling Beel by his hair and pressing your lips against his. Beel happily moaned into the kiss, opening his mouth as your tongue slipped in. As your tongue explored Beel's mouth, you grabbed the lube and spread it all over your fingers. You held Beel by the chin and gently pushed him away, breaking the kiss. He whined when he felt you pull away but was cut short when you harshly bit his nipple, causing him to squeal.

As you sucked on Beel's nipples, your fingers worked their way to his twitching rim. Beel let out a small gasp at the feeling, then began to grind down on you, holding your head closer to his chest. Your fingers began to enter Beel's hole, spreading him open for you.

"Hahh, ahh! Mhnn, Y/n! More...ngh!" You knew what Beel meant when he asked for more. He wanted you to press on that sensitive spot inside of him, abuse it to the point where he cums so hard he needs a few moments to get himself together. But that wasn't the plan today.

Instead of pushing on Beel's prostate, you continued to finger him, only focused on opening him up and not pleasuring him. "A-ahh! Y-y/n, your tongue...your fingers-MMhhngh! I wanna cum! O-oh-angh!" Oh right. You had forgotten that you had him in his cage somehow. Even though you knew you weren't going to allow Beel to cum, you had forgotten that his nipples were so sensitive that he could even climax just from you playing with them. And here you were, sucking on them like there was no tomorrow.

"Even better," you said while tugging on Beel's nipple even harder. "Now you can't cum no matter what." Beel kept on moaning, tears starting to well up in his eyes as he begged for release. "HaahNGHH! Y/n! Please-Ungh, nnhh," Beel couldn't take it anymore, and you hadn't even started fucking him. "Stop begging, Beel. Let's just get this punishment over with and maybe I'll let you cum."

You swiftly took your fingers out of Beel and stopped suckingg on his chest. "On the floor, Beel. All fours." Beel was quick to follow your orders, getting down on the floor on his hands and knees, his body trembling from previous pleasure. You positioned yourself behind Beel, grabbing his ass. He whimpered softly as continued to massage his rear, feeling up his thighs and spreading his rim.

Once you finally got bored of groping him, you gave him a little smack before pulling his hips up and getting yourself into position. Finally, you thought. I already edged myself once for the sake of this punishment. Lining yourself up to Beel's entrance, your hand kept a firm grip on his hips. They're going to do it! Y/n's finally going t- any thoughts that occupied Beel's head were gone the moment you thrusted into him.

"U-UNGhh--ghkk..." Beel choked on his own spit as he finally felt your cock enter him. You hadn't been merciful when thrusting into him. Instead of slowly easing into him like you usually did, you harshly thrusted your entire length inside of him, knocking the breath out of him.

"Unghh...So...big.." Beel could hardly make a proper sentence. He could feel your dick pressing on his sweet spot and stretching his stomach out. He felt so full! Every single spot inside of him felt so full of your cock that he could hardly take it! Just as Beel was still making an attempt to pull himself together, you began to thrust into him.

Your pace was rough and unforgiving, nothing kind about it. You kept such a tight grip on Beel's hips that you knew there would be a bruise soon enough. Beel, on the other hand, could barely even think. All he could focus on was how your cock kept on pistoning in and out of him. His eyes were rolled back into his head and mouth was stuck in an "o" shape as he tried to find something to hold onto. He was going to break!

It hadn't even been five minutes yet and Beel felt an upcoming orgasm. "Haahnngh, Y/N! ANnnhH! I-I'm gonna...Ohh, UMNNGGGHH♡" Beel knew for sure that he was going to cum soon, and your unrelenting pace would only aid his upcoming orgasm.

Right when he felt himself about to cum, you stopped fucking into him. "Just so you know, Beel, I still haven't unlocked your cage. You're not going to be getting any orgasms tonight," you said with a devilish grin. "N-no~Pleashe, I'll do anything! I jush wanna cum~" Beel slurred, not able to get his sentence out of his mouth properly. "Well that's too bad Beel~," you mocked him, picking up your pace again. "You're not going to cum, and it's final."

Beel's sobs and choked moans filled the room as the two of you continued to go at it. Beel knew that should have already cum sometime ago, but the cage on his clit wouldn't let him! His clit desperately throbbed from within its cage, begging to be released. "Y/n...GhhKKH! I-I- Hannghh♡ Please- let me-" Beel attempted to plead with you, but his voice kept on being interrupted by his pathetic moans.

"What is it, Beel? Speak up, I couldn't hear you very well," you say in a condenscending tone. You lean down and get close to Beel's ear. "You shouldn't even worry your pretty little head about cumming. I locked your dumb clit up so that you could just give up on the idea of ever cumming." Without warning, you harshly pulled Beel's hair as he let out an involuntary moan. "If you hadn't been a stupid slut that only cares about getting his upcoming orgasm, this wouldn't have happened. Yet here you are, moaning like a cheap whore. I'm sure you love this, don't you, Beel?"

"Yes! I love it! A-anghh, mhhnNNH! I'm your whore! M-my stupid clit doesn't deserve to-O-OHH! To cum!" Beel cried out with a dumb, fucked out grin on his face. "Just a stupid slut! Your stupid slut! Hah-OHH♡ GhiiIIKKH, uhnnHHN!" Beel had completely accepted his role in life. He was just meant to be a sweet housewife, all kind and gentle, waiting for his spouse to come home and fuck his brains out! You both knew that hee would be your slut, and your slut only♡

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reincarnated70sbaby · 3 years

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linger

listen before you read!

robert plant xfem!oc

warnings : drug use, swearing, trucklot of angst ;)

word count : 2.1k

an: was listening to ‘linger’ by the cranberries and I couldn’t pass up this angsty idea I got 😎 timeline is off but yolo ig...

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Sloane leaned down to the table to take an extra line for her pre-performance nerves. She felt a little more nervous today, this particular concert being one of the largest yet. She was the front woman of The CAPs, who were opening for Led Zeppelin for their summer of ‘69 tour. This was exactly the break the band needed, finally getting recognition for all their talent and hard work over the last two years.

She applied a little powder to her face, and patted on her classic red lipstick to her slightly chapped lips. Securing the clasps of her platform red heels, she shook her body in hopes of shaking away her anxious jitters. Once she had finished her body-shaking ritual, she walked out from the wings of the stage.

As she walked across to centre stage, wind blowing through the holes of her white crochet dress. The crowd cheered loudly as the band waved to them.

“How’s everyone doin’ today? It’s so hot today, my boobs are sweating off!” She greeted the crowd with her bubbly nature. Adjusting the mic stand to her height, she continued to address the huge crowd. “Today’s set list will have a slight adjustment to it, we’re starting off with a new song I wrote just last night. It’s a little softer than our other music, so just sit back- or should I say lean back on the person behind you - and relax. This is called ‘Linger’ "

While she was speaking to the crowd, a teenage roadie ran onto the stage and placed a stool, for Sloane to sit on, and disappeared again in a heartbeat. The crowd, didn’t even take notice of the young boy, entranced with the tawny blonde singer as usual.

Sloane sat down, crossed her legs and nodded toward Rory, to begin. Rory started picking a simple guitar melody on his trusty Gibson acoustic, the first guitar he ever picked up. Sloane swayed lightly to the rhythm, eyes on the horizon above the crowd. Soon after, Marshall joined in with quiet, but strong beat on drums. At the same time, Oscar added the baseline to the song.

Taking a deep breath, Sloane began the song.

If you, If you could return, Don’t let it burn, Don’t let it fade, I’m sure I’m not being rude, It’s just your attitude, It’s tearing me apart, It’s ruining every day

I swore, I swore I would be true, But honey so did you, So why were you holding her hand? Is that the way we stand? We’re you lying all the time? Was it just a game to you?

Sloane sang gently, her eyes closed with a pained look on her face. She thought back to the day before, when everything fell apart.

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“Sloane, honey, please tell me what’s wrong! You’re being so closed off with me today!” Robert pleaded, grabbing her hand while she was walking away. Sloane yanked her hand away and walked towards an empty storeroom in the hotel corridor.

“Don’t get any ideas, we need to talk privately” Sloane commanded as she entered into the storeroom. It had barely enough space for both of them to fit, being crammed full with towels and bedsheets.

“Please, love, jus’ tell me what’s bothering you, I wanna make you happy”

“Oh fuck off Robert, you’re so fake and a liar. These past couple of months have all been a lie!”

“What’re talkin’ about? I have never lied to you once”

“Seriously? ‘I’ve never lied to you’? Are you actually for real right now? Do you know what I just found out Robert? You’re fucking married! And she’s coming here tonight! You didn’t think I would deserve to know that!” She yelled, ignoring her previous statement about keeping this private.

“I didn’t tell you because I was scared okay? I have never felt like this before with anyone else. All the groupies were just for sex, but when I met you I had fallen for you Slo, you make me a better person in every way”

“I don’t care how I make you feel, you’re still married! With kids! How would they feel if they found out their father was in a relationship with a woman other than their mother? I can’t believe you did this to me willingly, even after I told you what happened with my parents. That messed me up, seeing my father with another woman, and leaving my mother for her. Never seeing him again, choosing his new family over me and my siblings. That hurts me the most Robert, you knew my history and you ignored it!” Sloane cried out, tears falling freely on her face, running her dark eye makeup.

“I never meant to hurt you love, you mean so much to me. I just didn’t think- I never fuckin think, but I my feelings were so strong for you, I never thought about Maureen, I’m shamed to admit it” Robert plead, guilt weighing on his conscience. He reached out to wipe her tears away, but Sloane turned her head, the same pained look on her face.

“We’re done. I can’t stay with someone who could forget about their own wife and kids, and forget to tell their girlfriend that she’s actually a mistress. Goodbye” Sloane said, pushing her way out of the cramped closet, before running to the elevator at the end of the hall.

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But I’m in so deep, You know I’m such a fool for you, You got me wrapped around your finger, Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to? Do you have to let it linger?

Sloane sang emotionally, a single tear escaped her tear duct. She took the break for guitar solo to take a couple deep breathes, and to calm her heightened emotions down.

Oh, I thought the world of you, I thought nothing could go wrong, But I was wrong, I was wrong

If you, if you could get by, Trying not to lie, Things wouldn’t be so confused, And I wouldn’t feel so used, But you always knew, I just want to be with you

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Sloane sat at the large round table, sipping her wine. The two bands had just completed all the concerts in France, and were having a celebratory dinner for the night. The lights were dim in the fancy restaurant, but Sloane could still see the heartbreaking sight of Maureen and Robert cozying up to eachother. She longed to be the one Robert was dedicated to, to be his Maureen, to be the one who sipped on his beer instead of her wine for a change, to rest her hand on his knee. She wished to be the one who would sleep with him in bed each night, without a worry of cheating or unfaithfulness. Her heart was also broken for Maureen, she was so inlove with Robert, as was he with her. She was also probably the greatest mother out there, being a single parent for a lot of the year.

Sloane switched her focus from the smitten couple, to Marshall and John Bonham's discussion on gongs, congas and all exotic drums.

Everything had been going so well, the concerts each night going to wonderfully, the bands got on great together. Even all the touring crew and management got on well with eachother. It was like one, big, slightly dysfunctional family.

Sloane wished she could vent to one of her bandmates about her case of ill fated love, but she knew if she told any of the CAP boys, tension would arise between the bands, and she simply couldn't bear to break the harmony.

“I’m sorry everyone, but I feel a bit ill and I think it would be best if I went to my room” Sloane announced, rising from her chair. She briefly locked eyes with Robert, before averting her eyes that threatened to fill with tears.

“Are you sure you’re okay Slo? I can come up and look after you if you feel faint or anything?” Rory asked genuinely, concerned for his little sister, he noticed she had been a little less bubbly than normal today.

“I’m fine Ror, I’ll think being on the go and travelling for the last couple of months has caught up with me. I’ll call you if I need you. Love you” she said, hugging him tightly.

“Love you, stay safe sis”

A chorus of goodbyes were heard as she left the table and walked out of the brassiere restaurant.

As soon as she entered her large room, she decided to clean up her stuff in order to distract herself. She folded all her clothes, tucked all her shoes into her suitcase, and cleaned up her makeup station on the vanity, placing the assortment of beauty products in the black makeup bag she owned.

After she was done cleaning, she ordered a couple bottles of wine, with some croissant from room service, taking advantage of the readily available French delicacies.

Lowering herself into the warm bubble bath she ran while waiting for her room service, her mind wandered to the whole situation, creating lyrics in her head. Luckily she brought her songbook, so there was no need to get out of the bath in search for it. She poured her heart out into the lyrics. After finishing the lyrics up, she soaked for a little longer, until she felt herself pruning and wrapped the fuzzy bath robe around herself.

She was about to turn off her bedside light to sleep, when she heard a light knock on the door. Her head scrambled, trying to figuring out who it was. Must be Rory checking up on me she thought. Opening the door, her heart skipped a beat at the visitor.

“Sloane let me-“

“Robert, please, I told you we were over”

“Will you let me speak, I need to talk to you”

Sloane stepped aside from the door, letting him in. She guided him to the seating area of the room, not wanting to risk being near the bed.

“Uh, d’want tea or something?” Sloane asked the blonde man, the air heavy with awkward tension.

“Yeah sure, love. That’d be great” Robert answered warmly.

“So, what do you want to say” Sloane asked, pushing his tea on front of him.

“Sloane, I’m sorry. I still do love you and I hate that I fucked everything up. I was just so infatuated- I still am, and I regret that I made you feel upset. I just want to say sorry”

“I- I still love you too Robert, it wasn’t just one sided, I really thought you were the one”

“Sloane, I don’t know what to say… If- if you ask me to, I will. I want you. I want to be yours.”

“Robert- I. I can’t do that. As much as I want to love you and be with you, I can’t be a homewrecker. I’ve seen the way you are with Maureen, you love her. I know in my gut that you’re better off with her. She loves you and deserves you 100%” Sloane’s face was wet with tears.

“Uh, okay. I’m sorry love, I really wish I didn’t fuck up our relationship. I really hope that one day we can be friends again, when you’re ready” Robert got up to leave, but was stopped when Sloane grabbed his hand.

“There’s a part of me that will always love you Robert. This was wonderful while it lasted” She spoke with a sad smile on her face.

Robert squeezed her hand in agreement, before exiting the room.

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And I’m in so deep, You know I’m such a fool for you You got me wrapped around your finger, oh, Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to? Do you have to let it linger?

Oh I’m in so deep, You know I still have love for you, My love has wrapped me round your finger, oh, Do you have to let it linger? Do you have? Do you have to let it linger?

The CAPs finished their song, and Sloane stood up to thank the crowd.

“Robert, darling, there you are. Was that singer at the dinner last night?” Maureen asked warmly to her husband, joining him in the wings.

“Uh, yeah, but she left early because of travel sickness y’know the sort” Robert answered absentmindedly, his deep blue eyes trained on the lead singer, who was preparing for the next song in the band’s set list.

“I must have missed her. She’s gorgeous, isn’t she? I love that song she just sang, great voice” Maureen mused, admiring Sloane’s confidence , akin to her husbands.

“Yeah, yeah she is. She’s a beautiful person, inside and out”

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my first Robert fic!!! I’m more of a Jimmy girl, but I love the golden god too (Leo men <3)

as always, any criticism/ideas are welcome in my inbox or comments 🤍

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hello my friends, one singular person asked for this weeks ago so i’m here with my most unhinged rec list yet: tk and nolan.

now, this one was hard to reign in, so i really didn’t. this pairing had maybe 230 fics in the tag when i first started reading hockey fic, and it’s now over 900, and i’ve read far too many of them, and that makes it so hard to parse it down. so i just...didn't!

so with that said, please enjoy so you want to get into tknp: a beginners guide to a classic case of idiots to lovers

i told myself that i couldn’t rec an author’s entire body of work but then i remembered this is my blog and i do what i want, so i did some consolidating. here’s a list of the quintessential authors for this pairing, you can start at any of their profiles and pick any of their fics at random, and it’ll be one of the best ones for the pairing, hands down.

therainbowsedge: i’d start with the summer camp fic, or the sex toys one, as both beautifully capture the true idiots to lovers nature of this pairing, but just top tier writing all around

manybumblebees: the wedding fic is so tender and port stanley is a classic, but literally pick any single fic and you’ll have a perfect tknp fic. i’m not kidding

jamesvanriemsdick: their tknp fics in their series are some of the hidden gems of this pairing (the tk heartbeat fic makes me LOSE it) but the delaware fic or the seattle fic…..there’s really something for every mood

catchascatchcan: start with era of gods because i could write literal essays on how it’s some of the best fantasy worldbuilding i’ve ever read, but then just read everything else on their account, including non tknp fics. you won’t regret it

hackysack: ao3 user hackysack has written one of two timeloop fics that i absolutely adore, and i thought about just calling that one out in particular, but all of their work deserves the attention

canary: nothing to prove was the first tknp fic i ever read and i was immediately hooked. all of their fics are a good starting place for the pairing, and just really give you a feeling for the pairing

and now, for the fic recs!

to be, despite it all by smudgedfreckles

summary: or, nolan patrick’s gender thesis, by travis konecny.

why i love it: there’s not a lot ofo nonbinary characters in media, even in fic, but this fic’s treatment of nolan and their path to figuring out their gender just feels so real and made me feel so seen. tk’s characterization is also just top notch, and it’s just a super sweet story about two people who love each other

last ones standing by makeit_takeit

summary: If you’re committed to finding your future spouse, reads the last line of the ad, and are ready to look at yourself and your love life in a whole new way, apply now.

At the bottom of the ad there’s a link, and Travis finds his finger hovering over the screen, lip still caught between his teeth.

“I mean,” he says very reasonably, speaking out loud to his empty apartment like some sort of possibly-crazy person, “just applying doesn’t mean anything. Maybe I just fill it out, and see what happens. It’s not like I’m really gonna get picked to be on TV, come on.”

He snorts out loud, just to show his apartment he hasn’t lost his grip on reality or anything; he fully understands how ludicrous that would be.

Then he clicks the link anyway, because yolo or whatever.

why i love it: what part of a married at first sight fic doesn’t make you want to immediately dive right in? the concept is fun, the execution is absolutely flawless, and it captures their dynamic so well while letting it develop naturally

motivation by connectknee

summary: Kevin knows when to back off, the article said. He knows just when to shut up and leave Patty alone, something Travis has never known how to do.

why i love it: the thing i love about this pairing is that tk is loud and in your face, and nolan’s more reserved, a little quieter, a little harder to read. this fic does a really great job of exploring how tk could feel like maybe he’s just a bit too much and is one of my favorites in terms of miscommunication

a tenderness grows by rusesdeguerre

summary: Nolan wouldn’t say that landing a job as the Philadelphia Flyers’ psychotic and probably clinically insane mascot was a childhood dream of his. Maybe tangentially: playing pond hockey in –30°C weather and pretending to be Sidney Crosby is practically a rite of passage when you grow up in Manitoba. That, and experiencing the distinct displeasure that is thousands of mosquitoes sucking your blood out when your father drags you on a father-son camping trip into the backwoods of the northern Canadian Prairies.

why i love it: this was the first fic i recced on this blog, and i stand by that decision. a fic where nolan is not only not a hockey player, but is in fact the person in the gritty suit? absolutely perfect, and so charming from start to finish

meet me at my window by springsteen

summary: Travis has lived in Philadelphia for a few years now, long enough to know there isn’t a major city in America where superheroes don’t destroy an entire city block trying to save humanity or whatever. He can deal with all the super-shit, but Travis did not sign up for getting woken up from a deep sleep because some fucker’s trying to break in through his window.

(5 times the super-villain known as "The Cat" breaks into Travis's apartment, plus 1 time Travis invites him in.)

why i love it: there’s a lot of things to love here, but the concept is just absolutely one of my all time favorite aus ever. it’s fun and charming and the perfect glimpse into a world where heroes and villains exist, and what it’s like just to be a run of the mill kind of guy existing in it. tk and nolan’s back and forth in this make it so engaging, and it’s such a top tier fic

body’s in trouble by cloudsandpassingevents

summary: “Oh, sorry,” someone says. “Didn��t know anyone else was here.”

Nolan freezes, then turns around very slowly. When he looks up, Nicklas fucking Backstrom is standing behind him in a hoodie and baggy sweats, holding the biggest bag of Swedish Fish Nolan’s ever seen in his life in one hand.

“Uh,” Nolan says around the pop tart between his teeth. “Yeah.”

What the fuck, his brain helpfully supplies.

why i love it: from nolan’s inner voice, to the way the author explores all the dynamics within the team, to the way they write the unexpected but actually, it kind of makes sense friendship between nolan and backstrom, is just absolutely fantastic. there’s a lot of moments that circle back and build on each other in a way that really just makes it super compelling

rhizomatic foundations by lighthousetowers

summary: Twenty days after he moves in with Kevin Hayes, twenty days – three months, five months, depending on how you look at it – after not talking to TK, TK shows up at the front door with a plant the size of a basketball in his hands.

TK grins. "Patty, meet Reginald." He lifts up the plant. "Reggie, meet Patty. He's going to be your new - caretaker."

"What the fuck," says Nolan, not moving a single muscle.

Or: That Nolan can hear the plant talk might as well just happen.

why i love it: this is probably my favorite magical realism fic just about ever. it’s fun and charming and a little weird, but in the best possible way. there’s such a wonderful narrative in it, and lighthousetowers always has such beautiful writing, and it really shines in this one. the dialogue and nolan’s characterization are also part of what set it apart for me as one of the best tknp fics

in the dark of any town by mengetpegged

summary: If the voice has an accent at all, it’s a flat prairie Canadian, with none of G’s French-Canadian softness at the edges. But mostly, the accent is just ‘pissed off,’ which TK believes is a default setting for ghosts.

“Who are you?” TK asks, and he doesn’t like how strained his voice sounds, doesn’t like the tinge of anxiety tinting the rise of his question. He tries to regulate his breaths—in through his nose, hold, out through his mouth—but it feels like he’s not getting enough oxygen, which makes him panic even more.

“Someone with a fucking migraine, dickhead,” the voice says. “So keep the lights off and shut the hell up.”

(or: Nolan Patrick, Hotel X Ghost)

why i love it: i’m usually not super into ghost fics, both the spooky kind and the nonspooky kind, but this one is a rare exception. it’s charming and fun and tender and it’s got some of, in my opinion, the best characterization of tk and nolan in any fic. the way the author writes their dynamic and their dialogue is just unmatched

lets_make_this_moment_a_crime.mp3 by honeydripping

summary: Travis meets Nolan at a Midtown show in 2002 when he punches Nolan in the face. He can’t help it, “Like A Movie” just goes off.

But he does feel guilty about it.

TK and Patty work at a bakery together. They go to punk shows to pass the time.

why i love it: idk if anyone asked for an early 2000s emo/punk/alt au but wow! i sure am glad it exists! really the vibes of this fic, as silly as that sounds, are absolutely unmatched. i love the structure with the music, the development of their relationship, and just everything about how the author wrote the setting (there’s this whole thing with tattoos in it that makes me feel absolutely insane)

you’re ripped at every edge by you’re a masterpiece by conformityissuicide

summary: “Ugh, look, this yoga teacher has it out for me, man. And I can’t go back there without at least having some of the basics down. I’ve got to win this battle.”

“Yoga isn’t really something you win at,” Hartsy starts.

Travis cuts him off, “You can win at anything if you try hard enough.”

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OR that time Nolan's a grumpy yoga teacher and Travis realizes he wants to bone him and prove him wrong about Travis' non-existent yoga abilities.

why i love it: listen, if you want tknp, at least one of them has to be an idiot, and this tk absolutely captures the obliviousness i love to see in him in fic. it’s such a great characterization of them both and such a great concept (and even better execution)

you form a terror pack (and i’m aware of that) by dalmatienne

summary: “Can I help you?” TK snarks, both eyebrows hiked up in a way that has earned her many elbow checks to the ribs.

The chick looks down her nose, long thick eyelashes fluttering. Red-bitten lips part to blow a florid pink bubble and TK can smell the chemical sweetness when it pops.

“Yeah,” she says in this monotonous voice that seems almost at odds with her bubble gum and neon skates. She jams her stopper into TK’s thigh again, literally inches away from where it’d really hurt. “Tie ‘em.”

why i love it: to be honest, i generally don’t read rule 63 within hrpf, but this one is just absolutely knocks it out of the park. the concept (i fuckin’ love roller derby), the characterization of nolan, the pacing, the rituals, the tone of the entire fic, it’s just all around a perfect read from start to finish

thrills and grills by bitter_leaf

summary: Travis can’t even begin to wonder what he did in a previous life to incur the wrath of this fucking cook. Travis thinks he’s a nice person, doesn’t conduct himself in any way that could be considered particularly dickish, and unless this guy has some sort of issue with hockey bros or people from the boonies, he’s not sure how he started shit without even knowing.

Patty has a vendetta. Travis just wants to eat his eggs in peace.

why i love it: honestly this is the enemies to lovers fic i’ve been waiting for. i remember seeing the reddit post when it first went viral and thinking it would make such a great fic premise, so stumbling across this one was just so wonderful. super engaging and fun and so hilarious to read!

nothing but room for you by fightingfuries

summary: When his agent tells him he’s going to be traded to the Devils, Nolan isn't sure how he feels about it. Might be easier if he was going somewhere farther away, like California or fucking Florida. Somewhere sun-soaked and foreign. Someplace so different from Philadelphia that he can forget he ever played for the Flyers, forget everything that happened there.

Or Nolan fucks up, gets traded, gets his shit together and falls in love. Not necessarily in that order.

why i love it: i cannot stress to you how much i love trade fics, and this one is one of my absolute favorites. the trade to the devils-so close to philly, still, but there’s more to distance than physical miles-was such an excellent choice and the split timeline adds so much to the narrative, and the emotions are real and messy and complicated in the best way

a couple of runaways (i’m glad you stayed) by overturnedgoal

summary: The person in the video he’s watching is super annoying. Some obnoxious holier than thou granola type who keeps talking about their environmental impact as if they aren’t driving a gas guzzler around, but the basic idea of living in a van, driving around wherever, camping all the time, just going hiking and swimming and seeing the whole country? It sounds pretty dope, honestly.

why i love it: i like to watch tours and conversions of vans/buses into tiny homes as a self soothing method, and this fic has the same impact that watching those do. it’s such a fun concept, and it’s so fuckin’ soft, and the dialouge between tk and nolan is just *chef’s kiss*

all candor and style in the crook of your smile by p3trichor

summary: It’s a photo of Nolan on his knees with someones’ fingers in his mouth, lips slick with spit. Travis flicks by it almost too fast and he’s only got seconds to decide if he wants to screenshot it, if he wants to just give up the ghost right then and there. Except Travis’s phone freezes momentarily and then the group refreshes, sidcros87, Bert59 and 14 others took a screenshot!

It’s gone before Travis even has time to process it and he already wasted his replay of the day on a stupid video of a stupid fish that Hayes caught.

Can you send me that screenshot Travis texts Bertuzzi before he can overthink it, his dick already stirring in his sweats. Tuzzi sends back the cry-laughing emoji and then the screenshot before Travis can be too annoyed at him.

Or, Nolan is being weird about Travis's break-up and TK is maybe not straight.

why i love it: i genuinely don’t think i have words for the amount i love this fic. it took me forever to actually read, but it’s absolutely one of my favorite fics, and it’s an absolutely riot to read. carter’s meddling and the presence of tyler bertuzzi both make it extra fun, in my humble opinion

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yolocorcega · 3 years

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I saw YOLOTL CÓRCEGA at a coffee shop in MANHATTAN today. She is a TWENTY-FIVE year old BUSINESSWOMAN who’s been in NYC for [SIX YEARS] now. Every time we run into each other, they are always CULTURED & DEVOTED but I’ve heard people say they can also be STOIC & CALLOUS. THE MAN BY TAYLOR SWIFT reminds me of them every time it comes on the radio. // @villagestart

TW: mentions of cheating, criminal activities, divorce and family separation below.

hello everybody you know me as g aka the mess behind the bigger mess that is alexander warren and i am here to bring you one of my favorite kids ever, my daughter yolo who, of course, is also a mess because i can’t write happy, easy-going characters. let’s get down to it:

HISTORY

CHEATING AND FAMILY SEPARATION TW: Yolotl was born in Tequila, Jalisco on September 15th 1994, the product of an illicit affair between her father, Gabriel Córcega, an important business owner largely known in Mexico and one of his employees. The impromptu news didn’t sit right with Marcela Del Valle, Gabriel’s wife, who immediately ordered her husband to disappear every trace of his affair before anyone in town found out. What no one expected was for Gabriel to already have a kid with the woman no one knew about two years older than Yolotl.

Gabriel, in dispair, gave the woman some savings he had and helped her disappear from Tequila, not without an agreement whatsoever: he’d get to keep one of the kids and raise her.

When Gabriel returned to the house with Yolo in his arms but no trace of his remaining family, Marcela agreed on playing make-belief and tell the world the little girl was the second child of the marriage. The family never spoke of this again.

She and her “legitimate” older brother grew up surrounded by luxury: anything money could buy was granted to them as the Córcega name grew exponentially during Yolotl’s first years of life, the family went from having a sucessful tequila emporium to become a brand: nightclubs, hotels, soccer teams and more. The Córcega marriage decided the best and safest idea for the two kids was to be homeschooled, since the family traveled a lot due to the various businesses around the world Gabriel possessed.

Being only the two siblings most of the time, since their parent’s schedule was quite busy, Yolotl and her older brother became best friends. He became her hero, taught her everything she knew and more, became the getaway to her biggest passion in life: literature. It was a hobby the Córcega siblings shared.

The day of Yolo’s birthday, the Córcegas woke up with the news that Marcela had left the family and had run away to Europe, asking the rest of the family to forget about her

Upon Yolo’s graduation, the Córcega clan moved to New York and she enrolled in Columbia Business School where she got an MBA in Business Administration. She is working on her PhD in Modern and Contemporary Literature.

While in college, Yolo met someone whom she quickly fell in love with and the couple married not even a year after meeting, against all odds and advices from others. The first few years were perfect, Yolotl loved her spouse and playing housewife and was perhaps for the very first time in her life truly happy. During this time, Yolo started writing books she decided to publish as a surname, deciding she wanted people to like what she wrote authentically and not because of the Córcega name. On that, she succeeded, she became a renown author under a surname, a secret she keeps to date.

CRIMINAL ACTIVITIES AND DIVORCE TW: However that happiness didn’t last long (nothing ever does, does it?) Her father started having legal and health problems, her world was beginning to crumble which definitely didn’t help the already tense marriage which ended in a divorce after a little less than five years, leaving her heartbroken and on top of that, her father was in serious trouble with a criminal organization back in Mexico after refusing to keep working with them, something Yolo herself wasn’t aware of. Something else she wasn’t aware of: the leader of the organization was the man Marcela ran away with and was now threatening Yolo’s dad, alas he had to hide and

Another truth that was told to her the day her father finally decided to speak candidly before disappearing was the existence of her real family; the brother she had and her real mother’s existance, which left Yolo brokenhearted.

Before parting ways after finally coming clean about all the lies her father had ever told her and disappearing, Gabriel named Yolo the CEO of the Córcega company.

NOW

Yolo owns one of Manhattan’s most renown hotels and a rooftop bars which she tries to manage herself on top of being the co-CEO of Córcega Onterprices (a position she “shares” with her brother) and trying to deal the mess her parents left behind. She’s… a little stressed™

She’s still on the divorce process and she is having a HARD time dealing it, she views divorce as a failure on her part, even though she doesn’t show it

PERSONALITY

okay so think angelica schuyler meets blair waldorf meets klaus baudelaire meets belle meets angela moss meets fuck up.

workaholic. i’m talking 24/7, work, non-stop. *fucking u and answering e-mails on the side* type of workaholic

big nerd, lowkey tho. she has like two personalities, the work-hard, femme fatale she uses with EVERYONE and then the nerd soccer mom she uses only with people she’s REALLY close to

uses sex and every advantage she has to get what she wants so… totes a dom but likes to be a sub from time to time and has all sorts of kinks lbr i mean what?

CULTURED AF

has a bit of an alcohol problem (i sense a pattern in my muses)

she used to have this bitchy reputation before the whole thing with her family went down and used to take advantage of that but she’s really not a bitch unless… yknow… you mess with her or her family or her friends then lmao gl she’ll ruin you, she’s a bit more human now i promise

a true slytherin, lives by the words ‘work hard, play hard’

TL;DR: lowkey a v sad and lonely rich girl who’s dealt with a lot who can act like a bitch but in reality... is only a bitch if she needs to be. v ambitious, workaholic.

POTENTIAL PLOTS:

older brother: the one person in life she truly trusts in the whol damn universe i mean... probably her best friend ngl (will be a wc on the main)

her husband?: they are in the middle of a divorce, about to finish off their marriage... or are they? guess we’ll never know. he’s been the only person she’s ever truly loved AND I WANNA SEE THAT i’ve never seen her in love i’m sorry

distant family? that could be fun

best friend: every girl needs a best friend they can confide in between champagne glasses and chocolate covered strawberries... she is very loyal to the people she ACTUALLY lets in i promise she’s a great friend

people who work for her: ESPECIALLY AN ASSISTANT OH MY GOD she needs that but ok, she owns a rooftop bar and a hotel so... barkeeps, waiters, chefs, hotel manager... all that jazz. she is also v loyal to the people who work for her ngl she was taught to treat the people who work next to her like family SO

enemies: i know my kid... 90% of the population doesn’t like her so... let’s play into that

fwb, hookups, one-side crushes, exes, friends, neighbors... the sky is the limit!

okay honestly if you read that whole telenovela… i love you and if you read what a mess i’ve created (it’s my true passion in life) and you still wanna plot with her… you’re a goddamn saint and i’m ready to marry you or plot with you so hmu or like this for that. marriage and/or plotting, whatever.

#villageintro #like for plots? :)

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ffamranxii · 3 years

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Haikyuu!! Couples Headcanons For That Fic I’m Never Going To Write

DAISUGA

-Gradually growing closer and developing feelings

-Suga confesses first, some time in high school

-Daichi realizes his feelings first and pines after Suga so much even Asahi is like “maybe you should just tell him?”

-Suga is a bottom with a filthy mouth; Daichi can never decide if he prefers calling the shots or being ordered around

ASANOYA

-Asahi is goddamn terrified of this crazy goblin when they first meet, while Noya thinks Asahi is the shit. Noya likes Asahi right away and declares them best friends; Asahi takes a while to warm up to Noya, falling in love first with his passion

-The aftermath of the Date Tech match is their first real fight. They make up the day Asahi steps back into the gym

-Noya confesses first and Asahi is so shocked he thinks he might pass out

-They get married in one of the countries they visit during their world tour. All their friends are mad they weren’t invited

-Asahi bottoms. Noya is, with everyone else, an impatient, obstinate fucker, but with Asahi he is slow and careful and his patience is endless. Asahi never doubts that Noya loves him

KUROKEN

-Kuroo has loved Kenma since they were seven and six years old; Kenma’s crush on Kuroo is the slow burn to end all slow burns, with him only realizing it in Kuroo’s last year of high school

-Kuroo confesses to six year old Kenma one fine sunny day, after an afternoon of video games and volleyball. Kenma does not quite understand because “we’re boys though” and also he is six

-Kenma’s crush develops so slowly he doesn’t realize it exists until he collapses after the nationals match against Karasuno and Kuroo is the first at his side. He says “thank you for getting me into volleyball,” while thinking in an exhausted daze “god I love him”

-Kuroo is a switch who likes to bottom and will do anything Kenma tells him to

IWAOI

-These two are the epitome of “cant pinpoint when I fell in love because there was never a time I wasn’t in love”

-Possibly fooled around in high school. Were definitely each other’s first kiss in middle school. Write it off as “we’re just best friends.”

-Don’t get together until after high school, when Iwaizumi realizes Oikawa is serious about going to Argentina. This becomes a long all night talk about them, their future, and what they want. Neither can imagine a future without the other in it

-Oikawa asks Iwaizumi to go to Argentina with him. Iwaizumi says he can’t just mooch off Oikawa, he needs his own life. Iwaizumi says he’s going to California to study, “and then I’ll be your team’s personal trainer.”

-The plan was to eventually return to Japan together, but one lazy Argentinian morning after the Japan vs Argentina match Iwaizumi says, “you know what I can do in Argentina that I can’t in Japan? Marry you.”

-Oikawa is a bottom who cries during sex; Iwaizumi is a top and a bit of a dom, but he enjoys Oikawa tying him up and domming him occasionally

BOKUAKA

-Love at first sight (sort of). Bokuto decides Akaashi is his one and only after the very first spike he hits off Akaashi’s toss. Akaashi falls head over heels in the span of a week

-Neither of them say anything to avoid ruining their friendship, until one day Bokuto goes fuck it yolo, kisses Akaashi on the mouth, and asks him out. Akaashi is dazed and half of him wonders if he’s hallucinating and finally gone insane. The entire team knows within 24 hours.

-Bokuto can be surprisingly quiet and gentle, and Akaashi can sometimes be very loud, but only with each other

-Bokuto bottoms. Akaashi is the blowjob king

#haikyuu!!

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brittlebutch · 4 years

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hang on i just got the best, technically canon-compliant, idea but since i have no idea if/how i’ll work it into a fic, here’s not!fic

Wyld Stallyns takes a break from the concert at the end of Bogus Journey to learn how to play guitar

a couple of months into that they decide to go ahead with their marriages As A Treat (plus the whole being dead thing got Bill and Ted into a very yolo mood)

they share a lovely ceremony, then bang it out on their honeymoons

this is canonically the first time the couples have had sex lmao

morning after, all four of them are like ‘hm actually idk if i loved that’. but the four of them collectively share 2 braincells so they decide ‘that’s a problem for a future!me, let’s guitar’

couple of months after that the princesses earn their turn with both braincells and say ‘actually we think we’re gay and we’re pretty sure you two are as well’

bill and ted, collectively: “huh? oh yeah that makes sense. excellent!”

bc the bill and ted franchise is basically a comedy of errors, it’s like a week after this that the princesses realize they’re pregnant

“is this a problem?” they wonder, and then decide no. they’re all still married, don’t feel too pressured to annul that (bill and ted don’t mind and the girls decide they can swing any girlfriends into the know), so they decide to stick with the lavender marriages and rock and roll into parenthood

after they return home from their concert, they decide they can probably get away with all sharing one place. it’s cheaper, they can say ‘but the princesses are sisters, we don’t want to break them up!’, ‘but our daughters are basically sisters, we don’t want to break them up!’, ‘but bill and ted are basically one person sharing two bodies, we don’t want to break them up!’, while also reassuring everyone that “Yes Of Course we are still straight married, we love our husbands/wives wholeheartedly”. they get away with this for the next 24 years, billie and thea grow up with two moms and two dads and everyone recognizes that the band is so close that it’s probably just to be expected

couples therapy is still a thing, but the boys and the princesses are on vastly different wavelengths about it. the princesses canonically never actually say anything about the unit speak despite the therapist’s prompting, their main concern is the burden of the ‘unite the world’ task. couples therapy is an excuse to separate the boys (because any time one would burn out on the band a bit the other would be there to pump them back up and get it going again) and try and see if they can talk them into taking a break; divide and conquer. unfortunately, the boys hear ‘couples therapy’ and think “well whether this is our fake straight couples or our real gay couples they probably want all four of us there so we should set them up together right?” and the princesses’ plan falls apart

the rest of Face the Music can continue as is, but with a more plantonic slant than a romantic one. even tho Bill and Ted are together and love each other, they consider their respective wives their best friends and definitely don’t want to lose them (also don’t want to cause whatever happened to estrange their daughters at the same time).

a line i probably WILL use in a fic at some point “dude, elizabeth is my best friend, but you’re totally my soulmate man”

bill and ted accidentally come out at the end bc they get so excited about the Preston/Logan show that they start making out on stage and forget that their entire relatives are also right there in the street

fuck yea

#N posts stuff #bnt #bill and ted #bill and ted face the music #N posts headcanons #N posts stories #technically #like i said idk if i Will make this a full blown fic; but i might?#the details would make it Incredibly long tho #although i suppose i'm not terribly opposed to that really #please feel free to reblog #please feel free to add on even

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mysterystarz · 3 years

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HI NOVA <33 CONGRATS ON 100 BAE ILY AND UR WORK SO MUCH!!!

for ur event hehe >:) my pronouns are she/her, and im alright with any gender! iam an isfp-t, my love languages are words of affirmation and quality time!

i like to think that iam funny, outgoing but shy at the same time (??), a good listener, and always loud somehow. im that one friend who will get into trouble bc of my own stupidity but still laugh about it bc of my "yolo" mindset. so very much like tanaka and reki combined :D

for hobbies i like watching anime, writing, reading, cooking, playing games, and listening to music. my ideal partner hmm probably someone who can give back the same energy, funny, has the perfect tease/bully ratio, and sweet at times :,)

idk what else to say there is literally nothing more to me :D so yes that's all :> uhm i like to think that iam one of ur dear mutuals <3 so if its alright can i ask for the love letter teehee ALSO UR EVENT IS SO CUTE PLEASE IM SO EXCITED HEHE <333

your cosmic match is...miya atsumu!

runnerups: tsukishima kei, suna rintarou

YOUR TROPES ARE:

» enemies to lovers - you and atsumu couldn't stand each other from the start. he used to put all his energy towards aggravating you, and all you did was match his energy with more enthusiasm. when the two of you were paired for a project at school, you came to realize that your differences and banter weren't as bad as they used to be and that perhaps, falling in love with your enemy felt nice if it was always going to be like this, him putting smile after smile on your face, while you got him to laugh into the oblivion. (I feel like you and atsumu would be the type to establish your desired relationship off of this trope)

» matchmaker (gone wrong!) - atsumu was the campus cupid who was determined to get you, his friend, to go out dating after a long period of dormancy. the two of you spend time at nearby cafes, amusement parks, and convenience stores, which makes him realize that he ended up falling for his client. he tried to hide it, he really did, but the moments you shared eventually coerced the truth out of him and thus began your love. (kaz, you literally seem like the type of person who'd probably half-protest this and half go with a cupid scheme, and tsumu would totally fall for you because of your charm and the fact that he doesn't wanna share)

» forbidden romance - you weren't supposed to love your childhood friend atsumu, who was the crown prince of the kingdom. he was way beyond your reach, in a status that was far above your own, and yet you couldn't help the surge of affection that filled you whenever you spent time alone together, covered by the veil of night. in short, the two of you end up falling for each other when he's supposed to marry a foreign princess, but he loves you and you love him, which is why your love is a secret, pure, and hidden from the world. (because you also strike me as the type of person who is a go-getter and all-around sweetheart, so if you WANT him, then you'll HAVE him in a completely fair and non-malicious manner)

» friends to lovers - you meet atsumu in high school and the two of you pick up a friendship pretty quickly, trading sarcastic banter and him making fun of your height by holding things far above you. you thought you had a nice platonic thing going…until you saw him talking to a girl after volleyball practice and weren’t exactly fond of the feeling. turns out, atsumu also wasn’t a fan of your banter with suna and also used to interject. the two of you flittered around each other a few months before suna shoved you into a closet until you confessed! (you would need matchmaker suna in this case, he’d be the only one who’d control atsumu’s pride towards this!)

MUTUALS EXTRA: a love letter <3

Dear Kaz,

Samu keeps spoutin’ somethin’ about fate bein’ the thing that leads you to good things in life. I told him to go and bother someone else with that nonsense, but thinkin’ about it, maybe fate is real, because it led me straight to ya. Yer always teasin’ me for anythin’ stupid I do, and I can’t help but find it endearing anytime you do, because seein’ the smile on yer face is enough for me to go to the end of the world and back, just to see it again. Anytime we spend together is time I hold close in ma heart, because I know that yer mine like I’m yers. I love ya dearly Kazane, and I’ll tell ya that for as long as the world spins. Yer the piece of me that I cherish most.

With lots of love, 𝒶𝓉𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓊

a/n: i hoped you liked this :3

#mysterystarz 100 event #falling4you!

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authorbarbie · 4 years

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Dancing With Our Hands Tied (1/?)

Summary: When you first joined The Resistance, you came into contact with several things: brand new equipment to mess around with, your very own work station, and even General Organa herself. But somehow, a charismatic pilot turns out to be the best of them all.

“THERE he is!”

A round of raucous cheers and applause erupted around the cantina, the sound bouncing off the surrounding walls, as Poe Dameron, freshly promoted to the role of Commander, entered the room. He rolled his eyes good-naturedly, holding out his hands bashfully as a sign for his friends to stop, though the grin on his face remained.

“Have a busy night, Commander?” Temmin “Snap” Wexley joked as Poe joined the small group at their table.

“Yeah, we saw you leave with that cute technician last night,” Jessika Pava took a sip of her Batuu Brew with a quirk of her brow. “You guys have your own little celebration?”

Yolo Ziff snorted into his glass, Snap teasingly knocking his shoulder into Poe’s.

“You’re all hilarious, really,” said Poe, unaffected.

“C’mon, Poe,” Jessika continued. “We’re all on the edge of our seats here.”

“Nothing happened,” Poe shrugged, eyes rolling at how the group’s excitement visibly faded.

“Oh,” Karé Kun pouted. “Well, that was disappointing.”

“Why are you all so interested anyway?” Poe swiped Snap’s drink from his hand, ignoring the pilot’s disgruntled ‘hey!’ and took a sip himself. He grimaced as the liquid burned down his throat. “She wasn’t exactly sober so I helped her to her quarters and left. Plus, she wasn’t really my type.”

“What? Hot and single isn’t your type?”

“Hm, let’s see,” Ziff began. “You also said that about that guy back on Tiisheraan, that handsy Twi’lek on Bespin, the—”

“We’re rooting for you, that’s all,” Karé told him, effectively shutting down Ziff’s tangent. “Even a hotshot Commander deserves a little love every now and then.”

“I don’t have time for romance, guys,” argued Poe, jaw set. He was no stranger to flirting — enjoyed it more than the average person, actually — but with the growing threat of the First Order on the horizon, he found no point in going further and growing attached to someone. “I’ve gotta focus on my work, on helping the galaxy. We all do.”

“We’re not saying you have to marry someone, Poe,” said Jessika. “But going out on a date wouldn’t hurt, right? Plus, I don’t remember you ever being so adverse to one-night stands.”

Poe continued to down his drink instead of answering, resulting in a disapproving gaze from every member that sat around the small table.

“I’m telling you, Dameron,” Snap added, matter-of-factly. “One day, you’re gonna meet someone that sweeps you off those damn stubborn feet of yours and you won’t know what hit you.”

“Uh-huh,” Poe agreed, a feeble attempt to end the conversation rather than genuine agreement. “That’ll be the day.”

“Well,” Jessika began to stand from the table with her drink in hand, eyes set on the figure of Kaydel Ko Connix sitting at the bar. “Just because you’ve sworn off cute girls, doesn’t mean I have.”

Watching Jess walk away, Snap wolf-whistled loudly in support, earning a swift kick to the leg from Karé that made the table howl with laughter. More drinks were later shared and the conversation quickly shifted, much to Poe’s relief.

● ● ●

It’s safe to say that you were pretty damn nervous.

Your heart was racing, your palms were sweaty and you felt like you might lose the breakfast you had eaten that morning at any given second. Kriff, you prayed you wouldn't. Throwing up all over your first patient’s shoes probably wasn’t the best way to make an impression.

“Hey, calm down,” said the figure next to you, a comforting hand resting on your arm as if she could sense the anxiety rolling off of you in waves. “There’s nothing to be nervous about.”

“I know,” you nodded, adjusting your dark tunic for the fifth time since you’d put it on. The white medical services armband stood out against the brown material of your uniform. “Just first day jitters, I guess.”

“Because graduating top of our class wasn’t enough to fill you with confidence?” the same girl, Zella, asked jokingly. The two of you had been close since the Academy; you had lived in the same quarters and studied for every class together. You were more than thrilled when she agreed to join the Resistance with you. Having someone you were already close to nearby helped put you at ease.

“Yeah, pretty much,” you nodded, teeth chewing on the skin of your bottom lip; a nervous habit.

Zella’s retort didn’t get the chance to leave her lips, the words dying on her tongue as two figures entered the room— Hermit Farwell AKA the head of the medical station AKA your new boss.

And General Leia Organa… AKA your boss’s boss and overall galactic legend.

The General's hair was wrapped up in a neat crown braid and under the dim lights, the younger girl could see the shines of grey showing through her usual brown colour, a sign of how long she had been fighting for freedom in the galaxy. She wore a brown vest over her light green coveralls that were tucked into a pair of brown boots, and her face was attentive as she took in the new faces in the room. Despite being the leader of the entire organisation, you noticed that while others had their own badge indicating their commanding roles in the whole affair, her rank wasn't shown anywhere.

"Good morning," the woman smiled and though it was directed at everyone, you felt strangely as though she was speaking directly to you. "I thought I'd stop by to wish our new recruits good luck— not that you'll need it. You're in the perfectly capable hands of Colonel Farwell and you wouldn't be here if you didn't have the ability to handle yourselves. If anyone has any trouble or worries, feel free to find me later. But for now… Enjoy your first shift. The Resistance is very lucky to have you.”

She took her leave shortly after and Colonel Farwell clapped his hands together to gain the attention of the room which had started to buzz with excited chatter.

“You heard the General,” he said. “Grab yourself a datapad and let’s get to work.”

The station jumped into action immediately, pressing their keycards to the screens of their datapads and waiting for their patient files to load. You searched through your own itinerary for the day and steeled yourself with a slow breath.

Your first day as a nurse was about to begin.

● ● ●

Poe’s head was pounding.

A couple of days had passed since his little visit to the base’s cantina but he swore he was still feeling the effects of downing one more ice-twist than he likely should have; something that he was currently cursing Snap for coaxing him into. After complaining to BB-8 about the pain yet again, the droid had argued with him back and forth until he finally agreed to visit the med station for some form of relief. The smug astromech currently sat at his feet as he waited to be called in, as if to make sure the pilot followed through on his promise.

Others sat scattered around the waiting area (which was essentially just a few rows of chairs pushed together), each finding their own ways to pass the time. A technician was speaking on his holopad, supposedly unable to stop working even when awaiting medical attention, while a strategist sat with her hand on her stomach, clearly in an uncomfortable amount of pain. Poe himself found his fingers drumming against his knee, voice humming a tune under his breath that he couldn't remember the name of.

"Dameron, Poe?"

Poe continued his melody, about to go into the second verse when BB-8 knocked into his leg to catch his attention and an unfamiliar voice rang out.

"Dameron, Poe!" the voice called again, frustration beginning to seep through.

Poe lifted his head and searched for the source, a charming grin lighting up his face at the sight of you, your eyes squinting as you searched the room for the man who must have been deaf not to hear you. He had been right about you being unfamiliar, he noted as he all but swaggered over to you, lifting a hand into a wave. You said nothing in return, gesturing for him to follow you into your private work area. Poe's eyes scanned your form quickly from top to bottom.

“Take a seat, Commander,” you said, ensuring you used the proper title you had gotten from his patient files. ‘Commander Poe Dameron, top pilot of the Resistance, peak physical condition’ were just a few phrases you remembered.

“Nurse,” Poe grinned, confidence and charm practically exuding from his every pore.

You fought back the urge to roll your eyes, having spent the whole morning dealing with quite a few patients just like him. While some had been kind and quiet, even nervous, others had piled on the compliments until you were ready to push them back out the door. That, coupled with the growing ache in your back from standing so long, had you on the verge of collapsing from tiredness.

“That’s what they call me,” you agreed with a professional tone. “What brings you here today?”

“You mean I needed a reason other than meeting you?” Poe’s eyes lit up with mischief and your skin prickled with irritation. BB-8, who had stuck by his side the whole time, beeped loudly.

“Ah,” you nodded, typing the information into your notes. “So you’ve been doing a little drinking, huh?”

“In my defense, I was celebrating… But I will admit that yes, my head feels like it might explode,” Poe confessed, casting an offended look in his droid’s direction before turning back to you and scratching the back of his neck. His confidence clearly knocked down a peg (by his own best friend, no less), he let out a humble chuckle. “So you speak Binary, huh?”

“That I do. What’s your name, little guy?” you smiled kindly in BB-8’s direction (Poe was only slightly bitter that BB-8 had gotten a smile from you before he had), listening to his reply. “Well, Beebee-Ate, I think my own little Cipher would love you.”

“Cipher?” Poe repeated.

“My droid,” you explained, your hands moving to wrap the blood pressure cuff around his arm and jotting down his results afterwards. “He’s back in my quarters. Figured if he were here on my first day, I’d spend the whole time worrying about him instead of doing my actual job.”

Poe smiled, knowing the feeling of being attached to a droid all too well. “You’re new here, right?”

“I am.”

Poe studied your face as you put the tips of your stethoscope in your ears and pressed the bell against his chest. A small crease formed between your brows, entirely focused as you listened to the steady thump of his heart. Once you were satisfied, you turned back to your datapad. “Yeah, I’d definitely remember someone like you.”

You huffed out a breath, heat creeping up your neck and into your cheeks at his words. Luckily, your back was still facing towards him, face hidden, and you intentionally took longer in busying yourself with his typing up his results.

Even back at the Academy, you had made yourself a promise: no fraternising allowed. You weren’t against the idea of love by any means, but you were well aware of the ominous, growing threat that was gathering out there in the galaxy. You were well aware that war — and casualties because of said war — were inevitable. Hell, it was entirely possible that some of the people you had examined today wouldn’t survive what was coming, and you weren’t about to put your heart on the line just for it to be torn in two. Not when you had the chance to prevent that from happening.

The room fell silent then and Poe allowed it to, being a model patient as you shone a light in his eyes to check his pupils contraction and muttered your final decision to yourself under your breath. He watched as you turned to search through one of the cabinets behind you, eventually finding the bottle you were looking for and quickly reading the label.

“It’s my first day,” you finally said, Poe blinking in surprise at your return to the conversation. “Hold out your hand.”

Poe did so without question and watched as you set two pills in his palm. Filling a glass with water, you held it out for him to take in the other.

“Swallow those now and take two more later tonight if it still hurts. Like your chart says, you really are in peak physical condition,” you waited for him to follow your instructions before passing him the small bottle of remaining pills, pointedly ignoring the smirk on his lips at your comment. “Your hangover should pass soon.”

“Well, thank you for your thorough work…” Poe trailed off and you knew what he was indicating.

“Nurse is fine,” you told him simply.

“Come on, I make it a habit to learn everyone’s name here,” Poe told you, almost pleadingly and he wasn't lying. He really did know the name of every single person in the base, no matter their rank or job. For his own squadron, he had memorised their birthdays, too, and ensured they always received something special when the day came, be it something simple like a small cake or something a little grander, like an upgrade to their ship. “The cleaners, the line cooks, whoever.”

“That’s… very nice of you,” you said genuinely, meeting his eyes over your datapad. He really was quite handsome and clearly, he was aware of it. A square chin with a jawline you were pretty sure could chisel fiberplast, soft chocolate brown eyes that had a warmth to them that reminded you of a fire crackling, full lips with the bottom looking just a little bigger than the top and a tall build that you noticed made him appear confident even when seemingly at ease. It was a shame, really. If you had met him in some other way, at some other time, you probably would’ve fallen for his charm already.

But unfortunately, you hadn’t.

“If you need any more help, feel free to visit again.” Clearing your throat and reluctantly breaking the eye contact, you held out your free hand which he took firmly, giving it a shake. “And congratulations on your promotion.”

“Thank you. It was a pleasure to meet you… Nurse,” Poe told you, releasing your hand and turning to leave as BB-8 beeped his goodbyes. Before he had fully stepped out the door, he turned back, the right side of his mouth quirking into the beginnings of a smirk. “I hope we see each other again soon.”

Your gaze softened, brows furrowed together as you gestured around the room which held various medical supplies. “For your sake, I hope we don’t.”

A warm laugh escaped his throat but he said nothing more. And with a wink, he left.

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron fanfic #star wars imagine #i present to you... nurse reader #mine

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starchildsteven · 4 years

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So I’ve had time to sit on the finale of Bojack Horseman and I have thoughts to make my way through based on where it all ended.

Okay while the creators made it clear they weren’t quite done with the story when they were cancelled and probably would have liked another season I do think this is where they planning to go with the end of Bojack’s story anyway. That is to say I think that the professor to convict was an intentional sort of bait and switch. We thought we would be getting Bojack’s redemption in one way (him happily being a teacher at HollyHock’s school) and ended up getting it in another (him finally having to accept some real tangible punishment for all he did). But it still shows he IS committed to growing. I think that what Todd says at the end is important. Not the part about the Hokey pokey (though I enjoyed that little bit) but when Bojack asks him “what if I mess it up again?” and he says “Then you get sober again.” Because life isn’t simple and recovery is a journey of a lifetime. Diane echos this when Bojack says “Life’s a bitch and then you die.” and she responds, “Sometimes. Sometimes life is a bitch and then you keep living.” Honestly I felt that. That I think is the real thesis of Bojack Horseman the show. “Life’s and bitch and then you keep living.” The important part is to just keep living. Really living, not in the YOLO part way but rather in the keep fighting for another moment type of way. You take the pain and you keep going, trying to be better, to grow, to find that place where you can be happy. That’s life.

That being said I think the creators planned on doing a season 7. I feel like the last couple episodes were a more condensed version of what they really wanted the last season to be as well as finishing the current season 6 as planned. What I mean is certain things that happened in season 6 were meant to happen in season 6 but more developed. Bojack being exposed for his abuse after some time developing him as a good professor and finding contentment in that life, Mr. Peanutbutter and Pickles breaking up for good, Diane struggling with her book and then writing a detective novel, Todd and Maude’s relationship as well as the relationship between Princess Carolyn and Judah. While other stuff was meant to be in season 7 which would have been the final season. Princess Carolyn letting go of her love for Bojack, Todd reconnecting with his family, Mr. Peanutbutter learning to be okay being alone, Diane finding success as a writer for middle-grade books rather than what she planned and marrying Guy, who is a better match for her despite how much I love the relationship between Diane and Mr. Peanutbutter. Bojack finding meaning within the prison system.

This is also why I think Kelsey and Gina were cut from the story. I think the show was going to use season 6 to expand on how they were coping in place of some other scenes that were meant to be in a season 7 but had to be fit into season 6 instead. Some things had to be sacrificed. As much as I loved what they set up with Gina since they weren’t getting a season after this one she was the best choice for cut along with Kelsey. Other stuff that might have been explored during season 7 probably ended up on the cutting room floor and we will never know about. Genuinely though I think this was the original plan but they are cancelled so they had to fit two seasons into one. To which I think they did a pretty good job. It’s not the strongest final season but it serves its intended purpose and I still think Bojack went out on a high note quality wise.

Bojack’s suicide attempt would have probably been the final for season 6 with his heart monitor going dead and then after a minute starting to beep again. I don’t think Bojack’s creators would have let us think over a season break that Bojack was dead but they would have teased us with the idea. Then the next season would have opened the way the last episode did followed by a short trial and him going to jail. Then some stuff that was in season 6 would have been in season 7 instead and the show would end in the same place, at Princess Carolyn wedding with the final goodbye between Bojack and Diane.

I know some fans feel cheated we didn’t get a final redemption for Bojack. But to be fair I don’t think that was ever the plan. I don’t think we were ever going to get a redeemed Bojack. I think he would have ended the show still in prison and still working on getting better. I think the show is trying to tell us there is no “redeemed Bojack.” Just a Bojack who tries every day to be a better person. I understand the fans who wanted Bojack to reach a healthy place in his life. I understand the fans who wanted to see Bojack succeed. However the show makes it clear that Bojack IS succeeding in some ways. He is going to be okay. All he can do is keep living and trying to be his best because the only alternative is to give up and die. We also end the show with every other one of the characters in a healthy place all of them being the confirmation that Bojack WILL be okay. In their own individual ways they reflect parts of Bojack that he can and will hopefully one day achieve.

Personally I think Todd represents making amends and reconnecting with loved ones is possible. It will never be perfect and it will always be painful but it is possible to rebuild those connections you have lost. Maybe Bojack will never reconnect with Hollyhock but Todd shows us it’s not impossible. I think that Mr. Peanutbutter shows us that it’s okay to be alone and you can be alone and happy. Obviously everyone needs a support system but both Mr. Peanutbutter and Bojack were unhealthily dependant on Diane (and others but mostly her). Bojack needs to learn how to be alone and to be okay with being alone just like Mr. Peanutbutter did. He needs to be able to give himself love and validation instead of struggling to find it exclusively externally. Princess Carolyn shows that letting go and moving on is possible and that accepting help is okay. Even if it’s scary and it’s hard and you feel like you are losing yourself it is okay to ask for help. Real help like the kind Judah gives her not the putting out fires way that she helps Bojack. Bojack needs to be open to getting REAL help and learning a healthy way to let go that doesn’t devalue or justify hurt. Bojack always ran to people to fix all his problems or he just ran away from his problems. He needs to honestly confront thing in his past and learn the difference between acting like something never happened and letting go of the things he can not change. Finally Diane shows us that it is still okay even after you’ve reached a healthy place to not always be okay. Diane has bad days, she struggles with her depression, she isn’t sure what she wants all the time. She is healthy and happy but nothing is or ever will be perfect and that is okay. Even healthy people are allowed to not be okay all the time and being healthy doesn’t mean you never struggle or you never fall off the wagon. Being healthy means that you have bad days and you keep living. I think that’s the point. All of these people have grown in ways Bojack needs to grow. All of these people are what Bojack can be (and hopefully will be someday.) So while no we never got our fully redeemed Bojack, we got glimpses of him from himself and within the other characters. That is not to say these characters only exist as mirrors of Bojack. Each of their stories has value on its own merits. That what makes them all such strong characters. The work as reflections on Bojack as well as stand alone arcs and journeys. They all have parts of themselves (good and bad) that they share with Bojack but are complete people outside of that. Of the main five characters I cannot think of one I hate or don’t relate to on some level. True not everyone feels that way (Mr. Peanutbutter, Diane and Todd get consistent criticism online not all of which is unjustified) but there doesn’t seem to be a universally hated character neither in the fandom nor within the general public which is much rarer than most people think. Every character in Bojack seems to have their fans and I think most will be satisfied by how these characters ended their arcs.

I think that Bojack Horseman is an important show. The conversation is has about mental health goes places most shows (hell even most real life people) would be afraid to go. I support the story it wanted to tell and the way it told that story. I do still believe the creators wanted and deserved one more season but they were able to end the show in a good place. The story feels complete. The greater conversation about abuse, trauma and mental health is ongoing but Bojack Horseman has said its piece on the topic. Something perfectly symbolized in the last scene of Diane and Bojack just quietly gazing at the stars with nothing left to say.

Now lets hope no idiot comes around in 5 years with a revival idea and ruins it…

#bojack horseman #bojack spoilers #bojack season 6 #long post

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fortunatelylori · 5 years

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J0nereys in Winterfell: Let’s make this as uncomfortable as possible for everyone, shall we?

Right before the premiere, the Ds decided to stoke the dying ambers of the J0nereys relationship by saying that they didn’t have time to develop Jon and D*ny’s relationship in season 7, despite dedicating almost 5 episodes to it. But, now, they say, now we’re really going to see Jon and D*ny’s relationship blossom.

So let’s see how Jon and D*ny spend their time now that they’re “together, together”. (lolz ... they sound like toddlers).

Jon and D*ny share 5 scenes in this episode and they run the gambit from the strange and ridiculous to the deeply, deeply disturbing. And as with most of their scenes, they’re never really alone. Something always encroaches on the relationship in order to add another new layer of just sheer and utter desolation.

The “skip the awe and go straight for the fear” scene:

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Gods, this scene is unsettling! Everything from the bleak lighting, to the subdued military music, to the rivers of soldiers marching towards Winterfell. There is nothing triumphant or feel good about this scene.

In order to fully understand this scene and Jon and D*ny’s reactions, I think we need to remember what D*ny said in season 7. There’s two important lines in there that come into play here.

The first one is in episode 2 of season 7:

Tyrion: On a night like this, you came into the world.

Varys: I remember that storm. All the dogs in King’s Landing howled through the night.

D*ny: I wish I could remember it. I always thought this would be a homecoming. Doesn’t feel like home.

Since the start of season 7, D*ny has been chasing an elusive sense of belonging in Westeros while the people of Westeros seem hell bent on denying her that.

No one in the North is acting directly hostile towards her. They’re just subdued, apprehensive and suspicious, as anyone would when faced with 100.000 foreign soldiers marching through their streets. But D*ny is unable to cope with this reality or even attempt to see things from the Northerns perspective, particularly since at the end of season 7, this is how she viewed her relationship with the North:

D*ny: I’ve not come to conquer the North. I’m coming to save the North.

The North has, unfortunately, not been informed of D*ny’s benevolence so D*ny is left feeling slighted by the long faces. Jon, who has now been completely colonized (at least in theory) by D*ny, is so attune to her crazy that he’s quick to offer an explanation and a pained smile:

Jon: I warned you. Northerners don’t much trust outsiders.

Yeah ... you also told her that they would come to see her for “what” she is, Jon. Which in D*ny’s world can only mean they will fall in love with her the moment they set eyes on her. No wonder she’s dissapointed. And you have only yourself to blame.

So ... in the absence of masters to crucify and a crowd of brown people to surf, what is D*ny to do to get that validation she so desperately craves?

Ah, yes. Good ol’ faithful!

In season 7 D*ny also said this:

D*ny: They [dragons] were terrifying, extraordinary. They filled people with wonder and awe.

Let’s see some of that wonder and awe, Winterfell!

People are literally hugging the walls! So I’m assuming not so much wonder and awe but certainly extreme emotions of terror. Well, she got, at least, 1 right.

The Northerners she’s come “to save” are running away in fear and screaming. D*ny’s reaction:

How does Jon feel about his “new love of his life” terrifying the people he claims to fight for? Who knows. D*ny’s ego blows him off screen.

The “diplomacy for dummies” scene:

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You know what it’s like ... first time meeting your partner’s family. You’re sitting right across from them while they ogle you like you’re some kind of alien coming to abduct their precious offspring. You smile and pretend to be deeply invested in washing the dishes even though you eat off plastic plates at home. Hell, you even say you love ironing even if you send everything to be dry cleaned. I mean who has time for that shit, am I right?

Well, D*ny hasn’t had this extremely important life lesson hoisted on her until now. Luckily Tyrion lent her his copy of “Diplomacy for dummies” right before they arrived in Winterfell and she manages to hobble together something akin to a galaxy overlord feigning interest in the mere mortals around her:

D*ny: Thank you for inviting us into your home, lady Stark. The North is as beautiful as your brother claimed. As are you.

Honestly, the thing I find most insulting about this line doesn’t even have anything with D*ny, but with the Ds. They’ve already pulled this “woman fake complimenting another woman in order to appease her” shtick with Sansa and Lyanna Mormont. At this point, it seems to me they have no idea how women greet each other.

Of course, D*ny’s attempt is shut down by a Sansa Stark that has decided to go all yolo on everyone’s asses this episode:

Bitch, please! I’m way hotter than you. I’ve only spent the last 8 hours getting ready so that Jon eats his heart out when he realizes he’s having sex with the wrong relative.

This frosty look is followed by a tortured:

Sansa: Winterfell is yours, Your Grace.

that has D*ny deciding real quick that in fact the North sucks, Sansa is a traitor and she’s not getting her adoration quota met at all by these ungrateful bastards that she’s come to liberate ... aaa ... save ... aaa ... conquer:

How does Jon think the meeting of his queen/lover/aunt and his sister-cousin/owner of his heart/bane of his existence went? ..... Footage missing.

The “Roasting of Jon Snow” scene:

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There is one key line in this scene that encapsulates the entire Jon/D*ny dynamic in this episode and it’s delivered by the Ds favorite misogynistic mouthpiece, one tiny Lyanna Mormont, to Jon Snow:

Lyanna: Your Grace? But you’re not, are you? You left Winterfell a king and came back a ... I’m not sure what you are now. A lord? Nothing at all?

Jon: It’s not important.

Jon is doing his best karoake version of Nothing else matters in this scene (careful, Jon! Metallica is famously prickly about their copyrights) but the fact still remains. Through out this episode, when it comes to his interactions with D*ny, Jon is, in fact, nothing at all. He doesn’t express any opinion, he doesn’t react. He’s essentially dead inside and the woman whom he’s supposedly in love with has cost him everything: his position, the respect of his people, his relationship with his family and, ultimately, even his voice.

In order to exist in D*ny’s world, Jon needs to make himself small because “it’s not important”. He isn’t important. Only D*ny is important.

I’m sorry but the Jon Snow I know is a proud man. He’s the guy who was ready to kill someone for calling his father a traitor. Which is why, perhaps, he can’t help but slip in this scene and say this:

Jon: I had a choice. Keep my crown or protect the North. I chose the North!

Perhaps we can now put to rest the argument that Jon didn’t need to bend the knee since D*ny was already willing to help with the apocalypse. And we should put it to rest not just because Jon basically gives everyone the cliff notes to the political Jon theory but because, most significantly, D*ny doesn’t contradict him.

She doesn’t stand up in this scene and say: Actually I was ready to fight for you all without Jon Snow bending the knee.

She also doesn’t take the opportunity to ask Jon about it later on in the episode. That’s because she knows she wouldn’t be in Winterfell if Jon hadn’t bent the knee.

Tell me again how any of this is romantic? Especially when it ends with:

Sansa: May I ask? How are we meant to feed the greatest army the world has ever seen? While I ensured our stores will last through winter, I didn’t account for Dothraki, Unsullied and two full grown dragons.

Hold on there, missy! Where do you think you are? In some kind of democracy where you’re allowed to question the glorious leader?!? Besides, I’ll have you know that D*ny is the very smartest leader evah and she has totally prepared supply chains for her humongous army and ...

Oh ... Well, Sansa, if you must know I have it on very good authority from D*ny’s stans that the loot train attack was a strategic move on D*ny’s part and she didn’t actually burn any of the food. And now she’s going to tell you just how you’re going to feed all these people, ok?

Sansa: What do dragons eat anyway?

D*ny: Whatever they want.

.....

Yeah, sorry, Sans. D*ny’s a little busy at the moment eating Jon’s soul so you’re going to have to figure it out.

You know ... when Emilia Clarke said that D*ny would try to make the Starks and the North like her despite the fact that they clearly don’t, I thought it would last more than 5 minutes of screen time. It basically took one frosty look and the smallest bit of attitude for D*ny to begin to threaten the Northerners and Jon’s family members with death via dragon.

You might wonder how Jon reacts to all of this? And if you are ... what the hell is wrong with you?!? The man is “nothing at all”. We’ve already established that.

The “expiration date” scenes:

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Davos, bless him, is attempting to save Jon’s reputation and crown despite the brooding bastard’s best efforts to rid himself of both by proposing a marriage alliance between Jon and D*ny at the end of the war. Tyrion is, surprisingly, subdued in this scene despite knowing that Jon and D*ny rubbed love organs together.

But it’s Varys that really shoots down the idea for whatever reason. It’s a bit early to really figure out why Varys isn’t keen on the idea of Jon and D*ny marrying but he does utter the best bit of J0nereys foreshadow in the whole episode:

Varys: Respect is how the young keep us at a distance. So we don’t remind them of an unpleasant truth.

Tyrion: What is that?

Varys: Nothing lasts.

Yeah, I’d say there’s more than one unpleasant truth lurking about in Winterfell, my dear Lord Spider.

I’m pretty sure that at least a few people had an orgasm when the marriage alliance was proposed, feeling as if this all but ensures that J0nereys is endgame.

But here’s the thing: this idea of a marriage between Jon Snow and Daenerys Targareyen is being introduced too late into the game. This would have made sense back in season 7, before Jon bent the knee.

Right now, the damage to Jon’s reputation is already done and the whole world is about to find out he’s a Targareyen. How do you think the people of the North will feel about two Targs on the throne? It’s not going to happen. Not only that but since Jon’s claim supersedes D*ny’s, she would never be able to marry him and rule as Queen of the 7 kingdoms. She would have to pick one over the other.

Which means that all this scene can hope to be is a pleasant smoke and mirrors technique to distract everyone from the fact that J0nereys is essentially whiling their time away before the inevitable grave of the parentage reveal.

At this point, we’re about halfway through the episode. We’ve already been informed that Jon and D*ny’s relationship won’t last. D*ny is just about ready to let the dragons loose on Sansa and we have yet to have an actual scene of these two people talking.

So ... what is on our love birds minds? ... Sansa, of course.

D*ny: Your sister doesn’t like me.

Jon: She doesn’t know you. If it makes you feel any better, she didn’t like me either when we were growing up.

When I first heard this line, it really stung that the first piece of personal information Jon shares with D*ny on screen is a rehash of the old “Sansa was mean to Jon when they were children” show invention. However, I’ve come to reconsider this line and for reasons I will touch upon tomorrow in my Jonsa meta, I find this kind of adorable.

At the moment, let’s just say Jon is trying very hard not to antagonize D*ny and Sansa’s reactions to her are making it difficult which in turn frustrates Jon.

Speaking of:

D*ny: She doesn’t need to be my friend. But I am her queen.

(pointed pause)

D*ny: If she can’t respect me ...

D*ny gets interrupted by the Dothraki that have been sent to feed her dragons so she never finishes what she was going to say. But ... what was she going to say? What kind of punishment does she believe is warranted for Sansa’s frosty reception and food question?

While Sansa is making it very clear she doesn’t like D*ny, she has yet to disrespect her. But as we’ve come to see with D*ny, she no longer knows the difference. Something Jon is painfully aware of. Otherwise why wouldn’t he be more outwardly concerned about his lover threatening his sister to his face? Talk about disrespectful ...

Also:

Sansa: What do dragons eat anyway?

Dothraki: Only 18 goats and 11 sheep.

Yeah ... let that sink in.

The “It looked easy when Hiccup was doing it”scene:

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This scene hurts my souuuuuuul! You’d think with the kind of money HBO sunk into this TV show and into the Ds, they’d manage to come up with something other than a lame rip off of How to train your dragon for Jon’s first time riding Rhaegal.

The cutesy tone feels anachronistic here for several reasons:

D*ny’s dragons are not Toothless! Toothless is an angel on Earth and I love him to bits. He does not go around burning people to a crisp or killing little girls. The dragons in GOT have been called weapons of mass destruction not just by GRRM but by the Ds themselves. I’m not sure trying to parallel Hiccup with Jon really works in the context in which Jon is basically riding an atomic bomb.

Also, this is a momentous moment for Jon. He’s about to ride the dragon that was named after his father. You’d think they’d go for something more emotionally fraught and majestic but no. We’re playing this for laughs, guys.

In a romantic context, this scene is also deeply frustrating. Because just like in every other J0nereys scene, the Ds have taken a trusted trope (a couple bonding over one of them teaching the other something) and completely wrecked it.

D*ny does encourage Jon to ride the dragon. It’s actually one of their cuter moments, with Jon being awkward and unsure and D*ny being cocky:

Jon: I don’t know how to ride a dragon.

D*ny: Nobody does. Until they ride a dragon.

Jon: What if he doesn’t want me to?

D*ny: Then I’ve enjoyed your company, Jon Snow.

The banter is cute ... for about 10 seconds. Until Jon is hoisted into the air, it becomes clear D*ny has no intention of teaching him anything and Jon is flinging around, inches away from being thrown off the dragon and into the abyss of death. Then it becomes less cute.

Jon eventually lands, somewhere, next to a waterfall that has magically appeared in what is Siberian tundra because ... reasons.

Despite looking like he was in some kind of never ending nightmare through out the ride, Jon ends the exercise with:

Jon: You’ve completely ruined horses for me.

No worries, Jon. She’s also about to ruin your sex life and your will to live so there’s a lot to look forward to.

In the behind the scenes footage, the Ds said that this is the place where Jon used to hunt as a child and he decides to show it to D*ny. You’d think this kind of romantic motivation would somehow find its way into the actual dialogue in the scene but no ...

Instead we get this generic line that is not really given any kind of context:

D*ny: We could stay 1000 years. No one would find us.

The interesting thing about this scene is that Jon has shared a similar moment with someone in the past that gave off the whole “1000 years” feel. Let’s have a look:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1XQ1eTpPL6c

Unfortunately, I can’t embed the scene here but this is Jon/Ygritte atop the wall. There are no lines of dialogue in the whole scene. However, with Ygritte, Jon initiates contact and actually leads her to the other side of the Wall, to show her the expanse of the 7 kingdoms, something Ygritte has never seen. All of it is filmed just as the sun sets around the two kissing, with music swelling in the background. It’s all very clearly romance coded.

So how does Jon respond to D*ny echoing the same kind of feeling:

Jon: We’d be pretty old.

That Jon Snow, huh? He really has a way with the ladies.

They do kiss in this scene so that’s something but it’s at D*ny’s invitation:

Jon: It’s cold up here for a Southern girl.

D*ny: So keep your queen warm.

They’ve shared 2 one on one scenes in this episode and D*ny felt the need to remind him she’s the queen in both of them. I guess titles aren’t important when it comes to Jon. When it’s D*ny’s titles, they are very, very important.

You know what they say: All animals are equal but some animals are more equal than others.

And because this scene wasn’t odd or awkward enough already, it ends with this:

Many people have speculated on what Jon’s thought process is during this stare down. Most have come to the conclusion that Jon is thinking about how to get D*ny’s “kids” to like him.

Except that any romantic kiss where one partner opens their eyes mid-kiss, is a a huge red flag that the person in question isn’t actually into it. So I’m thinking he’s inwardly screaming: The moron just handed me a dragon on a silver platter! Let’s get this dance started!

*thanks for reading, guys! We will reconvene tomorrow for the Jonsa edition of this episode

*none of the artwork in the meta is mine; thank you to all the content creators!

#anti-jonerys #anti-daenerys #dance of dragons 2.0

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ofwizardsandmen · 4 years

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IRONIC

“it was almost ironic that Tara, dressed in her wedding gown would say those words to her husband-to-be’s best friend…”

Word count: 1.6k

Genre: fluff

Characters: Tara Lee, Johnny Suh,

AU: Gossip Witch Universe

Like every decent Aquarius man, Johnny Suh is never one to judge or jump to conclusions without full evidence before him. Yet, the first time he met Tara Lee, Johnny immediately concluded that the young —and evidently smitten— Mark had definitely failed to describe her accurately. It was probably expected considering that at the age of fifteen, Mark was not particularly eloquent and his Korean was beyond flawed —despite Doyoung’s best efforts to teach him proper grammar—, but Johnny thought to himself that no level of eloquence or Korean fluency would have helped Mark to depict Tara Lee in a way that made her justice.

Back in the summer of 2016, Tara looked so much like the teen she was —lean and petite, dark long hair falling down her shoulders, innocent smile—, she was not more or less beautiful than any of the female trainees and idols Johnny had grown accustomed to seeing every other day, and yet there was something so exceptionally beautiful and fascinating about her that Johnny felt something he couldn’t quite explain awakening inside of him —an urge to protect her maybe, or perhaps a rare affection he wasn’t quite ready to label as anything other than fondness—. For the rest of the summer, he joked about it claiming that he had fallen in love at first sight, and while Tara had played along for the years to follow —jokingly of course—, Johnny never really knew what that feeling was until he watched her walking out the fitting room of Maison Delacroix with a handmade lace gown, so exquisite and beautiful it made his jaw drop almost comically with a movement —Tara would joke later— that could’ve easily dislocated his mandible.

The thing about Johnny Suh is that he would probably agree to the dumbest things when Tara Lee is involved. It’s odd, but even the least reasonable ideas make sense to him when they come from Tara. Whatever he was thinking when he agreed to join her for her wedding dress fitting exceeded his understanding now that he was standing before his best friend’s fiancée looking like an ethereal vision; pure as the driven snow.

“You are…” The man made a pause to think of the right words, something he barely ever did because he had been gifted with all the eloquence Mark lacked “…beyond perfect” he finally said after a moment of silence. He swore he felt his eyes filling up. And it was ridiculous, but he couldn’t help but think he would’ve probably been seized by the same nostalgia if he had a sister —or a daughter even— who was about to walk down the aisle.

“Soooo, do you like it?” Tara asked smiling brightly as she twirled around Johnny, letting him appreciate the deep cut in the back of the dress

“It’s gorgeous,” He said nodding repeatedly and picking Tara’s hand so he could spin her as though they were dancing the waltz. As per usual, Tara played along, putting her free arm out and humming Beethoven’s Romance Nº2 as she emulated a ballerina.

“So, do I have your seal of approval to wear this to marry your best friend?” Tara stopped the game, intertwining her fingers through Johnny’s and giving them a soft squeeze as if to focus his attention back on the real purpose of his presence. “Do I pass Johnny’s fashion evaluation?” She asked, eyes wide and expecting, eyelashes fluttering innocently. Johnny had received similar looks from Tara —and many other women who were not relevant enough at the moment— plenty of times before, but characteristically emotionless as he was he had never been so easily subdued with a simple glance.

“I will never approve of you marrying him instead of me” Refusing let his feelings overtake him, Johnny attempted to joke. And it’s quite typical of him and his playful approach to relationships. Shaking off any thought clouding his judgment, he unleashed his flirty charms in small, calculated doses accompanied by a signature smirk . “But if he’s gonna be the lucky bastard, I guess the dress will do”

“It’ll do?” Tara repeated, her expression deflating with something that looked suspiciously like a pout.

“Princess” The man took a deep breath, suddenly turning dead serious. There was a brief moment of silence and he swiped a thumb over Tara’s cheekbone. Something in equal parts longing and adoration present in his eyes “You know Mark loves you madly, right?” It was not as much of a question as it was a reminder “Whatever you wear, he’s gonna be completely moonstruck and quite frankly this is beyond what he deserves” He added that last bit laughing and in return, earning a chuckle from Tara’s lips.

“You know… you sound exactly like Tyler now” Tara rolled eyes. Johnny would’ve probably had the time to get offended if her words had not been a confirmation of an earlier realization that demanded his urgent attention.

“Only that I bet I would be a thousand times a better brother than he is” Johnny said matter of factly.

“You’d probably be” Tara conceded before wrapping her fingers around Johnny’s wrist and pulling him into a hug.

At the contact, his shoulders stiffened. Johnny shuffled uncomfortably on his feet as his mind briefly suggested an escape plan, but ultimately, he stayed in place while Tara clicked her tongue, shaking her head reprovingly. It was amusing to witness how easily she could reduce the tall and seemingly untouchable Johnny Suh, the guy that looked like he could disarm anybody with a mere look, to a nervous mess.

“Probably?” Johnny scoffed, allowing his own arms to wrap around Tara’s delicate frame as though he had surrendered to her. Or rather, like he was unable to deny her anything. Not even a hug. Even though everybody knew perfectly well Johnny Suh wasn’t a big fan of physical displays of affection. “Just say it, brat, I’d be the best brother ever,” he said, poking her sides playfully.

Tara laughed and swatted Johnny’s hand away “For what is worth, I know you’ll be the best brother in law”

“Jason better doesn’t hear that” The man grinned at the mention of Mark’s older brother, thoughts drifting to the many times Jason had been offended by the mere insinuation of Johnny somehow knowing his brother better than him.

“Well, that can be our secret” With her arms still around him, Tara tucked her chin over Johnny’s shoulder, which required of Tara raising to her tiptoes, of course.

And then, it happened. Before he could process what he was doing. Before he could calculate the repercussions of his words. Even before he himself could understand whatever it was he was feeling. Every minutely calculated move, every deliberately planned word of the past nine years was suddenly thrown to the wind.

Carpe diem. YOLO. All those previously empty and hackneyed phrases people print on cards and they frame to put up in their walls abruptly acquired meaning. Suddenly, it clicked in Johnny’s mind that there weren’t that many right moments to be so serious and potentially cheesy than a wedding dress fitting session with a woman —he had just discovered— he loved.

“I love you, Tara” Johnny clumsily rested his chin on top of her head, patting her shoulders and allowing himself to smile at the realization. It had always been love.

And not the type of love romances and tragedies are written about. Not the kind of love that drove people to madness or the kind that broke hearts. Not the type of love that carves holes in your life when unfulfilled or the type that makes butterflies and fireworks go off in your chest. This one was different and Johnny was convinced he had never felt it before. It was pure, fraternal love.

“I love you so much, you deserve nothing but a lifetime of happiness,” Johnny’s shaky voice said. “And I am glad that’s exactly what you’ll get with Mark”

It’s funny, how Tara had been working towards Johnny acknowledging his feelings —just in general, not necessarily his feelings toward her— for years and it still took her by surprise when he was finally able to speak pass his playful banter and half-truths masked as jokes.

Silence settled between them so thick and loaded that Tara exhaling air suddenly became a loud sound in the room. They’ve been eternally joking about loving each other that for a second Tara was left at a loss for words at how serious Johnny was acting for once.

“Wow. That was deep” She said pulling away from the hug and looking up at Johnny’s blushing cheeks.

“Yeah, I try not to, but it happens sometimes” Johnny shrugged.

Tara had not really acknowledged till then, but she felt all the tension of the wedding, every single doubt and those unspoken fears she’s been unsuccessfully shoving in the back of her brain shatter all at once. Johnny’s presence always did that. It was probably the effect of his perpetually reassuring smile or his gentle eyes and comforting touches.

“I love you too, John” Tara placed her hands on each side of Johnny’s cheeks, almost forcing him to look at her in the eyes.

He laughed, catching the way Tara was looking at him.

They both knew what the other as thinking: it was almost ironic that Tara, dressed in her wedding gown would say those words to her husband-to-be’s best friend. No matter how much sense it all made to them, from the outside this could’ve been easily taken out of context and misinterpreted. Something they should’ve probably been wary about, but none of them seemed to care enough about.

“You’ll be the prettiest bride,” Johnny remarked wistfully as he gazed at his friend once again wrapping his arms around her.

Tara Lee was no longer the little girl Johnny Suh met, she had blossomed into a beautiful, clever and successful woman he treasured deeply.

And she was about to have her happy ever after with his best friend.

#story #tara #johnny #oc

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book + twilight

i kept thinking that the darklighter family would be the cullens but i was deadass wrong. this is HELLA AU so brace yourself and bear with me because this is a mess.

CLAUDIA is one of the volturi leaders. she leads with WILL and MAX, her brothers. NICOLE and EVAN are in the volturi as well though do not lead. they chose not to however together they crushed the roman coven and over threw their psychopathic father JACK. they decided to pity him and keep him alive to watch them grow as a family and as a coven without him. he was a dictator and was abusive in many ways than one. jack basically rots while the volturi flourish. claudia’s not without her scars. her time under jack’s rule scarred her, as well as her siblings, and sometimes that carries over as she leads the people. her coven know her as firm, not strict, though choices aren’t always so easily predicted. in a way, she’s childish when compared to her siblings. she likes toys and weapons as evidenced by not only the volturi rules but as well as the kinds of vampires she houses in the volturi guard. her wife, HARLOW, isn’t locked away in some tower because in this version of twilight, claudia boasts having such a powerful wife. she worships the very ground she walks on. it’s rumored that the only true person who can influence her choices is harlow whom she keeps close even while passing judgment upon those who break the volturi laws. harlow is, after all, her mate and one of the deadliest vampires in existence. if claudia hadn’t such a… charming personality, harlow would be a leader instead. HER POWER IS FIRE, MAKING HER FEARED.@ofindcmitability | WILL is one of the volturi leaders. like his siblings, he helped over throw a maniacal father and create the volturi. he’s sort of like caius in ways as far as anger can get but in this world he’s more relaxed and with his siblings around, he’s often the one to make the more practical choices whereas claudia reacts childishly and max reacts moody. his mate is lizzie and like harlow does claudia, lizzie also brings him down to earth. she’s the only one that truly can. they’re protective of each other and will often finds himself wondering if there should be towers for the wives because if someone should attack their coven, it’s best bet would be to go after the wives. HIS POWER IS TELEPORTATION.

@sitacross | MAX is one of the volturi leaders. like his siblings, he helped over throw their father. he’s the moodiest of the siblings and leaders. some say it’s because of the abuse he faced at the hands of their father, some say he was just born that way. it could be because his mate was killed and since then his siblings have stopped him from destroying himself. max is a lot like marcus. max can identify relationships among covens which claudia uses against certain covens to recruit new members of the volturi.

@ofsorrxws | NICOLE is a member of the volturi though could be a leader. she chooses to let claudia, will and max make the decisions and laws. she has yet to find a mate. HER POWER IS HAPPINESS INDUCTION, which keeps max at least content in his position.

@tequilaorbs | EVAN is a member of the volturi though could be a leader. he helped his siblings over throw their father. he could lead but chooses not to, finding his purpose tracking prey and potential members for the coven. he has no mate as of yet. he’s convinced he probably had one but he ate them instead. HIS POWER IS TRACKING.

@deathlyharlows | HARLOW was a henchwomam for jack but rather than follow his order in the end, she chose the siblings. particularly claudia whom she had fallen in love with. while she doesn’t get along with the other siblings very well, she does tolerate them. her wife is claudia after all. she doesn’t possess a power but she’s the best fighter the volturi has (much like felix). she often stands in should someone be executed.

@geminislegacy | LIZZIE is a member of the volturi and is will’s wife. she’s a newborn vampire so while she’s free to roam, will keeps a good watchful eye on her. there’s a special story behind the great romance between the two. a member of the guard had a vision of her and when hearing her described, will made the journey himself. it didn’t even take a look to know she was the one he wanted to spend forever with. HER POWER IS PAIN ILLUSION, like jane, though she makes an active choice not to use it often. she’s more focused on learning the laws and how to escape the castle without her husband knowing. sometimes you just gotta take a walk, you know? girl’s gotta think.

SPECIAL GUESTS@enflamedxtouch | JOSIE IS a newborn like her twin, lizzie, though she found herself becoming a cullen rather than a volturi. her power is sensory deprivation much like alec’s. that event that will found lizzie in? the twins were being forced apart (rather than the merge) and it tore them apart in ways most aren’t aware of yet. she found that her mate was PENELOPE aka the emmett of the cullens whereas josie is more of the rosalie when it comes to the darker parts of herself.

@willdoitforher | PENELOPE is the emmett of the cullens. while she’s not large and bulky, she likes big game challenges and being josie’s number one fan. she’s the strongest cullen.

@chosenlonely | HOPE is the bella of the group. she’s still human though she’s down to f a vampire and become one after. she loves LANDON. loves that he can’t read her thoughts though she’s always like “what’s wrong with me? i was born to be a vampire.”@frcmashes | LANDON is the edward of the group. he was alone when ALARIC found him dying of the flu a long ass time ago. alaric decided to turn him and some suffrage and a hundred years later, he found his mate aka hope. cAN’t read her thoughts but he likes that. likes everything about her. loves loves loves hope mikaelson to death. will 10/10 protect her from a crazy ass redhead and her crazy mate who wants to eat her.

@sharphistory | ALARIC is the carlisle of the group. kind, caring, the works. he works at the hospital and struggles to keep his vampire family from eating the locals. yolo

@heartofcare | is the esme of the group though she and alaric aren’t married. she still treats the children like they’re her own, and in another universe they are. she’s actually married to STEFAN. she has no noticeable power other than empathy.

@cfxadeptheart | STEFAN is like the jasper of the group. he struggles the most with bloodlust even though he’s been a vampire longer than most of the cullens. caroline still loves him all the same (much like the alice/jasper ship). his power is to influence emotions.

#answered #meme #yikes #chilloutkylo

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