#(wow…….. Just Like Me I LOVE TO PROJECT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

[julessuretries]

Seeing people call Ragatha an "abuser" post episode 5 is actually insane to me because for me, episode 5 singlehandedly sold me on her character, whereas before I was kind of apathetic.

She's not "toxically positive" - she's just got some sort of fawn response given her mommy issues and feels like she needs to be "well-behaved and proper" in order for people to like her.

One of my closest friends from college was exactly like this and it was hard to see them go through the recurring issue of being unable to break past surface-level acquaintanceships with people precisely because they were "too nice". Like, do you know how uncomfortable it is to have to explain to someone they'd probably have an easier time connecting with people if they, just, stopped being overly helpful? It's a really weird conversation to have: like, am I actually encouraging this person to be worse? I kid you not at one point I think I actually said "you'd be better of if you were meaner", but, like, no one else was willing to say it and he was desperate so I guess I had to.

But unfortunately the only person who'd ever be bold enough to do that in the show is Jax (because he's literally already done it) but it's hard for Ragatha, or anyone, for that matter, to take any advice he gives sincerely even if he's kind of right because he's already such a jerk (and might be projecting some of his own mommy issues if we're being honest).

Looking back at the pilot, Ragatha's behavior towards Pomni seems all the more depressing. She literally pounced on the opportunity to befriend Pomni from minute one because newcomers are rare and I imagine she's been lonely for a very long time. Which is why seeing Jax do a better job bonding with Pomni gets under her skin because from her perspective she's put in way more effort and therefore deserves her friendship more. That's obviously a very transactional and problematic way of viewing relationships, but isn't surprising given what we've learned about her upbringing. She's likely been taught that love is something that can be earned with enough effort and is now reaching her limit having to come to terms with that not being the case.

The best things in life come free. Genuine connections have to form naturally. While I'm not totally convinced that Jax is being fully honest in his attempts to befriend Pomni, I do think he understands something that Ragatha doesn't. People want to be friends with people they can relate to and trust. And even if Pomni isn't a jerk like Jax, she at the least can rest assured she's seen the worst of him, whereas Ragatha could reveal her "real self" at any time. It's about taking a calculated risk - even if Ragatha deep down is still a nice person (which I personally think she is), there's no way for anyone else to know that for sure. It's less risky to be friends with people who are more open about their flaws than with someone who feels like they could crack at any moment and you'd have no idea what would spill out.

Ragatha is a really tragic character but also so incredibly real. Unfortunately even if she did decide to be more "genuine" with who she was as a person she'd still have a long journey ahead of her, since I'm not very convinced she even knows who she is.

Wow this episode was good.

“We need more complex female characters”

YALL COULDNT HANDLE HER

It’s crazy that her character flaw is thinking that if she ever expresses a negative emotion everyone will dislike her and yall immediately proved her right. Goddamn.

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Don’t be afraid to try something new, start taking RISKS💡

A big karmic shift is occurring.

Someone important is watching u, and u might get an opportunity soon 😋

If u feel like something or someone is not serving u as u deserve, then consider letting GO.

Some people from ur past are noticing some sort of changes in ur life, INDIGESTABLE!😳

If ya'll have exes.....OBSESSED! Feels like he lost the best thing he ever had 💫 ( lowkey poo behavior )

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A close friend/bestie still gossips behind ur back..JEALOUSY JEALOUSY 💀💀

U are not who u were. 

U are intimidating to the weak 🥵🥵

Inspiring to the silent,

Irresistible to the worthy,

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People might think ur being quiet, distant, or “off” lately, but silence is ur power right now.

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Ur next source of income might come from something spiritual, creative, or healing related 🌸

Don’t overshare, don’t explain. Just MOVE in silence.

Keep up to "I dont chase, I attract" era 😋

U be giving off mysterious, "I don’t owe anyone my energy" vibes to people rn 🔮

Someone suspects ur in love or involved in some love situation or an ex is still LINGERING in ur energy (wow as soon as i thought about it, i channeled that song "mine" by bazzi).

Someone is in damn LOVE with u, is either confused or scared to approach 🫠

*suddenly everyone’s in ur DMs like “you alive?”, but then u launch ur new life and it accidentally goes viral* now they know u are 🤣

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Someone is interested, obsessed, and wants to win u (maybe two people) 👀

*U were listening to music and crying in a towel, ended up accidentally manifesting love* and now you have two crushes fighting for ur attention 💀💀

One who’s bold and romantic, is giving SEXYBACK energy 🔥

People may have assumed u were confused or behind but ur SMARTER than you act and people are finally realizing it 😶

Ur becoming “that girl / guy", entering a stage of financial glow up, self sufficiency, and public recognition.

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Ur in a powerful rebirth, relationship, identity, or some perspective has ended.

Let the past go, someone wants the real DEAL with u 🔥

Major transformation is either underway or just happened, those relationships, jobs, habits, and emotional baggage that no longer serve ur evolution needed or needs to be put down.

A mentor, close friend, colleague or an ally will help you build something sustainable🌻

Expect collaboration, and commitment soon🌟

U already know what you need to know. Stop doubting your intuition 💅🏻

*Someone tries to lie to u and u hit them with a High Priestess STARE that scares their ancestors* 🤣🤣

wait wait also..

U say “I’m done with love” and suddenly 3 people text u out of nowhere. 

One of them is an ex. One of them is married.

One is your SOULMATE in disguise 🫣

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[spenceragnewfics]

A LOVELY LITTLE PARTY | Spencer Agnew x F!Plus Size!Reader

This was a request, but I was stupid and accidentally deleted the ask, so here we go!

Summary: At your best friend’s glamorous summer garden party, you weren’t expecting to meet anyone, especially not Spencer, the charming and down-to-earth gaming channel director. What starts as small talk might just spark something more.

Word count: 1013

Summer has always been a favorite season for you.

You loved the heat, being able to go swimming whenever you wanted, and dressing up in the pretty sundresses you accumulated over the year. There is also always one event that kicks off the summer, your best friend’s annual garden party. Perks of marrying some rich Hollywood producer, but you’re not complaining.

When you arrive, the party is in full swing. You are dressed in a white and floral sundress, and your hair has a bow that matches the floral color. The backyard of your friend’s extravagant villa is full of people, and it grows every year with more people being invited because of her husband’s work and the people she meets.

“Ah! Finally, you’re here!” Your best friend says, quickly walking over with her arms open wide. You two embrace for the first time in months, both of you being busy with life, to hang out more than a FaceTime call every few weeks. “Look at you! I love this dress! You have to tell me where you got it.”

The two of you chit-chat for a few minutes before her husband walks over, a shorter man following behind him, looking very out of place at a party like this. “Honey, there you are.” Her husband says, his voice filled with love as he gently kisses her. Once they break apart, he smiles at you and says your name, “It’s been a while. How have you been?” he asks, pulling your best friend close to him with a protective hand on her hip.

You give him a warm smile. “I’ve been good. Busy, but good. This party gets more insane every year.”

He chuckles. “Blame her. She makes it look too perfect, so everyone wants an invite.” Then, with a small gesture toward the man beside him, he adds, “Speaking of which, I wanted to introduce you to someone, this is Spencer.”

Spencer is dressed in a casual button-down and slacks; his curly hair is somewhat tamed and styled, but the heat probably messed it up. His eyes meet yours and linger, just a moment longer than polite. “Hey,” he says, giving you a slightly shy smile. “Nice to meet you.”

You return the smile, heart doing an unexpected little flutter. “Hi.” You say, not being able to stop smiling.

Your best friend nudges him. “Spencer works in digital comedy. He’s one of the good ones. Funny, smart, too humble for his own good.”

He laughs—really laughs—and it lights up his whole face. “Guilty. I'm a behind-the-scenes guy, so this kind of thing always feels like I snuck into a place I don’t belong.”

“He works with Smosh, remember the channel we used to watch all the time in high school? He’s their head of their gaming channel,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows a bit.

“He’s done amazing work with growing the channel and viewership, from a professional standpoint.” Her husband says as things start to connect. Spencer must be here for a work thing, and you just happen to reap the benefits from it.

“Oh wow, that’s actually really cool,” you say, eyes flicking back to Spencer. “I haven’t watched as much recently, but I used to binge the Smosh Games videos.”

Spencer laughs softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Honestly, same. Except I was editing them back then when you were probably watching.”

You laugh with him, relaxing more. Something is refreshing about him, low-key, self-deprecating, genuine.

“Anyway,” your best friend’s husband says, glancing between the two of you with a not-so-subtle smirk, “I’ve gotta go talk to someone about a project. I’ll let you guys get better acquainted.”

Your best friend doesn’t even pretend not to be matchmaking as she squeezes your arm before being led away. “Be nice,” she whispers with a wink, then disappears into the crowd.

You turn back to Spencer, and for a moment, neither of you says anything. The music floats softly through the garden, and the breeze carries the scent of jasmine and grilled pineapple skewers.

“So…” you begin, “what’s got you at a fancy producer party?”

He shrugs, “his company is looking into investing in some digital media, and so with Smosh being what it is, we’re top of the list. All the different heads of the channels were invited.”

You both glance over at the shimmering pool across the patio, surrounded by floating floral centerpieces and people holding cocktails.

“Well, at least you get fancy food.”

“Yeah,” He pauses, looking at you more fully now. “I just have to say, you look beautiful. Honestly my eye caught you the moment you walked in.”

You blink, caught off guard as your cheeks burn. “What do you mean?”

He gestures vaguely, his hand trailing through the warm air. “The dress, the bow, the way you just… fit here. I mean, not to come off as too forward but your curves look amazing in that dress.”

Your face flushes, and you let out a soft laugh. “That’s very smooth for someone who claimed to be behind the scenes.”

Spencer smiles, a little sheepishly. “That was smoother than I meant it to be, but… not wrong.”

A breeze picks up, and your skirt flutters around your knees. You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, feeling something settle between you, a quiet curiosity, a spark.

“Well,” you say, biting your lip, “what are your plans now? Go back to your co-workers?”

“I was thinking I’d start with finding a plate of whatever smells that good,” he says, nodding toward the catering table. “And, if I’m lucky, someone to sit with.”

You grin. “Lead the way, then.”

As the two of you walk side by side through the crowd, laughter and music all around, Spencer glances over at you again, like he’s still a little surprised you’re really there.

You glance back. A smile on your face that never leaves as long as you're at the party with Spencer. Hoping that maybe you’ll be able to extend this into a date or two sometime later.

[demie90s]

Reader and Angel were each other’s first love in college but broke up when Angel went pro. Years later, they run into each other at a charity event—both successful, both changed, both still clearly hurting. Angel pulls reader aside and quietly asks, “Do you ever regret walking away… or just regret that I let you?” The spark’s still there, but so is the pain.

History

Angel Reese x Fem!Reader

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Summary: Years after their quiet, painful breakup, Angel and you reunite at a charity event. Both have grown. Both have healed—somewhat. But the spark never left, and neither did the ache.

Word Count: ~ 1.2k

Genre: Second chance, angst, slow burn, emotional tension

Warnings: emotional intimacy, bittersweet memories, slow pacing

I hadn’t seen her in almost three years, but I knew that frame the second she walked in.

Long legs, chin high, diamond necklace catching the light as she laughed—her whole presence still magnetic like I remembered.

Angel Reese, number five on the court, number one in every headline. But before all that, she was just my girl. My first love. My everything.

I watched from across the room, pretending to sip from my champagne flute as she made her rounds. She looked happy. Or at least… she looked like someone who knew how to wear happiness well.

The kind that was curated, practiced, press-trained. I’d studied that kind of polish in the industry for years now—working with models, artists, walking egos and broken girls alike. I knew what hiding in plain sight looked like. And maybe I was projecting. But when her eyes finally met mine, the way they widened told me she saw it too.

Neither of us moved at first. Just… staring. The kind of stare you feel in your ribs. The kind that makes your throat close. She took a slow breath. So did I. Then, almost cautiously, she started walking toward me.

God, she was beautiful.

“Wow,” she said, the word leaving her lips like it had weight. Her voice was lower now. More control in it. But still Angel. “You look… damn.”

I laughed before I could stop it, nervous and quiet. “You too,” I managed, still clutching the stem of my glass too tightly. “I—how are you?”

She didn’t answer right away. She tilted her head like she was still trying to believe I was real. “Been busy,” she said. “Chicago… media, playoffs. You know how it is.”

I nodded. “Yeah. I’ve seen.”

“You’ve been doing your thing too,” she added quickly, almost like she didn’t want to give me a chance to humble it down. “I saw your Vogue feature. That shoot with Anok and Zaya? That was fire. I was like—‘She really out here changing the game.’”

That made me smile for real. She still remembered the way to say things that hit my chest first. “Thank you,” I said softly. “It means a lot. Coming from you.”

The room felt too loud. Too hot. People buzzed past us—publicists, stylists, agents, fake friends in heels. But it was like a silent current pulled just the two of us to the side. Somewhere quieter. Away from the clinking of glasses and curated laughter. Angel didn’t ask. She just walked, and I followed. Because I always did.

We ended up outside on a terrace. Just city air, warm lights, and that hum between us.

“I didn’t know you’d be here,” she said, leaning on the stone railing. Her nails tapped lightly against the edge. “I wouldn’t have come if I’d known.”

That stung a little. “Damn. That bad?”

She sighed, shaking her head. “No, I just—I wouldn’t have known what to do.”

I stepped beside her. Not too close. But not far. “You still don’t,” I whispered.

She looked at me then. Really looked. Like I’d peeled something back without warning. “You think about it?” she asked. “Us?”

My heart kicked. I tried not to let it show. “I don’t stop.”

Angel looked down for a second, jaw flexing, like she was biting back years. When she finally spoke, her voice was almost raw. “Do you ever regret walking away… or just regret that I let you?”

I didn’t have a good answer. Because neither of us had walked, not really. Life just… moved. Faster than we expected. She went pro. I stayed back, focused on my grind, told myself I’d catch up later. But later kept slipping away.

“I regret everything we didn’t say,” I admitted. “I regret that we let silence win.”

Angel nodded slowly, eyes wet but unreadable. “I used to replay our mornings. That little corner cafe you loved. The way you’d hum when you were picking out outfits. I’d play whole conversations in my head when I couldn’t sleep.”

“I thought I was the only one.”

She laughed under her breath, but it cracked in the middle. “You weren’t.”

A long beat passed. The kind that stretches time, lets you sit inside it.

I turned to face her fully. “So what now?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “I’m scared. I’ve been scared. We both got big lives now. People watching. Pressure. Schedules. I can’t do another heartbreak. Not like that.”

“Me either.”

“But,” she said, stepping just a little closer. “You still make me feel like I’m nineteen and nothing else matters.” That broke something soft in me.

“You wanna be honest?” I said, voice barely above a whisper. “You still make me feel like home.”

She just stood there, looking like everything I wanted and everything I was afraid of. I didn’t reach for her either. Not yet. But we were here. Finally. And maybe that was enough for now.

We weren’t healed. We weren’t whole. But we were still us. Somehow, after all this time… that still meant something.

We didn’t rush it. Even though every part of me wanted to.

I could’ve kissed her right there on that terrace. Could’ve said come home with me, and I know she would’ve. Hell, she might’ve said it first. But something about the way we looked at each other—that long, loaded silence—said don’t ruin it this time.

Instead, we just stood there, shoulder to shoulder, letting the air carry the weight of what we didn’t say out loud.

“I don’t want to mess this up,” she said finally, voice low like a secret. “Not again.”

“You’re not the only one scared,” I admitted. “I think I’m still holding my breath from the last time.”

She turned to me slowly, a small smile pulling at the corner of her lips. “So what if we take our time? Not fall into it. Build it. Like something we earned.”

I nodded. “Like a story we write on purpose.”

Her pinky brushed mine. Just that. A soft, accidental-almost-intentional touch. But I felt it everywhere.

It was crazy—how something that once felt like a wildfire now felt more like a candle we were both protecting from the wind.

Not because the fire wasn’t there. But because we knew how hard it had been to relight it.

“I still love you,” Angel said quietly. “I never stopped. I just… stopped saying it out loud.”

I didn’t freak. Just looked her in the eye, chest warm and eyes tired from missing her for too long.

“I know,” I whispered. “Me too.” Maybe that was the beginning. Not a second chance, not really. More like the first real one.

The one where we weren’t kids trying to hold onto something too big for our hands. Now we had the hands. And the hearts. And the lessons.

So we walked back into the event like nothing had changed. But everything had. No one else knew it but us.

We didn’t kiss that night. We didn’t sleep together. We just texted when we got home. Called the next day. Saw each other that weekend.

And slowly—deliberately—we let the fairytale unfold. This time, page by page.Like the kind of love you only get once,

if you’re lucky enough to find it again.

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[cooking-with-hailstones]

Murderbot 1x08 commentary

Literally so much happened. What the actual fuck. Wow. I have so many feelings. I'm literally about to rewatch the episode and I'll write down my thoughts as I go (obv spoilers under the cut here.)

WOOHOO ANOTHER SANCTUARY MOON COLD OPEN

They are really hamming it up with this whole thing, with the Navbot being a Secunit stand in that Secunit will never ever admit its projecting onto. The whole thing about not trusting a reconditioned unit? The "machine" monologue?? "When you inducted me into this hideous religion called love, you took away the only human who has ever shown me kindness" - I wonder if we're going to get a callback to this scene and if it's going to fuck me the fuck up. Great job Dewanda Wise.

(Now, I am not 100% sold on this because we know Secunit likes escapism, buuut also we know Secunit is a very unreliable narrator, and perhaps its watching this entirely going "haha, wow, so wild and unrealistic. How do humans come up with all these crazy ideas?? Anyways I'm gonna rewatch this scene with the navbot for the 168th time. For no reason.")

Mensah jokingly calling secunit seccy did melt me a little bit SORRYyy

Ratthi, never change. (Except do change. Please. Secunit is going to be very sad if you don't develop slightly more of a sense of self preservation)

HELL YEAH It's Graycris namedrop time! We seem to be setting up the same conclusion as ASR, so this is gonna be fun!!

Murderbot's little snort is so endearing.

Gurathin: "this is how it started" about surgical painkillers? WOW.

GOD. This entire scene... going to be chewing on this for MONTHS.

A while ago I said that this show delights in doing double dutch with campy comedy and heart-wrenching drama. This scene is now the crux of my hypothesis (along with watching SM with Mensah, and singing at the GC secunit)

It's not an episode of murderbot if there's not a teensy bit of body horror! :D

What a day for every single person who enjoys murderathin bondage and feed exchanges (SOMEONE in that writers room has read Enemies, Closer)

"I didn't see it on Sanctuary moon. I saw it on MedCentreArgala" LMAO SCREAMING

Uh.

Uhmm

"Why can't you love me back" OKAY WHAT. SKARSGARD I LOVE YOU FOREVER FOR THE WAY YOU DELIVERED THAT I'M GOING TO CHEW ON THAT FOREVER. God Mensah's faaaace!!!! (also the visual of her dancing? looking generally beautiful? SO lovely)

"Did I just say something?" "NO YOU DIDN'T"

"One moment" OH SHIT OH FUCK OH SHIT OH DAMN!!

Gurathin crying while looking at the footage... I am... wow. Once again hats fucking off to Dastmalchian and Skarsgard.

Muderbot looks so fucking scared and hurt!!! "Don't. Don't!! DON'T!!!" HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE NORMAL AFTER THIS???

Desperately grasping at straws to explain everything. "It could have been an implanted memory, or, or someone... maybe there was a combat override module involved."

"Yes. Maybe." GOD. FUCK. IT REALLY BELIEVES THAT. IT IS SO FUCKING SCARED OF ITSELF

AMANDA JONES you are amazing. The music in this episode is superb.

I'm not gonna say anything more about this scene. I am going to rewatch it a bajillion times though. You should go watch it too.

Woohoo exposition about alien remnants, Graycris, the Company, etc. First time we get Mensah as planetary leader officially mentioned! Honestly, that was A LOT of exposition, and they did that very effectively. High five, writers!

"It is not! your pet!" Mensah!!! I fucking screamed!!! Thank you for saying it!!!

(A little thing I noticed later: after Mensah yells at him, the camera lingers on Ratthi looking at little forlorn and then while everyone's talking about GrayCris, Mensah walks over to him and lightly touches his arm in reassurance. Just a nice character building moment!)

Again, Amanda Jones. I love you, I am metaphorically kissing you. You're amazing.

Hmm, woweee murderbot, your favourite episodes of Sanctuary Moon all center around constructs and the nature of personhood?

. Which could mean nothing. Of course.

"I HAVE A PLAN!!"

...

"I have a... plan..?"

"Fuck"

Cue me, dying.

OVERALL:

I mean, I've rewatched all the murderbot episodes at least once, but this is the only one I've rewatched immediately upon finishing. This is so good, I am having so much fun and also legitimately moved. Alexander and David, you both made me tear up during The Scene. Fuck it. I'm gonna go watch it again right now!!!

OKAY and a few critiques:

I am legit unsure of how I feel about them making Sanctuary moon so... not escapist? Like I know they've been very intentionally using SM as some exposition for MB but this felt too on-the-nose. (Idk, because I also totally get it from a TV standpoint because scenes from this show is the only way to actually show the audience what Murderbot is feeling (it sure as hell won't share that itself). Also there's no point in doing all the work (and $$$ spent) that they've done for SM for it not to be advancing the plot. Okay I think I've talked myself out of this critique. CONCESSION GRANTED TO THE REQUIREMENTS OF DIFFERENT MEDIA)

The skill gap between different members of the cast continues to grow more and more apparent. I'M SORRY they are all doing their best but their bests are... different bests. MUCH LOVE TO ALL OF THEM I ENJOY THEM ALL But Alexander, David, Noma and Tamara are kind of blowing the throuple out of the water.

And another awkward Throuple scene. Okay. It was sweet and kinda funny, but feels very tonally out of place.

"The rogue secunit who betrayed its clients!" aight, writers, come on now. Don't make me retract my earlier high five. This just feels like you're trying to bait the tv audience and irritate the book audience.

[kuncitizen]

Thinking about Nerd!Gojo sitting behind his geeky little science project like a kicked puppy in a hoodie two sizes too big, shoulders slumped as he watches person after person walk right past his stall without so much as a glance.

His glasses are slightly crooked, one leg bouncing nervously beneath the table, right hand fidgeting with a clicky pen that’s already half-snapped.

You definitely didn’t come here for this.

The science fair was mostly a glorified excuse to leave your dorm before your roommate subjected you to another hour of screaming about her situationship and eating spicy ramen on your bed.

But now you’re looking at this tall, awkward boy who looks like he’s slowly evaporating from the lack of social interaction.

His display is brilliant. There are twinkling little lights in a model solar system, and a bunch of laminated diagrams with handwritten notes in tight, slanted print. But people just stroll by like they’re allergic to effort.

And honestly, you weren’t planning to care. Not until his eyes snap up to yours.

A shade of gorgeous, bright, glassy blue. They widen behind silver-rimmed glasses, a blink of disbelief before a hopeful sort of brightness takes over his whole face.

You slow down. Because who wouldn't after seeing that look on his face?

"Hi," you say casually, hands in your pockets.

His mouth falls open for a second, like his brain blue-screened.

“Hi! Oh—uh—welcome to my project,” he blurts, scrambling upright so fast he nearly knocks over one of the solar system models. “Sorry. Sorry. Just—hi. Are you into Astrophysics?”

You glance at the fancy title printed in bold across his poster:

Gravitational Time Dilation: A Simulation-Based Study.

“I mean, i like the stars. And Interstellar was cool?”

He laughs. It's a breathy, half-disbelieving kind of chuckle, and suddenly his whole face lights up.

“That totally counts,” he says, nodding way too seriously. “Okay, uh, here—this part represents the gravitational curvature caused by massive objects. Which means time actually bends near a black hole.”

He fumbles around and presses a button. A tiny motor kicks in and one of the models starts to slowly spin, simulating gravitational lensing.

You nod, even though you’re pretty sure you understood maybe two of the five words he said. “I thought that the whole time bending thing was, like, a metaphor or something.”

“Nooo, it’s absolutely real! I mean, not the fifth-dimension bookshelf stuff, but the time dilation is legit,” he says, practically vibrating now, fingers tapping the side of the model. “Like if you parked a spaceship near a black hole and then came back, your friends would be, like, old. Or dead. Probably dead. It’s kinda depressing, actually.”

You bite back a smile at how excited he is. “Wow. That’s… morbidly romantic.”

He pauses.

Then clears his throat, pushing his glasses up. “I mean, dying alone in space is kinda poetic.”

You laugh.

He laughs too, a little too hard, and then suddenly looks panicked like—shit, was that weird?

But you’re not weirded out, not even close.

“Sure. Although full disclosure, I don’t know batshit about space.”

“That’s okay,” he says quickly, smiling as if that’s the best news he’s heard all day. “I can explain. I love explaining. Ask me anything.”

So you ask more questions, even the dumb ones. Especially the dumb ones. And to your surprise, he never talks down to you.

Satoru stumbles over his words sometimes, but not once seems to mind your follow-up questions, even when you mix up neutron stars and nimbus clouds. He just keeps going, like he’s been waiting his whole life for someone to stand here and just listen.

You aren’t even trying to flirt, but he’s so damn earnest it sort of feels like flirting anyway.

Eventually, you glance at the time and sigh. “I should get going. My dormmate’s probably wondering if I got abducted by aliens.”

He deflates instantly, like someone popped his internal helium tank. “Oh… that makes sense. Thanks for stopping by.”

You’re just about to step away, offering him a small smile and a soft “This was fun,” when his eyes flick downward.

“Wait— is that the Chang textbook?” he asks, squinting like he’s not trying to memorize every title on your book cover.

You pause and glance down at the heavy thing tucked under your arm. “Yeah, it’s for Chem 203.”

He perks up instantly, like a plant finally getting sunlight. “You’re in Chem 203?”

“I mostly sit at the back and doodle in the margins,” you say, shifting the book in your arms. “And my grades are hanging on by a single valence electron.”

He laughs. “I’m in that class too! I usually sit near the front—uh, big glasses, white hair, probably looked like I was possessed or something.”

You tilt your head, the realisation hitting you finally. “Wait. That’s you? I thought you were just some intense TA.”

“No, unfortunately. Just me.”

He scratches the back of his neck, sheepish now, eyes flicking to the floor for a beat before he tries to play it cool. “I mean, I guess if you need some help with chem—I’d be happy to assist. We could go over some things together, if you’re okay with... that.”

You pretend to consider it. “Hmm. Do you charge by the hour, or is this a discount situation?”

He blinks. “I mean, I can give you, like, the friend rate? If we’re friends? Or not. I didn’t mean to assume—”

“Relax, Einstein.” You laugh, shifting your grip on the book. “I’d love the help.”

You start rummaging through your pockets, half-distracted.

“Hang on—need something to write with. Gimme your number.”

There’s a beat of stunned silence.

“...My number?” he echoes, like you just asked him for a kidney.

“Yes, your number.” you say slowly, enunciating each syllable. “You know, the ten digits? For modern communication.”

“Right! Totally. I can—uh—yeah, I can give you that. Lemme just—” he pats himself down like a man on fire, checking every pocket, flipping his notebook, looking under the table like maybe a post-it note will crawl out and offer itself up.

“It’s fine,” you chuckle, amused by the sight. “You can just write it on my hand.”

He freezes mid-motion, slowly turning to you like you just offered him your soul.

“Your hand?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Unless that’s too weird for you. I guess you don’t want me to have it—”

“No! No, no, I do! I mean—I can do that.” he stammers, already reaching for his sharpie again.

You smile and extend your hand for him, palm open.

He swallows hard, before reaching out.

Gojo's fingers wrap gently around your wrist, warm and a little shaky, as he steadies your hand in his. His thumb grazes across your skin as he lines the pen up, then exhales softly like he’s trying not to freak out over the fact that he is touching a girl and she is not recoiling. In fact, you’re smiling.

“There,” he says quietly, fingers unwrapping from your wrist slowly.

You glance at it, then back at him. “What if it washes off?”

His eyes widen. “Wait—should I—? Do you want me to—?”

You shrug, smiling. “Guess you’ll have to pick a permanent marker next time.”

His laugh is boyish, ridiculously fond. “I guess so.”

You step back, tucking your arm against your chest. “Thanks, space boy. I'll text you later.”

You start to walk away, but something makes you turn to glance back once. He’s still watching you, dazed, the heat still clinging to his cheeks, ears tinged slightly red.

You shoot him a wink.

He nearly falls off the stool.

A/N: Comment 'Nerdjo 👅' of you'd like to see a full-length oneshot for this. Also, apologies if I went too geeky on the physics, have to use my degree somewhere.

Credit for the beautiful divider: @kodaswrld

[zepskies]

Oh my God wow, thank you so much, friend!! 🥹 It's amazing to me that you set aside the time not just to listen to this, but to have so much thoughtful feedback to share about it! 💕

This was my very first time hearing your voice, and I feel the need to point out what a pleasant voice you have, Alex! And I do mean this in the most sincere way, coming from someone who can be very very picky about what voices to listen to. I know this wasn't the point of the podcast, but I had to let you know :)

ehehe omg thank you!!! 🥰 I used to hate my own voice in recordings, so that makes me feel better. 😂

That's such an amazing compliment!! 😭 You know I try my best to get the characters' voices and mannerisms right, especially Dean because he's living in my heart for such a long time. I tried really hard in Smoke Eater too because that was my first full AU story ever.

ahhhhhh I loved Yellowstone!! Haha I think the reason I didn't go that route is because I didn't want to outright copy the show, but maybe now that I've finished watching it I'll come back to the idea of a modern cowboy AU for Dean.

Awww I love that, of course you're included!!! 💗💗

First of all, I found it very interesting that despite your own heritage, you grew up with a white reader in mind. Just goes to show how predominantly a white person is and has been the main character in so much of media that that's what your brain defaulted to.

yuuuup, that's what it was. Plus in school I was always the minority, especially because the families that went to my school were much wealthier than mine.

I also thought your discussion about what makes an OC an OC and where a reader insert stops being a reader insert suuuper interesting. Because that's a genuine question! Where does a blank slate stop being a blank slate, and how much character do you have to give to the reader role in a reader insert fic for the story still to work, right? I loved to hear your take on it, especially where you said that writing reader inserts is basically like writing OCs without giving them a name. - I had never thought about it that way! But of course, you're right. Because a reader that is an active participant in a story can't be a completely blank slate. They have to be assigned certain traits, not necessarily body-wise but character wise - if you're doing more than a drabble, imo. For there to be dialogue and a story that feels full, that feels alive, the reader has to have some sort of character to be a character.

Oooh thank you! Exactly! I know people tend to think of "reader" as a blank slate. But that only works for a drabble imo. Even in a longer one-shot, let alone a series, that blank slate is just a flat character with no personality, like in an otome game or something lol. Ultimately I get frustrated reading those characters, so I prefer to write and read reader characters that make active decisions in the story and have a personality, even if it's not "what I would do." Because even when I'm writing a reader character, she might have aspects of "me," but overall she's usually not me. She's a character, whether I give her a name or a physical description or not.

Which brings me to my next point: projectability is always a thing of perspective and the ability to put yourself into someone's shoes. As far as fanfiction goes, the reader insert genre tries to make that as easy as possible by offering a mostly blank slate (that is very often white-coded, unfortunately, but that's not the point I'm trying to make in this paragraph). I have seen people complain more than once about the character!reader being unrelatable because of certain character traits and/or backstories that were assigned to them, and I wonder: people, where has your media literacy gone? Do they not teach to adapt to a person's perspective via literature in schools anymore? Must all media cater exactly to your every taste, down to each very nuance?

Yeah, it's often white-coded because white writers aren't typically thinking of other races/ethnicities, even when they write a "reader" character. 😅 Also why sometimes those reader characters are very not relatable to me on how they speak and act lol. (Though this could also be because there are a lot of younger writers out here now, so that could be more related to age and maturity.)

I've def seen those posts that have readers complaining lol. I also think that's the case of people who are either young or not used to reading normal books, just fanfiction. Because 2nd person in the literary world is actually really rare. I try to make my stories and reader characters compelling, but I wonder if my stuff actually appeals to the younger demo of readers now (early 20s and younger).

I love how you give personality to your reader characters, Alex. Especially when it comes to your own representation. You said in the podcast that you were worried about how the traits you assigned to your reader in the Midnight Espresso-verse would be received by your audience and that you received great feedback. I want to reiterate that by saying how despite myself not having the same background as you, I could absolutely relate to the plus-size aspect of the reader, as well as her love for cooking. You said it so beautifully in the podcast, that this version of the reader is one that came from the intent of Dean having a (Latino) girlfriend that nurtured him in the same way he nurtures the people around him, and I fully 100% could relate to that as well :) Which might be my very complicated and long way of saying: Please do not worry about how much the reader can adapt to the traits you're giving to the character!reader. If most character!readers have been predominantly white for the longest time and so so many people that where not white made it work, then so can we white folks when we are given a reader that does not fit all of "our" typical criteria.

I appreciate you so much for this! 🥹🥹 Yes overall I've gotten way more encouraging and fun feedback than I ever expected for the Midnight Espresso-verse, certainly for that first story. I came at it with the thought that some women would relate to the plus-sized aspects, while other Latinas might enjoy the ethnic representation. And non-Latinos could maybe enjoy exploring a different culture if they wanted to dive in. I'm really grateful that you did!! 💕 And yeah that mutual "nurturing" aspect with her and Dean was 100% my favorite part about creating their relationship. 🥰

Yeah, honestly even if she's more OC than reader at this point, I don't really mind. I've loved writing every story in the ME-verse. Of course I've gotten a lot of wonderful responses from other Latinos on that series, but overall it's been my non-Latino friends who have supported me the most on that series. 💓💓

It made me very happy to hear that you're seeing more and more diversity within the SPN fandom these days. I've spent most of my time in the PPCU fandom this past year and all across it, but specifically in the Joel Miller fandom, there have been too many racist instances. It's great to hear that it's going better in other fandoms!

omg really? How so racist? That's so icky, especially for Pedro and his characters since he's such a sweetheart and very open about the joys and struggles of being a Latino and an immigrant in Hollywood 😭

Which brings me to my next point - the anon request you got that led you to writing Unravel Me 👀 Wow. I haven't read it yet. It was on my TBR list anyway, but hearing you talk about how it came to be and how much thought you put into it (understandably so) it's now an absolute must-read for me. (Sort of unrelated but still related: I've seen your playlist covers for the story, and - wow??? A masterpiece??? Visually, I mean?! The EFFORT. I'll be speaking about this in a second, but I needed to mention it now in case I forget! Gorgeous!)

Aw thank you so much for putting it on your TBR! 🥰 Even though I'm not 100% sure it was ready to be posted, I've done my best, even knowing it was going to be so niche that not a lot of people would likely read it lol. Honestly that's part of why I created those playlist covers -- to try and hook people with the visuals to get them to read the series. 🤣🤣

Though I did do playlist covers for Break Me Down (Soldier Boy x Reader), Lost on You (Soldier Boy x Supe!Reader), and Between the City & the Stars (1940s!Dean x Reader). I just love playing with that template. 😆 But also the music playlist for Unravel Me was so fun to put together, I knew I wanted to create those posters for Side A and B. It's really just a bonus if they manage to hook people and get them excited for the next part of the series. 🥰💜💙❤️

Another point that had me thinking a lot was the question about how much of an immigrant's identity should be kept and how much should be adapted to the country they've moved to also captivated me. I know US politics in regards to immigrants are ""problematic"" atm to say the least, and it's been a widely discussed topic over here in Germany for years now as well, especially with the heavy influx of immigrants over the past years. I can't imagine how complicated it must be, figuring out a sense of self that both fits to where you live and still keeps the core parts of who you are and were before coming to said country.

Oh God, yeah. It's always been a hot-button issue in the U.S., but especially now of course. Interesting that Germany has seen a big influx in immigration too. But yeah, I really dove into studying that aspect of being bicultural when I started reading short stories by Sandra Cisneros in high school and college. She's Mexican American and her works explore, through her characters, the nature of “los intersticios (the cracks)”—those spaces between the different "worlds" she lives in for being bicultural—all in effort to figure out her own inner identity.  

It is complicated. It's affected my own sense of self, my relationships within my own family, let alone friends, etc. And everyone's layers are different, whether they're a first, second, or third generation immigrant family.

I want to wrap this up by saying how incredibly impressed I am every single time I hear/read about how you prep for your stories. I think you are by far the most in-depth fanfiction writer that I know. You put so much research into it, and not just for The Honorable Choice, but everything you put out. I'm struggling to find the correct words to properly express how admiring I find it, especially for a story like The Honorable Choice where you take on the perspective of someone of a different ethnic background than you.

Wow, thank you so much, friend. 🥹🥹 The Honorable Choice was such a fun passion project, and scary too! lol I'm a nerd who genuinely loves the research, especially bc I love history. But it was also because I respect the cultures of Native Americans too much to get it wrong. I did my best to represent the Lakota tribe in the late 1800s to the best of my ability while still giving an entertaining love story, so hopefully it was authentic. 💗

You are an inspiration, Alex. Truly. Thank you for welcoming me into the writing space when I came back. Thank you for answering every question I had, and thank you for the work you put into all of your stories. To you, to your talent, your inspiration and work ethic, and to many more stories to come! 🩵

You've literally made my entire week so much brighter and are making me blush, lovely!! If I could be any small support to you then I'm so glad to hear it. 💕 People did the same for me when I started my blog over here, and I'm actually really excited to share a (hopefully) fun writing event soon with you guys!!

Racial & Ethnic Representation in Fanfiction

[🎙️ Podcast Interview]

Hey, friends! Sandra and Kasey, the lovely hosts of @idlingintheimpalapodcast — the podcast for all things SPN and fanfiction — invited me back on the pod for an interview on a topic that's very close to my heart…

With @rubyvhs, we talked about the fun moments and challenges about reading and writing fanfiction that represents specific racial and ethnic cultures, being bicultural/multicultural, the immigrant experience, and much more.

I offered my own experience as a Latina POC writing in the fandom space, specifically Supernatural and The Boys (and adjacent Jackles fandoms).

Check it out here: ⤵️

Interview Timestamps –

(Plus fic recs, SPN writer/reader shoutouts, and more! Links to all the fics we mentioned are at each time stamp.)

2:54 – When did you start writing fanfiction, and when did you join SPN fandom?

⟡ You can check out my first author interview with Sandra and Kasey over here. We chatted about Dean Winchester and Jensen Ackles’ early roles, the best and worst seasons of SPN, the joys and pains of writing Soldier Boy, and much, much more. For all the timestamps of key moments, fic recs, and SPN writer shoutouts, see this post (you'll find the link to the video there too).

6:18 – What is your ethnic, racial, and cultural background? (And how me and Sandra bond over “food and family” ties between Hispanics/Latinos and Italians.)

13:05 – The immigrant experience in America, what you take with you from the “Motherland,” the struggles of bicultural identity, my personal experience being a second-generation child of an immigrant family, and Sandra’s experience as a first-generation child of Italian immigrants.

16:58 – What do you look for when you’re reading fanfiction? (Canon-compliant, AU, romance, etc.) Does the length of a story matter?

19:52 – Bonus: The merits of drabble writing vs. long-fic writing.

25:54 – Have you ever actively searched for fanfiction that represented your ethnicity? (Whenever I do, it’s like finding gold.) Plus, the challenge of writing reader characters, the “gray area” of writing reader characters like OCs.

32:38 – The inherent “bias” of reading and writing reader characters as White. The concept of diversity being “cool” in popular media, TV shows, and movies is still pretty new.

36:36 – Why I started writing reader characters that might have a specific body type, race, and/or ethnicity.

Examples:

⟡ Midnight Espresso – Dean Winchester x Plus-size Latina!Reader

⟡ If I Stay – Dean Winchester x Plus-size!Reader

⟡ 10 ‘Til Midnight – Professor!Dean Winchester x Plus-size Grad Student!Reader

⟡ Unravel Me – Soldier Boy x Afro-Latina!Reader

⟡ The Honorable Choice & Outlander – Cowboy!Dean Winchester x OFC

40:14 – The fun challenges: like giving Dean a partner who takes care of him as much as he takes care of others in Midnight Espresso.

45:28 – The BIG challenges: like writing Soldier Boy being himself with a “person of color” (POC) in this new series, Unravel Me. What even is a POC? Where do you start with Soldier Boy, the Sandra-proclaimed “bowl of fishhooks?"

51:38 – Is there ever an element of fear when you publicly post a story that represents your culture, which is something very personal to you? What happens when you get haters in the comments?

1:05:33 – When and how did you begin to break out of the “ingrained biases” in your writing? (AKA: Always assuming my own characters are White.)

1:08:04 – When did you decide to explore writing plus-size!readers?

1:13:20 – What has your experience been in writing a race/culture outside of your personal experience? The Honorable Choice and Outlander, a western AU where Dean Winchester falls in love with a Native American Lakota Indian. (Shoutout to @jacklesversebingo!)

Plus, the ethical responsibility to “do no harm” when you represent different cultures, and answering question of not only can I write this, but should I write this?

1:32:42 – What advice would you give a writer interested in writing about a culture outside of their own that they don’t have first-hand knowledge of? How can a writer avoid cultural appropriation if their goal is cultural appreciation? How important is a sensitivity reader/beta reader for this effort?

1:40:35 – Final thoughts on diversity and representation of culture in fanfiction, whether it’s your own or someone else’s:

“Write what you know. Write what you can research. Write what you’re interested in. Remember that words have power, so be careful how you use them.”

1:45:30 – Sandra and Kasey’s outro: The importance of representation and diversity in fandom.

I hope you enjoy the ride!~ 💜

💗💗💗 Shoutouts to some of my beautiful friends and lovely readers who've supported my attempts to explore ethnic and cultural diversity in my writing:

@luci-in-trenchcoats @lamentationsofalonelypotato @waynes-multiverse @rizlowwritessortof @roseblue373

@tofics @deanwinchesterswitch @deanbrainrotwritings @deansbbyx @waywardlatina

@supernotnatural2005 @wayward-dreamer @spnwoman @waywardxwords @mostlymarvelgirl

@chevroletdean (shoutout to your 500 follower fic challenge at around 19:52 😘) @siampie @bettystonewell @wvffles

@iprobablyshipit91 @my-stories-vault @littlesoulshine @thatonewriter15 @jessjad

@deans-spinster-witch @winchestergirl2 @kazsrm67 @chernayawidow @jackles010378

@jollyhunter @leigh70 @foxyjwls007 @beakaleak32 @alwaystiredandconfused

[valjolras]

Every Valjolras Moment in The Brick

i'm back full force on my valjean x enjolras nonsense. i will die on this hill. this post references the translation available on project gutenberg. we have a grand total of 3 interactions in the brick that i will be reviewing chronologically below the cut!

1. JVJ arrives at the barricade

iconic moment. love how metal jvj is without saying a thing. like yeah saving the day nbd! and enjolras immediately being impressed like wow... our hero... kya...

2. Mattress Cutting Scene

this was quite funny to me when i read it because only enjolras is described by hugo to have a double barrelled rifle so when jvj asks for one its like. Who Has This Hyperspecific Tool That I Require? and enjolras is like you wont believe this... meeeee :3

2.5. Mattress Scene Cont.

enjolras is just so smitten here

3. Javert Passover

this is pretty self explanatory. valjolras in canon is entirely contained on the barricade but their thematic compatibility makes their little moments so dear to me!! maybe i'll get around to posting my thoughts on them one day

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy one year anniversary to In Stars and Time!

[newttxt]

and thats a wrapppppppp!!

from the 10th and final chapter of utilities included

masterpost

[hydeposting]

J&H is such a good story on self destructing while making sure no one can interfere until the damage is too much to come back from. You let yourself go and go and go until you have nothing left apart from that vial of cyanide and people you loved breaking down your door out of hatred and unrecognition for you.

You let what you shouldn’t have slip outside of you take charge of your being in a way so authentic it’s almost inhuman, too base to be considered an action taken by man. You think you’re freeing yourself but you’re really just breaking out of your cage by digging yourself down.

Alternatively:

[derpycatsu]

opened my 3ds for the first time in months and continued my pokemon Y game and well. i havent really put it down. so here are some sycamores :) i think he is very cute

[normieauaskblog]

Autistic meltdown

Yeah this is the post this week lol

Just a shitty doodle

Its just edd having an autistic meltdown because err hashtag relatable

[gaydexvocaloid]

sanrio an kinda redesign drawn with lasso tool ^_^

[azzymaxxing]

IFUCKING WIN

[spaciebabie]

see i absolutely despise jimmy (and curly) as a character(s) but as a literary freak i can appreciate the way hes used as a story device with his relationship to curly. i could type this more eloquently but currently ive had a glass of champagne and i havent drank in like 6 months so my tolerance is low so forgive my writing but. jimmy cannibalizing curly. yeah.

theres multiple messages here, theres the message that jimmy is doing what curly (assumedly) did to get into his position and, employing another metaphor, taking the "dog eat dog world" saying to heart. and literally. devouring his competition. or maybe curly didnt do that. and thats what jimmy thinks curly did and so he aims to do the same. choose whichever one you like more they're both interesting storywise.

theres the message where jimmy "consumes" curly in some twisted expression of love. devouring curly so that he remains a part of him, an expression that he is the gold star captain and something to aspire to. admiration for something he'll never be and so he chooses to consume him in order to potentially absorb some of his skill or become more like him.

and then there is curly sitting there helplessly being devoured. its something he has no say in, not something that he chose to happen to him, its something hes become swept up in. he becomes devoured by jimmy in the literal sense of cannibalism, but also in the sense that he became so absorbed in his friendship w/jimmy he ignored his wrongdoings and ultimately led to anya's assault as well as the death of the whole crew.

curly and jimmy intertwined so that one is always consumed by the other. curly in a literal sense, jimmy in a more psychological one. i mean like its really quite crazy they did the "im consumed with thoughts about this guy and want to be him so i must literally consume him" thing quite well. when examining mouthwashing's narrative you find new things to admire every time. each little story element has a place in creating a wonderfully complex and heartbreaking story. its very well done and honestly something to aspire to from the perspective of someone who enjoys studying/writing literature.

all of this is to say i think that there should be more art of jimmy covered in blood and engaging in this cannibalism like the stupid little leech he is