#Jack and spot have a history (of fucking)

[gracetrack-higgins]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Newsies - All Media Types, Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken, Newsies: The Broadway Musical! (2017) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Spot Conlon/Racetrack Higgins Characters: Spot Conlon, Racetrack Higgins, Jack Kelly (Newsies) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - The Little Mermaid (Disney Movies) Fusion, yes this is a little mermaid au because i hyperfixated too hard on the live action movie, spot is prince eric, race is ariel, jack is grimsby which is very funny to me personally, spot's kingdom is a little Caribbean coastal situation like the live action movie, for all intents and purposes king triton and ursula are the same, Mermaids, The little mermaid - Freeform, Disney References Series: Part 1 of The Little Mermaid Summary:

race is a mer-prince who aches to be human. spot is a human prince who longs to explore the sea. (it's a little mermaid au. you get it. it's gay. it's fantasy. it's disney. go nuts.)

[quickestgold]

Goodbye, My Lover | Part 3 | The Pitt

Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x Dr. (Ex-Mil)!Reader x Dr. Michael 'Robby' Robinavitch

Chapter 3: I Forgive You

Synopsis: When you're rushed into the ER with critical injuries, Robby and Jack find themselves in a desperate battle to save the woman they still love. Amidst the chaos, the line between professional duty and personal history blurs.

Warnings: Age gap is around 18 years. This series deals with some heavy themes around a physical attack, death, grief, ptsd, panic attacks, s*icidal tendencies, heartbreak >>> comfort at the end, I promise

Word count: 1222

A/n: Here it is,,, the chapter where what happened is finally revealed. Fyi, the physical attack isn't detailed, but the treatment of the injuries is pretty graphic, so take care if that isn't your kind of thing besties

Previous Chapter (2): Please Forgive Me | Next Chapter (4): Thank You

“Please forgive me”, Jack’s words echo in your ears. You’re still on the pavement, the three of you in an intimate, fragile circle.

You didn’t realize how much guilt Jack still carried with him.

It wasn’t his fault.

“What do you mean, Jack?” Your voice soothing.

He doesn't react.

“For not being there", Robby speaks, for both of them.

Your eyes flicker to Robby’s and it hits you. The day he snapped at you in the ER.

“No”, you cut him off. “This is not your fault,” your tone direct.

“And not mine.” You surprise yourself. Too long you’ve blamed yourself for what that angry patient did, but hearing Jack and Robby take on this burden, feels like a punch to your gut.

Robby takes Dana to the side: “Where’s Y/N?” Worry evident on his face.

“She went to get some air”, Dana answers reluctantly, having overheard the incident earlier.

Robby lets out a guilty groan, eyes shut, twisting his mouth. He scratches the back of his neck, shaking his head ever so slightly, like he usually does when he’s stressed.

“Okay", exhaling softly. "Come find me when she’s back please? I need to apologize.”

“No shit”, Dana huffs.

“Dr. Robby!” Perlah calls from Trauma One, urgency in her voice. And with that he’s off.

Jack watches from a distance, worry growing within him as well. He heads straight for the stairwell. He should have said something.

But when he reaches your spot, all he finds is Dr. Garcia having a smoke with one of her colleagues. It seems like he's interrupted something, awkward tension hangs heavy in the air.

“Has Y/N been up here?” Jack shouts.

“Check the attending’s lounge, that’s her thing isn’t it?” Yolanda provokes.

Jack groans, rushing back down to find Robby. But his search is cut short when EMTs rush in a patient in bad shape. “What have we got?”

“Unconscious, but breathing. Blunt force trauma to the head, suspected rib fractures, possible pneumothorax and significant blood loss”, the EMT reports quickly.

“Trauma Two” Jack commands, his voice sharp and professional, already assessing the damage.

As he works, something catches his eye, the patient’s wrist. A small tattoo is partially visible, just beneath the bloodied sleeve. He pulls it back slightly, to make sure. Praying, begging, that he's wrong.

He isn’t. It’s the same tattoo that decorates his own arm.

Jack freezes. Unable to move a muscle, paralyzed.

His heart races and for a moment, the sterile walls seem to close in on him. It can’t be, but there’s no mistaking the face beneath all the blood.

“Get Robby. Now!” Jack orders, his voice low but urgent. He knows he can’t do this alone. Not when it's you.

Robby enters the room in a rush, ready for another emergency. “Need a hand?” He teases. But the moment his eyes land on you, his entire world stops.

Jack doesn’t say anything, doesn’t dare take his eyes off of you, fearing you might slip away if he does.

“What the fuck happened?” Robby demands, his voice thick with disbelief, as he moves quickly to the side of the gurney.

“We found her in the alley by the back entrance”, the EMT states.

Robby’s mind races, but his training kicks in.

Robby and Jack work in tandem, their movements seamless as they prepare to save you. Jack checks your airway, while Robby begins assessing your chest injuries. Every second is critical, both men struggling to maintain their professionalism.

Their hands move over your exposed form, painfully mirroring the way their fingers used to trail your body when you were together. Every inch of you mapped out and forever burnt into their minds.

Focus. Focus!

“Ribs are displaced”, Robby mutters, his voice tight. “Probable flail chest. We need to drain the pleural cavity.”

Jack nods grimly, his mind running through the necessary procedures. “Collapsed lung, tension pneumothorax most likely." He takes a deep breath, his eyes scanning the monitors. Your heart rate is erratic and your oxygen levels are dangerously low. "Needle decompression first."

Jack presses his fingers along your ribs to locate the entry point. His hands are precise as he performs the procedure, inserting the needle just above your rib. The trapped air escapes immediately.

"Got it", Jack says, a moment of relief, as he watches your chest begin to expand more naturally.

Robby steps back, barking orders, his usual calm demeanor starting to crack. "Prep for intubation. We need to secure the airway."

Jack nods, already setting up the equipment.

Robby checks your pupils, his fingers pressing gently against your neck. "Pulse is weak.”

Jack places the endotracheal tube in, ensuring it’s secured, giving you a few breaths.

Robby moves in with the chest tube, prepared to drain the fluid building up. The tube is inserted and the air begins to flow freely, your breathing starting to stabilize.

"We’ve got a pathway", Robby says, but his voice breaks. He looks at Jack, like a little boy who’s lost their parent in a busy crowd. Willing him to fix this. To fix you.

Without warning, the heart monitor flatlines with a piercing, urgent tone. Jack’s eyes snap to the monitor, heart sinking. "No… No." He moves quickly to your side, checking your pulse. He doesn’t hesitate, positioning himself at your chest.

With practiced urgency, Jack stacks his hands over your sternum. He feels sick, knowing what he’s about to do. He quickly swallows the lump in his throat, using his body weight to compress down, forceful and steady.

The team rushes to prepare the defibrillator.

After a while Robby instructs, “Hold compressions." But the flatline continues.

“Still in asystole”, Donnie states, voice trembling.

Jack resumes compressions seemlessly. Each deep push into your chest feels like a silent plea for you to come back to them.

Sweat begins to pool on Jack’s forehead. Robby motions for him to switch out. Jack complies, as Robby takes over effortlessly. The risk of breaking your ribs sends an icy shiver down his spine, it's brutal and suffocating.

“V-fib. We’ve got a shockable rhythm”, Jack’s firm tone snaps Robby back, all eyes fixed on the monitor. “Charge to 200”, Robby orders.

The machine charges with a loud beeping. “Clear!” Donnie shouts.

Everyone pulls their hands away, as the shock is delivered.

The silence is deafening, everyone collectively holding their breath with you.

The monitor flickers.

Then, a pulse.

Weak, but it’s there. The sound of your heart returning to sinus rhythm.

Finally, Jack allows himself to see you as more than a patient on the table. He studies your face, lightly touching your cheek, cautious not to hurt you any further.

“Stay with us, Y/N", Jack says softly, not daring to look away from your battered body.

“Okay. Let’s take a deep breath. All of us”, Robby speaks calmly, looking directly at Jack.

Everyone takes a slow, necessary breath.

Robby finally dares to look down at you too, his face softening. He leans in, "We’ve got you". Though he knows the fight isn’t over.

Back on the pavement. It feels like you've been out here for a while.

It's not your fault.

Robby takes in your words.

He leans in, placing a gentle hand on Jack’s shoulder. They share a look and you realize that’s how they made it through almost losing you.

Together.

Thanks for reading part 3!! If you’re a healthcare professional, please look awayyy, this is probably full of medical inaccuracies, I'm sorry! The next chapter will focus more on their collective healing… As always, pls share your thoughts below!!

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Daywalker: John Shen x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @miraclesabound @cannonindeez @fadeinsol @nommingonfood @yousigned-upforthis

Companion piece to:

Dick Pics - You and John discuss your dating life in the ambulance bay during a rare shift break.

Brunch - John refuses to give up when you miss brunch with him.

Silly Little Boys (NSFW) - John's not like the other men you've been with.

In The Summer - You discover John's secret.

Tiger, Tiger - John reveals the truth between his engagement and his history.

Jack - John's mother opens up old wounds by giving John a copy of your DCFS file.

Bare (NSFW) - John and you commit to each other in a special way.

The Shirt - Jack realises that you're wearing a boyfriend shirt.

Tradition - Mrs Shen makes a decision regarding the wedding.

Thanksgiving in The Pitt is batshit fucking crazy.

Bust ups, burns, accidently amputated appendages, the list goes on. The waiting room heaves to capacity, the ambulance bay is an endless stream of drop offs. Each doctor is turning over five patients an hour, getting them situated in the halls because food poisoning is the leading cause of illness during this holiday and the majority of them need drips due to dangerous levels of dehydration.

Throughout the chaos John catches glimpses of your presence, a flash of that neat bun, the sound of your voice carrying across the room, your signature on some of his intake paperwork. They’re the only signs of your existence during the nightmare shift.

It’s 4am when he finally gets a break, he takes a leak before heading out to the ambulance bay in his scrubs, sucking in a deep breath of cool, refreshing as soon as he steps onto the concrete.

You’re already waiting for him at your usual spot by the wall, there’s a brown paper bag alongside you with two plastic cups of cold brew coffee. Your rig is parked just to the right, the sounds of you partner’s snoring from the back echoing through the lot.

“I gotta warn you now.” You say as he approaches. “No hugs, I stink of vomit and other indescribable substances.”

“You think I care about that?” John asks placing his hands on his hips and tipping his head towards the E.D. “It’s like Saint Patrick’s Day all over again in there, I’m completely desensitised at this point.”

You roll your eyes to the heavens, stepping towards him. “Well played, you know I’m a goner for that slutty little hip thing you do.”

His arms wrap around you, drawing you into the shelter of his form. You fit against him perfectly, like two pieces of a shattered vase being reacquainted. His lips brush over your temple and he can feel the tension ebb out of your body as he cradles you close.

You’ve been away over the last few days in Seattle at the Paramedic Professional Development Conference. This is the first time he’s laid eyes on you since you’d gotten back into town because the day shift had gotten overwhelmed and he’d had to come in early.

“I’ve missed you.” He mumbles into your hair. “None of the other paramedics are nearly as much fun.”

Your chest vibrates with laugher against his and he can’t help but smile at the sensation as you tilt your head up to meet his gaze.

“You mean none of the others bring you coffee and turkey subs at four in the morning.” You point out and he shrugs his shoulders in response.

“They aren’t as cute either.”

“Yea, I know.” You say, taking his hand and leading him towards the wall. The two of you take a seat before unwrapping your sandwiches. “Trust me Chicago Fire has given the public some very unrealistic expectations in that department. You won’t believe how many people have been disappointed by the lack of hot firemen pulling up tonight.”

“Same here with Grey’s Anatomy. Although Abbot did get called McSteamy and Grumpy Daddy tonight so that was very entertaining.” He takes a bite from the sub and moans. “Christ have I told you how much I adore you recently?”

“Not nearly enough.” You tease, nudging his shoulder. “You’ll have to worship me when we get off shift, remind me why I keep coming around.”

“The videos I sent when you were away weren’t enough?” He counters, balling up the packaging between his hands and tossing it into the brown paper bag. “Me fucking the panties you left on my pillow?”

Your cheeks flush as you bite your lower lip and it’s just the sweetest damn thing.

“Did you give anymore thought to the other thing we were talking about?” He asks you, picking up his cold brew and sipping through the straw. “The Field Training Officer position?”

“Hm.” You respond noncommittedly. “Had a conversation with Anderson before I left Seattle about the program. It would mean changing my shift for a few months so I could fit the course in during the evening time and I’m not sure how much I’d like being a day walker.”

A day walker, it’s what the night shift people call those that make the transition back to regular office hours. It can be a jarring adjustment after you’ve spent so long in the darkness.

John doesn’t think that’s the real issue though. He suspects you’re concerned about how your life is going to change compared to that of the people around you.  Abbot, Faye, him, all work the nightshift and altering the routine will throw you out of sync with the support network you’ve build up over the years. You fear becoming isolated again, that they won’t be able to find time for you.

“Cici.” He says softly, his fingers threading through yours. “My feelings won’t change because you’re working the day shift, we can still do breakfast or dinner, find the sweet spot when we’re not working weekends. Our relationship will adapt, the same way it will with Abbot and Faye, nobody’s going to abandon you because you’re trying something new.”

“It’s just… it’s a big change.” You say quietly, poking at the ice in your drink with the straw.

“Change can be good even if it is a little scary.” He reassures you, his thumb tracing soothing circles along the back of your hand. “I know you’re going to rock this and I promise I will be here to support you. Quizzing you, feeding you, helping you to ‘destress’.”

The edges of your mouth tip up into a smile before you tilt your head towards hm.

“You really think I can do it?” You ask him and John’s palm comes to cradle your face, his thumb ghosting over that tiny scar just at the edge of your right eye.

“Cici.” He says firmly. “I think you can do anything you god damn want to.”

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[kitasgloves]

Hiiiii! Just read your classmate Fyodor, and I'm telling you, it made me fall from heaven then up again for another skydiving experience, loved it. I'm just wondering what would happen if we figured him out and confronted him. If we offered him a deal, "if you make us pass, we can still share a bed and..." you know, would he agree, or is us failing a part of the fun for him???

omg thank you sm anon! i'm ready to deliverrrr <3

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part 1

Now, proposing a deal to FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY could seem like a gamble considering what kind of person he is. He does enjoy seeing you fail after he got what he wanted from you. It does seem that he's merely using you for his selfish desire or gain, and the idea of him discarding you afterward is possible. But a deal where he and you can mutually benefit sounds appealing. To think that the sex he initially thinks is a one-sided benefit is also a benefit for you, captures his interest.

The genius didn't anticipate you to find out sooner he was taking advantage of you and tricking you. He didn't expect you to sternly approach him after class. He was mildly impressed by you expressing your distaste of his trickery, though you weren't completely mad at him. That's when you proposed the deal that if Fyodor helps you pass the class, you'll let him have sex with you. Of course, he was reluctant and cautious at first, he's used to taking deals where only he would benefit. But ultimately, he thinks the deal will be harmless and that he has the upper hand.

Fyodor will tutor you at the same café previously, but this time teach you the correct information. And afterward, you two would fuck either in your dorm or at his house. Since the exams are coming up and students are beginning to prepare, those tutoring sessions become frequent. You two didn't often study at the café.

Sometimes it would be in the university library, you would secretly suck Fyodor's dick in the inconspicuous corner of the library near those boring history books. There are moments when you two would be at the park, and then it would end up with you pressed against one of the trees, away from prying eyes, with your skirt flipped up and your panties down while Fyodor pounded into you. And there's that café that became you and his favorite, you two would be quiet and seemingly deep in study, but it's either you're jacking Fyodor off or he's fingering your pussy from under the table.

However, the most frequent spot would be your dorm room or his house. Your roommates aren't constantly there, so there are chances to sneak Fyodor in for a tutor and a quick fuck. But you genuinely looked forward to studying in Fyodor's house. The genius reeked of old money with how large and empty his home seemed. It had a dark undertone that gave the impression of an old Victorian household. Fyodor would invite you in with nobody home but there are instances where you would briefly encounter a few members of his family.

His mother saw you the most, it's evident that Fyodor got his stunning looks from her. She was a kind and religious woman. She welcomed you in as if she had known you for years, even insisted that you eat dinner after being 'tutored' by Fyodor. Unfortunately, Fyodor would always insist with a tight smile that you weren't hungry, which made you pout. On a rare occasion, you'd see his father. Fyodor got his mysterious and intelligent aura from him. You can't help but feel like that man knew you and his son were doing more than just studying. Something about his knowing gaze as he smoked a cigar made you internally squirm.

Fyodor's room had a minimalist and old look to it. There were multiple bookshelves with books but there was a touch of modernity with a single computer for browsing the internet. Fyodor would tutor you on his study desk, which was often littered with papers either written in Russian or shorthand. The only reason you took the tutoring seriously was the fact that you'll get fucked by Fyodor in the end as payment and secretly a reward. But you're beginning to understand and appreciate everything the genius was teaching you.

Fyodor felt conflicted at the beginning. Something about you casting him a beaming smile and showing him the results on your test paper, which was significantly higher, made his stomach stir. Fyodor did think of maliciously tricking you again and taught you topics that he knew weren't going to appear on the exam. However, you seemed to learn quickly and managed to pass despite being tutored incorrectly.

He was annoyed and was rougher when you two were fucking after those tutoring sessions. He didn't like how you seemed to benefit more than him. He'd express his frustration by delaying your orgasm to the point that you would sob nonstop. Sometimes, Fyodor would punish you for not answering his questions right by pressing a vibrator against your clit while having you tied against the chair, he revels in seeing you squirm and struggle as he slowly increased the vibrator's setting to max. Sometimes, he'd let you cockwarm him. You'd be situated in his lap with his cock deep in you while you wrote your notes. He'd smirk and thrust his hips up making you yelp and mess up your handwriting. You'd always give him that adorable glare before restarting in a new page again only for him to do it again.

You and Fyodor agreed that the duration of this deal will only last until the end of the semester. As disappointed as you seem, you know that you shouldn't build a studying habit of being dicked down by the genius. After all, you just need a little help passing this one class.

It was the final exam the next day, and you busted your ass (or rather got fucked in your ass) studying. With a miraculous surprise, you ended up getting the highest score in the entire class. And what made it seem more unbelievable was that you managed to get a higher score than Fyodor. Naturally, this became the talk of your peers. Who is this ordinary girl who surpassed the mysterious genius Fyodor Dostoevsky? You were showered with praise and attention by your classmates and professor, which made you blush. You did feel genuinely proud to pass that exam with flying colors.

When you turned to Fyodor, eager to rub your test paper all over his face, you froze at the sight of him seething at you in his seat. He was gripping his pen, and his balled fist rested on top of his test paper. You gulped. Why was he mad? Was it because you surpassed him? That's ridiculous! But Fyodor seemed to care about results and being bested by someone as lowly as you.

You tested the waters by approaching him and congratulating him for also passing the test. He coldly ignored you, grabbed his things, and left the classroom. You were dumbfounded. You figured he'd get over it. Plus, the deal you and he had expired today. You won't be needing him for tutoring anymore and he can go fuck with someone else. Though the last thought pained you, it was best to not get hung on about it.

Fyodor behaved like he never knew you. There were a few classes he shared with you, but he acted like you didn't exist. His parents wondered about you and why you stopped visiting, he'll always give some sort of convincing excuse to shut them up. He didn't like how they were seemingly fond of you. He couldn't focus when he was studying in his room. Fyodor got too used to you being seated beside him, or on top of him, warming his cock, or with your hand jerking him off.

He gritted his teeth and dropped his book as he hastily pulled his pants down. Fyodor fisted his cock with the thought of you bouncing on it. He has put you in so many positions. On your knees, on your back, on all fours, against the wall, on top of him. Fuck, his hand goes faster. He has never jerked off so aggressively before. He thought about your smile, the sound of your laugh, the smell of your perfume, and the lingering touch of you tracing his jaw after he had exhausted you.

"Fyodor..."

His name sounded so natural coming from your mouth. You called for him and moaned his name countless times that it repeated in his head like a broken record. Fyodor has an earth-shattering orgasm with his hips bucking up wildly as spurts of cum stain his abdomen and hands. He comes down from his high and realizes how much of a mess he has become. He scowls as he goes to clean himself up.

You did try your hardest to not seem affected by Fyodor's avoidance. You knew he didn't view you as a friend or much less a lover. He probably only saw you as a toy to play with or someone to relieve his stress with.

During one of your shared classes with Fyodor, you two ended up being paired for a project. Your heart fluttered with excitement as much as you wanted to deny it. But you wanted to be professional this time, completely discarding your history with the genius. The deadline for the project was due in two weeks and it needed joint effort.

After class, you took the initiative to approach him so you and he could discuss how you two would do the project. Fyodor surprisingly agrees with you. Initially, you suggested the café as a place to do the planning, but he rudely cut you off and changed the location to his house. Your heart skipped a beat.

Fyodor's parents seemed overjoyed at seeing you again after so long, you admit that you've missed them. You couldn't even mutter a greeting to them when Fyodor grabbed your wrist and led you up to his room. You were roughly shoved inside as he locked the door. Fyodor corners you to his bed and leans down to grab your jaw. You looked up at him with bewildered eyes before he smashed his lips against yours in an open-mouthed kiss.

The kiss was unusual. It was filled with urgency and had a hint of desperation. Fyodor has kissed you a few times when you two used to fuck, but it was always quick and lazy. But this one was fueled with passion. You try to pull away from him for air.

"Fyo—mmph! The pro-project—!"

Fyodor pulls away and frowns down at you. His pale face was unnaturally flushed.

"I don't give a damn about that stupid project"

"But we'll fail—"

"Заткнись!"

[Shut up!]

He yells at you making you freeze. Fyodor seemed breathless as he pressed his face against your neck before slowly pulling you into an awkward embrace.

"I'll...I'll take care of the project just...stay"

"Stay?"

"Stay here, with me"

You blinked at his reply. You reluctantly returned the embrace making his chest constrict. Fyodor didn't want to admit his growing attachment to you. He did feel pathetic but to think you might return the sentiment made the corners of his lips curl up into a smile.

damn this really got self-indulgent whoops

[formulatrash]

from following you on twitter im absolutely certain you have (far more informed than mine) thoughts on whatever the fuck williams is doing. very interested in hearing them, if you’d care to share?

so like, from the off: I have always been a Logan Sargeant defender. people who didn't follow his junior career just saw an American, assumed he was a pay driver and didn't check any further. the guy had a better karting career than Oscar, was competitive with him the whole time they were in the same series - they were the George and Alex of their day.

sometimes those drivers fall off. Jack Aitken was, in fact, George's main rival up to F2 and then got mechachromed (or technically hewlanded) out of the running for more than a guest spot. but Logan didn't - he just ran out of money. that year in a Charouz (a backmarking F3 team struggling to score points) was when he really proved himself, especially on being solid at development and leading a team.

that was what convinced Carlin (at the time, not putting in the best showing in F2) he was worth it. and his time at Carlin was what convinced Williams. not money. Logan never had sponsors pulling the strings for him. he knew he might well not get to F1 so had already started experimenting with prototype racing, which he was good in. man was being pragmatic about how to have a career in Europe if things didn't all shake out right.

but they did (sort of) and he got the Williams seat. he was probably one of the least-prepared drivers for quite a long time, with close to zero F1 testing prior to, err, F1 preseason testing. the Williams driver academy, at the time he was in it, amounted to pretty much a gym membership. a pass for the factory canteen and some branded sweaters to wear rather than some structured programme and he'd only had one year in F2.

we know the Williams is not like, the best car. the team has had Some Issues and despite the investment from Dorilton, is still rebuilding pretty heavily. I mean remember it was (in 2023) five seasons previous that they turned up to testing like whoops, no car. our bad.

then in 2022 they had Jost Capito and FX Demaison living in a weird student flatshare while they tried to work out what the hell was going on in the team, only to both leave prior to 2023. at which point James Vowles turns up and goes my god you're running this whole team via a spreadsheet. truly, we (a team whose history includes the owner's wife, who was actually the owner, locking up the factory and telling the bailiffs to fuck off every other week for years) were so fucking back.

(if you want to read a really, really, really good book about F1 then Williams: A different kind of life is exceptional)

so yeah it's a bit of a Charouz of a seat but then Logan's flourished in that circumstance before. except you're going up against a guy whose only second-fiddle circumstance was against Max fucking Verstappen. you're an underprepared rookie and you're against someone who did at times hold his own against Max Verstappen, even as an underprepared rookie himself and he's been in the team for a year already, leading all the direction and development. fucking yikes. that's not a low-pressure seat where you're both just hoping things might work out.

saying all that because: I think Logan was given an incredibly tough gig. that doesn't mean he shouldn't or couldn't have risen to it. but that Williams seat wasn't an easy ride in his first year, where he showed he could improve when he gained momentum and confidence, something that's massively important. when things turn against you and keep turning against you, it's incredibly hard to reverse that in motorsport - just look at Daniel Ricciardo at McLaren.

and yes I know there's a lot of mad conspiracy theories that for some reason the team would want to lose points in the constructors' for the express reason of humiliating a driver they were paying an obscene amount but please let's be realistic: McL really badly wanted that one to work out. and Williams seemed to, too, in Logan's first year. they weren't babying him and he had clear targets and goals but there was a desire to see that work out for both of them.

this year that, uh. hasn't seemed to be there. I know, I absolutely know, why James Vowles felt taking Logan's car and giving it to Alex in Australia was the right thing to do. Alex had scored a point there the previous year, although it's historically not been a great track for him. that point could be the difference between 9th and 10th in the constructors - millions of dollars.

but if you want to absolutely implode your driver's brain and publicly announce you have no confidence in him then that's certainly a good way to go about it. and the thing is Australia is one race whereas Logan was supposed to be in that car for the rest of the season.

it's hard to underestimate just how much F1 teams are swayed by the media. Nyck de Vries is an incredible recent example: yes, he scored points in that Williams weekend but in the same year he was driving like absolute shit in Formula E. probably because he was so focussed on F1 but any FE journalist could have told you the guy was not, in fact, the second coming of Senna - extremely likeable, weird, idiosyncratic and actually fun to watch but far from performing at his own best let alone anyone else's.

so when he was hyped to high heaven as about to wipe the floor with Yuki there was widespread eyebrow-raising from a paddock no one in F1 cares to look at. but teams bought into it, fought over him. in a matter of races the media turned on him, shredded him and Red Bull shrugged, said they never liked him in the first place and binned him off after, realistically, exactly the performances you could have expected him to put in.

the media has never been very kind to Logan. he is a little shy, he is quite softly spoken, he doesn't go for bragadaccio and he's not particularly goofy. he doesn't insist on pointing out he's there on merit. he's quite careful with what he says, guarded. he does not like things to get weird and with the motorsport media, things so often do.

trepidation about his F2 record from people who barely tune into the races being broadcast in the media centre they're in raised questions before he was in F1. Williams' re-signing of him was deemed a bit controversial, perhaps proof the team was soft. yeeting him from his car was proof they were hard enough, in fact, that rending confidence from your driver like flesh torn off a bone is somehow a useful function of the sport, from people who a mildly critical comment would send into a 5-day spiral.

(I would know)

Logan has not performed poorly this year. he hasn't performed as well as Alex but Alex has been throwing together Lando-grade drives, as you'd probably expect given the pair of them have (close to) equal experience in F1 or at least the same number of years chewing through the gristle of it.

(why am I using so many visceral meat metaphors? perhaps 3am is not the time to write anything)

all things considered, the fact that Logan did not dissolve into a puddle of goo after Australia is commendable. he has also outqualified a fucking Red Bull multiple times. he has crashed a bit, yes, because that's what driving on the edge with an air of desperation starts to look like - when Charles did it (really a lot more) in 2020 no one thought it was because he had run out of talent.

Logan has not been driving the same car as Alex. Alex himself has confirmed this. that's, uhm, fucking dire if you're trying to fix things in the simulator because that will be correlated to the upgraded car, which is what the team is interested in. even if they load yours back in, the correlation will be steadily migrating away and they won't be too interested in what it's telling them because it's the old car.

to say that Williams lost interest in Logan early this season would be an understatement. they spent a huge amount of effort and got back a bunch of world champions to film an hour-long feature with Logan's sponsor and him. it got mentioned, like, twice? because it came out the same week Alex got re-signed.

I'm not saying re-signing Alex Albon isn't exciting. hell, I'd be very excited. but that was probably the moment I knew this was going to get horrendously messy.

James Vowles is a charming man who has lots of likeable qualities. he is first and foremost an engineer and looks for engineering solutions, something he was very able to translate to strategy. he is, however, not used to being a figurehead for an organisation.

do I think the public way JV conducted the search for Logan's replacement was fair on the team, any of the drivers involved or, especially, Logan? absolutely fucking not. made all of them look like they were taking turns in a fake taxi that instead turning into a sexy thing was a clown car with JV dressed as the Joker.

I don't honestly know how Logan kept turning up and driving through that. it's one thing to believe you can do something, anything, to prove yourself and another to know you just: can't. there's nothing left you can do. there are no other seats on the grid. time to start talking to teams in other series except if you do that someone will hear about it and then you'll be even more undermined.

I think that, when he looks back, James will realise he fucked this very badly. he obviously wants to do what's best for the team and is overruling quite a lot of sensible interpersonal stuff to do that and particularly how he should act with the media which, again, not something he's had such exposure to despite his long F1 career.

Logan Sargeant has, like his car last weekend, burned in a pyrrhic symbol of what Williams want to exorcise from their team. they want to stop losing.

but like James was saying at the start of the season, before the rush of chasing new drivers caught him up, the main problem is they need to fix the car. Franco Colapinto will not do that. he is a perfectly good stopgap replacement for someone who, yes, has probably now reached a mindset where it is perhaps kinder to not expect him to drive an F1 car.

but it will probably be more telling when Carlos Sainz Jnr is also just a driver, unless the team pulls miracles over the winter.

[rockscanfly]

something something “you know me better than anyone has ever known me” something something “I loved you. best I could”, something something Familiarity breeds contempt, relationships as self-context, someone who knows your past may be in the worst spot to understand your potential for change, emotional inertia, cycles of abuse, so on—

A lot of people think Izzy is fooling himself with that line. And sure, Izzy Hands didn’t know that Ed killed his own dad. But Izzy knew Ed wasn’t actually fine, after Stede left. He wasn’t getting *better* with the depression robe and the singing. He was just running, again. From himself, his actions, his emotions. Again. And Izzy has lived through *decades* of Ed pulling that kind of shit, of deflections and obfuscation. He miscalculated, yeah. But Ed wasn’t going to get better if Izzy had just kept his mouth shut. Something was going to set him off, sooner or later. Because Ed still hasn’t grown from the guy who sets people on fire and has them skinned with oyster forks then slumps through weeks long depression cycles.

Nothing about Ed and Stede’s first relationship actually forced Ed into confronting his own self-compartmentalization (and boy can a bitch compartmentalize. The Kraken, Izzy being the one to kill him in the dream, Hornigold, who he was with Jack, Jeff the accountant, just Ed—babygirl at some point you are going to have to decide who you are if you ever stand a chance of getting what you want). They were going to run away to China because it meant NEITHER of them had to deal with being the people who have done what they’ve done. If Stede and Ed had made it off that island together then they wouldn’t have grown.

On the flip side, Izzy was never going to be able to save Ed from himself because their relationship was static before meeting Stede. They’ve been together for so long that nothing Izzy says *counts* as new input (the first genuinely surprising thing Izzy ever does in-show is surviving killing himself). Iz is an extension of Ed, which is why he’s subject to torture and derision and punishment in a way no one else was. Ed fucking HATES himself. Izzy is a part of him.

So, yeah. Ed loved Izzy the BEST that he could love himself—poorly, mercilessly, as willing to hack off parts of Izzy’s body as he was entire facets of his own personality and history. So Izzy was never going to pull Ed out of the suicidal pit he’s been in for years. Knowledge, knowing someone, that doesn’t mean insight. Izzy’s so close to Ed that their perspective is practically a perfect overlay. There’s no new angles, no way to see where the light could shine through.

That’s why Ed needed Stede. The complete and total lack of context allowed Stede to take Ed as he was, to question him and force Ed to ask questions of himself that Izzy simply was not capable of. Ed is a social chameleon—he changes himself constantly to fit the image he thinks other people have of him. Stede refuses to provide the Blackbeard scaffold. There’s no context to cling to, no familiar script to follow. Stede has his own narratives and pre-conceived notions, but they’re NEW.

Context, perspective—you need both to get a whole image of a person. Maybe Stede and Izzy working together this season will finally be enough to help Ed see himself in a light that allows him to love what he sees in the mirror.

[jamiesfootball]

Tagged by @calicohyde to post a line from my WIP(s) that contains the given words. Thanks Jack!

My words are: pretty, water, crush, steal, and mouth.

Pretty - oh god, you're gonna get it (you have not been given love

Roy drove him home in the Aston, which was—he was loathed to admit—really fucking fun. Despite the fact that there really wasn’t a lot of places to speed in London, the car zipped with very little provocation, almost as if it was teasing Roy to let loose and have fun.  Tipsy and spilled into a boneless chartreuse pile against the passenger door, Jamie snickered at him.  “Having fun, old man?” His eyes glittered with prickish delight. “Has it been that long since something sleek and pretty took you for a ride?”  Roy bared his teeth in a growl. It had been years since he’d driven a sports car.  “Not exactly room in the back for a kid, is there?” he defended.  Jamie blinked slowly. Then he hummed, clearly too buzzed to care about arguing for argument’s sake.  Roy shook his head; he’d never expected Jamie of all people to be a lightweight. For some reason that just didn’t fit into his….Jamie-ness. But this was the second time now that he’s witnessed him have one drink and start making dumb choices that involved running his mouth where he shouldn’t. Granted, Isaac’s stiff drink was a lot more potent the a bottle of beer.  Granted, Isaac hadn’t dragged him outside for a pointless fight under a street lamp, either. 

Water - oh god, you're gonna get it (you have not been given love)

Hard to tell what was sweating worse: the sloppy glasses of ice water or Roy under Keeley’s head-tilted scrutiny. Why wouldn’t the heat fucking die? Technically they should’ve been in spring.

crush - Muzzled

His eyes sting. He tries to cling to the idea that it’s frustration that splashes hot and wet over the bridge of his nose, but he can’t cling to anything right now, can he? His fucking hands are tied behind his back. He can’t move his hands, he can’t move his legs, he can’t move his mouth — he can’t do anything about the tears rolling down his cheeks to catch in the fucking cage keeping him quiet, and his wrists, his wrists pulse in agony, like they’ve been crushed under the thick heeled boot while he was sleeping. Where the fuck are his rings? Did Roy steal his rings? Did he drug him?

steal - Secret Nap Club

"Was shit of him to steal my goal." "Yeah," Roy agreed quietly. "Yeah, that was shit." Jamie melted. His head rested heavy, tucked into the curve of Roy's shoulder. Muffled against his shirt, there came a muted, "Thank you." Roy grunted, a wordless signal of, 'Don't fucking mention it." Or at least, that was the intention. To his own ears, it sounded a bit weak: less like a warning, and more like a grizzly bear refusing to rouse from his nap. But the answering hum Jamie gave wasn't any better. When he'd shuffled closer, Roy's hand had instinctually slipped into it's usual spot under his shirt. The slow careless circles were already putting him to sleep, his breath thickening from quiet inhales towards the thicker, intentional draws of light snoring. Shit. How the fuck was Roy supposed to wake up at four in the morning?

mouth - In For a Pound, Part 2: The Worst ‘Not a Double Date’ in the History of the World Ever

With one last wipe of her eyes, she slid on her gloves and her brightest smile. “Are you ready, babe?” “Is that them?” asked Jack. She nodded her head towards a spot across the car park. “They’re not really dressed for it, are they?” “Oh shit!” Keeley clapped her hand over her mouth. “Oh shit, fuck. I forgot to tell them we were dressing up.” Jack looped an arm around her elbow, squeezing reassuringly. “That’s all right. It just means we win best dressed couple.” It was surreal, seeing the two of them standing next to each other without any posturing. Still, Jack was right. Neither of them had exactly dressed up for the occasion, unless that occasion was human chess night in an abandoned underground ballroom. What a strange party that had been. She'd have to look up the address later; Beard would love it. 

In return I no-pressure tag @abubblingcandle @tarttygoodness @jamietarttsnorthernattitude

your words, if you choose to accept, are:

bruise, bask, burn, beat, back

bonus word: butter

[drdemonprince]

Hi Devon! I read your work published on substack on autism and asexuality (really great stuff!) and then found your Tumblr and came across your own experiences navigating sexuality and kink, and they made me wonder if you have any advice for a fellow asexual on the spectrum who struggles socially but is interested in experimenting with sex/kink for the first time? People usually find sexual partners on dating apps or at the club but that seems so daunting I've been entertaining this fantasy of finding a community of people with a virgin fetish just so I don't have download tinder

Abandon your fantasy that anything fulfilling will occur without a massive amount of work. Running one's own sexual life requires a high caliber of communication, negotiation, and self-promotion skills, as well as a significant amount of time and experience. If this is worth it for you, venture forth! If not, maybe now is not the right time.

I will have a much more in depth guide on cruising written sometime soonish, but in the meantime I do have some tips.

Do not use fucking Tinder. That is an incredibly vanilla, heteronormative site. You might have a negative impression of your chances finding what you want because you've only had a glimpse of the most normie places and your friends' experiences with them. To find the kinky, experimental kind of sex you want, you'll instead have to educate yourself, and go looking for the freaks.

Fetlife is a good place to start. It will be overwhelming to navigate at first, but keep pressing. Fill out your profile with your interests, take a few sexy photos (whatever that means for you), and join local groups. Follow people who post things you find interesting, read lots of posts. Pick up some books on leather and kink history, and study up. Jack Rinella is a favorite of mine, but I am deliberately keeping my recommendation list lean so that you will dig for what you are interested in, yourself.

Look up local groups interested in rubber, leather, kink, etc, find local dungeons, attend local munch events (these are low-pressure social hangouts with no kinky play, but for kinksters to meet eachother), and find out where the gay bars are in your area that have backrooms in them, as well as cruising spots. Check out spaces where people do kinky or sexual stuff together and just watch.

After considerable information gathering and self-searching, put yourself out there and take agency over your own sexual life. Message people you find interesting, and I do mean just interesting. Learn from other bottoms if you're a bottom. Trade stories with other subs if you're a sub. Learn techniques from other Doms if you're a Dom, or some combination of all these things if you're verse or switchy. If someone shares some interests with you and seems compatible, make a specific suggestion for play, like: Want to meet up and practice our rope tying? or Would you like to practice your spanking technique on me? or I don't like having sex, but I'd love to use you as my personal footstool.

Remember that you get to set the terms for the engagement, and the other person does as well. If they reject you, that means consent has successfully happened, everybody gets a pat on the back, good job. The same goes for you. If all you want is to drag a human puppy around on a leash, don't settle for someone who keeps pressuring you for sex. Just end the interaction. There are a whole lot of freaks out there with a whole array of interests, and most people who are kinky eventually learn to be gracious and work with what a prospective partner is into, but we also all have our dealbreakers. That's fine. You don't want to play football with someone who insists on tackle when all you want is touch. It's the same thing. This is just silly pretend games. So find someone who wants to play a game you want to play.

And yeah, you can expect it to take about two years to really find your footing in this world and really know what you want and how to articulate it successfully, at least. That doesn't mean you won't have enjoyable (or at least interesting, informative) experiences along the way. But it is a lot of work. I find it is better to lead off with realistic expectations because many people rush out hoping that someone will just magically appear who will fulfill all their desires, and that's not how the world works. Every person that you speak to in a kinky context is a full human being with their own anxieties, sexual traumas, shame, areas where they lack experience, and desires that might strike them as impossible to realize.

In kink, you have to learn to navigate really complicated interactions with each one of them as its own independent thing. A lot of us make the mistake early on of thinking everyone else out there is a more seasoned, confident, sexually voracious being than we are, and that all we have to do is find the right person to give us a good time. But with our actions and negotiations WE make it a good time, us and our partner of the moment, together.

If you don't put the work in, you get nothing out. But the more you reveal of yourself and stay present in the interaction and honor it as the specific, unique thing that it is, the more benefits you reap -- not just sex or kinky play, but friendships, community ties, self-knowledge, and social skills.

Have fun out there! I hope you learn a lot.

[thenightshadowqueen]

Top ten SFTH character couples

(in my biased opinion)

Okay, first of all I’m so sorry to anyone who followed me for anything other than Shoot from the Hip content; I swear I’ll put in more variety. Someday. (Also go check out Shoot from the Hip.) Second of all, I did not join Tumblr with the intention of making a bunch of lists, but they’re fun to write and people seem to enjoy them, so here goes.

10. Justin x the Beetroots MC (headcanon)

Listen, I do NOT condone the whole “if they’re bullying you, that means they like you” bullshit. That being said, years and years later, after both of them have grown as people, I think they could have a really sweet relationship, at least after they work through everything.

9. André Beetroot x Xavier (canon, somehow)

I kind of ship this in a joking way, but also kind of not? They make sense together in a really weird, fucked-up way, and I’m so here for it. (I cannot believe that they’ve canonically hooked up. Multiple times. I love AJ so much for giving us this.)

8. Andrew x Nigel (headcanon)

It’s so toxic. It’s so toxic, and I know that, and it would never be okay in real life, but some dark part of me is really fascinated by the possibilities. (I cannot emphasise enough how much I am intrigued by this in FICTION ONLY.)

7. Jack and Jackie (canon)

Complete turnaround from the last two, but these two are genuinely so sweet. I honestly don’t even have much to say about them, but I love them. So much.

6. François x Mimi (canon)

They are so toxic. They’re horrible people, and they only make each other worse. And I love it. (You know, making this list did make me worry about my mental health slightly. Just slightly.)

5. Toby x the meth wife (canon)

First of all, this is the gayest straight-presenting relationship I’ve ever seen, and I love it. (I totally headcanon them both as bi/pan/queer/etc., but that’s not the point of this post.) And honestly, they’re so supportive of each other. They’re, like, genuinely a healthy couple (in a SFTH play? Can you imagine?). They have so much love for each other, and I could talk about them all day, but I’m fairly sure no one needs that, so I’ll stop.

4. Andrews x Betruva (headcanon)

Listen, I might be a little biased because they’re new, but they kind of have everything I look for in a ship. They have millennia of history, which is always a good start. They’re ancient nemeses. They founded a church named after them both???? Honestly how much more gay can you get?

3. Esmerelda x the vampire slayer (canon)

I like to imagine that Esmeralda survived, and they fall in love, and they have to work through the trauma of the slayer (I think I saw the fanon name Samantha? But I’m not sure) trying to kill Esmeralda. There’s just so much angst potential, and oh, now I want to write a fanfic.

2. Bubba x Jeramiah (canon)

They’re a fucking classic, okay, and they’re a classic for a reason. They are the best gay cowboys, and I love them so much. I know I should have more to say, but I feel like it would just be incoherent screaming.

1. Derek x Titch (canon)

Listen, who else could it be? They are so fundamentally amazing. It’s a classic case of “he fell first, he fell harder” (even if we don’t get to see a lot of the “he fell harder” part, I believe it with all my heart). I love Titch working though his issues and learning to open up, and I love Derek being so helplessly in love with him. I love them so much, and they deserve the top spot.

[heavyhitterheaux]

“I’m sorry, I know I overreacted.”

Ty @hoodharlow for helping me 😘💕

AN: Baby Jack and Baby First Lady when they were in high school

Sighing to yourself, you looked over the notes that you had made to complete your assignment that you got paired with Ezra Hamilton for in your AP history class.

Getting home just an hour ago, the afternoon had been spent over his house after school had let out and during that time, Jack had been blowing up your phone attempting to apologize for how he reacted to the entire situation.

Ezra didn't like Jack and Jack didn't like Ezra.

Jack didn't like Ezra because he thought at one point he liked you and Jack quickly put a stop to it and ever since then, Ezra would avoid Jack at all costs. Even though it was hard seeing that they were both on the varsity soccer team.

Jack was voted team captain and only won by one vote.

Of course the person that had been trying to get the spot of captain was of course no one other than Ezra.

Because of how competitive they both were, it was always tit for tat while they were always trying to one up each other.

When you told Jack after lunch as he was walking you to your next class about the project, he immediately got an attitude with you. You did your best to keep calm, but when he kept complaining about you having to go over Ezra's house to do the project, you instantly walked away from him and ignored him for the rest of the day.

“I don't want you anywhere near him.”

“Will you relax? It's just one project and he's not as bad as you try to make him out to be. He's actually really nice.”

Hearing this, Jack immediately turned up his nose and rolled his eyes.

“Oh? So you two are best friends now?”

“Jackman, drop this and drop it now. It's not like I picked him to be my partner. Our teacher paired us up.”

“Tell her you need to switch.”

“Will you get a damn grip? What the hell do you have against him?”

“He's probably going to try and steal you from me and I can't have that. You're mine.”

Hearing this, you stopped walking and Jack quickly did the same thing. You were quiet as you stared at him trying not to go off and yell.

“I'm not a fucking object so stop talking about me like I am. Last time I checked I was YOUR girlfriend who has actual feelings and I only want YOU. But if you are going to continue to be jealous when another person even GLANCES my way, maybe we need to rethink that. Don't talk to me until you lose that damn attitude. I'm doing this project and going over Ezra's house after school so don't even bother waiting for me. Go to class before you make yourself late for the millionth time.”

“I… baby… wait a minute.” Jack started to say as he attempted to grab your hand, but you immediately moved it away.

“No. Bye.” Was all you said as you went and sat down in your next to last class of the day and Jack muttered a quiet ‘fuck’ under his breath before running a hand through his curly hair.

You stared at your phone once more as it rang and simply watched it until it stopped. Your feelings of being upset with Jack were still at the forefront of your mind, and the last thing you wanted to do was talk to him.

After taking a shower, putting on your pajamas and wrapping your hair in order to get ready for bed, you heard a knock on your window and couldn't help but to roll your eyes because you knew it was Jack.

Opening your curtains, you simply stared at him with narrowed eyes.

“Baby! Let me in!” Jack exclaimed, but it came out muffled because the window still wasn't open.

“No. Go away.”

“Please! I need to apologize to you. You've been ignoring me all day.”

As you opened your window, Jack tumbled inside as you sat on your bed with your arms crossed waiting for him to speak.

“Baby girl…”

“What?”

“I'm sorry, I know I overreacted. I just don't like him. I trust you, please know that. I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt our relationship. I was an asshole to you earlier.” Jack told you as he sat down next to you and kissed your cheek.

He was surprised that you didn't move away from him.

“How many times do I have to tell you that I only have eyes for you and only want you?”

“A million and one?” Jack shyly answered and you simply shook your head as you tried not to laugh.

“Too jealous for your own good.”

“So, how did everything go when you went to his house?”

“Oh, it was fine. We got a lot done. His mom made us snickerdoodles.”

All Jack did was look at you.

“Snickerdoodles are our thing and I know that my mom's cookies taste better.”

“Don't start. But I might have mentioned that they are my favorite.”

“So, you don't need to see him anymore unless we're in school, right? This was only a one time thing?”

“Babe, our project isn't finished.”

“Hmm, I can come and help speed up the process a little bit with my intimidating presence.”

All you did was stare at him with a blank look on your face.

“I can't believe that I actually take you seriously sometimes. You wouldn't hurt a fly.”

“I know, that's why we're a perfect match. You’ll beat someone's ass in a heartbeat.”

“I…. Jackman, I will throw you out the window.”

"See? My point exactly."

[residentfromnowhere]

| NAVIS IMAGINES: KNY EDITION |

TouchDeprived!SanemiShinaguzawaXReader

TW: Masturbating, bdsm?, touch kink, suggestive content

TouchDeprived!Sanemi will never and I mean never let you find out that he craves you so badly it hurts.

That every time you touch him whether it’s during training or just in idle chit chat that he wants your hands, hips, lips, every part of you to make contact with him. When’s the last time someone has touched or had intimacy with this man? Months? YEARS? I mean with being an hashira and all it’s hard to get laid but add his rough exterior and rude ass attitude, it’s hard to get laid no matter how hot he is.

It wasn’t like this at first. No, his first impressions was an absolute shit show seeing as that when you first met him, you were trying to release your male friend from a chokehold and Sanemi was the one choking him. From what you were told, your friend was bumped by Sanemi and well, the rest is history. So imagine finding out that the same man who almost killed your friend was going to be your sensei.

Pissed? An understatement.

First couple of months where brutal and extremely uncomfortable. You both argued a lot and rarely ever saw eye to eye but you couldn’t lie, his training definitely made you stronger. He also couldn’t discredit you due to how quickly and adaptive you were to the various trials he put you through. Though your personalities didn’t exactly click at first, the respect was there and eventually, you both became amicable. Which now leads to today where you’re now just becoming comfortable and casual with him and he’s having these feelings.

That in training when you’re sparring with him and he purposely allows you to pin him down, making you tower over him that it gives him the hardest boner he has ever felt. Anytime you accidentally rub or bump against him and shyly apologize you make his body tense up. Not because he’s angry but because he’s fighting for dear life attempting to keep the beast in his pants tamed.

And yes, it’s big.

Like the time where you had to sit on his lap during a meeting due to no other spots being available and even though he looked composed he was internally screaming in the inside and praying to whatever god could hear him that you would notice/feel his cock desperately trying to rub against you. Is it really that bad?

Yes, it’s bad. It’s really bad.

Like telling you to go ahead and stretch without him as he pretends to go to the shed to get “tools” when really he’s jacking off to you doing multiple positions and holding back grunts as you start to sweat from doing them. Like before you even notice because it takes you at least twenty minutes to stretch and warm up so you don’t even notice how long he’s gone and he knows this.

And let’s not forget to mention that you are the ONLY person this happens too. No other person makes him feel this way and judging by how far and long it took to finally be on decent terms with you, he wasn’t going to let this ever come to life. He would rather have blue balls for the rest of eternity before ever telling you.

That’s a lie tbh. He would prefer his balls deep inside you but again, you will never know that and he’s planning on keeping it that way.

No matter how juicy your thighs look when he’s helping you with your routine morning stretches to how rough you are during lessons with him, choking, slamming, pushing, or even shoving him he will refrain from grabbing you and fucking the shit out of you. If this means cutting your training short just to keep his sanity, He will.

He will most definitely regret it though

And when I say he shuts down the idea of more training with you for said sanity so fast you couldn’t even finish your sentence? I mean it was FAST. Don’t take offense though, it’s for your own safety. You like walking, right? Because if you do, asking for such things can and will take that ability away so…yeah.

[nyx-thedragon]

EVEN MORE NEWSIES THOUGHTS RAAHHHHH

noted down a bunch of things while watching again, so strap in for a bit of a long post!

1- reiterating that i love mr kloppman so much omg

2- mush has his fucking hat on before a shirt what's wrong with him /silly

3- "get the lead outta your pants" is such a fun phrase why don't we use it anymore

4- choreo for "carrying the banner" looks so fun

5- jack mocking davey's scoff i love them so bad

6- young christian bale as jack kelly is so charming

7- why is there just a boxing match going on?

8- medda complimenting les's acting skills <33

9- why is there a trolley on fire? why did they set one on fire?

10- "you can meet my folks" this is literally the first day you met him ???

11- esther jacobs is so pretty wow

12- second hand embarrassment/cringing when jack is telling sarah about what words make a headline good

13- les sleep singing and sounding good, i see you kid

14- "why don't you stay here tonight?" bro put the heart eyes away for a second my god

15- "when i dream on my own / i'm alone but i ain't lonely" <333333 love these lyrics

16- will forever be mad about livesies taking away jack's whole cowboy shtick it's so fun why would they take that away

17- how does jack just know how to ride a horse?? was he taught by someone when he was younger??

18- race & jack siblingism real !!

19- johnathon why do you work for pulitzer he doesn't appreciate you like he should

20- i love how natural the dialogue feels in the entire movie. it doesn't feel or sound like they memorized a script

21- "give him some room, let him think" les jacobs you precious little boy

22- jack and davey just make a great team to lead the strike. davey has the words and jack has the confidence and loud voice

23- "no! we can't beat up kids in the street, it'll give us a bad name!" "can't get any worse"

24- davey going from "i was joking" about the strike to helping organize and getting so into it i love him

25- davey wandering through the other newsies during "the world will know" love him (i have no clue why this stood out to me enough that i felt i had to note it down)

26- davey, again with the heart eyes. you're staring longingly at jack. please have some decorum

27- shoutout to denton for helping the boys. love our man denton

28- boots putting his ear up to the door trying to hear something i love him that's so silly

29- the look jack gives davey when he laughs at jack and les being kicked out of The World building

30- "no pictures" "sure" and then there ends up being a picture

31- spot conlon calling jack "jackie boy" oh i feel like they have some history. like friends when they were younger or something. or they've just known each other for a long time

32- mush and race little dance moment during "sieze the day" <3

now would be a great time to take a breather, drink some water, look somewhere other than the screen for a bit to give your eyes a rest

33- jack and davey are always so touchy with each other my god boys can you keep your hands to yourselves for five seconds please (/affectionate)

34- jack already trusts davey enough to let him hold the rope while he dangles like 50 feet in the air. they've barely known each other for two days these boys are lowkey down bad

35- jack and crutchy are brothers for real !!! i love them !!!!

36- snyder hitting the side of the bed to get that one kid to take his hat off why did he do that why did the hat need to be off ??

37- love how the brooklyn newsies' thing is slingshots it's so fun and cool

38- where did these boys learn how to tap dance

39- crutchy you gotta get better at lying, man

40- dude kloppman really is like these boys' father i just love him so much he seems so sweet

41- sarah jacobs why do you not find it a little weird for jack to sleep right outside your window all night?? i know you know him, but that's still a bit odd

42- "this rabble he's roused" pulitzer that's a great line, i gotta hand it to ya

43- love spot conlon's little walking stick/cane

44- the way the boys all love medda and hype her up <333

45- i need warden snyder dead and i need to be the one to do it oh my god i hate him so much!!!!

46- dutchy and specs are always around each other, as far as i remember seeing. they are a pair, do not separate

47- are davey and sarah twins? i've seen people online and in fics say that they are but it's not said in the movie and i am very curious if this is canon or a fanon thing that everyone has agreed on?

48- pulitzer gesticulates a lot. he's a hand-talker

49- "i don't understand" "i don't understand either but just get outta here!"

50- haven't said this before but i love davey's curly hair

51- weasel actually says "tisk tisk" (tsk tsk) he's such a weirdo for that

52- i also need weasel and the delanceys dead and i need to be the one to do it

53- roosevelt calling denton "denty" they're besties bro that's so fun

54- kloppman taking over weasel's job (edit: upon rewatching the movie again, i have realized that it is, in fact, not kloppman who takes over weasel’s job at the end of the movie. my apologies)

whoo. okay. less than the last one. that's good. i hope y'all enjoyed reading my thoughts and getting a little glimpse into my brain. and if someone could tell me the answer to my "are sarah and davey twins" question i will love you forever please i am very curious.

anyway, drink water, get some rest, and i will see you all later. stay cool

[mr-1-2-3-4]

I wonder why Pixel is so desperate not for his phone to be looked through- @tw1nkee28 @pampanope

7-11 on the radio-“Graves where here but the door is locked and we can physically not get it open, we tried and Dawn almost broke his arm”

Graves on radio-“are there vents or something?”

7-11 looks around then spots a vent

7-11-“yes, a vent, but we don’t have Kit and Jack is busy patching up Dawn, I don’t think we have anyone with light enough gear or is short enough-”

7-11 pauses and slowly looks at Pixel, a smirk slowly forming under his mask

Graves-“need me to send someone over?”

7-11-“negative, I found the perfect little demon”

Pixel-“what?”

7-11-“come here I’ll give you a boost”

7-11 knelt down and looked at Pixel

Pixel-“I’m not doing that. can’t Switch go?”

7-11-“go. Or I’ll go through your history in front of all the shadows, right here right now.”

Pixel-“how, you don’t have my pho-”

7-11 takes Pixel’s phone out his pocket and holds it up, Pixel padded his own pockets to make sure 7-11 wasn’t fucking with him and then gave him the middle finger before walking over

Pixel put his foot on 7-11’s hands and 7-11 gave him a boost and Pixel climbed into the vent mumbling in Spanish

Jack-“you’re totally going to go through it while he’s up there?”

7-11-“yup yup~”

[jelicoxoxo]

TWST CHARACTERS AS CATS

Summary: Your favorite had embarrassingly made a mistake in potionology class, which ultimately resulted in them turning into a cat! They hunt you down to care for them, escaping their usual routine for the day.

Warnings: N/A. Can be seen platonic or romantic, OC friendly. No proofread cause i’ll wanna delete it

A/N: I’m posting this at 12AM, so if Leona’s looks or sounds sort of off(or OOC), it’s probably because I’m surviving off of insomnia and leftover energy from an energy burst (ADHD).

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(Heartslabyul) (Savanaclaw) (Octavinelle) (Scarabia) (Pomefiore) (Ignihyde) (Diasomnia)

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LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

- He was irritated. Extremely. All the time.

- See, Leona skipped the class that would have told him NOT to do X, Y, and Z. So what did he do when he came without that knowledge? yeah.

- At first, he was just grumpy as hell (whats new)

-But eventually he stopped caring, found a good hidden spot in the botanical garden and took the longest nap because nobody could even find him.

-Aside from you that is. You scooped up this pretty… large… brown tabby, and plopped him in your bag immediately after cooing in his grumpy face.

-only reason he didn’t hiss and scratch was because it was you, anyone else and they would have had their day ruined in seconds.

-You took him back with you and put him on your bed, staring at him as you thought of how you where going to go about this. You seriously thought he was just a regular cat, and that you could keep him.

-The first thing you attempted to do was give him cat food, and he turned his nose and walked away. Then, you tried a bath. That didn’t work since you turned around for literally 4 seconds and he was gone.

-You found him asleep on your bed after a while of looking, deciding to let him sleep while you switched your focus from him and his failed bath-time, to studying for this upcoming history test.

-While you where writing, you look up and leona is SNORING on your bed, not the perfectly normal tabby cat you thought you had brought home.

RUGGIE BUCCHI

-“the fuck do I do now” for a moment.

-He wonders if this is how Leona feels on a regular, or if this is how Jack feels when he uses his signature spell.

-Escapes quickly and makes his way to wherever you are, running his body against your ankles with a sweet meow. You had absolutely no idea the little tan colored cat was him, crouching to pet him and pick him up, immediately accepting him as yours.

-refused to eat cat food, but ate UP whatever you cooked. He was so full after omg.

- cried while he had diarrhea. it was bad, he was so embarrassed, refuses to talk about it regardless of how long ago it was.

-he’ll play with and collect any toys you give him just because you bought them for him, and bring you one he wants you to throw. He has nothing else to do but be a cat, so why not?

- Brings back coins and thaumarks he finds on the ground anywhere and hides them in a pile somewhere for him to have when he turns back. Flicked his tail at you when you found his stash and SWATTED AT YOU when you tried getting near it.

- When he turned back, he came back only for his stash. Or so he said, because he hung around you for a good hour before going back to whatever business he had.

JACK HOWL

- His partner knocked the bottle over, which he tried to save it, and the potion wasn’t even the right one, so now he’s a cat.

- Wasn’t sure how to feel about being a wolf one moment and a cat the next

- He tried not to do anything that would irritate or upset you, but his CHATTERING.

- He will chatter even if theres nothing to chatter at, he’ll do it in your ear, at you, he just would not stop when he figured out he could do such a thing.

- He’ll stop doing anything IMMEDIATELY if you spray him with water, and will sulk for an hour after.

- Will bolt from one end of your dorm to the other. If you get him toy’s he’ll play with them, but not for long.

- ^ I say not for long because he eventually RUNS AWAY and explores twisted wonderland by himself as a cat, just to see what all he could do with this new kind of flexibility and agility.

- Stares at you while you do things while he sits on your desk. Not like he’s plotting something or anything, just observes you while you continue your routine.

- When his time as a cat was up, he was glad to be back, but also slightly disappointed when he thought of new things he could’ve done beforehand.

- He came back to you as his original beastman self(??) since he was out when it happened, and thanked you for anything you provided even if it was simply playing with him.

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WHEW.

[pseudochakra]

Bradley Bradshaw (10th grade)

Rating: Teen (language) Summary: Erica Barnett (world history and advanced placement US history) noticed one of her students was repeatedly missing her last class on Thursdays. She just didn't know why. But his parents would be at the spring recital. Erica just doesn't know which man is the student's dad Tags: POV outsider, misunderstandings, fluff

The spring recital went off without a hitch. Four different bands (6th grade, 7th/8th grade, high school, and jazz), the high school choir, plus a handful of other acts. Nobody forgot their sheet music; nobody got sick. Erica considered that a win.

She wasn't the music teacher. Oh no. Erica couldn't carry a tune; she was just a history teacher. She drew the metaphorical short straw and helped the music teachers set up. Not that she minded. Plus, some of the choir girls had practically begged Erica to attend.

Erica had a secret third motive too. Bradley Bradshaw. He had a piano solo, and he'd been skipping her class. Not every single class; every Thursday class. For the whole semester. He was still passing the class, despite missing the latest project and half of his homework. Nobody in the office had any idea why. He had only started skipping his last class on Thursdays in November.

Erica's prevailing theory was that the teen just wanted to go home early. His world history class was the last one of the day. A lot of kids cut their last class. Bradley wasn't special. He'd been sent home with reprimands for his parents to sign. They never came back. The phone usually went unanswered at the house. Which was weird because last year, Mrs. Bradshaw had been to every single parent-teacher conference.

"You know," Brian Davis (algebra and geometry) hummed one morning in the teachers' lounge, "I've never even met Bradshaw's dad. And I had him in homeroom last year too. It's always his mom at conference time."

"A man has definitely answered the phone at the house a few times," Lauren Jacobs (office) pointed out.

"I've seen him get on a motorcycle with a man," Tina Lewis (10th & 12th grade English) said.

"The brunette who doesn't wear a helmet? I think I've seen the same guy pick him up in a car too."

"He doesn't wear a helmet? What an idiot," Brian rolled his eyes, "Enjoy the brain damage."

"Well, I hope his son wears one," Erica huffed.

"I've seen him pick Bradley up a few times," Jack Hartman (advanced placement literature) chimed in, "Bradley always has a helmet."

"I haven't seen the missus all year," Michelle Smit (biology and chemistry) said, "She was super involved with the PTA last year."

There were a few tired but agreeable murmurs from the teachers in the lounge.

"You think they'd know what's going on?" Erica wondered.

"No fucking way the PTA would tell us though," Barbara Gries (middle school social studies) laughed.

"None of his office notices have come back signed. But I think his dad is Navy," Lauren added.

"Makes sense," Michelle shrugged, sipping her coffee, "Bunch of parents are around here."

"Bradshaw got into it with the Knapp twins didn't he?" Brian asked.

"Mhmm, yeah," Lauren nodded, "But they hit first. Doug kicked them all off the basketball team."

Doug Rogers was the junior varsity basketball couch and one of the PE teachers.

"He has a piano solo at the recital," Rory Kellum (high school band director) said, "His mom never misses a concert."

"Is Bradley in band?" Erica asked.

"No, he must take private lessons. He's good though! And I always need help setting up the stage."

"Okay, sign me up. I was gonna go anyway."

Erica was just concerned. She had a big heart. That was part of why she wanted to be a teacher.

She spotted Bradley in the crowd of people leaving. He was with two men. Both brunettes.

"Mr. Bradshaw!" Erica called out.

The teen stopped first, then the adults. He turned around. The taller of the two adults had a camera.

"Hey, Ms. Barnett! Did you like the show?" Bradley grinned.

The taller of the two men with Bradley elbowed the other and mumbled something in his ear. The shorter rolled his eyes and smacked the other man in the chest.

"Your solo was great, Bradley," Erica told him.

"He's been practicing for months," the taller one said.

Bradley flushed and mumbled, "Shut up."

"Well, Mr. Bradshaw, we've been trying to contact you and your wife," Erica informed them.

The two men looked at each other, back to Erica, then back to each other. Erica frowned. Were neither of them Mr. Bradshaw? She glanced at their hands; neither of them had a ring. Idly, Erica wondered if they were together. It was extremely unconventional, but she had heard of that sort of thing. A gay man hooking up with a female friend to make a baby. Then the men raise the child or sometimes all three of the adults.

"You wanna be Mr. Bradshaw, Wood?" The shorter one asked, "You live there."

"I'm not his legal guardian, Mav," the other one, Wood, said, "This sounds like a legal guardian thing."

"Well, we don't know that," Mav scoffed.

Bradley didn't say anything.

Wood addressed Erica, "What'd he do?"

"Hollywood," Bradley groaned and rubbed his face.

"Well, he's had a ton of abscenes," Erica began.

"No I haven't!" Bradley protested.

It was an embellishment on her part. The adults narrowed their eyes at the teen. Erica felt bad. Students and parents started paying attention to the small group.

"Okay, not a ton," she corrected, "I'm sorry."

"I think we should talk about this somewhere else," Mav said, looking around at everyone else.

Erica nodded and led them to her classroom. She gestured for the men to sit. With a huff, Bradley flopped into a desk. The shorter man sat next to him. The taller one stood behind them, arms folded.

"I know your son has missed over half of his world history classes so far this semester," Erica began.

"And that's your class?" Wood clarified.

She blinked, a bit taken aback. Her room was covered in maps, flags, and the latest sophomore projects (World War II propaganda posters). But Erica nodded.

She continued, "The office has sent home notices with Bradley. Ones that need to be sighed and returned."

"And they never come home," Mav finished.

Erica nodded again. Bradley groaned and rested his head on the desk. She thumbed through her attendance records and listed off a few of the dates Bradley had missed. The men looked at each other. Bradley continued groaning.

"Those are all the days you've taken him to the hospital," Mav said.

It was Erica's turn to blush. Was Bradley sick? He didn't look sick. The office didn't have any doctor notes on record (that she knew of). Erica probably should have gotten some more information before she confronted the parents.

Wood leaned over and squeezed Bradley's shoulder. He crouched down on the boy's other side.

"Brad, you said it was fine," Wood mumbled.

"I'm not failing," Bradley huffed, still face first on the desk.

"Yeah, but the school needs to know where you are," Mav told him. He took the teenager's hand. "What if another one of those um…"

He fell silent. Erica shifted uncomfortably. A few weeks ago, there was a school shooting in Colorado. But Mav was right. The school needed to know where the students were in case there was an emergency.

"But I'm with Mom, so I'm fine," Bradley argued.

"The school clearly doesn't know that," Wood snorted.

"Wait, so are the notices from the office about his abscenes?" Mav asked.

"Um, some," Erica blinked.

Again, she wished she had more information.

"One of them was for a fight," Bradley mumbled.

"What was that?" Wood asked.

"Lift your head up, buddy," Mav instructed.

Bradley sighed, loudly, but lifted his head up. He repeated himself.

"A fight?!" the two men shouted.

"They started it!" Bradley snapped.

"When was this?" Mav demanded.

"Last year. Um in November."

"Is this why you got kicked off the basketball team?" Wood asked.

"You got kicked off the basketball team?!" Mav gasped, "You told Carole you quit!"

"Well, I couldn't tell Mom I got kicked off for fighting," Bradley rolled his eyes.

To be honest, Erica was starting to think neither of these men were Bradley's dad. They certainly acted like some type of parent. But the longer she looked at the three men, the more she noticed differences in their features. He could take after his mom. Erica couldn't really remember what she looked like though. Wood had called Mav the "legal guardian," but Wood seemed to know about the basketball team. Erica didn't want to keep speculating on the boy's home life.

"Excuse me," she cleared her throat.

The trio stopped arguing and looked at her.

"I think I should keep having this conversation just with Mr. Bradshaw," Erica said.

The adults looked at each other. Hopefully, she would figure out what happened from the man who remained. Except both of them stood up.

"Bud, you wanna stay here and keep talking to your teacher?" Wood asked.

Erica was even more confused. Bradley looked at her. His mouth opened into an "oh" shape.

"These guys aren't my dad," the teenager said, "There's no uh I'm the only Mr. Bradshaw."

"Oh," Erica blinked.

"Oh! No, uh, fuck. Sorry! Pete Mitchell," Mav Pete stood up and came over to shake Erica's hand.

"Rick Neven," Wood Rick said. He didn't move away from Bradley.

"Legal guardian," Pete pointed to himself.

"Boyfriend," Rick pointed to himself.

Oh. Oh. Well, Erica wasn't terribly far off. They were a couple and they had adopted Bradley! At least one of them had.

"Okay, well," Rick stood up again, "I guess I need to inform the office when I'm pulling him from class then?"

Erica reeled herself back in and nodded, "Yes. We have a new policy. The kids need to be checked out by an approved adult. You can list up to four."

"That's good," Pete said.

"All this was sent home with your uh Bradley."

Both the men looked at Bradley. He set his head back down and groaned.

"I'll come in Monday," Pete said, "Will that work? To fill out whatever for the policy?"

"Yeah, of course," Erica nodded.

"We're probably gonna keep pulling him from your class," Rick said, "So is he missing any work?"

Erica pointed to the wall behind them, "The only thing I'm missing is our latest project. It was just due today."

"I started it," Bradley mumbled.

"Are those World War II posters?" Pete asked with a grin.

"Did you finish it?" Rick asked the teenager.

"Yes," Erica said with a nod.

"No," Bradley grumbled.

"Okay, buddy. Head up," Pete squeezed his shoulder.

Bradley sat up properly.

"I won't even count it late if you can get it to me by Wednesday," Erica told Bradley.

"Okay," he sighed, "Thanks, Ms. Barnett."

"May I ask why you're signing him out of my class every day?" Erica asked the men.

"You didn't tell the school?" Rick frowned.

Erica wasn't sure who he was talking to. Pete or Bradley. Both of them shrank in the desks under Rick's glare. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Carole, his mom, has cancer. All those missed classes are chemo or doctor appointments," Pete explained, "We uh… I sent him with a note. Which I now see didn't make it."

"Oh," Erica said quietly, "I'm sorry to hear that."

"We will talk about the missing notes at home," Pete sighed, "Thank you, Ms. Barnett."

"Yeah, of course."

"So is the poster the only thing he's missing?" Rick asked.

It wasn't. Erica looked at Bradley's sad doe eyes. She was such a sucker, but worksheets could be filled out at any time.

She nodded, "So far. He's otherwise pretty dilligent about his work. I'll get everything we'll do on Thursdays together for him to take home on Wednesdays. That is if neither of you mind helping him?"

Bradley's eyes widened, and he mouthed "thank you." Erica smiled back.

"No of course we'll help him," Rick said.

"I uh I can come in during lunch sometimes," Bradley offered.

Erica felt like a bobblehead with how much she was nodding, "We can get together Monday after class and talk about that, okay?"

"Okay."

"Do you need anything else from us, Ms. Barnett?" Pete asked.

"Um, no. That was everything. Thank you for your time," Erica said.

"C'mon, buddy," Rick tapped Bradley's shoulder.

The other two followed Bradley out into the hall. Erica waited at her desk for a few minutes. There was a knock on her door. Erica expected it to be one of Bradley's… adult men. It was Lauren and Tina. Erica waved them in; they closed the door.

"So?" Tina raised her eyebrow, drawing out the sound.

Erica exhaled, "So there is no Mr. Bradshaw. There's a Pete Mitchell, legal guardian, Rick Neven, boyfriend, and Carole Bradshaw, mother."

Both women made a surprised noise.

"Pete Mitchell, legal guardian, is coming in Monday to fill out some stuff in the office."

"Like what?" Lauren asked, hopping up on Erica's desk to sit.

Tina followed suit.

"The student check-out forms at least. I think he's gonna drop off some stuff to excuse Bradley on Thursdays."

"Oooh, why?" Tina asked.

Erica glanced at her closed door and leaned in to whisper, "His mom has cancer. Bradley's been going to her appointments with her on Thursdays."

Both women cooed, "Aw."

"She's such a sweet lady," Lauren sighed.

"He's such a good kid too," Tina said.

They sat there in silence for a minute.

"Did you hear about Michelle's husband?" Lauren whispered, "She caught him with their babysitter."

"Oh my God," Erica exclaimed.

"No fucking way! Doesn't Beth Williams babysit for them? She's in my second period senior English," Tina gasped.

"She just turned 18," Lauren shook her head.

"Oh my fucking God!"

"What's Michelle gonna do?" Erica asked.

Lauren shrugged, "I have no fucking idea."

"I'd divorce his ass," Tina shook her head.

"She can't get divorced," Erica said, "She's Catholic."

"Well, she could!"

"She won't then," Lauren sighed bitterly.

"Fucking sick."

"Horrible!"

"Oh, guess what else I heard," Lauren said, wiggling her eyebrows.

[slonekaru]

Old QL Game

Rules: Think about the oldest BLs you've ever watched. They have to have been released prior to 2020. Now name 5 - 10 iconic scenes that you cannot forget.

Tagged by @negrowhat

God dammit, I've slept since then! How am I supposed to remember!!

I think BL really hit is stride in 2019 so most are from that time. But I'm going to include a few shows that aren't strictly what falls into BL territory but QL and general LGBTQ+ as they are older

Until we meet Again (2019)

WinTeam my beloveds. I adore you to this day.

I have a couple of scenes that I adore and they are actually from the same episode. It's episode 13 where they go on the later swim team trip. The iconic 'you can be afraid of anything but not my feelings for you. Be brave about it' moment and then the later scene where Pharm spots Teams hickey and Team looks so afronted where as Win licks his lips and looks so pleased with himself!

HiStory 3: Trapped (2019)

Jack and Zhao Zi my beloveds! Who can forget them.

They had some cracking moments. The first kiss, they crying on the steps, the random kidnapping and feeding your kidnap victim.

But one scene that always cracks me up is when Zhao Zi is putting up CCTV cameras at Tang Yi house and ends up feeling Jack up because he has a thing for muscles. (To be fair I'm pretty sure we would all like to do that to Andy Bian) They then both end up in the pool with Zhao Zi enraptured by Jack tight white T-Shirt (again I feel you boy)

HiStory 3: Make Our Days Count (2019)

Also known as the show that shall not be named

Two scenes I love.

Bo Xiangs' and Zhi Gangs' first time in the gym showers is one of the best sex scenes. You really feel the 'oh this is the right moment' feeling. And I like the build up, plus Bo Xiangs' stunned looking face at the fact it is happening

The second is when Bo Xiang's cousin decides to have the safe sex talk with Zhi Gang. Gets me every time. The awkwardness of it all, Zhi Gang realising what the talk is about, the sliding of the condoms across the counter and finally Bo Xiang hanging on to the window like a spider monkey!

He's Coming to Me (2019)

I don't know why but Thun's coming out scene in this show really hits me in the feels. Ohm is so baby here but he does such a good job. It's such a build up to this moment.

Also I had forgotton this was actually a short series with only 8 eps.

3 Will be Free (2019)

One of the few poly shows we have and honestly it's still a struggle to find them now so this show really was before it's time!

I think the kiss on the beach and hug is pretty iconic. I still see the gifts floating around now! In fact it was the easiest gif to find.

Advance Bravely (2017)

Do not come at me about this.

It's based on a BL and they got a lot through the censorship. It was so fucking gay. Someone really needs to let Gong Jun kiss some men! Plus well done to them for finding an actor that can make JunJun look small.

Anyway who can forget when Yuan Zong is at Xia Yao's having a shower and hears someone breaking in before he flings himself on top of Xia Yao in bed with a hand over his mouth. It was definitely a 'I hope this doesn't awaken anything in me' moment! Queue the slow motion fight in the rain while shirtless.

And whatever gay little moment this was. Actually I'm tempted to rewatch this disaster of a show!

Queer as Folk US (2000)

I was god damn obsessed with this show in the early 2000 after watching the original late 90's UK version.

I think that the first time Brian sees Justin is so fucking iconic it's unreal. The street lamp meet, the lighting, Darude Sandstorm playing. Fuck I can't hear that song to this day without thinking of this scene.

Sure Justin, we all believed you came from The Meathook

For anyone that's not watched this series I implore you to do so. It has so many iconic moments you can't list them all.

Shelter (2007)

Not a series but an excellent queer film.

Again of you've never watched it you should definitely give it ago.

Basically hard up guy gives up college to help raise his sisters kid. He reconnects with his best friends older brother who encourages him to live his life for himself while they fall in love.

The first kiss is tentative, yet casual. There is no immediate freak out, although that does kinda come later.

The Untamed (2019)

It's a BL, we all know it

Drunkji my beloved. I love you in all forms. I think your chicken stealing goes down in history. Your criminal side really comes out with some booze.

And who can forget your 'bitch are you serious' face. When Wei Wuxian asks your very gay ass if you like a girl while being stuck in a cave together with a killer turtle.

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