#it literally would not be the same without you /pos

[edwardallenpoe]

wait. Wait. What. People are saying that??? Have they WATCHED Good Omens????

Aziraphale is SOOO intelligent. He is SO compassionate, he is so kind, hell, he can PHYSICALLY FEEL EMOTIONS (take his reaction at the nun/training facility) and yes, he is totally autistic coded and the way he processes and expresses emotions are affected by both his TRAUMA (did we forget about the SIX THOUSAND+ YEARS OF TRAUMA THAT ANGEL HAS PACKED IN HIM???) and neurodivergent traits. Not only does that affect him, but, like, up until the end of the first season, he was completely and utterly tied to Heaven and the threat of damnation and destruction loomed not only above his head but Crowley's, and even though they're technically not employed by heaven and hell, they still have that lurking fear that heaven/hell can pop up any moment, and season two's WHOLE PLOT is trying to not get destroyed by heaven/hell!! Sure, Aziraphale might not know about The Book Of Life, but he damn well knows that he could FALL, or GET BURNED BY HELLFIRE (see s1's trial where Crowley and Aziraphale stood in for each other) he may not know the specifics, but he knows enough, and he's doing his best, and what he perceives as "the best" is pushing Crowley away and sacrificing his life on earth to go to heaven to try and make a difference.

If Aziraphale is emotionally intelligent, literally everyone has no chance.

I've seen people talk about Aziraphale having 'no emotional intelligence' and being a bad person/hating on him for the final fifteen/etc. HELLO? That final scene was all of his religious trauma (or whatever the equivalent is in angel terms) being pushed to the front because of his decision. Also no emotional intelligence??? Okay. Okay. Yeah, the incredibly autistic-coded character has "no emotional intelligence"? Not cool to say that imo. Aziraphale is insanely emotionally intelligent, but also struggles with six THOUSAND years of trauma and yearning and fear. I'm so passionate about understanding Aziraphale's decision and not hating him for it because it was necessary. Sorry this is so ramble-y, but it's kinda late and I needed to talk about something Good Omens related. Also it made me angry as an autistic Good Omens fan who loves that so many people agree Aziraphale is autistic.

[least-transmcytshowdown]

Evil Xisuma:

Submitted for: Hermitcraft

Headcanons: Transmasc Demi-boy, he/they

Propaganda: Canonically uses he/they

“Their voice is deepened by a voice changer, even though they wear the same helmet as Xisuma, which could hint at them purposefully adding a voice changer in order to have a deeper voice.”

“Evil Xisuma bites you if you misgender them (They also bite you if you properly gender them) (They bite).”

“THEY'RE SO NON GENDER CONFORMING CODED.”

“We have he/they on canon for a reason, a very evil transgender swag reason 🏳️‍⚧”

TibbyCaps:

Submitted for: Artimators SMP

Headcanons: Transmasc, he/him

Propaganda: Transmasc irl

“[The submitter is] here for Tibby and Tibby only please make him win. He's literally trans and also really cool.”

“PLEASE, IF HE WINS AGAINST XB [the submitter] WILL COSPLAY HIM.”

“His shield in Artimators is a trans flag!”

“Vote Tibbycaps, [the submitter is] going insane, because, yes, not only he is irl trans. But how does everyone miss that he just is trans??? [They] don't even know how to describe it. Like, he just feels so trans. As a person. The gender is strong with him. Even if he were cis he'd still be trans. Does that make sense? Like. Augggg [they don’t know] how to actually. Put this into words. [They] can't handle this, Tibby is the best, most transest, he deserves to win this!!”

“Tibby is the awesomest!! Vote for Tibby, his art is so, so cool and awesome!! Also he's the transiest trans to ever. Trans. And that's coming from a trans person >:3”

“Tibby isn't a trans man, he's the man that transed up. Or trans that manned up. Either way, vote Tibbycaps.”

“Vote Tibbycaps!!!! He's [the submitter’s] favorite youtuber and he is so cool and awesome :D He's so trans the energy just. Exudes off of him. Like you can't hear him talk for more than five seconds without going "Yea that guys trans" /pos. Go watch Tibbycaps if you wanna see for yourself. Sub to Tibby”

“Tibbycaps is so trans he could be like "I'm the trans fairy, fairy of the trans," and [the submitter would] be like “Yes Tibby, you're so right Tibby. Vote Tibbycaps.”

“Tibbycaps is the bestttttt, vote Tibbycaps! Hes:

-trans, like so trans

-autism (boy autism (<-/ref))

-such a good artist!!

-fucking HILARIOUS

-makes such good videos

-has good vibes all around

-[the submitter’s] comfort streamer”

[paracosmicka]

i've contemplated sending u an ask here for like 2 days regarding ur sonadow art and oufhgh i have to say it is so,, so gentle like the intimacy and softness of it all/pos i hardly see artists that explore the intimate cuddly drawings without the sexual coding so finding your art is so nice?? like refreshing nice as an aroace person bc in my perfect world, many little guys are just cat coded and it's so so cool to me to have found ur art out in the wild also for the mpreg stuff youre literally one of the most normal ppl i've seen draw/bring it up lol, i'm aware so many ppl like to meme on it or make it a fetish which tbh is pretty transphobic, so i'm just really glad you steered it away from that direction and displayed it as something normal and gentle given the context of the au/lh

first off thank you this is such a nice message and i love that people also feel the vibes of soft and intimate from my sonadow art that’s my only ever goal whenever i drew them 😭😭

second off FELLOW AROACE PERSON ACQUIRED 🫵‼️like omg you get it i love thinking about ships in a cat coding way if that makes sense but especially sonadow bc they’re animals so i just love thinking about them as little guys i can put in my pocket just like my cat

like idk if this is an aroace thing bc i don’t hear it described in a way that i relate to exactly so this might just be me but basically: i’ve always loved romance and ships in fiction but as i got older i slowly realized that i don’t think i can feel it for myself. which kinda made me sad at first because the idea of having a partner always seemed so nice, that was the main reason i didn’t think i was aroace at first because i thought i had always wanted to be in a relationship. i did some research and looked into different identities on the aroace spectrum, and thought that cupioromantic was probably the most accurate to what i was feeling, but later didn’t feel like it applied to me because i think the “enjoys the idea of being in a relationship” doesn’t fit right? ig?? idk how to describe it other than i like the idea of relationships, but it took me awhile to realize that i didn’t really want to apply myself in one if that makes sense.

most likely there’s a thing or word out there that already exists to describe that and i just haven’t been looking up the right terms, but basically this is just a very very long way of saying that i feel like whenever i get into a ship it sorta..…attaches?? to my very identity or something?? like i know people can be like “this is my OTP i love them forever and think about them literally all the time” and it’s like YES that’s me but also feels like an understatement, like all of my past hyperfixations on ships are literally ingrained into my soul even i’m not that into them anymore. and i know people compare hyperfixations to relationships and tbh that’s probably the most accurate description but again, that feels like an understatement.

okay honestly idk where i’m going with this i think what i’m TRYING to say is that i feel like because i can’t feel romance for myself my appreciation for ships feels so much more…emphasized, and sonadow is like the longest consistent hyperfixation i’ve ever had on a ship and at that point usually when something has been a “hyperfixation” for 2+ plus years i put it on the special interest display case in my brain except that display case has only ever had like hobbies and fandoms themselves, never an actual fictional relationship that i’m obsessed with but here we are. it might be the development of brain has synched up with this specific hyperfixation but sonadow is the first ship that makes me feel genuinely happy to this degree. it doesn’t make me sad to think about them and also go “aw i’m sad because i’ve never felt that way about another person and probably won’t experience that ever” in the exact same way you would go “aw i’m going to be dead someday” when you think about the fact that you’re alive right now and conscious and exist and have a mini existential crisis of the week. like sonadow doesn’t do that to me, i really just love those stupid fucking gay hedgehogs so much they’ve actually changed the entire layout of my brain and all the neurons and shit they’re everything to me.

ANYWAY JESUS CHRIST sorry for the ramble uhhhh lemme know if you or any other aroace people know what the fuck i was trying to say there hope you’re doing well and also happy new year!!!

[ruchalus]

Airing my Grievances about the Star Wars fandom right now

So a lot people are upset and being rather transphobic about Sister, the transgender clone trooper from 2022 now recently getting official art. I'm just going to make a short post to air my own grievances about the complaints.

"Kaminoans would turn her into protein paste for being defective"

Clone Trooper 99 was defective and was still utilized. He died with honor while fighting alongside his brothers.

"Kaminoans would never use defective clone troopers"

Chances are you never watched the Bad Batch or paid attention to anything outside the pew pews.

"All clones are male"

Omega from Bad Batch

"Clone troopers are all made to be the same and not be distinct"

Literally in the first episode of the Clone Wars series, Yoda points out how despite being clones, each one is unique. This is pre-Disney buyout of Lucasfilm, no excuses here. (0:38 seconds in)

I'm not trans or in the LGBTQ community so take what I say next with a grain of salt (I'm your basic cishet male).

If anything, my only complaint is that I feel the color on her armor is a bit too on the nose. I had a similar problem with The Acolyte with Osha being all "Is he, or they, with us?". Just keep it to the point and natural and ask "Are they with us?"

I just feel the colors are a bit too on the nose are these are earth trans-flag colors (or close to it). While purples and blues are one of my favorite color schemes, why are we using earth-trans colors? Or perhaps a short backstory for the significance of these colors to Sister?

Just keep it in plain sight without having to draw it out. The trans Twi'lek from Book of Boba Fett is a good example.

But yeah if you're misgendering her and referring to her as "it", then you're a pos and can go jump in a Sarlacc pit.

That is my take on the current Star Wars discourse going on. Transphobia sucks and those complaining about this haven't really paid attention to the messages in Star Wars whatsoever.

[prapaiwife]

ThamePo and the romance of it all aka just my take lol 💙🤍

Now that thamepo has ended I feel the romance was so beautifully done. And it wasn't always the loudest it was more so subtle and quiet. Even in the unspoken moments where the actions were literally just speaking for themselves.. but it's a type of romance I would love for myself. Like something as simple as walking! the walks with someone special to you are the ones that you can just talk for hours to the point where you just want to go to endless loop and not make it to your destination lol. For simply just showing up when someone doesn't think you would for them but you prove them wrong. To ease that doubt because you know that they overthink you know that they have been through. So you try your best to make sure that your partner knows how much you care about their feelings. You care about the things that they deeply love and care about. And most importantly you care about how you make them feel. Or even something that I think is probably one of my favorites and that is simply letting that person know that it is okay to express whatever they are feeling to you. And that they shouldn't feel any hesitancy to do so. No matter what it is cause it all can't always be good it's all going to vary in relationships and that is okay. It's okay to say that it's not that it's okay to feel frustrated it's okay to feel upset. Then the wanting and longing in the yearning to just want to be around someone all the time.

And even behind the romance aspect as a whole the whole essence of it being just about having all that you wanted. Whether it's your dream job or anything you strived for to prove to others or to prove to yourself that you were able to do it. The moment you claim it and it feels so thrilling. But even so having what you wanted it can be lonely and without having someone in your corner being your driving force being your support your comfort your own sanctuary is actually the most rewardable part. Some of us have the most mundane of jobs that are not the most interesting or even necessarily like but it helps you get by and that's okay. But the thing about the show is they tell you that having a dream is good and all and being able to live your dream is great as well. But if it's not adding to your life and instead it's becoming your whole entire life and you start to realize that it's not the phone you and your needs and it's okay to not want that for yourself anymore. Sometimes you have to go back to square one and start over like Po or Thame cuz life isn't a race even as much as the world makes it seem like it is. And even when you find someone who doesn't necessarily have to be a romantic partner but just people in your life who understand your pace who are even maybe so going through the same motion as you, those are the people that you clean and hold close to.

[cowardlybean]

HEY GUYS. You know what you should do. You should read “But Who Will Scare The Crows Away?” by @bandtrees and @sammisafetypin

(Image without Mogami, original version, and my reaction to a specific dialogue I KNOW ITS ABOUT THE ACCIDENT I SWEAR I SWE)

where do I BEGIN. Y’all yanked me around with suspense everywhere and by GOD was I jumping at literally ANYTHING I could possibly imagine connecting (immediately with that segment with Reigen and Mob in chapter 2 I thought Mogami’s corpse would be in the attic. For some reason. Also I was fully expecting any of the Awakening Lab kids to meet a Horrible Horrible fate COUGH And Who Is Killing Me? COUGH or even Teru COUGH The Water Ran Clean COUGH) and because of that recommendation I was just WAITING for what would happen to Reigen

good lord shit sure did happen!!!!!!! Absolutely IMMACULATE horror it’s going in the favorites list BRAVO BRAVO I will never EVER be the same after this (/pos)

anyway now that you’ve made it this far, here’s what I hid! - Chilchuck and Marcille chalk art: a reference to Built On Sin

Cat and Frog playground toys: the white cat from mogamiland and the frog that Ritsu accidentally kills early on in the fic

Crow: yknow. Mogami

and that’s. Kinda it!!! Go wild

[aylacavebear]

Innuendos

Hunting with the brothers had been interesting at first. You were used to hunting alone, thanks to what you were. But when you crossed their path on a werewolf case, and after several hours of convincing, they decided to give you a chance. Luckily, Cas had helped on that front; the only angel you were friends with happened to be their friend as well. Two months later, they offered you a room in the bunker that was their home. Here it was, six months later, and you’d been trying and failing, to catch Dean’s eye.

Word Count: 4693

Dean x OC Reader/You

Warnings: Lots of Innuendos, some Fluff, some Angst, Dean being Dean (yes, this is a warning).

AN: Sorry I don't have the next Soulmate chapter up but wanted to give everyone something today. I hope you all like this one.

----------------------------------------- It was late afternoon, but being in the bunker, you couldn’t tell, thanks to the lack of windows. The library mostly quiet, the occasional clicking of keys from Sam’s laptop or the turning of the pages from the book in front of you. Dean was leaned back in his chair, flipping through another book, sipping a glass of whiskey like he didn’t have a care in the world.

You glanced up at him without moving, knowing the motion would have pulled his attention. The man was infuriating you. For the last month, you had done everything you could think of to get his attention. Bed shorts hadn’t worked, no matter what top you had paired them with. An elegant black evening gown paired with simple heels for a case hadn’t even earned you more than a single compliment.

Not even regular jeans with any top worked, either. I need something sweet. The moment you moved to get up, you felt both their eyes on you, but you ignored it and headed into the kitchen. In the freezer, hiding in the back behind the vegetables, were your freezer pops. You licked your lips, pulling out one of your favorite flavors. 

After slipping off the plastic covering and throwing it away, you slipped the chilled deliciousness between your lips and returned to your seat in the library, not even glancing at the brothers. You held the stick in your hand but would occasionally let go of it to turn the next page, holding it carefully in your mouth between your lips. 

Dean hadn’t moved when you returned to the library, but now his eyes were on you and the way you slid that popsicle in and out of your mouth between your soft lips. It was the only time he couldn’t keep his eyes off you, imagining something else between your lips. He’d spent the last six months trying to keep things to just friendship, just hunting, but you were making it utterly difficult for him.

Those damned sleep shorts of yours always made his cock stir, and he had to deliberately think of anything, but you pinned under him on any surface. It was that dress that had taken his breath away. He lost track of the demon they were supposed to be watching three different times that night, watching you just mingle with the other people there. The things you wore daily, though, that was where he was having the hardest time, literally. Your jeans hugged your curves in all the right places, sending his mind on tangents he knew he shouldn’t be having.

And to top things off, you were teasing him with a fucking popsicle. He swore you were doing it on purpose. Dean couldn’t give in, though, not after all the shit he gave Sam after the Ruby incident, even if you were nothing like her. You weren’t a demon, and you weren’t attempting to start the apocalypse. Then there was the werewolf Sam had slept with, who tried to kill him that same night. When you noticed him staring at you, you popped the popsicle out of your mouth, your elbow leaning on the table next to the book. “You okay?” 

Your voice instantly pulled Dean from his thoughts, clearing his throat and shifting in his seat, returning his gaze to his book. “Yup,” he replied, as casually as he could manage with what was going through his head, thanks to that popsicle and your lips.

Your brows dipped, now curious as to why he’d been staring at you. Was he just zoning off in my direction? He didn’t look back over at you, though. The way his nose was stuck in that book almost made you wonder if he had an issue of Busty Asian Beauties hiding inside. Just before the popsicle could drip, you stuck your tongue out, catching the drop before it could fall, then sucked on it sideways to get some extra juices.

The movement was not lost on Dean, but this time, you caught his gaze and the hunger in his eyes, which had nothing to do with the popsicle. It’s about fucking time, you thought to yourself as you deliberately teased him while sucking on your popsicle. All the while, you kept your attention on the book before you. 

Sam glanced between the two of you, wondering just how much longer his brother was going to manage to hold out. It wasn’t like your advances had been subtle, while at the same time, you weren’t throwing yourself at him, either. He’d confronted his brother about it a few times, but Dean always responded the same way, brushing the topic aside. 

While helping the two with research, your mind was in two places: the case and how you were going to tease the hell out of Dean until he couldn’t take it anymore. It wasn’t that you only wanted sex from him. If that was all you wanted, you would have just picked up some random guy from a bar for a night. Near dinner time, you needed to give your eyes a break. You’d been reading for hours and no closer to finding the information you’d been looking for. Dean let his gaze follow you to the kitchen, watching as your hips swayed gently as you walked, unable to keep from licking his lips.

“How long do you plan on ignoring her?” Sam asked without looking up from his laptop.

Dean’s head snapped to his brother, realizing he hadn’t been nearly as sly about watching you as he thought he had. “I don’t know what you mean,” deciding to play dumb on this one.

Sam chuckled, “Dude, she likes you. She has for a while. Why not-” 

“Don’t,” Dean cut him off in that tone that typically meant to drop the topic.

“I’m just saying,” Sam continued, ignoring Dean’s tone and finally looking over at him. “She’s nice. Plus, you two have a lot in common. What the hell are you so worried about?”

Dean sighed, knowing Sam wasn’t going to drop this, and straightened up in his chair. “She’s a Touched. I can’t.”

Sam just shook his head. “Really? That’s what this is about. She’s not human, so you won’t go past being just friends?” 

Dean set the book down, then picked up his drink, tossing it back and finishing it off, wishing it would help the thoughts in his head stop. “It’s one thing to be friends with certain supernatural creatures. It’s another to…” he paused, glancing briefly to the kitchen. “It’s just not right. She should be with her own kind.” There was a hint of longing in his tone that Sam didn’t miss.

“Kinda hard since she’s the only one of her kind,” Sam sighed, returning his attention to his laptop and the research at hand.

Of course, he’d have to say that. Now I feel guilty. Dean had hoped they’d find others like you, but even Cas had confirmed that you were alone. He also knew you couldn’t have a normal relationship with just anyone. The thought of you in a relationship with someone made his stomach twist in a weird way, and he didn’t like it.

It wasn’t much longer after that when you returned to the library, but you didn’t sit down. “I’m gonna go watch a movie, then hit the sack.” You had a sucker in your hand, then cupped your tongue before sucking on it for a moment, only barely keeping Dean in your peripheral view.

When his eyes found you, he clenched his jaw. She’s definitely doing it on purpose. He’d never wanted to be a sucker so badly in his life, the way you twisted it over your tongue, sucking it into your mouth, then pulling it halfway out to rest between your lips. Then, you’d do it all over again. Dean shifted slightly in his seat, trying to relieve the growing pressure against his jeans. Damnit woman.

“Alright. See you in the morning,” Sam replied nonchalantly, finally glancing over at you. An amused half-smirk found his lips when he saw the sucker, then he turned away, shaking his head a bit. She knows. Dean’s in trouble now. 

“Sleep well,” Dean coughed out, leaning his arms on the table and attempting to focus on the book again. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he was conflicted. He wanted to be closer to you, but at the same time, it scared the shit out of him.

You smirked, knowingly, “Night, guys. Don’t stay up all night.” And with that, you headed to your room, a light skip to your step. Sam just waved you on while Dean watched you walk away.

Once in your room, you changed into sleep shorts and a slightly baggy shirt, your favorite pajama combination for comfort. You got comfortable on your bed with your laptop, pulled up a movie, and enjoyed it while thinking of all the new ways you were going to tease Dean until he gave in enough for you to confront him.

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Over the next month, you took every opportunity you could find with every item of food that you could eat in any sort of teasing way. The man had a stubborn streak, and now it was a battle of wills. Who would give in first? Him out of sexual frustration, or you out of just sheer frustration of feeling invisible to him.

There were all sorts of foods that you managed to find. Pickles had been interesting to tease him with, sucking the juices out while also needing to suck the juices off of it. Then there were bananas. Dean did his damnest not to watch or let you catch him watching, but he wasn’t always as slick as he tried to be. 

You kept suckers on hand, even keeping one or two in the pockets of your jeans to easily tease him at any given moment. One time, you thought you heard him groan before he shifted in his seat, but even with your hearing, it was nearly inaudible. Sam was doing his best to keep his composure, finding the entire thing hilarious while also wanting the two of you to be happy. Any utensil you ate with, you made sure to wrap your lips carefully around each bite. Strawberries and whipped cream had been fun to eat in front of him, even if he didn’t seem to be reacting outwardly much. You could smell the change in his scent, smirking slightly. Dean thought it had been difficult before to keep his thoughts in check, but now you were making it utterly impossible. He had lost count of how many times he’d had to take care of himself due to the way you were teasing him, incessantly these days. You had even managed to make eating bacon look far more delicious than just the flavor of it. He really wasn’t sure how much longer he could last before he finally snapped, mainly from sexual frustration and the fears that wouldn’t leave him.

Sam had finally had enough of it and needed a break a week into the second month. “I’m heading out to make a supply run,” he stated, already heading toward the garage.

“I’ll go with you,” Dean told him quickly, rising from where he sat in the library.

“No. You’re gonna stay here. I need a break from this- whatever it is between you and Y/N.” Sam stated bluntly, not even slowing down before disappearing into the garage, leaving Dean where he stood between the library and the war room. Thankfully for Dean, you were currently in the Dean Cave watching a movie.

With a huff, he returned to his seat and his drink, lost in thought. Things between the two of you had gotten quite tense. He just had no idea what the right course of action was. You were a supernatural creature, a Touched. He wasn’t supposed to get closer than friendship, and that was what he constantly told himself. It was far easier than letting the emotions surface that terrified him.

“Where’s Sam,” your voice behind him made him jump. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

Dean took a deep breath. He didn’t want to turn around, not with what you’d chosen to wear for the day. Those damned cut-off jean shorts and the tank top that hugged your curves and accentuated the plumpness of your breasts. It was driving him up the wall, even if he wasn’t letting it show.

“He went on a supply run,” he replied without looking over at you, sipping his whiskey and attempting to focus on his laptop. When you heard the frustration in his tone, you went over and sat adjacent to him, watching him for a few moments. “You okay?” concern laced into your words, pulling Dean’s gaze. The two of you were friends, after all.

The way your hair dipped partially over your shoulders, framing your face, made his breath hitch in his chest. Then there was the softness in your eyes, a stark contrast to the look you typically gave him when you would tease him. “Yeah. Just hope he doesn’t forget the pie this time,” Dean replied, trying to keep his thoughts from wandering.

Something in the way he looked at you made you tilt your head a bit, like there was something he wanted to say but was refusing to. “Why don’t you like me like you do human women?” you finally asked him, figuring now was as good a time as any to broach the topic.

It was the question he didn’t want to answer. Hell, how could he without sounding like a complete jerk? Dean had thought about it far too frequently since meeting you, and it only got worse as the days passed. “I don’t know what you mean,” he played dumb, trying to bide for time.

You deadpanned at his response, knowing he was playing dumb, but at the same time, not sure you wanted to call him on. With a sigh, you looked away from him, ignoring the hurt his words had brought. “Never mind,” you mumbled before just walking away, which had Dean cursing under his breath.

Two weeks later, it was your turn to go on a supply run, and god knew you needed to get out of the bunker before you went stir-crazy. There hadn’t been a single case, and it was driving you crazier than it was the brothers. Once you left, though, Sam was going to take the opportunity to confront his brother.

Dean was scrolling through a webpage, looking for a case on his laptop, sipping a glass of whiskey, and thankful you had been the one to go out. He needed a breather from you, even if you had stopped teasing him with anything you put in your mouth. At the moment, he was desperately trying to push aside the thought of you sucking on a popsicle. 

Sam was only partially paying attention to what he was scrolling through, glancing often at his brother, carefully debating his words before finally leaning back in his seat. “So, what’s up with you and Y/N?” 

The sudden break in the silence made Dean jump, “Nothing’s up. We’re friends and hunting partners,” he answered absentmindedly, not wanting to talk about it.

Crossing his arms, Sam continued watching him, wondering if he could get to the truth Dean was clearly hiding. “I’ve seen the way she looks at you. She likes you.” Dean gave Sam a dumb look, like he had no idea what he was talking about. Playing stupid was easier than arguing with him right now, at least for Dean. “No she doesn’t. She’s just naturally nice,” he countered, as it wasn’t a complete lie. You were naturally nice, to everyone.

“You really are an idiot,” Sam sighed, shaking his head. “That, or you’re playing dumb.” He met his brother's gaze, determined to get him to see the truth. “She likes you. She might even have a crush on you. I know you aren’t blind. Y/N has tried everything short of stripping in front of you to get your attention. What’s keeping you from seeing how things might go between the two of you? If only Sam knew that you’d almost done that, walking from the bathroom clad in only a towel on more occasions than Dean cared to admit to. “Just drop it, Sam.” Dean attempted to stop the conversation dead in its tracks. Sam just stared at his brother for a moment, debating his next set of words, carefully. “What are you so afraid of then? That you’ll lose her? She can’t die.” Dean practically glared at him, sucking his teeth as his jaw clenched slightly. “She may not be able to die, but that doesn’t mean a monster couldn’t use her to get to me.” “So, you’re going to take away her choice in the matter. If a monster wanted to use her, they already could because she hunts with us. Or did you forget about that part?” Sam countered, an almost proud, slightly smug smirk on his lips as he crossed his arms.

Far too many things went through Dean’s brain that he quickly dismissed letting out of his mouth. What argument could he use that Sam wouldn’t counter with some other sort of logic? Yeah, you were a Touched, a supernatural creature, but at the same time, you were so human. “I just can’t, alright,” Dean stated, but there was no conviction in his tone.

Sam’s expression softened as his heart went out to his brother’s plight. “Would you stop worrying about things you can’t control? I really think the two of you could be happy together. I wish you could see that.” The compassion in his words made Dean look away from him and back at the laptop.

Dean hated the logic his brother used and even though he was staring at the current webpage, looking for a case, his mind was elsewhere. He didn’t want to admit that he not only found you physically attractive but that you had one of the kindest souls he had ever met. Then, there was everything in between.

You were a smartass, sassy, stubborn, and confident. It was those moments when he had caught you purring that he had to fight against. The sound pulled at him, wanting to feel the vibrations against his body. He and Sam had both looked up information on cats, especially when you would sit on things that typically weren’t meant for sitting.

Dean ran a hand through his hair just as Sam opened his mouth again. “I know you don’t think you’re worth her affection or that somehow you’ll bring her down into your darkness. Personally, I think she’s exactly what you need, and you’re what she needs.” And with that, Sam went back to his laptop, letting Dean stew over the things he had said.

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The store had been far busier than your liking, but you did manage to get everything on the list. You weren’t much of a people person, but just being out of the bunker for a few hours had been precisely what you needed. A couple of guys flirted with you in the store, so you had flirted back, but left it at that. You didn’t want to admit that you more than liked Dean, feeling utterly stupid for falling for a hunter. When you pulled into the bunker’s garage and parked, you let your head fall against the top of the steering wheel. “Stupid emotions,” you mumbled as you turned off the engine with a sigh.

After taking a deep breath, you got out of your car and began grabbing the groceries, loading your arms up with several bags. You were trying not to be lost in your thoughts, but these days, that was nearly impossible, and when you stepped through the garage door, you bumped right into Dean.

He quickly reached out and held your upper arms to keep you from falling just as your eyes met his. “Sorry,” you quickly apologized, then moved past him toward the kitchen.

Dean followed you with his eyes as his brow furrowed slightly. To him, you seemed off. “Talk to her,” Sam told him in a hushed tone, walking past him into the garage to help unload.

An annoyed groan left Dean’s lips as he followed his brother, grabbing the last of the bags, but when he grabbed the last one, his heart fluttered. You hadn’t forgotten his pie. You never forgot his pie. That realization made his head snap up and to the garage door. Sam had been right, and it was in all the little things that had nothing to do with you teasing the hell out of him.

He sighed as his head fell a little, making his way into the kitchen to join you and Sam. The two of you were moving around each other as you both put things away. Sam teasing you at the moment because you were short and couldn’t reach to put the flour in the cabinet. Dean chuckled to himself as he set the bags down on the island, then began helping to put it all away.

Your focus was on the groceries, forcing yourself not to look at Dean. When he had kept you from stumbling earlier, you swore you had stopped breathing for a moment with as close as he was. Then there was the warmth of his hands through your flannel, and before you could let your mind or emotions wander, you had to pull away.

If I was human…

The thought made you frown as you put the six-pack of beer in the fridge. Just focus on the groceries, you kept telling yourself, and it helped you do just that. So much so that you didn’t notice Dean give his brother a look or that Sam had left the kitchen only moments later. You were focusing on the cereal at the moment, moving the open boxes so you could put the new ones in the back.

“Thanks, for remembering the pie,” Dean told you, both appreciative and tenderly.

“You’re welcome,” you replied, keeping your eyes on your task. Now is not the time to get lost in his eyes, you told yourself.

You felt him standing near you, but you couldn’t let yourself look over at him. “Want some help?” he asked, a little nervous that he was letting himself get this close to you.

“It’s okay. I’ve got it,” you replied, keeping your tone as normal as possible.

Dean frowned, This is harder than I thought. He watched you as you slipped another new box of cereal into the cabinet, standing on your tiptoes to do so. It brought a slight smirk to his lips, but he reached up, setting his hand over yours to help you push the box further onto the shelf. His touch made you jump a little, your heart sped up, and it felt like it was hard to take a deep breath. You opened your mouth to say something, but no words came out. He hadn’t moved his hand from yours, even after the box of cereal was put away and you tried to grab another one. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, still looking down at you.

Goosebumps danced their way down your arms as you dared to look up at him. There was something in his eyes that you were almost afraid to acknowledge. As your mind raced, you kept your emotions masked. “Sorry for what?” you asked, tilting your head just a bit in that curious cat way Dean always found adorable. Playing completely clueless seemed easier than hoping.

She’s gonna make me say it, he thought to himself, groaning internally. He’d never been good with words. “For the other day. I do like you. I just don’t want to…” he answered nervously, but still hadn’t taken his hand off yours even after you rested it on the countertop. You could see his internal struggle, although you didn’t completely understand why he’d be having one. The way you watched him curiously brought a small smile to his lips. He couldn’t help it since he’d said he liked you. “Don’t want to what?” you asked, more curious than you were a moment ago, especially when you saw that smile toying with his lips.

He took a shaky breath, giving himself a mental pep-talk that he could do this. Monsters were easy to deal with. Being vulnerable like this, with you, that scared the shit out of him. “...lose you,” he whispered, swallowing down the lump in his throat at the mere thought of it. 

Even though you weren’t his, he couldn’t lose you, not to a monster. But if you rejected him or walked away, that would have hurt more. He didn’t want more pain, more loss, and you could see it in his eyes. 

Dean watched as your expression softened and nearly jumped when he felt your palm against his chest over his heart. “You can’t lose me. I’m in here,” you whispered.

Without warning, he pulled you against him, one hand cupping your cheek, the other on your hip as his lips found yours. He groaned into your lips when you kissed him back with just as much passion as he had. Then there was the way your fingers tangled in his hair, and he knew he was a goner. 

Your other hand was still over his heart, but now you were holding onto his shirt as your eyes closed, getting lost in the moment. Please don’t let me be dreaming. Wanting to be that much closer to him, you stood on your tiptoes, deepening the kiss further. His lips felt like soft pillows against your own, and when his tongue teased your lips, asking for entrance, you parted your lips so your tongues could dance.

Neither of you noticed Sam leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen, arms crossed with the biggest smile on his face. It’s about fucking time. And with that thought, he went back to the library, back to his research, praying that the two of you would finally find some peace in each other’s arms.

He eventually pulled away, but only far enough so he could rest his forehead against yours. Your lips were everything he had imagined in his mind and so much more. His heart was pounding, his breathing ragged, his nerves buzzing, and you saw all of it when he looked into your eyes again.

A smirk slowly found your lips. It was playful, mischievous, teasing, and it had Dean’s heart fluttering as his breath hitched in his chest. There were questions behind your gaze, but there was something else, something he didn’t want to hope for.

You leaned up, “Bet you taste better than a popsicle,” you whispered teasingly, then pulled away, still smirking as you sauntered out of the kitchen.

Dean’s jaw nearly hit the floor as he watched you. He figured the two of you would take things far slower than what you had insinuated, and for a moment, all he could do was stand there, dumbfounded. A moment or two passed before he could shake his head and come back to his senses. Then he dashed out of the kitchen, finding you only halfway through the war room.

Minx. He licked his lips, a knowing smirk finding them afterward as he began to move toward you just as you looked over your shoulder. He’d know that look anywhere. That come get me look, and it was all for him. Just as he took another step toward you, you giggled and took off toward the hallway.

A deep, needy groan rumbled in his chest as he chased after you, your laughter only spurring him on. Sam just sat at the library table, trying to focus on his laptop, but upon hearing the two of you like this, he smiled, knowing that you’d both find something with each other that neither of you were ready to voice.

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TSATS gets a lot of unfair critiques but one I do agree with from fellow Will Lovers is that Will is done DIRTY the whole book. I don’t even mean he’s lowkey dying the entire time (which is as funny as it is devastating), but I feel that many of his own issues are ignored. I love the focus on his anxiety and abandonment issues and struggles with not seeing himself as good enough and feeling that since he’s The Healer he needs to Save Nico even though he’s also just 15/16. All of that was great and fits in well with everything we’ve seen of him and fleshes him out in a way I find satisfying.

But I think it was a miss opportunity to delve into the aftermath of at least Lee and Micheal. Technically I want the entire aftermath of the death of the Apollo cabin. We don’t get an exact number, but you cannot tell me that 1) Apollo’s slutty ass (pos) doesn’t compete with Hermes in terms of number of kids, 2) that Will was the eldest and cabin councilor at 13 without him loosing a large about of older siblings, and 3) that that loss didn’t fundamentally fuck with him and contribute to his unhealthy sense of responsibility. But I’m willing to ignore that part only because we don’t get the names of the other Apollo kids (but we could have changed that in that book if they let Will stand his own character but whatever). Not addressing Lee and Michael though? Nope not buying it. This is worse when you remember Michael was never found as far as I know and therefore never got a proper funeral? Wouldn’t that at least imply that his spirit is just out there? And given that we’ve seen he can hold a grudge it would have been interesting to see him become a mania and have them come across him in Tartarus instead of the satyr the do see.

I think ignoring the loss of Will’s siblings not only undercuts what Will has gone through, but his burden as the Healer. Unlike every other demigod, Will isn’t allowed to die. If he’s gone there’s no hope anymore. No healer means no fighters which means losing the war before it starts. He, more than anyone, has to deal with the consequences of war and combat. He either heals deadly injuries only to send them back out to fight again or (like touched on in the book) is the last thing those demigods see before going to the underworld. And then he has to just move on to the next person because war waits for no one. He doesn’t even get to celebrate the end of war because while the fighting stopped there are countless injuries that need to be dealt with for however long it takes to get them better with 4 people (if you’re generous enough to add Kayla and Austin and Chiron).

Even with Shipper Goggles on it’s still a missed opportunity to have them bond over a shared loss. Bianca will always be a cloud over Nico. It’s the loss that set off everything else in his life. Will could absolutely relate to that loss given that he quite literally lost all but two (2) siblings. He lost his older siblings, his protectors, just like Nico did and gained an unhealthy senses of hyper independence like Nico did. That’s something I think both canon and fanon often ignores which I personally find a draw for solangelo. Despite their surface level differences, Nico and Will are two sides of the same coin and much more alike than anyone (even themselves) expected. They aren’t so much opposites as much as twin flames and I really hope the second book leans into that more.

[lovely-keii]

being their sibling

characters: tsukishima kei, oikawa tooru, suna rintarou

a/n: i write a fic every time i rewatch hq LOL sorry ik i said im abandoning this blog buuuut…happy bday to this blog!! (repost from 1/5 because tags broke :(( )

part 1

TSUKISHIMA KEI

looks out for you, but he can’t help that hes so emotionally constipated :’( he tries to give you advice because he genuinely is concerned for you but just is unable to word anything properly. see: “you need to stop talking to that person, you’re being a pushover,” but he just wants you to realize you’re letting people walk all over you.

god forbid he has to comfort you because hes the wrong brother for that - you’re definitely in better hands with akiteru. he might walk in on you crying and contemplate if he’ll even say anything or just ignore it flat out, or he’ll say something like “don’t cry, you look stupid.” if you cry more, he’ll end up swallowing his pride and sitting next to you. he’ll groan and reluctantly, “fine, spill it.”

other than that, he’s going to be a sneaky little prick. definitely the type to take revenge on you if you annoy him. you eat the last piece of chocolate he was saving and suddenly you find your charger hidden deep under your bed. also loves to take things without your permission. “why? i’m just using it, it’s not like you need it now.”

if someone picks a fight with you, he’ll be quick to extract you from the situation before saying something ruder and harsher than usual to the person. and if you tell him you like someone from his team, he’s going to look at you like you’re crazy. “are you insane?!” he’s honestly more bewildered than upset. doesn’t let you anywhere near the gym. he can make an exception for yamaguchi though. “at least it’s not hinata…or worse, kageyama.”

OIKAWA TOORU

your life is never boring with this guy as your brother. you’re literally being dragged everywhere, practices, shopping, team events… you’re like “i’m not even part of the team.” he goes “we can fix that!” and the next day you find out that you’re the manager for the boys’ volleyball team. huh, wonder how that happened.

oh my god, he MILKS you being his manager. “hold my drink, my fans are calling.” “y/n get my towel please.” you’re absolutely seething at the power trip that this guy is on. eventually, you start doing all that for his other team members and not for him, and he gets so whiney. “y/n you’ll get big ugly iwaizumi a towel but not your own sweet brother?!” that earns him a spike to the head from iwaizumi.

he tells you all the gossip about the school, because believe me, he knows A LOT of things. he’ll do his skin care while he forces you to listen to his gossip, cue him getting mad if you try to leave. everyone realizes why you two are siblings when you two walk down the halls and pull the exact same faces at the people he’s told you about in his gossip.

he makes you his little scapegoat for his fangirls. “oh, you want my number? you’ll have to ask y/n for that, they keep my phone with them during practice!” (you dont) “now, why don’t you girls hand all these gifts to my lovely sibling for me?” (you almost immediately chuck them at his face when you see him) but you know the best way to get back at him? when he sees you even slightly conversing with ushijima or kageyama, all hell breaks loose.

SUNA RINTAROU

the devil if the devil was your brother. he takes the ugliest pictures of you, when you’re asleep, when you’re yelling, when you’re crying over a movie. he also loves to send you pictures of animals and send a “look at you in this picture, so cute”. he also takes your things without asking and never returns it, you’ll just find it in his bag one day.

he also is one to order you around, and it drives you mad. “pass me the remote, y/n.” “but it’s nearer to you.” “i’ll tell mom that you-” // “y/n get me a drink from the vending machine.” “why would i do that” “remember when you snuck out and i-” // “get my bag too when you get yours.” “no.” “what i post that one picture of you when you’re about to sneeze-”

but he’s always looking out for you. when creeps try to approach you, he’s quick to react by shooting them a nasty glare. he’s a silent kind of care. standing behind you on elevators, walking on the outer side of the sidewalk, staying up late til you come home and just telling you he just couldnt sleep. little do you know, it’s something he’s always done even as a kid. putting more food on your lunch box, holding the corner of tables when you pick something up so you don’t hit your head, returning your things that are sprawled around the house to your room so you don’t lose them.

and if he ever finds you crying over some guy, he sighs and sits down next to you. “why’re you crying over an idiot?” he then makes snappy insults at the expense of the guy, making you laugh. “see? you look better like that. now stop crying and let me get some sleep.” he closes the light and shuts the door on his way out.

[multi-fandomedfreak]

Hi! I’ve never requested anything from anyone on tumblr before, but I really liked a post you made about Star Trek!

Could you please do data, worf, will, and Geordi with a reader who literally refuses to wear their glasses. They bump into things all the time and can’t see people’s face even pretty up close which causes some awkward situations. I just think it’s a little funny how much I do it irl.

I understand if you don’t wanna write it or don’t have time!

Seriously though I saw one post from you and needed more :D

Authors note: First of all, thANK YOU FOR YOUR KIND WORDS YOURE SO SWEET AND I'M REAL GLAD YOU ENJOY MY CONTENT . Second, I'm so blind without my glasses too lol

Pairings: Data x reader, Worf x reader, Will x reader, Geordi x reader

⚠️Warnings ⚠️: Minor injuries, stubbornness and flufffff

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🤍Data 🤍

-Ok, right off the bat, he’s extremely confused as to why you just refuse to wear your glasses

-like…you need them for a reason ??

-^^^this is literally him when he sees you’re clearly struggling to see something but your glasses are within arms reach

-even after asking you a thousand times why you don’t want to wear your glasses he still doesn’t quite get it

-nevertheless, he never forces you to wear them

-so he acts as your eyes in a sense

-he moves you out of the way if you’re about to crash into a pole cuz far sightedness lol

-ices your bruises when you still manage to hit something (also gives them a little kiss bc it makes you smile)

-he describes things to you if your struggling to see it from afar if your near sighted

-overall very confused but very supportive bf :D

💛 Geordi 💛

-ok...cmon ya'll

-if anyone is gonna understand why you don't wanna wear your glasses its this man

-sometimes its just so annoying to have them on

-buuut at the same time he's like..."just wear them, angel.”

-cuz wearing glasses definitely hurts less than wearing a VISOR

-but he gets why you prefer not to

-althouuugh it would really help if you wore your glasses

-especially after he switched from wearing the red uniform to the yellow one

-and you couldn't tell it was him from afar for an embarrassing amount of time

-definitely bribes you to wear your glasses with a few kisses

‼️ Worf ‼️

-ok folks, he simply does not understand why you won’t just wear your glasses

-he’s all like, You…you can’t see. Wear them.

-would he wear glasses if he needed them? No of course not

-does that stop him from berating you when you don’t wear them? No of course not

-he berates you quite often actually /pos

-it usually ends up with the both of you having playful arguments

-other times you purposefully egg him on to see him get riled up

-you can’t even pretend to feel bad about it’s just so funny

-he says he finds you incorrigible and you tell him you love him

-most of the time the little debates end with a smooch

-and sometimes—get this—they sometimes end with you actually wearing your glasses

(also worf definitely finds you worryingly attractive with glasses but will never admit it)

❤️ Will ❤️

-I think Will is the one that 💯% understands the most as to why you don’t wanna wear your glasses

-Or at the very least, doesn’t really care bUT NOT IN A BAD WAY

-he simply don’t judge

-tho that will absolutely in no way stop him from teasing you

-you bump into something? “Huh, sure wish there was something that could help you see.”

-can’t tell who someone is from afar? “That could be anybody. Too bad you don’t have anything that’ll help you figure it out.”

-he has that stupid grin on his face every time /aff

-howeva, if he finds out you don’t wanna wear them bc ur insecure ?

-compliments. Cant escape them

-will find every excuse to tell you how cute you look with glasses

-and it’s all genuine too. no joke

-Will finds you insanely attractive with glasses and constantly reminds you

[slayedfrr]

ive wanted 2 do this 4 a longgg time

heres a little text post abt why i ship teneight (it may or may not make sense but uh. bare with me)

let's start from the beginning

they watched tv together :)

THEY HAVE CANONICALLY HUNG OUT B4

THEY ALSO HUNG OUT THERE 4 DAYS I THINK??

CUZ FOUR SAID "we've spent days searching!!"

LIKE

ITS ONE THING 2 HANG OUT WITH SOMEONE FOR A LITTLE WHILE

DAYS????? is CRAZY

but then also

four couldve been exaggerating

ehh whatever this is kinda just me twisting canon 2 what i want 2 believe anyways 😌

also

can we talk abt tens trash remix of six's song??

he didn't want six in the even numbers club cuz she "doesn't have any style" according 2 him (liar)

he says "WE'VE got our style"

HE THINKS EIGHT HAS STYLE ☹️☹️

HE THINKS HES COOL

AKSJHSHKSJSHSHS

THE WAY EIGHT WAS GIGGLING???

HE IS NOT THE TYPE OF PERSON 2 DO THAT AND YET

HE DOES

AND LIKE

LOOK AT HOW HAPPY HE WAS 2 WIN BFPTM10

"woohoo!!! 😁"

LIKE WHY WAS HE THAT HAPPY BRO

AND HE WASN'T EVEN EXCITED ABT GETTING THE NINETY NINE TRILLION EITHER

HE WAS JUST HAPPY ABT WINNING

THAT HAS 2 MEAN SMTH RIGHT????

or idk maybe he was just happy abt beating everyone else

mkay uh

im gonna kinda skip over the fifteen mill subcount cuz there wasn't a lot of teneight in there but i will say this one thing

look at them being mediators 2gether awwwwwwwh 🧡🩶

okayy

time 2 talk abt the sub count that RUINED MY LIFE ☹️☹️ /hj

the t-t-two mill subcount

i think u guys can guess why

this is also when fourteen became my least fav algebralien and when ten became my fav algebralien but let's not talk abt that rn (srry fourteen lovers)

nobody rlly showed any emotion towards u know who's "death" EXCEPT 4 nine bc they're a stupid little baby /j (i would've reacted the same way tbh. or like eight who's reaction kinda upset me, UNTIL U REMEMBER WHAT FIVE SHOWED THEM. THEY PROB SHOWED THEM TEN WITHOUT SKIN. WHO DOES THAT?? IMAGINE IF UR DOG DIED AND U DIDNT KNOW ABT IT AND UR MOM SHOWS U A PHOTO OF UR DEAD DOG LIKE. THATS SO INSENSITIVE???) mkay enough ranting abt why i lowkey kinda hated this subcount. the ONLY part i liked was when they were playing jenga at the beginning :)

like look at the way they stare into eachother eyes..

TRUE love at it's FINEST 🥰🥰

and when fourteen got burned alive i mean who said that

that's the also SECOND time we see eight cheer

okayy

time 2 talk abt the OTHER subcount that ruined my life

the 2763 subcount

ten and eight were not even NEAR eachother bc eight was hanging out with that brit while ten was TRAPPED WITH THE PERSON WHO ATE HIS SKIN

whyy do the writers hate ten so much ☹️

he BETTER get a happy ending or ill be on the news 😁 /silly

ok ok but like

HE CONSIDERS EIGHT A FRIEND AT LEAST CANONICALLY!!!

hooray 4 friendship ig /ref

also

whyy did he say six's name b4 eights

you know, the person he directed a diss track towards? idk maybe he was just being a silly jokester n apologized after 😋

okay that's it 4 NOW 4 the subcounts (ill update this if the three mill sub count has any teneight shipping fuel in it)

ok time for my fanon stuff on why I think they would be PERFECT 2GETHER

first of all

im a SUCKER 4 sun x moon dynamics

whether its platonic or romantic i LUV it

that's them they r LITERALLY that dynamic

they r also both some of the calmest algebraliens

they would be that chill couple in public but then they would be affectionate in private

i think tenny would be the more affectionate one :3c

they would also both become the most AWKWARD LOSERS around eachother once they start 2 catch feelings

ALSSJSJHSHSJJSKSKIS THEY MAKE ME SICKKKKKKK /AFF

also

4 fans of angst..

THESE GUYS HAVE SO MUCH ANGST POTENTIAL

HURT COMFORT AGHHH ☹️💗💗

MY FAV EVERR

one last thing since im running out of stuff 2 say

eight fell first n the hardest 😁

conclusion!!!

hope u enjoyed reading or smth :p

feel free 2 add on 2 this on ur view abt them :3 (/pos only pls im very sensitive abt stuff i luv 😝)

also just think abt eight singing this abt ten

ARRRGGHHHHSHS

[ryuyejiho]

"On your knees" - Wooyoung

Pairing: Wooyoung X Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: 18+, Smut

Summary: Don't disturb the cook in the kitchen because it may end badly.

Word Count: ~1.2K

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"Would you be willing to kindly bring me flour from the pantry?"

"'Kindly? I help you all the time," I spoke up indignantly, but I wanted to laugh at how quickly he was getting annoyed

"You don't help. You just sit and comment on what I'm doing wrong" he threw the spoon into the sink and made an offended face, specifically looking at me so I could see how unhappy he was.

"Okay, okay, I'll get it. Jeez," with a heaviness I got up and headed for the pantry. After a few minutes I was back.

"When can we eat?" I asked, placing the bag of flour on a chair.

"Then when it's ready. It would be faster if you helped me," he turned around and put the flour in a cup.

"Well, what should I do?"

"Cut up that cucumber, tomato, lettuce and kimchi. Open all the cans of corn, beans and peas and pour the water out of them. Add to a bowl and mix. Later... I'll think of something for you," I rolled my eyes and took a knife in my hand. I sliced the cucumber but quickly got bored so I put the knife down and walked closer to him and hugged his back.

"Wooyoungie, honey, darling," I mumbled but he gave no response. Finally, I moved away from him and squeezed between him and the countertop, facing him. I grabbed his cheeks and squeezed so that his lips made a pout.

"Aaaah, stop, don't bother!" he exclaimed but couldn't hide his smile.

"I'm bored, can't we order take-out and do something else for this time?" I tried to convince him in a charming voice.

"No," he replied shortly and continued stirring something in the bowl while looking over my shoulder. I knew it wouldn't do anything and he was too adamant so standing on tiptoe I moved closer to his neck which I started kissing. At first he whined that I shouldn't disturb him, but I knew how much he liked it.

"Come on, I know you want to do something else now," I whispered in his ear at which his muscles tensed but he shook his head.

"If you want to eat fast then step back and don't bother me," he moved away from me standing by the induction cooker.

" I want to eat ... you," I said looking at him. He pulled his eyebrows together and gripped the countertop tighter. "We can finish later. So please..."

"Do you want to eat me?" he spoke up in a low voice quickly walking up to me, grabbed my hips and pressed me against the countertop.

"Yes..." I whispered. I honestly didn't expect such a sudden reaction but I won't complain.

""Then on your knees," he said it as if he was giving me an order, nodding his head in a gesture of demonstration.

I had to give myself a moment to understand what was happening, he grabbed the side of my neck and brought his face closer to mine. Repeating the same words, he began to push me down. I smiled and crouched down, immediately pulling down his sweatpants. I licked my lips as I saw his cock in front of me which was getting harder and harder. Without waiting a moment longer, I took it in my hand and put it in my mouth. He let out a loud hiss and clamped his fingers firmly on my head.

After a few minutes of sucking him lazily I wanted to pull him out but he prevented me from doing so, pushing my head to his hips. I started to choke but somehow it didn't particularly seem to bother me, to be honest I was starting to get used to it.

I guess Wooyoung's biggest fetish was choking, and he showed it more than once, once in a more drastic way and once in a less drastic way.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth for me to breathe but immediately put it in again, this time he was the one setting the pace. He was literally fucking my throat, I could feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat and the pressure of his fingers on my head getting harder with each thrust.

I lifted my gaze and looked at him, he was looking at me with his lips parted from which fairly loud moans were pouring out, his hips moving back and forth. He moved his fingers of one hand to my cheek and held my hair tightly with his other hand.

I knew he was quite close to orgasm, his movements getting stronger, faster and sometimes careless with each passing minute. Whenever he was close nothing could stop him, always with only the goal in his mind to feel blissful as soon as possible. Of course, this doesn't mean that he doesn't pay attention to anything else but himself, he always does everything so that we can enjoy an orgasm together at the same time.

And when we were in a one-sided situation, like this one now, he always returned the favor. That's why I knew that the better I did him good, the better reward I would get.

"Is that what you wanted? Did you want to feel my cock in your mouth? Did you want to feel my cum?" I was unable to answer so I only muttered. But he suddenly stopped his movements and pulled his cock out of my mouth " Then you'll get it somewhere else".

He grabbed my shoulder and pulled me upwards immediately turning me around with my back to him. He pushed me impently onto the countertop and lifted one leg putting my knee on the countertop. I was uncomfortable, the edge of the countertop pressing into my hip. But when he pounded into me with his cock all those thoughts went away. All I could think about now was how good he felt inside me. How good he was fucking me.

He spanked my buttocks from time to time, pressing my body against the kitchen counter with his other hand. Because of his hard strokes into me, my body kept bouncing on the furniture. The entire kitchen was filled with the sounds of our bodies hitting each other, the banging of the cabinet door below me and the containers and bottles sliding around my head.

Our moans were getting louder, Wooyoung's thrusts were getting sloppier and not as rhythmic as before. He pounded faster and harder which brought me momentarily to orgasm. I felt through the overstimulation squirt on his thighs, moments after that he put his fingers on my clit and started rubbing it as fast as if his life depended on it.

Feeling all this pleasure and feeling his cum spill deep inside me, I came again squirting so much that his thigh was all wet and a small puddle formed on the floor between our legs.

He gave me one last spank and came out of me. When most of his cum had flowed out of me and was now dripping between my thighs, I stood up straight to kiss him. But he moved away and, smiling ominously, said " You think it's over? Go to the bedroom."

[abcwordsurge]

hey so I made this little thing. feel free to use for. whatever

explanations and examples under the cut

wearing each other's merch is just. one of my favorite things. whether by coercion or choice, it's funny and sweet. to me

michigan with ohio's blanket is pretty specific, but it shows up in two of my fics (chapters 12 and 13 of "minnie's scrapbook," and my "van horn" duology), so I figured I might as well include it

everyone else knows: even when ohio and michigan are blinded by their rivalry, the rest of the states (or at least the midwest) are not oblivious to their mutual crushes!

love confessions is pretty generic- as are literal sleeping together, h/c, fluff, angst, and smut- so I'm going to skip past this

ohio and michigan mending old wounds is very special to me. I don't have much of it myself (what can I say? I'm a fluff writer), but it's great to see how others do it. @xechoecho88x is very good at this <3

historical fics are more common than usual for this duo, I think, simply because of the fandom, and the past of these two states. I myself have indulged in writing fics rooted in history a few times, especially "tell me do you hate me" and "or do you want to date me," or as I like to call them, my "van horn" duology)

bickering!! really, is it an ohio / michigan fic without some bickering? (banter might also fall into this category, if done a certain way, haha)

us writers in the wttt fandom have a specialty in repressed feelings, I think. it works particularly well for these two because this is definitely the type of relationship where denial comes first, and far be it from them to admit they care about the other

watching movies together is another one that I included because I realized that it happens strangely often in my fics. notably, "classic hallmark" and "so wrong it's right."

nicknames!! a highly debated topic by ohiogan scholars. (other highly debated topics include the infamous ohiogan vs ohiomich debate. /lh) what various names does ohio use to avoid saying "michigan"? does michigan call ohio "buckeye" or "buckeyes"? (I'm in the minority here; I think it's "buckeyes." it just rolls off the tongue better.) whatever the nicknames might be, if they're in the fic, you can mark it on the box

ofc, I would be remiss to not include The Game. this is the basis on which I ship them. every year ohio state and university of michigan fans meet up to fight to the death- or at least to the end of the fourth quarter. it's football. I'm talking about football. whether it's a scene in the fic or just the basis of their teasing, it's so much fun to read and write. go bucks!

ruining the relationship is another one that I included for @xechoecho88x. (sorry for adding you twice in the same post. I can't help it that you impacted my ohiogan heart so strongly)

there are plenty of fics inspired by music in general, but there's something special about ohiogan fics inspired by music. and I just love writing fics with song titles, ok? I have the aforementioned "van horn" duology, "(never) let you go" (title from "mary on a cross," inspired by an edit from @mittenstroll), and "so wrong it's right" (title from "to my enemies" the theme imo of these two). there's also @xechoecho88x's marvelous "singing until the end." (sorry for adding you again, echo!)

only one allowed to hurt you is me: I love the ohio and michigan rivalry, but you know what I love more? ohio and michigan being protective of each other. it just does something to me /pos

ohio has his whole thing with not saying michigan's name, so there's something special about moments when he does. I myself have used this trick many times. I just can't get over ohio saying it- whether by accident or intent- and michigan's reaction is just- cjskmslslspwl. they make me feel things

yes, I have another box about them being protective of each other. can you blame me?

aspec michigan was another one I did for @xechoecho88x. (I swear this is the last time I'll add you!) it's just. aspec michigan heals me. ohio being supportive of aspec michigan is even better

toledo war mentions, well, how could I not include this? whether it's a historical fic or they're mending the rift between them after the fact, I love when there are reminders of their past <3

go forth and enjoy ohiogan. they are so so special to me

[milkwaydreams]

Today is Friday, you know what it means?!

THAMEPO DAY!!!

It's been a while I've been this hyped for a series, omg. And was OBSESSED with J&J the same but this feels different, WHAT IS HAPPENING?!

Going to the episode, I QUACKED SO LOUD RIGHT ON THE BEGINNING BECAUSE OF PO'S FACE WHEN HIS DELULU FANTASY WAS DESTROYED BY JUN🤣🤣🤣🤣

He literally goes 🥰->😐 in 2 seconds 🤣🤭

And changing the OP song here was chef's kiss. Whoever had this idea, I love you forever❤️

THAME BEING JEALOUS, HELP, WILLIAM JUST JAVSKWDBWKDHBSSK

Brain is not braining, it's not legal looking this good🙃 And I may have issues cause I was seeing him MAD MAD and I giggled 🤭 BUT CAN YOU BLAME ME?! LOOK AT HIM🤡

Also, I love Jun, but I also don't and want to punch him, but Nut is so cute so I melt. In conclusion, I probably love Nut and want to punch Jun and that's what's causing my confusion 🤣

Then we get to the Pepper and Thame talk scene. I'M SO GLAD THEY HAVE VOICE OF WISDOM AT THAT MOMENT BECAUSE, MY LOVE, THAME, YOU'RE A DOOR!!! My baby going "I don't know, I don't think so" when Pep asked if he likes Po, me and Pep had the same face 😐😐 But actually this makes everything more cute, cause he is doing it innocently, falling in love without even trying and not even realizing it which makes it all so pure 😭 I can't do this anymore 😭 The way he gets genuinely worried if he was doing bad to Po and hurting him when he just wanted to make Po feel good, I can't, it's too sweet, I wanna punch him (I'm weird okay? I want to punch what I find cute, I'm sorry 😭). I love how Pep drives that conversation cause he already noticed/knows Thame likes Po, but Thame needs to find out himself so he just guides Thame, and don't sugarcoat when Thame asks if he is hurting Po cause it's true, if Thame didn't liked Po, what he is doing would be extremely cruel so I love that Pep makes it clear, but also points out that Thame never liked anyone that's why he doesn't know how he feels and encourages him to find out, oh, the friendship 😭 I love Pep😭

And the fact that Thame never liked anyone, I think it may answer some questions I've seen around here, if Thame knows his sexuality. I think he never gave it a thought. He was a trainee since too young and debut young, got extremely busy and with all that "Mars didn't sell. You're the leader, do something" makes it even worse for him so, he simply let this relationship and sexuality thought for later. He wasn't going to be able to date anytime soon anyway (Oh how I hate this side of the idol industry...) and, he will only IN FACT get into this "Can't date" thing only now cause he has someone to fight for, that's probably the part that's gonna hurt me the most so, me scared 😭

And then, the last scene:

Ending the episode like this... ITS CRUELTY!!! LOOK​ AT​ HIS SMILE😭😭😭 This lil smile that William has get me so so weak, I'm not okay with this, it's too easy😃🤡 But the same way that this scene warm my heart (Cause Thame finally realized he actually likes Po), that preview... It breaks my heart cause WHAT DO YOU MEAN PEP WILL "GO AWAY"???!!​ AND​ JUN WILL MESS UP AGAIN KANDKWBSJAGSUABA It's just one slap, baby, I promise it won't hurt. I'm tiny and skinny 😃😃

But once again, my Friday yapping session is complete. I love this series so much, I love everything about it. Maybe it hits harder cause I also like kpop and know how fucked up the behind of the groups can be, and this series shows a lot of this somehow. Maybe because I love Lego and got the chance to get more into Lykn because of the series. Maybe because I fell in love with William and Hong... All this added up just making me love every lil thing about this series, ah😭

[comfied-chriterature]

HOLY FREAKITY FREAK I HAVE OS MUCH TO SAY ABOUT HTIS MV I'M LITERALLY REELING I'M SPEWING BLDOD FOAMING AT THE MOUTH how are you gonna call this song "FUN!!" and then absolutely decimate me with this mv /pos NEED to YAP like mmj as princesses trapped in the towers of their past and Minori being their shonen protag knight in shining armor AND THE ENDING??? I wanted to cry (descend with me ↓)

I've been saying this since the beginning but Minori in the MMJ story has such shonen protagonist energy like the type that's naive and optimistic, sunshine-esque, a ray of light for everyone else, listens to their sob stories without even knowing them and then pulls their hand telling them not to give up, can befriend even their enemies, somehow makes everyone fall in love with them, so on

This MV??? This just proves it. MINORI is so freaking cute with her comically large key running around unlocking the hearts of the other girls (gay ah btw) and she's fully set from the beginning on saving these idols. She doesn't need to completely understand them but she just knows she doesn't want them to give up, she wants to return their hope to them. Because that's what idols do.

And the portrayals of each girl's cages... Like Shizuku is a giant, larger than life, so much so that she doesn't know what to do or what she's done to get as far as she's gotten. She's being monitored by everyone, criticized and analyzed, admired but shunned because she's such a natural at being an idol. She feels awkward and clumsy, unaware of her own power, like she could destroy everything if she so much as moves a finger wrong.

Airi is trapped in a labyrinthine cavern of crystals that surround her on all sides, reflecting every side of her. She's confused about her identity. Is she really Airi, an idol, or just Happy Lovely Everyday? Is she cut out for this? She's reaching upward as she tries to hold on to her dreams but she's too small, she doesn't fit the image of an idol, she'll never reach the level of people like Shizuku.

And Haruka is immobilized, wrapped up in branches of guilt. She's high up and attracting the attention of every eye but she can't move, just as she physically froze up whenever she stepped on stage after she hurt Mai. Her expression and her surroundings are bleak, a sad blue, because she's lost her faith as an idol. But then Minori shows up with her adorable determination and effervescent passion and love with a huge key for her heart and everything turns bright and she can smile beautifully again (OGD the expressions they give each other THEY'RE SO GAY) (ALSO it's really cute that Haruka sings "kitto kanau kara..." and then Minori repeats it, like a reassurance)

And (OH. MY. GOSH.) after Minori saves everyone (the scene with her and Airi is so funny because it's so them) you'd think it would be all fine and dandy right? But the conflicted expression she gives after???? ALDSHFALSHF I could feel her pain. acutely. Because she's thinking did she do well? Is she an idol yet? Then why is she still so plain? Why is she so far behind? The way she clutches her shirT SOBBING. But she's still smiling because it's fine, it's okay, she just has to work harder, she hasn't given up, right? And then the steps crumble from under her and she falls...

Haruka reaches out for her and comes up short. But it's not over yet, because the girls jump in after her, Airi leading the charge. She freed them, she lifted them up, she clung to her faith in them, so of course they'd do the same for her. And then they all grab hands, and Minori's tiny wings sprout into the most beautiful, fullest, strongest pair of wings (TENSHI NO KUROOBAAAAA guys I love angel's clover so much LFHALFH) and she lifts all of them into the sky.

It's juST— IT'S INCREDIBLE. IT'S ART. IT so poignantly relays the MMJ narrative in such a pretty package. AND THE END where MMJ is giving hope to Minori's younger self. WHAT THE HLAJSD /pos I CAN'T BREATHE. Anyway this is to tell you that you're not alone and it's never too late to try again and there's always always hope. I love you!! STAN MMJ

[thearchercore]

This. Max would be making the difference in this ferrari without having to risk it all //

when max had unreliable pos cars, he pushed the limit all the damn time too. sometimes it worked and sometimes it failed miserably. THATS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOURE TRYING TO OUTPERFORM THE CAR. this is not exclusive to charles. max literally was called crashstappen because of how much he’d do everything to push his cars out of comfortable performance. thats what good drivers do when they have bad cars 🤷‍♀️

i wont listen to the slander because it works out more for him than it doesn’t anyway

yeah! again, not to bring it back but a lot of fans joined later, which is fine. but the recency bias is strong if you start watchijg f1 in rb's dominance when max wins every race.

he worked extremely hard to get to the place he's at now but he also had issues with cars that sometimes weren't reliable and he had to push them too much. same what charles is doing now