#// *she just needs that little bit of confidence

[hotdaemondtargaryen]

TOM GLYNN-CARNEY PHOTOGRAPHED BY MATTHEW LEIFHEIT FOR VULTURE MAGAZINE.

TALKING ABOUT HIS CHARACTER ARC IN S2.

Aegon is confident, politically savvy, and even affectionate with his children from sister-wife Helaena (Phia Saban).

“Showing that he has the potential to love was interesting to me. I wanted to investigate that.”

Glynn-Carney, who read the book after a season one conversation with Condal and Sapochnik about Aegon's overall arc, praises the development for its shock factor and the attention it gives to Saban, who says it is "sensational in all its forms."

There’s something about Aegon in his eyes when he admits: “I’d probably go a little more graphic about the gore. I could have done with, ‘Oh, I can’t look at that!’ The sadist in me needed it.”

TALKING ABOUT MUSIC.

The playlist he made for Aegon (he makes one for all his characters) helps get him in the right mercurial mind-set, he tells me at Rough Trade.

It includes some contemplative classical and punk rock like the Undertones, Stiff Little Fingers, and the Sex Pistols.

“Ironically,” he says with a smile. “fuck-the-patriarchy, fuck-the-monarchy stuff.”

In his own life, Glynn-Carney makes “lyrically driven, quite folky” music, citing Tame Impala, Bon Iver, and, of course, Garvey as influences.

He grabs a copy of Jeff Buckley’s Grace because he’s worn down his current edition from listening to it so much. He treats Chet Baker’s 1959 album Chet gently, like a holy object, when he tells me he’d love to play the cool jazz musician in a biopic one day.

“There she is,” he says, as if greeting an old friend, when he sees Patti Smith’s Radio Ethiopia.

“Anyone who says they don’t like music, you can’t trust them. Bodies under the floorboards, isn’t it?” he says.

OLIVIA COOKE TALKING ABOUT TOM GLYNN-CARNEY'S ACTING STYLE.

His acting style is instinctual, a function of his theater training that feels particularly well suited to Aegon’s own impulsiveness.

When filming their first scene on the show together, Glynn-Carney encouraged Cooke to actually slap him in the face:

“The first go, I did it really haphazardly. I only caught his chin with my fingertips, because I was too nervous. And he was like, ‘No, Olivia, just, like, really go for it. Just really go for it.’

“I went for it, and the ringing sound that came from the slap reverberated all through the Red Keep. Tears are springing to his eyes and his chin is wobbling.”

SPOILERS!! S2.

OLIVIA COOKE TALKING ABOUT A SCENE OF AEGON AND ALICENT IN S2.

In a scene they share in season two during which Aegon grieves the loss of a relative:

“He was throwing himself around the room in just the throes of despair. It sort of took me out of the scene a bit. I was like, Bloody hell, Tom’s doing well.”

ABOUT THE PERSONALITY OF KING AEGON II.

“massively bipolar.”

That emotional volatility, fueled by shame, guilt, and an obsessive need to prove himself, becomes a major driver of this season’s increasing bloodshed and brutality.

“Aegon wants to be loved and feared at the same time. But I think it’s a dangerous cycle.”

“We’re not going to get to the core of what’s going on. We’re just going to go round and round and round and round and round until everything burns and everyone’s dead."

ABOUT HIS SCENES WITH RHYS IFANS IN S2.

One of his favorite days on set this season reminded him of the live energy of performing onstage.

They were shooting episode two, when Aegon challenges his grandfather Otto’s decisions and remains steely and resolute in response to Otto’s insults:

“I’ve always wanted to do a play with Rhys, and that felt like the closest thing I’ll get to it for a while.”

“It was an empty set, a big room, like a stage. We were allowed complete free rein of the space.”

TALKING ABOUT HIS FAMILY.

He came from a creatively inclined family: His paternal grandparents were an opera singer and a choirmaster, and his mother sewed all the costumes for his sister’s ballroom and Latin dance competitions.

They were supportive of his acting dreams, he says, but urged a plan B — a suggestion he rejected:

“I remember being so precocious and being like, ‘If I have a plan B, I’m preemptively failing it.’ My mom probably thought, Little dickhead.”

“I always had my eyes on the prize, and sometimes you’ve just got to be like that, haven’t you?.”

[000-pawz]

I NEEEED MORE DAD BONEDO HEADCANONS THEY ARE SO SILLY

OKAY OKAY (more under the cut cause i got carried away HELP) also this is my new universe guys so if u see more dad bnd posts, THIS IS THE REFERENCE I LOVE DAD BND

sungho

⭐ sungho girl dad agenda! no arguments!!! i also think sungho would have the most kids for some reason??? maybe 3? elementary age twins and then a baby (i will hold on to this for as long as i live)

⭐ he always wears the baby harness everywhere he goes

⭐ brings all the snacks to every single game. he's the cooler dad with all the caprisuns and cheese sticks

⭐ wakes up super early to make breakfast for everyone and pack lunches

⭐ helps his kids with all their homework and art projects. if his daughter shows up in your doorway in the middle of the night saying they forgot they had a project due tomorrow, he will run to the store at 1 am to buy glue sticks and cardstock to make sure his baby has a project to show for tomorrow

⭐ can be a little overprotective, but he just wants his babies to be safe!!! always reminds his kids that he'll come running whenever they need him

riwoo

⭐ i think riwoo would be a toddler boy dad!!! literally like an even minier riwoo

⭐ when his son was a newborn, he spent most of his time doing skin to skin contact, just soaking up the new feelings of being a father

⭐ supports his kid through EVERYTHING like if he wants to dress up as a pretty princess, he'd buying two tutus on his way home

⭐ very gentle with his disciplining. if his son draws on the wall, he'll show him how to clean it up and then softly explain why it's bad!

⭐ has a hard time saying no and WILL give his kid cake for breakfast if he asks

⭐ loves loves loves cuddling while watching animated movies, sharing a big blanket and snacks with his baby <333

jaehyun

⭐ girl dad to two girls!!! they're a year or two apart

⭐ #1 family guy and the leader of the neighborhood dad group chat

⭐ spoils them so so so so much!!! you literally have to tell him to stop buying them new clothes every other day because you're running out of closet space ><

⭐ shows off his kids to EVERYONE and always adds "they look just like their mama <3" with the biggest smile on his face

⭐ organizes all the barbeques and picnics, invites all the kids in the neighborhood (yes, even sungho's gremlin twins)

⭐ cries every time his kids make him a gift and gives them the biggest hug ever

⭐ also cries on every single birthday because why are they growing up so fast!!!!

taesan

⭐ i see taesan as a girl dad tbh </3 he'd probably only have one daughter too

⭐ reads his kid the most outrageous bedtime stories like why are you reading "1984" by george orwell to a four-year-old

⭐ would let his daughter record a silly intro for one of his songs and show her how he makes music

⭐ takes soooo many pictures of his daughter, like half of his camera roll is his daughter and the other half is you

⭐ his daughter always has the best outfits!!! would love matching outfits too

⭐ i think his daughter would subtly adopt his opinionated nature and then he would be confused as to why she's so sassy and opinionated >< the apple doesn't fall far from the tree taesan

leehan

⭐ boy and girl dada!!! <333 i think the girl would be older too?

⭐ is super annoying during drop-off and probably yells out the window how much he loves them just to embarrass them a bit

⭐ lets his kids do the most random things to his hair... you'll come home and leehan will have a head full of bows, cars, and stickers (you have to help him get the knots out later that night)

⭐ the easiest dad to talk to ever. never gets upset at his kids for confiding in him and always gives them the best advice

⭐ falls asleep in one of the kid's beds every night because putting them to bed is the most exhausting task ever

⭐ teaches his kids how to care for fish and lets them redecorate the take every now and then

⭐ takes his kids on random trips to aquariums, parks, museums (and no, he never asks for permission from you so you always find out in the most random ways, like your son showing you his new shark plushie from the gift shop)

[hannahssimblr]

At the tail end of the day as the crowds thin out and the shops begin to close their shutters I suggest that it’s time to get back on the road. The girls grumble about it. There is still heat in the sun and while we were all having a nice conversation on the grass, I think it'd be best to get home before I’m worn out and too tired to drive. It’s been a long day already, as fun as it's been.

“Well, fine,” Jen struggles to her feet, “but I need to find a toilet before I go anywhere.”

“You should have a posh wee then,” I say, “We should all go.”

Years ago I learned the power of strolling into an establishment with the confidence of someone who deserves to be there, and because the toilets in five star hotels are better than the ones you have to pay fifty cent to use in the shopping centre across the road, those are the ones we prefer to use.

The strategy is so simple. With enough blind confidence once can stride right into the Shelbourne Hotel, past the doorman with his little top hat on him, use their toilets and their thick paper hand towels and then leave like a bandit. It turns the act of doing a piss into something with all the dangerous excitement of a bank heist. 

Evie doesn’t know what a posh wee is yet, so we decide it's best to show her. So with her hand clasped in Jen’s we hurry down the road, and slow to a casual stroll as we ascend the steps of the hotel.

I know the Shelbourne, I’ve been here enough times especially for the toilets, and other times to have awkward lunch with my maternal grandmother who would always make sure to tell me I was scruffy and make comments about how my sister was badly behaved for asking for crayons at the table. There was a family wedding here once too, of some cousin or something, at which I stuck my arm into the chocolate fountain and got it all over my sleeve. My dad had to strip me off in the men's bathroom so we could wash my shirt in the sink in front of the old guys using the urinals. 

Evie evidently has no history with this place. For a few stunned seconds she stands in the centre of the foyer, her body reflected in the gleaming marble floor and stares, and stares and stares at the chandeliers, the gilded mirrors, the extravagant bouquets of flowers with her mouth open in a little o, frozen with the shock of the luxury. 

“Evie,” Jen says gently, “The toilets are this way.”

“Oh, okay,” she lands back on earth, “I’m coming.”

“Wait until you feel their paper towels,” Jen holds the door open for Evie as they slip inside the ladies room, “I've a feeling they’ll change your life.”

They’re a while in there, so while I wait I wander around the hotel a bit. I peek into the dining room where what seems like hundreds of the country's most elderly are seated for dinner, then the lounge, where a jazz band is setting up, and finally I wander up the stairs and start opening and closing various doors just to see what’s behind them. It’s mainly empty conference rooms containing nothing remotely exciting whatsoever.

Until, on the opposite side of the landing, I spot a woman in a red dress coming through a set of double doors. Behind her the ballroom is alive with lights, music, clinking glassware and then it's all gone again behind the sweep of a door.

The girls are finishing up their posh wee as I'm coming back down the stairs, then, pausing at the bottom I blurt out “I found something.”

Jen scrunches up her face, “Oh God.” She follows me anyway, Evie in tow and trailing behind me as I dash back to the landing, following that muffled sound of music all the way to the ballroom doors. 

I ease one door open with my shoulder and let a shaft of light leak out onto the carpet. 

Evie’s eyes widen, “Wha-”

I shush her sharply, “Don’t ask, just come in,” I step aside and usher them in ahead of me, then we are standing inside witnessing the full spectrum of the extravagance, disco lights thrown over their faces, Evie's, stunned, Jen's miffed. She grabs my arm and hisses at me, “Jude! This is someone’s wedding party.” As if I somehow didn't know it already.

“Don’t worry about it,” I stroll over to a table of champagne and snatch two glasses for them, contemplating, only as a man in a crisp tailored suit eyes me disdainfully, that I might be pushing the whole ‘you can get away with anything if you’re confident enough’ thing a step too far. Oh well, I’ll just see how long it takes to get kicked out. 

I pass the glasses to the girls, and when a smartly dressed, penguin of a waiter with a plate of vol au vents comes close enough for me to take one in each hand. I might as well enjoy something free. I stuff them into my mouth one after the other like a starving dog, not sure if I even really taste them.  

“Are you supposed to be here?” Some middle aged woman says to me, getting way too close. 

“Yeah,” I reply, and stare back at her until she goes away. 

After wiping pastry crumbs off my face, I approach Evie, who has both hands on the stem of her champagne flute, gazing around the room with big inquisitive eyes. 

“What do you think?”

“A bit fancy, the whole thing, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

A smile, “The champagne is really nice though.”

“Is it?” I catch myself hoping that she offers me a sip from her glass, even after the long, intensive and graphic discussion I had with my dad about what would happen to me and my car if I ever got behind the wheel after drinking. Still, the bubbles in the glass rise so enticingly to the surface.

“Do you feel weird being here?” I ask her.

“Like, in the wrong outfit?”

“I suppose.”

She raises one shoulder in a shrug, “Maybe, it’s mostly funny though, isn’t it?”

“I would agree.”

“I'm surprised we've not been chucked out.”

“We will be, soon.”

The band kicks off into a cover of an Elvis song that aunt Maureen used to blast in the kitchen when she was doing a deep clean. With all of the fancy people in their finest outfits swaying unrhythmically on the dance floor, I decide that what would make the situation much funnier is if we were there among them, shorts and t-shirts and dirty white runners. 

“Where’s Jen? Jen!” I pull her away from a conversation she’s having with an old woman who seems confused about her appearance, “You’re dancing with me now.”

“Are you drunk? You’re hardly drunk.”

“I’m not drunk. Hey! You too,” and with a hand on Evie’s shoulder I march her onto the dancefloor. She’s giggling the whole way. 

“Wait, wait,” she leaves her glass onto a table and I pick it up for one sip, that’s all. She was right, it’s really nice champagne.

“Are you making me dance?”

“Shh, yes, wouldn’t you like to say that you danced in the ballroom of the Shelbourne?”

“Yeah I’ll call my mother straight away and tell her the good news. She'll be so proud of me.”

“Do you like Elvis?” holding both of her hands in mine I spin her in a wild circle, accidentally bumping her into someone else, and she gasps, “sorry! Sorry! That was an accident!” Then to me, “I don’t know, I haven’t decided.”

“If you like Elvis?” I didn’t really intend to dance with her, but here we are. I don't let go.

“I don’t think about him in terms of like or dislike, or whatever. He’s just… himself, like.”

“Suppose he is, yeah.”

We are dancing with so little grace that it ought to be humiliating, yet she’s smiling with delight at the silliness of this moment, and the coloured lights bounce over her face in a way that would be so nice to paint. I crash her into someone else, then immediately leap backwards onto some man’s foot.

“Sorry, man.”

“Excuse me, are you even supposed to be here?”

“I'm a cousin.”

The chorus kicks in and I sing it at Evie with tone deaf enthusiasm in my best Elvis voice, “Your kisses lift me higher, like the sweet song of a choir, uh huh! You light my morning sky burnin’ luh-uh-uve.”

I catch her eye the moment that her laugh fades and her face takes on a different look, one I've recognised in other people, and for one fraction of a second as I look back my brain tries to formulate a thought, or at least the beginning of one.

If I wanted to, I could-

Nope. Not interested.

I release her immediately and whirl around to dance with Jen instead.

“What's wrong with you?” She says the moment she sees my face.

“Me? Nothing. What's wrong with you?”

“I'm fine. Why do you look liked you've stopped having fun all of a sudden?”

“I haven't at all.”

“Then why are you looking all intense?”

“Hm? Who's intense?”

“You!”

“Dunno, Jen, too many questions,” I attempt to dip her but she resists with a squeal, and thankfully, it's just about enough to distract her.

From nothing, that is. Because nothing is happening. Nobody is intense except the guy on stage, singing Elvis like his life depends on it, and I am being completely normal.

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[maefansblog]

The Angst Needs to Match the Reward

This is how I imagine how Bridgerton Season 3 Part 2 could be a bit better.

Yes, I put it in plot points. I tried to put in as much as I can that I remember from the top of my head. I'm not a professional writer. I'm just a dedicated fan with some time on her hands. I left episode 8 pretty loose because, honestly, if things are fixed in 5-7, 8 would be fine. 🤷‍♀️

Episode 5

1. Carriage Scene

2. Marriage Proposal

3. Telling the Families

4. Portia tell off

5. Colin showing Pen new house

6. Queen’s report

7. Penelope’s Engagement dinner

8. John and Francesca spending more time together

*

9. Eloise's ultimatum

10. Colin's toast

11. Charades

12. Penelope almost tells Colin and Anthony and Kate say they're expecting.

13. Cressida declares she's Lady Whistledown

14. PENELOPE FAINTS

Episode 6

1. Engagement Ring

2. Church announcements and "love you's"

3. Cressida and Eloise fall out

4. Cressida and mother make plan for LW

5. Queen meets with Cressida

6. Portia and Pen plan for the wedding and about giving up dreams

*

7. Mondrich's ball

8. Colin and Pen happy dance

9. Cressida boss bitch entrance with Whistledown

10. Eloise and Pen start makeup with Eloise asking for help.

11. Pen goes to printers

12. Colin appears

13. "You're Lady Whistledown."

EPISODE 7

1. Fight and angst.

2. He's concerned for her safety. Sends her home in his carriage WITH HER

3. Colin is moody and angsty with Eloise

4. Next morning Cressida’s lady whistledown and Pen's whistledown appear.

5. But Colin is still being angsty

*

6. Colin starts drinking at Mondrich's with the boys (John, Will and Benedict)

7. Pen drinks at the Modiste's with Genevieve

8. Both of them meet on the street and start fighting again. He's still worried for her safety. He's upset about her writing about him. She stands up and writes that she only wrote truth. She used it to give her confidence and a voice. "What do you need me for?" I love you. Makeout. interruption.

9. He sends her into the carriage. She gives him an out of the wedding. He says stay. Stay. Stay. She stays

10. He brings her to their future home. Mirror scene starts here. Everything stays the same.

11. He sees her to her Featherington house. Colin goes to Anthony and Kate, and they discuss marriage. Then he talks about moving up the wedding or just gets ready for his wedding.

12. Wedding scene stays same

13. Wedding dance stays same

14. Queen’s interruption stays same

15. Colin and Penelope fight and he leaves to be moody

16. Penelope and Eloise hug

Episode 8

I think from here everything could stay the same, if these points were followed.

*You can add Benedict's and Violet's love lives. It's not important to the main story, though. It's an added bonus.

I love how they showed that marriage wasn't a fix all. And the mirror is not a fix all. It never was. It was a symbol that Colin Sees Penelope for who she is, and he loves her. Even as Lady Whistledown. His love didn't come like lightning from the sky. Even when he was mad at her, he loved her. He would do anything to keep her safe. In Episode 8, it makes sense that Colin would be angsty and moody. His wife is in danger. (Although I didn't like Colin begging Cressida, I like that he made it worse. I liked that angst because prior angst was already resolved!!! We know that Colin loves Penelope. Yes, he's mad. He's mad at her. He's mad for her. The angst needs to match the reward.)

💕Just add that she's a goddess in the last intimate scene! (Little book crumb)

Each conflict should move the story along for a purpose. Should conflict be resolved right away? No! However, little rewards need to be added to keep a viewer watching.

As it stands right now, I think they used the mirror scene either to reward us for Part 1, Colin putting Portia in her place, or the conflict between Eloise and Pen.

If they were trying to reward us for Part 1 angst, they already did so with the Carriage scene. We have bigger problems now. If they were trying to reward us for Portia, it was too small. If they were trying to reward us for Peneloise, they were covering up the issue because it fixed nothing.

They used the mirror incorrectly in the show. It should have been in Episode 7. It balances the level of angst and payoff. After the wedding, the new angst is the Queen's reward and Cressida’s blackmail. The reward is the Ton Reveal, Love Declaration, and Baby reveal.

The higher the angst, the higher the reward. Colin's discovery of Whistledown (in the TV Show) should lead to the love scene in the mirror, and the ton's discovery of Whistledown leads to a big Love Declaration and a child.

If you read all of this or just came for the vibes, you are amazing! I appreciate you! 💕

[yuwigqi]

So: different AU ideas I really like.

Black-Cantonese Tim (inspired by Titans) (adopted by the Drakes)

Carrie Kelley in main Batfam

Black Carrie (inspired by Gotham Knights)

Black Selina (inspired by the guilty pleasure Catwoman movie)

Lady Shiva redemption arc

Tim and Damian being close enough in age that Damian is taller than him as kids

Over 100 Alfred (so he's a WWII vet, and is in such good health for his age none of the kids actually know that or would believe him if he told them)

Bigender Tim (projection (affectionate))

Tiff Fox as Batgirl (probably coming in after Duke is Signal, and being around the same age as Carrie, the 6th Robin?)

Once Tim's 18, and Jon as been aged up to 18, after they date happily and break up with Bernard/Jay, they get together and there is drama with the two Robins and two Superboys (I prefer straight Kon is surprised Tim didn't go for him, and pan Damian is devastated that Jon is out of his age range now)

Talia is...gray. Not an evil rapist, but also not without flaws. Is able to be on peaceful terms with the Bats, not quite as peaceful as Hood, but definitely not a rogue herself. Shiva/Talia (this just became your new OTP after reading this)

Barbara is still disabled, but can stand up long enough to be Batgirl in a pinch. Like, she can regularly stand up to grab things and stuff, but in too much pain to walk everywhere, and if she needs to she can get up and fight, but she'll be fighting in pretty intense pain. (Me projecting my fibro onto her (affectionate))

Jason does stop killing (based on many other universes, but especially the Gotham Knights game)

Tim is a shareholder of Wayne Enterprises (which is canon), and is involved in some decisions, but is instead more prominent in The Martha Wayne Foundation, the Wayne Family's charity organization.

Bruce has a comical number of degrees that the public just like...doesn't know about. Like, completely impossible number. Like 20 Master's in everything from like Marine Biology to Sculpting to Programming to Aerospace Engineering to like Library Science. And like, multiple M.D.s in like Forensic Psychiatry, Forensic Pathology, and Pediatrics (to take care of his kids of course).

Again, not purely headcanon since this has a basis in canon, but Janet is quite sweet to Tim. But I AU you here as also being shrewd and competitive, a vicious businesswoman. Jack's level of abuse is at least as it is in canon where he throws things and is implied to have hit Tim before. Whether it stays at that level or goes beyond varies for me on the story.

Tim's parents go into witness protection rather than ever dying (inspired from the New 52) (this could play into adopted Tim, with Tim not even being his birth name)

Duke is a mix of the shy, reserved kid we see in WFA and the silver-tongued ruthlessly confident vanguard we see in Robin War.

Part of Duke's power is brain processing power. He apparently can see light as it moves, and no normal brain could comprehend that kind of information, so logically, his brain should have the processing speed of a supercomputer, probably way beyond his current level of knowledge or even his impressive intellect, so like, if he memorized the formulas, he'd be able to do complex calculus in his head fairly intuitively. With training of course, this would be something he notices later on and has to work to make it useful.

Bette Kane being active in the Batfamily, instead of solely in the Teen Titans. As the Batgirl before Babs, before leaving the vigilante business, and coming back part time as Hawkfire.

Dick only becomes a cop as undercover work to expose corruption, maybe even works in Internal Affairs (though I do like the idea of him being in an SVU for a little bit, but again, this is a temporary thing entirely), but leaves and instead becomes a Defense Attorney (inspired by Earth Two)

NOT an AU, but actually based on canon that DC fucking ignores, but Damian and the al Ghuls have East Asian heritage, as well as Kashmiri heritage (based on Nanda Parbat based on the real world Nanga Parbat, in Kashmir). Generally, a complex blend of Urdu, Burmese, Mandarin, Persian, and Arabic, (since a family-run group that old with still living relatives who are hundreds of years old and new members joining the League frequently and high ranking members from all over Asia teaching their culture would essentially make the League a sort of...small ethnic group itself)

Talia is older than human, probably around 200 or so (actually I think this either is or was canon at one point)

Cass is not invincible. She takes hits and gets disarmed in Batgirl all the time, so why she's been fanoned as being completely untouchable in fights is beyond me. However, because of her poor reading and computer skills, she's actually not a very competent homicide detective at the moment. But she is making progress at a rate consistent with her intelligence and work ethic.

Luke still does MMA professionally and is like...Bellator world champion or something. He's also a U.S. veteran (inspired by the DCAMU), and I'm saying Coast Guard then Navy Seal. I have more exact details about that in my head, but in general, I'm saying he was dishonorably discharged after refusing order to take a shot or something a building with children in, and now is one of those "Veterans against U.S. militarist imperialism" guys.

Essentially, all of the Bats' strengths and weaknesses put them around the same level (with the exception of Bette, who is part time, Carrie and Tiff who are brand new), with the sole exception being Dick, Babs, Selina, and Bruce, are who above them, and largely equal, however Bruce's devotion to spending every waking moment planning things and constantly improving tech and stuff means he's in practice above either of them

Bruce was in the FBI for a little before deciding to become Batman (this was canon before the New 52). I'm thinking he bounced around a little, in Crimes Against Children, the Bioterrorism Taskforce, Behavioral Science Unit, and Financial Crimes. Again, I love a Bruce who is ridiculously accoladed (so his kids find these things out later and are flabbergasted)

The thing is, none of these contradict each other. All of these could exist in the same universe. But trying to cram every detail into...there would need to be a fucking soliloquy of exposition in every single chapter. So what I think I'd do is use the first "chapter" just to say: "Here's the things in this universe. Not going to explain it all, just know these things. Enjoy that." I mean, some of that could be "show don't tell" in its own story, like Duke learning about his processing powers or Tim and Jon getting together. But yeah, these are my tastes.

[bruhnze]

After the game baby - Part 3

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 4

Summary: Lucy Bronze and Ona batlle are in love. They are having a great time but then Lucy doesnt think Ona is competetive enough and thinks of a way to fix that.

After the game baby - Part 3 (18+)

Gameday

They had fallen asleep cuddled up.

Lucy woke up to an empty bed and the smell of scrambled eggs being cooked. She looked at the time and saw it was 1h and 25 min till they had to go.

She got out of bed and walked to the kitchen, Ona had earbuds in and was swaying to the music cutting up some food.

Lucy walked to Ona and hugged her from behind. Ona backed up to Lucy and put one of her airpods in Lucy's ear. It was reggaeton, ofcourse it was.

Lucy smiled and swayed with Ona for a bit, Ona turned around and danced with Lucy.

"Good morning Luce" ona gave Lucy a kiss on her cheek "did you sleep well?"

"Mhm" lucy was looking over onas shoulder "what are you cooking up there then?"

Ona laughed.

They had their breakfast and got ready.

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1 minute before kick-off

They made the team picture and the playera gave eachother highfives and hugs. Ona hugged Lucy, and got goosebumps when she heard Lucy wisper "dont forget to score".

She looked at Lucy with a challenged look, "i will, watch me".

Ona was really focused and wanted to score, normaly it sometimes hard for her to get into the game, or she was too focused on who her opponent would be, who she had to defend. But this morning she had been completely focused.

With the warm up everyone was just fooling around a bit, when they noticed Ona taking the rondo really serious, they first joked "whe will win Ona, dont worry" Ona didnt budge, they stopped with the joking and just laughed to eachother about having a morning mood.

Ona hated that Lucy's plan seemed to be working this good, she was worried this would become regular occurance.

The wistle blew.

Barcelona immediatly pushed forward, the defending off the other team was quite okay actually, it was just the goalkeeper that was really bad. Thats why Jonatan wanted a lot off goals. It was possible, especially for Barça.

'9 - Goal from Graham, assistet by Brugts.

Good, the tone was set. Lucy thought, this will make a cut in the confidence of them. Now i can get a bit more forward aswell.

A few more chances passed and the team were up 4-0 already, the other team had gotten in their box only once and that was cleared easily. There were a few more minutes on the clock until half time.

Ona was ran up to the left corner and got the ball from Patri, she passed the defender and shot the ball to the goal. Shit she thought, when the ball left her foot, this wouldnt go in..

The GK jumped forward to punch the ball away with her fist,. But she missed.. Ona watched as she saw who stood at the back post, it could only be one.

AND THERE IS BRONZE WITH AN HEADER, SHE HAS SHOWN US ONCE AGAIN WHAT AN WORLD CLASS RIGHT BACK SHE IS , the spectator anounced

The team ran to eachother to celebrate and Ona didnt know if she was happy for her girlfriend to score or sad that she had skrewed up the shot.

Ona patted Lucys chest smiling "good goal, great assist"

In their team hug Lucy wispered in her ear, "yeah that was a proper assist, we still need you to score though".

The whistle blew and they went to their locker room, Jonatan held a little talk. "Good, we are halfway there, 5-0 and we want 10-0, and we have 45 min left to get to our goal". "I want to compliment everyone on their focusedness, we are playing a serious game, eventhough we knew we'd win, and that the difference between professionals and amateurs" .. "now we see that setting different goals is sometimes necessery, we are at a level that winning is not enough" we are winning with 10 to 0!!!!

1,2,3 - TEAM Patri shouted and they got back to the pitch.

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'88 minute, it was 10-0, a goal by Pina, her 2nd one of the match did it. The team got together and had a group hug, the team was really happy but were silenced by Ona.

"The match is not yet over guys, we stil have 2 minutes and probably 3 minutes extra time, thats 5 minutes to score another one"

Patri laughed "you want to be a captain also Ona?" "But its true, lets go, lets make Jonatan proud, show the fans what Barça Femeni is worth!!!!"

The team got back to their positions, Lucy was smiling running back to hers. She knew very well why Ona was still deadly focused and hadnt joined the celebratory mood just yet.

Ona has had 2 chances this game, the first one resultet in a Lucy goal. The second one was tapped by the GK resulting in the ball hitting the post and Aitana scoring off the deflection.

Ona needed this goal, she had almost forgotten her defending job, but the girl she was marking was not that good so it hadnt been an issue..

Until now, Ona was on the opposites half still when the opponent she had to cover was standing in a great spot to recieve the ball when the game turned over and the opponent team got the ball . "Joder" she sprinted to the player.

Right as another player wanted to pass to her opponent, Ona got inbetween, got the ball and turned around with it. Almost the whole team had ran up for the action, as they were already set to loose they wanted to try and score one to try to mess up the clean sheet.

Ona passed a few players and ran up to the opponent goal, only the GK was infront of her now. Lopez called from her left.

She knew it wouldve been the nice thing, letting the young player score, but Vicky didn't need this as much as her in this moment.

Ona chipped the goalie and ran after her ball, eventhough it was already going in. She ran in to the goal and grabbed the ball. She ran back with the ball and had the biggest smile on her face.

The team shared a hug again and the match was whistled to and end. Patri spoke up "Good job everyone, good game, but Ona you have to tell me now, why were you so determent to score" Pina and a few others laughed "yeah, you got an ex in that team or something?"

Ona turned red "no guys, i just have a strong mentality, every game is important, this says more about you guys than me"

"Okay miss professional" Mapi laughed, as the other players from the bench also joined the celebration "you sure you dont just hang around with Bronze to much"

"Hey" Lucy called "there is no such thing as being too competetive"

Everyone laughed, they walked off and most players went to take some pictures with the fans.

After recovery, what they had immidiatly after because it was a morning game, they all had lunch together and after that they had some more recovery.

Lucy wondered in to the dininghall, looking for Ona. She had just gotten out of the icebath and felt quite good, she had played the whole game, but her opponent hadn't been very physically challenging.

She spotted Ona, Ona sat at the table with Vicky and a few others, there was no chair left there.

Ona caught Lucy's eyes and smiled, then looked at her table and signed that Lucy could grab a chair and put it next to her.

Lucy wanted to walk to her and do just that, when Mapi came behind her and pushed her to the side, come on Bronze, sit with us, dont fall a sleep standing in the middle of the hall. Being completely oblivious to the thing Lucy was doing.

So Lucy sat with other the other players and they were laughing and eating, she couldn't help glancing over to Ona every now and then.

Ona seemed to be completely caught up in conversation with her table, they were drasticly waving with their hands and from the other side of the hall Lucy could hear they were speaking in Catalan. Their table broke out in laughter, so it must've been a funny conversation.

Paños cought "helloo, hellooo, i thought you could understand spanish" . Lucy turned "Si, si, sorry what"

Ingrid and Mapi laughed "its not the language, she'd sit with Ona probably, thats it" "yeah" ingrid said "they look at eachother with hearteyes all day"

"What was up with Ona anyway" Paños said.

"Wha- what do you mean?" -lucy

The table laughed, "why did she have to score so bad, that last one she couldve passed to Vicky but she scored herself, and the whole game actually, she was way more forward focussed"

"I dont know" lucy laughed "i guess the game was important to her"

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It was 4pm when the finally had gotten home.

Ona parked and walked to the elevator, Lucy grabbed the bags and followed. She smiled "didnt even have to fight to carrie the bags, wow".

Ona looked at Lucy, and came back to the here and now as if she had her head in the clouds before. "Sorry, was distracted, wanted to get home as quick as possible"

Lucy grinned "a i see, thats why you declined the invitation to chill with Vicky and the rest" "didnt you wanna hang by the swimming pool?"

The elevator stopped at their floor and Ona pushed Lucy to the door. "Open the door"

Lucy gulped, she liked this very much, she had Ona right were she wanted her.

Lucy opened the door, being very pleased with herself, she discarded of the bags and was then pushed back into the wall of their hallway.

Ona had shut the door and was now pressed against Lucy. She kissed Lucy's neck and ear and wispered "i scored'. She felt Lucy getting chills and kissed her neck furter.

Lucy took Ona's face and brought it to her own. "Yeah you did, now let me reward you"

They kissed and Lucy lifted Ona from the ground. Ona put her legs around Lucys waist and still kissing they walked to their bed.

Lucy turned and sat on the bed, so that Ona now sat on her lap. Ona took of her shirt and Lucy did the same, after that she went to kiss Ona's neck.

Ona cupped the back of Lucys neck, she groaned and looked up.

"What do you want baby" lucy spoke against Onas skin inbetween kisses

Ona kissed lucy and her hips started to grind against Lucys right thigh.

Lucy smiled, usually she would push and get Ona to use her words, but today she deserved to bo treated nice. "Lets undress then cariño"

Ona whimpered and stood up, she got naked in .2 seconds

[alientater]

I have so much to say about s3 of bridgerton so I’m dumping it all into one post. Take my dumbass opinions as a writer for what you will 😂

- first foremost thank you my QUEEN Nicola for your confidence and courage (I am no better than a man 👀). I feel like this whole season was a reminder for me, through both Pen and Colin that bodies that look like my own (Pens) deserve love. I can’t even begin to tell yall how much watching people swoon over her body specifically has made me 🥹 blush because my own looks so much like hers.

- I absolutely adored how devoted Colin was to Pen. Watching him realize his love for her in all her forms, with all her flaws was absolutely adorable and wonderful and beautiful, and it, in its own way, comforted me that the more masculine side of my self can be the romantic, the devoted, the loving person that I am as well. Both his little speech in the carriage and his love confession at the end are now living rent free in my brain.

- I know many people think they should have cut some of Benedict’s scenes but I’m against that opinion. I ADORED his character development this season, and I think it served well as a break in the tension of the plot. you will NEVER catch me unhappy to see a bisexual king living his best and horniest life.

- I’m so glad Pen got to keep her Column. The books end with Colin revealing her identity and I’m so glad they changed that. So much from the book was changed to give her more agency and I’m so so so happy about that.

- Genuinely, I’m so excited to see what happens in Scotland with Francesca and Eloise and Michaela and John!! I have a suspicion they’re going to make it another spinoff show like Queen Charlotte, and then we’ll get Benedict’s season (which 👀💕 I have no clue what they’ll do with it but WHATEVER it is I will be parked in front of that TV the SECOND it drops). Whatever it is they have planned I have a sneaking suspicion we’re finally going to get some sapphic romance 👀 so.

- I absolutely cannot stand the hate this season is getting online. I really think it was well done, and I enjoyed every second of it.

- I do wish they’d shown a *few* more spicy Polin scenes (or maybe made the end one a bit longer bc HOOOO boy 👀 I needed about another full 5-10 minutes of her riding him lord GOD almighty I need a glass of WATER). BUT they really didn’t get any more spice than Kate and Anthony did last season (in fact they had quite a bit more I’d say), and I know we’ll see more of it next season hehe 😈 so 😏.

- John dying is literally actually physically going to break my heart when we get to Francesca’s storyline. ALSO I think I really…. I want her to fall in love with him wholly and completely too. I think she has in some ways. I hope in her story, they explore the very real love between them, mostly because I adore his beautiful lil autistic ass.

- I really wish they’d brought back Daphne and the duke a bit more to help violet and Fran a bit. I think Daphne specifically would have really helped soothe that relationship.

- can we get an Eloise Benedict swing scene every season?? Plz? For me? I adore their queer sibling bond so so so much.

- I’m so glad Pen and Eloise are on good terms again. Their friendship breaking just really…

- also, on Eloise, I adore the character growth I saw her go through this season. I think she’s really learning how to see and love the people around her for who they are and it’s so beautiful. I think people were right about her self absorption to a certain degree but… every character has flaws. No one is really infallible. And I think I went through a similar growth, learning how to check and weild my priveledge, and it’s comforting to know I’m not alone in some of the mistakes I made

- I have so many feelings about Cressida Cowper. I know she’s a bully, and I disliked her originally, but something about this season made me…. Sort of like her. First of all, she’s so cunty and I absolutely LOVE that for her. Her outfits are 😮‍💨 every single time. The SLEEVES on those dresses. Like. I really hope she has character growth of her own. Also. You can’t convince me that woman isn’t a femme lesbian. I want to see her set up a nice little estate and live happily ever after with a woman she loves, honestly. I feel like it was really realistic and fascinating to see her schism with her family. I hope she doesn’t take her mother’s advice to heart. That she breaks the generational curse and learns to be both kind AND cunty 😂. I hope Eloise and her make up somewhat too. I just. I don’t want her to be the villain. The pressures of society are their own villain.

- Bring back Edwina Sharma and her Prince can we start a FUCKING petition bro.

- two people in on that show that no matter what they are being paid, are not being paid enough 1) the COSTUME designer and 2) the intimacy coordinator. Every five seconds I found myself saying “god that dress” or “oh man, I need that waistcoat”

- I love that the writers chose to make the featherington sisters more than just… jokes? Philippa especially. She really had some of the best breakout lines of the season “insert himself where” GIRL “Farley, now! the bugs!!” SHES SO CUTE and Mr Finch baby boy so are you and your love for her 🥹 it’s just so wholesome. I love that Shonda really has showed through this show that even with our eccentricities, we all deserve to be loved, appreciated, cherished.

- we stand by Portia featherington. She really made the best of some SHITTY as situations, and we love her for that. It’s so important to me that she’s not the villain either. That she and pen worked things through, learned how to support each other, and that Portia apologized. I think she’s definitely…. Let’s say morally gray but how morally grey really is robbing the aristocracy? 🤫. I honestly? Kind of hope she finds a love match, or finds happiness in her singleness without having to rely on a man. That she learns to live in her power.

- Did I mention how devoted Colin is to Pen? Can we return to that? My FAVORITE moments of this season were the ones where he is so absolutely down bad for her that he can barely speak bc ME TOO baby boy. ME TOO. and that it’s pen. This season was for the girlies who never get noticed, who never had boys crush on them. Who have to make do living vicariously through others, who have to learn to love themselves, because the world does not seem to.

- can we bring back lord debbling? Lowkey…. I kinda liked him. I need him to be Cressida’s beard for real 🤫

- the mirror scene THE MIRROR SCENE 🫠😮‍💨😰🤤 I…. I have so many feelings. I keep hearing people being like “it was so cringe” but? I think I loved it because it felt so…. Realistic? I found myself loving it because it was so… slow and sweet and intentional and it was in every way an extension of Colin’s feelings for pen. He loves her enough that he treats her with only the most kind, most slow and soft touches. He considers her pleasure before his own (which, god is that dreamy I wanna be this man SO BAD). He talks her through. he appreciates in every way she SHOULD be appreciated. I’m just. I’m never going to be over how fantastically luke played him. How fantastic Luke and Nicola’s chemistry was. Can we appreciate the shots angles looking down on Penelope too bc oh man. Oh boy. Jesus Christ she would be walking ME like a dog to if she looked at me like that Holy Fuck. Also the THIGHS the TITTIES (👀 respectfully 👀 RESPECTFULLY). The little sneaky views of Colin’s butt hehe, the way Pen GULPS when she sees Colin (girl SAME). It reminded me so vividly of my own first time. it made me miss being that young and… idk. I feel like sex scenes often feel fake or unrealistic and the ones in this just felt SO real.

- on that topic can we all just appreciate how much Kate sharma is getting her cookie ate bc 😂 lord only knows she deserves it. ALSO. Petition for next season: I ABSOLUTELY need to see Colin on his knees doing the same for Pen 🤤👀 bc you KNow that man is a service top, and she deserves it.

- genuinely genuinely. I’m so afraid of the show now getting canceled because it has openly queer characters 🥺. I’ve fallen in love with it and it’s like there’s this dread, in the pit of my stomach, that it’s all going to end prematurely because people are already acting so shitty.

- I need violet to have her own spinoff with Marcus 👀 and CONTROVERSIAL OPINION (not controversial) I need their sex scenes bc 😳 LORD . I am not. ahem. I am sinning looking at lady bridgerton like this 😂

- I loved lady Danbury and pens exchange at the end of the season and they’re great friends in the books! I hope it develops more!

- how does Jonathan Bailey so convincingly play a man utterly in love/ lust with his wife as a gay man 😂. Also. Anthony’s little “LILACS”? Still thinking about that lol.

- I’m so glad Eloise didn’t tell Colin about pen being whistledown.

- really wish we’d had a wedding night sex scene 😅

- pen wearing a full set of acrylics and riding that man’s dick is….. god. I have been given a gift.

- Need Need NEED more of the Mondriches, just being happy and finding their place. Their ball this season was fucking fantastic.

- the end camera shot of Colin and pen kissing in front of the window she always watched him from 🫠🥹💕 I’m actually sick it’s SO PERFECT

- I knew Penelope was going to have the only boy 👀😏 called it hehe

- I think one of the things I love most about the show is just… seeing women support and uplift each other and work through things. Talk about the hard things. That’s how we grow as people.

In conclusion, I know many people disliked a lot of things about s3 but I, personally, adored it. And I also know why the writers cut what they did, and did what they did. I honestly think if they’d just added a few small things it would have been perfect. There was so much happening this season it felt overwhelming almost, and I think if I were to say if there’s anything to learn from this, it’s that they need to slow down. Focus on and give each plot its share. I wish I could give Bridgerton an infinite budget for infinite episodes to do whatever they wanted bc I know it would be good. ALSO if I have to endure a month wait like that again I’m actually fucking rioting. I liked the anticipation but it felt too long and just…. Idk. I think an episode a week would be a better way to stretch it if they wanted to keep that ploy. Anyways. If anyone’s actually read this far, I’m so sorry 😂. And to all the people griping… get a grip. It’s a beautiful show and the writing was honestly fantastic. just enjoy the media for what it is im actually begging you. If this show gets canceled because of something as trivial as not enough Polin sex scenes and having actual queer representation in fucking coming for ALL OF YOU.

Peace and light

Annika

[mopopshop]

hello hello!! absolutely love your fics! i was wondering if you write for kelsey plum? if so could you write an age gap fic where reader gets signed to lv and kp automatically takes a liking to her and casually flirts her way to a date with reader

Flirt (Kelsey Plum x OC)

i wrote this high, i’m still high so i hope it eats😝 please enjoy and give feedback if you’d like!!

You never imagined you'd be here, standing in the middle of the Michelob Arena, with your name freshly signed to a WNBA contract. It felt surreal, like a dream, and your heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness. 

As you finish the final paperwork, you catch sight of Kelsey across the facility. The realization sends a thrill down your spine. You've heard stories about her intensity on the court and her infectious charisma off it. What you hadn't anticipated was the way her eyes would light up when they met yours.

"Hey, Leah, right?" Kelsey's voice is smooth, confident. She walks over, her stride effortlessly casual, and extends a hand. "Welcome to the Aces. I'm Kelsey."

You shake her hand, trying to keep your composure. "Thanks, It's an honor to be here."

Her smile widens, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "The honor's all ours. We’ve been keeping an eye on you. Impressive stuff."

Your cheeks heat up at the compliment. "Thank you. I'm really excited, you know— for all of this."

Kelsey nods, her gaze lingering on you a bit longer than necessary. "How about I give you a quick tour? Show you the ropes?"

"Yeah, that’d be great" you reply, grateful for the chance to get to know her better and to familiarize yourself with your new surroundings.

As she guides you through the facilities, pointing out various areas and sharing stories, you find yourself relaxing in her presence. Kelsey had a way of making you feel at ease, her natural charm and wit drawing you in. Her gaze intense and alluring. 

"You know," Kelsey says as you both reach the locker room, "you're going to fit in just fine here. But there's one thing you need to know about me."

You raise an eyebrow, curious. "And what’s that?"

"I'm a bit of a flirt," she admits with a playful grin. "So if you ever feel like I’m coming on too strong, just let me know. I promise I can tone it down."

You laugh, the sound light and genuine. "I'll keep that in mind."

Over the next few weeks, Kelsey stays true to her word. She flirts casually, making little comments that send your heart fluttering. She compliments your game, your style, even the way you tie your shoes. It's never over the top, but always enough to keep you on your toes, wondering if there's something more behind her words.

One evening, after a particularly grueling practice, you find yourself alone in the gym, shooting some extra free throws. You're focused, determined to improve, when you hear footsteps approaching.

"Up for a game of HORSE??" Kelsey's voice echoes through the empty space.

You smile, turning to face her and fake a grimace “You really wanna do that? Cause I’ll beat your ass and it’s not gonna be cute"

“Damn, rookie. Trash talking me now?”

“Just warning you” you shrug sarcastically.

She rolls her eyes playfully “Fine, but let’s up the stakes for whoever loses” you look at her and she stares back expectantly.

“Set your price, rookie”

Finally realizing what she’s saying, you respond quickly “If you lose… you have to let me style your pre-game fits for the next— two weeks”

She grins lightly “Okay, okay, I’ll take that. But if you lose— you gotta… let me take you out sometime”

You freeze and your breath catches in your throat “…Okay.. but don’t hold your breath” you tease as you calm down.

She laughs, grabbing a ball and joining you on the court. You play your game of HORSE, the tension between you palpable but unspoken.

The game winds down, leaving Kelsey with a win. She approaches you sheepishly, spinning the ball between her hands.

“So… about that date..?” she smirks.

You chuckle, shaking your head at her persistence. "I guess a date wouldn’t be that bad”

She grins triumphantly, tossing the ball aside. "Tomorrow night? We can grab dinner after practice."

You consider it for a moment, a rush of excitement mingling with nerves. "Tomorrow night sounds good."

"Perfect," she says, her smile widening. "I'll pick you up at seven."

As she turns to leave, you call after her playfully, "But don't think this means I'm going easy on you in practice!"

Kelsey laughs over her shoulder. "Wouldn't have it any other way, Leah"

[anantplayingdnd]

In honor of pride month I want to hear about how queer you made Barovia please and thank you.

For my game:

Strahd is an obvious bisexual king.

Rahadin is asexual, but not in like, an ace kind of way. Like in a single-celled organism kind of way.

Ireena is aroace! A decision partly inspired by a certain pool of water (iykyk), and also because she’s a little bit my self-insert. A PC hit on her in like session four and was immediately told, “Do not ever speak to me that way again.” She’s iconic and I adore her.

IZMARK. IZ. GAY. And madly in love with the druid. Unfortunately Izmark does not know he is gay. He believes it is very normal to lovingly stare into your homie's eyes and look down at his lips and imagine what it would be like to kiss him. And it is very normal to comment on how attractive your homie is, cause that's just what bros do.

Vollenta is a beautiful lesbian who refuses to let the fact that she is married to Strahd change the fact that she is a lesbian and nobody will tell her or her pile of bodies otherwise.

Ludmilla is on the ace spectrum. I mean, come on. She's with the guy for power and grant money. She says she loves him, and they're definitely intimate, but she's the kind of girly to take notes before during and after, you know?

Escher. What even needs to be said about Escher. He's Ravenloft's resident twink and proud of it. He's a little lonely and can't stop thinking about the boy he was in love with when he was young, who is now old and grizzled from age, while Escher himself remains the same age he was when he betrayed his lover and chose Strahd instead, but like... he's also pretty and immortal, so who cares?

(Escher Bonus Content: Two moms! They loved him very much and were upsettingly supportive of his decision to become Strahd's newest consort)

Anastrasya: idk she's dead pre-campaign in mine so if you came here looking for commentary on her you will not get it.

Ezmerelda is a trans lesbian! She's gorgeous and I adore her. She's just so confident that she can kill Strahd on her own and I think she's right for that. I knew I wanted her to be a love interest for one of my PCs, and it just so happens that the player in question has a type.

Danika is also bi, and she's very happily married to her wonderful little husband. This hasn't come up in the campaign at all it's just something I know to be true in my heart.

The Abbot: Gender! Fluid! Call them whatever you want. He/him when you want to play on ideas of masculinity in religious circles, they/them when you want to make them seem undefinable, she/her when you want your PCs to reflect on how much mom trauma they all have :)

Sergei is straight but that man loves the queer community so much and he deserves an honorable mention.

Arrigal is gay and very pissed that the party keeps knocking on his wagon door at 3am. His ex-husband/current boyfriend has been coerced into co-parenting a child with the cleric.

There's definitely others but these are my versions of the little guys. I am so interested to hear other people's takes on them.

[leafy-mints]

"if you want me to, i'll share my heart"

The sound of heavy breathing and lips crashing against each other filled Chuuya's bedroom. Well, it was more like their bedroom with how often Dazai stayed in there too.

Said redhead was straddling Dazai's hips with both of her thumbs smoothing over the other’s cheekbones. While Dazai had one hand resting lazily on her waist and her other hand on the side of her neck.

Dazai loved making out with her girlfriend. Especially when she was in this particular mood.

Every kiss was more passionate than the last. Each one slow yet full of desperation, love, and pure want and she'd never get tired of it. Hot, open-mouthed, tongues slowly moving around each other, and the occasional lip biting. She loved the high that came from it.

Chuuya parted from her lips for a moment to leave a trail of kisses on Dazai's jaw, down her neck, and across her collarbones. The brunette sighed and let her eyes flutter shut, her skin growing warmer by the minute.

But just as she was beginning to relax into the soft touches, Chuuya bit down on her shoulder hard, leaving an angry mark there as her teeth disconnected from the flesh. Naturally, Dazai's eyes flew open at the sudden burst of pain.

"Ouch, asshole!" Dazai hit Chuuya's shoulder in response as she pouted.

"Mm, shut up, you fucking love it."

Her tone was enough to shut Dazai up immediately. Her voice was laced with confidence and made her sound so sexy it was unfair.

The shorter girl kissed and licked the bite mark before whispering low in the other girl's ear, "And even if you didn't, you'd take whatever I give you anyway 'cause you like it when I'm a little mean to you."

This turned Dazai on impossibly more and all the poor girl could do was keen as Chuuya recaptured her already kiss-swollen lips. The two could both tell they were already soaked. They were pretty worked up from being away from each other for so long. Chuuya was out of town for a business meeting and Dazai had been teasing her the whole week she was away just to get to this point. Their hands moving feverishly over each other's bodies, groping and caressing whatever areas of skin they could was enough proof her plan had worked.

Dazai had to suppress a whine when Chuuya separated from her mouth again. The redhead must have sensed this because she gave her a quick peck as an apology before explaining, "I need to prep you, babe, you're in for a long night."

"Oh, really? And what exactly do you plan to do to little ole me? Probably nothing I can't handle." Dazai challenged with a smirk, she enjoyed being bratty since she knew it pissed Chuuya off.

And Chuuya looks so pretty when she's annoyed.

"Well, if you must know," She huffed and rolled her eyes while pushing her hair back, "I plan to make you cum at least three times tonight. Maybe more."

"Oh, do go on." Dazai smiles and bats her eyelashes up at her girlfriend mockingly.

“First, I'm going to finger you until that brattiness of yours goes away,” She dropped her annoyance for just a moment and gazed almost innocently into Dazai’s eyes as she rubbed her hands along the girl’s sides, “And then, I’m going to fuck you until you can't think, Osamu."

The hands on her sides combined with the use of her given name sent a welcomed shiver down Dazai’s spine. She couldn’t stop the stupidly wide grin spreading across her face. Oh, she's in for a long night alright.

Chuuya pulls Dazai in for one more kiss before kissing her neck again and pulling her panties off. The taller girl lifted her hips so Chuuya could pull them the rest of the way down.

“Someone’s impatient,” Dazai smirked.

“You’d complain either way,” Chuuya kissed a hickey that was forming, “I’ll shut you up soon enough though.”

“I’ll be waiting,” The brunette gave an exaggerated yawn to feign boredom.

Chuuya rolled her eyes again and slowly kissed her way down Dazai’s body, giving extra affection to the scars her bandages usually covered.

Chuuya’s always loved her scars. Sure, she hates the reason they’re there, but they didn’t make Dazai any less beautiful. If anything, the fact that they’re all old and mostly faded shows how far she’s come since they were younger and working for that horrid organization. Chuuya will forever be proud of her for it.

“Can you get on with it already?” Dazai whines while Chuuya is sucking a hickey on her stomach. She was getting flustered from Chuuya being so sweet with her, so her turned head was flushed pink.

“Well now look who’s impatient,” Chuuya pinches her thigh and giggles at the yelp Dazai lets slip. “Good girls should know patience. Seems I’ll need to teach you.”

“Let’s see if I can pass with flying colors then,” Dazai snickers. Chuuya rolls her eyes for the umpteenth time in less than an hour.

Even with two fingers deep in her, Dazai was still trying to be stubborn as ever. Chuuya could tell she was already falling apart though.

“Did you touch yourself at all while I was away? You’re so tight, baby,” Chuuya teased as she started scissoring her fingers to stretch Dazai out some more.

“Ah,” A forceful exhale to replace the embarrassing whine that was going to escape her lips, “Nope. Waited just for you, Chibi.”

“Aww, such a good girl,” The redhead patted her cheek mockingly. The brunette blushed and started to swat her hand away, but froze when Chuuya hit her prostate. Her own hand dropped limp at her side as she gasped.

Chuuya curled her fingers to try and get a more vocal reaction out of Dazai, but unfortunately, the noises she would make were quiet or held back completely. But when Chuuya added a third finger, Dazai’s eyes widened and she had to bite her lip hard to keep a moan from spilling out.

“Ah, that won’t do,” Chuuya sharply thrusted her fingers into her and couldn’t help but smirk when she heard the moan her girlfriend held back earlier slip out, “Much better.”

She continued at a faster pace, occasionally curling her fingers to rub against her prostate. She noticed Dazai’s thighs slightly twitching and knew her girlfriend was close.

A few gasps and pants later and Dazai was biting down on her lip again as she came with only a soft grunt. But her eyelids fluttering and her hand twisted in the sheets gave away how much Chuuya was truly affecting her. Chuuya didn’t slow down as she fucked her through her release, but Dazai didn’t think much of it.

That is, until she still feels her girlfriend's fingers pounding into her and the haze of her orgasm was bordering into overstimulation.

Dazai tried to squirm away, but Chuuya still didn’t let up and held her in place keeping that same, rough pace.

The brunette gasped and whined and screwed her eyes shut at the burn of overstimulation. It was almost too much, but with the way Chuuya was holding her hips down, she had no choice but to lay there and take it. It was mind numbing.

Her mouth dropped open in a silent moan as the slight discomfort quickly turned back into pleasure. She could feel her second orgasm coming already.

Dazai’s legs trembled as Chuuya skillfully massaged and hit her prostate over and over. Her head was blissfully empty and all she could do was moan and whine. She felt like she was on cloud nine.

“Fuck- I’m close again, Chuuya,” Dazai choked out.

“Oh, I know,” Chuuya cooed as she sped up her fingers, her tone condescending. “I feel you, baby. Give me another one.”

Dazai whined and even thrashed around a bit at the onslaught of pure pleasure. She felt her orgasm so, so close she wanted to cry. She was right there-

Her thoughts were cut off when Chuuya curled her fingers at a particular angle that had her gasping for air. She was so close and every press against her prostate felt impossibly good. Her thighs quivered hard and her legs started to close, but Chuuya forced them right back open and held them down. Dazai let out a dry sob and threw her head back. She could hardly think, let alone speak.

“C’mon, baby, be a good girl and cum for me.”

That sentence combined with a few more hits to her prostate and Dazai was gone. Her back arched off the bed and she came hard with a loud moan. Chuuya slowed down a bit, but kept finger-fucking her through the full body spasms she was having.

“Holy shit..” Dazai threw an arm over her face and mumbled to herself when she finally came back down.

“Nothing you can’t handle though, right?” Chuuya giggled and lightly smacked her thigh. Dazai groaned, rolled to the other side of the bed, and turned away from her in response.

So dramatic, Chuuya thought, but it was a little endearing.

“Nope, get back here, I’m not done with you yet,” Chuuya grinned as she grabbed Dazai’s hips and dragged the fucked-out girl back towards her. She flipped her onto her back again so she was hovering over her and kissed her cheek.

“Ugh, give me a minute. I feel so floaty right now.” Dazai sighed and closed her eyes.

“I thought that was the whole point, mackerel,” Chuuya playfully scoffed and rolled her eyes, “I fuck the brattiness out of you so I don’t have to hear your smart-ass mouth.”

“Yeah, yeah, congratulations, slug. You shut me up with mind blowing sex. Do you want a cookie?” Dazai waved a hand in her face for emphasis, but was quickly shut up when Chuuya grabbed that hand to pin it above her head and into the mattress.

“Well clearly I didn’t do good enough since you still have jokes, hm?”

Dazai just stared at Chuuya, face red, and for once in her life at a loss for words.

It’s not often she can catch Dazai off guard, but when she does, her reactions are priceless. Chuuya giggles, “Alright then, I’ll be right back. Let’s see if you have anything else to say after fuck your brains out.”

“I’m shaking in my boots.” Dazai crossed her arms and smirked. An outstanding recovery.

Despite the clear attempts of her girlfriend trying to piss her off, Chuuya couldn’t help but think about how cute she looked at the moment. Face still a bit flushed and her dark hair fanned out over the mattress.

“You’re gonna need to lose the attitude, missy.” She joked and hit her thigh again before pointing at her and walking off. Dazai stuck her tongue out at her and went back to resting her eyes.

Dazai let out a long moan as Chuuya slowly slid the dildo into her with almost no resistance. When she made it down to the hilt, the brunette let out a grunt as the tip brushed her slightly sensitive prostate.

"You okay, baby?" The redhead asked, kissing her girlfriend on the cheek.

Dazai nodded with a bit of desperation. Chuuya had quickly got her riled back up with just some dirty talk. Her breathy gasp of 'yes' made the redhead’s face bloom a pretty pink.

"Okay, just relax and breathe for me."

Chuuya flicked her wrist to pull the dildo out a little before slowly pushing it back in. Dazai's lips parted and her eyes squeezed shut. The shorter girl immediately stopped though and Dazai was about to complain before Chuuya lightly slapped her cheek—not to hurt her, just enough to get her attention—and blue eyes met dark brown as the brunette slowly opened her eyes.

"There you go. Eyes on me, baby."

Dazai immediately flushed at the words. Her girlfriend was incredibly hot like this. She felt a little lightheaded as she nodded and Chuuya's small smile in response did nothing to ease that.

Chuuya continued the slow pull and push motion while kissing the corner of Dazai's mouth, her cheek, her neck, her shoulder, and just about anywhere else she could reach.

Dazai could feel everything. She could feel the gentleness of the redhead's kisses, the softness of the fiery red locks interlaced between her fingers, and the width of the dildo dragging against her walls. It was starting to drive her insane, turning her forceful exhales into low whines. She loved when her head went blissfully empty like this, she loved being able to relax and not think for a while, and she especially loved entrusting Chuuya to do this for her.

When Chuuya hit her prostate dead on, her wrist flew to her mouth to muffle what would've been an embarrassingly loud moan. Chuuya narrowed her eyes and pulled Dazai's arm away from her mouth to pin it to the pillow over her head.

"I wanna hear you, babe. Don't hide your voice from me," Chuuya gently scolded as she thrust the dildo into Dazai a little harsher than earlier, ripping a pretty moan from her throat.

The two froze for a second as both of them went horribly red.

"Fuck," The redhead whispered under the breath with a grin, "Keep that up and you won't be walking anytime soon."

Chuuya continued fucking Dazai at a much faster pace. It honestly made the brunette dizzy. Her thighs were quivering and her head was thrashing around as she moaned. Chuuya paused for a minute to pull one of Dazai's thighs to her stomach to bless the taller girl with a much better angle. She was hitting her prostate dead on with each powerful thrust and it felt so, so good.

"Mm, I'm getting close, Chuu." Dazai whined, her warning reaching deaf ears. Chuuya didn't slow down at all. If anything, she sped up.

"Please, I wanna cum." She grunted out after a particularly good thrust. Her chest heaving and eyes watering.

"And just how bad do you want it, darling?" Chuuya challenged, her eyes low and dangerous.

Now, Dazai was hardly one to beg, but with the headspace she was in at the moment, she couldn't care less.

"I want it so, so bad, Chuuya. Please- Fuck- Please let me cum. I've been so good."

"Have you now?"

"Yes! Oh god, please-" She cuts herself off with another swear and a moan.

Chuuya loved when her girlfriend slipped away from her normal composure and got like this. Thinking of nothing except chasing the pleasure of her impending orgasm. She loved being able to relax her. Hearing the beautiful girl beg right in her ear was a satisfying bonus.

"Don't cum until I say." Chuuya grins evilly at the girl next to her. Her forearm was starting to burn from the ruthless pace she'd set, but she was going to push through it for the sake of giving her girlfriend the incredible orgasm she deserved.

"Chuu, please!" Dazai was genuinely starting to sob now. Her eyes were glassy with unshed tears and her hair was starting to tangle from tossing her head so much.

Chuuya once again ignored her plea and just kept up with the brutal pace, enjoying her girlfriend squirming around and how vocal she was being.

Dazai was seeing stars. Everything felt way too good and her release was hurling at her. The harsh thrusts directly on her prostate made her limbs tingle and her eyelids flutter as they rolled back.

"Shit- Chuuya, I can't. Oh god, please-" Dazai choked out in between a sob.

"Yes you can. Just a little longer. I know you can, baby." Chuuya’s voice was a little rough and Dazai almost came from hearing that directly in her ear alone.

Chuuya kissed the shell of her ear and groaned, "You look and sound so fuckin’ gorgeous right now," She kisses her cheek, "My pretty girl."

Dazai shut her eyes as her face went red from the praise and her breathing quickened as she did everything to hold off her orgasm for just a bit longer. She subconsciously began chanting the word 'please' and Chuuya's name like a prayer.

"You’re so beautiful, my love,” Chuuya mumbles in the girl’s ear, “You're always so good for me. You take it so well, baby."

The tears finally slipped from Dazai's eyes and Chuuya's heart skipped a beat. The blush dusting her face, her messy hair, the tear tracks going down her cheeks.. Her girlfriend looked absolutely ethereal.

"It feels so good. You always make me feel so good,” She whined and sniffed, barely able to form the sentences. Chuuya always got sappy with her near the end and all of the praise usually made her cry.

"Yes! Right there, Chuuya. Shit, I'm so close. Please, please, please-"

"Cum for me, Osamu."

Dazai came so hard her eyes rolled back and her mouth dropped open. She threw her head back into the pillow and gripped Chuuya's shoulder hard as she came on the dildo with a loud, drawn out moan. The use of her given name made her cry even more. It sounded so pretty coming from Chuuya, she just couldn't handle it.

Chuuya pressed kisses into her tousled brown hair and whispered soft praises to her as she continued to fuck her through the powerful orgasm. Tremors wracked through Dazai's whole body again from the force of it. The redhead only stopped when her girlfriend started weakly hitting her shoulder and trying to move away due to overstimulation.

The brunette winced at the feeling of the dildo being pulled out of her, but was quickly comforted by her girlfriend putting an arm around her.

Chuuya traced the bite mark she made earlier (it was definitely going to bruise by tomorrow, she’ll help her ice it later) while she kissed her cheek and murmured praises into her neck.

“Give me like 5 minutes and I will give you the best head you've ever had in your life.” Dazai exhaled.

Chuuya giggled, “Yes ma’am.”

Dazai’s breath hitched at that, a nd Chuuya definitely caught it.

“Wait.. You’re totally into that aren’t you?" Chuuya turned to face her and smiled.

“I’m not,” Dazai huffed.

“You are.”

“Am not.”

“Are to!”

“Am not!”

Chuuya scoffs and rolls her eyes, “Osamu, darling, dearest, love of my life, honey, baby-”

“Okay, okay! You can stop now,” Dazai cries as her cheeks burn red. She’s never been well with praise, or pet names, or anything like that. All the more reason Chuuya loves to run wild with them.

Chuuya laughs and Dazai’s heart clenches. Her girlfriend was unbelievably beautiful in every way. She turned her head so they were properly facing each other. They stared in silence for a moment before Dazai leans in to give her a soft kiss. She may not be the best at expressing just how deeply she feels with words, but she knows her actions show more than enough to Chuuya.

The kiss had the both of them melting. Chuuya’s arm moved down to loosely hold the brunette’s waist while Dazai cupped the other girl’s cheek. It was so soft and gentle and everything that they were still adjusting to.

Dazai moves Chuuya onto her back and hovers over her, kissing her neck and collarbones. She was aiming to reciprocate the same devotion she received prior. Sucking hickeys and placing kisses over scars she accumulated from working in the mafia.

She slowly made her way in between Chuuya’s legs, holding onto both her toned thighs. She placed a kiss on the inside of each before licking at the other girl’s clit. The redhead let out a soft sigh and put a hand in Dazai’s hair, gently massaging her scalp.

Chuuya lets out a groan when the brunette alternates between licking and sucking. It sent little shocks of pleasure through her, and she quickly eased into it. She was very aware of the dull throbbing in her forearm, but it weirdly added onto the bliss she was feeling.

Dazai just looks up at her through her eyelashes and Chuuya lets out a shaky exhale when she feels Dazai’s tongue finally prod at where she wanted it. The shorter girl then lets out a sharp exhale as Dazai licks into her cunt and one of the hands on her thigh moves to rub her clit. Chuuya’s soft noises and the way her muscular thighs trembled around her head nearly made the brunette ready for another round right then and there.

The redhead could feel Dazai’s smirk as her own breathing got heavier. Her abs twitched and her arousal coiled hot in her stomach. If she didn’t already know how good her girlfriend was at giving head, she’d think it was insane that she was so close already.

Chuuya’s heavy breaths turned into moans and whines. Her grip in Dazai’s hair tightened and she subconsciously tugged on it. For a second, she worried she was a bit too harsh, but the moan that reverberated against her clit threw all her concerns aside.

She looked down and locked eyes with her girlfriend a second time and the eye contact made her weak. Dazai’s always oozed confidence in the bedroom setting and while Chuuya loved it, she also used to be a little jealous of it (What can she say? They were pretty competitive no matter the activity.) since she had to build hers up. The first time they had sex when they were seventeen, the redhead was absolutely a pillow princess. Dazai didn’t let that go for weeks.

It only took another minute or two of Dazai’s mouth on her before her back arched off the bed, her eyes clamped shut, and she came with a cry of the girl’s name, squirting on her tongue.

When Chuuya opened her eyes, her face flushed red, seeing the bottom half of Dazai’s face shiny with slick. She shot up and mumbled a quiet ‘Oh my god..’ in slight disbelief.

Dazai just grinned and wiped her mouth on her arm as she moved to sit on her girlfriend’s lap. She had her legs crossed around Chuuya’s middle and she lifted a hand to caress her face.

“My, my, little Chuuya was awfully worked up, huh?” She tilted her head and grinned as she patted Chuuya’s now very red cheek.

“Oh my god, shut up,” She groaned and looked away, but Dazai grabbed her chin to make the girl look back at her. They stared at each other for a bit before Chuuya smiled and leaned in to softly connect their lips once more. She could taste herself on Dazai, but that was an easy price to pay to kiss her girlfriend.

The two basked in the afterglow for a bit. All gentle caresses and loving stares. Dazai felt especially spent and would have slumped over Chuuya’s shoulder and fallen asleep if it wasn’t for said girl suddenly kissing all over her face like she was a child.

“Hey, that tickles, stop it, slug!” She scrunched her face up, it was starting to match the shade Chuuya’s was earlier.

Chuuya laughed and gave her one last peck on the lips before wrapping her arms around the taller girl. The position was a little awkward with their height difference, but of course, the two made it work. They always do.

Chuuya sighed and kissed the brunette’s cheek. Dazai almost felt like running away from all the affection she was receiving, but she placed her chin over Chuuya’s shoulder and allowed herself to hold onto the girl instead.

“Chuuya’s awfully soft today,” Dazai scoffed.

"I love you, Osamu,” was the immediate reply. It was barely a whisper, but Dazai heard it all the same.

Dazai froze and tensed a little as she processed those words. They’ve been together for 6 years and some days she still can’t believe she’s hearing it.

“..I love you too.”

And the couple hugged each other even tighter.

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

why is everything (showing other people respect. being patient and kind. not flying off the handle about stupid things. emotional regulation and self-control. et cetera.) so easy when I'm not around my parents and so so so so hard when I AM around them?

[stevethehairington]

ive seen sooo many people say that the expression on tashi's face in the wake of the retirement conversation when art is lying in her lap and asks her to hold him is disgust, but like. it's not. i don't think it's disgust at all.

it's grief.

it's tashi getting the news that her tennis career is finished all over again. it's tashi realizing that this is it; that art is tired and he is giving up and she is going to lose it all for the second time. it is tashi letting it sink in that she is going to have to come to terms with this, again.

[anthromimicry]

forever thinking about how, according to maslow's hierarchy of needs (or simply the self-actualization pyramid) that is basically this motivational theory in psychology that's made up of a five-tier model of human needs, that misao went from being on the third tier in her childhood to reverting back to the first tier currently which is food, water, warmth, and rest.

[ here's a picture of it for reference, y'all ]

so, in other words... she is just trying to survive SO badly right now at this point in her life, that she can not even worry about things like safety or security and especially not friends. and that is UHH... i might, or might not be sobbing right now

[frozenambiguity]

Kaeya 🤝 Furina

playing their role in a never-ending performance.

[coloursofaparadox]

mm

[skrunksthatwunk]

god goromi really fucked my gender didn't she