#*insert hysterical laughter here*

[bitletsanddrabbles]

I FINISHED A ROUGH DRAFT!

Is it the rough draft I wanted to finish this month? NO!

Is it the rough draft of any of the million things I started this month? NO!

Is it the rough draft of any of the million things I started last year that I’ve been thinking it would be nice to finally get finished up? NO!

BUT IT IS A ROUGH DRAFT AND IT IS DONE AND THAT IS ALL THAT COUNTS!

[zkretchy]

Nothing like still feeling elated after a hard fought and won battle-and also hand holding because...them

[spoiledlbleach]

thinking about how as an autistic trans dude i have to learn bro code to mask and pass as a man better. like rn in the minds of cis ppl i dont pass which i wanna do but like. im doing so much work for some unachievable thing in the distant future jesus fucking christ

[sinsinsininning]

A little bit softer

Chapter 2.

Eustass Kid x crew mate!fem!reader

TW: depictions of DV, descriptions of medical terms and procedures, not as smutty

A/N: I don’t know why but l always have to make my reader inserts or OCs a medic in some way……It’s probably bc I’m a vet tech.

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Kid felt… guilty, which wasn’t a normal thing for him. Suspecting you were scared of him was one thing. But knowing you were scared of him was another entirely.

He wanted to shake himself some days, you were just a rookie. Not his lover. Not his partner. He didn’t owe you anything. But then he’d ruin his own pep talk by thinking of you and your face.

After your conversation with Heat, Kid walked on eggshells around you. The entire crew was still trying their damnedest to meddle with him, so encounters with you had ramped up a lot. You both still did your best to avoid eye contact or speak to him. But it was clearly starting to wear on the crew’s patience.

“You need to handle your shit.” Killer said to him one day in his workshop. Kid couldn’t even pretend not to know what he was on about.

“You need to fuck off!” He shouted, feeling his shoulders shake.

“Just talk with her, you never know, maybe she likes you as well.”

Kid burst out in hysterical laughter, needing a few moments to catch his breath.

“She’s terrified of me Killer,” He coughed. “She thinks I’m gonna hit her or something. I heard her telling Heat.” Killer cocked his head, thinking.

“All the more reason to clear the air. What’s more is I can’t have the crew keep trying to pair the two of you up, it’s getting in the way of their tasks.” Kid fixed him with a glare.

“Newsflash, asshole! You were the one who started that shit!” He turned back to his table. “Besides the fuck am I gonna say to make her feel better? Huh?”

“That’s true, you’re not good with words.” Killer nodded and began approaching him. “You’ll just have to use your actions.” Kid laughed.

“Oh yeah? How am I gonna do that?” He asked sarcastically before a sharp pain flared in his right arm. “Ow what the fuck?!”

Killer had cut his arm, a deep laceration at least 5 inches long. The masked man shrugged at his shouting.

“She’s in the med bay, go up there, tell her you got cut while working. Ask her to patch you up.”

“Fuck you this stings!” Kid pressed a used rag to his arm. “I’ll fucking stab you.”

“She won’t be there much longer. Tell her you can’t find me and you can’t stitch yourself with one hand.” Killer took that moment leave, Kid stood there fuming for a moment. Part of him wanted to just stay down here and fix it later, just to piss Killer off.

But a stronger part of him wanted to see you, hopefully you wouldn’t run or hide. He made his way slowly to the med bay, almost hoping you’d be gone. As he entered he saw how unlucky he was.

You had your back to him, wiping down the machines that sterilized the suturing materials and other rudimentary instruments. He coughed to get your attention, keeping his injured arm hidden behind the doorframe.

“Hip are you don- oh!” He hated how tense you became, you soft stomach clenching in worry. “Sorry captain, I thought Hip was done with the mop. What can I do for you?” He showed you his arm and felt a small bit better as you gasped with worry.

The rag he’s used to staunch the bleeding made it look worse than it was, but it had dried a little and was now stuck to his skin. You motioned for him to sit on the chair by the table.

“How’d that happen?” You asked, trying to gently peel the rag off.

“Was working and it just kinda happened.” He wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t want to lie to you. “Don’t know where Killer is and I can’t sew with only one hand.” Still not lies technically.

“Gotcha.” You’re all business and he feels a little flush at the sight of you zipping around the room gathering materials. “Well it’s not too bad, really deep though. I’ll numb it, suture it really quick and you should be on your way.” Any trace of fear or anxiety was gone, your posture alert but relaxed, you soft face was focused.

“Take your time.” Kid drawled, enjoying the view, didn’t hurt that your ass looked good as you bent over to grab something under the desk. Your ass always looked good he decided. “Got nowhere to be.”

“Not true,” You return with a small syringe, some type of numbing drug he assumed. “You’re the captain, you probably got plenty of stuff to be doing.”

He didn’t respond, the injection you gave him stung so he had to bite back his swears about it. Neither of you spoke as you worked. You had to stand pretty close to place the sutures, your hands cold but soft as you touched him.

You shivered at one point and Kid realized, horrifically, that he’d leaned to far forward to watch your hands. You glanced up at him, caught his gaze and shuffled a bit further back. He wanted to growl as he saw how tense you’d gotten, your soft apology only making him more frustrated.

You were halfway done and he couldn’t take the silence anymore.

“So.” You tensed again, he could see it in your neck especially. “I never did ask… who was your old captain?” You jabbed the needle a bit harder at the question, obviously not on purpose as you profusely apologized. He ignored and continued to stare until you answered.

“His- um. His name is um… It’s Badger. Captain Badger.” You try to focus once more.

“How long did you sail with him?”

“2 years.”

“How big was the crew?”

“About 15.”

“Where’d you sail?”

“West Blue.”

“Why’d you leave?”

“Um.” You were almost shaking, he almost hesitated.

“Why’d you leave his crew?”

“What does it matter?” Oh that was a response, he grinned, anger was better than fear. At least in his book.

“Answer the question. It’s important for me to know.”

“You never needed to know before. Why now?”

“Because I’ve been watching you.” He leans forward more, meeting your heated glare as you tied the final knot. “You’ve got some peculiar habits, I’d like to know more about that.”

“You’ve been watching me?”

He nodded.

“Like on deck or like…. In my room?”

“Not like that you pervert!” He can’t help but shout, you don’t flinch though. A small grin on your face as you successfully get him off the topic.

“So not my room or the showers? Just to clarify.” He knows he’s blushing but he still growls and stands to his full height. You step back but he follows you, a look of fear in your eyes takes over the glee. But he can’t stop himself from continuing.

“You’re clever, but I still need an answer.” He crowds your space, placing both hands on the counter behind you, caging your body with his. He leans forward, letting his breath fan over your ear. “Why did you leave?”

You stay silent, face red and a little sweaty, he pulls back just enough to admire the sight. He can’t make a reassuring face to save his life, but he tries as tears fill up your eyes. Still, he can’t stop, he needs this. You need this.

“If you are unhappy with my performance or skills, tell me and I will fix them. I haven’t brought any bad habits on board. I assure you.” You finally answer, your words felt warm against his face, he grinned some more.

“Uh-uh you see, one of those habits, the only one really,” His grin drops from his face. “Is that you’re scared of your captain.” You pale at his words and start to shake a little. He continues, drawing back slightly.

“That’s something he taught you, right?” He tilted his head a little. “To be scared of your captain. Because you never know when he’ll just up hit you, right?” He parroted your words from the bar back to you. Your eyes are wide with recognition.

“I’m sor-“

“Save it,” He cuts you off. “I know I’m scary, it’s my whole deal. I’m a scary pirate who murders and pillage. But my crew is mine. Understood. I don’t let anyone harm them, especially not myself.” You lean back into the counter more.

“You hurt Wire. You made him need staples and you didn’t even seem sorry. You didn’t help patch him up.” Kid knew this was coming, he still didn’t know what to say.

“It was a mistake,” He said. “I didn’t mean to hit him, but you’re right. I should’ve check on him and made sure he wasn’t hurt.” It was hard to admit he was wrong, but in the small medical room, to you, it was a little easier.

Both of you stayed quiet for a while. He made no move to let you go. And you made no move to try. He wasn’t sure if he would’ve actually stopped you if you did. Finally, the tension in you jaw and shoulders eased, just a little.

“Badger… was bad. He didn’t just hit us. He stole from us and wouldn’t let us leave, even if some managed to escape they’d have no Beris. It’d be like starting from scratch, but worse because if he caught you he’d kill you.” You paused, taking a big breath, turning to stare at the wall. “I was secretly saving Beris, to hopefully run off and be able to hide from him. I didn’t have much, barely anything. One day he came and told me he wanted me to be his… wife.” Kid stood up straight, leaning back like he’d been struck, you continued barely noticing him.

“I told him no, I should’ve said yes and bided my time. Maybe I could’ve taken more people with me, but I was an idiot.”

“No that’s not-“ You cut him off.

“He threw a fit, tried to kill me. His devil fruit power nullifies weapons, so I couldn’t fight back. I tried to stage a mutiny, but everyone was too afraid, he’d never lost a fight. Eventually I jumped over board and swam to shore. I hid on a marine ship, I never had a bounty so I just pretended to be some girl who wanted to travel. I flirted with some of them and got a ride to a port a few islands over.” You sighed, a long exhale that seemed to deflate you. “I had no Beris or even clothes. But I overheard some rookies talking about joining your crew. I figured it was the safest option. So I spoke with Killer and here I am.” You trailed off quietly, tears still hadn’t fallen yet, it was almost impressive.

Kid didn’t speak for several long minutes, just watching you hold your breath. Finally he pushed off the counter, giving you both some breathing room. He began to exit when you called out.

“Captain what are you doing?”

He turned with a scowl.

“I’m setting a course to go murder that asshole.”

“What? Why that’s so far off our course.”

“I told you, you’re my crew. We’re gonna go murder him, then if any of your old friends wanna join the crew they can.” He laughed at your shocked face. When he’d caught his breath he turned again to leave.

[angsty-twihardxx]

heyy victoriaaa!!

i was reading thru your tommy masterlist (because i'm just craving good tommy content) and an idea popped in my head.

if you're taking requests/concepts in, maybe you could do a tommy x reader where reader is shy and "innocent", but to their friend (insert random name) they talk about how badly reader wants to "save a horse, ride a cowboy" w/ tommy miller, and juuust as reader finishes saying that, tommy hears it, so he just spends a week teasing + seducing reader, until she does something about it (maybe tease him right back)

JUST AN IDEA I THOUGHT YOU'D ENJOY! 🤫

MICHELLE—!! Your very much correct because I did in fact enjoy! ❤️

Warning: 18++ (minors y’all better get outta here I stg) smut, PnV. Tommy being such a tease, but it’s okay you get him back.

AN: y’all voted for smut on the poll so I provide, come get y’all juice <3

P.s teehee imagine him looking up at you like this when your riding him 🫣

SUCH A TEASE | T.MILLER

Springtime in Jackson had a lot of benefits, like more animals to be hunted, better harvest with lots of different types of crops which made for better food. The only downside, for you at least was how more precise patrols had to be. When the weather was warmer meant a higher possibility for infected and poachers. Which unfortunately for you meant that Tommy was out slot longer than you would like.

It was nearing ten at night when Tommy, Joel and the others finally arrived back home from patrol. Being stuck dealing with hoards of infected, it came to be no surprise that all he wanted to do was come home and see you.

After packing away his horse and gun, Tommy began his walk down to the Main Street. When it came to you staying up late for him to come home, which was alot more often as of late— Tommy knew exactly where you would be waiting for him.

Down inside the Tipsy Bison you were currently leaning against the bar along with one of your girlfriends, who came to keep you company. You were grateful that she stopped by because you always had the tendency to worry whenever Tommy would, your mind would flip through every worst scenario in your head like a good book. But Louise knew how to distract you, which apparently was by telling you her latest late night rendezvous with a particular coworker of yours.

“Okay Lou, please spare me the details. I’m working with him tomorrow morning and I don’t want to be traumatised.” You giggled, the few drinks the two of you drank together were already beginning to have its effect.

Absently your eyes drifted towards the saloon doors, your boyfriend still nowhere in sight. Sadly no amount of alcohol could ease your worries when it came to Tommy, the man was headstrong— which wasn’t always a good thing. “Hey I’m sure he’s okay.” Louise squeezed your hand reassuringly, despite your bubbly personality, she could still see how worried you were. “Now c’mon enough about me and more about you.”

Tommy smiled when the sound of your laughter filled his ears, after being gone all day all he wanted to do was spend the rest of his night with you. He felt bad, as of late he had been gone out on patrol longer than he was home with you. As he walked up behind you though, he was not expecting his hears to perk up at the mention of his name.

“Oh my God! You're worse than me! Does Tommy know about this?” Louise exclaimed hysterically,

“No-no but it's a thing I swear, I heard it's a saying. ‘Save a horse, ride a cowboy.”

Tommy couldn’t help but raise his brows in surprise, you never mentioned such interests to him before, his sweet innocent baby had a dirty little secret.

His mind instantly flooded him with images of you bucking your hips on top of him, his hands gripping on your warm velvet skin. The moans that would fall out of your mouth as you rolled on top of him as you reached your orgasm.

“Hey Tommy!” Louise called out to him, her pestilential voice rang through his ears. He returned her wave with a painful smile for the sake of niceties.

Your head quickly spun around to look behind you, the man you had been worrying about for the past couple of hours was standing behind you with a wide smile. “Had me worried for a second there.” You mumbled against his denim jacket, his muscly arms engulfing you into his chest. Everything felt perfect again now that you knew he was back safe with you.

"Sorry darlin.” He spoke softly as he kissed your hair, taking in your scent. A quiet groan falling from his mouth but luckily for him it was far too loud for you to hear. Tommy really couldn’t believe that you were hiding this little secret from him, especially one that he was quite fond of.

Tommy had a plan to get it out of you though, that was for sure.

. . .

You had no idea what your boyfriend was up to but you didn’t know how much more you could take. Since that night out with Louise he had been nothing but an absolute tease, and he knew what he was doing. He was always a flirt but he had taken it to a whole new level. His hands wandered more than usual, he flirted way more than he usually would.

What would usually be a quick peck in the morning before work, turned into a steamy kiss with his hands gripping onto your ass; making it absolutely infuriating when he’d pull away with some bullshit excuse. Leaving you high and dry, it was driving you insane!

The morning after your night out with Louise he got you as far as a writhing hot mess with both of your lips locked onto each other, only stopping to take gasps for air. You moaned against his mouth, as his tongue danced against yours. Arousal begins to pool in between your legs as he drops his warm kisses down to the nape of your neck, every now and again sucking on the soft skin.

“S-shit Tommy.” You let out a broken moan, your fingers gripped onto his crimson curls. Tommy couldn’t help the playful smile when an evil idea popped into his head, lifting his lips away from you.

No words left your mouth as it fell agape, your eyes looking up at his confused. “Why don’t you take what you want sweetheart?” Tommy whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. For a moment you stood still in shock, never had he just plainly offered up the power to you like this. You had no idea what to do so instead you sat beside him frozen, noticing the devilish grin on his face.

“I-I dont–” Your head shook in confusion as you stuttered, this wasn’t the first time he had you lost for words like this. Tommy was a flirt, just as bad as he was the night he met you.

“It’s okay baby, why don’t you get ready for work? Wouldn’t want you to be late.” He gave you a chaste kiss on the lips before getting up from the spot beside you on the sofa and moving to the kitchen to make your coffee for the morning. Tommy wasn’t able to wipe the smile off his face as he thought about how wet you’d be all day thanks to him. Maybe you would give in quicker than he thought.

. . .

The next time was a few days after when he informed you that Joel invited the two of you to his home with Ellie for dinner, which you were elated about. Maybe if you were with the company of his brother, Tommy might actually calm down. You were beginning to get agitated with your lack of orgasm in the past couple of days, Tommy was the biggest tease and you didn’t know how long you could hold on.

You figured that he was surely finished with whatever game he was playing.

Well, that was what you thought until you arrived home and moved straight to your shared bedroom to get ready, and out waltzed Tommy in nothing but a towel wrapped around his toned torso. You froze because of course you did, he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

The muscles in his arms flexed as he brushed his teeth but your eyes fixated on his hands, you wondered what he would do with them if you rode him. If he would run them through your hair and pull on the ends so he could leave purple marks on the soft skin of your neck. Or if he would wrap his hands around your neck, taking the air straight out of your lungs.

His hair was still wet, beads of water dripped from his curls onto his bronzed shoulders. The faint remnants of how close you got to getting him the way you wanted only a few days ago. Red scratches lavished his olive skin like an artist's signature on a painting. A sense of pride washed over you with the thought of him taking his shirt off during the hot days in Jackson, how he loved the idea of everyone knowing you were his and vice versa.

You were so busy admiring the man in front of you that you didn’t even realise his eyes on you. When Tommy offered you a wide smile you quickly adverted your gaze, pretending your eyes weren’t just greedily glued to the raven hair path that stopped at the top of his towel. Your cheeks reddened as you turned to get changed, ignoring the pulsating yearning feeling you had to take him right here. Dinner be damned!

Tommy knew that his plan was working from the way you always avoided his gaze when he’d catch you watching him. He was driving you crazy and he knew it, he loved catching you in the act. How flustered and embarrassed you’d get. You wanted him just as much as he needed you.

He had you exactly where he wanted you.

Tommy couldn’t for the life of him, stop thinking about you. His teeth pressed against his knuckles, his eyes would glance back at you as you would speak. His usually soft caramel eyes were nearly black as he undressed you with his eyes. Those devilish denim shorts that were driving him wild, he wanted your thighs wrapped around his waist as he drilled into you. Fuck he needed his hands on you.

You jumped the second Tommy’s hand reached over to graze along the soft skin of your thigh, the two of you sitting beside each other at Joel’s home. Surely he wasn’t going to try anything with his brother and Eillie in the same room? His thumb kneaded your skin as he kept his eyes on Joel, the two of them engrossed in conversation.

You tried to ignore the arousal that was pooling in your underwear, his rough fingers danced dangerously close against the end of your shorts. Silently, you cursed the hot weather for giving your boyfriend the upper hand. Without warning he nonchalantly extended his arm so his pinky grazed against the soft fabric of your underwear.

With a shocked gasp you turned to face him, with eyebrows raised you stared at him I’m disbelief. Tommy only smiled in return as he knocked down the last of his whiskey, sending a wink your way.

‘Oh two could play that game’ You thought to yourself as you stood up, excusing yourself and making your way to the bathroom. You had an idea up your sleeve, for the perfect payback for teasing you all week.

Now it was his turn.

“Y’alright baby?” Tommy teased in your ear as you took your seat beside him, thinking he was getting you all roused up.

Little did he know.

Joel had called Ellie to help him with dessert, this was the perfect time for you to get your revenge. You returned him with an smile, nodding innocently has you placed your hand in his.

Tommy almost felt bad for teasing you all week, especially with small intimate moments like this. When you were happy with something so small, finding comfort just having his larger hands envelope yours. Key word being ‘almost’, moving your hand into your lap Tommy looked down to see what you left in his palm.

Your fucken underwear.

Quickly he stuffed the thin material into his pockets as he covered the smirk off his face with his hand. He was going to get you back for that one.

Dinner couldn’t have finished quicker, the two of you swiftly say your goodbyes to both Joel and Ellie before making your way home in the dark. Your hand instinctively reached out for Tommy’s, which he took before pulling you into his chest. “Pretty good trick you pulled in there.” He mumbled into your hair, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You feigned ignorance, enjoying how the roles were reversed, now it was you that was driving Tommy insane.

As soon as the two of you were in the warm confides of your home Tommy's mouth latched onto yours, pushing till your back came into contact with the wall. You returned him the same amount of desperation, a whole week you had been waiting—you didn’t want to wait any longer. Both of your tongues fought for dominance as you groaned back into him.

“You’re going to be the death of me, women.” Tommy groaned against your mouth, his hot breath fanned against your mouth. “Could say the same for you, y’don’t think I know what you're up to?” You gasped in between touch-starved kisses, it felt like you had been waiting since forever for this moment.

“What was it you were sayin’ the other day to Louise? Telling your friend your dirty little secrets but not your boyfriend.” He tsked, shaking his head as his hands cupped your cheek, almost studying your face to see your reaction. “You heard that?” Your voice jumped, you knew you shouldn’t care. But a part of you worried with the thought of your boyfriend knowing your sexual desires.

“Yeah, n’here I thought you were all innocent, keeping dirty secrets from me.” Instantly you felt your cheeks redden in embarrassment, Tommy actually heard you that night and your drunken rambles. “I–I didn’t–” You stuttered but Tommy quickly shushed you, “I didn’t say it was a bad thing darlin’.” His Texan accent sends chills down your spine.

“Stop talking.” You breathed against his mouth, silencing him by sliding your tongue back into his. “You’ve been teasing me all week, I think it’s only fair if I get what I want.” The fingers you laced through his hair tugged just enough on his curls, a surprised gasp fell from his lips. “Yes ma'am.” Tommy drawled, feeling the blood rushing down in between his legs. Even though he hadn’t yet admit it to you, he loved it when you took control. Since he heard about your secret desire, he couldn’t stop thinking about you riding him and now it was finally happening. He felt like the luckiest man on earth,

Tommy dropped down onto the sofa, shimmying his jeans off in anticipation. His cock springing to life, your eyes instantly glued to the angry red tip that glistened under the light. Standing in front of him you made quick work throwing off your shorts and leaping onto Tommy’s lap. You wasted no time lining yourself up and slowly inching yourself down his thick shaft, a moan falling from your lips as you stretched around his cock.

Your cunt swallowed him eagerly as you started to rock your hips, his cock hitting all the right places. Once you had eventually adjusted to his size you picked up your pace, occasionally lifting your hip to then slide back down to his pelvis. “O-oh shit baby.” Tommy let out a shuddered breath as his head fell back onto the sofa. You felt a sense of pride, seeing how quickly you could render him speechless.

As you grinded into him the familiar arousal began pooling in the pit of your stomach. Tommy teased you all week, getting you so close to climax without you actually orgasming— you weren’t going to last long. And by the gasping mess that was Tommy, you knew he wasn’t going to as well.

Tommy's hands then clasped onto the soft flesh of your hips, you already knew his death grip was going to leave marks—Tommy was a sucker for letting everyone know who belonged to.

Suddenly you were lifted up, only to be slammed back down at a bruising pace. A loud slapping sounds echoes in the room as your thighs collide with his hips, your mouth fell open as you felt his cock hit the top of your cervix.

“Shit Tommy—" you mewled into Tommy's shoulders as you used your momentum to bounce on top of him. You clenched your eyes shut only being able to focus on how perfectly Tommy filled you up, feeling your orgasm fast approaching. “M’gonna come!” You whined as your body trembled, the tight knot in your stomach finally releasing as your orgasm washed over you.

“Oh fuck yeah baby—“ Tommy groaned into you as his dick twitched inside you, with his fingers still dug into your skin he sunk you back down with a bruising force. The two of you caught your breath in each other’s embrace, your hip still twitching as you felt him coating your walls. Neither one of you dared to move. “Holy shit.” You sighed out of breath, slight amusement in your voice.

“Baby, you gotta promise me to do that more often.”

[slashers-sister]

(This is something that happened, so I'm making a story, just imagine phones exist back then for the sake of this story)

Imagine you are on your phone on Pinterest, you found it fun, why?

Organizing, making cute and or deranged unsettling (Possibly ones about cannibalism people think are "AeStHeTiC!1! 😍🤪", you always did question which ones where and weren't actual cannibals..) moodboards.

Look, ya are quite lonely, and your brothers aren't always fun.

Actually you're in the barn hiding from your chores at the moment. You really didn't want to clean up all those knives :(

You like to keep random things, your room is FULL of stuff you've found around the farm. You got a lot of your personality from the twins, and Bubba. You spent most of your time with them.

..or stuff you've taken but that's besides the point!

You had bottles from 1947, your oldest glass bottle is from 1937! You also have old pins, which you and your brother Chop-Top do have a rivalry over who has the coolest.. Nubbins is the mediator, saying usually something along the lines of "Ya both tied, they are both equally cool." In reality he just can't choose who he likes more sometimes

You were on your phone, you heard Drayton calling. Oh no. You put it on a hay bale and immediately jump down from the hayloft. It's.. big but you fuck around and find out too often and have quite a high pain and heat tolerance.

"(Insert your full legal name), Get yer ass out here!"

To say your stomach filled with fear was definitely.. an understatement.

What did you do to piss off Drayton now? No idea but you went to go see what he needed. Hoping you weren't in for a beating on the head or back, why? He didn't whip you, he smacked your back so hard with a broom you heard a CRUNCH. Yes, you were fine. Well mostly, definitely traumatized a wee bit.

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Meanwhile, guess who also had chores in the barn! The twins!

Guess who didn't lock, sign out, and brick their phone? You!!

Immediately they are nosey. What's their precious little-

..They didn't find porn, or anything like that.

Nah they just found the Spotify account, the notepad, which you definitely had a few issues. Specifically anger issues, you had some notepads you had to take 5 minutes to scroll through bottom too.

Your Pinterest was full of weird stuff. Odd animal pictures that look weirdly funny and distorted? Funny lil cannibalism boards, memes, a mountain of memes because you are either chronically yeehaw or chronically online, take that as you will.

They found a few moodboards about them, about our(? Your? Their? Ya get the point) Brother Drayton. Honestly it matched his personality.

Bubba's was cute and full of taxidermied roadkill, you had made both of theirs earlier, and rearranged it perfectly.

Then they found theirs.

When Nubbins saw it, you even had a picture of his knife and camera almost exactly, how cool!

You had Chop-Top's favorite band, maybe you do listen!

Then Chop-Top started hysterically laughing.

"W-w-what? What's s-so funny?"

Chop-Top gladly pointed it out.

Nubbins couldn't tell if he should laugh, cry, be offended, or plot your murder.

Meanwhile Chop-Top is dying (almost literally) of laughter. "That is the funniest shit I've ever seen her do, that takes the meat!" (You guys often don't say "take the cake", but "take the meat" as a joke.)

Fun fact, nobody actually went to school.. you guys were all homeschooled by big bro dray.

Chop-Top calmed his twin down after a while, still looking through the board, you had found many things you thought they would, it did like. You got almost everything right.

They are definitely plotting how they both can get you back tho.

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No, Drayton wasn't too pissed off. You just forgot to tell him where you were, and scared the ever-loving shit out of this poor man.

Once you got back to the barn, you climbed to the hayloft.. and noticed your phone was moved. You immediately went through it, but surprisingly nothing was out of the ordinary.. except your notepad had a new note.

"you'll end up worse<3"

Cheeky little bi-

You silently live in fear waiting for what prank they'll do next :(

[wishitweresummer]

Hiccups (Sapnap x Y/N)

Word count: 621

Hey guys! Remember when I asked if anyone wanted a self-insert Sapnap tickle fic and then never ever brought it up again…here it is!

You’re the lee…good luck! <3

I narrow my eyes at Sapnap from across the dining table, swallowing hard and dropping the now-empty sugar packet between us. Then...I hiccup again. We let out a groan at the same time.

I've had the hiccups for about fifteen minutes now and we've been trying to get rid of them. We started with some little breathing exercises, then he held me in a hand stand. We moved on to chugging water and now eating some sugar. Nothing seems to work.

"Honestly, you need to shut up it's so annoying.", he says. I respond with a hiccup, ignoring his fake aggression.

"Is there anything we haven't tried?".

"Actually, wait! We can get back to that in a second, I gotta tell you something. “, Sapnap stares at me until he’s sure he has my attention. “So, yesterday I was walking into the- BOO!!!", he jumps up suddenly as he yells, causing his chair to fall back and me to jump in surprise a little. "Did I scare you?".

"I mean, yeah.", I say, then hiccup. “You’re an idiot.”. He throws his hands up and stands there for a moment, but then starts to walk around the table towards me.

"That's it. Get up.", he speaks sternly.

"Huh?".

"Get up.".

I stand up, but gasp painfully as he quickly grabs me around the waist and throws me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Hey hey -hic- hey!", I yell. He walks to the couch and throws me down on my back. “Sapnap!!”. Before I can stop him, he grabs my sides roughly and shakes me by them, causing me to squeal out and squirm under his hold, my hands trying to push his away. "No!!!", but he does anyway. He starts to tickle my sides and I throw my head back, hiccuping loudly through my laughter. “Stop!!!”.

"I'm going to tickle them away!".

"Please! You're -hic- just punishing -hic- me!", I sputter out through my laughter. My hiccups seem to be getting worse. I twist and keep trying to throw his hands off. He jerks his hands up and tickles roughly at my rib cage, sending a ticklish jolt through my body. "No!! No please!", I squeal and laugh. I feel a hot blush take over my nose and cheeks as I have to resort to begging. Sapnap doesn’t listen.

Soon, another hiccup slips out between my laughter and his tickling becomes rougher. He moves one hand to my side and the other to that spot above my knee on my thigh. I cry out and slip into hysterical laughter, my hands pushing at his body and hands and the couch and anything I can get them on. My body convulses against my will at the ticklish touch. He's silent and smirking as he tortures me, clearly enjoying himself.

In an attempt to get away, I flip onto my stomach…which is a huge mistake. He straddles my back and continues the tickling. Poking at my back and sides, squeezing at my shoulders and my hips. His hands are everywhere. I gasp and laugh and squeak and squirm.

"Okay!! I can't take it!!". I squeeze my eyes shut as I struggle under his weight, feeling myself get lost to the feeling. I’m completely helpless now.

“I’m helping you.”, Sapnap leans in a little to tease the words right into my ear. I can’t help my embarrassing squeal.

"No more!". More tickling. "Please!". Even more tickling. "Oh my god!". Merciless tickling.

I gasp out as it suddenly stops and his weight moves off of me. I lay on the couch limp, gasping for breath. I roll over after a few seconds to see his smiling face.

"You have been cured!", he declares.

[crankityart]

Arcane characters and how to make them laugh + their laugh headcanons PART 1

Feat. Vi, Jinx, Caitlyn, Jayce, Viktor + Heimerdinger

This was really fun! I love making up these quirky little hcs and this was just on my mind. uwu Stay tuned for part 2.

Note: reader insert and implied character x reader, platonic and romantic.

Vi

Despite being a sarcastic person, Vi doesn’t laugh out loud too often

Most of the time she will react with a cocky chuckle or snort

Definitely enjoys way more making you laugh and listening to your sweet giggles

However, there is one thing that ALWAYS gets her: real-life slapstick

One day you went ice skating together and the first thing you did after bragging about how good you were at it, was accidentally fall flat on your ass

Vi immediately burst into laughter upon seeing you unhurt but absolutely dumbfounded by what had just happened

You were a bit flustered but hearing her unrestrained laughter echoing through the frost-covered park made you feel all warm all of a sudden

Eventually, she calmed down and offered you a hand to get back on your feet

Not without teasing you for the rest of the day about it of course

You wouldn’t expect it but Vi’s laugh is very similar to Jinx’s, raspy and high but definitely less hysterical and sometimes it even has some qualities of Vander’s if she does more of a belly laugh

She will even do a knee slap if something amuses her particularly

Jinx

She absolutely loves it when you do an impression of Sevika

Bonus points if you dress up as her with a cloak and something to substitute her robot arm for extra mockery

First Jinx will just be giggling, biting her lip while watching you put on a little show but by the end of your skit you will have her crying with laughter and kicking her legs 

She definitely has a childlike sense of humor and doesn’t shy away from letting herself loose

That involves hysterical giggling, heavy snorting, and cackling like a mad chicken 

Her laugh is definitely a lot and can be super annoying to the people around her

But not to you

Seeing her so genuinely happy is quite a nice change

Silco also doesn’t seem to mind it

Will also laugh her ass off seeing other people – especially those she dislikes – getting pranked   

Caitlyn

So … Caitlyn is quite experienced when it comes to retaining her composure

She doesn’t just burst out laughing even though in the past there have been a couple of close calls

Her mother usually cut her off when she started to giggle about something in an unflattering situation

When Caitlyn is not around her parents she’s usually much more comfortable showing her emotions

However … there is something she is insecure about: her laugh

You found out about it one time when the two of you were goofing around on the couch

You started tickling her and to your surprise, she burst into the biggest high-pitched dolphin laughter you have ever heard from anybody

You were taken aback and she was  m o r t i f i e d 

She explained to you that she hates her laugh but you assured her that it was the sweetest, most beautiful sound to ever exist on this planet

She just rolled her eyes, telling you to shut up while turning bright red  

Jayce

Jayce will laugh about anything really

Comedy shows? 

He will be in tears not even halfway through

You accidentally letting one rip? 

He will ROLL on the floor!

But something that will particularly amuse him and infuriate you (affectionately) is making you flustered

When he sees you blushing deep red, stumbling over your own words, and then putting on that hilariously pouty face he just can’t help it 

It’s TOO cute!

He will let out a hearty laugh at your expression, sometimes giving your a firm pat on the back or just wrapping his arm around you 

It’s hard to stay mad at him though because his laugh is just so charming

Like … this man is mocking you, how can he be so handsome about it?! >://(

Also claps loudly when laughing

And you always feel like your eardrums are gonna explode when he does it out of nowhere

Viktor

Oh boy, here we have a tough candidate …

Viktor has a peculiar sense of humor and it’s quite hard to make him laugh out loud

A soft chuckle or grin is the most you can get out of him usually

He is definitely one to cover his mouth and giggle in secret when people aren’t paying attention

However, there was this one time you accidentally called Heimerdinger ”Heimerdaddy” in front of the yordle’s face when you bid him goodbye

And much to your surprise Viktor just … lost it

It caught him so off guard that at first, he tried to keep his wheezing down, pressing his fist against his lips as hard as he could

But there was no way he would get a hold of himself anytime soon

It was just 10 minutes of suppressed wheezing and giggling only interrupted by him choking on his own laughter and coughing 

Afterward, he wiped away the tears from his face, apologizing about a million times

Weirdly despite your blunder, you didn’t feel embarrassed for being laughed at but instead felt a sense of pride for experiencing this side of Viktor that probably no one else has seen before

Needless to say you you never managed to make him laugh like this again sadly

+ Heimerdinger

He will laugh at really corny jokes or witty wordplay

Thing is: he is always the one laughing for WAY too long

Everyone else will have moved on while he's still repeating the punchline of the joke in between laughing fits

It gets really awkward ...

His laugh is kind of a Santa Claus-esque ”Hohoho” 

Only if Santa Claus was a gerbil

[wolffyluna]

9, 10, and 21 please?

9. Do you write every day? If you wrote today, share a sentence of what you’ve written!

I try to write every day, or at least have a reason for not writing on a particular day. I don't want to beat myself up about missing a day if I had a migraine/ was in the middle of moving/ [insert other day eating thing here] but I do want writing something to be the default, you know?

Today has been making some loose notes about my Angband survivor!Celebrimbor fic, so you're getting sentences like:

And just. man. i'm making myself emotional about the book end of [Celebrimbor performing ability for morale purposes, at both the birth and death of Ost in Edhil]

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

[bitter laughter turning slowly hysterical] yes. Short version: I wrote a whump fic about an AU where a character actually died instead of nearly dying like he did in canon? And I wanted to warn that this was a fic that was very much about dying, that this fic was revelling in it, the dove has been poisoned and you should not eat it--

and. um. I thought the word 'snuff' just meant "intensely about death" sort of like how gore can mean "intensely about violence, there's blood and guts everywhere." I did not know it had any sexual implications.

YEP.

So that's how I ended up briefly infamous in The Adventure Zone fandom!

Though on a lighter note, my most popular fic is a random Overwatch kink meme fill for a rarepair? And I'm not complaining, I'm just very... kind of confused how that happened. I'm glad people liked it, I'm just surprised there's so many of you.

21. Have you ever deleted an entire scene after spending hours laboring over it? If so, why?

Answered here!

[gnosticpriesthood]

and to find just one other seems to be the goal of everyone

His hands are shaking as he inserts the isolinear data rod into its correct slot on the holosuite's embedded computer terminal. Almost drops it, almost knocks over his teacup ( - entropy, my dear boy - for the cup is unlikely to spontaneously return intact to the table - )

lashes bat against his skin as his eyes crush shut. There is no teacup, a ghostly illusion ‘tween his fingers shimmering out of existence alongside echoes of gentle laughter and a thumb brushed under his eye. Softness, sweet and sharp from the ether that never slept.

Warding it down from the top of his head to the tips of his toes and all the electrical jargon of his spine in-between. A lesser man would balk. But Jean-Luc Picard is convinced his actions are not rendered from courage, but rather the citrus-y tang of desperation.

The kind that coats the room in thick blankets of sickly sweat.

DaiMon Njaris's insistence this be delivered to him; ... at first there's the protocol to ensure: that an unmarked, unknown package requiring access to ship's systems does not pose an existential threat. But thus far it isn't tampered-with, and its label - DATA - ( no casual , inanimate appellation ; isolinear data-rod aside. He makes certain. )

Jean-Luc doesn't believe in ghosts. But someone out there wished for him to have this. And if there were any remnant of his friend in the great beyond, Jean-Luc knows his debt is amongst the heaviest. That which can never be repaid but for the cost of a sentient being's life.

The irony isn't lost on him that if Data were here, he'd offer a quite-frank treatise on the morbid topic of death and dismemberment in an attempt to put others’ grief at ease. That had been Data’s way. For all Data had been assured in lacking - comportment of humanity - Jean-Luc had never known a soul more deserving of the title. 

And there had been no poignant goodbye. No point at which he could wag and cry out this, here! nor douse himself in ashes, a hysterical Achilles bereft of a comrade. Bereft of a companion. Instead, Picard had woken up from one day to the next - the lights dimmed in Enterprise’s corridors to simulate circadian rhythm. From one cycle to the next. Picard woke alone. Bereft from the company of trillions down to a single secluded, solitary point.  And Data is gone. It’s this point before any others that Jean-Luc feels his internal structure ... buckle. Swerved, blown-out glass from metal spires crashing ceaselessly into one another.

He's still off-duty. Still riddled with exo-metal and unidentifiable polymers implanted all throughout his musculoskeletal system. Unfit whispers in the deep chasms of his mind, wooden doors splintered open and obliterated. Trillions of splinters.

Shoulders straightening, Jean-Luc smacks his hand against the engage button and turns - clad in a white cable-knit sweater and dark dress pants rather than his typical Starfleet attire -( no longer did he occupy the stalwart and steady hand at the wheel of his own starship, for Christ’s sake - reduced to the status of guest in his own home. Civilian. Passenger.) 

- to survey the end result of his tinkering.

[the-last-f2p]

Bungou Stray Dogs but I'm quoting me and my friends.

Tw: Swearing in playing 3008 part 2

playing 3008

Higuchi: So you're the rock eating

Akutagawa: Yeah

Higuchi: And you're pancakes

Gin :Mhm

Higuchi :So what am I

Akutagawa: You can be pebble.

*insert hysterical laughter here*

Just chilling

Mori: If you had to choose someone to spend the rest of your life with-

Chuuya: Dazai.

Singing :)

Dazai: FEED THE DEMON

Dazai: LET IT KNOW WE HAVE A SACRFICE

Dazai: FEED THE DEMON

Dazai: LET IT KNOW WE HAVE A SACRIFCE AGAIN

Gymnastics

PM and ADA: *Doing some fancy gymnatics routine*

Guild: Ours is terrible :( Fitzgerald : NO ITS NOT

Singing on the bus

ADA except for Kyoka : FIRST THINGS FIRST IM GOING TO SAY ALL THE THINGS INSIDE MY HEAD IM TIERD OFF AND FIRED UP BOUT THE WAY THINGS HAVE BEEN OH OOOO OOO

Kyoka: why am i here

I knew it (Just after Dazai's dark era)

Chuuya to Koyou: Oh Dazai left by the way

Koyou: k

Chuuya: And he's also gay

Koyou: I knew it :)

* insert more hysterical laughter here*

Playing 3008 Part 2

Dazai: OMG guys look at this *insert buff blonde princess*

Chuuya: What

Dazai: ITS A BUFF PRINCESS

Chuuya: Ahh yes the point were I question my sanity should be in about...

Dazai: IM BUILDING A SHIRNE TO THIS SHIT

Chuuya: There.

English ...

Video where dude is kinda like El stranger things

Ranpo: HEYY EL STRANGER THINGS COPYRIGHT STRANGER THINGS THATS COPYRIGHT

Yosano: NO THATS NOT EL OR 11 THATS NEGITVE 12

My beatiful play

Dazai: And then Hatsune miku says DEATH TO THE BRITISH PEOPLE and shoots Fitzgerald who wants to be Miku?

Akutagawa: I

Fitzgerald: what-

Confusion

Akutgawa: You can slap balls out of people hands so easily

Atsushi :What-

Akutagawa: I MEANT LIKE BASKETBALL GET YOU MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER

(This can also be read with Dazai and Chuuya but idk)

My beatiful play part 2

Dazai: So the judge does the renagade because why not and Junko Enoshima and Elise are there and Junko and Elise are like OMG SLAY LETTME GET IN ON THAT also she summons the demon and its like yo.

Dazai: So we know that Q is the demon

Q: Yey :)

Dazai: Elise you can be you

Elise: K..

Dazai: And the ultimate Fashonista hmmmm defo Chuuya

Chuuya: I dont want to be apart of this

Dazai: To bad and I guess I'm tiktok judge :)

THE END

A/N: Hello there this was super fun to write for no reason at all thanks to my Higuchi and Chuuya qouted friend for telling me that I should do this. Anyway tomorrow is Yan promt day 2 “What do you mean it hurts? If it hurts, it’s because you’re struggling!” anyway thx and goodbye

[amethyst-noir]

“Nobody asked about my writing” meme

@aelaer tagged me - thank you so much! 💜 My writing has become pretty private these last few months - I write a few pages, send them to @inthegreyspaces and she eventually convinces me to put them up. Mostly by writing sequels/prequels and my words are needed for context. 😅

 1: what are you currently working on? 

Something I was so sure I would never write: Even more omegaverse, set in the world of Until There Was You. I have an unposted short story and two more in the works while @inthegreyspaces (who is responsible for all of that!) also has a few in the series in active writing. I also have another short thing, the third and last part for the Closer Still series. That one is annoying me a bit at the moment because I know exactly what I want to convey but I can't find the right words for it. I hope to get it done over my summer vacation when I can concetrate on writing.

2: summarize your current project 

Ahahaha. Let's take the third part of Closer Still: The same as always, basically. Confessions in the dark. Emotional introspetion. Tenderness. Handholding. Endless devotion and love. A bit of Angst.

3: summarize your current project poorly 

The omegaverse fic: Man fucked around and found out (not in the literal sense, though, that would have actually been good for him), now has to live with the consequences. And so does his partner. It's not going great. Also, who knew that nesting could be so damn complicated?

4: describe your favorite character or characters

Really? I think it's pretty obvious at this point. Basically I like my characters damaged but not beyond repair. I like it when there is a ton of emotional undercurrents I can dig into and when there's some chronic pain I can work with. I like them to be equals and have a good, solid friendship from which I can develop a romantic relationship.

5: post a line from your current project without any context 

Wei Ying is still too thin.

6: how do you get through writers block?

It kind of happens. Sometimes weeks go by without me writing at all and then, out of the blue, I have an idea and start again. Sometimes I try to force it but that ends with me staring at an open document without adding a single word.

7: would you want to live in the world of your current work? 

No! I don't want to give up my modern comforts. (Although the aestethics are breathtakingly beautiful.)

8: briefly discuss your outlining process, if you outline 

Please insert hysterical laughter here. These days I chuck ideas at @inthegreyspaces and then watch in amazement as they become fullblown stories. And then I write tiny timestamps for them where I don't know what I'm doing.

9: what is the aesthetic of your current project?

It was supposed to be fluffy fluff. Now it's an angstfest (with hints of fluff) and right now I'm trying to decide if it wants to go into NSFW territory or not. The last sentence I wrote is literally:

He was undecided on how to continue.

10: what song sums up your current work the best?

Tagging: @inthegreyspaces, @gravitywonagain, @illicien and @descaladumidera. (And whoever feels inspired to do this, I think many of my mutuals are not writing at the moment.)

[aweirdofangirl]

My favorite memory of watching stranger things happened when I absentmindedly made a comment about how I always felt comforted by hawkins high while rewatching with my sister. And she just went eww no it's too flat. Then I said I don't know it kinda reminds me of [insert name of my high school here], and we burst into almost hysterical laughter because the duffers did, in fact, go to my high school.

[underworldboss]

so I found out panic goes bananas over laser pointers. (points a laser at the wall and sees Panic bump into the wall head first) (insert hysterical laughter here) I’M DONE EXCUSE ME- (leaves the room laughing)

[brekker-by-brekkerr]

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#also it's just wack to see how quickly people start to hate steve for liking a person they don't want him to. like i have never been a fan

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#5

tag yourself: types of people as seasons

winter: buying gifts for friends. soup in the crockpot. sitting by the fireplace. ice skating. fluffy mittens. baking cookies. dressing up snowmen. catching snowflakes on tongue. flushed cheeks. red nose. collection of mugs. snowflakes on their lashes. thick sweaters. sleeping in. warm hugs. hot chocolate. snow angels. peppermints. evergreen scent. vanilla candles. knitting scarves for friends. fuzzy socks. doc martens. cold hands. always has chapstick. smells snow coming. shows their friends the constellations. pine trees. good advice. nostalgic. always has something to look forward to. sleeping next to friends. snuggling. holding hands under a blanket. friends with the barista. long novels. watching breath fog in the air and pretending to smoke. dressing dogs in sweaters. skipping school. dinner parties. buying chocolate to share with friends. sledding. dead plants. hallmark movies. decorating cookies. believes in ordinary magic. toasted marshmallows. window shopping. fun pajamas. hates goodbyes. neutral colours. celebrating the small things. 

spring: writing platonic love letters. countryside picnics. tire swing into a river. flowy dresses. flowers in hair. gardening. wishing on dandelions. pastel colours. dancing in a meadow. daydreaming.

freckled cheeks. strawberry picking. soft indie music. rose perfume. daisy chains. tree climbing. cloud watching. hiking in the mountains. caring for ducklings. embroidery hoops. glossy pink lips. tea parties. farmers markets. butterfly gardens. handkerchiefs in hair. mushroom hunting. believing in fairytales. cleaning their room for fun. looking for fairies. rescuing animals. jane austen. pressing flowers. braiding their friend's hair. reading under an apple tree. light rain showers. smiling at strangers. giving everyone compliments. novelty. baking pies. floral print. thrifting. gazebos in the woods. living life slow. messy braids. holding hands. falling asleep on other people's shoulders. kind heart. flowers in overall pockets. early bird. laying in the grass with a friend. encouraging notes on the bathroom mirror. journals full of cursive. music festivals.

summer: vibrant colours. sea salt. coconut shampoo. messy waves. running around barefoot. sunkissed cheeks. melting ice cream. driving around with the roof down. denim shorts. strawberry lemonade. sandy floors. fresh-cut grass. sparklers. swinging at the park late at night. sunset walks on the beach. hysterical laughter. 3 am conversations. unplanned sleepovers. swimsuit under clothes. truth or dare. dancing in the rain. backyard picnics. crop tops. driving through the city at night. childhood nostalgia. music on full blast. dirty converse. drive in movies. sleeping with a stuffed animal. fun stickers. scavenger hunts. spontaneous road trips. stargazing. sneaking out the window. sidewalk chalk art. cherry slushies. travel backpack in the trunk of car. chipped yellow nail polish. chasing bubbles. friendship bracelets. disposable cameras. riding in the shopping cart. collecting seashells. dog walking. confessions at the top of the ferris wheel. chasing fireflies. the smell of sunscreen.

autumn: closets full of sweaters. messy buns. worn brown boots. hiking through the woods. crunching leaves. writing in a coffee shop. acoustic guitar. bonfires. painting pumpkins. getting lost in a corn maze. reading by a window while it storms. caffeine addiction. adopting the cat that lives outside the old bookstore. long scarves. salted caramel. tea collection. movie marathons. cozy blankets. exploring the world. maps pinned to the wall. drawing their friends. museums. turtlenecks. classic literature. dressing as ghosts with their friends. spooky stories. coffee shop concerts. book signings. cooking dinner for friends. discount tuesdays at the cinema. string lights. sunflowers on the windowsill. baking pumpkin bread. flea markets. hot apple cider. whispered secrets. sarcastic quips. old architecture. driving for hours. smells like cinnamon. flannel collection. costume parties. candles. phases of the moon. pine trees. foggy mornings. good storyteller. polaroid pictures of trees. loves change. walking through the city. gives their friends their favourite books. record stores. dancing in the kitchen. pillow forts. brown backpack. staying at the library till it closes. white button-downs. apple picking. staring out the window.

139 notes - Posted January 30, 2022

#4

If Portwell gets broken up in the next episode (or the last) over two weeks and extenuating circumstances, that’s bad writing. If season 3 had been a whole semester season (or half a semester, however long the last 2 have been) like the others and we saw the gradual deterioration of their relationship in a way that made sense, then I could roll with it. I don’t think they would break up in those circumstances, because I think they work really well together, but it would be better than breaking them up because EJ can’t spend time with Gina while directing an entire musical in 2 weeks that’s going on a major streaming service for the world to see. You can’t even say this shows how their relationship would go in other stressful circumstances, because first of all from what we saw of them last season the behaviour they’ve shown this season doesn’t even match, but second, they will never be in circumstances like these again. And it certainly won’t be the norm for them. 

Are we forgetting that EJ went to this camp specifically wanting to enjoy it with Gina? He’s not choosing this. If he were to say screw it all and hang out with Gina, everything would fall apart. Literally everything. Of course Ricky can afford to be there for Gina and hang out with her because he has significantly less responsibility. It’s not fair to say he’s the better person for Gina when you look at the reason EJ isn’t the one spending all this time with her.

Also, all the people who are making these comments about how they’ll laugh if Portwell breaks up, how Portwells are idiots and “delusional,” etc., why? Why do you feel the need to be so rude about a ship that isn’t even unhealthy? I may not ship R*na, but I don’t think it’s toxic by any means. I have my reasons for not shipping it. I could see it, if the show was giving me better reasons to ship them than him being able to support her at a time when if EJ wasn’t forced into sucky circumstances, he would have been there supporting her and having fun with her the whole season. If Portwell gets broken up, okay. You don’t have to rub it in our faces or be rude about it. 

I still have hope, and I’m going to say that knowing people might later make fun of me for it because they have nothing better to do. I have hope because I love Portwell, and some of their scenes together have been the best I’ve seen from romances in general. They’ve had amazing build-up, and I will always cherish my experience with this fandom and the excitement we all had last season as we saw them get together. It’s been a fun time. 

175 notes - Posted September 6, 2022

#3

I don’t understand why they couldn’t have left Portwell as a cute high school relationship where they're unfortunately going two different directions, realize that together, communicate about their future, and come to a respectful breakup where they’ll have their good memories, and they’ll always care about each other in some way. That’s more consistent with these characters, it respects the shippers and the characters, and it’s something that happens in real life. I still think with the Portwell we saw in season 2 they could have worked out (like, they’ve always been in somewhat different places, like him having his future planned out and hers always being up in the air as discussed in the couch scene, but they still understood each other and connected, that’s part of why they work so well), but if the writers needed to break them up, that would at least be better than destroying them and making them out of character. 

Seriously, why did the writers act like Portwell was bad and would never work? And now, acting like Gina didn’t have feelings for EJ. I feel like I’m being gaslit as a viewer. How can you spend all of season 2 making me not want to ship R*na, pouring everything into making Portwell one of the best relationships ever, give two characters incredible growth, and then try to backtrack and act like none of that happened. When I saw the way these characters looked at each other and acted around each other. This is bad writing, plain and simple. 

It’s not just a matter of liking one ship more than the other. If R*na was handled better, if they found a way to handle Portwell respectfully in a way that made sense, I could have been on board. Imagine if they had let Portwell unfold more like Jack and Gina’s airport episode, where they’re cute and fun but at the end of the day Ricky is the one she really feels things for. Because the way they wrote Portwell, it feels real and important and they’re so clearly in love and happy together. It’s not just this cute little midgame ship, they have a connection like I’ve never seen. They fake date, they scheme together, they do so much for each other and they have so much effort put into their relationship only to have it torn apart and treated like it was never important. 

Also, once again, EJ has fallen in love with a girl and she doesn’t love him back (Gina was definitely in love with him too but whatever the writers want to gaslight us into believing I guess. Which is so dumb because you can love more than one person in your life. Why did they feel the need to completely destroy every bit of Portwell after working so hard to make us ship them). Pointing this out isn’t prioritizing EJ in the relationship, it’s pointing out the crappy writing. Why are we doing this again. I think the writers must hate EJ or something because he never gets serious songs, of the main four he has the least time spent on him (other than this season with Nini being gone), and the writing this season for him was just awful. 

And this sucks for Gina because she’s having to put in the emotional work again with Ricky, which I discussed in this post so I won’t get into again. Do they hate Gina too? She wanted the guy who shows up, and Ricky hasn’t really done that yet, not in a meaningful way because it was just him hanging out with Gina because he didn’t have any responsibilities while the only reason EJ wasn’t “showing up” for her like normal this season was the pressure on him, and he still found ways to encourage her and make sweet gestures like picking her flowers. Ricky should be putting in so much more work. 

It’s sad for so many reasons but in large part because it’s going to be hard to watch the show from here with how all the relationships were handled. I wish I could love R*na and ignore the bad writing, but I can’t. And they could have been such a cute couple. 

293 notes - Posted September 14, 2022

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I don't want to hear people saying Ricky was the first one to really recognise Gina's accomplishment in getting the lead, and I definitely don't want to hear people saying EJ isn't being a good boyfriend or that he wasn't proud of her or any of the EJ slander I've been seeing.

EJ came to this camp wanting to enjoy one last summer of having fun and being a kid before going off to college and now he's being forced into directing an entire show in TWO WEEKS, a show that will be on Disney+ and therefore viewed by the entire world, and now he has to act in it, and he's been given no help. He doesn't even have directing experience. If he screws up it doesn't just reflect on him but all the people he cares about who are in the show with him. And it's IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE WORLD. Not only that, EJ as a character has a drive to succeed and excell and be liked so this already stressful situation is going to be even more stressful (if you know about the enneagram and/or you're a type 3 you KNOW). That's not even mentioning the amount of pressure we know his dad already puts on him.

EJ has all of this pressure on his mind and obviously wants to talk to his girlfriend about it, someone who would understand because part of why they connected is their similar ambition and drive and desire to perform well (they're both type 3s), but he waits because his first priority is giving her flowers and letting her know he believed in her and that's she's a star and she looks so happy, she says "you have no idea how much that means to me." As she talks about her feelings about everything, you can see EJ actively listening, and when she talks about being worried about not being enough you see him nodding because that's something they can both relate to, but then when she starts talking about how many lines she has and the play at large you can see him struggling to stay focused because of COURSE that's going to remind him of the pressure on his back at the moment. EJ didn't waltz into the cabin talking about his issues and ignoring Gina's accomplishment in getting the lead, he didn't even bring up his stress until Gina asks.

I don't know about you guys, but if I was told I had two weeks to direct a show that would stream on Disney+, with my zero directing experience, and then I would be acting in it on top of that, I would be stressed out of my freaking mind. Most normal humans would. And EJ is 18 YEARS OLD. He's just a kid and now he has all this weight on him and people are mad that he's stressed? He's trying his best please leave him alone. He's obviously still trying to be a good boyfriend to Gina on top of everything. He took the time to handpick flowers for her and tell her she deserves the lead and listen to her even though he's stressed out of his mind. When Gina comes to ask him to explore the woods he's apologetic about not being able to go and you can tell he's sad because he came to this camp wanting those kinds of experiences with her and now he can't and he doesn't want to hurt Gina and stars I feel for him.

Anyways if you can't empathise with EJ's situation then please keep his name out of your mouth.

459 notes - Posted August 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

people are acting like stancy being endgame would be the end of the world. when j*ncy is a relationship that began with j*nathan taking pictures of nancy undressed, which he then went so far as to develop...it’s so nasty and I still can’t believe they got together anyway. all they have is “shared trauma.” That’s all that holds their ship together, and guess what? all of the characters have shared trauma. i could keep going about all the reasons i don’t ship j*ncy, but there are plenty of posts out there that do that for me, and i think the him-taking-pervy-pictures thing is really valid enough reason to be anti j*ncy. 

but stancy. they were both so young and dealing with a lot of fricked up crap. both of them made mistakes. but they’ve changed a lot, and they’ve grown and matured and figured themselves out. i think two people can be unfit for each other at a time in their life (especially if, you know, you’re in a love triangle where the other person you’re into is someone who you keep being forced to spend time with so you have “shared trauma” and creepy old men telling you that’s love) and maybe it’s the wrong time, then grow on their own and come back together when they’re both in a healthier place. i think that’s beautiful. 

i still think nancy and steve are the most supportive of each other. and i’m so done with people being like “oh poor j*nathan this will hurt him he deserves nancy” but like. what does nancy get out of this relationship??? 

also people being mad that the everyone is “shoving” stancy together...it’s better than some random creepy old man telling them to hook up in his bunker like freaking murray did to j*ncy. this is different because it’s their friends (PEOPLE THEIR AGE) being like “hey we have eyes something is going on here my dudes.”

steve and nancy spent a very long time apart, and they’ve both changed a lot...it’s not something that’s coming out of left field and being shoved on us lol. it actually makes sense. people are too butt-hurt about j*nathan and j*ncy to see that. it bothers me how angry people are getting about the POTENTIAL of stancy (and not tagging posts appropriately but whatever) when it’s like. we’ve had to deal with j*ncy for three seasons basically. three seasons of this unhealthy relationship that started with j*nathan violating her privacy and never offering a true apology. great. but stancy is so offensive. okay yeah sure. 

870 notes - Posted May 28, 2022

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