#I actually made this like a week ago and just completely forgot about it lol

[questor-thews]

sorry the ending is so abrupt I got lazy BUT. dominator amv for the dominator fans

[tojivu]

# OFFICE HOURS ‣ GOJO SATORU

✰ — author’s note i feel so guilty bc gojo is literally the only character i write for LOL anyway this is an old draft from months ago. idk why this is so long im so horrendously down bad for this fucking snowman.

✰ — cw / tags arrogant ceo!gojo x secretary f!reader, sfw, not rly enemies to lovers bc gojo has fat feelings, gojo satoru being a billionaire playboy

✰ — playing death & taxes by daniel caesar.

✰ — word count ~3k LOL

nothing about gojo satoru really strikes you as the serious type.

even in a professional environment, your boss always has a carefree demeanour. his laugh is so nauseatingly loud that you can hear it from outside the office, and you wonder how someone as busy as him manages through his day; much less with a positive attitude. you take one look at his schedule, and you want to vomit with the way you hardly see any gaps between appointments.

you suppose you could learn that from him. it's his only good quality.

you admit that he's likeable, on surface level. there's a reason why you detest him, though: as his closest colleague, you know him way more than you would prefer. most people would think such a well to do man like satoru would have a wife by his side, but that's unfortunately not the case. you almost feel more miserable than him—because now you're forced to be the listening ear and comforting hand at his beck and call.

you think he'd be just fine if he was just a little more humble. he has a nice face. it's his fault for being so stuck up. you know how many women ask him out—painfully aware, actually.

'they just aren't suited to my taste,' he would say to you. 'i need someone that makes me feel alive.'

one time, gojo even asked you to bail him out of a date—something about the way she held her fork and knife disturbed him, and you were expected to show up at the restaurant and act as if there was an emergency.

'i'm so sorry, sweetheart. i have to go, duty calls.' his disgustingly charming tone made you want to slap him then and there.

she called him again the following week, and he completely forgot who she was. he didn't even save her number.

the sheer number of people asking him out had stroked his ego so hard that gojo firmly believes no woman is deserving enough. he rambles on and on to you about how snobby some of them seem, and it takes everything in you to bite your tongue when he does. 'takes one to know one,' you would say, if not for your job at stake.

you think gojo satoru is full of himself. you are a strong believer of that. a witness, as well—it's not like he didn't try his way with you, too. unlike the women he ranted about, you turned him down every single time.

it's been a long while since any of that has happened, though. the most recent ordeal was months ago, but that didn't inherently mean that people stopped asking him out: it just meant that he was rejecting every single offer.

it's a thursday morning when you find yourself eating a sandwich you purchased on the way to work, at your desk—wondering when the big boss will finally arrive. the clock read 9 a.m., and you're expecting an extravagant "good morning!" to surprise you any moment now.

just then, you notice mr. conceited walk in: except something is different. he has no stride in his step. there was no good morning. there was no playful teasing directed at you as he walked past your desk and into his office, not that you were complaining—it was just strange.

you stand up, a mouthful of your sandwich still being chewed. you take a big sip of water and fix your skirt and blouse, making sure your hair is presentable—before swiftly making your way into his office.

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"i cannot believe this." he mumbles. you're standing in front of his desk, but he's not facing your direction.

gojo's chair is turned to the giant window that overlooks the business district, and he's gazing out of it thoughtfully. you think this is the cheesiest thing you've seen him do.

you can see how disheveled his hair was, even from where you were standing. you don't want to irritate him further, in case teasing you was still on his to-do list that day.

"what is it, mr. gojo?"

he swivels his chair around, and he is a mess—just what could have he been up to?

"i woke up late today."

"you're the boss, mr. gojo. you can come in any time you want—"

"not the point." he interrupts you. "i forgot my lunch. i was in the car, with the driver, on the way here already. . . and then i realised i left my donuts at home."

gojo's face is absolutely distraught. he looks like he's gone through a divorce and had his house set on fire with how he stands up dramatically—his hands now on his desk. you open your mouth to speak, but he shuts you up by talking again.

"i didn't want to inconvenience him. i'm too thoughtful, miss y/n."

you want to scoff, but you bite your tongue and hold back.

"so i got out of the car and ran back for it," gojo recounts. "i arrived home after the treacherous journey—only to discover that my donuts are gone."

you feign an expression of shock, just to humour him; he gives you an 'i know right' look, and continues his nonsensical story.

"the maids threw them away, miss y/n."

you can't help yourself: you let a small giggle slip through your lips. you quickly use your hand to cover your mouth, thinking of a quick excuse.

you cough. you pretend to, at least—but gojo satoru is not stupid.

no, maybe a little. though, not enough to be convinced of your terrible acting.

"nothing about this is funny."

you nod, looking down at the floor. "i apologise, mr. gojo, but it's just a few donuts. i'm sure someone in the office could fetch some for you."

"yes, i agree." he says, and you shift your gaze from the marble tiling of his office to his face. his hair is a mess, yes—but he still looks revoltingly handsome. his eyes are piercing through yours, and pieces of hair cover his face in just the right places.

you're staring a little too long and gojo finds his pulse quickening with the eye contact—but the spell he has you under is soon broken when he clears his throat.

you quickly look away, embarrassed that you were caught staring at your boss, by your boss.

"you'll pick some up for me, yeah?" his smooth and silky voice echoes through the empty space of his office.

you look at him again, and there's a gentle smile on his face; one you're all too familiar with.

you're aware of satoru's charismatic nature, his playboy-ish attitude, and all sorts of tricks he uses to make women fall head over heels for him. that didn't mean you were completely resistant to them, though—you find yourself playing with the sleeves of your blouse, your ears beginning to redden. "of course," is all you manage to say.

at least you were self-aware.

your mind was rational. should gojo satoru try to hit on you for the nth time—all it took was some self discipline to say no, and you'd like to think you had plenty.

you think the conversation is done with the way he doesn't speak another word, so you turn on your heels and make your way out of the office.

just as you touch the handle of the door, your boss adds: "i'll come with you."

you turn back to him, confused. you didn't need your boss babysitting you for a donut run, you knew his favourite flavours—it's all he ever insists on buying for lunch. "there's no need for that, mr. gojo."

satoru shakes his head in disapproval. "you don't even know my favourite flavours, miss y/n."

that was a blatant lie. he knew you knew. you were his personal donut grabber for a few months up until august, and it was only october. you suppose that it would've continued on if not for your complaints about the long lines in the morning.

nevertheless, you don't argue with him. gojo satoru was the type to get what he wants, when he wants, if he really wants it.

you smile at his disregard for the months you spent as his errand runner, and how idiotic the excuse he just used was. satoru knows he's lying through his teeth, and your smile makes him more nervous than your eye contact.

so nervous, in fact, that he takes back what he just said. "unless. . . you're fine by yourself."

you're surprised that gojo's confidence is dissipating, or that it could even fade at all. you can tell with the way he's avoiding your eye contact, exactly how you evaded his earlier—the red on the tips of his ears are much too obvious in contrast to his hair.

"i don't mind," you respond a bit too quicker than appropriate. "mr. gojo."

gojo curses himself mentally, thinking about how stupid he must sound. he's usually the one making people nervous, but he doesn't know why it's different when you look at him like that.

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the atmosphere is deafening in gojo's favourite bakery. you always knew he had a sweet tooth, so you expected his choice to be a spectacular one—and you weren't disappointed.

you had personally visited this bakeshop before, and the confectionery was truly as good as people made it out to be; it proved evident in the amount of people crammed into this small establishment. though, you can't tell if it was for the food or for your boss, with the way most pairs of eyes are turned in his direction.

you two spend a good five seconds looking at the menu before gojo states his order, which was exactly what you thought it would be—the lady at the cashier smiles a bit too long at satoru, before asking: "eating in?"

you want to open your mouth to say something, but he beats you to it. "of course."

it was still very well your work day. he (or maybe you and him, considering you helped him plan seventy percent of his appointments) had a meeting in 3 hours to prepare for. you think this donut adventure is already unnecessary enough—but here he is, suggesting to waste even more time eating the donuts in the bakery itself.

"we have a meeting in a bit, though. you could eat it in your office."

he looks at you with a confused look, as if he forgot that there was a meeting at all—because he did forget. gojo gasps, turning back to the lady and retracting his previous statement.

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gojo eats his donuts agonisingly slow and no conversation is initiated.

you're alternating between staring at both your laptops and the swirls on the wooden desk, unable to say anything because you didn't plan for such an occasion: an eating donuts with your admittedly handsome boss that makes you nervous while simultaneously planning for an important meeting occasion.

"miss y/n, you should try some."

you shift your eyes from the table to gojo, and he's holding a small piece of his donut to your lips: the powdered sugar practically calling your name.

"it's fine, i ate earlier," you decline his generous offer. "you should eat."

"i'm not asking you to eat all of them, miss y/n." he smiles at you. "just a bite. it's really good, y'know."

you sigh, reaching for his hand to take it from him—but he swiftly pulls it away and shakes his head. "open your mouth."

you feel the tips of your ears burning, blood rushing to your cheeks and you wonder how the girls he takes out manage themselves when he's like this—you've worked with him for so long, yet you can't recall a time when his gaze wouldn't make you shudder.

you think you'd stutter if you spoke one more word to him, so you save yourself from the embarrassment and bare with his request.

he feeds you the piece of sugar-coated donut, and you're sure you have powder on the corners of your lips with how it's width barely fits into your mouth.

you chew and swallow, feeling the residue of sugar on your skin.

"do you have any tissues?" you ask him, a serious expression plastered onto your face.

gojo tries to suppress the chuckle itching to escape his throat—the sugar on your lips and cheeks catch him off guard, and after a few seconds he can't help but let a small laugh slip. you stand up from your chair, scanning the room for any boxes of tissues you could lay your hands on.

he stands up as well, shaking his head—still giggling.

"it's not funny," you frown, and the smile on his face only grows wider—you're too cute for your own good when you sulk. "stop laughing."

you're not sure if you want to punch him or let him giggle to himself. for some reason, seeing you embarrassed is a great cause of joy to him. you can't bring yourself to tell him to shut up; you always imagine doing just that, it's strange how you couldn't muster the courage just when you needed it most.

"it's quite funny," gojo's laughter eventually calms down.

he leans closer to you and his right hand gently holds the side of your jaw—he uses his thumb to gently wipe the sugar off your cheek, and then your lips. "i got it."

his thumb stays on your bottom lip after dusting the sugar away. his pupils are locked onto the surface of your lips, which were glossy in the harsh light of his office: they looked so soft.

before long, they trail up your face until he's looking directly into your eyes: and this time you're not nervous, you don't look away, and your heart is completely calm.

satoru's fingers are easy on your skin. he handles you like fragile glass, as if he doesn't want to break you: and it's the same for the way he looks at you. gentle.

you're reluctant to speak because the way satoru has his thumb on your bottom lip sends shivers down your spine. you feel breathless.

you don't want this feeling to leave, not just yet.

a few seconds of tension pass. his hand moves back to your jaw, and your nervousness returns when gojo satoru leans his tall figure even closer to you; his head tilting ever so slightly.

it's a random thursday morning when you discover a few more good qualities gojo satoru possesses: his lips and his hands. maybe the way he kisses, too—it's slow and precise, unlike his attitude. he tastes sickeningly sweet and it makes you want to savour this moment even more.

you promised yourself you wouldn't fall victim to gojo satoru. yet, you just can't pull away: instead finding yourself slithering your arms around his neck and your chest pressing against his.

gojo's hands are wandering down to your waist and he's desperate to have you as close to him as possible, showing in the way he tries to close the already small gap between you two.

it takes only a fraction of a second for a small thought to form in your mind: just how many women have been in this position?

you quickly forget about that thought, though—you think it's pointless to regret it now, gojo satoru kisses you too good to be full of remorse.

gojo thinks he could stay like this: kiss you all morning, afternoon and pay you overtime if it meant he could be this close to you for just a bit longer.

there's hints of neediness in gojo's touch—as if he'd been waiting for this forever, wanting to relish it before it ends. his few seconds of bliss don’t last very long though, because you're soon pulling away—gasping for air.

he sighs mockingly, his hands sliding down from your waist to your hips. "can't last longer than 10 seconds, miss y/n?"

of course he would say some cocky shit like that—you'd forgotten for a minute that this was the same, arrogant mr. gojo you always knew, and no kiss (however heavenly) was going to change that.

"i'm sorry that i don't go on dates with every man that breathes."

gojo smirks at you after you say those words. "come on. just because i go on dates with people, doesn't mean i kiss them like this."

"sure you don't." your jealousy shows a bit too much in your reply, and he finds himself smiling even harder.

"is someone jealous?" he teases you again, rubbing circles with his thumb against the flesh of your hips.

you feel flustered, knowing that you're definitely done for now—he saw right through you. "nobody is jealous, mr. gojo."

"stop it with the formality. just call me satoru."

"it's still office hours. it's only polite."

gojo rolls his eyes, sighing in the process. you grin a little at him, knowing that this was the first thing you denied him of today—complying with the donuts and the kissing was already spoiling him enough.

"then i suppose there's only after work," there's his nauseatingly charming voice again—low and smooth. he knows exactly what he's doing to you, and you know it too. "i'm off after 6."

you think long and hard about whether you want to be mean and add this to the list of things you've declined to do for him. the ratio was starting to get really unbalanced—but you remember the way his hands touch you and how his lips greet yours so lovingly: and you think that there's no point turning back now.

"my boss doesn't let me off until after 8, though." you try to poke at his buttons—you put on a fake pout, knowing you’ll accept his invitation anyway—but gojo satoru is eternally patient when it came to things he sincerely desired.

"fuck your boss." he says, "he'll be fine with it."

you laugh at his response. you never thought you would see the day gojo curses at himself, after all, he's so self-obsessed: but you suppose you've seen—and tasted—parts of him that you never knew existed.

"then i'll see you at 6, mr. gojo."

what was the harm in discovering more?

230323 — i kinda hate this but.. wtv… anyway i couldn’t be bothered to proofread have my brainrot of gojo in a suit Mmmm yumyum

[woncherie]

hello <33 finally posting part 3. i hope you guys like it!! small reminder that im not a native english speaker i hope i didnt do too many mistakes..

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: afab!reader, no pronouns used, bully!scara, bullying, sub!scara, reader makes him a sub lol, nsfw, mentions of alcohol and drugs, finger sucking, spit play, thigh riding, degradation, blackmail, rimming, pegging, pictures are taken, usage of ma'am a few times, he sucks our dick!! light spanking (please tell me if I missed something)

wc: 4.9k

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

lab reports were handed in in time, protocols werent your problem anymore and you got good grades on papers that you didnt even take a look at. things really changed after the party a few months ago.

you didnt get thrown at with food anymore, no one was there to trip you, your property wasnt destroyed anymore. its as if he completely forgot about your existence. at this point you dont even know if he remembers your face anymore, you havent seen your favourite bully in weeks other than on hallways, but even there he was very quick to choose another path to not see your face.

its been a month since the incidence in the library, and nothing else happened between you. how could anything have happened? he doesnt even look at you anymore.

at first you enjoyed your peace. people started talking to you more, you went to more partys and hangouts and met new people, but after two weeks of silence from scaramouche, you started getting a bit tense too.

you didnt expect him to actually leave you alone. you thought he would be putting up more of a fight than just puss out like a small kid, and no matter how hard it was to admit.. you kinda missed him.

at one point you got so annoyed with his behaviour that you even tried to meet him yourself, bumping into him in the hallway to start a conversation, but all he did was apologize half-assed and then go back on his way, not even taking a glimpse of your face or outfit (which he used to love to make fun of).

you were fed up with him. you cannot believe that after everything that happened between the two of you he can just act like nothing happened, going on with his life without even thinking about you. him ignoring you made you even more mad than when he gave you too much attention.

it was hard to admit, but the indigo haired man never left your thoughts. it wasnt like you two actively talked before, but now all you did was wonder. about him, about how his day was, what he did, how he is feeling.

the irritation was written all over your face, and all that albedo could do was watch from the sidelines. you still didnt tell him what happened, at this point you were so far into this shit you dont even know how to explain anything.

"is everything alright?" he said after a few days, laying on his tummy on the floor of your apartment, your organic chemistry book in front of him, but instead of studying he just put his head on it, using it as a pillow.

"what should be wrong?" you mumbled, scrolling through instagram right next to him on your carpet. your head was at his feet and his at yours, taking a look over to him when he spoke up.

you two ordered some take out and waited impatiently on the delivery before going back to studying. exams were getting closer again.

"you seem to be lost in thoughts the past few three weeks. is everything right between scaramouche and you?" he asked while checking the time on his watch.

"yeah, what should be wr- wait what." your heart dropped for a second and you threw your phone away, sitting up straight. "how did you-" you started.

"oh c'mon." he answered and rolled his eyes. "respect my intelligence. it doesnt take a genius to understand that at least something happened between the two of you."

you looked at him with wide eyes, shame and guilt being written all over your face. "how..??"

"just look at you two and how you act around each other. you two are practically undressing each other with your eyes during the lectures."

you hid your face in the palm of your hands, embarrassed at the whole situation. "i am so so sorry. i shouldve told you." you apologized. "i was just.. scared about your reaction?"

"you should be." he returned, sitting up slowly before looking at you. "i have a lot of things to say about that special relationship. but maybe you should explain what happened before." he gave you the opportunity to explain.

you threw yourself at albedo and hugged him tightly. "oh my god, i need to tell you so much that happened. ok so remember ittos party.."

☆

scaramouche was currently laying in bed, another random women naked next to him. he tried everything, he tried everything, to forget you.

your ugly face followed him in his darkest dreams, your annoying character was running around in his head all the time, and he even caught himself daydreaming about the two of you every once in a while. all the time.

but absolutely nothing was helping him. he thought maybe he just needed to get laid again, to have any random chick pleasure him for the night and he would get back to be his old self, that he was just thinking with his dick the past few weeks, but no. even after sleeping with multiple women who werent even good to begin with, he couldnt get you out of his head.

he was frustrated, so fucking annoyed, that he let it out on everyone who is somewhat close to him. his friends were trying to figure out what or who made him so miserable, but he doesnt talk to anyone of them.

instead of approaching you and talking it out he decided it would be the better idea to just party, smoke and drink his feelings away. after a few days he would forget you and what happened. but thats what he told himself for weeks now.

the women next to him came closer, trying to touch his chest, but he just hissed at her. "do me a favour and fuck off." he didnt even know her name. he didnt care enough to ask. he couldnt even describe what she looked like.

"h..huh?" he heard her gasp next to him, feeling a bit betrayed by his behaviour right now. "did i do someth-"

"fuck off i said." he groaned, using his arm to place it over his eyes. he just hoped that she would leave as quickly as she came, letting him pity himself in peace without anyone chewing his ear off or them expecting that he cares about them.

he didnt care about anyone of them, fuck, he doesnt even know their names, the only name in his head was yours. and he was sick of it.

the girl stood up and grabbed her clothes, leaving the room as she put them on again, and scaramouche let out a deep groan when he heard the front door closing. fucking finally.

he turned around in his bed, laying on his stomach and checking his phone. he was hoping that maybe you would text him again, but you didnt.

he took his pillow and threw it over his head, trying to burry himself in his bed, trying to burry these feelings.

what were you doing right now? were you together with your ugly blonde friend again?

just thinking about albedo makes him wanna throw a few punches around the room. he never cared about that nerd anyway, his victim always being you, but right now? he's exploding just thinking that you spend your precious time with albedo than rather messaging him, or talking to him.

what did you even see in him? he's fucking boring, head constantly hiding between a few books. he probably doesnt even have a personality to begin with.

were you sleeping with him?

after all the things you did to scaramouche, he wouldnt be doubting that you maybe also fucked around with your best friend. the thought of it made him jump out of his bed, throwing his pillow against a wall before heading to the shower.

he was so lovesick, he couldnt even admit how jealous he was. fuck, he misses you. he misses you so much that he set his mind to visit you after showering, even though he tried his best to ignore you. he couldnt do that anymore.

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you were laying on your bed, your books and tablet scattered around you. you tried to concentrate on your studies, on how you felt before you started to fuck around with scaramouche, but you only sighed frustratedly. albedo was right. this was all a big mistake.

albedo left some hours ago, giving you some space for yourself to think about the whole situation, but you instead chose to study and ignore the aching pain in your chest.

albedo gave you a whole lecture on how stupid you were, on how you're gonna get your feelings hurt and mind destroyed by scaramouche, and you knew he was right, you really did, but you couldnt help but feel the way you feel right now.

your train of thoughts got interrupted as someone started banging against your door furiously, and you stood up in surprise and hurried to the door, not checking who it was before opening it.

in front of you stood your favourite indigo eyed man, hair messy and very obviously annoyed and irritated. he didnt even ask or say anything, just pushed you away to enter your apartment.

you were surprised to see him here, after ignoring you for weeks and getting out of your way on purpose when it always used to be the other way around.

"i fucking hate you!" he shouted in your face, pacing around in your apartment, trying to find any words.

"chill out for a second, handsome, how did you find my address?" you asked him, closing the door behind him after scaramouche entered your comfy 25 m².

he just rolled his eyes and put his hands on his hips. "ask me something more difficult next time." he quoted his old text messages.

"the fuck you want here anyway?" you answered him annoyed but also somewhat adrenalized. this is the first time you talked again after like 2 weeks? 3 weeks? you couldnt even remember yourself.

"you! i fucking hate you." he yelled again, coming closer to you before using his arms to push you around a bit, getting physical with you. you stumbled a few steps back but caught yourself in time before landing on your ass.

"you just show up in my life and turn everything around without even thinking about me!" he cried out, his own hands finding its way in his hands and pulling on his own hair. "the past few weeks i tried everything to forget you, to forget the way you make me feel, but.. i just cant."

you raised your eyebrows in shock, not expecting a confession like this when he first entered your home furiously. "what do you mean?"

"FUCK. i mean that i cant stop thinking about you. i cant stop thinking about how you touch me. you ruined me for everyone else. no one compares to how you make me feel, and i hate you so much for this." he paced around your small room again, his eyes moving around from you to the floor and to you again, arms moving around everywhere.

he was stressed as hell, and he didnt know why he was here, in front of you, digging his own grave, but there he is, embarrassing himself to his bones.

and all you did was stand in front of him, looking at him with wide eyes, mouth opening and closing like a fish, trying to find fitting words. you couldnt explain how you were feeling right now, you just knew that you were incredibly happy and relieved.

"say something." scaramouche nearly begged, being frustrated with the whole situation.

he wanted things to go back to normal, to have you under him, doing anything he says without being told twice, to do all uni work and still humiliate you for funsies.

but thinking about going back to that time also hurt him, thinking about how you wouldnt talk to him more than you needed to is something he didnt want.

you slowly stepped up to him again, definitely getting closer to him and his personal space than anyone else dares to do, and you use your finger to lift his chin up, looking at him mockingly.

"now was that so hard to say?" you looked down in him. his face turned red again, trying to ignore your wandering eyes on his face, looking on the floor, eyelashes already a bit wet from shame and embarrassment.

"look at me when im talking to you." you demanded, squishing his cheeks between your fingers again and he looked up to you, breath stammering and gulping.

"is this what you want?" you raised one eyebrow mockingly, the grin on your face getting bigger and bigger.

scaramouche became frustrated with your behaviour again, too embarrassed to admit that yes, he needed this.

instead of answering, he pushed you back again, but followed you, shoving you on your own bed.

your back was pressed to the mattress and scaramouche sat down in your lap, leaning forwards before he pressed his lips on yours aggressively.

you were surprised at how eager he was, but no way would you let him lead and dominate you. this is your job.

you threw off all the books and your tablet from the bed with your arm in one swift motion, and then grabbing scaramouches waist as you change position, rolling on top of him while he is laying underneath you.

he didnt let go of the kiss, of you, his arms wrapped around your neck while your hands press down on the mattress beside each side of his head.

he let out some soft sighs and pants throughout the kiss, occasionally letting out a gasp or muffled moan.

you took the opportunity of you being on top, pressing your ass on his dick and making him moan more often now.

his hands wandered from your neck into your hair, pulling on them desperately as you suck on his tongue. god damn it, he felt fucking amazing.

you started undressing him slowly, breaking the kiss to remove his shirt, your lips on his right afterwards again before he could even take in a breath.

you didnt care though. you waited so long for him, you want to break him apart now.

you started kissing from his lips down to his jaw and neck, giving him bites and hickies all over that area. "you've been waiting for this for quite some time now, havent you?" you teased him, rocking your hips on his as you gave his collarbone special attention.

"fuck.. fuck yes." he groaned out, trying to grab your hips but you grabbed his hands immediately, pressing them down above his head.

"dont even think about this." you threaten him, and he looks at you with wide eyes. "i will not be touching you if you dont listen to me. understood?" scaramouches eyes widen in surprise, ready to whine out. he cant have you leaving him hanging once again, he needs you more than anyone else right now, so all he did was nod and look into your eyes.

"use your words." you demanded.

"y..yes."

"is that all?" you asked in a harsh tone, making him feel so much smaller than he actually is underneath you. his face got a soft pink blush around his nose and he looked away, everywhere else but in your face right now. "yes.. m..ma'am."

you could feel your pussy clench at the way he looked so embarrassed as he called you this name. you lived for embarrassing him.

"good boy." you answered and you could feel his dick twitch right through the shorts you were wearing.

you started kissing his body again, this time taking your time at his chest as you felt it heaving so cutely for you. "id love to fuck these tits." you grinned, looking up to him and seeing him hide his face inside the crook of his arm. "maybe next time."

his heart stopped beating for a second before it sped up in pace right afterwards. next time?

but before he could ask anything, you stood up from his lap, grabbing his waist once again before turning him around and pulling his pants down in one swift motion.

"H..HUH?" he asked surprised, looking back to you and seeing you eyeing his ass again. just thinking about what happened last time made his dick throb in his underwear, already being stained by precum anyway.

you were very happy with how things were right now, scaramouche underneath you and submissive, letting you use his body to your liking.

"ever got your ass pegged?" you looked up to him with a big grin, visibly ecstatic before pulling his boxers down too and touching his butt.

"n..no why the fuck should-?" but before he could finish his sentence you sinked your sharp teeth into his ass, biting him until there was evidence of your teeth on his butt.

he let out a small scream and let his head fall back into his neck, eyes closed in pleasure and pain. "i fucking hate you." he then said and you only giggled silently.

you stood up from his legs, grabbing into your nightstand to pull out your pretty pink dildo and scaramouches eyes widened in shock and lust, jumping up immediately.

"aint no way this gonna fit.." he mumbles.

"dont worry. ill make it fit." you returned, grabbing his hair and pulling him closer to your face again, pressing your lips on his harshly.

he opened his mouth instantly, welcoming your tongue in his mouth. fuck, he really cant resist your touch.

he leaned into the kiss and let out a small moan when your fingers graced his dick, playing with the tip and using his precum to make him wetter.

you let go off his lips and his dick and he let out a whine. he waited so long for this, dont stop now.

but instead of kissing him again, you leaned a bit back and pressed he colorful dildo on his lips, and he looked at you, slightly confused.

"what are you-?" he started, but you already pushed the tip of the sex toy into his mouth.

"sadly i didnt prepare any lube.. guess your spit has to make it wet now."

seeing scaramouche choke on the dildo made your heart swell in pride and joy, he really looked majestic like that. he grabbed your hand quickly, scared that you might shove it down his throat completely.

his heart was beating faster, scared of messing up. it was the first time of him sucking on a cock, he didnt want to look like a fool, he didnt want to disappoint you.

he tried to relax his throat to take the toy more in, sucking on it and looking at you through his lashes. inch for inch he took more in, putting on a small show for you.

you couldnt help but gasp a bit, pussy wet and aching for him. but you had to hold back, this was about him and his pleasure now.

"see, so you can be a good boy for me without throwing a tantrum. no need to be so bratty all the time.~" you teased him and he tried to look at you angrily, the toy in his mouth ruining it a bit for him.

you were still in your clothes which bothered both you and him, so you let go of the dildo in your hand, but scaramouche held it firmly anyway.

you quickly got rid of your shirt and shorts, sitting in front of him in your underwear while he was completely naked. when scaramouche saw your body in front of him, so close, he let go of the sex toy in his mouth and instead stared at you, biting his lip, trying to hide the faint blush on his face. he thought that you looked stunning.

you took the dildo out of his hand and kissed him again, pressing him onto his back while he leaned into the kiss, hands grabbing into your hair.

while kissing him you grabbed into your nightstand again, this time pulling out a bottle of lube.

scaramouche opened his eyes at the noise and let go of you when he saw the bottle. "wait what?? didnt you say you dont have any?" he bickered around and you laughed silently. "of course i have lube. i just wanted to see you suck on my dick." you teased him once again.

"you fucking bitch." he returned, visibly angry and embarrassed again, hiding half his face with his hand.

"oh c'mon, you looked really stunning. the show you put on made me nearly loose my control." you said as you kissed his jaw and neck downwards to his chest and tummy, getting dangerously close to his dick, which was still standing and throbbing regularly.

"cute. how can you satisfy anyone with this small cute dick?" you bullied him and he turned his face away in shame. "fuck off." was all he said, ready to shove his foot up your face but you only giggled and pressed a kiss on the inside of his tender thigh.

you heard him let out a small whimper, back finally relaxing against your pillows as he closed his eyes. you just smiled against his thigh and pressed down a few more kisses on them before taking the bottle of lube, opening it and using it on your fingers.

you grabbed the insides of scaramouches knees and pressed them up to his hands, signaling him to hold them.

it was embarrassing for him, but he didnt care anymore. he just wanted you on top of him, destroying him completely, so he held his legs and spread them, being completely naked and open for you. "good boy.." you mumbled as your fingers started rubbing on his anus, making him shudder at the cold feeling.

"we need a safeword." you said, looking up to his face and he opened his eyes in frustration. he thought you would finally fuck him properly.

"safeword?"

"yeah.. in case you dont like it anymore." you explained it.

"i know what a safeword is you dumb fuck." he said angrily, and you gave him a slap on his dick, making him moan out in pain and pleasure, arching his back and shoving his butt closer to you.

"dont get too comfy now." you said, and he looked at you apologetically.

"fuck just choose anything! i dont care."

you took his dick into your hand, stroking him a few times and watching him mewl in pleasure.

"coconut?" you asked.

"y..yeah yeah whatever" he said, enjoying the pleasure that you were giving him right now.

you took your lube smeared fingers and slowly inserted one inside of him while watching his face and facial features.

his eyelids fluttered and he bit his lip, grabbing the bedsheets as he tried to get used to the unknown feeling. you didnt move your finger yet, waiting for his consent.

he slowly opened his eyes and gave you a nod, signaling you to move your finger, so you did. you kissed him on the lips again, trying to make him ignore the initial pain in his butt.

he wrapped his arms around your body again, kissing you a bit sloppily as he moans into the kiss, moving back onto your fingers.

after a few minutes you heard him mumble against your lips. "m..more" he said before pressing his lips on yours again. you took the invitation to slowly insert a second finger into him and you felt him flinch and whimper against your lips. you let go off the kiss too look at him, but he pulled you back down again, not wanting to let go of the kiss.

you moved your fingers and he whimpered against your lips, biting down on your underlip. man, you really wanted to ravish him, but you had to hold yourself back a little more, for him.

you started scissoring your fingers and scaramouche started enjoying it a bit more, all kinds of moans and groans leaving his mouth. "f..fuck this feels so.." he started, but got lost in pleasure, losing his train of thought once again.

after a few more seconds you pulled out of him, making him shudder underneath you, opening his eyes slightly to look at you. "just do it now." he started bothering you again and you gave him a slap on his thigh. "shut up."

you grabbed underneath the bed and pulled out your strap on, making his face heat up slightly, but you only smiled at his reaction and put it on.

you’d never ever felt this way around anyone before - you could feel your panties growing more soaked by the second from anticipation. but it really wasnt about you right now, it was about him.

scaramouche really didnt expect to be fucked senseless when he made his way over to your home, and yet, his mouth was dry and his face was hot with embarrassment? fear? neediness? he didnt know. all he knew was that he wanted this feeling gone and your body on top of him.

scaramouche sighed happily when he felt the toy slowly, very slowly gliding into him, head falling back as he winced at the initial pain. you paused for a moment, letting him get used to the feeling.

after a few seconds he nodded again, signaling you to push in deeper. he groaned as you pushed in further, the size of you causing a burning sensation, even despite the lube and preparation earlier.

you pressed light kisses around his forehead, cheeks, jaw, neck, trying to calm him down.

he breathed heavily as you pushed in more, more, more, filling him up deliciously before bottoming out inside of him. scaramouche felt like his whole skin was burning hot, tears pricking in his eyes as he grabbed your arms, pulling you down to him and pressing your body on his as he wrapped his arms around your body.

you pushed your hips back towards his, rolling your hips in a slow pace as his body twitched underneath you.

"fu.. fuck i hate you so much." he reminded you again and you laughed in a low tone, pushing his sweaty hair out of his face. "want me to stop?" you asked and he locked his legs behind your back, taking up your space to move away.

"no!!" he gasped as you continued to pound into him, head thrown back into the pillows as moans, grunts, your name and even a few ma'ams leave his lips continuously. a very visible bulge appearing on his stomach made him gasp out, tears leaving his eyes and smearing all over his face. "dont stop, fuck, please dont stop.." he moaned out loudly.

"i should stop." you continued to tease him. "after all these months of you destroying my life, it really should be fair if i leave you hanging." you grabbed the inside of his knees, pressing them to his chest and putting him into a mating press. "you deserve this."

scaramouches mouth was left open, tongue hanging out and drool leaving his mouth. he was completely gone, trying his hardest to concentrate on what to say. "s..so-sorry. im so sorry fuck im sorry" he slurred out, trying his hardest to not come too quickly.

"is this how your mother taught you to apologize?" you grunted, slapping his thigh and ass hard, making him mewl out.

"fuuck I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have- I shouldn't have put through you all tha-fuckk." he moaned out, looking down to where your and his body connected.

"I will stop I will stop I promise I won't bother you anymore just please..make me cum." hearing him choke on his own words made your chest fill with pride. you finally broke him.

his hands tried to hold anything of you, grabbing your bra that you still wore and opening it, throwing it away, his eyes all over your chest now, watching the way they bounce while you fuck him hard.

he was fucked out and you barely even started, using his body as a mere fleshlight for your toy, teeth gritting as he felt a familiar sensation build up in his stomach as the toy continuously pushed against his prostate, making him see stars through the tears in his eyes.

"cu- cumming. fuck im so closesoclosesoclose" he slurred out, completely drunk on pleasure.

"eyes on me." you demanded, and he looked up from your chest to your eyes. "want you to look at me as you come." you continued, and scaramouches heart skipped a beat. fuck. you really wrapped him around your finger.

you took your hand and grabbed his penis, playing and stroking him a bit to increase the pleasure, sending him off the edge as he came all over his body and your hand. you took a few seconds to fuck him through his orgasm before slowly standing still, only both of your heavy breathings heard in the apartment.

you smeared the cum that was left on your hand on his chest and stomach, painting him full with it as you teased him again, his body still shaking and spasming underneath you.

"fuck, i could do this all day." you said and he bit his lips at the thought of that.

"not gonna take any pictures this time?" he asked and you grabbed the polaroid camera on your nightstand.

"oh you bet i will."

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HELLOO <33 this is gonna be the last part i dont think i have much to add to the story anymore.. i hope you all enjoyed it and thank you so much for hyping me up the past 2 weeks <3 it really meant a lot, you guys made my days and nights.

[dynamic-k]

How you doin'

I think I finally broke out of the Writer's Block!! Time to celebrate with a coffee!

I also started writing the next chapter of the Guessing Game, uhhhh, whoops, why has it taken me eleven days-

I am also making a lot of headway on the next Arc Two chapter, and I am so unbelievably excited to bring it to completion because more LOREEEE!! And more subtle things to decipher, hehehe

And other not-so-subtle things... Yeah...

And also, uhm, a certain mother of the Alcoholic Twins, *cough, cough* Mum Rum *cough, cough*

I need to keep my mouth shut, cursors...

Why do I let you all ask me things-

Next thing I know, I'll be explaining King's full motives in way too much detail... '= w =

ANYWAY

Yes, I am doing swell and well, and good mood. U v U

Even though the Alan Becker Minecraft server has been very captivating as of late, and I find myself not writing as much because I want to hang out with Alan Becker fandom people-

WHICH BY THE WAY

I am on that server a lot, as Dynamic_K, so feel so free to say Hi and whatnot, I love meeting you all. :D

And you may also call me Scarlett, I don't care a bit.

Golden Boy, I thiiiiink, is going to still take me a while, even though I've actually made really good headway for the first time since I made chapter 2. It's gonna be so long, lol. I wrote down the plot outline, for the most part, and I just need to fill in the actual words. (Some of which is already done, hence my prediction about the chapter being like 10,000+ words, lol)

Don't ask me about A Second's Tale just yet. That's still sitting on the backburner of my incredibly spacious Mind Stove, simmering every now and then as I slowly piece together how I want the plot to go. I NEVER HAD A SPECIFIC PLAN FOR THAT FIC, IT'S GETTING TRICKY-

I'll finish it all, eventually, though. I promise!! I never EVER abandon a fic.

That's like my motto at this point!

...besides the Second punnery, the "I don't believe I have the faintest notion what you're insinuating" and some other things I say often...

*cough*

Anyway!

Yeah, I think that's it for major updates.

Feel free to clarify more specific inquiries in mah Askity Boxity-

OH STICK

I JUST REALIZED I FORGOT TO POST MY "Idea Box"!!

I had an idea, hehe, about three weeks ago now, oops-

That I could-

OH, never mind, you'll see, I'll get that out soon.

SHUHHCE

I HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO DO, WHYYY

[marshallpupfan]

Marshall Merchandise Update!

I sometimes wonder if I should number these merchandise update posts, but I'm honestly not sure how many I've made since I first started doing this. Let's just pick a number at random and say it's #23.

In any case, I managed to add a few new items to my Marshall collection today. Nothing too big, but they're still pretty cool, imo.

Okay, so... I made a post last night about how I was lamenting the lack of holiday-themed PAW Patrol merchandise this year. Well, as it turns out... I'm a dummy, because I completely forgot about buying this thing a few weeks ago. I didn't show it off at the time because I wanted to have a few other items to show off with it.

Actually, when I first seen this thing on Ebay, I thought it was an older ornament. I'd never seen one like it before, and when I Google-searched it, the results came up empty. I thought I found another rare ornament, so I quickly snatched it up! You can imagine my surprise when I got it and, upon inspecting the tag... it said "2023". Oops. lol

In any case, this ornament's from "Primark". The tag even says it's hand-painted (you can kind of tell, honestly). Strangely, it's not listed on their site, unless I'm just looking in the wrong place. Only one has appeared on Ebay so far, and I haven't seen it anywhere else at all yet. Well, there's some store out there selling them, but I know not which one... all I know is I'm happy to have one. :)

Next, a "Slow-Rise Squishies". They also come in Chase and Skye, too.

Unless I'm mistaken, you can't find these in the USA right now. Yup, this is another imported item! From Canada, in fact (thankfully, the shipping was low). Admittedly, the likeness is pretty spot on, not to mention it's bigger than I expected it to be. I think it's pretty cool!

Last.... er... this thing. It's just something I randomly found on Ebay one day, so I decided to bid on it. Admittedly, it's also bigger than I expected (around 4 inches tall - the Squishies is slightly taller, at 4.75). Sadly, it's not in the best condition, but I can't say I'm too surprised. I'm honestly lucky to find any previously-owned item in good condition, especially given the age group these toys are meant for.

I'm not sure, but I suspect this thing may not be official. Typically, each item, even if it's a small piece in a set, has some sort of number or information on it. I've posted a few examples above, just to show you what I mean. This item, however, doesn't seem to have any such thing. Maybe there are exceptions, but chances are, it's an imitation you can find cheap somewhere. Despite that, I think it matches the character close enough, so I've no problem including it in my collection. It wouldn't be the first counterfeit in there (and likely won't be the last, since I still have my eye on a few I'd like to buy someday).

That's all for now! I can't say if I'll find too much more by the end of the year, so this'll probably be it for 2023. Chances are, the next items I show off will be the Jungle Pups toys, unless something unexpected pops up between then. Maybe I'll get lucky and find some of those Canadian-exclusive items... but I wouldn't bet money on that. lol

[caswellseyes]

# 4 and romantic Boggie

ty for the prompt!! sorry it took me so long to get to this - i actually had the finished thing sitting in a doc for days and completely forgot i hadn't posted it yet lol. hope you like it!

4. "I think I deserve a kiss for this." from these fluffy prompts!

Bobby has had a long day.

It’s Friday, which is without a doubt his least favourite day of the week. Sure, it’s nice and close to the weekend, but it’s not actually time for that yet, you know? There are still twenty-four hours to go. Add to that an incredibly wonky college schedule, with six full class hours – and not even fun ones – in a row, followed by a shift at work, and a broken coffee machine in the staff room, and, well. Let’s just say that by the time he makes it home, he’s dragging his feet and finding it difficult to stay awake on the bus.

He can’t even fully relax when he gets home. He still has groceries to buy, and dinner to make, and he doesn’t even want to think about the last time he did laundry or vacuumed the place. He’s just been so busy with other things that he’s fallen terribly behind on household chores.

With a big sigh, he opens his front door. He’s fully expecting to be faced by the grocery bags he laid out that morning, surrounded by mail he hasn’t sorted through, but he sees something completely different. Something much better.

“There you are,” Reggie says, grinning. He’s just leaving the kitchen, two full glasses in his hands. “I was wondering when you’d be home. Dinner is almost ready.”

He places the glasses on the table. For the first time, Bobby notices that it isn’t covered in the usual junk – he doesn’t have a lot of storage space, okay? – but that there’s a dinner for two laid out, candles and all.

“What?” He brings out, frozen in place. When he’d given Reggie a key to his place, he’d been expecting to find his boyfriend eating his cereal, not doing this.

Reggie grins and walks up to him, taking his bag and pulling a face as the weight of it hits him. Bobby’s been dragging a lot of books around. 

“Well, I know you’ve been super busy, so I thought we could have a nice, relaxing night in for a change? So I made dinner, and cleaned up a little when it was cooking and stuff. So we can eat first and then maybe watch a movie after?”

Reggie bites his lip, suddenly looking a little uncertain.

“But I completely understand if this is too much,” he says. “I- I can go, if you’d prefer that. I just thought you deserved a break, you know?”

Bobby unfreezes and surges forward, throwing himself at his boyfriend. He buries his face in the crook of Reggie’s neck. 

Reggie’s arms come up to hold him tightly. 

“Thank you,” Bobby says, his voice muffled. He doesn’t bother moving and repeating it, though. He’s too comfortable for that. “I really needed this.”

As if on cue, his stomach grumbles. Reggie chuckles and squeezes him one last time before letting go. Bobby reluctantly untangles himself from his boyfriend. Somehow, he feels a lot lighter now than he did just minutes ago. 

“C’mon, let’s eat.” Reggie leads Bobby to the table and pulls out a chair. He doesn’t sit down across from him immediately, though. Instead, he leans down and rests his head on Bobby’s shoulder. 

“I made spaghetti,” he says, pointing at the dish, “and garlic bread, and there’s ice cream in the freezer.”

“Thank you,” Bobby says again, turning his head to the side so he can look at Reggie. “It smells amazing.”

Reggie grins. “Well, you know I like to cook.”

Bobby presses a kiss to Reggie’s cheek. Up close as he is, he has a perfect view of the red spreading on Reggie’s cheek. Even after months of dating, Reggie still blushes anytime Bobby does anything remotely flirty. It’s one of Bobby’s favourite things ever.

“I think,” Reggie says, already a bit breathless, “that I deserve a real kiss for this.”

Bobby reaches out and cradles Reggie’s jaw with one hand, tilting his head so he can reach his lips. He’s not one to refuse a request like that, of course.

Kissing Reggie, Bobby has discovered, never gets old. The slide of their lips together, the feeling of Reggie’s fingers threading through his hair, is nothing short of perfection every time they kiss. This time is no exception to that. Bobby feels his exhaustion fading with every second that ticks by. He could spend a lifetime kissing Reggie, he thinks, without getting tired of it. He’d be the happiest man alive.

Currently, however, he’s also very much hungry. The third time his stomach growls, Reggie pulls away.

“Let’s eat, before it gets cold,” he says. 

Bobby leans up for one last kiss, just a short press of their lips together, before he lets Reggie sit down. There will be plenty of time for kissing later, once they’ve had some of Reggie’s delicious food. Once they’re curled up together on the couch, a movie playing and a bowl of popcorn in their laps.

Maybe Fridays aren’t so bad after all.

[hearthandheathenry]

Hi! I know this was from like 2 weeks ago but I completely forgot to follow up. Here's some info if you're still interested.

- Ireland follows a different seasonal calendar to most of Europe, so we still consider February 1st the 1st day of Spring. Halloween is also our last day of Autumn. So February is solidly spring to us. The season changing is the most prominent modern day aspect of 3/4 of these festivals. (Halloween being the exception because of how big and international it has gotten, and the season change aspect is pretty much ignored outside Ireland.)

- Making the crosses is still relatively common. Most commonly school children make them in school. However, I'm a university student and I saw a few folks walking around with one a friend had made for them.

- Spring cleaning is pretty common on Feb 1st.

- It's very much a tradition thing here. A lot of Irish people consider it both a Christian holiday and a Pre-Christian cultural holiday simultaneously. Devout Christians will consider it primarily religious and staunch atheists will consider it purely cultural. A lot of people fall somewhere on a spectrum between the two.

- St Brigid's Day isn't an appropriated version of Imbolc (I see this claim sometimes), it's the exact same holiday. The Irish had a weirdly chill and peaceful conversion to Catholicism so our ancestors just imported a huge chunk of Pre-Christian culture and changed the terminology. Irish monks loved to just write things down and say "see this is proof of this ancient thing being Catholic" so people could convert and also keep their cultural practices. Brigid is a complicated figure and unlike other saints we have no concrete proof she ever existed and it's very possible our ancestors got the Vatican to canonise a pagan goddess to make the festival acceptable for the Catholic converts to keep celebrating. Most of the early tales about her are directly comparable to her pagan counterpart's folklore.

- We actually got a new bank holiday in honour of St Brigid's Day the last two years so now we all get a day off the Monday after. It's still new enough that the February bank holiday is a bit of a novelty here.

- There's no concept of a wheel of the year here (this was invented by Wicca I think?), there's 4 cross quarter days. The average Irish person will see it as a conterpart to the other traditional seasonal festivals. St Brigid's Day is the second most important in the modern day. Halloween is of course the most celebrated. Lúnasa is probably third because although celebrations have kinda died out in the past few decades some places still have prominent things like Puck Fair in Kerry. Bealtaine is last because it's pretty much just a bank holiday and everybodh getting excited that it's finally summer.

Sorry this ended up so long, but I hope at least some of it is interesting lol.

This is so interesting, thank you for sharing! The information is very much appreciated! 💕

[running-in-the-dark]

I had a bunch of errands to run today, and absolutely nothing went right lol

it rained so hard almost the entire time, so I was soaked like 30 seconds after leaving the car for the first time - when I left, it wasn't raining that hard so I figured a hoodie would be enough. it wasn't. I later noticed that there was an umbrella in the trunk, but by that time it was too late lol

the most important thing was picking up my prescriptions from two different doctors. when I got to the first one, the sign said they closed two hours earlier. I went in and up the two stories to the office anyway because I figured I'm already here, and at least it's dry inside, so might as well check. and they were actually still open! so that was good. that was the only thing that went well, haha

then I got to the other doctor's office. it's not actually my doctor - that one is on holiday, so I had to get my prescription at this other place. I've never been there before. the sign said they'd close about 10 minutes after I got there. but they were already closed. I rang the doorbell, I called the number on the sign, just in case someone was still there. nope, nothing. awesome! that was the important prescription! I couldn't make it any other day this week so it's my own fault that it was this late, but now I only have enough Colestyramine until Saturday. if I can get the prescription on Monday, I'll probably get the medication on Tuesday. that sucks. but it'll (have to) be fine, I guess. ugh.

everything after that went wrong too. I had an embarrassing interaction at the bubble tea store (with a guy that I guess I have a bit of a crush on maybe? so it's kinda embarrassing every time. but it was worse this time because I've been there like 20 times already but I misread the sign anyway and felt soo stupid, then blamed it on my glasses being wet from the rain, and he offered me napkins to clean them and I said that'd probably just make it worse haha and then I wanted to die :) )

it stopped raining a few times, but every time I left a building it had gotten even worse than before. I didn't find most of the things I wanted to buy. I had to wait five minutes at the gas station because the guy in front of me just did not come back, and there was a lorry/truck behind me so I couldn't do anything about it. I stepped into a puddle and I was wearing sandals because I thought it wouldn't rain too much. paying with my phone didn't work in exactly one of the stores I went to, but I had gotten too confident that it would work everywhere, so I had left my wallet in the car and had to run there in the rain to get it.

I had promised my mother I would drop something off (and I really wanted to get rid of it because it has been in the way since we moved here and it made me mad every time I saw it), so I had to go there, but my clothes were completely soaked so I was cold and annoyed, and I forgot to eat so I was super hungry and just wanted to go home. it took two hours because she wouldn't stop talking.

I did get a couple 40 year old wooden index card boxes from her basement though! she didn't even remember she had them. I saw them a few times like 10-20 years ago and I guess this is the kind of information my brain thinks it should keep 🤷 and I saw some fabric that she wanted to get rid of, so now I've got that to practice sewing on! and some empty glass jars that were the exact size and shape I've been looking for. so I guess it was worth it in the end! still very annoying though.

oh!! I mentioned the other day that her cat had probably been killed by an animal. well. she turned up a day later! she had hidden between the shed and a bush, so they couldn't find her. she's okay! just a few scratches and missing bits of fur, but nothing deep. she's doing pretty well considering (the vet said she's more affected than a healthy cat would be because she has ataxia, which is also why it's incredible that she was able to get away!)

the good thing is that my mother has said she won't let her outside on her own anymore. she still lets her other (healthy) cat out, but she's old and stays in the backyard too.

the vet also said it was probably a raccoon that attacked the cat. apparently they've been getting pretty aggressive here lately. and the neighbour has had raccoons in her attic a bunch of times, so it seems pretty likely.

[bakawitch]

For the ask game: monarchshipping 👀👀

So Monarchshipping...

This is a ship I have conflicting feelings towards because for me, this ship only works in a very specific way. (And in some fics I read they're written as brothers or opposing forces and that kind of messes with my perception of the ship from time to time lol.)

To avoid this answer getting unnecessarily complicated and long, yes.

I SHIP IT

1. What made you ship it?

In the olden days of early 201x I used to have a profile on the hell site known as AFF because every time I exhausted a shipping tag on FF.net or AO3 that's where I would go to read more about the said ship. Funnily enough, I was reading a mobiumshipping fic when the monarch boys took a hold of me. Usually, mobiumshipping fics at that time were extremely Yugi-centred mostly spending time exploring his relationships with Yami and Atem. Yami's and Atem's relationship in those fics were almost always strictly one of them hurting Yugi's feelings and the other one getting mad and berating them about it. So when I started reading this fic where their relationship specifically was the focus for the majority of the fic and in it they were actually depicted as different people with thoughts that weren't solely about Yugi, with their own feelings and flaws, I was immediately hooked. I've never seen them written in a way around Yugi when they weren't just yesmen clones of each other because that just wasn't a popular concept for mobium shippers (for some reason) and for me that was a very welcome change. So that fic kickstarted a week-long monarchshipping bender for me but after that it kind of faded into the back of my mind for a while. That is until I started seeing your fanart of them floating around tumblr! Now they're back living rent-free in my brain XD

2. What are your favourite things about the ship?

Hmm... The thing I like the most about this ship is how they mirror each other, but also differ in a lot of ways at the same time. As I mentioned earlier, I can't enjoy monarchshipping unless it's written in a very specific way. With these boys, everything is a struggle, but it's worth reading about because that's what makes them interesting. If the fight for completion and happiness is ultimately taken out of them because everything is perfect, they don't fight, they don't have any differences, they don't have opinions, there is no risk whatsoever, they are literally the same person written twice into a relationship, the ship completely loses its charm for me. (That's why I can't enjoy most old mobiumshipping fics at this point.) What I enjoy in this ship the most is their journey and their development. I also love seeing how different authors interpret and depict their characterisation! To me, it's so cool that in one fic Atem can be a borderline psychopathic and pyromaniac leader figure and Yami a serious guy who doesn't have time for his bs and in another Atem is a burdened but dedicated guy with too many responsibilities on his hands and Yami is the crazy untamable rebel that pulls him out of his stressful routine and it still works.

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Not exactly an unpopular opinion, more like a headcanon a fic infected me with... There was this one Atem returns fic I read a few years ago where Atem and Yami return together. Everyone is very confused as to why there are two of them and who the actual spirit of the puzzle was. Cue existential crisis, weird rivalry among them, trying to come to terms with life and whatnot and yada yada. But as the fic goes on it's slowly revealed that Yami was Horus possessing Atem all along. Yami/Horus and Atem obviously have very conflicted feelings about the revelations but they manage to work through them somehow. So long story short, this fic kind of planted this silly little headcanon seed in my head that what if Yami was Horus? And now it's stuck there... (Also if anyone knows this fic, please send it my way because I forgot to save it like the genius I am and I couldn't find it ever since.... makes you wonder if it was all just a crazy fever dream when you can't find an awesome fic you really liked...)

Anyway! The ship ask thing is still on if anyone wants to ask some!

[djservo]

gigglesnervously... this is so unlike me completely forgot about sending this ask to you. but now i have, so i simply must know how was your march reading? also any other media you've picked up i love your words

IMO BABE u could send our monthly round-up message 1 day before the month's over or 1 week After it's over and I would likely still be horribly unprepared LOL 💟 3 reads in march!

God's Beauty Parlor: And Other Queer Spaces in and Around the Bible by Stephen D. Moore

this was so funny to read in public, flipping through various pictures of Jesus and biblical scenes on the plane and subtly angling the cover to assure my fellow passengers that It's In A Queer Theory Way, Not Evangelical Way... LOL substance-wise, this was a bit all over the place. of course I'm not a biblical studies aficionado, but I've read similarly dense ethnographies/nonfiction to expect a sort of cohesion necessary when sharing extensive research with an audience you must assume doesn't know even half of what you know. it's the basics of essay-writing, even. and while I understand that when the referential material is something as grand as the literal bible (and its numerous interpretations) there are bound to be footnotes and context necessary for #background, the sheer amount of references took me out of it too many times. so tedious to have to flip to the back of the book every paragraph to read another supplementary 5 paragraphs simply to understand the context for 2 lines; it felt like a chore to pick this one up, or like a heavy commitment that made it impossible to read outside of a dedicated afternoon saved for reading alone. still, somehow, I never loathed it enough to give up reading entirely because the topic itself was so—and I hate to use this word, but—niche that I knew it was either sticking with this or endlessly scouring the internet for random sources regarding biblical queer theory that would likely lack the cohesion even more compared to a dedicated research book. I definitely wouldn't recommend this to anyone that doesn't have vested interest in both of those things, but I'll admit I'm already seeking out Moore's other writing (with a long, premature sigh of fatigue)

Le Livre Blanc by Jean Cocteau

years ago I listened to an Eve Babitz audiobook (Eve's Hollywood, I think) where she mentions a Jean Cocteau quote she has pinned on her fridge: "the privileges of beauty are enormous." I'd made a note of it and kept going back to it without ever actually checking Cocteau out (when I looked it up, it never linked it to a specific work of his so I assumed it was just a one-off quote). back in january when I read Against Interpretation and watched some Robert Bresson films in preparation for Sontag's Bresson analysis, I watched Les Dames du bois de Boulogne ('45) which was written by Cocteau. then, when perusing a bookshop the next month, I found this bite-sized read buried on the staff picks' shelf. I knew nothing about it but picked it up thinking it'd be an inconsequential dip into his writing, and LO AND BEHOLD, this is the book with The quote (though worded differently): "beauty holds vast privileges." it felt so special and serendipitous to come across this quote again, from its origin no less! I don't think I can attempt a review of the story itself without bias knowing its historical/societal context, so I'll just emphasize how special it feels to have come across this the way that I did

The Stranger by Albert Camus

I'd think it'd be more infuriating, or at the very least Tedious, to read about someone so unmoved/uninvolved with his own life, but I think the grip it held on me came from the baited-breath expectancy of a dramatic epiphany (which, spoiler, never came). not to bring up Bresson again, but this really did remind me a lot of his films with its cold and almost methodological feel—no purple prose or indulgence, just hollow shells of men going through the motions of life and dealing with the facts of the matter. cyclical, unfeeling, unaffected—you want him to "get better", but you end up questioning Why or what that would even look like. I just know the beanie-wearing menthol-smoking IPA-drinking philosophy bros go crazy with this one

with my head hung in shame, I must also report to you my first DNF of the year: Directed By Desire by June Jordan </3 here's where I think I went wrong:

1. I'm admittedly not big on poetry. I enjoy it when I read it and try to read a casual amount throughout the year, but not enough to delve into a 600+ page collection

2. the fact that this was a 600+ page collection (her collected works)!! I liked what I did read (I logged the books I did get through on goodreads for reference if/when I'm ready to pick back up on her poetry where I left off), but it's the type of commitment that would be more suited for an author I've been a longtime fan of vs. simply dipping my toes into the works of for the first time

3. my own incorrect approach to poetry. I used to think it was as simple as picking up and putting down here and there when I have a free moment, but that does such a disservice of stripping away the context, especially from a figure so revolutionary on various fronts like Jordan. like it's one thing to just read through a poem, then the next, then the next, but a different thing to read a poem and sit with it and absorb and analyze it. or IDK maybe I'm just too nonfiction-minded and unnecessarily making things harder for myself, but I feel almost as if a True reading of a poetry (for me) from now on would require so much more than just reading the poetry itself ykwim.. ok my brain is broken bye LMAO

I've already talked so much but since you asked about other media I'll quickly list off my top watches:

tv: Survivor (s7 baby!!) + La Casa De Las Flores (a lush and campy telenovela that feels like it's set at pee wee's playhouse—I can't get enough)

films: The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie ('72) dir. Luis Buñuel; The Lickerish Quartet ('70) dir. Radley Metzger; Pulse (2001) dir. Kiyoshi Kurosawa; early Juzo Itami films, particularly Tampopo ('85) which instantly cemented itself into my letterboxd top 4 (a change I usually reserve for the end of the year)

[aroacehanzawa]

So the other day you made a post about the new bsd episode and you were talking about your dislike of Dazai in Meursault, particularly his whole "godzai" portrayal and his moments with Sigma; I was wondering if you could elaborate a bit more on your thoughts about that? Tbh, I completely understand when people say they hate Dazai being written that way, I don't like it at its worst either and I'm not trying to justify the writing or anything, but I'm trying to hold out hope that however Dazai and Fyodor's game concludes (probably thanks to Sigma and/or Chuuya's intervention) will make it all worth it. Like there's definitely way too much bullshit that goes on (the heartbeat thing, the coded language, deus ex machina time-stopping cat girl that only Dazai can circumvent, etc) and Asagiri pushes it too much sometimes, but I think the idea of it, of how ridiculously insanely smart Dazai & Fyodor can be to the point of stupidity and endlessly one-upping each other, is meant to be built up that way to drive home Dazai's point in chapter 77 about how only people "beneath" them so to speak can make any kind of change -- again, probably Sigma and Chuuya.

And as for Dazai's relationship with Sigma, imo that's really important because in contrast to Dazai's godzai moments, Sigma is what's keeping him still humanized him right now. Like Dazai is clearly mentally slipping back to his older, darker mindset being around Fyodor, his intellectual equal and someone who brings out his "inhuman" tendencies, but Sigma on the other hand he flat-out said reminds him of Kunikida and Atsushi, the people who influence him positively, and he wanted to save his life, aka Sigma helps keep Dazai's promise to Oda to save people/orphans alive. It gives some much-needed levity to his godzai moments, and especially in the most recent two chapters, the way he interacts with Sigma imo shows how much growth Dazai has had, even with being in Meursault and everything he's done around Fyodor. He acknowledged to Sigma that he's just an ordinary human and not a god, despite his intelligence, which is something he never would have admitted a while ago... that's why I wanna believe that even with all the bs he's done so far vs Fyodor, his character is still moving in a positive direction. Though I know it can still be really irritating and not feel that way because of how short the chapters are and everything moving at a snail's pace and how many years we've been dealing with Meursault Dazai lol.

Aaskdfjfkdd sorry for the rambling but I just have a lot of feelings about this, I hope it all made sense. :' ) Again I definitely understand your irritation though; I myself just read 55 Minutes for the first time, and as much as I love Dazai, that novel.... is by far the worst of his "godzai" moments lmao, it was far too much even for me and pissed me off a lot 💀 I have more hope for how this current manga arc will end, though.

Sorry this has been sitting in my ask box for AGES so "the other day" more like a few weeks ago 😭

But thanks for the message and don't worry about rambling, you have some great points! Honestly i just didn't really know how to elaborate on my thoughts and feelings on godzai other than what i've already mentioned here and there, and it's pretty much what you said, like the heartbeat thing, the coded language, the catgirl (that i completely forgot about because i don't really pay attention to the new chapters oops)

I do agree with you that it's like Dazai is slipping into his old, darker mindset around Fyodor, but it's frustrating to see that after knowing about his character development.. and also, how much of that is actually Dazai and Fyodor being their little dynamic demon duo together, and how much of it is just poor writing to use Dazai as a plot device?

Like one of my favourite Dazai moments was when he made a mistake in the helicopter when looking for Fyodor during the cannibalism arc, because it showed him being human and being fooled like a human. But more importantly we then saw him recruit Fitzgerald's help, which was a great moment of collaboration and shows just how much even Dazai needs to rely on others, and how good the outcome was.

It felt like a step in the right direction for Dazai's character, and we definitely see him appreciate how human it is to work together and rely on others, based on his conversations with Fyodor in Meursault. So it just feels a bit empty to have him show all of this development and still be treated like a pawn for the narrative who magically knows all the solutions or the outcomes in advance.

[olivieraa]

my main gripe, and has always been my biggest problem with SnK since the day I first watched it 10 years ago, is that it has a pacing issue

I don't understand how a show can be both fast paced and slow paced at the same time, but no matter how many times I've watched it (seen s1 4 times, s2 once (now twice)), I feel the same every time

there's a lot of dragged out dialogue

and I mean draaaaaaaaaaaged out

I've had this problem with a few animes in the past as well, mainly YGO. YGO went on for 4 years I think? but what happens in the show is done in the span of a year, possibly only a few months. literally all of Battle City, Noah's arc, and the duel tower take place in about 3 days. That's around 100 eps = 3 days (I'll have to check to get the accuracy here but I'm either exactly right or not far off). but 100 eps, from different seasons, that was probably done over a 2 year span when it was released.

so while watching a show, and it takes 2 years for these two seasons to come out, your mind doesn't register that those 2 years irl are 2-4 days in the show.

and I know its the dub, which cant be credited, but one character even mentions how its been 4 years (I THINK someone says it to Yami in the airport, it may have been Anzu, I skip that ep a lot bc of its woeful animation)

SnK is a little different. its similar in the sense that a good chunk of eps are just one day in that world, but then they also do a lot of flashbacks to show that there was a lot of behind the scenes development we didn't see, shit like that. so its a lot better.

but its still dragged out. everyone's inner monologue takes up half an ep. the constant planning takes so long, only for them to not actually do that plan bc something interrupted the plan so its now a new plan.

Eren's basement was mentioned mid-way through season 1. barely ever brought up again. and I know it then took fucking 4 years to bring out s2 (where I dont even know if it was mentioned at all), and I've no idea what happens s3 wise.

my past memory of SnK manga from 10 years ago was Armin getting kidnapped cause they think he's Historia. that or the part where Levi picks her up. that's where my knowledge of SnK ends. I have not seen that animated. I'm assuming it'll be in s3.

I remember the whole "WHAT'S IN THE DAMN BASEMENT???" shit going around. and its very frustrating, bc the storyline makes you think they forgot, and just kept making new plans and prioritising everything else over getting this one damn answer, and that months and months to maybe even a year have passed by without nobody mentioning the basement again or making any plans to get to it.

but in actuality, the majority of these eps prob take place in about a week, maybe 2. and that it actually hasn't been THAT long since Eren mentioned the basement. but its made so unclear, that it feels dragged out to fuck, which is what caused such fandom frustration.

for all I know, season 3 is aaaaaaaaaall about getting to that damn basement. but still, it is frustrating when your mind is going, "these damn people are constantly on the hunt for answers and yet there's no adamancy to get the basement which may have all the answers???"

ANYWAYS

finally onto a season that'll be completely new to me (minus whatever I saw in the manga before I'd caught up to it 10 years ago)

I'll start tagging it now lol

[nightroo]

May or may not have forgotten what I posted here myself months ago so the last post had a few repeats. oops.

Well I know for sure this one won’t because I stopped posting when I started the second semester, which is what this post is about. So the drawing above is the start of working with more complex shapes, using the ones we learned from last semester. This is also where things got interesting, since I could see the potential for architectural drawings.

There are a lot, and I mean A LOT of drawings like these in my sketchbook, I’m gonna show you only the ones I find interesting.

After that we went back a bit for cast shadows, which I have decided are my new mortal enemy in art. A long time ago it was rendering hair, but that’s nothing compared to this.

The amount of calculations you need to do for this and the different formulas for each shape make me wanna rip my hair off. And that’s before getting into more complex shapes.

They're not 100% correct but my teacher said the majority of people won’t notice anything wrong so I shouldn’t worry about it. I won’t until I need it for a personal project, then I’ll get very annoyed again.

After that nightmare I got rewarded with finally using colors to render for the first time!!! I love rendering with colors so I was very excited haha

The copper (right middle sphere) is my absolute favorite, and my teacher really liked it as well.

We also had a small lecture on arrows and ribbons/fabric and we got to render them with colors as well.

For all the colored drawings I used a combination of alcohol markers and colored pencils. The markers melted and blended the pencils and I could use this to mix colors I didn't have. For example, I didn’t have a red marker at all.

After that we had a fun exercise where we needed to either study an object or design our own. The purpose was to use the previous lessons about shapes in perspective, and the rendering of different materials. I went with a gun design, but not just any gun-this one is technically 3 guns, a pistol and an SMG that you can connect and form an assault rifle. So I designed each gun separately (somehow I managed to turn this exercise to designing 3 objects instead of one, leave it to me to make it harder on myself lmao), and thought about how they connect, making sure the chambers kinda align and stuff like that.

I don’t wanna brag but I got the highest grade in the class for this assignment. Mostly because I’m the only one that actually rendered the different materials (or tried to), but also because my teacher liked the idea and thought it was interesting, and something people would actually buy if it was real.

It’s not the best but I literally didn’t have a grey marker so I was pretty limited. I chose a stained-glass theme for some reason, I didn’t want to make it a normal looking gun. The scan made it a bit more contrast-y than it is irl.

After a huge break we came back and had one lesson of silhouettes, something I kinda knew but never went out and made studies of. The challenging part of this was the time limit, at the start we had a minute, but it went down to 30 seconds. We were allowed to go overtime but it wasn't considered good.

On the same lesson, we also had life drawing, using each other as models. We had to get the pose down in one minute, and then take that as a reference for a more detailed drawing. I chose to completely change the context at that point lol

The next lesson was about isometric perspective. I don’t think I’ve actually talked about this here, but I got scammed by a guy who asked me to make him a city island in isometric perspective, then when it came time to pay, he “took a vacation” for two weeks. Came back to tell me he’s definitely gonna pay me. Proceeded to disappear. Anyways I haven’t done isometric from that moment until this lesson, where we were given a prompt word and had to draw an environment following it. I used only colored pencils for this one because I forgot to bring my markers, but it was a nice restriction to only use 12 colors and try to combine them to make the rest. I really enjoyed this one since I got the freedom to make something cool.

(the prompts are top-to-bottom forest, COVID-19, underwater and space) my teacher walked up to my desk to see what I’m doing while I worked on the space one, and he said “you are crazy” every time he passed by. He showed everyone’s work around, and a lot of people liked mine :) The space one is based on a black hole btw, but if it was an eldritch horror.

The last lesson was a time for the teacher to review everyone’s work one by one, so most of the time we were waiting for our turn. He put up a pic of an old camera if any of us wanted to draw it, but I used it as a reference for a building because it reminded me of art deco architecture. After finishing that, I had an idea for a shrine kind of place, inspired by a spot I built for a friend’s minecraft server that we didn’t end up using. And I topped it off with Lykena and Eivrun sketches (that for Eivrun might turn into a full painting when it’s her turn)

The entire year my teacher was occasionally asking me if I’m not getting bored, because we were going through a lot of basics I was obviously proficient at already, but I always found something new to learn, no matter how small, even on topics I practiced a lot before. So I’d say this workshop was very useful for me. And besides, it’s always good to get critiques from a professional, and from people who are interested in art.

[shadowsong26x]

A week or so ago, I posted a summary of a BSG fanmix I made a decade+ ago. I made two other mixes around the same time, and yeah let’s go ahead and give them the same treatment XD

This one is Heart of the Machine, and it is a (mostly) complete set of all canonical ships* involving at least one Cylon.

Full disclosure: this one, I’d found at least the tracklist awhile ago, so there weren’t any Surprises on here the way there were for Days Upon Our Knees. And...like...there are a few tracks on here that I could have done better, for various reasons, but there aren’t any that Confused me the way there were on the other mix? I more or less can figure out what I was thinking with each choice. And there are quite a few that are just. Perfect. (I particularly like tracks two, ten, twelve, and sixteen)

*So, I don’t have any of the notes involved in Constructing this mix--it was done for a fandom charity auction back in the day, i think help_japan after the earthquake?--but to the best of my recollection the rules were:

1. Canonical pairs only; meaning the couple had to have an Explicit romantic or sexual encounter On Screen.      1a. There is a pair that I apparently forgot--I haven’t gotten there in my rewatch, but I am told that this actually happened and wasn’t just made up for a TFLN blog so whoops.      1b. Presumably there was a Threshold for what counts as a ‘romantic or sexual encounter’; because there are a few I can think of that are borderline ‘was this just general flirting or could I have included it’ (and there’s another that...even if it met the threshold requirement (which I’m not sure it does) it’s. Like. I’ve built Corinne/Armistice Station Six up in my head recently but she’s not really. Uh. We don’t actually know anything about her so...yeah. but I like her and her name is Corinne in my head which is the main reason I brought it up lol)      1c. There are two others that technically count that I don’t remember being discussed; I’m not sure why Caprica/Head!Baltar was excluded (other than maybe redundancy?); the other is a Spoiler for late S4 and was doing something Very Cruel and Specific and I’m not sure I could have found a song for it anyway.      1d. There were three that were specifically excluded for squick reasons; namely Gina/Cain; Cavil/Boomer; and Cavil/Ellen.

2. The pair has to involve At Least One Cylon.      2a. Fairly self-explanatory, lol.      2b. Eleven of the twelve Cylon models are included here nobody loves Doral      2c. If we count by model, the Sixes (unsurprisingly) have the most tracks, with six (heh) total.      2d. If we count by individuals, the highest number (five tracks) is not actually a Cylon. Three guesses. The first two don’t count.

With those rules in mind, I ended up with the seventeen pairs listed below. The mix is structured in model order--the Significant Seven in number order, then the Final Five. I don’t 100% know why I ordered them the way I did, other than I think I started where I did for Alphabetical reasons but then didn’t stick with it for whatever reason. With one exception, for Cylon/Cylon pairings, I went with the lower model number. That exception made for an Excellent final track, though, so there it is. Within a model number, I went more or less chronologically in terms of when in canon the relationship starts.

...I think that covers it, lol. Lots of notes on this one XD Tracklist (complete with youtube links, as before) is behind the cut! (I should dig up the covers for these, I know I have them saved somewhere...)

1/one/tough!six - so immortal (international victim)      so this is probably the weakest on the list, mostly because...they’re a hard pair to find a song for, lol. i do think it fits, and i don’t think i could do better, but it is what it is. (also i named her vera for serenissima and the name has stuck so whenever i see her i’m like “VERA! :D :D :D” anyway i love her)

2/leoben/kara - on the street where you live (my fair lady)      tell me i’m wrong.

3/d’anna/baltar - dangerous game (jekyll and hyde)      i go back and forth on whether this one works better when it’s gender-flipped or not, but the vibe works. i do think i could do better than this for these two, but i don’t have anything specific in mind, if that makes sense?

4/d’anna/caprica - strange and beautiful (drew sarich)      yeaaaaah i cheated again on the ‘no repeating artists’ rule, like i did with the other mix. i think i did for all three mixes i made...anyway, that aside. this is another pair that’s hard to find something for, because we don’t get much that’s about them. it’s all about either the triad as a whole or the baltar/d’anna arm. that being said, i do like this song for d’anna/for what little we do get of them. (do i remember why i split the triad and picked two songs? nope! but i am glad i did; i might even--if i were doing this now--do three songs; one for each arm (other than the one accounted for Elsewhere) and then one for the triad as a whole)

5/simon/gianna - the next ten minutes (the last five years)      i love this song, and i love the...simon knows what’s coming And Yet. that whole sense of ‘for as long as this lasts’ has a Whole Different Meaning in this context and i think it’s beautiful. basically, i love them, and i think this song really fits for them.

6/caprica/baltar - measure of a man (clay aiken)      so i think this is actually one of the weaker examples on this mix. not because it doesn’t work--it does; it fits where they land at the end of the series--but because there are so many better songs for them. i don’t know why i settled on this one specifically, but i think i’d pick something else if i were doing this now.

7/gina/baltar - lithium (evanescence)      it’s hard for me to listen to this song without thinking of these two and their Extremely Fucked Up This Could Never Be A Happy Or Healthy Relationship dynamic now. not because it’s a Perfect Match necessarily, but...just...the Vibe.

8/lida/baltar - crash and burn (savage garden)      i don’t have much in the way of commentary on this one but i like it. it’s a pretty song, and it suits what’s going on in-story here.

9/boomer/chief - without you (rent)      not much to say about this one, either. but it’s a good fit for how they are in the back half of season 1, after he breaks things off.

10/athena/helo - as long as you love me (backstreet boys)      shut up it’s perfect okay

11/sweet!eight/gaeta - hallelujah (jeff buckley)      i think this works really well for the two of them (and for my best beloved most ironically named man in the universe felix gaeta in general, i think). i don’t know that there’s anything better i could pick, but i almost wish i had found something different? this song is such a heavy hitter, and i wish i’d saved it for...idk, maybe the season 4 mix i never got around to making, or a gaeta mix? ah well.

12/anders/kara - smoothie king (bowling for soup)      HOLY MOOD WHIPLASH BATMAN XD

13/anders/tory - when i’m down (chris cornell)      this is another pair that’s hard to pin down. but they’re definitely sleeping together during crossroads when sam is at his lowest and they’re being pushed towards activation and...i don’t know, it felt right? still does.

14/tory/baltar - spy (carly simon)      don’t really have all that much to say about this one either, lol. but it Works.

15/chief/cally - nothing without you (vienna teng)      this song is less Frantic and Scared and Angry than the moment it lines up with in canon, it’s more...sad. such a hard bit to watch, though, and i can’t say it doesn’t fit. ...also i know enough of the behind-the-scenes about why cally left the show that. well.

16/saul/ellen - grace is gone (dave matthews band)      SUFFER WITH ME. also, fun fact--the recording i have goes ‘take my heart/take my eyes’ (which. i’m pretty sure is taken Way more literally in this context than in the original lol). but EVERY SINGLE VERSION, whether lyrics or an actual recording, that i’ve been able to find online says ‘take my eyes/take my heart’??? and since i got my version on a burned cd and i forget who gave it to me i will Never Know the original source or why it’s different, lol. it’s definitely not because it’s a cover, i know that much for sure. his voice is Distinctive. (i do think heart-eyes flows better than eyes-heart but that’s a separate conversation)

17/saul/caprica - and so it goes (billy joel)      look, we all know this is a find-and-replace relationship. explicitly so on his end, implicit on hers (as upset as she is with the corporeal version at this point in the timeline, head!baltar is still hanging around sooooo). also it’s...just a nice song to end the mix on, i think.

[jungwnies]

*head peaks out behind the door*

hehe hi maeby baby, sorry i’ve been a little mia these few days i have been busy preparing some stuff

i don’t remember if i have mentioned this before but not too long ago i started a small business (i made air dry clay stuff >.<) and i signed up to be part of this event in my city where a bunch of small businesses come and they sell their products (my sister is also going to be selling second hand clothes that we’ve been trying get rid of for months now) so basically i make the pieces, wait for them to dry, sand them, paint them and then varnish them non stop so I can have as many products as possible 🤧

im a lil excited but also nervous like i hope people buy stuff hagshs (pls)

also on a little side note my birthday is on august so I’m trying to come up with ideas for my “party” which is just a get together with my friends buT I’ve been suffering cause last year I managed to invite like 6 friends and it was perfect but this year like i think only like 2 friends are in the city so low key im sad about that ;(( (i fee like it sounds like a stupid problem but for real like where did all my friends go lmao)

n e ways, hope life has been treating you good

take lots of care babyyyyyy

mwa mwa mwa

-🧸 anon

hiiiii sorry i replied late, i read this a few days ago and completely forgot to respond because i was in the city ㅜㅜ

starting a business (not going to lie) seems like a lot of work so i wish you the best on your journey and i hope your business gets a lot of recognition and sales! also clay pieces? i wish i could sculpt but i can't for the life of me, my creative juices just don't flow there but i'm sure yours are so cute and if i was there i would definitely buy some from you LOL

i hope people buy stuff from you as well you deserve that <3

i don't know if you're birthday has already passed or not but happy birthday and also same idk where my friends have gone but i do hope you have or had the best birthday ever even if it was just 2 friends i was there in spirit ! it'll be fun as long as you find ways to manage that with only two people in attending + my spirit LOL

also yes life has been a treat and i actually went to go see a broadway show like a week ago and it was really cool and fun and now i want to see more but i also want to see seventeen so i'm not sure which to pick LMFAO

[aerknight]

sus ao3 author

So I really wanted to discuss this with people, to make sure I’m not in the wrong or being a bitch, haha.

Couple weeks ago I filtered IZ by newest on Ao3 and read one of the fics that popped up, I really liked it, but it felt extremely familiar and I didn’t catch on until the second chapter.

There were huge text blocks taken straight out of Bamsaras IZ ‘A Moment’ fic. I commented on the fic to tell the author this, and they kinda downplayed it and deleted my comment. Images of my comments and link to my research on the extent of the plagiarism under the read more.

I didn’t reply to this because I thought, surely they won’t brush it under the rug, it was so obvious it was painful, so I promptly forgot about it LOL. Then they replied again.

So after that reply I was like, surely they couldn’t have fixed that much plagiarism and still had a story left, so I went to check it out, and yep, still heavily copy-pasted from Bams work, just some of the large copy-pasted blocks taken out of chapter two. So then I did some real digging, and found that even chapter one was heavily plagiarized. I put chapter one through a similarity checker, and compiled all the instances of plagiarism, and it still missed some parts. I made a google doc with just those screenshots I took:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1bZBO93-NDMv_9xOK-cK0Bj1-oqXl-ktk-yXO6UuFAP8/edit?usp=sharing I only did chapter one, because I am lazy. Then I made a new comment because I was absolutely flabbergasted that someone would try to pass off this amount of plagiarism.

I didn’t reply of course, they seem pretty set in their mindset that what they have done is ok. Maybe they are just young idk, but then they posted a new ‘chapter’ to say they won’t be continuing the story because their Dad died, which,,, ok I’m sorry, if that is actually true... It just seems like very convenient timing. 

I wanted to inform Bamsara of this, but it’s very hard to get through to them haha. Anyway... thoughts? I will dm the fic in question to anyone who asks, I just didn’t want to throw them out completely, in case the Dad thing is true.