You ever go through old posts about prior fixations/fandoms and realize with startling clarity why you're so into your current fandom? Like stepping stones laid out from the old you to the current you, it's now obvious how that path would lead you here?
CHARLIE MAGNE from HAZBIN HOTEL (2019): Pilot - "That's Entertainment"
↳ "So, I've been thinking: Isn't there a more humane way to hinder overpopulation here in Hell? Perhaps we can create an alternative way to change souls through... redemption?"
when you're into the Big Ship™ in a Big Fandom™, you have the luxury of having an OTP - a real One True Pairing, where you can read about just them for ages, and you will never run out of fics, and everything is perfect and beautiful and nothing hurts
but when you go to a smaller fandom, you'd better pray to whatever god you worship that someone else in this room ships the same thing that you do, and that if they do, they're writing more than late-night crackfic, because you're on thin fucking ice!
and how small is your small fandom? is it less than 100 fics? maybe even...less than 20 fics?
welp, then it's time to make peace with that god and either open up a text document or learn how to ship everything, because it's swim or drown babey! and your ship is sinking fast
anyway all of this is to say that after hanging out in small fandoms and shipping less-common pairings for a while, going back into a Big Huge Fandom™ is wild because suddenly it's like...wait, why didn't I ship these people again? I don't remember. why was I only sticking to one ship in this fandom?? boring of me, honestly. these guys should make out.
You've been friends with Rise Leo for so long, that you can't seem to remember a time when he wasn't there teasing you with his signature smirk.
It was always jokes with him. Puns. One liners. Horrible cringe pick-up lines. You name it, he'd say it.
Word play was the game and boy did he know how to play. The dumber they were, the harder you laughed.
You always seemed to be laughing around him. It felt…nice. Just to be silly, let the weight of your world roll off your shoulders just for one moment.
You guessed why that's why it was so easy for you to fall into a habit of teasing him back. Y'all both just needed a reason to laugh.
But…you weren't laughing now.
There, he stood in front of you, with that signature smirk on his lips, telling you that he had feelings for you.
That he ALWAYS had feelings for you; he just never had the words for it until now.
You tilted your head at that, your brow narrowing in confusion as you began to rub a hand nervously over your arm.
So you did what you always did. What he would always do when it came to uncomfortable feelings.
You brushed it off with a laugh, missing the way Leo’s hands flexed at the sound.
You looked up at Leo with a shaky smirk, mirroring his own face, your eyebrow quirked teasingly.
“This is a joke right? I'm missing the punchline here. You've never cared about serious feelings like this before, so why start now?”
Leo’s eyes widened slightly, his stomach sinking as he watched you shake your head with that disbelieving and exasperated smile that he had come to love so much.
His hands slowly curled into white-knuckled fists as he watched you literally laugh away his confession.
You thought… you thought this was a joke. That he wouldn't take these real feelings seriously.
Leo’s gaze narrowed as his attention sharpened into focus on you.
Very well then.
Leo would show you just how serious he could be.
Imagine.
All of those jokes, all of that teasing, that ADHD intellect, that strategy, that charisma and charm directed solely on you.
Imagine.
Every comment, every look, interaction and touch becoming calculated, purpose driven and direct.
Focused. On. You.
Imagine.
Leo wanting to show you what serious intention looks like.
Because it was NEVER a joke when it concerned you.
It's been a full year since the Mighty Nein show announcement and I am honestly still laughing that we all inexplicably identified that the lines were re-recorded for the announcement in particular in .02 seconds flat. This is still my takeaway a year later.
Oh, the hilarious thought that Ellen and Jo both had the hots for Cas.
(((It tickles me ever since I thought it.)))
As we start the scene in 5x10, Ellen is playing music, a Spanish song, Oye Como Va by Santana.
It's a party!
(Rrr, flavor!)
¡Rrr, sabor!
(Hey how it goes)
Oye cómo va
(my rhythm)
Mi ritmo
They're playing a well-known party game, sure. They're bartenders at a roadhouse, so this is an everyday thing for them, maybe, but oh oh oh.
The interest.
Ellen is maybe like, "We'll do shots and see how drunk he gets. Who knows? Maybe it'll make him handsy."
ELLEN: All right, Big Boy. Let's go.
Now, it's true. Ellen is flirty and, like many of the prickly, defensive characters, deals professionally with innuendo.
But something tells me this isn't a game Ellen would play with Dean or Sam.
But a guy she wants to <OMITTED>? Ahem. Well. Yeah.
And Cas mimics Ellen, holding his pinky out, upending the glasses, and holding intense, challenging eye contact.
And Ellen...
This is the face of "Holy crap." But if you squint, it can also be read as "Wow." Or even "Hubba, hubba."
Yeah. No kiddin,' Cas.
So is Ellen, right in the <OMITTED>.
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And Hell. Maybe Jo feels something, too. That's a slow, spreading, breathless-ey sort of smile that reminds me a little bit of Mick Davies.
"Whooooa."
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ANYHOO.
The music (Santana) continues in the background while Dean and Sam talk strategy, and it's clear the music is coming FROM the kitchen, from Ellen's and Cas's little impromptu party.
We hear laughter, and Dean looks up at the sound. And yes, Jo looks scrumptious, but there's also... everyone's fawning over friggin' Cas? He's not even trying!
Cas isn't cool!
Right?
In the background, snippets of dialogue come through>>>
ELLEN: "Damn, he can drink."
JO: "Haha, Mom, but you need to stop."
ELLEN: "Drink up!"
JO: "I'm gonna get another beer."
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Dean shoots his shot so so awkwardly that it's endearing.
(((Watch this, Cas. I'm the cool one. Women fall all over me, too.)))
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Heehee. I love him.
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And after all that, it book-ends with Cas giving the last-night on earth speech, but in a depressing, earnest, way.
(((Dean voice: Well, Jo. Not that anyone's asking,but it would probably-definitely work on me. Wish it'd work on one of you, though.)))
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BONUS: The next day, Jo immediately starts pigtail-pulling Cas.
*fiddles with her hair, dons a slight smirk*
*smiley smile* Then, teasing: "Ever heard of a door handle?"
When she sees that Cas has gone into *SERIOUS MODE* she's rattled. She looks to her mom pleadingly, because...
If someone like CAS is unsettled, maybe they should be scared, too.
Hellooo!! Can I join the Mischievious Prompt please? Hehehe... Can I request Lee Gallagher and Ler Adventurine (or who ever male lers you think will suit the plot other than MC), with the prompt
"Wait, wait, wait-- Are you-- Ticklish?"
Thank you so much in advance! Please no foot tickling hehehe
Mischievious Prompts [Still Open]
"Wait, wait, wait-- Are you ticklish?"
Gallagher chuckled at the disbelieving words, giving Siobhan a brief glance. The bartender herself simply snorted, shaking her head and moving further down the counter.
“I’m not helping you this time. I warned you…”
“Ahh… You wound me, but fair’s fair, I guess.”
With a slow sigh, Gallagher turned his attention back to his unlikely drinking buddy, who just seconds earlier had accidentally hit a nerve in his neck and gleaned some very inconvenient, if harmless, information. Aventurine held no remorse, smirking to himself as he eyed up the Bloodhound.
“Well, forgive me if I’ve overstepped, of course,” Aventurine offered coolly, despite the amused tremor under his voice; “I just didn’t expect someone like you to have such a weakness.”
“Weakness is an interesting choice of words. I prefer to call it a quirk. Besides, I’m sure Mr. Aventurine also has his fair share of… Quirks.”
Gallagher, experienced as he was, definitely noticed the very faint flush of Aventurine’s cheeks – but still, the blonde played it cool, laughing softly and propping his cheek against his hand.
“Oh? Care to make a wager on that, then?”
“Ah, I’m not a betting man,” Gallagher snorted back, waving a hand; “That’s your gig, and I’m happy with mine. But if you’d like me to prove my theory, well, that’d be a different story.”
“Geeze, you’re both unbearable,” Siobhan groaned, crossing her arms and glaring down at them; “There’s no one in here. Equal rights, equal fights; get on the floor and get this over with.”
Mr. Bigwig quickly whipped their head around, their tail wagging and summoning the attention of the rest of the Dreamjolt Troupe.
“A fight?! Siobhan’s letting them fight!”
“This’ll be good!”
“Tear him up, Mr. Gallagher!”
The two men glanced back towards the beasts, then exchanged a glance and shared a chuckle, rising from their stools. Gallagher stretched, cracking his knuckles.
“Well, it’d be a shame to disappoint our audience, now, wouldn’t it?”
Do you ever read 570,000+ word, 130+ chapter fanfics that were started nearly 8 years ago and have current year updates, and as you get to the end of certain chapters along the way, you keep going "wow, I would have hated to be here in 201x and have to wait for THAT cliffhanger, those poor readers, those sad, desperate historical souls" and you're just so glad for yourself because you know you don't have to stop until chapter 139, and you arrogantly assume that's probably just extended epilogues or something (because you were previously conditioned by another fic to believe that), so everything will be fine?
Only to get to chapter 139 and SCREAM OUT LOUD because you jinxed yourself right into THE NEWEST WAVE OF CLIMATIC PLOT CHAPTERS WHERE ALL THE SHIT IS GOING DOWN and now you, too, have become the reader you felt such pity for?
Wait, you don't?
THEN GO OVER THERE AND DO WHAT I DID SO I DON'T HAVE TO BE ALONE IN MY HUBRIS. It comes with art. So. Much. Wonderful. Comic. Art.
I would like to stress (as I have done before) that I have never played this game. Not once. I had never even heard of it originally. Yet this is now the second absolutely massive Sans x reader/OC fic I have read in this fandom. Everything I know about Undertale, I learned because one day on a whim I decided to read a 480,000+ word, 170+ chapter fanfic because I liked the way @tricktster used words on some tumblr post (don't ask me which one, I've forgotten). I have re-read that fic at least once a year, if not more, for multiple years in a row because it's like a favorite book to me now.
If anyone needs me, I'll be comfort-reading it, again.
And then probably going back and re-reading JoAT, because oh my god that fic. I'm just so in love with it for a million reasons.
(Yes, it took me this long to see there was another glorious treasure in plain sight under @capnhanbers despite following @mod2amaryllis and it's just really embarrassing to be confronted by that kind of obliviousness, okay? Can I blame it on how, multiple times now over the years, I've gone months and months without looking at this app unless it notified me of something specific?)
I swear, I have never read fic in any other fandom where it was this easy to immerse myself in it with nothing more than some light googling along the way (the first time with CoBC), and the googling was just because I'm me and I like to know all the things. In both cases, you don't have to come to the table with anything other than an interest in supernatural-elements stories (monsters, magic, etc) and a love for snappy dialogue and funny (dad) jokes and HEART-WRENCHING FEELS and watching the author having a life journey in the notes.
(And yes, sure, an open mind about a skeleton monster and a human having magical sex, but if you know you're in a rated fic about monsters and humans, you must know that's going to be a thing.)
feel like if he's learned it already Angel had a least a moment after realizing Vox has mind control/influencing powers of being like 'wait so did he/is he using them on Valentino?'
this could go in a crunchier or angstier direction but honestly i'm just thinking about Angel experiencing a kind of epiphanic relief due to finally finding an explanation for why his boyfriendmanager went insane for a solid 7.5 who sounds like a used car salesman
How do you feel about the increase in really weird NSFW ads on here (advertising panels that look like sexual encounters, and AI art apps that pride themselves on porn) but will take down NSFW posts from their users, even if it isn't technically sexual.
i hate all social media and it's consistent prioritising the advertisers over the users and the internet simply was a better place before capitalism sunk its hooks into it
Kirito: (Okay cool um you just saved this girl’s life and now she just. Won’t even respond. Uh)
Kirito: (Okay offer her the map data. There you go. And some potions. Okay neat now to just)
Kirito: (Put your sword back in the scabbard...swing it around the back and slide it in there. It’ll look SUPER sick if you could just uh)
Kirito: (Um. Uh. Come on we practiced this. Oh my god PLEASE just get into the scabbard? Maybe?)
Kirito:
Kirito: (Nope I missed it again. Oh my god this is so fucking embarrassing)
Kirito: (Haha you know what? You know what. Imma just. Dip. Yeah)
Kirito: ALRIGHT I’M TAKING OFF NOW BYE
Kirito: (I want to die I want to DIE that was awful I feel like I’m going to throw up. I am NEVER trying that trick in front of a cute girl EVER again)