#I'm tired of looking at these for mistakes or whatever I am. casting them into the void where they belong

[patscorner]

PROLOGUE: HIT

pairings: paige x oc

contains: angst

word count: 686

a/n: let's try another shot at this series thing... here we go

JUNE 2020

I dribble the ball between my legs before taking a step back and shooting the ball. It's almost midnight, and the thunder claps should've kept me in bed, but it seems like the last thing I can do is sleep. It's been three weeks.

Azzi already got her acceptance letter to Uconn. We'd applied at the same time, yet hers came almost a month ago, and I'm sitting here empty-handed.

What if they denied me? What if they just forgot to send it, and I don't find out until I'm in the middle of Texas? Sure, it's not common for colleges to scout one school and find what they're looking for. But with us, I feel like they could. It's always been us two- Azzi and I- and even Paige, and although Paige and I aren't speaking, I don't think I'm ready to let that go yet.

I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to let that go.

But here I am, letting them slip through my fingers. Letting her slip from my grasp.

How did I get here? How’d it get like this? It seems like these past few months have been nothing but loss, love, and the bittersweet taste of change.

I’m a great basketball player, I know that. But if any coach was scouting me right now, they’d cross me off the list immediately. The way the basketball clangs off the backboard once more causes me to groan in frustration, throwing my head back. I chase after it, positioning myself at what would be the wing.

Basketball is a mindless game. Something I do well without even thinking about it. The movement of the ball, the way it bounces off the court, the way my wrist flicks when it leaves my hands, the swish of it passing through the net, whatever; the motions are fluid. Subconscious, even. Something I can do with my eyes closed without a second thought. But right now, I'm thinking about everything, including her. And as though I'd summoned her…

“Dude, it's midnight, what the fuck are you doing?” a groggy voice calls. I flinch at the unexpected presence, and turn around to see Paige. She's got her hair down, the blonde locs frizzy from her sleeping position.

The house lights illuminate her hair, the yellowish glow casting a shadow on the cement. Her red plaid pajama pants hang dangerously low on her waist, her Nike Pro boxers peeking above the cotton material. She's wearing a Uconn hoodie because, of course, she is.

I roll my eyes. “Just throwing shots up.” I say, holding the ball on my hip. I could practically hear her eyes roll. “No, no, I can see that, I just mean, why? It's literally about to rain.”

“Why do you care? Why don't you go back to sleep?” I huff, shooting the ball up again.

She scoffs. “I'd actually love to. In fact, I couldn't think of anything better to do-” I wince as the ball bounces off the rim again. “-but when all I can hear is a fucking ball bouncing, it's kinda hard to enjoy slumber.”

I roll my eyes. “Whatever, I'll be done soon.” I mutter as the ball bounces towards her, internally sighing as she picks it up. I hold my hands out, motioning for her to give it to me. She doesn't.

“Why can't you sleep?” She asked, her voice sounding genuinely concerned. That's the thing. She's pretty fucking good at that.

I sigh. “Can I just get the ball, bro.” She can't make anything fucking easy.

She smirks. “Nah. Not ‘till you tell me why you're playing basketball in the middle of the night when it's about to storm.” I groan.

Don't let her in again.

“Nevermind, I'm tired anyway. Court's yours, asshole.” I say, shoving past her and stomping into the house.

There's nothing more I've wanted to do than break down in her arms and tell her everything that I'm thinking, and have her hold me and tell me everything's gonna be okay.

But I've already done that.

And I'm not making that mistake again.

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[kiskisur]

Kamusta (⌒▽⌒)ノ! Could I request Childe/Kaveh x male reader who is Pierro’s son?

Thank you!

ᝰ.ᐟ and the reason is clear

warnings: male reader, fluff yesyes, reader is referred to as [name], it's short because I'm sleepy 🥹

note: omg I couldn't sleep and kept thinking about this so you ask and I shall feed fr <3 though, if I did make a mistake please correct me 😭 btw I am tired so I apologize if whatever I'm writing doesn't make sense ㅠㅠ

[name], the son of the enigmatic Pierro, had decided to organize a special family gathering in their quaint garden. The setting sun cast a golden hue on the blooming flowers and vibrant greenery, creating a tranquil atmosphere.

Childe, known for his daring exploits and prowess in battle, found himself intrigued by the invitation from [name]. He had always sensed something unique about [name], an air of mystery that drew him in. Little did he know, this gathering would uncover the shared history they had unknowingly shared.

As Childe stepped into the garden, his eyes widened in surprise as he spotted Pierro among the crowd. The elder man stood with an air of dignity, his presence commanding respect. Confusion crossed Pierro's face as he glanced over at Childe, clearly puzzled by his presence at the family gathering.

[name], noticing the tension, approached Childe with a warm smile. "Childe," [name] began, "I wanted you to meet someone very important to me. This is my father, Pierro."

Childe's heart raced as he looked between [name] and Pierro, realization dawning upon him. This gathering wasn't just a family event; it was a chance for him to meet [name]'s father, the very man he had admired and respected for so long.

Pierro regarded Childe with a keen gaze, curiosity mingling with the gravity that seemed to surround him. "So, you're the one my son has spoken highly of," Pierro remarked, extending a hand towards Childe. Childe took the hand with a mix of surprise and respect, shaking it firmly.

As they began to converse, Childe learned more about Pierro's past, his experiences, and the journey that had led him to where he was. He also found himself sharing his own stories, recounting his adventures and challenges faced in the world of Teyvat. There was an unspoken understanding between them, a mutual respect that transcended their different paths.

As the evening unfolded, laughter filled the air, and Childe discovered a side of Pierro that was warm, approachable, and caring. The family gathering had transformed into a heartwarming exchange of stories and experiences, forging a connection between Childe and [name]'s family that he had never anticipated.

ᝰ.ᐟ it's because you are here ~

[emo-gremlin]

A Caffeinated Conundrum

"Good morning Gordon!" Norman chirped, running up to the tired handyman to hug him tightly.

"Hey ki-OOF!" Gordon always forgot how strong the jock puppet was, nearly lifting to man off the ground in his excitement. A clang hit the floor, causing Norman to drop the veteran.

"Oops...sorry Gordon." Norman sheepishly muttered, going to pick up the object. Picking it up, he noticed how...warm it was.

"It's OK, no worries." Gordon replied, yawning.

"What's in here?" Norman asked, handing it to the man.

"My coffee, I...had a rough night last night." Gordon took a sip of his coffee, still trying to wake up fully.

"..Can I try?" Norman requested, looking at the mug in his hand.

Gordon looked at the puppet, and then to his mug. He sighed. "Lemme make some more in the kitchen first, ok?"

Norman smiled, "I'll go get the others and we'll meet you there!"

"Wait! No-" But it was too late, the puppet ran off before Gordon could tell him to stop.

"This...is an awful idea." Gordon trudged to the kitchen of the studio, where the rest of the colorful cast of the Neighborhood awaited him. They said their good mornings to him as he turned on the coffee pot.

"Listen, I'm guessing none of you have had coffee before, right?"

They all replied in the negative.

"OK. I'm only letting you try this once. Got it?" Gordon stated, the look in his eyes told the puppets he meant every word.

"Yep!" Junebug gave him a thumbs up.

He made five cups of coffee, along with a refill of his own, leaving some still in the pot.

"Do humans have this stuff often Gordon?" Lilianna asked politely, taking her cup with a smile.

"Honesty, I don't know how humankind functioned without the stuff before it was invented." The handyman revealed, passing out the rest of the cups. "I personally perfer the classic, which is what I made for you guys. Just black coffee. None of the fancy shamacy stuff kids nowadays drink, with the mocha latte whatevers."

"Smells great!" George commented, taking his cup with a smile.

"Thanks for letting us try this, Gordon!"

It was the biggest mistake Gordon J. O'Brian had ever made.

Norman was the first to take a sip. His eyes went wide the second he swallowed the hot brew. The puppet started to vibrate right before the man's eyes, so violently it looked like he was splitting into two.

"Oh no." Gordon went pale as the others started to drink.

Lenard was next, his eye going wide as he stared at the table. He calmly sat up from his seat and laid face down on the floor. Gordon walked up to him.

"Do not bother me. My thoughts are manifesting." The purple puppet warned.

Junebug started screaming, her cup was empty and so was her seat. Gordon looked everywhere in the room before finding her on the ceiling, clawing to it like a cat in a cartoon.

George had emptied his cup as well, now huddled in the corner with the coffee machine in his arms, hissing at Gordon when the man tried to get it away from the taxi driver.

George pounced on the mug before Gordon could snatch it away, downing it in one gulp.

"Oh God what have I done?" Gordon muttered to himself, trying to think of what to do.

Norman was still in his seat, still shaking, pupils so wide it looked like his eyes were completely black. "I am going to fist fight God." He stated, looking Gordon as dead in the eyes as he could in his current state.

"Please don't." Gordon replied.

George cradled the maker of coffee in his arms, drinking out of the pot and looking all over the kitchen for the grounds to make more.

Junebug was still screaming as Lenard laid perfectly still, seemingly unaffected by the chaos around him. Junebug knocked one of the cabinets off the wall, causing the coffee bags George had been looking for to fall out, the magenta puppet crawling on all fours to grab them before Gordon had a chance to react.

The handyman heard the door to the kitchen open.

"WHAT IN THE ABSOLUTE FUCK DID YOU DO OLD MAN?!" A voice, similar to Norman's but deeper, rang out amongst the pandemonium.

Noir, an Unfriendly version of Norman, had walked in, along with two others; Tax, an Unfriendly George, and Lestat, an Unfriendly Lenard.

"I need your hel-DEAR GOD NO GEORGE PUT THAT DOWN!" Gordon screamed, now unwillingly playing tug of war with a bag of coffee as the rope.

Noir noticed Norman's cup, only a sip had been taken from it. He raised a brow as he put it to his lips and swallowed some down. "Hm..not bad, wanna try guys?"

"PLEASE JESUS DON'T DRINK IT!" Gordon cried, trying to get Junebug off the ceiling.

Tax and Lestat both tried the brew, now cold from neglect.

"Whoa." Noir mumbled, his eyebrows raised before punching Tax square in the face. Lestat dodged the swing aiming for him, running and tripping over his friendly counterpart, still lying on the floor.

Tax immediately swung back, the two puppets hyper and violent, destroying one of the tables when Noir was thrown onto it.

Gordon put his head in his hands, too tired to full think logically, and already emotionally drained.

"WHAT THE HOO HAY IS GOING ON HERE?!" Ricky yelled from one of the pipes near the sink. It was close enough to the coffee maker that George smacked the sock puppet out of the pipe. "MINE!"

"Oh thank God! Ricky, please tell me you know how to fix this."

Ricky looked him seriously in the eye. "You do realize I have no hands, right?"

"Now's not the time for bullshit Ricky!" Gordon shouted at the smaller puppet.

"Language!"

"JUST HELP ME!"

"What did you even do?!"

"I...I gave them coffee."

"YOU WHAT?!"

"How was I supposed to know this would happen?!" Gordon argued.

"Boys." Lilianna approached the two, holding a braided rope in her hands. The end of which was topped with Tax's signature hook.

"How did you-"

"Noir knocked out of Tax's belt when he sucker punched him. I took it to avoid any casualties." She replied calmly.

Lestat came up behind her. "So like, what are we doing then? We just hide until it's over?"

Lillianna shook her head, twirling the rope in the air and aiming at Junebug, grabbing her by her sweater and bringing the screaming yellow puppet to the floor. "Lestat. In my room, I have a few stage cables, go fetch them for me, would you?"

Lestat gulped, nodding. He somehow was able to avoid the chaos as he ran out of the kitchen.

"Gordon, I hope your time in the military taught you how to break up a fist fight." Lilianna stated.

Gordon nodded, going to break up the fight between the two unfriendly neighbors.

"Now Ricky," Lilianna started, putting the smaller puppet on her shoulder. "I need you to get the hand puppets, and you four will distract George to get the coffee maker away from him." She placed him in the pipe before turning to Junebug, still shrieking and clawing at the floor.

"You, young lady need to stop yelling." Lilianna pulled a ribbon from her pocket and gagged the younger puppet with it, muffling her screaming.

"ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! STOP IT YOU TWO!" Gordon shouted at the two eyeless puppets, holding the two apart.

"YOU'RE A FUCKING CUNT YOU KNOW THAT TAX?!" Noir yelled, trying to get out of Gordon's grasp.

"WELL AT LEAST I'M NOT A DAMN PUSSY LIKE YOU!" Tax screamed back.

Lestat had returned with the rope.

"Ah, right on time. Now, Norman and Lenard both seem stable enough to be left alone, so I need you to assist Gordon in tying up your friends."

"Oh boy..." Lestat looked over at them worried. He was the weakest of the Unfriendly Neighbors, no real match for the two that Gordon was keeping apart.

"You can do it." Lilianna encouraged him, tying up Junebug in a nice bow. The yellow puppet squirming to get free, but only knocking herself over in the process.

Ricky had returned with the hand puppets, now trying to get between George and the machine. The yellow clad puppet hissing and snarling at them, scaling up another cabinet with the coffee maker in tow. His weight caused the thing to fall off the wall, the impact making George let go of the machine.

Randy got his hands on it, hopping to the highest point of the nearest wall with it, out of George's reach. Handy and Pig tackled him to the floor as Ricky unplugged the appliance.

One by one, the puppets, now subdued were gathered, some tied up to keep them from causing more trouble, others dragged to the center of the kitchen with the rest.

"You are never doing that again." Ricky told Gordon.

"I know." Gordon sat, exhausted and catching his breath. "Still...Lilianna, how come you weren't affected?"

"I perfer tea." She said with a smile, sweeping up debris.

[call-me-koi]

ITS-A ANGST TIIIIME >:DDD

Deku x reader!

I didn't mean to make you cry.

Warnings: crying and cussing.

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"Izu please you've got to stop breaking yourself! One day you'll go to far and-"

"I don't care s/o!! I know what i'm doing at im fine with them!!" He raised his voive a but and changed his tone a bit, every word hitting like a venomes snake bite. It's been the same damn thing for the past t days. You were getting tired of it. Closer and closer you were reaching your snapping point.

It all started on sunday when he came home late with a cast on. You warned him at first, telling him how he could hurt himself to much and not being able to go back, yada yada, him saying it's fine till the third day, he snapped. "L-Look! I'm tired of people always telling me what to do or what to worry about!!" And with that he went and slammed the door and left your dorm.

Today, you decided to hang out with lida and uraraka to escape your little hell. You three were hanging out in the park while lida was talking about the current weather. How it's been rather hot that the chances of rain wouldn't be higher than a good 13% this week. It was all fun and dandy till izuku waltz himself over. Turns out he was invited by uraraka. Lida sat next to you while deku and uraraka sat next to each other in front of you and lida, forming a square.

Uraraka and lida chatted about about whatever was on there minds. Deku always averted his gaze from you. Why would he? You two were dating for almost 2 years now for fucks sake. You two remain silent for the whole conversation, something lida catched on. "S/o, is there a problem? Dehydrated?" He looks over you doing his little hand motions, something you liked. It was cute but izukus....

You pressed your lips together as yu mentally kicked yourself. "No, im alright! I'm just listening to you two. Don't mind me." You replied resting your arm against your leg, he nodded and continue on with tbe conversation. Here and there would izuku look at you, it would send shivers down your spine. They didn't show any emotion while you damn well knew what they had in them.

He

Was

Pissed.

The hang out ended and you four took your separate routes. At least, you thought so. You ended up walking towards the dorm with izuku as lida and uraraka had a study date. It was quite. You two kept your distance. As you reached your dorm you noticed something.

Bandages on his arm and leg. He broke his bones again. After allll the warnings you gave him all those days. He still went and broke them?..

"Izuku did you break your damn bones again?" You sighed and looked at him with tired not-this-again eyes. He froze and nodded. "But why?!" You snapped. You raised your voice just slightly. Not to much. Juuust slightly. "Didn't you listen to what i've said?! Izuku you could die. Why don't you understand please!!-"

"I don't care what you think!!! I don't care about dying!! I don't care about you!!"

That last part was a mistake. It wasn't true. He just said it due to anger and the heat of the moment. "So..you really don't c-care.." You weren't the type to stutter. So he looked at you with disbelief, only to see a sight that didnt break his bones. But his heart.

There you were. Standing straight, hands to your side trembling with your. whole body as your knuckles turned white. You face turned to the side trying to hide it as fat tears slid down your cheeks, hand onto your chin, and splat on the ground. You averted your gaze from him as you panted heavily. Finally snapping.

He was about to apologize, right before you smacked him. Leaving a cracking smack echo through the halls. Shocked at what you've done, he looked at you, wide eyes and mouth agape. "I....am done." He tried to say sorry. He tried to say something but he couldn't do it. He couldn't take back those horrible words he said to you. You turned around, entered your dorm, and closed the door behind you. Leaving him out in front of your door in shook.

"I didn't mean to make you cry.."

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That's it yall!! Hope u liked it!! ;3

[julies-butterflies]

Honestly, your writing reminds me a lot of the buffyverse. Just the perfect balance of humor and sadness and romance and heart that just feels like a vivid window into the world you've created.

God the Body...the best forty minutes of television I may never watch again. I've rewatched Willow and Tara's kiss (because I'll adore them forever), but just...the weight of it. It took me a full month to work up the nerve to watch the episode, to be ready to cry that much.

What you said about not wanting people to suffer, because of your work...It's never once felt like that for me. And I've cried a LOT while reading your work. I'll try to explain it the best I can

Grief can be so isolating, and disorienting. Your world goes topsey-turvey, supports you took for granted go flying into the abyss and suddenly it's a minefield of those glass shards. And no one's grief is identical. No two circumstances are the same. It's not possible for anyone else to know exactly how you feel, because no two hearts break alike.

Sometimes, it's because people just don't understand. Sometime's it's because they no longer want to. But some days, that feeling of aloneness can be crushing.

Then one night, I stumbled upon Let These Shadows Fall Away Like Dust. That one hit me way harder than I was ever expecting. The question of how to grieve the living, the dilemma on when forgiveness is deserved...Alex's anger, his devestation, the rawness of it all....That's my broken glass. Those are concepts I've been struggling for over a year. I'm still picking up pieces every day.

I sobbed, because it was such a relief. To see the feelings that had been scrambled up in my mind just reflected there, on my screen. The reminder I had desperately needed, that I was not alone. That even though my circumstances were different, I was not the only one trying to unravel those messy emotions.

Then again, I also read your deathfic for fun, so maybe I'm not the best judge of this. I tend to like angst. I tend to get a lot of "WHY WOULD YOU MAKE IT THAT SAD" in group chats :D

Please don't feel any pressure to respond to me quickly or anything. I never mind the wait. I'm so sorry for the rough times. Wishing that you and your family gets whatever you need to help ease your storm. Sending love and support as well.

(sorry for all the metaphors. I'm super sleepy and apparently, I resort to purple prose when tired lol)

I know exactly what you mean about Emily. I understand why people don't like her, but I just love to see her written as such a grey character. It's just so much more powerful when the love is so clearly there.

I mean, that's what a tragedy is, really. Love cut short. Grieving a future that could have been everything, if fate had not been cruel. I don't know if you know musical theater, but I like to think about the Barber and His Wife, from Sweeney Todd: the whole tragedy of that show, is that they were happy all together, and then permanently broken. How their paths keep crossing, but they never connect to heal. Never lost, but never found.

And that's the tragedy of Luke and Emily: too stubborn and too late. You find that grey area, the messiness so well, and just bring it all out so wonderfully. You do the same with Bobby/Trevor, ESPECIALLY in the horror and the wild. God, that absolutely devestated me. I'm not a big fan of horror in general, and I haven't explored the genre that much but...if all horror is like yours then DAMN, I might just have to become a fan.

This got super long (lol) so I'll wrap it up now but! THE SIC FIC QUEENS TOGETHER???? When I tell you I lost it.... all too well Bobby and what you've lost reggie in the same story are killing me. I am hooked and incredibly hyped. Loved both updates so far, and cannot wait to see where the story goes!

Oh yeah and I forget: I have to ask, do you have a fan cast of the one, the only, the incredible Keith Richards? (and that goblin is so cute!!! I really want to pet the blood thirsty monster. So badly)

Love, your totally-not-undead-pen-pal, :D

-Vampire Anon

Know musicals? Vampire Anon my beloved, I am a musical theatre bitch. Take a look at my high school graduation cap! (Anastasia is my favorite musical... something about the themes of home, love, and family, the idea of always finding a place in the world even after enduring incredible hardship, that anything is survivable with faith and love in your heart... I'm also a Romanov history bitch, and Christy Altomare is such an incredible talent and human being.) Literally, talk to me about musicals anytime!

And yeah, I definitely see your metaphor... the tragedy of The Barber and his Wife was how close they came to each other throughout the whole show, existing within reach the entire time, after being separated for so long. But it wasn't the same; it never could be. Time and trauma had changed them both into something unrecognizeable, and when they came face-to-face, they could only hurt each other. At a certain point, the ghosts of your past are meant to stay ghosts. Sure, you might want them back more than anything --- but what would it mean? What would you truly be getting back?

Luke's "back", of course, and he comes home to visit his parents multiple times... but they're not the same people he left. They're older, greyer, changed by grief... while he's just the same. A snapshot forever frozen in time, a memory crystalized in amber. You can't hold memories in your hands. You can't pull them close and refuse to let them go. Eventually, they'll slip away... and to Mitch and Emily, a memory is all their son is, now. That's what's so heartrending about the situation we see in the show, especially --- so much love still exists between all of them, but it has no place to go.

Okay, sorry, it's 3am here and I'm rambling too, haha --- mentioning musical theatre was a mistake.

I'm so glad my stories have been able to connect with you, especially 'shadows' --- that one resonated with a lot of people, more than I ever realized it would. It's not the most personal story to me... but definitely one that needed to be told, and the emotion in it... hits home for a lot of people. It means so much to me knowing that story, and Alex's internal struggle, has made people feel less alone.

I think I'm going to have a hard time looking back on that one, though. We were staying at my aunt's house for the weekend where I wrote most of it; I read a few excerpts to her, and she said she liked it. She was always interested in my writing... I kind of wish I'd gotten the chance to share more of it with her.

Like you said. Grief's a funny thing. Disorienting, relentless, and crushing.

Please just remember, though --- whatever you're dealing with, you're not alone. You don't have to cut yourself on those broken pieces... one day, you'll wake up, and realize you feel whole again. It will never feel the same, and the pain will always be there... but healing around it is what makes us stronger. You don't owe anyone your forgiveness; it's okay to grieve when you've lost something, regardless of whether death has taken them from you. Grief doesn't have to be earned, it simply has to be felt.

You'll be stronger for it, in the end. I'm sorry you've been hurting so much.

Anyways! Oh gosh! On to lighter, happier topics! Please tell me...

What are your favorite fics? (Like, my fics, obviously, which fics of mine do you just go gaga over? Please praise me or else my ego will shrivel like a worm on hot pavement.) No, okay, I'm kidding --- what are your top fics for this fandom? Like, what are the ones that really resonate with you, that you could read over and over? The JATP fandom has so many greats, but I'm always drawn back to Some Killer Queen You Are by pearlcaddy (buffyverse meets jatp!! iconic!!), Lantern's Light by thefairhero (literally the SOFTEST reggie), the sky's not empty tonight by firefall (just... devastating and beautiful in a dozen ways), and literally anything by foundfamilyvevo.

How long have you been in the JATP fandom? Who are your favorite characters? What's your favorite JATP song?

And finally, most importantly... what are your favorite musicals?

(also... since u asked... behold keith richards and tremble)

[buddha-in-disguise]

Discourse, Supergirl and fans.

The Supergirl situation with William Dey, is far more than about William Dey per se.

I touched on this when I first posted about David Harewood.

What I have seen, and I am still seeing is while some SuperCorp fans were annoyed about the preview for episode 12, this was also coming from a diverse section of the fandom. That David (and others) have singled out the SuperCorp fandom is both unfair, and unhelpful. But that is a different discussion altogether.

So - I am going to repeat and expand on some of what I wrote at the time to try and explain why I, (and others) have found Supergirl to be really problematic at the moment.

First of all: There is no doubt Supergirl currently has a diverse cast, inc. LGBTQ representation. 

However, all the diversity in the world means absolutely nothing if a program is seemingly only playing lip service to the characters. 

Compare and contrast with Legends of tomorrow. They have 6 women. 2 Muslim superheroes (a TV first). 5 characters are LGBTQ, including Charlie; who is recognised as gender fluid. 4 people of colour. The lead is a woman, who is bisexual, in a canon relationship with a lesbian, and is a superhero. 

They do this without it being made a big deal of, enjoyed by LGBTQ and heterosexual audience alike. But it is a huge deal for many because of that diversity, and just as importantly they haven't overloaded the cast numbers, so they all get good solid storylines through a season. A season that is also shorter than Supergirl. 

Legends are an example of how you can put in a diverse minority cast, without it becoming forced or cumbersome. It isn't without fault sure, but no program is. 

So where is Supergirl going wrong at the moment? 

Let's use William, as the crux of the problems are best shown with his character, but it isn't limited to him. I will put first - this is absolutely *not* a criticism towards Staz Nair, who I respect (& like, as far as one can from limited SM interaction). All too often the accusations are made that if you don't like a character, you hate the actor. That is categorically not true for me, nor others I've seen posting about this. Of course if anyone does hate on the actor, that is not okay.

So, back to William. I get the reason he came along in regards to Russell and so the Andrea connection. That story made sense.  What hasn't made sense - William being used as a journalist, when Nia is right there! Nia has barely had any screen time, and virtually none as a journalist; you know - her actual job. I'm not sure what the minutes on screen ratio has been this season between the two, but it has felt completely slanted towards William as a viewer, at least until now. 

First instead of Kara and Nia investigating Leviathan after William was 'exposed' in the earlier episodes, now Nia is sidelined again, because they want Kara to team up with William to investigate Lex.

Why? Why do they need that journalistic pairing, when Nia - who as a Superhero, is better placed if danger from Lex occurs. But no, they're making it about Kara having to work with William because Lex threatened to kill him. Plus Nia was being mentored by Kara. Is she no longer being mentored by Kara? Are they a team? Even if the mentoring has ended, Nia is still not being utilised as a journalist.

I am utterly baffled as to why they feel this arc makes any sense. Moreso when an already established character gets sidelined. 

I'm also getting tired of seeing anyone who sees these valid opinions about current storyline as being trolls (or the comments all SuperCorp fans are just outright haters. No - SuperCorp fans are a large diverse group, that have incredible artists, fanfic writers, and social media users. Many also multi-ship. To place a blanket statement about a whole fandom as large as SC, is hateful. All fandoms have some who are problematic, but to single out an entire group is not right). 

So back to my thoughts. An episode can have some great aspects to it, but it can also be highly problematic to some fans, & receive valid criticism or valid opinions for it. For example, the latest episode of Batwoman. The Alice/Beth story was great. The acting superb. What I found worrying was the way they made Sophie feel guilty for legitimate reasons why she had led a closeted lifestyle. That lifestyle is valid, for Sophie and many LGBTQ people, and for good reason, including keeping some people safe from harm. I felt it was a clumsy attempt for Alice to get into Sophie's mind; it could've been tackled other ways, so it felt wrong they used her sexuality as a way to achieve that. Being closeted for many literally keeps them alive. So that was one hell of a poor choice in my opinion. Yet others have made perfectly credible counter arguments that it showed the difficulties faced by many LGBTQ people. So, great episode, valid criticism/opinion from both points of view. It also highlights you can have excellent episodes, but they can have legitimate issues.

Nor does differences of opinion, as long as it is respectful, makes those voicing them a bully, no matter how much you disagree. 

At the end of this, if you don’t agree, and your opinion makes you say something that is intentionally hurtful (directly or indirectly to a person or group of people), it's a bad thing. The key word being intentionally. We all make mistakes, and responses that could've been better, & we all need to be aware of that, but if it is an intended attack, don't be surprised if others call you out for your behaviour. 

So now what in regards Supergirl?  

I know ultimately that this show is about Supergirl, but it is also about those around her as family & friends. I understand there are only so many minutes in one episode. What I don't understand is why those precious minutes are going to a character, when they have one perfectly placed to do the same role. Why they have to potentially explore another relationship, when we have one canon relationship, one canon on/off again relationship & one relationship that while isn't canon in terms of romantic, it is a big story in terms of best friends, all seemingly sidelined. Which brings me to the Kara fighting for Lena's soul aspect. Again, I am not seeing a lot of fighting for anything, except more and more fans fighting themselves and cast. 

Then you just need to look at the dislikes that teaser was given on YouTube, and compare them to previous ones. I've attached screenshots to show this.

A serious misjudgment was made by someone on how that teaser would be received, and again I will stress, this dislike hasn't just been from one area of fandom, but multiple areas. For many it wasn't just about William, but the culmination of unease that has built for a few episodes. A prime example of the straw that broke the camel's back. If you are solely focused on one area of fandom for this discourse (as many blame SuperCorp fans), you need to step back and recognise you are not allowing yourself to see the whole picture. To focus solely on one thing, rather than acknowledging the wider audience are saying this, does not make you the better fan. To dismiss it as trolls, is being dismissive of good, regular fans with legitimate questions or concerns. It is insulting to many of us.

I will be honest, I had high hopes for this season. I also knew it was likely going to be pretty confusing at times since it was given as 'our Black mirror season' and 'nothing is as it seems.' I accepted that.

However, all it seems at the moment is a jumbled mess from pre and post Crisis. They just doesn't appear to be any cohesion at all, which is making it really difficult as a viewer. Add in the changes post Crisis and it feels even more of a mess.

Of course, they could bring in more cohesive elements soon, but considering that we know episode 13 is 'It's a wonderful life,' and Alex Danvers in a later episode is wearing a Super suit - I just sense this whole 'nothing is as it seems' side we appear to be getting isn't changing any time soon, & with episodes running out, with so many strings running through at the moment, it feels really discombomulated. If by seasons end, they pull it off and you can look back and see how it's played out as a whole, I will be the first to say well done for that part. 

I do though think right now Supergirl feels chaotic beyond expectation, and no end in sight. I feel there have been too many character additions this season (particularly Andrea & William) that is taking screen time away from Kara, Alex, Nia, Lena, Kelly et al.

It feels like a mess of unnecessary pairings and the crux of the story seems to have been lost in the midst.

That is causing confusion for fans, that is also beginning to become frustration. That frustration is spilling over. Add in the genuine and extremely legitimate concerns over the LGBTQ issues that have arisen (again from far more than just SuperCorp fans), and the frustration has built even more. 

I can only hope the next couple of episodes address some of this and not complicate the mess further. 

Whatever happens, Supergirl is not doing well in terms of a storyline that is gripping for fans, that is now top heavy with regulars, taking screen time from established characters, and a social media blunder that has so far only exacerbated the simmering uncertainty being felt by many.

It might improve, and I sincerely hope it does, but they are edging into the potential for the anger felt by fans to become an all out riot if they don't stop and see where valid criticism is being given. If this season continues on in this vein, then there is going to be huge swathes of fans drifting away. The concerns are legitimate. I wish it could be seen as that.

[hopefuljoon]

BST: Chapter 2

A/N: Sorry this chapter is a bit shorter than most because it’s so important to me. Other than that, I plan on making it longer in the next chapter to make it up to you.

(Spacing is wack, this is what I have in mind for the back part of the house)

Credit goes to the respective owner of this image Miami MLS

Previous:

"You do realize...you don't have to do this, right babe?" Hoseok whispered out against your ear. You shivered and turned slowly around in his arms as he adjusted his hold on you again. The sight from afar made it looked so awfully domestic, it'd melt even the coldest heart.

"I know but it's the least I could do" you rasped out against his chest before turning around, getting back to work on putting the mixture onto the warming pan.

Even as you move about pouring the pancake mixture onto the warming pan, Hoseok's hands continue to linger on your hips. Ten minutes had passed and before long, you heard soft snoring sound coming from behind you, including the sudden extra weight on your back. He had fallen asleep while nuzzling into your body in the early hours. He must have been out late, doing errands for Yoongi, again. You sigh knowingly but quickly finished whipping up a batch of pancake, respectively placing equal amounts on 7 plates that you had set out earlier. You turned off the electric stove and cautiously turned in Hoseok's arm, in fear of waking up the sunshine. You place your arms around him to hold him upright, at that moment, you notice a pair of gleaming brown eyes mirroring yours.

It was Jungkook, in all his morning glory of ruffled hair and wrinkled sleepwear. He must have had a restful sleep but he deserves it, you mused. Mafia work often leads to a sudden rush of adrenaline, making the person excited and yet when it decreases to normal, they are left tired.

"Want some help with that?" he eyed Hoseok in your arms then returned his gaze to you, eyes sparkling with amusement. You smiled at him and whispered, please, loud enough for him to hear but not wake up Hoseok. Jungkook nodded and walked up to you, gently removing Hoseok from you. Thank you Kookie, you murmur and smile at him. He returned it and began to walk towards the marble staircase in order to ascend to Hoseok's room.

You circle around the counter to set down each member's plates. The table had been set earlier by the housemaids while you were cooking. You did one last round to serve your brother, at the head of the table, his plate before bending down to hug him. He blushes and stutters out a "hey!...not in front of them..." in your arm as the room roars with the sound of giggles from his fellow consigliere. Their eyes filled with adoration and love for their leader. Eventually, you deemed the hug was long enough to show your love, gratitude for the countless times he protected and stay with you throughout the night full of recurring bad dreams, and a little bit of teasing. After all, Yoongi had to keep up an image of the fearless, powerful, and ruthless mafia leader but within the safe confinement of your arms and the house, he could show you and his inner members the sides of which he must lock away deep within himself. Otherwise, if he ever let those softer and weaker sides of him show in public, his family (mainly you as all your family members had been either killed or assassinated), consigliere and everything he had and obtained will be jeopardized. He won't risk it, not even for the biscuit because you are the last remaining treasure that he has.

10 Years Prior

Growing up, you were spoiled rotten with girly princess dresses, diamond tiaras, and lived in a mansion by the oceanside. Your family, which consisted of your mother and father, adored and loved you. You were the center of jealousy for every girl in school and in town. For that reason, your parents often never let you out of the house or play with other children of your age. They deemed that the housemaids and butler were to be your playmates and that the house would be your playground.

Even so, you don't often get the chance to wander around your own house. You were either hustled to the study room or the grand library built within the house to study. Your parents had hired private tutors in order for you to excel in school without them having to worry. Turns out, you don't disappoint. You often had a knack for having the ability to memorize a large sum of information in a short time frame too. You also outperformed quick maths calculations faster than any other students in your year.

You had just finished your study earlier than scheduled so your tutor left you in the care of the housemaids who you've come to love. It's nearly lunchtime so they were going to go prepare and serve the food soon. You finally have the free time to yourself to run around and explore your own home.

30 minutes into the exploration, you stumble down into the basement of the house which was guarded by a large metal door. There were strange button pads with numbers on the right side of the door. It looked super soft and squishy so you decided to jam on random numbers, it wouldn't hurt, right? After 3-4 random jamming of numbers for 13 digits, the sound of the alarm began to blare. You quickly covered your ears, closed your eyes and hunched into a ball in fear. Praying to whatever god that was listening that it would stop and you wouldn't get caught and not get in trouble. Suddenly, you felt as if you were floating and the alarm sound ceased. You opened your eyes to see your mother standing by the security padlock before grabbing onto you to drag you to your feet. She was furious, the fire blazing in her eyes told you so. "I told you...to NEVER come down here. You could be in danger! Why won't you just LISTEN to me?" She spat.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to...I finished my studies early so I decided to explore the house and got lost.." you answered casting your eyes to the ground while digging your hands into your dress pocket and fidget nervously. Your mother must have picked up on your fear and began to soften her voice. "It's fine...I will forgive you this time. Don't make the same mistake again...". At that time, your mother had felt pity for her own daughter getting lost in her own home. The mansion so large a size but the loneliness remains. After all, you had no siblings of your own. It was something that you often think about at school seeing other children act with their sisters or brothers.

You woke up one Saturday morning at 4:30 AM by a soft knock with your mother entering your room but your father smiled and lingered by the door. "Good morning little one, how was your sleep? Mommy and Daddy will have to go out to do business today. Will you be good and stay inside the house today, sweets?" she asked while walking over to your bed and lightly kissed your temple. "Yes, I'll see you soon when you return, mom", you replied, smiling while looking up at your beloved mother. "Then it's time we get going my dear,'' she replied before turning and walking back to her husband's side, tears slowly brimming her eyes.

What your younger and naive self didn't know then was that it was going to be the last time you saw your parents smiling happily, being alive, and well. You never wondered even for a second, how the mansion you live in, the expenses, clothing, and jewelry were obtained through their laundered and bloodied money. Looking back, you had just figured they were Old Money. What you didn't know then and innocently assumed would come back and take its toll on your family.

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[rewatching-supernatural]

s15e02

I just spent 20 minutes scrolling Tumblt because I didn't want to keep watching, but I can squeeze one more episode before I have to go to sleep so I'm forcibg myself to get through this one too

I typed this during the flashbacks instead of watching them but I feel like I remember pretty well what just happened so it's fine

*****

a woman is hiding in her scarf?

Covid masking pre-Covid

episode just lagged and won't load anymore

it's been two minutes

welp

alright it's back

"Do you think they'll cancel the spelling bee?" woman, this isn't Rob

this demon/spirit/whatever can spell!

*****

I made the mistake of looking at the cast names on the bottom of the screen and.. OSRIC?? HOW?!

*****

So Dean just shot Jack the Ripper?!

I profoundly hate this story line

*****

Rowena! perhaps she can save this plot som--nope, she annoys me already

KETCH? what the fuck

what is this between Ketch and Rowena for fuck's sake can we not have a single woman who isn't sleeping with the guys???

*****

GOD AND AMARA? AGAIN?

fuck man, could this ge-- THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT GAME OF THRONES?

this show fucking sucks, who the hell approved anything beyond season 9 😑

a fucking Amazon joke?!

and Rowena asking Dean about Ketch 🤮

*****

Cas is trying so damn hard, but Dean's hurt and angry

but so is Cas, and Dean needs to understand that

Cas' little squints, and his never breaking eye contact 💙

"Nothing about our lives is real."

*****

"The enemy's actually... God."

indeed, Ketch, indeed

OH COME ON fuck that don't go flirting with Rowena

KEVIN

ghost!Kevin !!!

Kevin's been in Hell this whole time?!?!?!?!?! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

fuck no this isn't in my Good!natural story, fuck that

Kevin's in Heaven and this is shit

*****

I don't want to keep looking at Chuck's story

waste of time

I don't care about him

*****

I feel like Sam and Chuck are still connected, like Harry and Voldemort were

how is there still 17 minutes left to this episode seriously?!

*****

can we fkg cut down the disgusting whatever this is between Ketch and Rowena thaannnnk you

*****

it really sucks because I like Ruth, I just can't fucking stand Rowena

she fucking dated Jack the Ripper?!

*****

and now he's in Ketch

and Dean called the thing a "soul catcher"

*****

Belphegor's so chill, I aspire to be as fucking relaxed in life

also, Dean shot Ketch

*****

I get that Cas is there because he was with them, but it really feels like he's useless, there's no point in him being there

and that sucks!

I miss angel Cas so much

*****

This show is so bad, but I can't just stop watching now, I have to make it through the last 18 episodes

*****

Kevin's not going back to Hell, so he'll just stay on Earth

*****

Belphegor's my spirit animal

"Would you come on already?!" same bro, I am also tired (of waiting)

*****

ooh is something happening with Amara?

Oh she is going to refuse to help him, right?

Fuck yes, bad bitch energy coming from Amara, we stan a woman telling God "no"

*****

this is exactly like the attack of Hogwarts, with the death eaters attacking the shield until it breaks

*****

alright, that is enough for today

maybe I can keep this rhythm up (two episodes a day) and finish in the next week

hopefully

🤷🏽‍♀️

will I survive this atrocious last season or will my sanity (what's left of it) completely leave me?

stay tuned in to find out!

[pangtasias-atelier]

7 Contracts

Warning: This story contains fetish content, specifically male weight gain.

So I've been playing Ob/ey M/e! recently and I love the cast. Even if the game is pretty standard oto/me fare.

Did not feel like describing 7 characters appearance, especially since this was a sour of the moment thing that I'm not sure if I'll continue so here's an an image of what they look like lol.

Left to Right

Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beezlebub, Belphegor.

Wg is kinda just there but not much. This was more of a silly thing

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"So, any plans on fixing this?" Satan grabs his stomach, the fresh layer of pudge slotting itself in between his hands, and shakes it. "Cause last I checked, and last you checked, and last everyone else checked, that human had no ability to take advantage of our pacts," Satan vehemently spits out the last word, teeth clenching. He stares at Lucifer who merely continues to sit at his desk.

Lucifer puts his pen down, the metal utensil clacking against the wood. "I don't know how to fix this, Satan," Lucifer impassively stares back at Satan, his shoulders sagging. Lucifer puts up his hand as Satan goes to speak. "And no, I will not go to Lord Diavolo concerning this matter. Drop the issue," Lucifer the eldest and strongest, Satan bites his cheek.

"Doesn't matter if you go to Diavolo!" A new voice sounding through, Asmodeus cheerfully walks inside. Smiling, his skimpy crop top shows the noticeable bulge of his stomach, his booty shorts rising up on his ass. "The dumb human is too busy with stupid Mammon," Asmodeus puffs out his cheeks. "So I decided to see what other interesting things were happening,"

Lucifer stands up, glaring down at Asmodeus; Satan moves to the side, no longer in the way of a sudden tackle or blast of energy. "Asmodeus, explain. And quickly please,"

"Well, Diavolo made you make a pact with the human in exchange for forgetting about the whole matter of treason," Satan's eyes widen from Asmodeus' words.

"Of course, Lord Diavolo was kind enough to lighten-"

"Diavolo can discern the truth. He knew this was going to happen," Satan holds his head with his hand, staring at the floor.

"Lord Diavolo would never do such a thing!" Lucifer shouts, eyes on Satan now.

"I guess you're right," Asmodeus shrugs. "But!" He puts up a sausage finger. "We'll never know unless we ask Di-"

Satan preemptively turns around, barely flinching when he hears the crunch of the wall.

Lucifer holding Asmodeus' wrists, he pins him to the wall, a sizeable portion dented. "You are expressly forbidden to do such a thing," Asmodeus grins up at Lucifer. "Am I clear, Asmodeus,"

"Clearer than a sunny day!" Lucifer lets go of Asmodeus. "I'm sure we're all fine without any help, none of us are complaining~," Asmodeus winks at them.

"I've been complaining!" Satan denies.

"You only started once the human got bored with you," Asmodeus only slightly weaker than Satan, he dodged out of the punch thrown his way. "That's the way the cookie crumbles, sadly," Asmodeus frowns, pushing his bangs out of his eyes. "Us three don't exactly personify the best trait for what the human is doing to us," Asmodeus sighs as he rests his hand on his cheek, his other hand on his gut.

"Lucifer is pride, so it's no wonder he's still as slim as ever," Asmodeus ignores the spike of energy that surges behind him from Lucifer's glare. "You're wrath; which isn't bad but it's not good. But me! I'm lust! The human should be putty in my hands. It's not fair," Lamenting his cruel fate, Asmodeus melodramatically puts his arm to his forehead. Asmodeus turns from a hand placed on his shoulder

"Asmodeus, get out of my room," Lucifer commands, irritated. "Satan, you as well,"

"He's probably mad cause I pointed out how little time the human has spent with him," Asmodeus 'whispers' to Satan, Asmodeus barely bothering to lower his voice.

"He did form a pact last," Satan retorts back, the two grinning as they scamper out of Lucifer's room.

The door slammed shut behind them, the two look at each other.

"Well, I'm going back to the human!" Asmodeus announces, about to scamper off again before Satan grabs him by the wrist.

"I'm going too," Satan looks the other way, blushing. "And shut up, so what if I was jealous? So is everyone else in this damn house,"

"Glad you could finally admit it," Asmodeus gloats before rushing off.

Satan growls. Childish behavior expected of Asmodeus, he can't really share in his idiotic antics. Letting Asmodeus reach the human first, he follows him.

The human unaware of the two approaching demons, he simply keeps feeding Mammon.

Currently lying down, Mammon rests his head on the human's lap with his eyes closed. Gargantuan gut rising far above him, it spreads out far, his shirt too small to contain it. His pants busted at the seams, bits of his boxers are visible, Mammon's fatty thighs seeping through the tears.

Mammon lazily lifts up an arm, the effort taxing at his size, and pats his stomach. "It's great to see you appreciate how wonderful I am!" Mammon gloats, the occurrence often now. "The handsomest, smartest, intelligentest of us, I, the great Mammon," Leaving his mouth open, he closes it as the human lowers the grape vine.

"Boooring," Popping through the open door, Asmodeus frowns at the sight.

"I was thinking pathetic," Satan adds, snickering. "Stupid Mammon doesn't even know it's most handsome and most intelligent,"

"Hey!" Flailing, Mammon struggles to bring himself up, out of breath. His gut wobbles in the air as he remains stuck on his back like a turtle. "A little help here," He whimpers, lightly sweating.

Satan and Asmodeus ignore Mammon; instead, they keep their attention focused on the human who smiles at Mammon.

"You, you gotta be stronger than that!" The human's hands holding Mammon's he tugs to help him up. Mammon's gut in the way, he gives up. "Too tired, I need more food," He whines.

"Talking about nothing but food is Beezlebub's shtick," Satan rolls his eyes at Mammon's helpless state.

"He is the demon of greed; guess he went from being greedy for money to being greedy for food," Asmodeus giggles, hand brought to his lips. Walking up to Mammon, Asmodeus leans on him, digging his elbows into his stomach. "Good thing you're so dumb and left yourself helpless, cause we're taking the human for ourselves,"

"Get off of me!" Mammon continues flailing. "And like hell you will!"

"We will," Satan smiles, placing a hand on the human.

"It's supposed to be my turn," Waddling through, Leviathan struggles with the doorway, his hips getting themselves stuck. "And if you take away my turn…" Leviathan bares his teeth at them, shaking as he clenches his fists. Breaking himself free, he stands right in front of the door, blocking their means of escape. Obese, his body is pear shaped, his thighs clashing against each other as his bell shaped stomach sags halfway to his knees. In lounge-wear, his sweatpants cling to and accentuate his wide hips; his sweatshirt rests somewhat loosely on his body.

"Now Levi, just cause you're the demon of envy," Asmodeus backs away, hands up. "There's no need to be upset, besides, it was all Satan's idea!" Asmodeus hides behind Mammon.

"Hey! I'm not some inanimate object to do whatever you want!"

"Unless it's the human," Satan quips, smiling as Mammon gets red.

"He should be happy that I even offer to spend time with him, if-"

"Shut up!" Angered from hearing them talk about the human, Leviathan takes a step forward.

Satan pushes the human to Leviathan, hiding behind Mammon as well.

"What are-" Mammon ends up silenced as Satan and Asmodeus roll him over and help him stand up.

"You're stronger than Leviathan, so do something about him!" Asmodeus pushes Mammon, Mammon not even budging.

Leviathan meanwhile happily smiles at the human, his prize obtained. "I hope those brutes didn't dirty you in any way. I'd be no worse than stupid Mammon if they did,"

"That's not possible," Satan and Asmodeus reply, Leviathan agreeing.

"Do you want me to help or not?" Mammon sighing, he rests his hands on his knees. "I think I need to lie down…"

Asmodeus and Satan busy making sure Mammon doesn't quit on them, Leviathan ignores them.

"Let's go, you owe me a handmade bento just like in episode 7 of-" Leviathan bumped into, he glares behind him, tugging the human closer to himself.

"You're all too loud," Belphegor yawns, his doughy arms sagging as he lazily lifts them. Fat, he moobs bounce as he makes his way to Mammon's bed and lies down on it. Simply wearing boxers, modesty unimportant, his nearly nude body jiggles as he makes himself comfortable.

"The human is here, where's the food?" Beezlebub shows up after Belphegor, munching on pizza. Beezlebub's metabolism working against him, he remains chunky, his paunch of a stomach resting snugly in his shirt.

"Great, like we really needed sloth and gluttony here," Asmodeus murmurs to himself, talking about Belphegor and Beezlebub respectively.

"Too many people here…" Leviathan groans, clenching his teeth.

Everyone chiming in with their own complaints, the room ends up in chaos. No one paying attention, none of them notice the human chanting under his breath.

A black puff of smoke appearing catches all six of their attention. Lucifer summoned, he scoffs at seeing all of them.

"Are you all so pathetic that I need to fix your mistakes?" Lucifer grinds his teeth as their whining continues. "If you intend to act like children, then like children I'll treat you," Lucifer shouts, his voice booming throughout the room.

Everyone now quiet, they wait for him to speak.

"Everyone will get one day of the week with the human," He stomps his foot as the volume picks up. "No complaints,"

"And to end you're bickering for today, the human shall accompany me for tonight," Poofing away, Lucifer takes the human with him.

The two now alone, Lucifer lets go of them. "Don't believe that I'll prostrate myself before you like the rest of them," Heading back to his desk, paperwork from Lord Diavolo more important, Lucifer ignores the human as they leave.

Too focused on paperwork, it feels as if the human returns in mere seconds, a platter of decadent sweets in their hand.

Lucifer eyes them as they leave the platter on Lucifer's desk before leaving. Checking them for magic, he finds nothing. Sniffing a muffin, he glances to make sure no one else is in the room. Taking a small bite, he closes his eyes as the sweet chocolate melts in his mouth. Nibbling the rest of it as he continues his work, the platter ends up empty far too soon.

The day already near its end, having to wait a week to try more of the human's food sounds like an ordeal.

[iluvzfewdnstoreyz]

Stay...or feed The Pig. Pt 1

I slowly opened my eyes. My head was swimming and a dull pain surrounded my throat. I was thirsty. That was the first thing I noticed. I licked my dry lips as my surroundings faded into focus. My body ached and I realized it was because I was tightly bound to a metal chair in the middle of an empty room. The barren concrete walls were stained and dirty, the floor beneath my bare feet was cold and slightly wet. A single bulb lit the room, dangling from the ceiling by a string. It cast moving shadows and I blinked back darkness. An open door stood before me, but I couldn't see anything but the wall of a hallway.

I tried to clear my head, tried to remember how I got here. I squeezed my eyes shut and forced myself not to panic. I slowed my breathing and focused my thoughts, desperately trying to summon some recollection of why I was here.

I couldn't remember anything.

I opened my eyes and exhaled, my parched throat throbbing. I could hear sound echoing off the hallway walls outside the door. Screaming, clanging, howling, all very distant but that did nothing to help calm my nerves.

“Hello?!” I cried, the word tearing at my vocal cords. I felt my chest hitch in pain but I cleared my throat and yelled again.

“Is anyone there!? Hello!?”

The dark hallway remained silent except for the constant echoes. I shut my mouth and tried to wriggle free of my bindings, but the rope was knotted impossibly tight. I fought back against my imagination as it flooded my mind with horrific scenarios of what awaited me. If I could only remember!

Suddenly, footsteps erupted from outside the door, a rapid patter of small feet. My hopes rose and I trained my attention on the door, praying it was help.

A young boy ran into the room, dressed in a red onsey, complete with padded feet. Stretched over his face was a plastic Devil mask. The eye holes revealed massive blue eyes that greeted me curiously. Taken back, I opened my mouth to speak but that's when I noticed something was off. His eyes were huge, impossibly round and bulging from their sockets. It sent a shiver of unease down my spine, but I shook it off. This child might be able to free me.

“Hey!” I hissed, urgently, “Hey kid, can you get me out of here?!”

The boy took a step closer, cocking his head, but remaining silent.

I rattled my bound arms against the chair, “Cut me free, please, I shouldn't be here, this is some kind of mistake!”

The boy eyed me behind his strange mask and stopped directly in front of me. He leaned in close and whispered, his voice like wet silk, “You did a bad thing...”

Confused, I shook my head, “No! No this is a mistake! I didn't do anything!”

The boy's enormous blue eyes suddenly filled with sadness, “Oh, you did a really, really bad thing...”

I shook my head again, violently, “No! I'm sorry! I don't remember, just please get me out of this chair!”

Suddenly, before either of us could speak again, a man came charging into the room. He was overweight and dressed in overalls, his grizzled face twisted in seething anger. He was holding a sawed off shotgun in his arms.

“I didn't do anything!” I cried as he advanced on us, my voice cracking, “I'm not supposed to be here!”

The big man ignored me and instead grabbed the kid and shoved him hard against the wall. The boy grunted as his back struck the concrete and his eyes rose to meet the grizzled man's.

Wordlessly, the man raised his shotgun, placed it against the boy's forehead, and blew his head off. Chunks of gore splattered the wall as shock slugged me in the stomach like an iron fist. My ears rang and time seemed to slow as I watched in horror as the headless body crumpled to the ground.

My breath rushed back into my lungs and time seemed to readjust.

“Jesus fucking CHRIST!” I screamed, straining against the ropes, my eyes bulging in horrific shock, “WHAT THE FUCK!?”

The man ignored my screams as he bent down and picked up the boy. He slung the ruined corpse over his shoulder and walked out the doorway.

Suddenly, the hallway erupted with malicious laughter, a chorus of voices all howling in glee. I shut my eyes, the noise deafening, as absolute terror filled my every pore.

After a few moments, the laughter faded and I cautiously opened my eyes, unable to believe what I had just witnessed.

“Hello.”

I jumped as I realized there was another man standing before me. He was dressed in a simple, white button down shirt and jeans. His brown hair was cut short and he appeared to be in his early thirties. His green eyes were dull and lifeless, his full lips pulled down at the corners.

“What is going on!? Where am I!?” I cried, new fear pooling in my stomach like hot blood.

The man crossed his arms, “So you're the new one huh?” He shook his head, “You people disgust me.”

Questions bubbled on my lips but he waved them off with a sharp chop of his hand, slicing the air and demanding my silence.

He ran his tongue over his teeth, sneering, “You look like you've already seen some of the horrors this place holds huh? Yes, I can tell by the look in your eyes. You're terrified. You've seen something haven't you? It doesn't seem all that bad now does it, looking back? You've been here five minutes and already you're shitting your pants.”

“Where am I?” I gasped, unable to hold back any longer, “What do you people want?”

The man crossed his arms behind his back, “I bet you want to get out of here don't you? I bet you'd like to go back to your home, your family, everything.”

“Please,” I interrupted, “Whatever I did to you...I'm sorry, I really am, but I don't remember!”

The man rolled his eyes, “You didn't do anything to me. You did it to yourself. You really don't remember anything?”

I shook my head and felt tears brimming in my eyes, liquid fear.

The man looked at me with contempt, “You waited until your wife left for work and then you went out to the woodshed and hung yourself. You're dead.”

The recent memory rose in my mind like a monster from a bog. My eyes went wide. As much as I wanted to deny it...he was right. I had killed myself. The incident tore through my brain like a bullet train and left me reeling.

“I'm Danny, by the way,” the man said, ignoring the shocked look on my face, “And I'm number two here. I run the orientation process. I want to make this quick because I'm tired of repeating this fucking thing to you pathetic Suicidals. You get one question before I begin.”

He stared down at me and I scrambled to organize my thoughts into something cohesive. This was all horrifying. Why had I killed myself? I fought against the fog and panic and the mists of confusion slowly began to lift. I had just lost my job. Yes...that was the start. I squeezed my eyes shut and forced more of the memory to emerge. I had lost my job and I was about to lose the house. My wife...Tess...she found out and was going to leave me. I didn't have any way out, didn't have any options. Getting fired had come out of the blue and I didn't have much in savings. I was broke, soon to be homeless, and my wife hated me for it. There was something else...yes...that's right. She had been cheating on me. I had seen texts on her phone while she slept one night and confirmed my suspicions. My life had degraded to shit and I had run out of options. Humiliated and ashamed, I had decided death was my only option.

“Hey, fucker, do you have a question or not?” Danny said, snapping his fingers in front of my face.

I was sucked back into reality and I asked the only question that mattered.

“Is this Hell?”

Danny snorted, “That's always what you people ask.” He began to pace back and forth in front of me, “No. This is not Hell. It's not Heaven either. This is the Black Farm. And no, I didn't name it that. This is where God sends the souls who have ended their own life. Suicidals. You see, he doesn't really know what to do with you...and neither does the Devil. There are genuinely good people who kill themselves. Seems cruel to banish them to Hell for all eternity for a moment of weakness right? Personally, I think God and the Devil were just tired of arguing about it. And so, they send them here, to the Black Farm.”

“Did...did God create this place?” I asked, growing more and more confused.

Danny spit on the floor, chuckling, “Sure, at some point. But he lost control of it when he put The Pig in charge.”

“What's The Pig?” I asked, unsure I wanted to know the answer.

Danny held up a hand, annoyed, “Can I fucking finish? God created this place, eons ago, put The Pig in charge, and then forgot about it for a while. Well, when his back was turned, The Pig decided to use his new powers to try and create his own little world. This mess you see around you is the fractured remains of that experiment. The Black Farm use to be a lot nicer, but The Pig wanted things to be different. He wanted to create his own vision. These people you see, these monsters? They are The Pig's attempts at creating functioning life. Instead of mirroring God's Earth, these mutated horrible creations are full of sin and hatred. They run rampant here, unabashed. This place is chaos. The Black Farm is a circus of freaks and monsters. And it's your eternity.”

Fear boiled in my gut like thick oil. No. No this couldn't be my end. I didn't believe in stuff like this. This wasn't real! I would wake up soon and realize I was just having a nightmare! That had to be it!

Danny stood before me and lightly slapped my face, “Hey, hey! Don't go into hysterics on me. I haven't finished yet.”

I raised my teary eyes to meet his.

Danny smiled, “You can always Feed the Pig.”

My breath pushed from my lungs like burning steam, “W-what does that mean?”

Danny spread his hands, still smiling, “It's as simple as that. Feed the Pig. If you do so, there's a chance he'll send you back to your life.”

“A-and w-what happens if it doesn't?” I bumbled.

“You get sent to Hell. So flip a coin if you have one. Stay here with us or Feed the Pig. If you choose to stay, I'll let you go...I'll let you go out there,” he said, pointing towards the door, “But let me assure you...what awaits you at the end of the hallway...well...let's just say Hell isn't that much worse.

I swallowed hard, trying my best to digest everything. Why wouldn't I try Feeding the Pig? Whatever that meant. If there was even a sliver of hope, I would take it. An eternity in this place, the Black Farm, be sent to Hell, or...or Feed the Pig? I would do anything for a chance to go back. This nightmare made my problems seem nothing in comparison.

Danny raised a hand before I could speak, “I'll let you think on it a while. I'll be back later.”

“I want to Feed the Pig!” I cried, not wanting to spend another second in this awful room. I could hear a woman screaming down the hallway, her cries rising as something meaty pounded into her. My breath came in sharp pulls and my throat burned. Danny noticed the noise and grinned.

“Sounds pretty bad huh?” He said softly as the woman's voice creaked with agony. Something was still slamming into her, the sound of beaten flesh igniting my imagination with horrors.

“Please,” I gasped, breathless, “Just...just let me Feed the Pig. I don't want to stay here any longer.”

Danny turned away from me, “I'll be back later. Enjoy your time alone. Really think about your situation. Weigh your options. And remember...you put yourself here.”

And with that he was gone, leaving me in the dim room.

Tears streamed down my face.

The woman didn't stop screaming for hours.

At some point, I fell into a semi-sleep. The darkness in the room seemed to press in on me and my eyes fluttered shut. My body ached and my throat was a halo of fire. Thirst raked at my windpipe like sharp glass. My lips felt like crumpled paper. My head thundered like a drum. The room swam in and out of focus and my mind drifted towards the horrific sounds that never ended.

I was lost in a haze, unaware that something was sliding into the room until I felt a sharp prick on my big toe. I jolted out of my daze as my bare foot ignited with pain. I screamed and tried to move, but my bindings held me tight.

The room rushed back into focus and I blinked in agony as I felt blood trickle between my toes. I looked down for the source of pain and I felt a scream claw up my throat.

Staring up at me was an armless man. He slithered on the floor like a worm, his bald head scabbed and filthy. His legs were wrapped together in barbed wire, forcing him to wriggle his body to move. His eye were lidless and wide, two bloodshot white orbs that stared up at me with hungry intensity. His teeth had been removed and replaced with long screws which jutted from his bleeding gums like a broken rock formation.

Around his neck was a chain leash, which I followed across the floor to the open door. The end of the leash was held by a tall, naked man. His body was hairless and flabby, covered in similar scabs like his pet. A dirty bag was pulled over his head that hid his features except for a single red eye that peeked out at me from a crude cut in the cloth.

He stared at me and groped his engorged penis, his breath heavy and labored. As the armless man wriggled towards me again, his master started to masturbate. I screamed as the screw filled mouth bit at me again and my cries seemed to stimulate the naked man even more.

“Get off of me! Stop it!” I screamed, horrified. I tried to kick at the man, doing my best to avoid his sharp metal teeth. I brought my heel down on his head and he screamed as his face bounced off the floor.

A moan of pleasure escaped the bagged man's mouth and I turned away as a mist of black sprayed out onto the floor. There was a rattle of chains and I turned back to see the two of them leaving, the armless man dragged by his neck out the door. I looked at where the bagged man had ejaculated and saw a puddle of dead ants. I vomited onto myself, thick chunky curtains of bile and slime.

“GET ME OUT OF HERE!” I screamed, strands of puke running down my chin, “I DON'T BELONG HERE!”

I listened to the two men retreat down the hallway, the clank of chains accompanied by the sound of flesh being dragged across the concrete. I screamed again, but I knew no one was going to help me. I spit a wad of phlegm and bile onto the floor, ridding my mouth of its sourness. I forced myself to calm down. It wasn’t easy.

After some time, I heard someone else approaching. I had been in a miserable lull, my mind a blank canvas of dark despair, but the noise roused me from my trance like state. The muscles in my arms burned from being restrained for so long and I shifted them desperately, trying my best to prepare myself for whatever horror was about to walk through the door.

Cont. Pt 2

[latinalesbi]

I think all the Sherri Polo selfies & everything from today has definitely made up for the lack of interviews & press stuff we didn't get before the season started . I'm so happy

Cry? Right. What a day of gifts. We had a long drought and even though Teri is staying away from twitter, they managed to give us goodies. I am so happy about it. I don’t know about y’all but I really needed that.

Anonymous said:                                                                      Is it me or is teri’s hair a lot longer? I wonder if she’s letting it grow again                   

You know, it’s really short in the back. It’s just long up top and really blonde. It’s “Teri” style but as she said on the facebook live she really can’t change it much so she’ll be back to Stef come April!

Anonymous said:                                                                      That’s it. If I have to watch Brandon on top of his girlfriend post orgasm then I should be allowed to see the Mommas in the exact same situation!!  Fair is fair!

Right? Last time I had to sit through Brallie sex, I said, fuck this, I better see Stef and Lena on top of each other. And I got it! So, yeah I am going to need some heavy breathing post-orgasm Stef and Lena now. Equity my friends. I didn’t need to see that but since I did, I demand the pretty now!

 Anonymous said:                                                                   

 How did you like the premiere? I really thought Frankie was going to come up when Lena was in the church. Like I thought she was going to say something about how she couldn’t lose another child because she already lost her. 

The scene at the church was amazing but short. You know I waned some connection to Frankie. I mean Lena has already lost a child and I’d like some connection to that. She’s going to be taking the burden with Jesus, so I would like some of that. I am not giving up hope on that. The episode was fast paced so it went fast but not in a bad way. Stef and Lena were perfect and I just can’t wait for more.

Anonymous said: 

do you think aj and callie will reconcile or do you think she’ll get with aaron? i get that he’s trans representation but i hate his character!

Anonymous said:

Callie and AJ are so cute together. I think Callie is falling in love with him or already has fallen for him. I just hope that the writers don’t ruin their relationship

From one of Maia’s recent interviews it does seem like there will be trouble for Callie and AJ :( At least Joanna is a big shipper so there’s hope. Maia says she loves AJ but she’s too busy with everything around her to give her all like AJ does. And that she also leans on boys when she’s in trouble and that’s where the Aaron thing comes from. I can’t see them making me like Aaron, so to me he’s just boring and another thing to skip over. I want Callie to get jealous when that girl comes into AJ’s life because Callie is letting him get away. On the other hand, I think AJ needs to remember the girl he fell for. The social justice warrior that took him under wing. That’s who she is and he is going to have to get on board. I have hope for them.

Anonymous said:                                                       How much do you want to bet that Courts pregnant now

Ugh, the whole thing was gross. I wouldn’t be surprised.                  

Anonymous said:

The facebook live video was such a good compensation for the lack of Stef & Lena scenes in last night’s episode.:D Teri & Sherri were all over each other in the video. I really missed them together, their little touches, and when they look into each others’ eyes, and Teri kisses Sherri’s forehead, I was melting. When I thought their chemistry couldn’t get any better, here they are, it totally resonates on screen, love them! :)          

I didn’t think there was a lack of Stef and Lena. It was a minute count, around 12 minutes, but it was very good and very intense. A lot of touching and lot of character development. I was satisfied. I mean, I am always going to want more but for an ep that had all the characters in it, it was good. I am worried about what’s to come but heck, we got a season 5, I am riding high!

Sherri Polo on the other hand, oh geez that was needed. It had been so long. I totally respect Teri and her choices but thank god for Sherri who gives us stuff and Brad. Brad is totally on board! I missed them so much I had to gif! Their chemistry and friendship is as good as ever, their energy fuels this entire thing. I love how everyone isn’t phased at all by their intensity!

Anonymous said:

Okay, was anyone else really bothered by Emma’s treatment of Mariana? Yes, she made mistakes but she was being emotionally manipulated by Nick and made bad decisions from a place of fear. I’m tired of people blaming Mariana for Nick’s actions - and it was especially galling to watch it done by someone who claims to be a feminist. I’m sick of Emma. She can go. I need the show to address how messed up what she said was and then I need her to go far, far away. Permanently.

Yeah, I think she was tough on Mariana but she was feeling I think angry about Jesus’ situation so I kinda forgive her. However, I can see how Mariana then feels like it’s all her fault but really they aren’t portraying it as it happened. Marian wasn’t “seeing Nick” all along. She was keeping his harassment of her a secret. She was guilted into seeing him and now she’s being guilted into taking responsibility. Yeah, Jesus was protective of Mariana, but he was also protecting jerky bio dad when he got a nail in his head. I don’t mind Emma but I wonder how she’ll deal with a clearly different Jesus.  The only thing Mariana needs a talking about is her addiction.

It just brings me back to everyone expecting these kids to react as typical kids do. These kids are foster kids though, they don’t come from stable homes with lots of love. They come from addiction and abandonment. Stef and Lena do the best they can but that damage was done early and those kids continue to make decisions based on that damage. Other than Brandon, he’s just spoiled.

 Anonymous said:                                                                      Sherri is just completely infatuated with Teri. I mean Nick was right there and I didn’t see her put her arm around him or stare at him while he was talking or rub her lips on his shoulder which I think is a super intimate thing to do. I do t know. The vibe is there. And it’s super strong.             

I mean, whatever they got going on, it’s super special. When Sherri says , my love my love, it’s real. Nick? Do you mean Danny? Yeah, I mean that whole cast knows, don’t get in the middle of Sherri and Teri. They sat together on the couch, on the floor, and the on that nook for the facebook live thing. Sherri and Teri don’t have many boundaries left which is fantastic for their portrayal of a married couple. I am just glad that it is still there 4 years of filming and those two aren’t sick of each other at all. It’s as wonderful as ever.

Anonymous said: 

Was Sherri nuzzling with Teri’s shoulder or was that a kiss? Either way I love it. & Teri kissing Sherri’s forehead, Sherri looked like she was melting. They’re love is so beautiful to watch! I’m glad they’re back on my screen. First time they weren’t ying & yang, but they seemed intertwined. Sherri’s hand was behind Teri (we only saw that once though) & it looked like Teri’s hand or arm was on Sherri sometimes. I love go close they are, it’s wonderful to see. Thanks for the FB live gifs!  

Nuzzling I think but with lips lol. Is that a kiss technically? Sherri did look like she was melting. Maybe they hadn’t seen each other for a bit, they looked to be having the best time. I am so happy they were back on my screen as themselves and Stef and Lena.

And yeah, they were wearing similar clothes but their energy is still very ying and yang.  And you’re welcome for the gifs! It had been so long and they were so cute together, I just had to!