#Nobody else warrants a tag I think

[ksen-noodles]

The Meat! The tragicomedy!

Center of the perfect cast for this production!

@askoverkill introduced our main Little Bastard, and the expressions are TO DIE FOR

[occasionallycoinpin]

i think this thing’s been here long enough to warrant a pinned post

occasionally coinpin in:

featuring everyone’s favorite characters: Coiny, Pin, and that god-forsaken Coiny Speaker Box

q & a under the cut

what the hell is this?

exactly what it says on the tin. posting my crappy coinpin doodles, occasionally. usually at least once every one or two days, but who the hell knows if i can keep that up.

who do i hold responsible for this crud?

that would be me, @tapwater118. while this blog is strictly dedicated to coinpin, i do non-coinpin related things over there if that suits your fancy.

what kind of coinpin is on the menu?

mostly “canon” (i.e. not adhering to any au), but there will also sometimes be stuff based on idfb fear garden, as well as my own aus (which you can maybe find more details about on my main blog).

additionally, while the humor may sometimes be raunchy and crude, the will be no NFSW content.

(idk where else to put this but non-occasionally coinpin posts with be tagged with ‘#not occasionally’ in case you don’t want to listen to me ramble about dumb crap)

“but, but, that’s not how it is in canon!!!”

my blog, my headcanons. if you don’t like it, go make your own [blank]ly coinpin blog so i can sue you for great financial benefit.

what can i, a humble coinpin fan, do to participate in this wonderful blog?

well for starters, reblogs are always appreciated. if everyone who reads this reblogs at least one coinpin post we will take over the website by the end of the fiscal year.

also, the ask box is open! submit occasionally coinpin ideas there, and if i use it, you get credit and bragging rights. what fun! (do note that just because you submit a suggestion does NOT mean i will use it. some of you have very dumb ideas) (also i tend to plan these out a bit in advance, so suggestions are somewhat saved for periods when the creative juices aren’t flowing)

regarding the asks, i will IGNORE any submissions that fall into any of the following categories:

- anything that does not involve coinpin. i feel like this is obvious but it is worth saying regardless

- “do something from the latest jnj video!!!” i will do that regardless of what any of you say, so zip it

- anything nfsw, as stated before there will be no nfsw here. go get your fix elsewhere

do note that i also might not do a request if it involves a series/thing i am not familiar with, though of course it still doesn’t hurt to ask (nobody’s a mind reader)

coinpin :)

coinpin :)

[jjtheresidentbaby]

regressuary day 3: pre canon

» for @regressuary & link to bingo card here

» rg!jinx & cg!silco | on my ao3 | wrd count: 595

» summary: jinx overhears silco talking to sevika and gets insecure

» tags: pre canon, hurt/comfort, possessiveness, swearing, jinx calls silco dad, mentioned physical violence

Jinx leans back in her position on one of the support beams in Silco’s office, watching as Sevika walks out of the room with her new task on her brain. It’s been twenty minutes of the two discussing things back and forth, namely Sevika telling Silco that Jinx is a problem. As if.

She’s the problem? Right and Sevika is a goddamned Saint. Jinx seethes in her skin as she waits a few more moments to make sure nobody is going to walk back in before she drops to Silco’s desk with a rather large crash.

“Jinx didn’t I tell you to stop doing that?” She merely huffs and curls her knees up to her chest, already feeling her smaller headspace coming out and the rage turn to something sadder.

“Sevika thinks you should get rid of me.” It’s been said so many time Jinx swears her name in Sevika’s head is ‘number one problem’ and not her already demeaning real name Jinx.

“And I told her to worry about her own issues.” Silco’s busy tinkering with something to pay close attention to Jinx and she’s able to stare at him without being stared back at.

They’ve been running Zaun for so long now and yet, Jinx hasn’t been cast out of Silco’s life. Part of her doesn’t understand it. She knows she can cause messes and get herself into sticky situations and any other leader would’ve cut her out ages ago but- Silco insists on keeping her around.

“You’re supposed to be my dad.” She mutters and the mumble in her voice betrays her attempts at trying to come off as big. Silco pauses his project, placing it down and rolling his chair closer enough to put a hand on Jinx’s head.

“I am. Sevika is an employee.” Their eyes meet and Jinx feels hers well up with hot tears.

“You were talking to her like you talk to me. You’re mine.” Desperation bleeds into Jinx’s words and she has the sudden urge to hunt Sevika down and make sure she really understands what Silco means to Jinx.

“I would never care for anyone else the way I care for you.” Silco wraps a hand around Jinx’s cheek to pull her face away from her knees, his thumb brushing the stray tears from her pale skin, and an understanding tilt of his head towards her. He knows how Jinx can get caught up in herself and how protective she gets over her and Silco’s relationship, especially after he found out she regressed and started to care for her.

“Even Sevika?” If it would be anyone that Silco would take care of aside from Jinx, it’d be her. She’s the only one close enough to Silco to ever warrant Jinx’s suspensions.

“I would burn the world down for you, baby blue.” Hearing the nickname, Jinx uncurls herself and practically launches into Silco’s lap to be wrapped in his arms.

“I love you dad.” She only ever says it while she’s regressed but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to when she’s big, it just feels… more justified when she’s little.

They don’t talk about feelings or anything of the sort but when Jinx drops she’s able to blame her sensitive feelings on that. It’s just a side effect, Silco had told her once. He’s always saying that. Anything out of the ordinary that Jinx does is simply caused by the shimmer, she likes that answer, it takes some blame away her.

“You’re perfect.” He says back and Jinx reads it easily: I love you too.

[thehollowwriter]

🖊 for Finn? Thank you!

Something I sometimes ponder is what would happen if Finn somehow found Lamentations. As in, the actual stack of paper Silas was writing on. Obviously in order to find it he would have to be actively snooping through Silas' stuff, cause Silas wouldn't leave something like that lying around, and I can't really think of anything that would warrant him doing that? But let's not worry about that. Most of Silas' past is an utter mystery to Finn and even though he does know Silas came from the Abyss, he could never even begin to grasp the horrors down there.

I suppose what makes it so interesting to me is that it would give Finn an entirely new perspective on his father, and give him a better understanding of why Silas is so... Silas. Cause tbh a lot of the stuff Silas does and a lot of the things Silas makes Finn do has Finn rather confused and questioning why any of this is happening, which sometimes even causes them to butt heads and argue.

For example, Finn doesn't always like hunting, and the hunting drills that Silas makes him do feel like a chore, but saying that makes Silas act on edge and fidgety and things sometimes escalate into an argument. And ofc Finn is very aware that Silas doesn't behave at all like a ""normal"" parent because nobody shuts up about it and though some things have him like 🤨 "huh" he really doesn't care cause that's just how Silas is.

Also... unfortunately there was a period of time right after Finn was born where Silas was projecting all of his grief and anger onto Finn (and at one point, blamed him for everything that went down "If I never had you, this wouldn't have happened") and there were moments were he just... didn't want Finn and was debating giving up and handing Finn over to Morrigan's parents. This was, of course, during a time when Silas was recovering from an overblot, grieving, utterly sleep-deprived, looking after an infant, and trying to deal with his disabilities all at once so his mental state wasn't the most stable and the thoughts he was having weren't the best. Things began to clear and get better once Timo took over, and Silas got a chance to actually rest, and he felt absolutely awful for even thinking such things.

But like. C'mon. Reading something like that would be an utter gut punch, especially come from your father, who you love and respect more than anything else. I doubt Finn would even dare to actually read any of the writing once he realised what it was, but the "what if" of Finn learning there was a, albeit short, peroid of time where his Papa actually hated him. A lot of Finn's confidence and high self-esteem is because of Silas and Silas' utter adoration of him, so something like that??? It would fuck him up but he also wouldn't be able to talk about it cause then he'd have to be like "Hey Papa so I snooped through your stuff and read through your very very private journal and-" yeah no.

This won't ever happen, but it's an idea I find really interesting.

Edit: OH YEAH THERE'S ALSO THE WHOLE MATTER OF SILAS' OB. Finn eventually figured out that Silas overblotted at some point in the past, but he didn't know when, where, or why. Learning the details of it though, the fact that it was a possible cause of baby Finn eating his siblings... now THAT is something that would truly fuck with his mind

Tagging: @distant-velleity @br3adtoasty @rainesol @theleechyskrunkly @harryinramshackle

@galaxies-and-gore @cyanide-latte @cynthinesia @officialdaydreamer00 @krenenbaker

@offorestsongs @kitwasnothere @elenauaurs @boopshoops @inotonline

@1dont-really-know @nemisisnemi @minteasketches @elysia-nsimp @skrimpyskimpy

@casp1an @offorestsongs @tixdixl @poisoned-pearls @the-trinket-witch

@ramshacklerumble @ghostiidasponk @thegoldencontracts @sillyslipperybananapeel @cloudcountry

@skriblee-ksk @twstinginthewind @lumdays @theolivetree123 @authoruio

@jewelulu @moonyasnow @skibidibabygirl @quartztwst @yuizenihaswriten

@oya-oya-okay @kirans-wonderland @coffinkissez @idikeis @s-t-y-x @minutewondertwist

@random-twst-and-oc-stuff

[damnfandomproblems]

5893

Lmao... We're not getting into this wank again, are we? Especially so soon after the total dumpster fire of minor-sent asks from the other problem?

["Just because there isn't sexual content in the show, doesn't mean the fandom needs to add it in there."]

Erk. Wrong. Fandom is the place for doing things that weren't in the original media. The most obvious example? Hey, those characters weren't gay or in a relationship in the show, but they could totally be a couple! They have so much in common! Let's make them gay in our art and fic.

If you can't grasp this most basic concept, you really have no authority to be dictating what is, or isn't, warranted in fandom. But let's keep going, shall we?

["I hate when I'm looking for fanfiction and I see minors being shipped with adults or even young characters doing the deed with other young characters."]

Where, pray tell, are you even looking for these fanfictions? On the tumblr app, which is 18+? In a general tumblr tag, which doesn't have a max age limit? On AO3, which also doesn't have a max age limit, and is more akin to a library which will, obviously, have all manners of content?

And you can hate whatever ships and dynamics you want, nobody's stopping you. I hate Starker with a passion. But you know what I do? I filter, and I use xkit, and I blacklist, and if that's not possible, I avoid the places it's likely to pop up. Because I accept the fact that I can change my behavior, but I can't stand at the beach in front of a massive tsunami, and hold up my hand and expect it to stop. Nobody else is at that beach except you. You're the one who didn't heed the age restrictions (or lack of) of the spaces and the general freedom of those spaces, and is now standing there, about to drown, and all the other fans are standing on higher ground tsking and shaking their heads, because it's just that stupid.

["I think fandoms for kid shows should be safe places."]

Safe space for who? For kids? There are entire fandoms for Lego, for ATLA, for MLP, and for dozens if not hundreds and thousands of other kid's properties that are populated largely by adults. Because guess what? Kids grow up. People are kids for like 1/6 of their lifespan. And you think ATLA fans will simply stop existing in fandom spaces once they hit 18 or 21? What an incredibly sad way to see things.

You want a safe space for kids, make your own space. Default fandom on the internet is inherently not a space geared towards kids! Not just because, well, it's on the internet, and we all know about rule 34 (if you don't, look it up), but because the existence of a fandom for any given property has zero obligation to only have kids in it. For the reason I just described above.

You're coming into spaces with a naive and uninformed idea of what that involves, then acting like everyone else is at fault.

Don't.

Posting as a response to a previous problem.

[wingsoffirenames]

Welcome to the Wings of Fire Names account!

Don't know what to name your new OC? Need to name a minor character in your story? Wanna just browse for fun? Whether it's that or anything in-between and beyond, this blog is here to help.

"What is the purpose of this blog?"

I've been stockpiling names from all over for a long time, and wanted to reorganize my list when I realized that this is something that can help people, so this blog was made for the purpose of helping people find names for their WoF OCs, or anything else they might want them for. I have collected thousands as it is so hopefully there will be something here for everyone.

"Run me through how it'll work!"

First things first, I will run through all the names I already have. However afterwards, I will allow suggestions for new ones, and I'm always finding new ones myself, so there will hopefully be frequent additions!

Posts will be separated by first letter of the name and by tribe. I will also include hybrid names! Tribids and others my be a possibility in the future, but I am not doing them just yet. Alongside each name will be a small explanation for it! Each post will contain 50 names unless it's more efficient to include more or less for that post. Here's examples of how it will look:

Green (The color green.)

Aquamarine (A Jewel, and a shade of blue.)

Conure (A type of bird.)

That is how the lists will be structured! Also as a note, NightWing names will be separated into one word names as well as prefixes and suffixes that you can mix and match, better replicating their unique naming manner. After all the names from my initial collections are cleared, add-ons/updates (whatever you'd like to call or think of them as. Just new names I find, really.) will come whenever I feel like I have enough new names to in my eyes warrant one, and those posts won't be separated by letter except for in the tags, but will continue being separated by tribe. The letter separation is just to make clearing out the initial lists smoother because I have so many. Once I run out of names (since it's likely going to happen at some point even if I don't foresee it being particularly soon), I might be open to helping people with other aspects of their OCs such as personalities or appearances, but we'll have to see what happens whenever that point is reached.

Posts will be tagged with the general fandom tags, as well as with #[tribe] names (hybrids will be marked with each individual tribe then #[tribe/[tribe] names, twice for both positions), #[letter] names, then a variety of tags for themes. I will at some point make a masterlist for theme tags and any other tags that need it, so sorting will be as easy as possible, and these lists will be linked here when they're made. Any other posts will be marked as #not names. Questions regarding the blog are tagged #qna. That should be all, but I'll edit this if new tags are added.

Suggestions will be taken through the inbox, and will get posted individually unless I have an upcoming batch I can place them with. You can suggest as many names as you want per message. This should hopefully account for the entire structure and roadmap for this blog, but feel free to also send in any questions, comments, concerns, etc you have about anything! I'll post as frequently as I can, but note that it can take a while to clean up my lists fully and annotate them!

That should be all for now but if any new information comes up it will be added here.

"Tell me about the blog runner!"

I go by Michelle, use she/her, 20 years old. You can find my main account in the blog description. I love the silly little dragons a lot and like stated previously I enjoy collecting names and want to share them! I don't know if anyone else has done this before but either way I'm just doing this for fun. Surprised nobody took this URL yet! The blogs theme is Queen Moorhen literally just because I like her a lot lol. Feel free to ask if you have questions!

Have a good day!

[heardsomedickwasbeinmeantoyou]

WIP WEDNESDAY

this is from my pov manchurian catholic eddie semi-epistolary buddie accidental sexting wip, which is currently at 2.6k (and counting!) xp

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Eddie's not at all surprised when his phone buzzes on his nightstand, regardless of the fact it's twenty to midnight and he and Buck are on shift together at eight AM. 

Buck: still feeling frustrated? really wish i could help out, man 😣🆘💪🏻🎁✌🏻💞

Then another buzz as Eddie's still deciphering the emoji story he's almost positive nobody else in the world bar him and Christopher would be able to understand. 

Buck: you sure there isn't anything i can do for you?? 🤔🤔🥰🥰

Eddie smiles, even if there's really dulce nada Buck can do to bleach out Eddie's disturbing visions of Marisol dressed as la Santa Maria that appear every time his dick so much as brushes against his boxer briefs.

It's been way too long since Eddie jerked off, and he's starting to feel a little like Pepa’s pressure cooker. 

He taps out a reply. 

Not unless you know how to perform whatever the opposite of an exorcism is. 

And that—doesn't even make sense. But he knows Buck will get it.

He takes a breath and sighs harshly on the exhale, and it's probably more forceful (and definitely more dramatic) than warranted, but Eddie's currently feeling pretty petulant so can't bring himself to give a shit.

His phone buzzes again in his hand.

Buck: still feel as if the big beardy man in the sky is watching, huh? 🧔☁️👀🫣

Eddie stares at the words man and watching on his phone screen, and squirms a little in his bed sheets when completely unsolicited images of Buck and Tommy in Buck's big bed flash through his mind, as if Eddie's scrolling the thumbnails on the only page of PornHub he's ever looked at.

He blinks. 

What the fuck. 

He swallows. Feels a little like rice pudding. Wonders where the hell that came from. 

Hell, just like you said, Eddie's catholic guilt supplies.

He hasn't been to church in years, certainly doesn't pray anymore, and doesn't even really think about God or the church in conjunction with his upbringing, at least not much anyway. He has read that indoctrination at a formative age is a pretty crazy thing, though.

Eddie's parents are still angry he doesn't want religion playing a big part in Christopher's life.

But is he—is Eddie feeling weird about Buck and Tommy having sex?

Tommy on top of Buck… Buck behind, Tommy on all fours... Buck with his mouth around—

Holy fucking shit.

Eddie's going to need a lot more brain bleach.

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my tags, play or nay, are under the cut 😁

@inell @woodchoc-magnum @sortasirius @angela-feelstoomuch @eddiegettingshot @veronae-buddie @daffi-990 @kitteneddiediaz @watchyourbuck @treasurehuntbuck @wildehacked @colonoscopys

[exosorcery]

"We Are Sorry"

So, Sim went ahead and posted that video he took on his Kay Dee website... Remember? The one where he busted in on his momma when she was in the middle of pouching her eggs, and refused to shut it down when he was told to? WELL. The entire Holonet saw it - and now a fair number of local folks - in true "Dor'in Rough Justice" fashion - want his head on a platter. Unfortunately, since she is the executive producer on the page, they want Zim's too.

This is what happened a week after the house arrest warrant went out.

A few notes:

That psychosis KD mommas get is an extreme "maternal protective" biological imperative that makes her feral for two weeks or so while the young in her pouch are most vulnerable. The closest comparison I can muster is to the CJ Cherrryh state of "Dhisais" from "Hunter of Worlds" (if you are familiar with that work).

Thanks to PloKoon'sDisapprovingEyebrows and their KD language spreadsheet - I borrowed "my little nonsense baby" although I didn't use the KD word. I need to find that spreadsheet again.

The "Vulcan Nerve Pinch" knockoff is a survival-based thing KD mommas used to do to rambunctious youngsters when they needed to settle them FAST and keep them quiet. Done in just the right spot beneath the extrasensory organs, it creates a mild brain stun - and knocks them out for twenty minutes or so. Most teens will never have it done to them. Zim does it when Sim is a jerk and he hates it - he never sees it coming. Ever.

"Shazzed" is short for Shazbat. Remember that? I'm an old lady, so I do :)

If I think of anything else I will add it later.

I wish I knew how to properly tag people here - still learning how to use this Tumblr stuff. Please nobody feel excluded! I'm working on it.

Enjoy!

[queers-gambit]

Hello,I wanted to say I admire your work and hope you continue with your wonderful stories.

I would like advice as a new fic writer myself. How long did it take before your work got noticed. Did/do you have any doubts? I know I have. TYSM for the fics -🍋‍🟩

hey, poppet. thank you for popping in, it's so very kind of you! more advice? fuck yeah, 50 points to Slytherin!

this got a little longer than i anticipated.

new fic writer, huh? so... you're, like, the new sheriff in these here parts? well, i only got ONE thing to say to the likes of you...

that's exciting! welcome! this town is big enough for all of us!

let's jump in -

soooo i've been reading fanficition since i was a kid, right? it's a comfort, it made sense in my brain, and it was something so deeply personal, i never shared it with anyone - friends or family. so this was always very niche to me.

being said, i've been an author most of my life. i've been legitimately published a few times - first when i was about 9/10 and last around 5ish years ago. no, not professionally, i didn't make a cent on those publications. so, i've been in the game for a while - BUT i didn't start PUBLISHING my fanfictions until the past, say, 3ish years?

now, look: technically, i started writing fanfics when i was first hospitalized in my early teens, using a pen and notebook because i was poor and couldn't afford a laptop (no shame, pen and paper are underrated). night shift came every 3 hours for vitals, so, i didn't get a whole lot of sleep - but i was able to write. a lot. it distracted me, it comforted me, and it was 100% mine which meant i never had to show or explain to anyone what i was doing.

i say this to try to illustrate, i didn't just walk on the scene as a writer and BOOM! got all this recognition. i started writing for myself, nobody else.

the thing to remember is that you're not writing for instant gratification - and if you are, you're setting yourself up for failure because it's going to feel stressful and "not worth" because your fics aren't getting hundreds of likes. don't let your self-worth be decided by numbers: height, weight, money in your bank account, fanfiction notes...

however, being said, i fucking get it. first thing i published was HC's about dating Eddie Munson because i had read so many and felt a couple ideas were missed or overlooked, so, i just had this compulsion to write. then, it was this thought of, "well, if i had this idea, maybe other people have, too, or at the very least, might like to read it." so i sat on the front step of my house, overtagged my HC's, and hit publish. it garnered a couple hundred likes within a few hours, then every time i opened Tumblr, there was 99+ notifications. i felt like my soul lifted, realizing, "hey... maybe i could write some more? i have a few other ideas and it feels SO good to be recognized. validate me, internet strangers!"

so, i weaponized my mania and published some more.

but i still struggle with this on occasion. yes, most of the times, my fics warrant X numbers of likes, but i find myself disappointed in the amount of written responses - like comments or messaged praise. i see other authors having full on debates, conversations, theory projections, and being inundated with messages; and think "damn, maybe i'm really not that great since nobody comes around to express their impression; to feed me compliments!" but you see what that is, right?

it's Imposter Syndrome. none of this shit actually matters.

your writing is GOOD whether at 2, 20, 200, 2k notes and the only person who can bestow this title or confidence is yourself. you're the architect, the driver, the artist - so stand by your writing. stand on business. then nothing can touch or phase you; you'll become your own worst enemy and most supportive critic.

nobody's opinion matters if YOU have pride in YOURSELF.

got it? great. now -

here's my advice:

🍒 learn to tag. -> tag your fic appropriately by Muse, fandom, pairing. -> the more tags, the wider the audience it'll reach. -> if i want to read Aemond Targaryen, that's the tag i go to. if i want Daemon, that's the tag i go to. Readers do not want to scroll through Daemon fics on the Aemond tag - so learn to do it properly. -> it's respectful, you know? and it def helps picking up a few followers because they peep you respect the rules.

🍒 practice summary writing. -> give Readers just enough to hook them. -> i recommend just giving the basics so Readers can decide if your fic has the general gist of what they're interested in reading. i like alluding to plot twists in summaries because it piques Reader interest. -> i personally do not read fics that have no summary. i want to know what i'm jumping into, if this is worth my time to read, if it'll satisfy whatever craving i have. -> you can use a trick i learned in a journalism class where newspaper headlines have to be a single sentence that essentially answer "who, what, when, where, why?"

again, tag your fics properly because if i'm looking for angst (in the angst tag) and the summary alludes to something more fluffy, i can move on.

🍒 sharpen your diction and syntax skills. -> diction is your word choice and syntax is sentence structure. so play around with what sounds most natural in your head. -> what words would your Muse actually use? how would they say it? do they use flowery language (like TROP Elrond) or are they gruffer (like ST Billy Hargrove)? -> diction gives stories personalities. i said what i said.

🍒 give "enough" detail in your introduction. -> this is your fic's elevator pitch. -> i like listing: what's the summary, who's the Muse, what fandom, word count, any author notes, and content warnings. it gives your audience an idea of what you're about; like dipping a toe in water instead of diving in. -> a very frustrating feeling trying to read something that you have no genuine interest in but you don't know until you get X% of the way through it. -> again, i can't speak for others, but i won't entertain fics that don't have introductions - or at the very least, summaries.

🍒 get comfortable with your own humility. -> not every fic is going to be a hit. own that. accept that. -> do not gaslight yourself into thinking just because a fic has less notes (or kudos, whatever) it's lesser-than writing.

example: i was SO excited to publish Don't You (Forget About Me) because i thought it was so good. like, arguably some of my better work, but it didn't do well with Readers. it was disheartening but also humbling because while the fic picked up traction, i remind myself that i'm still a fanfic reader at heart and so long as i like it, who cares how many notes it has?

🍒 if you have a story, write that shit. -> don't be discouraged, "oh, nobody is gonna read this, nobody wants this," because who cares about that? you have a story to tell, so write that shit! tell your story! i promise there are people out there that will entertain it!

🍒 praise yourself because if you wait for strangers on the internet to do it, you're not always going to get the response you WANT.

🍒 be kind. -> to yourself. -> to others. -> to me... please 😂

i gave another anon some advice a bit back, you can check that out here if you'd like!

i hope this helps even a little. i encourage everyone to write, no matter what the driving factor. have fun with it, challenge yourself, practice practice practice.

come back anytime, poppet, and when you publish (or not, whatever), send it my way - i'd love to give your work a read! all my very best! i hope writing can do for you what it's done for me.

all my love 🖤

[stillness138]

5 things i'm able to rant about for an hour without preparation, or, the brainworms tag game

thank u @thirstyforred ☺️

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i think i'm quite predictable, but lemme try

1. yeah, this one takes the top spot here too, surprising nobody. the witcher, text, lore, metatext. or however it's called when the writer had a goal and we all have to live with his increasingly more nonsensical way of reaching it. everything about it makes me go insane and what perhaps the most is the way people - and i now mostly mean writers other than Sapek - handle the material after him. the good and the bad. these books and whatever came out of them thematically touch me like nothing else does and i can't imagine a world where the attachment i have to it all didn't exist. an hour would barely suffice to get started.

2. art and art history. obviously, so i don't have to type a whole lot here. i always did it, i studied it, it's a fundamental part of me. if we ever go to a museum, give me something to chew on so i don't yap the whole way through.

3. meteorology. i just think they're neat meme but it's clouds and our atmosphere. it's a bit deeper than that though, i grew up in a gliding environment and this was an omnipresent, crucial part of it. my interest in severe weather resparked a couple years ago so now here i am, running out of the house whilst sick to take pictures of a thunderstorm. don't ask me about tornadoes.

4. the elder scrolls, with the clarification that i am very very far from actually knowledgeable about it. but it, for me, exists in a funnily similar place as the witcher when it comes to including ideas and themes, but also author and intent in how i look at these works. this would lead me to a whole tangent on how nothing exists in a vacuum and triple A videogame writing, probably. i really enjoy creating characters in this universe, maybe more than any other (they don't know i have like 30 tes ocs...), but keep the brainworms in check on purpose because if i cared about another thing at the mercy of corporate interest as much as i already do about that one, i think not even touching grass could help me.

5. i'm not sure if this is the best descriptor or if it deserves its own spot but...people? fandoms and cliques, how art is perceived and treated. how class and classism play into that. i feel strongly about these things because i find people fascinating and spend too much time on the internet, but i'm also who i am and interacting with people will sometimes inevitably make me ponder these things. it's why i put "theme shitaboutgiver" in my bio here tho so i guess gamers give me enough of a headache to warrant a spot on this list.

i also wanna know what vexes the rest of strays so consider yourselves tagged frens 🌼

[merryfortune]

The Barbieheimer Solution

Written for Year of the OTP - July

Prompts: Vacation Together | Power Swap | Enemies to Friends Lovers | “What are you doing here?” | Stars | Coffee Shop AU

Title: The Barbieheimer Solution

Ship 1: Respectfulshipping | Ryoken/Spectre

Ship 2: Zinniashipping | Aoi/Miyu

Ship 3: Crystalheartshipping | Aqua/Earth

Ship 4: Aiballshipping | Ai/Yusaku

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Vrains

Rating: T

Word Count: 3,719

Tags: Post-Canon, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Triple Date, Fluff, Forgiveness, Fandom Allusions

   “What are you doing here?”

   The flat affect was supremely annoyed and accompanied by hackles raising and brows furrowing. Aoi had her hands on her hip whilst Miyu scurried closer, clutching onto her girlfriend’s arms and it took Ryoken quite a fair bit not to mirror that onto himself and Spectre, who had been the one to receive such a scathing question from Aoi.

   “What? I’m not allowed to go to the cinemas?” Spectre asked, irate.

   “I, um, think we’re all here for the same reason.” Miyu whispered. “A date.”

   “To see the new Blue Angel anime movie?” Aoi exclaimed.

   “Yes.” Spectre said.

   “Why?” Aoi replied.

   “Because I like Blue Angel as well?” Spectre confusedly replied. As he did so, he raised his hand to his chest, his Duel Disc glinted underneath the cuff of his sleeve. An action he did not realise would be, in what the show business calls, foreshadowing.

   Ryoken sighed, “Come on, let’s just go find our seats.” He already was here to be nice. He would have much preferred to go to the movie in the next cinema room over, which was promising helicopter crashes and guns and explosions, but Spectre so very rarely requested to see movies, he was more than happy for it to be Spectre’s choice. 

   It was just a shame that in order to get to their seats, there first had to be a debacle. And there always had to be a debacle first which was what made taking Spectre out in public so difficult at all.

   He and Ryoken had been going one way, coming from the snack bar and ticket kiosk, and they - Sugisaki Miyu and Zaizen Aoi - had been coming from another direction: the photo booth set up, all giggly and smiley… Up until Aoi had spied Spectre from across the room which was quite an achievement. Albeit for all the wrong reasons.

   “Don’t you think it's a little strange for a cyber terrorist such as yourself to be going on dates?” Aoi asked. “Isn’t there a warrant out for your arrest or something?”

   “Not anymore thanks to the kind generosity of your brother, now, let’s all go. I’d hate to miss the adverts.” Ryoken said and he was trying so hard, so gallantly, so heroically, to move them all along but it just wasn’t working.

   Spectre was rooted to the comically coloured and garishly designed navy and rainbow carpets. As was Aoi, Miyu discovered when she graciously tried to take the hint and hurry on her own girlfriend per Ryoken’s lead.

   Aoi was still unhappy with the reply. Understandable. There was still bad blood between her and Spectre. Though it was understandable to anyone but Spectre, it seemed. Spectre continued to frown. Aoi continued to stare him down.

   “I also just find it incredibly strange,” she said, practically snarling by now, which did not suit her, Miyu would like to remark, as she was too cute to snarl underneath her fluffy brunette bob, “that you consider yourself a Blue Angel fan after what you did to her book?” 

   Aoi continued to fume and as she did so, she inadvertently mimicked Spectre’s own gesture of moving her arm so that the Duel Disc underneath her sleeve glinted. Two for two now, and per the show business rules of storytelling, that meant something was bound to happen or else it would be for naught and be wasted space in the script.

   “You’re still on that?” Spectre huffed. “That happened months ago. Move on, Blue Angel.”

   “Yes, I am. It was salt in the wound, you coward.” Aoi spat and she sharply wrung out her hand.

   Causing poor Aqua inside to have quite the experience of a tilter-whirl.

   “Whoa, Aoi, not so rough, please…” Aqua piped up.

   Her little voice was fragile as her eyes spun. She had to hold onto the rim of Aoi’s Duel Disc for leverage lest she get motion sick. For a blue creature, she looked almost green but her sudden appearance caused more commotion than she intended.

   Aoi and Miyu exchanged a look. As did Ryoken and Spectre. Then Earth popped out of Spectre’s Duel Disc, enchanted by the fact that he had heard Aqua’s voice. He looked quite happy, large hands over the edge of Spectre’s Duel Disc, all but grinning as he greeted Aqua from across the way. It was quite the ravine for two Ignis, not so much for Aoi and Spectre.

   “Aqua, it is good to see you. I did not realise that you would be coming.” Earth said, bright and chatty.

   “I didn’t realise you would be coming either.” Aqua replied, her eyes squinted in an Ignis smile.

   Ryoken stiffly turned his head to Spectre, he hissed through gritted teeth, “You didn’t tell me that he was coming.”

   “What was I meant to do?” Spectre asked in a small, embarrassed voice. He awkwardly held out his hand so the two Ignis could continue to chatter; a gesture mirrored by Aoi.

   And mirrored again with Miyu.

   The two girls huddled together much in the same way that Spectre and Ryoken were.

   “So, um, why is my Ignis in your Duel Disc, honey?” Miyu asked. “I know we share her but I thought she was at home.”

   “Miyu, sweetie, I also thought she was home.” Aoi replied.

   Aqua pouted, “Stop talking to me like I’m not here. How could I not be interested in seeing the movie based on the book which helped kindle you two’s most precious friendship. I apologise for not making myself known sooner but the bus was so crowded and-”

   “Aw, Aqua, if that was the case why didn’t you say so sooner, we would’ve loved to have brought you along.” Miyu laughed it off.

   The same could not be said about how Ryoken felt about Earth.

   The way that Ryoken felt about Earth. It was tolerable at best. It was mostly out of sheer stubbornness, of course. Ryoken had spent the better part of a decade seeking the total elimination of all the Ignis and the weakest parts of six months being jealous that he hadn’t been good enough to be his Father’s prized experiment period. So there was a lot happening there.

   But Earth had a good heart, bigger than his already big body. He got along with Spectre. And that was the main thing. Even if it did ruffle Ryoken’s feathers, disgruntle him, and otherwise find ways to annoy him but it was to be expected. For all intents and purposes, Earth was Spectre’s purse chihuahua and wherever he went, Earth had to come along.

   Even to dates at the movie where they were seeing the brand spanking new Blue Angel movie.

   Ryoken glanced at Aoi and Miyu. Their own conference appeared to be over. Aqua had a much better life with them than Earth did with him and Spectre. Ryoken sighed.

   “Let’s just get into the queue.” Ryoken said, sounding utterly defeated.

   “Oh, um, bye, Earth, see you later.” Aqua piped up before zipping back into the hidden depths of Aoi’s Duel Disc.

   Earth nodded his head and did the same. Spectre recanted his posture and appeared to be trying to un-dishevel himself from being gatekept by the canon Blue Angel URL holder between him and Aoi.

   “Yeah, we need to get our print off tickets. They still only take paper here. So, like, totally mediaeval.” Miyu said and she tugged on the sleeve of Aoi’s pastel blue cardigan to distract her.

   Aoi replied with a delicate and immutable grunt to acknowledge Miyu but her eyes were still on the prize of getting back at Spectre for, well, everything he had done to her. Nonetheless, it was a whole lot more different in the meat-space than the digital one. And so, the tension between Aoi and Spectre began to diffuse as Miyu very helpfully suggested that she and Aoi go to get the print-offs of their own pre-ordered tickets. Miyu dragged Aoi off and Ryoken did the same.

   They meshed into the crowd which was a queue. Ryoken stood around, listening to Spectre catch him up on the lore of the Blue Angel movie. Seemingly unaware of how yearningly Ryoken was looking at the rival debut movie’s posters at the far side of the theatre.

   The Five Dragons movie was easily Ryoken’s first choice. 

   That would have been a fantastic date, in Ryoken’s opinion. It promised everything and more from humanity over the edge of anti-Synchro domination, the apolcaplypse and all it brought. Thrills and spills, a story of fictionalised survival. It was like a bomb going off. That would have gotten all of Ryoken’s rocks off in the back of the theatre with Spectre.

   If he hadn’t brought Earth and hadn’t been such an anime aficionado. Still, Blue Angel was fine. Ryoken had read the books too since they were favourites of Spectre’s and did have a fond recollection of it. He probably would have enjoyed it were it not for the unexpected date crasher in the form of the orange and brown Earth Ignis. That could have been a good, nay, even great movie date.

   But then again so was going anywhere without Earth. 

   That was going to put yet another cramp on Ryoken’s plans to try and canoodle at the back of the cinema. He was fairly certain that Spectre would be too enraptured by the movie to even notice that Ryoken was trying to put the moves on him in the dark, the old hand over the shoulder manoeuvre, some kissing from the side. Trying to do that in sort of public would be difficult enough with Earth around and then again after that incredibly awkward encounter with Aoi, Miyu, and Aqua, too, Ryoken guessed.

   Still, there were over a hundred available seats in the specific theatre playing Blue Angel. There were a dozen other movies playing at the same time and then similar crowds for the others. It totally showed in the crowds, so Ryoken and Spectre weren’t too worried about bumping into the girls again.

   Though, that might have dampened Earth’s spirits. He would have liked to have spent more time with Aqua but oh well. He didn’t exactly have a say in that given who his Origin and his Origin’s boyfriend were.

   And so, despite the abrasion between the two sets of Blue Angel movie-goers, the queue did get shuffled so they thankfully ended up away from one another for its entire duration. The conversations moved on and the mood lightened again for both Ryoken and Spectre. The attendant hardly blinked twice as they tried to get everyone sorted and rounded up. This way madam, that way, sir. Every ticket barely sighted before it was stamped.

   It was just a shame that despite the distance put between them.

   They still ended up next to one another.

   “What are you doing here?” Aoi asked as she shimmied past the knees of other people from one direction, the left, as she encroached on Spectre who was barging past from the right.

   “Trying to watch a damn movie in peace if it would please you.” Spectre hissed.

   “Do you want to swap?” both Miyu and Ryoken piped up from over their respective partner’s shoulder buuuuuut…

   Aqua and Earth.

   Puppy dog eyes did not begin to describe how their expressions glittered and glimmered. There was no changing the arrangements of their pre-ordered seats now. So, entirely begrudgingly, Aoi and Spectre sat down next to one another inside the theatre. The lights of which began to barely dim as they rested their hands close to one another. Too close for their comfort, personally, but it was for Aqua and Earth’s sake. 

   It seemed a single date had become a double date which had become a triple date.

   Suddenly a movie with a runtime of just under two hours may as well as be slated for all eternity because neither Aoi or Spectre were looking forward to sitting next to one another as they watched. Miyu and Ryoken, however, were perfectly comfortable. Miyu kicked her feet up, Ryoken meanwhile had his hand in his extra large bucket of popcorn. Then, of course, Aqua and Earth were having the times of their lives, quaking in joy as they got all caught up from one anothers’ absence and were generally excited to be included in the human activity of movie watching.

   The lights continued to dim more and then whoosh. Bam, bang, the theatre opening flashed on the screen as it rolled down the wall and the adverts were cued. Thank goodness. The sweet oblivion of sugary saccharine anime couldn’t have come sooner.

   But first a word from our sponsors.

   Ryoken was very genuinely enthralled by the local business adverts whereas Miyu was just waiting for it to be over and done with. Aqua and Earth’s chatter had culled as Aoi and Spectre began to, well, it was obvious that out of everyone here. They were the ones who wanted to be here the most.

   Close proximity to a sworn enemy notwithstanding.

   From the sides, Miyu and Ryoken curiously observed how Aoi and Spectre’s reactions bizarrely synchronised as finally - fucking finally - the movie started. Their eyes lit up, their chests rose and fell with breaths taken and exhaled in perfect harmony to every dramatic beat in the movie. From the very first title plate credit screen.

   Both were over the moon to see their favourite fictional character from a children’s picture book be turned into a rated PG family blockbuster.

   And what a movie it was.

   As far as Aoi and Spectre were concerned, it had everything. It had stunning, elaborate visuals and eloquently executed themes of friendship, loneliness, and redemption. It had everything: drama, action, a dash of comedy, and completely sated the child in their hearts as they watched, not even blinking lest they miss a second of what was fast becoming their favourite movie period. Easily blowing out the lesser, previous iterations of the Blue Angel canon. 

   Especially and most importantly the abominable live-action movie, both of which had the independent opinion that it should not be mentioned. A total blemish on the record but this? This was complete and total excellency of the media franchise.

   Aqua and Earth were enjoying themselves. There were plenty of scenes which brought them to tears but they were experiencing the magic of cinema for the very first time with very little lived frame of reference so their perspective may not be accurate. Still, they were holding hands from across the frames of the Duel Disc holders and having a wonderful time together.

   Meanwhile Miyu and Ryoken found it to be, well, just a movie. A very pretty and well put together movie but still just a kid’s movie. It wasn’t bad but it wasn’t the mindblowing gem that Aoi and Spectre were seeing it as.

   They were both changed people after. Quite literally.

   Not even Aqua and Earth could compare to just how swimmingly Aoi and Spectre were getting along after coming out of the cinema. Of which, they had insisted on staying until the very last credit rolled so they could watch the bonus shorts that followed.

   They were the last four to leave the cinema which had mostly been filled with girls under the age of twelve accompanied by parents or other chaperones. They weren’t even moving fast, to the cinema staff’s annoyance as they tried to clean up the mess whilst Aoi and Spectre quickly found themselves engaged in a duel.

   A battle of the wits. Who could out fan the other but whilst it had begun competitively, no doubt spurred on by Aoi’s dislike of Spectre, it was not staying that way. They were quizzing each other on anything, turning everything into a longform written answer. 

   It was giving Ryoken and Miyu quite the headache as they tossed out their empty snack packets.

   “What was your favourite scene?” Aoi asked.

   “The enormity of Blue Angel’s loneliness at the start. The scene composition with her over the lake was beautiful and the colour-grading in well blue was perfectly legible. Something which other movies cannot say in this day and age.” he replied. “You?”

   “When she met Peach Angel for the first time.” Aoi replied. “Their meet-cute was adorable.”

   “I liked it when she finally got to punch the bad guy in the face.” Ryoken piped up.

   “And I loved the dance party ending!” Miyu squealed to Aoi’s laughter.

   “How could I choose? Every leg of her journey was gripping. I think I understand humans better.” Earth added on, holding tight as Spectre was excitedly swinging his hand.

   “Don’t learn from fiction, Ignis.” Ryoken roused.

   “What about you, Aqua?” Miyu asked.

   “Oh, um, it was all very good. I liked it quite a bit but nothing springs to mind straight away as it was all very consistently high quality.” Aqua diplomatically said. “Although, I was very touched by the two main girls’ friendship, it very much reminded me of you and Aoi.”

   “Aww…” both Aoi and Miyu cooed, whilst Ryoken’s skin crawled.

   Spectre, meanwhile, nodded his head sagely. He had two cents to give about their heart-warming friendship also.

   And so, The chatter continued to disperse in ripples throughout but it was very obvious who the dominant voices in the conversation were. The two who were usually anything but being reserved and introverted…

    As a crowd of four - six with the sort of hidden Ignises who were happily chatting in hiding - they were quite bustling as they came down the corridor and into the light of the cinema’s main foyer. Aoi and Spectre, walking shoulder to shoulder, ecstatically gushing to one another regarding the minutiae of the movie they had just watched. They were flanked either side by their respective partners who were not quite so enthused.

   The Blue Angel movie was fine. Just not either Miyu or Ryoken’s things. Miyu had moved onto other fandoms, though she did enjoy it quite a bit nostalgically, especially as she got to go see it with Miyu. And, meanwhile, Ryoken was still lusting to see a movie where things got blown up as his tastes were completely opposite to Spectre’s. However, to Aoi Spectre, it was a masterpiece. Nothing less than a spectacular godsend to animation, acting, and storytelling. It was just nice to see those two in particular get along. Bad blood no more, it seemed. 

   “When Blue Angel sacrificed herself for her friends, I was so very touched. The music in that scene was absolutely moving.” Spectre practically bawled.

   “I know, I know, and in Peach Angel’s arms, too, no less? I know it's not intended to be lesbian representation but it was so very gratifying.” Aoi agreed.

   Spectre sagely nodded his head, “The subtext there is hardly subtext, I think it would be a disservice to interpret their relationship as strictly platonic.”

   His reply was both courteous and measured, surprising Aoi. Then again, Spectre’s other analysis thus far had been completely perfect. He was right. The music in that particular scene was heartbreakingly perfect. And so, they continued to do the unbelievable: get along and get along tremendously, famously, even.

   To the absolute morbid fascination of their respective boyfriend and girlfriend whom they had basically left in the dust as they were so busy reliving every second of the movie they had just watched together.

   It appeared that Blue Angel could mend any relationship and bring together any opposites. Not just her fellow angels from across the colour spectrum. It would be impressive if it wasn’t quite so bizarre to see Aoi and Spectre get along so miraculously despite their history and how it even intersected with their love of the same fictional character.

   “Oh, hey, is that Ai and Yusaku?” Miyu asked, turning her head to gawk as they walked in one direction and sure enough.

   A very conspicuous couple of one dressed in a hoodie and the other dressed in vampire cosplay was going the other way. Miyu waved them down and SOLtiS Ai very happily waved at her back.

   With those two now flagged down, Ryoken huffed and folded his arms. He watched as they came closer, Ai practically prancing as Yusaku followed after, sucking down a soft drink of the medium size variety.

   “Whoa, now there’s an unlikely duo, since when did they get along?” Ai asked.

   “We just got out of the Blue Angel Movie showing.” Ryoken tiredly explained. Though, it could be his ear that Spectre was talking off right now so he was somewhat glad that it wasn’t.

   “Are you guys headed there next?” Miyu asked. “Because it was pretty good.”

   “Clearly.” Yusaku agreed. “But nah, we’re going to see the Five Dragons movie.”

   “That’s the one I wanted to catch but it was Spectre’s turn to pick.” Ryoken shrugged. He glanced over his shoulder, “Oi, you two.”

   Aoi and Spectre turned around. Both immediately startled as they were so off in a world of their own. It was honestly kind of scary. Maybe it was better if they weren’t friends.

   “Do you guys want to watch the Five Dragons movie next?” Ryoken asked.

   “What? Why? I could not be more clearly on a date with Ai right now.” Yusaku complained.

   Ryoken turned his head again and glared daggers, even Miyu looked tired, “If our dates had to get bigger, so did yours.” he said. In a clearly, overtly threatening and menacing way.

   “Also Aqua and Earth are here too.” Miyu added, sweetening the pot, surprisingly. At least for Ai, anyway.

   Ai bounced on his heel as he clutched at Yusaku’s shoulder, excited and affectionate, “It could be fun to have everyone tag along.”

   “Fine but I’m only paying for you and me still.” Yusaku said.

   “That’s fine, I’ll treat everyone else.” Ryoken smirked.

   “Fuck you.” Yusaku groaned.

   Ryoken, meanwhile, was just pleased that the expression of misery loving company couldn’t be truer. This was just the perfect solution to his movie going woes. But it truly was the more the merrier. The group getting bigger and bigger, noisier too as they re-entered the line, more or less by two by two given who was on the original solo date with who, to grab more tickets to another movie sure to be a blockbuster.

[theinfinitedivides]

the MDL comment section for this drama is the gift that keeps on giving when it comes to (bad) takes on Gil Chae and Ryang Eum, and so i thought i should copy something i posted over there in response to several people calling Ryang Eum 'toxic' and a 'liar', as well as add a few extra things:

if we're going to bring up lying, then first off we have to establish that every member of this love triangle have lied to each other at at least one point or another during the series. Gil Chae lied to Soon Yuk about marrying him after he came home from the war if he protected Young Master Yeon Joon and also lied to Jang Hyun about said young master being the one she was thinking of when she called him husband at the end of ep 4, Ryang Eum lied to Jang Hyun about who Gil Chae had looked at when the announcement of war came during the sixtieth anniversary celebration in ep 2, and Jang Hyun lied to Ryang Eum about losing the dagger he had given him as a gift (token of love *cough*) when he had actually given it to Gil Chae to defend herself while they were on the run. it's probably not a good idea to start ranking the lies by the percentage of morality/who got hurt as a result bc that's mostly absent here—a driving concept in MD is that nothing is truly black and white—but that levels the playing field pretty evenly imo.

now the story Ryang Eum told in ep 8 on the journey to Shimyang is not toxic, by any means. it is a well-known folktale in Korea that has been retold both in various folk song recordings and in a 1972 film, and the basic gist of the story is that Gap Dol and Gap Soon loved each other but never quite said it directly/strongly enough (Jang Hyun and Gil Chae dancing around each other anyone?), hence Gap Soon getting married off to another man (Gil Chae's miliary officer suitor) and having his children. there are variations that have Gap Dol coming to ask Gap Soon to run away with him (besties if this keeps going where we think it might we're in danger), but that story was brought up in response to Jang Hyun's query of if it was possible to have one man in your heart for so long and not change, after his conversation with Gil Chae on the ridge; Ryang Eum said that it was, although he did note that 'you cannot do it by effort. nobody, no one can touch that forever until the day you die'. did he use this to partially warn Jang Hyun off of pursuing Gil Chae out of selfish reasons (i said in the tags of a previous post that that line sounded like he was talking more about himself than her)? yes. is he also genuinely concerned about Jang Hyun getting his heart broken by someone who is apparently in love with someone else despite her actions? yes.

we know, by now, that Ryang Eum is in love with Jang Hyun. we also know that Jang Hyun has squarely friendzoned him, though it's still up in the air whether he knows about Ryang Eum's feelings or not. so far, up to ep 8, he hasn't done anything we can really consider as sabotage to the main couple, and from what i've seen of the commentary on ep 9 hasn't done anything in that regard either (except return home early and possibly run into Gil Chae, but we all know the editing on these things when they want to conceal sh*t is shady af). if he really did decide to not to carry Jang Hyun's message in ep 10 specifically so that Gil Chae would go and get married anyway, then we can talk about crossing the line and entering the toxic SL arc and that, by extension, would warrant whatever tf is going on with him in the apparent ep 10 preview. (i have heard the rumors. they're not good) to me, he's not quite there yet. if he was, then we'd have to bring up Gil Chae and her multiple attempts to draw Yeon Joon away from Eun Ae early in the series, and i can hear the misogyny and Gil Chae hater brigade coming back again to join the party from here. if that doesn't happen, then, there's probably another reason why he and Jang Hyun are at odds. not sure if anything can be truly worse than that, but we'll see ig sksksksk

[gaylecleven]

What’s Rudy actually done that makes you say he’s immature? There’s a lot of stuff with Madison and Mariah, but nobody’s actually said what Rudy had done that makes him unprofessional? Like I can’t think of what he himself has done that warrants all the shite he gets from fans, but with Madison there’s multiple…

He literally pushed an old lady into the street and y’all just want to ignore it?? 🙄

I swear to god I need to make a post master list on this drama or some shit cause I feel like I’m answering the same question every week.

He’s some thing off the top of my head that are goofy as hell and don’t sit right.

Liked one of Maddie pictures (was a grainy film pic so kinda looked like something Elaine would post) then went back and I liked it within the hour I think. Went back to a post from three years ago and I tagged Maddie as the photo credit on it. Why? What for? Dude that’s fucking odd. (A little while later one of Elaine’s bts pics had a similar vibe but much shorter quality so some people have speculated idk). And when they won best kiss, he couldn’t share the post to his story like everyone else instead took his lil tootsie too google found some tie dye background and put that up with text saying thank you and ‘we won’ and ‘thanks for voting’ but no mention of what he won or who else won or what ever. Then like when Elaine was sharing all her bts pics she would do the same format every time, picture on her story, tag obx and the actors. Looked exactly the same. Then the first jiara bts, shared on her story in text caption saying ‘jj & Kie’. So glaringly different and obvious and just… odd. All very clear conscious choices of things that do not matter unless there is something more going on there.

As I said I’m not getting it all up again cause I swear I’ve typed it so many times but that’s a few in recent history

And look, is this immature? Idk I call it goofy cause that’s the only word I can come up to describe this shit. It’s just… odd. It’s weird. When you have someone who you have no bad blood with, I’ve sited before indications that when together Maddie and Rudy still get along, why make these conscious and intentional choices to remove yourself from that completely? Do not say ‘the fans take it out of context’ no honey, it’s more than that. And I genuinely need someone who acts like everything is normal to explain what they think is going on with that because it’s always just Helen Keller energy

And as for the Maddie stuff, alll of that is years ago. As I’ve said she was very immature at the start and she has grown so much and she is just living her life as normal. I think she just got sick of the other shit, cause she’s happy and unbothered

[eris-abomination]

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[chaseadrian]

"I'm not a delicate little flower, kiss me like you mean it." with Steve pretty pretty please!

hi jo lol sorry this took foreverrrr and it’s longer than i expected so uh enjoy

the silent hours

pairing: steve harrington/afab!reader word count: 1.8k words tags: friends to lovers, angst, happy ending, soft!steve, unprotected sex, not proofread, genuinely wrote this lightning fast so sorry for errors

Nobody talks about the transitional phase between friends and something more. It’s not always a smooth slide from open, unabashed conversations and skirting around tension to feverish kisses and the comfort of home. Sometimes it’s a slow ride down a dirt road in a car with old shocks.

Steve certainly felt it, and you were getting sick of him dancing around you. You were trying your hardest to be patient; you’d never seen Steve worry so much about holding someone’s hand. When you were friends, you could swing your legs over his lap on the couch without thinking too much about the ramifications of that act. But now, somewhere between friend and partner, every little touch was getting you closer to that conversation. The dreaded “what are we?” and “where is this going?” that you wanted to avoid because what else could you be besides best friends? Becoming something else didn’t preclude you from also being best friends.

The first kiss wouldn’t be some signature on the death warrant of your relationship. You knew it, but Steve…he wasn’t so sure.

Walking back to your car late one night, Steve’s hand loosely in yours, you were determined to get that kiss. Determined to show him that it would be so much better than this skittish vibe that’d been hanging around. And if he was scared of what would happen post-breakup, well, you had Nancy and Robin up your sleeve. Arguably two of his best friends, still hanging around after he crashed and burned romantically.

You spun around on your heels as you approached the driver’s door, pulling Steve in by the loose grip you had on his sleeve.

“Woah, hey, hi.” He said, feet planted on either side of you, a little too close for comfort.

“Hi.”

“You gonna get in so we can get out of these uncomfortable clothes?”

You cocked your head at him, and he rolled his eyes in return.

“I—you know what I mean. Can we go?”

Whiny and derisive as ever.

“Depends. Was this a date?”

He started floundering syllables, and you cut him off.

“I think it was. I think we’ve had lots of dates and they’ve all ended without a kiss. Kinda feel like I’m being led on here, Steve.” You played with the cuff of his button-up, free hand flicking your keys in a circle at your waist.

He froze for a second before putting on airs, “Okay. You want a kiss?” He leaned forward and just pressed his lips against yours, “There.”

You pushed him away from you and unlocked the car, sliding in without a word.

Steve rounded the front and tried his side. Locked.

“C’mon, seriously?”

You pressed the button on your door, and he hopped in before you could change your mind.

“Thank you, hey, look—”

Turning the dial for the radio, you raised the volume until his voice was inaudible.

“Hey! Hellooo!” He yelled, trying to reach for the radio and getting a swat from you each time. “Ow!”

You pulled out into the road, driving home with your eyes fixed straight and the music pounding in your ears. You didn’t want to hear another word from his mouth, another excuse or apology. When you pulled up to Steve’s house, you unlocked the doors without a word.

He reached once more for the radio and you let him.

“Really? The silent treatment? I kissed you, what’s the issue!” God, he could be so stupid.

“Because it wasn’t a kiss, Steve! It was placating! It was ‘here, now shut up about it!’ I’m not a delicate little flower, Steve! Kiss me like you mean it!”

“That’s not fair!”

“Isn’t it? You were the one who came to me, nervous out of your fucking skull because you thought you were gonna ruin our friendship. But I feel the same way so what is the hang up here?” You fiddled with the flaking leather on the center console.

“I don’t want to fail again! It’s exhausting, and then you hate me and I hate you and it’s all fucked up.”

“You fucked up with Nancy, didn’t you? And she still hangs around. And Robin? She didn’t even reciprocate! If anything’s unfair, it’s you treating me any different.”

He fixed his eyes on your hand, peeling dry leather off bit by bit.

“It’s pure luck that they kept me around. I mean, I got…a long long list of girls that didn’t. Which is fine, I wasn’t even friends with them to begin with but I just don’t think I’d get lucky a third time.” He closed his hand over yours, stilling for several moments before he closed his eyes and spoke, “I’m scared.”

You felt yourself immediately soften, a thin wave of guilt pouring over you for pushing him too much, for punishing him.

“Steve…” You whispered, turning in your seat to face him, “Can I ask you something?”

He opened his eyes, and they were still fixed on that center console, “Sure.”

“Do you love me?”

A small nod.

“Good.”

He looked up at you, expression wiped of the usual affect he’d have. The moment was bare, and you knew he was laid out before you, close to breaking. All he’d ever wanted was a family, and you were lucky enough to be welcomed in by him and Robin and the gang of kids that always seemed to pop up out of nowhere. You’d be stupid to ever give that up, to ever give Steve up. And still, somewhere in that hairspray soaked brain of his, he worried that you would.

“I love you. Okay? I love you. I could never hate you, and I could never leave you. Do you understand me?”

He answered yes with the kiss you’d been waiting months for. Relief splashed on his face as he dove in, a hand on your cheek, thumb under your chin holding you against his mouth. You were quick on the uptake, arms wrapping around his torso, one tight around the back of his neck.

You were flat against the driver’s seat, Steve’s body enveloping you, leaned fully over to your side. It was everything you’d wanted, this kiss, this moment. His lip trembled against yours, his hand just slightly unsure as it held your jaw, moving from jaw to hairline to shoulder. He couldn’t hold enough of you.

Lips sliding against each other as you sighed, losing breath faster than you found it, heat burning your cheeks and the friction of his tongue on yours. It wasn’t desperate or bursting with ecstasy, but it was deep; it was the physical casting aside of all the fear he felt, all the frustrated anticipation you went through. You could’ve stayed there in that car until the morning, but Steve pulled away and invited you in.

You didn’t rush across the street. With an empty house and hours until the responsibilities of daybreak would hit you, Steve wrapped an arm around your waist and guided you through the dark. He tossed you an old pair of pajama pants and a big t-shirt from the camp where Steve had his first kiss. You imagined Steve as a ten year old in a shirt that was even now two sizes too big for you. 

Silently you both slid into his bed, facing each other with faint smiles and your arms over the other’s waist. Steve was bare-chested, dark sweats pulled up to his hipbone, the peek of a scar climbing out from the waistband. It was silent save for the revolving whoosh of the ceiling fan.

The hours passed and you laid there still, closing in on each other until it was your head in Steve’s chest, arms curled up between you, his hold tight on you. You didn’t sleep, didn’t even close your eyes. You kept your eyes open wide, staring into darkness, listening to Steve’s slow breathing. He took to petting your hair, running a thumb over your elbow, kissing the top of your head. These affections were few and far between, but still they broke up the hours you spent in silence. 

You weren’t one to have a silent mind, but right now it was quiet. Save for the anxious question of when he’d kiss you next, whether you’d go for it instead, you were pleasantly surprised by the gentle satisfaction of being in his arms. 

It wasn’t until the room was lit in a cold blue light that he pulled back to look at you, his hair mussed up on the pillow. 

You closed your eyes as he leaned in. It was care this time, not placation, that kept the kiss faint. You slid a hand underneath his neck, doing your best to hold him as he held you, an uncomfortable pretzel of limbs squeezing and stretching as you made your way into his lap. Slow kisses building pressure between you, Steve’s hands around your shoulder blades, underneath the weathered shirt. 

Between articles of clothing shucked onto the floor you kissed, with your hand at his pelvis, his quiet moans in your mouth, you kissed. His fingers on your nerves, lips at your throat, a suffocating heat with his comforter covering your bodies.  The only thing that broke your lips away was when he slid into you, the full pressure of his erection inside you with one prolonged, excruciating thrust. 

He was gentler than you’d expected, his hands tracing each spattering of goosebumps that his lips left, slow thrusts filling you up, his mouth swallowing your moans. He screwed his eyes shut when you started circling your hips, taking control, pulling away to sit perpendicular to him, your hands on his pecs as you ground against him. Your head fell back as you rode him, the thick wallow of his erection inside you marrying the sharp nick of your clit every time you shifted your hips. 

Falling down onto his chest, you kissed him as you came, body trembling over his. He thrust into you, and the dizzying blur in your head had you barely able to register that he, too, was in the crest of his orgasm. 

You kissed him through it, whispered declarations of love broken by moans. 

Steve reached down blindly for the t-shirt, swiping it between your legs before you slid off him. He threw it into the laundry basket and pulled you again into his arms, your head atop his chest. 

You settled once more into silence, several minutes of the sun’s slow rise in the sky before you spoke, “What time do you work?” 

“Eleven.” He paused, waiting for your inevitable sigh, “Tomorrow.” 

Lifting your head up, you squinted your eyes at him before settling back down, “I’m going to sleep then.” 

Steve laughed, giving a quick kiss to the top of your head. 

Within minutes, you both slipped into sleep. 

[christinesficrecs]

Hi! Hope youre doing well and all i have been wanting for a while to read some sterek military au but more like Squared Away where they fight monsters or whatever and less like fighting real countries pls?

Hope you have a good day <3

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