#Reblogging in light of recent convention

[kaoarika]

So, there was a post about "white whales" of unexisting/unrealized media that basically became a reblog prompt post, but OP turned off the reblogs some time recently? I don't know, but I had a draft based on it, but I dunno how Tumblr may bypass that since the draft has been there since August 2022, so... rather than posting it, I will post my thoughts about the twt/tumblr prompt here instead (OP link was this one, with some interesting responses) and I will also turn my reblogs off just in case bc I don't want this post to surface in the tags or search and all that :P

Pop culture "white whales" of mine, or at least, some of them:

Continuation of Kia Asamiya's Corrector Yui. Imagine mystifying this version of the manga for over 2 decades and just now, a few months ago, you find that it was "incomplete" because I don't remember AT ALL anyone mentioning it in the few English fansites that existed back in the day. not even vaguely? :/c I mean, YEAH. I can SEE it only had 2 volumes, but come on.

Edgar Wright's version of the Ant-man movie. That's all.

Obviously the Dance with Devils AYAIBD 2016 event recorded footage that is PRETTY obvious Avex Media did record, but for one reason or another it was never released on DVD and/or BD. And, like, even if Avex DID recognize the existence of the event while including part of the script in the 2020 BD box-set of the series and fan recounts still exist online, the full footage never saw the light of the day. No one knows why, only speculations about it. I find it a little weird, but I have a slight idea on why they did this, as I wrote in another post, years ago.

These are much more local cases, I think? And perhaps not "famous", per se. Some stuff related to original manga-like published series in my country, Mexico. There was a time, before the internet and social media and sites like DA existed, where a couple of local publishers had their hands on publishing manga-inspired comics as anthology series-like in comic book format and in magazine form. The projects seemed to have died because they didn't sell as they wanted, and wanted to focus in better stuff, I guess. And perhaps stuff that I'm probably just scratching the surface of, because it's probably also stuff about authors' disagreements with their editors/publisher and/or more serious stuff that I may not know of behind the scenes. Many of these series were "officially" cut short. The thing is, what I'm partly? sure of is that, at least some of these creators got their works' rights back and perhaps, there's a possibility they DID publish them in some way or form thanks to more indie endeavors and/or the internet and also sold them through the anime/comics conventions circuit (especially in the Valley of Mexico, ie CDMX and its metropolitan area), a circuit I didn't frequent as I live in the north of the country :// (and I only went to the ones in my city during the summer from 2007 through 2016). But, I do remember a more scummy example :/. In a similar fashion as the infamous Tokyopop manga contests in the US, there was this animanga magazine that organized their own manga contest in the mid 2000s. The contest had a winner and I remember they even announced the winner was going to have their own series published on the same publisher and the like... Thing is, the date came and went and I don't remember the series was ever published (and, look, I know some of the magazines I used to buy back in the day had a weird distribution in the rest of the country, but I still had access to newspapers' stands as I lived in the afforementioned Valley of Mexico area until mid 2010). EVEN SO, the artist did some stuff for the magazine, yes. But, eventually the magazine changed their focus to more cartoon/Di*sney stuff and had a more tweeny/teen demography, and this isn't the only scummy thing they did that I remember, btw. I don't even know what the winner even did afterwards, but I hope they, at LEAST, has an artistic hobby or is doing some great stuff in any of the webcomic/webtoon platforms or hosting it in DA or on their own. I don't know. (To add salt to the injury I cannot look properly to what happened to the series per se because there's barely any mention online about the magazine that organized the contest, either. Be it because, again, we -lots of times- fail to archive stuff like this and, even if there was a mention about this online, many message boards from that time and era ceased to exist in the past 10 years and so)

These are all at the tip of my tongue at the moment.

[catboyjamesbond]

Oh my gosh the kitty is so cute 🥺🥺 My heart is melting. So fluffyyyy!!!

And to appease your curiosity… the two songs that inspired that fic are “Tired” by Gavin James and then “Leave a Light On” by Tom Walker. And as of recently... a little bit of "Daylight" by David Kushner as well.

I also happened to have outlined the entire fic already so as I write, expect some questions on preference to be sent through! Or just me screaming about how much I think you will love this fic lol

By the way! If you want to know anything more specific about the fic, feel free to ask! I’m practically stalking you on tumblr at this point so I’ll catch any random posts lol

I’m mostly working with what you seemed to like from the first message I sent you as well as vibes and how the story flows. Also attempting to keep it a surprise despite how much I really want to talk about it– but I’m leaving the amount of “surprise” for the gift in your playing field.

Get-To-Know-You Question: Do you have any pet peeves of a fandom (this one or another)?

~ 🎁 Secret Santa 🎁

Hi!

I listened to the first 2 songs, very hurt/comfort. Daylight is an amazing song and I think is very Azriel

Wow you’re a lot more prepared for this than I am on my side

I’m regards to knowing anything specific, I’ll first ask: long or short haired Eris?

I’m gonna pin my responses so you don’t need to scroll through the dumb shit I reblog

In regards to pet peeves: there is a lot of sharing art uncredited in this fandom and I’m always gonna be annoyed by ship wars.

In general, as a queer man I hate when fans take a queer relationship and force it into straight conventions. That��s when I consider it fetishism and I’m going to become uncomfortable.

In regards to that, I do have an idea for an azris fic that’s mostly me exploring this and going “hey wouldn’t this be fucked up?”

The primarily title is “azris mpreg but it’s written by a trans man”

Thanks and Cya

[catboysooyoung]

Reblogging this because I apparently need to clarify that when I put things in quotation marks I do not mean it sarcastically at all.

I use quotation marks for things or concepts that are arbitrarily defined, either by societal standards (e.g. pretty/beautiful in a lot of places are often defined by thinness, lightness, facial symmetry, etc) or by differing personal contexts/interpretation (e.g. to be loved means different things to different people), or when I am trying to quote a bunch of people I've observed, but in a way that's not verbatim (e.g. "saw yourself in him" is just sth I paraphrase from a bunch of ppl I see here and there!).

English is my second language and I do realize my use of punctuations and such may be unconventional or odd, so I understand if people may misunderstand my intentions, but I assure you I did not mean to condescend when I use these quotation marks.

I'm also not saying it's in good faith when characters call him ugly/joke about that. Lookism is definitely a thing, but on the flip side, it's part of a larger issue. The problem wouldn't be solved by calling him beautiful, or insisting that he is, because often times people define it as like, "no really, he does fit these beauty standards."

He is not "ugly", because that is just how a human being looks, and if we go by these societal standards, a huge proportion of the population would be considered "ugly", because most people do not look polished in the way society demands them to.

But he's definitely not "beautiful" in the way society defines it. He does not look picture perfect, or like an idol or some magazine model. He just looks like any average guy you can find in his country.

The point is that:

It shouldn't matter how KDJ looks, he should still be loved regardless because anyone who exists ever is deserving of love.

So no, this post is not telling you to not call KDJ beautiful, just that thematically, and canonically that's not what he is considered to be, because this also affects how he is treated by society, by the narrative. That's why I keep putting beauty in quotation marks. Often times I see people make him out to be this dainty damsel in distress, and make this beauty the only thing about him, which imo just disregards his character and how it serves the story he is meant to tell.

You can certainly think and say that he is beautiful, I hope people don't misunderstand me. But again, if your definition of that beauty is solely constrained by the pre-existing societal standards, then it's just not correct, I'm sorry to say.

I think my point is best exemplified by the recent K-Drama, Mask Girl. The protagonist, Kim Momi, is a woman who is considered to be "ugly" by everyone around her – her mother, her coworkers, and even her supposed friend. We as the audience, can certainly disagree with this. A lot of people, myself included, would find her attractive, or consider her features to be appealing.

Though realistically, we can also see how she does not fit the conventional beauty standards dictated by the society she lives in. And it's also very important to consider how much this public perception of her factors into her character, drives her internal and external conflicts and consequently, her life story.

Had she been more accepted with her pre-existing features, or perhaps had she been born with a face that fits the conventional mold better, the story would be entirely different, the essence of her character would be different too.

This goes the same for KDJ, whom, since page one, defines himself as the epitome of averageness. Just a so-called ordinary guy. It's a very important part of him. His plain looks. His average academic history and job performance. This self + public perception of himself cements his role in the story, as the reader on the sidelines and not "the protagonist".

But of course, we then come to know that he's more than he's let on, that there's more to him than this self-limiting story he and society assigned him with.

But again, that's the entire point.

If KDJ was born "beautiful" in the way society defines it, if he had looked like a fashion model, or an idol who just looked a bit unpolished, and he was supposedly just unaware of it, in the You Don't Know You're Beautiful way like in that 1D song, he would be an entirely different character and ORV would have been an entirely different story. It would've been a d*sney fairytale. He would've been some sort of Cinderella, whom everyone just called ugly because they're jealous, when he's actually so so beautiful etc etc.

But this is not the case. Even KDJ himself asserts that his life's genre is realism. So certainly it follows the supposed rules established by reality. And when people call someone ugly in reality, most of the time it's not because they're evil stepsisters who want to get rid of them out of jealousy. It's usually because they just want to be mean and sometimes their friends think it's just a casual way of poking fun. And it's usually because the person just does not fit the conventional mold.

However, we as the audience, of course know that KDJ is a very unreliable narrator. And that reality is in fact not as gritty and terrible as he sees it. That it is in fact possible for people to be loved by others despite all their shortcomings or perceived flaws. That love is not something exclusively created for the elite and beautiful, but something that can also be experienced by the plain and mundane. Love is not to be won or earned by merit of appearance, but is something that can be forged beyond that. Kimcom's bonds are proof of that. And had KDJ been any other conventionally pretty/handsome male protagonist, we wouldn't have such a wonderful story.

; tldr you don't have to agree with the general assertions made by the other characters/star stream that kdj is ugly, you can consider him pretty and call him as such, but to go out of your way to insist that he's canonically considered to be beautiful or portray him in a way that makes it seem like he's actually always been conventionally pretty and act like that's all there is to his character would be a fundamental misreading of his character and of ORV.

It is your choice and freedom to want a character to be "pretty" or considered as such, but you gotta ask yourself why this is necessary...

The entire point of KDJ as a character is that he is exceedingly average in nearly every way, and that even if he doesn't have a super model's face, even if he seems like "a dough made by anyone", he still deserves to be happy! And to be loved!

There is no need to "defend" him when someone calls him average/plain looking/when he's not considered conventionally attractive. Because there is nothing to "defend". Not looking like a cover model isn't an insult. It is not a bad thing to just look like any other guy, like any other human being.

Ask yourself why you think he absolutely needs to be pretty. Ask yourself why you think that's necessary.

Does he have to be considered "beautiful" first, for the love that he receives to "make sense"? Does he have to be attractive to assure us, that he's definitely deserved/earn this? Because the good only belong to the beautiful?

Is love the prize he wins, earns, because he's some noble, innocent hero who is undoubtedly good, and for that, he must be beautiful?

If it's because you "saw yourself in him" and, want him to "feel beautiful", because that's what you want to feel, maybe reflect on that too, because you don't need to be "beautiful." It's not some standard you need to be achieving to be "loved".

[discopizza86]

Hello Stranger pt 2

“I’ve been in trouble since the moment I first saw you”

Joseph Quinn x femme reader

A/N: takes place pretty much right where part 1 left off.

Contains: drinking, smoking, soft smut (is that even a thing?), slight angst, tons of fluffy goodness.

Tag list: @kellysimagines

I do not give permission for my work to be posted onto other sites, but feel free to like and reblog it here. It makes my day :)

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The morning light creeped through the patio window causing you to stir in your bed. The soft sunlight bouncing off of your sleepy face nearly demanded you roll over towards the empty space next to yours. The spot occupied only hours before seemed so empty, but his smell remained. Your lips still swollen from the memory of his mouth on yours. A memory you would happily revisit over and over. Glimpses of the night before replay in your mind. His hands in your hair, his breath in your ear. Stealing kisses in between laughing and falling asleep in his arms, with your face nuzzled into his neck. Sleepiness has only left you with a vague memory of a kiss on the cheekbone, and a whisper of “I don’t want to leave” when the sun began to rise. Stretching, you reach your hand to glide over the pillowcase that was recently occupied. Your hand skims the soft cotton until it feels something out of place. A piece of paper.

You sit up in bed, eyes focusing on the handwritten note. The hotel stationary and the familiar handwriting cause your heart to skip a beat.

“Good morning, Darling. I didn’t have the heart to wake you. Last night was without a doubt one of the best nights I’ve ever had. I’ve put my number in your phone. Give me a call - xo Joe”

You smile to yourself and and toss the duvet off of you. The sunbeams shining brilliantly off of the cream colored bedding. With a final stretch, you start to walk to the bathroom and a sudden thought causes you to slightly panic. You haven’t checked in with your best friend since coming back to the hotel yesterday evening and you were due to checkout together in a few hours. Before you make it to the bathroom, there is a knock at the door.

As if right on cue, you open the door to Jane holding two cups of coffee. “Well hello sleepyhead! You missed out on a pretty good time last night.” She says to you while holding out your latte.

“Oh yeah? What did you get into?” You ask anxiously while taking a big sip of your drink, nearly burning your tongue.

“I made some friends yesterday, and it turned out that they are staying at this hotel too. We were at the bar downstairs until like 2 am! God, I don’t even want to look at tequila again for a long time.”

“I’m sorry I missed it! I was tired. I just had a quiet night in and fell asleep” you said while the guilt you felt about withholding the nights true events from your dear friend was bubbling right beneath the surface.

Jane looks over the room and you excuse yourself to go take a shower. While lathering and rinsing, you try to think of a way to broach the subject of Joe. While you wanted to keep the time you spent with him sacred, you knew that you could trust Jane. You wrap yourself in a towel and make your way out of the bathroom to your waiting friend.

“Hmm, so who’s this ‘Joe’ that was here with you last night?” Jane asks while arching an eyebrow and smirking.

Like a deer in the headlights, you stop in your tracks and slightly gasp at her holding his note. “Seems like we both had a good night! Where did you meet him? Here at the hotel?”.

“I met him yesterday, at the convention center.”

“Really? I didn’t see you talking to any…” the realization crosses her face and her eyes become enlarged “OH. MY. GOD!!!”

“Shhh!” You hiss. “I don’t think the people across town heard you”. You say with a laugh. Jane grabs you by the hands and pulls you to the bed.

“It all happened so quickly.” You explain to her. You go over in detail about the original note that was passed to you and what led you the two of you back to your room. You give her a condensed version of how the night transpired, wanting to keep the nuances to yourself.

“So, did you guys..umm…?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. You were fooling yourself if you thought you could escape this conversation without divulging some dirty details. “We didn’t. It was perfect just the way it was.”

You get up from the bed and walk to the nightstand to retrieve your phone. Even though you were just with him hours before, you can’t help but feel a little nervous as you scroll through your contacts looking for him. Your thumb hovers over his name before you work up the nerve to tap on it.

“Good morning, Gorgeous”, Joe says after the second ring. “Did you sleep well?”

“Very well. How about you?”

“I would’ve liked to have slept in with you, but overall, amazing.” Between his low talking and the smile in his voice, you feel your cheeks begin to heat.

“I wish you could’ve stayed too. You didn’t miss much. Just a shower and coffee. What are you up to right now?”

“I’m in the car on the way to an interview, but wishing I was there for the shower and coffee.”

You giggle and throw a look over your shoulder to Jane. She’s skillfully pretending to read a magazine. “I wish you were here too.”

“I really want to see you. Do you have plans for this evening?”

“Well, my friend Jane is here. We are getting ready to check out of the hotel and head home. What did you have in mind?”

“There is a party that I have to attend, but I was wondering if you would like to go as well? You can bring Jane with you. It’ll just be press and some industry people.”

“Are you sure it’s okay if we come? I’m sure you’re going to be busy and I don’t want to get in the way.”

“I’m not going to lie, it may be a little nuts there and we won’t get quite as much time alone, but I’m just dying to see you. Please say yes.”

“Yes. We’d love to come.” Out of the corner of your eye you see Jane’s head quickly swivel in your direction.

“Fantastic! I’ll be counting down the hours. Text me your address and I’ll send a car to bring you both.”

You exchange sweet goodbyes and you turn your attention to Jane, who looks like she is bursting at the seams with intrigue.

“Looks like you and I will be going to a party tonight.”

___

The sun is setting and your small apartment is filled with the warm glow of orange and pink. Jane rings the doorbell and you quickly buzz her in before dashing back into your room.

“I’ll be right out!” You yell from your bedroom. You apply the finishing touches to your makeup, and smooth your hands down the silky black fabric of your dress. After putting on your heels, you make your way to the living room.

“Who is this bombshell and what has she done with my best friend?!” Jane say while peering from the kitchen and taking you all in.

“Is it too much?”

“Not at all! You look stunning.”

“Thank you! You look so gorgeous. God, I’m so nervous”

“Hey, Joe clearly likes you. Let’s just relax and enjoy.” She says while handing you a small glass of red wine.

“To new friends?”

“To new friends.” Jane says while clinking glasses with you. Just as you finish your drinks, you hear your doorbell ring. Peeking out onto the fire escape, you see the familiar sight of a black SUV. You and Jane are greeted by the driver, who ushers the two of you into the backseat. Jane nervously giggles at the pageantry of it all and squeezes your hand as you make your way to the party.

It was the shortest and longest ride of your life. Short because of your anxiousness about how the party was going to go, and long because you couldn’t wait to be with Joe again.

The sun had long set when you stepped out of the car. The indigo sky and cooler air greeted you as you made your way inside the building. Small round tables to stand at decorated the room from end to end, with a bar off to the side. Slowly you make your way through the crowd of people and find a table on the other side of the room. A waitress with champagne walks by, and you and Jane each take a glass. Nervously sipping, and shifting your eyes to look for the only other familiar face you would know. You were nearly done with your drink when you see your phone light up. Looking down, you see you have a message from Joe.

“It should be illegal to look that good.”

Your eyes dart up and look around the room to see where he is. After a few seconds you find him. He meets your gaze and the both of you exchange smiles. Shyly he casts his eyes to the ground before looking up to finish his conversation with the handful of people that were standing across from him.

With some liquid courage, you agree to walk around the room and mingle with the other guests. You’re so thankful to have Jane with you. She has always been the more outgoing of the two of you and refuses to be a wallflower. With the party in full swing, the main lights were lowered and replaced by the romantic glow of thousands of fairy lights and paper lanterns on each table. The dimness of the room almost making it hard to see the stolen glances that passed between you and Joe. Each one becoming more desperate to be near each other.

He was a few yards away with what you assumed to be members of his team. They hung back a little while they pushed him towards groups of journalists and photographers. You met eyes with a member of his security, who smiled and gave you a small wave, remembering you from the day before. When you return his wave, you see a woman off to the side of Joe notice the exchange. The questions on her face weren’t hard to read. Her eyes slightly narrowed and she leaned over to whisper something to the guard and he replied with a short reply and a nod in your direction. Her eyes never leaving you for the duration of their exchange.

“Well, she is fucking scary” you think to yourself while taking a big sip of your newly replaced glass of champagne. Jane turns her head from the conversation she was and watches as you quickly drain your glass. “You okay?” She asks, unaware of what just transpired. “Yeah, I’m fine.” You say to her while giving a small reassuring smile. “I’m just going to slip outside for a few minutes. You can stay, I won’t be gone long”. She smiles and gives your hand a squeeze while you turn and make your way to the door.

Their was a slight chill to the air, but it was a welcome relief. That woman’s frosty gaze replayed over and over in your mind. You reach into your clutch and draw out a cigarette. Leaning your back against the brick wall, you take your first puff, casting your eyes up towards the sky.

“Alone at last.” Joe says making his way to you. Pushing yourself off of the wall, you walk to meet him. Without a moments pause, he pulls you close and places a kiss on your neck, inhaling your scent. “I’ve wanted to do this all night.” He says softly while pulling back to look in your eyes. “How are you tonight, my Darling?” Hearing the “my” he added to the pet name made your heart want to sing.

You place your free hand on the back of his neck and lean in so your noses touch. “I’m wonderful” you whisper. He breathes a little laugh and gives you a gentle kiss on the lips. You lift your cigarette and offer it to him. He takes it from you and pulls you to stand against the wall with him, away from any curious eyes. You pass the cigarette back a forth a couple times, and chat about your day. His hand is on your hip, skimming over the gentle fabric of your dress. “I’m so happy you’re here with me” he says, his eyes becoming warmer. “You’re all I’ve thought about today” he confesses, a shy smile playing on his lips.

“I’ve wanted to be with you all day. I’m happy you came to find me.” You lean up and kiss the stubble along his jaw, his face leaning in to meet your lips. “I was a little afraid all we would share were looks from across the room.”

He places his forehead against yours before dipping his head down to kiss your bare shoulder. It was at this moment that you realize the two of you had company. The woman from inside was standing nearby with her eyes on the two of you. You aren’t sure what or how much she had witnessed, but judging by the disapproving look she gave you, you knew it was enough.

“Hey, who’s that?” You ask Joe, tilting your chin in her direction. “Oh, that’s Elise. She’s part of my management team” he says while he gives your hip a light squeeze. “I better head back in before more people come looking for me. I’ll see you inside, love” he says kissing your hair and pulling away to walk back into the party.

You’re about to follow suit, when Elise begins walking towards you. “Hi, do you have a minute?” She asks you. You’re heart is beating a mile a minute wondering what she has to say to you. Shaking your hand, she introduces herself. She goes over her role in Joe’s life and offers you a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “I see that you and him have spent some time together. Know that I don’t object to you as a person, but I have to advise against it. It’s just not the right time for him.” You stand there staring at her in utter disbelief for what seemed like eternity but was probably just a few seconds. “I’m sorry, but he’s a grown man. I don’t see how it’s your business what goes on between he and I.” She takes a small step closer to you and crosses her arms. “Joe is my business. A girlfriend will just complicate things. We need him to stay focused. I’m sorry, but this attachment is over. I’m sure he will feel the same as I do once we discuss it.” She turns and briskly walks back inside before you can offer a rebuttal.

You stay back and try to manage the lump that has formed in your throat, but fail. Hot tears roll down your cheeks while you reach into your bag for your phone. “Jane, I need to get out of here” you choke out. Within minutes she is by your side and walking towards the waiting car outside. The air suddenly feeling colder as you clutch your arms around yourself. Once inside the car, you let yourself go to pieces. Your friend holding your hand the entire way back to your place.

___

Jane doesn’t argue when you reach your apartment door and tell her you’d like to be alone. With a kiss on the cheek, she bids you goodnight.

Trudging up the stairs to your apartment begin to feel better. Still devastated over what happened, but better being in the confines of your own space. You kick off your heels before taking a look at your phone. You hadn’t noticed the text alert from Joe that was nearly an hour old.

“Where are you?”

Those three words unleashed a fresh batch of tears. You were sure that Elise had talked to him by now. Putting your phone down, you made your way to the kitchen. You didn’t respond to him, because honestly, your heart couldn’t take it. After pouring yourself a glass of wine, you bring it out with you onto the fire escape. You sip it as you look up at the moon and stars, the chilly night air blowing through your hair. Sitting in the dark, under the starlight, you are able to reflect on the last couple days. The way you made each other laugh, how his hands molded perfectly to the shape of your face, the way you both seemed to relax into each other. You didn’t care about the fanfare that came with being with someone like him. You just wanted him.

As you take the last sip of your wine, you hear the sound of a car door shutting on the street below. Looking over the railing, you see Joe wave off his driver and dash to your door. You jump to your feet as he frantically rings the doorbell. You buzz him in, and with your heart in your throat, you open the door. He raced up the stairs, taking no time at all. He collided with you as you barely breath out his name.

“Joe…”

He instantly puts his hands up on either side of your face, pushing you backwards through your door while his lips crash into yours. The desperation in his kiss lighting a fire inside you. He extends his leg back and closes the door with a swift kick. He pulls away to look you in the eyes. Placing a hand on his chest to push him away, his pleading brown eyes bear down into yours. “I’m so sorry baby. So fucking sorry. Please, please don’t think for a minute that this isn’t what I want.” His thumbs swipe away a tear from your cheek. “Joe, is she right though. Is this wrong? I won’t have you getting into trouble because of me…” you say while choking back the stream of tears that threaten to spill over. He cuts you off quick, redirecting your hand to place it over his heart which is pounding in his chest. “Hey, look at me. She doesn’t get to decide for me. I know what I want, and it’s you. I’ve been in trouble since the moment I first saw you” he said with his eyes burning with intensity.

With that, you don’t need any more words. He was yours and you were his. With your hand on his heart, you grasp the fabric of his shirt and pull him to you. You snake your arm around his neck, deepening the kiss. His hands sliding down your dress to feel your every curve, reaching around to grip your ass. He kicks off his shoes while you peel off his jacket, all while his lips never leave yours. Making quick work of undoing the buttons on his shirt, he tosses it to the ground. He bends down to kiss the swell of your breasts while unzipping the back of your dress, letting it fall from your frame onto the floor. He braces your fall onto the bed by keeping his arm at your lower back. Nearly crawling, he drags you up so that your head is on the pillow. His hands tracing down your body and stopping at the dampness on the fabric of your panties. “Don’t take your eyes off of me” he whispers against your lips before sitting up to remove his pants and underwear before turning back to you. Sliding his hands up your thighs, he grips onto the waistband of your panties and pulls them down and tosses them to the floor. Desperate to feel his lips back on yours, you pull him back on top of you. He aligns himself with your opening and begins to push in causing you to gasp at the fullness. “Look at me, baby” he says, pulling your hands above your head, interlocking his fingers with yours while hungrily driving himself into you. The slow burn of the sweet and steady pace causes you to reach your release while moaning into his mouth. The increase in wetness and the encouraging sounds of your voice made him follow suit shortly after. He felt like heaven on earth, and he looked at you as if you were water in the desert.

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You wake the next morning to the sun creeping through your window. You stretch and move your hand to the pillow across from yours. This morning, instead of a piece of paper, you are met with Joe’s soft curls. His arm that is draped around you instinctively pulls you closer as you run your fingers through his hair. You lay there for a few minutes, admiring his sleeping form. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you lean over and place a delicate kiss to his forehead before quietly slipping out of bed. Grabbing his shirt off of the floor, you slip it over your naked frame and pad out towards the kitchen to make coffee. You’re placing two mugs on the counter when you feel his arm wrap around your waist. “Good morning, love” he says sweeping your hair away from your neck to kiss your right below your ear. “Sleep well?” you ask, leaning into his touch. Joe spins you around and lowers his nose to yours, “best nights sleep I’ve had in a while”. Bringing your lips to meet his, he lifts you and places you on the counter.

“So what now?” you ask, biting your lip. His tilts your chin to look up at him, “After coffee, let’s take a shower and then we can go out for breakfast.” Your eyes slightly widen and a shy smile plays on your face. “Out?” you ask somewhat nervous. “Yes babe” he says trying to suppress a grin. You arch an eyebrow and drape your arms around his neck, pulling him closer so he is standing between your legs.

“People will look” you reply in a tone that implies you don’t want to cause problems for him. His eyes warm while looking into yours.

“I know. I want them to look. It’s not always going to be easy, but I’m in if you are”, he says brushing your bangs away from your eyes. You smile as pull his face closer to yours.

“I’m in.”

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Inspired by the song “oh, it is love” by Hellogoodbye.

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Sapphic September

A colleague pointed out to me that it was #sapphicseptember, and while I’m not always one to jump on literary trends, I like the idea of this one. I firmly believe there’s a double standard in popular media that prioritizes m/m relationships, and that they’re shown as much more acceptable and family friendly, while w/w relationships are still somewhat hidden and/or fetishized. 

So let’s fix that a little, shall we? Here are a few great reads that I’ve loved, some recent and some not, that feature wlw relationships at the front and centre of the story, to help you fill out your #sappicSeptember (or any other time of year, really) reading bingo card! If you’ve got more, reblog and add; wouldn’t we love to see a great reading list get traction? 

THE MIDNIGHT LIE by Marie Rutkoski (YA, Fantasy, Magic): Lush, beautiful prose and enchantment. Nirrim is an orphan who makes a risky deal with the flirtatious and mysterious Sid. Together, they embark on an adventure through the luscious and prohibited world of the High-Kith, in order to solve the mystery of Ethin’s past. Lots of themes about facing your past and who you really are. Some deliciously steamy moments, and heartfelt ones, too.

ONE LAST STOP by Casey McQuiston (Adult, Time Travel, Contemporary): Definite Millennial vibes, and lots of found family as August, a young woman in her mid-twenties, moves to NYC and meets the charming and bold Jane on the subway. Everything about Jane seems perfect, but as sparks fly, they discover that Jane isn’t able to leave the Q Train - in fact, she hasn’t left it since the 70s. Fun and cute, and the romance is pure sexy, heart-rushing, sparkling exhilaration. 

A MASTER OF DJINN by P. Djèlí Clark | (Adult, Fantasy, Steampunk, Mystery, Historical Fiction): Cairo, 1912. Fatma is one of the Ministry’s only female agents. She’s independent and tough, so it’s no surprise when she’s called to the city’s strangest case: a secret brotherhood is murdered by a mysterious man calling himself the dangerous and magical al-Jahiz, returned from the dead. Fatma and her clever girlfriend Siti must get to the bottom of the matter, and see if the imposter really is who he claims to be, before it’s too late. 

THE PULL OF THE STARS by Emma Donoghue | (Adult, Historical Fiction, Nurses): Spend three days in a Dublin Maternity ward with the tough and compassionate Nurse Julia Power. Up to her elbows in life and death, she’s fighting alongside the women who are her patients, and the Great Flu of 1918 means that the hospital is overwhelmingly short-staffed. Assigned to Nurse Power is the young, bright, Bridie Sweeney, and though the pair is at odds at first, the next few days’ battles will bring them closer than they imagined. Tightly written, heart-in-your-throat atmosphere, and be prepared for intense emotion.

UPRIGHT WOMEN WANTED by Sarah Gailey | (Adult, Speculative Fiction, Dystopian, Western): A quick, feisty and vibrant take on the Western. Esther is escaping the conventional life of marriage and expectations that her family wants for her. She stows herself away in the book wagon of the Librarians; a guerilla group of badass cowgirls fighting back against the corrupt government and distributing illegal materials and hope. Fresh and fun and packs a hell of a punch. 

A LESSON IN VENGEANCE by Victoria Lee | (YA, Dark Academia, Mystery, Paranormal): Felicity and new girl Ellis are students at Dalloway School, and team up to investigate the mysterious deaths of five previous students, rumoured to be witches. Nice and haunted, great for back-to-school vibes, and, heads up, has quite a spicy scene. 

LAST NIGHT AT THE TELEGRAPH CLUB by Malinda Lo | (YA, Historical Fiction, San Francisco Chinatown): During the 1950s, the Red Scare was in full force, and Lily Hu and Kathleen Miller are two young women who are facing the loss of everything to keep their love. Immersive and slow, but beautifully worth it. Makes you wonder when lesbian bars will see the light of day again. 

WHY BE HAPPY WHEN YOU COULD BE NORMAL? by Jeanette Winterson | (Non-fiction, memoir): I don’t read a ton of memoirs, but if you’ve never read Winterson you’re in for the ultimate treat. This is a beautiful story of an author’s life (Winterson came out as a lesbian when she was 16), but also, you’ll be wanting to highlight just about every line in it; her writing is gorgeous. (My own copy is full of highlights and notes, and is actually currently on loan to a friend, which is why I don’t have a pic of it!) 

THE MOON IS ALWAYS FEMALE by Marge Piercy | (Poetry): I know that Saphho is the obvious choice, but we already know her, so let’s come up with something a bit different. This is a small collection, and I’m not super into poetry but since the pandemic has messed with my focus, I’ve discovered a lot more of it. Piercy’s style is stunning; sharp and deep and lush, all at once. There are some beautiful hard-hitters, and “Limited but Fertile Possibilities are Offered by This Brochure” reads like a heart-pounding, wlw, rally cry. 

[effielumiere]

The Snoopy Convention

Pairing: Jung Hoseok / J-Hope x Reader

Genre: Romance, Non-Idol AU, Comedy.

Synopsis: Hoseok is a college student who has a passion for music and dance, and his favorite pass time is adoring the most adorable dog in the world (aside from Mickey), Snoopy! So when a convention was held he couldn't help himself and attended. To his surprise, he meets some who shared the same love towards the adorable dog.

Chapter Warning(s): A bit of cursing but filled with pure fluff, that's all folks. UNEDITED!

Word count: 4.6k

A/N: Hiii, I'm back... kinda lol. Funny how this was completed before Love Notes, which was supposed to be uploaded first lol. I hope you enjoy this, it's my first BTS fluff fic. I wrote this long before JITB was announced but recently finished it. I hope you enjoy it. BTW THIS UNEDITED, JUST THOUGHT I'D SAY IT AGAIN. Also... I'm pretty sure the Snoopy Convention doesn't exist... I wish it did though. I bet Hobi would fly all the way there to see it. So, here's to Hobi's undying love for Snoopy and for younger me who loved Snoopy as Joe Cool lol.

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"For the last time, hyung," Taehyung says annoyed as Jin laughs with Jimin and Jungkook as they sat on the couch "I'm not going to join you in this ridiculous -" he rips off his gloves and kicks off his shoes making the trio laugh more, Hobi wanted to laugh but he was holding back knowing Taehyung was gonna be more pissed if he did.

"Taehyung-ah, please," he had tears in his eyes now threatening to fall and he was turning a light shade of pink from holding his breath from laughing "It's only for an hour, all you gotta do if be my wingman,"

Jin guffawed as he gasped out a dad joke making Jimin and Jungkook laugh harder "He calls you a wingman because you got wings and you're a-"

Taehyung cuts him off before he could even continue "I KNOW I'M DRESSED AS A FUCKING BIRD, HYUNG, STOP POINTING IT OUT!"

From where he was standing, Hobi was able to see Yoongi who had his back towards the group, sitting on the brown piano bench, shoulders shaking, he had his head turned to Namjoon who was quietly laughing sitting on the balcony bench, he eventually laid on the bench covering his face with the open book he was reading - still laughing.

"I LOOK LIKE FUCKING BIG BIRD FROM SESAME STREET, HYUNG!" Taehyung's outburst finally causes Hobi, Namjoon and Yoongi to join the other boys who were already laughing loudly. Taehyung throws the bright bonnet he was supposed to wear along with pieces of his outfit dramatically to the ground making Hobi gasp for air trying to get him to get back in his costume "Taehyung, come on," he giggles "I need someone to be my Woodstock"

"He has wood, Hoba, but it ain't gonna be stocky for you," Jin gasps out and another round of laughter rings in the air this time Taehyung joins as he fell to the ground laughing. Jimin was on the ground in front of Jin and Jungkook, shoulders shaking violently as he laughed. Namjoon's laugh was heard all the way from the balcony, no doubt whoever was outside heard all of them laugh, especially Namjoon.

"Taehyung, please" Hoseok begged him as he laughed "Jimin won't go with me none of them would"

"Hyung, we said we'll go with you, but you didn't say anything about wearing a costume" Jimin wiped the tears in his eyes, Jungkook was also doing the same.

"But it's what makes the experience much more memorable," Hoseok whined pouting his lips hoping they would pity him

"Memorable for you, but memorably embarrassing for us" Yoongi points out "We'll go with you, Hoba, you can wear your costume if you want to, but no forcing us to wear one"

Hobi sighed in defeat and nodded "Fine, I just thought you guys wanted to enjoy it as much as I would if you wore character outfits too"

"We'll wear t-shirts, but not what you're wearing" Jin says

The following evening they stood at the convention center giggling at Hobi who had to get out of his costume at security and get back in it afterwards.

"Nice underwear, Hoba," Yoongi teased with a straight face making Taehyung hide behind Jin as he laughed silently. Hobi glared at him making fun of his white boxers that had different woodstock animations in a pattern and a plain white cotton t-shirt "Shut up, man. Like you don't wear underwear with bears on them" he shot back making the group snicker at them and Yoongi hitting Hoseok's arm with brochures he had on his hand. Once Hobi was inside his costume except his head gear, which was a giant Snoopy mascot, they made their way to the entrance of the main hall where they saw a lot, A LOT of people who were wearing articles of clothing that had snoopy or a Peanuts character on it, the caps were the cutest ones, but to their surprise, Hoseok seemed to be the only one wearing a mascot costume, making him a bit sad and embarrassed.

"I think you're over dressed, Hoba" Namjoon whispered to him, concerned when he witnessed the change in Hoseok's happy and excited reaction from no less that five minutes ago "You wanna exchange clothes?"

"It's okay, Joon-ah" Hobi swallowed a lump in his throat, "It's once in a while that events like this happen; A Peanuts Anniversary. I never thought I'd be able to attend one and here I am. I'm okay with my outfit," he smiles as he whispered the last part to himself. Namjoon heard him, but wasn't convinced, even so he decided to trust his friend's word and nodded.

"We'll be over at the Marvel Convention about three halls there" he points at the direction to their left "Give us a call if you wanna go home, okay?"

Namjoon has always been kind and considerate when it came to his family, and he was family, the boy were brothers ever since they met in middle school. And Hobi has always been thankful of everything Namjoon have done from protecting him from getting more beaten up by his bullies the day they met. Namjoon had been walking from music class with Yoongi on their way home when they heard the commotion in an alleyway and the voice of Hoseok begging the bullies not to hurt him and that he just wanted to go home. They were already a few punches is when Namjoon and Yoongi stepped in saying that they already called the cops and thay they were going to post the video of them beating up Hoseok if they didn't leave him alone, making them run off. They took him to the nearest hospital to have his broken nose fixed and his cuts cleaned. The trio have been close friends ever since and over the years the other boys were added to their group eventually when they had to go to college they moved to one apartment and were always helping each other out, but Namjoon was always the one who was like a protective father image to them.

Hoseok nodded at him and smiled at the other members who watched him as he stepped up to the security showing them his VIP pass which he worked so hard for; saving every penny he could just to experience euphoria in a, as he called it, Snoopy Convention. He wore his costume head which made him taller, even taller than Namjoon he felt happy being away from the spotlight, but he soon realized that he was wearing the wrong outfit if he wanted to lay low.

"Nice, outfit, bro" he received compliments from people whom he walked by all seeming very happy to see someone wear a Snoopy mascot. Maybe the outfit wasn't much of a bad idea after all. Looking around, he didn't know where to start. There were so many things that he wanted to see in the span of 4 hours before he had to get back home to sleep early and be up early for class tomorrow first thing in the morning. Deciding to make a pit stop on the mini bar that served both alcoholic and non alcoholic beverages, he would opt for a shot of liquid courage.

"What's your poison, Snoopy?" the bartender smiled "though I'd suggest that you take the head off in case kids see you drink," they both chuckle as Hobi took off Snoopy's head, as morbid as it sounded.

"Whiskey on the rocks, please" he smiles as the bartender nodded

"I wish I had your guts, man" the bartender shakes his head in disbelief "I wouldn't want to be the center of attention, let alone being the only Snoopy around here," placing the drink in front of him.

"I decided to seize the moment" Hobi sipped his drink "Events like this happen only once in a lifetime, so I went all out. Plus I'm not sure if I'll be able to attend another one"

"Don't be ridiculous, bro," he grins as he cleans a glass with a rag that was neatly folded next to him "Besides looks like kids are gonna love you in that" just as he says the word a mother and daughter step up to him asking for picture of him in a costume, once done he took his head gear off and finished off his drink, as he went on his little adventure. In the far end of the room there was a little auction happening with Peanuts pins that dated back to the 70s. There were two persons bidding on the little auction didn't seem too interested, they were probably around the same age as Jungkook. The enamel pin badges were a pair, with the images of Snoopy and Gigi kissing through the edge of the pin and it had a glittery coating with golden outlines of the characters. The bid started at 5,500 won, the autioneer looked dismayed at the audience and the two kids who didn't seem interested, and out of pity Hobi bidded.

"5000 won" Hobi shrugged, the auctioneer looks at him shocked "It's all I got with me right now, sorry," It's a lie, he's actually got 6000 won with him but decided to keep 1000 with him in case he gets hungry.

"Sold," the auctioneer bellows "to the Snoopy mascot and that's all the items for today folks. See you next time"

The two guys got up from their seats and made their way out. Hobi walked up to him and handed him the 5000 won which the man gratefully smiled and handed him the box of pins.

"Glad you got these," he chuckled "my wife kept bugging me that someone else deserves to have these since our kids don't seem to enthusiastic about the Peanuts world."

"That's sad, who wouldn't love these guys. They're amazing"

"I know but don't tell my son and niece that the piano he's using was signed by Schultz."

"Don't worry," Hobi giggled "I didn't hear a thing"

"Good, good," the man extended his hand "Bang Sihyuk, I'm a music major professor at the University. I think I've seen you around Song's dance classes?"

"Yeah" Hobi nodded surprised at the encounter "Jung Hoseok, my friends call me Hobi" the older man smiled

"You don't happen to be one of those kids that hangs out with Namjoon and Yoongi are you? The underground rappers? RM and Suga?"

"In fact, I am J-Hope," Sihyuk stared at him grinning

"Well how about that," he laughs "How come I don't see you in music class anymore?"

"Probably because the rapping scene isn't for me, dance is more of my thing" he rubs the back of his neck nervously "My feet and body are faster than my mouth, honestly"

After a beat, Sihyuk shakes his head "I highly doubt that. Namjoon invited me to one of those rap battle thingies, that he and his group competed in. I've seen what you can do, Hobi. And I think you've got it. Don't get me wrong you're good at dancing, but you're also good at rapping. That's probably why my niece thought you were really good and for what I know, she listens to classical music mostly because she's a ballerina."

"I took ballet for a couple of months last year but gave up after," he chuckled "the kids were making fun of me being too stiff and my toes hurt too much"

"But you're still dancing, now that's something," he grins "tell you what, whenever you feel like it drop by music classes with Joon and Yoongi, just sit in. I'm sure you'll enjoy it"

"I'll try, sir" Hobi gets up shaking his hand

"You know, my niece likes the while Peanuts franchise but she never asked for those saying that if it was meant to be for her - at least one of the pins - she hopes to received it from someone like her, a fan. Kinda like how I met my wife"

"Is that so?" Hobi smiles

"Yeah, when I met my wife it was somewhat of convention like this one except we were at the auction, bid-fighting one of the first published prints on the newspaper. I bid the highest but I bought it for her just to ask her out, she kept calling it an expensive date

She bought those pins just after my son was born but, like I said, he's not much of a fan, and now it's yours" Bang Sihyuk smiles as he places the strap of his bag on his shoulder, preparing to leave "Take good care of it, kid, it's not gold or diamonds, but the sentimental value is more expensive than any other currency in the world. I'll see you around. Enjoy your time and I heard there's another one like you here" he wiggles his eyebrows as he heads off and Hobi waves goodbye, still rooted on his spot. What does he mean 'one of me'? Hobi wondered as he sat back down on the of the seats. Opening the casing of the pins, he pulls one out, Gigi and turns it over.

'Neverending forever my universe, yours forever'. Checking the other pin, it had the same engraved message. Hobi smiles in awe at how sweet the couple was with each other and decided that he would do what Professor Bang Sihyuk did, except he was going to give the Snoopy pin to the girl that will steal his heart. Hoseok was snapped out of his thoughts when his phone rang from his costume pocket. Staring at the screen he picked up Taehyung's call.

"Hyung" Tae yelled out of breath "Hyung, you've gotta see this!"

"See what, Tae?"

"Someone's dressed like you, but Gigi!" Namjoon yells "We went outside to buy some chicken nuggets because were craving and right in front of us was Gigi! We thought it was you but Gigi had a purple tutu on and guess what she ordered, Hoba?!"

"What?" he asked bored as put the box case in his hidden bag; Snoopy's tummy.

"A hamburger meal with a crap load of pickles and her beverage of choice was Sprite" Hobi stopped in his tracks hearing it, the boys gave him hell for his combination of hamburger and sprite insisting Pepsi or Coke tasted better with it. Hobi found it endearing and shocking that he wasn't alone.

"I think she's there, hyung. She left about 10 minutes ago headed to the convention building. I hope you get to meet her, hyung. You won't miss her, obviously" with the last word added Hoseok heard snickering and he decided that they were probably playing a joke on him because of the outfit making him a bit sad.

"Look guys, I know the costume was a lot but you didn't have to go this far just to tease me, you could've done it straight in my face"

"Wait, hyung, no! We're not joking around, there is someone who's dressed as Gigi and she's probably there,"

"Yeah, yeah, I gotta go, the line for the Snoopy shaped cotton candy is about to leave" Hobi hurriedly said as he hung up putting his mascot head back on and jogging to the cart.

"Motherfuc-" Hobi cursed as he collided what felt like a wall and fell flat on his ass, mascot head flying off. Rubbing the spot on his lower back that collided with the floor "Bro! Watch where they fuck you're go... ing" Hobi trailed off as he looked at who he slammed into,

"It ain't my fucking fault you weren't looking where you're going you idiot!" As she looks up, her eyes widen at the realization of who she bumped, or rather collided into.

"Oh, you're J-Hope, right?" she asked hesitantly as she slowly got up with the help of Hobi, holding the fallen Gigi head by the ear in one hand and the other was holding his hand. Hobi felt a bit warm in his outfit just by looking at her, let alone being in close proximity.

"Yes, but that's my stage name. My real name is Ju-"

"Jung Hoseok, you're taking up Fine Arts and you major in Music, but you lean more towards dance; Hip hop specifically, you stopped sub-majoring in other music classes I heard... and noticed, but that's alright, it suits you more." she said in a fast manner that had Hoseok's head spinning

"Y-you know me?" Hoseok stuttered as stared at her wide eyed "H-how do you-?"

"Well..." she trailed off as played Gigi's ears between her fingers "I'm kind of a fan, you see. I first saw you during orientation and I was really impressed with your dancing, then I saw you in the ballet classes that the school offered to kids during the summer, but you didn't stay for long. Not to mention, I see you in almost all of the school's music events and I've... attended a few of your... underground rap battles with Joon and Yoongi..." Hobi was about to respond when a voice interrupted.

"Are you two gonna stand there all day or are you gonna buy some cotton candy before I leave?" the man selling the cotton candy asked them. Hobi held his arm out, motioning her to go ahead of him. As he stood behind her, he couldn't help squint his eyes and send off a quick thank you prayer to whoever was up there for making this moment happen. He finally found out that his first crush has noticed him, is talking to him, bumped into him and to add it all up, she's a fan of his work.

"So you like Hip-Hop and rap?" he asked as he watched her smile get brighter as her cotton candy was being shaped into the shape of Snoopy's head.

"I didn't," she said as she looks back at him "Until I heard you, Joon and Yoongi at Mr. Bang's riff-off in our second year. Not sure if you remember it though, usually the acapella club hosts it, but that year everyone who was majoring in music and dance were supposed to group up and battle. My group didn't make it to the Semi-finals but yours did. It's BTS, right?"

"Yeah, it is" he smiled, before turning and handing a bill to the the vendor "that's for two, I'll pay for the lady's candy"

"Y-you don't have to do that," her eyes widen as she looked up from her tummy-bag where she was grabbing her money "I was actually going to pay for yours too"

"Maybe next time, Y/n" he tries to hide his smile hoping she'll catch his drift.

"Next time?" she asks, watching him nibble at Snoopy's cotton candy nose

"Yeah, next time... If you're up for it...." he trails off, looking down at his candy avoiding eye contact

"It's a date," she quickly says before shaking her head "I'm mean-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out like that,"

"No, no, no, it's okay" he reassures her "It's a date,"

Y/n blushes as she nods, looking down at her cotton candy as she starts picking the flossy thing and eats it with a smile. At that moment Hobi discreetly pulls out his phone and takes a picture of her eating the candy and another picture he took focused on his candy and her, blurred in the background. He sends that to the group chat with the other boys.

🐿️I found her

🐨 Finally, Tae and Jimin wouldn't shut up about how cute you both look.

🐻 Because they are!!

🐻 Imagine! It's Snoopy and Gigi!

🐰Did you make friends, hyung?

🐿️ I did! You wouldn't believe who it is!

🐥 Who?

🐿️ I'm pretty sure you could have a wild guess, Jjiminie

🐥Wait... you don't mean....?

"So, should I call you Hoseok or J-Hope?" she asks almost done with her candy, making him ignore his buzzing phone and look up at hrt beauty.

"Hobi," he mutters "My friends call me Hobi."

"Alright then, Hobi. How about we get out of here for they lock us inside?" she suggested and when Hobi looked around he finally noticed that the convention hall was finally cleaning up, getting ready to close. He nodded as tucks the mascot head under one of his arms and walked beside her while they walk towards the exit.

"Do you need a lift?" he asks suddenly "I could drive you home?"

"Nah, I came here with my uncle he's probably waiting for me in the parking lot," he nods in understanding "What about you? Did you come here alone?"

"No, my friends and I drove here," he explained "They were afraid I was gonna be bullied because of the suit so they got in the car and eventually got interested in the Marvel convention down the hall"

Hobi opened the door for her, once she was out, he carefully walked backwards to avoid his Snoopy butt getting stuck in the door. Turning around to face Y/n, he finds her giggling. He chuckles at the sound.

"What?" he asks "Do I have something on my face?"

"No," she giggles "Your ass is too fucking thick in that costume, you had to literally back up your dump truck"

Behind Y/n the other boys were standing next to Hobi's SUV chuckling, while Jungkook and Yoongi were quietly laughing in the backseat.

"She has the same potty mouth that hyung has" Jimin giggled at Taehyung who replied "Remind me not to bring them alcohol, their potty mouth might be worse when intoxicated" Yoongi chuckled at the two's joke who themselves can't stop giggling as they were tipsy.

"Um, Y/n these are my friends," Hobi says as he introduces his friends to her awkwardly.

"So, you're the Gigi we saw at McDonald's" Namjoon says "You have a strange order combination,"

"Oh," she says her cheeks turning a slight tinge of pink

"Yeah, it was strange but nothing new," Jimin says as he leans on the window of the passenger side "Hyung orders the same thing every time"

Y/n look at Hoseok in surprise, he mirrored the look before stuttering and looking at Jimin.

"Y-Ya! Why did you have to broadcast that to to everyone?"

"Relax, hyung," Jungkook says "We all know your weird combo, plus Y/n over here has the same combo, it's no surprise."

"Do you need a ride home? Would you like to join us?“ Taehyung asks her, eyes glinting mischievously, as he leans to the middle row where Jungkook and Yoongi were sitting.

"It's alright," she politely wave off his offer before Hobi could talk back at Taehyung "Hobi asked me the same thing, but my uncle's over there waiting" she pointed at a car in the open parking lot. The boys turned to the direction she pointed, Namjoon and Yoongi's eyes widen in familiarization her... uncle.

Hobi tried to look at where Y/n was pointing only to find a man who was carefully placing a box in the trunk of a white SUV.

"Uncle!" Y/n yells, making the man turn around. The other boys, as well as Hobi's jaws drop as they get a good look at her Uncle.

"You're uncle is Bang Sihyuk?!" Yoongi yells from inside the car, suddenly feeling wide awake.

"Woah," Jimin gasped in surprise "What a plot twist..."

"it's not a plot twist at this point," Taehyung laughed

"Well, sorry to break it to you Hobi but we gotta go, we got a project to finish up tomorrow" Namjoon says as he smiles apologetically at Y/n "Sorry, Y/n,"

"That's all right" she waves off his apology and she tilts her head at her uncle's direction "He's in a hurry to get me back home before my parents notice I'm missing" she chuckled

"All right, we'll see you around" he nods as he pats Hobi's shoulder and mutter "Say goodbye to your girl" low enough for Y/n not to hear, to which Hobi nods, before Joon sat next to Yoongi.

"Well, I guess I'll see you around in campus" he smiles a little as he plays with Snoopy's ears.

"Yeah, you will, especially if rejoin music classes or ballet, but you'll definitely see me around" she smiles "oh, and don't forget our date"

"Date?" Hobi stared at her shocked, behind him the other boys looked at each other as Namjoon and Jin ask each other "Did she just say date? As in a date with Hobi?"

"He better keep it up, he's getting luckier by the minute" Jungkook chuckles as they all watch Y/n and Hobi interact, unbeknownst to them, Bang Sihyuk was leaning on the side of his car waiting for his niece and when he reads her lips say the word 'date', he shakes his head chuckling "Aiiish~ he better not break her heart or he's in trouble" he says to himself as he rounds the car to gets in and warm up.

"Yeah, you said earlier when we were having cotton candy"

"Oh, right," he starts to think of where he could take her next off the top of his head but came up with nothing just in time for her to say "Han River, next weekend... maybe Saturday?

"We could have a picnic and fried chicken there." she suggested and Hobi could think of a better idea making nod enthusiastically at her suggestion "You're on, I'll text you"

"It's a date," they beam at each other as Hobi gives her a tiny wave goodbye before getting on the middle row seats of the car handing Snoopy's head to Jungkook who gladly took it and put it on his head making Jimin laughs from the passengers side, and Taehyung and Jin laughing from the backseat.

Hoseok walked around the front of the car to head towards the driver's seat, when half way he stops in his tracks as he feels the box that had the pins that he purchased from the auction earlier and remembered the story that Bang Sihyuk told him. Turning around, he looks at Y/n who looked confused, and slowly he walked her way. As he did, he felt like his life flashed before his eyes; memories of orientation day when he showed off his dancing skills and saw Y/n jaw drop and endless happy seal like clapping when he was performing. Moments from the underground rap battles he used to run away from home to attend to just to be free, and immediately spotting her in the crowd yelling and hollering along with the crowd of people. But the most memorable memory, last summer when he found out she was a ballerina helped teaching kids to dance and he decided to take lessons before he sadly decided that he had to drop it because it wasn't his thing, but would continue watching from afar.

Taking out the box, the opens it and gently hands her the Snoopy pin and says "I bought this at the auction before we met from who I now found out was Mr. Bang. I think, that you deserve to have my other half, to remember me and this day. I'm keeping Gigi because it reminds me of you." Y/n stares at the Snoopy pins, and Hobi could literally see the wheels turning in her head "You owe me, a date. A lot of them." he teases her, and she finally looks up, eyes a bit glossy.

"S-sure" she stuttered "However many dates you want, Hoba" making Hoseok smile brighly as he carefully leans forward to kiss her cheek before walking back to the car making his way to the driver's side. And before he got in, he yelled "See you on Saturday," as he waved goodbye and drove away the other guys waving at her as well.

When they were far enough the other boys started yelling at how smooth Hobi was in asking her out, but Hobi didn't pay them any mind as the memories flashed before his mind as he drove making him smile and as he did he felt proud of himself for asking her to stick around for a long time.

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[sevmch]

hq boys as dads calling you while you're away bc your child wouldn't stop crying

characters: kuroo tetsuro, bokuto koutarou

warning(s): none, just fluff. kuroo is v father material aahh!!

a/n: this was sitting on my drafts for a while now. other characters coming soon 👀

kuroo tetsuro

you were overseas for two days to attend a convention that your job required which meant leaving kuroo and your child

kuroo was admittedly and without a doubt, a really good father so when he told you not to worry about them, you left without any worries at all

kuroo knew everything - how to prepare milk and baby food, changing diapers, how to get them to sleep, how to stop their tantrums, basically everything

still you bugged him all the way to the airport to call if something were to happen or if he needed help with anything such as locating the diaper and milk powder

afterall, he was rarely on baby duty since his job required more of his time compared to yours but he has never failed to provide you and his son the time and affection

the first day went by smoothly and without a problem, that is until the next day. your son just wouldn't stop crying so he had to call you to calm him down

no matter what kuroo did, your son just wouldn't stop crying even when he was cradling him gently in his arms and rubbing his back. their child has been crying for almost an hour now, only getting louder and stronger despite his best efforts to calmly shush him or lull him to sleep.

the morning went by pretty fine; kuroo fed, bathed, and played with their son - even changed the diapers twice. their son seemed to be in a pretty good mood throughout the morning but apparently, babies get mood swings too, and that's when the crying started.

kuroo tried basically everything from trying to get their son to drink milk, to giving the pacifier, and humming baby songs he could think of but all his attempts failed. their son wasn't bored nor hungry and was definitely not sleepy so it was starting to worry kuroo.

"hey bud, you're scaring me now," kuroo cooed, softly pressing the back of his hand against their son's forehead but the temperature was fine. kuroo knew all the baby stuff without sweat, even the signals of what they needed but this was entirely different. it was only when then their son pointed to the picture of the three of you framed on the wall that kuroo got his answer. pressing a soft kiss against his son's temple, he whispered softly, "i know bud, i miss mommy too."

kuroo grabbed his phone from the couch and called you, chuckling when you instantly answered on the first ring with a hint of worry in your voice. "tetsu, what's wrong? are you both okay? should i get on the next flight?"

"relax kitten, we're fine. we just miss you."

"awe, i miss both my boys too."

"mama's on the phone bud." kuroo switched to loud speaker, smiling widely at their son who looked at him with wide, doe eyes upon hearing your voice. the crying eventually died down as you kept speaking through the phone with your cute, tiny baby voice until your son fell asleep in his arms.

"is he asleep?" you asked.

"yep. hey, you should use that baby voice often. it's cute," he teased, grinning ear to ear.

"shut up."

the rest of the afternoon was spent at a mall near the airport, buying toys and new clothes and stopping by for ice cream before waiting for you at the terminal.

"look bud, there's mommy!" kuroo crouched to level with their son, pointing at your figure from a distance. their son's eyes lit up when spotting you, giggling and reaching out his other hand that kuroo wasn't holding.

"awe, it's my two favorite boys! i missed you both so much!" you said sweetly, dropping your bags to hug your son.

"i missed you so much, love." you hugged kuroo tightly when he stood up only for him to hug you tighter, peppering kisses on your cheeks.

"missed you more, kitten," he said softly, pressing a light kiss to your lips before carrying your son. you really had nothing to worry about.

bokuto kotarou

you were a little bit worried about leaving bokuto and your child even if it was just for a couple of hours. you had to visit your parents in kyoto and dropby for groceries on the way home

it's not that you didn't trust him, you were just not quite sure if the house would be exactly the same as when you left knowing how bokuto and your child loved to play A LOT

you considered calling akaashi to babysit the two lmao

bokuto matched your child's energy so while you're incharge of all the serious baby duties, bokuto was incharge of playing and goofing around with your child while you rested

really, your child got their hyperactiveness from bo

you were also the one who dealt with the tantrums while bo assisted, so when bo was left to deal with your son's tantrum alone, he panicked and was about to cry himself because your son was crying and it made him sad :(

you left the house around 6 am after preparing breakfast for your husband and son as well as the other things that bokuto will need for the day. althought bokuto spent a lot of time with your child, it didn't always include the serious baby duties so you knew for sure if you hadn't displayed the diapers and vitamins on the counter in advance, he'd be flipping the house upside down searching for them.

you also left a note on the fridge that consisted of all the instructions and reminders to serve as a guide. you trusted bokuto, of course, but you really just didn't want to come home to a mess.

bokuto's arms snaked around your waist and squeezed you lightly in his hug, nuzzling his face at the crook of your neck. "can't you just take us with you?"

"i'd love to kou, but our son just recovered from a fever so it's best if he stays home for now."

he nodded, visibly frowning. you cupped his cheek to get him to look at you. "kou, baby, i'll be back before you know it."

bokuto pouted, looking at you with puppy dog eyes and it took everything in you not to cancel your plans. "call me if there's a problem, okay?" you kissed him goodbye and left.

with the note you left him, bokuto had no troubles throughout the morning routine even during bathtime. he would send you pictures and videos from time to time so you wouldn't have to worry, also because he loved sharing things with you.

bokuto loved playing with your son, loved seeing the adorable smile and hearing the soft giggles during their playtime even if it meant having to crawl on the carpet with his son on his back like a horse.

bokuto was filming him walking around with a huge smile on his face, "come to dada, little guy." your son just recently learned how to walk on their own so their steps were still unstable and wobbly and this resulted to your son tripping on his own feet.

bokuto could shit his pants right now, quickly fumbling to his now crying son to comfort him.

"hey little guy, it's okay you're good, dada's here now." he's whispering comforting words while gently rubbing on their back but the cries only got worse, the tears streaming down the little guy's face nonstop and this made bokuto's heart sink, feeling his own tears pool in his eyes. "shh i'm sorry, i'm sorry... you're okay, i gotchu."

his hands hesitantly reached out hug your son, so fragile it scared bokuto. he was calling you now and thank god you answered right away.

"kou?"

"he won't stop crying and i don't know what to do, can you come home now please? i think i just made our son hate me."

you sighed, "he doesn't hate you, kou. can you tell me what happened?"

"i was taking a video of him while he walked around but then he tripped and i swear i was watching over him! he won't stop crying, oh god i'm gonna cry too."

"did he hit his head? is he seriously hurt anywhere?"

"no," bokuto mumbled and you sighed in relief.

"okay that's good. it'll be fine babe, kids fall sometimes, okay? especially at this stage where they're learning how to walk. just carry him around for a while and he'll eventually ca-"

"what if i drop him?! should i ask akaashi to come over??" he pressed the phone between his ear and shoulder, gently and carefully lifting his son from the ground, pressing him close to his chest despite being nervous.

"you won't drop him kou, i'll punch you if you do, and no, do not call keiji. you got this, babe, you're his dad and he needs you not his uncle."

it took a while to convince bokuto that he was going to be find and to get off the phone so he can start comforting your son. bokuto did as you said, cradling him in his arms while he walked around the house and pointing to the pictures on the wall until your son finally calmed down. the only problem was that his son would start crying again whenever he attempted to bring him down, tiny hands clinging around his neck and onto his shirt.

you arrived home around 8 pm, announcing your arrival only to be met with silence at the door.

"kou?"

your eyes softened as soon as you found him asleep on the couch with your son on top of his chest, his strong arms wrapped securely around the tiny human being. you quietly kneel beside the couch, stroking bokuto's hair which slowly woke him up.

"i'm home." you smiled.

bokuto brought a finger to his lips and you pressed your lips together, taking your son away from his arms so you can tuck him in for the night.

"i'm sooo tired," bokuto whined, resting his head on top of your chest and cuddling close to you as soon as you joined him in bed. "it's my turn to be baby."

you snorted, bokuto's soft snores filling the quiet room in just a few seconds. "goodnight baby."

reblogs & feedbacks r appreciated<3

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[diorbabe66]

Not just writing prompts anon.

I looked into the situation with rosemary subliminals, which you confirmed in a reblog who the rant was directed at, and I have a few things I need to put to light

This will be a kind of long post hawa, and I'm very sorry for putting this on your account! Probably should tag it as long post or non-loa

the companions

are the same thing, written with slight differences.

usually fitting the criterion of the tiktok eboy or the bad boy archetype. to list, they have tattoos, similar demonic features, and oddly colored eyes... and nothing else.

TW // violence mentions, t/rture mention

worth noting, they are also mentally ill and she nonchalantly talks about them being tortured, and absolving herself of guilt from this by stating that she cannot save them nor help them. she states that it is near impossible for her to move them out of there as its against the rules of the realm. as well as stating that, "it truly breaks my heart whenever i go to that place.", and yet constantly goes back to have tea or sweets with her tortured companions.

// warning over

they have the same personality; being unnaturally nice when they are supposed to be what rosemary called, "knife demons", which she had also said were usually known to be ruthless and violent... which is contradictory to one of her off-hand statements that the world she astral projects to isn't known / the statement that said that she was the first human to ever astral project to that particular world.

a continuitive thing with this is that they aren't describe like they are people. more like post-it notes from a wattpad writer + they had changed every photo of theirs in their community post after the earlier anon made the callout ask.

a lot of the companions, who act more like characters, have the same speech pattern and personality with little to no charactization. to give rosemary the benefit of the doubt there, she only gives small snippets of situations and scenarios.. which unfortunately for her were found to be common prompts in scenario generators + can be easily thought up by a teenager who's read enough wattpad fanfiction as it follows that exact pattern

dark demonic and mean person with a soft side for you // tortured soul who finds peace in you // someone who looks mean but is nice and funny

don't forget, conventionally attractive with black hair and usually accompanied by horns and tattoos

the companions are near the same thing with minor differences, and if you switch who said what with any of the "scenarios" she said happened, there would be little to no difference

what she tells her audience

is very little.

while she has made a post saying she is tired of sharing her experiences and her knowledge, she's exaggerating the exact information she's releasing.

she does not explain how to astral project, nor does she explain what certain things are. she doesn't reply to comments saying what she's saying isn't true with the basic rules of astral projection, and the comment disappears mysteriously soon after.

she makes plenty of contradictory statements. earlier above, i stated that she she said that knife demons are known to be ruthless and violent yet in a community post a day ago, she also said that, "most of the spirits i met there were really nice", in the same reality stated in the trigger warnings. she also stated its impossible for her audience to summon her companions... except that is possible so she's contradicting the basic rules of spirits and astral projection themselves

IN A VERY RECENT POST (which happened as i was writing this), she repeats herself again! at least this time, with more creativity. the third companion has similar traits to the previous two except now.. its the vampire archetype

now she astral projects into a vampire world with the conventional-how-you-would-expect a vampire to look (did i mention every companion of hers is a he/him with black hair and never normal colored eyes or did i forget that- oh wait)

this post was at least longer and less wattpad-istic but it is also very clearly a "checkmate antis!" moment. every post was edited after the anon who called her out made the callout, she admits they seemed like wattpad and then tried something different.. but its again, the same thing in a different font

some people who have astral project and practice it say some of the shit she says doesn't follow the basics either but we can't really prove that cause.. she doesn't even explain how she does it?? she just says she does

conclusion

i cannot say for certain whether she is or is not an astral projector

what i can say for certain is that the information she pushes onto her audience is dangerous, contradictory to itself, sometimes goes against some aspects of astral projection, and seems more like a lie that got progressively more suspicious and was getting called out for it on Tumblr of all places but you can't admit that to your 20.7k subscribers

- can i be the feather anon, im on laptop so i can't put it yet but like??

have a great day hawa!

oh wow😭and of course you can!

[everlastingrandom]

I haven't seen a lot of posts about recent voter supression and reform legislation, so I made these slides to try to condense the most recent info. Reblogs are appreciated! The full transcript is under the cut because this ended up going longer than intended.

[Transcript: First slide shows a light blue graphic of the state of Georgia, against a black back ground. There is a graphic of peach right beside it. The header reads: What is GA House Bill 531? And the For the People Act. A caption with an arrow pointing to the state reads, "TLDR; state voting rights are at risk." Another caption reads, "girl help I'm manifesting #Bleorgia again." The rest of the slides follow conventional headers and bullet points.

On March 1st, 2021: Georgia House Republicans passed HB 531 to "Preserve Voter Integrity." Limitations listed in the bill include:

"No excuse" requirements limit allowed absentee voters to those 65+, people with disabilities, and people who will be away from their precinct on Election Day.

Requires GA Driver's License, ID number, or a photocopy of another government-issued document in order to request an absentee ballot.

Shortens absentee ballot request window from 180 days to 78 days. Also sets window to end 11 days before Election Day.

Same early voting dates & times across counties: Three weeks of Monday-Friday, one mandatory Saturday, & then an additional Saturday or Sunday during the first weekend

Counties cannot have more than one absentee box or early voting location per 100,000 active registered voters

Requires all ballot boxes to be inside buildings & only available during in-person early voting hours. Inaccessible after building closes

Other limitations include:

Banning "line warming" — volunteers giving water or food to voters waiting in long lines

Restricting mobile voting buses and pop-up voting locations to emergency use only

Who will be hurt by these measures?

Reduced weekend & early voting hours hurts voters living in metro counties and/or without job flexibity

Drop boxes & voting locations in relation to population hurts voters in rural counties with smaller populations

Restrictions on mobile voting locations hurts voters without transportation and/or with disabilities

Only one optional Sunday for voting specifically hurts Black church led "Souls to the Polls" events, which regularly moblize higher turnouts of Black voters

On March 3rd, 2021, the US House passed the "For the People Act" (HR 1), which includes a swath of reform proposals, such as:

Prohibiting states from restricting a person’s ability to vote by mail under any circumstances

National, automatic, opt-out voter registration

Restores voting rights to people convicted of felonies who have completed their sentences

Requires Facebook and Twitter to disclose the source of and amount of money for political ads on their platforms

Requires the President and VP to disclose previous 10 years of their tax returns

Stops members of Congress from using taxpayer money to settle sexual harassment or discrimination cases

Contact your representatives

HB 531 is on its way the GA senate, where there is a 34 - 22 Republican majority. If signed, this bill will serverly injure state democracy.

HR 1 is on its way to the United States senate. With a 50/50 split, 10 Republican votes are needed to withstand filibuster & reach the president. The bill has already been shot down previously in 2019.

Final caption at the end of the slide reads, "Protestors have already alluded this legislation to Jim Crow Laws. "Voter Uniformity," is just "Seperate but Equal" with a fancier hat." End transcript]

[mtsilvermute]

Rare OOC post:

Hello everyone! This post will be poorly formatted, as I am on mobile. There is some truth to the recent journals in that I’m taking flight this afternoon for a work trip, and I will be barely active until late Sunday night. I’m typing this post in the airport and will reblog it at least once after I land for increased visibility. I’ve confessed my newness to some of you recently, and it’s true that I’ve only roleplayed on Tumblr for the briefest stints back in 2010 and 2013—possibly 4-6 months in total. To that end, I’m still learning the ropes of Tumblr roleplay, and I’ve spent a lot of time perusing your profiles and bios and admin pages in an attempt to grasp contemporary roleplay conventions.

I wanted to make a post disclosing some identities that might be of interest, as I recognize now that my anonymous, “always IC” approach is not as standard as I had originally believed. I will be adding these facts about me to my OOC Info page as soon as I’m back on a desktop: I just can’t format them effectively on mobile! So with that said, let’s get into this. :)

First things first…

My “admin” name! I typically go by the name “Redacted” — which, yes, is sometimes shortened to “Red” — in non-roleplay social spaces. I am certain that this moniker is going to come across as cheeky to most readers, but please trust that I genuinely use this name OOC, and you can call me that with the full understanding that I will respond warmly to it.

Some identity info! I’ve posted that I’m autistic, as it’s extremely important to my understanding of Red. I am also a cis gay man IRL who uses he/him pronouns. I would also consider myself on the ace spectrum, though I experience no aversion to sexual content.

Noteworthily, I am not currently interested in shipping Red with anyone. However, I do headcanon Red as gay in a general sense, and would only consider intimacy between other male characters. (As an important edit, I am also hesitant to establish relationships with other characters because, while I do envision my version of Red as a distinct adult, aged-up protagonist shenanigans can be uncomfortable to navigate. To reiterate a note from my current biography page, I am against “proshipping” and similar “problematic” fandom rhetoric. That being said, I am glad to know that most of this community feels similarly, and I hope that you do not mind me shying away from shipping plots in light of this disclosure.)

I would ask, as a general note, to please be gentle with me if I miss a social cue that would be commonly understood in this roleplay community. There is a lot of standard stuff—such as the way you all create and respond to meta/dash commentary, or conventions about reblogs and post formatting—to which I’m still growing accustomed. I made this blog after rediscovering my love of the Pokémon games with no expectation nor understanding of what I might be getting myself into. That prospect is exciting beyond measure, but I’m definitely experiencing a cultural learning curve, and I would appreciate if you could laugh off any awkwardness as I grow in this space. 🌠

I am happy to answer any and all inquiries as I get accustomed to this blog—and it goes without saying that I would LOVE to facilitate some in-character interactions with you. Thank you so much for reading; I’m ecstatic to be here, and hope to hear from you soon.

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Hunter’s Ridiculous Day

Summary: Hunter makes a mistake; pre-Echo era.  Reader has code name - Larkspur

A/N: Hello lovelies,

So this came to me, when I was writing another story, and just had to write it down.  Hopefully you guys find this as funny as I did writing it.  Thank you for always showing so much love to my stories.  

Warnings: Mentions of reader being naked, blood, injury, lots of teasing, I think that’s about it, if I forget something let me know. 

AO3 Link   |   Words:    |    One Shot Master List |   Main Master List

Feel free to drop a comment, show some love and/or a reblog, it’s always appreciated.  

LARKSPUR POV

Travelling with a bunch of men is not every girl’s dream.  It wasn’t even mine, but the modified omicron-attack shuttle was totally worth putting up with the smells, the snores, the teasing, and the over-protectiveness of the guys when we went out to cantinas.  They eventually grew on me though, and now I can’t imagine my life without my boys, Tech was my little nerdy man, Wrecker was my big lovable softie, Crosshair was my lanky crotchety protector, and Hunter.  Hunter was everything to me.  Although, I would rather die than admit that to him.  

As much as the guys did grow on me, and I loved spending time with them, one thing I always super enjoyed was when I had the shuttle to myself, whether while on a mission, or when the guys went to the market or to pick up supplies.  I got to spend one-on-one time with my baby the Marauder, and I got to spend some much needed alone time.  When not on a mission, I would take advantage of spending as much time using the shower, having music blasting, doing regular maintenance such as, shaving, plucking, exfoliating, trimming my hair, and getting to use my light scent shampoo and conditioner.  Hunter didn’t mind it too much, but he said he would prefer I used it, when he wasn’t on the ship.   

Now usually I’m not a klutz, I’m actually quite coordinated, something I’ve always prided myself on.  However, I’m not sure exactly what happened, maybe it was the soap on the floor, maybe it was the shampoo that had recently been rinsed from my hair, or maybe it was the fact I was dancing in the shower.  All I know is, in that moment, somehow I slipped, and the razor that was on my leg dug in and cut me deep and long against my leg.  Causing me to scream out bloody murder, and made me lose my balance entirely, falling to the floor of the shower with such force, I thought a droid had knocked my legs out from under me. 

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HUNTER POV

I was halfway to the market with the guys, when it hit me like a punch in the face, the smell, it must have been some sort of perfumed powder convention, all I knew was that my nose felt like it was being held underwater, the pressure kept building, causing my head to feel as though it was in a vice grip.   The closer we got to the market, the more the pressure built until my nose started to bleed.  The guys suggested I head back, they told me there was no point in me developing a migraine or worse, just to get supplies.  

I eventually had to agree with the guys, as the pain grew with each step I took.  Inevitably, I trusted Tech to get what we needed, without having to worry about Wrecker and Crosshair trying to sneak in things that were not warranted.  

The pain lessened with each step I took back to the Marauder, I was a few steps from the ramp, when I heard Larkspur scream out loud, it sounded like someone was hurting her, followed by a very loud thud.  My heart beat faster than I ever thought possible, the idea that she was in danger, made me sick to my stomach.  

She’d been travelling with us for the better part of two years. At first, I thought it was going to be difficult living with a woman, but she accommodated us, super gracious at times with our habits, and in no time, she became our fifth bad batch.  When she stepped on board the ship, I thought for sure, she wasn’t up to the task, but then she proved me wrong. She's not only a brilliant mechanic and pilot, but definitely knows how to handle a blaster, which she has proven on more than one occasion.  

That sound that ripped from her mouth though, that made my blood still, I had never heard her scream like that before.  I ran on to the ship, calling her name, I looked everywhere for her, then I smelt it, I smelt the metallic coppery smell, now my stomach was ready to hurl, as all the worst case scenarios played through my head.  She’s not dead, just badly injured, I kept repeating in my head over and over again.   As I searched for her through the ship, I was vowing to whoever was listening, whoever hurt her, was going to regret staying on this ship.  I’d make sure they would suffer worse than they made her suffer, that’s all I knew.  

Yet, no matter where I went I couldn’t find her.  I called her name, practically screaming it from the very bottom of my soul, and there was nothing, no sound, until I neared the refresher, and heard the shower going.  I ran up to the door, and knocked on the refresher.  There was nothing.  No sound.  Just the sound of the shower and music.  Maybe someone attacked her in the shower? Maybe someone caught her unaware? I couldn’t wait for an answer, I forced the door open. 

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LARKSPUR POV

I don’t know how long I was lying on the floor of the shower for, all I saw was the ceiling that needed a good cleaning, the music that had been playing was still blasting, the shower still on, pelting me with water that was still hot, I tried shifting when pain coursed through my whole body.  I stifled a yell, and did my best to roll on to my side.  I felt like a newborn animal, unsure of my limbs and slowly forced myself to try to stand up.  I pulled my legs in, giving me support to stand up.  I used the wall as a support to pull myself up, I pressed my back against the wall, as the water continued to stream over me, I rested my head against the wall, closing my eyes trying to get the room to stop spinning, and to force the pain I felt all over away.  

I turned off the water with my eyes closed, a short time after I felt a rush of cold air, it took a second for me to register it and I lolled my head forward.  As strange as it was to feel cool air, what really threw me off was the noises I heard coming from outside the ship, that wasn’t supposed to happen, the door was closed.  I turned my head to the door and opened my eyes.  

Through half-lidded eyes, I could see Hunter standing there, his chest was heaving like he had just run a marathon.  His eyes were wide, his hands bracing the side of the door frame.  

My mind was still reeling, I blinked a few times, making sure I wasn’t imagining him, then I noticed his eyes were looking me up and down, when I realized … wait … I’M NAKED!!!!!

I couldn’t hold it in, I screamed bloody murder, and tried to cover myself.  

As embarrassing as that was, nothing could have prepared me for what he did, he screamed right back!  Not just matching the intensity and duration of my scream, no, he felt it necessary to scream louder and in a higher pitch, sputtering out an apology and a plethora of sorries, then he slammed the door to the refresher shut.  

I couldn’t believe what just happened, he saw me naked, and screamed!!! HE screamed!!!! I was so unbelievably embarrassed, I hobbled from the shower, grabbed my towel that had been hanging on the bar beside the shower.  I began wrapping it around me, tightly.  My body was shaking, partly from the fall, probably the concussion I received, partly from the loss of blood from the deep gash in my leg, and partly from the sheer embarrassment of the situation.  I closed my eyes trying to orient myself, but I could still hear Hunter’s scream in my head.  No matter how tightly I wrapped the towel, it wasn’t tight enough.  I turned off my music, I couldn’t handle loud noise right now on top of his screams repeating.  

A minute after I turned the music off, I heard a knock on the door.  Sure, NOW HE KNOCKS!

I couldn’t hold in my frustration “WHAT!?” I yelled, but I didn’t get an answer. 

I turned to the door and opened it, I thought what happened before was bad, but the sight before was just utterly ridiculous, Hunter had his bandanna over his eyes, he was a good feet back from the door, as he held out the med pack with one hand, his other hand covered his already covered eyes.  Now, that was just adding insult to injury.  

I couldn’t even say anything. I just snatched the med kit and slammed the door as hard as I could. 

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HUNTER POV

How could I have been so stupid!  How … I can’t believe I just did that! I just gawked at her like I put in a holovid and sat down on the couch with some pop kernel.  She will never forgive me.  I have to get out of here before she decides to kill me.  

I thought it was bad when I realized I had feelings for Larkspur, and how she warmed her way into my heart, but to see her like that … oh maker! That image is going to be burned in my head forever … well you stared at her long enough for it to be burned you ‘keye ava’r’ (dumbass).  Yup, she’s going to kill me and she has every right to, that was so creepy.  I needed to go for a walk, clear my head, get that image out of my brain.  

I don’t even know how long I was walking, or where I was walking, all I knew was I had to make it up to her.  Stars, how was she going to look at me?  How was she going to face me ever again?  Would she stay?  Would she file a complaint?  

“Hunter?” 

I looked up at hearing Tech’s voice, oh great, I forgot about them. They were going to hear about it, probably from her, but if I told them, maybe they wouldn’t tease as much.  Who am I kidding, of course they would!

“Hey guys”

“What are you doing out here?” Crosshair asked

“I had to get off the ship”

“Why?” Tech’s intonation told me he could sense something was off.

“Listen guys, stay off the ship for a little bit.”

“Why?” Wrecker asked, his curiosity, all their curiosity was clearly written on their face.  

I probably should tell them, just not yet, maybe she wouldn’t say anything, yeah, let’s go with that. 

“Just trust me”

Crosshair just shrugged, “fine, but I’m gonna sit on the crates in front of the ship, or is that off limits too?”

I thought about that for a second, that should be okay, “no, that’s fine.”

It didn’t take long before we were sitting in front of the ship, the supplies on the ground in front of us.  When we heard a shift on the ramp, I looked over to see Larkspur dressed in her mechanic flight suit, it was probably one of my favourite outfits of hers, she looked amazing in anything, but seeing in her suit just always made it clear whose squad she belonged to.

“Why are you guys sitting out here?” she looked at the guys avoiding eye contact with me, waiting for a response.

Crosshair decided to answer, “Hunter told us not to go in.”

Larkspur turned from Crosshair and locked eyes with me. I'm not even sure what I should be feeling at that moment, she looked beautiful, truthfully, she always did, but the look that filled her eyes was pure death, which scared me to my very core.  She glared and growled at me, before spinning and walking back in.  The guys didn’t miss that at all, nor did they miss her muttering something, about “sure, now you stay out”.   

Tech turned to look at me, I looked everywhere but at any of their faces. 

“What did you do?” Tech didn’t wait for me to acknowledge his glare.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about Tech” I did my best to keep my gaze focused in front of me 

“Hunter!”

I dipped my head, and let out a sigh, I tried to say it as low as quiet, hoping they would just drop it.

“You what!?” Wrecker asked

I threw my head back, and let out another sigh. 

“I may have seen her naked”

“WHAT!” came from all three of them

Crosshair started smirking, “ohhhh she’s gonna murder you, for sure!  30 credits on Larkspur.”

Tech reached up and patted my shoulder “nice knowing you, Hunter.  You’ve been a great leader.”

“It was an accident!”

“Sure, and the fact you had a crush on her since you first saw her, has nothing to do with it” Crosshair jeered

“That’s not …”

“What true?” Wrecker finished, “listen vod, you’re not as subtle as you think”

“Hold on” Tech began, holding up a finger, “I’m missing something here, why and how did you see her naked?”

I began telling the guys the events leading up to the inevitable disaster that has become my life, “… anyways I forced the door open, and she was … she was there, standing in the shower”

“In the shower?” Crosshair asks

I simply nodded, rubbing my forehead, could this get anymore embarrassing, maybe if I was lucky the ground would open up and swallow me.

“How did she look?” Cross inquired.  I glared at him, Tech yelled, and Wrecker just took the physical route, and smacked him up the back of his head. 

“Hey, doesn’t hurt to ask” he said laughing as he rubbed the back of his head from the sting.  I thought that was the end of it, but Tech, Crosshair and Wrecker all looked at me, waiting for an answer. 

“All I’ll say is it’s definitely an image that will be permanently etched in here” I said pointing to my brain. 

“Yup, she’s definitely going to kill you” Wrecker added laughing.

“Not necessarily” Tech offered, “what happened when you saw her?”

“I …” I cleared my throat, “I froze”

“So … what would you like on your tombstone, this is a rare gift.  Clones don’t usually get a chance to figure that out ahead of time, much less have one.  We can do it up real nice” Crosshair suggested. 

“It’s not that bad” I countered, hoping more than anything.

“No.  No it is” Tech added, I shrugged my shoulders asking ‘why he thought that’, “what happened after you froze?”

“I guess she registered that someone was there, she looked over to me, and then she began screaming when she realized I was there and tried covering herself.  Then I started screaming, because she was screaming, and partly because I was angry with myself.  Basically, we stood screaming at each other for what felt like a minute.  I offered a whole bunch of apologies, and slammed the door shut.”

I looked over to Tech, Crosshair and Wrecker, they were all trying to keep it in, but they couldn’t, Wrecker started laughing, Crosshair was lost, he fell over on Wrecker, holding his stomach, Tech kept slapping the crate and wiping the tears that were falling from how hard he was laughing.  

“Guys it’s not that funny!” I yelled, which just caused them to start laughing even harder.  “I didn’t do it on purpose.  I was just thrown off.  My brain turned off” I offered.

“Even I know you don’t just stare” Wrecker said, “it’s like looking at the sun, you glance and look away! Di’kut!”

“Yup, she’s gonna murder you!” Crosshair laughed out.

“Stop saying that!”

“Alright then what happened?” Tech asked, still wiping a tear from his eye.

“I grabbed the med kit, cause she was bleeding from her leg, pretty bad.  I stood in front of the door, pulled the bandanna around my eyes, and made sure there was plenty of space between me and the door.  I knocked as LOUD as I could, and used my free hand to cover my eyes.”

“You were already wearing the bandanna, schmuck!” Crosshair said

“I didn’t want to have a wardrobe malfunction on her, on top of everything else, anyways, she just opened the door, grabbed the kit, and slammed it closed.”

“You were worried about your wardrobe malfunction, when you saw her completely naked.  You see the hypocrisy there, right?” Tech questioned

“Hey if it were me, I would have taken that razor to your throat” Crosshair offered, with no show of remorse. 

“Good thing, I don’t plan on seeing you naked” I said

“So you did plan it?” Wrecker asked

“What? NO! It was an accident”

“I think you should talk to her, sooner rather than later.” Tech suggested, he was right, the longer I put this off the worse it was going to get. 

“Yeah, you're right” I said, nodding in agreement, no one said anything, but I felt eyes on me, I turned to look at Tech, Crosshair and Wrecker, they all had the same expression on their face.

“Well…” Crosshair began

“What are you waiting for?” Wrecker finished

“Now?”

“No, I suggest you wait till she’s properly seething mad, so it’ll make it easier for her to kill you” I looked at Tech not sure if he was serious, “YES! NOW!” he shouted.  I simply nodded and stood to walk towards the ramp.  My foot was on the bottom of the ramp, when I turned to look at the guys.

“Anyone wanna come?” I offered

“No!” was the resounding answer.

I simply nodded, I was halfway up the ramp, and turned to look at them once again, “hey she may kick my ass right there, you sure you guys don’t want to come?”

Crosshair nodded in agreement, “true”, I saw him shift to stand, but Tech’s hand reached over and held Crosshair down.

“Go!” Tech commanded.

I let out a sigh, and mumbled fine, as I headed into the ship.   I walked in, but everything was quiet, there was no music, no sound whatsoever.  Oh maker, not this again!  I called her, but again no answer, I looked in the kitchenette, nothing, the cockpit, nothing, the gunner at the back of the ship, nothing.  

I was walking to her bunk, when I heard a loud thud again, and a few curses, I rushed to open her door, I thought maybe her leg caused her to trip.  I didn’t even think, I just opened the door, cursing as soon as the door flew open, and there was Larkspur, on the ground, in her underwear, she was picking up her tools that she, I guess, must have tripped on. 

- - - - - - - - - - 

LARKSPUR POV

I was sitting in the cockpit, when my leg was starting to hurt from the cut, I looked down and saw that it was actually bleeding pretty bad, it soaked through my flight suit a little, despite the bacta and bandage.  

I headed to my bunk, I still could hear the guys talking outside the ship, I didn’t pay attention to what they were saying, I heard laughing and yelling, which probably meant the guys were giving Hunter hell, which made me smile a little.  I had taken off most of my flight suit, when I decided to kick it off my leg.  

However, as smooth as I wanted it to be, my foot found my tool box and my tools and the box went flying all over my room, along with my flight suit.  Dumbass! Not only would I have to try to find all the tiny tools I use to fix my baby, but now my toe felt bruised.  I unleashed a slew of curses that would have made any pirate blush.  I was on the ground picking up my tools from all over, when the door slid open, and there was Hunter.  Again! Just like before, he just stood there staring!

“SERIOUSLY!” I said, lifting myself into a sitting position, resting on my knees, with my arms in the air. 

Hunter didn’t say anything he just froze, yet again!

“WHAT! DIDN’T GET A GOOD ENOUGH LOOK LAST TIME!” I shouted

Hunter snapped out of it quickly, and turned his back to me, “no, that’s not… I thought … I mean, I heard … HAAR’CHAK! (Damnit!) WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING!!!!”

- - - - - - - - - 

HUNTER POV

I didn’t wait for a response, I ran off the ship and away from everyone as fast as I could, as soon as I stepped off the ship, I felt the guys eyes on me.

“How did it go?” Tech asked

“Hunter!” Crosshair shouted, I stopped as I was walking away, I rested my hands on my hip, my head lolling forward, I mumbled what happened, but they didn’t hear.

“What?” Wrecker asked

“I walked in on her … AGAIN!”

I didn’t have to turn to look, I could hear the guys dying from laughing, I heard three bodies fall on to the ground, howling, one was pounding his fist into the ground, Wrecker.  Crosshair was wheezing from how hard he was laughing.  Tech was more than likely wiping the tears from his eyes. 

“I’m going for a walk.  DON’T follow me!”

- - - - - - - - - - 

LARKSPUR POV

I came off the ship, and saw the guys on the floor laughing their heads off. Hunter probably told them what happened, I looked around but didn’t see him. 

“Where did, dark and broody go?”

“To let off some … frustration” Crosshair said in between laughs. 

“Don’t be gross, Cross” I said, but couldn’t help the laughter that came out as well.

“If it helps” Tech began, “I do not think he was purposefully trying to see you naked”

“I know, Tech”, I sat on the floor in front of the guys, “to tell you the truth, that’s not even what I’m really upset about.  In a small ship, such as this, it was bound to happen that one of you would walk in on me, actually I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner.”

“Then what’s got you so mad?” Tech asked, as he sat himself up from the floor, Crosshair and Wrecker, both propped themselves up, resting their backs against the crates behind them. 

“He screamed!”

“So did you” Wrecker said

“Yeah, but that was because I wasn’t expecting him or anyone to be standing there, and I was concussed, so it was jarring to see someone at the door.  However, he screamed after looking at me for like five minutes or whatever.  I mean, I know I’m no Senator Amidala, but to warrant a scream, and then a double blindfold! Come on!”

“I do believe his reaction was genuine,” Tech offered, trying to help his brother. 

“Wow, thanks Tech! Way to make me feel even better” I made sure my sarcasm was dripping from each of those words. 

Crosshair leaned over and smacked his brother upside his head, “what he means” Crosshair began, “is that Hunter probably got freaked out by everything and reacted because of his senses, not because he thought you were unattractive.  Trust me sweetheart, no one here thinks that you are unattractive” Cross couldn’t help give me a grin and a wink.

“In fact” he added, “if you are prone to slips in the shower, I will gladly volunteer to be a supervisor or lifeguard for you, sweetheart.  You know, providing you a … steady hand to lean on.”

I shook my head at his offer, “thanks Cross, but I’m good, and it would be a cold day in Mustafar for that to happen”

“Well I can certainly offer my grooming services, while you’re in there.  Make sure you don’t cut yourself again” Wrecker offered, nudging Crosshair. 

“You don’t have any hair!” Tech shouted

We all started laughing, this is why I loved these guys, they just helped me relax and see the ridiculousness of the situation.  

“Thanks Wrecker, but I’m all good on that front too”

“Query?” Tech said holding up a finger

“Hmmm”

“How did it happen again?  I mean the fact it happened once, was a fluke, twice and on the same day, the odds of that are 45,697 to 1.”

“Well I had to change my flight suit, because my leg started bleeding again and it soaked through my suit a bit.  I was trying to kick it off, when I knocked over my tool box, spilling the tools everywhere.  I figured I should just pick up the tools…” I looked over at Tech, whose eyebrow was quirked.

“What?” I asked

“How did you not injure your foot?”

“It wasn’t a hard kick, I mean it hurt, but there’s no bruise”

“Yet, you hit it hard enough to knock it over?” Tech asked

Crosshair snapped his finger, I looked over to him, he was pointing his finger at me, “you did it on purpose!”

“WHAT? NO!”

“You, so, did!” Wrecker said realization hitting him.

“Didn’t”

“Did” Wrecker said

“Didn’t”

“Did” Crosshair said

“Didn’t!”

“It’s okay, we believe you.  However …” Tech looked at me, a smirk appearing, “you did”

Tech looked behind me, I turned and we all saw Hunter coming back into view, I was watching Hunter, when Tech, Crosshair and Wrecker stood.  Tech offered me his hand to help me stand up.  The guys picked up the supplies that had been resting beside them on the floor.

“We’re gonna leave you two to talk” Tech declared, he didn’t exactly give us an option, all three of the guys walked on to the ship, closing the ramp after them. 

I turned to Hunter, “I guess they want us to talk”, he just stared at me like a deer in headlights, which made me nervous. 

“I want to …” he began

“Listen …” I said at the same time

We both chuckled, I rubbed the back of my neck.

“You go first” Hunter suggested

“No-no, you first” I said looking into his eyes, I had embarrassed myself for one day, it was his turn. 

Hunter nodded, “I wanted to apologize for the ridiculousness that was this day, which is actually what I was attempting to do the second time.”  He let out a deep sigh, “what I did … both times, was an accident.  The first time, I thought someone was hurting you.  I heard you scream, it sounded like you were in such pain, and then the loud thud…  Larkspur, I don’t think I have ever been so scared before, I was so freaked out, I just rushed in without thinking.  The second time, I thought the injury to your leg was a lot worse, and you passed out because of it.  Either way, it doesn’t excuse me walking in on you, and then freezing when I saw you.  I do apologize from the bottom of my soul, for walking in and staring, it was creepy, unprofessional, and completely disrespectful of you.”

Never let it be said this man didn’t know how to apologize, cause damn!

“Thank you, Hunter, apology accepted.  Truthfully, I was a little annoyed that you walked in, really irritated that you stood there staring at me like I was a holovid, but that’s not even what really upset me.   As I told the guys, it’s a small ship, it was bound to happen, maybe not the staring, but the walking in on me.”

“Then, what did upset you?” Hunter had such an unsure face, it was like he was trying to divide quantum mechanics with wormhole theory, his brain just couldn’t make sense of what I said. 

“First, let me clarify, did I expect to see you standing there while I was concussed, bleeding, wet and naked, no! But you have to know, the lighting in the refresher isn’t … what I mean is things weren’t … that’s not how I look, okay!  I was covered in blood, and remnants of soap and shampoo. I probably looked super pale because of the blood loss, and the head injury…”

“What?” Hunter cut me off shaking his head, he still couldn’t get on board with what I was trying to say

“You screamed! and not a manly scream, like you stubbed your toe, no, no, you screamed like it was pure terror!  Like what you saw was going to haunt you for the rest of your life!”

Hunter began laughing, his hands rubbing his face, “mesh’la, I screamed because you did, and I got freaked out.  I was angry that I had basically stood there while you were bleeding and probably had a pretty nasty head injury.  When you screamed it was like, I needed to scream too.  It's not cause you’re unattractive.”

My mouth gaped open, “really Hunter! Wow!”

“No!” Hunter quickly tried to backtrack, when he saw my face, “I mean … Haar’chak!”

“No don’t hold back, Sergeant, not like this sinking feeling of self-loathing could get any bigger.”

Hunter stepped forward, closing the respectful distance he had maintained, “that’s not what I meant”, his eyes locked with mine.  He stepped closer, “you’re beautiful”, he reached his hand up, tucking a strain of my hair behind my ear. 

“Ever since you walked into our lives, mesh’la, I have thought you were the most talented,” he moved his hand to rest on my shoulder, while his fingers trailed up my neck, while his thumb rubbed tiny circles on my cheek, “the most courageous”, his other hand reached forward, gliding hair off my forehead, as his fingers traced the side of my face, until he cupped my cheek.  “The most tenacious” he leaned down placing a kiss on the left side of my forehead, “most optimistic” he placed another kiss on the right side of my forehead, “most adaptable” pressing his lips to the centre of my forehead, “most confident” leaving a kiss on my left cheek.  “Most charming” he left a kiss on my right cheek.

He stepped closer, tilting my head back a little to be able to look him in the eyes, my hands rested on his biceps, as he leaned down, my breath caught in my throat, “most beautiful woman I have ever met.”  He leaned down grazing my lips with his, “the image of you in the shower” he said as his lips pressed against ever so slightly, “will haunt me”, I felt his breath fan over my lips, I couldn’t help close my eyes, “because you are beautiful, not just inside, but outside too”.

I wanted him to close the distance, I wanted the pressure, to feel his lips against mine, but he pulled back, he pulled his hands off my face, and stepped back.  All I felt was the cold breeze as I missed his warmth and scent. I was so confused, I opened my eyes and saw him smirking at me. 

“What? What just happened?” I asked

“Think you’re the only one who can tease?  Two can play that game” he smirked and walked towards the ramp.  

I was sooo not happy.  

“Hunter!”

He stopped before pressing the button for the ramp, looking back at me, “I swear if you don’t come back over here, and kiss me this instant, after walking in on me not once, but twice today! I can guarantee you, that image of me in the shower! Will be the only image to keep you warm at night till the end of the war!”

Hunter laughed as he walked back over, snaking his arms around my waist, “so impatient”, he chuckled.

“Shut up and kiss me Hunter!”

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queer classic book recs!!

Image description under the cut! Please tell me if I did something wrong and I will gladly change it!

The other recs will be in the reblog!

[Each slide excluding the title screen includes 3 photos relating to the book, largely alternative covers of each in a small grid format.]

Slide One: In the center is a box with interior text reading "13 lgbtq classics and 1 “modern” classic. Recs in the comments welcome!" The top left corner includes an image of a calligraphy quill. Underneath this is text that reads "Disclaimer! The beginning of this list is.. Very White, but don't worry it gets more diverse as the books get more recent!!" In the top right corner is a text box reading "Look up trigger warnings or I’ll steal your gender! … or give it back!!" under this is a picture of an open book displayed in the foreground and another stack of books in the background.

Slide Two: Carmilla by J. Sheridan Le Fanu.

1872

Lesbian/wlw but written by a man

vampires!

“Following a near-fatal carriage collision, the beautiful young Carmilla is taken in by the narrator Laura and her father.”

While this book plays into the stereotype of the “monteress, seductive lesbian,” it is one of the oldest and most famous classical texts depicting a lesbian relationship. Toxic AF.

Slide Three: The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

1890

not explicitly queer (subtext)

but gay (mlm) tho

“Enthralled by his own exquisite portrait, Dorian Gray exchanges his soul for eternal youth and beauty. Influenced by his friend Lord Henry Wotton, he is drawn into a corrupt double life, indulging his desires in secret while remaining a gentleman in the eyes of polite society. Only his portrait bears the traces of his decadence.”

This book contains Anti-semitism, Racism, Sexism and is honestly a product of its time. Oscar Wilde is certainly a character.

Slide Four: Orlando by Virginia Woolf

1928

sapphic/gender exploration

“The novel opens as Orlando, a young nobleman in Elizabeth's England, awaits a visit from the Queen and traces his experience with first love as England under James I lies locked in the embrace of the Great Frost.”

Main Character is racist and anti-Semitic. While her writing is incredibly important and impactful as a queer figure, she will always be white before she is queer.

Slide Five: The Well of Loneliness by Radclyffe Hall

1928

lesbian/wlw

originally banned

“Stephen is an ideal child of aristocratic parents—a fencer, a horse rider, and a keen scholar. Stephen grows to be a war hero, a bestselling writer, and a loyal, protective lover. But Stephen is a woman, and her lovers are women. As her ambitions drive her, and society confines her, Stephen is forced into desperate actions.”

This book contains racism, use of the N-word, sexism, homophobia & lots of outdated ideas in general.

Slide Six: Giovanni's Room by James Baldwin

1956

gay/mlm

“In a 1950s Paris swarming with expatriates and characterized by dangerous liaisons and hidden violence, an American finds himself unable to repress his impulses, despite his determination to live the conventional life he envisions for himself. After meeting and proposing to a young woman, he falls into a lengthy affair with an Italian bartender and is confounded and tortured by his sexual identity as he oscillates between the two.”

OMG! A classic on this list in which I can't find any evidence of racism or antisemitism! /srs. Imagine that- it's almost like POC classical authors are important to teach about! /hj

Slide Seven: Maurice by E.M. Forster

1971

gay/mlm

fluffy, but homophobia exists in the story as well.

“Maurice is heartbroken over unrequited love, which opened his heart and mind to his own sexual identity. In order to be true to himself, he goes against the grain of society’s often unspoken rules of class, wealth, and politics.”

This book contains the use of the g slur. Please tell me if I missed something!

Slide Eight: HERmione by H.D.

1981

queer/sapphic woman author

poetry

so mf sad bro I mean look at that blurb

“An interior self-portrait of the poet H.D. (1886-1961) is what can best be described as a 'find', a posthumous treasure. ‘I am Hermione Gart, a failure' -she cried in her dementia, 'I am Her, Her, Her.”

To my knowledge, this book isn't problematic- please tell me if it is though!!

Slide Nine: Zami: A New Spelling of My Name by Audre Lorde

1982

lesbian/wlw

A staple of lesbian lit from before the peak of an activist’s career. Great read.

“From the author's vivid childhood memories in Harlem to her coming of age in the late 1950s, the nature of Audre Lorde's work is cyclical. It especially relates the linkage of women who have shaped her.”

Once again to my knowledge, this book isn't problematic

Slide Ten: The Color Purple by Alice Walker

1982

features queer women

has a movie adaptation!

“Separated as girls, sisters Celie and Nettie sustain their loyalty to and hope in each other across time, distance, and silence. Through a series of letters spanning twenty years, first from Celie to God, then the sisters to each other despite the unknown, the novel draws readers into its rich and memorable portrayals of Celie, Nettie, Shug Avery, and Sofia and their experience.”

Once again to my knowledge, this book isn't problematic

Slide Eleven: Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit by Jeanette Winterson

1985

lesbian/wlw

“This is the story of Jeanette, adopted and brought up by her mother as one of God's elect. Zealous and passionate, she seems destined for life as a missionary, but then she falls for one of her converts. At sixteen, Jeanette decides to leave the church, her home, and her family, for the young woman she loves. Innovative, punchy, and tender.”

Once again to my knowledge, this book isn't problematic- but warning, there are quite heavy themes!

Slide Twelve: Dykes to Watch Out For by Alison Bechdel

1986

lesbian/wlw

a classic comedy comic + a really good insight & look into lesbian culture

“Grin, giggle, and guffaw your way through this celebrated cartoonist's graphic commentary of contemporary lesbian life.”

Once again to my knowledge, this book isn't problematic*

*contains d-slur used by lesbians in a non-offensive way

Slide Thirteen: Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Feinberg

1993

lesbian/gender identity around lesbianism

“Woman or man? This internationally acclaimed novel looks at the world through the eyes of Jess Goldberg, a masculine girl growing up in the "Ozzie and Harriet" McCarthy era and coming out as a young butch lesbian in the pre-Stonewall gay drag bars of a blue-collar town. Stone Butch Blues traces a propulsive journey, powerfully evoking history and politics while portraying an extraordinary protagonist full of longing, vulnerability, and working-class grit.”

Once again to my knowledge, this book isn't problematic

Slide Fourteen: Tipping the Velvet by Sarah Waters

1998

lesbian/wlw

historical romance

“Nan King, an oyster girl, is captivated by the music hall phenomenon Kitty Butler, a male impersonator extraordinaire treading the boards in Canterbury. Through a friend at the box office, Nan manages to visit all her shows and finally meet her heroine. Soon after, she becomes Kitty's dresser, and the two head for the bright lights of Leicester Square where they begin a glittering career as music-hall stars in an all-singing and dancing double act. At the same time, behind closed doors, they admit their attraction to each other and their affair begins.”

Once again to my knowledge, this book isn't problematic

Slide Fifteen: Under the Udala Trees By Chinelo Okparanta

2015

lesbian/wlw

modern classic imo, look into the coexistence of native Nigerian culture & queerness

“Ijeoma comes of age as her nation does; born before independence, she is eleven when civil war breaks out in the young republic of Nigeria. Sent away to safety, she meets another displaced child, and they, star-crossed, fall in love. They are from different ethnic communities. They are also both girls. When their love is discovered, Ijeoma learns that she will have to hide this part of herself. But there is a cost to living inside a lie.”

Once again to my knowledge, this book isn't problematic

[hilli98215]

I am confused. I am hurt. I don’t know what to think. This is a long post. A very long post that is personal but I’ve had it in my head for a while to write. You don’t have to read this. This post has no real meaning. It’s more of a rant of how I feel in the world of fandom, my experiences, and why this posts exists. 

Again, you do not have to read this. 

You have been warned.

DO NOT REBLOG THIS POST!!!! 

When I became an English major in college, I did so knowing several things. One of those is the fact I love literature and I love discovering why authors, creators, and artists wrote what became their most well known work.

Where am I going?

My first fandom was when I was in Junior High (about 13-14 years old) that I was a part of, meaning I read fan fiction and discovered fan art of, was either Naruto or Pokémon. To me these works were escapes of my real confusing life. Especially when I moved states and schools. I had no one. Through this, I discovered what I liked and didn’t like in the world of fiction and was introduced to fandom words/slang such as shipping, fan fiction, lemons (which I don’t think is used as often now), different types of writing, yaoi, yuri, and a few more I can’t remember. This also included the all important phrase Don’t like don’t read. This was when I was in my early teens. 

But I was in a phase where I could find what I found interesting and that was that. 

When I got to high school, I was still this awkward quiet kid with no friends. But I did have marching band so that was something. 

At this point was was interested in Ouran Highschool Host Club, Death Note, a series called Beauty Pop, Fullmetal Alchemist, and a few others. This was also around the time where I began writing fanfiction for OHSC and even began buying manga. Anyway, this was my introduction to fandom as a teenager. And this is before Tumblr.

All I had were my friends, videos on YouTube, and my own interests. No one really understood why I loved all these things. 

Then came the very first fandom I became fully obsessed in my sophomore year: a small series called Hetalia Axis Powers. I was completely invested in this fandom. So much so I wrote fan fiction, bought merch, and read a lot of fan fiction myself. I think it was because, at the time I thought it was because the art style was cute, the voice acting wasn’t half bad and it had to do with history. But this is where things got interesting for me and learning about fandom as a whole. 

As a teen, I hadn’t known about AUs and this series had a lot of them. From the usual school AUs to odd ones. I usually stayed in my bubble and kept up the mantra Don’t like Don’t read. 

But why talk about it?

Well, let’s just say a lot of the content later on became weird and new. I learned a lot about new terms like de-aging and ABO. But this leads to interest which once again let me know what genres of fan fiction I like. 

I continued on with this fandom for about 3 years. And what broke it was the drama and how people were finding a sudden moral compass for personified countries. I mean there are other problems with that show that I recognize now as an adult and didn't see as a kid but that’s for another time. But I quietly left because I was beginning to understand that the drama wasn’t worth a tv show.

I would say the next fandom I was invested in and loved and I think had the least amount of drama was Fairy Tail. Now I fell in love with this series because of the story, characters, and the welcoming fandom. Overall there was rarely any drama because I think we all knew that we had to be civil with each other and respect our ships. While I’m not part of that fandom anymore a lot of people on Tumblr and FFN were very welcoming. The main series kinda fizzled out but that was one of the few positive fandom experiences I had.

I was at that point in my life where I was in college, created my Tumblr and posted regularly to escape life. 

Coming off that fandom, I was part of the Yuri on Ice! fandom from beginning to the end. I mean it’s a sports anime that’s about men's figure skating and how it can affect athletes just to get a gist of it.

That’s when my experience with fandom became interesting because these characters were being paired in a way that made me feel like they can’t be paired with anyone else. Like, there was a pairing we were all cheering for to happen by the end. 

This is the first series I was highly interested in as an adult where the ages of the characters were defined. There were a few in their teens, some in their early to mid 20s, and a couple in their 30s. Now this was a historic anime for several reasons. The main being there being a gay relationship being shown in a positive light and mental illness being shown in a way that wasn’t patronizing and negative. I loved this show for those reasons. But I also quickly learned how people would take these characters (especially those with huge age differences) and pair them up. That was my first introduction to criticism of how ‘gross’ it would be for a 15 year old to be paired up with an 18 year old. But I saw a problem that made me second guess my thinking. When I was in high school, I knew someone who was a sophomore at 15 and dated someone who was 18. Why was there a problem? 

I knew if I voiced this that I would be shamed and told that I was disgusting. Eventually I had enough and left shortly after the series ended.

Then came the Voltron: Legendary Defender series. Oh boy.

Now that series came out while I was in college and I often viewed it in a critical perspective similar to one would a piece of literature because my major was in English and that was what I was taught. Like YOI I was part of this fandom day 1 because it was so different from the original Voltron series from the 80s. I loved how the fandom dissected everything in every episode. There were watch parties, analysis videos, and even skits at conventions. It was a fandom I knew I wanted to be a part of. But then there was fanfiction that I found odd and knew that I never wanted to read that. People were writing about topics that made me uncomfortable and I didn’t know how to deal with it. After a while, I questioned why I was forcing myself to read them in the first place. So, I stopped reading them. This was also around the time where I discovered AO3 and their amazing tagging system. Because if the tagging system was not there, I probably would have stopped reading fanfiction all together.

But then there was drama, shipping wars, morality wars, and I had enough. I was there until it ended and left quietly. Which is sad considering I loved the experience but it was ruined by what people thought was right for fictional characters. 

Now you may be asking “What was the point of this post?”

To answer your question, I don’t know.

I have loved reading since I was a kid. And when I got to high school, I had this AP teacher who told us something that has stayed with me to this day.

‘As a reader we are detectives. We want to know why the author wrote this book. We want to know what influenced them.’

I took that saying to heart and approach everything through a critical lens. Which is difficult in a fandom. It’s hard to have a critical approach to a series that everyone takes for a grain of salt.

I have been exposed to a lot of books and pieces of literature that have been considered controversial because of their content. When I left high school, I began to realize what genres of books I like in the YA genre and in literature. 

I experimented.

And when you think about it, that’s what you do with fan fiction and fandom. We are always experimenting. We are always finding what we like and don’t like. 

But recently I’ve noticed a new fandom term that makes me wonder where I fall in all of this craziness we call fandom. 

Pro-Fiction/Pro-Shipper

It wasn’t until last year I saw this word thrown around in a new fandom I am in. I tried to do some research but I couldn't find anything. Nothing. And then I learned it’s a new term in itself.

I won’t go into detail but it reminds of the ‘video games are violent so that makes so-and-so violent’ argument parents made when Mortal Kombat came out. 

Well you still didn’t answer the question.

And you’d be right. I saw a post from a follower that saddened me and honestly freaked me out. Why announce that you hate a specific group? It felt like a call out post without saying any names. A warning that states: Block me or out yourself. Or rather: Block me or else.

Do I identify as this? To tell you the truth, I don’t know. I think critically and see things differently. In fact everyone does. 

We are always going to be influenced by the media whether it be a movie, television, a book, or a video game. We will always love these storylines and characters. We will always take the messages to heart. We will always cheer for the hero and maybe the villain too. 

I do want you guys to remember this, make your own fandom experience. Block those who make you feel uncomfortable and make you feel like you don’t matter. You do.

You are your own person. No one can tell you otherwise. If you feel uncomfortable, then maybe you need to leave the fandom. Or find a space in the fandom that you can be yourself. Or don’t care what people think and do what you always do.

It’s all up to you.

[atc74]

Warrior

Square(s) Filled: Where there’s a will, there’s a way for @as-the-saying-goes-bingo​; Free Space for @spngenrebingo​

Warnings: mental health discussion, age gap, fluff, encouragement, TW: mentions of attempted suicide

Summary: Y/N is a young new actress that has landed a guest role on Supernatural. One of the main stars is a hero to her and she let’s him know, inspiring him even further. 

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Word Count: 1121

Written for: @as-the-saying-goes-bingo​, and for anonymous who sent the following prompt for my 1k notes celebration:  hello!! can i get a sam or jared (surprise me) with the "You look good in my sweater" prompt? maybe the reader can be younger like in her 20's? or not haha tysm! ~D

Beta’d by: @amanda-teaches​

A/N: I hope you like the direction I took this. It kind of just happened. The power of this fandom can do amazing things.

As a reminder, this is a work of fiction and should be regarded as such. No harm is intended toward the actor(s) or their families.

Immerse yourself in Jared’s scent and buy it here from @scentsfromthebunker!

“Hey, you’re Y/N, right?” a deep voice asked. Y/N spun around in the wardrobe trailer to find the two stars of the show standing right in front of her. She couldn’t believe her luck when she landed a guest star spot on the show. She may have only been 23, but Y/N had been acting long enough to know that this role could really help her career, and it didn’t hurt that she was a fan. Keep it together, Y/N, she thought to herself. 

“Yes. And, you’re Jared and Jensen. It’s a pleasure to meet you both.” She extended her hand, giving them each a firm shake. 

‘We’ll let you get back to it. We just wanted to drop in and introduce ourselves before the first scene,” Jensen said. 

“See you later, Y/N!” Jared waved and they both left the trailer. 

~*~

“You were really great in that scene, Y/N,” Jensen complimented her as they walked toward the trailers a few days later. “You knocked it out of the park.” Jared nodded his agreement. 

Y/N couldn’t believe the fun she was having. Supernatural was by far the best set she had ever worked on, and she realized how terribly sad she was going to be when her guest spot wrapped. 

“Thanks, Jensen. That means a lot coming from you guys.” Y/N looked up, smiling shyly at them. She wrapped her arms around herself in an effort to warm up. The week started off warm enough, but a cold front had dropped the temperature significantly. 

“You cold?” Jared asked, concern lacing his voice as they approached his trailer. 

“Um, yeah. It’s crazy cold here!” she admitted. “You guys must be used to it by now, especially with the infinite layers of Winchester flannel!”

“Yeah that helps, but you don’t really get used to it. We just go back to Texas to thaw out!” Jensen laughed. “Go. I’m going to call my wife and kids. I’ll see you in a bit to finish running those lines.” 

“Come inside, let’s get you out of the cold,” Jared urged, opening his door and waving Jensen off. He ran to the back and came back with a sweatshirt, handing it to Y/N. 

“Thank you,” she acknowledged as she shrugged it over her head. It was about three sizes too big, but it was warm and smelled like Jared, making her smile. “I have the same one at home, in a slightly smaller size.”

Jared stood admiring her. It wasn’t the first time in their few days together that he had taken notice of her. Even Jensen had noticed how taken his friend was with the younger actress. 

“Oh yeah. Well, then, I should be the one thanking you for your support,” he smiled shyly, his eyes never leaving her. 

“What? Do I have something on my face from lunch?” she gasped, quickly wiping her chin in embarrassment. 

“What? No, no, nothing like that. I was just thinking you look really good in my sweater,” Jared blushed as he looked away. “I’m sorry. That was, I, uh, fuck, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Jared, it’s okay. You’re not making me uncomfortable. If anything, I’m flattered. You’re Jared Padalecki. You’re Sam Fucking Winchester, and just being in your presence this week has been an honor in itself. I’m not just a fan of the show, and I don’t have one of these just to show my support.” Her eyes cast down as she pushed up the sleeves on the sweater he had loaned her. 

Jared was speechless. He had met dozens upon dozens of fans at conventions that had shared their stories of struggle and stories of triumph with him, but he had never encountered anyone else in the business that shared something like this with him. He moved closer, taking her hands, his thumbs gently rubbing over the jagged scars. “You’re a warrior.” 

“Because of you, Jared,” she whispered. “You and your campaign made a difference and are the reason I didn’t give up, that I keep fighting every single day. You gave me the will to get up and keep going, keep fighting.”

“Wow, I am even more impressed with you now than I was before. You’re smart, talented, beautiful, and a fighter, just like me,” he murmured. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”

“I still have some bad days, but they’re fewer and far between. I’m in a good place now. And, hey, I landed a guest spot on my favorite show and got to meet you. The path may be dark and twisted, but it led me to the light,” she said. “It led me to you, Jared.” 

“Go to dinner with me tonight?” Jared blurted out. “I mean, if you want. I’d love to hear more of your story, if you’re willing to share, that is. No pressure, I promise.” 

“I’d like that. I know the fans often tell you of their own stories and struggles, and it must weigh on you. Let me be there for you. After all, you’ve done so much for the rest of us, let me do something for you,” Y/N countered. 

“That sounds really great, actually,” Jared sighed, feeling lighter. Just as he opened his mouth, the door of his trailer swung open.

 “Okay, I’m back! You ready?” Jensen asked, rushing through the door, only to stop when he saw his best friend and Y/N holding hands. “What the fuck did I miss?”

“Nothing,” Y/N said.

“She’s a warrior, Jen,” Jared whispered. 

“I told you she was perfect for you. When are you going to stop doubting me and realize that I am always right?” Jensen smirked, patting his buddy on the back. “Well, like ninety-eight percent of the time!”

~*~

Jared and Y/N had taken it slow and laid a solid foundation over the last six months, making their relationship more stable than even they could have anticipated. When he asked for her opinion on the new campaign, she immediately knew it wasn’t just a new campaign, but a gift for her. A gift of his appreciation, admiration, and support for sharing her story with him and the fandom at a recent convention.

Jared filmed the live stream from set with Jensen, Misha, and Y/N at his side, all donned in one of the new shirts. “Whether you are struggling with mental health yourself, or know someone who is, always keep fighting.” Jared turned to Jensen. 

“Because you are not alone,” Jensen added. ““Love yourself first.” 

“Because you are enough,” Misha contributed. “And, family always has your back.” 

“Always keep fighting,” Y/N smiled warmly into the camera. “Because you are a warrior.”

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[myownprivatcidaho]

Ackles or Astley?: The Tale of the Years-Long Rickroll

in light of hearing talk of the Heaven-Blessed Vocal Range of mr jackles rackles ackles, a story has crawled out from the recesses of my psyche that i am now feeling compelled to share:

It was the summer of 2015 that I binged all supernatural from start to finish (s1-10). i was a “superwholockian” tumblr since i started in early 2014, but didn’t actually watch spn until the following summer.

in the late summer/early fall of that year, an audio post came up on my dashboard: Jensen Ackles singing Carry On My Wayward Son. i knew jensen had a great voice, but also that he had some hesitation around singing and only in recent years started coming out of his shell. there were videos from conventions, but a studio recording of The Song from the vocal chords of The Jensen Ackles seemed WAY too good to be true.

regardless, i pressed play. what came from the speakers of my moms computer as i sat in my kitchen that afternoon was NOT carry on my wayward son. it was a 70s/80s disco-esque song. the lyrics werent Kansas. the instrumentals weren’t Kansas. the style DEFINITELY wasnt Kansas. NONE OF IT was Kansas. but the man singing had a deep, harmonious voice that, to my sweet and inexperienced 13 year old pea brain, could only be attributed to The Jackles Rackles Ackles himself.

and it was catchy. catchy as FUCK. it wasnt The Anthem of Traumatized Tumblr Bitches Everywhere, but it was catchy. so i listened to it. god did i listen to it. on repeat, throughout the day. the harmonizing, the backing vocals, the iconic synthesizer and the sweet, sweet deep voice of the man I so faithfully believed was jensen ackles. it was all so good i couldnt go a day without it. I kept the post pulled up on my first generation ipad and pressed play after play for hours on end. i reblogged the post on my godforsaken default theme turquoise and lime blog once a day at a MINIMUM. i was in love.

years passed. i never forgot what was once my favorite song. by late 2017 my first blog had been long-since deleted and my interests had changed. i didnt see the post again. i did, however, hear the song again. here and there, often accompanied by pissed off comments. i didnt understand. until one day i Clicked A Link. it lead to a simple enough youtube video, but i recognized the song in an instant and it wasnt jensen ackles. on screen was a redhead man in a 70s/80s disco-esque music video. that youtube video was “Never Gonna Give You Up” and that man was Rick Astley.

at last it all came together for me: i was played. this song i enjoyed, streamed on repeat, reblogged endlessly, showed to friends and family, cherished, loved, was a meme. a prank.

ive lived with this slipping in and out of my memories for half a decade and have only spoken of it once (1) before. its 2020 now. ive grown, ive moved on, the world has changed, the cw is homophobic beyond shame or limit, the astley-digging 13 year old’s ship of dreams is canon in the most abominable way imaginable. too many things have turned out to all be for nothing. there is no pretty conclusion to any of this.

this was the story of the conscience-crushing Rastley Longcon, and this is how i lay it to rest.

[nyxeris-rose]

What the Fork? Ch 2

A/N: Well it’s ADHD awareness month and to be honest I have been having a real beast of a time these past 1.5 months. I still have not been able to be in the perfect mind space for writing lately. For example, I will sit down to write and half-way through a sentence I will start to hyper-fixate on trying to remember what Roman Numeral I had to write to when I was in 1st grade. Was it 1 thousand? 2 thousand? 10 thousand? 1 million?? Then by the time I get back to the sentence I was writing, I am so lost. Sometimes it frightens and discourages me so much that I immediately shut the document down. I will also just break down and cry or I will hyper-fixate on some inane object. I have had hours pass that seem to be minutes and vice versa.

Thankfully, I have been able to write more. Chapter 12 is out on WattPad and AO3. Also, I am now finally putting chapter 2 here on Tumblr. Read, reblog, tell me what you think… pretty please? 🥺

Pairing: Not disclosed to reader yet

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 1542

Chapter summary: It’s Roz’s first morning in 1981.

Roz woke slowly. *Gaahh, that is such a gross smell. And why on Earth is there someone in my bed?* Roz cracked an eye open and peeked around the room. *WHAAAT THE FUUUCK???* She started to silently freak the fuck out. *Not good. Not good. Not good at all. Wait, seriously who the fuck is in bed with me??* Roz was done being silent. Now was the time for ear splitting screams. Roz also lashed out at the stranger elbowing him in the stomach and kicking him a few times in the shins. For good measure, she also kicked him twice in the balls.

Tommy sleepily stumbled out of his bed. “Roz?! Roz are you ok?!” Tommy saw Vince on the floor groaning and clutching his crotch. “Vinnie, dude, did you seriously get into bed with Roz after getting home? Are you ok Roz? Did he hurt you or anything?”

“Seriously T-bone? I’m over here in major pain and you think I did something to her?” Vince groaned.

As she listened to Tommy and Vince, Roz became more alert and remembered where she was. “Mornin’ Tommy. Hey Vince, if I catch you cuddling me in my sleep again without my permission, I WILL hurt you. I will shove my wand up your nose and scramble your brain.”

Nikki stood in the doorway laughing, “Well Vince, I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen you kicked out of bed by a chick. I thought you’d have freaked out a little less Roz, you know, being the time traveling witch that you are.”

Roz stood up and glared at him, “Shut up Nikki! You had me go into his bed and didn’t warn him I was there to… what? Mess with me?! Were you hoping that he’d do something to me in my sleep?”

Nikki rolled his eyes, “I knew he wouldn’t, and it was a fucking joke.”

“Not a very good one if you ask me,” said Roz crossing her arms. “Ugh whatever.”

Vince looked between Roz and Nikki. “Is anyone gonna fill me in on the babe from the future?”

“Watch it buddy. I’ve got my eye on you,” Roz stuck her tongue out at Vince. “Anyways, shouldn’t we wait for Mick in case he thought of anything else he wants to know? The less I gotta repeat myself the better.”

Tommy looked at the alarm clock, “Well it’s almost 11:30 so he should be here soon for practice. What do you want to do until then?”

*I wonder why I’m even here. What do I want to do anyways? I can’t always just sit here on my ass with the guys. It’s too bad that to get a job or anything I would need a fake ID or something. I know, I could be their babysitter and maid.* Roz snickered to herself at the thought.

“Earth to Roz….1981 to Roz, are you there?” Tommy said poking her on her right shoulder right where she had a giant bruise.

Roz tried to keep from wincing. “Um sorry I guess I spaced out there. I guess we should come up with some sleeping arrangements because I don’t want to wake up to unexpected people in the same bed as me. No offence Vince. Also, I’m sorry for literally kicking your ass outta bed. So, who wants to share a bed with a witch?”

The guys looked between each other. Just as Vince was about to try saying something, Nikki elbowed him and said “Unless we can get another mattress, you should get your own bed. These two goons can either share or fight each other for who gets the couch. Although, you could always share with one of them.”

“Nik seriously? I’ll just try to be at my girlfriend’s more often. I don’t want to risk my brain getting scrambled.” Vince shrugged and walked out to the living room.

Roz was starting to feel the need for some time to herself. “Hey Tommy, do you have another shirt that I can wear? I don’t feel like being in these shorts all day.”

“Sure thing Roz,” Tommy said tossing her a shirt as he walked out of the room.

Nikki just stood there with his arms crossed analyzing Roz. Starting to feel a little hot under the collar, she cleared has throat and said, “Um Nikki, I don’t exactly want an audience while I change.”

With a wink and a smirk Nikki left the room. Roz shut the door behind him. Roz started to think as she got her skirt and started to change. *Ok, seriously, Nikki was being a little weird just now. He didn’t act this nice last night at all. Maybe he’s just trying to get me rattled.* When she took the shirt off she saw that her whole right shoulder was bruised. *Geez did I fall or something when I blacked out?* Roz did her hair in a messy bun and tied the oversized t-shirt at the waist. Knowing how gross the carpet is, she decided to put her boots on. Once she was satisfied with her clothes, she walked out to the living room to find that Mick had already arrived.

“Hey cuz,” she said as she skipped in and plopped onto the couch between Mick and Tommy.

“So teen witch, I hear you kicked Vince out of bed. Good job kid.” Mick said with a small smile.

Roz laughed, “If he tries anything while I’m asleep I’ll treat him like he’s an Egyptian being prepared for burial”

Vince looked at her like she had 2 heads, “What the hell does that mean?”

“It means that I would shove a white-hot poker up your nose and scramble your brain before I pull it out through your nose.” Roz was having a hard time not laughing at the look on Vince’s face. Taking pity on him, she conceded, “Weeeeellllll I would actually be more likely to punch or kick someone I’m not expecting to be in my bed.”

“So, Roz, what did happen before you appeared under the table?” Tommy asked turning on the couch to look at her.

“Well I was supposed to go to a Harry Potter convention where a bunch of fans get together. That’s why I was dressed the way that I was. My friend Katy was supposed to pick me up but she didn’t show up so I started to watch a movie. I was fiddling around with my time turner necklace and then a blue light started creeping up my arms. I couldn’t drop the necklace, or even move at all. Around the time that it was reaching my head I blacked out. I must have fallen because I have a giant bruise on my right shoulder. Next thing I know I’m under your table.”

“What movie were you watching?” Nikki asked suspiciously.

Roz crinkled her nose and questioned, “Why do you care what movie I was watching?”

Nikki scoffed, “Of course I want to know because it might explain why you ended up here of all places.”

Roz thought *I can’t tell them too much about it. I can’t cause some sort of time paradox or change the future. He probably won’t believe whatever I say anyways* She took a steadying breath and said, “It was a movie with a killer rabbit, French people flinging insults and throwing cows, horny nuns in a convent, and empty halves of coconuts. I was also trying to do some research into the classic physics problem of ‘What is the air speed velocity of an un-laden swallow?’”

Nikki snorted, “Well that’s bull shit. You were probably watching something lame and embarrassing, or something really important. Either way, you don’t want to tell us the truth.”

Roz snorted and shook her head at his response, “Of course you just keep on thinking that Nikki. Monty Python and the Holy Grail is just pure awesome, not crazy. Oh and, Vince, my full name is Eva Rozlyn Roberts. I prefer Roz. Also, Nikki decided that I am Mick’s cousin from Wisconsin. Any questions anyone?”

“Well Roz, that’s all well and good, but we might need more of a back story than that. We gotta have a plausible reason why Mick’s adult cousin moved from Wisconsin. Also, we probably should have a good reason why you stay here and not with him.” Vince said.

Roz thought for a moment then said, “Well as to the moving states, I guess we could say I’m recently parentless and that Mick’s the only family member I have. As to why I’m here and not with him would be his girlfriend doesn’t like me.”

“What will you do during the day?” asked Tommy.

“I guess I’ll help you guys with stuff around here. I would cook and clean, ugh I wish I was actually a witch; magic would come in handy when cleaning this place up.” Roz looked around. She saw copious amounts of trash, broken shit, and burnt cockroaches everywhere.

Nikki watched Roz as she looked around. He thought that she might be a little too tame at the moment. With a wicked glint in his eye he asked her, “What about when we party? Are you gonna be joining in?”