#Sorry. meteors is angels to me

[saint-nevermore]

a visitor

[thatdeadaquarius]

I was playing Genius Invocation yesterday, but out of nowhere this idea came to me like tge whispers of an old god.

How would the characters react to knowing they are the creator's favorite card? (Mine are Beidou and Ningguang, but if you are confortable, I would like to know yours as well)

AHDAALLL I HAVENT PLAYED TGI CARD GAME ENOUGH!! SO FOR NOW I RLLY LOVE THE WAY CYNO AND KAEYA'S ART LOOKS (tho diluc does look shmall in his hehe)

Thank you for your patience!! Sorry this is SO FUCKING late :0 and if it’s bad! i havent rlly liked my writing the past couple pieces, so i stuck with some fun headcanons i thought of while kicking me feet and twirling my hair over this question hehehe

Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (they/them only)

Planet: General SAGAU/Isekai Stuff :)

Orbit: Headcanons

Stars: Beidou, Ningguang, Kaeya, Cyno

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Cussing & Trigger Warnings: None Known.

☆

Beidou:

BIGGEST EGO BOOSTS OF HER LIFE LMAO

SHE WOULD LITERALLY SUBTLY FLEX EVERYTIME UR AROUND IM CRYINGGG

Every fucking port knows she’s a favored one, every goddamn pirate knows it atp, hell maybe even some abyss monsters at sea too-

(Kazuha’s happy for her, but also lowkey jealous)

literally got one of her cards framed and hung in her captain’s quarters, and insisted you sign it omfg-

Ningguang isnt surprised tbh, (she knows u like strong women lol)

Ningguang:

…she gives one of the most smug smirks of her entire fucking life.

All of Liyue is gushing for her, not that she isn’t also excited on the inside, she’s just more proud than anything on the outside/for appearances

Literally set up a whole date meeting that felt like it was about to turn into a goddamn wedding proposal

I’m talking giving handcarved furniture, household necessities but they’re in pretty colors that all match (like a gold tea kettle, gold throw blanket, etc.)

Full nine-yards different kinds of teas, cakes, and all accustomed to your taste

so if u dislike super sweet stuff there are more savory items, the teas can be more bitter, or if u love sweets, this woman is giving you a bakery basically every day for nearly 2 weeks, u dont have enough space in the cabinet for all these teas- help-

Kaeya:

so fucking smug on the outside, def brags about it in Angel’s Share and he’ll only just be tipsy he’s so fucking excited to talk abt it

whenever conversations end or get a lull, he just, “So anyway, our All-Powerful Guide, really likes my TCG card, maybe even above yours, Diluc…”

pls stop him he’s annoying Diluc, and slowly other patrons 😭 (there are bar rules posted on the wall, and Diluc adds one, not for the first time, specifically for Kaeya to stop talking about TCG while in the bar LMAO)

Now all Kaeya has to do is just pull out his card (cough he’s constantly got it in his pocket, the one he asked u to sign cough)

Rosaria just looks the other way like if she can’t see it it’s not real, Diluc will literally be in the middle of making a drink for one of them and just leave it halfdone and attend to somebody else, Venti’s eye twitches-

and the entire bar just groans too LMAOOO

(have a meme I made just for you <3 )

Cyno:

oh no.

Look what you’ve done, you’ve seduced the General Mahamatra!!

Take responsibility, play TCG with him every time you see him now lmao, the only reason all of Sumeru knows you like his card (which makes it all that more desirable to ppl who do play, and collectors)

is bc he talked to Tighnari about it for hourssss, and then it made it’s way down the grapevine, and if they didn’t find out that way, the other was just seeing the usually stern and formidable General Mahamatra nearly vibrate out of his headpiece when you come near him every time you visit

Cyno weirdly gains like, 20x the luck when ur either playing against him, or sitting watching him play someone else, he’s struggling to find partners tbh bc “you’re my lucky charm? Of course I’m winning more.”

When you initially told him about him being one of ur fav cards, he literally looked like there was a loading sign over his head… Then proceeded to nearly break your ribs hugging you so hard, and nearly take ur eye out with the ears on his headpiece lol

☆

Sorry if all my writings shit for these past 2 posts! Idk im just thinking its not so good rn and idk how to fix it-

anyway I’ve started playing Breath of the Wild over the past like 2-3 months I think, and it’s amazingggg

I may or may not be both getting gender envy and also a huge crush on Link help-

Safe Travels Wandering Lantern,

💀♒

♡the beloveds♡

An iced coffee? For me??

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk / @the-dumber-scaramouche

[ambi-kiko]

tma music tma music tma music

please reblog with your own! i need it (:

also im more than willing to elaborate on any of em, just ask! (i have much to yell about)

for bitchard, we have:

kiss me, son of god (they might be giants)

i'm gonna win (rob cantor)

blood & money (the orion experience, orion, linda XO)

ruler of everything (tally hall)

BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA (will wood)

community gardens (the scary jokes, louie zong)

the main character (will wood)

your body, my temple (will wood)

laplace's angel (hurt people? hurt people!) (will wood)

saint bernard (lincoln)

welcome to the internet (bo burnham)

all eyes on me (or3o)

my ordinary life (the living tombstone)

cabinet man (lemon demon)

peter x elias (for my frenchies out there <33)

marine marchande (les cowboys fringants)

ok dont judge me too much i had to have smth for them ((: plus its not that unrelated

next! martin

a better son/daughter (rilo kiley)

12 feet deep (the front bottoms)

things to do (alex g)

be nice to me (the front bottoms)

step on me (the cardigans)

heart for brains (roar)

mama (my chemical romance)

summer child (conan gray)

hello my old heart (the oh hellos)

i cant handle change (roar)

against the kitchen floor (will wood)

least favorite only child (leanna firestone)

sharpener (cavetown)

empty bed (cavetown)

life's a beach (bears in trees)

jmart ((:

no children (the mountain goats)

the moon will sing (the crane wives)

euthanasia (will wood)

as the world caves in (matt maltese)

the truth (the front bottoms)

balade à toronto (jean leloup)

doctor (jack stauber)

apocalypse (cigarettes after sex)

talk to you (ricky Montgomery)

cabo (ricky montgomery)

meteor shower (cavetown)

juliet (cavetown)

feel better (penelope scott)

would you be so kind (dodie)

two birds (regina spektor)

line without a hook (ricky Montgomery)

and jon, ofc <3 i rly dont have enough for him ):

body terror song (AJJ)

downhill (Lincoln)

montreal (penelope scott)

ramblings of a lunatic (bears in trees)

its called: freefall (rainbow kitten surprise)

chin music for the unsuspecting hero (foster the people)

love, me normally (will wood)

dinner is not over (jack stauber's micropop)

also melanie! dont have that many but she deserves the mention (:

saturn suv (fredo disco)

brave as a noun (AJJ)

tongues & teeth (the crane wives)

wreaking ball (mother mother)

we fell in love in october (girl in red)

and just random songs with tma vibes (other characters, ships, dread powers, etc)

underground (cody fry)

hand me my shovel, i'm going in! (will wood)

terry's taxidermy (teddy hyde)

cotard's solution (will wood and the tapeworms)

amnesia was her name (lemon demon)

memento mori: the most important thing in life is death (will wood)

skeleton appreciation day in vestal, n.y. (will wood)

icicles (the scary jokes)

puppet boy (devo)

oh ana (mother mother)

i dont smoke (mitski)

choke (I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME)

thermodynamic lawyer esq, G.F.D (will wood and the tapeworms)

sorry haha i fell asleep (egg)

despair (leo)

stuff is way (they might be giants)

baby teeth (baby bugs)

king park (la dispute)

i/me/myself (will wood)

dr. sunshine is dead (will wood and the tapeworms)

amygdala's rag doll (ghost and pals)

little pistol (mother mother)

burning pile (mother mother)

this is home (cavetown)

body (mother mother)

turn the lights off (tally hall)

like real people do (hozier)

im going insane

[blingblong55]

Hidden Skill- 141

Based on a request:

Can I request a headacanons of all TF141’s reaction seeing fem!Reader singing “River by BRKN Love” as part of an undercover mission to extract intel? Tqsm!! 🥺❤️

A/N: I'm not sure if any of you can understand why, but I always picture Daoming Si from Meteor Garden because of this song.

F!Reader, soldier!reader

Another mission where you had been chosen to distract the enemy whilst the others carry out the rest of the mission. This time around, you had to sing in order to distract the enemy as Gaz and Soap gathered intel. Ghost and Price in the crowd, making sure you were safe and out of harm's reach.

How do you fall in love? Harder than a bullet could hit you How do we fall apart? Faster than a hairpin trigger

You slowly began to sing, making the men of your team turn their heads to you. Price and Gaz were the first to stop and listen. A grin on Gaz's as you sang, what a voice you had. It was like a siren song, calling for him. Soap tried his best not to look at just listen to your sweet voice. Ghost did his best to not look amused but with a voice like yours, the well-trained soldier couldn't help but turn and look.

Don't you say, don't you say it Don't say, don't you say it One breath, it'll just break it So shut your mouth and run me like a river

For Gaz and Soap, it was an immediate turn-on, it definitely made their minds wonder. What if afterwards you and him could sneak elsewhere and live out each other's fantasies. Gaz was enamoured, a beauty like you and with the voice of an angel, truly had to be someone else behind the curtains.

The more you distracted the enemy, the more you also did with the four men. Ghost leaned in, looking at Price with a questioning look. How the hell did such a voice come from the most annoying soldier he knows? That is a mystery he will solve soon.

A/N: I am so sorry if this one was shit

[sassy-radio-hazbin-queen]

This is my version of Loonatics unleashed. I decided to do my own version. So some major differences are.

1- The Loonatics take place in 2017 which makes it's a bit more relatable to us. I love the designs of the future but I have to admit I found it weird with all the new technology the phones still look very early 2000s 😂.

2- The looney tunes are there Great Grandparents not 300th Great grandparent.

3- Duck and Rev are Girls. I wonder how come there was only one girl in the team. There supposed to be descendants not carbon copies 😒. I mean we're they saying girls can't be descendants from boys.

4- Ace and Lexi are Fraternal twins. Guys I'm sorry I just can't seem to ship them. They are descendants of Lola and Bugs bunny who are in a canonical relationship. It's a cute ship don't get me wrong. But for me it's just weird.

5- The Loonatics are young adults. Wikipedia says there teenagers but these guys are in universitys?? There ages are. Slam and Tech 22, Ace and Lexi 20 , Rev and Danger 18.

6- Zadalvia is NICE to Danger.

7- There backstories. Starting with Slam Tasmanian.

First off he can Talk. I never understood why they gave Wiles and Roadrunner descendants talking abilities but not him.

He lived in Tasmania and has an Australian accent kinda like Hugh Jackman. Some humans said they were going to take there home unless Slam comes up with 100,000,000,000,000,000 dollars. ( Which is impossible) so he signs up for American wrestling. He goes to America but finds out it's not what he thought. However a meteor changes his life forever. He has a younger kid sister who is his biggest supporter and lived with his mom after there father walked out on the family. Loves to cook. His birthday is May 4th and yes the others do joke and say May the 4th be with you much to his annoyance. Zodiac is Taurus ♉

Next up Tech e Coyote

His backstory is kinda complicated. He was diagnosed with Asperger's when he was 4 and was often bullied to the point where he is TERRIFIED of public speaking. He has lots of stim toys and sometimes didn't feel like talking. During college he befriended a shy bullied girl names Mallory and eventually fell in love with her. Unfortunately there was an accident he caused by mistake and she ended up becoming the Mastermind. He tried with inventing again but after several accidents he was kicked out of the university. However a meteor changes his life forever. Birthday Dec 30. Zodiac Capricorn ♑.

Next up Ace and Lexi

I decided to do these two together since there twins so they basically lived the same lives. Ace is the older twin and is a daredevil who got in trouble with his parents alot. As for Lexi she was a very sweet girl who everyone liked. She was definitely the angel to aces devil personality. However this came at the cost of her getting bullied and Ace getting detention alot in high school. ( Because no one messes with a guy's younger sister especially if she is your twin) at college though he seemed to mature a bit and Lexi learned how to deal with bullies with her one passion Dancing. She loves Ballet. And Ace wanted to be a Actor like his Great Grandpa Bugs bunny. Unfortunately try outs didn't go well for either. But a Meteor changes there lives forever. There birthday is Oct. 13 making them Libras ♎

And now for everyone favorite talkative roadrunner Rev Runner.

Ok so like I said Rev is a girl runner. She had a pretty standard life. However her parents never believed she had ADHD just thinking she was faster than normal or not paying attention to them. Her younger brother Rip is 10 in this world and as far as she is concerned. She is more his mother than there own. Harriet and Ralph are pretty rich and practically use there kids to help make money. Rev being the oldest was put under a lot of pressure growing up. Ralph often would push Rev to her limits. To make things worse he was Willing to Marry her to some Creep to get more money. Luckily she got away. Unfortunately she couldn't take her brother with her. Something that still crushes her. She started work at a diner as a waitress. She was miserable until a certain meteor struck earth changing her life forever. Her birthday is Feb 1. Her Zodiac is Aquarius ♒

For the Final loonatic. My personal favorite Danger Duck

( this is the only gif of him are you kidding me 😂)

Anyway like Rev she is a Girl. And the youngest of the team. Her life wasn't exactly easy at all. Her parents were murdered in front of her by psycho clowns at age 5. Then she went through several foster homes with all of them sending her back cause she was a ' problem child'. None of them realized she was lashing out in grief. She practically grew up in the system. She had only one friend. Pinkster Pig. However when he got adopted he started changing and bullied her throughout high school. When she hit 18 she was kicked out of the orphanage and was homeless taking off jobs just so she can sleep somewhere. Her latest job and place was at a pool place. After a hard day of work. A meteor changes her life forever. Her birthday is July 25. Her Zodiac is Leo ♌

As for Zadalvia. Since she is an alien I decided to make her more like avatar. She has a striped tail. And is green skin. Her outfit is Blue. And she has Orange hair. She is 35 years old. Her backstory is pretty much the same. Except I decided to have Optimus ( I dont know how to spell his name) is possessed by the robo stuff he wears. There parents died when she was young and he became an adult. After years of ruling freleng he found a robot costume and put it on. Unfortunately it possessed him. He imprisoned his sister but she escaped with the help of a rocket. Resulting in the meteor. Her birthday is September 3. Her Zodiac is Virgo ♍.

And that's basically my version of the Loonatics hope you like them 😊

[evilasiangenius]

The Nephilim

"Why don’t you tell me why you are considering disobeying?” Aziraphale said gently, and Crowley could not help but feel a little twinge of strange emotion at the kindness and warmth in the Prince of Hell’s voice.

“I...” Crowley gulped. “Er, uh, that is...I...”

“Yes?” Aziraphale’s expression was soft, and the way the sunlight gleamed upon those blue eyes, Crowley felt as if he were staring into the sun-dappled sea, and his breath caught at the beauty.

“Just don’t know if I can do it, that’s all,” Crowley muttered.

“Do what?”

“You know...er...eh...” Crowley waved his hands vaguely in the air. “That thing…the...”

“The begetting?”

“The begetting,” Crowley agreed, miserable.

“Perhaps you should ask an expert,” Aziraphale suggested. “Why don’t we call up Asmodeus and ask him? He is after all, a specialist in these matters.”

Crowley turned a few different and interesting shades, and it made Aziraphale take closer notice.

“What’s wrong? Why shouldn’t we ask the demon of lust what to do? It is his department, after all.”

“Um, er...just don’t want to trouble him?” Crowley said lamely, mentally scrambling for an excuse. “He is an important Prince of Hell after all.”

“Quite right. Whereas I am an unimportant Prince of Hell,” Aziraphale teased, amused at the angel’s embarrassment.

“Oh I’m sorry!” Mortified, Crowley stumbled over his words. “I didn’t mean it that way, it’s just that I um...uh, it’s fine if it’s you. I’d appreciate your input, because you are an important Prince of Hell and would... I mean, if you could give me some suggestions. Uh. We needn’t bother anyone else?”

“Well. It’s not so daunting, my dear, once you recall that all animals do it too,” Aziraphale explained in a reasonable manner, pleased by Crowley’s words. “And right now with a corporeal body, you are part animal as well. We all are, really. Just let the animal part take over, that’s easy to do.”

“...guh?” Crowley asked.

“And of course, we must not forget that the Almighty has given out the commandment to be fruitful and multiply.”

“Was that a commandment proper or-?”

“If it weren’t, I would think that the animals and humans would not be so fruitful and mutiplicitous.”

“Oh. Oh! You’re right.”

“Of course I am. But that’s not the problem is it?” Aziraphale intuited. “You’re...shy aren’t you?”

“Shy? Me? Naaaaah. Course not, I’m not shy, that’s ridiculous-”

“Here. I’ll show you something that can help get you started.” Aziraphale held out his hand, offering it to Crowley, and for the first time Crowley noticed the black crown of a ring that Aziraphale wore on the pinky of his right hand, twisting tentacles curved around a round finger.

Crowley glanced up and realized the Prince of Hell no longer wore his crown of meteoric iron on his head. It seemed strange to see Aziraphale uncrowned, and he realized that he had grown accustomed to Aziraphale, so much so that noticing a change in his appearance was unsettling.

Crowley reached out, letting the Prince of Hell take his hand.

“Humans need warming up. You can’t just go straight to begetting my dear, you must build up to it,” Aziraphale said. “May I?”

“Yes.”

And taking Crowley’s hand in both of his, Aziraphale pressed a kiss to Crowley’s palm that Crowley felt all the way down to the bottom of his feet.

“Ah…!”

“And then, you get closer.” Aziraphale kissed the tips of Crowley’s fingers, one at a time, before turning his hand so that the Prince of Hell could kiss the inside of his wrist, sending shivers sliding over all of his skin.

“Closer yet,” Aziraphale breathed, and a fiendishly strong arm wrapped around Crowley’s waist, pulling him close. Before he could panic, before he could pull away, soft lips pressed against his throat, and a strange sound came from deep inside him that Crowley had never heard before.

“And then you give them a kiss,” Aziraphale pressed his lips lightly to Crowley’s lips, a faint touch of flesh upon flesh that ended as quickly as it began.

Crowley’s lips parted with a breath, and for a moment he did not know where or when or even who he was, just that the sky was awfully blue but not the deep blue of the demon lord’s eyes.

x

[being-luminous]

minor life update: i meant to have some fics and fic updates ready to publish by now, but instead i read war and peace. and it tore me open and power washed my heart. so you get this snippet instead 😔

- - -

The call comes as he’s bent down in the vast, metaphorical sky, his metaphorical spyglass pointed to the planet the humans have called Earth. If he weren’t so distracted, if his attention hadn’t brought him down so low, he probably could have ignored it. Alas, he is incredibly—and inadvisably—close, and he is distracted. It catches him. He falls like a meteor. Or, he thinks he does. It’s not like he’d know; he’s never fallen before. Nevertheless: a meteor, shedding fire, burning up and trailing all its parts. This shedding of parts is mostly on purpose. The call is made in a human voice, so it’s a human shape he gives himself. Four limbs, a face with two eyes and lips that cover teeth. Clothes too, he adds when he sees the children who’ve called him here. Humans are so particular about clothes, and he doesn’t want to shock them. He hits the ground as he’s weaving the fibers into their proper shape, or he might have landed on his feet. Instead, he lands on his back, blinks up at the firmament, squints, sheds the film that covers his eyes and is flooded in blue. The sky, not so metaphorical. “Hello?” A human voice—one of the two that called him here. He breaks apart from that lofty sky, looks to the human instead. This one: a tall child with a mass of brown curls on her head, holding a book open before her. “Are you alright?” He lifts himself off the ground, realizes too late that he has not moved the way a human should. The red-headed one looks down at the book. His brow furrows, and he scowls. “You don’t look like an angel,” he accuses, glaring. HAVE YOU SEEN MANY ANGELS The children cower, hands pressed over their ears as they drop. Blood leaks down the sides of their faces, where blood most certainly isn’t supposed to be. He shifts his many wings, folds them up tighter inside his adopted shape. When he’s created enough empty space, he quickly forms the necessary parts. He tests them by swallowing, lets out a hum and feels the vibrations in the folds of his throat. “I Am Sorry” he says with his human mouth. He kneels down beside them, lays his hands over their brows and heals them. “I Did Not Mean To Hurt You” The girl recovers first. Gasping, she holds the book to her chest, stars in her eyes. “I knew it would work,” she tells him, and in her enthusiasm doesn't seem to feel the blood sticking on her skin. “I just knew it!”

[obsessionnostalgia]

Claire Novak fic recs: yeah, I was trying to reblog something every time I found a new one but its too disorganized so now it lives here. You have a Claire Novak rec? i want to read it.

Where the Heart Is by goldenraeofsun

Features a time-traveling Claire hanging out with Sam and Dean circa season 7. There's angst. There's Claire hooking up with a diner waitress. There's Claire having self-worth issues. There's Claire making fun of Dean to his face. All the good stuff.

Like a Duck, He Fits the Bill by golbygloom

Claire Novak and her budding attachment to the guy who isn't her dad but wears his face. The angst of having to get out of your own way to make connections with others.

Let Me Come Home by prosopopeya

Deancas-centric but Claire Novak is a POV character, struggling in foster care and the uncertainty of whether her uncle (Cas) will get his shit together in order to take her in. The Claire and Dean parallels are strong.

Rec from kerryweaverlesbian:

no such thing as a unique experience by @astralpenguin

A 15 year old Claire meets the (now older) little girl who was possessed by Lilith for a long time. Neither of them realise this element of connection for quite some time. Tons of empathy and understanding. These two feel so much like complex teenage girls, and also the dramatic irony is incredibly fun. One of the best fics I've read all year

Rec from carhengeapocalypse:

Another rhinestoneangels (@pinknatural ) fic fatherisms

Claire is a baby when Jimmy agreed to be Castiel's vessel and Dean steps in to help take care of her. The timeline jumps around and the story is told in snippets and it's very good

as if death itself was undone by microcomets

Claire confronts a human Castiel in a grocery store.

Claire heaves a deep, bone-weary sigh. “Here I am, consoling an ex-angel using my dead father as a meat-puppet on his self-esteem issues. I should write a book or something.”

everlasting by entropic_saudade

Claire wants to have a permanent mark of her and Kaia’s love. In order to do the stabbing safely, she helps Dean bring Cas back from the Empty so he can heal her.

gifts given & words unspoken by rhinestoneangels

Short: Dean and Claire make cookies after Castiel brings her back to the bunker, injured. Some implications at this point, Claire is more family to Dean than Mary. Set in season 12.

coming out by dicklessthewonderclown

Short, Dean POV conversation on a drive with Claire where she comes out as wanting to date Kaia and also admits (by accident) that Dean is a kind of sort of maybe father figure to her.

A Christmas Miracle (for someone else) by bitterred

Set post-canon, mirroring all the "Cas is dead and Dean is depressed" fics, Claire Novak finds a cat during the holiday season.

i'm sorry i'm the one you love (no one will ever love me like you again) by monsterfatigue

Kind of weird that Claire decided she was in love with Kaia even though they had barely known each other. After Kaia comes back from the Bad Place, nothing is simple. Claire isn't sure why she thought it would be.

This Is A Love That Lasts Forever by HeddersTheOwl

Another fic where Claire being friendly with the angel that wears her dad's face is complicated.

"You look too much like him. It's not fair. You're not him." 

meteor site (our hearts collision) by sobsicles

Claire has religious trauma laced with homophobia. Kaia doesn't want to be anyone's nightmare.

the way a dad should by fleeceframe

Dean and Claire are driving back to Jody's when Claire needs to stop because her period has started. (Side note: i was SURE that part of the reasoning for carrying tampons/pads in the impala was going to be partially related to the fact that they're sometimes good for wound care, in that the products are designed not to grow bacteria.)

i don’t know nothing (and that’s fine) by halfwheeze

Claire Novak meets Magda Peterson, the psychic girl from 12.4 American Nightmare, and likes her so much it makes Claire look stupid. Look at that, they have matching religious trauma: "When Castiel-" she pauses, remembering that his name isn't carved into the internal dialogue of every girl with religious trauma from here to Texas, "the Winchesters' angel, I don't know if he was with them when they got you- when he came to Earth, he needed a vessel. A human strong enough to hold an angel, with strong enough faith to allow them in and allow them to stay." That's what the Winchester Gospels said about them anyway. Castiel just said that they needed to believe. They were special. Believers. Bullshit. "When Castiel came to Earth, he took my father. And then, when my father told him he couldn't stay anymore, Castiel approached me. Being a vessel, it's passed down in the family line. The blood. The body. All they need is the body. And I was a kid. He might as well have been God. So I said yes. And my father took him back. If you think about it, it's my fault that my dad is dead."

Bartenders Love Me by clusterjam

Claire Novak doing her Dean-coded thing: hustling in a bar, flirting with the bartender, and oh yeah: angst about whether her dad would approve of her.

Subject: Dean Winchester Is Dead by angelszn

There aren't enough fics about Claire finding out Dean (or Cas) are dead. Dean Winchester is dead. Dean Winchester is dead, and Claire got the news in an email of all things. As if the gravity can be contained in the tiny black letters on the screen. It didn’t even seem possible. 

patricide of the lowest order by angelszn

This one's dark (Major Character Death tagged) -- Castiel killed Claire's father, after all, and what is Supernatural but a series of revenge plots?

two steps on the water by orpheuscas

Claire in the aftermath of being cured of werewolfism. Heavy dose of "Dean is basically Claire's dad now" included.

she'll say she got the map from me by 13zepptraxx

Hey you know that episode where Dean goes back in time and hangs out with his mom? He tells her, "No matter what you hear, or what you see. Promise me you won’t get out of bed." but then an angel wipes her memory? What if Claire went back in time after Dean died because she was sick with grief and basically did the same thing?

[tmnt-reticent]

The songs that fit each silly the best from their respective playlists because I’ve been brainrotting over some of these songs so much recently (Raph, Casey and April barely have any songs IM SO SORRY ILL FIND MORE FOR THEM SOON- whenever I get a song rec it’s almost always for Leo or Donnie I was just lucky to find a decent amount of Mikey songs on my own cbsjcbjshcjd-)

You can guess why they fit them but I won’t tell you if you’re right fbsjbcjshck

Leo:

Streaks (ANIMA!), PIN-EYE (Jhariah), Oh No! (MARINA), Memento Mori (Will Wood), Passing Through (Kaden Mackay), Everything I Ever Thought I Knew (Zachery Levi), What The World Needs (Ride The Cyclone), A Sadness Runs Through Him (The Hoosiers), Goddamn Staying Power (Mother Mother), Explode! (Mother Mother), End Of Me (Mother Mother, specifically first verse and chorus), despair (leo.), She Used To Be Mine (Sara Bareilles), Top Of My School (Katherine Lynn-Rose), I/Me/Myself (Will Wood), Days (Mother Mother), Magic (MILGRAM)

THERES TOO MANY THAT FIT HIM PERFECTLY ISTG 😭😭😭 There’s so many others on his playlist (he has almost the entire Grief Chapter Album, same with Mikey) but these are the ones I feel fit him the best

Out of all of these I would say Passing Through, Streaks or PIN-EYE are his theme song but bro has way too many choices

Raph:

Maybe It’s My Fault (WILLOW), So Big/So Small (Rachel Bay Jones), I Really F**led It Up (girli), I’d Give Anything (Mandy Moore), Meteor Shower (Cavetown)

I wasn’t lying when I said there wasn’t a lot of Raph songs it’s bad fr 💀💀💀 ILL FIND HIM MORE EVENTUALLY

His theme song is 100% Maybe It’s My Fault, it was my top played song on Spotify last year because I was literally brainrotting over it for him for MONTHS. Bro feels so guilty 24/7/365 and none of it was even his fault.

Mikey:

God’s Plan (Mother Mother), End of Me (Mother Mother, specifically second verse and chorus), Nobody Escapes (Mother Mother), Normalise (Mother Mother), Wrecking Ball (Mother Mother), Sunsets (Jhariah), Art Is Dead (Bo Burnham), Look Who’s Inside Again (Bo Burnham), Love, Me Normally (Will Wood), Sweet Hibiscus Tea (Penelope Scott), Mirror Man (Jack Stauber), 2econd 2ight 2eer (Will Wood)

Mirror Man has basically been his theme song since I started writing Reticent but God’s Plan, Nobody Escapes, Art Is Dead and the end of Love, Me Normally fit him SO INSANELY WELL (especially God’s Plan and Nobody Escapes I have been listening to those constantly since they released partially because I was about to go see Mother Mother but also because I was brainrotting over them for Ret Mikey SO HARD)

If I had to pick one it would probably still be Mirror Man but God’s Plan is SO close to overtaking it

Donnie:

Outliars and Hyppocrates (Will Wood), Rät (Penelope Scott), Partner In Crime (Madilyn Mei), Interlude:I’m Not Angry Anymore (Paramore), Boys Will Be Bugs (Cavetown), dumb dumb (mazie), brutal (Olivia Rodrigo), Rule #4 - Fish in a Birdcage (Fish in a Birdcage), Waiting in the Wings (both of and reprise, Eden Espinosa), Sparkbird (Sparkbird), Laplace’s Angel (Will Wood), BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA (Will Wood), I Can’t Handle Change (Roar), What’s Wrong With Me? (Ashley Park), Run Rabbit Run (The Hoosiers), Magic (MILGRAM)

Most of these fit Season 2 Part 1 Donnie in particular so I’ve been having a hard time picking a specific one as his theme song but I think Boys Will Be Bugs would fit pretty well

April:

Hayloft II (Mother Mother), Lew’s Lullaby (Ritt Momney), Cut The String (Mother Mother), Feel Better (Penelope Scott), Goodbye Until Tomorrow/I Could Never Rescue You (Anna Kendrick, Jeremy Jordan), Meteor Shower (Cavetown), Anybody Have A Map? (Rachel Bay Jones, Jennifer Laura Thompson)

April has the same issue as Donnie where a lot of her songs are more specific moments rather than her as a whole, but it’s worse for her since she has way less songs than he does dbskcbkshc- Cut The String is probably the one that would fit the best as a theme song though since even though it is meant to be for a specific moment she does have a tendency to run away from her problems instead of solving them

Also side-note, I do have an unfinished April animatic to Goodbye Until Tomorrow/I Could Never Rescue You because my The Last Five Years hyperfixation came back shskvcjsgfjd- I’m unsure if I’ll finish it cause it’s pretty old now but even if I don’t finish it I’ll still post the WIP!

Casey:

Little Big Boy (Madds Buckley), Bring It On (MILGRAM), Good Kid (Chris McCarrell), Sunsets (Jhariah), Meteor Shower (Cavetown), YELLOW (Yoh kamiyama), Dead Mom (Sophia Anne Caruso)

Him and April have the same amount of songs that fit them the best out of their playlists omigosh twinsiesssss dbskcbskhcjd

His theme song is Little Big Boy absolutely 200% it fits him so perfectly I love it so much for him

[nqzzxxiren]

A/N: Sorry that this took so long please enjoy

Mrs Fallen angel

Sam Winchester x female reader (enemies to lovers), Dean Winchester (enemies to besties), Castiel (Siblings)

Summary: You/ (Name) is a fallen angel and luckily Sam was the one to catch you(not really)

Warning: cussing, yelling, burn and scar wounds, weapons

(Name) didn't know how it happened, one minute she is fighting alongside other angels and next thing she knows she's falling from the damn sky, she didn't understand how everything could go horribly wrong. She felt an intense burn coming from her back and she relived her wings were burning, fire started to overcome her as she fell down to earth.

She felt like she was slowly dying and what felt like hours she finally hit the ground causing a tiny explosion. (Named)'s body rested on the floor her eyes halfway open, the fire had been put out and left the top of her back burned and scarred, she felt a sharp pain in her both wrist and tried looking down to see what was wrong but she only move just by a little.

Sam and his brother dean had seen everything go down, they was around the area looking for a missing person, when Sam saw the ball fire falling from the sky he just thought it was just small meteor nothing else important but the longer he stared the more he didn't just see a meteor he saw a female falling from the sky.

He was confused and took a step forward to see what he saw was really real and to find it was a female he was in a ball of flames, he looked at dean who was looking between him and the meteor "you see that too right?" Dean asked looking at Sam fully now, Sam nodded and turned back to look at the meteor or woman fall and hit the ground with a small explosion "Come on" Sam started walking into the small park passing a lake and car that held a guy inside who was also looking up at where the meteor/female had fallen.

(name) stood up to her full height ignoring the pain she felt in her body, she was curious and wonder what the hell was going on. She looked around and found herself in a clearing "Holy shit are you okay?!" She heard a panicked voice coming from behind her, she turned around now seeing two males right Infront looking at her with worry and curiosity. (Name) stared at them and nodded "Winchester?" She studied their features and how they stand now seeing them tense their bodies up "Who the hell are you?" Dean yelled a bit pulling something out from his back pocket showing a shiny light which she found out was knife he was ready to use just on her.

Sam looked at the woman who had half of her back scarred with burns going from the mid of her back to the top of her shoulders, she had a knife implanted in her side and blood was pooling down her leg but she didn't seem to notice until her arm accidentally pushed the deeper into her side making her look down at wound.

She grabbed handle and started to pulling the knife out of her side causing her to bleed a lot more then a few minutes ago, her hand touched the wound coating her fingers in her own blood.

Sam watched the woman's every movement, watching her head tilt in confusion as her wound bled out. She looked up at Sam and spoke softly "Sam Winchester, boy with demon blood" (Name)'s voice was soft spoken and kind of quiet. Sam looked at her a bit shocked and his mouth was slightly opened, dean took a step closer and frowned deeply with his fist tightening around the knife.

She wasn't paying attention to dean and that kind of annoyed him, with roughness in his voice he yelled at her just a little so they wouldn't have attention on them "Who the fuck are you?! Don't look at him, look at me damnit" he demanded stepping Infront of Sam in a attempt to protect him. (Name)'s eyes was now on him, she watched his movements a bit annoyed by his voice and the knife he held in his hand "(Name)" she replied and titled her head to side and with a snap of her finger dean went flying to a near by tree that was cracked due to her fall.

Sam watched as his brother fall next the broken tree and attempt to run towards him to check if his brother was okay "DEAN!" Sam called out to dean but was stopped by an unknown force which he found out was (name). He looked down at the ground and found himself floating off the grassy floor under him "Lucifer's true vessel" her voice was sounded behind him and her footsteps could be heard walking closer towards him.

"Everyone in heaven has heard of you Sam Winchester, your quite the hated one" she now stood in front of him, her eyes slightly grew a dark blue glow almost like another angel he knew. (Name) was distracted and didn't notice dean wasn't where used to be when she threw him, instead he was behind her and put a knife in her back making her drop Sam unto the grassy floor that he hovered over when she made him float.

She turned around pissed off, she grabbed dean's arm and twisted almost breaking his arm until a low voice distracted her once again. (Name) tightened her grip on dean and turned around unfazed and wondering who it, she looked up and let dean's arm go now focused on the person Infront of her "Castiel?" (Name) stared up at him with shock, she thought Castiel had died since he was off her radar. Castiel looked at her and softly smiled grabbing her arm pulling her into a hug which kinda shocked (name) a little bit more since she wasn't used physical touch yet.

"(name), how have you been?" Castiel asked her pulling away from the hug and placing his hands on her shoulders fully forgetting the she attacked the Winchesters "I have been fine, thank you" she bowed her head a little paying close attention to every detail and movement, dean watched flabbergasted and pissed off that Castiel was asking about the angels day and not trying to help them out "Cas what the fuck!" Castiel looked at dean and dropped his arms to the side of his body letting go of (name) completely.

He totally forgot that he was supposed to come and help them with the angel problem but once he saw his twin sister he forgot about helping and went to go hug her "Oh sorry dean, this is (Name) my sister" Sam sighed and stood up to his full height and walked over to dean who was still on the ground holding his wrist "Oh yeah..how about you keep your sister on a damn leash, she almost broke my arm damnit" Castiel looked at (name) and watched as she shrugged her shoulders unfazed by his words and not regretting noting but her words said something else then what her mind said "I'm sorry Dean Winchester" her voice was quiet and it could be heard that she wasn't freaking sorry.

Hope you don't mind the time skip

(name) hovered over Sam shoulder watching his every movement she watched him read a book that had information for the creature they are hunting down, she hummed reading along the lines and stopped once he closed the book and turned around to look at her "Can I help you?" Sam asked taken notice of her cheek touching his cheek and turned to ask her if she need anything. She shook her head and stepped back while maintaining eye contact with him "Nuh uh" she awkwardly put up a thumbs up something she learned and walked away to go find Castiel.

He watched her walk away and sighed and went back to his book before turning around to see if she was actually just to see her looked at the book once again looking over his shoulder "(Name).." she looked at him and this she stayed right where she was looking down at his lips and then his eyes before disappearing again "What the hell.." he frowned and shook his head confused as hell.

"Sam" he now was getting annoyed and turned fully just to feel soft lips now against his own, he didn't pull away knowing it was (name) who would constantly look at him from afar. He kissed back as (name) deepened the kiss by grabbing both sides of his face, she pulled away and looked at him watching his face change from confusion to love "Did I do it right?" She asked letting go of his face so he could speak clearly.

He nodded quickly staring up at her with his lips slightly agape and his eyes a little bit wide making him look like a lost puppy "Yeah..uhm yeah did that right" his voice was a high pitched when he first said yes and cleared his throat before speaking again "Where did you learn that?" He questioned and glanced at the book before looking up at her again.

"Oh dean taught me same for pizza guy who I invited in" he was shocked by her words but also so very confused spoke again "Is the pizza guy still here?" He asked watching as she shaked her head no "I made him disappear into the tv" she was serious about what she said and looked at the TV that was across from them.

Sam couldn't help but smile at her as she stared at the tv turning it on with her powers showing the pizza guy and female on the bed making out, Sam turned to look at the tv and watched them "You weren't kidding" he spoke softly and looked up at her again "Yes but dean is angry with me" just speaking his name made him appear and enter the room "Sam let me tell you what the hell this dummy just done ".

Sam looked at dean before looking at (name) who had held her head down in embarrassment, dean started talking about how she made the pizza guy disappear into the tv while he still had the pizza dean had order "I didn't even get to take the pizza man!" Dean yelled in frustration. Sam just laughed as (name) kept saying sorry too dean about the pizza thing.

The moment was sweet and funny if only Sam wishes this moment could last forever..

Sucky ending cuz I got lazy and I was tired and was running on 10 minutes of sleep but hope you enjoy

[bulletproofscales]

kinktober 16 - suffocate / space (jinkook)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42934197/chapters/107868528#workskin

The mission was a success. Junggkook had managed to collect small samples of almost everything Houston had told him to. Even better, Jungkook had managed to take home with him something better than the bunch of rocks and weeds he was instructed to. 

Encapsulated in the sealed glass box Jungkook had captured alien life.

A small, black, blob. Moss? The biologist back at the space station would have to figure it out. It moved lazily around the glass container as if memorizing the feel of it. They were going to be thrilled. 

“Jungkookie, we saw you departed the meteor, what's the status?” Chaewon’s voice resonates from the speaker. 

“The mission was a success.” The cocky smile must be audible in his voice as a few chuckles are heard from the other side of the line. “I even got you a little present.” 

He is pretty sure he can feel the eyeroll she is doing all the hundred thousands of kilometers apart they are. “No souvenirs, Jungkook.”

“You don’t even know what it is!” The confident tone dissipates into a childish whine, pout only enhanced with the choir of laughter that erupts from the end of the line. 

“What is it then?” She asks endeared. 

“I’m not sure…” He purses his lips. Turning from the driver’s seat of the spaceship to look back at it. “Some kind of black sentient goop or something- Where is it?!” 

“Jungkook…?” 

“I–I…I’ll be right back.” He mumbles hanging up. Eyes frozen on the empty container as he sets the ship on autopilot. 

He stands up slowly walking out the cockpit, alert. No worries. They had established there were no venomous or deadly organisms on the meteor before Jungkook departed on his mission. The glass container hadn’t been broken but rather quietly popped open… Jungkook can’t decide if that’s a relief or a bigger threat.

He picks it up ready to peacefully encapsulate the thing just like he’d done in the meteor. Taking slow steps when he spots it in the corner. “Okay… Easy…” Jungkook begins to squat to trap it into the container nice and slow. The goop moves lazily in its spot, not so much running from Jungkook but rather… morphing. 

Entranced by the movement, Jungkook stares in awe as the organism slowly grows into the shape of a human. Taller than the astronaut, his sharp angles contrasted with the soft curve of his eyes and his ridiculously plump lips. Broad shoulders matching his, though his figure was slender, skinnier than Jungkook’s buff build. 

He is naked. 

Jungkook wants to yell, he wants to peak down, he wants to run away, he wants to throw a punch he-

“Why did you capture me?” The alien’s voice is soft, his expression neutral. Maybe Jungkook isn’t in trouble after all. 

“I–I’m so sorry I didn’t- I really didn’t mean to.” He tries to sound just as calm, a nervous smile spreading on his face. It wouldn't be their first time encountering alien life. But nothing this advanced; still Jungkook knows better than to cause a fight. “I should have enough fuel to–to take you back!”

“Who says I want to go back?” He raises an eyebrow as he takes closer steps to Jungkook, who instinctively takes steps back. But he can’t do anything when the alien’s hand cups his jaw, fingers sinking into his cheeks; forcing Jungkook to look into his eyes, brown and seemingly gentle. Though the periphery of his line of sight captures the way black tentacles begin to slowly enlarge behind the angelic face menacingly. 

“I haven’t had company in so long…” His lips purse and Jungkook is close to feeling pity for the creature, before he feels what he can assume is those same slimy tentacles begin to lift up his shirt, caressing at his toned stomach. Cold and wet as it shamelessly memorizes the line of Jungkook’s abs, up his rounded pecs. Tense under the intrusive limbs, goosebumps breaking at his skin. 

He makes the mistake of taking more steps back, out of the alien's grip. Just to press himself against the wall of the spaceship, pinned and without escape. “I–I should take you back.” He mumbles weakly, trying to peak over the stranger’s shoulder, tip of his toes as he leans on the wall. 

“I’m not done with you…” He whispers, his tone curious as his tentacles explore up Jungkook’s torso underneath his shirt, so far up it bunches up at his armpits. They squeeze their way through the collar of his shirt, molding to his slim neck, hugging the base of it tentatively but tight. He widens, feeling the sudden restriction. “You wanna feel good?” His blunt use of words comes as more endearing than it does threatening, Jungkook would even find it cute if it weren't for the suckers sinking into the sensitive skin of his neck, causing his thighs to shiver. 

The lack of air doesn’t give room for Jungkook to talk, and the restraining tentacles around his neck don't give room for him to even nod or shake his head. Not that the alien seems to care, as two of the tentacles’ tips begin to prod at his parted lips. Caressing the seam before prodigy in, warm and slimy as they shift on his tongue. All he can do is moan at the intrusion as it reaches the back of his throat easily. Thick tentacle stretching his lips helplessly. 

Nothing could’ve prepared him for the warm liquid that begins to gush out of the tentacle directly down Jungkook’s throat. Thick and sweet, he can feel it settle heavily on his stomach. Making it bloat quickly from the space the liquid takes up in his belly. Or it felt like a bloat at first, until Jungkook feels his stomach begin to press ot his shirt, , enlarging against the rest of the tentacles caressing his body. He is growing. He can feel it but he can’t do anything. Trying to bite down to the tentacle gagging him but it only provokes more liquid to gush out. 

So full he starts to feel dizzy, his body begins to turn all that liquid into lard. Jungkook feels the way his stomach pushes out, pressing against the alien’s slim torso. Sagging over his pants as his shirt is unable to contain his stomach. His eyes strained on the alien’s face that only seemed to beam angelically in delight at the sight of Jungkook’s fattening body. His belly button deepening as rolls begin to deepen and stack on top of each other along his waist. His chest stretches not with the firm muscle he had before, but sagging moobs that press to his shirt obscenely. Bunching up at his armpits. 

The lack of air and the weight is making it hard for him to fight back, chest rising and falling as he breathes heavily through his nose, moaning in pleasure as he helplessly tries to push back the creature. Only to find his arms, heavy and fattened as well. Sleeves clinging to his flabby wings as he pressed to the alien’s chest more for support than the attack he had planned. 

His legs begin to shake, as Jungkook feels them fill out, muscular thighs losing their definition. Pressing together as they widened to match his dimpled hips. Ass growing to the sides, but also forward as it pressed to the wall. His knees buckle under the weight, hearing the small ripping of the poor seam of his pants unable to contain the lard that spills. Rolls stacking even on his legs. Frown deep in concentration not to fall as he feels his face round out and fatten, fat under his chin beginning to press to his chest in the same way he feels his sagged pecs begin to rest on his belly. 

Mind clouded with the drowsy pleasure of feeling so full. He stares up at the alien wordlessly huffing for air as the tentacle slips out his stretched lips easily. The alien looked down at him with starry eyes and a giddy smile. 

“Maybe we should go back. There's so much more I want to show you.”

[female-buckets]

By Nicole Auerbach

DALLAS — As the crowd roared with displeasure, Caitlin Clark’s jaw dropped. Mouth agape, she looked stunned as she walked toward the Iowa bench. She held her palms up as if to ask: What did I do?

For some, the lasting image of the 2023 women’s basketball national championship game will be Kim Mulkey’s tears of joy or Angel Reese taunting Clark in the final seconds. For me, it’s the absurdity of the technical foul levied against Clark for casually flipping a basketball behind her back. The foul, Clark’s fourth, put the most exciting player in the sport on the bench with 63 seconds left in the third quarter. LSU thoroughly outplayed Iowa on Sunday, but that’s not what everyone was buzzing about afterward.

Women’s basketball deserves better. It deserves better officiating. It deserves smarter commentary from the peanut gallery. Most of all, it deserves to be treated as the serious sport it is.

There were 37 fouls called in 40 minutes of play on Sunday, split evenly between the teams. Both LSU and Iowa endured ticky-tack calls that forced their best players to ride the bench in the biggest game of their lives. Reese missed the entire second quarter due to a couple of early foul calls. Clark picked up two early, too — called for push-offs, not even on the defensive end of the floor. “I thought they called it very, very tight,” she said afterward. “Obviously, foul trouble is not really what you want in a national championship game.”

Iowa head coach Lisa Bluder went even further, saying that she was most frustrated because the officials weren’t even listening to her on the court. Three of her five starters began the fourth quarter on the bench. Her counterpart at LSU, Kim Mulkey, seemingly had much more success working the refs; she was never T’d up despite walking onto the court many times and even making physical contact with an official.

It was, in a word, embarrassing.

The players did not deserve such a poorly and inconsistently officiated game. The coaches didn’t, either. And the sellout crowd and record-setting number of fans tuning in to watch Clark and Reese (9.9 million, ESPN said in a release Monday) did not pay for those tickets or turn on their television sets to see stoppage after stoppage and hear the screeching of the whistle.

“From a fan standpoint, there was enormous disappointment with how the game was officiated because the best players were not playing,” said John Adams, former NCAA national coordinator of men’s basketball officiating. “Having that level of officiating in that type of game, I think, really hurt the meteoric rise of women’s basketball. There is not perfect officiating anywhere ever, but, man, that was awful.”

Adams, who headed up the men’s officiating program from 2008 to 2015, said he used to remind his Final Four officiating crews that the games were always better when the best players were playing. It was the only time over the course of the entire tournament that he met with them personally — the reminder was that important.

Women’s basketball has endured sorry officiating for some time, but it has not always been given this kind of spotlight in front of audiences this big. Sunlight is the best disinfectant, as they say, and it’s time to fix this now. That means a more robust recruiting program, better training and a stricter evaluation process to determine which officials advance to the biggest games. This can never happen again, not as the sport continues to grow.

For so long, fans and media members alike have treated women’s basketball — and women’s sports in general — as some sort of charity case. It wasn’t about the product on the court as much as it was about patting yourself on the back for being one of the good guys. It didn’t matter if those tickets you got for the game came as part of some discounted package to try to fill seats, or if they were free. Brownie points counted just the same.

More than 6 million people tuned in to watch Iowa play South Carolina in the Final Four on Friday night. Iowa-LSU was broadcast on ABC, easily accessible to even more eyeballs. The cheapest single ticket to get into American Airlines Center on Sunday was more than $400. Clark and Reese are bona fide stars, attracting massive followings on social media and big-money NIL deals. The demand to see them square off was real; no one watched this game simply to support the sport but rather because they wanted to watch a great game with compelling figures.

We witnessed a sport take a giant leap this weekend. It’s not often you realize something like that is happening in the moment, but it was undeniable. That’s why the officiating bothered me so much. It’s also why I couldn’t stand the discourse that popped up after the game around Reese and Clark, who are both elite trash-talkers. Of course, there was the racial undertone of comments praising Clark for her behavior on the court but calling Reese “classless” (a word that was trending on Twitter in the aftermath) for her taunting. Cultures clashed in a big way on multiple fronts.

So many of the male pundits who rushed into the conversation ostensibly on Clark’s behalf wanted to paint her as a victim, despite the fact that Clark expressed no anger or hurt feelings afterward and said she didn’t even see Reese’s hand-waving because she was trying to get to the handshake line. Clark is a trash-talker and a relentless competitor, just like Reese, and they’ll both continue to play that way because it’s what makes them great. But the pundits who teed off on Reese to somehow protect Clark were doing so with arrogance and such obvious paternalism, in addition to the thinly veiled racism.

Caitlin Clark does not need a white knight. She is not your charity case, either. She is an athlete who handles her business and should be treated as any elite male athlete would be. This is a sport that should be treated as a real sport, which means there are winners and losers and also debates about which player is best. It’s OK to criticize players and coaches who make mistakes. For so long, the gatekeepers of the sport believed they needed to be advocates for women’s basketball at all times for it to grow, and that meant only writing positive stories or treating players with kid gloves. We should be well past that now.

So, let’s level up the sport to meet its moment. Fix the officiating that has been subpar and unacceptable for way too long. Treat the product as the money-maker it is when its media rights deal comes up. And allow these tough-as-hell women to fight their own battles.

That is what this sport deserves.

[yueisyum]

Could’ve fooled me

Summery-

your best friend does a lot of things right. He studies hard, wakes up on time, never forgets your birthday, and likes all the same snacks as you. On the outside, everyone notices how sweet he is to you, always there when your in any trouble, always taking care of you. This year to celebrate your birthday, Jaemin’s mission is to get you to notice his efforts on making you his. It does not blow over too well…

Paring- Jaemin x reader

Warnings-

No gender mentioned in this part but afab• suggestive •college au• bestfriend jaemin• mentions of alcohol• consuming alcohol• angsty-ish?• Physical contact• you are both in college (medical school)

You are so lucky to have him, to have someone to talk to without the judging faces, or fear of being misunderstood. He always knew exactly what to say to make you feel better. You told him everything. He told you everything. You shared a sense of humour, taste in music, majors, and foods.

You can cry in front of him and he could cry in front if you. Ever since you two where kids. When you would have to stay over at his house when your moms condition got bad and dad was miles away for work- the point is- is that jaemin is like you guardian angel. You never had to deal with kids bothering you at school, he would always take care of it, he would help you study, and you would help him study (you helped him a lot more then he helped you) anyway-

People you would do anything for an amazing friend like that. Helps with medical assignments, cooking- if not for jaemin you would have starved to death. He takes care of you. You are so lucky, no one would want to lose someone like that….

So why are you currently hovering you thumb over the ‘block contact’ for his number?

|| na jaemAn-

Y/n pick up the phone, you are being ridiculous. It’s been 2 weeks! We have to talk eventually.

|| na jaemAn-

I have keys to your apartment… I don’t wanna push you but it seems like I don’t have a choice.

|| na jaemAn-

Ok ok I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for this to happen!

|| na jaemnAn-

Y/n please! Talk to me!!!

———————————————————————

______________________________________

Collage is fun- really it is, parties hang outs, movie nights, study nights, the list goes on. jaemin doesn’t drink though,he ever drinks.

however you did, always lightly, but never around him. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

it was your birthday 2 weeks ago, and jaemin bought you soju and beer along with other very thoughtful gifts. Including a neckless, New blue tooth headphones and a bunch of gift cards. He knew you didn’t have any space in your wallet for more of them but he enjoyed seeing your face light up in excitement. He pushes the bottles of beer towards you to invite you to open one.

But You refused to drink explaining;

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, plus I don’t want to be drunk by myself-“ his brows furrowed together in confusion with a smile of his face. “there’s like 10 other people here” he responded in a ‘obviously’ kind of tone. “That’s basically the same thing.” They were your friends of course, but not like jaemin was. The dimly lit room and music with the others talking in the background; somehow made the environment so euphoric. And jaemin looked so dreamy- ABSOLUTELY NOT. Not already- the night just stared and you haven’t even drank anything. You mentally kick yourself. Jaemin stares at you. His face unreadable, as per usual.

Looking away you continue. “I’ll drink them another time when you’re not around” begining to push the pack of glass bottles away in the coffee table. dismissing the look he throws your way. trying to keep your cool. Absolutely refusing your feelings for him,

you’ve become quite a pro at it since middle school. Feelings coming and going throughout the years but this college version of your sweet old jaemin hit you like a meteor.

you can’t tell what he’s thinking now but you know his mind is up to no good. He looks so handsome, And even more mature then usual. “Why?” He finally responds a glint in his eyes. “Is there somthing that drunk you wants to tell me” He continues obviously teasingly.

You two were seated in the living room alone while your birthday ‘party’ continued in the other room without you. Both of you sat on the carpet floor, backs leaned against the sofa instead of sitting in it. Why? Don’t ask me this is your story not mine. You weirdo.

One of Jaemins arms placed on the couch behind your head and almost resting on your shoulders, relaxed comfortably, and other playing with the gift rap left on the table from when you excitedly ripped open his gifts to you. The veins in his arms on full display, taking a moment to realize how close you two where sitting. Which for you two should be perfectly normal. But it’s not, we’ll not to you at least. You do not trust yourself right now and your sober. Imagine taking even a sip of the alcohol. Relishing in the feeling of being this close to na Jaemin.

“Maybe a confession?” He presses, as if he’s seriously wondering. Grounding yourself, realizing your are indeed in a conversation with Him and should probably be present in it. you turn to see jaemin looking at you intently. It’s embarrassing how fast your checks flushed. And it did not go unnoticed on jaemins part.

“Sorry… what was the question?” You asked, lost in some sort of trance. His lidded eye following yours “If I drink tonight… will you?” he changed the subject. You didn’t catch it though, to busy trying to get the red in you face to retreat, just for one night. “No!“ you exclaimed. “Are you crazy, I’m not making you do something you don’t want to-“ you tried to scolding him but to no avail. He opened a beer and drank it. You blinked once!- You started at him in shock, disbelief, amusement?. “Jaemi-“ you start. Ready to scold him for being so reckless. You can see the look on his face when the drink burns down his throat. “-I drank, because I wanted to… I want you to enjoy your party, so.. now you have to” he said passing the can to you. He was obviously lying. He opened another one before taking a deep breath before drinking again. “This is considered per-pressuring”

You took the beer from his hands and sat there for a moment, jaemin watching closely. “You don’t need to watch me” you murmured looking away embarrassed again… again. Jaemin, amused, decided to tease further, I mean come on it’s his signature M.O. “am I making the birthday girl nervous, or maybe you’re scared I’m gonna find out your a light weight?” He needs you to have a good time, and you holding back just for his sake unsettles him.

Like I said jaemin always knows exactly what to say. His comment turning your conversation into a competition. A light weight!? You’ll show him a light weight.

Suddenly everyone was gathered in the living room, drinking and laughing and you were genuinely having a great time with all your friends. The clock is ticking and Ubers are being called. Drunk friends begging to spend the night, talking and slurring in their words. And you drunkenly agreeing until mr mature jaemin chimes in. Informing them that I’d be better for their head tomorrow if they wake up in the comfort of their home/room “Go lay down your legs are shaking.” He instructs, so he can make sure everyone gets to their rides safely. “Your looking at my legs?” You slurred curiously as jaemin watches the last guest get into their Uber that he called, (and paid for). Finally Turning to look at you with such gentle eyes. If they weren’t before your legs where definitely shaking now. He didn’t answer only smiling softly at your cuteness.

Your drunken confidence was so amusing to him. You are just so cute like this. But he needed you to relax. As much as he wants to hear all the other ridiculous thoughts rummaging through your head, You looked like you where about to fall over. Your thighs burn. And the top of your head seems so light. He guides you to your bed. One hand resting in your lower back leading you into your room. The other opening the door. He’s so sweet

“Jaemin… it’s really late, you need to get home before I mess up your sleep schedule” there you are, he thought. “Can’t leave you here like this” he explained. You turn to him with a glare on your face. A grin creeps in his face in amusement.

“I’m serious jae, and you can’t walk. you need to call an Uber because it’s supper cold AND it’s raini- oh my gosh it’s raining! On MY birthday!?!” you rambled on as he untied your hair. You continue Looking out the window in disappointment, distracted. “Aw y/n you care if I get wet? So sweet of you” he said in an unserious tone. He is just as out of it as you where, but you needed him right now. He wants you to know that he can take care you forever. Make sure you remember that he is perfect for you in the future. Your future.

“It’s not fair, your always taking care of me, I never get to take care of you” you whine. As if you where reading his mind. He sits you down. “That’s not true princess, you always take care of me” he reassures you. While squating down to take your socks of, holding your legs one at a time. His hands on you causing a tingle to go up your spine. And you feel something pooling between your legs.

he knows everything about you. He knows You don’t like sleeping with your socks on or hair up, or that calling you ‘princess’ would make you melt to his touch. You looked down at him in a trance. Watching him treat you like royalty.

“…You always help me clean around my dorm, Help me with school, shopping for my moms birthday, your so sweet to me y/n” he stresses the last part looking up at you. “It’s not the same” you replied following his eyes as he stands back up, Now looking down at you and your beautiful gaze on him, and him only, goosebumps cover his arms when your gaze shifts to his lips. You join him climbing to your feet. He holds your arms to help you gain balance “Wanna take care of you… like a good friend, wanna be sweet for you” you added. Looking up at him with so much adoration. “Yeah?”He said leaning in. Lost in lust, you close the gap between your lips. He begins Kissing back. His movements taking over. And you give in to him willingly. His hand travelling to your hips and one resting on your check, caressing your face. kissing you passionately. He holding you so gently. You fall limb against his chest deepening the kiss. Suddenly you move your hands to his chest pulling shirt towards you. You needed him to be closer to you, inside you. He was not complaining.

Sensing the change in mood. Both hands grip you hips pulling the firmly into his. God he wanted you under him, wearing nothing but the necklace he just bought you, wants to hear your pretty little voice moaning his name. Wants to hear you tell him how good his doing. God it’s driving him crazy!

His growing bulge rubbing against you. A knock at the front door knocked some sense into jaemin. You’re both drunk you fucking idiot. Was he taking advantage of you??

He lightly pushes you away and makes his way to your door. Not missing the hurt confused look on your face when he slips away from you, he leaves you standing in your bedroom. He closed the door behind him. Wanting you to (hopefully) lay down.

He opens your front door to your roommate sihyun. “I dropped Soomin off but I left my keys here” she laughs embarrassingly. “Is y/n ok?” She asks catching him off guard. “Oh uh- y-yeah she’s fine-asleep actually- I was just heading out.” “Oh ok, well I’m sure she’s glad you came every if she too drunk to show it” she jokes. Oh you have no idea. He joins her laughter. But his smile doesn’t reach his eyes and he bids her goodnight to your roommate. Grabbing his stuff and heading out the door. You’ll forget about the kiss in the morning anyway right?

______________________________________

Not exactly. You woke up slowly due to the sun in your face but you jumped up remembering your lips on Jaemin’s. All you really could remember was that YOU kissed HIM and him pushing him way. You weren’t even THAT drunk… why cant you remember anything!?? maybe it was trauma responds to the guy you’ve liked since middle school rejecting your advances.

I’m such an idiot

———————————————————————

|| na jaemAn

Y/n please! Talk to me!!!

|| na jaemAn

I’m coming over…

College really is fun….

[yostresswritinggirl]

Geeking out about Arknights, again. This time let me start from the utmost starting point... Introducing this game's vast, vast universe.

Here we are, the world of Terra. In Terra, the concept of normal humans (homo sapiens) doesn't really exist. Instead we have numerous races of humans, the term humans just refer to people as a whole. Most of the races are just anthropomorphic humans with animal-like features (or just full on furry or even scaly) . I once mentioned the Sarkaz being inspired by demons. We have Felines (self-explanatory), Ursus (Bears), Sankta (angels, they don't have feathery wings but most do have a halo), Liberi (birds), Perro (Dogs), Aegir (Sea animals as a whole), Zalaks (Rodents), Caprinae (Goats), Elafia (deers), Vulpo (Foxes), Lupos (Wolves), Cautus (rabbits), a lot more. I'd be here until tomorrow if I list them all. Of course, not limited to irl animals, we do have races that are based on fictional or supernatural beings.

Btw, miss Specter your beloved is an Aegir and she's based on a now extinct shark species. The type with a round saw blade lower tooth.

The thing about Terra is that the development of it revolves around a fictional crystalline ore called Originium. It's described to be black and semi-transclucent. It's a major source of energy and powers a lot of stuff. Nitrocellulose and gunpowder do not exist, and guns are operated by Originium.

In Terra, there are many natural catastrophes called, well, Catastrophes. Those include, but not limited to, hurricanes, volcano eruptions, sandstorms, hail, sometimes meteor showers. They happen in unpredictable timings, and always leave destruction where they sweep across. That's why the people of Terra developed Nomadic Cities, cities that are built on vehicles that, upon receiving prior predictions of a Catastrophe, would be able to move out of the danger zone.

After a Catastrophe, there remains Originium.

Originium is a fantastic and important energy source, but it comes with trouble. If a person ingests or has prolonged exposure to Originium, they contract a terminal disease called Oripathy and are called, Infected. Bring Infected makes them able to use Arts, Arknights equivalent of magic, way better. But at the same time that accelerates the speed of which their Oripathy gets worse.

The Infected people are very heavily discriminated against in most countries in Terra. Some even get exiled out of their countries after contracting Oripathy, some lose their job, some are kicked from their academies. The Infected are almost treated as "monsters" in Terra.

Fun fact: Most of the countries in Terra are landlocked. The only country that is familiar with the concept of "the ocean" is Iberia and Higashi (see map above) and the concept of the ocean is completely mysterious to non-Aegirian people.

Btw, Arknights is depressing 🥹

Welcome to Arknights. Maybe I'll talk about the different nations on that Terra map above sometime later hehe

Oh geezus chrust I got a whole introductory book ahahaha!

I was actually very confused and curious when you mentioned that they're largely hybrids but now you mentioning that there's no uh pure humans makes things make more sense. Also Specter is a shark?! Actually you know what, it does make sense after looking at it haha

So that's why they're called Arknights, I've always been confused about that part. Does that mean that uh well do they die faster then? Is that the end game for Oripathy, like what gets worse? Do they get fucked up or smth? It's confusing why they're being discriminated against with this mini summary aha maybe I should read up on that part at least

OH BUT I LOVE THE CONCEPT OF MOBILE CITIES and how they're very much in tune with the worldbuilding in this universe instead of just, ohhh looks cool, let's do that!

Rosmontis :(( (but also my cup of tea tho hhhh sorry sweet child-)

Edit: I now know more about Oripathy.

[evilasiangenius]

The Second Prince of Hell

Pressing his hands over his face, Crowley sighed. It was already a bad day, and while there had been not so many days since the Earth had been formed, it seemed like all Crowley could see ahead was a progression of bad days that only got worse.

Of course, it did immediately get worse, for the next thing that happened was that Crowley nearly ran into someone.

“Oh, sorry about that, my fault,” Crowley muttered, as a pair of firm hands steadied his shoulders.

“How did your meeting go?” A familiar voice, and Crowley opened his eyes, hands dropping to his sides to see Aziraphale standing before him, plump hands resting on Crowley’s slim shoulders.

The angel gasped. “...what are you doing here?!”

“Asmodeus comes up for regular meetings in Heaven, and he asked me to join him today to stand second.”

“Meetings. In Heaven?” Crowley blinked.

“You didn’t know? Well, Beelzebub’s too important for this job, and I’m not important enough, so...”

Crowley’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I thought we were supposed to be enemies.”

“Oh, this doesn’t stop us from being enemies, my dear boy. Nothing has changed but we must think of practicality. After all, could anything get done if both sides didn’t know what was going on in advance? That would be sheer madness,” Aziraphale said.

“I...” Speechless, Crowley felt the foundations of faith deep down inside shifting, before trying very hard to keep his belief in the system from cracking. “I really should get going. There’s work to be done after all-”

“Oh, but before you go, you should meet my counterpart.” Aziraphale turned to the ladders, offering a hand to another demon who hefted himself up the ladder and out onto the cool gleaming expanse of Heaven. A very tall and blond demon clad in black robes lined in venomous green, crowned with black meteoric iron in the shape of twining serpents, whose sharp green eyes fixed on Crowley the moment that he stepped forward.

Crowley found himself backing up, just a little.

“Crowley, this is Asmodeus, Second Prince of Hell.”

“Pleased to meet you?”

Asmodeus laughed. “Is this the Representative on Earth that we’re supposed to be concerned about? Oh, but a beauty to be certain, a rare jewel in Heaven’s crown with that dark copper hair and those golden eyes. Do you think that Heaven knew what it was doing when it sent this one?”

“Apparently,” Aziraphale said dryly. “After all, Heaven doesn’t make mistakes.”

The two Princes of Hell exchanged looks of amusement.

“My dear Aziraphale, you are ever so lucky to have been named Representative. I think I should have liked to have had the honor.”

“How did you win?” Crowley glanced at Aziraphale, curious, before realizing he should also keep an eye on Asmodeus too, just in case.

“It was down to me and Asmodeus, and I won. So it could have easily been a serpent instead of an octopus that did the tempting.”

“Did you fight for the position? Is that what they do down there? Er, Downstairs.” Crowley wondered, knowing that the honor of being Representative on Earth was merely an accident when it came to Heaven’s decision; Crowley just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time when they were looking for someone to be volunteered.

“Oh no,” Aziraphale chuckled, his voice dark with amusement. “No, there was no fight. It was rock-paper-scissors, and I cheated.”

“...oh.”

“Extra arms, you know.” And for a moment, the black-robed Aziraphale had four arms and four legs and then two legs and six arms and then just a lot of arms and Crowley nearly fell over before Aziraphale reverted back to something more recognizable.

“Now I wish I had tried harder,” Asmodeus hissed. “All of the Earth as one’s private garden, and a charming angel to chase around and thwart…now that would have been splendid. I think I would have enjoyed that quite a bit.”

“Uh, I’m right here...” Crowley muttered. “Haven’t left at all.”

“I must say that I’m glad to have been chosen,” Aziraphale said smoothly. “It’s quite an honor.”

“By cheating.”

“Just as a demon lord should do. And if you interfere, Asmodeus, I’ll gut you like a...whatever it is that the humans gut.”

“A duck? A fish?” Crowley suggested, but it didn’t seem that the demons heard.

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it,” Asmodeus lied, eyeing Crowley as the Second Prince of Hell paced a slow circle around the angel. “Absolutely wouldn’t dare infringe on your rights, my infernal brother.”

“Good, because if you do, I might have to destroy you.” Aziraphale smiled brilliantly.

“Oh, Aziraphale, let’s not bring up that kind of unpleasantness. It’s far too soon to talk like that when a little torture goes a long way. My dearest brother, I think it’s best to let the angel make the choices of who is preferred. We may not have free will as the humans do, but exercising a little choice is always...wait, where did the angel go?”

“Back to Earth, I presume. Well, good luck on your meeting; it seems that I have some work to do-”

“Aziraphale...” Asmodeus’ voice had a tone of warning in it. “You’re not to leave until we’re done here.”

“Oh, but if you recall the rules are that both Representatives must be on Earth at the same time. Beelzebub has been quite firm about that. It’s a very reasonable rule if you think about it. Have fun at your meeting; say hi to Michael and Gabriel for me.” And with a wave, Aziraphale swung himself down onto a ladder and clambered down fast, multiple arms and legs helping him navigate the narrow ladder back down to Creation.

Halfway down and still in the high heavens, Aziraphale paused and looked down. Beyond the great plumes of clouds where the sky opened back up again, white wings spread wide as the angel glided the rest of the way down to Earth in a slow graceful motion, the small white figure stained with a dark splotch of coppery red that fluttered like a flame, and Aziraphale felt his breath catch.

x

[necesito-mas-cafe]

Good Omens 2 Spoilers

This is all me being absolutely normal about it.

I need everyone to know that I don't speak English, I just went through all this through the translator and I don't have the strength in me to correct it. It's three o'clock in the bloody morning and I barely finished the last chapter I wrote this.

The second season of Good Omens ripped me apart from the inside out. I saw absolutely nothing before the premiere, neither the trailer nor any post about it, I didn't even stop for the theories (well, I did a little) and the fanarts.

And my God.

I'm fucking crying and I don't know if it's the good way or the bad way.

Aziraphael and Crowley if they knew each other before they fell 😭😭, they were friends who hung out. Aziraphael apparently misses those times a lot. Crowley is so cute in this, like, I legitimately feel like I could sit down with him and have a lively conversation that doesn't involve alcohol or dolphins.

(Also, the scene where Crowley covers Aziraphael with his wing from the meteor shower (what were those things???) made me squeal with the same energy as a little girl when her parents tell her to buy her favorite ice cream).

Aziraphael is apparently a landlord??? like, wtf (And Crowley lives in his fucking car with two (2) boxes of plants, lol). I really liked Maggie and Nina, although I feel sorry for Nina and the whole thing with her (ex)partner (although it's also pretty obvious that the chick was kind of intense).

Crowley going back to the bookstore after his fight with Zira (and his run-in with Beelzebub) to protect him is very 😭💚💚. Crowley has actually been helping him since time immemorial (and wouldn't it be a happier world if he could continue to do so?).

The whole street probably thinks Mr. Fell has weird fetishes, just imagine the rumours.

It's fun to think about how Miguel got a desk based on Gabriel saying he had one.

Crowley suffers directly for lending his precious car to Zira, and he still does it because he loves it. (Also, Muriel is just too adorable in all of this, dammit, I want to give her hot chocolate and a pat on the head for her good work 🤧).

How come Gabriel and Beelzebub developed their bloody romance before the beings that were rightfully "running around" for six thousand years????? It's the funniest and most pathetic (for my ineffable (😭😭😭) husbans) I've ever seen. It is also sweetness that rots teeth).

Crowley's angel costume is fucking hilarious.

After the whole climax is resolved (I'm not commenting on it too much, I'm still processing it) Crowley finally gets up the nerve to tell Aziraphael his feelings (with a lot of help) but is interrupted by Zira, who (dramatically a bit) told Crowley that he could return him to when they were both happy together, like angels, in heaven, which shows us that even though Crowley is Crowley, he prefers the No-fallen-angel-Crowley in order to fulfill his perfect fantasy. And yet, after that, Crowley confesses to Aziraphael, offering to stay together, just the two of them, on his own side. Azira can't accept that, and Crowley can't accept Azira's offer, and after a kiss (which felt like a stab to my heart) they went their separate ways.

AND END

I'M YELLING TOO MUCH

I don't know how to feel about it; my expectations for their relationship was that they would hold hands, not that.

The ending is so perfect and yet so fucking painful 😭.

I need a 3rd damn season (or not, I really (very painfully) liked the ending it had, though the whole second coming thing in the finale has me 👀 if you know what I mean).