#They stripped both of their personalities at this point and im not even going to mention the sg jinx x td ekko ship which even if i dont

[raventrigonsdaughter]

btw i just wanna say that while i got a lot of followers and made lots of friends because of Arcane, im sad to inform i heavly fell out of love for the show, mostly because of a lot of fandom drama and gatekeeping that came with new fans and old ones who saw the oportunity to be 100x times more toxic, so while i will probably enjoy season 2, i want no interaction with that fandom again... it turned into a shit fest really fast...

[ratioaven]

spoilers for 2.1 !!!!!!!

aventurine rant, please keep in my mind that these are my own thoughts and interpretations. im extremely sleep deprived lol so im sorry if i got anything wrong

something thats been on my mind since yesterday are these lines.

from the start to me, it was very clear aventurine had self esteem/worth issues because of how he treats his own life, but the line that says “the other hand is below the table, clutching your chips for dear life” stuck out to me.

i always assumed aventurine was so incredibly confident in his luck but in reality he is afraid. he’s terrified that he’ll lose. it’s an act. he convinces himself, he fools himself, he forces himself to act like he’s confident he’ll win, when in reality even if he does win, he’s still clutching his chips under the table for dear life because of how terrified he is of losing.

that really messed with me to be honest. i feel tricked and what’s ironic is that he tricks his opponents into thinking he’s confident, and he also tricked ME the player but really, this made my heart break in two because i had absolutely no clue up until now.

so why does he act this way

all throughout his life, aventurine has had his pride stripped away. just try to imagine being in his shoes. i myself do not think i could deal with the situations he was put in. i cannot stress this enough, aventurine has a mark on his neck that screams to him that he has once belonged to someone. he has had his pride stripped away from him countless times. but it’s ironic because aventurine is introduced as a very prideful and flashy man. you start to realize the front aventurine puts on is his own way of protecting himself. it’s how he’s able to live basically. i wanna go into more detail but i will later.

as it was said before, aventurine is an uptight person who worries. he is extremely afraid of losing and he has a massive inferiority complex. aventurine may seem like a go lucky person on the outside, but in actuality he is not. he is not happy. he has no self worth, he believes he has nothing to live for, and he has no problem with throwing his life away. aventurine believes the only good thing he brings to the table is his luck.

but this brings me to my next point.

aventurine may not realize it, but he is so much more than his luck. he has so many good qualities and he doesn’t seem to realize it. even if some of it may be an act, he’s still able to pull it off. he’s still an intelligent business man who is both charming and cunning EVEN if it may be an act, those are still amazing qualities to have in his line of work.

but more importantly, aventurine chose to live. despite witnessing his family die, being a slave, and tortured, he chose to live. he chooses to. i cannot stress this enough. this man has gone through hell and back. he truly has had an incredibly difficult life to the point where my heart hurts so so badly for him. he made the decision to stay alive.

that says more than enough about his character.

and last but not least, aventurine wants one thing, and that is to be with his family. he’s witnessed horrible things in his life that no one should ever go through. he lost everyone close to him, he lost his people. he has nothing to live for and he values his life so little to the point where he has no problem with dying. the only real thing that he wants is just to see his family.

and he will one day, but in the meantime, i genuinely hope this man can find a reason to live, and ratio already gave him one just by that note. i just truly wish aventurine happiness while he lives the rest of his life.

i guess this is a topic that really hits me hard because i know all too well that choosing to live life isn’t easy sometimes and i just love aventurine.

let’s all appreciate how truly amazing his character is.

[evie-sturns]

𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐱 - 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

summary: it's your special day, your 20th birthday! chris hasn't given you a present all day, and nothing seems to be going to plan, but he makes up for it later.

contains: public sex, smut, fluff, soft dom!chris, swearing, crying.

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8:54am

i wake up to chris planting kisses all over my face, a stupid grin painted across his face.

"chriss.." i groan, rubbing my eyes as i sit up in our double bed.

"happy birthday!!" he says, pulling me by my arms up onto the floor, im so unstable i stumble over.

my birthday has always been my favorite day of the year, everyones attention were on me, it was just going to be a stress-free day with my friends, my boyfriend and his brothers.

"shit." chris says, picking me back up, holding me in a bridal position. "you excited!!" he says, placing me back down on my feet

"love you chris." i smile, walking over to the wardrobe and pulling out the outfit ive had planned for days.

ive known chris for 11 years, he was my bestfriend until 1 year ago, when he became my boyfriend.

i strip off my pyjamas, leaving me revealed as i scramble through the shelves to find underwear.

i feel chris's eyes laying on me, "you feel elderly yet?" he says, breaking the comfortable silence.

i scoff "very."

"you look good for how old you are" chris jokes, walking over to my side.

i see his hand reach out, but he pauses instantly when the door rattles. "y/n!" i hear nick call out, i can hear the smile on his face.

"im butt naked right now nick, ill be out in a few!" i call out, chris shakes his head with a grin painted across his face.

"gross." i hear nick say back, slightly quieter this time.

"nick its 9 in the morning what do you take me for!" i say, pulling up my skirt, and readjusting my tanktop. i get on my toes, planting a kiss on chris's nose before unlocking the door.

im met with nick, a bunch of balloons in hand with matt standing next to him. their face light up as they see me.

"you're looking kinda wrinkly.." matt says, pulling me into a hug.

"do i actually look old cause you're the second person to point out my 'aging'" i ask, nick handing me the balloons

-

12:06pm

nick, matt, chris, madi, nate and i have been hanging around the sturniolos house for the day, i've spent the majority of the morning laughing, until a pile of wrapped presents from my friends appears in front of me.

i open them all, thanking whoever gifted it to me with a hug.

chris doesn't give me one though?

i brush it off, maybe he just forgot.

to make things worse, ive just been told madi and nate were both scheduled to leave at 1, both needing to go to nates final ice hockey game, which the sturniolos and i were going to skip.

"oh fuck, we better go madi." nate says, jumping up off the couch and grabbing his keys. madi's sighs before leaning down, squeezing me in a hug. my heart sinks a little, today was meant to be a day with my friends.

"love you y/n, we'll update you about what happens later!" they call out before the door swings shut.

-

ive been sitting on my bed for 2 hours, scrolling aimlessly on my phone as chris sits on the other side of the room at his desk in silence, the faint clicking noise from his keyboard filling the room.

today was meant to be perfect.

i feel my throat dry up as i let out a shaky breath.

ive never cried on my birthday, i've always been too distracted to even think about getting upset, but now, when today has just felt normal, the tears are building up.

i mean, it hasnt been a bad day. its just been too regular.

i feel a few tears fall down my cheeks as i stare at chris's back.

i try my best to stay silent, but a broken sob exits my mouth, i slam a hand over my lips. chris's head snaps back to look at me, his face drops. "oh shit.." chris mumbles before speed-walking over to me, throwing himself down onto the bed to face me.

the tears won't stop now, even with my failed attempts to make excuses up to chris.

"sweetheart please don't cry." chris says softly, holding me in a tight hug as my eyes dampen his shoulder. "talk to me gorgeous, i know you love your birthday you shouldn't be crying yeah?"

"i dont know.." i say in between sobs, chris stays silent, he knows im lying.

"i just wanted it to be perfect.." i sniff, chris rubs my back.

"can i show you something..?" chris says awkwardly, pulling away from the hug. my eyebrows furrow, "okay..?" i say. chris grabs my hands, pulling me up out of bed. he leans down and grabs a sweater from the floor, putting it on my body before taking my hand again.

he walks us downstairs in silence, he seems nervous. chris opens the front door, we walk towards his car and he opens the door to let me in. "ladys first.." he says, trying to lighten the mood.

-

we've been driving for about 3 minutes before chris breaks the silence, "i was meant to take you here later but.. you know." he says, tapping his fingers lightly on the steering wheel.

i nod, chris accelerates slightly as we drive up a hill, we suddenly come to a halt. chris clears his throat, as he turns off the car.

we're parked in a small parking lot on top of a hill, theres trees directly infront of us, the sunset just peeking through the leaves. chris grabs my hand gently, "uh chris?" i ask, he just kisses my lips "shh."

we go through the trees until we they stop, my jaw drops, theres a small picnic blanket, some flowers layed on it along with a note.

its the same spot where me and chris kissed eachother for the first time, 4 years ago.

chris has never been the romantic type, he finds it 'yuck' apparently.

"chris oh my god.." i say, chris is fidgeting with the ties of his sweatpants. i sit down on the picnic blanket, with a groan chris sits down next to me.

"i think this is the sweetest thing anyones done for me.." i say, wrapping my arms around him.

chris shakes his head "shut upp..." he smiles.

"no seriously, i might cry again right now."

"don't you dare." chris says with a small laugh.

a comfortable silence grows between us as the sunsets, i break it after a few minutes.

"we should fuck."

"what?" chris says, his head snapping round to look at me.

"no just think about it, 4 years ago we had our first kiss here, so we should hook up here!" i say, concealing my laugh.

"i meannn whatever you want" chris says, trying not to seem as eager as he actually is.

i pull off my shirt, discarding it on the picnic blanket. theres trees behind us, and a cliff infront of us, its pretty private.

chris helps my shorts off, before laying me down softly on my back, he places his hoodie down under my head as a pillow. "you comfy?" he asks, spreading my legs open wider. i nod, chris pulls down his sweatpants and boxers in one motion, his erection springing out.

he smiles, holding my waist with two hands and lining himself up with me, "ready?" he asks, maintaining eye contact. "very." i smile back.

chris presses his tip inside of me, i stretch around his size, reaching out a hand, chris grabs my it.

he finally pushes the whole way into me, a desperate moan escapes my mouth. "such a pretty noise yeah?" chris says, his voice hoarse as he starts to thrust into me, his tip brushing my cervix each time.

strings of moans and whimpers exit my mouth as i squeeze his hand tighter, chris keeps a firm grip on my waist. "so so good for me, squeezing my dick so well." chris groans.

with each thrust, the knot in my stomach becomes tighter, i arch my back off the picnic blanket, "fuck chris oh my god." i yell, "cum for me gorgeous, can feel you clenching..." he says, stumbling over his words.

with a scream of his name the knot in my stomach snaps, chris pulls out, painting my stomach with white streaks. "g-..good girl." chris says, flopping down next to me on the blanket.

-

we've been laying here for the past hour, laughing, talking and watching the moon. the summer air is warm on my bare body, we both couldnt be bothered to get changed just yet.

"you know.." chris says, running a hand through his hair.

"hm?" i ask, looking over to see his face, which is barely illuminated.

"we should make this a traditon, ya know? birthday sex."

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i really liked writing this, thank you for the request babe

[coffinbrotherr]

Istg I keep seeing videos in my recommend that have either Andrew or Ashley sprites in the thumbnail and it's always in the lines of "shock storytelling is BAD" or "this needs to STOP" (I'm not providing examples as to not install a witchhunt but if youve seen them, you know EXACTLY who im talking about.) and I dont...I don't get why? Like, ok genuinely I'm having an actual hard time understanding why because being disturbed and being made uncomfortable is quite literally the definition of horror, so why is it a problem now.

To I guess throw my hat into the ring, I'd like to explain why i personally think incest integral to Tcoaal not only because I'm just fucking tired of seeing people not like the game just because of that aspect and I'm not knocking those people because of it because people can not like things for specific reasons, for example I am not one for horror involving teeth or the mouth so I tend to ignore horror media that prominently use those as setpieces. I'm mainly talking about people that bash it without actually playing it and people that see it at surface level and just make a Baseless assumption because to me and obviously a lot of other people as it still has great reviews, Tcoaal is wonderfully written and that IS thanks to its incest themes.

We see that throughout the game, Ashley obviously loves her brother, not only in the romantic sense but also in the power dynamic. While some aspects have yet to be revealed about thier relationship as we still only have two chapters, Ashley obviously manipulates Andrew and has since they were little as evident by the hide and seek flashback. It's incredibly obvious that Ashley likes control over people and since she doesn't really have anyone else that's closer to her, she uses Andrew exclusively as he's always been there with her figuratively and literally. While this behavior definitely comes from a sense of loneliness and fear of losing the one person that tolerates her as not even thier own parents wanted to stay around them let alone her, I think it also comes down to enjoying the control. Genuinely think about the story of the game for a sec, could you imagine being in that exact situation we see the siblings in. The closest thing we can even relate it to is covid, and we could at least still leave the house to an extent and have things sent to us that we wanted. Imagine going through all that not being able to leave, literally having the bare minimum of food being dropped off to you and being FORCED to stay inside not with a slap on the wrist but with active threats of death even though you know other people get to freely live outside peacefully. Not only is that terrifying but it gives a lot more insight to Ashley's character as she's literally stuck in a place she cannot control in an unfounded situation that is positively awful, but she does have one thing she can control, she has one person she can make exclusively hers and make him do whatever she wants through manipulation and the connection with love. The same goes for Andrew as we know Andrew was at least a bit more popular with people to the point where he even had a girlfriend (Julia) and to have literally all that stripped away from him is tragic, however for him there's one more person he can interact with, one person that cares about him and truly does love him in a way only they can share. It's a beautifully horrific way of telling a story because on the outside, it just looks like "oh hah hah, that's the incest cannibalism game" but if you actually played it you would see not only is the writing genuinely funny but also incredibly smart with its subtle meaning and player interpretation. It's NOT glorifying incest, it is actively showing an incredibly toxic relationship that was made through the circumstances and actions taken with both characters and to say it's just "shock storytelling" or "it's just trying to glorify incest" is just wrong, it's using the incest to further the narrative and that's why I personally find this game to be my favorite work of horror.

But that was just my interpretation, I'd love to hear your guy's views on it because I'd love to further the discussion and potentially add to my analysis as this was just something I wrote at 12:30 AM in bed. I could go on and on about my personal analysis but a lot of it would just be me being genuinely pretty annoyed with the games detractors and overall just make for a poor reading experience.

[spadecentral]

👑 Prince Promise | Leona Kingscholar x Reader

>> requested: no >> a/n: happy birthday Skai!!!!! love ya <3 also just a disclaimer im not that happy with the first couple of paragraphs so just pretend like its normal pls

>> masterlist: here!! >> summary: you and leona run away together to start a new life. unfortunately, a prince cannot always run >> reader prns: not specified >> warning(s): second person; fire; no dialogue;

You, a royal gardener, had begun to catch Leona's eye. So when Leona had some free time, he had always fund himself staring over at you, whether it be from inside at a window or outside underneath a tree. And what was good about being an unwanted prince was that he had a lot of free time.

The way he watched you with loving eyes confused the royal workers. They had never seen the prince so smitten before.

The first time he talked to you, he was very nonchalant. At least, he was on the outside. If you were able to read his mind, or get past the fact that a literal prince was talking to you, you would have noticed how nervous he was. How nervous he was of fucking up. How scared he was of doing something wrong.

And you fell so hard for him. Like, head-over-heels hard. Like, I-will-rip-out-my-heart-and-serve-it-on-a-nice-fancy-china-plate-for-you-to-stake-a-knife-into hard. You fell for him so hard that it would be less painful for you to repeatedly hit your head on a brick wall several times.

He had already fallen for you, however. He was just waiting for you to catch up to him.

When he suggested that the both of you run away together, you couldn't believe your ears. You? Run away with him? The prince of Sunset Savannah?

And what shocked you even more was the immediate yes that tumbled from your lips.

The palace gardeners weren't surprised to find your bedsheets stripped from your mattress and your clothes nowhere to be seen the next morning. They had taken bets actually, on when you two would run away.

They knew that no one was going to accept some gardener as the partner to their prince, no matter how in love you were.

You two had found a quaint little house on the outskirts of some small town, and Leona had bought it right away.

But to be honest, your first night in your own house with Leona was nerve-wracking. You still weren't accustomed to being in the same room with him all the time. And sharing a bed with him?! That was a completely new experience.

Though Leona could sense your uncomfortableness and had said several times that he could sleep on the couch if you wanted him to, you told him that it wouldn't be necessary. You wanted nothing more than to be near him. To be close to him. To be within two feet of him, holding his hand or brushing your fingers together.

And in that bed during the first night of your new beginning together, he had tenderly kissed you on the lips.

The two of you had lived comfortably in that house for a little under a month at this point. It had worked surprisingly well, 'it' being your relationship. There was the perfect balance of responsibilities divided between the two of you. You had even started your own little farm in your backyard, growing lettuce, squash, and tomatoes.

Leona had left to grab some things from the village. Some cheese, sausage links, and a nice bottle of wine. You both we're going to celebrate one month together in the comfort of each other's presence.

Thankful he was finally able to leave the town square, he headed back home. Even though he was never really fond of the people in the village, he made due. For you.

He was about a third of a mile away from home when he knew something was wrong. The smell of smoke was too strong for you to have only set a fire in your fireplace.

Not caring about the food, he immediately dropped the bags and ran. Ran towards you.

His stomach felt like it had dropped through his feet when he got to your home. Red and orange flames danced in the air as the building crumbled on top of itself.

He knew that you weren't going to make it out alive. But he still ran. Ran towards you. Ran towards home.

His tunnel vision was cleared when he was held back by palace guards.

And thats when he remembered something he had heard all the time when he was growing up. Something that his parents would always say to his retched brother.

"Son, it is like treason to not marry a person of a royal status. You must not break the hierarchy. No matter how much you love someone."

An eye-catcher was never a good idea. Especially when you catch the eye of Leona Kingscholar. Not because of him. But because of the people who wish to keep him within arms reach.

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[disabledunitypunk]

The irony of this post having the ableism tag when it's ableist against intellectual and cognitive disabilities and openly sanist:

(It reads: i hate "acoustic" jokes. you can't do something plain stupid and say oh im so acoustic. no. you're just stupid.

i hate "i have adhd today". no you don't have adhd if you're "crazy" and moving a lot. stop.

"oh im so delulu" no. you're not delusional. it's not funny.

stop using disabilities as a 1. joke 2. as an excuse when someone tells you to stop being annoying or acting stupid. stop.

with the tags "ableism", "disability" and "actually disabled")

Let's go point by point.

"i hate "acoustic" jokes. you can't do something plain stupid and say oh im so acoustic. no. you're just stupid."

I'm not sure if this is meant to say autistic, or if it's about actual autistic people being silly about their autism and misspelling it on purpose for that reason.

But autism often co-occurs with intellectual disability. It also is commonly comorbid with disorders that cause cognitive disabilities. It is itself a developmental disability.

This means that being unintelligent is a common, neutral component of many people's autism. It's not a bad thing. It's important to unpack the ableism of why you think being "stupid" is a bad thing. Why is a part of your identity and existence that you have no control over, can't change, and is most often less present due to specific disabilities causing it to be so, a bad thing?

Why are you, as an (assumed) autistic person so desperate to distance yourself from autistic people who are not intelligent and who have intellectual disabilities?

"i hate "i have adhd today". no you don't have adhd if you're "crazy" and moving a lot. stop."

I will admit, "I have ADHD today" is not correct.

(I am not sure, to be fair, if systems can experience only some alters having ADHD. I know autism is structural, so even if symptom holders experience it more acutely, every member will have a physically autistic brain still. With ADHD in large part being based in the behavior of neuroreceptors and production of specific neurotransmitters, I can't say that I know enough to say whether the actual mechanisms driving ADHD are structural or not.)

But hyperactivity is a common symptom of one subtype of ADHD, and can cause "moving a lot". I don't know if the use of "crazy" in quotes is how the people saying "I have ADHD today" are describing themselves, or if it's a label the original poster is putting on themselves, but it's honestly not great either way.

I'm not going to police who can reclaim the word, as someone with several classic "insane" diagnoses - schizophrenia, DID, MaDD, and multiple cluster B disorders. There are people, especially people with more severe ADHD, who have absolutely faced awful sanism regularly for their ADHD.

But I do think that describing a person you believe is not neurodivergent in the specific way you're talking about as "acting crazy" is just reinforcing sanism. It's positing "craziness" as an inherently negative thing, especially in the largest context of essentially fakeclaiming and whining about neurodivergent "trenders" "making real neurodivergent people look bad".

Craziness - having beliefs that don't align with consensus reality (the reality most people experience), or acting in ways other people believe are "irrational" or "don't make sense" - is not an inherently bad thing.

It has, however, been weaponized against the majority of neurodivergent people for centuries if not millenia to justify both suppression of harmless neurodivergent traits. It has also been used to justify violent subjugation over traits defined as harmful (including ones that actually are) that cause us significantly more distress and dysfunction than they cause harm to those around us. Instead of supporting compassionate, consensual, rehabilitative care, we have had our human rights stripped and our autonomy violated "for our own good" and in the name of "fixing us" for both "our" sakes and those of "sane" people.

Everything from hostility towards functional multiplicity and person-based understandings of plurality; to forced medication of schizophrenia and trying to discourage us from neutral, pleasant, and even helpful harmless delusions; to the erasure of both immersive and maladaptive daydreaming; to the pathologization and stigmatization of personality disorders - that's all because people believe being "irrational" is bad.

And "sane" people get to decide and write the books on what is "rational, good, and normal" and what is "crazy, insane, irrational, and bad". Completely rational trauma responses, even in children, are pathologized. Craziness is also conflating with being "noncompliant", being inherently more likely to be violent and to be more violent than average, and essentially to be an inherently "bad" person who has to try to be "sane" in order to be "good".

Finally, " "oh im so delulu" no. you're not delusional. it's not funny."

Honestly, I've never seen an actual delusional person use "delulu". I don't think it's in the reclamation stage and don't know if it ever will be. No notes here basically, we're in agreement. I would simply note if an actual person who experiences delusions describes themself as such, that is their right, and it's a good idea not to assume without further context.

So, "stop using disabilities as a 1. joke 2. as an excuse when someone tells you to stop being annoying or acting stupid. stop."

1. Joking about your own disabilities is fine. It can even be an important coping skill. Joking about disabilities you don't have is going to be inappropriate and harmful in most circumstances, so unless you've educated yourself on the rare exceptions it's better to refrain from doing so. However, I have had the experience of trusted friends making harmless jokes about my disabilities, so I won't say it's never possible.

This is however "joking about" disabilities and not "treating the entire existence of the disability as a joke". We agree that the latter is unacceptable.

2. Reasons for being disabled are not excuses, and if you can't handle disabled people being "annoying", let alone unintelligent, you're already deeply ableist. Disabled people are going to have conflicting access needs, coping mechanisms, and simple symptoms of their disability that WILL annoy you.

Annoyance is not harm. You don't get to demand someone not be annoying for your convenience, but especially when that annoyance is a result of disability. Even in the case of an actual need based on your own disabilities (such as a sensory seeking person sending a sensory avoidant person into a state of overwhelm and meltdown or shutdown), the responsibility is as much on you to remove yourself from the situation or find a compromise that works for both of you as it is on them.

But annoyance? Sometimes disabled people are annoying. It's not ableism to say so. I am annoying as a result of my disabilities. I stim loudly. I have bad body odor. I infodump. I am uncontrollably hyperverbal.

The posts about "people like autistic people until they show symptoms of autism" are about this person. They're about people who demand that disabled people never inconvenience them or be unpalatable in harmless ways due to their disabilities.

And of course, once again, being against unintelligence is inherently ableist. It doesn't matter if you are intellectually and/or cognitively abled. It doesn't matter if you've never been annoying in your life (I can guarantee you have. The OP of the screenshotted post very much has. Do I have a right to demand they not make that post because it annoys me, and to say they are using their disabilities as an excuse for the abject ableism present within it?)

The issue is not a simple issue of poor wording or awkward language. It is the ideas behind the language that are actively harmful.

I actually don't take issue with people using words like "crazy" or even rarely "stupid" in a positive or neutral context. "That concert was crazy", "I had a crazy day", or even "that steak was stupid good" are not inherently harmful. It's not about policing language, it's about interrogating the ideas behind the language you use.

Admittedly, I even take less issue with people who are "crazy" or "stupid" (who choose to reclaim such terms, or have been labeled as such by others) choosing to use the terms in a negative context when not directed at other people. I don't like the reinforcement of such things as inherently negative and find it can still be ableist, but at the minimum context matters. If I say "my car had a crazy engine failure" that's a lot different than "my boss was acting crazy", even.

Not using the terms negatively is a good rule of thumb, though. Different words have different negative connotations and have been used differently against disabled people, as well. The variation in stigma means that how you handle one word doesn't work for any other word. Note that my example for negative usage only included "crazy". I don't think I am capable of determining what negative usage of "stupid" or similar is appropriate, if any.

Basically, it's not bad to be unintelligent or crazy, which are usually themselves a result of disability. You can be annoying and unintelligent as a result of disability. Acknowledging that is not ableism, but throwing those people under the bus is. People are allowed to be annoying, especially as a result of disability, because you are not entitled to not being annoyed. Annoyance is not harm, and it's not "making excuses for it" to attribute it to disability, in part because you don't need to justify your right to exist in a way that other people don't like if you aren't harming anyone. You also don't need a reason to be unintelligent, but disability is a valid reason.

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

Could you maybe do a jade x gn or ftm reader where they have been close friends for a while, even secretly hooking up whenever jade feels lonely (e.g. after the beck&tori anti-date, in the car at the end of the moose episode). R falls in love with jade but feels like a second choice, so they tell her they need some space to get over her, since she does not want a romantic relationship. Jade misses r and realizes she loves them, so she sings the song an the fullmoon thingy to them (instead of beck) and that's how they "come out" as a couple to the rest of the school? Sorry it's so long, it's just been stuck in my head for a while now. Thank you, and i love your work!

Jade x GN!reader

The sound of your text tone for Jade pulls you from your studying. Taking a look, you sigh at the words.

'Im coming over'

This seemed to be happening more and more often. You and Jade have been friends for years. When you were both starting to explore your sexualities, you were naturally drawn to each other. Then Jade started to date others, eventually leading to Beck. She stopped coming to you for a while after that. At least for the sex part. But every once in a while, whenever Beck and her were broken up, she would go back to you. And as much as it makes you feel used, you always welcomed her with open arms. Why?

You had fallen in love with her.

But you were never the first one in her life anymore. It became Beck, Cat and even Tori. You were benched until she needed something from you. It started to affect you mentally, leaving you depressed whenever she left your side to go back to whoever.

Bringing you out of your reverie, a knock signals the arrival of your guest. Of course she couldn't use the door like a normal person. As soon as you open your window, her lips are on yours. Even with eyes closed, she leads you to the bed and pushes you down, immediately climbing on top and stripping down.

"Jade..."

"No. No talking." She pulls at your shirt. "I need this now." She descends upon you and kisses you once more. With a sigh, you relent for now and let your hands roam her body. One last time wouldn't hurt.

-----+++++-----

Jade lays satisfied on your bed. You had already gotten up to help clean you and her off. Once done, you sat back on your chair, wearing your pajamas once more.

"Ready to talk now?" It was routine by this point.

"What, no cuddling this time?" Jade had that smirk you love so much. But seeing it now hurts.

"Jade."

She let out a groan and flops further into your bed. "Just another argument with Beck. We broke up again. He's been such a gank lately."

"Why do you even stay with him if you're always fighting?" You knew the answer to this, but you had to hear it from her. Maybe the answer will change this time.

"I told you, he's my safe place. He's always been there. He's my person."

Yeah, it didn't hurt any less than the first time. Jade gave you an odd look suddenly and you realize that you let out a scoff.

"Something funny, Y/N?" Now or never, you guess.

"Not funny, but really Jade? He's your person? What am I then, chopped liver?"

"Oh c'mon. You don't count."

"Why not? What am I to you, Jade?"

The goth pauses at that. She couldn't understand where this was coming from. You two had a good thing going. Why is it a problem now? Seeing her pause made you sigh. You run your hands over your face.

"Look... I don't think we should do this anymore."

"Wait, what?" She sits up, immediately grabbing her clothes to put on. "Why?"

You mulled over her question. You wonder if it's a good idea to relay your feelings. Would an excuse make her leave you alone? No, you were always honest with Jade. There's no reason to stop now.

"I... I really like you, Jade. And it just feels like I'm never gonna be your first choice." She stares at you, halfway into her pants. Her breath hitches slightly, but you don't catch it. "So if that's gonna be the case, I'd rather nip it in the bud now." Your eyes meet Jade's ocean ones. "Just give me time and I'll get over it... Eventually."

Jade feels surprisingly numb. She doesn't even say anything. She just leaves. The next thing she knew, she was home, in bed with a pillow in her arms. Why does it feel like she just got broken up with?

-----+++++-----

It was strange going to school and not seeing you. Jade was so used to you greeting her almost immediately. Even when she went to her locker, you weren't around. The first one to see her was Cat.

"Hey, Cat. Have you seen Y/N?" The red-head just shrugs.

"They're usually with you first, right? Haven't seen them yet."

It continues like this for the rest of the day. Jade started to wonder whether you even went to school. It wasn't until the end of the day did she see you with another group of friends.

Her heart clenches.

You were laughing with them. Your smile was one she realized that she hadn't seen in a while. You leaned into touches that weren't from her. Did you get over her that quickly? She didn't even get a chance to win you back.

That thought made her freeze. Win you back? You weren't together. You were friends with benefits. Good benefits if she would say so herself. Why was seeing you smile like that with other people making her feel this way? Jade turns away with a huff and walks away. She wasn't dealing with this right now.

You didn't even look at her.

-----+++++-----

It's been a couple weeks and Jade was going insane. She kept seeing you everywhere at school and you didn't even so much as glance at her. Her frustration made her friend terrified to talk to her. Only Tori was brave, or dumb, enough to speak up.

"Jade?" The goth's eyes shoot over to her, making the Latina jump. "M-maybe you should talk to them. Ya know, say you miss them or something." Jade's eyes trail back over to you. Bolstered by Tori, Beck speaks up.

"Look, Jade. You know that we aren't gonna work out." Her eyes bore into him this time, but he's unaffected. "Think about it. Y/N's been by your side and dealt with you screwing with them for years." He takes her shoulders and gives it a shake. "Why did you keep going back to them?"

She looks away from him, processing his question. Quite suddenly, it hits her. Jade's eyes widen and she whips her head over to you. A girl leans far too close to you while laughing and it makes her blood boil. Now she knows why.

Jade loves you. She loves you and now she's on the cusp of losing you before she even got to have you. Questions flood her brain. Do you still want her? If so, how was she going to tell you she cares about you? Would you even take the chance if presented?

An idea pops into her head. It was a risk, but for you, it was worth it.

-----+++++-----

You were doing well. You made sure to keep Jade out of sight. While it helped a bit to keep her out of mind, she still found a way to invade your brain. When someone was flirting with you, you wished it was Jade instead. When they touch you, your memory makes it Jade's. It was a hard process, but you are determined to see it through.

Even now, you're on a date with this girl at the Full Moon showcase. You're enjoying your time with her. Laughs and touches accent the fun time you're having. It was almost enough for you to forget about Jade. That is until you start hearing the rift of a guitar. You and your date turn to the stage and you see Jade walking up to the microphone. Her eyes find yours before glancing next to the girl next to you. She bites her lips when she turns back to you before taking a breath.

You think you know me

but you don't know me

You think you own me

But you can't control me

You listen to the lyrics. You're sure that this was directed at you. Taking a glance at your date, you see that she's rocking out to the song. When she notices you looking, she smiles but it drops when she sees your face.

"Sorry."

That's all you say before standing up and walking towards the stage. Towards Jade. Her eyes stare into yours as she sings. You stare back, face impassive as you try to gauge her sincerity.

I'm dangerous, I'm warning you

But you're not afraid of me

And I can't convince you

You don't know me

And the longer that you stay

The ice is melting

And the pain feels okay

It feels okay...

It's then that you smile at her. Her relief is palpable when she goes into the end of the song with gusto. When the song ends, she watches as you walk up the stage and stands by her. Cautiously, she brings her hands up to your face. When you lean into the caress, she lets out a laugh of relief and pulls you into a kiss. You vaguely register the audience's applause but it soon fades away the longer Jade's lips are on yours.

You part when you're both ushered off stage by Sykowitz and you find a corner to be alone in. Jade is the first to speak.

"Look, I know I've been a gank to you, but I want to try this. I want to make this work." She takes a deep breath. "I... I love you."

Your heart stutters. A fond smile graces your lips. It's no surprise that you lean in close and whisper those words back before kissing her again and again.

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Best Tutor Ever

Summary: a Wattpad request by SarahTrace789 - “The second idea was Harry is a good boy and she is the bad girl whose grade in math class is bad and she needs to get her it up to graduate so she exchanges sex lessons with Harry for tutoring lessons.”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, student!y/n, student!harry, goodboy!harry, unprotected sex, fingering, hair pulling, oral (both), filth

Master

PRINCE HAIR HARRY

“I need at least a B to pass, right?”

The teacher nods, “Yes, at least a B.”

“Got it. Thank you!” You stand up and grab your books before walking out of the room. You head to the cafeteria and sit down at the table.

“I need at least a B to pass math, then I can officially walk at graduation. I don’t know what else to do.” You complain and roll your eyes with a huff.

“Why don’t you talk to that Harry kid. He’s pretty smart from what I’ve heard.”

“Who?” You asks looking around, confused because you know someone named Harry. You grew up with him, he just kinda fell off because you became popular and he didn’t.

Y/f/n taps your shoulder and points, “The guy sitting at the end of the table over there.”

“Striped dress shirt?”

She nods, “uh huh, I guess he’s like stupid smart. Kinda nerdy. Not my vibe.”

You bite your lip, “You know what, I’m going to.”

Your friends watch as you walk over to Harry and sit down across from him. He slowly looks up at you and you’re kinda taken a back by how pretty he is.

“Hello?”

You blink and shake your head, “Sorry, i um.. i know it’s awful timing, and I’m a shitty person blah blah, but I have a favor to ask you.”

“No. I can’t help you study for math so you can graduate, y/n.”

You lean back, “How did you know that that’s what I was going to ask you.”

He smirks and tilts his head, “We’ve known each other since the second grade. You’ve never been good with math.”

You’re lost at what to say, but you need to say something.

“See. That’s perfect then. You come over tonight and we can catch up on everything.” You smile and hope he says yes.

“Mm. I’m good, thanks.” He looks back down at his notebook.

“Harry.” You whine quietly, “Please?”

He looks up and laughs, “What’s in it for me?”

You look up at him and shrug, “Whatever you want.”

“Tempting.” He leans back and presses his lips together in a dry smirk.

You close your eyes and lean in, “I will send you a picture of my tits.”

He finds your negotiating absolutely hilarious, “Wow. How classy.” He rolls his eyes, “I’ll think about it.”

“Okay. Just please actually think about it.” You lay your hands on the table, “I’ll do anything.”

He squints his eyes slightly and tilts his head, “Anything?” He asks with a smirk.

You laugh slightly and nod, “I guess, Harry. Im desperate, if you couldn’t already tell.”

He sighs and shakes his head, “Fine.”

“Yes?” You ask staring at him.

He nods, “Yeah, fine. But I’m only giving you one night. So after that, you’re on your own again.”

You smirk and stand up. Before walking away, you lean down and whisper, “Please after one night with me you’ll be hooked.”

You walk back to your table and sit down before you embarrass yourself even further, “So I’m pretty sure I just um.. exchanged sex acts for tutoring.”

——

After school you rush straight home. Ignoring everyone in your path.

If you were correct and Harry wanted to collect, you wanted to be ready.

Thankfully, your parents are leaving for a three day work trip, so you’ll have the house all to yourself.

And Harry.

You immediately stripped your clothes off and got into the shower. It was an everything shower, so you couldn’t waist another second.

You shave, exfoliate, wash, rinse, repeat.

You step out and wrap a towel around your hair and around your body. You do your skin care and go pick out an outfit.

You didn’t want to seem too slutty, but at the same time, you really did want to thank him for helping you.

So you opt for the simple, but very still very sexy bra set and put it on after you lathered your entire body in the best smelling lotion you had.

You threw on shorts and an old baggy t shirt and go to dry your hair.

You weren’t sure what time Harry was coming over, you just agreed on tonight, no specific time.

You go down stairs and it must be perfect timing because there’s a knock on your door. Suddenly, your heart decides to pick up its speed and you feel nervous.

You walk over and open the door, “Hey, Harry. Come in.” You open the door more and step aside.

He gives you a smile as he walks in, “Hey.”

“You can set you stuff wherever.” You close the door and lock it, “Thank you for actually showing up.”

You walk around the corner and lean against the wall. He gets his notes out and looks over at you. His eyes scan up your bare legs and slowly make their way to your eyes, “No problem. Do you have your notes.”

You look around, “Uh. Yes. They’re around here somewhere.” You search for them and pull them out from under your laptop, “Here.”

He nods and pulls out the chair and sits down.

You lay them down and sit down in the chair next to Harry as he goes through his notes.

You sit there awkwardly, unsure of what to say exactly.

Harry glances over at you, “I like your shirt.”

You smile and look down at your Green Bay tee, “Oh, thanks.”

Harry leans forward to move stuff around, “So do you know what you need to study?”

“She wrote it down for me.” You grab the sticky note and hand it to harry. He takes it and nods as he glances over it, “Okay. I have all of these.”

He hands the note back to you and his eyes gaze at your legs. He swallows and clears his throat.

You move your chair closer to him and reach up to grab your pen. You lean back and bend your leg up to rest your notebook on it.

Harry glances back over at you and he freezes as he sees your lace panties peaking through the leg hole of your shorts.

“What’s first?” You look over at him and rest the end of your pen against your cheek. You spread your legs just a tad bit more, teasing him.

“Yeah, first.” He turns back towards the table and picks up his pencil, “So the algebra portion, that really isn’t bad, here I’ll walk you through an easy one and we’re pick harder ones as we go.”

You nod and write down the problem as he explains it, “Now, look over that for a minute.”

Harry takes his sweatshirt off and hangs it on the back of the chair. He turns and you notice his tattoos, “I like those.”

“Wh- oh these?” He looks at his arm and pulls the half unbuttoned parts of his shirt open, “I have more.”

You bite your lip as you see the images on his chest, “Wow. Did they hurt?”

He shrugs, “Eh.”

“I just have one, it’s tiny.”

“Let’s see it.” Harry turns towards you, leaning back in the seat as he rests his elbow on the arm rest.

You smirk and shake your head, “Oh gosh, no.”

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” He winks and starts to undo his shirt fully.

You slowly pull your shirt up, showing him the three little word phrase under your boob. You don’t even try to keep your lingerie a secret, you both know that Harry isn’t just there to help you study.

“What are ya wearin’ that pretty thing for?” Harry leans over and brushes his finger against the lace.

You bite your lip and look down at his touch, “For you.” You breathe out as you look up at him, “I wore this to surprise you for when you took my clothes off.”

He bites his lip and smiles for a few moments. He then reaches out, grabbing your hands and pulling you towards him.

You fall forward, landing in his lap weirdly, “Oh shit.” You scoot up, moving your self around so you can straddle him.

He grips the bottom of your shirt and you raise your arms as he lifts it up over your head.

He drops it to the ground as his eyes start scanning your newly exposed skin, “Fuck, y/n.”

You bite your lip and tilt your head, “What?”

He blows out air and rests his hands on your hips, “I knew you were going to be hot, but I didn’t know it would be this hot.”

Harry’s words make your stomach do a somersault, “Fuck.” You gasp, “I mean.” You laugh slightly, “yeah, no. Fuck because I thought the same thing about you.”

Harry chuckles and shakes his head, “No, you didn’t.”

“Hey, I never forgot about you.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t make up for the fact that you never tried to reconnect with me. You got too cool for me and no-“

You cut him off by kissing him. His hands pull your closer and he presses his hips upwards into yours, “Fuck.” He groans, “You piss me off.”

“So use me to get all your anger out.” You lean in and kiss down his neck, “Fuck me, Harry.”

“I’ll also collect my tutoring payment while I’m here.” He smirks and chuckles before he leans in to kiss you. He slides his hands up your back and unhooks your bra.

He drags the thin fabric down your arms and drops it, exposing your tits.

“You got some nice tits on ya, love.” Harry reaches up and starts to knead them. You moan out and slide your hands around his shoulders, tugging at the hair your fingers can get tangled in.

“Shit.” He moans out quietly, “can you get on your knees for me?”

“Anything for the person that’s going to help me graduate.” You give him a smirk and stand up. You go to kneel down but he stops you, “Wait.”

“What?” You ask looking up at him.

“Take off those shorts.” Harry nods as he undoes his belt and jeans. He pushes them down his legs and leans back, stroking his cock as he watches you.

“Turn around.”

You bite your lip and turn around, poking your ass out towards Harry. He groans lowly, “Fucking hell. C’mere.”

You spin back around and walk over to him, getting down on your knees in front of him. You don’t wait for his instruction, you just get right to it.

You wrap your lips around his cock, swirling your tongue as you work into a slow bobbing motion.

Harry moans and tilts his head back, “Fuck.”

You hum against him and work your head down further. You relax enough and slip him into your throat.

Harry gasps, “God, you’re so fucking good at this.” He moans and lays a hand on the back of your head, “Shit, that’s it.”

You pull your head up, looking up at him as you catch your breathe.

He gives you a smirk, “No wonder you’re not good at math.”

You roll your eyes, “Was ‘you’re so good at giving head’ too hard for you to say?” You laugh slightly and run your hands up his thighs.

His eyes follow them as you run them up towards his cock.

He gasps quietly when you wrap your hand around him. You start to pump it slowly, placing little kisses up his thighs.

“Don’t tease me, y/n.”

You look up at him, “I’m not.” You move up and place your lips on the tip of his cock, slowly poking your tongue out to swirl it around.

“I should be quizzing you on your math right now.” Harry can’t help but laugh which causes you to laugh. You lean back and tilt your head with a smile, “Way to kill the mood.”

He shrugs, still laughing, “Sorry.”

“I’ll let it slide this time.”

He bites his lip and looks down at you with a look that causes your pussy to clench around nothing, “Get up here.” He grabs a hold of your wrists and pulls you to stand up.

“Turn around.” He spins you around and hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties. He slides them down your legs, leaning in to kiss the small of your back.

“Bend over, as far as you can.” He pushes on your back and leans back. He bites his lip as he watches your pussy become visible, “Fuck.”

He slides his hands to your ass cheeks and squeezes as he spreads them apart, “You have such a beautiful pussy, y/n.”

Harry leans in and licks a stripe up your folds, getting them wet before he slips it between them. You gasp and place your hands on his knees to support yourself.

“Fuck, Harry.” You moan out, “Yes, yes.”

You dig your nails into his skin and he groans against you. You push your hips back into his face more, moaning out his name in a whiny tone.

He buries his tongue inside of you for a few more minutes before he leans back, “Fuck, sit.”

He grabs his cock and holds it steady for you. You sit up and slowly lower our hips. You moan and close your eyes as you feel the head of his cock enter your soaked cunt, “Fuck, Harry.”

“Relax, y/n.. That’s just the beginning.” He smirks as he grips your hips and lowers your down onto his cock a little faster.

He groans as your walks pulsate around his cock. He lets out a few moans and groans as you grind your hips downward.

He squeezes your hips and pushes his up, causing you to feel more pressure which feels good, “Oh, shit, y-yes.”

You tilt your head back and Harry leans up, wrapping his arm around your stomach, “Lean, back here.” You lean back against his chest and bite your lip as you listed to him speak, “Bring your legs up, I’m gonna hold them.”

You nodded and did as he said, you had to slip off his cock, but once he got his arms hooked under your legs, you were golden.

You reach down and slip his cock back into you, moaning as you feel him pushing deeper inside of you. He thrusts his hips faster and you could feel your orgasm coming.

“Fuck, H-Harry..” you lay your head back on his shoulder and let out a moan as you clench around his cock, “shit, don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

Your orgasm hit you hard. Harry lays his hand on your clit, rubbing as your talks you through your high.

It was in this moment that you realized you are on absolute full display in your family dining room.

Like, if someone would walk through the front door, they would see you spread open, butt ass naked, with Harry’s cock pounding in and out of your pussy as he squeezes your boobs and rubs your clit with the other.

The thought of getting caught did give you an adrenaline rush, though.

“Fuck.” You tilt your head back and close your eyes as you pant, “When did you get good at this?” You laugh weakly.

He chuckles and leans in, “I’ve always been good. You’ve just been too good for me to find out.” He pecks you head quick and leans back smiling.

You shake your head and stand up to face him. You manage to straddle him comfortably, “Yeah, yeah. My fault I know.” You roll your eyes and bite your lip as you sit back on his cock.

He wraps an arm around your waist and watches as his cock thrusts in and out of you, “So,” Harry groans, “Re-remember how I said.. I was only going.. to, um.. do this once?”

You nod, “Mhm.”

“Yeah, that’s out the window.”

You smile and tilt your head back, moaning as you feel that familiar feeling building up again, “Fuck, fuck.”

He lays his hand on your clit and quickly rubs it, “There you go.”

You tangle your fingers in his long hair and pull, “Shit.” You moan and clench your thighs before leaning in to kiss him.

Your lips move in the most perfect sync. You start to grind your hips in a streaky rhythm and Harry pulls you closer. He lays on hand on your back and the other goes to your ass to squeeze.

You moan against his lips, gasping as he hits that little sweet spot every so often.

“I think.. we should make this.. a regular thing.. don’t you?” Harry asks in between kisses.

You smile against his lips, “I.. totally agree with.. that..”

He thrusts his hips up, “Fuck, you feel fuckin’ incredible, y/n.”

“I love your cock.” You whimper as you grind downward, “Fuck, Harry.”

His fingers dig into your skin, “Let’s go to the couch.”

You stand up and wait for him. He stands up and lifts you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck.

“You’re so fuckin beautiful.” He smiles but quickly frowns, “But you still piss me off sometimes.”

You smirk, “I’m sorry.”

He sighs as he lays you down on the couch, “I guess I’ll let it slide, just this once.”

He slips his cock back into you, closing his eyes as your legs wrap tighter around him.

He looks down at you and brushes hair from your face. He leans in and kisses you, “I’ve also missed you.”

You smile against his lips, “I’ve missed you. I’m sorry.”

You moan and cling to him as you cum around his cock again, “Fuck, fuck, harry.”

He watches your face, getting so lost in the way you look when you’re pleased, he didn’t realize he came inside of you.

“Oh. Shit. Shit.” He pulls out and you sit up, “What? Harry. What?”

He runs a hand through his hair and motions, “I didn’t pull out.”

You press your lips together and shrug, “Hmm?”

“I don’t- I’m sorry?” He laughs nervously and looks at you. You smirk, “Nothing we can do about it now.”

“Right on that one. Okay, um. Shall we actually study now?” Harry smiles as he nods towards the dining room.

You sigh and get up, “Yeah, but only if you promise to stay with me tonight and do what we just did again.” You bite your lip and giggle and you hold on to his arm.

“Mm, I’ll have to think about it.” Harry gives you a smirk and you roll your eyes.

——

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-> CHOI YENA • NSFW ALPHABET

choi yena x fem!reader [written headcanons] word count: 1.1k warning nsfw, voyeurism lowercase intended genre smut, established relationship, crack(?) -> a/n 1 : this is my first nsfw fic (?) so im a lil nervous to post it ahh- i hope this dosent flop but ill definitely be grateful for any amount of notes i get<33 if theres anything u think i might need some polishing on plz tell me!! im super open to criticism as long as its done with good intent lol hope u enjoy!!!!

a = aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

very clingy, she'll hold you like her life depends on it. will lay on top of you no matter what position she was previously in, kissing your face all over while praising you on how much of a good job you did.

b = body parts (favorite body part of their own or partners)

every part. it'd be unusual for her to not have her hands on you every chance she got. loves your eyes more than anything though, she could get lost in them whenever, and she will definitely keep eye contact with you during it.

c = cum (anything that has to do with it)

feels pride in making a mess out of you with her cum, or the other way around ofc. she can't help but take a selfie or two with you to save the moment and be able to look at the pics whenever.

d = dirty secret (secret of theirs)

wants to dabble in exhibitionism/voyeurism with you because she loves the thought of getting caught (most likely wouldn't stop if she did get caught and would be more rough for the show)

e = experience (how experienced they are, and if they know what to do)

wasn't exactly the most experienced person when you first got together but she always had you two exploring new things to the point that she says she's is probably the most experienced person ever (even tho she most likely isn't lol)

f = favorite position

loves any position where she can look you in the eyes or suck your tits but you can never go wrong with eating her out or having her sit on your face.

g = goofy (how serious they are during the moment? or not)

100% not serious. well, she's obviously trying to make you feel like you're on cloud 9 but that does not stop her from giggling and joking around with you as if she doesn't have her face covered in your cum or vice versa.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? do the carpets match the drapes)

trims regularly so everything is bare except for a small landing strip (she's 100% has joked about dying it fun colors to match her hair for new comebacks)

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment?)

switch all the way, I can see her being a very bratty sub or semi-mean dom. That doesn't mean she doesn't want things to be romantic though, she'll light candles and set the mood as best as she can for special occasions (ex. valentines, birthdays, etc.)

j = jack off (how often ? etc.)

very unfair when it comes to how she feels about jerking off. she'll tell you to wait until she gets home but when you're the one out she'll tease you by sending videos of her doing the exact thing she tells you not to do.

k = kinks (lists of kinks they like)

bondage (receiving) , blindfolding (givng), clothed sex , exhibitionism , face sitting (both), spanking(giving) & praising(both)

l = location (their go to place during it)

any place any time (as long as she knows you're alone)

m = motivation (what turns them on)

literally anything and everything can motivate her to get in the mood, even if you're not around, if she sees something you posted on your insta story she'll be telling you to come home cause she can't contain herself.

n = no (what they wouldn’t do during it)

anything with bodily fluids (except cum obviously)

o = oral (do they enjoy receiving or giving , any skill etc.)

She's all for giving head and loves getting pussy drunk off you. if you never told her to stop she never would lol it's her favorite pastime.

p = pace (how fast ? are they rough ? or slow and sensual)

both? She loves being fast and then suddenly stopping to tease you. just cause she goes fast doesn't mean she's not taking her time making you feel good though.

q = quickie (what they think about quickies , how often?)

always thinks about it when in public but could never actually do it since she wouldn't be able to stop herself from going for hours on end.

r = risk (are they willing to experiment and take risks?)

open to anything, she wants to try almost everything at least once since it gives her a big rush. after trying something out with you she'll try to find a way to incorporate it into your usual sex life.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

doesn't get tired often but even if she is tired she's giving her 100% as long as you can keep going she's down.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them)

straps, vibrators, dildos, harnesses you name it she has it (all pink teehee)

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

clearly, she loves to tease you at any chance she gets even if it's in a non-sexual setting so much to the point you expect it. when you tease her though she whines and gets all pouty as if she doesn't do it to you daily.

v = volume (how loud they are , how they moan)

your whole apartment building definitely knows your name even if they've never met you because of how loud she is.

w = wildcard (a random headcanon)

if she knows your out with your friends or at work she'll send you videos or pictures of her getting off so she can have you home asap.

on Christmas, she haphazardly tied herself up with ribbon and topped herself off with a bow to surprise you with the best gift she can think of [might just make this a fic lol]

x = x - ray (what’s under them clothes)

she buys you two matching lingerie sets whenever she sees a cute one she knows you'll look the cutest in. She will even wear them under her normal clothes when going out just to get a rise out of you.

y = yearning (how high the sex drive is)

her sex drive is most definitely higher than yours and of course, she can't be with you every day thanks to her schedules so when she does have you all to herself you already know what the first thing she wants to do is.

z = 💤💤 (how quickly they fall asleep)

will only have enough energy to lazily clean up before passing out but if the two of you end up stopping early for whatever reason she'll run a hot bath for you and her, and she'll tease you about the sounds you made and how cute you looked all while helping you clean yourself off.

-> a/n 2 : i really enjoyed making this and i hope u liked it and if u did please reblog &lt;/33 btw sakura is most likely the next person in this lil series

taglist: @n034sy @jaemoris blushes

[cherievol6]

put a ring on it

HEY!!!! IM BACK!!! Not that anyone cares lmao. But I saw Harry these past two nights in my home city, and wow am I feeling empty. I miss him a lot so I decided to write a little blurb that just randomly came to me this morning. It’s short and kind of rubbish, but I was feeling the angst. Hope you enjoy and are keeping well !!!! 

i’m working on a slightly longer one, hoping to get it up in the next few days!!!

harry is a bad listener and you’re not wearing your engagement ring…

word count: around 1.5k

warnings: a little tiny tiny bit of angst, some fluff, men being bad listeners, jealous harry, harry on his knees lmao

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Harry wasn’t really a grumpy person. You found that nine times out of ten he was more than happy when you curled up into the space next to him and started talking his ear off about your day. He just liked to be in your presence; he was a man in love.

So it came as a surprise to you one day when he was seemingly quieter than usual, a noticeable pout on his lips as he manoeuvred around the kitchen with a kettle in hand, making you both a green tea. Now more than ever you expected him to be more than excited to see you; since you’d just gotten back from a work trip halfway up the country - but he greeted you without so much as a kiss on the cheek and retired to his office to make a phone call with Jeff.

Frowning, you move behind him as he places the kettle down and stirs the tea, arms looping around his middle. “Could I have honey, pretty please?”

He glances down at your hands for a moment. “Mhm,” He hums, “already done it.” He says, slipping out of your hold and giving you a side smile before stalking to the freezer and pulling out some food to thaw. You rack your brain as you watch his back ripple through his shirt whilst he rifles through the freezer drawers, trying to think of something you might’ve done to upset him but coming up blank.

“Everything okay, H?” Your voice is laced with suspicion. He spits out the most unconvincing ‘yep!’ you’ve ever heard, the kind of response you give when you’re not in the mood for something; or rather someone. You notice even in the way he walks as he leaves the kitchen and goes to sit on the patio that somethings wrong; a strange tenseness around his shoulders. You scrunch up your face with confusion but don’t question it, thinking he might need a bit of space before he wants to talk about it, so you stalk up to your shared bedroom and snap on your swimsuit; deciding you’ll shake off your own impending bad mood with a swim in the extortionate pool Harry insisted you had installed. It remained covered up for most of the year given England was your home, but a heatwave gave you all the encouragement you needed to strip back the cover.

Harry lies face down on one of the four sun beds beside the pool as you pad out, feet burning on the hot tiles as you dump your towel on the one farthest from him. He doesn’t flinch and remains with his head in his arms, completely unfazed by your presence even when you’re swimming up and down. It’s not until you climb out of the pool do you notice that he’s turned on his back with sunglasses on his nose, and you’re unsure from the tinted lenses if he’s watching you or sleeping.

“Like the view?” You grin, adjusting your bikini strap and ringing out your hair. His shoulders move in what you think is a laugh but his face doesn’t show much of it, and you sigh, padding over to where he’s laying and blocking the sun.

“Harry?” Your curt tone makes him move his glasses on top of his head.

“You’re getting water all over me.” He mumbles like a child, making a point of swiping the droplets off his torso and heaving a sigh.

“What’s going on with you? You’ve been acting off with me ever since I got back.” Your voice is stern but there’s a soft edge to it, an underlying concern that something serious is going on with him.

“I don’t know. How was the trip? Spend time with anyone special whilst you were traipsing around my home city?” He snaps. Your expression reads confusion as you try and understand where his anger was coming from. All you’d done was go to Manchester for a few days with your colleagues for a project you’d been working on, and now Harry was insinuating you were seeing someone you shouldn’t?

“No?” 

“Not even that prat you work with? Henry is he called? Shit name.” He huffs, arms now crossed over his chest like a child. You roll your eyes.

“Believe it or not, I have male colleagues that are very much just that, male colleagues.” It’s your turn to snap this time, looking at him incredulously. Harry doesn’t say anything, shaking his head and looking out to the shrubbery that privatised his home just that little bit more.

“Fucking hell, Harry. I thought you trusted me a bit more than that, I’m supposed to be your fiancée.” You huff, feeling the hurt creep into your chest a bit at Harry thinking so lowly of you.

“That’s funny, because on all of the photos I’ve seen all over the Internet, there’s not a ring to be seen. And now every fucking news outlet is making up stupid stories that we’ve gone through some nasty breakup. So, wanna tell me where it is?” He looks almost upset now, and you finally click into place where the miscommunication has come around. 

“Oh my God, H. Really?” You groan, slinking down to the sun bed opposite his and putting your head in your hands. The hands that still didn’t have your engagement ring on, but not for the reason Harry had thought. Harry looks confused and almost deflated as he takes your hands from your face and turns them over to make a point.

“Are you having second thoughts?” He says quietly, brushing his thumb over your ring finger. You swat at his hands. 

“Don’t be daft. Honestly, Harry…I swear you never listen to a word I say. I told you before I was leaving that I’d taken the ring to the jeweller’s to get it adjusted. And that I’d pick it up when I got home?” You’re on your feet now, hands on hips as you tower over him. He looks confused at first but his face morphs into one of realisation and then guiltiness rapidly; you can almost see the relief seep into his body alongside it. He offers you a weak smile and you shake your head, flicking more water at him that remained on your body from the pool.

“I deserved that.” He sighs, wiping his eyes with finger, “S’pose I might not remember you saying it. When did you tell me, again?”

“The morning I left.” You deadpan. He racks his brain before shrugging.

“’Think we were a bit distracted that morning-” You give him a threatening glare to shut down the innuendo before it even begins and he snaps his mouth shut.

“I can’t believe you thought I’d do that to you, you pillock.” You’re mildly irritated now but the statement comes out as a half-laugh, partially in disbelief at his forgetfulness and apparent terrible listening skills. He rises from his seat and wipes the droplets of water trailing down your cheek from your hair. 

“You’re right, I’m such an idiot. Please forgive me.” He climbs down to his knees with a cheeky look on his face, chuckling as you scoff. Although slightly irritated, it was difficult to stay angry with Harry for very long when he pulled the likes of begging out of the bag.

“Don’t try and kiss up, now. You’ve pissed me off.” You say the words through a smirk, still aware of the small flame of irritation still lingering in your body. He grins and stands up quickly, planting another kiss on your face and mumbling an apology.

“You’re still smiling though.” He muses, gripping your left hand and again feeling for the place of where the engagement ring should lie. You shake your head, gripping his hand tightly.

“Harry?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Listen to your fiancée when she speaks to you, yeah?” You say, gripping his arm even tighter and pulling him into the pool with you, a shrill ‘No!’ screeching from his lips as he falls in after you with a splash. He looks at you incredulously as you use the steps to climb from the pool, hand wrapping around your ankle before you can step out.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He laughs.

“I’m going to have a shower.” You giggle, shaking off his grip and grinning. You turn around and begin to stalk away, untying the back of your bikini strap for added effect. You think you can feel his stare on you.

“On your own?” He smirks when you look over your shoulder while holding the fabric to your chest.

“All by my self. You have a lot of making up to do.”

[koraesrambles]

Reasons I'm enjoying gotham war: a thought exercise.

I wanted to do a deeper analysis but am sitting in a restaurant waiting for my family to get here so might as well dive into it and I can do a more scholarly deep dive later.

I want to talk about Gotham Wars, why I'm liking it, what I think about it, and what I think they're doing well. I'm new to comics (tell me, at what point does your brain start to explode when you try to read the entire DC batfam canon in 2 months. Asking for a friend) but I'm not new to storytelling, so here we go!

K, so im a huge angst fan. It's a disease, not everyone is here for the angst but I most certainly am. The batfamily is so incredibly messed up, which is just right up my alley. I love WFA but let's be real, if they're not crying I'm not as invested. So this run where they are absolutely beating the shit out of my favorite character (Jason Todd)? Mwah. Beautiful. 10/10 will read 100 times.

I read stories for the connections between the characters, not so much the plot. Which is a personal preference thing. So the obvious plot holes and issues with the various characters points of view just don't really bother me. I can suspend my disbelief to think that heroes are running around in spandex beating people up, I can suspend it to think catwoman training an army of thieves to eat (I mean steal from) the rich is a viable idea. I don't care about the logistics, I care about how those things effect the characters.

And MAN do they effect the characters. Honestly I've loved Selina throughout this run. She could get a post all on her own. I love that she's refused to slander Bruce, I love how protective she is over her kids (step kids? Exs kids?) And I love every single interaction she's had with Jason. Honestly the moment that hit me hardest with her was when she's looking for Jason and thinks that if she loses him Bruce will never forgive her.

Obviously, Jason is a worthwhile human that has value outside of Bruce, but I think it really gives us a glimpse into Selina's mind right now. She loves Jason, she's grateful for his support and cares for him, but at the end of the day, he's the love of her life's baby boy, and it is that identifier that will pop up during times of stress.

I LOVE everything about Jason's involvement with this. I like that the tie ins are showing how he disagrees and the main storyline has him already convinced. I love that it explores both sides of his character, I love how it shows how important he is. And he is SO. IMPORTANT.

Bruce has obviously lost his ever loving mind (rip) and vacillates wildly between thinking his children were a mistake and wanting to protect them from everything. Up to this point, though plenty of the bat kids are sympathetic toward Selina, they aren't actively helping her, except of course for our boy Jason Todd.

Jason is actively working against Bruce (shocking right?) And I LOVE that Jason even tells Bruce that it's not just to spite him (though I'm sure that's a plus) it's because he believes in what Selina is doing. And Bruce cannot handle it.

Like I said before, Jason is Bruce's baby boy. The one he can't lose again. The one he needs to protect. But also he has to stop him from murdering people. And above ALL ELSE he cannot stand to see Jason in cahoots with someone else. Bruce doesn't share well under normal circumstances, let alone when he has totally lost his mind.

This vacillation has a lot of people irritated because they think that Bruce is being written inconsistently. I disagree, I think my man has lost his ever loving mind and he wants to both protect his children and STOP them. Him telling Jason he loves him not once, but TWICE within the span of a few panels while simultaneously ruining his life and leaving him completely defenseless is just... dude. My man. My psycho baby. Stop that.

Jason has always been fiercely independent and now that independence has been stripped from him. He literally can't protect himself. He's going to need to rely on other people to help him and heaven knows he doesn't have a good track record of people helping him out when he needs them.

Luckily, Dick knows about the drugging now and is super pissed off (GOOD!) Cannot wait to see where that goes next.

So tldr: why am I enjoying gotham wars? Mostly because so far everyone is obsessed with Jason Todd, which is highly relatable. Also because these relationships are being torn to shreds and looked at from a very interesting lens. Bruce is gone gone gone. Cannot wait to see his horror when he realizes what he's done.

[keirawantstocry]

whoops. wrote a fitpac fic :)

im so sorry if any of my characterization is off cause this is the first time ive ever written them and im so sorry if i messed up any of the Portuguese 😭

i can be ur new addiction

Strength was what originally piqued Pac's interest in the pole. He wanted to feel that strength in his own body, that pull of his muscles as he held himself up. The sweat that dripped down his forehead as he brought himself to the point of exhaustion physically.  In everyday life as well he could feel the strong cords of his muscle as he picked things up and spent time building. It was a good feeling. It was admirável, addictive, espantoso. Logistically he knew the implications that came with knowing how to perfectly do a split against a stripper pole, how to land with his thighs spread open. He just never thought about it. Not in the context of other people seeing it. 

Until the first time he was asked to perform what he knew in front of other people. All eyes on him. It was like a drug, feeling the pull of eyes, feeling the gazes rake hungrily over his body. Watching so closely as he spun around, twisted and stretched his body in every single direction it could go. As they appreciated his bare skin, the expanse of his bare chest and his thighs tight around the pole itself. People whistled and applauded. More than a few people sauntered up to him afterwards asking if he did private shows, if he could do something like that on their bodies. He agreed to a few. The nicer ones. The money slipped in his hands was almost as good as the feeling of being up close and personal with people radiating with how much they wanted you. Viciante.  

He had more confidence back then. Back when he still had both his legs. 

Roier was the one who convinced him he should get back into it after his robotic leg had been installed. Who begged him nearly every week to join him in one of the back rooms of the club to practice with the strippers there. It took a bit of practice. Bit of understanding and maneuvering.  To get back into it all. Lots of time practicing, first by himself but then with Melissa, with some of the other men and women who worked there at the club.  It felt good to feel strong again. To feel capable. To feel, not quite sexy yet but confident. 

He and Mike had figured out how to make an incredibly realistic leg replacement for him. It was just as easy to use on the pole as his actual skin. The slight burn against his skin as he held himself up. It was good. It felt good. On a very slow night he even made his way out in the strip club with Melissa and did a few rounds around with her. It felt good again. To see how the scattered men looked at him and Melissa both. Hungry eyes. They wanted him. He felt sexy. It was almost intoxicating enough that he could forget who he was really wishing would look at him like that. 

With his skills and knowledge, nobody could blame him for using it to his advantage when he knew Fit was around. He couldn't help it. At heart he yearned for the attention and damnit he was going to get it. Especially from Fit. He already saw how the man reacted to the minimal flirting that they participated in, how flustered and stuttery he got when anyone else on the island mentioned the two of them together in any sense of the word. 

So when Fit messaged him over the communicator one morning asking where he was instead of going upstairs and pretending he hadn't been practicing, he told him the truth. 

ill see you there :)

Pac knew the exact moment when Fit walked inside the dimly lit room of the basement. He heard the inhale of his breath as he gasped at the sight of him. It was addictive. Better than he could have ever imagined. “Olá, Fit!” He swung himself off the pole with a self satisfied smirk, landing on his knees with his legs spread underneath him. “Tudo bem?” 

Fit looked like his eyes were about to bulge out of his head. He just stared and stared as Pac watched him carefully. His mouth fell open as his eyes raked up Pac's thighs, pupils getting wide with desire. “Wow.” 

“Wow?” Pac pressed, trying to get him to say more and it seemed to break Fit out of his spell. 

Clearing his throat, he tore his eyes away from Pac. “Yeah man. The core strength. Core strength. You're very strong.” He took a few steps back, farther away from the man in front of him, to simply stare at the floor in front of him. 

Fuck. Pac wanted his attention again. And he knew the perfect way to get it. Gracefully standing to his feet while keeping one hand on the pole, he started to pull off the loose blue pants he had been wearing while trying to catch Fit's eye. The man glanced up for nary a second and he was caught. Hook, line, and sinker. 

He gulped, prominent against his throat. “What are you doing?” 

“Practicing the rest of my routine. Do you mind?” Pac asked, making sure to flutter his eyelashes a bit with a laugh bubbling up from his chest. “I don't have to do it now. You know if-” 

“No no,” Fit interrupted. “It's no problem. None at all.” 

Pac simply gave him a smile as he tossed his pants to the side showing off the whole bodysuit he was wearing. The deep black contrasted perfectly with his skin, raised quite high up on his hips hugging them tightly.  He had always felt confident in the bodysuit, usually wearing it under his everyday sweats and hoodie. It felt so much more electrifying to be wearing it and it only. Especially in front of Fit, who was staring at him with clear desire while using every atom in his body to hold himself back. It was fantastic. 

Using every muscle in his arms he pulled himself up the pole, flipping himself over, spreading his legs out to split before flipping back over and lowering himself down to admire the pure lust in Fit's eyes. Pac slowly walked himself around the pole, feeling the drag of Fit's gaze over his thighs and ass as he did so. did so. His head was getting fuzzy. The room felt even stuffier and hotter than it had before. With both hands he grabbed the pole once again and started to pull himself up. The pull was strong in his muscles, his arms tense. He repeated his movements from the ground but in the air, legs cycling as if he was walking while he used his arms and momentum to twirl himself slowly around the pole. 

“That’s amazing,” Fit said. A squeak echoed in the room from Fit’s shoe as he took a step forward. 

“Thank you,” Pac said, winking at him as he spun around to face him before landing hard on his feet. Using one finger, he curled it towards himself to try and motion Fit closer. He followed without thinking, like a magnet, mouth open slightly. He reached back once he deemed he was close enough and lifted himself up on the pole once more. “Help me?” 

Fit nodded, looking dazed. “Uh yeah yeah with what?” 

“I need to-” he cut himself off and dropped down again, trying to figure out the best way to do it. Of course he already knew damn well how to do the move all by himself but Fit didn’t need to know that piece of information. He stood to the side of the pole as Fit hovered around him. Reaching out he put his hand on Fit’s before bringing it over to rest on the very bottom of his back right above where the fabric of the bodysuit cut off. Fit sucked in his breath hard but managed to keep it together and keep his hand on Pac. 

Reaching up, Pac put his hands on top of each other on the pole, preparing to swing his legs up. “Follow the, the um, flow of my body. I’m going to flip.” 

Fit blinked trying to process what exactly they were going to do. “Okay okay yeah I can help you with that.” 

Time slowed down as his body hinged with the other man’s help. As Fit’s hand stayed firm on his back throughout the entire flip. Not even letting go once he was back on the ground and had released his grip on the pole. Pac used it as an excuse to get closer to him, until their feet bumped together and he could see every fleck of color in Fit’s wide eyes. 

“Did I do good?” 

“Yes. Yes. Of course you did… you always do amazing.” 

Pac smiled, a sharp but kind smile. “Thank you, Fit.” 

Fit's hand felt hot on his skin even through the fabric of his bodysuit. All he wanted to do was lean in as close as he could. Until their bodies were knitted together, rib to rib, heart to heart.  A voice in his head, which sounded suspiciously like Fit's, was the only thing that stopped him. 

Take it easy. Go slow. Slow. Slow. Slow. 

Pac let out a deep slow breath and with a smile stepped back away from Fit, letting his hand drop from his body. “Let me put my clothes back on, yeah? Then we can do whatever you wanna do today.” 

Fit smiled back at him but his eyes were still dark, looking at Pac way too closely to be platonic. “Yeah. That sounds good, man.” 

He felt good. They were good. It was gonna be good. Fit was security. The kind of stable strength that Pac had never found in past partners. It felt safe. He had to pull in his emotions as he gathered his clothes up to put them back on, he could not admit that Fit felt like home. Nice and slow. Take it nice and slow to get the guy. 

He turned to face Fit with a large smile. “Ready to go?” 

Fit gave him the smile that he only reserved for him, Tubbo, and Ramon. “So ready.” 

[definitelynotshouting]

Hello again! Im so sorry to hear you feeling well when i sent in my ask the other day :( hoping that the life series drop tmrw will provide a much needed distraction for whatever you need it to :)

-☀️

"I know the, um, this morning didn't go… very well… but… if I could—""

"Good, he thinks, but it's a rote sentiment, not half so vicious as it had been only hours earlier."

- oh??? 👀 i am looking

- Im assuming this is the meeting they had about taking grian back to hermitcraft (and the revelation that grian feeds on emotions to survive)?? Very curious

- Now that metaphor about the childhood coat being stained is a lot more painful

-☀️

"even stolen energy can't make up for that."

"everything he'd never had the first time he— well, when Grian, the real Grian— had died."

- "stolen energy" omg i am biting ankles over this.

- And the "real Grian" thing. Yeah

- This is one of those moments where grian's whole situation is so much more potent and vivid. Imagining living as myself, but knowing im occupying someone elses body, and having my very lifeforce sustained by others?? Its not hard to understand why grian internalises and hates himself for being "a parasite". Idk thats probably very obvious to everyone else but this is the first time ive really thought about all of what that entails

-☀️

"Starving hands reach out from the depths of his mind to pull him back, stumbling, under that dark waterline."

- Love how the word "starving" implies that G falling asleep is more of a survival mechanism forcing him under so that his body can feed rather than only exhaustion

-☀️

"he's pressed a knife to every promise he's ever made since the day he emerged,"

- shaking you

-☀️

"His existence lies in the shadows of these distorted fractures, jagged hopes and dented dreams, forever fated to cut his hands on the fragments."

- AHHHHJSLDHSJSVSN

- Man 🧍

- Dont have any words. Just tears.

AAAAAAAAAA SUN ANON I ALWAYS LOVE SEEING YOU IN MY INBOX!!!! Gods im so glad these lines resonated with and interested you, they were a ton of fun to write

I have a brain today so i can actually expand on some of the things youve pointed out instead of just aiming heart eyes at you for the compliments fjsndjsjejke so for the first point, yes!!! Scar and Xisuma returned to the others post chap 6 and were like "Well that sucked!! Wow!!!!" I wouldnt say theyve given all the information to everybody, because they themselves aren't exactly ready to discuss that beyond the immediately required basics, but everyone else was given the gist: convo went badly, Grian is being taken back to Hermitcraft on Scar and Xisuma's insistence. Both Scar and Xisuma feel fucking horrible for how that conversation went down-- nobody had a good time there. So while the plan is to eventually get everyone up to speed, they're sorta taking this time to be miserable about what was essentially a fight that ended in stripping Grian of his autonomy

There's also a little cross-communication happening here in the background, btw: Scar and Xisuma have a pretty big picture now, but Tango, Mumbo, and Pearl have been fed that false info abt the potions being potentially useful. So, yknow :) just smth to keep in mind there haha

Your point about how it almost feels like Grian falling asleep is a survival mechanism is spot on the money. It's essentially him falling into a state of low power mode, where everything but his most basic of functions is shut down for a brief time in favour of preserving energy-- i would honestly consider it more equivalent to a coma than actual sleep. Hence Tango's concern, and subsequent relief when Grian woke up; the entire time he was unconscious, he was fully unresponsive. So, yknow. Real nerve-wracking to see, especially after that prior full week of unresponsiveness as his body struggled to maintain itself.

Tango's role here is indeed deliberate, both on a watsonian and doylist level!! The reason however is the exact same for both: Tango is a little more removed, personally, from this situation. Grian was-- and is-- his friend, ofc, but he's not as close to whats happening. Meanwhile, Xisuma is in 24/7 server babysitting mode, Pearl is not fit to be a caretaker, and Scar and Mumbo were tearing themselves apart by trying to sit and look after him. So Tango got assigned caretaker duties 😂😂😂😂 it was an effective way to divvy up tasks and keep everybody busy, and somewhat hilariously, so far Tango is the only person Grian isnt supremely upset with for one reason or another. And thats why he's continued to stay in caretaker mode lol he is truly just. The only guy who can rn

I also just sorta think of him as a surprisingly emotionally savvy fixer-type, in terms of personality. Like. I think he just gets what people set down in front of him, yknow? Although hell if he knows what to do with it once he's got em. He fumbles a lot, sure, and he defaults to fix-it mode, but he is getting the message when Grian essentially says "i dont wanna talk anymore" without actually saying it

As for Grian and his headspace, rn, theres definitely a complexity at work here where he wants to die and is very genuine in that, but he IS also grateful he's seeing his friends. He cant deny that. As painful as it is, he still loves them very much, and ultimately he's trying to do this for their own good as much as for his own sense of punishment and relief. I think like... now that he's really creeping up on what he has planned, and the pieces are suddenly becoming a reality, theres a bit of dissonance he's fighting against to stay on course. He wants his friends happy; he also wants to die. He's so overwhelmingly tired; he is, as much as he feels he doesnt deserve it, glad to have his friends close. That sort of hopelessness mixed with a warped sense of comfort that he got to see and interact with them one last time. If that makes any sense. Its a bit of complexity i wanted to make sure i added in, because people are so rarely fully decided on any course of action they choose to take, without even a single flicker of doubt (and especially one so final as this). Im glad youve picked up on that, and that you appreciate what i was trying to set down with it!!! :D

This was such a lovely message, as always-- you are very sweet, sun anon, and i appreciate you lots :] i hope you're having an excellent day!!!

[lesbianspeedy]

Connor has called Ollie solely "dad" since Quiver why is he calling him "Ollie" now 😭😭😭

This is mean but I laughed out loud when Connor said Tim was the first person he talked about when he was figuring out being ace years ago. Lol. Lmao even. Tumblr really gaslit that poor writer into thinking Connor and Tim had an actual friendship with all their clamoring about him being with the wrong Bat huh. "Where were you?" GEE I didn't know you had to give daily updates to that one kid you teamed up a few times and had some friendly banter with. I love queer solidarity and the whole thing about us finding each other before we even know we're queer but. NO Connor would not have talks about his sexuality with Tim. Cmooooon you're telling me the first person he'd talk to about being ace wouldn't be Kyle "you can tell me if you're gay, Connor" Rayner?

At least that "this is just another thing me and Ollie don't have in common" anxiety is something already established. Like, that's basically the same thing he says to Roy when Roy takes him to that strip club even if it's an issue by Winick (do you ever stop to think about how unintentionally well laid out Connor being ace is and lose your mind a little bit?)

I'm just. Really sad about how Ollie and Connor's relationship is being presented to this new generation of readers. It's like we regressed to the time Ollie was dead, ya know? And I don't like Connor solely for his relationship with his dad, I want him to be a character on his own. But I can't help but being saddened by how he is losing his relationship with everyone that matters. For better or for worse, at least the new GA series is gonna have him interacting with his family (but what about Kyle, Eddie, Jansen and Moonday, ya know?)

The thing is that the story is good and I like its message. It just... Could be with any other character

im tempted to post this without an "answer" because its really well laid out and deserves to be a post on it's own. but i just rlly like ur points and want to interact with them so.

i think there were a few times between quiver and now where he interchangebly used dad and ollie but i get what you're saying, referring to him like hes estranged still was odd.

i totally agree, the idea of queer solidarity is important and should be shown, but i think this was a weird choice to go with. i think the most intimate (from my memory, i havent reread connor's run in a while) question connor ever asked tim was whether batman was his dad (at that time the answer was still no, as jack hadn't been killed yet). and that was only asked because connor was still his charmingly-awful-at-secret-identities-self. the part of their limited friendship that was interesting was the dynamic of new-sidekick-legacy meets new-main-legacy (for lack of a better descriptor), both struggling to uphold what they thought was expected of them. they never got to really advance from that stage of knowing each other to being at a place where they are friends out of costume, let alone discuss their SEXUALITIES.

i agree that the not being in common thing was a nice nod to past character complexities, though it felt slightly like it was the writer genuinely believing that to be true, and not just a rehash of connor's complicated feelings.

i know, its a weird stage we're at now, the resistence to fully accepting the connor that came from the end of his green arrow run, not just the beginning of it. by the end he had come to peace with being green arrow, and not being his father but that being okay. and that's not to say this is all the current writers fault (though williamson has done absolutely no favours with his writing), as winick and krul absolutely demolished any character connor had for their angst and whatever. (remember when connor aggressively yelled at mia for complaining about being stalked by zatanna without being told? or when after being turned into plastic and losing his memories he then decided he hated buddhism and oliver?). (not to mention the seperation from eddie jansen moonday kyle and. despite all of this complaining. tim cass and steph. winick set this precident and i will never forgive him)

i agree, it had good framework, and it couldve been a much more cohesive story if they. had just not used this friendship.

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since OFTM asks are being answered atm, I thought I'd come through with a few questions of my own about this WONDERFUL and LOVELY series because it's that good!

1. ik we're wayyyyyy past it but do rockstar!joel and actress!reader do anything for Valentine's day? have they done things early on the relationship, do they still celebrate now or maybe it's something simple like posting cute photos of each other on their stories??

2. okay this one is a fun one and I know there was an ask about how reader would potentially be a presenter at an award show BUT would she ever host at some point? if so, i definitely think she'd pull it off + she'd probably do some cute promos as well, maybe even do an announcement promo with joel in some way! i think it'd be fun for her if she did + joel and the kids would LOVE it.

3. as reader ever got to work with big name actors/actresses before or does she prefer more indie like things and working with more unknown actors and actresses?

4. idk if it was mentioned at some point but was reader ever pregnant during a project/role she was doing? how was her experience and what was it like? i def think there'd be times when joel visited the set and she was all smiles because "daddy's here! visiting us" haha, it'd be precious!

5. this one is ABSOLUTELY silly but i notice how some celebrities will be at big events or something such as a tennis game or whatever and some of the reactions are SUCH a mood so i feel like if joel and reader attended some type of event like that, their reactions would be so silly and REAL.

last one finally lmaooo, im sorry i just love these two lots but speaking of special events, i think of how sweet and nice it is to imagine joel just watching from a distance as reader is out doing her thing at a premiere or something like the met gala where she looks GORGEOUS and Joel's thinking "wow, there she is! that's my amazing beautiful wife" 🥹🥹🥹 because he's such a supporter of her HELLO and he's just an awe but also, imagine how reader feels whenever she sees joel on stage knowing that a song is being dedicated to her or just watching her husband from a distance knowing that's the person she's married and fell for.

ANYWAYS! this is so long, again so sorry 😭 but I'm curious to know your answers when you get a chance 👀💜💜💜💜

DONT BE SORRY THIS IS WHAT I LIVE FOR OKAY

I think at the beginning of their relationship, they definitely go all out for Valentine's Day. Nice hotels, dinners, heartfelt (and expensive) presents, the whole nine yards. I think when Sam and the girls are little, it gets harder to do stuff for Valentine's Day especially when you're bouncing between work, school, and helping your children make "Valentimes" for their classmates. Things calm down just a little and you two will settle for a nice, homemade dinner in your messy kitchen after the kids have gone to bed. Joel will send flowers to you at work and you'll humor him with a silly, giggly strip tease even though you're wearing sweatpants and a shirt with marker stains on it. It's pure, domestic bliss. Once the kids are older and they've been married for a long time, I think they would alternate between elaborate plans and low-key ones. After all, they definitely don't need an excuse to be grossly in love with each other.

I could totally see her hosting an award show! She'd be so busy but having so much fun and she'd recruit all her famous contacts to help her with promotion and what not. On the night of, if Joel's not there, he totally sets up a watch party at home with all of the Miller kids, spouses, and grandkids and cheers you on the whole time. If he is there, the kids are probably there too and help you backstage with awards, setting up different presenters, and keeping you calm. You'd all get dressed up and take nice pictures as a family. I see it being hectic but so rewarding (no pun intended)

I think it's a good mix of both! I have it in my personal canon that she does go on to do some Marvel, Greta Gerwig, Bridgerton type projects that have so much hype (and a huge budget) surrounding them but I also see her taking on some smaller roles from smaller production companies as long as the story is good. In my head, Red Dirt Girl (the movie talked about through much of the main storyline) is a smaller production and smaller actors but they all end up taking OFF after that.

I WAS LITERALLY THINKING ABOUT THIS TODAY GET OUT OF MY HEAD okay so I think with Sam, she is definitely pregnant in the middle of filming something but doesn't realize until she passes out at work or something and she gets taken to the hospital where they find out she's pregnant. They weren't trying but they weren't being careful so it's a little bit of a shock but they adjusted. For the first time in her career, she'd let them hire a stunt double for her and would take it easier than she had in the past. They'd definitely have to change some wardrobe and people would treat her like she's made of glass but it's all manageable. Joel would be the biggest change of pace. He'd been on set before but after they find out they're pregnant, HES THERE EVERYDAY. I think they'd fight about it a little bit just because she feels a little smothered and Joel agrees to back off a little. As she progresses, I think she'd be more okay with him visiting and would poke at her belly and be like, "your dad's here." With the twins, they find out relatively early on because her symptoms are so bad it's literally unavoidable and they try to keep it a secret for as long as possible BUT when she goes back to reshoot a scene where she has to be smoking a cigarette or something, she's like, "..... no." and they're like "we need this for continuity," and she's like "I'm pregnant. With twins." BECAUSE WHAT ELSE ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO SAY. I think she would've worked for longer when she was pregnant with Sam than when she was pregnant with the girls just because of the risks and Miller children are not known for being easy so I definitely think she'd have a harder time with the girls than she did with Sam but everything ends up okay!

It's canon to me that the Millers are a BASEBALL FAMILY it was actually one of the first things I wrote for the One for the Money universe! Joel is partial to the Astros (boo) while she's definitely more of a Cubs/Yankees fan because she lived in New York and did a lot of filming in the Chicago/Midwest area for a time. I think they would be able to compromise and cheer for the Dodgers together but when it comes to their personal teams, they don't play around. Sam also goes on to play baseball professionally so I see them going to baseball games together as a big, happy family. Being an actress, she DEFINITELY wouldn't be able to keep her emotions a secret and would regularly be caught yelling, cheering, and dancing along to whatever song is playing through the stadium. God Bless anyone in the nearest vicinity when the Astros and the Yankee's play each other in the World Series.

I 100% think Joel has these moments all the time at events. I see her off doing her own thing like interviews or individual photos and he's just staring at her like "that's really my wife." He's known to get teary or really affectionate on red carpets, giving photographers everything and more. She tends to do the same thing, especially if he's getting recognized for something, and will get choked up during interviews about him. They're just so in love and proud of each other they make me SICK

Thank you for all your fun questions about my little oftm family! I hadn't thought about some of these before and it was really fun to think about them so thank you!!!

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Wait why don't U like SaiOuma?

Im putting this under a cut so that anyone that does not want to see me absolutely hating on this ship for like ten paragraphs can skip

I do not like it! It's boring! Every time I see it both characters are stripped to just cute fluff! It's fucking everywhere! Both characters 9/10 times are WILDLY out of character, ESPECIALLY Kokichi. They always like, redeem him and be like "see he stopped lying" or just be a fluffy uwu nuisance instead of being y'know, a criminal, basically completely changing his character for shuichi even though kokichi CANONICALLY SAYS THIS IF YOU BRING UP FOR HIM TO STOP LYING

Then they completely wash out ALL of Shuichi's interesting points! His hypocrisy! His being pretty firmly on the side of the law! The way Shuichi does not like Kokichi even as a friend through the base game! He literally leaves him bleeding and concussed! The very few fics between the two I like almost always plays on what it means for Shuichi to be on the side of "good" and kokichi on the side of "evil" and if it's ACTUALLY so clear cut.

This would maybe be less annoying if it wasn't like I said FUCKING EVERYWHERE you cannot go TWO SECONDS without finding it if you care about either character. It's completely and utterly inescapable! They're both made so goddamn ooc to make cookie cutter rival x protag content with basically none of what makes either of them INTERESTING as a dynamic. It is single handedly the most generic mlm ship in this whole fucking fandom and I cannot stand it outside of a handful of exceptions.

Seeing it is an almost instant turn off on any concept for me because when I want Kokichi content, I ACTUALLY WANT KOKICHI not that watered down "gay gay ooo my only personality traits are gay panta and excitable" Kokichi that most of the fandom seems to make him. Which is admittedly a problem with Kokichi in the fandom as a whole not just here but it's where I see it the most.

There is potentially here, I've seen it done well, one of my favorite fics is this pairing, but 99.9% of the time it's just, utter garbage. Which honestly just makes it even more annoying because it means I know it can be done well but it never gets done well!

People can like it if they want, and that's none of my business, don't let my yuck effect your yum, but personally? I cannot stand it. I swear to the gods above if I have to hear emo boy with kokichi and shuichi one more time I will lose it.

Most of the time theres just nothing fucking there, people just have taken two very interesting characters and replaced all the intrigue with just hot air and cotton! There's nothing there! At least pregame has something fucking happening!

Plus the fanbase is known for being incredibly loud and annoying, there's a reason like more then half of all the submissions for it mentions the fanbase in some way and I hope it wins the whole thing.

Yeah! Don't like it! Maybe wouldn't care so much if it wasnt basically every other thing, but it is, so I just have to suffer.