#also is it just me or does Charlie have really pretty/long eyelashes?

[quillkiller]

what do you think about ludora (lucius x pandora)?

i haven’t really considered them, sorry!! i’ve seen a few of saints posts where they’ve been tagging them and i’m intrigued!! but i don’t know any lore about them other than that, so i dont really have thoughts:/

however. i am very big on lurthur (lucius/arthur) which is genuinely the only thing that’s been on my mind for days now. so let me take this opportunity to talk about my (and @sugarsnappeases ) lucius <3

my lucius is transfemme but doesn’t ever come out. she does present as sort of androgynous, but in a way that she gets away with it. she’s tall and well respected, but she has her long hair and she’s sooooo pretty. she yearns for everything bellatrix despises. they’re absolut polar opposites to me. lucius wants to be a fragile woman, someones wife, more than anything. she’s a coward bad at being a father and worse at being a husband and she’s just bad at being a man. she yearns for womanhood. to me. but will never live as one.

except for! with arthur. they’re secretely dating at hogwarts. arthur was a mix of bill and charlie back at school. he was a soft punk leftist stoner type guy. and they’re just drawn to each other and start having this secret affair behind closed doors. arthur wears his leather jacket and tells lucius that she’s so pretty. such a pretty thing. braids her hair and touches her gently. like lucius has always longed for. however! they dont communicate. lucius never actually tells arthur her deepest desires about being a woman. never tells arthur how badly she wants to be his wife. arthur treats her like this because he knows her better than anyone, but lucius never lets him all the way in. so arthur knows lucius wants to be treated gently, wants to be called pretty, wants to bat her eyelashes at him and wear pretty things. and thats enough for lucius. its as good as its going to get. they’re always doomed because lucius has to marry a woman and produce an heir. its her only duty.

they break up eventually and both of them get married. athur marries molly, which is ALSO lucius’ opposite. everything she’ll never be. she’s funny, happy go lucky, charming, pleasant— and a woman. lucius is tall, bony, lanky, unpleasant, a downright cunt— and not (percieved as) a woman. she hates molly with a passion. she’s resentful and jealous and downright nasty whenever molly visits arthur at work. because arthur and lucius both work at the ministry <3

lucius marries narcissa. narcissa who’s so similar to lucius. according to me and @sugarsnappeases. they’re both quiet, prefers being in the background, scared, timid. lucius is essentially marrying the woman he so desperately wants to be. which is so interesting in contrast to narcissas own self hatred about her position. like yeah there’s probably a small pool of pureblood witches she’s allowed to choose from, but she’s still percieved as a man and has the choice. and she picks narcissa because it’s the version of herself that’s allowed to be a woman. it’s an okay marriage at first. they sort of understand each other. but it turns more and more sour the older lucius gets, the more she pushes down her own womanhood. she resents narcissa just for being allowed to be her wife.

the affair with arthur continues because neither of them can stop. it continues for years! years!!!! and they’re still not really communicating. lucius has this entire one sided version of their affair where she’s arthurs mistress. she makes sure they’re always messing around in arthurs office because lucius wants to feel like the wife/mistress coming to seduce their husband at work. but she never actually outright tells arthur all of thus. again, arthur knows her better than anyone and makes lucius feel like herself in ways no ever has, but never completely. never fully. arthur doesn’t know about how lucius yearns to be his wife. his girl. he asks arthus to tell her she’s prettier than molly. and arthur does. always. lucius asks him to tell her shes prettier than narcissa. and arthur does. tells lucius she’s the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. lucius will dress up for arthur, wear womens underwear, silk anything, do her hair and arthur will treat her gently and worship her

so like. lucius never gets to live as a woman but she gets (almost) everything she wants from this affair with arthur. because she has her own idea about what this affair is. in her head she really is arthurs good girl. she’s made it out in her head where she’s the woman of arthurs dream. AND SHE IS !!!!!! AND ARTHUR WOULD SAY SO !!!! IF THEY TALKED !!!!! BUT THEY DONT !!!!!!!

molly gets pregnant. its fine. arthur has lucy on his lap in some weird wizard motel and tells her it doesnt matter. i’ll never leave you. i cant leave you. i’ll be here. you’re my pretty star. i’m your man. it doesn’t have to change anything.

bill is born. it changes everything. arthur falls in love at firt sight. having a kid changed arthur wholeheartedly. he looks into that baby’s eyes and he decides there and then he’ll clean up his act. hes going to be a good husband and a good role model.

arthur loves his kids more than he loves lucy, but he loves lucy more than he loves molly. he spends his days with his kids (HIS MILLION KIDS) and its enough. it fills his heart and there’s no lucy shaped void. then he goes to bed with molly and that’s when lucy comes running back into his mind again.

so they break ut off. for real this time. and arthur doesn’t come back. he wont let himself. and lucius just. goes off the fucking deep end after this.

she finally produces an heir and hopes maybe she’ll understand. she’ll see her kid and feel what arthur feels. but draco is born and lucy doesn’t feel anything. but narcissa connects with draco immediately. and lucy hates her for it. hates her for her maternal instincts and is so jealous and resentful. arthur is gone and even tho arthur never knew the full truth, it was the closest thing lucy had. the closest thing she had to feeling like a woman (which. unhealthy. and isnt fair on arthur obviously. this is not a wholesome love story). now she’s fully and completely trapped being a well respected pureblood husband, statis, a father, there’s a war at the horizon. etc etc etc .

arthur and lucy almost relapse once. years and years later. after the first war. maybe even after ginny is born. lucy is in arthurs office. and theyve just been talking. and its getting intimate. and arthur knows its dangerous territory. and hes been avoiding this. but he just cant this time. and eventually they’re so close. their lips are only inches apart. and lucy says ’i’d leave it all for you, if you asked.” and that’s. ruins everything. arthur snaps out of it immediately.

BECAUSE WHAT LUCY MEANS IS I WANT TO BE YOUR WIFE. I WANT A SECOND CHANCE AND I WANT IT WITH YOU. BUT WHAT ARTHUS HEARS IS I WOULD LEAVE MY FAMILY WITHOUT THINKING TWICE. I’D ABANDON MY CHILD. AND THATS THE THING. THEY HAVENT EVER COMMUNICATED. ARTHUR DOESNT KNOW WHAT LUCIUS THINKS SHES OBVIOUSLY TELLING HIM. all arthur hears is that lucy would abandon her son. and arthur changed when he had children. and what lucy means is i did it all wrong and i regret it and i want to be your wife.

kara had this really interesting point about lucius and narcissa being very similar in that way of not communiacting. and in being hopeless (irrational) romantics. like. lucius thinks that arthur should just know. lucy is convinced that arthur is the love of her life. that they were made for each other. and arthur should just be able to know. be able to read between te lines. lucy thought she was being romantic when she said she’d leave everything behind for arthur. BUT THATS NOT WHAT ARTHUR HEARS .

anyway. yeah. lucius gets to feel like a woman twice in her life and it’s with arthur and bellatrix. you can read about her relationship with bellatrix here and here. which to me takes place during the first war, post arthur breaking it off with lucius. it’s unbelievably unhealthy and self destructive and not dynamics i endorse! but dynamics i find interesring nonetheless <3 also tw for pseudo incest i guss because lucy begs bella to tell her she’s prettier/better than narcissa and bella does <3 because she’s also fucked up !

[waugh-bao]

Ronnie and Charlie celebrating their (nearly) shared birthday with Keith’s help (1990)

[according-to-the-laura]

StackedNatural Day 46: 5x08, 6x07, 9x05, 15x18 (Alternate Title: “Oh God, Oh Fuck, Here We Go”)

StackedNatural Masterpost: [x]

November 5, 2021

DISCLAIMER: I am watching today’s episodes with 4 friends and I will not be staying sober (especially for Dog Dean Afternoon), so prepare for this post to become less and less coherent as we go along. Also, probably will contain just a lot of transcripts of bullshit we said while watching.

Cast of characters:

Me: @according-to-the-laura

Nic: @weedsinavacantlot, who drove 11hours through the mountains to watch despair with us

Meg: @meg3point0, my sister

Charlie: @cherbertlemon, bestie from university

Lyall: Brother-in-law/bestie who isn't on tumblr but enjoys watching us go insane

5x08: Changing Channels

Written by: Jeremy Carver

Directed by: Charles Beeson

Original air date: November 5, 2009

Plot Synopsis:

Dean and Sam are thrown into an alternate universe by the Trickster where they are characters in different TV series.

Features:

Dr. Sexy’s Chekov’s cowboy boots, Japanese game shows, sitcom, police procedural, Knight Rider, Trickster Archangels, Gabriel.

My Thoughts:

This is a perfect episode of Supernatural and I don’t need to analyze it to death so I’ll start with the one actual thought I had and then leave you with things we shouted at the TV while watching.

Gabriel trying to force them to play their roles is him unknowingly walking in his father’s footsteps - he even wants one brother to kill the other, and Cas won’t play along.

During the Dr Sexy confrontation Nic (@weedsinavacantlot) just screamed “BABYGIRL YOU ARE SO GAY” at the TV screen.

Cas: *Appears on screen*

All of Us: *Wild applause and cheers*

Gabriel is so powerful in earlier seasons and not when he’s an ally in late seasons because “the Winchesters have a woobifying aura” - Lyall, my brother in law who doesn’t have tumblr. Also said, “you watch Gabriel do things like this and you’re like, ‘oh, right, you are related to Lucifer’”.

Me: Someone explain why Dean’s lips are so pink all the time

Nic: Whore

Meg (@meg3point0): He has such long eyelashes, too

Nic: WHORE

I think that CSI is a show for dads, and that’s why Cas watches The Wire. Also, sexy of Carver to handhold us all the way to the angel conclusion in the Night Rider scene. Yes bitch, don’t make me do an inch of work.

Me: He looks so fucking short

Nic: He’s taller than me! He’s five foot eight! These guys are just monstrous!

Notable Lines:

“Really? Because I swore part of what makes Dr. Sexy sexy is the fact that he wears cowboy boots. Not tennis shoes.”

“Mr. Trickster does not like pretty-boy angels.”

“Sam, starring as Lucifer. Dean, starring as Michael. Your celebrity death match. Play your roles.”

“Here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna suck it up, accept your responsibilities, and play the roles that destiny has chosen for you.”

“Well, call it personal experience, but nobody gets that angry unless they're talking about their own family.”

“I want it to be over! I have to sit back and watch my own brothers kill each other thanks to you two! Heaven, hell, I don't care who wins, I just want it to be over.”

“You were born to this, boys. It's your destiny! It was always you! As it is in heaven, so it must be on earth. One brother has to kill the other.”

“This isn't about some prize fight between your brothers or some destiny that can't be stopped. This is about you being too afraid to stand up to your family.”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 10

IMdB Rating: 9.7

6x07: Family Matters

Written by: Andrew Dabb & Daniel Loflin

Directed by: Guy Bee

Original air date: November 5, 2010

Plot Synopsis:

Dean becomes suspicious of Samuel's motives, but Sam isn't sold on the idea that their grandfather is doing anything wrong. The brothers go along on a hunt with Samuel and the other Campbells, but things go terribly awry.

Features:

Sastiel fisting scene, discovery of Soulless Sam, Samuel’s work ethic, Sam is a spy, Purgatory intro, Crowley wants the Alphas, Crowley claims to have brought Sam back from Hell.

My Thoughts:

We were drinking amaretto sours at this point and we kind of half stopped watching once Cas wasn’t in it anymore but boy did we say a lot of funny stuff!

Real observances: very fun to watch this episode right after Thin Lizzie. It is extremely funny how different Sam and Len are, Len is just A Guy and Sam immediately becomes a serial killer. Him going to shoot Samuel isn’t supposed to be funny, but god it sure is. Some of Jared’s best acting is when Sam is soulless, and that means something but I can’t quite put my finger on it….

Sam endgame should have been the good version of Samuel’s, running a network of hunters. The lighting in this episode rules! Actual shadows and rim lighting.

Cas: *takes off his belt*

Us: *hysterical screaming*

Nic: FISTING FISTING FISTING. This is all the Sastiel shippers have!

Meg: other than Cas taking Sam’s hell trauma

Nic: And peace of mind

Nic: The only thing that’s going to fix cas is having a baby and that won’t happen for several seasons. Cas literally baby trapped Dean and I think that’s sexy

Charlie: Good for her

Hilarious that when we cut back into the room after Cas checks for Samuel’s soul that he’s turned around with his hands on a shelf, bent over.

Nic: Cas is like “I’m gonna turn this guy into a muppet, hang on a sec”

[A few scenes later] *Dean makes a kermit joke*

Nic: DEAN STOLE MY FUCKING JOKE. Dean Winchester we duel at dawn.

[A few more scenes later]

Nic: God I wish Cas were still here fisting people

Crowley: *appears*

Us: *Wild applause and cheers*

Notable Lines:

“What, you think that there's a clinic out there for people who just pop out of hell wrong?”

“ You're not gonna hold me, Dean -- Not here, not in a panic room, not anywhere. You're stuck with the soulless guy, so you might as well work with me.”

“This is a vessel. My true form is approximately the size of your Chrysler building.”

“Now, when we "freaks" die... where do we go? Not heaven, not hell. So?”

“Well, if the old man's Kermit... whose hand's up his ass?”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 7.0, and it would probably be lower if I wasn’t having the time of my life with my friends tonight.

IMdB Rating: 8.1

9x05: Dog Dean Afternoon

Written by: Eric Charmelo & Nicole Snyder

Directed by: Tim Andrew

Original air date: November 5, 2013

Plot Synopsis:

When the only witness to a couple of mysterious murders is a dog, Dean performs a risky spell to help him communicate with canines.

Features:

Taxidermy, eating cats whole, Dean casts Animal Friendship, weird bad animal voices, Dean wants to fuck a poodle, Sam gets suspicious.

My Thoughts:

This episode was the epic lows part of the “epic highs and lows of Stackednatural” and we had to have it on mute for the majority of the episode because I have a 9 old puppy who gets jumpy at night and barks non-stop when she hears other dogs. So we just drank another amaretto sour and ate homemade pie by Nic and Meg.

It’s bullshit that Dean isn’t still scared of dogs (hellhounds!! Ripped him apart!!) and insane that in the Ezekiel arc that someone gets fatally injured every episode. How have you all survived this long as hunters?

We spent this episode missing Cas and wishing that Amazon Prime had a 1.5x speed option so we could move faster and get to Despair and party time faster.

You can tell that Supernatural like to queercode their villains because this chef dresses like Nic.

The only funny part of this episode is Dean accidentally playing fetch with Sam. Dean wanting to fuck a dog cancels that out.

Dean: I don’t have the urge to sniff butts

Dog: Not yet

Us: YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW

Notable Lines:

*Weird British accent* “Screw the sharktopus”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 1.5

IMdB Rating: 8.6

15x18: Despair

Written by: Robert Berens

Directed by: Richard Speight Jr.

Original air date: November 5, 2020

Plot Synopsis:

With the plan in full motion, Sam, Dean, Castiel and Jack fight for the good of the common goal.

Features:

Jack makes the Empty loud, Billie brings Jack back, Dean wounds Death, love interests vanish, Thee Confession.

My Thoughts:

Incoherent thoughts on this. Don’t know how to rank it as it causes me indescribably pain but also it’s brought me the most emotion I‘ve had in years.

Gotta focus on non-confession stuff first so quick rundown:

This is the third time that Cas has watched his son die. Billie is amazing as Death. I love Jack and I love Rachel Miner. They invented and killed a girlfriend for Charlie and disappeared Eileen so that the episode would have beginning-middle-end loss of love interest. Sure is interesting that Jack made the Empty loud and God has a new ending to his death book and they don’t care about Jack because he’s useful. CAN’T WAIT TO SEE HOW THIS TIES INTO THE FINALE.

I like to think that Charlie’s collateral damage speech was directed at Buckleming for Charlie 1.0’s death. “I’ll go with you” means “I love you”.

Obviously the writing of the reunion is perfect, Misha is great. The editing is piss poor and I FIRMLY believe that that was on purpose to hide any and all of Jensen’s acting. I’ve watched 86 episodes of this goddamn show since Sept 10th this year and he just doesn’t stand there not doing anything for that long ever. RELEASE THE TAPES.

Notable Lines:

“I can't stop this. I'm coming apart. I don't want to hurt you. Don't let me hurt you.”

“ It's over. The plan. My destiny. I was ready to die, and I wanted to. For Sam, for Dean, for the world. I wanted to make things right. And now... I don't know why I'm even here.”

“We don't care about you because you're useful or because you fit into some grand design. We care about you because you're you.”

“So, what, is she just some collateral damage to you? Is that what I'll be, too?”

death defying”It's you, Dean. It's always been you. Death-defying. Rule-breaking. You are everything I lived to set right. To put down. To tame. You are human disorder incarnate.”

“It was Chuck all along.”

[Insert entirety of confession speech here.

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 9.8

IMdB Rating: 8.8

In Conclusion: I wish to God I was always watching Stacked in a room full of people who are as insane about it as I am. So much fun. Even though we’re all crying now re: confession.

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[dontshootmespence]

Through It All

Part 24

Summary: Now married, Spencer & Y/N navigate the D/s lifestyle. How will their relationship change?

Words: 2,765

Warnings: Voyeurism, p in v, threesome, oral sex (fem receiving), face sitting, pussy slapping, bit of degradation. I think that’s it.

A/N: My next entry for @cm-kinkbingo​ run by my beautiful girlfriend @heycasbutt. This fills my voyeurism square.

So much waiting. Before this all started, you knew there would be long periods of waiting, and it hadn’t even been that long, it had been about three weeks, during which time you’d been taking your classes, but the waiting still had you on edge so often and so intensely that Spencer made some secret plans behind your back.

When your parents show up at the door, you stare blankly, confused, but they take no offense and pull you in for a hug. “Spencer still hasn’t told you?”

“Told me what?” You laugh so loud Charlotte looks up quizzically from her toys, eyeing you with a smile before she sees your parents. Her little legs carry her quickly across the room and into your mother’s arms.

Grandma assaults her with kisses, which she can’t seem to get enough of lately, not that you or Spencer are complaining. “Dad and I are gonna stay here for a few days so you and Spencer can go on a little impromptu trip.”

“Really?” You ask in surprise, turning to see Spencer’s big smile. Reaching back behind the counter, he pulls out a bag. “I already packed for you.”

Your mind races with the thought of what this trip might be, relaxing and comforting or the sexy kind. Leaning in, you kiss Charlotte on the cheek and make her promise, in her 15-month-old way to be a good girl for Grandma and Grandpa. “I love you sooooo much, Charlie. Daddy and I will be back in a couple days.”

Spencer plants a big kiss on the top of Charlotte’s head, which makes her smile and lights up your world. “Be a good little flower, okay?”

“Ooo-kay,” she replies. She’s got a whole little voice now! It’s amazing and you almost get emotional leaving her, but you know in the long run, having a break from parenthood to focus on you and Spencer as a couple is what’s best for all of you.

After giving your parents a hug and kiss goodbye, Spencer takes your hand and shrugs the duffel bag over his shoulder. As soon as the door is closed, you can’t help but ask. “So what kind of a vacation is this?”

“Remember that party we went to?”

“The sexy one?” You ask as your voice goes up an octave. It’s a good memory; just the mere thought fills you with warmth again.

“I think it’s time for another.”

---

Instead of going straight to the penthouse complex the party had taken place in last time, Spencer takes you to the hotel first, checking you in and insisting you take a nap because you are ‘going to need your rest.’

With a beautiful threat like that, it takes 20 minutes of anticipatory tossing and turning before you can fall asleep. When you wake almost an hour and a half later, you glance toward the armchair in between the bed and wall and see an outfit laid out for you. Draped over the back of the chair is a tight, rouched, pink dress with a sweetheart neckline and nude pumps. Heat floods through you. It’s normally not your kind of outfit, but knowing Spencer picked it out, means he has a picture in mind.

From behind, you hear his voice low and gravely. “You won’t be wearing any panties. I want you open for me from the second we walk in the door. And don’t worry, there’s a built-in bra in the dress.”

“When do we leave, Sir?” The stark difference between headstrong mom and wife and docile sob is apparent, but it’s you, two sides of the same coin. You truly believe one couldn’t exist without the other. “Do I have time to put on some makeup?”

“We leave in a half hour. And I packed your makeup. It’s not waterproof. I plan to mess it up anyway.”

---

Before you leave, Spencer ensures that your limits and wants haven’t changed. He also asks if you have the mental energy for a bit of degradation (you do). Him asking is what makes him, him. It’s what makes him a dominant worth kneeling before. “It’ll be a lot of the same people as last time,” Spencer says as you stride out of the elevator and down toward the penthouse. “This time though, it won’t be a ‘show’ per se, so much as we’ll have our own room, I will do as I please with your beautiful body and anyone that wants to come in and watch can. Like a revolving door for people to witness what a little slut you are for me.”

Biting your lip, you move to kiss the underside of his chin. Wetness begins to drip down your leg. “Only for you, Sir. Forever.”

Taking your place, you stand slightly behind him and watch as he raps at the door three times. Each knock sends a jolt through you, anticipation building. “Welcome back,” your host says when he opens the door. “Married since last we saw each other, right?”

Spencer nods and guides you inside. There’s already a ton of people milling around with drinks and food. From the sounds of it, at least a few people are already getting into things. And out of the corner of your eye, you spy Christina. Floating across the room to greet you, she bats her eyelashes at you. “Nice to see you both. Will I be seeing you here? Or are you just here to observe?”

“We’re here to play,” Spencer says, voice low.

Your pussy clenches around nothing at his tone, soft yet forceful. After your host welcomes everyone to party, reminding you all to stay ‘safe, sane and consensual,’ the crowd disperses. Some individuals that you know for a fact aren’t in relationships, find each other and go off to have some fun. Other couples, like you and Spencer find empty rooms and prepare to provide the guests with an amazing show.

Once inside a room, Spencer focuses on you, ignoring the first few people that walk through the door. They’re familiar faces and although you can’t remember names, you’re almost positive they were viewers that last time you were here. “Ready?” He asks.

You nod.

“Word?”

“Red, Sir.”

Spencer pinches your chin in between his thumb and forefinger, responding with a condescending ‘good’ before addressing the growing audience. “Who here wants to see my wife’s amazing body? See how wet she already is?”

A few men have no problems grunting in approval, their hands floating over hardening cocks, the anticipation building. Without a word, Spencer grabs your arms roughly with both hands and turns you so that your ass is facing the crowd and you’re staring at the wall. Cool air quickly hits your heated pussy as he yanks the bottom of your tight, pink dress just above your ass. He places a finger on the middle of your back, so you pitch forward. He wants to show off what’s his and you’re more than happy to comply.

“See?” He asks them, directing their collective gaze toward your slick entrance. “She’s already soaking wet. Frankly, I think she’s been wet since I surprised her with this party this afternoon. Haven’t you, love?”

“Yes, Sir.” You remain still while he waits for you to elaborate. “I’m always wet for you.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I love when you use me. I belong to you.”

“That’s right.” Reaching to your shoulder, he applies the slightest bit of pressure and allows you to stand up straight again. “Now, should we get the audience involved with a little poll?” His eyes glance up and down your body quickly and you’re pretty sure you know where he’s headed.

“I think so, Sir.”

“What does my little slut think I’m thinking? What do I want to ask them?”

“Whether I should keep my dress on and have you expose my breasts or take it off all together.”

Spencer smiles proudly and looks toward the crowd. “Show of hands. Dress off?” A few hands go up. “Dress on?” Most of the room votes for dress on, the image of Spencer so taken with you that he can’t even bother to undress you, you so blissed out and fucked that you don’t care, so long as he fucks you.

As soon as you have your answer, you lie back on the bed and put your hands above your head, your dominant hand clenching around the opposing wrist.

“Legs open,” he says firmly as he peels his jacket off and lays it neatly on a chair at his side, kicking his shoes off nearby, piling them not-as-neatly as his jacket. Even in control, he’s losing bits of it. “We want to put on a good show, right? Show everyone what a wet little slut you really are?”

You let out a breathy, “Yes, Sir,” in reply, already feeling the urge to touch your breasts, rake your fingers around your nipples, pinch them for the sweet bit of pain.

Once Spencer’s unbuttoned his shirt and stepped out of his pants, leaving him in just a shirt and boxers, he steps to the edge of the bed and wraps an arm around each of your legs, pulling your ass to the precipice. He thumbs your clit and you whimper, moving gently down into his hand, but he quickly pulls away, laughing at your dissatisfied whimpers.

Even in a room full of people, he’s fixed on you. That’s your superpower. Something no one else can do for him. “Your pussy is needy, Sir.”

“I can see that,” he replies. “You’re glistening already. I think I’ll actually invite someone up for a closer look.”

Your heartbeat pounds in your chest and you wait excitedly for Spencer to pick someone. His eyes fall to someone standing above where your head is. “Would you like a closer look?”

The man doesn’t reply, giving you a small smile as he rounds the other side of the bed and comes to stand a few feet from Spencer.

“Isn’t she soaked?”

“Disgustingly so,” the man says.

Spencer laughs and immediately brings his open palm down on your clit. “And that made her even wetter. Why is that, love?”

“Because I’m your slut, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

Without dismissing the man, Spencer pulls his cock free from his boxers and lines himself up at your entrance, teasing you as your special viewer takes his former place on the opposite side of the bed.

As he pushes inside you, he takes a calf in each hand and pushes your legs back, leaving you open and raw for him. “Fuck, you take my cock so well, baby.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

With each thrust he swells inside you, the friction so intense that you’re begging for him to let you come within minutes, but he refuses, insisting you stave off your orgasm unless you want to be punished in front of the crowd. You kind of do, but you want to make him proud more, so you bite your lip and try to push your mind in a different direction - anything to push away the growing feelings in your core.

For a minute, you think to focus on the faces in the crowd, but most of them are watching with rapt attention, their hungry and jealous gazes doing little to tone down your growing need. Each thrust of his hard cock fucks you open so beautifully, your juices sliding down your ass and onto the sheets below.

When you go to beg again, beg for sweet release, Spencer pinches your clit in between his fingers, ripping the words from you. It’s time to be quiet. Every pinch, every scrape of his fingers, every pointed thrust gets you closer and closer to where he wants you, fucked so senseless you can’t form words or thought, his name the only thing that’s able to fall from your lips.

“Fuck!” You cry as he pulls out and slaps your pussy with the head of his cock and his hand in quick succession.

Spencer’s gaze falls on Christina, at least you assume so. All you’re aware of is Spencer’s voice claiming that your mouth needs a distraction. Sauntering over, Christina lifts her dress, climbs onto the bed and straddles your face. She’s pink and perfect and wet and now you have a mission of your own.

Your tongue hungrily laps at her wetness and you laugh to yourself as you feel it drip down your chin. She grinds down onto your mouth, begging for you to fuck her with your tongue as Spencer pounds into your pussy without any thought.

As Spencer bottoms out, you cry into Christina’s wet cunt and tear rolls down your face. “Spencer, she’s actually crying she’s so well fucked,” Christina teases.

“Tell her she doesn’t get to come until she makes you come.”

You hear that and grasp onto Christina’s legs, pulling her pussy back to your mouth so you can eat her out like your life depends on it. It does right now. All you want is to come. Your entire body is burning with need. Spencer’s purposely slowing his movements, drawing out each sensation so that you can focus on what you need to do before you get your reward.

When Christina shakes above you, you smile, watching her as she casually removes herself from the bed and returns to her place in the crowd. “Christina, did she do a good job? Should I let her come?”

Whining, you buck down into Spencer’s cock and pray that Christina was satisfied. It sounded like it.

“I think you should fuck her so hard she forgets her own name.”

Spencer chuckles and reels back, bottoming out so hard that your eyes roll to the back of your head. Without saying a word, he flips you over so you’re face down on the bed before pushing back inside. At this angle, you feel even fuller. It feels like both seconds and hours before you’re crying out, no words, just noise as your mouth hangs open.

Once you’re able to focus again, you see people leaving the room and feel Spencer’s hands turn you back to face him. “You okay, love?”

“More than, Sir.” You smile.

---

In a haze, you’re able to get dressed and get back to the hotel. You curl into Spencer’s embrace. “Did you have fun?” He asks, the lightness in his voice already giving you an answer of your own.

Nodding, you tighten your grasp around his waist and kiss his chest. “Yes, Sir.”

---

The following day, the two of you wake up at your leisure and Spencer takes you out to breakfast. It’s leisurely. There’s coffee. He takes charge when it comes to ordering and paying the bill. It’s amazing. All you have to do is smile and bask in the afterglow of the previous night’s amazing time.

After a little bit of swimming at the hotel pool, a nap and a quick, late lunch, you head home to see your mother in Charlotte’s room, her eyes hooded and near to closing as she smiles down at her granddaughter. Your dad’s already passed out on the floor next to them. How Charlotte hasn’t woken up to tell Grandpa to stop snoring is astounding. “Have fun?” Your mom asks softly.

Nodding, you give her a hug and thank her for giving you and Spencer the time to breathe. It’s refreshing. Your dad stirs awake so you leave the room to let Charlotte sleep peacefully. “Thank you again, guys.”

“No problem.” Both your parents understand the importance of time outside of parenthood. Your mom cranes her head back toward Charlotte’s room. “You two plan on another one of those anytime soon? I can’t believe she’s 15 months already. It feels like she was born yesterday.”

“It really does, and mayyyybeeee.” After assuring them you’re not pregnant, you confide in them about your adoption journey thus far. “We haven’t heard anything yet. Still too early. But we’re looking into it.”

Your mom begins to tear up and even your dad gets his congratulations caught in his throat. “We’ll be praying for someone to pick you soon.”

“Thanks, dad. You okay to drive? Spencer or I can drive you home.”

“No, kiddo,” you dad replies, resting his hand on your shoulder. “I’m good.”

“Okay, text me when you get home.”

“We will.”

As they make their way down the stairs of the complex, you and Spencer slip into Charlotte’s room, sleepy smiles painting their way across your faces. “Refreshed?” Spencer asks. “Ready to really dive into adoption?”

“More than anything.”

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[bi-hippie5]

Blonde Curls |Luke|

Description: Luke leaves Charlotte two years ago not knowing she was pregnant. Then he runs into her best friend at an interview.

Notes: I was thinking of turning this into a longer series but I just ended up with this

Masterlist

Luke can admit that press can be fun but after a full week of it he’s ready to take a nap and not wake up for a couple of days. Luckily the band was on their last radio interview of the day and he was that much closer to crawling into bed. 

“Welcome boys we are so excited to have you, Jasmine is just finishing up her current interview and we can set up soon” one of the employees of the radio station explained as they all take a seat on the couches set outside the room. This was a new interview they hadn’t done in the past so they didn’t really know what to expect. He had heard that the radio show was pretty new but was probably one of the most popular ones in the area.

They only had to wait for maybe ten more minutes before the door opened louds laughs filled the waiting area. People exit saying thank you and going their own ways before Luke's eyes land on a very familiar face. It's not the face that haunts him at night but of the one person that probably hates him just as much.

“Shit” Luke whispers under his breath as Jasmine walks out to meet the boys before the interview. He wanted to run and hide right now as his ex-girlfriend's best friend is shooting daggers at him while giving quick hugs to his other band mates. Ashton looks over to check on him since he was the only one that had the chance to meet her before.

“Luke” she mumbles, not even bothering to get closer to him as the other two boys look at him confused.

“It’s been a long time Jasmine” he laughs awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck as her gaze only gets harsher.

“Two years actually” she corrects him and it stings more than it should as she turns her back to him. Her tone is completely different with the other boys as she brings them into the room with Luke trailing behind. Charlotte hasn’t left his mind since the day he got scared and walked away. He hasn’t been able to be serious with anyone else since and he knows that it's all his fault. But, now seeing Jasmine makes the pain come right to the surface. Jasmine was Charlotte’s best friend since middle school, she was the first friend she introduced him to. At the time they had hit it off great laughing and having fun. They had gotten pretty close actually since Charlotte had the biggest impacts on both of their lives.

The whole interview he can feel how awkward it was. Jasmine didn’t really talk to him at all directing all of her questions to the other three. He wasn’t upset about it since so much was running through his mind. No one can blame her for hating him because what happened would make anyone look like a jerk. Charlotte and Luke had been together for four years and lived together for two of those years. They were happy and everything was perfect, at least that's what she thought. Luke wasn’t sure exactly happened but one day it just got real, this was it for him like Charlotte was the one he wanted to spend his life with. But, everyone kept bringing up marriage and asking when he would propose and he got freaked out. One day he got back to the apartment before she did and completely left only leaving a note that said ‘I’m sorry i can’t do this right now.’ He regrets it to this day, what was he thinking.

After the interview was over he told the boys to not wait for him as he hung back. It had been two years but that was too long and needed to see her and fix it.

“Jasmine please just tell me where she is” he begged once they were left alone. Jasmine knew she couldn’t physically hurt him but the looks she gave him would have to do.

“Why should I tell you fucker, you left her and never turned back. You didn’t have to pick up the pieces” she spit at him poking hard at his chest.

“Please I haven’t been able to get her out of my mind the last two years i need to make it right”

“It's not gonna happen buddy she moved on and picked herself up she doesn't need you” Jasmine laughs at him turning away and walking into her office slamming the door in his face. Luke stood in the hallway feeling like such a dumbass. He should have just stayed in the apartment that day till she got home and they could talk through his fears.

“I know where she is” Ashton says from behind him. When they were together Charlotte had developed a nice friendship with Ashton. He was so disappointed when Luke told them what had happened and the terrible choices he had made. But just because they broke up doesn’t mean he was gonna break his friendship with the girl and has kept in touch this whole time. Luke was his best friend but there was one small thing that stopped him from telling him where she was this whole time, and his name was Landon.

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“Have a good night Claire” Charlotte waved at her coworker as she headed out of the salon leaving her to close up. Everything was in its place already; it was just some sweeping to finish before her mom arrived. She set her phone down at one of the stations hitting play on the music before grabbing the broom.

Luke could see her through the window of the door as she danced around the salon  with a broom in her hand. She looked good, like really good wearing black ripped jeans and a nice black cropped sweater. Her blonde hair was shorter, now up to her shoulders and a bit more silver but she was still as beautiful as ever. He paced outside for a few minutes before working up the courage to finally walk inside. The bells on the door alerting his presents but she didn’t look up.

“I’m sorry we are closed, we open at 10 tomorrow if you want to make an appointment” her sweet voice fills his ears after so long. Just hearing her voice and seeing her it's like finally taking a deep breath of fresh air.

“Charlie” he whispers, finally finding his voice again. Her body stiffened at that voice, it's the one she heard on the radio and the tv but also haunts her at night.

“I’m sorry but we are closed” she doesn’t dare to turn around to look at him because if she does it will hurt more and give her mind new material to fester over.

“I wasn’t really looking to get a haircut unless it’s like that time you made me sit in the bathroom so that you could practice. I told you most girls don’t cut hair in just their underwear, seems kind of dangerous” he chuckled taking a few steps towards her. She still doesn’t move because she thought this would never happen, he left. He didn’t want anything to do with her anymore but now he’s here, at her work and she honestly didn’t know how this could get worse.

But of course it does, the chimes of the door sound against but this time she knew who it was. She finally turns around but refuses to look at him but instead at her confused mother standing in the doorway, a small sleeping two year old in her arms.

“I’m sorry to interrupt but your father has the car running” she’s staring Luke down like a mother lion ready to kill her next meal for her children and Charlotte kind of fears for Luke. He knows that looking at her mother will be worse than the reaction he got from Jasmine earlier today. However, his eyes are glued to the small figure in her arms, he looked so peaceful with his thumb in his mouth. Long eyelashes resting on his soft skin and those blonde curls he couldn't understand.

Charlotte walks past him grabbing her son from her mom. He stirs a bit but wraps his arms around her neck falling right back to sleep. She kisses her mother's cheek before placing the diaper bag down on one of the chairs.

“Let me know when you get home please” she gives her another hug and kisses both her daughter and grandson. She doesn’t even acknowledge Luke walking right past him and back into the waiting car outside. Luke can’t even imagine the reaction her protective father will have once she tells him.

Charlotte adjusts Landon in her arms before heading past Luke to grab the rest of her belongings so that she can leave before he starts asking questions.

“Charlie what is going on please look at me” his voice is softer this time and closer and she knew that he was right behind her. Letting out the breath she was holding finally turning to make eye contact with the man that broke her heart. Luke's eyes are still trained on the toddler because the curls alone gives it away, That had to be his son. “How old is he?”

“Two” she whispers softly and it was like a knife into his heart. There was no doubt in his mind that the small boy was his. Charlotte was never the girl to cheat on him and the time line adds up to perfectly.

“He’s mine and you didn’t tell me” his voice raises a little bit with the mix of emotions that were going through his body. If she was pregnant why didn’t she tell him or the fact that there is a small person on this earth that was a mix of both of them.

“Luke I can't do this with you right now” she's walking away from him. “It’s been such a long day and I need to get Landon home” he follows her outside of the salon and towards the parking lot.

“Please don’t walk away from me, can we please just talk about this because im 100% sure that is my son” she stops trying to calm her breathing slowly rubbing Landon back trying to remind herself to not yell.

“Don’t walk away from you, please tell me your kidding because if I can remember you left me not the other way around” They stand in pure silence just staring at each other. Luke didn’t know what to say because she was right, always right. “I need to go home and think Luke, I’ll have Ashton send you my address and you can come over tomorrow okay?” he nods agreeing not wanting to make her anymore upset.

-----

He’s nervous, standing in front of the apartment the address leads him to. His palms are sweating as he wipes them against his jeans fixing his hair and shirt before knocking on the white door. No one ever explains how to act when you officially meet your son for the first time. Mostly when the mother is someone he hasn’t been able to get out of his head even though it's his fault he's in this position. Charlie opens the door a few seconds after and Luke almost passes out. She’s just so damn beautiful with a yellow sundress flowing around her figure, hair half pulled back.

“Mommy” a little voice cries followed by soft footsteps. Landon comes crying behind her immediately noticing Luke standing at the door. His eyes get big and run over to his mother grabbing onto her legs to hide behind.

“Sorry he can be kind of shy” she apologizes as Landon lets out a sniffle looking up to look suspicious at who this strange man is.

“Hi I’m Luke” he gets down on his level making eye contact with the little boy.

“I Landon” he mumbles

“It's nice to meet you Landon, I really like your hair it's kind of like mine” that peaks Landon’s attention as he moves a little bit closer still keeping his hand on his mother just in case. Landon loves his hair, poor little thing cried his eyes out when Charlotte tried to give him a trim a week weeks back.

“Do you like dinosaurs?” Landon asks with the brightest eyes. Luke nods which results in a big smile from the small boy as he grabs his fingers dragging him into the apartment. He leads him into a small play room that is full of different toys and activities. Landon shows Luke his large collection of dinosaur toys having to show him each of them even imitating some of the noises for him.

Charlotte's heart was so full watching the two boys interact so sweetly. It was never her intention to keep Landon away from Luke; she really was gonna tell Luke about being pregnant. But when she came home and he was gone she just assumed he wanted nothing to do with her and wouldn’t want this baby. She was already so heart broken and couldn’t handle another regrection if he truly didn’t want to have a baby with her.

She let them play for a while, busying herself with some cleaning that needed to be done. Working and having a wild two year old made it kind of difficult to keep everything organized and put together.

“Mommy” Landon yells running into the kitchen with the biggest smile basically bouncing in his spot under her. “Can Luke come play all the time” Luke stands behind him leaning against the wall with a smile that matches his son his whole face glowing. Landon had never asked about having a dad not fully understanding but Charlotte knew that she would have to explain it at some point. Luke and her had a lot to work through but she wasn’t gonna keep him from having a relationship with his son.

“Of course buddy, but can I tell you something?” she picks him up placing him on her hip as he nods. “Luke is actually your daddy which means he's gonna be around all the time to take care of you”

“And play?” both parents laugh at the little boy.

“Yes and play would that be okay?” Landon shakes his head so fast putting his arms out for Luke to take him. He’s fast gathering the boy into his arms and hugging him to his chest.

“Charlie I’m so sorry I was just scared and didn’t know what I was thinking. But now I know that all I want is you and him and a family. You were always going to be my forever and I know we have things to work on but I’m here to fight for you, for both of you” tears were building up in both of their eyes. No words were needed as she makes her way over to the love of her life and son pressing her lips to his. They had a lot to work on but this was forever and no one was going anywhere.

[lyricfulloflight]

Rumour Has It: Part 2

A modern Cherik AU, powered, university setting.

If you haven’t read part one, here is a link:

https://lyricfulloflight.tumblr.com/post/188224206227/rumour-has-it

Tagging @gold-from-straw because she kindly asked to be tagged if I kept going.  If anyone else wants to be tagged for future additions, let me know!

I will be focusing on my long WIP for the next little bit, so I don’t expect to update this ficlet series for at least a week - fair warning.

Rumour Has It - Part 2

Erik sat in his seat and groaned.  He could not believe that Professor Garcia was going torture them this way.  Group work.  How could he do this?  Erik had actually been enjoying this class until two minutes ago.  Professor Garcia wasn’t a mutant, but he was married to one and had a mutant child, so he was very much aware of the struggles of mutants in society and was relatively sensitive in how he approached the topics covered in class.  He also openly encouraged debate, which made class lively and far more interesting than it would have been in a traditional lecture format.  But this, this was cruel.

“I am assigning everyone a random partner.  And yes, before you all jump down my throat, the selections were totally random, I used a computer program.  Your pairings are final.  You will not change partners, I don’t care how much to plead with me about it.  You will work on this assignment – together – for the rest of the year.  It accounts for thirty percent of your grade, so this is not to be taken lightly.  The list of pairings is right here -” Professor Garcia held up one sheet of paper, “and I will post it up front at the end of this class. Now, let’s talk about the Identification Act of 1985...”

Erik spent the rest of the class half listening to the professor and half absorbed in glancing around to look at all his classmates to try and figure out who would be the worst person to be paired up with. There were half a dozen humans in the class who had apparently signed up just to give speeches about how dangerous mutants were and how identification and separation was “essential for national security”.  Erik wasn’t sure he could work on an assignment with one of them without it leading to him punching one of them in their smug human face. Otherwise, Erik figured one classmate was pretty much the same as any other. Regardless of who he was paired with, Erik refused to let this stupid group project bring down his grade point average.

The class ended with a rush of students clamoring to the front of the class to get a look at the list of student pairings.  Erik sat at his spot and slowly loaded his notes into his backpack.  There wasn’t any reason to rush – the list would still be there in five minutes when the crowd cleared, or his partner would find him before he even had to get up and look.

With his head bent over zipping up his bag, the first thing Erik heard was someone clearing their throat.

“Hello.  I believe we’re partners.” Said a crisp British voice.

Erik leaned back slowly, something like dread curling in his stomach.  He looked up at the man in front of him and found himself looking into the impossibly blue eyes of one Charles Xavier.

“You are Erik Lehnsherr, yes?”

“Yeah.”  Erik spoke, determined to react normally – surely it couldn’t that bad to have been paired up with the most promiscuous man on campus. “That’s me.”

“I’m Charles, Charles Xavier.”

Charles held out his hand and Erik found himself reaching out, and having his hand grasped in a surprisingly firm grip.

“I think it best if we meet to talk about the assignment as soon as possible.” Charles continued. “I have to admit my schedule is quite full and it may be difficult for me to arrange time to meet with you if we don’t plan ahead.”

Erik bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from making some sort of snarky comment about Charles ‘schedule’, which the majority of the university seemed to think involved enough sex for about three healthy young men, and instead nodded in agreement.

“I don’t have class until later this afternoon.  We could go to the library now and sort something out, maybe pick our first topic from the list Garcia gave out?” Erik suggested.

“Excellent.  I have about an hour before my next commitment.”

Erik found himself walking about a step behind Charles as they exited the classroom. Xavier was a startling fast walker and even though Erik had a good five inches on him at least, he found he had to consciously keep himself from falling behind the shorter man.

He was so focused on lengthening his stride to keep up with Charles, he almost ran right into him when the other man stopped abruptly only a few meters outside the humanities building.

“Found a new fuck, have we Charlie?” Sebastian Shaw’s voice dripped with contempt.

“If you’ll excuse us Sebastian, we were headed to the library.”  Charles said blandly, head held high.

“You know he’ll have sex with anything that breathes, right Lehnsherr? If you want to join his pussy footed little Mutant Human Alliance, you don’t have to sleep with him, even though everyone knows he’s slept with the entire group.”

Erik glared at Sebastian but said nothing – there was nothing to say to his baseless accusations.

“Fine.” Sebastian shrugged. “Just wrap it up – who’s know what diseases Charlie has by now.”

Sebastian cackled as he walked away, waving his fingers in a jaunty fashion as if he was saying goodbye to a couple friends, not two people he’d just insulted.

Charles didn’t spare a second to look back at Sebastian, he simply soldiered on and Erik followed him in silence until they found an empty study room at the library.

“Does he do that a lot?”  Erik asked.

“Hmm, what?” Charles frowned, apparently confused by Erik’s question.

“Shaw – does he go around saying shit about you all the time?”

“Oh, that.” Charles waved a hand dismissively. “Sebastian doesn’t like the fact that I run a Mutant Human Alliance – it clashes far too much with his ‘Brotherhood’ and their belief in mutant superiority. He likes to try to get back at me with petty insults.”

“He’s an asshole.” Erik grumbled. “And his ‘Brotherhood’ is practically a terrorist organization – their blog has a list of all the human politicians they’d like to ‘eliminate’.”

“I’m aware.” Charles sighed. “I feel the less attention I give Sebastian and his efforts, the better. Now, the assignment – was there a particular piece of legislation you wanted to look into first?”

Erik let his desire to dig into Sebastian’s insults about Charles’ sex life drop.  It wasn’t really any of his business.

Working with Charles was nothing like Erik had thought it might be.  Charles did not flirt – he didn’t so much as bat his eyelashes.  He was completely professional and focused the entire hour they’d spent in the library.  

It only took about five minutes for it to become clear that Charles was incredibly intelligent and well versed in mutant legislation.  He also wasn’t afraid to voice his opinions, or disagree with Erik.  They both agreed they wanted to pick the broad topic of ‘Mutant Identification and Suppression in the Education System’, but spent a good fifteen minutes arguing over which specific piece of legislation to analyze first.

Erik was impressed.  A lot of people, well most people actually, backed down in the face of Erik’s tirades, but not Charles.  In fact, he hadn’t missed a beat – he was ready with a calm rebuttal to every argument Erik offered. Erik finally, after much back and forth with Charles, compromised by agreeing to start with Charles’ top choice (the Dangerous Mutant Identification Act of 1999), but only after Charles explicitly agreed to end with Erik’s top choice (the Mutant Segregation Bill of 1961).

The meeting ended with a quick check of their schedules and a plan to meet every Tuesday for a brief face to face chat after class and to have a longer collaborative work session every Saturday morning.

Erik walked home feeling unexpectedly happy about the whole thing.  It seemed that working with Charles was going to be fine, even if he was nothing at all like Erik had expected.

One might think a man described as the biggest slut on campus would look a certain way. Sean had asked if Xavier was pretty and… he was so much more than that, and yet also, strangely less.  Today, he’d been wearing an oversized knit sweater, the type you might see a fisherman wear to keep out the cold, paired with rather ill-fitting corduroy pants. The entire ensemble did absolutely nothing to highlight Charles’ body; clearly he had a body somewhere under all that fabric, but Erik couldn’t have told you if he was thin, muscular, pudgy, or somewhere in between.  Despite his complete lack of fashion sense, Xavier’s face more than made up for his clothing choices.  His face… his face was achingly handsome.  It wasn’t quite pretty, not with its slightly too large nose and the freckles, but it was somehow better because of its flaws.

No, Charles Xavier wasn’t pretty.  But damn if Erik was going to tell Sean that Charles’ eyes practically glowed when he was talking about something that got him excited, or that his lips looked just as impossibly red up close as they did from across the room, or that he cheeks flushed an enchanting shade of pink when Erik had teased him about how many books he’d had stuff in his book bag.  Erik wasn’t going to share any of that with Sean.  Sean’s head would probably explode from excitement from the knowledge that Erik had been within five feet of the infamous Charles Xavier.

No, Erik thought, he’d just keep his newfound knowledge of Charles to himself. No need to add fuel to the already raging inferno that was the Charles Xavier rumour mill.  How difficult could it possibly be to keep one little secret from his freshmen roommate?

[brianamorganbooks]

In case you missed it, chapter one is here!

My sleep suffers that night. Charlie doesn’t come back to the room. When I wake up around nine-thirty the next morning, she’s still gone. At first, I’m not sure what’s woken me up—until my phone chirps again from my nightstand. It’s no surprise that even centuries-old boarding schools have text-alert systems now.

Good morning, ladies! Please join me to usher in a successful new school year. Meet in the auditorium at the top of the hour—don’t be tardy.

Sincerely, Headmistress King

I set my phone to silent, throw on some clothes, check my hair in the mirror, and head out of the dorm. I don’t know where I’m going, but I’d rather die than pore over the giant paper map my parents left for me. Nothing says outsider like a junior with a map.

Thankfully, I fall in line with a group on their way out of Meyer. From snatches of their conversation, I gather that they’re headed to the auditorium too. They’re far too absorbed in their chitchat to even notice the new girl with them. As we head down, we pick up a couple more girls, including Billie from the bathroom. She’s talking to a tall blonde girl I haven’t met yet.

“Um, hi,” I say.

“Hello,” she responds. “I’m sorry, what’s your name? Some kind of flower?”

“Rose. Nice to see you again.”

“Likewise.” Her voice is flat. She turns to the blonde to continue their conversation, but the blonde is now staring at me.

“Hi, I’m June. You must be new.”

She’s one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen, and I’m not sure she knows it. Her flawless skin glows in the sun, gold flecks dance in her brown eyes, and her eyelashes cast shadows on her high cheekbones. She’s not wearing any makeup though, and her clothes are athletic wear that might be a size too big. Her only accessory is a sunflower ring. I look down at her sneakers. They’ve seen better days.

Shit, she’s still staring, and I haven’t answered.

“Rose,” I say. “My name is Rose.”

“Rose!” June exclaims. “Beautiful flowers. Hard to take care of. Who are you rooming with?”

“I’m Charlie’s roommate.”

June’s eyebrows shoot up. “Really? That must be… exciting.”

“To say the least.” Billie frowns. “Was she with you last night? We had a hard time finding her.”

It’s my turn to frown. “I just… I thought she was out with her friends.” June and Billie exchange a look.

June changes the subject. “Welcome to Livingston! We’re thrilled to have you.”

“Beyond chuffed,” Billie deadpans.

Jesus. Well, at least June’s trying. I’ve been nothing but cordial to Billie, so I’m not sure what kind of stick is up her ass. Whatever.

Since June seems open to conversation, I press my luck a little.

“Hey, uh, June,” I start. “I know we just met, but can I ask you something?”

She holds the door for me as we step outside. “Yeah, of course you can.”

Billie’s expression darkens, but she doesn’t butt in.

I think back to Charlie’s reaction in our room, the way she froze as she processed what I was saying. How fast she changed the subject.

“Charlie’s last roommate,” I say, “was she—uh, what happened?”

June’s face goes white. “Her sister? Eleanor?”

“We don’t talk about her sister,” Billie says.

I bite my lip. Of course they don’t. That would have been too easy. I guess I’ll have to bide my time.

“You shouldn’t mention Nell,” Billie says.

“Who?” I ask.

“Charlie’s sister,” she says. “Don’t bring her up in front of Charlie.”

“Especially if you’re roommates,” June says.

Shit, okay. Message received. I’ll have to be more careful what I say to Charlie and these girls. I keep getting shot down. Still, at least now I know that Charlie lived with her sister, Eleanor, or Nell for short, before… whatever happened.

The auditorium sits in the space between the dorms and the Arts and Sciences building. As we walk past the imposing brick facade on concrete paths shaded by trees, I can’t help feeling intimidated. Damp leaves stick to my boots—still green, but not for long. Connecticut gets cold, as my goosebumps remind me.

We pass more groups of students, but June and Billie don’t greet them. The other students’ eyes linger on me, struggling to recognize me, before moving on. At least I’m not the only new student on campus, thanks to the freshmen. I won’t stick out as badly.

I want to shrink down and hide among the blades of grass or wrap myself up in June’s golden hair until no one else here can see me.

Thankfully, there’s no sign of Charlie. I don’t know whether I’m ready to face her again, not when I’m so self-conscious and uncertain of myself.

At the top of the marble steps leading to the open doors, two girls hang around smoking. I catch a flash of red hair and try to keep moving, but to my horror, June grabs my arm and pulls me over to Charlie’s friend, a dark-haired Latina I haven’t met. Her winged eyeliner is as crisp as her black bob, and the stare she fixes on me cools my blood.

“We’ve been waiting for you,” Charlie says to June. She doesn’t look at me. A tiny green bandage covers the cut on her face.

June lets go of my hand and kisses the dark-haired girl on the mouth. The other girl’s lipstick transfers to June, tinting her lips red. She doesn’t seem to care. When she pulls away, she gestures to me. “Ronnie, this is Rose. Isn’t she pretty?”

Ronnie quirks an eyebrow at me. “Must be Charlie’s roommate.”

Was Charlie talking shit about me already?

Before I can fire off any retort, Charlie throws her cigarette down and stomps it out. She flips her hair over one shoulder. “Come on, let’s find seats.”

She’s not talking to me.

Billie cocks her head and studies me as the group of girls pass, leaving me to catch up. They might not want me to follow, but they’re the only ones I know. While June seems eager to include me, no one else does.

The girls file into a row of seats toward the back. I start to sit beside June, but then everyone is settled, and there are no seats left. June shoots me an apologetic glance. I swear Charlie smirks.

“Might have luck closer up,” Billie offers, only somewhat helpful.

Reluctantly, I trudge up the aisle until I find an empty seat on the end, about halfway up. My face is on fire, and I swear I feel everyone talking about me, trying to figure out what group I belong to. I’m the only one not caught up in conversation with friends.

Luckily, I don’t have to sit in awkward silence for long. A willowy woman with flowing blonde hair and perfect posture strides onto the stage with a book in her arms. She’s wearing a long black dress with a shawl that I mistake as a cape at first, the way it billows out behind her and makes it look like she’s gliding. Her heels click as she settles into place behind the podium. She adjusts the microphone and looks out over the crowd. I can’t see her eyes well, but I feel like she could look right through me if she wanted. I think she’s in her early twenties.

“Who’s that?” I whisper to the Asian girl beside me.

“Headmistress King,” she says.

I never expected the headmistress to be so close to my age.

“Good morning,” King booms into the microphone. It screeches with feedback, but she ignores it. A few people titter. “Good morning, ladies.”

Her voice is nothing like I expected. It’s authoritative, but not intimidating. She speaks in a singsong, but her face is all business.

A halfhearted chorus of “good morning, headmistress” echoes around the room. I stay silent, mostly because I have no clue what’s going on.

“A new academic year is upon us,” King intones. “That means a fresh start. Make the most of it, I urge you. Choose wisely what’s best for your future and remember that all actions—no matter how small—can have unintended consequences. And sometimes, those consequences can turn tragic.”

She pauses for a minute, for effect I think, until I hear murmurings and whispers all around me. Some girls bow their heads. The black girl on the other side of me closes her eyes.

“Eleanor Masters,” King continues, “was a light in the lives of the people who knew her throughout her eighteen years on this earth. Though that light may have dimmed, it will never go out.”

Charlie’s sister died. Shit. That’s why my room was open.

Another silence falls over the auditorium. I’ve never felt more excluded. I turn to look toward the back of the room, where Charlie and her friends are sitting, but I’m too short to see them.

Up at the podium, King clears her throat. “The administration would like to remind you all that if you’re struggling mentally or emotionally, please seek out campus resources. In addition to our regular counseling staff, we will also have some grief counselors with us for this quarter. And… you may come to me, personally, if you’re uncomfortable speaking with a counselor.”

She pauses again and shuffles her papers. “Take today to prepare for the year. Study well, engage with your classmates, and put your best foot forward. Remember, Livingston girls—”

“Shape the rest of the world,” the students finish in unison. Apparently, I was wrong about not feeling more left out.

A minute or two of chatter ensues while King collects her things. Another woman comes up to the microphone and launches into a speech about time management. I fight to keep my eyes open as another boring speaker follows, and then King returns to the microphone to send us off, thank God.

“That’s all for now, ladies. You are dismissed.”

Everyone stands, and I stand too. But as my row groups up in the aisle, something at the stage’s edge catches my attention. King has descended the staircase and is now absorbed in conversation with a tall, handsome man with sleek, dark hair and bright blue eyes—so bright that I can see them even from this distance. How did I miss his entrance?

King clutches her book to her chest. The man reaches for it and she steps back, shaking her head. They look up and catch me staring.

I blush, avert my gaze, and follow the other students out of the auditorium. A whiff of cigarette smoke smacks my face as soon as I’m outside. Charlie, June, Billie, and Ronnie are grouped up on the steps. Charlie smokes a cigarette and leans against a column. Ronnie lazily waves ribbons of smoke out of her face.

“‘You may come to me, personally’? Maybe she means that, but none of the other teachers want to talk to us.” Ronnie shakes her head. “They only care when it’s a teacher.”

“Last year,” Billie says. “They should have brought in counselors right after it happened.”

“Bureaucratic bullshit,” Charlie declares. “I’m not surprised, though. What did you expect?”

“She had to say that for the investors.” June twists the ring on her finger. “You know that. If she could, she’d–”

“My father is on the goddamn board of trustees. He’s been giving this school money for years. If they really gave a shit, they would have given me time off. Screw what the investors thought.”

“They didn’t give you any time off?” I ask.

Charlie cuts her eyes at me. “I’m sorry, can I help you?”

“Please, Charlie,” June butts in.

Charlie makes a face, but she leaves June alone. She flicks ash in my direction. “What happened is none of your business.”

“Where were you last night?” I ask.

The look she shoots at me is nothing short of scathing. “Not your business, either.”

Right away, I want to crawl under the dirt. Shit, why does she hate me when she doesn’t even know me? Maybe she’s right, maybe it really isn’t any of my business. Maybe I should go with another approach.

“I like your purse,” I say.

She looks at it. “Yeah. Oh, by the way, did you find a little vial in our room?” My heart climbs into my throat. “I uh, it… shattered.”

“What do you mean?” Her eyes are emerald fire. “How did that happen?”

“It fell out of your purse. I dropped it.”

“Well, which one is it?”

“I, uh, um.” They all stare at me. I’m going to puke. “It fell out of your purse. I picked it up and”—and it did some spooky shit—“and I dropped it.”

“And it shattered?” Charlie asks.

I break eye contact with her, not even chancing a glance at the others.

“You should leave us alone,” she says. “I’d hate for you to break something else.”

I want to disappear. Not for the first time, I wish I were back home, where I’d be spending time with family, or working on homework. I sure as shit wouldn’t be fumbling my way through a conversation with strangers who hate me for no reason.

Maybe I’ll go back to the dorms, try to do something productive. Write a new song, maybe play my guitar–something that will help keep my mind off how I’m feeling.

I drop my head to my chest and mumble an apology. I don’t care if Charlie hears it.

Charlie’s laugh and the smell of smoke seem to follow me as I trace the path through the trees back to the dorms. My chest is tight. My eyes burn.

More than anything, I want to break down and cry. I sit on a bench to the side of the walkway and bury my face in my hands. Stupid Charlie. Stupid girls who don’t want anything to do with me.

Stupid me too, for fucking up so bad I got shipped off in the first place.

“You’re an idiot.”

The voice is deep. My head snaps up.

At the edge of the forest, two figures lurk, talking. The man from the auditorium speaks with a boy who looks to be around my age. Though they murmur in hushed tones, the wind carries their words to me.

“You were supposed to ask the Masters girl to bring it to me,” the older man hisses. “I thought that was the plan.”

“Something came up,” the boy says.

“Your girlfriend didn’t cooperate?”

“I didn’t want to—”

“Earth and elementals, do you think I give a damn? If I spent any time thinking about what you wanted, son, nothing in this world would ever get done.”

The boy shifts his weight from one foot to the other. “Why don’t you ask King for it?”

“You don’t think I’ve tried?” The older man scoffs. “I all but threatened her over it today. If you had been there, you might have–”

The bench creaks as I shift my weight to get up. Shit.

His eyes flicker toward me. I freeze as his gaze travels over my face.

He scowls. “Not here. Let’s head back.”

The boy ducks his head. Together, the two of them head into the forest, disappearing in the trees.

I lean forward, bracing my palms against my thighs. What the hell was that? What were they talking about?

Whatever I heard, it didn’t sound good. Combined with the weird interaction between that man and King, something seems way off here. If I had one person here I thought I could trust, maybe I’d tell them about it.

Still, what can I say? I don’t know what I saw. I don’t know what I heard, what they talked about. I could go to King, but I don’t know her, and the thought of talking to her alone makes my stomach flip.

For now, I’ll keep what I saw to myself. What’s the worst that could happen?

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[chuffyfan87]

Growing Pains. Part 1c (NSFW)

“Back in a minute, kids.”

Emily arrived back downstairs just in time to see her parents disappearing into the kitchen giggling. "Do I want to know?" She asked, her eyebrow raised.

Peter and Lottie laughed, “Probably not.”

"They do know we have to eat the food they're cooking in there right?"

“Yep.” Lottie answered. “Em?”

"Yeh?"

“Can I sleep in your room tonight if Tilly’s still sulking with me later on?”

"I s'pose."

“Ta sis!”

"You could just sleep in Peter's old room if you're really desperate." Emily shrugged.

“Ah, never thought about that.” Lottie replied. “Where's Peter gonna sleep though, if I’m in his room?”

"I have a flat..." Peter pointed out with a smile.

“You gotta stay here though! Least for one night. Christmas tradition.” Lottie grinned.

"Of course, what do you think that's for?" Peter gestured to the holdall in the hallway behind where Emily was stood.

“Nice to have you home again, bro.” Lottie playfully punched the top of Peter’s arm.

Before Peter could reply the sound of a loud giggle drifted over from the kitchen. "Louis, stick the TV on please!" He groaned.

“Urgh, are they really doing it in the kitchen?” Louis asked as he turned on the tv.

Charlie gently bit Duffy’s earlobe, “You’re very naughty.” He whispered in her ear.

"You were the one who started it by putting your hand up my skirt!" She giggled.

“Makes you wet, does it? When I put my hand up your skirt?” He did it again, his fingers brushing against her knickers.

Suddenly able to hear the TV from the lounge Duffy gave Charlie a sheepish look. "Busted!" She giggled.

“We’re not doing anything. We’re cooking lunch.” He smirked and removed his hand. “Wait until tonight!”

"Getting shy and retiring in your old age?" She teased.

“Something like that.” He laughed.

"How disappointing..!" She giggled as she ran a finger down his chest before leaving it resting on the waistband of his jeans.

“It’s Christmas. I should allow our children one day off from hearing their parents having sex.”

"You make it sound like we've permanently scared them for life!" She retorted with a grin as she moved to start preparing to dish up dinner. Handing him a pile of plates she smirked. "Make yourself useful then."

“I think we have.” He groaned playfully as he took the plates and began to lay the table.

Following him through with the cutlery she made a point of leaning over the table directly opposite him as she placed them down.

He slapped her arse. Before he closed the gap between them and pressed himself against her.

"Charlie!" She giggled, wriggling playfully.

“You do bad things to me.”

"I just can't help being naughty when I'm around you."

“You just like being spanked.”

"Oh yes please sir!" She replied girlishly, fluttering her eyelashes at him.

He lifted up her skirt and rubbed his hand over her bum cheeks.

She let out a quiet moan of contentment as she backed into him slightly.

He slapped her hard on one cheek.

"And now I remember why I'm glad I don't live at home anymore!" Peter remarked from the doorway, shaking his head fondly. "Everyone is starving, can we eat yet or do you two need to get a room for a bit first?"

“Let me just finish punishing your mum first and then we can eat.” Charlie replied.

"You two are unbelievable, you really are!" Peter sighed, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

“Five minutes? That’s all.” Charlie smiled, “Then I promise we can have lunch.”

"I'm not sure mum is thrilled with that time frame but sure whatever!" Peter retorted over his shoulder as he headed back to the lounge.

As soon as Peter had returned to the lounge, Charlie spanked Duffy again.

"Oof! Sitting down for dinner will be interesting." She giggled.

“Just you wait until tonight, Mrs Fairhead.”

"Is that when I finally get my present?"

“Maybe.”

Duffy pouted as she moved out of his arms and headed back towards the kitchen.

“As long as you promise to wear it for me, tonight in bed.”

"So long as your sizing of my clothes has gotten better over the years..!" She teased.

“I think so.” He smiled.

"Good boy." She picked up the turkey. "Go make yourself useful and carve that!"

Charlie began to carve the turkey, a comfortable silence between them.

It wasn't long before the food was ready to be put on the table. "Kids! Come help carry some dishes through!" Duffy called round the kitchen door.

“Can’t I be on strike, it’s my birthday.” Lottie answered as she wandered into the kitchen with her siblings in tow.

"No, get your butt in here now young lady!"

“Urgh.” Lottie groaned and, very reluctantly, carried some food into the dining room. “Mum?”

"Yes Lottie pop?"

“How an earth did you manage to do all this when we were all little?”

"You all ate less then!" Duffy chuckled.

Lottie laughed. “Not gannets like we all are now?”

"Exactly!"

“So rude.”

"We also had less kids when you were little."

“Didn’t have Oli and Paul?”

"Nope." Duffy placed the dishes in her hands down on the table. "Is Tilly still in a huff upstairs?" She asked.

“Yep.” Lottie nodded, “Want me to go and get her?"

"Please."

Lottie went to the bottom of the stairs, “Tots! It’s lunch time!”

"Urgh, coming." Tilly replied, pushing herself up from where she'd flopped onto her bed.

Lottie waited at the bottom of the stairs for her sister.

"Still can't get round this stupid thing." Tilly rolled her eyes, shoving the phone into her pocket as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Why are you so determined to get round the parental controls, Tots?” Lottie asked quietly, “You’re not in trouble, are you?"

"No!" Tilly rolled her eyes. "Just coz." She shrugged.

“I’m sure you’ll find a way.” They went into the dining room.

"I can always ask one of the geeks at school." Tilly shrugged.

“Yeah you could.”

Eventually everyone was gathered around the table ready to dig into the meal. They had a pleasant conversation over lunch. It was nice to have everyone together as they were often here, there and everywhere doing various things. But despite that, they were still a pretty close knit family.

A little while later the meal was finished and everyone was back sat in the lounge, the grown ups half snoozing on the sofa whilst the younger kids played with their toys and the teenagers watched a film.

Charlie was dozing, beginning to snore slightly.

"Daddy sounds like a train!" Paul giggled.

Oli laughed, “He always sounds like a train.”

The boys cracked up laughing making train noises at each other which soon woke up Charlie.

"Daddy is a train!" The boys continued to giggle.

“I’m a train?” Charlie asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"You sound like a train when you snore." Duffy explained, giggling.

Charlie shook his head fondly, “Do I really?”

"Personally I think it's more like a jet taking off..!" She teased.

He gasped. “So rude.”

"You did ask." She smirked.

“I did.”

"At least I don't snore."

“Only occasionally.”

"I do not!" She drew herself up to her full height sat on the sofa.

“I beg to differ.”

"I'm the perfect bed companion!" She countered.

“You are when you’re not sticking your cold hands and feet on me.”

"But you're so warm!" She pouted.

“And you’re always cold.”

"See? The perfect combination." She smiled.

He smiled brightly, “Love you.”

"Good!" She leaned forward to kiss him before settling into his arms.

He ran his hand through her hair as she settled into his arms.

After having a doze they all had a light tea and then the youngest boys went to bed. It didn't take them long to fall asleep despite their protests that they weren't tired.

Charlie watched them quietly for a while. He loved those little boys so much!

Whilst Charlie put the boys to bed Duffy and the girls sat in the lounge watching a film and painting each other's nails. The older boys had decamped to the dining room to chat and play computer games.

Charlie had got lucky when he landed on his feet with Duffy. Very lucky indeed. He was upstairs for ages.

When he eventually came downstairs Duffy waved her fingernails at him. "What do you think? Emmy picked the colour, Tilly painted my fingers and Lottie painted my toes."

“Lovely colour, it suits you.”

"Yeh, I wasn't sure but Emmy said it would suit my colouring so I gave it a whirl."

“She’s right, it does.”

"I'll have to get you to pick my make up more often Emmy."

Emily smiled, “I just have an eye for what colouring suits people.”

"Those art lessons are coming in handy." Duffy smiled.

“Yes mama.” Emily grinned.

"Are you joining us for the movie or going to play what I'm sure is some horribly violent video game with the boys?" Duffy asked Charlie.

“I might go and play the video game with the boys.”

"I don't know how you can play those games, they're so horrible!" Duffy grimaced.

“They’re not that graphic. It could be worse.”

"I see enough blood and guts at work thanks very much!"

“I know.” He smiled sadly, “They don’t play on it all the time, do they? Just occasionally at night, killing aliens.”

"I don't think so."

He kissed her cheek.

"Shh! It's getting to the good bit!" Lottie complained.

[almaasi]

reaction post typed while watching SPN 14x01 “Stranger in a Strange Land”

oh boy WHAT A GOOD START

03:13pm

I AM READY (slash not ready at all) FOR CAS BEING VERY SAD ABOUT DEAN FOR MULTIPLE EPISODES STRAIGHT (slash not straight at all)

i know almost nothing about this season besides dean being micheal for longer than he was a demon, and cas being :< the saddest puppy

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03:15

yoooo i need to go find some headphones because i can hear all the BLRAHAHRGAH but voices are muffled

brb

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03:18

headphones acquired

now let’s do this recap again

i paused on alexander’s boobs

i still don’t get why breasts are censored and non-breasts are not. like. they’re literally the same just less squishy???

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WHOA THESE HEADPHONES HAVE BASS. i haven’t heard bass in months

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okay no the issue with voices is the video file, not my speakers

welp guess i gotta just deal with it and squint at the screen because somehow that makes it easier to hear shit idk

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03:22

still mid-key bummed about gabriel and dean yelling “gabe no!!!”

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03:23

sam driving the impala alone is such a sad sight

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i can head the adhan (muslim call the prayer) in the background

pffffff of course michael goes to arabia

i guess he teleported.... i guess that’s better than taking poor dean on a plane

oh wait the adhan was on dean’s phone??? jsdfghd unsure what to make of that

oH MY GOD MICHEL IS MUSLIM

THIS MAKES ME WEIRDLY HAPPY

IDK WHAT OTHER PEOPLE THINK OF THIS BUT I AM A FAN

oh wait never mind that’s nOT DEAn

IT LOOKED LIKE HIM OKAY, in profile, lying in bed

WHOOPS

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oh god this guy better not die

i feel such immediate fondness

please let him be gentle and loving and important and not a terrorist or a red shirt

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THIS IS MAKING ME SO EMOTIONAL I HAVEN’T HEARD ANYONE SAYING THESE PRAYERS IN SO LONG

one time i was in the school playground and i think someone asked if i could speak any other language and i said nope but i could say that prayer...... and they made me repeat so they could laugh at me again

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also the dude skipped a whole surah (verse) and a hands-on-the-knees-bow before sijda (kneeling)

i guess it’s a timing thing but jsdgjgd INACCURACY

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03:32

JENSEN PRAYING LIKE THAT PROBABLY SHOULDN’T BE A TURN-ON BUT WOWWW

PLEASE DO THAT A LOT MORE

his pronunciation was so beautiful, shoutout to whichever dialect coach sat there helping him say it right

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03:34

“if you really cared about peace, you never would’ve left syria”

MICHEAL IS AN ASSHOLE

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03:35

micheal: “you’re lost, and not worth saving”

definitely two distinct destiel concepts turned on their heads in six words there

cas’ “when he first laid his hand on you in hell, he was LOST”

and dean’s “you don’t think you deserve to be saved”

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03:38

ooooo nice title card with the flapping wings

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03:39

it’s so nice seeing the bunker crowded with good guys

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03:39

this guy: sam season 18

500 other people probably made this joke already

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03:42

sam: “maggie, can you hack the traffic cams on the freeway?”

maggie: “um................... no?”

relatable

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03:44

BOBBY AND JACK YAYYY

god this makes me wanna write all the AUs where it’s not weird that character x is alive at the same time as character y. i know i do that a lot anyway but I WANT MORE

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03:47

southern suit guy: “castiel... darling”

cas: “oh god” >:|

i love how cas is so done with everything and everyone, forever

my love for him knows no bounds

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and i love that cas is still curious enough to ask “what did you just order?”

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03:50

cas: *very calm, very stern, very slow* “does any demon know where dean winchester is?”

vs

*throws monster against tree* “WHERE’S THE ANGEL”

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03:51

demon: “and how is it you lost dean? i thought the two of you were joined at the.......” *gestures to crotch* “you know... everything”

IS IT QUEERBAITING OR IS IT JUST QUEER WE JUST DON’T KNOW

BUT I’M ENJOYING IT

I’LL FUCKING TAKE IT, THANK YOU ANDREW DABB

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03:54

oh cas :c

poor cas

he probably needs to read “how to win friends and influence people” tbh

if his first port of call to bargaining with demons is threatening them, that’s not getting him anywhere in the long run

not saying he deserved getting beaten up by a gang (hell no) but he probably could’ve offered, like, an angel feather or something

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also whenever something bad happens to cas what makes me saddest is knowing that somewhere in the world there are people grinning with glee and taking it as confirmation that the character is worthless

i probably shouldn’t think about that but i do anyway

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03:58

oh hey danneel!!! i didn’t know she’d be back, i’m glad she is

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03:59

michael: “you don’t recognise me with this pretty face?”

1. michael thinks dean is pretty

2. i wonder how many casual viewers aren’t aware these two are married

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04:02

you know what i find interesting

jensen seems to be able to control his face so that he doesn’t look obviously attracted to danneel in this scene (besides the chin touch)

i think his pupils are slightly dilated but that might be the low light

which leads me to believe

1. he’s trying extra hard because He’s Married To Her (and micheal has intense facial control anyway)

1.1. he doesn’t try so hard with misha because he doesn’t realise he’s doing it

2. he does the hearteyes and lip-licks with misha/cas on purpose because DEAN is attracted to cas

or ALL OF THE ABOVE

(and while 1.1 and 2 may seem to conflict, i theorise that jensen allows his natural reactions to show because he knows he likes misha and knows dean likes cas??)

anyway my point is that he showed less outward attraction to his wife than he does to his boyfriend and there’s probably a good reason for that and jensen was thinking about it while acting

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04:08

the way michael hisses when he says “a placccccee..” and wobbles his head when he says “it’s very very human of you” reminds me of kaa from the jungle book (specifically the scarlett johannson live action/cgi version)

he a snek

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micheal: “if they’re all these sad... lost... fallen things, maybe they’re not worth saving either”

clearly this guy never heard the story about the starfish

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04:14

ugh lucifer’s still here? or ... wait is this the vessel?? oh mannnn poor dude

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04:17

oh no sam, seeing his torturer being an okay guy now

everyone in this show is so traumatised

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04:18

demon suit guy: “i’m the boy who’s got your angel! and you wanna seem him again... you know, alive, we should probably chat”

sam is having a bad day, i see

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04:19

what’s cool about this episode so far is that yeah there’s a LOT going on

but it’s balanced and makes sense and is informative and entertaining, not a garbage pile of chaos like a deadly duo episode would be

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04:23

cas does the best eye-rolls

and his eyelashes are so pretty

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04:40

kip: “so take the deal, sam, before i stop trying to be crowley...... and show you who i really am”

a good line

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04:44

hey the black dude survived!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the demon’s vessel is fine!!!!

that’s new

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04:46

the fact the humans can all come out of that fight just looking lightly scratched and cas looks like he was attacked by a giant squirrel is quite a feat

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04:48

jack: “all i did was get punched in the face”

cas: “to be fair, we all got punched in the face”

face punch solidarity!!

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04:49

jack says without power he’s useless

cas: “oh jack... that’s just not true”

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT 300% LEVEL COMPLETED POWER BOOST TO ALL STATS

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04:52

oh heckie deckie it looks like michael is gonna raise an army of monsters

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WELP THAT WAS GREAT

10/10

NOBODY I CARED ABOUT DIED

SAVING PEOPLE, HUNTING THINGS

THE FAMILY BUSINESS

I LOVE WHEN THEY ALL LOVE EACH OTHER AND WORK TOGETHER

i look forward to seeing charlie and rowena later!!! since they’re still alive in this universe i believe

god this show is so much better when people aren’t dead

i still mourn for kevin though

jack is a lil cutie patootie, maggie is adorable also. like mice in a house of rabbits

cas is still and forever my favourite. <3 <3 <3 and i love when he’s such a valued part of the team and knows it implicitly

CAS IS LOVED AND KNOWS IT, AND LOVES OTHERS AND IS CLEAR ABOUT IT

HALLELUJAH

[m11leven]

Ever fallen in love with someone (you shouldn't have fallen in love with?) -

-chapter three : I'll only end up losing you

a/n : I'm back???? Sorry for taking so long on such a short chapter??? Please still read it I hope you like it!

Summary : the party eats pizza and continues to be oblivious to each others feelings.

Ao3

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“The saddest kind of sad is the sad that tries not to be sad. You know when sad tries to bite its lip and not cry and go “no, I’m happy for you!” that's when it's really sad”

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“Hi Mike” She can't fucking breathe, he looks heavenly. He looks the way he sounded on the phone earlier, soft. He looked happy. “I brought you ice cream! We couldn't decide so we bought four kinds!” he laid the ice cream down on the floor and stretched his (uncontrollably long) hands in the air.

“You didn’t have to buy four kinds, I’m fine with just one” she stood up and walked over to him to greet him, he opened his arms to her, pulling her into a warm embrace. She hugged him back, trying to act as if her heart wasn’t swelling (or aching, she couldn’t really tell the difference at this point) at the thought of his kindness. He ruffled her still damp hair and kept walking into the living room to greet Dustin.

She walked into the kitchen, where Lucas was stationed.

“Did you order already?” she asked him, looking out the window of their tiny kitchen. “Yeah,” he looked kind of sad, kind of like he was trying to hide it from Max that was standing by the fridge, scanning through it to find something to eat, because if Max wasn’t eating she was definitely hungry.

“When was the last time you guys went to the store? There is literally nothing in here!” Max sighed dramatically, not even trying to hide her disappointment. El looked at her, are you for real right now? “I went to the store like two days ago and besides,” she looked over to where Mike and Dustin were engaged in a conversation, “didn’t you just get married yesterday? Don’t you have a ton of leftovers in your fridge?” she looked at her and flashed a joking smile, “my husband literally just bought you four boxes of ice cream, you’re not really allowed to make fun of my eating habits right now, Hopper!” Max kicked her lightly in the shin. She pretended to fall back in pain, laughing and landing on Dustin who caught her, “hi Dusty!” she looked up at him and smiled as he cringed at the nickname, “hi Ellie!” he looked down at her and laughed.

“Uh, guys? Is Will coming over too?” Mike yelled from the living room, “Yeah, I think so. Unless…”

“Unless what?”

Max rolled her eyes at Mike, “unless he’s with Charlie” the redhead said mockingly. Will’s boyfriend Charlie was pretty cool. He was a real artistic type, studying modern art or something. None of them were quite sure. Will seemed happy and to be honest? He deserved it.

He spent nearly every day with him, he would go away for school in a few weeks so they didn't really blame him.

El was about to say something regarding the matter when the doorbell rang.

An overexcited Dustin yelled “Pizza!” and started running towards the door with Max following him swiftly.

The boy that delivered the pizza was only a few years younger than they were, he’d gone to high school with them. He congratulated Max on the engagement to which she smiled and then proceeded to tell him that “we’re actually married now!” then she showed him the ring.

The pizza was great, it almost made her forget the fact that she wanted to puke.

Almost.

“So, you guys want to watch star wars or…” Dustin was sat in front of the tiny tv Lucas had bought off of his uncle a few months ago, looking for a movie to watch, “we also have back to the future, ooh the shining, It’s been a while since we watched that, hasn’t it Max?” He grinned at the redhead that was sitting behind him. She pointed her middle finger at him and scoffed.

“I wasn’t that scared”

“Sure you weren’t,” Mike laughed at the girl in his arms but when she shot him a glare however his smile faded, “I say we go for back to the future, to warm up for the new one!”

“I always forget how much I love that movie,” Dustin was lying on the floor, stationed with a bag of Cheetos and a three musketeers bar next to him (“just let me eat my nougat and I'll let you eat your gross eggos!”) “Wanna watch another one?”

El really disliked this. Her two best friends were married! They’re married to each other. But she’d learned a long tima ago that she’d have to be ok with it if she wanted to keep both her best friends in her life.

Mike and Max were an unlikely couple, to say the least. They both had explosive personalities which caused them to clash. They fought like crazy when they fought but surprisingly that had never caused them to leave each other. (unfortunately). During their junior prom Lucas lost it at Mike when he’d hurt Max with a snarky comment but at the end of the night, Lucas and El found them in the middle of a heated make-out session behind the school. El felt her heart burn and her stomach sank at the sight.

She’d spent the night at Lucas’ place that night, the first night of many spent making sure Lucas was ok.

“Do you guys wanna stay over? It's like one am and I don't care how good of a driver you are Max, you cannot drive after those two beers you've had” Lucas laughed and Max frowned at him. “Fine. We’ll stay.”

Max and Mike stayed in Lucas’ bed and Lucas stayed with El in her room.

“This feels a bit like old times, huh?” Lucas laughed, reminding El of their high school sleepovers. “I guess,” she laughed too “just promise not to spill Gatorade over my bed like that one time. It turned my sheets blue.” He laughed at the fond memory, “in my defence, you startled me”

She fixed him a look, “sure”, she rolled her eyes jokingly at him, “sure I did.”

Lucas was about to retort with some brilliant comeback, no doubt when the door swung open. Mike’s face peered in. “Are you staying here Lucas?” he asked confusedly.

“Yeah? I am” Lucas was equally as confused. He always slept in El’s room when they stayed over. “Yeah, ok, no, I mean-” Mike stammered. He looked… nervous. There was an emotion in his eyes that she couldn’t quite read. He walked out leaving a confused El and Lucas behind.

“What the hell was that” El whisper screamed at Lucas. “He was… jealous?” El stared at him in shock. Even the notion that Mike was jealous of Lucas staying in her room was absurd, just as absurd as Lucas bringing that up as a reason for him to act strangely. It was just the way that Mike was, sometimes he was a bit out of it, he was probably a bit tired. It was almost two-thirty in the morning and she doubted that he’d gotten a lot of sleep the night before due to reasons she was entirely uncomfortable thinking about.

“Yeah, right,” El scoffed. “Next thing I know he’ll be dumping Max and falling at my feet! ‘Oh El! I was wrong this whole time! You’re the love of my life!” She mocked sarcastically. Lucas rolled his eyes at her.

She threw her pillow at him “shut the fuck up Lucas, he was clearly out of it, you know how he gets when he’s tired!”

“He never stutters, maybe he-”

El’s stomach stung with a feeling she could only recognize as disappointment, “can you drop it?” she whispered.

“I’m sorry, El,” Lucas climbed over the bed and took her into his arms, “It’s ok,” he rubbed her back as she clinged to his taller frame. “You’re my best friend, you know that, right?” she said to him softly, “I thought Max was your best friend”

“You can have more than one, you know that, right?” she peered at him through her eyelashes, “You’re my best friend too”.

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Someone was shaking her. Why does waking up always involve someone shaking her until she finally wakes up?

“El! You gotta wake up!”

She opened her eyes and sat up immediately when she saw who it was. It was Mike. Mike with a tear stained face.

“Mike, what’s wrong?” she reached for a hoodie and put it on while he caught his breath. “Can we go for a drive?” was all he could say back.

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Tagging : @paladinsthings @spaceshakes

A/n : so, I know it's been a few months and that was definitely not planned, I'm sorry about that. All that being said, I hope to get a new chapter out soon, hope you liked this one!

[legalmargamind]

Submission post: Mission Report : The Night Camila Killed Me

Okay, so I was super nervous for this entire thing! I was already having an emotional night because my date and I had been fighting ever since she landed a few hours before we were suppose to be at the venue. I decided to dress it down a bit because I wasn’t sure what C would be wearing so I wore tight ripped jeans, 6in Timbs and a long khaki coat over my blue blouse because it was cold af outside. My girl was wearing a black jumpsuit and a long black coat. I opted for medium makeup because I intended on dancing and enjoying all of the performances but really focused on the eyes because we all know she has a thing for green eyes.  Anyway…I watched her perform and her corset outfit on stage had me drooling like a typical fangirl. Her vocals were on point and she’s such an entertainer! I wasn’t sure I would still get to meet her but while I was dancing to Charlie Puth, I got the text from my connect to start heading backstage because I had less than 10mins to say hi. I dragged my girl behind me literally while we were being escorted backstage and when I saw C walking towards us through a sea of people, my breath caught in my throat. She looked like an angel from heaven. She was a tiny bit hoarse (sexy) and even though her handlers were watching the clock she made me feel like we had all night to talk 😏.  So, I introduced myself and she gave me and my girl the biggest hugs and she complimented my perfume and asked what I was wearing which is funny because her wifey, Ariana Grande and I wear the same fragrance lol. The first thing I noticed was my gaydar sizzling and pinging off the charts but maybe it was wishful thinking. I also didn’t realize she was so tiny but then again I was in heels and she is like 5'2ish lol.  After she hugged me we were ushered to a corner where tons of security and random people were walking by us and her people were hovering like secret agents. The entire time we were moving, she kept her hand on my lower back (like the daddy she is 😏). Lmao, so she asked where I was from and I told her and my date kinda hung back a little so she didn’t really interact with her much.   She complimented my eyes (score for me) and was so charming throughout our chat that I’m sure I was swooning. I told her I loved her set, she sounds amazing live and I had already pre-ordered her album and she seemed so genuinely surprised and grateful. I was like stop it you’re amazing and she hugged me 😏.  Juicy bits! OK, so I said she was talented and brave and she thanked me and asked what I did and I said I’m an ER nurse and she said that was really cool. And I was like eh some days lol. She asked what I did for fun because it must be stressful being a nurse and I smirked (I’m so glad you asked that Ms. Cabello lol) and I said I pretty much live on YouTube and Tumblr (😉) and she was like I love Tumblr! She said she doesn’t have much time to post like she used to but she still checks it out. I asked her if she follows herself on there and she said it’s weird to search for herself. I said she needs to check out the fanblrs and shipper blogs. I made it a point to say that I follow all the big Camila fanpages and shipper Tumblrs and started rattling off all of the popular Camren pages I could think of and she said yeah I think I’ve seen some of those but she wasn’t sure 😏. O.M.G she stalks Camren pages people!!! I knew she did! She said she’s so grateful for the fans that support her and share everything with her and she’ll always be grateful for all of us. Awwwwww! (side note: I think it’s interesting how comfortable she was with me bringing up Camren so nonchalantly like she didn’t bat an eyelash or try to change the subject at all. She was just like yeah I’ve seen those like it was something so natural.) So, I decided to turn it up a few notches and I brushed my hand on her waist and complimented her corset and said she looks so hot and I was drooling seeing her on stage and my date was jealous. She dished it right back and said she better treat me right or she’s gonna steal me away.  (ppl I almost died!!) She asked how long we were dating and I said we’re not dating yet because it’s complicated (it really is) and she said if it’s true love and I feel it then just go for it because we were both beautiful and she could tell watching us walking together that we had chemistry. This is when I fell for her (again), she said you just gotta go for it. Lol love advice from C herself! I said I was hoping to have our first actual date tonight after we left the concert and she held my hand and asked if I followed her on IG. (I nodded) and she said dm me and tell me how it goes. (ya’ll I died again) so I said of course! I said thank you for being so supportive and she said squeezed my hand and interlaced our fingers and hugged me again. I dunno why but I whispered I love you in her ear and she said I love you too and I stg we started dating from that moment lol jk of course. Her handlers came over and said she needed to go and she waved them off and said just a couple more minutes.  She asked me my age and said she thought I was like 22 and I was like awww thanks (she was just being nice) lol. I said she made my night and she thanked me and signed my ticket stub because I literally had nothing else for her to sign. She took a picture with us and I said she owed me a signature on her album and I’ll have it with me next time I see her in concert and she said she’ll take me out to dinner if she misses the opportunity to sign her album for me (so suave but did Camila Cabello say she’ll take me out? ☠️) and I blushed after I came back from dying again.  Her handler came back again and she said she had to go so we hugged again and she kissed my cheek and moved so super fast that she almost kissed me on the lips like it was at the corner of my mouth and I froze and she just smirked and said oh Im sorry and waved at my date and said I love you and waved as she was being pulled away and then she turned around and winked and that my dear fam is when I squealed and died a final time. My girl and I were being escorted back out to the front back to our seats but not before we saw Kelly Clarkson with her security and she smiled at us!! Omg such an amazing experience!!  I will forever stan C who is a beautiful angel, who was a true to life dork yet so suave and a sweetheart and I can still smell her perfume on my coat and I will probably hang it up in my closet with plastic on it and not wear it again lol.  I really didn’t find out anything we didn’t already know but Im hesitant to say she’s gay. At the very least she’s bisexual because if she’s straight then I’m a straight lol. She was sweet and comfortable even with me blatantly flirting with her and her energy was very strong but not overbearing which is what you’d expect to feel when a top is in your space. I think she’ll come out on her own terms but I would be surprised if she does address her sexuality publicly this early in her solo career and I would be surprised if she does address herself as straight because everything I experienced and being a lover of the ladies myself says she’s not even close to being straight. My gaydar has never been wrong ever!  I’m so glad I had the opportunity to meet her and I hope to meet her again in the future because I felt so warm next to her and she has this charm and sparkle about her that I’ve never experienced before. She’s beautiful,  present and supportive of the fandom and I wish her nothing but success in everything. 💝

[theas-bedtime-stories]

Underestimated

Summary: AU in which Sam returned to Stanford where he met the reader and they move in together Pairing: Sam x reader Word Count: 1,727 Warnings: None A/N: This is my very belated entry for the competition held by @casbabydontgoineedyou to celebrate 1,000 followers. You deserve so many more you are amazing! To think you are now hosting a 2k follower challenge, I am so proud of you <3  I am sorry it is late but I finally got a new laptop, this isn’t what I had originally written as that file is still to be recovered but I hope you like this. Prompt I got was #14 “Don’t let my dramatic entrance fool you - I have no idea what I am doing”

A/N 2: Shout out to @rosey-persephone for being my inspiration due to her amazing musical talent.

“Food’s ready!” You shout to the empty room as you pull your famous pasta bake out of the oven. You can hear the scrambling stampede which is your fiancé as he rushes to break-free from all the paperwork that he is undoubtedly buried in.

You are both in your final year at Stanford although you are doing completely different degrees. Whilst your fiancé is studying law you opted for a more creative, and debatably difficult, subject; music. You spent most of your time composing and practicing whilst he revised on the couch or up in the bedroom. You had been lucky that, upon announcing your engagement to your parents your father had become flustered and furious. Worried that he still hadn’t come to terms that you were with someone of a lower status to yourself you dragged him out of your parents living room; ready for a shouting match. It was then that your father had called for his secretary, mumbling indistinguishably about something being unacceptable and how you deserved better.

The feeling of warm, strong, arms wrapping around your waist brought you back to the present. Resting your head against the shoulder behind you for a moment, you can’t help but voice just how blessed you truly are.

“Sit down, I will finish serving up” Smiling you go to disagree only to be interrupted by a finger on your lips. A comfortable silence falls between the two of you as sit, waiting for him to finish piling the food onto your plates.

“Are you happy?” you mutter as he lays your plate before you. His eyebrows knit together as he lowers himself into his chair. “I mean here. Are you happy here?” You rush to get your words out as he opens his mouth to respond. “I mean I know this isn’t the lifestyle you were used to, nor was it what you expected I just...”

“We could be living in a box on the streets and I would be happy along as you were there Y/N.” A soft smile reaches his eyes as he studies you, eyes flickering from your nose to your ears to your eyes and your lips. “We should eat before this gets cold, I don’t know about you but I’m starving.”

It’s not vain to think this is the best thing you have ever tasted, you tell yourself as the hot cheese hits your tongue, swiftly followed by the tomato and basil sauce. A small moan of appreciation escapes your companions throat, just another small trait of his that barely sees the light of day but every time it does you fall deeper in love with him. “How’s the revision going Sammy?” you inquire once he stops for breath.

“Good exams not for another few weeks so I have plenty of time to finish going over the last two modules. Would you mind testing me a bit in a few days?”

“Of course I don’t mind. Although I do need to do some more composition and need to record it. Do you mind filming me tomorrow before dinner so I can see how the whole thing sounds when digitised?”

“I mean yeah but it’s not like it’s too difficult, it sounds pretty amazing already and that’s without the piano added to the vocals.” You can see the gears clicking in his head as he fashions some white lie, you wait patiently with almost a feeling of excitement alongside your anticipation to see what he comes up with this time. You are the creative one in the relationship but he isn’t half bad when it comes to creating an image with is imagination. “Did I ever tell you that I am classically trained on the grand piano?”

Stifling a laugh, you play along, never before has he tried to step foot in your genre, your territory. “Oh wow, no you never told me. When was this? Where did you train?”

“You remember me saying I took a gap year after high school before staring at Stanford?” You hum as you remember the mystery behind where he went and why. He had told you that it had been a family thing that his brother dragged him on. “Well I went to England for a year and did a crash course at the Royal Academy of Music, I was such a fast learner that I only needed to stay a year before I had mastered all of Beethoven’s symphonies.”

“Any?” You ask, bowing your head as you get up so as to hide the smirk which has begun to make an appearance.

“Any.” He nods in agreement.

Humming thoughtfully to yourself, you begin to clear the table, placing the dirty crockery in the dishwasher you decide to have a little fun with this.

“So you can play Beethoven’s 21st Sonata? I have always loved that piece, it is so intricate and beautiful.” You ask, putting on your best voice of innocence as you link your fingers together. “It would be nice to have someone playing me the music for once.” With a flutter of your eyelashes you know you have him bending to your will.

He chews his lip before responding. “Remind me which one that is then of course I will show you what a highly trained classical pianist is capable of.”

“Babe it’s Waldstein one of his most complicated pieces ever.” With that he picks you up, plonking you into your favourite of the armchairs that face your piano. He tells you to wait there, and cover your eyes so that it is a better surprise.

Your mind wanders back to the conversation with your father. He had been so disgruntled, you would never have guessed that it was not your choice in man that had upset him, but the idea of you growing up and starting your life together in his crappy little apartment that you two had been sharing because it was nearer to campus then yours and neither of you could afford a car. Within an hour he had found you a four bedroom, luxury home in Faxon First, only a 10-minute drive from the university. It was ridiculously bigger than what you needed, with over 9,500 square feet of land for yourselves. It was the stunning pool in the back garden that had you entranced with the place, Sam, being the fitness freak he is, was in complete admiration of the gym, pool and tennis courts. Without batting an eye lid your dad spent nineteen million dollars on buying it alone, refusing to tell you the cost of all the other items he was adding such as a brand new, state of the art, grand piano to go in the living room. It was a massive upgrade from the one-bedroom apartment you had been living out of, despite the disapproval of your parents, and was even a little overwhelming. When you had tried to argue that there was no way you would have time to clean it he waved a hand to silence you, saying that no Y/L/N should ever do their own housework. You moved in a few weeks later to find your new housemaid awaiting your instructions. You and Sam had allowed her to stay in one of the spare rooms, deciding that she should get to live in this excellent home that she was keeping clean. You had grown quite fond of Charlie, and though she very rarely ate with you guys, she had become more a friend then a member of staff. The thing that showed you how much he really accepted Sam into the family though was when he brought Sam a 1967 Chevy Impala, just like the one his brother had inherited of their father.

A loud crash from the master bedroom brought you back to the present. You were almost convinced that you had imagined it when it happened again but before you have a chance to ask what has happened Sam shouts a lightly breathless yet also triumphant “I’m Okay!” down the stairs. His declaration is followed by what sounds like the rolling of thunder, and, if you weren’t mistaken, a cat yowling.

A moment later you hear the soft fall of his feet as he makes his way down the stairs. “Open your eyes Y/N”. He needn’t tell you twice before your head whips round to look at him.

He’s standing on the middle of the stairs, one hand on the banister, the other behind his back. He looks utterly ridiculous in the tailcoat that you bought him for family gatherings, white gloves stretch around his hands and to match he has a white waistcoat and white bowtie on top of one of his white shirts. He has his best Italian shoes on and a….

“Is that a Top-hat?” You demand, despite knowing full well that it was, as you point at the atrocity on his head. Despite this his hair manages to still look majestic as it has been slicked back and tucked behind his ears.

With a wink, Sam tips his hat before robotically descending the rest of the stairs and making his way towards the piano, sharply throwing the tail of his coat in the air as he drops onto the piano stool which is several inches too high for his long legs but he doesn’t seem to care. As your breath catches in your throat with anticipation, wondering how he is going to pull it off this time, he snaps his head in your direction; making intense eye contact as he lifts his hands into the air, letting them hover above the keys. He maintains the deep eye contact as you tuck your legs beneath you and he slams his hands on the keys. The jarring sound makes you wince in discomfort. Somehow he manages to keep a straight face through the entire ordeal, pressing random keys and using the pedals to cause utter chaos.

It is only when you can no longer contain your laughter that he breaks his stoic portrayal. “Don’t let my dramatic entrance fool you – I have no idea what I’m doing” he shrugs as you struggle to form words through your laughter.

“You don’t say” you finally manage to squeeze out.

With a playful smirk he begins to rid himself of his, interesting, attire, it is whilst you are admiring the strong muscles on his back that you realise something. “Babe?” He pauses to look at you, stood on one leg whilst he tackles the other to remove his trousers. “We don’t have a cat...”

Tags: @aiaranradnay , @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid

[tuckinpodcast-blog]

EPISODE TWO: THE QUEERING OF RUDOLPH VALENTINO

LISTEN: SOUNDCLOUD / ITUNES

NOTES: You can kinda hear my cat crying  this one. (Give me a break, I’m one man recording in my bedroom after my day job.)

SOURCES: listed at the end of transcript

TRANSCRIPT:

Hi. Welcome to Tuck In, We’re Rolling: Queer Hollywood Stories. I’;m Jack, and this week and this week, we’re going to be talking about the queering of Rudolph Valentino. Rudolph Valentino is kind of an interesting person to talk about and I mentioned in, uh, in the episode before this, Episode Zero, that he’s not gay. And we will get to why we’re talking about him Now, I want to talk a little bit about the context of this story. This mostly takes place in the 1920′s, and as most people, I feel, are aware this was like -- the Great Jazz Age, you know, it gave us the -- The Great Gatsby, and the flapper revolution; these girls who smoked a lot of cigarettes and you know, didn’t necessarily want to be tired down. And you know, they did all of these fun things, and it was, you know, it was a mini sexual revolution and there was a lot of ambivalence towards gender roles.

And this is where our boy Rudy Valentino comes into play.

Rudolph Valentino was born in Italy, in Castalanetta – not a paisan, but we'll forgive him. He was born in 1895, and he immigrated to the United States through Ellis Island in 1913. While he was in New York, he made his way as something called a “tango pirate” or a “lounge lizard”. These are very funny names for basically what amounts to a high end male escort. He would take uh, rich older women dancing and spend time with them. And interestingly, this is how Clark Gable and Cary Grant made their living before they became famous.

But, I digress. RV first came into the public eye in 1915 during a divorce trial for a Chilean heiress at which he was giving testimony. And this is when the world kind of first looked at him like, “Who the heck is this guy?” He's very obviously foreign, he's very dark-looking, he's very slim, and there's something just very feminine about him. Now, in the course of this divorce trial, the husband of the heiress had him arrested and put away so that he couldn't give any more testimony, and shortly after he's released off of these um, these charges, the heiress murders her husband. And this point is when Valentino says, “You know, maybe I should get out of town for a little while.”

So, he does. And he goes to Hollywood, and when he gets to Hollywood, he finds a ton of rich older ladies who want to take care of him, and they do. They pay him to teach them how to dance and they give him cars to use. And they – at the same time, he's kind of snapped up to play bit parts by Paramount. And around this time is when he decides to marry a woman by the name of Jean Acker. And this is a huge mistake. Jean Acker is a lesbian who locks him out of their hotel room on their wedding night. That's another story for another day, but let's get back to Valentino himself.

In 1921, he makes a movie called The Four Horseman of the Apocalypse, and this is kind of an important movie because it's one of the highest grossing silent films ever. And in 1921 he also made a movie called The Sheik. And, I'll – things like this are gonna come up a couple of times, where Hollywood doesn't want to cast actual people of color in roles like this. So they look at someone who looks like Valentino, very obviously foreign, very dark, and they're like, “Well, he's fine. We'll use him.” And I don't want to shy away from things like this because I feel like not mentioning it is denying that it ever happened. And yes, it was wrong, but this is what happened.

So after he makes The Sheik, this guy named Dick Dorgan – and that's, I'm not making that up – a guy named Dick Dorgan writes in Photoplay magazine – and Photoplay is kind of the Teen Beat or People of silent era film – and this is a direct quote and the language is a little strong, but it's a direct quote as I said. Dick Dorgan wrote, “The sheik is a bum Arab. He's really an Englishman who's mother is a wop or something.”

Now, this is kind of the first time since Rudolph Valentino has become a movie star that someone's really kinda of thrown down the gauntlet or come at him like this, and he's pretty pissed off about it – I mean, I would be too. So he tries to get Dick Dorgan banned from the studio, and Photoplay is like, “Oh, we're sorry, it won't happen again, you know – the next time we run an article about you, babe, don't worry about it. It's gonna be super positive.”

And then, of course, Photoplay publishes another article that's called A Song Of Hate. And it's supposedly, uh, like a good-natured like, “haha, this guy dances too well and he looks too good, haha, isn't that funny?” But it goes on to say some pretty strong stuff about his 'Roman face', 'patent leather hair', and it made a lot of references to his frilly costumes and the fact that they used to put him in earrings, and he had all this – long eyelashes and he was really pretty. And it is true, I found this picture earlier and I'm gonna reblog it onto the blog later so you folks can take a look at it. I don't know what movie it's from but he's decked out head to toe in pearls. So they did have a point about the costuming, but he was understandably pretty angry about it.

So, in 1922, amidst all of this stuff happening, he gets married to a woman named Natacha Rambova. And Natacha Rambova is … another foreign born person, she's a Russian costume designer, and she is a hard bitch in charge. She's gorgeous. I've reblogged a picture of her as well so you can take a look at her, but she's seen as this really controlling um, you know, strong woman who's steering him in a direction that he shouldn't necessarily be going. And it didn't really help his image as this kind of, like, soft effeminate man. And in 1922 he also stops, or, uh cancels his contract with Paramount and he splits from the studios. And this is seen as even more evidence of Rambova's quote-unquote “controlling influence”.

And people are writing about this, people are talking about this, and it's really, it's kind of – he's still getting very upset about it. So in 1923, he decides to pose for a magazine called How to Keep Fit, and he says, “I'm gonna take my shirt off, and I'm gonna pose, and I'm gonna look really strong, and no one's gonna question me anymore.” Now, I've seen pictures from this shoot. It's lit like a boudoir shot. It's lit like Rita Hayworth's famous Gilda pin-up. He's all soft light and brooding eyes and he just – looks like a pin-up. And it doesn't help him, and instead of people looking at – at these photos of him you know, uh, basically naked and instead of them saying “Wow! That man is super manly!” they look at it and they go, “Oh. That's – that's kinda sad.” So, also during this time, to keep him and – and Natacha afloat, he teaches dance lessons and judges beauty pageants. Really not helping himself, but, simpler times I suppose.

Um, now, after – around 1924, um, he goes back to Hollywood, and he hooks up with Charlie Chaplin and United Artists. And United Artists is a really cool thing, uh, I'm not really gonna talk about Charlie Chaplin, um, or United Artists, but it is a really cool story and you should look it up yourself, it's really interesting. But he makes a movie, again trying to disprove his femininity, called Monsiuer Beaucaire – and I'm sorry if I butchered that pronunciation, I do not speak French. He is overtly feminine in it. He is dressed up in a powdered wig and makeup, with a little fake beauty mark like a – like a French revolutionary fop. It's … it's very bad, I mean, his shirts are undone to his navel and he's got all this makeup and ruffles. And it, it really just – doesn't help him.

And around this time, he's also forced to make a uh, sequel to The Sheik, which originally cemented him as America's foremost, famous, foreign lover. And, he makes this movie, and Photoplay publishes yet another article, this one by a gentleman named Herbert Howe, and I'm gonna quote this directly: “The movie boys haven't been the same since The Four Horsemen.” And Herbert Howe goes on to point out all these feminine qualities in all these leading men. But that really wasn't what got Valentino's goat.

In July of 1926, after seeing a powder vending machine in a public men's restroom, an anonymous author in the Chicago Tribune, writes a pretty scathing article – it's almost infamous at this point, and uh, people start referring to Valentino as “The Pink Powderpuff” because of this article. And I'm gonna quote it directly because uh, the language is a little strong once again, but I won't do it justice trying to paraphrase it without direct quote. So, this is what it said: “A powder vending machine! Homo Americanus! Why didn't someone drown Rudolph Guglielmo, alias Valentino, years ago? [ … ] Do women like this type of 'man' who pats pink powder on is face in a public washroom and arranges his coiffure in a public elevator?”

The long and the short answer is: yeah. Women loved him. And I think it's around this time that it really comes to the forefront that men just really hate what women like or adore. And they sort of, um, equate anything women are associated with as being something that's unmasculine. I mean, think about it, to this day some men see housework and childrearing as quote-unquote “women's work”. And I mean, they even see feminism as something that's you know, rebellious, or something that they shouldn't be associated with. And, you know, men hate musical acts and performers or even some actors that women like. Um, you know, boy bands, female pop artists, think about Justin Beiber, One Direction, even Taylor Swift. You know, straight men aren't allowed to like things like that, which is a damn shame, in my personal opinion. I mean, even think about, um, Jai Courtney's character in, uh, Suicide Squad, Captain Boomerang. He has a pink unicorn, he's obsessed with unicorns, and he hides it in its jacket because – in his jacket because it's a shameful thing. And we're supposed to be laughing at it, it's not supposed to be – you know, it's, we're poking fun at him because he likes unicorns.

And, in the 1920's, the flapper movement kind of started this fear in men that strong women would be their downfall. They started breaking away from these social norms and this terrified men, and they panicked. And, in the same Chicago Tribune article, the 'pink powderpuff' article, it also said: “Better a rule by masculine women than feminine men.”

And Valentino's sex appeal added to his feminine quality instead of taking away from it, or building up his masculinity. And it exacerbated society's anxiety about strong, seemingly masculine women, uh, you know, based on his marriage to Natacha Rambova. Um, it – it – around this time he was often compared to the hyper-masculine Douglas Fairbanks Senior, who is a very, um, masculine gentleman. I've also included some photos of him on the blog. You know, and I've seen a photo of Dougie Fairbanks Senior, where he has an earring on, I think he's some kind of pirate or something, I haven't really uh, looked into what it's from, but it doesn't have the same effect on someone who's, for lack of a better word, as meaty-looking as Dougie Fairbanks as it did on someone as delicate and frankly, pretty, as Rudolph Valentino.

And um, Rudolph Valentino died very young, on August 23, 1926 at age 31. And, women were the vast majority of the mourners. I've seen numbers that range anywhere from 1,000 to 100,000 flappers flooding the streets, tearing off their clothes, trampling through the funeral home. Um, at the time of his death he was supposedly engaged to actress Pola Negri, who literally fainted onto his coffin.

Now, as I said at the beginning of the show, there's no evidence that Valentino was gay. There's no evidence that Natacha Rambova was gay. So, why am I gonna devote an entire episode to him, in a queer history show? I mean, why am I even mentioning him at all?

What happened to Rudolph Valentino is kind of a cautionary tale. He's what happened to early stars when they were perceived as less than ultra-masculine, even if they were well loved. Even if they were good actors, and especially if they were well-loved by women. It wasn't enough that women loved him, men had to want to be him, and almost none of them did. Valentino was 'othered' for being foreign, effeminate, and a “threat” to traditional masculine roles, both in society and in films. He's what happened when the public eye turned sour, and what happens when someone kinda protests too much. Here we have the beginning of men rejecting feminine men and especially women's favorite, both in Hollywood and in – and elsewhere. Uh, maybe Valentino's story contributed to the quote-unquote “celluloid closet” that so many stars later in their life found themselves in. I mean, here's a guy who's a really good actor, but because he's seen as this overtly feminine person, he's completely shut off and completely shut down. So maybe other stars were kind of looking at him and thinking, “Well, geez, if – if people know that I'm uh, that I have sex with other men, I'm never gonna work in this town again.”

So, two interesting facts before I leave you for real. Um, Rudolph Valentino's death left kind of a gaping hole at Paramount Studios, and Paramount Studios was kind of in a fix at the time anyway because, uh, they were one of the last studios to uh, convert to talkies. And they – this was already during the Great Depression, when ticket sales and the movie business itself was just hemorrhaging money. So they were so desperate to replace him with a leading man that they replaced him with Cary Grant. And that's why we have the Cary Grant that we know and love. Um, my other second interesting fact is that I had no idea that in uh, American Horror Story: Hotel, Fin Wittrock actually plays Rudolph Valentino or something? And like there's an actress who plays uh, Natacha Rambova. So, when I was going through the tumblr tags trying to find photos of him to like, actually reblog and, so that when people went on they could see what he looked like and see what I was talking about, I couldn't find many. The tag is just flooded with American Horror Story fans, and I realize my um, that my frustration at this is very ironic in the context of this story, but I was still pretty frustrated.

So, thank you for listening to Tuck In, We're Rolling: Queer Hollywood Stories. This episode was researched, recorded, and kind of edited by me, Jack Segreto. You can find a transcript of this episode and all of our episodes along with our sources and some other fun facts and photos on our tumblr, tuckinpodcast.tumblr.com. You can also give us a like on Facebook at facebook.com/tuckinpodcast. On tumblr, our ask box is open for comments and suggestions, or you can always message us on Facebook. We are on Soundcloud, and as of a couple of hours ago, we are officially on the iTunes Store! So please rate and subscribe to us there so that more people can find us and listen to us. Special thanks today to my friend Greg, who taught me how to properly record without getting that weird tinny reverb, and also special thanks to my friend Min, for being my very first subscriber on iTunes. So, thanks for listening to Tuck In, We're Rolling: Queer Hollywood Stories. I hope to see you next time.

SOURCES:

One Hundred Years Of Men Taking Off Their Shirts by Anne Helen Petersen (BUZZFEED)

The “Latin Lover” and His Enemies by Gilbert King (SMITHSONIAN MAGAZINE)

My dumb high school history class where I had to sit through lots of lectures on the Roaring 20′s and never though any of it would do me any good.

Cary Grant: A Memoir by Marc Eliot (2004, Rebel Road Inc.)

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To be a Quill

“Mum, what if it’s on a Sunday?” Kit pulled on the edge of her mothers black dress. She was sat at her feet, hugging a book tightly to her chest.

Quill looked up from her laptop and then down at her daughter. “What?”

“Mum.” Kit frowned at her grumpily. Sometimes Quill swore Kit did it just to look like a cat. She was already convinced she was named after one. (She was actually named after a Quill tribe. And a chocolate bar.) “You weren’t listening. I was talking about my eleventh birthday.”

“You’re only nine now.” Quill reminded her. Kit pouted again. It was cute which she clearly didn’t get from her Quill DNA.

“But my birthday is soon.” Kit said.

“It’s in seven months.”

Her daughter merely smirked. “Soon.”

“Why are you worried about the date of your birthday anyway?” Quill asked. Her daughter still looked distressed, so she reached out and stroked her dark green hair. Kit changed her hair colour weekly but green was her favourite colour. Quill blamed her newest book obsession - although Kit was clearly a Slytherin - and by extension Matteusz who had brought her the series. “It doesn’t change.”

“There’s no post on Sundays.” Kit said with a heavy sigh.

“Good.” Quill spat, thinking back to her one-sided feud with their postman. (She didn’t like how he would always stare at as she signed for a parcel. Or that he brought her bills.)

“So, what happens if my birthday is on a Sunday? I won’t get my Hogwarts letter.”

“Kit, I’ve told you that magic isn’t real before. I know science is limited here but it isn’t magic.” Quill patted her daughter hair again. (She didn’t need a cat, her daughters hair was fluffy enough that she could be a substitude.)

“But I’m a metamorphmagus!” Kit protested. “It’s why I can change my hair colour and nose shape and freckles.” She hugged the book and looked up. Quill felt slightly guilty as she saw her daughters bright eyes were full of earnestness.

“I don’t know what a meta-” Quill didn’t bother with the rest of the word. “But you are not one.”

“But- I must be.” Kit’s mismatched eyes filled with tears. “I’m so different from everyone in my class. In my school. I’m the only one who can change my looks this way. You said we were different.”

Quill put her laptop aside and pulled up her daughter next to her. Kit kept a tight grip on her book. “You think you’re a wizard?”

“Witch.” She corrected. “A metamorphmagus. Like Tonks.” She passed the book over to her mother. “She’s really cool and confident and everyone likes her…” Kit looked down, “even if she does change how she looks.”

Quill gritted her teeth. “The kids at your school-”

“They say I’m a witch too.” She admitted. “But I am, aren’t I? I can do things they can’t. And everyone made fun of Harry too. He’s magic.” Kit blinked and a few tears got caught in her long eyelashes. “Mum, I’m magic too, aren’t I?”

Quill looked at her daughter. She had dark skin and green hair and eyes that reminded her of gold. But she was growing up. She was a warrior and it was time to teach Kit what to fight for.

“You’re not magic.” Quill told her. “Sorry.” The word was rarely used in their household. Kit had been unapologetic from her first words (which to the delight of Tanya who had been filming it, had been swears). Quill didn’t apologise if she didn’t mean it. But now, looking into the soulful eyes of the only person who truly mattered, she couldn’t say it enough.

“Then how can I do this?” She closed her eyes and turned her hair a dull brown.

“I was not born on this planet.” Quill began, thinking to Rhodia and the few precious years she had spend there. Not peaceful but precious. She’d give anything to return. “I come from a planet in another galaxy.”

Kit smiled up at her in wonder. She had the same attentive look on her face she usually reserved for the Polish one. (Quill liked to pretend it was a phrase. But it did annoy Charles, which was a bonus.) “Was it pretty?”

“Parts of Rhodia were.” Quill curled her hand into a fist, still holding on to anger from years of injustice. “But I didn’t get to see a lot of them.”

“Rhodia is a pretty word.” She commented. Kit hesitantly rested her head on her mothers lap. Quill let her lay there, reaching out of habit to run her fingers though Kit’s curly hair.

“It was a beautiful home. For the Rhodians.” Quill frowned, the memories of a revolution that never got a chance to succeed returning to her. “For us Quill-”

“Quill?” Kit interrupted, the corners of her mouth twitching. “Like our name?”

She nodded in reply. “Yes. Like our name. For the Quill, we were a smaller population. We were seen only as soulless fighters. Not as people.”

“You rebelled, didn’t you?” Kit asked. “That’s what you always tell me to do. Rebel.”

“We were successful at first. But we were captured.” Quill slammed her fist against their coffee table (which was unfortunately lacking coffee at that moment). Kit winced at the noise and Quill rubbed her hair gently to apologise. “It didn’t matter in the end. The enemy was serious but our war so consuming we failed to see who we really should have been fighting the whole time.”

“Who?”

Quill shook her head. “An enemy so foul and terrible that I can’t tell you.” Kit was still too young. She was lucky to avoid conflict in her own childhood. Quill wasn’t going to rob that of her with tales of the Shadow Kin.

“But Mum-” Kit started to protest, pulling away from her. “Who?”

“The only survivors were me and the Prince.” Quill continued, ignoring the still protesting Kit. “Charles and I were rescued by a legend of the universe in the worst ship imaginable. We were left on Earth as survivors. We made a new life for ourselves.”

“Charlie is a prince?” Kit asked. “Is that why he’s so weird?”

Quill grinned at her daughters bluntness (and because no one else was there to see it). “No. That’s because he’s a Rhodian. Terribly struck up and clueless isn’t just him. He represents his species. Just as I represent mine.”

“The rest of the Quill were fighters too?” Kit asked. “If they were like you, they must have been wonderful.”

“Wonderful?” Quill’s stomach warmed at her daughters words. It wasn’t often Kit made her feel so proud. Or happy. “You think that of me?”

“Of course I do!” Kit said, looking up at her again. “You’re my hero Mum. I want to be like you when I’m older.”

“Kit, I believe you are like me now.” Quill told her. It was high praise indeed. “A warrior.”

“A Quill warrior.” She grinned, hair turning a more interesting shade of purple instead. “I still want to be magic.”

Quill never thought she’d feel so maternal and happy to make her child feel excited again. “Well, if you can change appearances like Tonks, you must be partially magic.”

“So I was right.”

She rolled her eyes. It was typical for Kit to put that first. She really was a Quill. (In more ways than one.) “Call yourself a meta-witch. Cast spells. Make them mouth breathers fear you.”

“It’s Metamorphmagus.” Kit corrected for the second time. “Thank you Mum.” Hesitation was clear in her golden eyes.

Quill said what her daughter was holding back. “I love you Kit.”

“I love you Mum.” Kit returned, snuggling closer for a brief second before wiggling off her lap. “I think I’m going to read upstairs now.”

“Enjoy your book.” Quill picked her laptop up, paying more attention to her daughter running up the stairs than her lesson plan.

She opened a new tab, booking tickets to the Harry Potter studios. It wasn’t the same but she knew Kit would enjoy it anyway.

There was so much more she had to tell her still. The Arhn and her slavery were not going to be left in the past. Ballon was not forgotten. Kit had a right to know about her Fathers own struggles and how he too had been a survivor.

There was so much more that Kit had too learn but for now, Quill lay back in silence and listened to her turn pages, lost in a fictional world

-

Please let me know what you thought. I really liked baby Quill and if you guys let me know you thought I did a good job, I’ll write more. Also I’m willing to write requests if you send me them