#and I did too

[shayjay26]

i love how 'background' characters get so much love. i do a post for kendra, seth, warren, and vanessa and people barely blink an eye

but DALE

oh people loved that

[rotating-hyperfixations]

I believe that if you have been active on the Glee subreddit in the last 5-10 years, particularly in the pandemic era, you deserve financial compensation, a Medal of Honor, literally anything for being in the trenches on that thread. Every time I log on to check and see what’s up, they are literally posting the most rancid takes and excusing homophobia or racism or both. It was truly were nuance and analysis would go to die, especially for characters like Santana and Quinn who didn’t fit into the nice near boxes of the show.

If your a fellow deserter/former member, you have my upmost respect

[dokyeomini]

ok i am home i am on vacation but i had a fight with my roommate but then talked normally i feel absolute whiplash but i have showered and i am in bed goodnight and let's begin this VACATION

[sethfknrollins]

[softquietsteadylove]

Omg pls, i’ve been DYING for a bodyguard AU and somehow your latest fic read my entire mind and hit the nail directly on the head. WOW I’m so invested in everything you write but that one really takes the cake, i could read thousands of chapters set in that universe. But if i have to settle for one request, could i pretty please get a continuation of the mob boss/bodyguard AU based on this line: “That he is still going to put his life on the line to protect her, whether he's a traitor to both sides or not.” I would die for this omg, thank you for all that you write and please know your work is cherished by so many!!

"Showtime."

Gil switches the channel on his earpiece after hearing Kingo's signal. He looks at Thena, standing in the middle of her office as if it's just another day for her. "Ready?"

"I suppose I have to be," she answers as honestly as she can. She walks over to him, tugging at the lapel of his jacket. It's obviously more calming for her than for him, but neither of them say a thing.

"Thena," he starts to say. She doesn't look at him, but her hands flatten against his chest instead of pulling away.

"It's not too late," she whispers to him. His forehead comes to rest against hers in the quick minute they have to themselves. "You can walk away now."

"Walk away," he has to laugh, his breath hitting her face as he does. He lifts a hand to hold the one of hers that's resting over his heart. It's already pounding, and nothing's even started yet. "From this?"

Thena looks up at him, and he looks down at her. They've just barely started leaning closer when the windows shatter.

Gil has her in his arms in a second. It's an instinct for him, at this point. He shields her with his much broader back curving over her as he pushes her away from the shattering glass. He hunches them both over and rushes her against the far wall.

"Are you okay?"

He can't possibly hear her over everything that's going on around them. But he feels her nod her head from where he's pressed her against his chest. His hand fits firmly on top of her head, assuring him that she's there. "Okay, you're okay."

Gil blinks as he turns away from watching the main door as Thena tugs at his shirt.

"Back."

That's right, she has a back door installed for situations like this. But it's further from the main door of the warehouse. It puts them further in the fray.

But his top priority is Thena's safety. And right now it's either sit and wait to be found or get her out of here.

Thena tugs at him again, and he complies, holding her shoulders in both his hands as they shuffle to the back door, still crouched. He moves in front of her, peeking out and then taking the corner first. Only then does he pull her after him, making sure she's behind him.

It's chaos--complete and utter madness. Agents are everywhere, there are members from both sides scrambling to escape or scrambling to eliminate each other before they go down with the ship.

Gil rips off his coat and throws it over Thena, still keeping her as close to him as he can. She's a beacon with that bright blond - almost white - hair of hers.

"There!"

He hears it to his right. He ducks them down behind some crates--anything to get them out of the line of sight. Everyone is going to be looking for the biggest fish to catch, especially the other side, who undoubtedly know by now that they've been set up.

"Gil!" she calls out to him, pulling him to his feet as he slips in his hurry to get them out. "Side door!"

There's a side door just for personnel, so the main doors don't always have to be opened. Thena goes ahead of him, just starting to push it open. He catches her by the waist.

"Hands up!"

"It's us! We're coming out!" Gil rushes in front of her. He holds his hands up in front of him. Thena pulls the door behind them and he keeps her behind his back, shielding her from view as much as possible.

"Step away, Gil!"

No way in hell. "It's us!"

"Step away from her, Gil!"

"It's us," he repeats again. He's not leaving her, and they're going to have to go through one hell of a fight if they think he is. He reaches behind him, finding Thena's hand with his. "I'm not going anywhere without her."

That was the deal.

"Let 'em through."

Gil moves slowly. His fellow agents keep their eyes on him, and on the subject still practically cloaked in the blazer he tossed over her. Only once they're in the middle of them does he move out from in front of her. And it's only so he can wrap his arm around her shoulders, still making sure he is all but inseparable from her.

Thena looks up at him, as if it's just another day for her. "Are you okay?"

He can't help smiling at her, despite everything around them. "I think things went pretty well, all things considered."

He gets to hear her laugh.

"Agent," he's greeted once they've reached the safety of the van with his own handlers and superiors waiting. "You've retrieved the informant."

That was the deal.

Thena - and a few of her chosen people, like Kingo - will provide invaluable intel to the agency. And in exchange, she will be allowed to live freely in the custody of an agent who can guarantee that she doesn't escape jurisdiction.

"I have a name," she snarls at them, dusting herself off primly (although still with Gil's jacket over her shoulders).

Gil can't help smirking at them. They wouldn't know how to handle Thena if they tried anyway, he reasons. Just as well she'll be 'in his custody', so to speak. But even then, they both know who's in charge. "You heard The Boss."

[companion-showdown]

Should Hex Schofield get a permanent slot under the new system?

Explanation of the new system here

This should not be about if you like Hex or not, some things to consider are:

are they well known enough to do well in these tournaments?

are they truly a companion?

not everyone can get a permanent slot, there is no set number being given out, but you should not vote yes for everyone

Whether they get a permanent slot or not may not be the majority decision, where the threshold is will be determined by how many permanent slots will be given

Links to polls for other companions

[notwxrriors]

oohhhh my godohmygodohmygod . otto riding. i'm in shambles. he sinks down on geoff soooo slowly and when he finally comes to rest on geoff's cock he lets out a breath and tilts his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. then he. fffuck. leans his hands lightly on geoff's tummy as he starts moving. geoff is enamoured, seeing otto like this. otto rarely makes noise but this time he's letting out very quiet gasps, barely loud enough for geoff to hear but it drives him CRAZY

i cannot even Fathom this from geoff's pov too,,, the self control to not grab otto's hips and fuck him stupid??? he's so strong

geoff's just laying there, looking up at him. it's excruciating, watching otto sink down on him, lower lip caught between his teeth and brows furrowed as he does. he hears otto's breath hitch when he's fully settled, fingers splaying arcross geoff's stomach as he gets started, moving up and down

his hair comes untucked from behind his ear, shrouding his face as he looks down, letting out these soft little gasps and sharp inhales. he. h. he pauses in the middle of it all, fully seated on geoff, lifting his head and shaking his curls out of his face,,,pulling the hairtie off his wrist with his teeth as he gathers all his hair back into a loose ponytail and secures it, catching his breath for a moment before he continues. geoff? dead. he died

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

god i love my friends. shout out to people who love their friends. this is a post for friend lovers

[adyophene]

Husk's secret weapon

[yanderemeganekko]

[agentperezbian]

I'm curious. Tag this with your sexuality and what your favorite M/F ship is.

[papay0]

Not sure if anyone has done this yet

Spin the wheel and get a dungeon meshi character!!

Tell me who you got in the tags :D

[sealsdaily]

Today's Seal Is: The Wrinkler

[bbbbbbbbatman]

Bruce keeping a tighter and tighter lid on his identity around the Justice League because with each new person to reveal their identity he realizes that he has fucked far too high a percentage of his co workers as Bruce Wayne and he has to take this secret to his grave

[tofixtheshadows]

I've been thinking a lot lately about how Kabru deprives himself.

Kabru as a character is intertwined with the idea that sometimes we have to sacrifice the needs of the few for the good of the many. He ultimately subverts this first by sabotaging the Canaries and then by letting Laios go, but in practice he's already been living a life of self-sacrifice.

Saving people, and learning the secrets of the dungeons to seal them, are what's important. Not his own comforts. Not his own desires. He forces them down until he doesn't know they're there, until one of them has to come spilling out during the confession in chapter 76.

Specifically, I think it's very significant, in a story about food and all that it entails, that Kabru is rarely shown eating. He's the deuteragonist of Dungeon Meshi, the cooking manga, but while meals are the anchoring points of Laios's journey, given loving focus, for Kabru, they're ... not.

I'm sure he eats during dungeon expeditions, in the routine way that adventurers must when they sit down to camp. But on the surface, you get the idea that Kabru spends most of his time doing his self-assigned dungeon-related tasks: meeting with people, studying them, putting together that evidence board, researching the dungeon, god knows what else. Feeding himself is secondary.

He's introduced during a meal, eating at a restaurant, just to set up the contrast between his party and Laios's. And it's the last normal meal we see him eating until the communal ending feast (if you consider Falin's dragon parts normal).

First, we get this:

Kabru's response here is such a non-answer, it strongly implies to me that he wasn't thinking about it until Rin brought it up. That he might not even be feeling the hunger signals that he logically knew he should.

They sit down to eat, but Kabru is never drawn reaching for food or eating it like the rest of his party. He only drinks.

It's possible this means nothing, that we can just assume he's putting food in his mouth off-panel, but again, this entire manga is about food. Cooking it, eating it, appreciating it, taking pleasure in it, grounding yourself in the necessary routine of it and affirming your right to live by consuming it. It's given such a huge focus.

We don't see him eat again until the harpy egg.

What a significant question for the protagonist to ask his foil in this story about eating! Aren't you hungry? Aren't you, Kabru?

He was revived only minutes ago after a violent encounter. And then he chokes down food that causes him further harm by triggering him, all because he's so determined to stay in Laios's good graces.

In his flashback, we see Milsiril trying to spoon-feed young Kabru cake that we know he doesn't like. He doesn't want to eat: he wants to be training.

Then with Mithrun, we see him eating the least-monstery monster food he can get his hands on, for the sake of survival- walking mushroom, barometz, an egg. The barometz is his first chance to make something like an a real meal, and he actually seems excited about it because he wants to replicate a lamb dish his mother used to make him!

...but he doesn't get to enjoy it like he wanted to.

Then, when all the Canaries are eating field rations ... Kabru still isn't shown eating. He's only shown giving food to Mithrun.

And of course the next time he eats is the bavarois, which for his sake is at least plant based ... but he still has to use a coping mechanism to get through it.

I don't think Kabru does this all on purpose. I think Kui does this all on purpose. Kabru's Post Traumatic Stress Disorder should be understood as informing his character just as much as Laios's autism informs his. It's another way that Kabru and Laios act as foils: where Laios takes pleasure in meals and approaches food with the excitement of discovery, Kabru's experiences with eating are tainted by his trauma. Laios indulges; Kabru denies himself. Laios is shown enjoying food, Kabru is shown struggling with it.

And I can very easily imagine a reason why Kabru might have a subconscious aversion towards eating.

Meals are the privilege of the living.

[verflares]

just how long is forever? // not long enough, with you

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