#and i guess it fits this blog's aesthetic too

[g1-skywarp]

So shaderglass + this game has interesting results

[planetpiastri]

Imagine Oscar with an American!reader who teams up with Logan to tease Oscar

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!american!reader [no faceclaim, reader is faceless] summary: oscar should have known what he was getting into when he started dating an american. who are we kidding, he absolutely knew what he was getting into. notes: i'm actually in love with this request as an american girlie myself. there's a lot of jokes here that are inside jokes my friends and i make about f1, so i hope you guys enjoy them too. also as a former tgm blog, this is a little bit of a full circle moment hehe

ynusername

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ynusername USA! USA! RRRAAAHHH 🦅🦅🦅

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mclaren Thanks for hanging out in the Austin paddock with us! 🧡

ynusername thanks for having me!!

oscarpiastri Wow that caption does not fit the aesthetic at all

ynusername sorry pookie wookie snugglelumps you're my bestest most favorite boy thank u for making me din din❤️❤️

logansargeant LFGGGGGGG

username1 oscar cannot escape the americans first logan and now his gf 😭

oscarpiastri I am in a hell of my own choosing

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ynusername sorry i ate two taco bell soft tacos in less than 90 seconds do u still think i'm hot

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oscarpiastri Always ❤️

ynusername AWWWWW logansargeant Get a room

landonorris last i checked, taco bell is not part of his racing diet 🤨

ynusername ssh you didn't see nuthin 🤺

username2 okay but what's oscar's order??

username3 i bet yn and logan ordered for him ynusername correct

oscarpiastri Final thoughts: it was good I guess, my tummy kinda hurts, the best part was the soda

logansargeant Yeah that checks out

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri My American girl ❤️

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username3 WAAHH THEY'RE SO CUTE

username4 why is he soft launching they've been together for like 3 years now

ynusername ❤️

logansargeant American boy** silly there's a typo in your caption

landonorris oscarpiastri he wants u fr oscarpiastri I know

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ynusername hi australia 👋 thank u for making my forever person ❤️

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username5 my 😭 forever 😭 person 😭

oscarpiastri I love you ❤️

ynusername giggling blushing kicking my feet

logansargeant Come back I'm bored

username6 yn showing oscar around california and oscar showing yn around melbourne oh i'm gonna barf they're so cute

tagging: @sonder-paradise bc she helped beta this<3

[alpaca-clouds]

The history of Solarpunk

Okay, I guess this has to be said, because the people will always claim the same wrong thing: No, Solarpunk did not "start out as an aesthetic". Jesus, where the hell does this claim even come from? Like, honestly, I am asking.

Solarpunk started out as a genre, that yes, did also include design elements, but also literary elements. A vaguely defined literary genre, but a genre never the less.

And I am not even talking about those early books that we today also claim under the Solarpunk umbrella. So, no, I am not talking about Ursula K. LeGuin, even though she definitely was a big influence on the genre.

The actual history of Solarpunk goes something like that: In the late 1990s and early 2000s the term "Ecopunk" was coined, which was used to refer to books that kinda fit into the Cyberpunk genre umbrella, but were more focused on ecological themes. This was less focused on the "high tech, high life" mantra that Solarpunk ended up with, but it was SciFi stories, that were focused on people interacting with the environment. Often set to a backdrop of environmental apocalypse. Now, other than Solarpunk just a bit later, this genre never got that well defined (especially with Solarpunk kinda taking over the role). As such there is only a handful of things that ever officially called themselves Ecopunk.

At the same time, though, the same sort of thought was picked up in the Brazilian science fiction scene, where the idea was further developed. Both artistically, where it got a lot of influence from the Amazofuturism movement, but also as an ideology. In this there were the ideas from Ecopunk as the "scifi in the ecological collaps" in there, but also the idea of "scifi with technology that allows us to live within the changing world/allows us to live more in harmony with nature".

Now, we do not really know who came up with the idea of naming this "Solarpunk". From all I can find the earliest mention of the term "Solarpunk" that is still online today is in this article from the Blog Republic of Bees. But given the way the blogger talks about it, it is clear there was some vague definition of the genre before it.

These days it is kinda argued about whether that title originally arose in Brazil or in the Anglosphere. But it seems very likely that the term was coined between 2006 and 2008, coming either out of the Brazilian movement around Ecopunk or out of the English Steampunk movement (specifically the literary branch of the Steampunk genre).

In the following years it was thrown around for a bit (there is an archived Wired article from 2009, that mentions the term once, as well as one other article), but for the moment there was not a lot happening in this regard.

Until 2012, when the Brazilian Solarpunk movement really started to bloom and at the same time in Italy Commando Jugendstil made their appearance. In 2012 in Brazil the anthology "Solarpunk: Histórias ecológicas e fantásticas em um mundo sustentável" was released (that did get an English translation not too long ago) establishing some groundwork for the genre. And Commando Jugendstil, who describe themselves as both a "Communication Project" and an "Art Movement", started to work on Solarpunk in Italy. Now, Commando Jugendstil is a bit more complicated than just one or the other. As they very much were a big influence on some of the aesthetic concepts, but also were releasing short stories and did some actual punky political action within Italy.

And all of that was happening in 2012, where the term really started to take off.

And only after this, in 2014, Solarpunk became this aesthetic we know today, when a (now defuct) tumblr blog started posting photos, artworks and other aesthetical things under the caption of Solarpunk. Especially as it was the first time the term was widely used within the Anglosphere.

Undoubtedly: This was probably how most people first learned of Solarpunk... But it was not how Solarpunk started. So, please stop spreading that myth.

The reason this bothers me so much is, that it so widely ignores how this movement definitely has its roots within Latin America and specifically Brazil. Instead this myth basically tries to claim Solarpunk as a thing that fully and completely originated within the anglosphere. Which is just is not.

And yes, there was artistic aspects to that early Solarpunk movement, too. But also a literary and political aspectt. That is not something that was put onto a term that was originally an aesthetic - but rather it was something that was there from the very beginning.

Again: There has been an artistic and aesthetic aspect in Solarpunk from the very beginning, yes. But there has been a literary and political aspect in it the entire time, too. And trying to divorce Solarpunk from those things is just wrong and also... kinda misses the point.

So, please. Just stop claiming that entire "it has been an aesthetic first" thing. Solarpunk is a genre of fiction, it is a political movement, just as much as it is an artistic movement. Always has been. And there has always been punk in it. So, please, stop acting as if Solarpunk is just "pretty artistic vibes". It is not.

Thanks for coming to my TED Talk, I guess.

[cider-est]

The full lineup is almost done!! (just needs some touch ups and a Chunsik design👍) FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APRECIATED!!

Design process under here (whole lot of yapping)

General thoughts: Ive given them in my previous design sheet (you can find it in my blog)(tldr: designs match characters but still childish, 8-12 years old). Only thing different here, is that these eggs were eggs who I had less of a clear idea of what I wanted to do with them (though I still really liked where I ended up!!)

Empanada: Didnt want to go for the full sweet lolita route, mostly because I thought it'd take away the "little kidness" of it all, but something that still resembles the aesthetic. She's wearing "carneirinhos" (idk the name in english) which is very cute little girl to me, and shes also a demon! Her tail resembles a frying pan!! Though I might change her fringe (it was supposed to be baby hairs but now that I think about it, her type of hair probably wouldnt have them) and put some argyle pattern in her sweater vest. I just forgor💀 to do that...I also wish I had made her shorter, but unfortunetely I drew this before the eggs did the height check (YES ITS BEEN THAT LONG).

Sunny: My beautiful baby girl. She means the world to me. I love this minecraft egg with all my heart. Shes wearing Light up sketchers and some fairy wings like Pomme, and shes actually wearing a swimsuit, she just put a tutu over it. The diamonds they're always holding are rings, they have a "terere" in their hair (idk name in english😭😭) and the beads were inspired by an artist on twt (@\BLUETOMATOSODA). Also if you are wondering why her hair looks like tentacles, its because I had originally made it puffy, but changed my mind after doing the lineart, so i had to get creative with me covering it up. Just pretend she has a fan, shes a star after all!

Pepito: Basically, he is very smoll. Chiquito even. He has strawberry hair and MASSIVE glasses that take up his entire face. Hes wearing a swimsuit aswell (dont ask how it works idk either), and has floaties since he cant swim. Hes got crocs, since flip flops hurt his toes, with a spider man charm on them! Also hes got a sunhat, mostly cause I wanted some other accessorie but didnt want to go with gas mask since it'd kinda kill the whole swimming vibe (since his model is wearing a swimsuit). sorry if its not too accurate to his character. Side note: Him, Em and Sunny all have freckles! Him and Sunny all over their bodies while Em just has on her cheeks.

Leo: Cute sporty vibe, love her shorty spiky hair. Wanted to try to make her face spiky aswell, for the whole shark dad thing. Shes got a necklace with a shark tooth (I guess she got it from Foolish??). He changes tshirts randomly, and opens and closes his attack on titan hoodie depending on the tshirt's expression (basically my version of Leo changing her player heads constantly). His trainers have dragon wings and also: whealies!!

Dapper: Im gonna be honest: did not expect to like his design THIS much. The colouring really elevated, with the long blue hair (the same colour as the ghosties!). Wanted to make them, y'know, dapper, so I had to sacrifice some of the "little kid vibes" unfortunetely, but I think it fits her still. The hat has part of the helmet that they used to wear a lot, demon horn to match Pomme, and a suit that is VERY inspired by Death the Kid from Soul Eater (very fitting for a reaper in training imo). Might be my favourite design!

Ramon: Jesus fuck you'd think designing your fav egg would be easy BUT NO. I struggled long and hard. Again, he doesnt have that much "little kid" vibe whatever man😭😭 Im just happy that I even managed to make SOMETHING. Hes got Create googles, his meathead is a massive hat that completely hides his hair. Very simple, very Ramon, though I will probably end up making a version with an ugly sweater just like he likes instead😔. I still like it but. man...

ANYWAYS IF YOU READ ALL THAT MWAH, YOURE A REAL ONE, THANKS FOR ENTERTAINING MY THOUGHTS🫶🫶🫶

[californianedgeworth]

I wrote this tirade about the Gavinners' theme in my notes app months ago but I had no Ace Attorney fans to share it with but I have a tumblr blog now so I will unleash it upon all of you:

We only know 2 of the 5 Gavinner members. There have to be 5 since there are two guitarists, a bassist, a drummer, and a keyboard player as established by the instruments in Turnabout Serenade. But the only ones with canon appearances and names are the guitarists, Klavier Gavin and Daryan Crescend. Since we know less than half of the band, it sends my mind running who the others could be. It would have been so fun to see all the designs of the band, but we don’t! So I just have to imagine what they look like, possibly based off of Klavier and Daryan. Some people have made their own headcanons and fanart, and I like them but I feel like there’s an important matter they never touch on.

As far as Klavier goes, his design is straightforward. 

(sorry his png is so damn big. I figured out how to edit in html to make the image smaller but every time I save the textpost draft it undoes my edit. no I will not open a photo editor to size him down)

When I show a picture of him to my friends who haven’t played Ace Attorney, they ask if he’s a rockstar. And he is! His design conveys the fact. He’s also a lawyer, so his style strikes somewhere between courtroom attire and rockstar. A lot of the Ace Attorney designs are fun and great at conveying character, and I’d say Klavier is a pretty solid design.

But then there’s Daryan, who is dressed like a shark. 

Idk if anyone else agrees but I’m not a fan of Daryan’s design. I also don’t really like him as a character either tbh. If he wasn’t holding a guitar, would it even be clear that he’s a rockstar? All the Gavinners members are part of law enforcement, but you can’t really tell Daryan is a police officer either. His design kind of bewilders me. With Klavier, you can tell a lot just by looking at him. What comes to mind when you look at Daryan is “shark man”. I mean, shark man’s a sick design concept, but I don’t like looking at Daryan! I think it has a lot to do with his ugly ass hair. His hoodie’s fun, but I don't like his hair. It's an unfortunate shape. And I think the people agree: half the fanart I see of him, they change his hair.

Usually with bands, you expect them to share a common style. But in the rock band the Gavinners, one of the members is dressed like a rockstar, and one of them is dressed like a shark. Like, I guess you could argue that Daryan is kind of in line, and his fashion fits into the rocker style. But I don’t know, in my mind the fact he’s a shark guy makes him very inconsistent with Klavier to me. So that got me wondering, what percentage of the Gavinners is dressed as rockstars vs Gavinners dressed as marine animals? I thought through some of the possibilities and proposed the ones that are funniest to me

Ratio 1 - 4 Rockstars to 1 Marine-Themed Star

This would mean Daryan is the odd one out. The weirdo who is a little too into Sharkboy and Lava Girl. A band of 4 guys who wear similar rockstar styles and then there’s just Daryan in his shark hoodie. 

Ratio 2 - Split 2 to 3 Either Way

In this scenario, the band can’t agree on what their theme is. Half are dressed in chains and leather, the other half are out of a marine biology textbook

Ratio 3 - 1 to 1 to 1 to 1 to 1

The Gavinners has no theming in the costume department. Each member is dressed however they like. Aesthetic nightmare

Ratio 4 - 1 Rockstar to 4 Marine-Themed Stars

I imagine it like this:

A 16-year-old Klavier Gavin walks into the studio, which at that time is the Gavin family’s garage. The Gavinners have just come together recently, and are rehearsing for their first show. But when Klavier enters, he finds his band mates are dressed up as a shark, a wrasse, a clownfish, and a lobster.

Klavier is confused, because he thought that the Gavinners was going to be themed after Klavier Gavin. He expresses this thought to his band.

Daryan tells him that since Klavier decided to name the band after himself, it was only fair the rest of the band mates got to choose the theme. And they were all super into sea life, so they dressed up as their favorite marine animals.

Klavier is annoyed they didn’t talk through it with him and says that maybe their theme is getting a little muddled. But since they’re all so enthusiastic, he’ll try it out. And he wants to be a merman. 

All the other members side eye Klavier. A merman isn’t a real animal, they tell him. Maybe he could be a manatee, a seahorse, a sea angel, a parrot fish? All of those creatures are just as majestic and beautiful as mermen, and they actually exist. Despite Klavier’s protests, the rest of the band does not budge. They persuade him to be a parrotfish.

The day comes for their first show. They got Klavier a parrotfish costume, which he keeps making faces at as they set up.

Klavier tells the other Gavinners he doesn’t want to wear the fish head hat since it will cover up his fresh haircut, but they insist he should. As they get ready in the dressing room, Klavier excuses himself to the bathroom.

When they’re called to the stage, Klavier has not returned. They assume he might already be onstage, or will be there soon. As they all get there and Klavier does not, they start to feel concern. Klavier is their lead singer and guitarist. He’d been thinking of nothing but their show for days, so it’s strange he’s suddenly missing. They ask the manager to delay the curtain call for a few minutes. The manager denies them, saying they’re on a tight schedule and they don’t want to delay the performers coming after the Gavinners. The band considers going into the bathroom to check on Klavier, or if they could perform without him.

As the curtain begins to rise, Klavier finally walks out on stage and joins the rest of them. But he’s not in a parrotfish costume. He is in a matching black shirt and pants combo with silver chains. Not even close to being parrotfish themed. The bandmates are shocked, but know they can’t make a fuss about it when the show is starting. They give him glares while they play. But they know they must look so bad when they’re all dressed up as various fish and an arthropod while their lead singer isn’t. The performance is received well despite the tension, but there are some mild comments on how strange the costuming is. Once it’s over, the bandmates confront Klavier, but he absolutely refuses to dress as a parrotfish for any of their future shows. When they realize they can’t change his mind (and they still won’t change their minds about letting him be a merman), they agree to just go to shows that way. Four of them dressed up as ocean animals, while the lead singer is not.

Over time, the other bandmates eventually give up on the whole marine life shtick. If they’re not all coordinated, what’s the point? And from their dressing room in the AA4, it looks like the band’s styling is in line with Klavier’s. But as the other members shed their marine life costumes, one keeps his through it all: Daryan. As the band builds regard and a fan base, he remembers how Klavier ruined their theme. So many of their arguments over the music and the band image are started because Daryan is secretly wounded no one dresses up as a fish with him. Now this gets into theory territory because I believe this could be his true motivator in Turnabout Serenade—

[tortillasconsal]

I could not stop thinking about this since I've came back in this website because the nostalgia is so strong.

So I finally made me my own version of Splendorman, bc he was always my favorite

Here's some highlights

Gave him lots of ringmaster fits and carnaval aesthetics. Pretty self-explanatory so I won't dive much into it. However I really want to point out that I used a 1910s & 1920s style to make him feel sort of old-timey and nostalgic yet refined.

I kept his iconic colorful spots on some outfits but toned them down a little bit, and I added lots of stripes to make him look taller and lankier. He's like at least one head taller than the rest in my head.

A Top-hat also works, but I want him to use more smaller or shorter hats like a Boater hat or a Derby hat because I feel like he'd look too accumulated wearing a top-hat all the time. Also to have some variety.

He has a little bit of build, or at least he's slightly beefier than the others. This to show his physical strength and "healthy" livestyle.

I feel like because he is the only one with pure intentions, those good habits should be represented in his physique so I want him to look very healthy and athletic. Also because he'd be more huggable, but also way more scarier if he's mad and trying to harm you.

His hands have a black (kinda reddish) gradient. I haven't figured out a good excuse, I just really like the detail. Maybe it's dry blood from times he'd attacked someone on a fit of rage, maybe those are scars or maybe he was just born like that idk.

He's always wearing gloves anyways.

My version has a more "natural" skin color. I think this is kind of the norm, but I see that some people draw him with white skin like Slenderman's so I wanted to point that out. I feel like that would make him more "humane".

I guess that's all I have

Splendorman has been my favorite creepypasta/happypasta since I was in the fandom when I was like 13. And I really want to work a lot on his character since I always see that people portray him as this innocent and childish person. But he has so much lore that it just feel like wasted potential when he's reduced to being the "goofy one". He needs a little bit more agency.

I'll post another blog where I gloss over my own lore and mythos surrounding him soon enough.

[jesperfaheys-defenseattorney]

100 Followers Celebration! 🩷

Thank you so much! I'm very honored you all find me interesting enough to follow. And those of you I have interacted with have been nothing but lovely. So here, a celebration post! I'm going to pin this. If you want to see or access my master post where I keep my prompts and tags and fics and info, here it is!

Send me any of the following emojis (can do more than one. If you do a fic request I ask that you send that ask separately, thank you <3) and I'll answer with whatever the emoji corresponded too! Feel free to send more than one. I feel like Tumblr interaction has died down and I intend to give it heart palpitations until it comes back. Here we go:

😎 - Tell me about your day, or a fun fact about you! I am very enthusiastic about fun facts. 😌

✨ - Cannot be sent from Anon. I'll go through your blog for a bit and then make an aesthetic for you. Feel free to give me details or give me specifics like a header or just a little something you can judge wholeheartedly.

🖋️ - Send me a prompt from one of my prompt lists or one you found elsewhere. If you use another one and don't mind linking it I would really appreciate it <3

💋 - Send me a prompt from this "102 Types of Kisses Prompt List"

🎶 - Mutuals only! I will give you three songs I think describe you or how I feel about you.

🤯 - Two truths and a lie! I have to guess hehe. Please please tell me if I was right the anticipation will kill me.

🧠 - A long ass headcanon about whatever you want!

📚 - Ask me for book recs! Give me some specifics so I can try and gear towards something I think would fit your interests you've provided me with.

📒 - Fanfic recs! Be warned I will absolutely dig until I find the exact one I read roma ago that I think you'll love cause it's probably not in my recs even though it should be. Again, give me some hints as to what you're looking for I've read a LOT of stuff.

🥁 - Fun fact #2: I play the drums! Send me a polyrhythm or a song. If it's a polyrhythm I'll post a recording of me playing it and if it's a song I'll post a (faceless) vid of me doing it on kit.

🖊️ - *holds up fics* Would you like a lil. A lil smth? A lil snippet maybe? Lil sneak peak at a wip? Perhaps something ongoing?

Thank you, again, to everyone who liked my blog and liked it enough to actually follow me as a way of showing it, I really appreciate it 🩷 Please send me some stuff! I want to make stuff for you guys or provide you with some kind of content as a way of saying thank you, yk? See you <33

And to my beloved mutuals:...

...an extra special thank you for being so lovely and kind and making Tumblr a place of fun and safety and joy. Love you guys <3

@violets-and-books @iammadeofmemoriesforlife @wesperbrekkered @rinadragomir @tomscompassrose @purplebass @anarmorofwords @sprnklersplashes @detectivebambam @grace-lightwoodd @justanormaldemon @laylax13s @myangelbach

I know I don't talk to all of you as much as I should please give me an excuse to you're all so great 🩷🩷🩷

[our-aroace-experience]

Hi! I was on the asexual tag saw this blog and just wanted to see if anyone else who is aspec can relate to my ramblings. Rambling tldr: not claiming a label despite that label actually relating to my experiences because it just doesn't fit perfect enough and because it doesn't fit perfect enough in my mind I don't think I want to use it.

Now, back in 2020 I claimed being 'asexual' by name and then a couple of months later claimed being aroflux which eventually changed to 'greyaro' over a year later. And those two terms fit me the best, grey aro ace is me. However, because I'm greyaro I still feel romantic attraction though it is rare but its still present enough in my mind to continually be wondering about what label to put it as. For the most part, I don't have a label even when the attraction - romantic/sensual/alterous/aesthetic - arises. Which again doesn't rise often, but I daydream about it a lot or reminisce about old crushes - particularly the one about a girl way back in high school days. (Let me tell you that was a wild time in my mind). Back then I was thinking I was bisexual only to cancel it out because I didn't want to have sex with her. However I never questioned if I wanted to have sex with boys (I just assumed I would, thanks heteroallonormativity). But the romantic feelings I had for her were the same like the boy crushes (which came up every few years). And for a timeline purposes, before her my last crush (boy) was in the 7th grade, she was the 11th grade, and my last crush currently was senior year of undergrad college (the best one honestly I could actually talk to him and not be overly ridden with anxiety and embarrassment). And despite so many years passing I always wonder - does the bi label fit? Was that with her an bi experience? I know its whatever I feel like it was but also I'm wondering if my hesitation is because deep down having that bi label attached makes the 'im not straight' thought more permanent? If that makes sense? Like 'im not straight' in any way, not even hetero aro/ace? And maybe that thought just makes my head spin a little. I thought about the pan label too; but when I read the definition to see the differences between bi and pan I realized that pan definition doesn't connect the closest but bi does. However I still can't always make it fit. It's like when I was going by aroflux despite the fact it did not fit for me, it was clunky in my brain calling myself that. But then I read about grey-aromantic and it fit perfect! But not my romantic orientation is still in murky waters; I ID as a girl so for the most part of my life boys have been what I've been romantically attracted to, however hetero isn't me. I usually just go as fluid for all my attraction titles which I do like but that opens up more discussion of "okay, but who, what gender?" So in that case I guess bi would be the correct answer...despite the fact gender doesn't play a part (hence fluid label I go with and or queer) but it isn't all genders I fall for, I lean in some directions more than others. So it kind of does, doesn't it? But again I'm like "....meh it just doesn't fit/doesn't fit the way I want." And I am one of those people who agree that you don't have to use every label or any label including micro (for example, aegosexual I can relate to but I don't feel the need to have two microlabels) however, once I start thinking in depth I start to question myself as I do because I'm a thinker. And I think a lot because in real life I'm not in the space where I can speak about this openly with the people in my life.

Wonder if anyone else has had something like this on and off throughout their life too?

Thanks for listening~

you can be bi and greyromantic at the same time, if that helps! but not wanting labels is totally valid and if that feels best then go for it!

[alaynestone]

You don’t have to post this if you don’t want. I just wanted to say I was one of those curious, openminded fans willing to entertain the idea of samjohn (mostly bc deanjohn feels so congruent with canon + there’s so much interesting meta on it that managed to convert me + incestuous households usually affect all of it’s members) but just like you said I was immediately put off by the blatant character assassination that pervades everything from fics to edits to the propaganda in that incest poll lmao.

I guess that’s the major difference - deanjohn requires little to no stretching of imagination bc it already fits seamlessly into canon, whereas samjohn almost demands ooc shenanigans to work.

I also just found the way fans talk about it nauseating for some reason, though that’s likely more of a reflection of my own personal triggers. I love digesting incest narratives, but the fetishistic angle of that blog really makes my stomach turn. That’s not a moral judgement on anyone else’s enjoyment btw! Just another reason why this ship didn’t resonate with me.

thank you for sending me this. it's clear that a lot of people feel the same way.

when i first joined fandom, the few j/s fics were straightforward evil!john non-con. not my thing, but i understood why it was written that way. then came the inexplicably popular fandom creation of "sexkitten sam" which continues to pollute the entire sam/dean fandom and of course extends to other ships too. i'm not even gonna get started on why that's "problematic" because that's not the point, it's not remotely in character. even as an exaggeration sam is not the kind of person to attempt to find agency in outward submission or objectification. he's very vocally not compromising his identity to please his family and especially john. dean is more like that so when you have sam acting like a fetishized pinterest aesthetic moodboard version of dean and dean acting like an old man from wattpad i'm understandably left squinting at the screen. then it's genderswapping sam and using that as a personality eraser because women are automatically submissive and naive and trad?

who is being converted by all this when it has nothing to do with sam, john or even dean? where is dean in all this actually? a core aspect of their family is that dean is closest to both sam and john who rarely had much opportunity to bond without him. there was a distance between sam and john throughout sam's childhood and adolescence. most of his parental needs were being fulfilled by dean even if that was never enough. their situation with their father wasn't the average one where they were simply 2 kids fighting for his attention.

for the most part j/s appears to be about "envying" dean's position in the family. it's about diminishing or straight up erasing dean and more notably about feminizing sam. either directly or otherwise. people generally seem to have big issues with the fact that sam is a man and confidently so. most of the annoying tropes in wincest fandom have this at their core. and of course in order for sam to be "the woman" dean needs to genuinely and authentically be the most stereotypical of cishet men. it's very transparent because right from the start the show poked holes at dean's performance of masculinity. it was very much the point. dean's gender issues could fill a book yet any alternative interpretation of sam and gender seeks to cast dean as the oppressive bigot who would never get it? stopping here before i get off topic but to make myself clear: in theory i respect headcanons i don't understand, but not when they spitefully exist to deny dean's depth in every possible way.

to return to my point about dean's pseudo spouse and mother position being enviable, it misses the point of how harmful john's parenting was to both of them. it's no coincidence that they both view themselves as the unfavorite. dean believes he's taken for granted, only valued for what he can give, how well he can perform his roles, how successfully he could play at being an adult even before he hit double digits. dean can't just exist and be himself while sam is uncompromisingly himself. because of that he believes john doesn't like him, never liked him, rejected him, didn't have time for him, didn't trust him enough with the family secrets, even when those secrets directly concerned him. as of season 1 he still has contempt for dean for what he views as unquestioning obedience to john and letting himself be molded by john. dean had to fight for every scrap of approval and affection and sam refused to do the same if it meant sacrificing his own needs and identity. not everyone reacts to abuse the same way and both characters are very much shaped by their different reactions to their environment. and any j/s shipper argument that is built on the idea that sam was the one john loved more is not only gleefully mocking dean's parentification but ignoring that sam being comparatively sheltered and treated like a son is yet another reason why john would not cross such a line with him. dean "gets it", dean lost mary too, dean is his partner and his confidant, dean can handle adult responsibilities, dean is loving and supportive, dean isn't making him confront his parenting failures, dean can't say no to him. like you said, it doesn't at all stretch the imagination to make j/d fit into dean's backstory. "you are not a child" - "i never was".

as i have been saying, any remotely ic exploration of j/s would have to follow both j/d and s/d. i can't believe in a universe where j/s is the only incest that happens in the family. i think a theoretical plausible j/s fic would have to not only accept but embrace its adjacency to the 2 ships that are compliant with the canon. but whether sam knows for a fact about j/d or not, there's no way he isn't severely impacted by the proximity to that relationship in a number of ways and that's a very compelling dynamic in its own right.

tldr i agree with you anon. people can read and write whatever they want but there's a big difference between incest subtext that is believable and just saying things in a way that's meant to provoke.

[kyleoreillylover]

Forgiveness

Sami Zayn x Fem!Black!Reader

Summary: After Sami leaves the Bloodline, he begs for your forgiveness, after weeks of you avoiding him and refusing to work with him again. But Sami wouldn't be Sami if he gave up, and after he lays it all on the line⎯ for better or for worse⎯ he begs for your forgiveness in a different way.

tagged: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbonesteakwithasideofmashngrav @hope4more-blog @selena-tyler-564@saintaquarius @whatdoeseverybodywant @raya-hunter01@empressdede

word count:8,286

setting: around late march 2023

warnings: smut!!

a/n: not really my best work but I love Sami, got inspired by him nd Kevin's storyline, and worked hard on this so here I am posting it. Hope ya'll enjoy!! (also gif doesn't resemble reader, just a aesthetic for the fic, imagine the reader however you want!)

The sun setting on the horizon made for a beautiful view, but Sami couldn't take his eyes off of you as he raced to catch up with you.

You looked gorgeous even while angry. You wore a frown on your face and a hoodie that clung to your figure, the soft fabric swaying with each step you took.

"Wait, Y/N, wait!" He called after you as you reached your car, ignoring him and unlocking the trunk, trying to put your luggage away. Sami grabbed your arm gently, trying to get your attention.

"Please, just hear me out," he pleaded, his voice filled with urgency and sincerity.

You turned to face him, your expression a mix of frustration and curiosity. "Let me guess, Kevin didn't hear you out so you saw fit to come after me instead?" you retorted, your tone sharp yet tinged with vulnerability.

Sami's eyes softened as he took in your words. "I know you're upset, and you have every right to be. But please, just hear me out," he implored, his gaze locking with yours.

"I gave you how many months to leave the Bloodline and then you chose them over me! And now you expect me to listen to whatever excuse you have?" You snapped, your voice trembling with hurt and betrayal.

"Just do what you do best and leave me alone." Your words hung heavy in the air, thick with emotion as you shut your car trunk forcefully, signaling the finality of your decision.

Sami took a step back, his heart sinking at your words. He knew he had hurt you deeply, and the weight of his choices pressed heavily on his shoulders. But he couldn't give up without one last try. He would never give up on you. "Y/N, please," he pleaded again, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know I messed up, but⎯"

"But what?" You interrupted, your voice filled with a mixture of anger and pain. "There's nothing left to say, Sami. You made your choice."

Sami took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts as he looked into your eyes, seeing the hurt reflected back at him. "But I made the wrong choice, Y/N. I was blinded by loyalty, by the promises they made. But I see now that none of it matters if I don't have you by my side," he confessed, his voice trembling with sincerity.

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. "It's too late, Sami. I'm not sure I can trust you anymore," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your racing heart.

Sami reached out, his hand trembling as he tried to brush away a tear from your cheek, but you flinched away, your heart still raw from the pain he had caused. "I understand if you can't forgive me right away. But please, give me a chance to make things right," he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation.

He wanted to tell you how he really felt about you, but he didn't want to scare you away when you are already being so hostile. "We can defeat the Bloodline together, we don't even have to be friends, we can just work together, but I know that we can beat them if we're united."

You stared at him, and Sami's heart hurt when he saw even more pain and hurt flash across your face. You scoffed, sarcastically chuckling at his suggestion. "Work together?" Your voice cracked with emotion, the pain of betrayal still fresh in your heart.

"Yes, work together," Sami affirmed, his voice unwavering despite the uncertainty in your gaze. "I know it won't be easy, and I know I don't deserve your trust right now. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to earn it back. I'll prove to you that I'm on your side, that I'm committed to fighting against the Bloodline and protecting you."

You studied him for a moment, and you bit your lip, willing the tears to stay at bay. The ache in your chest was almost suffocating, and Sami's concern grew tenfold at seeing you in such distress. "Please, Y/N," he pleaded softly, his eyes pleading for forgiveness. "Give me a chance to make things right. I'll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust, to show you that my loyalty lies with you."

You pushed his hand away gently, taking a step back as you processed his words. The air was heavy with tension, and the fading sunlight cast long shadows across the pavement. Sami's eyes bore into yours, searching for any sign of hope.

"Why would I want to work with someone who doesn't even wanna be my friend?" You paused, your voice wavering as you struggled to articulate the storm of emotions raging inside you. "You don't even want to be my friend, Sami. You just want to use me to beat the Bloodline," you accused, the bitterness evident in your tone.

Sami's brain shut down at your words, his heart sinking even further at the realization of how much he had hurt you. He had been so consumed by his own guilt and fear that he had failed to realize he went about this the wrong way. He didn't ask if you still wanted to be his friend, he simply assumed that you would be willing to work together solely based on your shared enemy.

He had been so focused on convincing you to join his cause that he had neglected the most important thing: your feelings. And he knew you deserved more than that.

"Y/N, that's not true," he protested, his voice pleading as he took a step closer to you.

"Oh really? Then what is true, Sami?" you challenged, your voice laced with skepticism. "Enlighten me, because from where I'm standing, it seems like you only care about yourself and your vendetta against the Bloodline."

Sami's heart sank further at the harshness of your words, but he knew he deserved every bit of it. He had been selfish, so consumed by his own anger and guilt that he had failed to see the pain he had caused you. And now, standing before you, he realized just how much he had lost by pushing you away.

"I know I've made mistakes, Y/N," Sami began, his voice heavy with remorse. "And I'm sorry. I've been so focused on trying to make things right that I lost sight of what truly matters: you."

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say next. "I don't just want to defeat the Bloodline. I want to protect you, to make sure you're safe. And if that means putting aside our differences and working together, then I'm willing to do it. But not just as allies, Y/N. As friends."

You looked at him, searching his eyes for any hint of deception, but all you found was sincerity. His words echoed in your mind, and you felt the walls you had built around your heart begin to crumble. Could you really trust him again after everything that had happened?

Sami held his breath, waiting for your response, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he had hurt you deeply, and he would understand if you couldn't forgive him. But he hoped, with every fiber of his being, that you would give him another chance.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you gazed into Sami's earnest eyes, seeing the vulnerability and regret reflected back at you. Despite the pain he had caused, there was something in his plea that resonated with you, something that made you want to believe in the possibility of redemption.

Then you opened your car door, the same frown from earlier still etched on your face, but the anger had softened into a weary resignation. "Then go ask Jey, your new bestie, for forgiveness because I don't know if I can give it to you," you glared at him, looking up at him through teary eyes. "Or go ask Cody for help since he seems to be your go-to these days."

Sami's heart sank as your words pierced through him like daggers. He had lost your trust, and he knew that mending it would be an uphill battle. But he wasn't ready to give up on you, not when you meant more to him than anything else in the world.

You went to go inside the car, but Sami gently reached out and placed his hand on the car door, stopping you from closing it.

"Y/N, please," he pleaded softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know I've made mistakes, and I can't change the past. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right between us. Please, don't shut me out."

You felt your resolve starting to crumble, so you paused, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. Sami's touch sent a shiver down your spine, a bittersweet reminder of the connection you once shared. Despite your anger and hurt, a part of you still longed for the comfort of his presence.

"Sami, move." You tried to push the car door closed, but Sami's grip tightened slightly, preventing you from shutting him out completely.

"I'm still your best friend, I'm still the same guy that you used to confide in, lean on, and laugh with. The guy you love is back." Sami said softly, his voice laced with emotion.

"I don't even want that version of you anymore, Sami. I don't want anything to do with you." " you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. "So go back and beg Roman for forgiveness, I'm sure he'll listen to you. Or better yet, go find a new ally in the Bloodline. Because as far as I'm concerned, you made your choice."

With that, you managed to push the car door closed, leaving Sami standing alone in the fading light, his heart heavy with regret and longing.

Sami's heart shattered at your words, the weight of his mistakes bearing down on him like a heavy burden. He had lost you, the person who meant everything to him, and he didn't know if he could live with that regret.

"Y/N!" He banged against your car door, desperation evident in his voice as tears welled up in his eyes. He moved in front of the car, causing you to roll down the windows and glare at him. "Sami, I might hate you but I'm not gonna hit you with my car," you snapped, your voice sharp with anger and frustration. "So move!"

"No!"

"Why can't you just let me go?!" It was 6 simple little words, but it finally pushed Sami to admit what he thought you'd deserved to know, what he hoped would stop you from leaving him for good.

"Because I'm in love with you!"

The car came to a complete stop as Sami's words hung in the air, the weight of his confession sinking in. You stared at him in disbelief, your heart racing in your chest as you struggled to comprehend what he had just said.

"What?" you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

"I'm in love with you," Sami repeated, his voice trembling with raw emotion. "I have been for so long, but I was too afraid to admit it. I let my fear and insecurities cloud my judgment, and I pushed you away when all I wanted was to hold you close and never let go."

You sat there, stunned into silence as Sami's words washed over you like a tidal wave. The truth of his feelings hit you like a ton of bricks, shattering the walls you had built around your heart.

You had never expected Sami to admit something so vulnerable, so raw, and yet here he was, baring his soul to you in the fading light of the sunset. You never thought the guy who you have loved for so long would have the courage to confess his feelings, especially after everything that had happened between you.

Sami's heart was in his throat as he waited for your response, his hands shaking with anticipation. He had bared his soul to you, laid his heart on the line, and now all he could do was hope and pray that you felt the same way.

The tension between you was palpable, the air heavy with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. Sami's heart was racing a mile a minute, his entire being hanging on your next words.

"If you are just saying that to manipulate me to helping you with the Bloodline, I swear to god, Sami⎯" you started, your voice trembling with a mixture of disbelief and hope

"I swear on everything I hold dear, Y/N," Sami interjected, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'm not lying to you. I love you with every fiber of my being, and I always will. I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, especially after everything I've done, but I had to tell you the truth. I couldn't live with myself if I didn't."

Your brain was reeling, trying to process Sami's confession. The sincerity in his voice was unmistakable, and you found yourself torn between the pain of his betrayal and the longing in your heart for the love you had always secretly wished for.

You looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of deceit, but all you found was raw honesty and vulnerability. You felt your heart constrict at his words, torn between the love you still harbored for him and the pain he had caused you.

But deep down, you knew that despite the hurt and anger, you couldn't deny the love you still felt for Sami. Could you trust him again? Could you open your heart to him after everything that had happened?

"I…." You struggled to find the right words, your mind swirling with conflicting emotions. You yelped when the car suddenly jerked forward, the engine roaring to life as you inadvertently pressed on the gas pedal in your confusion.

Sami stumbled backward, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched you fumble with the car controls, shutting down your car and bringing it to a halt. The sudden jolt snapped you out of your thoughts, and you looked at Sami with wide eyes, realization dawning on you.

"Y/N, please," Sami pleaded, rushing back to the car door. "I know I've dropped a bombshell on you, and I understand if you need time to process it. But please, don't leave me. I need you."

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. The air in the car felt heavy with the weight of Sami's confession, and you hesitated before finally speaking. "Get in the car," you said quietly, unlocking the doors.

Sami's eyes widened in surprise, a mix of hope and disbelief crossing his face. "W-What?" he stammered, not daring to believe what he had just heard.

"Get in the car, Sami," you repeated, your voice softer this time. The vulnerability in Sami's eyes tugged at your heart, and despite the pain, you couldn't ignore the love that still lingered between you.

Sami didn't waste a second. He opened the car door and slid into the passenger seat, his eyes never leaving yours. The car was filled with a tense silence as you both processed the whirlwind of emotions that had unfolded in the past few minutes.

"I don't know if I can forgive you, Sami," you admitted, your voice breaking. "But I also can't deny that I still love you."

Sami's eyes filled with tears, and he reached out to gently cup your face. "I will spend every day of the rest of my life proving to you that I'm worthy of your love, Y/N. I promise."

Your hand trembled as you placed it over Sami's, feeling the warmth of his touch. The air was thick with emotion, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. The weight of the past, the pain, the betrayal, and the love hung in the air, creating a complex tapestry that neither of you could easily unravel.

"Kiss me." You felt the words escape your lips, surprising even yourself. The intensity of the moment, the raw emotions, and Sami's confession had left you yearning for a connection that transcended the pain.

Sami's eyes widened in astonishment, a mix of joy and relief spreading across his face. Without a moment's hesitation, he leaned in, closing the distance between you. His lips met yours in a tender kiss, a fusion of longing and remorse. The world outside the car seemed to disappear as you lost yourself in the bittersweet taste of reconciliation.

You groaned into Sami's lips as his arm wrapped around you, pulling you closer. You gingerly brought your hand to his hair, experimentally pulling the soft strands, and Sami let out a low groan at the sensation.

You pulled again, and he deepened the kiss, the taste of salty tears mingling with the sweetness of the moment, each moment a silent promise of a new beginning.

You needed his hands on you, touching you everywhere, needed his eyes to convey the sincerity of his love. You've waited years to feel his touch, and months to have him back in your life, and you didn't want to wait any longer.

You broke the kiss, panting heavily as you sat up and moved to Sami's lap, his hands helping you find a comfortable position. The car's interior was filled with the soft glow of the dashboard lights, casting a warm ambiance that matched the newfound warmth between you and Sami.

Sami looked up at you, breath taken away by your beauty in the new light, your eyes filled with a mixture of love, vulnerability, and a hint of mischief. He couldn't believe that you were here, in his arms, after everything that had transpired.

"I love you, Y/N," Sami whispered, his voice filled with sincerity and awe as he cupped your face in his hands. "I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, proving that you're the only one I want."

You smiled, a mixture of emotions playing on your lips. "You have a lot of making up to do, Sami Zayn," you teased, your tone light but with a twinkle in your eyes. "But I love you too, even though I should probably be mad at you."

Sami chuckled, a genuine sound of relief escaping him. "I'll take it. I'll make it up to you every day, I promise." He pressed a kiss to your lips, gentle at first, but neither of you could resist the magnetic pull, and soon the kiss deepened into a passionate exchange of shared emotions and promises. The car became a cocoon of love, a sanctuary where past wounds were starting to heal.

Your hands were everywhere; on Sami's shoulders, tangled in his hair, tracing the lines of his face as if trying to memorize every detail. Sami's hands, equally eager, explored the curve of your waist, the small of your back, as if he, too, was afraid this moment might slip away.

"You're mine." You kissed Sami's neck, your voice a whisper against his skin. "All mine. No Bloodline, no Jey, you're all mine."

Sami smiled against your lips, savoring the possessiveness in your words. He realized what some of the hurt you were feeling was stemming from. "You're jealous of Jey." He licked his lips, his eyes locked with yours, a sight that made you feel a surge of desire coursing through your veins.

You nodded, unable to deny the twinge of jealousy that had gnawed at your heart when Sami mentioned his newfound closeness with Jey. "I was," you admitted, your voice tinged with vulnerability. "But I know I have no right to be, you can be with whoever you want to be with."

You sighed, trying to push away the insecurity that lingered in the corners of your mind. "I bet you had all of them lining up to be with you."

"Y/N, look at me." When you didn't respond immediately, Sami gently tilted your chin up, making sure your eyes met his. "I don't want anyone else, and I never did. Yes, I had offers, but I politely declined because my heart belonged to you. I might have been foolish, blinded by misplaced loyalties, but my love for you never wavered."

You searched Sami's eyes, finding a sincerity that melted away the last traces of doubt in your heart. "You better not be saying this to sweet-talk your way out of trouble," you teased, a playful glint in your eyes.

Sami chuckled, his forehead pressed against yours. “I’m pretty sure you would see through any sweet-talk, wouldn't you?" he said, his voice filled with affection. "I mean every word, Y/N. You're the one I want, now and always."

You grinned, a mixture of relief and happiness flooding your heart. "Well, you've got a lot of proving to do, Sami Zayn. Starting by kissing me like you mean it." You tilted your head, a mischievous smile playing on your lips.

Sami didn't need a second invitation. He captured your lips in a passionate kiss, pouring all the love and longing he felt into the moment. The car became a cocoon of shared desires, a sanctuary where past wounds were gradually replaced by the promise of a new beginning.

You slipped your tongue into his mouth, the taste of his kiss awakening a hunger that had been dormant for too long. Sami responded eagerly, deepening the kiss as if trying to convey all the emotions he couldn't put into words. The air around you crackled with the intensity of the connection, a magnetic force pulling you both into a realm where only the present moment mattered.

It felt addictive. Sami felt addictive, his touch, his kiss, the way he held you—everything about him was a drug you couldn't get enough of. And in that moment, you both surrendered to the powerful currents of love, forgiveness, and desire.

You grinded against Sami's lap, the friction sending shivers down your spine. His hands gripped your waist, fingers digging into your skin as you continued grinding against his lower half.

The car's windows began to fog up, the heat between you and Sami intensifying with each passing second. It was a dance of passion and longing, a physical manifestation of the emotions that had been bottled up for too long.

Sami's breath hitched as he broke the kiss, his eyes locking with yours. The intensity in his gaze spoke volumes, a silent promise of devotion and commitment. "I love you, Y/N," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

"I love you too, Sami," you replied, your voice equally breathless. The weight of the past seemed to lift off your shoulders, replaced by the intoxicating energy of the present moment. "And I need you, right now."

You felt the slow creeping of lust overcoming the remnants of hurt and anger as your eyes never felt Sami. His dark jacket was deliciously disheveled from your passionate encounter, and the tousled hair added to his allure.

Sami smiled at your words, a mixture of love and desire in his eyes. He leaned in to capture your lips once more, the hunger between you escalating.

You swirled your tongue across Sami's lips, eliciting moans and sighs from him. Your body arched toward him, pressing your chest to his, reveling in the feel of his strong embrace. A sense of belonging and love washed over you, replacing the lingering anxiety and guilt that had plagued you since you were both at odds.

He responded by kissing you hungrily, his lips caressing yours as if they would never leave your skin. You felt the need for him grow, desperate for the contact that had been denied for so long.

The heat between you intensified as your hands wandered from his hair to his hips, gripping onto the material of his jacket, desperately seeking more friction.

"Take your jacket off," you whispered against his lips, your voice filled with a mixture of desire and urgency. Sami complied, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it aside. The cool air against his exposed skin sent a shiver down his spine, but the warmth of your body against his quickly erased any lingering chill.

Your hands traced the contours of his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall with each ragged breath. Sami's fingers worked skillfully to unbutton your hoodie, revealing the soft curves of your body underneath. You still had your gear on, the purple fabric clinging to your form, a stark contrast to the heated passion that enveloped you both.

"You look incredible," Sami breathed, his eyes roaming over your body with admiration. He couldn't believe he was here, with you, after everything that had transpired.

"I'd look even better with your hands all over me," you teased, a playful glint in your eyes. Sami chuckled, his fingers deftly working to remove your hoodie, revealing the warmth of your skin underneath.

The air in the car was thick with desire as you both surrendered to the magnetic pull between you. Sami's lips left yours, trailing a path of kisses down your neck, his warm breath sending shivers through your body. The car became a haven of shared desire, the world outside forgotten as you lost yourselves in the intimate dance of love and longing.

Your fingers tangled in Sami's hair, urging him to explore more, to deepen the connection between you. His hands, skilled and gentle, traced the curves of your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. The air was thick with the scent of passion, and the car windows were now completely fogged up, shielding your private moment from the outside world. Thank god for tinted windows.

Sami's lips found yours again, the intensity of the kiss deepening as the hunger for each other grew. The car's interior was filled with the sound of ragged breaths, moans, and the soft rustling of clothes being discarded.

Your hand found the chair's lever, reclining the seat to create more space. Sami eagerly moved with you, the seat accommodating your desire for closeness. He laid you on top of him, his body cradling yours in a sweet fusion of warmth and desire.

The air around you crackled with the shared anticipation, the world outside the car ceasing to exist as you both succumbed to the magnetic pull that bound you together.

"Are…" You kept kissing Sami's sentences away, taking off his pants in the process, making him moan in pleasure. Sami's hands were equally busy, exploring every inch of your body with a gentle yet passionate touch.

"You..." "…sure about this?" Sami managed to speak between kisses, his voice a low, husky whisper that sent shivers down your spine. He wanted to make sure you were both on the same page, that this wasn't just a moment of shared desire but a choice made with a clear mind.

You nodded, locking eyes with him, your gaze filled with a mix of love and longing. "I've never been more sure about anything in my life," you replied, your voice filled with determination. "Now, are you gonna keep talking, or are you gonna show me just how much you've missed me?" you teased, a playful glint in your eyes.

Sami's response was a deep, passionate kiss that left no room for further words. The car became a cocoon of shared desire, the world outside fading away as you and Sami surrendered to the intoxicating energy of the moment.

"Take off that gear." Sami whispered, his voice filled with a primal hunger. You complied, slowly peeling off the last of the purple fabric, revealing the soft curves of your body. Sami's eyes devoured the sight, a mixture of awe and desire reflecting in his gaze.

"You are absolutely breathtaking," Sami whispered, his voice filled with reverence as he traced his fingertips along the contours of your body. The car's interior was filled with the soft glow of the dashboard lights, casting a warm ambiance that matched the newfound warmth between you and Sami.

"Oh, Sami," you sighed his name, the anticipation building between you two. He hovered over you, his eyes locking with yours, seeking permission and reassurance. You nodded, a silent agreement passing between you. With that, Sami sealed the promise with a deep, soulful kiss.

You straddled his lap, your body flush against his, feeling his hot breath caress your face. You felt his heart racing wildly, as if he was running away from an impending apocalypse.

Sami gazed up at you in adoration, his eyes brimming with sincerity, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he nuzzled against your shoulder. He stared at you with such tenderness and affection that even your heart swelled with happiness. "You're perfect," Sami mumbled as his hand went to your chest, tracing a delicate pattern over your rapidly beating heart.

He leaned forward, capturing your mouth once more in another searing kiss. You returned his kiss with equal fervor, letting the emotions inside you take control.

This time it was Sami who led, and you gave Sami the lead as his kisses became increasingly hungry. His tongue swept into your mouth as his hand tweaked your nipple, causing you to gasp and shudder beneath him.

"Fuck," Sami groaned, biting harshly into your lip before sucking it between his teeth.

Was this man trying to kill you before he even got to the main event? The intensity of the moment heightened, the air heavy with the scent of desire. Your hands found their way to Sami's shoulders, fingers digging into the muscles as you let out a low moan.

"Don't tease." You pleaded, your voice a breathy whisper against Sami's lips. His hands continued their exploration, trailing down your sides and over your hips, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Sami chuckled, the sound a mixture of desire and amusement. "I thought you liked a little tease," he whispered, his lips brushing against your earlobe. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but arch into his touch.

"I like it when it leads to something more," you replied, your voice husky with desire. Sami's fingers traced the waistband of your panties, teasingly pulling at the fabric. The anticipation in the air was palpable, the desire between you reaching a fever pitch.

With a swift motion, Sami removed your panties, his eyes locking with yours as he discarded the last barrier between you. The intensity of the moment held you both in its grip, a shared hunger that had been building for far too long.

You always told him how you couldn't stand when he looked at you like you were the only person in the world, but in this moment, you felt like it was true. Sami's gaze was filled with nothing but love and desire, his eyes tracing every curve and contour of your body as if committing them to memory.

"Are you ready?" Sami whispered, his voice a soft caress against your skin. You nodded, unable to find the words to express the longing and anticipation that consumed you.

With trembling hands, Sami guided himself to your entrance, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. You gasped as he slowly entered you, the feeling of fullness overwhelming in the best possible way.

You need this. Needed the connection, the intimacy, the reassurance that despite the tumultuous journey, you and Sami were finally back in each other's arms. The car became a sanctuary of shared desire, the soft moans and sighs filling the air as your bodies moved in perfect harmony as you rode him.

Sami felt the same overwhelming rush of emotions, his heart pounding in sync with yours. The sensation of being intimately connected with you, of finally bridging the gap that had grown between you, was like a balm to his wounded soul.

He watched as your face contorted with pleasure, the tension in your body slowly giving way to ecstasy. Every moan, every sigh that escaped your lips fueled the fire within him, driving him to match your rhythm, to lose himself in the shared passion.

But you needed more than what Sami was giving you. Your heels dug into the car's seat as you arched your back, silently asking for more. "Sami, faster, please." you moaned, your voice a desperate plea.

Sami smiled at your request, his love-filled eyes locking with yours. He adjusted his pace, picking up speed and intensity. You moaned out unabashedly as he responded to your request, the new rhythm sending waves of pleasure through your body.

"Fuck! Keep going, Sami," you urged, your voice a breathless plea. You dug your nails into his back, the sensation only adding to the intensity of the moment.

"Like this?" Sami whispered, his voice a low growl as he gripped your hips to increase his thrusts. He never thought he would see you like this- a pure angel in his eyes- trusting him with your pleasure, trusting him to love you just as much as you love him

"Yes, oh God yes!" A pleasured cry escaped your lips, your head falling onto Sami's shoulder as he hit your sweet spot with each thrust. sweet spot with each thrust. The car's suspension creaked in response to your passionate entanglement, the rhythmic sounds of your moans and Sami's grunts filling the confined space.

You were lucky that no one else was around to witness the passionate symphony unfolding inside the car. The windows were still fogged up, concealing the intimate scene between you and Sami.

It was fast, hard and , and intense. The car rocked with the rhythm of your bodies colliding, the heated air inside the car reflecting the fiery passion that consumed you both. You couldn't get enough of him: your hands roaming over his torso, his lips, his face, his neck.

Each touch, each kiss, every movement sent electric shocks down your veins, your mind clouding with pleasure, your heartbeat echoing throughout the whole car. It was almost like all you could hear was the sound of your own breathing, everything else seemed to melt away;

You gingerly scratched at his back, testing how his skin would react. He moaned and twisted under your fingertips, his eyes drifting shut. You felt him tighten his grip on you, bringing your bodies closer together and deepening the kiss.

The feel of his tongue against yours was addicting, and his thrusts were fast yet gentle, matching your own frantic pace perfectly. The feeling of his bare body against your skin sent tingles coursing through you; Sami's strong hands holding you steady, his lips moving slowly, sensually, making you feel like you belonged, making you feel like the queen he claimed you to be.

The taste of his arousal mixed with your own, your own tongue exploring his lips and the taste of the saltiness of his sweat, both sensations sending you spiraling into euphoria.

All that was left to do was to reach climax. It wouldn't be long now, and the urgency in your bodies begged for release.

"Are you close?" Sami asked, breaking the kiss, saliva mingling on your lips as he spoke, feeling you tremble underneath his touch. You bit at the corner of your lips, your head thrown back as your hands clawed at his back. Your entire body shook with need, your thighs clamped tightly around his hips as your body quivered and strained for release. He could tell how much you wanted to cum - how much you loved and craved for the release.

"Yes," you breathed out, feeling yourself nearing the edge. You kissed down his neck, trying to get him to move faster, to cum before your body betrayed you completely.

Your hands grasped handfuls of his hair as you tried to hold yourself together, your cries of need muffled against his neck as you bit his flesh lightly, eliciting an incoherent whine from deep within him.

Sami realized what you were trying to do and immediately began to move faster, thrusting his hips into your core as he brought his fingers down to your clit, flicking your little bundle of nerves, making you gasp with pleasure and write uncontrollably.

"You first." Sami panted. The heat in his eyes had increased tenfold, a burning lustful glare directed straight at you. You had that same lustful fire in your eyes, as if the two of you were one being, a single entity in a state of frenzy.

You went to argue, but he silenced your words with a kiss, his lips moving in synchrony as he thrust himself deeper into you.

You moaned out uncontrollably as you wrapped your legs around Sami, grinding against his hardness until your inner walls clamped around it, pulsating around his finger tips. The combination of Sami's hot body thrusting into you and the delicious feeling of your release looming made you want more and more, wanting to experience every aspect of his touch.

"Sami, I'm going…" Your sentence trailed off with another sharp intake of breath against Sami's neck as Sami began thrusting harder and faster into your body. "I'm going to cum soon." you cried out again, grabbing ahold of his shoulders and squeezing them tight, the pleasure growing more prominent by the second.

"I know." Sami's voice was thick with raw emotion, his eyes locked with yours. "I know baby," he murmured, his fingers tightening their grip on your hips.

Sami pulled away from your mouth just long enough to press a quick kiss to your lips, his forehead resting gently against yours. You couldn't keep your gaze off of his face, drinking in the sight of him, his beautiful face lit with happiness and satisfaction.

His eyes glistened with unshed tears as he stared back at you, his expression so tender and warm that your heart clenched painfully at the thought of him crying because of you.

"Why are you crying?" You managed to grit out despite the knot forming in your throat, unable to contain the emotions that welled up inside of you at the thought of Sami crying because of you. "Did I hurt you?"

Sami chuckled at the thought of you trying to inflict pain on him when he was the reason behind the torment that you felt. He shook his head no, leaning forward to kiss your lips again. "No, I just love you so much," he murmured against your lips, pressing his forehead against yours once again. "And I can't believe you're here, my love, that you chose me… That you accepted me back."

His voice broke slightly as he said those last few words, his gaze turning distant as he lost himself in his thoughts, but you didn't let him go without putting an end to the silence. With a soft hand placed on his cheek, you guided his gaze towards you, your own tearful eyes sparkling with joy, love and admiration shining brightly from within.

You reached up and cupped his cheek tenderly, bringing your lips together once again in a passionate kiss, partly because you didn't want him to stop and partly because you felt the desire to commit every detail of his gorgeous face to memory.

As your kisses became hungrier and less controlled, Sami's hands started moving from your waist to your breasts, cupping your nipples and squeezing gently, causing you to involuntarily moan. He moved to place a gentle kiss along your jawline, continuing to suckle on your ear lobe.

"I would always choose you, Sami. You could hurt me a thousand times but I'd always forgive and choose you," you whimpered, your chest rising and falling quickly with every harsh breath. "You're my life. You make me happy. You make me laugh. You take care of me. You give me hope."

With each word you spoke, Sami continued to press small kisses all over your jaw and neck, your body begging for his attention, for completion, his thrusts growing more urgent, strong and forceful. "You're my happiness…my happiness," you repeated, the warmth building inside of you reaching its boiling point. "And I'm not letting you go ever again."

You gasped as Sami suddenly pressed you against the car window with such force you knew that you would never forget the searing coldness against your heated skin, and thurstred his cock deep inside of you. You cried out, your muscles contracting violently around his cock, your hands gripping onto his back desperately. "I love you too, so so much."

You closed your eyes, savoring the moment; savouring the feeling of pure bliss engulfing your body; savouring the feel of his fingers rubbing soothing circles across the exposed skin of your stomach; savouring his free hand rubbing your swollen clit and making you throb even more with each passing minute.

He was making you feel like you were floating above everything, above the world and everyone in it, the stars aligning as you were so close to release, it was like all the pieces that didn't fit together finally made sense; finally, everything finally fell in place.

"How much longer?" Sami whispered into your ear as he lifted your leg higher, pulling out slightly before thrusting back in roughly, a loud groan spilling from his lips as he did.

"Just a little bit more!" You panted out, your grip around his back tightening as you fought off another wave of orgasmic ecstasy.

He growled lowly, throwing his head back as he slammed his hips into you repeatedly, his grip tightening on your ass. Your head dropped backwards against the window as your hands went from his back to his face, holding his head firmly in place.

"Kiss me, please baby." You needed the contact as badly as he did, the closeness allowing you to push your desires aside for one final time. He obliged, capturing your lips with his and sucking hungrily on your lower lip, the action drawing another shudder from your body.

Your hands moved from his face to his hair as Sami continued to pump himself into you relentlessly, his movements ragged, almost savage. You were so fucking close, and when he bit your bottom lip softly, thrusting into you the same time he rubbed your clit harshly, you finally let go.

You felt airy and detached as everything faded away; the sound of the traffic roaring past, the sounds of the wind whistling outside, the warmth radiating through the windows; the smell of his cologne; the taste of his kiss; and the warmth of his body.

All that mattered was the feel of the hard flesh of his erection against you, and him pulling out to cum on your stomach, his breaths coming in short gasps. The both of you stood there panting and trembling in exhaustion, your bodies covered in sweat as your breathing finally settled.

Sami slowly withdrew himself, his hands still clutching the sides of your waist. He smiled at the whine that left your lips, gently kissing your forehead as you laid your head against him again.

"My angel," he muttered softly, pulling you tightly against him, his arms surrounding your body. You hugged him back fiercely and rested your chin on his shoulder, closing your eyes in contentment. You loved it when he called you that. It sounded so good coming from his lips. "I'm sorry for everything, but I'm not letting you go now."

He watched as you continued to cling onto him, seemingly unaware or uncaring that your body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. When your eyes closed, he gently tapped on your face to stop you from napping, a soft smile curving his lips.

"You know you'll regret it if you fall asleep," he commented, his voice filled with amusement and love.

"Nope, I won't. I'm wide awake now," you replied with a yawn, snuggling your head tighter against his chest.

"Oh really?" Sami hummed thoughtfully in response, giving in to the urge to nuzzle you with his nose instead of his lips.

"Yeah, really. I'm just tired from this really cute guy who wore me out with his incredible god-like sex."

A low chuckle left Sami, his fingers stroking against your hipbones as his other arm wrapped tightly around you, pulling you flush against his bare torso and kissing your temple softly. "Cute guy, huh?"

You shrugged, your eyes still closed as he kissed your forehead once again, a playful smile spreading across your features. "Yup, super cute. Tall, handsome, kinda sexy…"

"Sounds pretty impressive."

"Mmm, yeah. And he makes you laugh and smile. He's nice, and funny, and kind, and you know what the best part is?"

"What?" Sami asked as you tilted your head up to meet his gaze.

"That I'm in love with him." You paused, a genuine warmth in your voice as you looked deeply into Sami's eyes. He smiled, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin.

"I'm in love with you too," he confessed, his voice soft and sincere. The two of you lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside the car seemingly fading away. After how many years of pining for each other, navigating the complexities of your relationship, you found solace in this moment. The car, once a place of intense passion, now transformed into a cocoon of shared affection.

"How long did you wait for me?" Sami asked, his fingers now idly playing with strands of your hair.

You chuckled softly, the post-lovemaking glow illuminating your features. "Since we first met. What about you? How long did you wait for me?"

Sami's gaze softened as he recalled the journey that brought them to this point. "I think I knew pretty early on, but I was scared. Scared of ruining our friendship, scared of losing you altogether. It took me a while to gather the courage to admit my feelings."

You smiled, tracing circles on his chest with your fingertips. "And it only took me threatening to leave for you to spill your feelings, huh?"

Sami laughed, a deep, resonant sound that echoed in the confined space of the car. "Well, I couldn't let you go without a fight. I realized losing you was scarier than admitting how much I cared."

You leaned up to press a gentle kiss on his lips. "I'm glad you fought for us."

"Me too," he whispered against your lips, the sincerity in his eyes matching the tone of his voice. The world outside the car seemed to disappear as you shared this intimate moment, the afterglow of your connection lingering in the air.

"I love you," you murmured, your words carrying the weight of years of longing and the joy of finally being together.

"I love you too, more than words can express," Sami replied, his arms holding you close as if afraid you might vanish.

Your phone beeped, and you picked it up to check the notification. Sami watched as a smirk crossed your face, curiosity sparking in his eyes.

"What's so amusing?" he inquired.

You held up the phone, showing him a message from a friend. "Kevin just texted. Turns out he's not as mad at you as you thought. Whatever you said to him must've gotten through to him."

Sami's eyebrows shot up in surprise, a mixture of relief and curiosity washing over his features. "Really? What did he say?"

You turned your phone off, giving Sami a playful smile. "Let's just say you'll have backup against Jey during your promo. He forgives you too. But don't tell him I told you."

Sami's eyes brightened with gratitude and love, towards Kevin for finally mending things with him, and towards you for forgiving him and helping in the process. "Thank you," he whispered, sincerity in his eyes, and he kissed you tenderly.

The lingering taste of your shared intimacy and the newfound resolution with Kevin blended in the air. The car, once a stage for intense passion, had become a sanctuary of love, forgiveness, and shared history.

"I'm grateful, too," you whispered, the sincerity echoing in your voice as you returned his kiss. The car, though slightly cramped, felt like the most comfortable place in the world with Sami by your side and his lips on yours.

As you lay there, tangled in each other's arms, you couldn't help but reflect on the journey that brought you to this moment. The highs and lows, the laughter and tears, the misunderstandings and resolutions – it all seemed worth it now, as you found yourself in the arms of the person you loved.

"I never want to let you go," Sami admitted, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your back.

"Then don't," you replied, meeting his gaze with a soft smile. "We've waited long enough, Sami."

Sami smiled at you brightly, like the stars in the night sky above. He kissed you once more, a sweet and lingering kiss that spoke of promises and commitment. "Back me up tonight with Kevin? I'll find you a kendo stick."

You smiled back at him, love and support shining in your eyes. "Always."

As you lay there in each other's embrace, you felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over you. The outside world and its challenges could wait – in this moment, it was just you and Sami, sharing a space where love and forgiveness triumphed over all obstacles.

[yuikomorii]

I was reading your post regarding your preference on Yui's outfits throughout the games and it made me curious, what are your honest thoughts on Yui's white wedding dress shown in some CGs? I have to admit, I love gloves and Yui in an updo looks even more beautiful, but a ballgown with a sweetheart neckline just doesn't scream Yui to me, maybe that's just me. I think an A-line dress with off-the-shoulder straps might fit her more? To be fair, I'm a little biased because I've never been big on ballgowns, they rarely appeal to me. Feel free to disagree with me tho!! I think many like her dress, but I always imagined her in something a little different. I love your blog btw! 💗💗

// I honestly have no complaints regarding the DF wedding dress. In my country, ball gown is the most popular type of wedding dress, therefore every time heroines wear that, I only see the default image, haha. Still love it; looks so puffy and comfy!

No clue why they made the necklace that color, though. It’s cute but it really doesn’t match with anything? I guess it would have been more aesthetically pleasing if the flower hairclips were blue too.

However, I can’t say DF is Yui’s best wedding dress when the HDB and MB ones exist. These give off the “Vampire’s bride” vibes more, you know? Besides, Yui looks much better in DARK clothes! ( ๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و ♡

Cordelia’s dress is iconic, simple but elegant at the same time. The rose in her hair is really pretty; I enjoy seeing Yui with loose hair even on her wedding day uwu. Also, “curveless” where?? Her body is literally stunning!

Yui's best wedding look is by far the MB one. A classy yet youthful dress that not only suits Yui perfectly but also the DL atmosphere!

[my-exmo-life]

|| TW for Mormonism, internalised fatphobia, discussions of fatphobia and diets, negative self talk ||

Pls excuse me I’m mildly tipsy (but not tipsy enough that I can’t add a TW bc we respect people here on this blog)

You know what we don’t talk about enough? The idealisation of thinness in the Mormon church.

All the aesthetics and ideals are of these size 0 blonde white women and, shockingly, that’s harmful.

I discovered this week that wearing a skirt is triggering for me bc it makes me look a little bigger and makes my belly relax from the default “must suck in”.

IM NOT EVEN OVERWEIGHT.

I’m a little “bigger” than I “should be” according to society but dear fucking god who cares?? Call the goddamn police, I guess it’s a crime to love food.

I bought a beautiful skirt. It’s got kinda witchy vibes. These cool suns and moons and it’s so breathable and comfy. I wore it work. AND GUESS FUCKING WHAT. I was uncomfortable all day.

I looked fucking amazing even tho I was just at work. But my stomach said lol nope you don’t get to be comfy without suffering.

I’ve taken to just measuring the waists of pants I want to buy so I don’t have to try them on (usually works just fine) so I did that to a pair of jeans I was wanting to buy (I’d already bought a smaller size that didn’t fit and I was doing a great job feeling neutral about having to size up)

So I measured the waist and saw it should fit but out of paranoia I measured my own and IT HAD GONE UP 10 FUCKING CENTIMETRES.

So I tried the jeans on anyway bc hey, why not, I feel like shit anyway. And it was too tight. Logically I know I was just bloated and shit but there was that little voice in my head that was going “fat, gross, disgusting, whale, etc”

And it sounded just like all the Mormon women that came before me. My mom. My grandmother. My aunt. All women I love and adore and who I don’t have a single memory of when they weren’t on a diet.

I hate that fat phobia is so baked into this religion. I’ve been out for going on 3 years and it’s still fucking affecting me. I can’t wear my beautiful new skirt because it fucks me up too much.

I’m planning to deprogram myself so I can just wear the fucking skirt but I have no idea how long it’ll take. I’ll do it tho. I know that much.

Also guess what. I measured my waist again the next morning. Back down ten centimetres.

If we ever want girls and women and just people in general to feel even slightly normal about their bodies we need to teach them about weight fluctuations and that they’re normal.

I know through experience and research that they’re normal. But I still felt like shit in that moment. It’s just fatphobia, plain and simple.

[panzershrike-pretz]

Hey Pretz!! 2, 14, and 25 for the HBO War fandom positivity ask game please 💙

Zim zam, Lou!

2. Who are some of your fav creators/mutuals?

You put me in a situation right here 😭 I hate having to choose because I just love everyone and don't like leaving people out xD BUT, if i do really have to choose i'd go with @next-autopsy and @malarkgirlypop because of their fics! I don't keep up with a lot of reading so I only really know their works, and i absolutely FUCKING LOVE THEM!!!! And @sweetxvanixlla because oh my god. Those moodboards. I get the feelings. Also, @samwinchesterslostshoe because drawings. OH MY GOD THAT IS INSANE. Love my boy Antonio Julian Spiegeon.

I actually just want to tag everyone because I just love them and their stuff, tbh, but decided to go with a top 4 for now. If you are my mutual and is seeing this, I ALSO LOVE YOU AND EVERYTHING YOU DO WANT TO HUG YOU AND KISS YOU ON THE FOREHEAD DON'T FEEL LEFT OUT.

14. Your fave underrated character?

Lou why are you so mean to me. W h y. I'm just here like- dying. Cannot choose. Will be letting you down 9n this one xD it's been too long since I last saw BoB and I can't remember right now who's more underrated, so I don't feel in a good enough position to choose from :'].

25. What colors do your mutuals remind you of?

Ok. Starting up with you, @luckynumber4, definetely dark or navy blue. I think it's because of your blog aesthetic but really, the url also fits and I love it.

@next-autopsy is emerald green. It's the color she uses on her fic and I cannot see Nex without thinking of that color anymore.

@xxluckystrike i think you remind me of gold. Like, golden flower fields; your personality definetely makes me think of that.

@malarkgirlypop is seafoam OR pink (that really strong one almost radioactive.) The seafom is because it simply fits her so fucking well??? Goes amazingly with her hair too. And the pink is because of her personality. She's just so radiant and catches your attentionwithouteven trying. Love it.

@land-sh is definetely wine. Yes its because of the blog. Fight me.

@sweetxvanixlla is this color: 🩵. Its an emoji she always uses and I cannot see this color anymore and not think of her; just amazing.

@georgieluz is lavander. That's it. He makes me think of it and I love that.

@footprintsinthesxnd is moss green. Idk but just gives ne the vibes; I think its simply so pretty and a not very appreciated color (yeah this is a call out. Everyone should appreciate Jess a lot. Love her.)

@coco-bean-1218 is light pink. Mostly because of her old pfp, but also because she seems soft and is so very kind! Light pink fits her a lot.

@whollyjoly is orange, mostly because that flower crown in her pfp always catches my eye (i fucking love that holy shit).

@mads-weasley is also orange. Based in vibes alone. Love u.

@iceman-kazansky is ice blue or white, they remind me of winter (i guess its because of the Gene pfp?? Idk) and I simoky love the feels.

@bucky32557038ww2 is salmon. Its a calm and good lookung color; it brings ne good feelings and I think it definetely fits you!

@holdingforgeneralhugs you. You are a hard one?? But like... your name makes me think of violet. That or any shade of purple, really.

@thewayisset is white. Its simple, i know, and its also heavily inspired on the pfp, but I just feel like white suits you.

@samwinchesterslostshoe is gray-ish red, because of the pfp on the discord group. I think its a pretty color that suits you :].

I am sure i forgot about some people but i really tried here xD I got the most my brain would let me and I think that's fair KEKEKEKEK

[littlestspy]

Spy's super-duper easy big kid Easy-Ups tutorial!

Note before we start- I didn't write image descriptions on this post, as I feel I'd just be repeating the written out steps in slightly different wording. If you think they'd be helpful, let me know and I can try! I can also make a video of this process if that's something people want

(Modded Easy-Up pictured next to an unmodded one and a target brand L/XL bedwetting pant)

Sizing notes: I have large hips (about 39in/100cm) and muscular thighs. I fit comfortably in XL Goodnites (I suspect I could wear L but haven't tried), Target brand L/XL bedwetting pants, and generally wear a size L in adult diapers although I probably need to go down to M. I think these would probably fit up to around 45"/114cm hips.

What you need:

Two Easy-Ups (I'm using size 5t-6t. I expect you could also use 4t-5t) or similarly designed training pants

Scissors

Hot glue. Be careful and don't burn yourself, I suggest using silicone finger protectors or heat proof gloves! You could probably also use other types of glue as long as it's water resistant, or even a needle and thread if you're only going to wear and not have accidents

Plushie friend for emotional support

How-to:

1. Tear the sides of both Easy-Ups, like you would to take it off

2. Play around with how long you want it to be. It's helpful for this step if you have a training pant or a diaper that fits you comfortably to reference, but you can also make your best guess, or get all fancy and use a tape measure for proper measurements

3. Carefully peel back the cotton from the plastic backing around where you'll be making your cuts

4. Cut! Be careful, the absorbent material stays inside pretty well but it can spill out here. Don't cut the stretchy sides, you'll need them for a later step so hold onto them

5. Slot one Easy-Up into the other, between the absorbent inside and the plastic backing. I overlap mine by about an inch and a half, but you can do more or less

6. Glue the plastic down. Make sure there aren't any small gaps in the glue, you want it to be watertight (less important if you don't plan to wet them)

7. Glue the outer cotton layers down. As the cotton doesn't serve any function other than aesthetics/comfort, you can trim it back as much as you want and you don't have to use as much glue here

8. Flip the Easy-Up over. Fold the exposed edge at the join in on itself to keep the absorbent insides in place, and glue it down. You want this to NOT be watertight so that it absorbs properly, so use small dots of glue to secure it in place

9. Glue the cut leak guards together. This is the part where I'm most likely to burn myself, so be really careful! If you don't plan on wetting, you can probably skip this step

10. Take the pieces you cut off earlier and cut off the stretchy sides. You'll want to cut them to fit you. For me, using all of the sides made the Easy-Up too big for me, so I trimmed them down a bit

11. Glue the cut sides to the existing sides of the Easy-Up, front and back. Overlap for strength

12. Glue the front and back sides together, the same way they were out of the package so that they can be torn. If you plan to just wear and not use, you may want to glue them overlapping like the previous step so that they're less likely to tear if you want to rewear them

13. All done! Go pick out a potty chart and some stickers like the big kid you are!

(No pictures of them being worn/in use, as this is a SFW blog so I'm not posting pics of me in my undies, sorry folks!)

Closing thoughts/pros and cons

Overall, I'd consider this to be a really successful experiment! I started with these ones because the designs are cute (and they had them at my local pharmacy), but since they worked so well, I'm planning to play around with Pull-Ups and maybe the smaller sizes of Goodnites with the Disney prints. These probably won't be something I make/wear all the time (while they performed great, my incontinence is better managed by diapers rather than any pull-ups), but I was aiming for something that would make me feel like a kiddo working on potty training, and they very much do. Also, while I am posting this as a tutorial for other people to follow, I'm considering an agere store and selling packs of these for folks who can't or don't want to DIY-- would anyone be interested in that?

Pros:

Easy to do and only needs supplies most people already have

Fairly cost effective-- depending on the pack size you buy, it works out to about the same cost per pant as buying a pack of Goodnites

Very comfy! I couldn't feel the seams when I had them on!

I was surprised by how absorbent they are! Wetting accidents are absorbed evenly through both Easy-Ups, the Pampers three channel absorbancy really lives up to the hype! I've had no leaks except for when I literally push them past their absorbancy capacity, the glued seams haven't had any issues. I can't say how well they'll perform for everyone, as I have a tiny bladder and to test them, I was just wetting as soon as I felt the need rather than trying at all to hold or make it to the potty, but they held about 3 accidents for me. I haven't tested them for #2 accidents yet, but if I keep wearing them regularly, I'll be testing sooner or later whether I want to or not, so... watch this spot for updates I guess

Cons:

Time consuming. It takes me about 30 minutes to do this

Still has an upper size limit. Theoretically you could keep adding the sides of other Easy-ups, but I have no way to test how well that would work, so I can't officially recommend that

Not as full coverage as a pant meant for bigger sizes would be. It covers what's important, but your bottom might be hanging out a bit

[biconickyoshi]

tag games :)

Woooo thanks for tagging me @the-cloud-whisperer!! :) I’ve never done one of these before!

* Last song I listened to: Telephone Number by Junko Ohashi (classic city pop bop)

* Favorite color: Forest green - I painted my home office this color and it’s very calming (plus gives off hobbit vibes)

* Currently watching: Dungeon Meshi, didn’t expect to like it as much as I do but I look forward to every new ep and even binged the manga the other day :)

* Spicy/savory/sweet: Savory all the way, can’t handle too much spicy or sweet at a time T-T

* Relationship status: Married

* Current obsession: Strongest and longest running special interest is A:tLA since 2007, specifically Zukaang now ever since late 2021 when I had an epiphany about the ship and started writing The Avatar and the Fire Prince :)

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🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

* Take A Chance With Me - NIKI (literally fits Zukaang so well so I listen to it a lot)

* Lovegod - Sarah Kinsley (the piano in this makes me feel so nostalgic and gives me extreme Debussy vibes)

* Naked in Manhattan - Chappell Roan (sapphic bop)

* That’s Me - Gnoss (celtic music is just 🤌🏻✨ i love it so much)

* Bewitched - Laufey (I feel like im in an old disney movie when I listen to this)

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nickname: KJ

zodiac sign : gemini, but none of the gemini traits fit with my personality so I don’t much believe in astrology lol. if I’d have been born just a day or two later I’d be a cancer and much more inclined to believe in it bc it fits me way better

height : 5'4"

last thing I googled: tripleS members (a kpop group my sister recently introduced me to lol)

amount of sleep: usually 6-7 hours, I recently got diagnosed with mild sleep apnea so I wake up literally every hour or two and i have to use a cpap 😔

dream job: hmm well I guess I’m working it right now (I’m a therapist)? when I was a kid I wanted to be on broadway (I was big into musical theater/choir)… now I honestly kinda don’t really “enjoy” working in general even though there are parts of my job that I enjoy. I honestly get the most satisfaction out of doing things I like for my own enjoyment (like writing and drawing) rather than for monetary gain.

movie/book that describes me the most: uhhhhhh I guess I’d say LotR, I very much relate to Frodo lol (which is one of the reasons he’s my pfp on my main blog). I also love its portrayal of wholesome masculinity and kindness/goodness conquering all.

favorite song: hard to choose… there’s literally so many I like lol. I really love 1of1 (both the album and the song) by SHINee (my fave kpop group)

favorite instrument: I would say the mandolin or the fiddle

favorite aesthetics: I really enjoy the vibe of whimsigoth, though my personal style does not incorporate it. I attempted it a couple years ago but felt it was too femme - nowadays I wear “fashionable” men’s clothes (layers, button-ups, men’s jeans)

favorite author: Charlotte Brontë simply because I love Jane Eyre so much. She made me feel so many emotions with that novel 😭 I related to Jane a bit too much

random fun fact: hmmmm well I was the lead in two different musicals when I was in high school which was pretty neat! I mentioned somewhere above that I wanted to be on broadway growing up so that’s the closest i’ve gotten to that lmao

Gonna tag some of y’all if you wanna play (no pressure tho) :)

@finn0cchio @my-cabbages-gorl @veggiesforpresident @buncly13 @asukas-numberone-defender @zeno-zero @rennelelorren @gordielaweirdo @isthei @kirinjaegeste

[mitamicah]

Now I finally seem to be able to do things let me present to you the results of the 'vibe' polls :3

Earlier this week I jumped on the hype train for polls about which bandmember of JO + what character in the käärijä universe you felt I shared a vibe with.

Now I could have shared the results earlier but one thing to know about me is that I often get stupid ideas so I decided that whoever you chose that I shared a vibe with I'd cosplay

So after having searched my closet for things that somehow worked without further ado here's the Joker Out member you guys voted I shared vibe with:

I got

Jure aka the cat 😸

I mean it was not even close x'D

This surprised me since I hadn't expected to be paired with the cat boy xD But thinking about it I can see why you guys would chose him - we share a sort of bubbly excitment for things and - at least online - I can come off as very energetic and silly x'D Also I am known to randomly meow at people x'D

However, personally I feel like Jure is way more extroverted than I am and so I am glad to see Nace being the second highest :'D I feel like we do indeed share a sense of calm/silent presence while still being able to join in on the fun - I think where I might divert from Nace is that I am definitely not good at being the mom friend :'D x'D

For Bojan in third I think we're back to the 'I see why you'd say that because I am quite energetic and excited online but also he is way more extroverted than I believe I am' argument :'D yet like I'll elaborate on below with the comments for the tags I can definitely see the points for why Bojan could fit :3

Jan and Kris being so far behind is ooooph x'D Well, I can kind of understand tho especially Kris :'D I am not sure I'd call myself a Kris either - he is way too cool and sassy compared to me x'D Jan might be too laid back idk?

Now, tag time :3

@sve-sto-znam Micek - I love it x'D (First nickname unlocked x'D hahahah)

@c28hunter + @anxious-witch awwwn you are both too nice :'3 Especially you, Eryka calling me a comfort blog 😭

@merlilica whelp x'D I see you definitely picked up on my excited puppy and/or orange cat vibes x'D I don't blame you :'D

@j-restlessgeek this one hits close to home :'3 because yes I am quite hard on myself and have always been :'D Also I can be a bit of a jack of all trades (master of none) sometimes x'D the last point is honestly very true - I am way too much of a rulefollower to cheat x'D

Now onto the Käärijä universe results

You guys chose ...

Häärijä

Actually, that didn't surprise me much x'D I would probably too have chosen the little yellow man given that all his little quirks reads as very autistic to me which to a dorky autistic person like me is very fitting x'D He seems a bit confused but a good guy and sport and I would like to think myself the same :'D Also we both have a dumptruck of an ass x'D

Käärijä and Jaakko sharing second surprised me tho - especially Jaakko but that might be because I am not sure what his personality is tbh x'D so I am curious to hear if either of you voting Jaakko could tell me what makes me a Jaakko :'D? Käärijä I can sort of understand since I have probably stolen way too much/let me inspire of his aesthetic recently x'D yet I also see it as a sort of compliment because I have indeed felt more confident (both in my body and in my weirdness) lately :'D <3

Third is a big tie but that is to be expected I guess when there's not many votes (which is fair it is a harder poll to answer :'D) so Jesse, Bojan and Tommy takes that spot :3

Time for comments on tags :D

@bisonaari see now it is here I'd love to hear from you (if you want to and/or have time mind you) Bison what exactly it means to be Jaakko coded since I am not sure myself :'D

@j-restlessgeek fair x'D

@anxious-witch This is so interesting since you pretty much just guessed my major x'D Sociology was my favourite topic the year I studied Journalism and after that I moved to study Psychology which is sort of the same thing so kudos to you to read me this well x'D I find it intersting as well that you mentioned me being right in other polls because personally I felt so lost in many of the polls x'D For that reason I tried only tagging on polls I was a bit more sure about and even then it was a lot of following the gut feeling x'D but really I don't mind I see it as a compliment being compared to Bojan :3 xD

And that was this - that was this very long and probably overly detailed rundown of the results x'D Thank you for everybody participating :3