#and/or if I should be tagging things differently

[babybluebanshee]

Someone pointed out that a lot of recent films that previously focused on the importance of found family (Lilo and stitch is the most recent, but they also mentioned Frozen, Wreck It Ralph, and Toy Story, plus HTTYD in the tags) have had that messaging undone by their sequels and remakes. And if I were more conspiracy brained, I would point out how found family narratives are very important to queer people, who’re often rejected or mistreated by their biological families, because it reminds them that there is a place for them in the world. That even if some or all of their blood relatives won’t have them, someone out there will gladly welcome them into their family of choice. It’s been foundational to the queer experience for centuries and so much media that’s beloved by queer people (whether openly queer or merely coded) focuses on it. And how in a social and political time when backlash against queer people is reaching a fever pitch, the emphasis on “actually no, these people who were shunned, mistreated, and isolated for being different and came together to be happy anyway should split up without even a thought to the people who have loved and welcomed them and made them feel safe and accepted for the first time. They should all have normal dreams and want to live respectable, individualist lives and have socially acceptable careers and get married and have children, and the ones who want them all to stay together are explicitly shown to be wrong and holding the others back.” is actually kind of nefarious, especially with Disney’s current very, very, very bad erasure of queer themes and characters along with the revelation of their support of Florida’s don’t say gay bill. Given all that, this would all seem very concerning to me. Good thing I’m not conspiracy brained tho.

[wyllpower]

*for context, I've been on and off tumblr since 2012.

if I disagree with someone's fandom take, I’ll most often reblog a post directly and attach a comment, if it’s something I feel strongly about. this is not usually an attempt to ‘correct’ or ‘teach’ the OP, who will likely not change their mind, but an attempt to provide a public viewpoint countering OP’s public statement.

one caveat of the above is that if you are purely hurling personal attacks - saying that someone's art or writing is ugly or stupid, telling them to fuck off, calling them names - that's just abuse and you should speak to OP directly and privately once you have calmed down. or maybe log off.

'talking in tags' is fine if I'm just riffing, but I feel that too many people talk in tags excessively and then I have to screenshot and respond, rather than just responding directly. this is time consuming and also inaccessible for fans who use screen readers.

if the reply is not that important, or I just want to make a quick comment or join a conversation, I’ll use the replies. however I find that replies can also be passive-aggressive since if OP wants to rebut your statement, they have to screenshot and add it to a reblog and then respond to you, rather than just reblogging.

there is no real point to passive-aggressively complaining about a post you saw online to one of your friends. this is, at best, venting or consciousness-raising. sometimes you can sit down and discuss with a friend to figure out what to say, but I still think the response should eventually be made public, if it matters to you. only talking to people who agree with you makes little difference in fandom settings. It can also be a kind of bullying behavior if whole groups of people are getting together on Discord for example to snark and mock someone’s post, and can even give rise to targeted abuse and harassment.

I also find vagueblogging to be rude and passive aggressive. especially for the target of the vagueblog - OP and their friends know that the post is 'about you,' but everyone else is left wondering who is being criticized and why the thing that was done is so bad that it warrants a semi-public callout. this is ultimately hurtful because it does not help the target address their behavior, or correct the weird or under-informed take, nor does it help inform the rest of the community. it makes people paranoid and anxious and ultimately reduces the amount of positive interactions as people withhold their ideas for fear of being targeted and harassed.

the only real value of a vagueblog in my opinion is a general 'PSA' that is directed at multiple members or sections of a fandom, without intending to call out any one person directly, but addressing a general trend that you, the poster, disagree with. this could be a good option for, e.g. discussing subtle examples of fandom racism that don't rise to the level of outright bigotry, but maybe the people participating in the trend don't realize that it is coming off as racist.

simply ‘ignoring’ a take is fine if it’s not that important and it doesn’t matter to you. but my general rule is if something is actually bothering me or represents a more general trend that I disagree with - a widely-held misread of a character’s personality or intentions, etc. - I will say something. if you do speak up you should also be prepared for the reality that OP could get angry with you for daring to contradict their viewpoint. but that’s frankly their problem and not yours.

overall I feel that expressing disagreement should be more more welcomed in society in general and fandom in particular. I have learned a lot from people publicly disagreeing with me on issues large and small, even if it made me angry at the time. especially in fandom settings, these are fictional characters and fictional settings, so it's honestly safer and more fun to debate and discuss our takes about characters in an online sandbox setting where no real people are being criticized or maligned. and it can be a good foundation for thinking about real-world issues as well.

i actually need to know people's thoughts on this because at least in my experience the answer to this has drastically changed since i was on tumblr in the 2010s and its driving me fucking insane

*im talking about fandom takes specifically. not someone being horribly evil about a real-life issue or or blatantly factually incorrect. literally just harmless fandom disagreements or differing interpretations of a text/character/etc.

[gusdeservedbetter]

You know what isn't a crime, but definitely should be one? The casual mischaracterization of Sentry in fan content. I'm so done😭

1. I hate how he's often depicted as cruel, he's not, look at him, fucking look? And when Ava asks about the hair dye, what does he do? He looks to Val for an answer, he's constantly fidgeting, trying to find an out for the bunch of misfits who previously helped him in the vault.

2. I hate how people try to turn it into a Marc Spector, Steven Grant and Jake Lockley situation when it's. Like. Not?? This is such a disservice to both Moon Knight and The Sentry, and real people who relate to the two characters' (very distinct very different) mental health issues. Bob doesn't have DID, if anything, the movie leans towards him being bipolar. Sentry is Bob, the guy literally tells Yelena in the vault that he has high highs and low lows, the high is Sentry, the low is the Void, that's it. Bob is both Sentry and The Void. What's so hard to understand? It's the mania (Sentry), followed by depression (Void) then he forgets. That's how Bob describes it in the first act of the film, that's how it happens in the third act.

3. This is not a contradiction to point 1, but Sentry is unhinged. He is awkward and somehow soft spoken? But he is unhinged, and invincible, and fucking terrifying. I'm tired of the stoic depictions in fics like🙂‍↔️ idc if you wanna write fics for comic Sentry, just don't tag them as mcu stuff. (WHO AM I KIDDING COMIC SENTRY IS FUCKING SCARYYY STOP THE BABYFICATION)

4. He is not evil (the fact that we have to spell this out... media literacy is truly dead huh), no shit the Thunderbolts* will be scared of him, of course they will be– he kicked the ever-living shit out of them. But he's not malicious, he doesn't use unnecessary force. Call it condescending, but he's going easy on them, toying with them, and deals arguably softer blows to Yelena, John and Ava, the trio he already met at the vault (because he's the same person, yk? jesus)

5. Prespective is a thing, the team wasn't there to see Sentry tell Val he doesn't want to kill them (they're no threat to him), it's the root cause of their disagreement, it leads to the New York Blackout TM, but we, the audience, were. So tell me why the fuck do I see stuff with this guy terrorizing that team for no reason? 😭 bfr guys.

6. So what? So while I can buy you showing me Ava or John or Alexei or Bucky or Yelena being fearful of the Sentry, or Val (hahaha eat shit Val), I simply can't get behind him actually being a threat to them, on purpose and beyond swatting them like flies, because hi hello have you seen the movie? Yeah.

7. Have I mentioned Sentry is unhinged? Yeah. Yeah. We got glimpses of it with Val before Mel pressed the kill switch but!! Sentry!! Is!! Unhinged!!

8. Find a middle ground, he doesn't have to be uwu or straight up satan or stoic as a rock, he is Bob in mania, so that's inherently Bob with high levels of energy and a higher self esteem (more like a GODLY EGO) and impulsivness and dillusions of grandeur (except they're not dellusions anymore? So rip), so do with that what you will.

Fingers crossed for more in-character Sentry content, at least the Sentry depicted by Lewis Pullman, who put his all into this performance but whose character is still somehow misunderstood? Anyways.

Thanks for coming to my TED Talk.

[fortisseto]

Hello, I have a list of Sinners takes (more so critiques and issues about the current state of the Sinners fandom). It's going to be a long one, so sit tight! For a full disclaimer, I am a black person—listen to my voice and other black voices. This list has three items.

(Before anyone says anything, yes fandom is fandom. People are going to do what they want and that's within their will. I'm not coming here to forcibly say that you can't do anything, but I'm here to preach my word and perhaps it'll make you ponder in your own time.)

SPOILERS AHEAD.

Short answer? I hate it. But you aren't here for the short answer and neither am I. There are a couple of different reasons why shipping Preacher Boy Sammie and Remmick together, in my opinion, is wrong, and that's what I'm here to discuss. I first heard this take when I had just gotten out of the movie theatre and went to favourite Tumblr tags. I see someone saying something along the lines of, "Oh, Sammie and Remmick were so down bad for each other/Remmick wanted Sammie so bad." On TikTok, there's a video of a person saying this quote:

1. Sammick.

"Maybe I've missed it, but I haven't seen this take on Sinners yet— but Remmick was down bad for Sammie. Another thing that movie lacked was queerness, and I'm gonna put my queer little lens on and I'm gonna say that dude wanted Sammie. Yes, he wanted his musical talent, but I do think you could interpret it willingly that he was also just down fucking bad for him. Because that look in his eye, oh, 'Is that my soulmate? That's my soulmate.'"

Not only am I black, but I am also queer, and the following statement could not possibly be queerphobic under any circumstances: it is dangerous to romanticise the point of Remmick and Sammie's relationship and what Remmick was supposed to symbolise. If you know things about history and have ever wondered, "when did the Irish become white?" Your "when" should be directed to a "how." There's a book titled How the Irish Became White. Irish people were victims of colonialism and oppression, as they were othered by the rest of Europe due to their appearance, culture, language and religious practices. When they came to America, they would often be excluded in a lot of white spaces, and be painted with racist imagery in the media. The suffering they endured is incomparable to black people, as all oppression is, but it was still bad.

Now, back to the question of how did the Irish become white? It's simple. They became their oppressors to other black people. In the time of slavery, many Irish slowly integrated themselves into whiteness by showing their distaste for black people and actively participating in anti-black racism. They became overseers of plantations, practically carrying out the master's orders onto slaves.

This is something the movie was trying to tell us. Remmick is jealous and hurt because he is an Irish man who has been forced to cut himself off from his culture, and is being forced to forget himself. He wanted to see his ancestors again, and so he promised many a place of sanctuary and freedom, love and acceptance, when all he was doing was playing the role of his colonisers. Colonising Sammie's sound for his own benefit. He is a branch of white supremacy that's talked about much too little, and that is the white supremacy that's infatuated with black culture. So infatuated that if you called them racist, they would gasp, and like Remmick, say, "We believe in equality." Remmick isn't in love with Sammie, he is acting out of hurt and executing it like his oppressors did. It is supposed to show the hypocrisy of this rhetoric. You aren't changing your life and you aren't changing others, you are forcefully making them a part of your image because you've forgotten the sight of a mirror. You've forgotten the height of your father and the song of your mother. And from @/snarlmalden

"The portrayal of white people who have been violently separated from their own culture stealing the power of black culture and music to try to get reconnected was SO literal and somehow not at ALL heavy-handed or trite. Fkn remarkable."

Another problem with Sammick is how uncomfortable I find that people are with black love and queerness that doesn't centre white people. This also has to do with how people treat Stack and Mary versus Smoke and Annie (mind you, the main couple of Sinners). People will hate Annie, ignore her, and rather pay attention to how sexy the relationship between Stack and Mary is. It doesn't come out of nowhere. It isn't an original thought. People are uncomfortable with black love that doesn't involve a white, white passing or light-skinned person. People are uncomfortable with black film that doesn't involve or centre a white, white passing or light-skinned person. More on that later.

I think queerness in the media is extremely important, I say that as a queer man. It should be absolutely become more of a commonplace thing that it isn't phenomenal if we have a queer movie or queer main character. However, black queerness is an entirely separate conversation than the one that Sinners is. Like I prefer to keep saying, Sinners is a conversation. It's a discussion. It's also a mirror for you to reflect on how you respond to all of the things that are presented before you. As a black person, a white person, an Asian person, an indigenous person, a mixed person whose black passing or someone who exists in the one drop rule. Black queerness is something entirely separate from the message of this movie that I agree, should be tackled and talked about. However, what you need to understand that for this movie specifically, it would be too much for the runtime.

Black queerness isn't something that should be belittled, and all queer conversations should be good. They should be quality. The only way they would be able to discuss black queerness in a slightly above mediocre fashion would mean they would have to pull much less attention from the other messages in the movie. This movie already says so much about our struggles, and a problem I keep seeing with white queers is that they always want to insert themselves into our conversations. Into our struggles. Into our oppression. It is not The Oppression Olympics, and you don't have to be included in every single conversation of another oppressed person. It is okay to know where you stand, and to butt out when necessary.

I can't talk about Jewish struggles because I'm not Jewish. I can't talk about physically disabled struggles because I'm not physically disabled. I do not need to insert myself in other forms of oppression to prove that I am oppressed, and someone else's oppression doesn't take away from mine. These kinds of people are what Remmick's character is for. The hypocrisy of it all. The misplaced anger of it all.

Everyone deserves representation, And like my boyfriend said, things don't have to be queer to be enjoyable, and if you can't enjoy good, meaningful non-canon queer media, then stop inserting yourself in that media. Stop interacting with that media. You do not need to protest a film that did nothing wrong if the worst it did was not include you in its conversation. It's okay not to have a seat at the table.

2. Christians seeing Sinners and missing it.

I don't shame religion or religious people. I am not anti-religion. However, I'm seeing a lot of specifically black Christian people missing the meaning of a movie that's talking about them. So let me put it in a few phrases that I'm posing as questions.

Back in that day, they wouldn't let us read nor write. They didn't want us to. However, they gave us bibles and let us (and even encouraged us) to have our churches and experience the gospel for ourselves. Why do you think that is?

Back in that day, they would take our practice of Christianity or relationship to God and deem it wrong or immoral, and they put the fear of the devil in us if we had practiced it. You know, something similar to the phrase, "If you keep dancing with the devil, one day he might follow you home." Why do you think that is?

Back in that day, they would call our practices, our music and our culture devil worship. A sickness. Something deeply wrong with us or the world we grew up in. So they sought to change our ways and make us fear it. Forget it. Hate it, even. So much so that we end up seeing movies trying to tell us things they've hidden from us so discreetly that we're calling what we saw in there the devil, rather than the truth. Why do you think that is?

Where do you think the hate came from?

And where else does it go?

Preacher Boy didn't choose the devil. He chose himself. He didn't deny himself a God to worship, but he knew that some words can't save you from an evil that was placed in you. An evil that was taught to you. A hatred that was taught to you. That's why, when Preacher Boy began to pray, Remmick recited the prayer with him. He knows your words. He's the one that spoke them to you in the first place.

That's all I have to say about that.

3. The centring of whiteness and why I think Sinners hates you.

I don't hate Remmick. I think he's a very important part of the conversation of Sinners, so I don't hate his function in the story. I love it. But I'm coming to realise that a lot of you don't understand the point of why he's here.

I see so many posts on the Sinners tag that only talks about Remmick, why to empathise with him and how he's just [insert defence], or how hot he is. However, what I don't see is these same people showing that they understand the point of the movie or why he's there to begin with. What he's there to symbolise. What it says about you.

You can say white supremacist phrases, have white supremacist takes, and fall victim to micro aggressions without considering yourself racist. You can do all that and still post "black lives matter" when asked of. I never see as much praise for Annie, the leading lady, as much as I do Mary. So much of it comes down to sex appeal, and I've seen actual people say Annie sucks and how nothing she did worked because she was the one who died. She was the one who didn't conform to Remmick. These are the same people saying Sammie chose the wrong path by not giving up his guitar, but there will be plenty more on that later.

I feel like there's an underlying bias towards Remmick with many particularly white and queer Sinners fans that they themselves are unaware of. Do I blame them? Yes. Do I understand why? Also yes. You, a white person, cannot empathise with a situation that I, as a black American experience in day to day life. To be born black is a taboo, a curse, or at least that's what's been taught to us for centuries. Not just us, but you too.

This morning, I go on TikTok. The first video I see is from a woman (@hereciasmansion) who went to see Sinners for a second or third time in a 70-milimetre IMAX screen, one of the only eight (?) in the United States. This one was in Indiana. After crossing a state border over the course of two hours, she reaches the theatre and watches a very magical experience. The visuals were phenomenal and the staff were kind.

However, at the very end of the movie, at one of the final scenes when the Klan members came to Stack and Smoke's land that they bought from them to shoot it down, Smoke carries out his word of if they trespass, they will be shot on sight. The Klan member was shot and lying on the floor, bleeding. Smoke looks at him and asks if he has a cigarette. The Klan member yells to him, "Go to hell!"

And what does this woman, sitting in the theatre see and hear? After sitting through a good two hours and fifteen minutes of a spectacular movie, after seeing all that it's about, a white man looks at the black couple next to him and repeats the same words: go to hell. Suddenly, above her and who she was travelling with, all hell breaks loose. She says,

"In that moment, looking around at everybody's faces, and hearing the conversations happening around me, I watched the crowd segregate itself. The 'I just came here to watch a movie' crowd separated itself from the 'they doing too much' crowd, which separated themselves from the 'I just wanna know what's going on right now' crowd."

I would recommend watching her entire video, which I will link here. But, to summarise, if you've seen the movie, you know that Klan member dies. Smoke finishes him off. When that moment happened, the entire theatre sans the people involved in the conflict, began applauding. In that moment, she knew that everyone was applauding for different reasons. In her words,

"There was a group that was clapping because, in their head, a character in a movie died. But then there was another crowd that was clapping because it felt like the character on that screen was in the movie theatre sitting next to us. And what felt like a victory on that screen, most of us are never gonna see."

These spaces that we create for ourselves might be the closest thing black Americans get to freedom, and yet you come into our spaces expecting a movie with black people in it rather than a black movie. You expect objects instead of life. You expect a shallow pool rather than the ocean. You expect a white lie instead of the black truth.

How much did you understand what you walked out of? How much did you catch the point? How much did you have to look at yourself to understand what was happening, if you even reflected at all?

I'm leaving this quite open ended because I'd like to spark a discussion about this. I'd also like to spark a discussion with yourself, especially if you're a white Sinners fan. I think I've said what I wanted to say in bulk, but there will always be more to say and more that I will say. So I will leave it at this statement:

Sinners is a mirror, though to some, it's just glass.

[suevi-if]

Lying about what amount? What exactly are you referring there? - you said it was 5 female ROs and 4 male. It isn't - it's 7 female and 4 male.

And I didn't realize criticizing and pointing out unfair treatment counts as harassment, wow.

First off, I don't think you can really compare situations like that, but also... I have been through a lot in my life. Even if you were to somehow compare it, you'd lose. - try being gay in a country were it gets you killed if people find out. We have a literal death penalty, which my family fully supports. Our country is also extremely ableistic, which means that getting a higher education is out of question for me, meaning the only job I could get would be minimum wage. And I'm still passed over for those, because again ableism. So I'm fully dependent on my parents.

Also all the people saying "write your own stuff" or "just make a second account" have clearly never had abusive parents. I share a computer with my sister and everything we do on it is monitored. My sister tried to write some (family friendly, only straight characters and the furthest it went was kissing) fan fiction for a TV show and got banned from the computer for nearly 6 months, she was grounded and her phone was broken. Not to mention all the shouting and insults our parents threw at her for being disgusting and impure, or the physical punishment. She's 16.

What do these kind, supportive friends of yours think our parents would do to me if they found me writing something with gay characters in it? The people who will yell at, insult and hit someone for writing a straight couple kissing?And do they really think having an empty account would be better than anon? It's just the same thing but with a different username.

You're back. That's what I call commitment. Sweet. And it's still not even about my own IF. Damn.

Skip this post if you don't want to hear me yapping about a bunch of unnice and very private things.

Note that what I share I don't share lightheartedly. I share it to make you see that we are people with difficult experiences, too. That we, too, deserve basic respect and kindness. That we are not so different from eachother.

And I share my experiences to show that difficult experiences don't give you a pass to be an asshole.

you said it was 5 female ROs and 4 male. It isn't - it's 7 female and 4 male.

Uhm, no. Hate to be that person, you even said it yourself: if you choose both gender selectable characters in @haydenigmatic's AMAZING story to be male, you actually have 5 female ROs and 4 male ROs. (Sorry for tagging you again, Hayden)

criticizing and pointing out unfair treatment

You really think that a story that has more female ROs than male ROs in an environment where we have way more stories with more male ROs than female ROs is "unfair treatment"? Are lesbians not allowed to swoon over some more women for a change? Maybe lesbians should now complain about every IF that has more male ROs? Does everything have to be about you?

try being gay in a country were it gets you killed if people find out. We have a literal death penalty, which my family fully supports. Our country is also extremely ableistic, which means that getting a higher education is out of question for me, meaning the only job I could get would be minimum wage. And I'm still passed over for those, because again ableism. So I'm fully dependent on my parents.

Since we are in a pissing contest now, let me dig up everything I've been through.

My country might not go to these extremes, but my neighborhood might if they find out I am nonbinary.

I've been bullied for 5 years in school, and later I was bullied another 2 years at a job I had.

My mom had lung cancer; the tumor ended up pressing on her heart until it stopped beating. I was 20.

My father had an operation on an artery close to his heart when I was 12 years old. His heart stopped beating during the operation and he was technically dead for a few minutes. He was never the same again after this. He had memory issues as if he had dementia, but the doctors found everything was okay with him.

Speaking of my father, he was a choleric asshole that beat me; also, he gave me and my brother massive insecurities and was the most emotionally unavailable person I know (except for anger, he always expressed that very well in his own way).

My father also had pancreatic cancer. I took care of him for nearly a year until he passed away, even though he was such a massive asshole. Why? Daddy issues.

The tumor pushed against the walls of his stomach and caused internal bleedings. The bleedings got worse and worse until he passed away from blood loss. I was 24; he passed away only 4 years after my mother.

Did you know that you get hallucinations if you suffer from extreme blood loss? I didn't, until I visited my dad in the hospital one day before he passed away. I still have nightmares. It's been nine years.

My brother and me weren't allowed to pursue careers that we would have enjoyed; we were pushed into fields that were not suited for us.

It took me YEARS to get a diagnosis about my neurodivergence. Why? Because where I live, neurodivergence is seen as something only children can have. And if you are not diagnosed as a child, you might as well just live the rest of your life with it, even if it sometimes seems impossible.

My brother, who I live with, doesn't know about me being nonbinary, because I'm afraid that the only person I love will push me away and I will lose my home.

I was sexually assaulted multiple times in my life and raped when I was 21 years old.

I have had exes that manipulated and assaulted me.

I am severely depressed and have been living with suicidal thoughts for most of my life now, even though I never acted on them.

I am in financial debt.

I don't even have friends or a support system in real life.

Yet, despite all of this, I am not coming for random people on the internet who share what they love for free.

In fact, I'm not messaging anyone unless I have something nice to say, and if I have criticism, I word it in a nice and constructive way, so people don't take it the wrong way; I want to be constructive, not destructive.

Despite all of what I've experienced, I don't think someone treats me or a group I am part of unfairly because a story they write doesn't cater to my every whim. And I surely don't attack them just because their story might not be my cup of tea.

I share a computer with my sister and everything we do on it is monitored.

Interesting how you are allowed on tumblr. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt here.

My sister tried to write some (family friendly, only straight characters and the furthest it went was kissing) fan fiction for a TV show and got banned from the computer for nearly 6 months, she was grounded and her phone was broken. Not to mention all the shouting and insults our parents threw at her for being disgusting and impure, or the physical punishment. She's 16. What do these kind, supportive friends of yours think our parents would do to me if they found me writing something with gay characters in it? The people who will yell at, insult and hit someone for writing a straight couple kissing?

Yeah, that sucks. That sucks a lot. And I think everyone agrees with that.

But why are you continuing the circle of hate? The only difference is that you spew online at strangers you don't know. But your words are still hurtful.

And do you really think that bashing/harassing an author (or, at this point, multiple authors) who writes stories you might be interested in is the right move? We write the stories you want to read! We pour our hearts into it and share these stories with you, for free! What do you think would happen if everyone did what you do? Would we still have IFs to read? I doubt it.

So, why are you trying your very best to manipulate me into saying "Oh my god yes, you are right, your harassment is totally justified! It should at least be the same amount of male and female ROs!"

And don't even dare saying you're not. It's very obvious. You are not subtle.

But maybe you don't even realize what you are doing. I'm giving you another benefit of doubt here.

Lastly:

If what you're saying is true, I hope you and your sister get out of the shithole you are in. I hope your parents will see that you are still their son, no matter who you love. I hope your country changes for the better. And I hope you change for the better. Because it is very clear that your situation sucks, and you are hurting, and because of that, to hurt less, you hurt others you don't care about, when you should spread love and try to change something instead.

[luviisabella]

Hiii! I was wondering if you could possibly write a Tenya x Reader fic where the reader was noticeably jittery the entire day, so he asked what her issue was. She'd tell him that she had been, well, a little aroused, throwing her off her game so to speak. Once school had passed and they had gotten back to the dorms, he chose to "help her out", sitting the both of them on his bed, her back to his chest. He'd then begin to "play with her", leaning over her shoulder, whispering praise into her ear and giving her kisses n stuff until she climaxed. :3

Nothing over the top, just a fluff and smut mix ^_^!!

And if possible, can you make it targeted towards a black and chubby afab!reader ? Tysm ! (=^w^=)

- Anon 🍄

I love this !! I love writing for different characters and I would be more than happy to write for you <3💗💗

thank you for the request 🍡

content: university AU, kissing, suggestive, fingering, smut

notes: I LOVE ittttt, enjoy 😉

[11:17am]

Your eyes were glued to the clock on the wall. Every minute felt like a month and it was killing you. Your professor was talking like he was reading a newspaper and as you scanned the room you noticed at least ten people asleep.

You could push through any class, 45 minutes, 1 hour, maybe even 2, but rn you had too much on your mind to sit and focus on the slides on the board.

You were so pent up and it was finally catching up to you, the tension growing in your core, it was like a cage of butterflies. The more you tried to calm them down the more they fluttered around and it became very noticeable.

You tried taking notes to distract you and didn’t notice the way Tenya had been scanning your figure. Your leg bouncing up and down, your hand a little shaky and you were biting your lip, if it weren’t for the fact that you kept a calm demeanor most of the time he would’ve let it be.

He would’ve dropped it but then when your next course was with Professor Sniper which was stealth training, Tenya knew something was wrong. With a quirk like yours, you should be getting through this with no issue and yet here you are tagged out and still.. off.

[2:37pm]

The day finally came to an end and you head over to the university dorms. You felt so ashamed at the lack of control you had today, it felt like your body was working against you, you decided to relieve this tension the moment you stepped into your room but as the elevator closed you were met with a large hand keeping it open.

Oh God. Of all people..

Tenya steps inside, scanning you quickly before adjusting his glasses and standing beside you as the doors closed.

You had a major crush on him and this was the last straw. The butterflies broke out of their cage but before you could speak he read your mind.

“Are you feeling okay ? You’ve been acting strange all day.”

Nothing in his posture changed, still facing the door.

You hesitated before sighing and answering.. you two were somewhat close and besides, he did ask.

“I’ve been.. pent up recently. I didn’t realize it was noticeable and how much it was throwing me off today.”

Now he glanced at you.

“Pent up ?”

You nodded your head and based off your reaction he got exactly what you meant.

The elevator stopped and the doors opened, you began walking out hoping to put this conversation behind you but you felt your body get pulled back at the weight of a large hand.

You look back and notice him keeping the door open and keeping a firm grip on your hand. His face dead serious but.. is that blush ?

“Let me help you.”

->

You were still trying to figure out how you wound up with Tenya, the Tenya, aka your crush, currently in your dorm and hovering over you as you sit on your bed.

“I’m sorry but you don’t have to. I didn’t expect you to say or do anything but-“

“Don’t apologize. I want to. If you’re okay with it that is ?”

You immediately nodded your head.

“I’ve actually kinda had a thing for you for a while now..” you cross your arms as if trying to hide yourself, feeling more aware and a little embarrassed.

Now that you thought about it.. was this really okay to say ? I mean you and Tenya were somewhat close different but he didn’t give your brain a chance to spiral before bending down to meet your gaze.

His stare seems intense until a soft smile makes a way to his face and his eyes soften..

“I’ve liked you too y/n. Don’t feel embarrassed, I wish I would’ve said something sooner.”

Your heart melts.. he’s too sweet. You can’t take this, your heart starts pounding the minute you realize what’s about to happen as he moves closer to you.

“Do you still want my help ?”

You nod your head again and he takes initiative. You both get comfortable as his back is pressed against your wall and your back is to his chest.

He scans your face for reassurance you’re okay and begins with soft kisses. You pause for a moment tho.. feeling a bit self conscious that you’re the only one in a shirt and underwear.

You were on the chubby side and thought if he saw any more than this he may turn you away, not that it mattered but it would break your heart.

As if he read your mind he kissed your shoulder..

“Please don’t hide yourself. When I said I liked you I meant all of you.” and he placed another kiss on your neck before sitting up and removing his shirt.

In the process you took a quick glimpse and reminded yourself to thank the universe because Tenya’s build was something a woman could DREAM about, goodness he was so fine.

“Is that better ?”

“Yeah.. thank you Tenya” and he smiled, happy to make you more comfortable, he really meant it when he said he liked all of you and he was going to show it.

->

Things got hot and heavy quick, his hand sliding down to your inner thigh as he made out with you.

If it weren’t for how pent up you were you’d keep this going but you moved his hand to your clit, earning a low frown from him that only added to your need for his touch.

He began tracing circles and teasing your clit, the gesture earning soft moans as your head fell back against his shoulder, now giving him a pretty view of your tits which he gently grabbed with his other hand.

“Talk to me sweetheart”

God the pet name too, you were melting into his touch, you didn’t want this to end.

“Want.. mm, more”

And he listened, sliding his hand up your shirt to tease your nipples while he gently inserted one and then two fingers into your soaking cunt.. his thumb now playing with your clit as he fingered you.

The stimulation was so much you couldn’t help but let out soft whines that made the tent in his pants tighten.

Fuck, you were driving him crazy.. you didn’t even know how long he was waiting for this. He’s not as innocent as he seems and he’s more than glad that he said something in that elevator.

He was taking in all of you. Your beautiful melanin, your figure, your hair, your voice, all of it. If you were a poison he’d be a deadman.

Everything about you, from the way your skin glowed in the sunlight and softened under the moon to the way your figure only added to your perfect personality and his admiration for you continued to make him fall for you. At this rate he’d be in deep, but at this moment, he could care less. He was only focused on your pleasure, he can confess these things later.

He could tell you were close and to add to your pleasure decided to whisper sweet affirmations..

“You’re perfect”

“I want you to feel good”

“You sound so pretty”

His words only added to the knot tightening in your stomach and you knew you were about to cum.

You let out a soft moan, your back slightly arching, and your body tensing.. “f-fuck, I’m gonna c-cum..”

His pace didn’t change as you reached your high, your body melting into his touch as you cried out his name and he kept his pace, making sure you were completely done.

Your chest was going up and down so fast you’d think you ran a marathon.

He gently removed his fingers and hand from your boob to just hold you.

“Feel better ?”

“Mhmmmm” you were so worn out, fighting the urge to fall asleep like this but you knew he wouldn’t mind.

He kissed your temple and held your hand, running his thumb along your knuckles and just taking in the moment.

->

“I’m glad I stopped that elevator.”

I hope this was okay for you ml, I finished a bit early !! Sorry for the delay, but im so glad you had me write for Tenya, I loved it 🩵

made by @luviisabella 🎀

[jamieroyjamieroy]

I was tagged by @astoopidfool @bidisasterevankinard and @chococara25 (thanks for thinking of me 💜) for a few different things but I haven't been online lately. So here is my WIP wednesday or sentence sunday or whatever day I'm supposed to be doing 😂

More of my Tommy and Ravi friendship with Bucktommy endgame story.

Tommy wakes with a start wondering why he feels so sore and cold. He never sleeps with the windows open how did his place get so cold? The dank smell and clattering of chains has Tommy’s eyes popping open but the darkness envelops him completely and the memory of waking up here earlier returns. The unknown of where and how rattles around his aching head, the crunch of the empty plastic water bottle is deafening in the silence as Tommy tries to sit up. The water is drugged. Don’t drink the water Tommy thinks to himself, throwing the bottle far from him straining to listen to it hit something. Anything. A weakened Tommy slumps against the cold, rough wall when he doesn’t hear it land. Curling into himself to find some warmth and reduce his shuddering and shivering Tommy sends up a prayer to a god he doesn’t believe in that Ravi has noticed his absence. 

“I know we have had a tough shift and there are only a few more hours left but I want the engine inventories completed and the ambulance restocked before we go off shift.” Bobby announces to the team slumped around the loft. “Oh and Ravi, I put in a call to Harbor and there is nothing unusual that happened on that last shift. Sorry.” Bobby claps Ravi on the shoulder and makes his way to the coffee pot. 

“What, what was that about Harbor?” Buck asks following Ravi down the stairs. 

“Oh, I ah, I asked Bobby to check something for me.” Ravi replies wondering how much to say to Buck. Ravi knows Tommy is still hung up on the guy and he is certain Buck feels the same but Ravi doesn’t know if he should get Buck involved. What if Tommy simply is with someone else? The fallout from that would place Ravi in the middle. But what if Tommy was really in trouble? The rational voice in Ravi’s head counters. Buck is stubborn and determined enough to help Ravi find out what is going on. “Tommy was supposed to let me know about a time for us to have dinner and I haven’t heard from him. I’m, I feel like something is wrong. It hasn’t been that long but it’s not like him to ignore my texts and calls. Bobby reached out to his captain to see if something happened on his shift but there wasn’t anything. I. I don’t know what to do.” Ravi sags in defeat and looks hopefully at Buck. 

“You and Tommy hang out?” Buck asks looking equally surprised and jealous. 

“Buck!” Ravi exclaims “that’s seriously all you took from what I just said?” 

“No. Sorry. I was just surprised. I didn’t. I didn’t know you guys were friends.” Buck rubs a hand across his face looking somewhat chastised. “Have you asked Chim or Eddie if they have heard from him? They are friends with him too.”

“Who are we friends with?” Chim asks approaching Ravi and Buck at the base of the stairs. 

“Tommy. He hasn’t replied to my texts or calls.” Ravi states knowing he doesn’t need to ask if Chim or Eddie or even Hen if they have heard from Tommy. Ravi knows that none of them have reached out to Tommy since the break up. 

“Oh. Ah. Well, see.” Chim starts looking at his boots and refusing to meet anyone’s eyes. 

“Why would we talk to him after he dumped Buck?” Eddie scoffs leaning his arm on Chim’s shoulder, looking annoyed to even be asked about Tommy. 

“Maybe because he was your friend before he was Buck’s boyfriend and has tried to catch up with you Eddie. Maybe because he comes through for you all whenever you ask without so much as a thank you.” Ravi points first at Eddie and then Chim, feeling vindicated when they look ashamed. 

“You guys haven’t been checking on him since we broke up?” Buck asks his tone full of reproach. “He doesn’t have any family, why would you guys ignore him like that? At least he has had you Ravi. Thanks for looking out for him. I’ll deal with you two later.” Buck says turning his back on the two men and guiding Ravi outside their station into the sunlight. 

“I know if Tommy says he is going to be somewhere he will be there. If something prevents him from keeping his word he always, always lets you know. So if he hasn’t replied to any texts or calls then something is wrong. Oh god. Something’s happened to him hasn’t it?” Buck looks as worried as Ravi feels. He begins pacing and folds his arms in front of his body as if he was cold despite the sun shining down on him. 

[mirainwonderland]

Stolen Kisses. Secret Touch.

A/N: hi hi I’m back surprising you all and myself with a Dante Drabble you didn’t think Leon was the only unreasonably older man im down bad for did you (ok well mostly) i just saw the last picture on Pinterest and it gave me this idea so here’s a napkin and bon appetit

Tags: angst, some fluff with NSFW mentions and mature language MDNI, minor blood/pain kink (?)

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The room has fallen quiet. The scent of sweat and sex lingers in the air and on the bedsheets. There’s no speaking, no moaning, no heavy breaths or slaps of skin.

Just quiet.

An unusual commodity in the company of the devil.

You lay on his chest, rough hands rubbing the backs of your arms as you brush the lines of his face with your fingertips. It’s a wonder to you how docile he is in the moment; the typical loud-mouth, shit-talking son of Sparda placid in your bed. It makes you feel things you know you shouldn’t even allow yourself to think about, much less feel.

The two of you were much too different to even justify finding yourself naked in bed together. Dante was wild, unpredictable. Untamed and untamable, he was not the kind to be tied down by anyone or anything.

And you… you were his opposite. Quiet, soft, and domestic. A vision he feels like he corrupts just by touching. He has no right to leave those bite marks on your skin, no business making you scream his name and decorate his back with scratch marks.

But here he was. Addicted to the taste of the purity he tarnishes.

He knows he’ll just end up breaking your heart, and you know you shouldn’t even be giving him the chance. But his lips taste just good enough to sin for. And your body is sweet enough to die for. His hands slip down it, feeling along the curve of your back as his teeth nip your shoulder.

You suck in a breath as he digs the sharp edges into your tender skin. Just when you feel like he won’t go deeper, he does. He scrapes them along the ball of your shoulder, hands tightening around your arms when he feels you squirm.

All he does is hurt you, but the pain feels like heaven. It makes your eyes roll back and your brain go numb, and all you want are things that no good girl should ever want.

You open your eyes when he pulls back, resuming his position against the headboard. Your gaze drops down to his face, studying yours for a reaction. There’s a ghost of that smirk that you know so well, but it grows no bigger than subtle.

“What was that for?” You murmur slowly.

His eyes drop down to your shoulder and the teeth marks he left there, thumb soothing over them.

“A little reminder.” His voice is as sandy as his hair is wind blown.

You shake your head ruefully, but you don’t hate it. After all, if you did you would have told him to leave as soon as you’d finished.

His hand slides up to wrap around your throat, making you hold eye contact with him. His thumb flicks your chin, and you’re reminded of the delicate balancing act that is your relationship. Of the games you two play for a little satisfaction and a warm body to sleep next to at night.

His thumb drags your bottom lip before sucking it between his teeth and biting down. You close your eyes and let him draw blood. He licks away the crimson drop with his tongue, tasting the metallic flavor of you on his lips. The tender flesh throbs.

“Do I need this many reminders?” His behavior never really surprises you, even though it makes every nerve in your body ache.

He chuckles, a low, rich sound in the hollow of his chest.

“That one was purely for my own pleasure.”

He pulls you in by your throat, biting down on your top lip now, more gently, before sucking it into his mouth and licking his way inside.

Your hands settle against his bare chest, curling as his tongue curls in your mouth. It was always this way with him, but now a part of you felt a deep sadness that you just couldn’t really explain.

No, that’s a lie. You could explain it. It’s because you could scream his name for a night but never hear him call you ‘mine’ out of bed. It was your fault that you let yourself fall so easily. It was silly to feel that way, but you had warned him.

You had warned him and he still fucked you anyway.

Fucked you and all of that common sense right out of your body. It was royally stupid to allow this to continue. But you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away, toss him his jacket, and tell him to get out.

No. You found yourself pining for him to stay the night. To allow you to cuddle up into warm skin and doze through your fitful dreams until he inevitably got up before the crack of dawn and slipped out.

Stupid feelings are screwing you over harder than he has.

You feel like you’re in a dream when he finally pulls back with a wet pop, releasing your lips with a final flick of his tongue over them. Your eyes open slowly, and when you look at him you can’t help but reach out and touch some of that silky ash hair.

“Stay?” You whisper, hating yourself for knowing you’ll be irrevocably disappointed if he refuses.

His expression is like a shrug, nonchalant and permissive as if he doesn’t care.

But if he didn’t care he would have been gone a long time ago. If he didn’t care his thumb wouldn’t still be rubbing over the bruise he left on your lip.

“If you want.”

You scoot down, knowing that allowing yourself to be too vulnerable and tender in front of him is a bad idea. But you can’t help it. The chemicals are flooding your brain and pulsing with a soft afterglow, and it’s making you feel safe and sleepy. Your head lowers to rest against his shoulder. You’re tentative as you get comfortable, as if one abrupt move could make him change his mind or put a wall up and push you away.

But it doesn’t, and he cradles you in the crook of his arm. His lips brush your forehead, and your eyes slip closed.

“Wake me up when you leave?”

“Sure.”

But you know he’s lying. And he knows you know he’s lying. He’ll grab his sword and slip away before daybreak, as quiet as a shadow. He’ll act indifferent toward you if he encounters you outside of this room.

And even though it’s slowly breaking you, the here and now is what’s keeping you in this cycle of yours. You know he’ll never change. He’ll never be the type to settle down. And you’ll never be the type to truly be okay with this fuck-and-go arrangement he’s established.

But for now you’ll take the stolen kisses and secret touches that he offers you behind closed doors. And maybe one day you’ll be strong enough to let him go.

[bullet-prooflove]

The Winter Flavour: Dennis Whitaker x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @cosmic-psychickitty @sargeant-sad-eyes @caffeinatedwoman @hooks-martin

Summary: Dennis has already found his favourite winter flavour.

Companion piece to:

Peppermint - The taste of peppermint will always have a special place in Dennis’s heart.

The Morgue Thing - A miscommunication between you and Dennis almost ends things before they begin.

Written In The Stars - Your first date with Dennis takes place underneath the stars.

In The Park - Dennis reveals a secret after the two of you spend the night together in the park.

Virgin - There's a rumour going around about Dennis.

Debauched (NSFW) - Karaoke night ends a lot differently than it did the first time around.

Symphony (NSFW) - Dennis has never eaten pussy before…

Pretty Boy (NSFW) - You and Dennis take the next step in your relationship.

Firsts (NSFW) - Dennis experiances alot of firsts during your first night together.

Permanent Marker - You find out about the betting pool.

The Porn Boom (NSFW) - Dennis isn't like the other man you've been with.

Bite (NSFW) - Dennis doesn’t mean to edge you.

Prequel to:

Wild Flowers - A crown of wildflowers leads you and Dennis to discuss the issues he has with his family.

A Friend of Denny’s - Your relationship with Dennis takes a turn when his parents come to town.

A Cold Day In Hell - Dennis tries to make amends for his actions.

Pittsburgh winters are nothing compared to the ones Dennis has experienced in Nebraska. The temperature is lower, the snowfall heavier, the windchill more dangerous. It’s a nightmare especially on the farm.

Here in the city though, you don’t even have to dig your neighbours out, they have services that do it for you. They grit the roads, plough the streets, it’s a big difference from what he’s used to.

“I have never seen someone so happy about winter.” You inform him as you step outside of the coffee shop, your gloved hands wrapped around your drink. Dennis follows you with a smile on his face, sipping from a Peppermint Mocha. It creates a warm feeling in his chest because it reminds him of your lip balm, of the way you tasted when you kissed him for the first time.

“We don’t get the Christmas flavours back home, we don’t even have a coffeeshop. We just have a diner that pours black and then you add the rest.” He tells you as the two of you begin your walk to the hospital.

“Oh poor baby.” You tease. “I guess that means we’re going to have to taste test them all. Find your perfect winter flavour.”

“I already know what that is.” He informs you, his arm draping around your shoulders as he leans in close, nuzzling your temple. “It’s you laid out on the bed, while I lick whipped cream off your-”

“Dennis!” You blush, nudging him with your shoulder and he laughs because you are just the cutest fucking thing, all bundled up in your hat and scarf, that peach flush spreading across your cheeks.

“I stand by it.” He informs you as the two of you ascend the steps leading to the entrance. “Should I go the grocery store on the way home, pick some up…”

“Yes.” You say, drawling out the word as your fingers fasten on his scarf, tugging him to you. His mouth is in your proximity, your eyes on his. “But this time you’ll be the one laid out on the bed and I’ll be the one doing the licking.”

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[lacyberpatate]

Okay, I’ve touched some grass this weekend and it seems that there’s a bit of a mess following my previous reblog of this post and I wanted to clarify some stuff. 

I know I don’t really need to do that but it doesn’t sit right with me to just leave it like that and as people from the USA love to remind everyone, I’m allowed to say the fuck I want :D

Let me first say that I didn’t sent any anonymous message to anyone because I’m too much of a big mouth and will always say publicly what I think :D (got this from my dad and see? I’m doing it right now!) Also, I ramble far too much to react with only a few words ahah

More seriously, I thought it might be useful to first put some of what I assume to be normal behaviour for a healthy fandom: 

You’re allowed to disagree but you don’t need to bring others down in the process. The internet is vast enough for multiple interpretations of the same character. 

You’re not allowed to complain about the food if you didn’t bring anything to the potluck. If you want people to talk about a specific interpretation of the character, be my guest, start posting on the tags. Be the change you want to see. 

Internet is not limited to the USA (I know shocking) and we don’t all have the same culture around military and veterans. 

Writing traumatised men crying does not necessarily reduce them to sad mew mew.

Writing Kallus fetishising Zeb does not  mean the author is fetishising Zeb

Kallus and Zeb are fictional characters and as such their suffering is not real. You can throw them against walls all you want: it’s fine, they do not really suffer anything. 

So, now that this part is done and I can assume we are in a safe space (I know I’m stupid for hoping the internet to be a safe space) :

Let me info dump a bit to maybe give some perspective on my view on the whole « Kallus is a military man in his 40’s » (I warned you that I am incapable of shutting my mouth) :

Majority of my friends are 40 something dudes that served in the military of their country (France, French Foreign Legion, Germany, UK, Algeria, Tunisia, Madagascar, …) and I had a few uncles that fought during the Algerian war and did terrible things. They will all tell you the same thing: war is disgusting and once you’ve accepted that what you’ve seen/done are things no one should have ever seen/done, you don’t really care about what other people think of you, even more if it’s liking mainstream TikTok singers. (Have you ever seen a drunk veteran singing some ariana grande ? Because I sure did and they love silly songs) 

It is fairly common for men to not receive any physical affection after their 30’s except for sexual one. It makes it really difficult for some to differentiate sexual touch from non sexual touch and can lead to them assuming wrong things or falling for sexist/fetishising behaviour. 

You can be the one to commit atrocities and still be traumatised by them.

Sometime the only way for your brain to process what you’ve done is to think it was justified. 

When you spent time surrounded by violence, you become desensitised to it and even when you did your work to heal, you might still have some problematic behaviour on the heat of the moment.

Do I sometime roll my eyes when Kallus is getting reduced to a sad mew mew by the fandom or is called a twink etc..? Yeah, I do. However, I still think it’s important to allow space for those interpretations in the fandom. 

If I don’t like a post, I just scroll past it or block the user if it’s repeated behaviour. 

To quote one of my friend, « strong men are not afraid to cry. There’s strength in it. » followed by him singing some YMCA playing on the radio and grabbing his other friend by the balls to pinch him whilst laughing :D

So, should I have done the same here at someone critiquing my posts? 

No. 

I see a difference between not liking content the fandom is sharing, and someone explicitly saying some people’s posts should not exist for them to enjoy the fandom. 

If there’s something I’m ready to be called problematic for, it’s defending people sharing something that sparks joy for them, only for someone else to shut them down and tell them they should not exist in this space. 

My goal here is not to beef with anyone. This post is more a statement that I’m a bit sad the beach is apparently not big enough since some people just smash other’s sandcastles instead of just building their own and to give a small warning that it’s usually how fandoms die.

I also wanted to say that I’ve laughed quite a lot at being classified as a teenager spending too much time on TikTok by some when I’m 30, divorcing my (future ex-)wife whilst battling an auto-immune disease. Even more since I’ve only freshly joined Tumblr after almost 10 years without any social media app xD  

On this, cœur cœur bisou <3 

my loves let us all remember on this fine Friday that kallus is a military man damn near his forties 🙏

[sweetscene]

when our paths cross again

PAIRING. oikawa x reader　WC. 902　SONG. paths by niki　TAGS. timeskip, wrong timing, iwaizumi mentioned

NOTES. happy birthday to me! this was very much rushed…

“I DIDN’T KNOW YOU’D BE HERE TODAY.”

Oikawa Tooru looks at you, brows raised with a teasing smile. His skin is slightly tanned and his hair cut shorter. He seems so different, so mature—so unlike the boy you once knew.

“I should be the one saying that,” you reply, leaning back on the bench the two of you are sitting on. Your lips part, wanting to continue, but you to pause and turn, looking at the end of the hallway. “Your game is tomorrow, isn’t it? Shouldn’t you be practicing?”

“So cold,” his teasing tone still the same as the ever. “It’s been so long, and you’re treating me like this?”

You look at him, furious, but what you see is far from what you expected. He has a gentle look in his face, like he’s truly reminiscing your years together in Kitagawa Daiichi. “And guess who caused that,” you reply, disappointed. “You’re the one who stopped talking to me when I moved to Shiratorizawa.”

He lets out a short, quiet laugh. He’s fiddling with his fingers, watching the summer clouds take over Tokyo. “You’re right…” he says after a while. “That was very dumb of me, but you know…” his voice fades away as he looks down as his hands.

“But…?”

He smiles, acknowledging your sudden interest in the conversation. “But you know…” he hesitates, taking his time. “At that time, I was able to figure out why I was so hurt by you. By then, it was too late to speak to you.”

“Of course,” you stretch your arms, completely unfazed. “Moving to Shiratorizawa was a big thing for us kids. I mean, Ushijima-san—”

“It’s because I like you,” he interrupts you in a quick manner. You look at him stunned. “Geez,” he sighs playfully. “Can you not mention that bastard? Ugh, now I’ve messed it all up.”

Your brows furrow, troubled by the situation. You turn to him slowly. “Oikawa, did Hajime never tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

You hesitate, unsure whether or not you had the right to get in between these two close friends. You gulp, and you clench your fists nervously. “Hajime and I…we’re together now.”

His proud smile drops and his eyes widen with disbelief. No, he did not know. Is that why Hajime’s been trying so hard to speak with him for some time now? He feels like an idiot. Burying his face in his hands, he takes a deep breath in before releasing a deep sigh. “I see…I never had a chance, did I?”

The door to the arena opens, and the commentators voice bleeds out. “And that’s another service ace for Japans Ushijima Wakatoshi! Japan is now in the lead by three points!”

He scoffs, running his hands through his hair before standing. “You should go,” he says, extending his hand out towards you. “If he keeps this up, your team will win in no time.”

Your team, you repeat in your mind. “And what about you? You never got the chance to watch,” you remind him. Taking his offer, you rise from your seat. “Hajime would be happy to see you.”

“Please,” he shakes his head, seemingly repulsed by the idea. “He’d be more satisfied to see me losing on the court than knowing I came to watch his game. You’ve got him all wrong, Y/N-chan.”

You say nothing more, watching as he puts his jacket back on. His back is broad, more defined than the last time you saw him. “You had it,” you suddenly blurt.

He turns, confused. “Had what?”

“The chance.”

It all began with him. Joining Kitagawa Daiichis volleyball team as a manager was all because of him. And when you figured he never harbored the same feelings, you believed Shiratorizawa was the answer to forgetting. Yet somehow, in some way, you found yourself back on the court, now as Shiratorizawas manager. You had been entranced by the sport, partly hoping you’d meet him once again. “You had it when you thought you never did,” you tell him.

Pellets of rain begin to hit the window, and you naturally turn your attention away. Shaking your head, you say: “But it all worked out in the end, didn’t it? You’re in Argentina chasing your dreams…”

“Do you think…” he follows your gaze, staring right out the window. “We’ll ever get a chance again?”

You step ahead of him. “Not a chance,” you reply. Just the thought of Iwaizumi Hajime welcoming you back home paints a smile on your face.

“Ouch,” he laughs. You turn, but not a hint of pain is displayed on his face. He’s smiling brightly, too bright for a man who just got rejected, really. “I gotta go now…” he points to the exit on the opposite end. “Time for me to practice.”

You nod slowly. “Alright,” you wave. “I hope you win tomorrow.”

“Don’t say that unless you want me to win against Japan soon.”

You merely laugh, watching as he disappears behind the door. Seize the world, you think. Show them the kind of setter you are.

“I will make myself number one,” you suddenly remember the words Oikawa Tooru once told you. “I have no time for…love or…any of that kind of stuff…”

A soft, breathy laugh leaves your lips, and you enter the booming arena once again. Japan has won their game, and Iwaizumi Hajime pulls you into a tight embrace.

[aviator-at-heart]

I love crossovers with movies/tv shows that have the same actors

example is Tyler Owens and Jake Seresin being twins (I made a storyline for a fic on a different post)

what if Ethan (from mission impossible) and Mav (from top gun) are doppelgängers or smth

like after mi8 Ethan and Benji go vacationing

and Mav goes with Ice vacationing (the daggers tagging along bc I love chaos) from the navy not wanting to deal with all of their shit and giving them some leave (no one knows where to station them bc they’re just too good)

the two groups coincidentally go to the same resort somewhere tropical

and during breakfast Ethan and Mav have a little run-in while getting food, they forget about it but a few moments later they’re like wtf did the universe just do/ I’m turning delusional

and then they go outside to the beach later that day, daggers play their signature dogfight football, Benji and Ethan are chilling

Fanboy notices Ethan and it goes smth like this:

Fanboy (going over and talking to Bob): am I losing my eyesight or is *points to Ethan* that Maverick

Bob: wait what *rubs eyes and cleans lenses on glasses* omg it’s another one

Phoenix (overhearing Bob): huh!? OH MY GOSH

Hangman (lowers his sunglasses, sees and chokes on his water): -the frick?

Rooster (gets off of Hangman’s lap and sees): o- h-oly w-ha-hat

Iceman (notices all the daggers freaking out and looks): Pete, darling, do you have a freaking brother?

Maverick (was trying to sleep on Ice but then looks up): what do you mean? I don’t have a- *sees and does that thing he did when he saw the check after he made Penny ring him up at the Hard Deck*

and then Benji notices a bunch of people pointing at them and he taps Ethan on the shoulder. “hey, Ethan, help me find out what’s going on? those people playing incorrect American football are pointing at us and it’s concerning”. Ethan gets up from the towel he was laying on as all the daggers start walking over to them

Benji: uhm, hi… sorry to ask but why do you keep pointing at us?

Phoenix, giggling: It’s just, sorry- I should introduce myself. I’m Natasha, a naval aviator. Our captain kind of looks like you.

Benji, confused and trying to look through the bunch: me?

Ethan, seeing Maverick: no, Benji. me…

Hangman, shouting over everything: ITS ALWAYS A MITCHELL AND HIS BLONDIE

*Iceman and Rooster audibly gasp at what Hangman says*

Benji, blushing: we aren’t dating, just colleagues

Ethan: and my last name isn’t Mitchell. I’m Ethan. Ethan Hunt. *shaking Mavs hand* It’s nice to meet you.

Mav, shaking his hand back: I’m Pete Mitchell-Kazansky.

*all the daggers whispering and about to explode with questions*

Iceman: I’m his husband, Tom Mitchell-Kazansky *shakes Ethan’s and Benjis hands*

Ethan: *chuckles* well, I wasn’t expecting this on our trip, right, Benji?

Benji: yeah, right after we literally saved the world…

*daggers now two seconds to exploding*

Iceman: maybe we should discuss this over dinner?

Benji: sure, what do you think, Ethan?

Ethan: good idea

goes on from there

oml I love this, starting a detailed fic

if anyone has seen a fic like this please do tell me!

[tofuo0]

eternus

dottore x gn reader

tags: angst/comfort, established relationship (marriage), reader is having an existential crisis, use of dottore’s (speculated) real name, dottie is somewhat ooc at times, there are so many rhetorical questions in this I’m so sorry, self-indulgent (was going through the motions writing this honestly)

word count: 914

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It was rare to find you like this.

Dottore was used to seeing you full of life - always with something to do to occupy your time. On the days where you left yourself with your thoughts, it was never anything severe. Always about what you would do tomorrow or how pretty the snow looks outside your window.

Never did he see you look so… pensive.

Lying upright in bed, staring into the great unknown. This was different from regular daydreaming - it was as if you were hollow. Unresponsive to any stimuli, not the snarling winds outside, not the sharp pang of cold. You were a husk.

He approached your shared bed gingerly, mindful not to startle you out of your stupor. You hadn’t blinked once since he first observed you through the crack in the door. How strange. He loathed the pooling dread drowning his senses - he hated seeing you so vegetative.

His feet met the edge of the bed. Still not a movement from you. Should he try to get your attention using his voice? His own movements? Or maybe just leave you be. No, it wouldn’t sit right with him to leave you like this. He carefully leaned down and lightly tapped your shoulder. You snapped your head around to meet his gaze.

“O-oh, hi Zandik! Sorry, I was just zoning out a bit. Do you need anything?”

Your voice sounded artificial, if anything. You feigned energy, feigned control, but Dottore’s gaze pierced right through.

“What’s the matter?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Your ‘zoning out’ was different from usual. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I promise!”

You attempted to gain back the sparkle in your eyes and that genuine smile he loved so dearly. And once again, it was false.

“I don’t appreciate it when you lie to me.”

“I’m not lying!”

“So now you’re in denial.”

“…”

It seemed that he was getting through. At the very least, you still had the lucidity to argue with him. You averted his gaze, fumbling with the edge of the blanket. Why were you so anxious to tell him your troubles? What could’ve happened to breach the dense walls of your contentment? He waited to see if you would speak, and sure enough…

“I’m scared.”

How unexpected.

“Of?”

“You’ll think it’s stupid if I explain it…”

“You wouldn’t have brought it up if you weren’t desperate to explain it.”

You braced yourself - for what, you weren’t entirely sure. While you had your fair share of philosophical conversations with your lover, they were never tainted in melancholy. Just pure, unadulterated curiosity. Would he laugh at you for pondering such things? Or look at you scornfully, wondering why he betrothed someone so pitiful? Either way, you had no way of going back now.

“Do you ever think about… eternity, Zandik?”

“Eternity… I suppose I have. But under what circumstances?”

Dottore took the opportunity to slip into bed next to you, observing you with his usual clinical stare. This time, however, it was laced also with concern. Your voice shuddered slightly with your next statement. “I’ve just been thinking about the world, you know? We’re all confined to this place, and this is where we’ll die. But what happens after? Not to us, but the world. The universe. What will that look like in ten, a hundred, ten billion years from now? What will be left? It’s just so far away, that thinking about it is so…”, you paused, unable to continue for fear of tearing up in front of Dottore.

“So this is what’s been spiralling in that head of yours.” he stated objectively, as though he was making conclusions from an experiment. You had faced away from him, wiping away at stray tears with your sleeve. He placed a firm hand on your shoulder.

“Look at me.”

You slowly turned your head, adjusting your sleeves around your face to he wouldn’t see your tears. It was arbitrary; he was always going to pull your arms aside anyway. He grasped your hand, squeezing it.

“Where are we right now?”

What a silly question, you thought.

“In our room…”

“Precisely. We are here, right now. In this moment, you and I are sitting here, in our bed.”

He paused.

“I won’t condemn you for pondering the future, but I want to bring you back to the present. You’ll only suffer more by thinking the way you are right now.”

He was right, as always, but his words didn’t resolve the thoughts still buried in your mind. And he saw that.

“Come here.”

He opened up the blanket and pet his lap, inviting you to lay on top of him. You accepted, meekly climbing and adjusting so your face was buried in the crook of his neck.

“I am aware that I cannot comfort you with words in your current predicament. But know that life isn’t worth living if you’re too busy thinking about what lies beyond it. And know that I will be here when your thoughts turn on you, always.” That broke you. It broke away the shell you had been building up all day, the one submerging your normally fulfilled self. The tears started again, slow at first, then heavier and heavier. He felt each wrack of sobs and heaves as they crashed through your body, the waves washing away the remnants of your husk.

“T-thank you, Zandik…”

He hummed in response, grasping you impossibly tighter. He wouldn’t let go of you tonight.

[lover-of-mine]

#I saw someone say that Buck using the grief assessments was proof he was talking to them and engaging#and I died a little inside#while it was a very 'clipboard' Buck thing to do#it was not sincere engagement at all and is not going to work with Eddie specifically#because that man is well versed in masking and controlling his reactions and emotions#and Buck acting like Eddie's '12' was a true indication of Eddie's grief could be used as proof that Buck does not know or understand Eddie#but instead it was more likely a reflection of Buck's own grief and inability - in those moments' to actually focus on Eddie and his grief#and as an aside#there is no such thing as handling grief 'well'#the scene with Karen and Athena says as much and the expectation that people should is kind of toxic in itself#Buck and Eddie owe each other understanding and grace in these moments#and totally biased opinion#but ultimately Eddie showed Buck more grace in providing Buck exactly what he needed tags by @elibad because yes

The thing here is the way that Buck's reaction to Eddie opening up tells us that Buck isn't really listening to what Eddie is telling him, that his grief assessment isn't leading to something that actually reflects Eddie's grief. If Buck's reaction to Eddie crying while talking about how he truly felt about the situation is to assume Eddie thinks he didn't try hard enough to save Bobby, then Buck is not accurately assessing Eddie's grief. Because if Buck reacts like that to Eddie telling him point blank what he is feeling and what he needed from Buck, what makes you believe that Buck is drawing the correct conclusions from a psychological evaluation he is not qualified to make?

Grief is a weird thing and Buck is so lost in his own feelings, that he's not accurately reading the world around him. He assumes they don't need him. He assumes Eddie is fine. Even when Eddie is telling him he's not, Buck is still not getting it because he is also lost in his own guilt.

There are so many layers to the fight, and their whole arc on 817 really, Buck is assuming things wrong, Eddie is expecting Buck to be able to read his mind, and things keep getting lost in translation. They don't know how to be out of sync and that was actually one of the few scenes in the whole show where they are on completely different pages. And the whole thing adds so much to their dynamic, even if Buck is being self centered and Eddie is being mean, and to boil it down to poor baby Buck and Eddie being abusive is such a disservice to how incredibly portrayed that scene was.

Also, the narrative that Eddie was dismissing Buck's feelings, when Buck is actively not talking about it enough so that even Hen is also worried and Eddie forced a reaction in admittedly not the best way, when Eddie is crying about how guilt he feels and how he will forever be forced to wonder if he could've made a difference and Buck's reaction is "you don't think I did everything I could to save him?" taking Eddie's guilt as an accusation is very ... Someone was dismissing feelings in that fight, and it wasn't Eddie. But God forbid 2 people fight, right? They're both handling the grief poorly. That's the thing with grief.

[mareastrorum]

I have some complicated thoughts on the fandom response to the new Yasha pride shirt. Not main tagging this because it’s not anyone else’s issue to deal with, but I do want to mention the issues I’m chewing on because maybe it’ll help anyone else with mixed feelings.

There’s some very excited and happy responses to Yasha on a shirt with trans colors, which is lovely, but I don’t necessarily buy into the idea that it means Yasha is canonically trans. It feels like a “Dumbledore is gay” type retcon if that is the case. The issue isn’t that it takes anything away from her story (and to be clear: it doesn’t), but that including a trans identity in the source material would have added a lot—and it just isn’t there. So I’m grappling with: do I think this means Yasha is canonically trans? Probably not, because if I did, wouldn’t that be worse because it took until 2025 to imply it with merch?

The other issue is a handful of negative responses that a trans Yasha would detract from her identity as a lesbian, which I don’t agree with. IRL, there is some nuance to the conversation about the experiences of cis women versus trans women, but that is because we live in a world rife with gender norms heavily laden with sexism and anti-trans rhetoric. Intersectionality happens here, and there is good reason to want to discuss the different experiences of all types of women. However, in Exandria, particularly with Yasha, there hasn’t been any indication that her struggles or problems arise out of her gender identity. Instead, a trans identity would add another layer to her backstory of being forced to assimilate into a very socially-controlled tribe, wanting to make her adoptive parent and leader proud, and turning against them when her wife was murdered for violating their laws. Yasha then left or was exiled, was repeatedly turned away from other social groups, and wound up in a cult that didn’t care about her identity one way or the other. Finally, she was freed from that control and found her way to Molly (genderfluid) and the circus, which celebrates non-conforming identities. Her struggles are an excellent trans allegory regardless of her gender identity, so if we adopt a trans identity as canon (even as a retcon), it maps wonderfully and only makes the parallels more obvious, even if her troubles weren’t due to that identity. None of that contradicts or takes away from her story.

That’s all a long-winded way to say: I think it could enhance Yasha’s story if she was trans, but it feels like there’s some unfortunate meta implications that would come with that if we’re basing it on 2025 pride merch 4 years after the campaign ended.

Also. Like. I could see this as just being a “hey we should feature trans pride this year because of reasons” and that’s valid, plus “maybe let’s not feature Molly or Ashton for trans rep again let’s try someone else” which is also valid, which combined into something that got people unexpectedly riled when there wasn’t necessarily more meaning to it. IDK. Maybe this is an example where anyone who isn’t excited should just let people enjoy things.

[syndrossi]

Okay, I'd like to apologize in advance for how long this is. I got carried away.

So, with how much I love the Aemon's Sons au, I got to thinking about an au where Daemon, Jon, and Rhaegar are Baelon's and Alyssa's triplet sons, and some things that could go with that.

Maybe since the birth would be a lot harder with them being triplets as opposed to it just Daemon, Alyssa, and Baelon decide that four boys is enough and they don't have Aegon, so Alyssa lives and the boys get to have their awesome mom?

Jon could possibly be named after Jaehaerys and be called Jae instead of Jon or even after his uncle Aemon. Rhaegar could still keep his name and have it be for great auntie Rhaena. Or any names really.

One night, Alysanne and Jaehaerys are watching their grandkids in the Red keep, and the triplets, who are toddlers, are playing tag, and Jon and Rhaegar trip and fall into the hearth. And while Alysanne is rightfully freaking out and checking her grand babies for injuries, Jaehaerys is going through about twelve different stages of shock and grief because they DIDN'T BURN and they're both saying that their fine and THEY ARE.

After that, Jaehaerys starts paying closer attention to his youngest grandsons. He hears Rhaegar say something vague about TPTWP prophecy that (Rhaegar remembers from his first life) he absolutely should not know about. He hears Jon talk about a dream he had about being in the snow and dead men walking. So Jaehaerys starts putting together that his youngest grandsons could VERY likely be TPTWP. He would really like to test if Daemon is also fireproof, but he can't exactly come up with a good reason for having his toddler grandson touch a lit candle.

Silverwing and Vermithor have a clutch of three eggs within days of the triplets' birth and Alysanne, and along with some others say that it's a sign that the eggs were meant for Alyssa and Baelon's babes, especially after Alyssa's difficult birth. Jaehaerys originally said no since Aemon was the only one to have a cradle egg, and the triplets are the second, third, and fourth sons of a second son, but once TPTWP epiphany happens, he agrees to giving them the eggs. Within days, Shadow and Qelebrys hatch. Daemon is very upset that his egg never hatches, but he still gets Caraxes later on, which to him is better.

Years later, when Baelon is heir, Jaehaerys probably tries to get Jon or Rhaegar (he's figured out by now that Daemon is not a PTWP) betrothed to Rhaenyra even despite the current age difference and the fact that both the boys are third and fourth sons. Alysanne and Baelon and Alyssa, if she's there, are not going for it right now. Or maybe he tries to get a northern match for one of them for the "Ice" to go with their Song of Ice and Fire.

Once again, sorry this is so long. I wanted to share, and then I got to rambling. No pressure to answer! Love your writing!

A triplet birth that mother and babes all survive would be a very rare thing. Moreso on the part of the babies, as triplet births tend to be very premature. But perhaps we can PTWP handwave it, and say that Daemon was saved along with them through ~magic~.

Given that Alyssa wanted to basically birth Baelon an entire football team, I doubt having "only" four sons would stop her, so perhaps the birth is a close enough call that Baelon refuses to risk another pregnancy.

As for dragon eggs...honestly, there's no evidence that Jaehaerys didn't put any in the cradles of his other children. Given that Viserys kept up the tradition, I would guess that it was standard practice, so Jon and Rhaegar could get their hatchlings even earlier, though they'd have to wait for a gift of dragon eggs from Volantis if they're to actually get Shadow and Qelebrys. The hearth shenanigans would be no less surprising!

A more likely match might be Laena, since she's "only" 11 years younger going by book dates (versus Rhaenyra's 16 in book canon). But there might be other Velaryon matches. Or perhaps Jaehaerys skips betrothing Aemma to Viserys at all since he's not "special" enough, since she's just shy of a year younger than the triplets. But I could also see him trying furiously to figure out what the "ice" part is and going for a northern match, as you say.