#but i still think just demy is funnier Personally

[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

DELHI, INDIA, PRIDE 2023 | 26TH NOVEMBER

Okay, now that I’m done being overwhelmed from all of this. Here’s what I want to say.

Every year that I attend pride, my heart grows bigger. There is no place in the world as safe as the one created between a crowd of people who are just trying to live their lives the way they want. You’ll never find a softer, happier and funnier place to be in. Like every time; I met some of the sweetest, nicest and funniest people this year. I’ll cherish that forever.

But here’s what I want to say; and this one’s for the younger kids. Representation matters so, so much in the world. It’s so important to see your stories on screen, in books, in art, in and around the world. It is crucial that we all have that. But, you also need to go out in the world and actually interact with the LGBTQIA+ community. It will be the biggest surprise of your life because you will realise how not-rigid and beautiful the community really is. The right terminology is absolutely important while referring to certain groups, but y’all have to understand that these are real people, we’re not just stories; we’re not just a stat, we’re real and the ones you meet in real life will teach you more about the community than anything else.

I’ve met and known people who call themselves fag, and they’re okay with it. You don’t get to tell them otherwise because there’s a history there. A history of reclaiming something that was used to hurt them. But there are also those who would never utter those terms. You don’t get to criticise them as well. When you meet these people, these very real people, it will blow you by the sheer strength of their will. It would be conflicting because social media teaches us there’s only way to be gay—it’s not true. You will meet fifty different types of trans people and everyone will be as special as they can. You will meet gays, lesbians, bisexuals, aspecs, aromanticism, pan sexuals/demi and a hundred other who are still trying to find a word for themselves. They will not be defined by their clothes, or their voices or their surgeries. They will only be defined by their kindness and heart but I repeat, you absolutely need to meet these people. They are real. We are real. And you will not find us on tumblr/social media discourses.

This one’s for the younger queer kids, please do not fall under the traps of the right way to be queer. Do not get into a pointless, intellectually superior discourse when there’s a living person standing in front of you, telling you who they are. When you’re only interacting with a community from behind a screen, you only see a one-dimensional picture. The truth is often far different.

The LGBTQIA+ community is not as rigid as tumblr/other forms of social media might make you believe. There is no right or wrong terminology in my opinion, no right or wrong way to live—you just have to accept that every person you meet can choose to do whatever the fuck they want.

But to really interact with the community and understand the history and our present fight, you need to interact with the ones outside. The ones living and breathing and fighting on the streets.

And to all the queer kids/adults who do not have access to these places and community yet, I am sending you all my love. I am putting alstroemerias in your hands, as they represent connection. Because when even if you all can’t be here, every time I am here, every time we are here, holding each other’s hands and hearts, we’re thinking of you. We’re fighting for you.

[hoperays-song]

All LGBTQIA+ Sing Characters Headcanons

Out of all 63 canon characters that we actually get to know a bit about, I headcanon 55 of them are LGBTQIA+. Why? One, why not, two, they told me themselves, and three... this is legitimately a franchise about theatre kids, of course majority are gonna be fruity. 

Anyways, here we go!

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Meena Amari - Bisexual Trans Woman (She/Her)

- publicly came out two years before Sing 1 and her family was extremely supportive

- was a member of a LGBTQ+ support club when she was in school

Darius Andeno - Unlabled (He/Him)

- honestly just never has tried to labeled his sexuality and is too lazy to start now

- dating Harry for around a year and a half at the time of Sing 2

Hobbs Atene - Omnisexual (He/Him)

- happily married to his spouse with three kids

- was the first person Eddie ever came out to as a kid

Ash Batalla - Bisexual Demi-Girl (She/They)

- came out to her bio family as a teenager which went horribly

- has coached several others in the troupe through identity crises

Mike Bianchi - Biromantic (He/Him)

- so deep in the closet that he’s in Narnia at this point

- legit thinks everyone is like this she is wrong)

Nancy Bianchi - Graysexual (She/Her)

- didn’t really understand her own identity until she started doing research in case her future kid/s came out

- also legit thought everyone is like this (she was also wrong)

Clay Calloway - Bisexual Trans Masc (He/They)

- one of the first public LGBTQ+ rockstars

- has gotten into fights protecting queer fans from protestors

Ruby Calloway - Pansexual Trans Woman (She/Her)

- she and Clay are the og T4T couple in this series

- worked as a marketing agent almost exclusively with young queer artists

Jimmy Crystal - Bisexual (He/Him)

- tied with Mike for the character with the most internalized homophobia

- was the only one at Crystal Entertainment to not know about Jerry’s crush

Porsha Crystal - Gender Questioning Pansexual (She/Her)

- came out as a younger teenager to her dad’s bodyguards first as “practice”

- started questioning her gender during the Majestic run of Out of This World

Barry Frost - Bisexual (He/Him)

- was outed as a young teenager and was bullied a lot

- he was the first of the gang to realize that Johnny was queer

Norman Harrison - Biromantic (He/Him)

- he and Rosita both came out in college and to each other first

- pan4bi Rosita and Norman is so important to me idk

Gunter Järvinen - Aromantic Homosexual Trans Man (He/Him)

- came out as a kid and transitioned before moving to the US

- genuinely gets confused and slightly worried when someone tries to describe romantic attraction to him

Klaus Kickenclobber - Gay (He/Him)

- been out for years

- that’s all you’re getting because that’s all I thought of

Suki Lane - AroAce (She/Her)

- realized she was AroAce as a teen but just didn’t come out for a few years due to her family not being accepting

- when she did come out, her honorary cousins pointed out that she dressed like the AroAce flag, which they found way funnier than she did

Buster Moon - Gay Trans Man (He/Him)

- he came out as a young kid and his dad was super supportive

- has been dating Eddie since university

Charley Moon (Buster’s Dad) - Greyromantic (He/Him)

- did not realize he was greyromantic til he was in his 50s

- another prime example of “but everyone’s like this”

Eddie Noodleman - Bisexual (He/Him)

- came out to his family as a university student after coming out to Hobbs as a teen

- legit flipped a coin with Buster to see who would propose

Nana Noodleman - Asexual Lesbian (She/Her)

- she was pretty open with her identity her entire career and was well known for not taking any kind of harassment at her shows

- adopted her daughter on her own in her 40s

Harry Ocheing - Intersex Gay (They/He)

- came out as a kid to their siblings

- super supportive of other performers when they come out

Nooshy Peart - Genderfluid Lesbian (They/She)

- came out as a teenager and left home right after, bit is still in contact with her siblings who are supportive

- Marcus was the first supportive parent they ever had

Rosita Pèrez-Harrison - Pansexual (She/Her)

- came out to her college friends before anyone else

- buys all the troupe pride gear if they want or need any

Stan Phillips - Unlabled (He/Him)

- decidedly unlabeled and happy about it

- he protected Barry from bullies when they were kids, which is how they met

Alfonso Romano-Hassan - Biromantic (He/Him)

- did not realize he was biromantic until talking to Meena about her being bi a few months into dating

- the creator of bi wife energy lets be honest

Mizuki Satō - Nonbinary Lesbian (They/She)

- moved states away from their family after coming out in their twenties

- she has a long term girlfriend of three years

Jerry Swell - Gay (He/Him)

- came out in his late 20s

- had a crush on his boss since he started working for him

Johnny Taylor - Gay Demi-Boy (He/They)

- came out to his family a few months before Sing 2 despite the closet being made of glass with no doors for years

- found out that he was legit the last person to know he was gay out of his entire family

Marcus Taylor - Demisexual (He/Him)

- figured out that he was demisexual after researching how to be more supportive of Johnny

- married an omnisexual woman and was a very vocal ally since he was a teen

Ryan Willis - Gay (He/Him)

- came out to his moms as a really young kid and legit forgot about it until he tried to come out years later and they just said that they knew already

- had a crush on Johnny since meeting him but actually hid it for several months pretty well

Garry Wishmann - Asexual Trans Man (He/Him)

- came out in his late teens

- owns a ton of pun centered asexual shirts 

[gabunomigrlhasfeelings]

i am a teenage girl at 4am during finals week, fangirling over him, while he is doing the same over someone else.

i wonder if the two of us are just part of a long string of people. a daisy chain of crushing, if you will.

i adore the stars in his eyes as he obsesses. he's adorable when he's over the moon; it's like those animated sparks from the scott pilgrim netflix show, but in real life, and every time i look into his eyes he leaves me in awe.

it's a sharp contrast from what i almost always find in my eyes: fire. all-consuming, all-absorbing, all-encompassing flame.

well...except when i'm with him. it's as if he has a bucket of water ready at all times, in...idk, one of the ways, ever.

when i'm in his car, it feels like anything but a death box — from how the dashboard looks in his eyes, to the irremovable fragrance of pancakes and plushies, to his thousand-song playlist, it feels like a home away from home.

no. it feels *better* than a home. safer. it feels like his.

and i am obsessed with everything about him.

he's good with pets. especially with cats. to be honest i should take him to that one cat cafe in the east side — it's far from where i am and a hell of a bus and train ride back, but it's so worth it seeing his eyes flicker with warmth again.

i miss him.

i know i'm probably gonna see him again today, tomorrow and the next few days this week. i still miss the hell out of him, like always. i miss how warm it feels in his car and how we get stuck in traffic.

i miss how that $7.21 banana chai tastes; i miss his face when he tried it and told me to get it. banana chai will forever remind me of him, though maybe i'll try that apple pie chai while it's still in season.

i miss how his laugh sounds. i wish i were funnier so i would get to hear it a lot more, because i would do anything. anything anything.

i'm pissed at how scared i am when i'm around him. he makes me feel so soft that i can't even stare a cop down without worrying if they'll hurt him. i'm too scared of losing him now, even when he was never mine to lose to begin with.

he loves stupid girls; i wish i were a bit more stoopid for him. /lh (disjunct from the rest, i just remember this in passing lmao)

i wish i could hate white chocolate with as much of a passion as he does, but hey, i'll eat any white chocolate he throws my way.

he makes me want to actually get home safe: self-preservation is something i really need in my life, if i'm being honest, and he makes me want to survive another day even when things don't look great. or,,,more than just survive. (i would go into the musical theater tangent but honestly i don't want this to be too long of a rant lmao, i want to eventually cut this down into a poem. maybe one i can read at poetry night some time.)

he makes me feel alive.

i'm alive every second that i spend with him, and for the hours and days and weeks that i think of him afterwards. i need him like air, but i'm scared and i want to give him space that he needs. i don't know why i'm so scared of losing him when i'm like his least close friend right now.

for the first time in...forever, someone makes me feel like i can truly be safe. and i don't know if this is love or a crush or a favorite person or a hyperfixation or all of the above, but i need to be his.

i don't know if that's something i can ever be (see the ventpost about him making me want to be a "boy in the demi lovato way or ghibli movie way" but tldr he's gay as fuck) but i think i want to try.

am i coming off to strong? am i annoying him? i don't know and i'm scared to find out. he said he'd tell me if i got too annoying, but i'm very scared that by then i'd be too late.

and i can't lose the boy that makes me feel alive.

i don't know how to end this off. but by the time i condense this down into a poem, the ending will have probably written itself.

but...i don't care if i never get home, if he doesn't care. i just want to be with him, that's all.

why am i so awkward around him? i don't remember crushes ever feeling like this. (though to be fair 90% of the crushes i've had turned out to just be FPs and hyperfixations. this is so different.)

...

dear dream boy,

i need sleep before finals. please, dream boy, take back the butterflies that you put into my stomach — only for the night, or for however long, and give them back whenever you'd like.

i don't mind if i take my test with just you on my mind. i just find it hard to close my eyes when you're all i can see. you'll show up in my dreams and i'll do my best to stop dreaming before i fantasize.

i got you one part of your birthday gift. and i hope you like it, you said you didn't have too much of a preference but you did say you liked them really soft.

ah fuck. i hope you don't find this account and get (one of many parts of) your birthday gift spoiled too soon. or my crush on you spoiled too soon. i hope, though, that if you do actually look through this account, you'll find what i want to tell you but that i'm too scared to. every good night and good morning message i wish i could leave for you. every little thing about you that i admire. every time you make my world more colorful.

good luck on your finals, dream boy. i know you have them too.

good night/morning, and sweet dreams.

xoxo, minty

p.s. i think i'll need to change my online name too, since i changed my handle lmao

[inanotherworldarling]

I always personally liked the idea Demyx's name was actually "Myde" originally

Myde is the most nerd ass name I've ever heard, I wouldn't even need to join an apocalypse cult to change that shit to Demyx

[teyvattherapist]

Hi! Can i request Kaeya, Dliuc, or/and Childe reacting to their s/o being insecure about being asexual? Because a lot of people say that sex is important in a relationship and reader cant give them that. A lot of people also think asexuality is just a broken person…for some reason

Gn! reader please and sfw. Change the characters if you want.

Thank you and take you time!! don’t stress!

I'll start by saying I'm demi, so I understand this ask on a personal level phew. I hope I did this justice for you! And know that you aren't alone, life can be fulfilling even without sex. No one person is worth sacrificing your boundaries for, either. Mwah!

Ps, hope its okay I only did Kaeya and Diluc, I ran outta steam after i lost all the progress for this.

tags: gn!readerxKaeya, gn!readerxDiluc, asexual!reader, mentions of sex and insecurities.

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-While Kaeya is a relatively sexual person, he doesn't need it by any means. That and he's often too busy anyways, this just makes doing things the two of you want to do much easier without needing to set aside time for such.. activities.

-If you don't want him to flirt with you as much, he won't, he'd rather you feel comfortable than fire off the latest pickup line he's heard from Fontaine. Though sometimes he still asks if you want to hear the funnier ones, what can he say? They make him laugh.

-All this being said, he does his best to make you feel comfortable and secure. So for him to hear an offhand comment from somebody else regarding the fact he doesn't seem to fluster you as he did his previous partners, he's not particularly pleased. And he's even less pleased when he watches your face fall by such inappropriate comments.

Kaeya doesn't want to make a scene, but the arm he securely wraps around your waist is comforting as he leads you away to somewhere far more quiet. In the shaded alleyway behind Good Hunter he properly pulls you into a hug. "I can already feel you thinking, so stop that." He joked as he gives you a reassuring squeeze.

"What if they're right though, what if-"

"Shh, no what ifs. Sex is boring anyways when I can kick your ass in Windtrace." His words forced a choked laugh from you and the cavalry captain couldn't help his sincere smile as he pulled back just enough to cup your cheeks. "Seriously though, how are you that bad at Windtrace?"

"Kaeya! That's not serious at all." You furrowed your brow at him playfully and he just leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose. "Thank you, though." If he was good at anything, it was getting your mind off of all of those pointless what ifs. This relationship was fulfilling enough, there was nobody else he'd rather joke with, and that was more than good enough.

-You had been nervous to tell Diluc about your feelings regarding sex and sexual attraction. He hadn't known the meaning, and his expressions throughout the explanation became worrying until he offered a soft. "Oh.. Me too." A relief and a shock, Master Diluc had never been one for such activities in general and now he had a concrete reason why.

-For this though, feeling insecure about the nature of your relationship did not happen often. Diluc much preferred the intimacy that came with cuddling over anything else, behind closed doors of course.

-Though.. This didn't stop strangers from commenting on his relationship with you. Especially regarding the next heir to the Ragnvindr family legacy and all the unnecessary comments that seem to come with such a topic. Diluc often just ignores it and tells you to do the same. Plus, he's only twenty three, why in Teyvat does he need to be thinking about such things? He can just adopt later.

Diluc noticed your down turn in mood all evening, but with how busy the tavern happened to be, he didn't exactly have time to ask. Until the last patron was ushered out and the door locked. You swirled the drink in your glass, watching as the liquid splashed from one side to the other.

"Is something bothering you, love?" His voice is soft as he pulled himself into the seat beside you, moving to rest his elbow on the countertop to watch you. A noncommittal hum before you down the small amount of the drink that remained. You set the glass down, eyes moving to inspect the area behind the bar.

"Just thinking about things. You're satisfied, with what we have, right?" For a moment, you question seemed to stun the redhead as he stared at you, trying to discern where the concern was coming from. You turned your head to look at him, raising an eyebrow. In that moment, it connected for him.

Diluc's smile is small as he reached across the countertop with his free hand, taking yours in his gloved one, he intertwined his fingers with yours. "Yes, more than satisfied. You, my everlasting flame, are the best thing to ever happen to me. The people of Mondstadt are far too nosy for their own good." Crimson eyes rolled as he squeezed your hand reassuringly.

You smiled at the pet name, almost out of character for Diluc if you didn't know better. He had quite a penchant for them behind closed doors, only more of a sign of his devotion to you. "I love you, Luc." You brought his hand up, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand. Almost immediately red began to creep up his neck, spreading across his cheeks. Too easy.

"I.." He cleared his throat, his cheeks were too warm. "Love you too." He slid off of the bar stool, gently pulling you to your feet. "Now come along, help me close the tavern. I'd like to get back to the Winery at a decent time."

[megasoniczx]

Hey, so, this was an idea I had. Fate/Grand Order is one of the few other gacha games I constantly play aside from FEH, and that ultimately led me to the idea of “What would a collaboration between the two games look like?”, and that’s what led to this, a full on Fate/Grand Order themed banner in Fire Emblem Heroes with SIX possible units they could add, including two legendary heroes and a mythic hero. Unlikely? Yes, this is incredibly unlikely in many ways. But the idea still seems fun, so let’s stretch our suspension of disbelief and have fun with this idea.

Now, I’m in no way a hardcore player, so the explinations of what exclusive skills these heroes have won’t be super in-depth. I’m just going to explain what kind of role I’d think they could play and give a general idea of what their skills would do.

So, let’s start with the poster child of Fate-

Artoria - King of Knights:

The Legendary King Arthur, Artoria Pendragon, who is in fact a woman in the Fate Series. As a Saber Class Servant, Artoria had to be the Sword Infantry of the banner, there was no other option. Her PRF Weapon would of course be Excalibur, the legendary sword of light. I imagine Artoria would be a fairy balanced across the board unit, only really excelling in her attack stat with her flaw being low speed. 

Her Exclusive Skills:

Excalibur - Raises ATK/DEF by +4, would have Distant Counter built in.

Sword of Light - Exclusive Special Skill, has a charge of 4 and boosts her ATK damage by 75%

Avalon - PRF B Skill, Raises DEF by 25%, doubles to 50% when Special Skill is used for 2 turns

EMIYA - Nameless Hero:

A Nameless Heroic Spirit who formed a contract with The World, he has seen many battles, enduring pain to create weapons. As an Archer Class Servant, EMIYA would be a grey archer unit, excelling in his ATK with his personal bow with high SPD, but having low DEF/RES. 

His Exclusive Skills:

Mystic Bow -  Effective against flying units Raises ATK by +5, has Desperation 2 & Quick Riposte 3 built into it.

Caladbolg - Exclusive Special Skill, has a charge of 3 and boosts his ATK damage by 50%

Projection - Boosts ATK by 10% after every turn not spent in combat (only activates after player phase)

Cú Chulainn - Beast of Culann:

The original Lancer infamous for dying in the original Fate/Stay Night visual novel, Cú Chulainn is Irland’s child of light and famous for his absurd endurance. He excels in high ATK & SPD with moderate HP and RES, low DEF being his main weakness. 

His single Exclusive Skill is:

Gáe Bolg: Raises ATK & SPD by 5, Accelerates Special trigger (cooldown count-1).

Gilgamesh - King of Heroes:

The first Heroic Spirit and King of Babylon, Gilgamesh is among the most powerful heroes in Fate, so no doubt he’d be powerful here. He excels effectively in every stat, save speed due to being an armor unit. He’s also an armor tome unit, something we don’t see a whole lot of. 

His Exclusive Skills are:

Gate of Babylon - Raised ATK/SPD/DEF/RES by 5, has Close Counter built in, and is effective against Dragon/Beast units.

Enuma Elish - Exclusive Special Skill, has a charge of 5 and boosts his ATK damage by 150%.

Golden Rule: Raised ATK by 4, grants him Vantage 3, Desperation 2, & Quick Riposte 3.

Yes, I know, this man is broken as shit. What are you gonna do, throw F!Edelgard at me?

Mash Kyrielight - Chaldea’s Shield:

A Demi-Servant with the powers of Sir Galahad from Fate/Grand Order, Mash is best described as a complete fucking tank. As the sole member of the Shielder Class, Mash’s entire job is to soak up damage like a sponge and then beat the shit out of you. 

Her Exclusive Skill is:

Lord Camelot - Raises ATK/DEF by +5 and has Obstruct 3 built into it.

Jeanne d’Arc - Saint of Orleans:

Our mythic hero for this banner is Jeanne d’Arc as a staff unit (do we even have a mythic staff?). She excels as an offensive healer, poor resistance being her only fault. Her Exclusive Skills are:

Flag of Orleans - Raises ATK by +5 and foes cannot counterattack. Has Close Counter & Time’s Pulse 3 built into it.

Luminosité Éternelle - Grants +5 DEF to unit and all allies within 3 tiles of unit. Saint’s Blessing (A Skill) - Boosts healing equal to that of unit’s attack

So, funny thing. I'm a dumbass who forgot to give Jeanne an actual recovery skill, so pretend she has one as well. What's funnier is that I gave her Distant Counter, remembered she couldn't inherit one, then remembered she's supposed to have CLOSE COUNTER!

I'm sorry Jeanne, you deserved better.

...

And that’s the general idea I had for this “FEH X FGO” banner. Maybe I’ll make another one of these, maybe I’ll spin it the other way around and design some Fire Emblem characters as Fate/Grand Order units.

[ladder-discourse]

Is now a good time to talk about dragons? Because if it is, then I’d love to hear what you came up with!

YEAH LET'S TALK ABOUT DRAGONS YEEEEAAHHHH thanks for reminding me anon

I realized I kind of touched on a lot of this in my TM info post already so hopefully this isn't too disappointing to read lmao...

Gonna c/p what I put on my info post first,

Dragons: Exceedingly rare and mysterious; as far as anyone is aware no true “pure blooded” dragons exist anymore, and any dragon representation among the cast is limited to what are technically human/dragon hybrids. Draconic abilities are not well understood as they are not only rare but also wildly variable in nature. The only consistently shared trait seems to be that all people with draconic heritage are immune to curses and most magical types of poison.

OK so to expound on this, basically my idea is basically that there are two broad categories of dragons.

The first category are "true" dragons or Elder Dragons which are like, basically what some people in-universe could argue are basically Gods. Big powerful reptilian beasts who could change shape and traverse between the different magical planes with ease, and they had all kinds of whack powers and shit bc they are chock o' block full of magical power. As far as the general supernatural community is aware these guys only exist in legend now, but at some point in history they used to mingle more openly with the rest of society. There are currently no characters in TM who are this type of dragon.

The second category is made up of the dragon-blooded, which is what Phoenix and Ryunosuke and Athena all are. At some point in their lineage an elder dragon got involved, and now for countless generations ever since, random people in their families have occasionally been able to turn into big scaly reptiles with weird powers. I'm not sure yet if the elder dragons 'getting involved' in their family means 'literally had kids w/ a human/another monster' or if it just means they like, passed some of their power onto a family line, like a blessing, by arcane means?? w/e, specifics don't matter, it's a lawyer AU, point is dragon vibes got in there somewhere and created a whole new variety of supernatural entity which are basically like. Demi-dragons.

So. Phoenix, Ryunosuke, Athena, 'Yuta and Dhurke are all this second category. They're dragons, but they're not Dragons. If that is confusing, I apologize, it confuses me too, but this is what I get for basically building this plane as I fly it. I probably should just settle on an alternate term for what they are and stick with it but it's also just easier (and sometimes funnier) to just say 'dragon'.

Additional tidbits...

How much a dragon-blooded person's draconic influence expresses itself through them (ie whether they are in touch with their powers and draconic form or not) has a lot to do with like... the individual's own inner strength, and whether they have a proper understanding of their own capabilities/heritage. So like, I think Ryunosuke was raised in a setting where his family was like, yes, we are aware that we are capable of turning into these noodly bois, it's rad, and it was like a part of their daily culture and how he was raised. Same w/ Athena to an extent, Metis may have been killed when she was young but she still had enough time w/ her mom to get something of a foundation to work from

Phoenix is a special case. Either he was an orphan and basically had no guidance on this shit at all, or his family just really fell out of touch with the magic shit in the generations that happened between his time and Ryunosuke's. Which is why he can't really access a full form for the duration of the Trilogy. He has to find himself still, basically!

(...And now in the course of typing this all out I am also now wondering if I should retcon and canonize that Athena also has some of this shit to figure out still. 🤔 (I say as if I'm actually writing a fic or something out of this and not just making Funney Doodles lmao))

...Anyway this is way too long and rambly and I'm so sorry, somehow at some point I wound up basically turning this AU into like, a sandbox where I use these lawyer games characters as fun dolls to try to figure out world building for my own original urban fantasy setting??

[klonoadreams]

If Coco isn’t affected by Murasaki (great name btw) due to being non human, then that means that only Rin and Kohaku aren forbidden from touching him due to being the only one of the family completely human. Poor Rin. I imagine her being a little upset, because finally she’s no longer the youngest and she gets to be a big sister but she isn’t allowed to hold or play with him out of fear that he’ll take advantage of her. I don’t think she’ll be able to hug Coco either, due to having Murasaki duty

At least, until Sesshoumaru takes over and it’s just.

Hakudoshi all over again, because Murasaki is just resting bitch face at Sesshoumaru, while he’s since grown attached to Coco.

Once he gets better, Rin should be able to hold him. Probably the first sign he’s starting to turn. Because Rin is just !!!!!!!! and smiling, while Murasaki sleeps on in her arms.

It takes a while, but she still has fun just looking at Coco and Murasaki, while Hakudoshi is there, clinging onto Coco’s sleeve.

of course, there’s also Jaken, but it’s funnier with Sesshoumaru.

The Infant’s manipulation only works on those who don’t have strong wills, though I assume being human means it’s easier than usual to control them, versus a pure yokai like Sesshoumaru, or whatever the fuck’s going on with our demi-human Coco (being a reincarnated soul, I’d say she’s a lot more willful than the average person).

(really growing attached to Murasaki now, it’s good)

[authoressskr]

Engaged in Frivolity

Written for: @mamaredd123 Mama’s 100 Quotes of Supernatural Challenge

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Characters: Reader (Hey, that’s you!), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Gabriel, Balthazar, Mary Winchester (mentioned), Memphis (OFC), Holly (OFC), Mera (OFC)

Quote: “You look like you got attacked by some PCP crazed strippers.” (Bolded below in text)

Warnings: Language, Drinking, Idk…maybe subpar writing and no beta.

Summary: When you get some down time, Gabriel and Balthazar know just how to fill it.

Tagging: @mamaredd123 @lyndsay88  @sdavid09  @thewhiterabbit42

*No posting on other platforms without my permission*

“Come on! Dancing, drinking, mischief - what more could a human want for the autumn equinox?  All on a Friday, which will surely lead well into Saturday and/or Sunday.  It’s very hard to keep track of time when one is -”

“Hammered?” You supply, putting the book on mass hauntings back on the shelf as you shoot Balthazar a look.

“Engaged in frivolity.”

“Oooh. Frivolity.” Dean mocks as he pushes away from the library table. “I don’t think you should be taking her to a giant party where everyone will mistake her for an entrée.” Sam’s eyebrows shoot up at his brother’s words, but then he gives a little half shrug and nod combo that strengthens your resolve not to go.

On the other hand…

“Oh pluu-ease!  Like me and Balthy would let anything happen to our favorite human.” Gabriel held up his forefinger. “Also, Balthazar invited you goons simply to be nice. We don’t want to see you dancing or carousing around with beautiful nymphs, goddesses, demi-gods, spirits - let alone embarrassing me.”

“Us embarrass you?” You snicker at Dean’s words before the thought of super-drunk Dean attempting to shuffle out a dance is suddenly filling your head.  You had only seen him do dramatic hand gestures while driving Baby so you weren’t too clear on his actual abilities, but seeing how adamant he was about not dancing - dude was practically the preacher from Footloose - the image just got funnier until you had to clamp a hand over your mouth to stop the unruly giggles. Gabriel just quirks an eyebrow at you before looking at Balthazar with a smirk. They’d promised long ago not to snoop on your thoughts.

You quickly project the image to the angels, watching carefully as Cas’s forehead wrinkled at the awkward dance number you’d conjured up. Dean glares at you and you turn quickly back towards the bookcase, shelving another book on necromancy.

“All I’m saying is it seems like I know how this is gonna pan out.  Kinda like Indiana?”  Dean brings up the last time they were surrounded by pagan gods, gesturing wide with both his hands and his own raised eyebrows.

“One, Lucifer isn’t hunting you two down. Two, none of the gods - except Kali - survived that night. So no one knows I’m me.  And Kali isn’t a party person.”

“Unless it’s in an underground cave over a fiery pit with some glowing stones.”  You offer, moving to stand beside Dean who raises his hand for a high five.

“A plus Indy reference.”

“Thank you, Dean.” Gabriel rolls his eyes at the exchange between you two as Balthazar rises from the wingback chair by the liquor cart to stand beside the archangel.

“As I was saying… three, equinoxes and other pagan celebratory dates are usually no-kill instances. The gods eat beforehand and then we party for a few days then, ya know, everything goes back to normal.”

“And we’d be there to watch over her.”  Balthazar assures the room, flashing you a big smile.

“Think of it as an autumn weekend in Las Vegas. Except no gambling. Just music, booze, all you can eat desserts, dancing and an occasional wild animal running through the festivities.” Dean’s mouth downturns and he nods, like this has happened to him before and you stare at him bewildered and curious.

“What the hell do you do in Vegas?” Dean chuckles and is about to answer when Sam shakes his shaggy head and assures you that you do not want to know. You turn to Gabriel, who is giving you his version of puppy eyes, goldenrod orbs wide and beckoning. Shit.

“Not the eyes, Gabe.” You sigh out, a small smile worming itself onto your face.

“YES!” He shouts triumphantly. “Don’t worry, sweetness. This is going to be fantastic!”

“No. No. Noooo. No. NO.” Dean turns, taking your shoulders in his grip, meeting your gaze. “Come on, you don’t gotta do this. Don’t succumb to peer pressure.”  When you just keep smiling at him he drops his hands, huffing out an irritated breath. “Fine. But we aren’t going to have fun.  Me and Sam and Cas are going to watch out for Y/N.”

“Okay.” Gabriel replies brightly.

“Dress to move.” Balthazar orders before gently pushing you towards the archway, his eyes dancing with excitement already.

Ten minutes later, you’re dressed in your best skinny jeans, a loose fitting silky black tank and your trusty old vans, maroon hoodie in hand.

“Is this okay?”

“Isn’t that what you were just wearing?” Cas asks as Dean looks you up and down.

“No.”  You look at Gabriel. “Does it look like what I just had on?” Gabe shrugs.

“Looks like you just changed your top, cupcake.”

“Well how am I supposed to know how to dress for an equinox celebration?”  Balthazar chuckles at your tone.

“We’ll just let the nymphs, naiads and such dress her once we get there.”

“I still want clothes, Balthazar.”

“And you shall have them, darling.”

“Alrighty!”  Gabriel rubs his hands together once Sam returns, his whole face alight. “Does everyone have their exit buddies?!” Balthazar appears beside you, wrapping an arm tightly around your waist. “No fair! She was my exit buddy.”

“Guess you are stuck with Samantha.”

“Boys.” You warn.  “Are we going or not?”

When the tug by your belly button and a sharp sense of momentary motion sickness passed, you were on the edge of a huge clearing with towering evergreen trees acting as sentinel guards for the celebration.

“Loki!” A handful of women and men shouted merrily, rushing forward.

“Hiya! Now, sugar cube, this is Memphis. She’ll help dress you more appropriately.” He motions a beautiful woman forward with the most gorgeous black tight black curls, so black it was blue in the starlight.

“Bitchin’ name. Is that because you are the naiad of the river Memphis?”

“Ooh, our dear Trickster has found a smart one. Come on.” Her bright white smile was so welcoming and when she held her hand out, you took it with little hesitation. “See you in a few!”

Memphis led you across the clearing, her mahogany skin - you swear to whatever gods are in the clearing - is giving off this soft glow that you can’t help but be draw to. You fully understood the lure of naiads, nymphs and others now. You would gladly camp out by her river to hope to catch a glimpse again. She stopped abruptly in front of a white and blue fabric tent, pulling a white panel back.

“Go ahead.” She encourages you with a nod, letting you ease into the tent. “Loki didn’t mention your name.” She utters as she heads to the far side of the brightly lit tent, shooting you a reassuring smile.

“It’s Y/N.” You answer, looking at the scraps - emphasis on scraps - of fabric she was picking up and examining on a long table. A loud bout of giggles erupted from behind an opaque blue panel before a tiny woman stepped into the main room, her bright peridot eyes taking you in as if you were the most interesting thing she’d encountered in the last century or so.

“Y/N, this is Holly. She’s a Gaelic pixie. Y/N is Loki’s wife.”

“Oh, no - uh, Loki and I - uh, we aren’t married.” Memphis looks from the tiny yellow band of fabric to you.

“She just assumed cause you smell like him and you are wearing his favors.”  The petite brunette points to the bracelet and then to the necklace you wore. “So, the dark haired one in the coat? He single?” Her accent is soft and alluring as she wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

“Yes. And awkward.”

“Just how I like ‘em! Ooh, darlin’ I like you. So, Memp, what are we doin’ to her?”

“Dressing her more for the festivities.”

“I love me a sexy makeover! I’ll help.” Memphis rolls her sand colored eyes good-naturedly before holding up a soft pink halter top that looked like something from a pirate film. “Look at her face!  Dontcha wear pink out there, with the other humans?” You shake your head no before shuffling from one foot to the other nervously.

“And I’d like it to cover my stomach.” Both women stop to stare at you, perplexed.

“All women’s shapes and sizes, colors and creeds are beautiful.”  Memphis’s words feel like a soft spoken battle cry.

“I know. I know! And I totally am all for that. But, uh…”

“She’s self-conscious, not lookin’ fer a lecture.”

“No, no! It’s fine! Just wanted to give you a basis, ya know?”

“We will cover where you have asked but other areas must now compensate for that.” Memphis’s smooth voice is full of promise and you realize it’s like bargaining with Gabe. Damnit. A look at Holly tells you how much trouble you’re in when she holds up a dark green tank top with a pair of black stretchy shorts with golden thread. So screwed. So very, very screwed.

—

Dean is watching the tent like a hawk, nodding at Sam’s ramblings but not paying attention. Which they both know.

“We’re so boned. Uber-boned.” Gabriel mutters to Balthazar as a gaggle of women approach. Dean’s head snaps to the group, Sam stopping mid-sentence to watch.

They part, revealing Memphis and Holly, who step forward with giant, knowing smiles plastered on their gorgeous faces. The paused a second, relishing the wait before stepping to the side to reveal Y/N.

All five men’s jaws dropped.

The dark green tank scooped low to reveal a healthy amount of décolletage, while the black short shorts revealed her smooth, long legs. Her hair is decorated with purple myrtle flowers and baby’s breath woven throughout and she is smiling nervously at the ground. When her eyes did flicker up, darting from Dean to Sam to Cas, finally pausing on Balthazar before meeting Gabriel’s gaze.

“So, uh, what do we do now?” Y/N asks brightly, before Memphis leans forward to whisper something then glides away towards a small group of dancers.

“Drink!” Holly shout triumphantly, dragging her towards a few giant wine barrels while the men all still stared.

“You can keep repeating ‘She’s a little sister to me’ all you want, Sam. Isn’t going to change much.” Balthazar teases, taking a healthy sip from his whiskey.

“Don’t read my mind.” Sam hisses, his cheeks a faint pink.

“You’re projecting.” Cas replies easily, moving from their group to join Y/N, Balthazar right behind him.

“What’re we drinking ladies?” Balthazar questions, a bright mischievous smile spread out on his face.

—

Four hours, two cups of mead and half a dozen jello shots later, you are feeling awesome.  Whoever organized this knew their music, weaving lilting tunes that fireflies bobbed in time with to Journey to EDM then back to those intoxicating songs of old.

Memphis, Holly, and an apsaras (A Cambodian dance nymph) named Mera all guided you around the open space, dancing as you all saw fit, following whichever beat called to you. You knew the boys were still around, they stopped you ever so often to make sure you nibbled at something or drank some water - okay that was mostly Sam and Cas - but you didn’t want to stop dancing. So, you would worm your way out of wherever they happened to be sat - table, mound of cushions, giant plush couch - and rejoin the dancing group, relishing in the feeling of letting go.

The world of hunting was draining. Find monster, stop it from killing more people, kill monster, repeat. Very little down time, long days and nights of research, travel, crap motel rooms, and crap food.

But tonight, oh tonight, you could be free. At least for a little while. To dance and drink and eat, watching the tree tops sway along gently when a softer song echoed out and then blur as a faster song came on, letting the nymphs and deities twirl you around.

No matter where you went though, you could always feel them.

Those honey colored eyes that chased you around also provided you with the safety you only felt in his presence.

You shook your head to clear any of those thought away. Gabriel was Gabriel.  And you were human; small, temporary, boring. But now wasn’t the time to think about that! Now was the time to shake, roll, shimmy, sway, twirl and leap away all the burdens you had been carrying around since you were 19 years old.

Holly cupped your face in her hands, almost sensing your overthinking, rubbing her nose against your own before releasing you with a loud drunken giggle and flitting off towards a tall blonde man who was wearing a blue sparkly speedo.

It was nearly an hour later before your legs were screaming for a break that you stumbled over to where Gabriel was lounging in the middle of an array of dark red plush cushions, Cas sat beside him at a little table lining up shots to outdo Balthazar.

“She returns!” Balthazar calls out merrily before you ease yourself down onto a pillow between the three angels. Your grin is wide before you look over your shoulder to Gabriel.

“What do you have?” Gabriel moves the cup from your reach.

“No, no, no, no, no, little cumquat. This isn’t for you. You’re proving to be a lightweight.” Gabriel tuts at you before taking a sip and moving it once again from your reach.

“You said I could have a good time. That should mean you share. And I’m not a lightweight, I am pacing myself!” Balthazar snickers behind you as he finishes his line of shots.

“Y/N does not have the alcohol tolerance that Dean does. Do not give her -”  But you had launched yourself at Gabriel, straddling his chest in order to reach the cup he held aloft.

“Sugar.” Gabriel growled, the feeling reverberating through your thighs and core as the sweet liquid passed over your lips. The world shifted inhumanly fast, you blinked and suddenly you were sitting where Gabriel had just been with him kneeling beside you, his fingertips digging slightly into your left thigh. His touch lightened, just resting there against your skin. His free hand snapped fingers before your eyes, yanking you from the nice floaty place you were descending into.

“Huh?”

“I said, that was made to waste gods. Your pretty little mortal self isn’t made for it, cupcake.”

“Humm. But I feel reaaaally nice now.”  You move to rise, but your limbs aren’t quite cooperating now. Balthazar snorts into his drink, trying to hide his laughter as Cas leans over to place two fingers against your forehead to heal you. The foggy, floating feeling disappears and you’re both relieved and upset. Dean is suddenly in your bubble, his handsome face so close to your own.

“Are you alright? Is she alright?” His hand is on the back of your neck, tilting it back so he can look in your eyes.

“She’s fine. She was warned not to drink from my cup, but she did it anyways.  Toasted her in a handful of milliseconds.”  Gabriel knocks Dean’s hands away, helping you up before swatting your ass playfully. “Get back out there!” You stick your tongue out but turn and run into Memphis’s arms, letting her draw you back into the ever-growing dance group.

—

By the early morning hours, the rising sun filtering through the dense trees surrounding the clearing, Gabriel’s favorite human was so beyond drunk it wasn’t funny. Well that wasn’t exactly true, he thought it was hilarious. Dean and Sam were sitting slumped slightly at the table Cas and Balthazar had occupied earlier when Y/N came bouncing up, looking good enough to eat. Her eyes were glassy and her smile was easy, with something just behind it he couldn’t place immediately. She tossed her sexy, scantily clad body down face-first onto the pile of cushions, before propping herself up on her elbows, looking up at the Winchesters.

“Tired?” She sighed the question, before rolling onto her back and letting her eyes flutter closed, one hand flung up by her head, fingertips brushing against his knee.

“Yes, I need my four hours.” Dean muttered, rubbing a hand over his face. Sam nodded his agreement, before smiling down at your relaxed form.

“Mmmhmm. I’m sure that Cas or Balthazar would drop you back at the bunker.”

“We aren’t leaving you.”

“Loki and Balthazar, maybe Cas if Holly has her way, will be here to watch after me.”

“Breakfast!” Mera calls, appearing beside you to drag you up from the cushy resting place and over to a massive dark wood table laden with every sort of breakfast food anyone could imagine. Gabriel looked from where Mera dragged you to Dean and Sam, Cas appearing beside him.

“Your mother has found a pair of poltergeists a few towns over. She asked if you would help.” Dean reluctantly nods, rising in tandem with his brother. “Ga-Loki and Balthazar are more than capable of watching over Y/N.” Dean pulls a face before pointing at Gabe.

“If anything happens to her -”

“She’s my favorite human. I’m not going to let anything happen to her, you asshat.” He sassed, rolling his eyes as Cas clapped a hand onto each brother’s shoulder and disappeared.

“Thank whoever that they’re gone. They were really killing the mood.”

“That seems to be a Winchester superpower.” He watches as you sit cross-legged on the pillow, popping a grape into your mouth as one of the Sumerian demi-goddesses add a few small braids to your hair, entwining more purple myrtle flowers into the strands.

“I’m more than a little surprised you didn’t smite Sam or Dean with all those projected thoughts.”

If they would have made a move, I would have. Balthazar nods at his brother’s words.

You should just tell her.

Tell her what?

Really, Gabriel? That you want to screw her over any available surface. Give her more expensive gifts. Whisper sweet nothings in her ear. Preferably while thrusting into her as hard as her little human body can handle. Gabriel didn’t answer, but shot his little brother a scathing look before Y/N joined them.

“Nap?” She asked with a sleepy smile, her eyes clearer but tired.

“Come to my parlor.” Balthazar quoted, gesturing at the small dark green tent a few dozen feet away. Y/N padded after Balthazar, Gabriel’s hand a whispered touch at her back. She stretched tall and let out a heavy sigh, seeing the plush mattress on the floor with silky gray sheets, missing the deep breath that Gabriel sucked in.

“Go ahead, sweet pea.” Gabriel watched as she dragged herself to the left side of the bed, pulling the covers back before slipping under. A little contented moan left her lips before she closed her eyes and smiled wide at the two of them.

“You know,” She yawned and shuffled down more in the bed, “They all think I’m your girlfriend. Or wife. Some things get lost in translation. One of the sprites told me these,” She waves her left arm, the gold bracelet he’d given her nearly seven months ago sliding up and down her wrist as she yawns again. “Are like a declaration. Is that -” Another yawn. “Is that why you said I should wear them often? So you could keep track and no one would hurt me?” She hasn’t opened her eyes this entire time, sleep tugging harder at her subconscious.

“Yeah, sweetness, it’s to keep you as safe as possible.”

“Mmmm. So pretty.” Neither angel knows what she’s saying is so pretty, but it’s the last words she gets out before sleep consumes her.

—

By the time Sam, Dean, Mary and Cas finish with the poltergiests - Jesus, that took forever - and return to the Bunker, Dean is sleepy, bruised and on-edge. Y/N had texted nearly seven hours before, saying she’d woken up and she hoped the hunt was going well and a “No need to worry, Mom. I’m having fun at camp.” All three hunters showered and ate, Mary heading off to bed while Sam sat with his laptop in front of him while Dean nursed his second beer and waited like the overprotective dad of a teenager. Cas joined them a few hours later, informing the brothers that they should be prepared to wait. Gabriel and Balthazar were in no hurry now that Y/N was enjoying herself.

Sunday passed with a few texts from Y/N, none of which mentioned what time she’d be coming home, which just frustrated Dean further, sending the elder Winchester brother to the gun range a couple times that day.

Monday, three am.

That’s when Balthazar and Gabriel appeared, each with an arm around Y/N.

”You look like you got attacked by some PCP crazed strippers.” Dean snorted, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips minutely. Y/N pulled her arm from around Balthazar’s shoulder, a big, bright, drunken smile plastered on her face.

“Dean! Dean! Sam! Cassiiiiie! Happy Autumn!” She leaned more into Gabriel as she wobbles slightly. “I celebrated the equinox! Hard. Like, real hard. We switched from the pretty flowers to leaves!” She gestured to her hair, the red and orange leaves mixed into the yellow-green ivy tangled in her hair. “You missed - Gabriel, he got me some apple mead - it was delirious.”

“Delicious.” Sam corrected, chuckling at the carefree air around her.

“That’s what I said, Sam. And then they body painted me in red and gold, but Holly said I needed more colors. So then we were,” She starts giggling uncontrollably. “We were - uhh, we were throwing the paint powder stuff at each other like it was Holi!”

“Like what was holy?” Dean asks, looking at the grinning angels for help.

“Not holy!” She waved her free hand at Balthazar first then Gabriel. “Holi, with an I. The Hindu spring festival of colors and love?” She looked at Gabriel, her little eye roll at Dean forgotten, pulling her arm away from him, reaching for something just behind his shoulder. “They’re so pretty. Always want to tell you. Almost match my bracelet and gold body dust - uh powder. Paint. Stuff.” Gabriel had time to tilt his head before her fingers slipped into his feathers, before she mumbled “So pretty” once more before slumping forward into his arms, her hand sliding down the rest of his plumage.

“Holy shit.” Balthazar breaths out, looking at the passed out girl wrapped tightly in Gabriel’s arms. “Your fake wife is your mate.” Gabriel just grins, adjusting Y/N so he held her bridal style, before heading for her bedroom at a leisurely pace, whistling lightly.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Dean hollers after the archangel before exchanging a look with Sam.

“That’s a pretty short list, Dean.”

“Shut up.”

—

Gabriel settled you into bed, snapping to clean you up and change you into pajamas before tucking the blankets in.

“Don’t go.” Y/N whispered, freeing her arm from the covers to grasp his forearm.

“Oh ho. You aren’t getting rid of me now, sweet cheeks.” He shrugged off his jacket, toed off his shoes and slipped into bed. She slid closer, moving her head to rest on his chest while his arm wrapped around her tightly. Gabriel sighed contentedly before dropping a kiss to the top of her head.

“Good. I am, after all, your fake wife and mate.”

“We’ll talk about it when your sober.” Gabriel chuckles.

“Gabe?”

“Yeah?”

“When’s the next equinox?”

The four men in the Bunker could hear Gabriel’s laughter echoing down the hallway.

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Kagami Taiga Headcanons No One Asked For

Because I love Tai-chan and because I missed yesterday’s “what porn mags would the boys in knb have” conversation in the rp-group and because as Kaga’s mun I feel obliged to tell the whole world about his darkest secrets. While I’m at it, I’m gonna make three catergories for my boy: Normal Drunk and Porn and stuff So yeah beware of nsfw and enjoy them Normal:

I think that Kagami is an actual oblivious bean (even to his own feelings for someone at times)

But even tho Kagami is oblivious to his own emotions and feelings, I think he would actually be good at reading the mood of others and their feelings through all his years of watching his opponent in basketball games to get a feeling for what they’re up to next

To be honest, as mentioned above that Kaga is an oblivious bean, I think that Kagami could also be a little confused about his own sexuality because of that

He probably would never actually pay attention to how he feels towards others because this boy has only basket and burgers on his mind 24/7

I also think that his obliviousness is a kind of protection mechanism that Kagami isn’t really aware of lol

The only thing I’m kinda sure about is that, Kagami is probably kind of demi

Beside all that, Kagami is rather possesive and can get jealous when he dosen’t get much attention from his lover (Trust me, I’m a Leo sign myself)

When he falls in love than deep and pretty hard and will do EVERYTHING for his partner because damn, that boy is so in love

Drunk:

I can see drunk!Kaga being the complete opposite of the sober one like a complete 180° change here

Means that drunk!Kaga would actually LOVE dogs (especially Nigou and Kagami #2)

He would also be pretty horny and a pervert (maybe Aomine level pervert maybe not)

Like, different drinks and the amount of them would have different effects on Kagami

The kind and the amount of drinks would be also deciding the way Kagami thinks and acts (again, less or more pervert, worse or better person, his fate lays in the drinks he drunk)

Also I think that drunk Kaga-chin would actually be pretty aware of what he feels for someone and would probably make attempts to get it on with them because hey, “When I’m sober again, I won’t remember how much I love you, please give me something to remember” (here a prompt idea for free lol)

Porn and stuff:

Oh boy get ready for this

As mentioned above a million times, I think Kaga is oblivious to everything and anything that has to do with it until someone yells at him about that

Ohh Kaga is so vanilla, I bet even Tetsu is kinkier than him

Like really, Kaga gets red about it once someone mentions the word “sex” (What an innocent tsuntsun)

I think that the first time Kaga got into contact with porn magazines was influence by someone else whether middle school where someone could have been like “Yo Kagami, wanna read some mags I found??”, or, and I think that’s the funnier option, dear Himuro Tatsuya had something to do with it (I think here more unintentionally, like Kagami just found porn once accidentally when he visited Tatsu and and oof it just laid there and “oH GOD TAIGA HOW- WHY- GET AWAY FROM IT AND PLS JUST IGNORE IT”

I think that we all know that Kaga-chin wouldn’t have been able to look into the eyes (or just the eye) of his older brother for quite a time

but ey now he can! (Mostly because he’s not as innocent as back then but ehh)

When he bought for the first time in his life a porn magazine he was red as fuck and boy what a mess it was

Kaga still gets embarressed, but oohh the awkwardness the first time

Kagami just bought the first one with some girls he found because he thought “That’s the standart”

Oh Kagami.. My poor little Tai-chan..

When Kagami walked to the cash register, he was already as red as his hair but oH BOY THE THINGS THAT HAPPENED THERE

AT FIRST HE GOT ANOTHER MAGAZINE HE DIDN’T EVEN PAID THE SLIGHTEST ATTENTION TO WHAT IT WAS TO COVER THE PORN ONE

AND SURPRISE SURPRISE! IT WAS ANOTHER PORN MAG UPPS

OH BOY KAGA TRIED TO SAVE HIM AND TURN IT SO THE BACK COVER WAS SHOWING BUT OH BOY

LITTLE DID HE KNOW THAT ON THE BACK COVER WAS ANOTHER GIRL IN JUST HER UNDERWEAR OOF

IT GOT WORSE

BOTH MAGAZINES FELL TO THE GROUND BECAUSE KAGAMI’S HANDS WERE SHAKING FROM NERVOUSNESS AND EVERYONE, AND I MEAN E V E R Y O N E COULD SEE THE MAGS AND THEIR CONTENT

I think you can tell that Kagami just wanted to bury himself after that

The cashier laughed at him a bit and heck, Kaga decided to never go into that store again

And as I said before, Kagami is a little bit much confused about his sexuality, so he pretty much experimented with everything

If Aomine would find his stash, he would claim Kagami as his porn-bro or somethig like that Or try everything that was shown in them out with him but whatever, that’s just my AoKaga heart speaking here

But as we all know through the Kuroko’s Birthday OVA Aho was unsuccessful in finding the porn mags because Kagamin is the master when it comes to hide his porn

“Don’t compare me to the likes of you” yeah right Kaga

I also think that Kagami is the kind of person that is before AND after any kind of sexual interaction or just plain masturbating embarrassed

But once Kagami Taiga is in action, he will do anything and everything to please himself and or his partner

While Kaga-chin has sex I imagine him being like drunk Kaga and make 180° change

Like really, this tiger ROARS LOUD

He is not shy and willing to do everything and say everything

DIRTY TALK

AND ALL OF THE KINKS

This boy has no regrets while he’s at it

But afterwards he has

Although at the same time, I can see Kagami having two sides while having sex: A possesive and dominant/submissive side (whether dom or sub depends on his partner and or mood) And a loving and caring side that shows here depending on his mood and his partner again

Like really he is either “WRECK ME UNTIL I CAN’T WALK” or “Is that good? Did it hurt? Are you alright?? Should I do that?? Should I do this??”

I think this boy hides some more (kinky and dark) stuff under his tsuntsunness

Alright, I think I have mentioned all my headcanons, if I forgot some or have more ideas, I’ll add them later lol. (gifs not from me lol)

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Gilmore Girls

Gilmore Girls is better than everything else that’s out now, so let’s talk about it.

The show, still deservedly a favourite among very many, has a conspicuous and especial place in the lives of many a Gilly, this author no less. Having watched the now classic (non-sequentially) following its release, when I was just a few years shy of Rory, I returned to it in 2019 to watch it the whole way through, now a few years shy of Lorelai.

The difference in perspective, and all that which still resonates to boot, is astounding.

Somehow the ending wasn’t ruined for me, nor A Year in the Life which we’ll get to later. I’m far from the first guy to write about or fall madly in love with Gilmore Girls and if you’re not listening to Kevin T. Porter’s and Demi Adejuyigbe’s Gilmore Guys then you’re really missing out. Take these as the reflections of a most ardent fan who came to the show relatively afresh, did a Luke, went all in and found something that still sets a standard in scripting, character-building and female-driven storytelling, for which we are sorely lacking and still so grateful to Amy.  

Spoilers herein for Gilmore Girls and A Year in the Life and, just so it’s out of the way; Jess, obviously. Dean quickly became a one-note boyfriend (who cheats), Logan (yes he did grow as a person) never near actively enough supported Rory in furthering her aspirations unlike others around her and Jess was the only partner who both held a candle to her intellectually and didn’t let Rory coast on her least forgiving qualities. I’m not counting Marty.

First thing’s first – story and plot. More often forgotten than not, they’re two different things. Gilmore Girls, as it was hurriedly pitch in a last ditch attempt to sell a show to the network, is about a mother and daughter who are more like best friends. Whenever it’s just the pair interacting the show was at its far and above best and never got tiring, not once, and was never as strong when Yale split them up or the revival, atypically and so consequentially, chose to see Rory and Lorelai apart for whole stretches.

Exceptionally cast, as good as Alexis Bledel was its Lauren Graham who ultimately drove the show and she never gets near enough credit for her nuanced portrayal of one of the most complex characters in modern television. Just look at the wordless despair, affection and resolve that passes across her eyes in the seconds before she steels herself for the proposal and season 5 cliff-hanger. Ask yourself how many performers can achieve such a range of emotion without dialogue in so few beats; there are few.

Significantly, mother and daughter besties are actually not what the show is about. What’s really going on is the tragedy of intergenerational disharmony as the mother who rejected her wealthy upbringing for a more regular life sees her daughter in turn rebel against her for the elite world she abandoned. With story and plot elements as strong as this, there was much to work with.

The spectre of a 16 year old Lorelai with a little bundle rocking up on the porch of the Independence Inn pleading for any job hangs over the show’s entire run. There’s been a fair few critiques over the years that Gilmore Girls is elitist or insular for its focus on small-town Connecticut which for many who haven’t been there can appear like a privileged haven.

Gilmore Girls is more accurately about a young woman and mother who didn’t get the support she needed from her family and set out to make a life where she wasn’t reliant on anyone but herself. The show, thankfully absent hackneyed flashbacks to supplement a narrative which didn’t need padding out, did however proffer us one glimpse into Lorelai’s early years establishing that Richard, amidst a great disdain for what was then very scandalous, insisted Lorelai marry the useless Christopher.

Anyone who thinks Lorelai’s circumstance or Rory’s for that matter reflects a privileged position needs to check it and on the matter of Connecticut there are many families who arrived there far from being a Richard or Emily, this author’s included; it being as diverse a place as the show’s myriad of characters suggests.

Now to Rory. Many (most) viewers were disappointed in the arc she undertakes and continues well into A Year in the Life. Yes it’s frustrating when you see characters you love take paths you’d rather they didn’t (those hoping for a happier end to Jaime’s story can relate) but her simply being on this trajectory as disappointing as it is isn’t a fair criticism of the show in and of itself and is one it has been unreasonably burdened with. For those who hate to see elitist Rory, it bears acknowledging the subtle parallel the series draws with Lorelai’s own (if more widely relatable) snobbery; think just how many times she judged or forewarned of someone simply for their being rich.

Those who were sad to not see Rory (or Lorelai) grow in key respects at least until the very end of season 7 point to this as a flaw in the series. This mistakes however the important distinction, one drawn as rarely as between story and plot, as regards character building and character growth. For the volumes we come to learn about Rory and Lorelai they conversely (and uncommonly for a character-driven series and moreover one of this length) don’t grow very much. We may not like it but hey, it’s a fact of life and often people don’t change, sometimes even after 10 years. It’s an unusual, dramatically refreshing theme befitting a drama and yes, Gilmore Girls is a drama. Like The West Wing given the volume of dialogue and hilarity it remains funnier than most comedies yet is still at the core a coming of age drama.

It is a nominally rare thing to see sustained character growth in this most distinct of series, later rendering Emily’s arc in the four most recent instalments all the more resonant. When Lorelai cautions Lane in season seven (the only era of the show when overwrought story beats infamously overtook character-driven drama) that she had best prepare for a circumstance where Lane’s children embrace the religiosity Lane rejected, it could fairly be highlighted as an unnecessary meta intrusion or an annoying ‘state the moral’ moment. It is however one of the only occasions emblematic of explicit character growth, coinciding as it happens with Rory having to contend with her most consequential instance of professional rejection. For being distinctive it resonated all the stronger in a series that would rather grow its characters and their world than the characters themselves; in modern terms a relatively novel and here welcomely idiosyncratic approach to storytelling emphasising bittersweet and very relatable aspects of our lives and interpersonal relationships.

The realm of Star’s Hollow being invested with a great deal more personality than most fictional settings, Lorelai and Rory’s narratives notably ground to a halt in Summer to see a musical tableaux of the town. If admittedly outstaying the welcome, it was a nice opportunity to say a farewell to the only significant character herein which didn’t get any dialogue. An affectionate ode throughout to small town life, it was well to remind us that every stop on the highway has a Taylor and Kirk, though rarely ones so lively and repeatedly entertaining; even if Kirk towards the end did go over the top.

Who never went over the top was Melissa McCarthy; it being a special pleasure to see her in pre-mega fame mode sharing her best moments alongside Yanic Truesdale, as well as a few hints at the more exaggerated roles she would later take on in some of Sookie’s most strident moments. The pop culture references were too a joy for any junkie; with the show (take note modern cinema) graciously never skipping whole beats to let one-liners or hark backs sink in, instead trusting that we’d get it or appreciate the resonance nonetheless.

This was conversely one of the flaws of A Year in the Life; but for allusions to Game of Thrones and a couple of other tidbits there wasn’t much acknowledgement in the scripting choices that this world had aged at all. There still being the ‘no cell phones’ sign in Luke’s after all these years, as fond a recall as it is, was just too much a stretch; on par with the infamous Game of Thrones-esque (yes Gilmore Girls did it first) roll credits moment when Rory delivers her manuscript.

For all its flaws and clustered cameos the addendums did however bring back Jason Stiles for a dignified farewell. A character very short-changed by his series’ conclusion (and lack thereof), when written out there was never a sense of closure like that proffered his contemporaries which fans indeed got ten years later.

And this brings us to the much touted ‘last four words.’ “Mum,” “Yes,” “I’m pregnant.”

It’s both a lacklustre and exceptional end in respects. Sure it would have had more of the intended resonance those ten years ago when Rory, mirroring Lorelai’s earlier experience, found herself at a stage of her life still yet to realise many of her goals that a newborn child would then and here implicitly affect. It still bears its impact but like much of A Year in the Life’s recurrent storytelling and character motifs it doesn’t resonate as desired and as it would have that era ago within a world and set of people who have now inevitably aged.

The theme and consequences of unplanned pregnancies has also already been widely explored in the series between the experiences of Lorelai, Christopher, Lane and, most unnecessarily, Luke. It’s far from improbable that any one or all of these figures, including Rory, would experience an unplanned pregnancy, yet when it came to introducing April the familiar story beats had already been well played out, as distinct from the more intimate and procedural arc with which Lane’s pregnancy is treated.

Rory’s announcement does however reflect the core theme of the series in children and parents, despite intentions and efforts made, replicating their forebear’s cycles. Despite it being foreshadowed that Logan is the father, he being evidently modelled on Christopher, here the show does not go for a bittersweet note but a heartfelt, cautionary one. As the series repeatedly reminds us, it’s far from unfortunate that children have similar experiences to their parents, or indeed that families continue to procreate. It’s just that, as when Rory dropped out of Yale, whatever happens in children’s lives may or very likely will still happen in spite of anything and everything a parent may want or try, and we’re all just along for the ride.

A Year in the Life’s highs and lows notwithstanding, it was well worth the hours to spend that much more time with our girls and loved ones (the most hilarious Paris’ return was probably the highlight) as it was over so many months and years. If you’re craving the qualities and depth that so much modern storytelling is so lacking, look no further.

Gilmore Girls is now streaming on Netflix

[confringo-]

Life's too fucking short to be sad about a boy.

Or like Boys in general. 

I’ve never really had happy crushes growing up. All my crushes were straight and/or unattainable so it’s always been a sore spot for my self-esteem. As I grew older, I became a lot more bitter about it, which is fun to be honest. I’m funnier when I’m bitter and I know that sounds awful because it is! 

Especially when the guys I do like are not straight/sexually ambiguous, I get into this mindset of “well, if they’re gay and they don’t like me then that means I’m unattractive,”  and that made me sad. On the bright side, I’m too lazy to ever try and change myself to fit what is attractive to another person so I’m glad I can never tick off the whole “I lost myself so another could find me attractive” box in the Young Adult Developmental Angst list. 

Like, I do want to lose weight but not because of a specific guy, but because I want to feel comfortable in the clothes I wear and how I move and just it’s so fucking weird when I jiggle during bumpy car rides like I don’t feel cute. Yes, I also do it in hopes of gaining the attention of non-heterosexual men, but I do it for health reasons, both physical and mental. I hate how society as molded my mind to WANT a certain body type but I am NOT going to buy bigger clothes. I have too many clothes. I will FIT IN THEM GODDAMN IT. Also, my hypertension is flaring up and this simply cannot continue. 

I digress. 

The point is, I’ve got this crush at work and we’re friends. I’ve fallen into a cliche of having feelings for a guy who sees me as just a friend. It has happened to some extent but this one has real feelings attached to it. 

It’s gross. And fun. And distressing. And beautiful. 

Thankfully (or not depending on the day), we don’t hang out that often. That’s fine. That means I’m not doing the heart-eyes emoji for more than the allotted work hours. 

In the beginning, I despaired and complained and bemoaned this crush. I would think about how little chance I had with him and just be upset for hours. I’ve talked to a bunch of friends about this and they’ve all been really supportive about how I need to be independent and all that fun stuff (god I love my girl friends). Still, whenever I saw him, whenever I listened to Hitchhiker by Demi Lovato, I stabbed myself right in the feels. 

It wasn’t unhealthy. It didn’t get to the point of unhealthiness, I don’t think. Like I’m not obsessing over him, I’m not thinking about him all the time, I’m not SUPER heartbroken about it. It just sucks. End of story. Someone write a YA novel. 

And I do have a career. I have a degree to finish. I have my own YA shit to write. 

I’ve decided to be unapologetically crushing on this guy at work. I’ve decided to accept the fact that we will never be together and it’s not the end of the world. I’m attracted to him. I want very much to kiss his face. But will I continue to be sad about it? No. Nope. No longer. Now that I know that it’s not going to happen, it doesn’t matter anymore. I can flirt with him if I want to. I can look at him with hearts in my eyes and not crying about how he’s not mirroring it. I’m going to be jealous about the boys he’s talking to and going out with but you know what? That’s a natural human emotion. I should let myself feel human emotion or else it’ll fester into something awful. 

I mean, yes, it sucks. So bad. But I want to focus on the butterflies. I’m so tired of focusing on the butterflies that have flown too far away to touch that I’ve forgotten about the butterflies that stayed. 

I’ve got enough negativity in my life. A boy will not be another source of that. Not anymore. There are many boys. Time is nonrefundable. I get so depressed over many other things that I’ve got no time for boy depression. Went through that all through high school and college. I’m a grown-ass man. I need to start leveling up.