#ch: chandler

[hanasnx]

dragging your louboutins up peter’s leg under the dinner table at a five star restaurant that you’re paying for, but peter will be making up for it later. he’s gonna be kissing your neck and sucking on your diamond studded earlobe

he’s tensing in place, clutching onto the white tablecloth, getting all flushed. “your foot is so far up my pant leg you can count the change in my pocket.” he says in typical peter fashion. he’s uncomfortable bcos it’s so public and it seems like there’s a hundred people just waiting on the two of you someone’s gonna see you teasing him under the table like this

and yea :) he licks the perfume off your neck and he sucks on your earlobe and he bites onto your shoulder and makes it allll about you when you get him back to your place <33

[silkchvffon]

closed for @invcntions as per usual atp

« LINCOLN, PLEASE, » marci begs as she pounds on his door, her heart racing so hard in her chest that it's the only thing she can hear. « i know you're angry, you have every right to be, but this is urgent. » she recalls kyle's words and feels the noose around her throat tighten with the memory. she shouldn't have said half the things she did, and now she has to live with the consequences — which isn't what scares her. the truly terrifying part is she can't ensure her boys' safety. « it might ... i don't ... koa and elias might be in danger. »

[natalchartnurtures]

The Astrology Behind Mathew Perry's Iconic Portrayal of Chandler Bing

Today, I want to pay tribute to the man who played one of my favorite characters on TV. RIP Matthew Perry. Sniffles I'm definitely NOT crying right now.

I always had a little crush on Chandler, and he always made me laugh the hardest on the show. Sighs while staring into the distance.

So.. onto the analysis-

Matthew had a Leo Sun and Ascendant, which gave him that natural Leo charm, confidence, and sense of humor. Leos thrive in the spotlight, and this energy undoubtedly helped Perry embody Chandler's witty and attention-grabbing personality. It's like Chandler's quick wit found a perfect match in Mathew's lively nature.

Next up, his Scorpio Moon. Scorpio Moons are known for their intensity and passion. This emotional depth allowed Perry to tap into Chandler's serious and emotional side, especially during those heartfelt moments with his friends. Plus, his Scorpio Moon was responsible for Chandler's dark humor, adding a mysterious and edgy quality to his jokes. Just like Chandler, Scorpio Moons are fiercely loyal, mirroring Chandler's deep bonds with his friends.

Now, let's talk about Mathew's Mars in Sagittarius. Mars represents our drive and assertiveness. Sagittarius brings in an adventurous and optimistic spirit. With Mars in this sign, Perry infused Chandler with bold sarcasm and witty comebacks. It's like Chandler's adventurous side got a boost from Mars in Sagittarius, making his humor even more dynamic.

Mathew had his Venus in Cancer which brought in a nurturing and sensitive quality to Chandler's vibe . Despite Chandler's sarcastic exterior, his caring and loyal side, especially in his relationship with Monica, came through. Venus in Cancer influenced this aspect of his character, making him incredibly endearing to the audience. That soft, empathetic touch made Chandler all the more lovable.

Lastly, Mathew's Mercury in Virgo sharpened Chandler's wit and clever one-liners. Virgos are detail-oriented and practical, and this placement ensured Chandler's lines were precise and perfectly timed for maximum comedic effect. Virgo's attention to detail influenced Chandler's sarcastic and analytical communication style, becoming one of his defining traits on the show. And arguably one of my favorite things about his character.

This was my take on how some of Mathew's placements influenced his portrayal of our beloved Chandler Bing (or Ms. Chanandellar Bong, if you like)

I'm gonna go watch Friends and cry while eating my popcorn now.

Could i BE any cooler? :p

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[insanelydeadlybookcollector]

902 The One Where Emma Cries

He's so pretty I'm gonna cry.

His hands and specifically his wedding ring.

But also, he's not going anywhere without his wife.

[multifandomworldsposts]

my heart is broken 😭💔

[imaginetheonewith]

The one where Chandler & Y/N end up having a fake baby

Pairing: Chandler Bing x f!reader

Warnings: reader is a little bit of a bi*ch in the beginning, but other than that no <3

Author's note: loosely based on “The One With The East German Laundry Detergent” (only in the beginning); also I know I have been a little bit inactive here, but requests are open.

"So, Saturday night, the big night, date night, Saturday night, Sat-ur-day night!"

Chandler's excited voice sounded behind you, before he jumped next to the sofa, almost tripping while doing his little dance. You, Phoebe, Ross, Joey and Monica looked at him from your place around the sofa, before exchanging a knowing look between yourselves. As always, the weekend got Chandler way too excited to not do anything and spend his entire day hanging out at the coffee house, before he gets home so he can watch "Baywatch".

"No plans, huh?", Joey asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Not a one", Bing sighed, taking a seat at the empty chair next to the bar. A sudden thought entered your mind and you bit your lip, trying to suppress your smirk.

"Not even, say, breaking up with Janice?", you asked innocently, before bringing the cup of already cold cappuccino to your lips. He gave you annoyed look and you bashed your lashes at him, trying to ignore Ross' snickering next you.

"Oh right... right...", the brunette man murmured under his breath, his finger moving up and down, as if he was mentally calculating the priority of the said task in his imaginary "to-do list". Suddenly his eyes widened, before he jumped on his chair and extended his arms towards you.

"Shut up" he almost yelled through a wide smile, before slumping back to his original position with a scowl on his face.

It was not a secret that while they have been dating for months, Chandler and Janice's relationship was questionable... to everyone. What was supposed to be a one night stand ended in a rapidly progressing relationship, in which Chandler has been trying to break things off almost every week, so far unsuccessfully (apart from that one weekend a few months ago). While all of his friends were showing sympathy at the beginning, you couldn't help but feel bad for Janice too. Sure, she was loud and annoying, and overly excited about everything, but she was also clearly in love with your best friend.

"Chandler, nobody likes breaking up with someone", Monica tried to reason, putting her coffee down on the table, "You just gotta do it."

The man rolled his eyes, before opening and closing his mouth a few times, trying to find the best words to describe his reasons for trying to avoid meeting with Janice today.

"No, I know, but it's just so hard, you know? I mean, you're sitting there with her, she has no idea what's happening, and then you finally get up the courage to do it, and there's the horrible awkward moment when you've handed her the note."

You almost spit your coffee at his last words, and you had to get a few back rubs from Joey in order to be able to get a gulp of fresh air. Crossing your arms in front of your chest, you eyed Chandler with suspicion.

"I can't believe you!", you exclaimed, lifting your hands in front of your face, "Are you not feeling at least a little bit bad for her? You've been stringing her along for months. She deserves to know the truth."

"Stringing her along?", he bit back, looking at you in disbelief, "She has been holding me hostage for months. There is a slight difference there, Y/N."

You opened your mouth to reply but the words stopped in your mouth once you felt Ross's warm hand on yours. He shook his head in a "no" motion, silently telling you that no matter what you say, you won't be able to reason with your friend.

From all of the people in the group, you knew Ross and Chandler the longest. Ross was one of your best friends during college and Chandler was... well, Chandler. He was a good and funny guy, yet your friendship never really evolved in anything past the stage of acquaintances. While you spend time together with everyone else, you never hang out alone and you if by any chance you meet on the street or in the coffee house, you have nothing more than a short casual chat about the weather or today's news.

It was not that you did not like Chandler. He was kind, good-looking, smart and with an amazing sense of humor. You even had a crush on him for a whole year after you met him, despite his weirdly styled hair. However, his commitment issues and inability to stay serious in any type of situation quickly made you realize that there is zero chance for something to happen between you and you are better off as just friends. Chandler has also never really showed any interest in you, other than jokingly flirting with you every now and then, but he did that with everyone so you never read into it too much.

Sensing the awkward silence, Joey was the first to break it by giving his typical advice.

"Why do you have to break up with her?", he raised his shoulders and looked between all of you, as if searching for your support, "Be a man, just stop calling."

You, Phoebe and Monica let out a groan in unison, rolling your eyes at him. While comments like this did stop bothering you a long time ago, you were feeling obliged to show your dissatisfaction at some of his relationship opinions.

Chandler looked at him for a few seconds, his mind deep in thought, but then shook his head, before looking at the rest of the group for help.

"Oh, I know, I know!", Phoebe jumped up and down of the sofa, while clapping her hands, "Y/N can join you."

Your eyes widened and you turned towards her, ready to protest, but were interrupted by Chandler, who looked more annoyed than shocked.

"Oh, thanks, but I think she'd feel like we're gangin' up on her."

"Plus", you added, "I wouldn't want to risk ending up in a poly relationship. I mean Janice is fine, but Chandler..."

"Hey!", he pointed at you, "I am a great lover."

"And almost 6 years of friendship, we are still waiting for a reliable source to testify to that statement", you looked towards the ceiling, while tapping your index finger on your chin, "Oh wait... there is none."

The moment you said these words, you felt the feeling of regret washing over you. The comment sounded way funnier in your head, but it came out way harsher than you intended it to be. And judging by the look on Chandler's face, he also didn't find any humor in it.

"Chandler, I..."

"No, no, you're right."

With these words, he stood up and headed towards the door, before slamming it behind him. You felt of the group's eyes on you and for the first time in your life, you wished there will be a sudden earthquake which will open the deepest crack in the floor, where you can spend your remaining days drowning in guilt and misery.

"Wow", Ross muttered, sneakily looking towards Monica, who silently mouthed "I know" at him.

"I don't know why I said that...", you buried your head in your hands and exhaled deeply, "Can this day get any worse than that? I am so sorry guys." The friends looked at each other and soon they all sat around you on the sofa, embracing your slumped body in their arms. You stayed like that for a few minutes, before you murmured you had to get home. It seems your Saturday was already doomed.

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No matter how hard you tried to take your mind off Chandler, he was the only thing you could think about. The harshness of your words kept ringing inside your head, filling you with guilt.

Why did you even said that? It seems the words escaped your lips, before you even had the chance to think them over. And the worst part was you had no idea how you can make things right. Would he ever speak to you again? Would he even give you the chance to listen to you?

Frustrated with all the questions in your head, you turned off the TV and quickly grabbed your bag and coat. You needed to get out of your apartment and get somewhere where you could have some time to think. Maybe even speak to someone... and what better place to do this than "Central Perk"?

10 minutes later and a hot cup of pumpkin latte, you quickly regretted your decision once Chandler barged through the door. In a minute of panic you quickly ducked at the front of the sofa, hoping that he has not seen you.

"Y/N?"

You cursed under your breath, before lifting your head. Chandler was sitting on the edge of the sofa, looking at you with a slight smirk on his lips.

"Chandler!", you sat on your knees, while brushing your hair on the side, "I did not see you there."

"Strange", he smiled sarcastically, cocking his head to the side, "I wonder if it has something to do with the fact that your head was buried into the carpet."

You let out an awkward chuckle, lifting yourself onto the couch. You licked your lips, trying to gather at least one reasonable excuse for the position he found you in.

"Ha-ha, you see....", you paused, letting out another chuckle, "I was actually... checking for bugs."

"Bugs?", Chandler raised his eyebrows.

"Yes!", you exclaimed, almost too excitedly, "You see I thought something bit me earlier, so I decided to investigate what it was."

The man looked at you for a minute, carefully studying your face in silence. You met his gaze, but soon felt a drop of sweat slowly sliding down your forehead. The intensity of his stare made you shift uncomfortably in your place and you let another awkward chuckle, gathering the courage to speak about what happened earlier.

"Look, Chandler..."

He lifted his palm towards you, stopping your sentence:

"Look, I am not mad. You are right, I do not have great record with women and I know that it is because of me that most of my relationships don't work."

You closed your eyes, letting out a small sign. Without much hesitation, you reached towards one of his hands, wrapping your fingers around it.

"You are an amazing, amazing man, Chandler Bing", you opened your eyelids again, only to find him already staring at you. The sudden eye contact caused a warm feeling to wash over your whole body and you bit your lips in order to stop any inappropriate thought slipping out.

"You are smart, funny, kind and an amazing friend. And while you may not have found your soulmate yet, I know she is one very, very lucky lady. Because I know I would be, if I end up with someone like you."

His fingers squeezed your hand and his body shifted towards you, without breaking eye contact. You gulped, feeling the blood rushing towards your cheeks. You have not seen Chandler like this for years, yet the feeling of his warm skin on yours and his musky perfume made your old feelings rush like a waterfall on you.

"Oh. My. God."

The sudden sound of Janice's voice made you jump apart, resulting with Chandler being on the floor.

"Chandler", Janice exclaimed, looking between both of you, "What is the meaning of this?"

He opened his mouth, but could get nothing more than a groan, so he quickly closed it again. Lifting himself, he opened his arms to his girlfriend, letting out a fake laugh.

"Janice, I am so glad you are here!", he cried, before turning towards the bar, "Can I get an espresso and two lattes over here, please?"

He pushed the dark haired woman towards the sofa, pushing her to sit next to you. You smiled awkwardly at her, putting your bag on your shoulder.

"Nice to see you, Janice! I was just going. Hope you two have a nice.... date?"

You made an attempt to get up, but felt a hand harshly pulling you back down. Looking down, Janice's red nails were firmly wrapped around your wrist, keeping you in place.

"Nuh-uh, missy. I want to know what is going on between you and Chandler."

"Me and Chandler?", you chocked, putting a hand on your chest, "There is nothing going on between us. I don't understand... We are just friends."

She finally let go of your hand, only to cross her arms in front of her chest and squint her eyes at you.

"Really?", her voice suddenly got higher and louder, making you wince, "So you just tell al your friends you would feel lucky if you ended up with them."

"Where is the coffee? Where is the coffee?", Chandler shook on his chair next to you.

You on the other hand could not form even one sentence. Like a mouse trapped in a trap, you could do nothing more than to stare back at her with wide eyes and flushed face. Were you that into Chandler, that you could not see his girlfriend right behind you?

Before you could form any words into your defense, Chandler spoke:

"We are dating. Y/N and I are dating."

Both you and Janice both turned your heads towards him at the same time.

"What?", you said in unison.

"That's right", he nodded, quickly wiping the sweat of his forehead with his shirt sleeve, "We have been dating for six months now."

Janice stared at him in shock for few minutes, before bursting into laughter.

"My little Bing-a-ling!", she grabbed a handful of his cheek, pulling him towards her, "I get it now! This is one of your silly little jokes! You almost got me there!"

He continued laughing, while Chandler's face twisted in pain. His eyes met yours and he mouthed "Help me", while trying to pull away from the woman's grip. You spend a second, considering if that is a good time to leave, but against your better judgement you decide to play along.

"Janice", you grabbed her hand away from Chandler's cheek, turning her towards you, "It is true. Me and Chandler are together."

"But how?", her eyes started to fill with tears, before she turned towards him, "Are you cheating on me?"

"What? NO!"

You quickly glared at Chandler, making him only shake his shoulders in response.

"Then how is this possible?", Janice kept looking between both of you, trying to make sense of the situation.

"She is keeping me hostage", your friend suddenly said, making you roll your eyes. You were trying to go along with his little story but he was making it really, really difficult. You started to wonder if you didn't do a mistake by staying here.

"Hostage?", Janice yelled, getting the attention of a few customers around you. You smiled awkwardly at them, before squeezing her hand once again and giving a warning look to Chandler to keep his mouth shut.

"No, I am not keeping anyone hostage", you assured her, "And we have not told you the full truth."

You took a moment of silence and looked at Chandler for help, but he had his nose buried in his third cup of espresso. Letting out a small sign, you've pulled Janice's hand till it rested on your stomach:

"The truth is... I am pregnant... with Chandler's child."

Your words made him choke on his drink and some of the liquid started dripping out of his nose. Janice looked at you with an open mouth, barely blinking.

"Pregnant?... What... How?"

"Well... You and Chandler were broken up a few months ago and I felt so lonely that I invited him for a movie... Then one thing led to another, and... Boom! I am pregnant."

Finally getting himself together, Chandler took a seat next to Janice and rubbed comforting circles on her shoulder.

"Janice, I am really, really sorry!"

Both of her looked at her shocked form, waiting for her to burst into tears, but surprisingly that never happened. You and your friend exchanged worrying looks, before you cautiously asked:

"Janice, are you okay?"

Shaking her head she gave a thin lipped smile, before turning to Chandler:

"Listen, Bing... I really like you and you are very nice guy, but I don't think it could work out between us. I mean you are going to have a baby with Y/N and I am not ready to be a step-mom. I really hope you understand and I do wish you the best."

She turned towards you:

"To both of you."

With these words she stood up and grabbed her coat, leaving you and Chandler frozen on the sofa. Only once she was out of the door, you relaxed back and let out the breath, which you didn't even know you were holding.

"A baby?", Chandler asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"A hostage?", you asked back, raising yours. Seeing your logic, he nodded his head, before letting out a quiet chuckle: "Oh, freedom does taste niiiceeee."

You let out a laugh, gently packing him on the back. But before you could congratulate him on his new status as a single man, Ross, Monica, Joey, Phoebe and Rachel ran through the door, almost jumping on top of both of you:

"You two are going to have a baby?"

Oh crap.

[thighzp]

SURPRISE SUNDAY SENTENCES! CHAPTER 1 OF AGE GAP AU IS HERE!

how far will we take it | rated E | ch 1 of 10 | Henry Fox would never sleep with a professor to get ahead. Good thing he's got his sights set on his professor's husband.

updating every Sunday!

This fic has been a long time coming! I'm still writing the last few chapters, but I figured I'd start releasing chapters weekly as I finish it (as a treat)! This has been a labor of love and I have to thank my muses Alex (@redlipstickandglitter) and Dani (@mossy-fae) for putting up with me in the groupchat throughout the whole process.

This is based on season 2 of the show Tell Me Lies, with many of the same lines used, but also many creative liberties taken. PLEASE keep an eye on the tags, as I will update them with each chapter. (Each chapter will also have its own author's note with any and all appropriate warnings).

If you HAVE seen season 2 of Tell Me Lies, I promise this fic will not have the same ending (because that really sucked).

Each chapter title is a song and starts with the lyric that sets the tone for that section. Fic title is How Far Will We Take It from Orville Peck & Noah Cyrus.

tagging for sunday sentences, but also those who have been supporting this baby for the last couple months!

@henrysfox @firstprincehornyramblings @tailsbeth-writes @onthewaytosomewhere

@judasofsuburbia @sophie1973 @made-by-han @porcelainmortal

@stratocumulusperlucidus @idealuk @eusuntgratie @kiwiana-writes

@sugarycloud1 @bitbybitwrites @catdadacd @valeblue

@basil-bird @shadegarden @mylucayathoughts @anincompletelist

@royal-chandler @caterpills @buddieunite @bitchymagazinefirstprince

@elliss-stuff @potato-jem @barghavsarathy @hot-multifandom-mess

@elliss-stuff @handahbear @fallenleavesofautumn @tinyarmedtrex

[highpope]

home with you Masterlist

Outer Banks!College AU | JJ Maybank x Original Female Character

Multi-part series in which Chandler moves into college with her best friends Sarah & Kiara. Only there's this asshole who lives above them that is out to make her life a living hell.

aka a self indulgent fic where the black cat academic dates the team captain

meet the OC ch. one ch. two

[duchessonfire]

Savior Carl!AU re-read Part 1 Chapter 1

In honor of the Savior Carl!AU celebrating its fourth birthday this week (on Thursday 9th to be precise), I'm re-reading the whole series with a running commentary for anyone who might be interested in it. If you're not interested and don't want to have your dashboard spammed, you can block the tags Duchess reads and Savior Carl AU reread.

Commentary for Part 1, Ch 1 below the cut (spoilers for part 1 ahead):

First of all, it always blows my mind that I never realized the first thing Negan says to Carl in the Savior AU is... that he finds Carl hot. I wish I was kidding but this is literally what Negan says to Shane when he offers himself and Carl as Saviors:

"Hey, no offense, big guy. That's a good looking kid you have here, must take after his mama, that's all."

Like... That man noticed Carl the second he laid eyes on him. Iconic. And as if that wasn't enough, Negan throws in another compliment about Carl's eyes:

"Same goes for you, kid, if you don't want Lucille to bash your head in, eyes first. She likes ‘em baby blues, and you're just her favorite shade."

Jesus, Negan, just go down on one knee and propose, why don't you.

Something that's also hitting me as I'm re-reading the chapter is how frayed Carl and Shane's relationship already is when the story starts:

As Carl lies on his bare mattress in the Saviors' compound, Shane sleeping soundlessly on the bed, he reminds himself that it all rests on him. Shane is a gun always ready to go off. As long as Carl can point him in the right direction, it can all be alright. It has to be.

Shane lets Carl sleep on a bare mattress on the floor like a dog at his feet, while Carl thinks of Shane as a weapon he can use for his own survival. They are both dehumanizing the other, seeing the other as a mere tool. Shane's death at the end of part 1 was inevitable and all the elements for it are foreshadowed from the beginning:

Suddenly, Carl doesn't just long for his gun, he longs for a knife. A machete. A hatchet. This is the man who killed Abraham. This is the man who killed Glenn. Suddenly, he longs for a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire.

It's especially telling that Carl already wants to wield the bat (even if here he's thinking about killing Negan with it). I think it's Chandler Riggs who mentioned in an interview that when Carl sees the Sanctuary for the first time with Negan, part of him is attracted by the power Negan has. This is very much present here. Carl already wants *to be* Negan here, to have the same power he has, to be able to inflict pain and vengeful retribution the same way Negan did in the clearing.

Okay but now that we've talked about Negan's first words to Carl, we need to talk about Carl's first words to Negan:

After spending all day being shown around the Sanctuary, after being fed and brought to a cozy room with a kitchen area and a comfy bed, Carl feels the sudden need to correct him. "He's not really my dad."

AKA, "Should you want to be my new daddy, just know that this slot if available" lmao

Okay no, but for real, this is especially interesting that Carl's first words to Negan are used to distanciate himself from Shane. This is due to what happened at the clearing. Shane was humiliated, brought low on his knees, submitted by a more powerful Alpha male. And here, this is Carl distanciating himself from Shane's defeat. In my mind, Carl is a sub craving male authority and power. He needs to be by the side of the most powerful man around, it's how he feels safe and protected in the apocalypse. He needs to be under the wing of someone stronger to protect himself and baby Lori. Until the clearing, this used to be Shane. But the second Negan entered the picture and made Shane kneel, Carl's allegiances shifted, whether or not he's aware of it. This moment is Carl sending Negan a very important subtext: "We both know Shane lost, and I need you to know I'm not like him, I'm not a loser." This Carl is a savage and I love him forever.

"Then why in the hell are you calling him that? Fuck, wait, tell me this ain't some kinky baby/daddy shit. A few of my wives call me that and I'd really like to be able to get laid without thinking about Shane's ugly mug while I'm balls deep in pussy."

Right, Negan, because that's the most logical explanation and the first one your brain should arrive at. It's for sure not related to the fact that you think the kid is hot. This being the first thing that comes to mind is no doubt purely a coincidence and not at all fueled by your already raging lust for him. God, he was probably thinking about tumbling Carl on the bed right here and then in Carl's new room.

Back on a more serious note, it blows my mind how much foreshadowing there is in chapter 1 (yes, I know I wrote it, but sometimes I realize something is foreshadowing *after* writing it):

“I’m not leaving you alone with these people,” Shane says darkly once she’s closed the door and her footsteps have receded down the hallway. “They’re trying to split us up. Weaken us. We won’t let them.”

This is almost prophetic. Shane knew exactly what Negan would try to do because it's what *he* would do. Divide and conquer. But Shane here is only thinking in physical terms: separating Carl from him physically so the Saviors have them isolated and can easily be overpowered. He didn't realize Negan would be driving a wedge between them by connecting with Carl. And by the time he did, it was too late to stop it from happening.

Conclusion; tldr: I really like this chapter. It's short, compact, non-linear, and yet everything is already here. The frayed relationship between Shane and Carl, Negan's interest in Carl, Carl's interest in Negan, Carl's utter loyalty for his little sister and no one else's. My favorite thing, though, has to be the ending with the boat. I'm really really happy that I thought of taking this element that was part of Rick and Aaron's storyline and that I managed to use it as a test of loyalty for Negan to put Carl and Shane through. Not to toot my own horn, but I'm proud of myself on this one. I love playing with canon and reusing it in a different way.

Also, I mentioned in my 2024 fic wrap Tumblr post that when I first posted this story on AO3, the engagement with it was very low and the Cegan fandom was pretty much dead. To give you an idea, I posted chapter 1 on January 9th and didn't receive a comment until January 14th. The second comment was posted almost a month later in early February (by no one other than the wonderful @reallygreatblogname222!!). It took me a month to get 2 comments on this fic and I didn't get another one until June, 6 months after posting. As discouraging as it can be to write a fic with very low engagement, always remember to find the joy in your own writing and to persevere regardless of what sort of feedback you get on it. 4 years later, Part 1 has over 900 kudos and 151 comments. None of it would have been possible if I had let myself be discouraged and stopped posting before finishing the story. It takes time to build a community but know that your people will find you eventually <3

PS: boy did I love commas back then. I'm cleaning them up as I re-read the chapter but, wow, 2021 Duchess, ease up on the punctuation.

You can find the commentary for chapter 2 here.

[slapshotsandsunshine]

Pretty Baby Running - Ch. 2

Chapter One

A/N: We are going to be diving in to the past so we can learn more and experience some of Bria and Nate's backstory! Also some blink and you miss it ~adult content~. Feedback is appreciated! Thank you! Enjoy!

THEN

Bria doesn’t know where else to go.

She doesn’t think—she just drives. Past quiet streets, past empty intersections, past the version of herself that should be processing what just happened instead of running from it.

But she’s already here.

Already standing in front of Nate’s house, breath uneven, heart pounding so hard she feels it in her throat.

Her hand hovers over the doorbell. She shouldn’t be here. It’s late—past midnight. She should be at home, letting the weight of her decision settle, letting the reality of what she just did sink in.

But it already has. And it doesn’t hurt.

Not the way it should.

She should be breaking down, should be questioning everything, should be grieving the years she spent with him. But all she feels is relief.

And the only person she wants to see right now is standing on the other side of this door.

Before she can talk herself out of it, she knocks.

But before Nate—before this—there was him.

EARLIER

Bria stood in the middle of their apartment—no, his apartment now.

Chandler watched her, arms crossed, expression hard but not angry. No, this wasn’t anger. It was resignation. After 3 years the white flag was waved.

“So that’s it?” His voice was quiet. “You’re leaving.”

She swallowed, shifting her weight. “Chandler—”

“Don’t,” he cut in, shaking his head. “Don’t stand there and act like you don’t already have one foot out the door.” He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “God, Bria. I don’t know why I thought I’d be different.”

Her stomach twisted at this words that he'd be different. “That’s not fair.”

“Isn’t it?” He let out a humorless laugh. “You don’t even fight for things, Bria. You just go.” He met her eyes then, gaze sharp. “You always go.”

She swallowed hard. He was right. “I tried—”

“No,” he said, firm. “You stayed. That’s not the same thing.”

She looked away. That was her mistake, this time she stayed somewhere.

“You don’t let yourself belong anywhere,” Chandler continued, voice quieter now. “You don’t settle, you don’t stay. And maybe that’s fine for you, but it’s not fine for me. I told you early on what I wanted; a family, a life partner, happiness. You stood there and nodded your head, played along like it was what you wanted. You wasted my time - 3 years of time"

Bria’s throat tightened.

“Tell me something,” Chandler said, watching her closely. “When it got bad—when we started feeling off—who did you think about?”

Her stomach dropped.

Chandler's expression told her he already knew the answer.

“It was never me, was it?” His voice wasn’t bitter. Just tired.

Bria didn’t answer. Because she didn’t have to.

Chandler sighed, shaking his head. “Go, Bria.” He stepped back, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I think we both already know where you’re going.”

THEN

The lock clicks. The door creaks open, and—

Nate.

Barefoot, sweatpants slung low on his hips, his V-Cut lines clear, a hoodie hanging loose over his broad shoulders. His hair is messy like he just rolled out of bed, and his voice is thick with sleep when he blinks at her and says, “B?”

His face shifts almost immediately from confusion to concern.

She knows what he sees—the red-rimmed eyes, the left over mascara she was unable to clean away properly, the exhaustion weighing her down, the way she’s holding herself like she’s afraid she might break.

But she’s not breaking.

She just—

“I didn’t know where else to go.” The words fall from her lips before she even realizes she’s saying them.

And Nate—because he’s Nate—doesn’t ask questions. He doesn’t hesitate.

“Come inside.”

She does.

The warmth of his house wraps around her the second she steps in, but it’s him—his presence, his steadiness—that really settles something deep inside her.

He watches her for a second, then shrugs off his hoodie and drapes it over her shoulders without a word. It’s big on her, hanging past her thighs, smelling like fresh laundry and him.

That’s when it hits her.

The weight of everything, what the past few hours truly meant.

Her throat tightens. Her eyes burn. She swallows hard, willing herself not to fall apart.

But then Nate is standing in front of her, looking at her like she’s something precious, voice low and careful when he says, “Bria, what happened?”

Her fingers dig into the fabric of his hoodie, like that might keep her steady. “I—I broke up with Chandler.”

Nate stills. His jaw ticks, just slightly. Just his name could find its way under his skin.

And then, softer, “Are you okay?”

She exhales a shaky breath. “I don’t know.”

He doesn’t push. Just studies her, searching, like he’s trying to figure out what she isn’t saying.

She looks down, voice barely above a whisper. “It wasn’t working. Hasn’t been for a long time.” Her fingers twist into the hem of his hoodie. “I kept waiting for it to feel like something. For it to hurt. For some part of me to fight for it.” Her throat bobs. “But it never did.”

Nate is quiet for a long moment. Then, gently, “Did he make you happy?”

Bria lets out a humorless laugh. “He wanted to. He tried to. He should have. I tried to convince myself he did.” She looks up, meeting Nate’s gaze. “But if I really was happy, I wouldn’t be standing here, would I?”

Something flickers in his expression. Not surprise. Not really. Like he already knew. Like some part of him had always known.

She shakes her head, voice quieter now. “I don’t know who I am without him.” Her voice wavers. “I don’t know why I don’t feel anything.”

Nate steps closer, his hands finding her waist, thumbs brushing slow, absentminded circles through the fabric of his hoodie. His touch is grounding—steadying her in a way she didn’t think was possible.

“You feel this.” His voice is softer now, steadier. His blue eyes staring at her “You came here”

Bria’s breath stutters. Because he’s right.

She doesn’t know what she expected when she got in the car tonight, but she knows she never considered going anywhere else but to this house.

It was always going to be Nate.

His fingers brush against her jaw, tilting her chin up so she has no choice but to look at him. There’s something almost tender in the way he touches her, like he’s trying to read the unsaid things in her eyes, the things she can’t quite express.

“Tell me something,” he murmurs, voice low, “Why do you always run?”

Bria's chest tightens. She doesn’t want to answer. Doesn’t want to admit it to herself, let alone to him.

But Nate presses. His blue eyes never leave hers, and she knows he’s not just asking out of curiosity. He’s asking because he wants to understand. Maybe part of him believes that if he figures it out, he can fix her. He can make her stay.

He steps even closer, his hand now resting lightly on her cheek, thumb brushing the skin there like it’s the most precious thing he’s ever touched.

“You've left me before. You've left him now. What are you looking for?”

Her breath catches in her throat.

Bria wants to say she’s not sure. Wants to claim that she’s still figuring it out. But she can’t. She can’t lie to him. Not when he’s standing there, so close, so steady.

“I don’t know,” she whispers, her voice raw.

Nate’s lips press into a thin line, his brow furrowing slightly. He’s quiet for a long moment, but she feels the weight of his understanding settle between them. He doesn’t accuse her. Doesn’t lash out.

Instead, he sighs—deep, long, like a release of something he’s been holding onto for too long, letting his head fall back and eyes close. He gets it now.

He knows that no matter what he says, no matter how much he wants to convince her to stay, she won’t.

She never has.

Nate's grip on her waist tightens—not to hold her back, just to feel her. To make this real, even if it’s only for tonight.

His voice is quieter when he finally speaks. “Are you staying?”

Bria knows he doesn’t mean forever. He does, but he won't say the quiet part out loud.

Her throat tightens. “Just tonight.”

Nate nods, just once. Accepting it. Accepting her, the way she is, the way she’s always been. They have been down this road many times before

“Okay,” he says, voice steady. “Then come here.”

Bria exhales shakily, stepping forward. There’s no hesitation in her movements as she presses herself into him, and he wraps his arms around her immediately, no second-guessing, no holding back. One hand cradles the back of her head, the other splayed against her back, warm and sure.

Bria closes her eyes, letting herself sink into him. His chest is solid beneath her cheek, and the rhythmic beat of his heart is something she can anchor herself to, something that feels like home, even for just a moment.

She lets herself pretend. Pretend that this is enough.

His lips press against her temple, soft and lingering, and she feels it in the way his breath catches slightly when their skin touches, in the way his fingers tighten around her just a little.

“I got you, my pretty girl” he murmurs as he leans down to capture her lips in a kiss. Passion surging between them.

She almost wants to believe him. Almost wants to pretend that maybe, just maybe, this could be enough to make her stay. But she knows it’s only for tonight.

And maybe that’s all she needs right now.

Bria presses closer into him as Nate slowly and methodically undresses her. Repeating, almost changing about how beautiful her body is, how eager he was the be inside of her, to taste her on his tongue. Nate was going to take care of her and they both knew that was why she kept coming back when her life turned into shambles.

The warmth of his embrace wrapping around her, grounding her, making her feel like she belongs here for the first time in a long while as he pushes in until he bottoms out. Mumbling words of love and adoration in between groans of how tight she is - his Bria - is spilling out of his mouth.

Nate holds her tighter, his chest rising and falling with each breath they take together as they lay between the sheets together, coming down from their shared climax. His hands finding her waist, holding her like he’s memorizing her, like he’s trying to press this moment into his skin so it stays there long after she’s gone, staying impossibly still so he wouldn't have to pull out of her. And though there’s a part of him that wishes he could convince her to stay, that part is quiet now. Because tonight, for just a few hours, she’s his. And he’s okay with that.

Because having a little bit of her will always be better than not having her at all.

Because when Bria leaves in the morning, when Bria walks away from him again, he knows he’ll wait. He’ll wait for however long it takes, even if it means having little of her, just to have this.

For now, it’s enough.

[wowbright]

Fic: Out of Eden, Ch. 68, Come Inside

Chapter 68 of Out of Eden, aka the big Mormon!Klaine fic, is up on AO3!

Fic Summary: As a gay Mormon, Kurt Hummel has decided to go the rest of his life without falling in love. But toward the end of his two years as a missionary in Germany, Elder Blaine Anderson moves into his apartment—and Kurt’s best-laid plans fall apart.

Chapter Summary: The missionaries have a double date with Chandler and his boyfriend. Blaine says a little too much.

They were a cute couple. And gay. Blaine had to keep reminding himself of that—they were, all of them, gay. They were on a double date. He had to remind himself of that not because he might actually ever forget it, but because everything felt so normal, so comfortable—more comfortable than all the double dates he’d gone on in high school. This evening was supposed to feel new and strange and different. But it felt like returning home.

Read it on AO3: Chapter 68—Come Inside

Notes: Unfortunately, recent events have led me to set my account to be viewable only by individuals who have logged in to AO3. If you do not have an account, please message me with your email address and I will send you an invitation. If you do not want to share your email address with me, you can get an invite directly from AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/invite_requests.

This chapter uses "fingertips" from the @come-what-may-challenge.

Thanks to @gleefulpoppet for the art and beta!

[maybeitsalive]

The Philip Marlowe novels: A Whump recap

Dear Tumblr, if you’re on this site, there’s like a 70% chance you’re into beaten and bloody men: boy, has Chandler got you covered.

Bad things happen to Philip Marlowe. Lots of things. Let us count them.

(spoilers obviously, I tried to keep it vague)

The Big Sleep

Ch13: On the wrong side of a gun, lightly slapped.

Ch14: On the wrong side of a gun.

Ch24: ...Ew, that one’s not fun. Let’s just say TW stalking/sexual harassment. Nothing happens, but ew. He gets so shaken by it he destroys his bed. However, it’s treated as creepily as it should be, not as a funny joke ahah.

End of ch 27 + 28: gets assaulted by two guys, knocked down (blow on the head), wakes up tied up.

Ch31: On the wrong side of a gun

Farewell my lovely

Oh boy.

Ch1 (yep, no time is lost): Gets painfully grabbed for no known reason by a huge guy who forces him to a pub. Someone is going to die.

End of ch9: Gets knocked down (blow on the head). The narration gets surreal for a little while while he wakes up. Someone is dead.

Ch10: On the wrong side of a gun.

Ch22: Gets trapped in a dark room, beaten, strangled, until unconscious. Has nightmares about it well after. Thinks to use his gun not to kill his aggressors, but to warn people – however, it’d be useless there.

Ch23: Gets arrested on false charges.

Ch24: Gets knocked down (blow on the head) again.

Ch25: Wakes up half-insane and sick as hell in an “institution”. The narration gets incredibly surreal and it’s one of the most beautiful passages of all the books, damn can this guy write. When he calls for help, a warden comes to threat him. Is in pajamas and his stuff is locked in a closet. His bed has straps, the only drink or food is a doped whiskey. Can barely stand, walk, or think. Still does all three.

Ch27: Confronts the doctor to find out what the hell happened. Turns out he stayed there for two days, was drugged and strapped to the bed with no food. Nearly faints. Gets threaten with a possible arrest.

Ch29: The morning after all that. Gets up feeling sore, hurts his toe while getting up, and a not-too-friendly cop is ringing at his door.

Ch38: Confronts a powerful gangster after infiltrating his place. Marlowe being Marlowe, he’s too busy gushing about how pretty the guy is to feel anything else.

Ch39: Finally gets the Killers™ into his place. At this point, he’s so out of fucks to give that he welcomes them in pajamas and fights with pillows.

The High Window

Ah, the “soft” one. (Compared to the others, anyway.) Not a lot. Gets threaten here and there, nothing too serious.

The Lady in the Lake

Ch4: Gets harassed by a cop because he looked at a man for too long. (No, this time it isn’t gay.)

Ch21: Gets slapped by a cop several times

Ch25: Gets stalked, arrested on false charges, threaten, force-fed whiskey, and beaten – as a result, has trouble walking for the next chapters.

Ch26: Gets in prison

Ch31: On the wrong side of a gun. Knocked down (blow on the head). Someone has died.

Ch32: Wakes up. Realizes that someone has called the cops on him. Forced to escape by a very high window.

The little sister

Ch9: On the wrong side of a gun, courtesy of a mysterious lady. Marlowe being Marlowe, he gets a crush.

Ch14: On the wrong side of a gun.

Ch21: Gets drugged.

Ch22: As a result, the narration gets surreal. Someone has died.

Ch26: On the wrong side of a gun.

Ch28: On the wrong side of a gun.

Ch29: Gets cuffed (for a short while) and arrested.

Ch30: Sleepless night in prison.

The Long Goodbye

Ch6: Gets interrogated in his home, punched, cuffed.

Ch7: Gets threaten, punched, cuffed, spit at, interrogated by a sadistic cop, avoids a cup of burning coffee thrown at him.

Ch8-9: In prison for days. The police tries to get a confession out of him. It doesn’t work.

Ch11: Gets threaten by some crook.

Ch16: Nearly gets beaten, but it doesn’t really work.

Ch47-48: Gets ambushed, beaten, and nearly executed in his home

Ch53: ...pretty sure you could count it as emotional whump. Most of the book, in fact.

Playback

Maybe things happen in Playback! No idea. I stopped before they did.

*

If you keep count:

Four blows on the head (+one bonus knock down in Farewell my Lovely)

Three stays in prison (at least a dozen of these are due to cops)

[msclaritea]

"Hollywood Ladies & Gentlemen

Adrenochrome 🚫

Cannibalism 🚫

Satanism 🚫

Salma Hayek is married to François-Henri Pinault. The CEO of Kering. The parent company to Balenciaga. The same man responsible for the BDSM children's toys. Who owns an auction site selling ch¡ld s*x mannequins with erect penises, vaginas, and anuses instead of mouths or noses. God knows what Luciferian activities he is involved in.

But keep in mind that Balenciaga's creative director (Demna) resided in Ukraine who became the ambassador of the United24 fundraising platform started by Volodymyr Zelenskyy. Demna also worked very closely with Rachel Chandler. Do you all see how everything is connected? All goes back to child trafficking.

Salma Hayek said she didn't sign a prenuptial agreed with her husband. Why? My guess is that this S. Hayek was his reward or his play toy. As none of those men at that level are dating Hollywood women because they love them truly, madly, and deeply and all the other corny stuff. Because it's a given for them.

Ask Bobby Valentino. He told a former security guard for P. Diddy that he is not even attracted to natural women anymore. Because he could get them so easily that it just became a redundant thing for him. So he now prefer trannies. That is why he was caught with one multiple times years ago.

People the goal of Hollywood is to get you to follow everything that is against God. Everything that is natural. Everything that makes you human. This is why celebrities go out of their way to get you to convert over into doing things that are the opposite of what the Bible teaches. Do you remember that article by 'Wired' published in Oct 2017?

What's Wrong With Eating People?

That was the title of the article. You do not even know you are being groomed to indulge in Satanism. They want you to go against everything God created. Everything that is natural. Everything that makes you devine. This is why you have comedians like Bob Saget joking about P•d•phili♤. This is why Stephen Colbert was promoting Eating insects.

This is why Kim Kardashian said she would do anything to retain her stardom and she would eat fecal matter to do it. This is why celebrities like Mila Kunis said she only bathes her children when she sees dirt on them. America Ferrera said she likes going for days without showering. People they are trying to normalize the detestable." Ariel, Twitter

Salma Hayek as Satanic Pandemonium in From Dusk Til Dawn.

[stiricidewrites]

The Damage You Do: ch 33, pt 2

Previously

~

“Your tailor is a very bad man!”

“Joey’s tailor… took advantage of me.”

“He said he was going to do my inseam, then he ran his hand up my leg, and then there was definite… cupping.”

Poor Chandler, although the fact that Joey and his family had been being molested by their tailor for over a decade was… unfortunate. Sitcom logic, played up for the laughs and never really addressed, like so many other things from shows that didn’t dare touch on serious topics with the severity they deserved. Still, as much as this fitting wasn’t quite as obviously—unless you were a Tribbiani—abusive, no going up one side, moving it to the other, then going up in the other side—prison style tailoring, according to Ross—this situation was still odd.

Had he been alone, without lwj watching every move and measurement with barely a blink, wwx probably would have left. As it was, he felt uncomfortable—safe, but uncomfortable. The sort of uncomfortable that made both his stomach and his blood swirl, unfortunately—or was it fortunately? Was he supposed to find this strange situation both embarrassing and arousing, the light brushes of the woman’s hands over his body sending shudders through him.

Her measuring tape moved, diligently measuring out far more detail than he thought was actually necessary—although as previously stated, he’d never actually stuck around to witness a full fitting.

Maybe this was all normal.

wwx didn’t really think it was.

A big part of the reason he didn’t think it was normal was because Lyra kept measuring him as he was slowly removed of his clothing. First, she’d measured with all his clothes on, another of the employees—a young black man named Leo—recording each of her measurements. Then, she’d helped him out of his coat, only to turn around and measure him again. Then, it had started again, the woman removing only a single piece of clothing from him—well, except when she’d removed both his shoes—before returning to her measuring. Leo would diligently record his measurements anew, and while some of it would have made a different—lwj’s coat really was way too big for him—other things—like his socks—surely hadn’t made any difference!?

[pepper-steam-milkshake]

a big little post

heya!

six months. jesus, that's a while. at least, a while to not have lost focus. and i'm still kicking! sooo~, as a little thanks for sticking around with my silly little story, there's a few things i want to share! :3

1) splinters of madness is not just one story :3c

if you've been paying attention recently, you may have noticed a slight change on ao3 where i added splinters to a series. that's because there's a lot more stories i want to tell that both add and contrast to what's going on in the main story. for example, a little more backstory on fyodor and nikolai's friendship (or complication, depending on how you want to look at it), a darkest timeline two-shot, and nikolai's play rehearsals! perhaps, we can get to know chuuya's brother a little better before he passes from his point of view!

these are definitely not all of the additional content im planning, but it's some that you can look forward to!

2) things that were supposed to happen... and then, uh, didn't

i tend to complain quite a bit about things going awry when im writing splinters (well, not complain, but ykw i mean), and there's a few things that just, was planned and then the characters went "lmao, fuck you". so! here's a few of them!

chapter 5

nikolai hairflip

mori appearance -> appeared in the following chapter instead

"That's the chibi I know!" -> yeah no. nope im okay with this not making it in

atsushi getting his book back. rip

chapter 6

dazai was in fact supposed to go to the corn maze with fyolai and sigma, but for a variety of reasons, it just didn't happen. unseen and unsaid, sigma also didn't go to the corn maze! you can imagine that nikolai was a lot nicer about it to them than he was to dazai, lmao

sigzai kiss :( womp womp

soukoku making out in the boiler room

the ada at the football game

general

chuuya going to see halloween with dazai

3) and... a preview of chapter 7 :3 formatting's a little fucked, but it's also on ao3!

Veronica. Finally. I got a note of Kurt Kelly’s. I need you to forge a hot and horny but realistically low-key note in Kurt’s handwriting and we’ll slip it into Martha Dumptruck’s lunch tray.

Shit, Heather, I don’t have anything against Martha Dunnstock.

You don’t have anything for her either. Come on, it’ll be very.

- Heather Chandler and Veronica Sawyer

--

Dazai drags Chuuya into a hug, getting a surprised yelp out of him. “After all, we’re friends, and friends listen to each other.”

Chuuya’s stiff for a few seconds before he melts into the hug, and his arms wrap around Dazai, too.

“Right… friends.”

His fingers stray into Dazai’s hair, his fingers tangling around the locks, and Dazai gives a surprised gasp as Chuuya yanks at it. “But… what if I want to be more than friends?” he whispers into his ear, his breath hot against it.

“Wh-what?”

Dazai shudders and tilts his head up as a wet tongue slides up his neck, finishing its trail with a kiss. “You heard me, Dazai Osamu. What if I want to… date you?”

He can’t help but laugh nervously at that. “D-date me? Chuuya needs higher expectations—”

Chuuya pulls him out of the hug into a dip, Dazai’s hands frantically moving to clutch on for security. Chuuya smirks down at him. “What if I want to make you mine?”

“Chuuya, I—”

“What if I want… to kiss you?”

Dazai gasps, his face red and heated. “Ch-Chuuya…”

Chuuya grins as he lowers closer and closer to Dazai’s lips, his lashes fluttering as his eyes become half-lidded. Dazai feels himself closing his own eyes, his lips pursing for the kiss…

And when his eyes open again, it’s to the ceiling of his room, his sleep mask having slipped off at some point in the night.

“Jesus fucking christ.”

With a grumble, Dazai flips to his side, kicking off the remnants of his blankets—most of them had gotten kicked around anyways during his sleep—and lays there, gazing at his desk, where two books sit. One, of course, is the one he puts most of his deepest thoughts in, sitting opened with the bookmark in, his pen and monocle lying next to it. The other is Atsushi’s weird white novel, which—

“Ah, shit…” he groans, pushing his face into the mattress.

Atsushi was supposed to pick up his book yesterday. But Dazai wasn’t home, because he decided to have the dinner-from-hell with his not-crush and his not-crush’s father. So, Atsushi wasn’t able to get it despite having asked for it.

Am I the worst friend ever or what?

I should go over to my desk and hit my head as hard as I can into the corner.

Fuck!

Dazai slowly slides out of his bed onto the floor, landing on top of various clothes, including… including Kunikida’s green sweatshirt. He awkwardly manipulates it out from underneath him before holding it up above him, sighing as he gazes at it.

“Katai probably would like you now,” he murmurs, running his fingers over the cuffs in circular motions. The fabric feels soft, smooth from age under the pads of his thumbs, and Dazai knows if he smelled it, it would still have that whiff of Kunikida’s cologne and deodorant on it. And the thing is, maybe he should give it to Kunikida. Or give it directly to Katai.

But he doesn’t want to. He “stole” it from Kunikida, therefore, it’s his. And it’s not like Kunikida has asked for it back. Though, perhaps he doesn’t remember that Dazai has it. But that’s not the point.

Yeah, Kunikida’s not getting this back, and Katai isn’t getting it, either. It’s Dazai’s, whether Kunikida knows it or not.

He glances towards his desk once more, trying to ignore thoughts of… unpleasant thoughts—

Hit your head. Impale. Smash it into the corner. Hit it. Hit it. Hit it. Hit it. Hit it. Hit it.

For fuck’s sake.

I want to write.

Hit your head. Hit it. Hit it against the corner. Hit it. Hit it. Hit it.

I want to write.

Kill yourself.

“I am losing my mind.” With a frustrated hiss, Dazai pushes himself to his feet, and tiredly stumbles towards his desk, his hand gripping the corner tightly so he can’t see it anymore. He shoves himself past it, then flops into the seat, picking up the pen, and starting a new entry.

Dear Diary,

October 12, 1989

I sure love thinking about killing myself. It’s my favorite.

Anyways, had a dream about Chuuya. Wonderful. I dreamed that last night, instead of us just saying goodbye, he kissed me.

He stops writing for a second, sighing as he presses his fingers sadly to his lips.

Well, almost. He almost kissed me. He was so fucking close. We almost kissed. But it’s not romantic, of course. I think about kissing my friends all the time.

Hell, I’ve thought about kissing Kunikida. Thinking about Chuuya like this isn’t any different. This isn’t romantic. I am not in denial.

Dazai smacks his head into his diary, groaning. “Fuuuck.”

Not in denial. Nope. Not in denial. I am so not in denial. Why would I be in denial? Boys kissing boys—it doesn’t have to be romantic! No! And it’s not because I think I’m not gay—I am, but not for them! It’s different! It’s totally different!

…I’m going to lose it.

- Dazai

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Friday, August 30th

TARA: Willow's good at all that computer stuff, but me not so much. Do you really understand all that? ANYA: Oh. Well, at first it was confusing. Just the idea of computers was like, "whoa, I'm eleven hundred years old. I had trouble adjusting to the idea of Lutherans." TARA: I go online sometimes, but ... everyone's spelling is really bad, and it's ... depressing.

~~I Was Made To Love You~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Vibing by apachefirecat (Joyce, Buffy, G)

to go on living by mistyintherivers (Giles/Jenny, T)

In the Back of My Mind by thisyearsgrrl (Buffy/Faith, E)

Love by The_Crazy_Knight (Buffy/Giles, E)

Two Lawyers Walk Into a Bar by MadeInGold (Lilah/Honey Chandler, Bosch xover, T)

i’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies by HuonParticlesAreHarmless (Buffy/Giles, T)

[Chaptered Fiction]

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Shadowed Suspicion - ch. 339 by madimpossibledreamer ()

And Then There Were Two - ch. 2 by Murderpart1 (Willow/Vampire Willow, Not Rated)

Infinitely - ch. 67 by Laragh (Willow/Tara, M)

when my time comes around (lay me gently in the cold dark earth) - ch. 1 by guin_ramble, HuonParticlesAreHarmless (Willow/OFC, Buffy/Giles, E)

If You Ever - ch. 6 by Mirrored_Illusions (Buffy, Stargate Atlantis xover, T) COMPLETE!

Meow - ch. 1-6 by CheekyKitten (Buffy/Spike, E)

Rise - ch. 33 by CheekyKitten (Buffy/Spike, E) COMPLETE!

Don't Swerve - ch. 7 by thisyearsgrrl (Buffy/Faith, E)

think about the loveless fascination - ch. 12 by mothboys (Buffy/Faith, M)

but this love is ours - ch. 16 by ripslayer (Buffy/Faith, M)

Recompense - ch. 13 by Moonkid10 (Buffy/Faith, M)

Greatest Love Story - Prelude - ch. 9 by FalseGinger (Angelus/William, Angel/Spike, M)

Disease - ch. 6 by guin_ramble (Buffy/Giles, E) COMPLETE

Hungry Like the Wolf - ch. 5 by fleetfootedfox (Buffy/Giles, E) COMPLETE!

Shadow Over Hellmouth - ch. 114 by Tuxedo_Mark (Buffy/Tara, Angel/Cordelia, others, E)

Little Light - ch. 4 by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Incarnate - ch. 13 by Sigyn (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Along Came Two - ch. 10 by LilithSwan (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

The Neighbor's Point of View - ch. 126 by the_big_bad (Buffy/Spike, PG)

[Images, Audio & Video]

Collage: Collage #122 by thedecadentraven (Spike, worksafe)

Collage: Collage #121 by thedecadentraven (Drusilla, worksafe)

Collage: Collage #118 by thedecadentraven (Faith, worksafe)

Fanvid: buffy the vampire slayer / closer- kings of leon by such-an-exquisite-corpse (Spike/Drusilla, worksafe)

Edit: Faith Lehane + Shadowboxing, Julien Baker by raffaella-cerullo (Faith, worksafe)

Icons: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, S01E10 — Nightmares. by nostalgc (Willow, worksafe)

Icons: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, S01E10 — Nightmares. by nostalgc (Buffy, Vampire Buffy, worksafe)

Icons: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, S01E10 — Nightmares. by nostalgc (Buffy, worksafe)

Moodboard: willow rosenberg moodboard with witchy and wlw themes requested by @blackcattimemachine by moodmoodthecrabking (Willow, worksafe)

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[Reviews & Recaps]

Video: The Complicated Legacy of Cordelia Chase by Rachel Macdonald

PODCAST: Buffy 2.13 and 2.14 Surprise and Innocence by Once More: A Rewatch Podcast

[Recs & In Search Of]

ISO: thrasherbuffy seeks help with how to play BTVS video games [Backwards compatibility]

ISO: 666grimes seeks favorite buffy video essays? [inc. podcasts and preferably by women/queer folk]

[Community Announcements]

Commissions available by Erin M Creates

[Fandom Discussions]

POLL: Could Polyamory have saved them? ANGEL, SPIKE, and BUFFY SUMMERS by couldpolyamorysavethem

the homophobic coding of joyce and... and the subsequent queer coding of slayerhood... by tasteslikehonnney

If Jenny had survived the events of Passion... [warning Faith] by ohrevienssoleil

[Jenny Calendar traits in canon] by coraniaid

[Angel losing his soul versus Spike who had no soul] by trealtox

[the Scoobies versus Spike - reaction to Buffy working fast food] by nicollekidman

“ You know you've become a Buffy fan when you're singing"... by glygriffe

rewatched that one scene from enemies and ... by danifart

POLL: Is Sam Winchester More like Buffy or Faith or Dawn? by minkyumami

POLL: Vampire Media Guys Round 26: Spike or Jeremy Gilbert? by vampirewrestlinglover

POLL: How successful would Charles Gunn…by could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler

POLL: Who is the best turncoat character? (Round 3) [Faith] by theturncoattournament

POLL: AO3 Femslash Top 100: Round 3 [Tara x Willow] by ao3femslashtop100-tournament

POLL: AO3 Femslash Top 100: Round 3 [Buffy x Faith] by ao3femslashtop100-tournament

Angel's darker shades of beige by Stoney

Does anyone else notice that Buffy and True Blood are kinda similar? by Kat-Attack-52

Does anyone know what sunglasses Warren is wearing? [in Life Serial] by PapaHay

The Culmination of Buffy [some season finales as possible series finales] by ScarletWidow901

The feats of Giles [Giles talking about Dawn in The Gift] by ScarletWidow901

The Willow Chronicles [Bargaining deer scene] by ScarletWidow901

Spike getting a soul is just not something good by debujandobirds

The stunts, sets, and practical effects by Tsole96

I'am straight but this scene... [Fuffy 3x17] by No_Obligation_3248

Deep cut Buffy costumes? [Halloween costume ideas] by ballgowns_n_ballgags

The similarities between Buffy/Angel/Spike and Lost's Jack/Kate/Sawyer are uncanny by spectacleskeptic

Imagine these two meeting [Kendra and Faith] by sadhungryandvirgin

POLL: Who would you consider the fourth "face" of the franchise? [next to Buffy, Angel, and Spike] by Christianduty

Angel as Young Liam in "Spin the Bottle" vs Cave Buffy in "Beer Bad" by sirtch_analyst

By IMDb episode voters, "Angel" has 27th relative best TV show finales by beeemkcl

Did they make Cordelia Buffy-like? [on ATS] by foreseethefuture

[Articles, Interviews, and Other News]

James Marsters News on X: "Happy Birthday @jaugustrichards! [Gunn on ATS] I hope you have an awesome day!" via dontkillspike

GalaxyCon Columbus: [sign ups for James Marsters] Photo Ops [Dec 6-8 in Columbus OH, USA] via dontkillspike

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