#dude's even wacker back then

[saphushia]

hi. i'm post / 724845239787978752. all life serieseses caught up to. ethubs even realer than before. ethubs art posted on main art account. watched 2 more seasons of ethoslab and one of bdubs. good luck out there. I'm insane now and i have to learn the inner workings of decked out 2 because i've decided she and her predecessor are my babygirl. also caught some yogscast spray damage but that's okay everyone loves zoey

lmaooo all of life series?? damn now ur in deeper than i am- the only one i've seen in full is last life (n only etho's pov). and hell yeah everyone loves 🍄✨ zoey ✨🍄 ‼ (except explosives)

[buniyaad]

WELLS: Eventually, Impulse gave way to Kid Flash and Kid Flash, in turn, morphed into an adult Flash. Do you think those changes necessarily served Bart Allen well? WAID: Nah. Listen, Geoff Johns and I made our peace about this. I love Geoff. Geoff's one of my best friends, and Geoff is an incredibly talented writer and is the only writer alive who loves these characters as much as I do. And I don't blame him for paving over the Impulse identity. The shoehorning of Impulse into Kid Flash was, as I understand it, not his idea. It was a wrongheaded edict passed down by an editor that never got the character and has made it his mission to purge DC of anything even remotely fun and lighthearted. But even as Kid Flash, he was still largely recognizable as Bart. And then he became the Flash, and a more boneheaded move you couldn't have made with that character. Geoff and I fought against it, we fought like you wouldn't believe. Steve Wacker, who was slated to be the original editor, Geoff, me...we all fought the good fight, knowing beyond any shadow of a doubt that squeezing Bart into that costume would go against absolutely everything about that character. And we lost. We lost every step of the way. Ultimately, someone else's ego outweighed my opinion about what Bart would and wouldn't do, but that's how it often goes with corporate-owned heroes and is the price you pay dealing in them. Ask Keith Giffen sometime how many lectures he's had to endure about what Lobo "would and wouldn't do." So, in their infinite wisdom, DC Editorial made Bart The Flash, and that relaunch was one of the greatest critical failures in all of DC publishing history. WELLS: Really? WAID: In terms of sales they had on the first issue and the sales they posted by the fifth or sixth issues, it was just a crashing, crashing disaster. It was one of the most disastrous, embarrassing launches in DC history. And we were all " I'm not trying to sound all "I told you so," because it broke our hearts because we loved that character " but we warned them. We told them, "Don't do that, it won't work." Sure enough, six issues in, they realized they had a mess of a series they couldn't make work, no matter what. At that point, Dan DiDio called me up, a courtesy call, and said, "So we're going to kill Bart. I just thought I should let you know." My honest feeling at that point was like, "Dude, you killed Bart years ago." [mutual laughter] "That's so not Bart in that suit. I don't care. Everything in comics is cyclical. Bart'll be back eventually at some point anyway so, sure, go ahead and put the bullet through his head. I don't care." I figured Bart would be better off dead than misunderstood and mishandled.

Thinking about one of my favorite Mark Waid interviews of all time. Bro really said, my son is better off dead than misunderstood and mishandled 😂😂😂

[longcontrol]

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[yeosatinyngz]

Hey lily you beautiful human being. Can we request some draken fluff? Like him falling in love with his childhood best and first friend. Yk before hi met mikey, got his tattoo and joined toman she was always by his side. His ride or die. But he couldn't confess bc he was afraid to ruin the friendship.

You said you didn't wrote angst yet but maybe if you're comfortable with: she got stabbed or hit and nearly died that when he confessed yk

Anyways please don't forget to stay hydrated

-wackers bonkers

Ah you’re too sweet <3 and that I can do! I hope you’re satisfied with the end product! If it’s not what you wanted I can always fix/edit it. Thank you and make sure you’re taking care of yourself and staying hydrated as well! Also I just wanted to say “Oh you naughty wackers bonkers😏”

The awaited confession

↳Fem Reader | Fluff/Angst

Request Rules ➣ Masterlist

The lingering stares on you wasn’t a new routine but was something you never noticed. Draken can’t help but stare at you any chance he gets. His heart warms up whenever his eyes set on your figure. No matter what happened and how much time has passed you were always there by his side, with that bright smile that he couldn’t help but fall in love with.

He remembers when he first met you. You approached him first, “Let’s be friends!” All he could do was look at you confused because no one ever wanted to be his friend. “Why?” “Because you’re cool, I don’t need any more reasons than that right?.” “Huh, ok I guess.”

To when he got his tattoo. “OMG KENNY YOU GOT A DRAGON TATTOO?!” “Shhh don’t be too loud but yeah I did, aren’t I awesome?” He huffed in triumph. “You’re the coolest!” Your compliment flustered him but it really fueled his ego up. “Heh, I know.”

Back to when he became friends with Mikey. “You have a new friend? And his name is Mikey?” “Yep, he’s the coolest person I’ve met.” “Hmph he has a stupid name.” You huffed and crossed your arms. “Wait- don’t tell me you’re jealous.” “Of course I am, what if this Mikey dude steals you away from me, you’re MY best friend.” “Don’t be silly, you’ll always be my number one best friend!” “You promise?” You held your pinky out. “I promise.” He said while sealing the pinky promise.

And when he got his signature hair style. “Ken-chin, your hair is so long now.” “Yeah, it’s kinda annoying, I put it in a ponytail once in a while but I’m not feeling it.” “Oh I have an idea! Let me braid your hair!” “Ok, be gentle.” “I’ll try!” ~After you finished braiding his hair~ “And there, tell me what you think?” “Woah I actually really like it, I’ll have my hair like this from now on.” “Ahh, I’m so happy to hear that!” He smiled at your excitement. You’re just too cute.

To now where he’s being snapped out of his thoughts by you clapping your hands in his face. “Ken-Chin!” “Huh?” “You ok, you were just staring at me.” “Yeah, I was just thinking.” “About what?” Before he could fully think it through he blurted out “You” “Oh? Why?” He let out a sigh and decided to just come clean. “Because I love you.” You quickly wrapped your arms around him into a tight hug. “Please tell me this isn’t a joke.” “It’s not, I truly love you.” “I love you too.” Draken proceeded to ask you out and you of course accepted. He wanted to make the first date as special as can be so he took his time with the planning.

Angst ending:

Alas, not everyone has a happy ending. Before you guys were even able to go on the first date, you were targeted by another gang who has it out for Toman. They found out about your relationship with Draken and the rest was history. Everything moved slowly in Draken’s eyes as he witnessed you being stabbed. He was too late…He wasn’t able to save you and watched you bleed to death in his arms.

After a few years he was able to move on from you and started falling for Emma. But, before he was able to confess to her she died due to Kisaki. The pain he felt when he found out was indescribable. He lost yet another one he loved💔 “Maybe love just isn’t for me, I should just give up.”

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[clouddd-hannn]

It Was The Costume Part 1

COUPLE: Kang Yeosang x M!Reader

GENRE: Smut and Slight Angst and Fluff

WARNINGS: Degradation, master kink, crossdressing, dumbification, slutshaming(in a good way(?)), breeding kink(?) and other kinks

SUMMARY: You were convinced by your friends to crossdress at a party, eventually getting fucked by a random stranger.

"Shit~" you moaned as you continued to ride a complete stranger who simply saved you from two brutes by acting as your boyfriend. "Master, your dick is so biig~ I love it when it hits my deepest inside. Fuck~."

"I know you do, M/N. Now, focus on riding Master's cock and make him cum. You don't get to cum until I tell you to. Got that, slut?" The stranger said as he gripped on your hips and pushed your bottom down further, making you jolt in surprise as the tip of the other's cock brushed against your prostate, your pre-cum staining the inside of your own white skirt.

How the hell did you and this complete stranger even meet you all ask? Well, let's start from the beginning.

"M/N, c'mon. You have to get laid before you turn 21," Seungmin, your best friend and roommate, stated as he slumped down on his own bed. You just shrugged as you chuckled at Seungmin's statement, finding it rather ridiculous. "I'm not joking here, M/N."

You muttered a small 'yes' as you managed to complete a game of Solitaire on your phone then sat up, looking at Seungmin with a small smile. "I don't need to get laid just 'cause I'm getting older. The time will come and I don't need to hurry it. Besides, I'm not that much of a 'sex' person. Heck, no ones ever showed interest in me back when I was still in high school."

"Dude, you're already in art school," Seungmin said before he thought of a bright idea and snapped his fingers as he looked at you with a suspicious smile. "What time is it?"

"I don't like that look, Seungmin," you stated as you shook your head and looked at your phone's clock anyway. "It's a quarter to seven pm. Why?"

"Get up and come with me. We're going to Felix's," Seungmin stated as he stood up and grabbed you by your arm before dragging you towards your shared room's door. "I won't even accept 'no' as an answer so you have no choice but to come with me."

You just rolled your eyes with a smile before grabbing your room keys. "What are we supposed to do there? Drink some tea?" You asked as you both exited your room and locked the door behind you. "Felix is probably with Chan, playing Uno. I'm betting Felix is gonna lose again this time."

"Nope. Felix is in his shared suite room with Jisung. Hurry up. Felix is waiting for us," Seungmin stated as he dragged you and ran towards Felix's suite room as fast as light that you could feel your energy drain already. Why is Felix even expecting us? You thought as you let the other drag you along. Seungmin just chuckled at your exhausted state as he stopped and knocked on the door. "Felix, Jisung. It's Seungmin and M/N."

Immediately, the door opened and you were honestly shocked when you saw the two dressed up in crop tops and skirts, heeled leg boots and silver earrings, black chokers and leather wrist gloves. "I love the outfit, really, but what is up with the get up?" You asked the two as you and Seungmin entered and sat down on Jisung's bed. "Is this a costume party? You could've told me so I could've came prepared."

"Oh no, M/N. This isn't a costume party. We are going to a party," Jisung stated as he smirked at you which made you raise a brow in suspicion. Is this what's all about? "C'mon, it's just for tonight. Don't be a party wacker."

"And then? Are you sure the security won't catch us?" You asked with a scoff as you crossed your arms and legs, as if to challenge the three. I mean, sure you'd love to go to a party. It would be the first time since you've been in college but the thought of having your name dirtied was holding you back especially with alcohol involved. "Pretty sure we will, no doubt."

"My baby Minho will be coming to get us, so get your ass here and get dressed," Jisung demanded in his usual attitude-like tone, making you flinch and gasp. You had no choice but to follow. These boys are sassy as hell and they'd get what they want, order you around if they had to. You don't even know how these three became your friends when you were the total opposite of these three guys.

"Get dressed? Do I have to change into something just for a party?" You asked as you walked towards the closet and began rummaging for stuffs but Seungmin stopped you. "What? I thought you said 'get dressed'?" You raised a brow as you looked at Seungmin, quoting Jisung's words.

"Yep, and you'll be getting dressed in these," Seungmin said as he offered you a pair of lingerie and a set of clothes. You widened your eyes and blushed. You were gonna dress just like Jisung and Felix, but unlike them, you had no experience with crossdressing. You looked at the three then back at the items. "Go on," he offered as you gulped and bit your bottom lip.

"I've never tried crossdressing before. I mean, I've thought of it but I've never ever tried doing it," you admitted as you looked at the stuffs being handed to you. Seungmin sighed and neared you as he smiled widely at you.

"M/N, it's time you experience something new than just focusing on your academics and that favorite Solitaire game of yours," he stated then held onto your shoulders. "We've got you, okay?"

"Yeah," both Jisung and Felix muttered as they looked through some wigs.

You sighed as you got the items and entered the bathroom. Was this necessary? You just chuckled as you stripped yourself off of your clothes and undergarments. Then, you looked at the pink lingerie that was on top of the bathroom sink's countertop. "How do you even wear this thing?" You mumbled as you took the bralette and panties, managing to put it on successfully after how many attempts.

Then, you wore the clothes that was offered to you, having a hard time wearing the thigh high net stockings that were given to you. Currently, you were wearing a rainbow themed crop top that fully complimented the creamy white skirt you wore. Then, you were wearing net stockings that had rings on the front of it.

After you were done, you walked outside and adjusted your skirt since it was a bit short to your liking. "Hey, guys? Did I wear this right?" You asked then looked at the three guys who were staring at you with sparkling eyes. "Uhm.."

"You look gorgeous!"

"Undeniably beautiful."

"Fantastic!"

You just blushed at the compliments as you looked down at your feet. "So, what about my footwear?"

Jisung, who was already wearing a wig that looked natural on him, opened his closet and took out a pair of platform boots that, you estimated, stopped just above your ankles. You took it from him and then wore it after Jisung's instructions. "You look ravishingly hot and seductive, M/N. There is no doubt that people will come swarming in to know your name."

You nodded with a chuckle as you got up and, yet again, adjusted the skirt you were wearing. Felix noticed so he immediately pointed it out. "Oh? Is the skirt too short for you, honey? We can change it for you, if you want."

"Huh? Oh, no. It's fine. It's just my first time wearing one and all, but I'll manage it," you answered with a genuine smile before your eyes traveled towards Jisung's hand that was holding a makeup kit. "Am I going to wear makeup, too?"

Jisung looked at you then inspected for a little while before shaking his head. "We want you to but if we put some makeup on you, I'm afraid you'll be stealing all the spotlight. 'Cause seriously, you look glowing with or without makeup. Just maybe wear a simple foundation then we're done," he answered as he placed a small amount of liquid foundation on your face and a little bit of gloss on your lips. "Done. Go to Felix."

You nodded then did as you were told, you looked at Seungmin who was still clothed in his own clothes and scrolling about on his feed. "Aren't you gonna change as well?" You asked as you looked at Seungmin with a raised brow.

"I would but I'm meeting Hyunjin there and we're gonna have a date. Besides, Hyunjin's an innocent bean. I don't want him to be overwhelmed by my own crossdressing kink," Seungmin answered with a wink, making you nod with a small 'ah'.

You smiled as you then moved towards Felix who was holding some wigs, even Felix himself was already wearing one. Then, he looked at you. "Wow, I've really outdone myself with your outfit. First question, brown, blonde, or black?"

"Blonde."

"Nice choice. Blue, red, or pink."

"Pink."

"Good. Beret, headband, or hairbands?"

"I guess a peach beret would complement my outfit."

"You've got really good taste, M/N. Last question, bell or ring?"

You raised a brow. What's with the question? You thought before muttering a small 'bell', going for the first one since you had no idea what Felix was talking about for that last one.

Then, Felix got some stuffs from his walk-in closet (yes, they're suite room is that big). You waited a little bit before the other reappeared with a blonde wig, it's inside was dyed pink and a peach beret with two rings attached in it's side. "Wear the wig first. Here, I'll help you."

You nodded as you let Felix do his thing with the wig by turning you around. Then, he made you face him to adjust the wig and the bangs, making it look natural-looking on you. "These wigs look real. Where'd you get these wigs?"

"It's synthetic horse hair and of course, we only pick high quality wigs," Felix replied as he cut up the bangs and made it look more appealing and 'current'. After, he placed the beret on top of the wig, adjusting it to your taste. He, then, smiled as he backed away and stared at you. He gasped dramatically as he covered his mouth with his hands.

"What? What? Does it not fit me?" You asked anxiously, making Felix shake his head and wipe a fake tear.

"M/N, how come you've never tried crossdressing? You could've caught a lot of men already with that look! Seriously, if I were straight, I could've easily thought you were a girl. You're so going to be my model again next time," Felix stated as he hugged you. Then, he pulled away and took a choker with a bell on it, jingling it a little as he showed it to you. He placed it on your neck and then clapped his hands, adoring his masterpiece. "Perfect."

"Thanks, Felix. Now, let's go. Jisung and Seungmin might be waiting for us."

The four finally exited Jisung and Felix's shared suite room after a few more compliments from Jisung and Seungmin. You all silently walked towards the parking lot where Minho was waiting for you four.

"Hey, babe," Minho greeted Jisung with a kiss to his lips, making Jisung smile widely and hug him. Then, Minho widened his eyes as he looked over Jisung's shoulder, seeing you who was busy playing with the bell on your choker. "Who's she? A friend of yours?"

You looked up and saw Minho's eyes on you, meaning he was talking about you. You chuckled before shaking your head and offering your hand for Minho to shake. "My name's M/N. Hate to break it to ya, but I'm a male."

"Ah, right. I knew I could've noticed that adam's apple. Name's Minho, I'm Jisung's boyfriend. Anyway, let's all get in before security sees us. We're going to Hongjoong's house," Minho stated as he entered the car before opening the door for you four(prioritizng Jisung, of course).

"When we get there, we want you to know this," Jisung began as Minho started to drive off towards Hongjoong's house, which you still don't know where it exactly was.

"What?" You asked.

"Never reveal your true identity to a person. If he wants to have sex with you, deny it."

"What? What's the purpose of going—"

"Just promise us you won't M/N."

"Okay. I promise."

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You stared at the house's exterior in awe. "Wow! This place is huge! It's like a whole ass hotel!" You exaggerated as you looked at the other four with a toothy grin, your friends was looking at you with a smile. The whole place was booming with DJ music and neon lights, some people were even by the porch drinking beer from their blue and red solo cups. "I don't regret coming here."

You stated with a small chuckle, before Seungmin was called by his boyfriend, Hyunjin. "Oops, I gotta go. Hyunjin's here. You all have fun, especially you, M/N. You have to let loose once in a while."

You just nodded as the four of you waved goodbye at Seungmin and Hyunjin. Then, you four finally walked towards the door and all eyes were on you, clearly uncomfortable by the attention you were receiving. "Is Changbin here?" Felix asked Minho who nodded, making the Aussie boy squeal as he hurriedly entered the house and ran to find Changbin with a loud 'Where are you, Changbinnie?'.

You, Jisung, and Minho both entered after you three were let in by the butler who kept staring at you to which whom you bowed to. "See? All eyes are on you. Now, go find someone and mingle while I go with Minho."

"What? You're leaving—" before you could finish your sentence, Minho and Jisung had finally walked away and went upstairs. "..me. Great, I regret saying I don't regret coming here. If only I had known I was gonna be left alone, I shouldn't have agreed," you fixed your hair(the wig) as you walked towards a rather empty place, placing some of your long blonde hair over your right shoulder while some were let down, swaying by the small of your back and exposing the pink strands that were hidden.

But I guess luck wasn't on your side when suddenly, two guys appeared in front of you, one had black hair while the other was a brunette, making you stop in your tracks. "Hey, miss muffet. Are you alone?" The guy with black hair asked as he eyed you up and down hungrily, as if a predator wanting to devour it's prey.

You quivered as you shook your head, unable to answer with words out of fear. "What's wrong, babe? Are you shy?"

"N-No, I'm not used to talking with strangers like you two. I have to go," you stated as you opted to go but the other two was persistent, making you stomp your foot and stare back at them with puffed cheeks. "I have to go, you bastards. Or I'll call my boyfriend!" You threatened but the two just laughed as they neared you and the brunette groped your ass, making you flinch and punch the guy on instinct. "Shit, I'm sorry. I was just—"

You were cut off when you were suddenly backhanded by the black haired guy, making you fall down on the ground, the bell on your choker ringing. You looked up at the ravenette who was now staring down at you in anger. "Fuck, now you're really getting on my nerves."

You looked at them in shock as you stood up and dusted your skirt, attempting to run away but you were met with a hard chest. "What the fuck?" The guy said.

Wanting to finally escape those two, you backed away and looked at the man. You were in awe at how handsome the man was with his dyed jet black hair and his white fitting tee that was hidden by his leather jacket, his tight pants, his tattooed hands, his silver earrings that dangled on his ears, and the red solo cup he was holding, the content now spilled on the floor.

You shook your head and did the first thing that came to your mind. "Baby, where have you been? I was scared. Those guys, they're harrassing me."

The man widened his eyes as he stared at you who immediately clung onto his arm. Then, the man looked at the two other men who was now quivering in fear. I mean, who wouldn't be scared of him?

This guy is infamously known as the 'person you don't ever want to mess with' after he had sent numerous amounts of people to the hospital just by kicking them by their ankle. Who is he? He's Kang Yeosang, the notorious brute who can beat anyone up into a pulp if he wanted to. "Really?"

"Yeah," you answered, making Yeosang stare at them with a raised brow. He held you protectively with one arm and glared at the ravenette and brunette, threatening them.

"Scram."

That one word was enough for them to finally run away, muttering small curses as they both fell down once in attempt to finally find a place that Yeosang's nowhere to be seen. He heard you sigh and watched as you looked back. "Are they gone?"

"Pretty sure they are," Yeosang answered as he looked down at you who pulled back and clutched on your rainbow crop top.

"Thank you so much, mister. I don't know what could've happened to me if I hadn't bumped into you. Are you here with someone?" You asked, to which Yeosang just shakes his head to.

"Yeah, but they're off somewhere," the guy answered as he threw his solo cup and used his handkerchief to wipe some of the alcohol away from his leather jacket.

"Well, as a thank you, I'll keep you company, since my friends left me and I'm all alone. Well, if you're okay with that," you offered.

"Sure," Yeosang answered. "You look really pretty by the way."

You chuckled as you jokingly punched Yeosang's arm. "Oh, you flirt. Thank you. This is actually my first time cro—uh—going to a club and my friends chose this outfit for me," you answered, almost revealing your true identity.

"Who were those two? Do you know them?" Yeosang asked you as he led you to one of the tables, letting you sit down in front of him. You shrugged before shaking your head.

"Nope. They just came up to me," you answered with a small scoff. "Probably asking for sex."

"What if I told you that I also want to have sex with you?" Yeosang asked blatantly as he placed his elbows on top of the table and placed his chin on his knuckles, staring at you intently, making you blush hard as you looked at him directly into his hypnotizing and mesmerizingly beautiful dark brown orbs. Lost in those ocean of brown eyes, you nodded.

"I-I don't mind," you answered absentmindedly as you watched Yeosang trudge towards your seat.

"What's your name, kitten?" Yeosang asked as he used his thumb and index to tilt your head by your chin.

"M-M/N," you stuttered but Yeosang seemed like he didn't care that it sounded like a male's name, nor your voice sounded like one.

"Why don't we go upstairs, kitten?" Yeosang suggested as he offered an open palm for you to hold onto. You nodded as you turned your head away and happily grabbed Yeosang's calloused and rough hands which perfectly fit in yours.

You two finally walked towards the stairs and were already halfway the stairs when you suddenly remembered your friends' reminder.

'Never reveal your true identity to a person. If he wants to have sex with you, deny it.'

Part 2

[thedappleddragon]

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[thistreasurehunter]

Project Earplugs (Part 3)

Summary: Snippets from The Pogues’ WhatsApp messages. John B live-texts film night and gathers evidence, while Pope turns to fan fiction for inspiration.

(Implied future Kie/Pope. Implied future JJ/Reader. This is set in a slight AU – the reader has always been one of the Pogues and none of the events of season 1 have taken place.)

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the Outer Banks characters or settings.

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Project Earplugs Group Chat

John B: Well, the movie’s just gone on.

John B: They claimed the sofa – obviously – so I’m in the chair and can text freely where they can’t see

John B: Not that they’d notice anyway

John B: They’re currently having a discussion about camera angles and POV shots

John B: Btw, JJ turned up with a singed eyebrow!?

John B: Now they’re talking about the female gaze

John B: #flirtyfilmnerds

Kie: Seriously JB, don’t feel the need to live-text the whole night. They’re our friends too, we know what they’re like. We literally see them act like this all the time.

John B: No, I think I should! It’s like collecting evidence!

John B: Like, if ever they find out about our meddling, we can present them with all these examples of their repressed love for each other and why we were just helping open their oblivious little eyes

Pope: That’s not a bad idea actually.

Pope: We should flag this stuff so we can easily find it later

Kie: I thought you were supposed to be writing your essay.

Pope: I am, you’re both distracting me.

John B: EVIDENCE – she’s got her feet in his lap now

Pope: I thought you were helping your dad?!

John B: Have you ever heard of a game called flicker-wacker? They’ve mentioned it about 5 times so far

Pope: Kie?

Kie: Break’s over, gotta go – the tips don’t earn themselves! 😊

John B: They’re mostly watching the film now

John B: Oh, but wait!

John B: EVIDENCE – he’s started, sort of, rubbing her feet! Bit like a lowkey massage. They’re still both watching the movie

John B: I’m gonna try and get a covert photo

John B sent a photo

Pope: photographic evidence – nice touch!

Pope: So, I’ve been doing a bit of research – according to the internet, this appears to be a “friends to lovers” situation and there seems to be several different ways this arc can be resolved.

John B: Newsflash Pope! Reading Sherlock fanfic is not research!

Pope: Shut up!

Pope: Also, it can be

John B: EVIDENCE – pretty sure I just heard her moan a little

John B: Again, what happened with the essay?

Pope: Guys, enough with the nagging – I did a solid 20 minutes, now I’m having a break

John B: Just looking out for our brainiac - #weheartpopesscholarshipsuccess

Pope: Okay, well thanks, I guess

Pope: Anyway, a few scenarios I’ve come across so far are: fake dating, sharing body warmth to stop hypothermia, making one jealous of a potential new love interest, accidental/forced bed sharing, platonically raising a baby they get joint responsibility of somehow, sex or die and soulmate au. There are probably more, I’m still looking

Pope: Guys…?

Pope: Why’ve you gone quiet?

John B: Um, okaaay.

John B: Tbh, not what I was expecting you to say

Pope: Oh. Like how?

John B: Still processing

John B: I don’t even know what some of these things are

Pope: Which?

John B: Um, the last two for a start 🤨

Pope: I’ll send you a few links

Pope attached links

John B: Is this really the kind of stuff you read? I thought you read proper books?

Pope: Again, shut up. Don’t fan shame me. It’s completely okay to enjoy reading fanfic as well as ‘intellectual’ books!

Kie: 100% agree.

Kie: I’m just more intrigued about how we’ll be able to facilitate a soulmate au to get them together?

Kie: Or how either of them could get so cold they’re at risk of hypothermia, in summer in the OBX?

Kie: Or where the surprise baby will come from!?

John B: Maybe you two could have a kid, make them godparents, then die tragically, leaving your beautiful defenseless baby in their incompetent hands?

Kie: Um, that really would be playing the long game

Kie: Also, we’d end up dead, so not the best possible outcome thanks!

Pope: Also, we’d definitely want our baby to be raised by one or both sets of our parents

John B: Bit of a serious reaction to a joke there, dude

John B: At least you know Pope has a plan for if ever that did happen Kie! 🤣

Pope: Eugh, maybe I should go back to my essay!

John B: hahahaha

John B: EVIDENCE – she’s just got up for a drink and trailed her fingers through his hair on the way past

Kie: The jealousy idea isn’t too bad.

Kie: We could probably pull something off along those lines at the Boneyard kegger tomorrow

John B: Actually, that does sound do-able

Pope: See, my suggestions weren’t that stupid after all

Kie: Debatable

John B: Dude, do you know one of the links you sent me was about tentacle porn?

Pope: Um, was it? I wonder how that managed to get there? Well, yeah, just ignore that one

John B:  😂

John B: hahahaha! Sheepish much!

John B: EVIDENCE – They’ve moved position on the sofa and he’s now got his arm around her shoulders and she’s resting her head on his chest

John B: Conclusive evidence, if you ask me.

[tracies-tales]

All Tied Up

“Shit shit shit,” Arin grumbled to himself as he wrestled with the piece of fabric around his neck. This was about the fifteenth attempt at tying his tie, and it was doing everything it could to remain untied and unhelpful. “Son of a bitch,” Arin snapped as the tie pulled loose yet again. He yanked it off and threw it against the wall in frustration. He was running late to a job interview, and in the intensity of trying to tie his tie, he couldn’t remember where he’d seen his phone last in order to look up a tutorial.

Arin breathed in a long breath through his nostrils and stooped to pick up the tie, grabbing a hold of both ends and pulling it taut as if he were trying to tear it in half, or strangle it. He crumpled it up as he thought, running a hand through his hair and making a decision. He never interacted with people in his apartment complex much, but he was out of options, and he’d be damned if he was going to show up without a proper tie.

He stormed to the door with the tie clutched in one hand. He yanked his door open and thrust it back, grunting an, “Agh-” as it swung shut faster than he expected and it hit him on his way out. “Perfect,” Arin said to himself and strut forward, knocking on the door across the hall. Come to think of it, he couldn’t remember who exactly it was that lived in this room, but with all due luck, they knew their way around ties. Hell, if he was lucky, maybe they’d even be-

Arin’s brain short circuited when the door opened to a tall, slender man with a mass of curly, dark hair perched on his head. He was wearing a leather jacket, a band tee shirt Arin didn’t recognize peeking out from beneath it. His jeans were torn up, and he had on a pair of blue knit socks. He raised a scarred brow in silent question before he said, “Hello?”

“Uh,” Arin’s throat ran dry. It didn’t help when his neighbor very distinctly gave him a once-over as he struggled to operate his mouth. The man slowly began to grin with amusement at Arin’s inability to focus. When he finally snapped out of it, Arin asked, “Look, this probably sounds weird as fuck, dude, but do you know how to tie a tie?”

The man snorted, “Sure, what for?”

“I’m running late for an interview. I know this is totally uncalled for.”

“It’s no problem. I’m Dan,” Dan flashed a smile that reduced Arin’s heart to a puddle. 

“...Arin,” he replied, sticking out his arm in an almost robot like fashion to hold out the tie.

Dan took it and unraveled it from its scrunched up state. He chuckled, “Damn, what’d you do, try to tie it with a sink disposal?”

“No, the weed wacker,” Arin retorted with a small smile, getting some confidence back when Dan laughed.

“The weed wacker always works for me,” Dan said and ran his hands up the collar of Arin��s suit jacket to pop it up, sending tingles down Arin’s spine when Dan’s hands made contact with his skin. Dan then reached around Arin’s neck to wrap the tie around it, bringing the two ends forward and expertly preparing the knot before tightening it into a nearly perfect tie.

Arin looked down to admire it as Dan smoothed the collar back down, tucking the tie in appropriately. He pat Arin’s chest, “All set.”

“Thanks, I owe you one,” Arin replied.

Dan gave him a playful smirk and said, “Maybe later I can help you get that suit off.”

Arin instantly felt his face flush red. “Er, I...maybe,” he replied, quickly turning to flee. He rushed back across the hall to his door and set a hand on the knob, finding it unable to turn to the entertainment of Dan, who began laughing. Arin would have been mad if the musical sound of Dan’s guffawing wasn’t quenching the rage. 

Dan wiped a tear of mirth from his eye and said, “Unfortunately for you, I don’t know how to pick locks.”

Arin set his hands on his hips and said, “Well what good are you, then?” laced heavily with sarcasm.

Dan grinned, “Really good at other things. Good luck with that,” he nodded to the door behind Arin.

Arin swallowed and glanced to it, taking it as a sign. He turned back to Dan and steeled his nerves before saying, “You know what, it wasn’t that important of an interview. Can you untie a tie as well as you tied one?”

“Why don’t you come find out?” Dan purred and backed into his apartment, holding the door open. Arin could feel himself blushing again but decided, fuck it.

He could figure out the job later.

thanks to the blog “http://colormayfade.tumblr.com/generator” for the prompt suggestion, i couldn’t not write this one:

AU PROMPT IDEAS

I’m late for a job interview but I can’t tie a tie for the life in me; you live next door and I’ve never spoken to you, but can you please help this is a life or death situation

[sirchrisjaxon]

How Our Standard for “Bad” Rappers Has Changed

I remember when I was a kid, I thought Lil Wayne was trash. Many traditionalists thought of him as the death of good rap. His commercial success was seen as a bastardization of the style that rappers like Jay-Z and Eminem created before him. His voice was annoying, his subject matter was crude, and he used the forbidden tool: autotune. But the youth is always on the right side of history, and they embraced the new wave he was creating. Now, he is one of the most successful artists of all time. He kickstarted the careers of Drake, Nicki Minaj, 2 Chainz, and more. His prolific work ethic has influenced rappers like Future, Young Thug, and Gucci Mane. His use of autotune has made it a staple in most commercial hip-hop we hear today. I will never call Lil Wayne one of the best rappers, but I will always defend him as being one of the most important. Today, if anyone says that Lil Wayne is wack, they just sound like a fool. Since his rise, there have been so many rappers so much worse than him that have received the same amount of hype and success that he did (although they might not have lasted as long). I don’t think that every generation of rap is getting worse, but I do think that each generation of consumers if lowering the standard of what it takes to be successful as a rapper. But maybe I’m being unfair. Maybe Lil Pump really is as legitimate as J. Cole. and even though nobody can argue that he is as good of a lyricist as Cole, most people don’t care. 

I think this phenomenon is most obvious when looking at the history of the XXL Magazine Freshman Class. Now, I don’t think anyone should expect XXL to choose the best rappers from each year. Instead, they choose the hottest rappers of the last year, and it’s pretty objective. When looking at all of the Freshman covers, there is a very gradual trend of “wacker” MCs being chosen each year. Of course, there are great and trash rappers each year, but the proportion of good to bad becomes more offset on each cover. I’m sure a lot of old heads in 2009 cringed when they saw Asher Roth on the same cover as Wale and Curren$y. People probably laughed in 2011 when Lil B was with Kendrick Lamar and Yelawolf. Same with Iggy Azalea, Chief Keef, and Fetty Wap in their respective years. Then 2016′s cover came out, and there was outrage. “Lil Yachty? Lil Uzi Vert? Desiigner? Kodak Black?? 21 Savage??? How the fuck are you going to put these dudes on the same page as Dave East?” I would imagine many people exclaimed as they slammed their canes on the ground and tore the grey beards off their face. Look, lyrically speaking, Lil B is pretty bad. But if you look back to his cypher, he is LIGHTYEARS ahead of most of the rappers on the 2016 list. But as per usual, XXL was right. All of the “bad” rappers from that year had proven to be the most successful rappers of the next year. I predict the same will be true for this year’s class, with rappers like  Playboi Carti, Ugly God, and MadeinTYO having the most impact this year. But if this is anyone’s fault, it is ours, not XXL’s.

Like Lil Wayne, a lot of people hated these “mumble rappers” at first. But artists like Future, Migos, Lil Yachty, and Young Thug are dominating the scene, and are giving way to more and more rappers who (for the most part) don’t really have anything meaningful to say. Even Iggy Azalea had a message (sometimes) and had a flow of a traditional rapper. Now we have lyrics like this, courtesy of Lil Pump:

“100 on my wrist, 80 on my wrist (what?) 100 on my wrist, 80 on my wrist (brr) 100 on my wrist, 80 on my wrist (ooh) 100 on my wrist, 80 on my wrist D Rose, D Rose, D Rose, D Rose D Rose, D Rose, D Rose, D Rose D Rose, D Rose, D Rose, D Rose D Rose, D Rose, D Rose, D Rose”

Wow, what a chorus. Just looking at this, you would think this song is terrible, but it’s pretty lit. And THAT is what is becoming more and more important today. The younger generation does not seem to have as much interest in listening to songs about the struggles of life. They want feel-good, drug-induced party music, which is where these new artists thrive. To be totally fair, Most of these “bad” rappers of today are not making the radio like Lil Wayne and Iggy did. That is a platform still mostly-dominated by great lyricists like Kendrick Lamar and Big Sean. But more of them are making their way into the airways than usual. After reading this, you probably think I don’t like this change. But I really just find it interesting. I listened to Lil Yachty’s “Lil Boat” mixtape almost every day last summer. I knew he wasn’t a great lyricist, but he has had so much influence on me as an artist melodically and production-wise. I would say Eminem is my favorite rapper, but I listen to Yachty and Uzi way more. Why? Because it’s modern and more relatable to my generation. Part of the reason why Eminem was so successful at his time (besides simply being the best) was the amount he created around himself. But the same things about him that the older generation hated were the parts the kids related to the most. But the difference still remains: Eminem is a far superior lyricist to any of the “bad” rappers that I mentioned. I don’t really know why this change is happening, and I certainly don’t want to assume that kids simply don’t want to think that hard. But like the trash rappers before them, I predict they will prove to be on the right side of hip-hop history. 

My last note on this change is that most of these new mumble rappers are blowing up way earlier in their career than generations before them. While rappers like 50 cent had to put out a ton of mixtapes before he got famous, a lot of these rappers are going viral from a couple of songs at the age of 17. Perhaps the poor lyrical skill of these rappers is in part because they have not had any time to develop themselves. Maybe in 2023 Lil Pump will be the new Logic. Only time will tell. 

EDIT: Which brings me to the biggest question of all (thanks to my friend Tyler Goss for helping with this thought) and that is WILL THEY LAST? It’s safe to say that the old heads have pretty much given up on expecting these rappers to be able to freestyle (except XXL, but thats more for the sake of tradition) so there is no one really trying to weed them out. In addition, all these mumble rappers have highly dedicated fans, most of which are the same age as them. These artists make it extremely easy to stay this dedicated because they release music so often and are so involved on social media that it is hard to forget about them, a method taken from Drake. However, what will happen when these fans grow up? Like I said, these rappers may mature into deeper lyricism and a wider subject matter as time goes on, but what if they don’t? 30 year old rap fans (hopefully) are not going to have much interest  in “YEAH I got that ice on my wrist! YEAH I got your bitch on my dick!”. And the newer generation might still be into that, however at that point the artist will be too old for them to really relate to. I think that the best thing that these rappers can do is to grow up WITH their current fans. Trying to act younger than you are (*cough* Jamie Foxx) doesn’t really go well, but showing your fans that you are in the same place in life as them is what keeps them fucking with you. I have no idea if this is the answer, but I know that these rappers are at least living the dream right now.

Check out my ranking of this year’s XXL Freshman Cyphers http://sir-chris-jaxon.tumblr.com/post/162986681526/every-2017-xxl-freshman-cypher-ranked

[n00dl3gal]

Picasso and Street Lamps, Part 6: The One Downside.

Keith comes clean, Lance tries his hardest, and Shiro needs a break.

A continuation to the last chapter.

MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING FOR DYSPHORIA!

Archive of Our Own: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9524369/chapters/22759562

 Don’t get him wrong, going on T is probably the smartest decision Keith ever made.

 If he could get his body to be more like how he pictured himself in his head, he would. It’s a positive he would bear any negative for, and fortunately there aren’t that many.  

 But while the injections are annoying and a little painful, the other downside is a complete and utter BITCH.

 It’s the days when the binder suffocates him, when he wants to take a weed wacker to his longer hair, and the words “dude” and “sir” are answered with a forced smile.

 Dysphoria.

 Shiro, bless his heart, knows the tell-tale signs- Keith struggling to get out of bed, arms wrapped around his chest, baggy sweatshirts and pajama pants- and offers to call him in sick. Keith nods, too weary and anxious to argue. He’s about to go back to sleep when he shoots up, eyes the size of donuts.

 “Lance is coming over tonight!”

 Shiro hums in thought. “Does he know about you?”

 “No… not yet,” Keith admits. He wants to tell his boyfriend, but… Lance is accepting, even if his past lovers weren’t.

 “Maybe today you should,” Shiro says, shutting the door, leaving Keith alone with painful thoughts.

 …

 “Babe? Shiro let me in, where are you?” Lance yells from the opposite end of the apartment.

 Keith groans, stirring from his slumber. “Bedroom.”

 “Oh-ho, gettin’ cheeky are w- Keith? You OK?” The tone in Lance’s voice abruptly shifts when he sees Keith. “Are you sick? Why didn’t you tell me? I could come back some other time-”

 “No, stay,” Keith says, reaching out for Lance weakly. “I-I need to talk to you.”

 Lance sits up on the bed, grabbing Keith’s outstretched palm and squeezing it. “What’s up?”

 Keith plays with the blanket in his spare hand, not meeting Lance’s gaze. “I… today, my d-dysphoria is really bad…” Something hot and wet drips onto the cotton. Shit, he was crying.

 “Dysphoria… wait. Keith, are you trans?” Keith tries to answer, but his voice comes out as nothing but a croak. Instead, he nods, sobbing and rocking as Lance pulls him against his chest. “Why didn’t you tell me?” the Cuban boy whispers.

 Keith buries his head under the curve of Lance’s neck. “Wasn’t sure how you’d r-react… my past boyfriends, they-they got-”

 Lance makes a scoffing noise in the back of his throat. “And you think I’ll dump you over that? C’mon, man, gimme more credit,” he says, pressing a kiss to Keith’s hair. “Babe, you’re a boy. Doesn’t matter what parts you have. ‘Sides, I’m pan, this is win-win.”

 “Not helping, Lance.”

 The taller boy blushes, mumbling an apology. “Point is, I’m not gonna break up with you just because you’re trans. Alright?”

 For the first time all day, Keith smiles. “Than you… you mind staying with me for a bit longer?”

 “Not a problem,” Lance answers, kissing his boyfriend’s lips.

 Dysphoria would always be a problem, and Keith knows this. But being in Lance’s arms… maybe it would be less of one in the future.

For what it’s worth, Lance isn’t trying to insult Keith- because he is pan, he’s cool with his partners having any type of genitalia. He just phrases it wrong.

Next week: I’ve tortured you all long enough, so back to our usual klance fluff.