#frankly if anyone on this dash is killing him it's me

[houserautha]

With all the different asks about feyd as a dad is making me want to see the TDE feyd and reader as parents :( But I can wait so take your time and stay healthy^^

-🍳 Anon

(You are so sweet)

And they will be the most messy, chaotic, best parents ever😂

You will see a glimpse of them as parents in TDE!

And I can give you a little snippet of future them. I can imagine them having a situation reminiscent of The Incredibles when Dash gets in trouble😂

“Your son got in trouble at school today,” you say, leveling a pointed look at the before-mentioned from across the dinner table.

Your husband, who has varying ideas about what trouble is, stabs his knife into his cut of meat. “What kind of trouble?”

Your son glances at you. With a sniff of disapproval, you sit in your seat across from him. “I didn’t do it. You tell him.”

“I…” he takes a sudden interest in his vegetables, dragging his fork through them. “I was in a fight.”

“A fight?” Feyd’s brow raises.

“With Ress, that nobleman’s boy,” you add.

“Ah, yes, his father is a pain in my —" Feyd fields a glare from you, then clears his throat, “neck. How did the fight happen? Did you win?”

Your son perks up slightly. You frown and open your mouth to protest but your son’s eagerness is even louder.

“He told me that I was spoiled because I was the Baron’s son.” Your son’s face screws up in an exact mimic of your husband’s when he’s angry. “So I punched him.”

Feyd lets out a delighted laugh. “What happened next?”

“Feyd, no —”

“He tried to defend himself but he was too slow, I don’t think he’s ever fought anyone before,” you son remarks with disdain.

“Did you keep your elbows tucked in?”

“Of course.”

“You punch him in the nose?”

“The throat,” your son says.

You can feel the entire situation slipping from your fingers. “The point is that —”

“Did he bleed?” Feyd leans forward, a wicked glint in his eye. “Did he lose consciousness? I’ve felt your hits. Only one would probably kill that poor bastard.”

“Feyd —”

“He dropped like a fly,” your son tells him, pleased. “And then, guess what? He pissed himself! Right there in front of everyone.”

Your son and Feyd erupt into laughter, much to your chagrin. You slam your fist down on the table, rattling the silverware and effectively silencing both of them.

“You are in trouble, son. If you are to rule, you must learn to deal with your words first before your fists. And need I remind you to watch your language?”

“I’m sorry, Mama,” your son says. He lowers his gaze.

“And you.” You turn your attention to Feyd, who looks equally sheepish to be the subject of your ire. “You will sit here and speak to your son about the importance of controlling his temper. I’m going to our chambers to eat.”

You snatch up your plate and stalk off, disgusted and, frankly, exhausted. Before the doors swing shut behind you, though, you catch Feyd fist bumping your son under the table.

[whistleloves]

HONKAI IMPACT MATCHUP FOR MY DEAREST, @drxgonspine

(I’m putting all this here because if I write this in an ask I’m gonna probably fuck it up.)

SMART PEOPLE:

Dan Heng

Romantic

Dan Heng is that really quiet guy in the back of your history class who always does exceptionally well on every test. If you were to peak over his shoulder and look into his notebook, everything would be color coded and catalogued with the skill of someone far older than he appears. He’s smart as all get out and would much rather spend his time adding to the Data bank than trifling with silly matters. He fits the bill of an incredibly smart individual decently well, and his stoic demeanor eerily remind me of Albedo at times. He’s certainly not above teasing though, and will sometimes make a remark towards those he considers a good friend. I could see you two discussing whatever topics you’re currently enthralled in with each other. He would listen to you prattle on about chemistry will diligently writing down any information that’s new to him.

Aventurine

Platonic

Aventurine is a peculiar man with a dashing sense of style and an incredibly self destructive nature. He’s quick to bet with his life and it usually works out for him. He’s blessed with a mysterious string of luck, and a horrific life. He’s a peacock incarnate and truly shows with how he carries himself. Though he may at first seem like an arrogant, self serving, conniving individual, he harbors just as much fear as anyone else. I can see a relationship with him being either romantic and platonic, though I’m leaning more platonic. Having his favor would likely mean he’d lavish you greatly with anything he could provide. He knows poverty, and he doesn’t seem to have any intention of experiencing it again. He’s witty, sarcastic, and would easily keep up with any banter you throw at him. Though of course, he’s lost so much that was dear to him, he’d be incredibly protective. As a friend (a true one at least, sometimes he says friend and means pawn.) he would cherish the bond deeply. Though he wouldn’t dare let you too close at first, he might slowly open up. This man is sneaky and strategic, and his boss fight killed my husband a few times before I did actually beat him. So I’m mad at his ass rn >:(

Kafka

Romantic

Kafka is the kind of woman who would tell you to sit down and a whole legion of people would salute and oblige. She is honestly terrifying, and off the charts smart. The way she speaks makes even ME, one of the straightest women on the planet, think “Mommy?” Her plans extend far past what the average mind can conceive, but she somehow carries herself with a sense of humor. She balances out the severity of her actions and words with a strange lack of seriousness at times. She would let you vent to her about a bad day and by the need you’d feel leagues better than before, and she’d give you some great advice to boot. She too can keep up with witty banter easily, though she may just surpass you a bit too easily. She scares me quite frankly.

THE DUMB PERSON:

Sampo Koski

Romantic/Platonic

Sampo is kinda just Sampo honestly. There’s not too much behind that goofy demeanor but a lot of well meaning scheming. He’s never an antagonist, but he certainly isn’t the most morally correct all the time. He’s goofy, well meaning, and a bit slippery. He probably gives fantastic hugs while mumbling about whatever shenanigans he got up to that day specifically.

[cannebady]

I've seen a lot of commentary going around regarding whether Izzy's death is a "bury your gays" trope, or if it was a cheap plot device for Ed's absolution, and that's not what this post is about.

Another criticism was that the crew, as well as Stede and Ed, didn't really grieve - it was just wham-bam funeral-wedding-inn ma'am, and that is what this post is about.

To be entirely honest, grief is a weird experience. I had a pretty traumatic year recently which involved, among other losses, the death of my parents a handful of months apart. In the immediate aftermath of both incidents, I did not react the way I would've thought. Where I thought there'd be sobbing and unending tears, a lot of time there was just silence, and a lot of staring blankly, and, quite frankly, a lot of just getting on with it.

I think that's the thing people don't tell you about grieving. Your world kind of stops and starts moving slow, but the world around you goes on as normal. While you get a slight reprieve while taking care of services, mostly the world expects you to just kind of carry on. Death makes people uncomfortable, so we're tacitly taught not to talk about it. People don't know what to say, so they say nothing. So you have this whole experience going on in your head where your world is fundamentally different, emptier, than it's ever been but it isn't something we're given the script to talk about.

This is to say that, yeah, the show had some time constraints and budget issues which meant that they may not have been able to do as much as they'd have wanted. However, in the immediate aftermath of a loss like that, it may not look horribly different.

Someone is gone and you're carrying them with you, but there's work to be done, and things to be planned, and things to be celebrated that don't lose their luster because of the loss.

For me, grief was a mad-dash to get things settled before suffering another loss. It wasn't until many months later that it really hit me and the tears started and just wouldn't stop. And grief isn't the same for everyone.

So it may not be that no one cared. It may not be they didn't have time to show it. It may just mean that these characters haven't gotten very far into the grieving process and it'll take time for the more publicized versions of grief to manifest.

I think, instead, that the fact that Ed couldn't have Izzy far from him, even if he was giving up pirating, that the crew, even those like Zheng and Auntie who barely knew Izzy, made time for the funeral despite there being a veritable war going on against them, that everyone passed around the grave marker, are ways to honor a life they'll miss.

The funeral isn't the culmination of grieving, it's merely the first public confirmation of it.

Grieving is lifelong, and it's a testament to the love held for someone who's passed on.

There's no right or wrong way to view it, and this isn't a criticism of anyone who felt that it wasn't handled well (I'm devastated about Izzy and I hate that he was killed, for reference), just an opinion on how grieving culminates in a variety of ways. Perhaps, if we're lucky enough to get a S3, we'll see a bit more of how they're handling the absence of someone they loved, not just the loss.

[hibiscuslynx]

hi it’s me again. (the anon who said i liked seeing you on my dash) i love hockey and baseball (really any sport atp), and have noticed you do as well, so do you have any New Jersey and New York sports headcanons?

HI! WELCOME BACK! AND OH BROTHER (or sibling/sister) DO I EVER !!!!!!

when that hudson river rivalry hits >>>>>>>>>>>>>

devils/rangers rivalry goes fucking crazzyyyyy in the statehouse yeah its not buffalo but tables are still being broken alright. noses too. you shouldve SEEN the shit that hudson river rivalry was getting up to in the 2010s . nj/ny r the same fucking way btw. fighting ur long-esteemed rival every time your teams meet >>>>>>>>>. i like to think this extends to devils/islanders and devils/sabres matches too bc thats all still new york even tho the rivalry isnt as strong there in the actual sport but i want these goofers to have fun soooo. i say they get really into those matches too. they use sports as a way to ✨bond✨ even though they would kill me if i said that.

nj does not have a baseball team so i imagine he isnt the biggest baseball fan in the world. definitely a hockey, football, and (college) basketball guy to me. new york, on the other hand, may quite possibly be the biggest baseball fan you have ever seen.

did you guys know. that the new york jets and the new york giants play in the same stadium. THE SAME STADIUM!!!! they literally live in the same fucking house. thats crazy. and you know where that stadium is? IN NEW JERSEY. new york is just leeching off of new jersey atp. maybe thats why he’s such a ride or die for the bills actually bc its the one team he has that actually you know is in new york.

i also think they actually play sports yk . the NE has some damn good hockey matches . nj & ny both play forward, nj more of a gritty(ha) fiery guy who does the tough work and quite frankly a little bit of a pest. likes to get under your skin. sneaky good shot. winger, plays either side. ny, on the other hand, is a two-way forward, center, plays damn good defensive and offensive hockey, can double as an offensive defenseman too. u can find him all over the ice, in the right spots, doing what he needs to be doing. not known for his hits but lays good ones.

they also play football too !! i know jackshit about football though so i could not tell you what positions they play. all i know is quarterback 😭 is it basic of me to say ny quarterback? who knows. i dont!

looping back to hockey. theyre both diehard proponents that you should not take fighting out of hockey . mfs r projecting over here. new jersey threatens suicide every time his team does badly. he alternates between being mad at his team for sucking and then muttering “im gonna fucking kill myself” afterwards. (i know you didnt ask abt PA but he does the same. there’s this tweet thats like ‘every person ive ever met from philadelphia is a lovely person who casually expresses suicidal ideation within 2 minutes of talking anout their sports team’ and its the funniest thing in the world to me. does this tie into new jersey hcs? technically, yes, bc i hc theyre brothers ^_^ enough of that tangent) new york does not do that . i just dont feel like hes that kinda guy! he is very passionate about his teams tho. they both are tbh!

this is kind of all over the place but i hope you enjoy anon ^_^ and anyone who happens to read this. this is mostly about hockey SORRY thats what i know and love LMAO

[vegasandhishedgehog]

Bad buddy and/or Kinnporsche for the show thingy please? ✨

Bad Buddy:

Favorite character: Pran

Funniest character: Pat and Pran, especially together

Best looking character: Pat, Ink

3 favorite ships: PatPran, InkPa, WaiKorn

Least favorite character: Ming

Least favorite ship: WaiPa (does anyone seriously ship that though?)

Reason why I watch it: Frankly, PatPran's choice to live their relationship on their own terms was inspired to me. They're the worst kept secret, but they really said "fuck you, we're doing this secret relationship for funsies now and whatever we're about is our fucking business." I LOVE THAT. I love the portrayal of Pat's bi awakening, it's so real to me. I love InkPa. I love Nong Nao and the fact Pat continues to sleep with him as an adult. I can't get enough of this show and my love for both the characters and the story.

Why I started watching it: I saw gifs of it on my dash and got really intrigued by PatPran. I had recently gotten a cancellation in another fandom and they seemed like a lot of fun and I'm glad I gave them a chance because they opened me to a side of queer media that I will be enjoying for years to come.

Also I made this MV and I'm really proud of it because it's such a mood lifter

Kinnporsche:

Favorite character: Pete, Vegas, Kim, Big

Funniest character: Porsche, Pete, PetePorsche

Best looking character: Vegas, Kim, Tay

3 favorite ships: VegasPete, KimChay, Kinn x Killing Korn

Least favorite character: Korn

Least favorite ship: ??????? Listen there's a lot of really good weird and freaky mixes here and they're all interesting to some level (TimeTay)

Reason why I watch it: this is the biggest mix of camp, sex, heartbreak, and the most bonkers bullshit you'll ever see and that's just the show. Wait until you hear about it's CONCEPTION. And the concerts??? Also, I have crushes on 15 men and one adopted son. I have daily meltdowns over VegasPete still. Bible Wichapas and Jeff Satur have ruined my life (and my camera roll). I've made amazing friends here.

Why I started watching it: I think I saw gifs of episode 2 and Porsche's inflatable tube man mannerisms were pretty fuckin great. But ultimately someone on my dash posted after episode 4 (I WILL FIND YOU WHIEVER YOU WERE SINCE I FORGOT) and I quote: "they had sex!!!!! dicks in butts" and I said yeah okay subscribing to iQiyi now.

Here's the VegasPete video I made that got me shadowbanned the first time I tried posting it!

[tiredassmage]

Not sure if you want these as ask, or in the comments of the post, but here: 🖊️ + Leo.

Send me a “🖊+an OC“ and I will talk about that OC!

Leo's hiding quite a bit of insecurity and uncertainty underneath a fairly casual veneer - which in and of itself isn't exactly a secret to most of us ooc viewers anymore, I think, but I've been really in my feelings about what, exactly, those kind of... worries and fears are lately, so I think I'll take this opportunity to try to put some of it into words.

Just dipping a toe into Chapter Two of the class story for Seasons related objectives brought back around that the war between the Empire and the Republic isn't quite so cold and distant anymore. Things are starting to heat up, and Leo's about to spend a lot more time in warzones than he'd ever like to do again.

Part of it is definitely still nerves about what little he's managed to start to get together about his life unraveling if his family ties back to Ziost made it back up the Imperial food chain. But the other half of it is just... the trauma from having been in the fighting before. While I don't expect to dig too graphically deep into what all those issues entail, we'll pop the rest of the post under the cut and talk a little bit more about where, exactly, Leo's army-related ptsd is coming from.

A lot of it is from losing his unit - the last deployment he had before Begeren and meeting Dash easily could've killed him as well, but it did kill essentially all of the squad he'd grown used to serving with, save for a couple upper level, less frontline officers that remained to... try to reign him back in the aftermath, but we're getting a tiny bit ahead of ourselves with that.

So this is the point where it feels kinda important to establish there's nothing Leo would ever consider 'heroic' about himself. Quite frankly, he has a... less than stellar self-image that usually runs more along the lines of selfish, short-tempered, and... a bit of a general mess who doesn't really have a grasp on what he's doing with life. And he wasn't ever happy in the Imperial Army, but that doesn't mean he wasn't close enough to some of the other people he ended up serving with. Leo has a really difficult time vocalizing it, I think, but the part that troubles him the most about that deployment was that he wasn't able to do anything to save his squad. A Sith's orders aren't to be questioned - and he tried, tried to get anyone to see a little reason instead of sending them headfirst into a problem well over their heads. But none of them were exactly keen to test that Sith Lord's patience - Leo included - and... it got a lot of people killed. It very easily could have also killed him. In the grand scheme of things, he's lucky he just came out with scarring and damaged hearing that the family's money was able to treat with some cybernetics.

Leo isn't particularly good at speaking up in general, I think. For all the times he was shut down trying to reason with family, and for all that Imperial loyalty is taught to be pretty absolute without questions above your own station, I think he still tends to expect he's going to be shut down, so he doesn't even tend to reach for the language to try to talk about things until it's... kind of bubbled over and he can't really run from his feelings anymore about it. It's easier to cover hurt and doubts with a lighter sense of humor that isn't as likely to get him examined from every angle.

Of course, Dash and Liv know him better than most... And they've seen more of those uncertainties - whether he really spoke to them or not at the time. So they're a little better equipped to know what kind of buttons need pushed, so to speak, for him to start unraveling his own tongue.

He's no revolutionary though. And he's no patriot. He isn't really out here to pick sides in the war - because that's terrifying to get involved in. He knows the Empire really shouldn't be winning any sort of galactic control, but... Leo's still a little more concerned with the little picture aspects. He's barely got his own life together, so he's no model citizen. He's worried about his sister. He's worried about Dash. He's worried about this weird little hodgepodge gang that's started to attach themselves to him and his freighter like a bunch of uninvited barnacles (they're... growing on him. In the metaphorical sense and in the sense that, yes... they're starting to feel more like friends than happenstance business partners). These are the kinds of things Leo needs to prioritize for himself. If he happens into helping the Republic along the way, then so be that, so long as it doesn't involve a whole extra haul's worth of unnecessary risk to this little band of people he cares about. He's not really sure he's willing to shoulder that risk and lose any of them for 'a cause.'

And that, too, admittedly, kinda scares him. And shames him, in some measure. In his eyes, Liv holds her ideals with both hands with a steady grip. He knows him and Dash aren't perfect people, but if Leo had to pick out of the two of them who was better, it'd be Dash without hesitation.

Life's better with some feelings out in the open about him and Dash's relationship and some progress with his own crew, but there's still a fair amount of elements and ways that Leo still feels like he's sort of just managing to keep his head above water about, and that's something only to really be remedied with by time and a bit of patience - more experience on what life looks like now with these sorts of changes in play. He's got people he doesn't want to disappoint in his life again and coming back around to that makes it a bit easier to fight the more negative and anxious memories and thoughts floating around up there in that head of his.

[empiriical]

its not sunday for me yet but people are being horny on my dash again, so here are some quick miscellaneous nsfw headcanons for the muses:

jacuzzi. he doesn't have a particularly high sex drive, but y'know. he's a 19-23 year old boy. it's more that he doesn't think about sex that much. when he's in a more stable relationship, he enjoys it. there's nothing particularly spicy about sex with jacuzzi, but he's not bad at it either. it's intimate, it's a way of showing affection for his partner, && it feels good. he does cry, as you'd expect. he is usually pretty timid about it, && needs the other person to take the reins, but that can change as he gets more comfortable.

elmer. i'm gonna be honest, i've been thinking about this for a long time && i truly think elmer is ace. honestly, i don't think he's ever experienced sexual attraction, or if he has, he wouldn't really be able to recognize it — similar to how he is with romantic attraction. that being said, he doesn't shy away from sex either, regardless of gender, other than being cautious about letting the other person see his scars, && even then, he'd likely just leave his shirt on. he'd gladly have sex if it made the other person happy, && he can even enjoy it, but it's a very utilitarian thing for him.

maiza. maiza is... complicated. he's only attracted to men, for starters, && i do think he had sex some in his youth (though probably with women, at least primarily, although i can see a world where he slept with men as part of his personal rebellion), but after coming to north america, he really... didn't. && quite frankly, probably doesn't again until the 2000s (assuming a relationship with ronny; beyond that, idk). maybe a handful of times here or there but you could probably count them on two if not one hand. sex is the furthest thing from maiza's mind, && his sex drive is incredibly low. when he does have sex, it's recreational, && very much used as a way to relax. in fact, there's probably nothing that unwinds him && helps him loose all the tension he carries more than sex. but similarly to jacuzzi, it's more about the closeness && intimacy with his partner. i've said this before but he laughs a lot.

ladd. he needs to be in control, all the time. he loves a good power struggle, but he'd gonna be ticked off if he loses. that's not necessarily a bad thing, && he enjoys it regardless, but if he had his way, he'd be in control the whole time. ladd isn't the kind of guy who thinks with his dick, nor would i define him as hypersexual, but also a lot of things are inherently sexual to him — murder, for one. blood, fighting, etc. he's not above pain && sadism, but only if the other person wanted that... though it's unlikely he'd go for someone who didn't, at least a little. he knows his limits, && takes care to know his partner's limits too. that being said, he's fantasized about killing his lovers during sex... whether he'd actually do it is debatable, but it's a nice thought.

berga. he can be fairly gentle, despite his strength, but there's a lot of spirit — that's just kinda what happens naturally between him && kalia, even in their day to day lives, so naturally it continues into the bedroom. bickering, && a bit of a power struggle as well (kalia usually wins). things tend to get pretty feisty.

claire. he's similar to ladd in some ways, though less extreme. claire has the capacity to be extremely gentle, but he definitely enjoys some liveliness, && a little bit of competition. honestly, he's not that experienced. his personality tends to be too off-putting to get to this stage with anyone, && i don't really see him as the kind of guy who just hooks up with people.

tick. this man has not fucked, does not fuck, && probably will not fuck, although it's not that he wouldn't... it's just not on his mind. if he did, though... he'd probably be a little into pain (on the inflicting end), out of curiosity more than anything else. it's not something he'd do without his partner being equally enthusiastic && on board, though.

esperanza. well. ok. honestly, like tick, he has not, does not, && probably will not. sure, he would have sex if a woman very directly asked him to, but the truth is, he's afraid of engaging intimately with women, for fear of disrespecting, violating, or otherwise being unintentionally harmful or predatory toward them. as much as he reveres women, he would prefer to keep his distance. && frankly, i don't think he has an especially high sex drive or even interest. there's a world where eventually he does get married, && have sex out of obligation to produce an heir && continue the family line, but otherwise, he stays staunchly unattached. he would never initiate anything, not even romantically. the only time i can see this changing is in an immortal/modern au, after he's come to terms with his complex gender identity, but even then... honestly, given everything that happened to monica, i don't see a world where approaching a woman in a sexual capacity wouldn't make him horribly uncomfortable.

aging. she fucks so much. i mean, maybe she doesn't have a lot of opportunities — being an assassin among other things keeps her busy, but this is a big hell yeah. she's very enthusiastic, has a lot of energy. she likes to show off her strength in bed. she's the kind of person people would be like "step on me!!" to. not saying it's happened, but that's just the energy she gives off. she's not the type to settle down into a monogamous relationship, so she has a lot of one-night stands, friends with benefits, etc. she's just here for a good time tbh.

jean-pierre. he's one of the people we know has canonically fucked a lot. which is honestly really funny to me. anyway, i wish i could say he has all the charm, charisma, && seductive allure of a stereotypical bard, given that that's more or less what he is — as far as poetry && storytelling goes, anyway — but he does not. he's like one of the most pathetic guys around. he's incredibly boring in the bedroom but also just like... good at sex, && he's a local celebrity, so... yeah. he's not even particularly horny. idk. he's an enigma to me.

[downspiral]

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[jaeminzie]

what do you desire? | n.jm

↳ na jaemin x gender neutral!reader

synopsis: a single tutoring session to help a failing na jaemin earned you a ticket to receive whatever you want. so what will it be?

genre: fluff

word count: 2,082

part of ‘the dreamies in hogwarts’ series

“don’t you feel any sympathy for me?!” jaemin’s voice bounced on the walls, making your ears rings for the nth time for the past ten minutes of him following you around campus. “professor vector will kill me if i fail another arithmancy exam!” his voice seems louder than before indicating that he got closer to your moving body.

you groaned as your legs began to feel like jelly after brisk walking the entire school. halting your steps and turning your body sharply to face the distressed boy, making the ends of your blue hinted robe swing into the air. “well, if only you studied-“

“-and that’s exactly why i need you to help me.” the boy dressed in green took a few steps to get closer to you and reached for your hands (which you gladly pulled away from him) with pleading eyes. “i promise i won’t waste your time, i’ll for sure get a good grade if you help me.” that stupid, beautiful smile of his made a small appearance, making you roll your eyes at his act of flattery.

“and what do i get from it?” you crossed your arms and glared him down which made the boy frown. “as a tutor, i need some form of payment.”

jaemin’s head fell back as he let out a laugh, giving you a perfect view of his exposed neck accessorized with a dainty gold necklace that complimented his beauty so well. “isn’t it obvious?” he looked at you with a raised eyebrow, expecting you to know what the hell he was talking about. he continued to look at you until the silence became unbearably long, he scoffed, “you get to spend time with me, of course!”

your mouth gaped open at his words and the seriousness of his face, “goodbye, jaemin.” dropping your arms to your side, you turned away from his body and began walking at your previous speed only to be pulled back when jaemin grabbed your hand and turned you around by your waist.

he immediately removed his hands off of you when he noticed the flare in your eyes. “okay okay, i was kidding.” scratching his neck, jaemin was thankful it was nighttime since you weren’t able to see his crimson red cheeks nor see the way his eyes glistened as he admired your features underneath the moonlight. “i’ll do whatever you want, i don’t care what it is — literally anything your heart desires. promise.” he lifted his pinky finger up and looked at you seriously.

you pondered at his offer and smirked once you realized that jaemin has a meaty wallet while you had a long shopping list of supplies to check off at dervish and banges. “fine.” jaemin’s smile couldnt be contained at your word, you held up a finger to shush his incoherent noises of excitement. “i cannot be seen with you.”

his smile dropped and placed his hands on his waist, “well, that’s insulting.”

“you expect me to be with you in broad daylight when you have an entire cult of students who would kill one another to receive a one-second glance from you?” you roll your eyes when jaemin begins to smirk, feeling his ego inflating. “we meet after hours at the astronomy tower tomorrow night.”

“y/n, if you want to get with me, just tell me — you don’t need to use our tutor sesh as an exc-“

you scoffed and turned around to walk toward the ravenclaw common room, leaving the boy to talk to himself in the empty corridor.

you shake your head to yourself. why, just why are you doing this.

—

two days later, you sat in study hall fighting your heavy eyelids and limp neck. the first tutor session with jaemin consisted of one sided conversations and flirting since the boy cannot get a hint. though, there were times where he’d impress you with his ability to learn things quickly.

your friend nudged your shoulder and ‘pst’-ed at you. “did you hear about last night?” she spoke quietly, making sure not to disturb the people around you.

you looked at her briefly before closing your eyes to gain some sort of relief from your exhaustion. “don't know, and frankly, i don’t care.”

“well, na jaemin from slytherin house has a significant other.”

you giggled to yourself because there’s no way a boy with such a bad game could score a date when you weren’t even willing to have tutoring with him. “yeah yeah.”

your friend whisper-yelled, “and they’re from our house!” your eyes immediately widened. “right! they were seen walking around past bedtime by gryffindor’s head boy, mark lee, when he was told to make sure there were no students awake.”

you sat up straight, fully awake, shaking your head. “you think anyone is stupid enough to walk around hogwarts at night?”

“a ravenclaw at that.” your friend shrugged. “mark only saw jaemin’s face and the blue details of the other’s robe, he sucks at lying so.”

“bogus.” you huffed.

“what?” she gave you a teasing smile. “jealous? you like him or something?”

you fake laughed at your friend and discreetly began writing a note before gathering your supplies and dismissing yourself. you scanned the room, walking your way to the man of the hour and slipped the note on the table he sat alone at. you wasted no time dashing out the hall, making sure you didn’t look suspicious since jaemin had eyes on him every second and you seriously did not feel like being mauled right now.

jaemin watched your body disappear through the doors and frowned at how you didn’t bother to speak a single word to him before leaving. he fiddled with the small piece of paper before opening it up, smiling as he read the words.

astronomy tower, same time. don’t be late.

—

jaemin’s body turned around in an instant when he heard the wooden floor of the tower creaking, already showcasing his smirk. “what do we have here?” he questioned your late arrival when you were so persistent on being on time yourself.

you couldn’t respond as you were trying to catch your breath after enduring the dreadful flight of stairs.

jaemin smiled endearingly at your state, walking up to you slowly, “i’ll let it slide because you’re too cute.” he ended his sentence with a small boop on your nose, still keeping his smile on his face. “what's the occasion, we didn’t plan to study? you couldn’t get enough of me, huh.”

finally maintaining a stable breathing pattern, “you wish.”

jaemin chuckled and wiped his nose with his thumb, “you’re right, i do wish that.” the octave of his voice dropped even lower, making your knees weak and your act harder to play. “i’m guessing you heard the rumors.”

you snapped your head up to look at him. “you knew?” he responded silently with a nod. “aren't you friends with that mark guy?” another nod. “if people find out it’s me, i’ll be dead.”

“when people find out it’s you.” he corrected you.

you let out a breathy laugh and he stood so closely to you that the air hit his face, making the front strands of his hair swing back. “you’re funny.”

his smirk dropped and was replaced with a small smile. “i got an ‘a’ on my exam, by the way.”

your mood shifted at his words, the smile on your face was so bright that jaemin believed the moonlight couldn’t even compete against you. when you realize you’ve been smiling for an abnormal amount of time, you cleared your throat and brushed his shoulder with yours as you walked past him toward the metal railings. “good job.” you rested your elbows on the metal and took in the fresh air and the beautiful view from the tower.

jaemin’s footsteps were slow as he made his way behind you, he stood directly behind you with his hands in his pockets. “thanks to you.” he breathed against your hair, making your heart race. “so, what does your heart desire, y/n?”

you. you thought to yourself.

his hands reached over to lean them against the railing, making his chest press against your back. “i can turn down the rumors if that’s what you really want.”

you tried to stabilize your breathing, you wanted nothing more than to crumble into the floor as you felt your face and neck become warmer. “no.” you spat out, wincing silently at yourself for the impulsive decision. clearing your throat, “it’s fine.”

you couldn’t see but jaemin was smiling as he felt your ragged breathing against his chest, and saw how your fingers nervously fiddled with the railing in front of your bodies. wanting to have more fun and test your buttons, he questioned, “why is that?” he lowered his head so his chin was resting on your shoulder, he could feel the heat of your cheeks radiate and you felt the heat from the tip of his ears touch your bare neck.

“just cause. to save you from trouble.” you mumbled.

“and what about my cult?”

“i don’t care anymore.”

“so you don’t care if i-“ he placed a delicate kiss on the side of your neck. “-in front of them?”

your breath audibly hitched at his actions, and you swore he could feel your heart pounding through your back. you could only hummed at him.

he removed his hands off of the railing and wrapped his arms around your waist, securing his hold on you. “i knew it.” he spoke softly right into your ear.

caressing your body, he moved his hands on your sides and maneuvered your body to face him and placed your back against the rusty metal. “i like you too.”

you laughed at the dreamy eyes he’s giving you and the overflowing confidence in his tone of voice. “you sound so sure of yourself.”

he quirked an eyebrow. “are you saying that i’m wrong?”

you purse your lips at him and chose not to answer his question to tease him.

jaemin’s face moved closer to yours, nose brushing against each other and lips gazing one another. “that’s what i thought.” his lips brushed yours as he spoke, and you could feel the butterflies unleash out of their cocoons and soar through your entire body.

you were prepared to let out a snarky remark but you lost your train of thought once you felt his plump lips engulf your soft ones. jaemin’s grip on your hips tightened as he pulled you closer to him while your hands moved up his torso, chest, and landed underneath his jaw. the movements of your lips never ceased as both of you finally grew tired of hiding your feelings toward each other — well mainly your feelings, jaemin wasn’t the most discreet with his.

the sounds of your lips and heavy breathing filled the tower. jaemin pulled away just to kiss the skin around your lips and down your neck, his hands slithered around and found a place on your lower back. you sighed contently at the sensation of his wet lips against the cold skin of your neck.

his kissing gradually came to a stop, he looked up at you with a tired smile and shining eyes. you both admired the view in front of each other before the tinted red boy pulled you into a hug, hand in your hair while yours caressed his broad back.

“i thought of my wish.” you pulled back from the hug to look him in the eye but kept your arms secure around his waist, jaemin copied your moves.

jaemin looked around, pretending to think. “hmm, what could it be?”

you pinched his side slightly, making his addictive giggle erupt out of him. “my heart desires a date.”

jaemin’s smile grew. “no way, me too. how convenient is that!”

you rolled your eyes at his antics, biting a smile.

“and also for you to protect me from your little cult.” jaemin laughed at your words but both of you knew you were being serious.

he nodded and hummed. “whatever your heart desires, i shall grant it.”

you cringed at his language. “gross, don’t do that.” slapping a hand against his chest while laughing. jaemin brought up his left hand to hold yours placed on his chest, grabbing it, caressing it with his thumb, and bringing it up to his lips to gently place a lingering kiss right on the back of your hand.

“whatever your heart desires.”

[nanamixxkento]

“never letting you out of my sight” (Nanami x Female Reader)

Rating: T

Content Warning: Referenced past sexual harrasment from an authority figure

Word Count: 2,002 words

A/N: this is my first time writing for the JJK fandom! Please be nice ✨

You had gone with Nanami to the mall to grab a bite before heading for Jujutsu High to meet Gojo and Itadori.

Nanami was not in charge of you, and you’d long since graduated Jujutsu High. He tended to act more like a friendly guide and yet, unbidden, the ‘sensei’ honorific would slip out despite your intentions sometimes.

Like now.

Nanami didn’t look offended, he rarely did. He simply regarded you out of the corner of his eyes, body lax. “I have to wonder, do I really look like a teacher figure all that much? I didn’t think so before you and Yuji.”

And you’d almost stammered with embarrassment as you apologised.

“I sure do hope it’s not a bossy attitude on my part,” Nanami mused, sending you into another round of hasty but heartfelt apologies.

“Relax, y/n, I’m just messing with you,” he cracked a small smile. “I think it’s cute.”

Cute. The word thundered in your ears for a moment as your stomach swarmed with butterflies. You mused that it would be wholly inappropriate to respond with ‘I think you’re cute’ and refrained from making that comment.

Instead, you said: “Please don’t tease me, Nanami-san.”

“Ah,” he said lightly, with an airy chuckle. “I’m starting to think I prefer sensei. Maybe it’s growing on me.”

Nanami led you up the escalators, eyes scanning cursorily around. The mall was unusually crowded for this time of the week, but you should still be able to grab what you needed in time before your meeting.

You weren’t really paying attention to your surroundings, your entire focus taken by Nanami’s commanding presence. That was your first mistake.

Your second mistake was pausing by the elegant display of evening gowns to admire the sleek, black dress on the mannequin. Nanami, in his unique brand of kindness, suggested you stay behind to take a look while he ordered your food.

Unfortunately, you were too busy dwelling in the warm, fluttery feelings this man inspired to notice just who else was in the shop.

The familiar voice reached you several long minutes into your trip, sounding just a few racks away.

Your entire body went cold, and instantly numb as you recognised the nasally tenor of your ex-boss. Blood rushed loudly in your ears, and for a few moments that felt like a small eternity, fear left you too paralysed to even move.

This was the man that had tried to ruin your life and very nearly succeeded. The man who had abused your need for a job to get away with doing whatever he wished. The man who had ... who had ...

Your eyes stung with the memory of  hot, clammy hands on your shoulders, touching you without heed to your feelings or consent.

The voice drew closer, slamming you into your body with another jolt of trepidation.

You did not want to see him. You never wanted to see him again.

Spinning around, you dashed behind another rack, heart hammering. He was sniggering loudly with someone on the phone, bringing back more unpleasant memories of all the times you’d ask him to stop being inappropriate only for him to laugh loudly, like your request was silly. “Y/n we’re friends,” he would say condescendingly. “This is what friends do, no?”

You turned another corner, trying to make it to the exit unnoticed, when in your haste you knocked over a mannequin. You stood frozen, shocked and mortified, as you stared at the mess you’d made.

That was your third mistake.

“Y/n?”

It would be wholly undignified to start crying, wouldn’t it? You thought cynically as you slowly turned around to face that monster.

You refused to waver, to show your fear. “Yes?”

“It is you!” He cried, taking a step closer and instinctively making you take a step back. “Long time no see!”

He took another step forward, which you mirrored again by taking a step back. His face was twisting into an ugly smile that barely hid the underlying sneer. “Come on now don’t be like that, is this how you treat your friends? Come on and give me a hug, sweetheart.”

You opened your mouth to snap at him, to say ‘over my dead fucking body’ when a gentle palm settled over your shoulder.

You barely managed not to jump.

“Y/n,” Nanami’s self-assured baritone washed over you. The sudden all-encompassing relief it bought nearly toppled you off your feet. “Your food is starting to get cold.”

Looking at him made your heart shake. He had an unreadable expression on his face, a slight pinch to the corner of his mouth. He must’ve read your fear in your eyes for his features hardened as he turned to regard your company. “And who might this be?”

Opening and closing your mouth, you floundered, no words passing from your lips but for the hesitant mutter of Nanami’s name.

Your ex-boss, in his usual arrogant fashion, nearly sneered at Nanami as he addressed you. “Aren’t you going to tell him sweetheart?”

It was enough to set your blood boiling with anger. With Nanami at your side, the fear receded to allow indignation to take its place. “Don’t call me that.”

Nanami’s hand tightened imperceptibly on your shoulder.

Your ex-boss didn’t heed your wish. “Aw don’t be like that, sweetheart—“

“I think,” Nanami said icily, cutting him off. “That she just told you to not call her that.”

The frigidness radiating off him made your ex-boss straighten and regard Nanami curiously.

And then a sick smile slowly spread over his face, his eyes taking in Nanami’s suit, his hand on your shoulder, his expensive watch and finally his eyes. “Ah,” he said like it all suddenly made sense. “He’s your new boss isn’t he? Gone to play toy to another man, y/n? Does he treat you better? Does he pay you better to use your—“

You gasped as Nanami smoothly stalked forward, grabbing your ex-boss by his meticulous oriental-tie and yanked him closer, nearly lifting the man off his feet.

“Okay, let’s make one thing clear here,” Nanami said, voice unwavering but body coiled with what you recognised as anger. “I don’t know who you are. Frankly, I don’t give a fuck who you are. But this conversation is over. Turn around, and walk away. I won’t give you another chance.”

You watched as your boss glared at Nanami hatefully for a long moment as your heart raced and raced, and more butterflies—and crap, maybe some arousal too—flooded you.

But then his hateful gaze settled on you and he opened his mouth to no doubt make another scathing remark.

Sooner than he could talk, Nanami’s long fingers were framing his jaw and forcefully directing your ex-boss’s gaze back to him. “Don’t even look at her.”

Your ex-boss finally relented, yanking Nanami’s hand away and stepping back to fix his suit. “Fine,” he spat. “I hope you enjoy your useless toy. Pathetic.”

You and Nanami watched him walk away silently. There was shame now as the anger receded.

What did Nanami think of you now?

You stared at the toppled mannequin, the death grip you had on your bag, and finally to Nanami, who looked more than a little ruffled now that your ex-boss was gone.

He turned to face you, and you opened your mouth to apologise, “I’m—“

“Are you okay?” He grit.

You blinked. “Um. Yes. I think. Are ... are you okay?”

He didn’t look okay. He looked angry. You couldn’t even remember ever seeing Nanami angry. “No,” he said shortly. “Who was that? What did he do to you? Did he hurt you?”

The barrage of questions left you a little dazed. You had no idea how to even answer but you attempted to anyway, stuttering under Nanami’s gaze. “That was ...” you swallowed thickly. “He was my ex-boss.”

You hated how it came out as a weak whisper, but you hadn’t wanted to utter his name ever again.

Your mouth opened and closed over all the things you wanted to say but couldn’t—all the things you never told anyone about. Nanami watched you struggle for words, and his expression only darkened. “Y/n. Did he hurt you?”

You stared at your feet as shame nearly overwhelmed you and you choked out, “Yes. But I— I let it happen— I had no choice, I needed the money, I couldn’t just— and he wouldn’t ever listen when I said to stop—“

With a jolt you realised you were crying, and with another jolt you noticed Nanami loom closer.

A gentle hand cradled the back of your head and pushed you into Nanami’s study chest, not quite a hug, one you could easily break if you wished to.

“I’ll kill him,” Nanami vowed softly, the icy softness still there but overshadowed by the gentleness of his tone. “I will.”

You shook your head, shuddering as your arms snaked around his middle and you unabashedly buried your face in his shoulder. “Please stay.”

“I’m here,” he soothed, still speaking in a hushed tone you’ve never heard before. “You’re okay. You’re safe now. I promise.”

The security of his presence washed over you again, tempting your knees to give out.

“I won’t ever leave you alone again,”  he added, stroking the hair at the crown of your head. “Would you like me to cancel our meeting?”

You shook your head mutely. “I’ll be fine,” you managed to croak and reluctantly broke from his embrace to wipe hastily at your tears. “Sorry I ruined your shirt.”

He glanced down distractedly at the small wet spot on his dress shirt. “Don’t be silly,” he chided. “I’m sorry I didn’t come back sooner.”

“You couldn’t have known,” you whispered, wiping at your eyes one final time and taking a settling breath. “We can go now if you want.”

He studied your face closely for any signs of deceit. “We really can cancel the meeting,” he said slowly. “Gojo would understand.”

You bit your lip, tempted. You still felt shaken and unfocused and all you wished for was to go home and curl under your covers.

Nanami apparently took your reluctance as an answer for he immediately whipped his phone out. He sounded strange as he spoke to Gojo, his words short and his tone barely keeping the anger out.

When he finally ended the call, he looked at you. “Would you like me to take you home now?”

“Um,” you said, embarrassed yet again but feeling warm to your toes. “I... I would prefer it if I didn’t have to be alone so soon.”

Nanami simply nodded. “Very well.”

You stared in surprise as he offered you his hand but you took it with only a moment’s hesitation, feeling his large palm completely engulf yours.

“I told you,” he said in answer to your silent question. “I won’t leave you alone again. I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

Now you were sure you were blushing as he led you out of the shop, hand in hand, uncaring for the toppled mannequin or anything else. His grip on you was firm but not tight, and he radiated safety with every step until all the poisonous feelings bled out of you.

“Y/n?”

“Mhm?”

“You would tell me if someone bothered you again, wouldn’t you?”

There was no resisting the smile now, tentative and affectionate. “Yes.”

“Even if that someone was me.”

You looked at him, surprised.

He elaborated: “If I ever do anything that makes you uncomfortable, you have to tell me.”

More warmth flooded your chest. “I will.” You promised.

He squeezed your hand, raising it. “Is this fine?”

“More than fine,” you admitted, face warm. “Really, Nanami-sen—err, Nanami-san.”

A humorous smile softened his features. “You know what? I don’t think I mind that honorific too much. Not from you.”

And it made your heart skip a beat. “Why not from me?”

“Easy,” he said, and turned to regard you with a rare affable expression. “Because you’re my favourite.”

[jockpoetry]

supernatural sees women as a tool for development and strengthening of narratives/motivation and dean sees his body as a tool. is that anything?

When I saw this ask I really made the 🥴in real life. So, yeah anon, I do think there’s something to this.

Quick Disclaimer before I actually launch into my thoughts™: A lot of my read of Dean stems from my experience as both an oldest daughter and a transman. Being the oldest daughter was an experience I lived for many years, but I am also a man. I wasn’t raised as a man, I wasn’t socialized as a man, and even though once I came out upon reflection my masculinity was obviously there. Like I was a man™ before I knew I was a man. Even when I actively tied my identity to femininity for a long time! A lot of my prideful moments were based around statements like: “I was the only girl who (fill in the blank).” 

So I am just putting that out there before I launch into my spiel about Dean/Gender/Tool because they all interlock for me. 

I am also going to apologize in advance because I know this has fully gone off the rails and I’m not even done writing it yet. If this is incomprehensible ! Well, happens to the best of us.

First off, most importantly I guess before we discuss womanhood and Dean and the way both are utilized on the show I need to say that I personally don’t subscribe the whole Dean is female coded thing. 

It’s a read I can absolutely understand. But for me..he’s not. 

He’s a hypermasculine man to the point that when (and because he is written as a punchline, as the stupid™ brother, as the whore™, as the mother/father™, as daddy’s blunt instrument™, etc) Dean deviates from the pre-accepted definition of hypermasculine it’s Wrong. 

It’s Instantly Feminine. 

I think the internet has made the world very black and white, or blue and pink maybe. This point, I think, colors a lot of these discussions. Dean cooks, he cleans and so therefor he’s female coded. When that really just feeds back into the whole toxic masculinity loop. You can’t be masculine and cook and clean and cry. That’s for feminine people only. 

I get the argument! I do, I just think that Dean’s actions are not inherently feminine, it’s just in the vacuum of Female and in the Absence of Traditional Masculinity it makes sense to assign him female coded and move on.

IN FACT the way that Dean is the action hero of the show, the Masculine™ one on the show - but he cries, and he rages, and he cooks (Again and Again) and cleans (Again and Again). The fact he’s macho and confident but he has so little self esteem. Is frankly insane to me. You have this blaze of glory character who is so depressed that they have him kill himself. Twice. In explicitly “I hate myself, I hate hearing all the things I hate about myself, I want to destroy myself” ways. 

On just a regular ol’ network show that is just ungodly bad at times. They let their Male Hero cry - all the time (if I linked every example of this the essay would be...longer than it already is, but just take my word for it). Dean tears up and grieves and shows more than just Angry Horny Violent™ (he shows plenty of that, don’t get me wrong) but he’s Emotional (Again and Again and Again). In many different ways!

I mean, beyond even just tearing up, they make their Male Hero™ face sexual violence in pretty, uniquely horrifying - and queer! - ways.

Let’s make it clear, they did a lot of this unintentionally. 

Or they do it as a joke. 

Off of dean for a moment to say women are plot devices in this show. I could probably count on one hand female characters who have sincere depth to them that have roles outside of progressing plot, filling a filler episode, and who are still alive. Like even characters such as Charlie who are wholly developed, and interesting, are only remembered/mentioned/utilized to progress plots or fill an episode out - and then she dies. For pain™ for plot™ for no other reason than to traumatize a character. 

Which let’s also make it clear Dean’s trauma is also only used as a plot device (as is Sam’s but in a different way, and Cas’ trauma is a whole other barrel of fish we’re not gonna dive into right now). Like wholesale full stop they don’t actually care about what happened to him. Unless it’s relevant in an episode. 

Oh that boys home he was left at when he was 16 for months? Sure we’ll sprinkle that in in the back half of the series. Oh he was covered in bruises and said it was from a hunt (when it’s clear contextually they were from his father but saying the fantastical but true is easier than saying the uncomfortable but true). As Dean says though the story became the story, he was sixteen. He just went along with what John said.

We only see Dean ever truly rage at John, by the way, when either Dean is dead (when he’s between life and death and he rages at John, right before John “apologizes” for traumatizing him, for putting too much on Dean’s shoulders, and fucking dying) or John is dead (the Djinn episode where Dean is straight™ and John is dead™ and he goes to his grave and just yells and rages like he should have to his father in the real world).

Dean’s trauma from being both tortured and torturer in hell? Yeah, we don’t talk about that after it’s Relevant™. Even though it’s clear - especially in the demon!dean, mark of cain era, all those years later - Alastair still has his hooks inside of Dean. I stopped watching originally after s8 ended. I was fed up with the show, and with this whole renaissance I’ve been doing a rewatch and I’m into season twelve now and it really has never come up again. 

Even when he had the mark of cain and he was tasked with questioning and accused of torturing it was “the mark has changed you” and not “you were victim and victimizer in hell for forty years, which is longer than you’ve been alive on earth” (and, was about as long as he wound up living. Which is desperately sad.

Because we talk about Sam’s desire for a “normal” life but, Dean wanted out too. He was tired in the first few seasons of this show, he never had a chance to taste freedom (we don’t count the boys home, because that was a different kind of regimented life, and it was a false freedom) the way that Sam did in Flagstaff with Bones or at Stanford with Jessica. Love for Dean is sacrificing, it’s putting himself/his happiness/his well-being last.

Because Dean only knows love in the context of violence (like all of these fun examples, for starters) is a phrase that I’ve said a lot both in private chats and on here, and I absolutely think it goes to him being a tool (a blunt instrument, a plot device, so both textually and metatextually) instead of a person. Which Cas sees Dean’s shame/guilt and sees that side of Dean because he touched his soul, and saw more than just the Righteous™ man, more than just the tool, he saw A good man, not a machine. 

On the other side though you have how “bad guys” view Dean: Desperate, Sloppy, Needy, Dean’s hole (Again), which is again so wildly counterintuitive to the story of a Macho Man Hero™. You’re using vocabulary that is both queering him and feminizing (and I know this a meme format, but sincerely it is done in a derogatory way it is feminizing. It’s breaking him down to bare parts, to a sloppy hole). 

My whole rewatch I have been absolutely fascinated by how identity and free will is utilized/conceptualized on this show. Castiel has been my main focus, but Dean and how he is framed by himself and others is...fascinating - and frustrating. The writers inconsistency lends itself not only to this unintentionally queer character, but also one that again is incredibly easily read as a non-traditionally masculine character.

As a feminine character.

This show has so few female characters that of course it had to foist the roles/behaviors/plots that a female character might have onto a male character. Which I think is part of why reading Dean as trans (either transmasc, or transfemme) is so easily done like.   

Half of these are shit posts, but you can find trans allegories/textual evidence in this show again, again, again, again, and again. And this is unintentional, they don’t want you to look at Dean and see woman, former future or present. Like a lot of these I’m sure are punchlines for them, because women/queer folk are punchlines to them. 

Sometimes the only women in an episode are random witnesses who get two sentences of dialogue, and then the main guest character is a man. Who flirts with Dean, and Dean is receptive to it. 

They paint themselves into a corner, there are female Rabbi. So easily could Aaron have been a woman instead of a man, but they made the choice to play up the HaHa Dean & Men card. 

Because, again, Dean has filled the slot of Woman™ of Female Lead™ and the flirting would’ve been straight if Dean was a woman. It’s a plot device, they needed to have the guest character be disarming, be cute, make the main character flustered. 

It’s just the main character is a man, because they’re allergic to women. But they still need those female plots, tools of femininity, to move their show forward. I mean I am a big subscriber to transmasc Jo (no idea if anyone else is with me on this one, but let me explain). Jo is in love with Dean (concept) not Dean (actuality). Which, we’ve all had our eggs cracked by someone like that. We were in love with them until we realized we just wanted to be them.

He loved her like a little sister, she loved him like a lost idol. He’s a golden calf and she dies for him, because she believed in him, she was the original character dashed at the altar of the Winchesters. 

I fully believe if she had lived and if this show had a crumb of actual good writing Jo could have been a deeply compelling transmasc character. But I also think she’s a fascinating inversion of Dean. Dean is a Masculine Character who subverts Toxic Masculinity, Jo is a Tomboy™ she’s not your (if you take it straight, literally and metaphorically) average female love interest. She’s angry, she’s not soft at all, all edges and corners and thorns. She isn’t helpless, she’s stubborn but not in a “you’re going to get punished for this” way. She’s right when she’s stubborn. She’s helpful, she’s a martyr. 

I could do a whole other essay just on Jo (and Ellen, and Ash, what a fucking trio!) but needless to say Jo was one of the first...plot device feminine tools sacrificed to this show. She was a regular, she was unique, she was an engaging character, and she still died (to progress the plot? no. for man pain? yeah, for like three episodes maybe, and then it’s forgotten just like the rest of Dean’s trauma, as we mentioned above). 

Dean and Women and Love is a very interesting tool used too because. Boy they sure try to make Dean love women and it fails in small ways, and in big, meaningless, failed het domesticity (again) ways. Not to mention whatever Lust (in the form of a woman) having no effect upon him, when they could have used that moment to assert his Masculinity and Heterosexuality. He behaved normally? And...also...whatever the fuck the Adios thing was!

Like they have these opportunities to make him Traditionally (toxically) Masculine, but make the choice to...not? To soften him. Because it’s a tool. He’s their female lead, textually he had to take on the role of mother(/father) to Sam, but...I mean this is a million miles long already. I know, but we absolutely can’t not talk about his Paternal/Maternal behaviors. (Which appear again and again again and again, outside of his relationship with Sam even/especially). He’s the mother hen, sage, safety net, beacon, home to so many side characters they meet.

I mean in many ways Jody is also a Dean comparison. Lost her family. Found a new family. She is non-traditionally feminine, but easily flustered and Silly™ (let’s just drop the entire sex talk over family dinner scene with Alex and the boys and looking to them for help, even though she was already a mother, and she’s a cop, and a hunter and this confident no nonsense individual.... She’s not). We are meant to see her as this hard ass, but she makes extra food for the boys to take back to the bunker. She’s deadly in a fight, but also still easily overwhelmed and put into damsel mode, and she cares so much even in the face of adversity.

It’s also fun to see how Jo | Jody are reflections of Dean at different points of his life. Younger, cocky | Older, settled.

Even when the text tries to tell us that he’s not.

When it reminds us that he’s violent. That he is his father, even if he says that Sam is more like John (which was reflexive, which was angry because of Adam and how Sam was behaving like Dean in that episode, and yes there are parallels to be drawn between Sam and John, the show barely dives into them). Instead we’re told that Dean is John (Again and  Again and Again and Again). 

So intensely that a fanfictionalized version of the Winchester Gospels makes it an entire fucking musical number. 

And yet, despite the texts insistence to make Dean Macho Man Father Reborn™ We get this Dean who is silly (and directly compared/contrasted to the female character in this scene), soft, in heels, nagging, and... Sully (you know Sam’s imaginary friend who has the same Haircut Dean has, who is a softer, shorter, friendlier, campier, version of Dean who was a replacement For Dean until the real one let Sam back in? That? Sully?) it’s hard to take them seriously. 

Hell, even when he was A DEMON? What did they do? They had him sing off-key drunken karaoke, they had him doing this ! Like that’s your hero, unhinged, free to be as bad as he could be, and you put him in a cowboy hat in a romance with the king of hell. 

The Female Lead, everyone. Who’s biggest betrayal(s) comes at the hands of his love interest (again, a man even though it was an angel who could’ve taken any vessel! who could’ve been recast, who canonically dies admitting his love to Dean - that one), who he tries so hard to be loyal to. 

The contradictions of his character are laughable. He is so emotional, but if he is engaged about his emotions? He shuts down, or he’s exasperated about being asked about them. It really is Female Lead/Only Here For The Plot disease, because everything is more important than him. How’s he doing? Doesn’t matter outside of the context of how x character is doing or that y character is dead. Or his emotions only matter if they’re done in penance. 

They also really do frame him as Pretty Boy™ in a violent way, or in a derogatory manner. They’ll give us homoerotic shots like this or these and never really acknowledge how these are gay shots. Sorry the gun scene is a a straight up sex scene, the beer sip spilling out over his mouth is oral, the scene where Cas fills up Dean’s glass with whisky is also a sex scene, they do this shit on purpose but accidentally queer it up. If Dean was a woman these scenes wouldn’t even matter. They’d be passing moments, but because he is not just a man but A Man™ they’re insane to see.

Not to mention all of these scenes and all the ones I haven’t linked where Dean dresses up. He performs masculinity, but he performs femininity too. He’s a plot device that is slotted in to whatever role they need. He’s Super Straight Butch Man™ but coaches the lesbian on how to successfully flirt with a man. He’s Action Hero™ who sits through a montage with the same lesbian and yays and nays her outfits, and enjoys himself.

Fuck he loves dressing up, he feels better in these costumes because performing a character is easier than being himself. Because who is Dean? He’s a tool, both textually and metatextually. It is exactly how the women and because of the women on the show that Dean is the way that he is. If there was a more steady female presence Dean would not be half as much of a plot device or half as camp/gay/feminine/non-traditionally masculine/queer coded as he is. 

In conclusion....

[hopeswriting]

1/2 "Scott must never ever expect anything from the people who follow him. Not even Stiles telling the truth" Why is Stiles obligated to share his own traumas – being brutally assaulted by a psychopath, killing Donovan in self defense (and being judged, gaslit and victim blamed by Scott for it), and being the victim of Theo's blackmail – with Scott but Scott is not obligated to tell Allison the truth about her mother's death, or to tell Kira the truth about her fox,

2/2 or to tell Derek that he's planning to violate him and use him as his own personal murder weapon against Gerard, or to tell Stiles, Lydia, Allison, Isaac and Derek that he was conspiring with Gerard behind their back? Claiming that Scott is entitled to use and lie to everyone around him whenever it benefits him but Stiles (the neurodivergent hero) is not entitled to choose not to share his own traumas with Scott if he doesn't want to is a blatant case of bias, ableism and double standards

okay, so, wow, this escalated quickly and went in all the different directions we weren't even talking about?

to stay on the subject at hands, i don't get why you came to me with this when it's @princeescaluswords (i’m tagging you because i figure you’d like to know what other people think of your opinion) who kindly shared his insight with me. tho obviously if i reblogged it it's that i agree with him, which i do, as a matter of fact.

how can't stiles owe the truth to scott? they're friends? they're best friends? now it's unfortunate that that truth just so happens to be a traumatic event he went through, but it's not like i expected him to go into the most minute painful details of it right there and then when he was still obviously raw from all of it. like you said he is entitled to choose how much of his trauma he wants or doesn't want to share with scott, but i'll argue there was a need there to tell him the gist of it at the very least. and a simple "donovan tried to kill me, and i had to kill him first to save my life" would have sufficed.

and this "(and being judged, gaslit and victim blamed by Scott for it)"? scott may have judged him because he had all the wrong facts, but gaslit and victim blamed, are you serious?? that's just really not what happened.

and please don't put words in my mouth, when did i ever said or even implied that "Scott is entitled to use and lie to everyone around him whenever it benefits him"? i didn't, and i don't think he is, or that anyone is for that matter.

as for the rest i won't even touch it because, frankly? i wanted to assume your first ask was in good faith and answer it as such, but clearly you're not here so we can have a conversation about our different opinions, but to make me admit/realize i'm wrong for liking scott and i'm wrong to think he was wronged in the show and side with him because of that, and i'm not here for that.

once again, let's just agree to disagree and curate our own dash to suit our needs. my teen wolf posts talk about scott in a positive way so i put them in the scott mccall tag. you're free to block that tag or block my blog entirely if you take issues with said posts or if they upset you. either way i'm not interested to continue this conversation any further, and will not answer to your asks should you send me more.

except that stiles never agreed with scott's cruel and judgemental "i knew, sooner or later one of us was going to get a little too much blood on our hands, but I thought it would be malia" comment. that's just your own fanon interpretation. stiles didn't even interrupted scott's monologue. scott was trying to make stiles' and malia's traumas all about him; but stiles simply ignored it and reminded scott that there were more important things than scott's tantrums and egocentrism, aka saving kira

as for that isaac & scott scene, yeah, it was just bad, period. it was supposed to show the darkness in scott’s heart after their pseudo death / actually, both posey and the production made it abundantly clear that scott's perfectly in control when he repeatedly assaulted isaac and that he abused isaac due to his own jealousy and possessiveness, and not because "the nemeton made him do it", which is just a cheap fanon excuse. and scott never showed an ounce of remorse or apologised for it either

i'm not sure this^ is from the same anon, or from only one different anon, but it’s in response to the same ask, so let me answer this too while i'm at it.

saying that stiles didn't agree with scott's comment is being of such of bad faith, i just had to gif that moment despite my amateurish skills.

so for context, scott indeed says "I knew, sooner or later, one of us was going to get a little too much blood on our hands. I half thought it was gonna be Malia." and this is stiles supposedly denied reaction:

[GIFS DESCRIPTION: Two gifs of Stiles Stilinski, from the TV show Teen Wolf.

1: He raises his eyebrows, tilting his head upwards in an obvious manner.

2: He says,” Well, she definitely seems like she’s working on it.”, looking resigned, worried, and frustrated. /END GIFS DESCRIPTION]

but this isn’t stiles agreeing with scott? this is only my “fanon interpretation”? not only you’re insulting my intelligence but also yours. so he may not have spelt it out explicitly, but this isn’t exactly an ambiguous reaction either. what he’s saying here at the very least is “fair enough”, which does imply agreement to some extent, like it or not.

you know what is fanon interpretation? this: “ scott was trying to make stiles' and malia's traumas all  about him”.

i mean, did you even listen to what scott was saying? he was trying to take responsibility for their traumas, recognizing them for the painful and unfair experience it was. he was saying “i wish it had happened to me instead, because it should have happened to me, and i’m sorry it didn’t.” he was apologizing for their traumas because he believes he played a part in it. and he spells that out pretty explicitly, like come on, you can recognize at least that much.

as for that scott & isaac scene, i said all i needed to say on it. i’ll just add that independently of what posey and the production said after the fact, i can understand the purpose of a scene all by myself. and of course scott was acting on his jealousy. the darkness from the nemeton didn’t just come from nowhere, it just amplified the darkness that was already there, and made them act on it in a way they wouldn’t have done before.

but anyway, once more, for anyone seeing this and taking issues with my posts, i’m not interested to continue this discussion any longer. i do like scott mccall and do believe he was wronged by the show and other characters at times, and i’m not about to bend over backwards writing you guys an essay on why i think that.

that said, you’re completely free to disagree with that, however strongly, obviously. but if you can’t stand to see opinions different from yours, again, feel free to block my correctly tagged posts, or my blog entirely.

which is not to say i’m not open to exchange with people with a different opinion than mine, because i’m very open to that actually. but only if it’s in good faith. otherwise don’t expect me to answer you, because i’m here to have a good time and a good time only.

[reawritesthings]

Rooftop | JJ. Maybank

gif by @rudypankows​

Summary: When Sarah forces the pogues to go to a Kook party, JJ dips early and notices you on the roof, reading peacefully.

Words: 2.6K

A/N: Thank you all for the support on my other fics, it really means a lot to see the love you give me. If you like me to write for anyone, please send me an ask! thank you all again🦆

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"WHY are we even here?" JJ's exasperated tone of words sent the Pogue's including Sarah to eye roll.

"I would much rather be on my couch watching Monster Inc." JJ's childish tone evaporated around the North Carolina frightful breeze that lure them further into the land of predators.

Sarah huffed not wanting to row with the blonde beauty. She frankly understood his anti's of not wanting to prey on the sharks or even share the same air with them, but, Sarah was still a Kook and JJ needed to accept that.

"J, we can just head in there for an hour... drink their alcohol and leave." John B proposed letting his athletic, sternly hands fumble his way into Sarah's palm gifting her with a reassuring squeeze.

JJ's mind was like a cymbal-banging monkey toy that only worked when the indigo eye boy was frustrated and needed leverage, "We are about to attend John B's girlfriend ex-boyfriend's house party because Sarah's ex-boyfriend invited her, and only her." JJ dramatically paused to reminded everyone how fucked up this particular mission is.

"And, here we are, the pogues forcefully dragged by Topper's ex-girlfriend to attend this disgraceful party that could end in two possible ways.."

"Enlighten us." Pope's static tone of sarcasm intrigued JJ to finish his perfectly thought out rant.

"A fight breaks out, or Rafe loses his shit." JJ's arm folded whilst a devilish smile grew onto his bruised porcelain face that everyone admired about the surfer.

"I hate to agree with Scobby but he has a point." Pope's loyalty to JJ never failed him.

Kie and Sarah kept moving forward, dragging their danity flipflops through the frozen golden grains of the earth that held the rich side in place. Being the only two girls of the group they were used to the constant complaints from the men.

"Next time, I'll just invite you Kie." Sarah muttered under her minty breathe. Kiara only nodded in agreement reaching for the handle to enter the shark's den.

"Best behaviour," Kie announced immediately locking eyes with JJ who was infatuated with the silhouette of another human.

"Can't make any promises, Kie." He winked as his eyes were still glued to the frame of darkness that interlocked with his mind that he should be up there and not here.

"Here we go..." Sarah murmured under her breath. "What could possibly go wrong?" Kie shot her eyes back to Sarah who only swung the door opened to be slammed with harsh tones coming from the stereo.

Topper was known for throwing the most extravagant house parties. The music was as loud as thunder; it made the empty beer bottle rattle. Neon lights that were glued to the white walls flashed everywhere like police sirens, but with much more inviting colours.

Over the roar of music, a distant, hazy chatter could be heard. Topper, Rafe and Kelce were chatting up some ladies as there vision was blinded by a bunch of Pogues roaming around like cockroaches.

"What are they doing here?" Kelce mumbled against the illuminated ruby plastic cup that Rafe already broke through his rage.

"Topper is still whipped for my sister." Rafe truthfully announce, causing the blonde short skirted girl to loose interest in his friend.

"Thanks man." Topper's eye rolled extended further as he noticed John B clutching his arm around Sarah's frame, like he used too.

"Anytime." Rafe smirked pulling Kelce's bright yellow polo shirt towards him to confront the intruders. Topper soon joined, staying behind Rafe as he didn't want his perfectly structured face to be bruised.

"What are you rugrats doing here? You aren't allow to be on our turf." Rafe spat not even making eye contact with his younger sister whose frame was hidden behind John B's and JJ.

"We got invited. We just came here to get a little drunk and we will be on our way." JJ broke the silence, squaring up to Rafe's face.

"Don't make me bust your other eye, Maybank." Rafe threatened, clenching his palms ready for another battle.

"Wouldn't dream of it." JJ took Kelce's red cup from his hand drowning the stinging sensation that drew him away from the crowd.

"Where you going?" Pope shrieked as he didn't feel comfortable being left with John B, he wasn't exactly scary like JJ.

"Washroom. I'll be back." JJ reassured his best friend, whose hand was tightly gripped to Kiara's whose face wasn't enjoying the sensation sound of Topper's music taste.

JJ's curiosity always managed to get himself into trouble, whether he was looking for it or not. His mind was reverted back to the shadow of a young female who was on the roof. He knew he shouldn't be preying around Topper's house but, he would of regretted not knowing who that girl was.

His tiny frame ran smoothly around the second floor, each creak that he created with his ripped combat boots made him squint, he noticed a slight acute door open slightly with a streak of light hitting the wooden floors.

The bedroom was furnished on a expensive budget according to the serval layers of blankets that were freshly pressed on the double bed. A messy pile of book were scattered across the white carpet that was caressed with a circular rug that was neatly combed.

He looked up at the walls, admiring the pictures that were taken on a film camera.

"Whose's this girl?" JJ thought as he circled the room, slowly resting his palm on the slik sheets wishing he could have a room like this.

Since JJ was in a trance of what his life was like if he was Kook, he was startled by a soft tune of a sneeze coming from the windowsill. His intrigue body motioned away from the bed, heading towards the half adjecent window that his mysterious girl was resident.

JJ's instincts were never wrong when he assumed the shadow of a girl on the high roof. His head turned towards you, your fully eclipsed body was tainted with a summer dress that fit well on your skin. Under his brief gaze on your exposed skin, you didn't flinch or withdraw from your book. Your shape was already forming into womanhood, yet you were roughly the same age as Sarah: Your twin brother's ex-girlfriend. You revert your attention out of the flood of flowing words and focused them on him, he was something out of a novel you read once.

Dashing, adventurous and fearless. You were polite and offered him a seat next to you, letting the moon expose your vulnerable side which JJ instantly stole as he gently brushes his shoulder against your own.

JJ eccentric side was displayed out in the open and didn't hesitate to make the first move. "What's a pretty girl like you doing on a roof?"

You sauntered in, feeling provocative whilst you brushed your hair from your dainty shoulders, letting his kindly eager cornflower eyes follow your movement.

"I'm not really into the whole drinking vibe... My brother on the other hand is." JJ's pupils grew larger as he pieced the puzzle together, he knew he wasn't the smartest earthling on the island but he just couldn't see the resemblance between you and your brother.

"How is that possible?... Topper has a sister?... Why didn't Sarah mention anything?"

You personally thought his reaction wouldn't be inviting but, his reaction to the news lured you in more like he was siren calling for you. "Well, when my parents had Topper... they decided to conceive again, making me."

JJ nudged you chuckling at your comeback, "I know how sex works. I'm a Maybank."

"Noted." You candid staring at the apex of the deep sliver circle that brought the both of you together.

A heavy silence evaporated over them, thicker than the mucky air making the tension more uncomfortable. Both of your eyes glanced unceremoniously around turning to avoid catching each other glances that happened in the space of a minute.

"What you reading?" JJ noticed an earthy hued of brown colours stuck to her embrace which JJ gazed forced him to stare to create a new conversation.

"Charles Dickens, Great Expectations." He noticed your awkward zoned face shape into a curious, cheeky smile that he first noticed when he intruded.

"Cool. I don't read but Charles Dickens is a great man. One of the best lads out there, wonder what he is doing now?" JJ wondered having no idea that he is in fact six feet under.

You burst out a giggle with a sentiment rosy colour appeared on your cheeks, "Hate to break it to you but the lad is dead. He has been dead for centuries."

JJ was perplexed by your statement. He generally thought he was still alive due to Pope always speaking about him as if he was a local. "I knew that. I was testing your knowledge on Charlie."

You chuckled playing along with his shenanigans but you would be lying to yourself that you weren't intrigued in the fact that he was sitting here when he was supposed to be downstairs. "How comes you are up here? I thought Pogues loved a good party, especially if there's alcohol."

JJ shrugged darting his eyes to meet yours, "Don't take it personally but I'm not a fan of Kooks, especially Topper and his gang."

And this, you thought was going to be the end of your story with the blonde boy. You weren't shocked that he degraded your brother and his friends, you understood the reason.

"I get that. If it makes you feel better, I don't exactly agree with their rules and how they treat you guys. You deserve the same respect we get because one day, Shakesphere's novel of Romeo and Juliet might come true and, I personally don't want to kill myself..." You flirted in a way which the boy would probably take days, in fact, months to work out the metaphor.

"Does that make me Remi?" JJ joked as he kind of liked the way your nose scrunched when he didn't understand literature.

"It's Romeo..." You corrected him again.

"I know. I just wanted to see that little nose scrunch you do when I mess up."

You were stunned that he paid attention to little things about you. It wasn't every day that someone would paid attention to Topper's sister, especially a Pogue. You could sense that he was actually interested in you, and even the novel you were reading.

"Whatcha thinking about, Juliet?" JJ teased letting his hand move the strand of hair from your face, tucking it safely behind your acute ears.

You shrugged, "I just..." You paused, you didn't want to pride your thoughts on the Pogue as you didn't want to scare him away.

"C'mon, pretty girl. What is it?" He interrogated you. He looked down at your fingertips, loosely fighting with each other as you were struggling to form words. He initially engulfed his hands into yours brushing your soft skin to ease your mind.

"You are kind of the first guy to ever notice me, or even pay attention to me... I'm just don't want this night to end." You stutter but with every stroke, he did made your nerves drift away.

JJ instantly brought his broad arms over your waist, pulling your body against his. In seconds your bodies moulded into one. JJ never let another human be so close to him like this, not even Kie. You were different, you weren't like what he thought you would be. There was a purity to you, naivety perhaps, but with a scent of innocent that JJ wanted to protect from the creatures of the night.

You, on the other hand, felt something inside you ignite as his arms firmly were wrapped around your frame. His embrace was like a welcoming invitation to his life, which you would accept in a heartbeat. You didn't really want the party to end nor wanting the moon to disappear as that meant your story was ending.

"You see those two stars that are moulded into one... that's you and i. Whether you feel lost or feel alone, look up into the starry night and call me." JJ managed to sound romantic for a slight second which only made you blush more.

"Poetic... I like it Maybank." You winked whilst your hands fiddled around with his countless threaded bracelets. "I like this one the most... the colours match your eyes."

JJ immediately took the bracelet off, offering your hand. "You can have it. I've seen you admire it since I got here. I have plenty back at home, so this is my peace offering."

You silently accepted the gift, watching the bracelet fit perfectly onto your bony wrist. "It's beautiful." You muttered to yourself.

JJ curved his lips as he slowly lifted your chin up, to get a good view of your face. He admired every little detail but concentrated on your lips. His head was angled slightly to the side as his lips went closer to yours, lighting pressing a small kiss to your rosebud shaped lips. When he kissed her, her identity fell away. It was slow and soft, comforting for the both of you as your tribes rival melted away. JJ's hand rested below his ear, his thumb caressing her cheek as he kept the flow of their lips going neither of them wanting to stop but, the calls from his friends parted them away.

"I better go... they are probably worried that I've got into a fight or something." JJ's face frowned watching your own do the same. "I'll see you tomorrow night, here."

"Are you sure? I don't want you getting into trouble..." You felt your walls began to build, each brick that layered made it harder for you to think that he would ever get into trouble for her, a heartless Kook.

JJ hooked his arms to your neck, "Don't worry about a thing, pretty girl."

You nodded, letting him steal another kiss from you as you watched his frame leave yours. A gush of emptiness flooded your body, as it called for him but he was already gone, vanished into the mucky air of North Carolina. You rallied back to your book, looking down at the texture smiling down as you saw him leave with his friends.

"JJ, where did you go? We were looking all over for you?" Sarah was the one who instigated the conversation since the rest were zoned out.

JJ kept it at a minimal, he didn't want his juliet to be known especially not to Sarah, "around."

Sarah hummed not believing anything JJ was saying. As they entered the van, Sarah noticed a small figure exiting from the roof, "Is that Y/N?"

JJ looked up, watching as you were clenching onto your book rather than watching your balance. "So that's her name.." He muttered to himself giving his face a warm smile.

Sarah turned hearing JJ's comment but decided to play along, "I wonder what she is holding?"

Without even realising JJ answered, "Charles Dickens. Great Expectations."

Sarah only smirked leaving JJ to slam his palm onto his mouth, feeling the metal sting his bruised chapped lips.

"We're you macking on with my ex-boyfriend's sister?" Sarah interrogated the blonde beauty.

"Let's just say that you need to tell me all the ways to sneak into his house." JJ blushed, letting his left foot bring his body up into the van.

Sarah followed behind, looking up one more time to see you peeping, "You got it, lover boy."

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tags: @outrbanks, @honestlyimstilllivinginthe90s, @jjjmaybank, @rudyypankow, @prejudic3, @afterglowsb-tch13, @summerintheobx and @void-maybank

[nancylou444]

hi! so, first of all I was debating if I even should send this ask because, in the end, who cares, but the "rant away" text convinced me lol. anyway you don't have to respond to this. but i wanted to say this for quite a while actually that even though i don't agree with you on everything (I actually am a destiel shipper 🤷🏻‍♀️) , but I have to admit I admire how you take no shit from anyone and how consistent you are in your opinions and how you expose idiots in the fandom. seriosuly, I respect that. I think the fandom, while always divided, has suffered from post-november-5th influx of twitter stans (i don't even want to mention cursed tiktok). and I admit I have been lurking on your side of the fandom for a looooong time (i always like to see opinions from all sides and have full picture, and I am in the fandom since 2011) and damn, you were really correct on calling out some destiel shippers on not watching the whole show. it's insane to me because while Cas is my favourite character, and once again, I ship him and Dean, sue me, I can not imagine skipping first 3 seasons???? they were crucial to Sam and Dean??? and people really DO THAT. and sometimes i am SO ANGRY at the takes i see on my dash. so so so angry. because people miss the point. so many points. and these posts get popular and are later adapted into fanon that people who haven't seen the show even once, consider canon. jesus christ 🙆🏻‍♀️. and the worst thing is, that you have to be very careful on what you say to who because one wrong word and you're labeled a real life incest supporter, pedophile, homophobe etc. and everyone blocks you meanwhile all you said was "hey i think there was a problem with the confession scene....."

sidenote, i think that also might be why it's hard for real cas girls to find each other. everyone is scared of properly addressing and criticizing the confession scene because, okay, when i saw it live i went insane i was so happy but then i rewatched it and had some critical thoughts about it i had no one to share them with, lol.

I know that your opinion is Cas should have stayed dead after 7x02 (and i don't agree. i was happy to have him back) I do agree the writers didn't know what to do with him, which is incredibly sad. they couldn't decide if he should be a human or an angel so they made him something in the middle which sucked for him as a character and us, his fans. they could have for example just make him human and a recurring hunter (like for example garth but maybe more often?). what do you think the wirters could have done with the character (apart from keeping him dead) that would make you like the character more? if you care to answer?

also, the prequel. i am facepalming since june 25th, 2021. thus should not be happening lol. whatare you gonna bet there is gonna be some actor from riverdale on that thing? cole sprouse as young john anyone? (probably not though, i don't think he will sign any contract with the cw once the one he has expires lol) lily reinhart as mary? haha

sorry this really turned out loooong. i was keeping it in for a while. also i may have had a glass or 5 of wine. hehe. for any mistakes i am sorry, english is not my first language. i tried to check for mistakes, but i hope you can understand the point, which is, i admire your consistency in opinions and exposing idiots.

- xoxo 🐻

ps. i triple checked if i hit anon but if tumblr messes up. could you not expose me thanks <333

Oh my darling. 💖💖 First a hug:

I'm glad you stopped by and sent me this.

I enjoyed reading it and thank you for the kind words.

As for your question in regards to Castiel and his return in Born Again Identity, frankly my darling, I feel that there was nothing more they could have done with Castiel to keep the character fresh.

That's why Sera felt confident in killing him to begin with. Bringing him back only kept ANGELS in the show and that was also a bad idea.

Of course now, that is all water under the bridge.

I am sorry that hellers have tarnished your dash. But I'll let you in on a little secret, many destiel shippers like yourself, (clear headed and not batshit crazy) have found themselves over on this side of tumblr.

And we welcome each and every one with open arms. 💖💖

tumblr didn't mess up, but if it had, I would have gladly kept you hidden, my darling. No worries about that.

Feel free to drop in again. Take care. 💖💖

[m-y-fandoms]

COMMISSION: Joker/Akira/Ren x Reader Part 1

Thank you to the client for commissioning me! This is gonna be a long one! I love Joker and Persona 5 is my second favorite fandom after Danganronpa! Exctied to be working on this.

Around 2.6k words, SFW, SLOW BURN romance friends to lovers, gender neutral reader, anyone can enjoy it and place themselves as the reader! - Admin Myah

Shujin Academy could be silent as the grave in the earliest hours of the morning, and yet seem so deafening. It was almost guaranteed that at least thirty new rumors were spreading throughout the student body at any given time, and the overwhelmingly hostile environment that created made the air heavy. With all the teenage angst, hormones, hatred, circles of venomous malice, it was no wonder so many loners could be spotted on academy grounds. That’s just how it was at Shujin: you either had a clique, or you had no one. It was no surprise, then, that you simply kept your head down, minded your business, and got to know no one. Miraculously, though, gossip abound about you still, at least two or three preposterous examples of hearsay and stories. But hey, what could you do? That was in all actuality, pretty low for a single Shujin student. God help the students who actually did make their opinions known, express themselves through clothing and cosmetics, and dared to swim against the current.

You shuffled through the first floor, the absolute blandness of that April morning perpetuating your usual routine: arrive at Shujin, check your locker, scribble down any notes and ideas that came to you in your dreams last night to put into your next short story, and of course check for new posts in the group chat, where your only friends resided. You wouldn’t be caught dead associating with anyone here at the school, it would simply be mental and social suicide, and quite frankly, you didn’t have the constitution for that.

Peeking up for a split second to avoid any collisions, you quickly slid to the left and ducked into a nearby alcove, successfully escaping the gaze of the oncoming wall of muscle and testosterone that was Coach Kamoshida, the plague of Shujin Academy. It was the best case scenario that Kamoshida remained ignorant to one’s very existence, for even those on his good side suffered the consequences. He strode by, shoulders wide and chest puffed out, scanning the halls for girls to harass or boys to intimidate, and once the coast was clear and he was a safe distance away, his back facing you, you dipped back out of the rather dusty corridor and back into the light, immediately slipping back into an almost mechanical daily ritual. It took mere seconds: phone screen unlocked, group chat opened, notebook slipped snuggly back under armpit.

“C’mon, man!” An obnoxiously loud voice rang out above the typical tinnitus-like buzz of the hallway, and suddenly your shoulder was thrust forward, body flying to the ground with a forceful shove on the shoulder.

“Aaagh!” Your voice cracked as your knees buckled and you collided roughly with the wooden panels below, your smartphone soaring out of your grip and clinking against the floor. Thank goodness your notebook was safe, at the very least. People gasped and turned to look at the spectacle, including Kamoshida himself, who’d just reached the end of the hall.

“Sakamoto! I see you running in the halls again, I’ll write you up!” He just always had to say something, let the general student body know he was in charge. He cared far more about sounding rough and tough than making sure the student who was just steam-rolled was uninjured. He pointed directly at you and the student that had just dashed by, effectively pummeling you to the ground with a shoulder check. You looked up and just ahead of you, Ryuji Sakamoto was pivoting on one foot, ignoring Kamoshida’s threat entirely to catch his breath and look down at his victim, splayed across the floor.

Ryuji Sakamoto, now that was one of those students mentioned earlier, the kind that dyed his hair, customized his uniform, and didn’t take shit from anyone. He was a pariah, pretty much the opposite of the teacher’s pet… teacher’s pest more like. Sakamoto was the subject of many falsehoods and conjectures, and he was sure to be trouble for anyone associated…

You looked him up and down, halting your unflattering and socially-altered thoughts in their tracks. Didn’t wanna become the very thing you hated. There was no reason to judge Ryuji without first-hand proof.

“Woah! My bad, sorry dude!” He held up one hand submissively, but unfortunately, just as with Kamoshida,  it seemed that you were not his main concern either. Huffing and puffing from the sprint, he looked past you to another male student who was hot on his trail, but this one looked… different.

You’d gone to Shujin Academy for all of your high-school career. It was your third and final year before graduation, and you knew of Sakamoto well enough, but this kid was a mystery… was he new here? He must’ve been. You knew at least the face of every student here in some way or another just through Shujin’s own little eternal game of telephone, and not by any choice of your own. You actively removed yourself from the local goings-on. Was it his first day here, you wondered. Why hadn’t you heard gossip about him yet, especially looking the way he did?

Beauty was a curse - much like any other feature that stood out - at Shujin Academy. If you were too pretty or handsome, you must be sexually promiscuous. On the other hand, if you were too ugly, too nerdy, too quiet, you probably picked your nose and read hentai on the train. There was no winning in this soul-crushing wasteland. Unfortunately for this new-comer, he was outrageously gorgeous.

“Gah, sorry about that…” he sighed, slowing his pace as he passed you by, plucking your phone up from the ground and offering you his hand. You took it and stood with his help. A quick tug and you were to your feet, dusting off your uniform and thanking him for his assistance. “Yeah, no problem… Ryuji’s just… a bit eager I suppose” he chuckled. “Luckily, no cracks!” He turned your phone around in his hand before placing it back into yours.

“Isn’t that the transfer student??? I heard he nearly killed a man!” One random NPC-esque shithead whispered from behind.

“Oh God, figures that freak would gravitate to the new freak…” another responded.

Ah…  and there it was. Why did fate hate you so much that it chose you as Sakamoto’s door mat on this day? You truly must have been fortune’s fool.

“Yeah, good thing…” You eyed the boy before you, taking in what you could of the new student before the short exchange was over, from his face to the delicate yet thick veins protruding from his lithe hands.

He was tall and thin, and would even be considered lanky if not for the lean muscle that lined his frame. He seemed to be better off than the average teen, sporting almost no blemishes or imperfections on his smooth skin. A black, messy mop of hair that looked soft to the touch sat upon his head, falling into his eyes and over the dark frames of his distinct spectacles. These spectacles did nothing to hide the true elegance that gleamed in the eyes behind them. They were a muted, soft grey that was beautifully simple and clean. His uniform was neat and tidy - as opposed to his blonde and brash acquaintance’s - with his pristine white turtleneck gently blanketing a quite prominent Adam’s apple and his school jacket buttoned and ironed perfectly. Lower down, his plaid slacks concealed thighs that strained against the fabric and long legs that ran down into some very - yet again - flawless dress shoes. Yep, that was a brand new uniform, sure enough.

And a brand new student… he just might make a good subject, a new inspiration for your writing, an aura unmarred by the stain this place put on one’s soul. Your opinion of him was fresh, it was new, unaltered, unbiased, and he really was quite beautiful… your mind played with the thought.

“Ah… sorry about this,” he spoke, taking in the whispers all around you, “I probably just ruined your reputation, what with being seen with me an’ all,” he sighed and laughed breathily, a hint of exhaustion in his voice. He must’ve been keen to the ways of Shujin already, which was super sad in its own right. “I’m Akira by the way,” he held out a hand, and you shook it hesitantly.

“Eh, doesn’t really bother me. It’s (Y/N), nice to meet you. Sorry you’re feeling the Shujin warm welcome.” That first part was only partly true, but the last half was genuine.

“Anyway…” his voice shook you back out of your contemplative reverie, and you came back to reality to find him also looking you over. Oh right… you were new to him as well… “I gotta go, Ryuji is kind of impatient, I’ve found.”

“Hey! Am not!” Ryuji retorted, brows furrowing before he ran off. Akira’s eyes rolled playfully, before he smiled, waved, and sped off.

You nodded, and quickly pulled out your phone, rushing to the glass doors leading to the courtyard. Anything to get out of the spotlight and harsh crowd of stares, plus, you had a sparkling new idea filling up your cranium, and artistic inspiration could not be wasted. Finding one of the benches placed for student recreation, you set down your school bag and impatiently scrambled for your favorite pen, throwing open your notebook.

“Oh, shoot!” You’d gotten ahead of yourself in all the excitement. Placing the moleskin down, you picked up your phone, hands trembling just a bit, and messaged you friends before anything else. They just had to hear about this.

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 (Y/N) 9:55 am: Guys guys guys!!!

 Itsuki 9:56 am: What do you want?

 Rin 9:56 am: ???

 Megumi 9:57 am: Shouldn’t you be in class?

 (Y/N) 9:57 am: Shut up I have a free period just listen

You know how I’ve been having writer’s block?

 Rin 9:58 am: Ya

 (Y/N) 9:58 am: Well I just met this new kid, and ideas just started FLOWING.

 Itsuki 9:59 am: Yeah

 Megumi 9:59 am: Yeah we remember nerd

Oh that’s great!

Wait what do you mean?

New kid?

Only we can have you 😭 Don’ go switching up on us. Shujin is

toxic anyway.

 (Y/N) 10:01 am: No no no It’s not like we’re friends, I just met him is all

You know you’re my one and only bby 😘

 Itsuki 10:01 am: New kid???

 Megumi 10:01 am: 😎

 Itsuki 10:02 am: Gross

Also what about me!!!!

 Rin 10:02 am: Me too 😡😡😡

 (Y/N) 10:03 am: You two know you’re included in that???? 🤔🙄

Anyway just listen

I think he may be good inspo for my main character!!!

I was stuck looking for a unique look or face claim or something

But he seems nice enough and he’s good looking!

 Itsuki 10:05 am: You got a crush? Awww I’m telling 😏😏😏😏

 (Y/N) 10:05 am: I swear it’s like we haven’t been friends for years…

You know me, PLEASE don’t be gross

Writing purposes ONLY

 Megumi 10:06 am: I thought you were stuck on the CONTENT, not characters and shit

 (Y/N) 10:06 am: Both!!!! But he’s perfect for the look of my protag

 Itsuki 10:06 am: 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏

 Megumi 10:07 am: Well I’m happy for you

STOP

 Itsuki 10:07 am: 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏

 Rin 10:07 am: 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏

 (Y/N) 10:08 am: I can see this conversation isn’t going to be productive 

LMAO you’re assholes

＊

 You tucked your phone into your pocket and once again picked up your notebook. Scrawling down some of the details you knew about Akria: his looks, the sound of his voice, the way he carried himself, you quickly became aware that you knew far too little… or rather

 You wanted to know more.

 Standing, you packed your things and set out to find him again…

 Not in the creepy way! You thought to yourself, trying to justify this uncharacteristic choice of yours to actually reach out to someone in real life, to maybe… try to make… friends? You stood there, brows furrowed and a small frown on your face, pondering your options.

“Oh well, all artists must suffer for their work!” You resolved a little too promptly to try to force another encounter with the new kid. He seemed to be special, unique. He seemed to be well aware of the social hierarchy of Shujin, and have a distaste of it at least. Maybe he wouldn’t be… so bad?

Making up your mind, you spent your free period not writing of romance and rebellious characters, but searching for that fluffy-headed newfound hero to your story, however ghoulish and greasy that made you appear. You truly were becoming that “reads-hentai-on-the-train” and stalks cute boys freak your peers thought people like you were, weren’t you?

To your surprise (though maybe it shouldn’t have been surprising with the volume of Sakamoto’s voice) you soon found the gaggle of second-years, model-status beauty Ann Takamaki now added to their number, standing next to the stairs on the third floor, looking quite conspicuous to boot. Noting the suspicious air around the three, you pulled back, hiding behind the corner leading down the next hall. They seemed on edge... maybe now wasn’t the best time to make friends…?

You felt something thump in your chest. Your shoulders sank subconsciously. It felt a little disappointing, disheartening in a way you couldn’t explain. It was a bit intimidating: Ryuji the loudmouth with a temper, the hottest girl in the school, and the cute new kid. You sighed, this was why you never tried to make friends in the first place. Why had you even gotten your hopes up?

These irrational feelings of self-doubt clouded your heart, your head knowing better of course. It was hard to fight thoughts like these, especially for someone like you. On the precipice of making up your mind, deciding to give up and scrap the new novel idea altogether, you were jolted to attention by the sound of shoes scuffling and scrambling up the stairs.

Students aren’t really allowed on the rooftop during school hours unless accompanied by a teacher or given express permission, your thoughts swarmed. Maybe they didn’t know? No, there’s no way. There’s a possibility Akira didn’t know, but Ann and Ryuji had been here for two years... What were they up to?

Your nosiness was regrettably getting the better of you, and you slithered over, careful to pad your steps and tread softly. You didn’t even know what you’d do once you’d cornered the trio on the roof, didn’t know what you’d say. What was there to say? You were never too good with words, that is those not written on paper. Your heart beating out of your chest, you climbed the narrow stairwell and threw open the doors to the roof.

“Huh?” You looked around, dumbfounded. “Hello?” The rooftop area was not that large, all parts of it visible from the door.

There was no one to be found.

“What the hell?” You step forward, thinking you must have been the subject of some prank, but no, upon looking around, all three students were gone without a trace. No school bags, no lunch boxes, no uniform pieces, nothing. Akira, Ryuji, and Ann, all vanished into thin air. There were no hiding spots, none big enough for three people at least. It was dead silent, and only the door you currently guarded provided an exit off of the roof. Your mind wanted to wander to darker places, but if they’d have jumped, there surely would’ve been a commotion either during or shortly after. Frantically, you looked around, feeling like you were going crazy.

“What the fuck?” You pressed the palm of one hand to your forehead, sitting on the ground and crossing your legs.

[bethansfandoms]

Why Remus Lupin never kept the job as quidditch commentator for very long

Remus | McGonagall

1. Language

“What the actual fuck was that!”

“Mr Lupin that’s warning number one!”

“Yes! Gryffindor have the Quaffle! And- bullshit! You can’t do that! Oh, yeah, that’s right Mulciber, flip me off you fucking cheat!”

“Lupin! There are eleven year olds at this game!”

“I’ve been asked not to swear but what the fuck?!”

“Mr Lupin, slytherin seeker is after the snitch, it is your job to tell them this!”

“Yeah well I’m pretending I didn’t see it and so that way it never fucking happened!”

“Quite frankly, Professor, I don’t really give a fuck that he’s only twelve, he’s still a cheating bastard!”

2. Gossip

“And James Potter has the Quaffle! Single, available, handsome James Potter who can be found in the courtyard between seven and- hey don’t take the mic from me!”

“Marlene McKinnon has the Quaffle! And Dorcas Meadows has stopped playing because she’s swooning. That’s right, Dorcas, I see you!”

“Slytherin score. See, James, if you actually went to practice instead of asking out Evans we’d actually be winning this game!”

“Avery intercepts the ball from Longbottom. Because Frank has been skipping practice to sneak off with Alice in the fourth floor broom closet. And other than laid, where’s that gotten you now, huh, Longbottom?”

“Oh, okay, so apparently we’re just going to ignore that blatant bit of cheating from Lestrange. Although I hear quidditch isn’t the only thing he cheats on...”

3. Personal grudges

“Slytherin captain Lucinda Talkalot falls off her broom! But that’s probably just karma.”

“Sirius Black hits a bludger straight into Dirk Cresswell! Maybe it’ll knock some fucking sense into him!”

“Less personal grudges, more quidditch, Lupin.”

“And here come the slytherin team! The weight of their upcoming defeat already resting on their shoulders.”

“You’d think if Nott could afford a brand new broom he’d also be able to afford at least a little bit of human decency but apparently not.”

“The slytherin seeker knocks themselves out! Because apparently he can see a tiny gold ball from a mile away but not the floor from right in front of his face...”

4. Talking about teachers

“Madam Hooch, with all due respect, have you ever read the rules of quidditch?! Like even once! That couldn’t have been a more obvious foul!”

“Oh, joy, Slytherin score. But I blame Slughorn for keeping James Potter in detention during quidditch practice! I reckon he knew what he was doing as well and- what? Apologise? But- okay. Fine. I’m sorry professor.”

“Sirius Black would like me to point out to everyone how dashing McGonagall looks today!”

“Give me the microphone now.”

5. Personal relationships

“James Potter scores! You absolute legend! Find me a better quidditch captain I dare you!”

“Sirius Black successfully deflects a bludger. And no, you’re not the only one thinking that it was incredibly hot.”

“Potter! Potter! Potter! Potter! Everyone join in!”

“Dorcas Meadowes catches the snitch! I told you she was the better seeker! What did I say!”

“Not to be biased or anything, but Gryffindor are going to absolutely win this game, they are undoubtedly the better team I won’t hear anything against it!”

“I’m taking ten points off of Slytherin because you’ve injured Sirius Black and it’s all I’m going to hear about for the next week.”

6. Promoting irresponsible behaviour

“Right, James, no pressure but if you miss this I’ll kill you. I have three galleons riding on this game.”

Ha! Longbottom misses! You owe me a bottle of fire whisky now!”

“Sirius if you hit anyone clean off their broom I’ll do your transfiguration homework this week.”

“Gryffindor win! Party in the common room starts at eight! Bring drinks!”

Why Remus Lupin kept the job as quidditch commentator for as long as he did:

“I’ve been informed that this will be my last game due to some of my questionable language choices. Auditions for my job start Thursday next week at seven o’clock.”

And for the rest of the game, all that was heard being chanted was “Lupin! Lupin! Lupin!”

The auditions were boycotted and not even a slytherin turned up. But Remus did, and so by default he was re awarded the position.

This lasted three weeks before he told the slytherin keeper to “take his broom and shove it up his fucking arse.”

Quidditch games weren’t quite as good after that.