#geeky talks severence

[madegeeky]

Okay, but like, the stuff Helena did at the beginning of season 2, Michiru would absolutely do that. (affectionate)

[solsticelosthermind]

I have twenty fucking reference tabs open just for severed space, bitten time

How the fuck do I condense all this shit down to like, a handful of intuitive ‘oh shit that’s what’s happening’ sentences

[dykeishh]

lessons in lust

ellie williams x fem reader

synopsis: ellie meets with her hot tutor for calculus and somehow ends with an anatomy lesson! 

CW: 18+ MINORS DNI, dealer!ellie (throwback asf), tutor!reader, slightly dom!ellie, cunnilingus, public sex (they don’t get caught tho), a bit of teasing, both reader and ellie are just sluts basically. not proofread :3

a/n: heyyy the way i wrote this in literally 2023 and it's just been in my notes… hence slight dealer!ellie appearance LOL its also barely relevant to the story but I just think tutor!reader x dealer!ellie is a hot pairing. also ellie being lowkey dominant in this is so funny cuz i'm really in my sub!ellie era… but its still hot honestly. anyways hope y'all enjoy!

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ellie sighed as she looked at her current course score, knowing she was about to fail her calculus class if she didn’t start getting decent grades soon. she cursed herself for picking astrophysics as a major, recalling how she ‘thought it sounded cool’ and failed to consider that she would need to take difficult math classes.

she didn’t hate it, but she was falling behind as she allowed her ‘business’ to take up most of her time. it was easy to get caught up, and she was pretty proud of herself once the money really started raking in, but was quickly humbled when she remembered she couldn’t afford to retake a foundational course to her major. 

that was how ellie found herself tapping her shoes against the library chair, waiting for her calculus tutor to arrive. she blew out a sigh from her pursed lips as she scrolled mindlessly through her phone, in a daze—so much so that she hadn’t noticed you walk up to the round table until you said, “hi, are you ellie?”

she looked up, a bit startled by your voice in the quiet library, especially because she had picked a spot in the back, away from other people and their chatters. 

she took a second to respond, partially because she had expected some kind of geeky math nerd to be her tutor--especially since it was through the school. however, the main reason for her delayed response was because she knew you.

well, knew is an overstatement, you were a bit of a crush that ellie had in one of her classes. she had never made a move to talk to you, but she often indulged herself by staring at your legs, barely covered by the short skirts you wore to class, and fantasizing about the sounds you’d make with her face between them. she noticed you were wearing a similar skirt today and her mind already started racing, but she quickly snapped out if it. 

“hi, yeah that’s me.”

“i’m y/n, i’ll be working with you today,” you said, smiling at her. she felt her heart rate increase, but she made sure to play it cool. “oh, nice, thanks.” you gave her a slight smile aam pulled your chair in next to her. 

“so, where should we start?”

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after several minutes of going over the subjects taught in the course, ellie’s mind had started to wander back to your short skirt and your words faded into the background as she wondered how quiet she could be while fucking you in the library. you can feel her eyeing you up as you spoke, and try to keep your voice steady regardless of how nervous she’s making you feel. how are you supposed to teach her while she’s practically undressing you with her eyes?

“so, can you show me how you could solve this kind of problem?”, you ask. after a few moments of silence and ellie scratching her head, you giggle, noticing she looks a bit spaced out.

“jeez, am i that boring of a tutor that you’re zoning out?”, you tease. she chuckles and shakes her head, “no, not at all. these kinds of problems just confuse me is all, i really don’t know where to start.”

you scoot your chair closer to her and aren’t sure if you imagine hearing her breath hitch. 

“okay so, show me exactly where you’re having problems."

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“holy shit. you’re a fucking genius. or a saint. both—whatever. i can’t believe i actually understand this,” ellie scoffs in disbelief. 

you smile at ellie and and shrug, “you had it in you. sometimes it just takes a bit of a push. i’m sure you’ll do great on your tests.”

ellie looks at you with a suddenly soft expression, suddenly realizing her appreciation for your help and being so patient with her. she also realizes that she might have a thing for nerds. she would be lying if she didn’t find your intelligence extremely sexy, as if you weren’t already hot enough.

“so, how am i going to repay you for this, y/n?” she asks, leaning towards you and brushing a hair out of your face. 

you let out a shy laugh at her sudden boldness, caught off guard by the cute girl’s fingers brushing against your skin. 

funnily enough, you had heard about ellie before. there was a small number of queer students on campus, and an even smaller circle of queer girls. and as it usually happens, lots of you knew of each other. in fact, you and ellie were both hooking up with the same girl, which was how you knew about her. just based on this, you assumed she was a bit of a womanizer, and her obvious flirting with you now seemed to align with this idea. 

but you aren’t put off by this—in fact, it only makes her more intriguing to you. behind your studious math-nerd image, you aren’t all that innocent either. 

“please, i already get paid to tutor. i’m just doing my job, so you don’t have to thank me any special way,” you reply, amusement laced in your tone.

“i know i don’t have to,” she states simply, “i want to. you helped me out, and i think it’s only right that i return the favor.” as she says this, ellie places her hand on your thigh, slowly moving it up as she looks into your eyes, waiting for a reaction. 

you raise an eyebrow at her, but once you smirk, ellie knows it’s game over. you lean in forward and lower your voice. “y’know, i think you might be right. i did, after all, save your grade in this class didn’t i?” 

you decide you’ll play along and see where this goes. after all, she was fucking hot. when she smirks at your response, you almost start drooling. 5 minutes ago, you were focused on integrals, but now all your brain can think is how fucking badly you want those long fingers to keep moving up your leg. 

“so how exactly are you going to repay me?” you ask, although you already had an idea of what she had in mind. 

even though ellie was hoping for this situation, she couldn’t believe you were actually down. when she realizes this, it goes straight to her clit. was she really about to fuck her hot tutor? 

ellie suddenly starts lowering herself under the desk.

“i think i can help you better down here.”

you just about come right in that moment, looking down at her mischievous green eyes from beneath you. your breath hitches and you look around to make sure that nobody is watching. 

“fuck. that’s so hot. okay… you just-you have to tell me if i’m being too loud, okay?”

ellie nods and can’t seem to wipe that smirk off her face as she crawls forward and positions her face so she could look under your skirt. you spread your legs slightly for her access and you can immediately feel her hot breath on your inner thighs, causing you to shudder. she looks up at you, making direct eye contact as she leaves wet kisses on your thighs, teasing you, even in this moment where she should be going quickly as to not get caught.

you bite your lip when she drags her middle finger over your clothed heat, then slowly rubs your clit through the pink fabric. you hear her curse to herself and you feel yourself getting wetter as each excruciating moment passes. after a few moments, she pulls your panties to the side to view your soaked pussy. 

“you’re already so wet,” she quietly groans. you almost whine when she brings her mouth so close to your center, looking up at you from her hooded eyelids and just holding herself there to tease you just a little bit longer. 

ellie takes a mental snapshot of your desperate expression as you look down at her, with your lips between your teeth and eyebrows furrowed. but she can’t wait any longer herself. needing to taste you, she licks a long strip from up your pussy and you immediately find yourself choking back a moan. 

ellie seems pleased by your reaction and starts leaving wet kisses on your clit, sucking lightly as she pulls away and alternating with gentle flicks of her tongue. its driving you absolutely crazy how gentle and slow she’s being, and you start to roll your hips to satiate her relentless teasing. she knows that it’s not enough but she’s also aware of how much more wet it’s making you. 

she sucks a little harder on your clit and your head falls back as you gasp in pleasure. then she pulls away, lightly smacking your thigh. 

“uh uh, keep looking at me. i want you to watch me while i make you feel good, baby,” she murmurs before she dives back in.

you pull your head back down to watch her with your mouth slightly agape and see her low-lidded eyes are clouded with lust. your back arches as you feel her the pressure of her tongue increase and watch her bob her head up and down under your skirt. ellie isn’t holding back and you can hear the messy, wet noises her mouth makes against your cunt in the quiet library. everything about the situation was borderline pornographic, and you almost feel dizzy from how much it was turning you on. without stopping her mouth movements, you feel her one of her fingers rub against your entrance before plunging deep into your cunt, causing you to let out a little moan. her eyes flick up back to yours, giving you a dangerous look as a warning. one of your hands clasps over your mouth to muffle your sounds as best you can. 

“feels good, doesn’t it?” she whispers, and you nod in response, causing her to tsk at you. “i want to hear you say it. tell me how good i’m making you feel,” she demands, slipping in a second finger. 

when you remove your hand, you accidentally let out another small whimper, and you respond as best as you can, “it f-feels so good. fuck, it’s too good,” you whisper, eyes rolling back into your skull.

satisfied with your answer, she reattaches her mouth to your clit and sucks harshly, forcing you to bite your fingers to hold back your sounds. her fingers speed up as well, and you can hear the lewd sounds of your wetness even louder now. you’re getting dangerously close, and she can tell by how your insides clench around her fingers. 

“s-shit, i’m close, ellie,” you half-whisper, half-whine. 

“i know, baby.”

she continues her assault with her tongue and fingers, doing her best to drive you crazy. she can feel her own wetness growing between her legs as she listens to your muffled sounds. when she sees your face, all fucked out and desperate, she nearly cums on that alone. “you gonna come for me?”

“mhmm,” you whimper, unable to respond properly as your mind and body are completely clouded with pleasure. your hands find her hair, needing somewhere to grab as the intensity became too much for you, causing her to moan into you, and the vibrations of her voice push you over the edge.

your body freezes up completely for a moment, then jolts as your release hits you, hard. you can’t help but moan and your legs shake as she keeps her pace, prolonging your orgasm for as long as she can. when the overstimulation becomes too much, you push her head away from you causing her lips to detach from you with a pop. you gasp for air and your body trembles as you come down from your high. 

when your vision unblurs, you see her still between your legs, lips and chin covered in a combination of your wetness and her spit, and watch her smirk before she cleans her fingers off with her mouth. it’s the most erotic view you’ve ever seen—you could cum a second time.

she helps you put your panties back on and slowy rises from under the table, looking around to make sure the coast is still clear. she chuckles when she sees you still slumped in your chair, recovering and wraps her arm around your waist to help you up. 

“how was that for repayment?” she teases.

you laugh, still out of breath, hoping that she’d be setting up more sessions with you in the future.

[allpiesforourown]

thinking about the asshole roommate bingge au, and there has to be one (ONE) girlfriend that jumped through the impossible hoops to meet lbh’s mom. like, she’s under so much delusion and is so persistent that after dating lbh for like… three months (I don’t see lbh having gfs for longer than three and a half months) she finally girlbosses her way into meeting lbh’s mom for a small family dinner. (The only reason this works is because she looks kinda like sy… same color eyes, around the same height, short black hair… no glasses tho, but lbh might have killed her if she looked too much like gege, so maybe that’s a good thing.)

And when she gets there, finally ready to claim her triumph in fixing her man, there’s this twink sitting next to lbh’s mom. And when she asks lbh is like “this is a family dinner right? Yuan-ge is family” and this girl has to watch as her dark, six foot, bad boy boyfriend gets cooed over and pet on the head by some stick thin, geeky dude. And lbh ignores her the entire dinner just to talk to this guy.

(lbh dumps her after the dinner. then cries about it to sy, burying his face in his gege’s plush thigh)

SOOO TRUE

Dude binghes mom is the biggest victim here.. she saw her little boy following shen yuan around like a duckling and went awww how cute my baby boy is in love ❤️ young love is so wonderful ❤️ now it's been several years and she's watching some poor girl sitting in her dining room glaring at binghe while he's lovingly wiping sauce off shen yuans face, not sparing her a glance

She's tried several times to give binghe the "I'll love you no matter what" talk hoping that was what's holding him back from confessing and making shen yuan her son in law but binghe just says "I love you too mom!" and doesn't do anything about his OBVIOUS crush

Binghe: we don't have guest bedrooms so you'll have to take the bus home

His girlfriend: ?? Your bed is big enough for two people can't I stay the night

Binghe: yeah it'll fit two people. Me and Yuan ge.

Binghe’s mom: *sighing deeply while binghes girlfriend screams at him*

[coyotes-rules-of-change]

Part 3: Christopher

The long awaited continuation of my first series—I’m assuming… If you missed the first parts, please feel free to enjoy Part 1: Kellen and Part 2: Adam before you continue on with Christopher. In terms of content warnings, Kellen is still quite rough and aggressive, but it seems as though the new and improved Adam has helped the raging jock tone it down a bit.

Kellen wasn't sure what had happened with Adam. He knew two realities: one where Adam was an insufferable nerd who was Kellen's submissive ticket out of academic probation. But now Adam was an insatiable twink who got off on Kellen's abusive nature, and now Adam has become an almost addictive part of Kellen's life. Kellen had always been unwaveringly straight, but now he continued to use Adam's ass as a routine receptacle for his pent-up aggression. Instead of Kellen bullying the nerdy Adam into completing his schoolwork, Adam seemed to feed on Kellen's demeanor, controlling every rough and raging moment of their daily fuck sessions. It clearly drove Adam's prude of a roommate crazy, leaving the poor Ben rapidly departing his several accidental intrusions with an unmistakable look of shame.

But Adam's sexual hold over Kellen left his primary motivation unmet. Kellen needed another way to boost his grade. Lucky for him, nerds were everywhere; he just had to select one. Kellen scanned the dining hall. He considered a business major sitting in a booth. The kid, Kenneth, made a habit of dressing professionally and was always down for a deal, but Kellen needed to be sure his geeky clothes could guarantee good grades. It dawned on him that he could use Adam's roommate, Ben. It would be gloriously sadistic, and Ben was actively failing to hide the fact that he'd noticed Kellen across the hall and was nervously attempting to blend in. That did seem like a fun idea to Kellen, but a new victim crossed his path.

The D&D club had just finished its lunch meeting, and one of the hapless members walked right in front of the jock. D&D, comic books; the perfect nerd just walked right in front of him and out the dining hall doors, unaware of the follower he'd managed to pick up.

Kellen paced his stalking to ensure he caught his new grunt in the dormitory stairwell. "Hey, nerd..."

Christopher barely had any chance to react before being shoved against the wall. Comic books spilled across the ground, and the pudgy fanboy stared up at the menacing jock with an imposing figure matching those of the superheroes on the covers of the comics now plastered on the floor. But instead of heroic deeds, these muscles worked to intimidate and scare.

"Do you enjoy math, nerd?" Kellen's stare bore into the poor bookworm.

"Well... uh, no, not re—" Christopher barely managed to stutter out his response before Kellen barrelled on.

"No, you don't get it, do you. You enjoy math, dweeb."

Again, Kellen doesn't wait around for Christopher's stuttered response. "Wait, but I don't think—"

"This is my math homework." Kellen holds up a few papers. "This is due tomorrow. You can meet me tomorrow morning, nine o'clock, in the locker room at the school gym. It had better be done."

Kellen releases Christopher and turns to go, but against his better judgment, Christopher talks back to his departing bully.

"But wait! I already have my own homework! And I have a class at 8:30! I can't meet you at—"

Again, Christopher is interrupted, finding himself slammed up against the banister.

"You see these muscles, right?" Kellen didn't wait for a response. "You don't have to read your little comic books to know that I can fuck you up. You'll be there. Tomorrow. At nine."

Kellen turns to go, and Christopher slumps to the ground. This time he's wise enough to stay silent as the asshole jock strides out the stairwell door.

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The whole encounter in the staircase baffled Christopher as much as it terrified him. He wasn't sure why he'd been selected for this daunting task but was pretty sure the stupid athlete saw the comic books and thought he was bookish and nerdy. He really wasn't; quite frankly, he was good at math, but it wasn't anything he considered fun. Why do jocks like him think a love of comic books translated into unlimited intellect and a life of devotion to school work? Life is not the Big Bang Theory—in fact, Christopher had a few failing grades of his own, but the jock selected him. What could he do about it?

Christopher was worried about being able to complete the assignment until he actually looked it over and realized he'd covered this stuff in high school. Unfortunately, tomorrow's "assignment" turned out to be a backlog of nearly a week of work. Frankly, this guy was dumb if he made it into college without being able to pass high school-level assignments. It also wasn't until Christopher was finished and he went to write the name in at the top of the assignments that he realized he didn't even know the guy's name—yup, this guy is pretty fucking stupid.

As Christopher drifted off to sleep—later than expected due to the added work—it dawned on him this might not be the last time he'd have to do this. He wished he didn't have to worry about the dumb jock's work. It was that moron's mess to get out of, not his.

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The following day, Christopher decided to head to the meeting point early. He suspected the jock wouldn't react kindly if he were late. Ten minutes early, Christopher and his Spiderman graphic tee walked in the gym doors at the school rec center. Only then did he realize how out of place he'd be. It was clear from his short stature and paunchy frame that he'd never walked through those doors in two years as a student here. It took a good half a minute before he realized he'd stopped the moment he'd walked through the door. Regaining his motor function, he awkwardly walks up to the unattended counter. After waiting a few eternal moments, a huge black guy enters through a back door.

"Can I help you?" the man asks dryly.

Yet again, Christopher can only stutter. Only this time, it's because he's starstruck and intimidated, staring at a man with the broad frame of a superhero. In front of him was Kyle, the front desk worker, but in his mind, Christopher was staring up at a man who looked more like M'Baku from the MCU.

Growing frustrated, Kyle tries to get something out of the mute kid in front of him. "Can I help you?"

"I... uh... well, I—uh..." Finally, Christopher managed to muster a thought. "I need to go in..."

Kyle looked inconvenienced. "Are you a student?"

"Uh... yeah."

"Just swipe your I.D., kid."

Kyle returned to the back room, leaving Christopher in his awkward haze. It was for the best. Had the interaction lasted any longer, Christopher might have found himself attempting the Wakandan salute to fill the tension. And that would not have been beneficial... or appropriate.

Christopher walked to the row of turnstiles, slowly pushing through after swiping his card. Then he looked up. Christopher found himself surrounded by physiques ripped from the covers of his comics. This was getting more challenging. Frozen just beyond the turnstile, he realizes he might like the comic books for more than just their storylines. Presented with the real-life muscular forms of his favorite heroes in every corner of the school gym, he realized he was getting a little hard. Another scan of the room, and he jolts, realizing his nerves since entering the building had burned through a lot of his early start. He needed to be in the locker room in just one more minute... Fortunately, a steady bustle through another door allowed him to figure out where to go. Unfortunately, he had to walk across the long room packed with sweaty athletes. Christopher locked his gaze on the door and sped through, using every ounce of effort to ignore everything around him until he pushed into the locker room.

Like the gym behind him, the locker room also bore a smattering of athletic physiques... but he should have remembered what the locker room was for. Every muscle was on display: pecs, abs, biceps, thighs, calves, more. He was lucky that—at least for the moment—none of the jocks in the locker room were actively changing their underwear. The panorama before him left him genuinely paralyzed. Right on cue, the bully from the stairwell came around a corner into the view of his latest victim.

Kellen sported nothing more than a towel and a sly grin. The physique he had on display was just like Captain America, but Christopher knew he was nothing like the upstanding model citizen from the comics. Nonetheless, Christopher was flushed. The muscular form in front of him made him harder than he'd ever been despite the sheer terror coursing through him.

Kellen just leaned in and grabbed the papers Christopher held in his hand. He looked it over. "This looks right, not that I'd know. I'd better get good grades or else..." Kellen flexed a bicep. "I'll have to teach you a lesson."

Christopher just gulped.

"Here's my phone." Kellen hands over his phone with an empty contact pulled up. "Put in your number. If I text you, you respond. If I tell you to meet me, you show up—on time. So far, you're doing great."

Christopher still stands frozen and mute but manages to take the phone and enter his number.

"Here's your next round of work. I have my class at three so we'll need to meet before then. You have a lot to do in the next few hours. Good thing you skipped class, right?"

"I— I— I—..." Christopher knows he won't be able to pull off such a tight turnaround, but his brain is overloaded. He can only stutter.

Kellen turns to go, but then turns back and gets out his phone. "Oh wait, I almost forgot." He opens up his camera app and snaps a selfie. One where the camera is placed low, around his waistline, aiming up the grooves of his abs and capturing his cocky smirk just beyond his hard pecs. "Let me send this to you. I'm gonna need a contact photo, right?" He hits send and walks away. Christopher feels the text alert buzz in his pocket. He regains his composure and blazes out of the rec center at top speed.

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Kellen figured the nerd that interested in comic books would flush at the sight of all those jocks in the locker room. The little weakling couldn't even speak! Frankly, it couldn't have gone better. At noon, he decided he'd send his summons to the little ant.

Meet me at 2. Dining hall

He was met with a few seconds of the three dots (...) before the nerd replied.

We should just meet at the gym again

In literally any other instance, he'd punish this kind of insubordination. But if this little dweeb wants to head back to that locker room, Kellen was more than happy to make that work.

Sure, bro, see you there

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Kellen arrived twenty minutes early. He disrobed and posted up in the shower, where he could see over the top of the curtain once the nerd showed up. He thought he'd rattle the little fatty with a full view of his naked body since his shirtless torso already turned the little guy into a temporary statue. The anticipation burned through the remaining minutes until two o'clock came... and then went.

2:05. Kellen is getting frustrated. But then again, he looked forward to the beat-down he'd get to deliver his insubordinate slogger.

2:10, and Kellen was about to end his time in the shower stall, reaching for the knob to shut off the water, but just then—

"Yo, Kellen! You here, bro?"

Probably just one of his dumbass teammates. "Over here, bro."

Kellen turned off the water so he could grab a towel before the other voice could get to the shower stalls. He's in the middle of drying off when—in an instant, out of nowhere, a bulky form appears behind him. It's all so out of the blue, but Kellen processes the sudden contact from behind in quick fragments... A compression shirt covering hard muscle pressed against his back; his waist gripped by strong calloused hands; A pair of gym shorts restraining a thick cock teasing his ass; an exhale brushing across the skin of his neck as the one standing behind him moves in for a kiss... Desire welling up inside him as he takes in the man behind him—

And in another instant, Kellen pushes away and whips around. He's face to face with... who is that? He'd never seen this jock in his locker room before. Kellen was about to come unhinged at the initiation of the homoerotic violation. "Who the fuck—"

But the new jock cuts in with a far more casual tone, "Whoa, Kellen, bro! I'm sorry I startled you."

Kellen's still blazing on in his rage, "What the hell was that?!"

The jock just grins and moves in towards Kellen, peeling off his Spiderman compression shirt, "I thought we were meeting in the locker room at 2, bro."

And then, acting just an impulse faster than Kellen's straight defensive rage, the new guy has his hand on Kellen's cock. Sparks jolt through his psyche, allowing the homophobic hostility to be overcome by hunger and desire. The feeling swells, and Kellen's world shifts. Christopher, the pudgy comic book nerd he'd met yesterday, was Chris the jock, Chris, his best bro.

Christopher loved the tales of heroism and hope found in the pages published by Marvel and DC of those—often in peak physical shape—using their stature, both physical and otherwise, for good. It was a world where those who looked just like his bullies were the best of humanity... well, humanity and the broader universe.... well, the broader universe and the multiverse... And maybe, as he became all too aware of that morning meeting that unknown asshole jock who shoved him against the wall in a stairwell—maybe, he enjoyed those big muscular men beyond their presence in the plot lines.

The new version of Chris loved superheroes, too, growing up as the MCU took hold and bloomed into a cultural cornerstone. He watched multiple A-list stars debut as new hero after new hero, unveiling muscle they'd gained just for the role. Through high school, the fanatic teen had taken up weight lifting—at first, just to be close to the novice jocks and then realizing some hard work would earn him a coveted form of his own. By the time he'd reached college, he'd set his sights on a career path as a sports physician and trainer, allowing him to interact with muscle daily. And the marvel-worthy body he'd built for himself meant he walked among jocks and their sculpted forms as an equal. They even recognized his heroic obsession by referring to him as "the fifth Chris"—after Evans, Hemsworth, Pratt, and Pine.

However, Chris's obsession with muscle was more than personal and professional. He had several of his bros on the hook for routine sessions for worship, wanking and other forms of general pleasure. Some of them justified it as straight bros being straight bros, and others were more emotionally invested. Chris didn't care either way as long as it was muscle and pleasure. "Muscle and pleasure" were all Chris cared about and his entire reality revolved around those things.

But Kellen's reality was split in two. He was waiting in the shower to intimidate Christopher with his physique and sense of shamelessness for his own enjoyment and, frankly, to indulge his penchant for psychological torture. But now, he remembers heading for the showers, knowing Chris would join him, and they could jack each other off before heading out to the workout floor to lift. Christopher's first visit to the locker room that morning was just another morning for Chris; Kellen's exhibitionism was matched and escalated by Chris until they were making out against the lockers. At the same time, their hands ran across their brawny frames. That photo Kellen sent to Christopher—the first thing he'd sent the flabby wimp—was just one of many suggestive photos frequently exchanged between him and Chris. And that first meeting with Christopher was just one of many times he and Chris had fucked in the stairwell. In this case, Chris had pinned him against the banister while he thrust his thick cock powerfully into Kellen's muscled ass, but they traded off who topped and who bottomed regularly. But of course, that's where they'd end up after Chris coyly walked past him in the dining hall while making sure to give his jock cock a firm squeeze. Kellen knew that was the sign that he should follow Chris to one of their secret spots.

Kellen could still remember the plump comic enthusiast he'd known for just over a day, but his head rolled back as the pleasure of his best bro's grip on his cock overtook him. He could also remember how straight he was; years of locker room shenanigans in high school and college all followed up with the obligatory "no homo" tag. Now those same homoerotic displays from Kellen's high school days were received differently in the college locker room when another freshman jock met the provocative pageant with his own brash acts. The daily game of gay chicken between bros inevitably gave way to overt sexual acts. Kellen was still straight, but he now had two former nerds whose routine fuck sessions he craved. Adam was a fixed booty call who thrived off his aggression, but Chris was now woven into his college memory as a constant presence in nearly every workout. And he extracted and reciprocated every one of Kellen's provocative and vulgar impulses until they worked themselves up into a sexual frenzy.

He knew it was the first time he'd done this, but his impulse followed the lead of nearly two years of memories this new reality had bestowed—he reached into Christopher's gym shorts and pulled the meaty shaft out of its confines. The jocks moved in closer, their pecs and abs coming together, one hand exploring, groping, rubbing, caressing the hard muscle, the other moving up and down the rod of the other bro. Lips meet, lusts rise, and breath grows heavy. Chris' thoughts are overwhelmed by the feeling of his hand running across his bro's wet skin, feeling the firm muscle underneath. The pleasure of his fingers tracing the familiar contours of his bro's body mixed with the bliss of Kellen's firm stroking up and down his cock. He loved how much Kellen loved showing off. He loved Kellen's attention to detail as he honed his physique. And most of all, he loved that Kellen loved his MCU body just as much as he did.

Kellen moans and tightens his grip. Chris moans and tweaks a nipple. Kellen's hand drifts south and gropes Chris' ballsack. Chris playfully bites Kellen's lip. The moaning and groaning swell, and jock seed shoots upwards, landing on two sets of abs.

"Mmmph…" Kellen just moans in his post-nut bliss, leaning back against the wall.

"Yeah, that was good, wasn't it, bro?" Chris changed the subject. "I gotta know. You find a nerd to get your grades up?"

The question jolts him out of the haze. Whatever this… curse was he was dealing with, that inquiry was laden with irony and insult. Resentfully, he responds with a pointed "No."

Chris didn't seem to notice. "I'm gonna go lift." He uses Kellen's towel to wipe off the cum on his chest before he slips his Spiderman compression tee back on, "I wanna shoot a thirst trap later to show off these gains to the comic book nerds on my TikTok."

Kellen was left leaning against the wall, stewing, reminded of his unfulfilled objective. Yet again, he was feeling pent-up, restless, angry, engaged— He texted Adam.

In 5 minutes, your ass is mine

And, of course, Adam replied:

OMG Yaaasss Daddy!!!🍆🍆🍆

[kkitteny]

WILLSHIRE ; nerd!gojo x reader

Undedited

Gojo remembers the eventful evening he first laid eyes on you as if it happened an hour ago.

Neither of you were one for parties. You hated the environment and everyone who went to those while Satoru felt like a sheep in a den of lions. He much rather preferred studying quantum physics and arguing in video game forums for hours on end anyways, he couldn’t dream of trying to fit into that lifestyle.

It was a Saturday night and the two of you were at a frat party you clearly didn’t want to go to. He had been forced by his pushy friend Shoko who could almost cry seeing one of her best friends who’s never been laid before fall deeper into his geeky hole of doom while your annoying roomate promised she’d stop littering her bras if you stopped being an overworking shut in and enjoyed at least one night out before you eventually died of boredom.

You clung to the corner of the living room in the frat house in your tight miniskirt and sparkly tube top like a sheep in wolf’s clothing, holding a fruit punch and daydreaming about your notes for the upcoming criminology test you lad later that week while Gojo sat on the couch awkwardly in his digimon shirt, attempting to drink the most likely poisonous mixture of alcoholic drinks shoko gave him.

The second he laid eyes on you he swore he found the reason for his existence. You locked eyes with him seconds later, spending several minutes eye fucking across the room as if the purple lights and blaring music didn’t exist. After a couple seconds of internal panicking you finally gained the courage to talk to him, gently sliding yourself onto the couch next to him as the two of you talked about anime and your dislike for parties.

Within ten minutes the two of you clicked, cracking jokes and flirting as if you’d known each other for ages. He knew he had to ask you out before some other man much cooler than he was could scoop you up. He knew he was interested— it would be dumb if he let his shyness miss out from your perfect legs, nice figure, beautiful hair, sense of humor, and absolutely gorgeous face.

You knew you were meant for eachother, walking around the front yard in the dark of the night giggling like sneaky teenagers while cracking jokes left and right— he was so in love he didn’t even think about sex once (even though it was kind of the entire reason shoko forced him to go out), you and your personality were everything to him.

You and him made sense.

One thing lead to another and you were in his dorm room, surrounded by anime and science posters as you guys watched a movie.

It was around 4 am ish and you sat comfortably under his arm as the two of you continued your hours long conversation. You changed into one of his shirts (a digimon shirt that went halfway past your thighs) and your purse and phone were long abandoned somewhere in the room as you discussed your lives.

He was enamored— he felt like he could see his whole future next to him and he had to do something. He couldn’t let this go. He couldn’t risk losing this absolute gem that clicked with him like a lego peice.

“I know that we’ve known each other for a couple hours but i really think i like you.” He blurted out while you were mid sentence discussing your upcoming assignment.

You paused, pursing your lips as you shifted uncomfortably. “I like you, like a lot. But i’m kind of in the middle of a confusing situation right now.”

Well he never saw that coming.

“I’ve been thinking about breaking up with Geto for a while now; He’s been really distant lately but i’m not sure what i really want to do.”

Well damn.

Geto had been dodging Gojo’s texts for a while now, so finding out that he was in a relationship was a bit unexpected.

“—But we can still hang out like this.” You smiled, nudging your head deeper into his chest.

As much as he wished he could, be couldn’t protest. You were almost too good to be true and he found himself texting you ‘my place at 7:00?’ Almost daily against his will.

He swore this isn’t him. He’s a good person and wouldn’t ever try to do such a thing to one of his own friends. He has morals and respects boundaries; but you were an exception. You alone made him drop his good nature in an instant. He only fell deeper into his hole of regrettable actions, hanging out with you nearly every day.

He often found himself praying on your breakup so that he wouldn’t have to feel so guilty about pursuing his best friends girl.

But Geto barely talks to him anymore. That makes it less of a big deal, right? I mean— they’re barely even friends and haven’t spoken in about a month. In all honesty, he’d rather be able to take you on dates and buy you new romance manga than text Geto once a month and maybe run fortnite duos.

Gojo was deeply in love.

And he was fucked.

You guys were together almost every single day, FaceTiming on days that you weren’t while you completed miscellaneous tasks and flirted nonstop, even falling asleep while on the phone. It literally felt like you were dating.

You couldn’t even save his number, constantly deleting your messages to hide your blooming “friendship” from your boyfriend. Gojo would have to constantly remind you to delete full on discussions to prevent Geto from thinking the twi of you were doing things behind his back.

You once even asked Geto to bring a friend when he invited you out to an amusement park as an excuse to hang out with Gojo, practically abandoning your boyfriend while the two of you walked off giggling and sharing food.

Your conversation flowed so smoothly and easily that Geto could almost smell the chemistry between you two. Of course when he brought it up the two of you only laughed it off, and told him it was nothing making him even more jealous.

Of course none of this was intentional— but gosh, Gojo felt like he finally found what he’d longed for. In fact, he (unintentionally) began having thoughts that if he ruined the friendship it wouldn’t be a necessarily bad thing.

No— he can’t do that. You were Geto’s first. He had integrity for that. You and him had history, while Gojo was just the new man.

For the first time in a while, Geto actually tried ro be an active boyfriend.

This also meant that for the first time in a while you went days without seeing Gojo, which soon turned into weeks.

This only made his stomach churn.

He knew that you and Geto argued about him.

He knew this was wrong— no, he knew HE was wrong. He felt guilty, but not really. He was very aware of where he went wrong and where he should’ve set boundaries but of course, he let his emotions overtake his judgement.

Your absence put a genuine dent in Gojo’s life. It was pretty obvious that Geto wanted you away from him and he almost felt sick, knowing that you were with your punk ass boyfriend and not in his dorm.

He was content with life and didn’t really aspire much. There wasn’t anything he really wanted in life and he didn’t feel like he was missing anything— Except you.

When his phone flashed a notification he quickly snatched it and checked the notification. It was a habit he picked up so he could read your messages before you unsent them to keep your boyfriend from suspecting anything.

‘He’s going out of town for a week for an internship.’

He practically jumped for joy seeing your message.

He immediately cancelled all his hangouts for that week (not that he had many) and called you to invite you over. You arrived almost instantly, jumping on top of him to engulf him in a massive hug before settling on his bed.

“Where should we go?” You grinned, throwing yourself on his duvet.

“We can go to the beach— or an arcade?” He suggested. He could go almost anywhere with you. He would die with you right there if you asked him to— anything, as long as you were together.

As long as you were with him he’d be content.

The whole week you spent together felt like a romcom movie that he wished could never end. He nearly lost his shit when you couldn’t sleep over anymore because Geto finally came back. He couldn’t stand being away from you, practically begging you to lie to your boyfriend so he could see you again.

Eventually, you told Geto you were spending three days at your mom’s house. But three turned to five, and soon seven, prompting strings of angry phone calls from your boyfriend asking where the fuck you were at. You definitely weren’t at your mom’s, considering your terrible relationship and constant arguing, and you were definitely not anywhere he would approve of you being.

But you could care less, you were practically in heaven. You stayed with Gojo at his parents house baking, watching movies, doing beach trips and manicures and night swims and shopping until his wallet was begging to be put down.

In the end, you couldn’t do it. You hated the guilty feeling every time Satoru made you smile or when he hugged you so tight the entire world dissapeared around you two.

After another shopping trip, you sat in his car while the two of you shared a bag of candy. You couldn’t even look him in the eye at that point, staring into the dark of night as you chewed.

“Satoru, i’m sorry.” You mumbled, a tear dropping as you set the bag down.

“For what?” He giggled. “If you want the rest you can have it.”

“No, it’s not that— i just can’t do this anymore.”

His smile immediately dropped as he turned to you, placing his hand over yours.

“I can’t commit to ‘us’. I’m still with him.”

You couldn’t fully dedicate yourself to Gojo because you were with HIM.

Then why the fuck when you hang out it’s like he doesn’t exist?

“We can stay friends. It’s what we’ve been doing, right?” He asked in an almost pleading tone.

“We both know it’s more than that, Satoru.” You breathed, tears welling in your eyes. “You’re addictive, I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stand being away from you. When i’m with Suguru all i can think about is what you’re doing or eating or wearing and it’s too much.”

You pulled your hand away from his, wiping your eyes. “I’m so attached to you that i literally had you wait in my car while i went to dinner with him. The whole time i ate all i could think about is topics to talk about with you.”

“If you don’t want to hurt him then why are we doing this? Why did you answer all my calls and text messages and come over?” Gojo mumbled, now refusing to look at you.

“Please, Satoru.” You finally glanced at him. “We got into an argument and i told him how i felt about you. He doesn’t even look at me anymore. I don’t like this situation i just want to be done with this.

He simply nodded, starting the car and driving you back to his parents house, breaking the dead silence of the car with sniffles and coughs.

And just like that, you were done.

He couldn’t sleep a wink that night, he could only cry. He felt like he got promised the sky and was shoved into the sea.

He should’ve backed off when you said you were Suguru’s. He knew all of this was wrong and he let himself overstep so many boundaries that he would’ve never even dared crossing in the past.

No— fuck that, you were an absolute gem. The connection you had was something he’d never be able to find in a million years, this wasn’t his fault, right?

After all, the phone works two ways. YOU knew what you were doing.

You did all the sneaking around. You flirted with him when you first met like it was second nature. You don’t do shit like that when you’re in a relationship. And you knew you had a boyfriend and you continued. You weren’t innocent. Whenever he left you went straight to Gojo’s. You even met his parents and they loved you. You acted like your current relationship didn’t even exist.

No— Suguru didn’t even claim you to begin with. He never told gojo, and gojo was one of his best friends. He didn’t care about you until he saw gojo make you smile, he nearly lost his shit.

No, Satoru was in the wrong.

He spent the whole night lying awake, tears pricking in his eyes as he accepted his defeat, preparing the awkwardly silent drive home in the morning.

He hated this, he hated what you did.

And what’s worse, he couldn’t even look at you and think about bad words.

He knew he was a bad person. He didn’t mean to cause all this— it just happened. It was like all of his morals were powerless once you came into his life. You were just so endearing.

You were just too far out of reach.

This is such an old ao3 draft i wanted to publish the writing is terrible guys im sorry

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - Screw everything else inject On1y into my damn veins

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Aug 2024 Week 4

Ongoing Series - Thai

Monster Next Door (Thai Thurs Gaga ) eps 5-6 of 12 - Extreme introvert dealing with a very hot, very drunk, very affectionate extrovert was an excellent experience all around. “I was drunk and talking out of my ass, but I wasn’t lying” maybe one of the world’s greatest confessions. How meta that he’s checking out the book of the story that he’s in. Carry on boys, very enjoyable, very Thai BL.

My Love Mix-Up Th (Fri YT) ep 12 fin - It’s cute. They are all very cute. I do like it when high school BL gives us a coming out sequence. I know it’s old-fashioned, but it’s a trope that goes with this particular setting really well, and I just like it when it’s done nicely. I’m not sure I needed it to totally dominate the final episode of the series. But it was fine.

I gotta say, Fourth is an absolutely outstanding actor. He really did knocked it out of the park in this last episode especially. 

In conclusion:

It was fine and it was charming, but it was also a little lackluster. Thailand managed to take one of Japan's softest cutest most bonkers BLs in recent memory and make it softer and cuter and... dull. They did this by watering it down. JBLs almost always have an edge to them, even the rom-coms, by dulling the edge, MLMU lost a great deal of the sparkle and tension as well. What an office setting managed to mostly maintain in the consummate hands of TayNew felt somewhat lackluster when handed off to the next generation and a high school setting. Cherry Magic was a lovely reinterpretation, Mix Up was an amateur's watercolor rendition of a colorful oil painting. Am I being harsh? G4 tried their best, and Fourth turned in some outrageously good acting in the latter half. But the show? It was fine. If you like water colors and you haven't seen (and loved) Kieta Hatsukoi. 8/10

This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans (Fri iQIYI) ep 8 fin - This was the first hint we got that the lead's relationship was anything more than sexual. And it was utilized for a breakup?! JJ and Wan's friendship is the best thing about this show. PWan selling JJ out to Methas was great. I was modestly delighted by the big fuck off ownership engagement ring. I admire a boy who likes to mark his territory with bling. I actually thought this was a decent final episode. If very rushed. I know, in general this ending was objectively weak, but I grinned the entire time, so I can’t really complain that much.

Final thoughts?

A story about a kid who infiltrates a cooking competition under false pretenses and then has to deal with the consequences when he falls in love with the head chef. The side couple is a poor little rich boy meets physical therapist (morality chain). The core friendships are excellent and the chemistry cannot be faulted across the (charcuterie) board. What this show lacks in substance it makes up for in health code violations. It was all chili all the time. Considering that the plot centered on betrayal but the romantic relationship never sweetened enough to balance that bitterness; one could be forgiven for throwing this one in the compost. But I got over all its weaknesses in flavor balancing for an ultimately satisfying meal, with a great dessert course. I've always loved spicy food. Plus the blooper reels were fantastic. 8/10

Addicted Heroin (Thai Tues WeTV) ep 2 of 10 - I like the side couple a lot. It’s nice to see that dynamic developed (as it wasn't in the CBL version). Of course, Thailand leans into a secondary couple, but I also like the super popular jock + geeky boy who couldn’t care less. You know what? I’m actually really enjoying this. And yes, I AM biased because it's August. (Wait, that could be taken several different ways this month. But you know what I mean.) Anygay, this is a lot softer than the original, and so Hero is much more of a pining character and less harsh. But I'm still enjoying it. I like the stepbrothers trope (we don’t get it very much from Thailand), and I enjoy the beats and pulses of this particular story. We will see if it derails into inconsequence and lack of conflict the way My Love Mixup did.  

Sunset X Vibes (Sat iQIYI) ep 11 of 12 - I’m enjoying this show but it should’ve been just 10 eps. It’s feeling bloated at this juncture. That said, I loved our little GL kiss. Very pretty. I also really like the bit with Sam and Yo flirting with each other. Sam trying to get Yo to call him P'Sam was fucking brilliant. And then slipping in all of those nongs. Delightful. Linguistic negotiation, it's what's for dinner... along with Sam's d**k apparently. I frankly did not think they would take this couple that far. So, thank you very much everybody involved.

Battle of the Writers (Sun YT) ep 4 of 12 - I do enjoy watching Yim freak out and fall in love all over again. The reality is still better for me than the fantasy parts, but it’s all fun enough. The magic mushrooms bit was odd. In fact, there is definitely a core tenor of ODD going on with the show. Which I’m accustomed to from Japan but I’m not really sure about from Thailand. Thus I remain engaged but suspicious of this BL. 

I Saw You in My Dream (Weds Gaga) ep 6 of 12 - Yu wants to take his baby on a trip, gets thwarted by his younger brother. Ouch. I really do think it’s time for Ai to tell Yu what’s going on with his dreams! Drunken boyfriend bolster pillow is a fav trope of mine. As usual, I’m catching second lead syndrome. What? I liked the rich boy badminton player. And then he picked up a guitar. Oh well.

The Trainee (Sun YouTube) ep 8 of 12 - No one cares about the hets. He was jelly? Cute. Also kinda an arse, by hey this is BL. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

The On1y One (Taiwan Thurs Gaga) eps 1-2 of 12 - announced in 2023, high school, stepbrothers, and is reputed to be high heat. Based on a novel Mou Mou + the Your Name Engraved Herein team.

ARE YOU READY? I'M GOING TO NOT SO QUIETLY LOSE MY DAMN MIND

This is old-school BL and it’s bloody fantastic. Tsundere seme to beat all tsundere (smartest + tallest + bestest at everything but people) meets socially-ept cutie smart-ass protag.

They living together by end of ep 1 and start kissing by end of ep 2.

There is an Unknown quality to this, and that I love. Also, and ironic to say this while Addicted Heroin Th is airing, but this REALLY reminds me of Addicted. It’s so fucking good. I am all in on this show. Shut up while this eats my life.

Cosmetic Playlover (Japan Tues Gaga) eps 5-6 of 8 - Of course! The POV shift to the seme character at ep 5! How could I forget? Japan loves this beat! AND.... The running of the gays. And a use of a first name! So darling. Also some crazy great communication and conversation that is NOT a hallmark of Japan. Sahashi is so very possessive. I loved the switch that went on in his brain and the mania in his eyes when he thought someone else was interested in Natsume. I continue to love this.

I Hear the Sunspot AKA Hidamari ga Kikoeru (Japan Weds Gaga) ep 10 of 12 - I’m never going to like Maya. Sorry. And the leads were separated for most of this episodes so it was largely disappointing. I did like the insight into the way T sees the world, and sees the alienation of a disability and what it's dong to his friend. It’s very empathic. He’s such an appealing character in his obtuse bull-headed way.

Seoul Blues (Korea Fri? YouTube) ep 2 of 8 - It’s intriguing, and I'm happy to have anything from Korea on my dash. But, like Blue Boys, I’m not entirely sure if I like it or not.

First Note Of Love (Taiwan Mon Gaga) eps 3-4 of 12 - This may be Taiwan but I’m still in the "no singing" camp. I’m getting a slightly better chemistry feel off the leads in this episode. I’m not sure if they’re keeping it stiff because the younger character is under age or if it’s just that the actors aren’t there yet? (In other words is this a directing choice or a performance issue?)

Takara's Treasure AKA Takara No Vidro (Japan Mon Gaga) ep 8 of 10 - I've finally come down firmly on the fact that it’s the uneven power distribution (in terms of interest and enthusiasm for the relationship) that I dislike about this show. Generally, I like a power dynamic differential, kinky and all that. But this particular dynamic, when it’s the weaker personality that’s so much more into the stronger one? I never like it, unless it engages a serious pivot at some point. (See My Personal Weatherman or Takara & Amagi.)

It's airing but...

Sugar Dog Life (Japan Sun grey) ep 3 of 10 - I was really loving this one but I can't find ep 3 anywhere so I guess I gotta wait it out. I hope I get to see it eventually.

4 Minutes (Sat Gaga) eps 1-6 of 8 - Gaga picked this one up so we can watch it there. If I have time, I'll get caught up and put it into rotation.

In case you missed it

Meet You at the Blossom (China) - I'm eating crow, binging the fucker, and live blogging.

The Time of Fever AKA Unintentional Love Story 2 (Korea movie) trailer IS COMING IN SEPTEMBER!!!! (Yeah this is gonna sit here until then).

Next Week Looks Like This:

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

Coming Next Month:

The Time of Fever (Korea)

9/1 Live in Love (Thai)

9/3 Happy of the End (Japan)

9/6 Kidnap (Thai)

9/7 The Hidden Moon (Thai)

9/9 Jack & Joker (Thai)

9/14 Love Sick 2024 (Thai)

9/17 Love is Like a Poison AKA Doku Koi: Doku mo Sugireba Koi to Naru (Japan)

More deets next week. It's late and I'm tired.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

It was pretty. I am very shallow.

Even more pretty. Petition to have Tenon with his shirt off and hair back in every subsequent Thai BL? Just because.

(SunsetXVibes)

(Last week)

Streaming services are listed by how I (usually) watch, which is with a USA based IP, and often offset by a day because time zones are a pain.

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

Sigh, Tumblr in its infinite wisdom doesn't like too many tags.

[traegorn]

So Remember You Can Find Me Elsewhere...

I love Tumblr, and plan to stay here until the lights turn off or they make me leave -- but honestly I'm always nervous about the future of this platform. So I thought I'd remind you guys that I exist elsewhere online.

My own websites:

First off, I've been maintaining my own website since 1996 and I have a blog there that I started in 2001 when I was twenty and working retail. It is, for better or for worse, the most "me" place online. It has three different domains -- trhonline.com, traedorn.com and traegorn.com -- but they're all the same site. You can always find me and my stuff there.

I'm also part of a collective of creators called Nerd & Tie, which started out as a podcast network but has been branching out into other media. And it, of course, has a site.

I have other websites like Peregrine Lake's site or BS-Free Witchcraft's, but those two places will always function as central hubs for what I (or we) are currently doing. Also, we have independent forums for Nerd & Tie where folks can talk to each other without a corporate overlord collecting data or ads ever appearing (I put ads on my sites -- but not on the forums).

But now on to other social networks and sites I don't run:

First off, my Patreon. Obviously there are perks for my paid membership, but free members can get some updates here, so if you have an account, why not follow for free?

But also I'm on other sites to varying degrees -- so here's the list:

Finally, besides the forums I mentioned earlier, Nerd & Tie has a Discord you can join where I can always be found.

And that's it pretty much? I probably forgot something, but that's it for now.

[crazybiaatch]

I'm just gonna put some of my npmd hcs out into the world bc I have been thinking abt this musical all week and if I don’t talk abt it i Will Explode

Peter Spankoffsi

Polish Jew - ethnic, non practising.

Parents aren't around (travel/dead/lost custody) so he lives with Ted, he was originally living in Clivesdale and was shocked by the Clivesdale hate.

Moved to Hatchetfeild in the 4th grade and was immediately bullied by Max for being from Clivesdale

Had an emo phase

Ted and Paul set up playdates with Richie, Pete, and Alice so they could bond

Ruth Flemming

Lives with her autistic dad

Dad is touch adverse, Ruth's love language is touch. This is why she is so desperate to be touched.

Wannabe Discord Kitten

Plays COD - bullies everyone for sucking at it

Scarily good at English (it's the knowledge from the play)

Richie Lipschitz

ME

He was actually the "I have the power of God and Anime on my side" kid

only listens to Ops/Eds/Osts/J-Pop and Midwest emo music

If he wasn't already being bullied so severely, he would be a full blown emo

Grace Chastity

Baptist

Her parents didn't let her attend sex ed but she already knew everything from finding wattpad as a child

HATES Wattpad when we see her in the show

yknow those people who rant and rave about ao3 being full of cp and r/pe and all those other things? yeah that's her

runs a modesty outfit inspo insta account

She does actually mean well at the beginning of the show. The end is more complicated.

Max Jagerman

transmasc

WAIT GUYS DONT LEAVE IT MAKES SENSE

hypermasculine to reach his dads expectations

youngest brother (older sister at the least - also middle child brother but I'm not as sure on that)

poor

was scared of Coraline as a kid

If he was Australian he would literally just Be A Guy down here

100% makes Jagermeister jokes

Stephine Lauter

half black (duh)

CHUB

army

runs a very popular edit account

when her dad took her phone, her fans held a wake for her

horrible driver with way too much confidence

ofmd fan

was once a child on roblox scamming people for their robux

is now an adult on roblox taking dress to impress way too seriously

has written fanfiction

BONUS

Kyle is secretly a complete and utter geek and only became comfortable being geeky after Max's disappearance, he was also the only one on the team to actually mourn him when they found out he'd died (also offcier Bailey's son)

[wndaswife]

hi!

any headcanons about christina ? 👀👀

- i think she’s an OKAY cook… she has gotten better because of how much she tries but it’s not because she’s naturally good at it at all. she’s actually naturally a mess in the kitchen, and though she practices a lot and tries to cook more often, the kitchen is always a mess afterwards. she appreciates when you come in during the process and clean for her

- she’s pretty forgetful; sometimes you have to remind her to do something several times through the day if she’s out doing errands

- though she has learned a lot about independence and growing up on her own once her sisters left, she never learned entirely how to care for herself. she’s sometimes bad at taking care of herself when she’s sick, for example

- didn’t really get that you were flirting with her or interested in her for the first few weeks you knew each other. which is very comedic because she was totally interested in you and overthought a lot, and didn’t want to seem weird or too geeky or nerdy

- just a little baby when you cuddle together, she balls up and likes to be held and kissed on the forehead

- she struggles with sharing her problems sometimes but has gotten much better. she never had close female friends and never connected well with male peers, so she often felt isolated or strange, and wasn’t well adjusted to telling loved ones ab her issues

- she has a very funny habit when she wants to get you to stay for longer. she’ll try to make up excuses when you have to leave, asking very innocently as nonchalantly if you’d like to watch another movie or come up with any reason to talk some more. it comes from not growing up knowing how to communicate wanting intimacy and closeness

- allergic to seaweed (that you eat, not at the beach)

- i think she’s very fun to be around when drunk, she is touchy and happy and in the mood to sing and dance

- doesn’t actually know how to ride a bike. she says in theory she should be able to, but she can’t 👎🏼

[thejoyofseax]

Strawberry Raid IV Laurel Prize Display: Fermented Porridge

Strawberry Raid IV is just over, and it included a Laurel Prize Display. This is an arrangement whereby aspiring artisans of whatever kind bring out their stuff to display it, and the attending Laurels (and everyone else) gets to look at it, poke it, ask questions, and in my case, taste it.

My overall Big Arts & Sciences project at the moment is a reconstruction of pre-Norman Irish cuisine. The outcrop of this at Strawberry Raid was fermented porridges (which I've done before) and this time I tried a ten-day ferment.

The Prize Display is an excellent format. It gives room to talk about some of the super-geeky aspects of a project, and to see other people doing the same with theirs. I got all the Laurels present, pretty much, to try the porridges, and explained the context and the likely usage.

The four-day ferment was the by-now-familiar slightly cheesy, slightly sour taste. The ten-day one was, from my point of view, spectacularly sour, too much so for my own palate. However, several people, including some of the Laurels, preferred it to the 4-day one, and said they'd happily eat it on, variously, crackers, bread, or with jam.

Master Alexandre pointed out that it's essentially sauerkraut with oatmeal.

Someone (I now forget who) asked about why porridge would have been fermented. I reckon it's to fill some of the taste gap in the winter - sowens, the Scottish dish that's essentially the same thing, is associated with New Year and the months that follow, and in Irish food, with very little in the way of preservation available, there would have been only a few different tastes through the winter. So the variation of fermenting it would have alleviated that considerably.

(Image of Magnifica Magdalena Grace Vane and myself, with the two pots of porridge between us. Photo by Viscountess Agnes Boncour.)

The Porridge Project

[madegeeky]

Severence: Here, look at all these interesting characters. The entire point is they're trying to figure out who they are and do right by the people around them.

Me: Okay, sure, they're neat.

Severence: Oh and also here's this secondary character, a rich priveledged woman who is an absolutely awful human being, but don't worry we won't spend a ton of time on her. Anyway, back to the main characters!

Me, banging my silverware in the table: HELENA HELENA HELENA HELENA

(I'm obsessed with her and I need to know everything about her and how much she obviously hates her privileged life and everything she feels about Mark and Helly. This is, in fact, the only reason I care about that relationship at all and so I need to know all her thoughts.)

[chettyspagetti]

Headcannons I may draw one day who knows but it’s mainly dumb things kids do

-Neil gets his dads attention by tugging on his shirt

-Spacekid has ate bubbles and tried to blow it with his mouth

- Neil will tell Spacekid to do stuff for him and not tell an adult, then tell them like 2 minutes later

-Spacekid and Neil are horrified of Thunderstorms cus they are sensitive to sound and will hide under their covers and cover their ears

- Neil when nervous will mumble all of his words and then not repeat it

- Spacekid tries to copy what other campers do since he can’t see social cues but they ALSO can’t tell social cues well so it’s just the blind leading the blind

-Neil has a favorite parent when he’s a kid and it’s his mom , but as he gets older he likes them both equally (Him and his dad are just Goofy and Max)

-Spacekid canonically can’t read so I assume his handwriting is just shit

-Neil will give up on a hobby if he instantly isn’t good at it (unless it’s to prove a point, then he’ll do whatever it takes to do it)

-Spacekid is scared of the easier bunny I just have a gut feeling about that

Okay some shippy stuff cus I don’t rlly care about cannon

- Neil and Spacekid like to talk about science ofc, but other things like comic books and other nerdy shit (pretty cannon)

-Neil is Nerdy and Spacekid Is Geeky

-Spacekid is a very touchy kid and will find a way to squirm his way next to Neil

- Neil does appreciate how Spacekid is the only kid that listens to him , he’s just too prideful to admit he likes it

-Spacekid can’t tell the difference between friendship and a crush so he fully assumes whatever he feels towards Neil is just really good friendship

-Neil had a melt down when someone suggested he might like Spacekid (he didn’t tell them it was him just vaguely told his feelings towards “someone he knew”) because he was scared if he did like he’d get severely bullied

-Spacekid is super independent, and Neil sure does notice when he ISN’T around. At first it’s nice for a break but later on Neil is very much impatiently waiting for him to come bother him again

-If asked Spacekid will say “Uhh yeah I think Neil’s cool :))” and that’s kinda it so it gives the impression he doesn’t like him like that. Hes just really stupid , and 10!

-Neil journals about his feelings and it’s incredibly embarrassing to do for him. He’s burying his face in his book and rubbing his face hard out of it being hard to think about

-They exclusively hang out at night , it’s less embarrassing for Neil and he can be more open and less stressed . Either in one of their tents , the docks, or general outside (away from everyone else )

- When there is quite moments at night they’ll hold hands for a little bit , and it’s nice

- Spacekid offers his cape as a blanket, and even though it’s gross to Neil he still uses it

-They both have no idea what any of this means and both are too scared to move forward in any way

Neil doesn’t want to accept he feels like this (biphobia), especially because it’s Spacekid . Spacekid would much rather keep the friendship then try to push for something more and loose it . And so a stale mate ensues (this is when they are older like middle school when they are more aware)

[knickynoo]

I had gotten that Michael J. Fox "Rolling Stone" a while ago, and I recently acquired another magazine with an interview with him. It's the January 1988 edition of "Interview."

Here it is in its special plastic pouch. It also arrived carefully packed in three of those sturdy, flat cardboard boxes to ensure it arrived without damage. I was opening it and just kept finding more packaging with every layer of tape I cut through, lol.

First of all, this magazine is huge. Here it is next to a regular-sized magazine (Also featuring MJF that I picked up at the checkout line at a grocery store a few months ago)

Some highlights from the interview, along with several pictures I'd never seen before:

The interviewer mentions being enthusiastically greeted by Michael's dog, Burnaby, before the two of them lead the way through the house. He writes, "I followed as the two pranced down the hall. One of them let out a bark."

I'm telling you. Almost every interview with Michael from the 80s mentions that he would spontaneously get up and just start "bopping" around the room, pacing, sitting in different places, etc. There was an old interview with Meredith Baxter (Elyse on Family Ties) who was talking about Michael and said something along the lines of, "I love that boy, but he just doesn't slow down for a second. He's always in a whirlwind of motion." And she goes on to say that he's always buzzing around wildly on the set and mentions a moment when he excitedly presented her with Christmas gifts that were all unwrapped because he couldn't be bothered to sit still long enough to wrap them.

Makes me think of how, in his new documentary, Still, he mentions how he was never able to stay still. This is very much evident in all these interviews!

Michael, on his perception of himself: "I've always thought of myself as small. Geeky. Ferretlike." What a description.

Can't help but wonder exactly what point of the show that was, where that happened to him.

One of my favorite photos of him! I'd never known where it was from and had also never seen the full image.

This was a very neat find and addition to my collection.

[stereax]

Was Hakstol a bad coach or do you think there are just personality/coaching style differences that lead to him being canned (hahaha get it?). Obviously this is speculative.

Both.

It's simple, and it's both.

A shorter Stereanalysis for you, under the cut!

All stats, except where noted, are taken from MoneyPuck.

Dave Hakstol was a Jack Adams finalist last year. Generally, the Jack Adams and its finalist positions are given to those coaches who manage to engineer great one-year improvements in their team (see: Lindy Ruff [NJD 22-23], Darryl Sutter [CGY 21-22], Alain Vigeneault [PHI 19-20]). And often, these coaches cannot keep this level of success the next year and then summarily get canned (see: Lindy Ruff [NJD 22-23], Darryl Sutter [CGY 21-22], Alain Vigeneault [PHI 19-20]). (Trust me, half the Jack Adams candidates are out quick within 1-2 seasons after. These are just the more egregious.)

Seattle caught fire with an unsustainable 22-23 season. This is true. The 23-24 season was also slightly uncharacteristically bad regression from the team. It highlighted:

- They have one of the worst shooting% in the league. 7.68% 5 on 5 is fifth worst in the NHL, only above the actual bottom feeders (CHI, SJS, ANA) and, somehow, FLA. All situations, it's 9.11%, fourth worst (CHI, PHI, SJS are below SEA).

(Interestingly, they are the most blocked team in the NHL, with 30.82% of their shots being blocked in all situations. Additionally, 32.64% of their unblocked shots miss the net in all situations. This is fourth worst in the NHL, with only CAR, VAN, and SJS with more.)

- Tied into the last point, they cannot score. 2.57 goals for per 60 in all situations is fourth worst in the NHL (CHI, SJS, ANA are even worse). 5 on 5, this is 2.11 and fifth worst (SJS, CHI, ANA, WSH).

(Another thing that doesn't help is a 47.52% faceoff percentage. It's only eighth worst in the league, but winning faceoffs helps establish possession, leading to scoring chances.)

- They're also not generating high-danger or medium-danger chances. SEA is third worst in all situations high-danger shots for, at 252, tied with WSH (usual suspects CHI and SJS top the list). They're fourth worst in all situations medium-danger shots for, at 575, tied with DET (usual suspects CHI, ANA, SJS above). Sixth and eighth worst, respectively, at 5 on 5.

- Plus, they go on losing skids. A lot. I counted at least five separate 4+ game losing streaks. 2 were 8-game losing streaks. Outside of the 1 9-game winstreak, Seattle failed to string more than 2 wins in a row all season.

- Running Daccord dry does not help. 23 starts in 25 games is batshit.

There's a few other issues, too. Let's talk about those.

Seattle's success in 2022-23 was strongly due to their ability to "roll four lines". Generally, on a hockey team, your top two lines are offensive. Your third line is a "checking" line that shuts down other teams' top sixes while offering a few goals in a pinch. Your fourth line is an "energy" line that plays short sprint shifts to "disrupt" other teams.

Seattle had one of the best fourth lines last year with Donato-Geekie-Sprong, who were highly effective at their roles plus contributed meaningful offense (27, 29, 46 points, respectively). Seattle got rid of all three in the offseason last year (CHI-BOS-DET, respectively), which considerably thinned out their four-line assault. Replacements such as Yamamoto, Tatar, and Bellemare have struggled and been unable to find lasting success.

Additionally, Seattle's been having trouble developing its kids. When the entire team went through a points drought this year, its new-era star Beniers was hit severely, going from 57 points and a Calder last year to 37 this year. Wright, too, has not had meaningful NHL time yet, which is concerning for a former consensus 1OA. While Seattle's strategy was never to "contend now", and it did not anticipate looking like a solid contender in 22-23, it did not adjust to this newer timetable and thus took a massive step back. This is what got Hakstol canned.

Interestingly, the "character" remarks seem to be refuted by Ron Francis (the GM) as well as Eberle and McCann, all of whom went to bat for Hakstol and said nobody "threatened" not to play for Hakstol if he remained the coach of the Kraken. I'm sure there's some truth to it, but, at the end of the day, Hakstol just did a bad job coaching.

[mskenway97]

Info of Astra

Description general

Name: Astra Halley

Pronouns: She/It

Specie: Human

Orientation: Bi

Height: 1.65 meters

Voice: Erica Méndez

Age: 27

Physical appearance

Hair color: light brown

Hair style: this

Eye color: gray

Skin tone: porcelain

Have freckles?: no

Scars: No

Any complement?: glasses

Picture of her

Personality description

Curious, gossipy when it comes to aliens, always helping people, mouthy in situations where she should be quiet, handy, totally geeky about aliens and space, outgoing, somewhat awkward.

Description of the past

Astra Halley was born in 2105, when human technology had already achieved great feats in space travel, technology with robots that respected the laws of robotics, several space bases near Mars… Despite all the advances in technology, Astra was interested in retro, in a VHS player that her grandfather left her with videos of old alien movies, something that made Astra very fond of science fiction, always playing with the Martians since she was a child and making a notebook of what they were like. Everyone looked at her like she was crazy for talking about aliens when they didn't exist, but she always said the opposite. Years later, she ended up studying astronomy to at least get closer to space. She was always busy looking at the stars in the big observatory until late at night. Her work was read by an organisation that was interested in her progress. She ended up working for them. Astra's family consisted of her father, who was proud of her, her grandfather, who talked to him about everything he had discovered, and her little sister Nicola, who had always adored her. But now her research was at a crossroads: she was talking to everyone who could make space travel possible, but it would require resources they didn't have. Astra wanted at least to meet an alien, no matter how much everyone told her she was crazy or that what she was saying was a scientific impossibility. If humans could do such things, who's to say we're not alone? she used to say.

Nsft Information

Astra let's just say she has some fetishes that she hides well. She is fond of being a size bigger than she is and may like to be squashed a little and maybe something vore to watch that is safe and soft. Not that she likes to talk about it, the conversation always becomes awkward if she mentions something she's seen in an alien movie. The hands and big breasts make her blush without her being able to stop. She is a complete submissive.