#i don't think any of us were expecting anything else from Angel's story

[kwanisms]

Dinner & Dessert — c.jh

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➮ virgin!Jongho × experienced!Reader wc: 3.6k summary: Jongho takes Y/N out on a nice dinner date but they decide to have dessert back at Y/N's dorm room. genres/themes/au: light fluff, smut; best friends to lovers (bff2l), college setting; non idol au, bff au, college au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, reader is smaller than Jongho, alcohol consumption, mentions of food, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut!

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a/n: sorry it's taken so long to get this out but here's the next part of the Jongho Corruption Kink Miniseries. Thank you to Bro for reading this for me cause I wasnt sure if it was any good. I don't have much else to say about this other than I cranked this out in a couple hours so I hope you like it! Thank you for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: oral (f & m receiving), cum swallowing, praise (m receiving), slight body worship (f receiving), corruption kink, pussy drunk Jongho (man gets one taste and just goes feral), mild face fucking (f receiving), deepthroating, use of pet names (hers: baby, babe, angel; his: babe, baby), light fingering (f receiving), and I think that's all? Lemme know if I missed any!

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“I want you to teach me how to give oral.”

The words had caught you off guard as soon as they left your best friend boyfriend’s lips. Your lips parted in shock as you let the noodles from your meal slip off your fork while you fixed him with an incredulous stare.

Quickly, you glanced around before leaning in and meeting his gaze.

“We are in public, Jongho!” you hissed. He said nothing, merely blinking back at you like he hadn’t just said something inherently sexual and inappropriate for dinner conversation.

Not that you were opposed to this kind of behavior, you just didn’t expect it from your virgin best friend boyfriend. From you? Definitely but from him? Unexpected, but welcomed.

Ever since teaching him how to properly finger you, you’d seen an uptick in his eagerness and willingness to initiate sexual intimacy. Of course you’d never gone past touching one another as you didn’t want to pressure Jongho into doing anything he wasn’t ready for.

Clearly, he was ready for more.

“So?” he muttered, glancing down at his plate and back up as you set your utensil down and picked up your napkin. This was the last thing you expected when he asked you out for dinner.

Jongho had texted you right after class and asked if you wanted to get dinner. You initially had expected him to bring take out over, a pizza or some other favorite place but instead, he told you to be ready to leave in an hour and told you to dress up.

It wasn’t entirely like him to be so assertive but since you started seeing each other (among other things), Jongho’s confidence had seen a huge boost and you like to think you had a hand in that although you knew it was entirely on him. 

He’d shown up to your dorm looking less like your chaste best friend boyfriend and was instead oozing every ounce of sex appeal you knew he had. The ride to the restaurant had been silent mostly but it wasn’t awkward in the slightest and you were thankful that he was distracted by driving as it gave your eyes the chance to wander and appreciate everything they could take in.

Jongho had gone beyond your expectations, going so far as to make a reservation, meaning he had to have been planning this for at least a week. You were beyond impressed by his efforts. You remembered a conversation the two of you had a week or so ago where he assured you that what you had was more than just the physical stuff to him. He wanted more and you did, too. It was just hard to keep your hands to yourself sometimes.

So when he suddenly sprang this on you, to say you were shocked was an understatement.

Your lips threatened to turn into a smirk before you spoke.

“Well, at least you’re taking me out to dinner first,” you mused, making Jongho look down at his plate as the hostess walked by, guiding a couple to another table. He looked back up to meet your gaze. “So will you?” he asked softly, eyes shining with a curiosity that was both adorable but also played into your more carnal desire to corrupt your virginal boyfriend in every way possible.

You lifted your wine glass slowly, taking a sip and maintaining eye contact, setting it back down before answering him. “Are you sure you’re ready for that?” you asked. Jongho inhaled and exhaled slowly before nodding fervently. You admired how hard he tried to keep his composure but you could tell under the facade, he was eager to have you under him again.

‘Cute.’

Jongho would be a liar if he said he wasn’t eager to have you under him again. Ever since he’d made you come with just his fingers, he’d wondered what it’d be like to have you come undone on his tongue. He thought about it far more than he cared to admit even to himself.

Ever since that first night, months ago, when you made him come in his pants, he’d been insatiable. Knowing you wanted him as much as he wanted you and then some gave him a much needed confidence boost. Sure, this relationship was about more than just sex but no one could blame him for wanting to be intimate with his best friend girlfriend.

As he held your gaze, hoping you’d say yes to his proposal, you toyed with your fork, no doubt contemplating his words rather than if you wanted to continue eating. He hoped you’d say yes. He was about to beg (not like he wasn’t entirely above it. Not when he was dying to get a taste) when you smiled that lovely smile that always managed to give him butterflies, make his brain turn to mush, and his cock twitch in his pants. Fuck, he was down so bad.

Before you could respond, the server returned to the table and Jongho took the opportunity to end the night. “Could we get the check please?” he asked. The server nodded before looking between the two of you. “Were we thinking of any dessert?” he asked. You shook your head. “No,” you said softly, thanking him before he nodded and walked away to get your bill.

“We’ve got dessert at home.”

No sooner than you were back in your dorm did Jongho have your door shut, locked your back pressed against it, lips on yours as his hands wandered, grabbing the material of your dress and slowly bunching it up past your thighs. “Jjongie,” you murmured as his lips left yours to trail kisses down the side of your neck. “We should probably take these off,” you added, trying to undo the button on your jacket.

Jongho let out an animalistic growl, grabbing your hands and pinning them against the wall.

“I’m getting to it,” he mumbled, lips attaching to your neck once more but his hands keeping your wrists firmly against the wood of your door. “Well hurry up,” you teased as you tried to pull against his hold on your wrists. To your surprise, Jongho gave in easily, letting go of your wrists and opting instead to fumble with the buttons of your jacket.

Once he managed to undo them, the fabric just seemed to slide off you as your own hands worked quickly to unzip his own jacket and push it off him. You felt his hands trying to pull at your dress, a silent plea to remove it but you had other plans, instead taking a temporary lead and guiding him to your bed only for him to gently but firmly push you down onto it.

Before he could guide you further back, you grabbed him by the hips, holding him steady as you looked up at him through your lashes. “Let me take care of you first, baby,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper but more than loud enough in the silence of your dorm room for him to hear.

Wordlessly, Jongho’s hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin and down over your bottom lip. “A-are you sure?” he asked nervously. You smiled up at him, not breaking eye contact as you slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. “Yes,” you whispered again.

“I’m sure.” 

It didn’t take you long to pull his pants down just enough to expose his hard cock, hidden in the confines of his underwear. You carefully pressed your palm against it, feeling the heat radiating through the fabric of his boxers. You heard him inhale sharply and fought the urge to smirk. You’ve barely touched him and yet he was so responsive. You felt a small surge of pride over being able to have such an effect on him merely by touching him over his underwear.

Not wanting to keep him, or yourself, waiting, you ran your hand up, tucking the tips of your fingers under the waistband of his underwear and slowly pulling the material down until his cock sprang free, standing proudly and waiting for you to touch.

Tearing your gaze away from Jongho’s temporarily, you wrapped your hand around the base and gave him a tentative stroke, enjoying the way he let out a whimper. As much as you wanted to tease him about it, you chose not to, wanting to make him feel good.

Parting your lips, you took him by surprise by taking him into your mouth without any warning, making him gasp, one of his hands moving to your head, fingers tightening slightly in your hair. “Shit,” he hissed, breath already coming out raggedly.

Oh how you wanted to tease him for it so badly. Falling apart so quickly. ‘Another time.’

You sank slowly, taking more and more of him in your mouth, the weight of his cock heavy on your tongue. He tried to focus on his breathing, trying to keep his composure no doubt but you knew his resolve would crumble the moment you started bobbing your head.

And crumble it did.

No sooner than you started moving, did he let out a loud moan. Almost too loud. If anyone had been walking by your room at that exact moment, there would be no doubt in their mind what was going on behind the door. Not that you’d mind. You really didn’t care what your dorm neighbors thought.

The only thing that mattered was that your boyfriend, your oh-so-sweet and innocent boyfriend, was in your room, cock in your mouth, and the eagerness to learn how to please you after you got him off. It seemed only fair to show him what you could do first before teaching him what to do.

A preemptive reward if you will.

Each bob of your head had Jongho choking back a moan, resisting the urge to bite his fist to muffle the sounds even more than he was. You pulled back, his cock falling from your tongue to look up at him. Your hand took over temporarily as you looked up at him and spoke.

“Don’t hold back,” you said, voice slightly hoarse. “I don’t care who hears you.”

Jongho shook his head. “I don’t want your neighbors to complain,” he whispered, stifling a groan as your hand worked him even more. “Fuck them” you retorted. “I want to hear how good I make you feel, baby,” you added. Jongho studied your face for a moment, contemplating whether he should just toss his inhibitions aside but the decision was made for him when you took him back in your mouth, letting out an unrestrained moan.

You felt a swell of pride in your chest as you moved, each unrestrained moan a dulcet melody to your ears. You continued to move, hollowing your cheeks as you pulled back. Glancing up, you met his heated gaze, and felt that distinct throb between your legs. “Babe,” he moaned, gently stroking your hair. “Let me—” whatever he was about to say faltered as he let out a whine, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat and making you gag.

You barely gave him a chance to recover as you sank further, taking his cock further until the head rested just in the back of your throat. Jongho let out a choked moan as you swallowed around him. “Fuck, baby, wait,” Jongho gasped, cock twitching in your mouth. You pulled back and looked up at him.

“I was about to cum,” he panted, making you smirk. “That’s the goal,” you said softly, licking your lips. “Just, give me a moment,” Jongho said breathlessly and you nodded, watching him regulate his breathing. The silence was punctuated only by his ragged breathing.

“Uhm, Y/N?” he finally spoke. You looked up at him. “Hmm?”

“Could I… try something?” His voice sounded so soft and full of curiosity. How could you deny his genuine curiosity? You couldn’t. You wouldn’t.

“Of course,” you replied sweetly. “What would you like to try?”

Of course, at that moment, your sweet boyfriend’s words failed him. “I-I… I w-wanted to…” You smiled up at him. “Take your time,” you cooed. “I’m not going anywhere. And don’t feel embarrassed for asking for anything. I’m happy to let you try anything you—”

“Could I fuck your face?”

You weren’t sure what you were expecting to come out of his mouth but it certainly wasn’t that.

“Oh,” you said softly, caught off guard. Jongho’s face flushed in the low light of your room. “S-sorry,” he muttered quickly. “F-forget I said anything!” He started to pull his underwear up but you stopped him. “I told you that you have nothing to be embarrassed about, babe,” you said softly.

“If you want to try that, we certainly can.”

Jongho stared at you, eyes widening as you tugged his pants and underwear back down. “R-really?” he asked, unable to hide the excitement in his voice. ‘Cute.’ You nodded, a smile ever present on your face.

“Of course,” you replied. “If I tap your thigh twice, that means stop, okay?” you asked. He nodded excitedly. You licked your lips before parting them and allowing him to guide the head of his cock into your mouth. You breathed in slowly and nodded, letting him know you were ready.

The first thrust was shallow, almost as if he was testing the waters. You nodded again. He gave you another shallow thrust. You pulled back quickly. “Don’t worry about me,” you said softly. “Just go for it. I’ll stop you if I need to.”

The moment his cock was back in your mouth, Jongho did as you said and went for it. One hand held your head in place, giving you a few tentative thrusts before just letting go. Each thrust had the tip hitting the back of your throat, making lewd sounds fill the room. 

Jongho’s hand moved to the back of your head and you were taken by surprise as he pushed your head further, forcing the head of his cock into the back of your throat. You gagged, despite trying to fight it but he didn’t let up. Instead, he gave you another thrust, pushing further into your throat.

“Oh shit,” you heard him curse. You felt his cock twitch against your tongue and before he could pull you off him, you grabbed his hips, holding him firmly in place. “F-fuck, I’m gonna—”

His words were cut off by a moan as he came, load spilling down your throat. You held him still until you were sure he was done before pulling back, coughing slightly. “Oh shit, are you okay, angel?” Jongho asked quickly, taking your face in his hands and inspecting your face. You smiled at him.

“More than okay,” you answered, carefully pulling his underwear back up over his softening cock and zipping up his pants. Jongho pulled you into a kiss, tongue slipping into your mouth and tasting himself on your tongue.

“Lie back,” he muttered against your lips, leaning over you as he spoke. You scooted backwards on your bed as Jongho climbed over you, lips pressing against yours as his hand bunched your dress up against your hip. “Can I remove this?” he asked softly. You nodded, letting out a soft giggle as his fingers skimmed against your bare skin as he hiked your dress up.

“Wait,” you said softly, grabbing his hands. Jongho looked up, meeting your gaze. “What? What’s wrong?” he asked, searching your face. You cupped his cheek tenderly. “Take your time,” you muttered. “Don’t rush things.”

Jongho nodded, letting your dress fall against the bed, exposing only below your navel, giving him full view of your red lace panties. “Oh fuck,” he whispered. “You’re going to be the death of me, babe.” You drew your bottom lip between your teeth, holding back a smile as Jongho pressed a couple chaste kisses against your collar before glancing up at you, his hands slowly sliding down your chest, cupping your breasts briefly.

“I know I’m supposed to be learning to give oral,” he started, looking back up at you. “But could I please, take this off? Please, baby, please,” he murmured. “I really just wanna see your beautiful body.” 

Hearing the compliment from him made your cheeks grow warm. “Another time, okay? Let’s focus on the lesson,” you replied. Jongho sighed and nodded, slowly kissing down your body over the material of your dress until he reached your stomach. He looked up to meet your gaze.

“Now what?” he asked. “Take your time,” you started. “Just do what you feel comfortable doing.”

Without another word, you stifled a giggle as his kisses tickled your skin. “Should I take these off?” he asked, fingers toying with the lace of your panties. You nodded. “Go ahead.”

You lifted your hips as Jongho pulled the fabric down, removing them and tossing them aside. “Do I just…” he trailed off. “Just do what you feel comfortable doing. You’ve touched me before, if you want to start with that, I’m fine with that. I just want you to be comfortable,” you said, propping yourself up on your elbows as Jongho looked up at you from between your thighs.

“Or I could just…” he trailed off, spreading your lips before giving you a light lick, tongue flat against your clit. “Yeah,” you said breathily as he dove back in. “You could do that, too.”

“Remember what I told you before. Focus on the cli— ah!” you gasped as you felt his tip of his tongue pass over your clit, already sensitive from not getting any attention earlier. “Like that?” he asked, peeking at you as you fell back against the bed. “Y-yeah, like that,” you answered.

Jongho gave you a cheeky smile which you didn’t see and went back to it, diving back in. Each pass of his tongue over your aching clit had you moaning, the backs of your thighs resting against his shoulders as he buried his face between your legs.

“Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” you asked between moans, one hand moving down to tangle in his dark locks. “Cause it sure seems like you know what you’re doing.” Jongho hummed against you, the vibrations adding to the pleasure. “I’m sure,” he finally managed to get out, licking his lips. “If I had, I think we’d already be past this,” he added.

“Oh?” you asked, lifting your head. “Where would we be, then?”

Jongho pulled back, slowly caressing your thigh. “With you on your stomach, my cock buried in your pussy,” he replied nonchalantly. Your jaw fell slack, surprised at the sudden surge of confidence exuding from your boyfriend. “Should we skip oral and go straight to that or—?” you asked, resisting the urge to smirk when Jongho frowned at you.

“No,” he answered. “I want to learn this,” he continued. You reached to take his chin in your hand. “You seem to have a pretty good handle on it,” you complimented. “But by all means, keep going. Make me cum all over that handsome face.”

Jongho didn’t wait for another invitation, pulling you to meet his face, his tongue continuing its assault on your clit. You’d had partners go down on you before but none of them had ever been this eager. It was like once he’d gotten a taste, there was no stopping Jongho until you came, which you weren’t complaining about, not when you were being pushed to the edge every time he kissed, licked, or sucked. You wondered if he’d watched something or read something for pointers.

Maybe that’s what spurred this whole thing on. Had he been doing ‘homework’ so to speak? And he wanted to take this next step and prove himself to you? Whatever his motivation, you weren’t sure nor could you care when your thighs were threatening to squeeze around his head.

“That’s it,” you gasped, resisting the urge to grind against his tongue. “Just like that, baby. Fuck, you’re doing so good.”

The praise did wonders for Jongho’s ego and it showed as his actions became more confident, making your back arch off the mattress as he flicked his tongue against your clit. “Close,” you muttered. “I’m so close.” You heard him hum and felt two fingers toying with your slit before sinking into you.

Where the fuck did he learn that? No, when did he learn that? “Oh fuck, keep going, baby. You’re doing so good. How are you so good at this?” you hissed as his fingers curled inside you, pushing you over the edge and you gasped out a warning that you were about to cum.

You were grateful your boyfriend was so strong or you might have crushed his head. Instead, he held your thighs open as your orgasm washed over you, your hips moving to ride out your high until your body shook from overstimulation. “Okay, baby, that’s good,” you said breathlessly.

Jongho wiped his lips and chin on the back of his hand and grinned at you, clearly proud of his work. “How was that?” he asked, sounding just as proud as he looked. You lightly slapped his hand on your thigh and chuckled. “You passed. You got an A in fact.”

Jongho climbed over you, pressing a soft kiss against your lips. “An A, huh?” he asked softly. You hummed, nodding in response. “Hmm,” he murmured, giving you another kiss.

“How would I go about getting some extra credit then?” 

Your eyes opened and looked up at him. “Extra credit?” you asked.

“Yeah,” Jongho said softly, kissing you again, one of his hands sneaking between your bodies.

“Gotta turn that A into an A plus somehow.”

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[hazel2468]

Me and my wife, unable to sleep- Oh, let's watch Hazbin Hotel! Episode one was good!

Me and my wife at the end of episode four- Sobbing over horny murder demons cuz HOLY FUCK ANGEL BABY NO

[talaok]

Like a Virgin

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader

summary: It's been a really long time since Joel has felt the feel of anything else besides his own fist, and once you remind him how good the real thing is... let's just say it's hard for him to live up to his full potential.

warnings: smut| unprotected p in v sex, premature ejaculation, very touch-starved Joel, and allusion to oral sex (f receiving)

a/n: I don't know what to say lmao this is a thing for me ok, don't judge (and also you can't tell me this isn't accurate, like this man hasn't gotten laid since the moon landing probably, and you expect him to last? no way babe). Also I'm sorry about the title it's funny to me lol

Now this wasn't like him.

He hadn't done this in a long time.

The last time he had sex with a woman he'd just met (or any woman to be completely honest) he was 25 years younger and the world hadn't gone to shit yet... so yeah, a long time indeed.

But you were so fucking beautiful, such a pretty face with such pretty eyes, and god but that mouth of yours-

And plus you were new to Jackson, you didn't know yet about all the scary stories folks liked to tell about him, and you were kind and funny, and... did he mention hot already?

Just one night of letting loose, that's what he'd told himself, and then he was gonna go back to his old closed-off self, but for now... for now, he was too busy throwing you on his bed to think about anything else.

You were getting rid of your clothes and he followed your lead more than willingly, almost ripping the buttons off his flannel in the rush.

He bent down to kiss your neck as his hands hurried to your tits.

God, he'd forgotten how good it felt to touch a woman.

And when you let out a little whimper, he swore he had ascended to another universe.

"Joel please"

Fuck him, but he wasn't inside of you yet, and he was already feeling far too close to coming.

Guess fucking his own fist for two decades really does something to a man.

"need something?"

He was acting wayy too smug for someone who was feeling like a virgin all over again.

"Please- I need you inside me, Joel"

fucking damnit- he shouldn't have asked that, his dick was now really suffering the consequences.

He didn't risk saying anything else as he got rid of his boxers, but of course, you just had to come out and say:

"oh wow, you're big" with the sexiest fucking voice he'd ever heard.

"want me to stop?"

For some reason, those words elicited a criminally hot smirk on your lips  

"Definitely not"

You were looking at him like a starving woman and he had to look down to where he was moving his tip to your entrance to get away from you and your dangerous, dangerous gaze

He pushed into you slowly and god fucking damnit but the sounds that you made... those sweet little moans and whines you let out as your warm pussy stretched around him and hugged him better than anything he'd felt in years... he had no words for it- no coherent sounds could make it out of his mouth except for a few groans coming deep from his chest.

"Good christ"

that's the only thing he managed to murmur as he bottomed out and had to take a break to try not to bust his load right there.

"fuck you feel so good" you moaned, as your hands gripped his sheets "please move" you begged, your voice breathy and pleading, and godfuck he should have really thought about it before doing this.

"Joel please-"

"I just need a moment darlin'" he explained, closing his eyes to try and remember how he used to manage to last and coming up completely empty.

He could feel your expectant eyes on him so even if he sure as hell didn't feel ready, he did as you asked and started to move.

The regret reached him extraordinarily fast as he felt your walls tightening around him and as you cried out for him like an angel sent straight from heaven.

"fuck-" you moaned, looking up at him with doe eyes that made him wonder if you really just knew what you were doing, if you actually enjoyed torturing him like this

"god you're so deep"

Yeah, you definitely knew

"and so big-" you cried

He gripped your waist to try and ground himself as he thrusted into your fucking perfect cunt.

"oh my god-yes!" you moaned, your back arching from the bed as his thrust got harsher in the hopes that that would make you talk less.

"just like that Joel- oh-" 

And Joel was tough in a lot of ways and he wasn't one to give up easily, but shit you were making it hard for him.

"Please don't stop- fuckfuckfuck" you begged, shutting your eyes close at the feeling.

And that was it, he couldn't do it anymore

"please stop talking" he breathed, his eyes resuming their tour of your eyes, mouth, and bouncing tits.

"why?" 

"nothing it's just-"

And before he could answer you had grabbed his shoulder and forced him to bend down to meet your mouth with his.

Goddamnit.

"you just feel too good Joel" 

"fuck." he groaned, not able to stop his hips from moving no matter how much he wanted to "shit"

"what is it?"

"Jesus Christ I-"

"is there something wrong?"

"n-no just- fuck I'm sorry sweetheart"

And that's all he could say as he abruptly pulled out of you, his spend covering your stomach not even a second after as he growled so loud his neighbors probably thought he was getting killed.

"shit" again, he sighed, his forehead falling to your shoulder.

"oh" you couldn't help but smile as everything came together

"I'm sorry darlin'" he breathed, leaning away and standing up as shame filled every inch of him.

"It's just- It's been a long time since I've done... this"

You sat up, your legs still dangling off the bed, as you admired his handy work on your belly.

"And you... you're just real fucking pretty" he huffed a half-laugh "I'm sorry"

You looked up at him then, meeting his mortified expression.

"No hey" you smiled, placing a hand on his torso "It's fine, I understand"

"god this is embarrassing, I feel like a sixteen-year-old all over again" he shook his head

"stop" you cooed, gently caressing his skin, as a mischievous spark lighted in your irides "It's fine, really" you promised, "and besides..." you bit your bottom lip as you slowly spread your legs "you could still make it up to me, y'know?"

He groaned again, falling to his knees between your thighs

"that I can do"

[sadakorosee]

Comfort

Omg this is my first request! Poly relationship with the turtles request by @trtlegirl00

TW: a bit of sexual harassment, misogyny

Poly!turtles x fm!reader (Requested)

Work was hell - then again, it's always been hell.

This entire week, your boss has been on your back demanding 10 different tasks from you and scolds you infront of everybody when you haven't finished it. You tried explaining you were doing 4 tasks at once, staying overtime, and barely eaten anything and guess what he said to you?

"Not my problem." He said, with a SHRUG on his shoulders.

You were not tolerating his mistreatment anymore and did the unthinkable; you stepped hard on his foot and he yelped in pain, gasps around the office. Due to the mistreatment you and your colleagues went through, they all clapped.

"I'll see you in fucking court. And don't think I didn't miss you pinching my ass at last week's party. Perv." Then you left.

Despite all that, it just drains the life out of you realizing you're jobless. Fired, for sure. Getting sued? Absolutely.

You dragged yourself to the lair mindlessly. All you want were hugs right now.

"Hey, angel cakes is back!" Mikey saw you from the kitchen and ran to you, only to find you emotionless. Your hair was in a loose bun, your formal clothes unbuttoned and shoes removed, you holding it.

"Angel? What's wrong?" Mikey grew concerned.

That made you break. "I hate everything!" You bawled out of nowhere dropping everything in the process and hugged Mikey sobbing in his shoulder.

"Uhh guys!" Mikey called, catching 3 other turtles' attention.

"What happened?!" Leo asked in panic, holding you and inspecting you for wounds. He saw how messy you looked thinking you got harassed.

"Who hurt you, baby?" Raph held your crying face. "I'll kill 'em. How dare they hurt you like this?!"

"Calm down, you hothead," Donnie pushed the bigger turtle away and inspected you. Once he confirms you weren't physically hurt, he took off his goggles and stroked your hair. "She wasn't physically hurt. But there's something else here. What happened, love? Deep breaths."

You told them everything, which in between the guys slowly getting angry for you until the last part you mentioned your boss touched you in a dinner party:

Leo stopped blinking.

Raph broke a baseball bat he was holding-- which you didn't notice he was holding it. That was weird.

Donnie dropped his gadget.

Mikey gasped. Typical.

"I'm gonna kill him."

Now, people would expect this reaction from Raph, right?

Nope.

"Donnie wait calm down!" Mikey held onto Donnie's leg but the tallest turtle walked to the exit with ease.

"Put down that knife! Sensei used that to cut the fishes!" Leo exclaimed. Please, Leo. That isn't important right now.

"I'm goin' with ya, Don." That was Raph. Of course he's gonna join Donnie kill anybody who touched their s/o.

It took about 20 minutes to calm down your tallest boyfriend and he was still eager to murder your boss but he saw how exhausted you are, so he stopped and hoist you up in his arms, bringing you to the living room.

Your four boyfriends huddled up with you in the middle; two of them holding both of your hands, 1 was massaging your toes and 1 massaging your shoulders.

You'd rather be stuck down in the lair than being in the human world.

Money? You'll think of something.

Right now, you just want to be with your boyfriends.

I hope this was okay C: i'm sorry it took me almost a week to do your request; i'm actually a working lady xD i work 8-5 everyday and i'm tired all the time. i may have added a bit of my story inside. regarding this, stay safe at work or in public. report when you must and don't let any man tell you what's what.

[angelsdemonsandhumans]

❝𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧; 𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲❞

I am planning to write a story. A story that could be made up of several parts.

In this story you will be a human player, an unbridled fan of obey me, who doesn't realize that after all, the mc won't remain only inside game.

Plot;

The love you had for that game was colossal, so much to become obsessed with it. There wasn't a day that you didn't think about them, you wanted to live with them more than anything else, you were much better off with those animated characters than with your own friends. What you didn't realize, was that what you dreamed about was right in front of you. And that maybe, you were not as "normal" as you thought you were. But that will soon lead you to live the way you had always dreamed of; you always wanted to be with the brothers, with the angels, and finally you had the opportunity to do it. You could not be happier. Let's say that all that happened was; on a normal day of your normal life, someone found out that you aren't someone to be left alone that way. You had to control whatever ball of power you had inside you, since it still didn't manifest; it meant you were still in right time to take control of it. However, don't expect your life to be the same, after that. It all started during an apparently casual school day, where you met a rather peculiar boy. Belphegor.

What do you think? Let me know with comments! Asks, everything! If you like it, I might also use that as a motivation to keep it going.

The start under the cut! (This is just a little part, the next parts will be longer)

You loved Obey me.

You passionately loved all the characters, you deeply loved the engaging story, and you loved every single detail of that game. Especially the characters, of course. Their lively personalities, the actions they take, and the way they interact with you, the player, were simply mesmerizing. You loved them intensely, you felt a deep connection with them, almost as if they were real friends. You were ashamed to talk about it openly in front of your friends, after all it was just a game right? But you almost preferred to stay indoors playing Obey me than to go out.

You had an incredibly crowded group of friends, to be honest. But you never really felt like a part of it; they hung out frequently, and the times you spent time together were mostly at school. You also went out with them outside school, but only rarely. And then, browsing their stories on Instagram, you always saw all of them together, while the only person missing in those images was always you. In any case, you never really felt integrated into that group, so you preferred to remain confined to the comfort of your solitude.

You were closely attached to all the characters, so when they were hurt it hurt you too, you were happy with them. It was like a second family. They were your second family.

At that moment, you were sitting in your school desk, surrounded by a busy atmosphere. Next to you was your "best friend", animatedly conversing with your crush. Like any teenager your age, you were engulfed in love. But that crush was something extraordinary, even if the girl you liked was not yet a full-fledged acquaintance. Thus, you understood that it was necessary to approach her to find out if the interest was destined to fade or transform into something more lasting. Meanwhile, your phone placed in front of the case, (cleverly placed to avoid the professor to notice it) turned on; a notification from Obey me. But you didn't see it anyway.

Your best friend, Cristiano, was deep in conversation with Erika. In your eyes, she was a beautiful girl. Her black wavy hair framed her face, while her blue eyes shone with a magnetic fascination. Every time she smiled, she was just lovely. She had a unique style, and you admired every single one of her outfits when she arrived at school. You didn't even realize you were staring at her again, enraptured by her beauty.

«Mc, you need something?» Her angelic voice made you jump, and you blinked, looking at her. She really was gorgeous... your best friend gave you a slight, provocative smile. You didn't know how to answer, the words were taken out of your mouth at that moment.

«Ah.. uhm.. sorry» You suddenly felt like apologizing for staring at her in a disconcerting way, and you immediately lowered your gaze towards the counter, feeling a wave of embarrassment overwhelm you. Suddenly, you jumped as the start-up sound of Obey Me blasted loudly from your phone. The home screen lit up, revealing the charming face of the white-haired demon. Your momentary fear prompted you to quit the game quickly, your heart racing like a speeding train.

Your best friend watched you with a puzzled look, as did Erika and the other classmates, while the professor also focused on the scene that was unfolding.

Then, other than the adult inside the classroom, the whole room erupted in uproarious laughter, while you were left with cheeks burning with a vivid blush, a mix of shame and embarrassment that enveloped you like a thick fog.

The white-haired boy stuck in your head after that unwanted apparition. You couldn't deny your soft spot for all the white haired boys in the game; Mammon, Solomon and Raphael had won your heart with their unique charm (and you knew they'd be flattered to know). However, at that moment, you would have given anything to disappear from the face of the earth, wishing you could just erase your existence.

༺💜༻

«What was that?!» once again, your best friend put a hand on your shoulder outside the classroom, bursting out laughing thinking back to the moment lived and your priceless expression. It had been a hilarious episode for him.

However, you remained silent, not saying a word. You just took your headphones out of your pocket and plugged them into your phone, eager to isolate yourself from the outside world and immerse yourself in the music. «Oh come on Mc, it was fun!» Cristiano gave you a light shake on the shoulder, still laughing, while you just grimaced and muttered that it wasn't funny for you at all.

Finally he ventured towards the rest of the group, stepping outside quickly. They had also asked you to join them, but aware that Cristiano would speak about your embarrassing moment in class, you had decided to avoid further discussions and had preferred to spend recess alone.

While you were immersed in your thoughts, staring at the screen of your cell phone, a voice interrupted your isolation: «Hey, can I sit?» You looked up and noticed that you weren't going to spend recess exactly alone...

You had settled on the garden bench outside school, taking off your headphones. You would have opened Obey Me in minutes.

In front of you was a mysterious boy. Though you never noticed him before, it was clear he couldn't be a newcomer. Perhaps you had simply never paid attention to him... his hair, probably dyed, had a blue tinge to it and gave off a strange aura. He looked especially tired, as if the weight of the world was resting on his shoulders. Having no reason to object his question, you made room for him on the bench and he took a seat next to you. His voice was incredibly soft. It was a striking contrast to your friends, who had loud, thick voices. Some didn't even sound like they were supposed to sound (Cristiano was 18 years old and had the voice of a 25 year old).

He didn't seem interested in having a conversation, or maybe he just wasn't even awake. He had literally dropped onto the bench. His position seemed extremely uncomfortable, but it was as if sleep had overtaken him with no consideration for comfort.

Sighing, you turned your attention to your phone. Leaning back comfortably on the bench, you opened Obey Me and made sure the volume was turned down. You wanted to immerse yourself in that world again, even if for a few minutes.

Belphegor appeared on the main screen. You appreciated him, albeit reluctantly, but the indomitable chaos of lesson 16 could not be forgotten. It was he, after all, who had ended your existence without apology.

In the D.D.D's home Simeon appeared. He hastened to give you a warm greeting, and you would have loved if you could hear his voice, but you didn't have much time to play before recess was to end. Just 10 minutes more. A spontaneous smile painted itself on your face, illuminating your eyes for some seconds.

you had 99+ messages, 5 calls, 2 friend requests on the left side, and the daemons at :D jobs had done their job, and you could use nightmare 1 time. But you weren't interested; your instant destination was RAD, so you pressed for tasks. You were in lesson 52; stuck, from days. Because you couldn't beat those dancing little black demons.

But you decided to try anyway, hoping for a more positive result that time. Or rather, those times since you were obviously losing, it was the 5th time you tried again, and you felt like the phone was going to fly at any moment.

And victory slipped through your fingers again as time was up, and the demons had won. You let out a frustrated sigh.

«Want some help?» You jumped so violently that the phone almost slipped out of your hand, as you turned around to face the boy you thought was asleep only seconds before. But when did he wake up? And how had he managed to approach so silently? He could have rested his head on your shoulder, his closeness was almost intimate. The tuft that partially covered his right eye looked a little annoying, but maybe it was simply a feature he was used to.

«E-excuse me?»

«Ah, sorry» the boy settled down comfortably, pulling back and leaving you enough personal space. «My name is Belphegor, nice to meet you» He declared with a lazy smile. «I was attempting to sleep but.. I guess I can't. I saw you having a little mental breakdown over that dance battle» he explained in a slightly sarcastic tone of voice, tilting his head to the side as he stared disinterestedly at your phone.

A boy you've never seen comes to ask if he can sit next to you, he collapses on the bench to sleep, has blue hair and a tuft that covers half his face, and his name is Belphegor.

It's a joke, right?

«What are you, an exchange student?»

«Actually yes, I am. The principal told me not to talk about it» he shrugged indifferently.

You stared at him.

You stared at him for a long time.

You stared at him for a long time without looking away.

«You are what?»

He seemed to start to get annoyed, so you decided to stop; you didn't have the slightest idea who he was and, although it was a stupid idea (and it could also have been your friend playing a joke on you but this was too good an actor), you were a little afraid that his words matched what you thought.

«Um.. you wanted to help me?»

«...I am sleepy again»

You watched him intently as he leaned back against the solid bench, before turning his head to one side and reclining there with apparent comfort (a position that was incomprehensible to you). He seemed to fall asleep again, sinking into a deep sleep. You jumped up, and almost made an awkward jog arriving inside the corridors of the school, where a sudden breath caught you, leading you to reflect on the idea of ​​dedicating yourself for some gym, after all.

«Beel would not have all these problems..» you huffed, pulling yourself straight and jumping «Why people keep spwaning in front of me like this?!» Cristina, Cristiano's twin, looked at you perplexed, then smiled slightly amused.

«Sorry Mc.. I just wanted to go out and you happened to come in. see you later» she walked out of the school, and you followed her with your eyes before turning in front of you and start to walk again.

More and more each day you yearned to live with those brothers. Belphegor certainly wouldn't have killed you, you wouldn't even have actually climbed those stairs. Lucifer had said no, and Lucifer was scary!

«What a burden...» you whispered to yourself, as you put the headphones back on your head, immersing yourself in your playlist dedicated to the game. "Choose me" was the selected track that time.

There were 5 minutes left of recess and you hadn't touched any food unfortunately. You weren't even hungry if you came to think of it; you decided to go directly to class, sitting in your seat.

If it was true that Belphegor was the avatar of Sloth and he was there as an exchange student (so Lucifer didn't chain him in the attic), was there a human who was took as an exchange student in the devildom? So the game would have been real, it would have been cool.. right? You sighed. Even if they were real, you'd never be like the "Mc" in the game.

Come on, you couldn't even make human friends, how could you think that demons could accept you better than those friends of your did?

You rested your head on your arms, slumped wearily in your desk, sighing bitterly. You were hopelessly alone, in the end you were always alone.

They didn't exist, and your friends weren't friends.

You turned slowly towards the window that overlooked the garden; from that perspective, it was possible to clearly see the bench where you had spent moments in the company of Belphegor. There he was, in all his solitude. He lay carelessly on the bench, one arm behind his head and the other resting on his stomach. His flowing hair enveloped 70% of his face, particularly in the position he was in at the time.

You wondered if he really was a demon… and then, without warning, you jerked your head up.

A smile crossed your face, almost like a child looking for trouble.

You had a plan in mind, a way to provoke and test him.

And depending on how he evolved, if he was a real demon… well, you would have seen his loss of control, his transformation.

Obviously you didn't think it would actually happen... you just wanted to do something different that year, you wanted to have a new experience, and keep your mind busy. And you knew exactly how. (You didn't even think he was really Belphegor, the avatar of sloth. I mean you had a fear at first, but it was such a remote reality, so unimaginable... demons didn't exist, did they? You just took it as a fun thing to do... But what you didn't expect, and what would shock you, was that it wouldn't turn out the way you thought.)

[rpstartersinc]

* 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌 ( 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐕 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒. )

feel free to change pronouns / wording!

" it started with a simple choice, escape or die. "

" he almost killed you last time, didn't he? "

" what about me? you gotta take me with you. "

" i really didn't have a choice. "

" you haven't escaped anything unless you go on to something. "

" the first thing i noticed was the smell. "

" just like day follows night, every man succumbs to his nature. "

" you're lucky i was here. "

" maybe you're my guardian angel. "

" you can stand to eat a meal if you must, you can stand to make love if you're able, but it's impossible to stand and drink, it's the act of a barbarian, an animal at the watering hole. "

" you talk too much. "

" i walked here barefoot 'cause a guy came in my shoes. "

" people will be fascinated with your story. "

" it takes a prick to know one. "

" this is the place they were thinking about when they invented the word 'the pits'. "

" i like that you haven't asked what this is for. "

" you don't think people can change? "

" you're a good listener, it's dangerous - because it's so hard to resist being listened to. "

" what i want is to be master of my own destiny. "

" i'm sorry to have kept you so late. "

" were you gonna say goodbye? "

" there's no redemption for the likes of you. "

" he was looking pretty dead to me. "

" nothing you do will change the fact that they are gone. "

" i knew once you got my message, you'd come running. "

" i wonder what you're so guilty about that playing the hero was this important. "

" i can't go to the authorities, it's not an option for me. "

" i am a man of peace, so please do not be hurting me. "

" they almost killed me. "

" maybe i wanna feel good. "

" we're being betrayed. "

" i don't know why people can't be nicer. "

" it's always love that sends us down the rabbit hole. "

" what happened to your face? "

" i do not have friends, times like this are exactly why. "

" i think you should stop interfering with my business. "

" we have no relationship, i owe you nothing. "

" only a fool plays a game without knowing the rules first, or the other players. "

" you shouldn't be calling me. "

" ambitious men are never content. "

" it's not your fault you're weak. "

" you really need me to keep quiet, eh? "

" everything has its use by date, and everyone. "

" you can be such a child sometimes. "

" you can't spend the rest of your life refusing to care for anyone in case they leave. "

" my life isn't any man's to give or take. "

" we can compel men not to be bad but we cannot compel them to do good. "

" you have a fairly scary reputation. "

" this place means a great deal to me. "

" i can't treat it if i can't see it. "

" i didn't want to wake you. "

" will you come with me to my place? i don't wanna be there on my own. "

" there is no shame in being afraid. "

" you're a long way from home to be making threats. "

" for a man who doesn't want trouble you keep interesting company. "

" i am a businesswoman, this is the price. "

" what, so that's it? try to kill a guy and then eat ice cream? "

" what you want matters little. "

" he saw me alone and he tried to take his chance. "

" you're a hard man to find. "

" do my eyes deceive? is this a ghost? "

" what is this, are you jealous? "

" i liked it when you defended me tonight. "

" i'm beginning to think it's because you're scared. "

" you haven't said a word since we left. "

" please do not ruin my happy thoughts, your face is very... children will cry if they look at this face. "

" you don't have to suffer anything if you're strong enough to deny it. "

" i missed you. "

" it's such an arrogance to love someone and to expect it in return. "

" i never wanna be dependent on anyone else again. "

" perhaps a simple, earthy, no-strings fuck would do you a world of good. "

" just 'cause i left, it doesn't mean i don't still love you. "

" sounds like a date. "

" i'd prefer to get there alive. "

" have they hurt you? "

" where would the fun be if we all did as we are told? "

" i'm leaving you alone like this. "

" you're my friend, even if you don't want any. "

" don't forget who works for who. "

" you don't need to justify yourself to me. "

" you can hate me and still not let the tea go to waste. "

" i'm the one who will get the job of killing you. "

" loyalty comes out of love, or fear, or debt. "

" i never said i was a good person. "

" you can't blame yourself for that. "

" i am too happy you are alive. "

" you are a good man and you think too much. "

" the only thing stronger than love is the hate left behind when it's gone. "

" if you want me to beg, you will wait a long time. "

" the world has no place for me. "

" i don't think you've ever loved anyone in your life. "

" a warrior has to follow orders, even when they don't like them. "

" just 'cause i don't want you here doesn't mean i've forgotten my manners. "

" have dinner with me, just like two normal people. "

" i keep them to remember what a terrible human being i am. "

" you can love someone and do terrible things to them, all at the same time. "

" it's good to be nervous, it means it matters. "

" i think you shot me, you bastard. "

" you're fucking dying, and i'm the only thing that's gonna stop it, okay? "

" i made sure i wasn't followed. "

" i never stabbed anyone in my life, i'm not gonna start now. "

" good way to get yourself killed. "

" is this your blood? "

" how does it feel? knowing you're gonna fucking die and there's nothing you can do about it. "

" i never wanna see you again. "

" if you lie, then a crow will bite you. "

" you are the cause of my problems. "

" we need to keep you out of sight. "

" i almost had it, and then you made me forget. "

" i hate doing nothing. "

" the whole point of you staying is so that you can stay out of harm's way. "

" you're gonna bleed out, you need to stay still. "

" i have never seen so much money before in my whole life, forget all in one bag. "

" stop! they're gonna hear you! "

" you've lost the right to ever say my fucking name. "

" i've had enough of this shit, do you hear me?! "

" short version: it all went to shit. "

" a coward isn't capable of exhibiting love. "

" you'll never need to catch me as much as i need to be free. "

" every time we cage a man, we close him in with hate. "

[rinseveryday]

Hello! How are you ? Just one question! who do you think will die in the upcoming chapters of blue exorcist ? do you think anyone will die at all?

Hello anon! You're lucky because I'm having a nice easy week so I get to respond to you on the same day! (how rare)

Thank you for the question. I have seen this one come up recently within the fandom, especially with the manga ramping up for what seems to be a climax arc, but I never really had a solid answer for it. Kazue Kato is a master at misdirection and subverting expectations. She'd raise a death flag on purpose just for the lolz -u-"""

Personally, I don't see any of the main crew getting picked off, but then again, I didn't think Demon King! Rin was actually going to show up in his sweat pants so like... I'm just as scared as everyone else is.

I do think there will be some deaths though! And I'm hoping to see a few revives as well.

Spoiler warning for latest chapters under the cut

So from theories I've seen going around:

Renzou Shima has had major death flags on him for a while. This is probably just Kato trolling us though. I don't see any benefit coming out of his death anyways (snore) just kidding I love Renzou please don't die

Shiemi has said things that raised major death flags in the latest chapters, however, she's also under the protection of the Protagonist's Favored One's Halo, so unless Kato is a true masochist, I don't see her staying dead if worst comes to worst

Bon, probably also Kato's troll. Konekomaru is protected by the Cat Name Haver's Halo.

Izumo is in too much of a dire need for a glow-up to die.

Yukio is... cursed by the Protagonist's Favored One's Halo. Or at least he was but Rin feels a bit distracted lately. He'll live, but at What Cost? Couldn't say (probably a lot).

The Adults: Neuhaus is probably going to die. Shura might come close, but she'll hang in there so she can attend Rin's graduation. Lucy Yang might die. Lewin is favored by the author so I hope that means he's safe. Angel is not favored by the author so I really don't want to think about what's going to happen to him. Osceola better not die bc I need Rin to become his apprentice. Shiemi's mom is close to dying but I really hope she doesn't.

The Demons: I don't care either way so I never really thought about it (sorry demon lovers). If anything, it's more likely that we'll see demons that have crystalized, revive (Azazel, Armumahael, Shemihaza, Satan).

Also on a similar note, the demon eaters plot point was never fully resolved. Todou "died" off screen so unless Kato totally forgot about him, he's due for a comeback.

It's also interesting that Paku and Godaiin were focused on in the glimpse into the future. Nemu Takara also stayed back and is presumably still alive in that future, and those 3 from the kid's table still need to come back into the story. I doubt any of them will die ;w; that'd be too sad.

Jeremiah might die.

Dragulescu (??? idk how to spell his name) better die.

Other Illuminati: uhhh maybe the Lundstroms? I like Homare and I think she'll have something to do with Lucifer changing his mind about things. Lucifer isn't the main villain anyways so he's probably safe.

Rin... I don't think he'll be the same at the end of the manga, so to me, that counts as dying. Rin and Demon!Rin still haven't resolved their differences. Rin will have to choose a side, or face being forever unstable. But choosing will change him. Right now, he's living as 2 alter-egos/split personality. We've never seen him truly whole, and from the glimpses we have seen, he's kind of scary.

tl;dr Might die: Neuhaus, Shima, Lucy, Jeremiah, Dragulescu, Todou round 2, Rin (kinda)

[daisiesonafield-blog]

daisie do u feel like this whole holivia mess is jeopardizing your feelings towards harry? Cause i feel like it is for me a little bit :/

Hi dear,

In a sense yes. But not in a 'I don't like or support him anymore' way. I understand his position in the industry as a closeted queer person inherently limits his choices and options.

But besides that, I am very angry that his team is more than happy to use us when it's convenient for promo, to sell stadiums and overcharge tickets. To sell shitty merch to. But then in the same breath use as scapegoats and throw us under the bus as hysterical Harry Styles fangirls who are jealous of his girlfriend. And then to have Harry in print on Rolling Stone allude to the same. THAT was a massive slap in the face. Especially because he had, up until that point, fervently DEFENDED not only his fans, but fans who are women. Fangirls who are brushed off as the butt of the joke and ridiculed at every turn. He had defended us. But then comes Olivia Wilde with her made up sob story of 'poor me, his unkind jealous fans bullied me online for no reason wah wah', and he allegedly commented in support of it, going against fans? Brushing off actual criticism as 'ridiculous jealous fangirls'.

Angel Sue, H, Harold, Harry....It's a complicated relationship. I absolutely hate that Harry is pissing me off. But he is. I still love him. I'm not gonna stop loving him. I still love his music and Fine Line is forever my lifetime favorite album. BUT I am allowed to love him and be super fucking pissed with him and call him out on his bullshit. If you truly love someone this is what you do. You're not a yes person. You actually give your input and true feelings.

And I will say that his approach and his team's approach of staying quiet thru this and "standing by" Olivia is really putting a terrible taste in my mouth. Their standard approach is always to not comment or say anything, then drop some cute pics/videos of H being his adorable self and expect fans to bend over, take it and forget why they were angry. But this isn't going away.

I mean they literally called us hysterical and in the same breath said that it doesn't matter what they do to our faces, we'll still buy movie tickets and line around the block, and drop our whole month salaries on LOT. That is incredibly insulting.

The nerve to shit on us but in the same breath tell us to buy movie tickets and drop thousands for love on tour tickets. THEY'RE BLATANTLY BOASTING ABOUT USING US TO OUR FACES!!! IT'S SO INSULTING.

So naturally, yeah I'm annoyed at him right now. But I am also aware that feelings are transient and I won't feel like this forever.

I just wish him and his team were a bit less afraid to stand their ground publicly on some instances.

In this case, Olivia and DWD have absolutely harmed his image. He's now a bit of an asshole. Even for people who don't care or just vaguely read a headline or watch some gossip on the news. He went from showbiz's sweetheart to another Hollywood dickhead celeb who's always in some drama.

And FOR WHAT???? An ill advised PR stunt. A movie that has given him no leverage in Hollywood so far. And a leech of a beard who found her golden goose ticket to stardom she had only ever dreamed of. And she's full of it thinking she's the shit now. A narcissist thru and thru. Bringing everyone and herself down in her selfish quest for fame and money via a movie that should have died in pre-production. And would have, if not for Harry Styles and his legion of 'pathetic, jealous fangirls' who still buy any ticket he's selling.

Truly, this is this woman's level of narcissism:

Alright this is PURE rant. Can you tell I'm pissed? lol

Oh and btw, don't give this woman money. Don't pay to go see her movie, don't stream it on HBO. You can watch it for free on *other sites*, I'll share all the links. We're a huge fandom, we can do anything. If you *must* see it in theaters then buy a ticket to something else and sneak into dwd. Don't support her or validate her pitch for the stunt saving this movie via PR. Bc that's what it'd be doing too in addition to giving her millions $$ now and in future projects.

[mdhwrites]

So, do you find it odd why the Guardian couldn't just give Anne a new set of stones or even the ability to be able to go back and forth between worlds? Like considering they were able to give Anne the means for a one-way trip back home, why not just let her travel between worlds since she made it clear she isn't gonna take advantage of the stones' powers for selfish purposes?

So I've talked before at decent length on how I LOVE the reasoning for the Guardian to have done what he did, how he did it and how it even ties into the show thematically. Part of that analysis of mine in the past has been that the Guardian himself even points out that his experiment lasted WAY. FUCKING. LONGER than he expected because it took so long for one person, out of potentially millions or even billions of people, to FINALLY do the right thing with the stones. What was meant to be fun and spice up his job now became an annoying nuisance that he was too stubborn to take back.

With that said: Yeah, Anne won't abuse them... But you obviously wouldn't want Anne to be the ONLY one using them, would you? Because the point of her having the stones permanently is for a way back to Amphibia. Well... Does the Guardian think Marcy is a trustworthy enough person to have the stones? Sasha? What if one of them decides to just take them and go, never to be seen again, in a moment of weakness like the one Marcy had at the start of the series?

But let's be kind. Let's say the trio only uses the stones when Anne is around because Anne is the only one allowed to use them. Well... What if Anne trips one day and the stones slip out of her pocket? Or hell, they live in Los Angeles. What if on their way to use the stones, a pick pocket takes them? Or someone steals from the Boonchuy's/Anne's house and gets ahold of them? Well, I guess now some other person has unlimited, ultimate power, don't they? Sure, the Guardian could have a fail safe now to nuke them at any given time but that still means that Anne has screwed up and let that power go and now it's gone because of her negligence. She has failed with this responsibility that she didn't even want. If you think she did or she wouldn't fuck up somehow...

Did you not even listen to Anne? Anne admits that she's not a perfect person. She has a lot of growing to do. That could also mean negative growth though. If anything went wrong in her life while she still had access to unlimited power, to the ability to go between worlds to find an answer to solve what was upsetting her... Does she ever abuse that? Does she ever give into that despair or hurt? After all, change is hard. Wanting to deny it and undo it so that you can keep living the comfortable existence you once had is a lot easier to chase, even though it's a mistake. It's essentially the cardinal sin of the show after all. Marcy has them use the music box so she doesn't have to face the harsh reality of losing her friends.

So yeah, he could have made a perfect set of stones that was outlined to need Anne's entire being scanned each time they were used so only she could use them and no one else but... How is that a better ending? Instead of book ending the story with saying goodbye to your friends and having to face that, we'd have a comfier ending for the audience that didn't make sense for the themes of the show and is weirdly bent towards wish fulfillment in a show that's never really been about that. It'd be worse except for the members of the fandom who want Amphibia to give them all the answers they want in their own life. Who don't ever want the discomfort of leaving their frog show behind or the cruel reality that someday they'll likely say goodbye to their friends too.

When that times comes, no god is going to give you a magic set of stones that let you go back and forth as you please. You'll have to accept that change because sometimes change is forced upon you as a part of life. Not even in the worst ways. Sometimes it's just unlucky circumstances or your own choice. Your dream job may mean leaving your hometown because they ask you to relocate or you already knew that the company's offices were FAR away but you still wanted to work there. Sometimes the college you want is too far away for a day trip to your family so now if you want to keep those ties together, you have to put in the work and find new ways to get back to them.

But if you put in the work, you'll be surprised how loyal and deep those bonds can be.

Like I've said so many times: There's almost nothing in the finale, ESPECIALLY once the Guardian shows up and beyond, that I think you could change to make for a better ending to this show and its themes. Period. You can try to be a pedant about it but you're asking for the show to give you more comfort at the cost of a worse story. That's not what I want and it's not what we should want out of our media, not if we actually want it to ever challenge us and help us grow.

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Here's how it works:

Either,

A) Human memory is a perfect record of an exact experience, and those experiences are always correctly interpreted OR

B) People can be really wrong about even their own firsthand experiences

Right? Like those are the options. And here's the thing, I don't think anyone who has ever once tried to find a thing they swore they put right there has ever believed A. Like you can pretend to, but you don't. You have written things down before for yourself for later. You take a picture of your parking spot like anyone else.

And B is obvious, because the alternative to the possibility that people can be wrong about their own experiences is that: we are constantly hopping from alternate reality to alternate reality. Dreams are real. Did you find inconsistencies in your reminisces with someone else? You're both right and one or both of you ?dimension hopped? ??somehow?? which is a thing that apparently happens all the time. Every conspiracy is real. Every God is real. Every prophecy and vision is real. Aliens are real and bigfoot is real the chupacabra is real and ghosts are real and fairies are real and chemtrails are real and antisemitic lizard people are real and satanic child-sacrificing cults are real, all of it. Every single thing any person fervently believes, so much so that it is real to them, is objectively real to everyone, in an inherently contradictory universe that can hold no meaning.

But, like, that's why we have to find some other kind of evidence for things, right? That's why we have to compare notes and test our senses against the evidence and against reason. There are, of course, some things that we have to take other people's word for. When measuring people's feelings experiences, about the only thing we can do is ask them. Which is impossible to double check. But it's all we have.

But when someone's experience goes outside the bounds of what is possible according to much more duplicable and predictive sciences, the only thing I have any evidence to believe is that you believe it. And I will respect that you believe it, but I don't have to alter my behavior or worldview to accommodate it. I don't mean that harshly. It's not an insult. It's just a fact. It's not reasonable to expect someone to alter their entire worldview based on a single conviction and no other evidence. That's a wild thing to ask even someone you are incredibly close with to do.

There are maybe one or two people who I know well enough and respect their incredulity enough that if they came to me in confidence and told me a story neither of us would usually believe for whom I would at least entertain the idea that maybe it really was aliens/ghosts/angels/w'ev. But even that. Even that is highly contextual and I wouldn't just believe them. Now, I might play along, again depending on context. Because I'm not an asshole. If your close friend comes to you and says they think they saw an alien vampire ghost Christ then you, like, read their vibe and talk it out and help however you can because like, real or not that sounds stressful.

But if I don't know you? And you lead with that? And are offended I doubt the veracity of your experiences? Like? What were you expecting? What if I told you I don't believe you because I personally saw or experienced something directly contradictory? Are you going to drop your ideas in favor of mine?

And here's the thing, there's nothing wrong with changing your mind in light of evidence. That's actually really recommended. It's good to be willing to be wrong. About anything and everything. Which has to include even your most fundamental ideas about the world. But when you get enough scientific literacy and logic/semantic literacy and media literacy and social literacy (or use your other literacies to help you find reliable sources on the ones you lack), there's some stuff that becomes more and more supported by evidence.

And it also becomes easier to see the traps, and a lot of them take predictable, repeatable shapes. There are only so many potential points of error in a usual argument. Like an experienced veterinarian who can spot a common illness on sight, but who runs the test to check anyway.

That's the only reasonable way to operate in a world where the only direct experience we have is our own, and even that is something we cannot rely on.

Because if you can absolutely rely on your experience, so can everyone else. So if you and them contradict one another, either they are filthy liars for no apparent reason, or you are from different realities. And those are both completely unlivable mental states to take on with no evidence in their favor.

No. The mental state that is both more personally enjoyable and gets better and more accurate results is the one of curiosity and skepticism. One that demands kindness to others, but not deference.

IDK what I'm talking about any more

[thelivieebeewrites]

Top Gun: Maverick Sentence Starters

(can be shortened and names/pronouns shortened to suit your needs)

"I don’t like that look, _______."

"He’s the fastest man alive."

"Oh, don’t do it. Don’t do it."

"Put that in your Pentagon budget!"

"...You can’t get a promotion, you won’t retire, and despite your best efforts, you refuse to die ... Why is that?"

"It's one of life's mysteries, sir."

"This isn’t a joke. I asked you a question."

"I’m where I belong, sir."

"The future is coming, and you’re not in it."

"Escort this man off the base. Take him to his quarters. Wait with him while he packs his gear. I want him on the road to North Island within the hour."

"Call came in with impeccable timing, right as I was driving here to ground your ass once and for all."

"It galls me to say it, but… For reasons known only to the Almighty and your guardian angel… You’ve been called back to Top Gun."

"Your kind is headed for extinction."

"Your reputation precedes you."

"Wasn't a compliment."

"Must admit, I wasn’t expecting an invitation back."

"They're called orders, _________."

"Actually, sir, I finished second. Just want to manage expectations."

"No, someone’s not coming back from this."

"We don’t want you to fly it. We want you to teach it."

"You fly for Top Gun, or you don’t fly for the Navy ever again."

"Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me."

"Well, that is a long story."

"Who’d you piss off this time?"

"Are you mad at me?"

"I can never stay mad at you. That’s the problem."

"You must be in a lot of trouble. No way you’d come back here willingly."

"______, trust me, as improbable as it seems right now, somehow you’ll be back in a fighter plane with your tail on fire."

"Don’t give me that look."

"I’m not giving you any look. I swear."

"You look good."

"Much-appreciated, Pops."

"What am I missing?"

“Disrespect a lady, the Navy, or put your cell phone on my bar…”

"This is how I find out you’re stateside?"

"Yeah, I just thought I’d surprise you."

"I guess I surprised you back."

"It’s good to see you."

"How about ringing me up before the evening rush?"

"______, as I live and breathe."

"God, he loved flying with you, ______."

"I’m very good. In fact, I am too good to be true."

"Let’s not do it like this."

"You gonna wash me out?"

"Am I dismissed?"

"Easy, ________. Let’s try not to get fired on the first day."

"Been here the whole time."

"All right, you put us here. How you gonna get yourself out?"

"Breaking the hard deck, insubordination. Are you trying to get kicked out?"

"Talk to me. What the hell was that?"

"He pulled my application to the naval academy. Set me back four years."

"You could learn a thing or two about timing, Captain."

"I just came by to pay off a debt."

"Thank you, Captain. Consider your tab closed."

"You’re supposed to be in the Navy!"

"I don’t sail boats, _______. I land on them."

"Why didn’t you anticipate the turn?You were briefed on the terrain."

"It’s not the plane, sir, it’s the pilot."

"________, that’s enough!"

"How's my wingman?"

"Please, don’t worry about me. What can I do for you?"

"_______, please, don’t ask me to send someone else to die."

"Don’t ask me to send _______. Send me."

"The only reason I’m here is you."

"The Navy needs ______. The kid needs ________. That’s why I fought for you. That’s why you’re still here."

"One last thing. Who’s the better pilot? You or me?"

"This is a nice moment. Let’s not ruin it."

"He will always resent me for what I did. Why should he resent her too?"

"I just… I wish I would’ve done it better."

"This is not our first date."

"Okay. Fine. But this is the last time I go out your window."

"I'm never gonna leave you again."

"You’ll have to find a way back on your own."

"If you lost your wing man up there, you’d keep fighting. You wouldn’t just give up. Those are your pilots. If anything happens to them, you’ll never forgive yourself."

"I don't know what to do."

"Well, I’m going anyway."

"I think the admiral’s asking a rhetorical question, Captain."

"You give ’em hell!"

"Sir? I… I just want to say…"

"We’ll talk. When we get back."

Hey, ______! _____! Hey. You got this."

"Talk to me, dad."

"C'mon, kid. Don't think. Just do."

"________, evade, evade!"

"I can’t shake ’em! They’re on me! They’re on me!"

"Dagger one is hit! I repeat, dagger one is hit!"

"But, sir, ________ is still out there."

"You think I took that missile so you could be down here with me?

You should be back on the carrier by now!"

"I saved your life!"

"I saved your life. That's the whole point.

"What the hell were you even thinking?"

"You told me not to think!"

"Well, it's good to see you."

"It's good to see you, too."

"It's been a minute, huh, ______?"

"Eject, eject, eject!"

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. This is your savior speaking. Please fasten your seat belts, return your tray tables to their locked and upright positions… And prepare for landing."

"I'll see you back on deck."

"Thank you for saving my life."

[monpalace]

SOMMMEEEE QUESTIONS FOR YA :D (Some about your oc and some indulgent ones for myself <3)

What exactly is S'avahili's curse? A.) Why did Hyila/Zelda curse her? B.) Is its the curses fault for her change in looks? and if so why does it change her appearance? C.) Can she remove the curse?

Why does the curse change her so much when it worsens with frost bite?

Is she rabbit folk? a gerudo? A mix of the two? A.) is she constantly reborn into the similar form or does it change? B.) How is she being reborn? The curse? other reasons?

Now foe some indulgent questions

opinion on grim? A.) hate her? love her? wanna shake her around to figure out whats wrong with her? B.) Do you think she should become her own person? Or stay as a puppet?

The Voice!! Other than physicals appearences, did anything else draw you to them? A.) How bad do you see The Voice? If there was a meter from like 1-10

My baby Iolnye! Shes a cutie A.) Thoughts on the lady? Is she what you expected for Grim's love interest? B.) If you had to guess, how old do you think she is?

Do you have any like...theories or thoughts on Grim's lore?

this is the worst mistake of your life 😁 /j

i am entering my cringe mary-sue + rambling era

(s'avahili questions utc because i loredumped a lot,, its all been in my brain for 3 consecutive years)

1.) I literally love Grim and her entire premise, story, character, etc, etc. It's all super cool and I wish I thought of it first (/j)

A.) I want to sit her down on one of those therapy chairs and just.. pick apart her brain like I'm doing surgery

B.) For the romance plot: yes, but horrifically traumatized as she learns what it means to be human and actual emotion because The Voice ruined that for her (before inevitably turning back into a statue because, assumedly, The Voice is no longer with her). Because I love tragedy: no.

2.) I mean this positively, but The Voice really reminds me of the fucked up angel from The Mandela Catalogue or Rher and Per'kele from Fear and Hunger and I am a sucker for divine characters using fear/terror/other means for their own, twisted purposes

A.) If you were to put me and The Voice in a room, they are walking out in a straitjacket with multiple nurses on each side (:

3.) Human-animal people >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

A.) I absolutely love Lolnye, but I really did not expect her AT ALL as Grim's love interest

I originally expected someone from within The Voice's cult because of similarities in circumstance, but I can just as easily rock with someone outside of it with a completely different filed of view

B.) I personally think Grim is around 26-27, so that in turn makes me think Lolnye is around 23-25? Based on her gifted kid status, it kind of makes me think Lolnye would be younger

4.) Since I haven't been in the room where it happens, I don't have a lot of theories or thoughts surrounding Grim, but I am really curious about where you're going with her character and what her views on different things the world both with and without The Voices shades on

1.) To preface, there are 4 goddesses in the venomverse, Nayru, Farore, Din, and Nabooru. Nabooru merged with a demon as a marriage (of flesh) and became Demise. Below them are deities; Hylia-- Zelda, Aram-- Fierce Deity/Link, and Ifetu-- S'avahili. There are more but they're the only ones worth mentioning.

Because of S'avahili's (then Ifetu, when she was originally cursed) connection to anything heat related (the sun goddess, Din, and flaming, burning, hatred incarnate itself, Demise, who formed the Gerudo Deserts and Death Mountain), Zelda (then Hylia) thought to curse her by making her perpetually cold.

Aside from making it near impossible for her to feel warmth (she can feel it, but doesn't do anything for her body temperature) it: flares up when in specific areas (anywhere near saltwater/the ocean or Rito Mountains) giving her chronic pains in her joints, the chills almost entirely freeze her vocal chords, gives her chronic fatigue from the pain and constant amounts of magical energy it takes to keep her from completely freezing over (which can possibly cause worsening degrees of frostbite if not in "safe areas," which can lead to amputation), and make her vulnerable to the Master Sword and light magic.

A.) Hylia originally cursed Ifetu because Nayru and Farore created her as a means to end (or repeatedly defeat) Demise.

(I swear this is all relevant.)

Long story short; Hylia's sleeper agent mind wakes up upon finding out Aram and Ifetu were in a situationship, Sleeper agent! Hylia takes it as Ifetu trying to further "corrupt" Aram and become a marriage of flesh like Demise, Hylia curses Ifetu, and throughout their non-deity reincarnations Zelda just never got rid of it because they both still "hate" each other.

Short story with more information; Hylia and Aram were created by Nayru and Farore while Ifetu and Ganondorf (I don't know his pre-reincarnation name yet 😁) were created by Din and Demise, all four at the height of the gods' war. Hylia and Ifetu were married for a few thousand years prior to the betrayal (Zelda still keeps and wears Ifetu/S'avahili's proposal gifts. The war had entered more of a Cold War state by the time they got together), Aram is officially introduced to Ifetu and they hit it off, Aram awkwardly courts Ifetu (unaware of their relationship, she was not aware he was trying to court her), then sleeper agent Hylia wakes up.

B.) When I first made S'avahili (2015), I had an obsession with making characters that had white hair and characters that were villains' little sisters.

Originally, she only had white hair because I gave Yasehiro (now Yusef) Gerudo-red hair as the prince of Hyrule (Zelda's older brother).

They were supposed to be inverses and then I realized I hated that concept but still wanted her (both of them but this ain't about him) to have a unique appearance that set her apart from other Gerudo.

All that to say: now the answer is yes, her difference in appearance is because of the curse.

In one of the act introductions, it says "The Gerudo had (..) hair made of the same sun she (Din) ruled over," so I figured if the rest of her race would represent the sun and fire in a positive/healthy light, S'avahili would represent the moon and ice in a negative one.

C.) It is possible for S'avahili to remove the curse, but it requires Link.

When S'avahili's presented itself as cuffs around her neck, elbows, and wrists (images below) rather than mainly invisible until prompted, Link needed to carefully cut them off of her in order for the curse to be removed in that lifetime.

Hylia's thoughts regarding the cuffs were "if you trust him so much, you'll have no issue with him putting the Master Sword so close to something so vital."

After deciding to retcon the cuffs, the way to remove the curse instead changed to S'avahili forgetting how to do so once reincarnated and being forced to have someone who does (Koume, Kotake, Ganondorf, and Yusef) to help her and Link do the correct "ritual" to remove it.

Now S'avahili, Link, and whoever remembers has to travel to a specific oasis deep within the deserts, do a prayer, basically drown themselves, and then wake up a few days later with the curse removed.

The only catch is that due to the deserts' two suns (one exclusive to that area), it makes it almost impossible for any race outside the Gerudo and Goron to enter.

They get around that by going at night.

After the curse is removed, it is possible for Link to traverse the deserts without harm (essential for going through the Sand Temple-- Ifetu and Aram's old, abandoned temple) and makes it possible for S'avahili to touch the Master Sword without harm.

The fatigue stays around until her death, unfortunately.

2.) Hylia still had enough common sense so as to not straight up ruin Ifetu's life when she cursed her, which is why she instead made it a progression/timeline.

The beginning is just fatigue, the early stages (upon leaving her "safe zones") are pains in her joints, the middle shows up as frostnip and superficial frostbite, and late stage is deep frostbite or amputation.

Ifetu learned how to avoid worsening the stages of the curse before she died and reborn, allowing the knowledge to be passed into S'avahili.

The only case that has led to amputation (so far) is in Wind Waker, but even that's in specific scenarios.

3.) S'avahili and Ganondorf only have animal traits (a rabbit and boar, respectively) because those were the traits they expressed/representative animals from when they were deities, but they are entirely Gerudo.

(Also because I like drawing characters with animal traits.)

Their ears, tails, (Ganondorf's) horns, and (occasionally) feet serve as a reminder to those outside of the Gerudo (and Goron) that they are Din and Demise's deity children reborn.

(Also because they like them.)

On a related note, their situation are similar to that of the Twili who took their wolfish features from Aram and just never evolved out of them.

A.) The only thing about S'avahili that doesn't change is the fact she's Gerudo, her white hair, and her rabbit features.

It's similar to how Link, Zelda, and Ganondorf reincarnate every life with different looks, but always have key features.

(She can turn into a rabbit though. That's fun.)

B.) Ifetu only died because her brother (deity ganondorf) had been killed, Demise had been sealed away, the other three goddesses had sealed themselves within their elements, she still had horrible feelings towards Hylia, Aram was basically dead, and the rest of the world was beginning to move into a new era which made her figure there really wasn't a use for her anymore.

Ifetu and Aram were only reborn as S'avahili and Link because Aram swore that they'd meet again, he'd never leave her, he'd always protect her, he'd always love her, and other devoted couple nonsense before she put him in his coma and sealed him in the mask.

Upon realizing he had essentially cursed her (because he had not, in fact, devote himself in most of those lifetimes) and because she had abandonment issues, she got the rest of her deity friends to take a vow of reincarnation so she wouldn't have to be alone while she waited to meet Aram again.

(They do not.)

So to answer the question, it's all Aram's fault and he couldn't even make it worthwhile.

(Ganondorf and S'avahili come as a packaged biological big brother-little sister deal because Din and Demise literally made them each others' support.)

[fizzingwizard]

Binged Good Omens season 2. Spoilers spoilers spoilers spoilers

I loooooved it

However, it's worth noting that the way I loved it was different from the way I loved season one. I think any fans expecting Good Omens the remix might possibly be confused or disappointed. The scale of Good Omens was huge - so many players, so many interwoven storylines all coming together for the climax. Season 2 is a smaller deal - like Neil Gaiman's said, a transition between Good Omens and the story we'll hopefully get in season 3. The stakes are lower (in fact the stakes aren't always terribly clear), and the story is sillier. The focus on Aziraphale and Crowley, without the addition of Newt and Anathema and Adam and the Them, means the plot moves more slowly, there's more time to linger, and less mystery to parse.

But while some fans might be surprised, I'm definitely not complaining. I ate it up. We get Marvel movie after movie, all with huge stakes and epic storylines, and it's so much that honestly, don't you just want something smaller, where characters have some chance to develop, and maybe have some down time? That's Good Omens season 2. It's not a gripping adventure, but it is exciting and intriguing and very, very fun.

Here are a few of my thoughts:

I saw the teeniest spoiler in the world just by browsing tumblr, but it meant that I knew about Gabriel and Beelzebub going in. It didn't hurt me too much, since nothing happens till the last episode, but it meant I had a better idea of what was going on with Gabriel and the importance of the fly. The one thing I'm rather confused about is - why did Beelzebub greenlight Shax's plan to storm the bookshop? Was it just because they couldn't do anything else without it looking fishy? I may have missed some details.

I thought the Gabriel/Beelzebub relationship was nice. Some good ol' blasphemy hahahaha. But I will say, that after the Gabriel we got in season one, and after Crowley's threats toward him, the touching finale with everything just going Gabriel and Beelzebub's way left me a little disappointed. I don't think I wanted Gabriel to turn out to still be an asshole, I think that ship had sailed, but I suppose I was expecting him to do something a little more momentous. BUT. It's important to note that the the momentous thing probably IS that nothing momentous happened. There's a clear theme that love, protecting what you have, and enjoying the simple joys of life together are the truest expression of godliness. So I rather think that was very intentional, and having watched the season through once, on second viewing I think I'll feel differently since I'll come into it with fewer expectations.

I absolutely loved Nina and Maggie. It was lovely to see such a great, real, yet silly pair of women pining for each other, as well as a lesbian struggling with a controlling female partner, and her protective manner about it. I do wish the scene where they were locked in the coffee shop had been a little more substantial. It felt like it was meant to be, but it ended so fast. I didn't entirely understand what the point was of including Nina and Maggie... although again I think that was me expecting momentous when the point was simple human love. The fact that I enjoyed them says as much.

The social awkwardness and total out of touch thinking of the angels and demons was hilarious and relatable. The whole Job episode!!! It's what I think everyone feels when they read Job for the first time. I clearly remember being a kid and thinking "God allowed this??" And the little girl who wanted to be a blue salamander... So adorable

Now for all the fun with Crowley and Aziraphale. They were so fun. Sometimes they were a little too silly?? almost??? like when Crowley had to do the apology dance. I didn't understand that. But I look at it as the show reminding us, hey, these guys aren't cool. They're in love and hopelessly devoted. And that means being embarrassing around each other. That's real love, when you can be silly and embarrassing and wholly yourself with your partner. One of my favorite bits was Aziraphale driving the Bentley and turning it yellow xD

Oh and speaking of embarrassing and silly. The nerdy angel!Crowley making the Pillar of Creation in the beginning of episode one hooked me instantly. I was like "oh, this s gonna be GOOD." The purity of his love for creating, that he didn't feel a need for something to have a use to deserve to exist, and how upset he was to hear his creation wouldn't last... as well as how much Aziraphale was drawn to him, and concerned for him, it was all such good framing for the rest of the season. At the end, when Aziraphale tells Crowley "nothing last forever," I just know Crowley thought about the Pillars of Creation. I think in Crowley's mind, things die when they're no longer loved. He wants so much to protect what's important to him, and not be bossed around and told he has to lose something for the Greater Good or whatever.

As for Aziraphale. I think his choice, while heart-breaking, makes perfect sense for him. We were led the whole time to see that Aziraphale meddled on purpose to do good, not always with enough to nuance to know what that was, but meaning it. And Crowley meddled more to help Aziraphale than out of his own desire to meddle - which isn't to say he doesn't genuinely care about humans, but I think demon life just makes that a lot more difficult. Still he goes around protecting goats and children by his own will. He's fixed more on Aziraphale now, but that's in him as well. However, Aziraphale's the one who had faith in the system, and who wasn't 100% ready to part from it at the end of season 1. So Aziraphale deciding to return to heaven is not really that surprising, considering what he expects to gain from it. I do think this will bite him in the butt later, but I don't think he had bad reasons. And Crowley's reasons, for prioritizing his independence over being with Aziraphale, are equally valid. It's a great obstacle for them and the timing of the shift was painfully perfect.

And that finale. To be honest, I was a little frowny for a while, because I thought Maggie/Nina would get a kiss, and then Gabriel/Beelzebub were so romancey that I was like, "will everyone except Aziraphale and Crowley have a moment?" With them, there had been hints, lots of precious looks and lines, but nothing with oomph. I started to think, well, in the end Good Omens isn't a love story anyway... Ye of little faith!!! Crowley and Aziraphale get what I think was the only kiss in the season. It was definitely the most epic. I never should have doubted David Tennant and Michael Sheen. They're too used to each other for nonsense like internalized homophobia :> But I do have to say... the violins when their mouths meet... were a little much x'DDD I almost laughed. It was a very dramatic kiss, and a very dramatic reaction - a scene right out of a Katherine Hepburn movie. That, however, makes me love it more. Yes, let these middle-aged gay angels suck face and pine hopelessly for each other. Validate all those fanfics. Good Omens season 2 is the slow burn I always dreamed of

The cliffhanger ending is EXCRUCIATING. I wouldn't mind having to just wait a little, but it's gonna be years till season 3 - it's not even greenlighted yet! I will not make it y'all. I neeeeeeeeed the next season. Aarrrrggghhh. All good things are worth the wait, but I have to also SURVIVE the wait... XP

In sum: very silly, very touching, a different vibe than Good Omens, but still a very wonderful vibe. Also gay gay gay gay gay. Happy happy happy. Make them all gay! I'm fucking straight but I wish I was gay right now just so I could be even happier. It's a great story with great themes and great gay characters.

[milkhoney531]

Personal rant, cancer, abuse, suicidal thoughts

So, today, last year, my mom died from cancer.

My mom and I didn't have a great relationship. A lot of mixed feelings. She liked a carefully curated version of me that she made up out of my existing traits. She liked the me that is good with kids, creative, helpful, got good grades, responsible, and that pretended to be a straight girl.

I liked the mom I had before I came out at 13. The one that was supportive, that pretended to be pro lgbt (until it was her kids), the one that was kind and didn't try to use my abuse against me or threaten to throw me out at any little inconvenience.

My mom loved a specifically crafted version of me and I loved a mom that I learned didn't exist. That didn't exist for me. But that version of mom existed for my siblings. After her death, I learned they got an even nicer version. A real version. One that would take care of my siblings when they were sick, cheer them up when they were sad, and even taught them secret recipes or told them family secrets.

Things she never did with me. If I was sick, even if I had a fever and was vomiting, she never believed me and would send me to school or when I was too old for her to force me she would belittle me, doubt me, tell me I was throwing away my future, and wouldn't ever help me. When I was sad, down right depressed or suicidal, she turned a blind eye or told me to suck it up.

But for my siblings, if they were sick she would take care of them. She would feed them, put on movies, let them play video games, let them relax. Not me. I had to clean and I had to do nothing but lay in bed or do homework. If my siblings were sad, she would comfort them and do something special with them. Not me, never me.

No matter what I did for her or the family, I was always unworthy because of who I was. Because I have autism, because I'm not cis, because I'm not straight.

I think she saw my mere existence as a slight against her.

I was only worthy of her if I went above and beyond to serve her and the family, even if that ment I was left off worse.

Like how in middle school I had to leave school early, by myself, to walk home rain or thunderstorm to get home before my siblings so i could care for the dogs, get dinner started, do the chores, and help my siblings with their homework.

Once there was even a really bad thunderstorm, the town was literally flooded, lightning was striking everywhere and I walked home in that. I took my usual shortcut through the park and a family of skunks just walked past me like I wasn't there. I didnt have an umbrella at least. I was soaked head to toe. I got home, changed, and did my normal routine. My siblings didn't walk home and were able to take the bus. When my mom got home she asked why I didn't call anyone to pick me up. I lied and said my phone died, but in truth, I didn't think anyone would pick me up, I didn't think that was an option. If I ever needed help or would like it, I was told to figure things out myself. So I did because I had learned that I'm not worthy of being helped, that if I had to rely on anyone else for anything, that I should prepare to be disappointed. That I shouldn't expect or bother to ask for help.

Honestly, when I went to college, I was planning to never come back home. I was planning how to take my siblings out of her custody because while I was gone, my little sister started getting hit by my mom.

But she got cancer and I dropped everything. I came back to help. I helped so my two youngest siblings wouldn't have to worry. So they could have more of their childhood. A childhood I never got.

She died May 16th, 2022. And I still don't know how I feel about her. So I didnt write today. Writing a story about surviving prolonged abuse and one about angels and demons was too close to home, especially today. So, I tried to sleep away this day, only to fail.

[fiction-she-read]

It's a wrap indeed! I'm finally done with Clanlands, and not a moment too soon. I will give to Sam that he genuinely seemed to care when Graham was nearly killed (or nearly severely injured), while Michelle just kept repeating throughout that chapter, "We're losing the light."

But that show of concern does not redeem him for everything else he's done. (It is here that I would advise the fans of Mr Heughan to leave.)

Strike 1: Self-promotion of his godforsaken whisky (followed by everything he's ever endorsed throughout the book) over 2-3 pages.

Strike 2: While the teasing would have been fine if done in moderation and with some variety, the fact that he kept calling Graham a woman (Lady McTavish being his go to "insult") eventually left a bad taste in my mouth. If this book had been written in the 90s or earlier, I would have dismissed it as a product of its time. But considering they talk about the pandemic, this damn book was written at a time when you would expect guys to know better. Even if they're old and grew up in a time when it was ok to use anything remotely feminine as an insult to "manly men".

Strike 3: Speaking of that "manly man" attitude, good grief did he like showing off how much of a "man" he is, compared to McTavish who likes the finer things in life. Most of his parts in the book were about him and how awesome he was and how manly he was acting in Scotland. Scottish history was clearly less important to him than, well, him. Oh, we did get some Scottish history from Mr Sam Heughan, but most of it was found in McTavish's parts. Otherwise, we either got stuff from his resume, products he endorsed, or Outlander stories (some had something to do with the location they were visiting, which I was fine with, while others were more about the cast getting drunk, which just made me wonder why I needed to know that.)

As they say in baseball: Three strikes, you're out!

So about halfway through, I only read Graham's parts. Now, don't get me wrong, Graham McTavish was no angel that did nothing wrong. He made fun of Sam for having his makeup artist prep him before going in front of the camera. We also got his resume and some Outlander stories that had little to do. But we got more about Scotland than about him, so when I decided to just stick to his part, the experience became a tad more enjoyable.

But only a tad. The way Scottish history was presented was all over the place and not necessarily in chonological order of the events, but in the order of the place they visited, which would have been fine, if we didn't kept going back and forth between the events. We saw the location where Bonnie Prince Charlie escaped Scotland before seeing Culloden, location of the battle the Jacobites lost which led to the Prince's escape! We would hear about a certain person important in Scottish history, than not hear about him for a few chapters before said person was suddenly mentioned again. To quote my favourite Belgian detective: Order and method! There was none of that in the book. Because the narrative was divided between Graham and Sam, it felt all over the place. Sometime we would get the same event from each of their perspective (which was boring), other times, they would complete each other, but not fully.

In her foreword, Diana Gabaldon, the author of Outlander, compared this book to Jack Kerouac (the exact quote being "Think Jack Kerouac, but with fewer drugs, more paragraphs and no sex. Well, almost no sex..."). This gave me great hope for the book I was about to read... The "almost no sex" is most likely a reference to the scene where Jamie Fraser is raped in Outlander, and is often used as a joke by both Sam and Graham (because rape is so funny). While I have yet to read any of Kerouac's books, what I've heard of the author and his body of work tells me that putting any of Kerouac's book at the same level of this money-grab is an insult to the late author.

To the surprise of absolutely no one, I do not recommend this book, unless you are some big Sam Heughan fan who will defend everything he does, no matter what it is. To the others, if you want to know more about Scottish history, find a book written by an historian or read Wikipedia as it does a better job at explaining the whole Jacobites thing than Clanlands. If you want a guide to know where to go to Scotland, buy a travel book. Hell, there's even a travel book about the Outlander locations! Finally, if whisky is the reason you bought this book, it really only features in like one chapter and gets an honorary mention in some others, so buy a book about whisky (or Scotch, if your interest lies in that particular type of whiskey) instead.

If you insist on suffering, I mean, reading this book, it seems that most who enjoyed it listened to the audiobook. Maybe this should have been a podcast instead of a book...

[brooklynislandgirl]

💚 + Beta Ray Bill

Imagine You and Me || Accepting @tangleweave {again for Reasons}

First, Nonny, you might be ready and maybe expecting the jokes, so let us get this out of the way. Before they were anything else, all girls are horse girls. There. Done. Second, you have no idea how much I have loved Bill for years. And funny, his mirror image, in a way, never fails to be a horribly bad brother, whether it's to Bill or to Loki. And personally I think the latter two ought to form a bowling team and not actually invite Thor. That all being said, I was asked about Bill and Beth. My quiet ship that you can pry out of my cold dead fingers. Majority of this has been written off-Tumblr. There are plans within plans that I have with Tangle-Matt. I love them because in their ways, they are extraordinarily kind, loving, and gentle people at their core. They are members of their races who, for reasons, tend to stand out and apart, and don't always gel well with others, within their current circles. Originally meeting via tragic accident, or a twist of fate...we have two tales. One that takes Beth to Bill's universe, in which he rescues her heroically from a rapidly disintegrating star ship she had no business being on, and vows to see her home safely. They quickly come to understand that that is a lot more than either one bargained for and may not be entirely possible. But never once did he lack chivalry, never once did he fail to show her the depths of his kindness, and never once did she know fear or disgust. If anything, she thinks he's an angel. He thinks she's probably a little lost and a lot confused. Slowly over the course of their many and myriad adventures, love finds them. And what could be better than that? ~*~ In another verse, Beth accidentally {maybe on purpose} finds herself once again accompanying him, and this time, he does bring her home. And she is willing to stare down her beloved "Uncle Phil" dead-ass in the face and demand to be returned to Bill, all the while scaring the curl right out of Dr Leo Fitz's hair with her threats and attempts to cajole herself out of quarantine and back aboard Scuttlebutt {who may or may not be a small kine jealous of Beth}. None of these tales have resolved. If anything, they are in the beginning stages of really flowering, and I love them, your honour. By them I mean the stories, I especially mean Bill, and even more so, his mun. I am ever so grateful and appreciative of every word we trade. {{11/10. Any time, any where. And the answer to the third of the unasked questions is...yes, yes he is.}}