#i feel like the season finale is going to slam us with something big

[devilsadvocactus]

Anyone else getting very suspicious at the lack of lore this season??

[santaasi]

SHADOWS

pairing: jj maybank x routledge!fem!reader

summary: when emotions take over and shadows are swallowed up, all you need is to find a person who will become your light (based on shadows by sabrina carpenter)

warnings: angst, a little bit of fluff, use of y/n, english is not my first language

word count: 2.3k

a/n: the action takes place after the finale of the first season of obx

We all got nightmares in our dreams

We look for someone to believe in us

And show us the way

And make it okay

The world can be dangerous

Everyone in Kildare knew who JJ Maybank was. A flighty, self-confident blonde, a girls man, the life of all parties, and the honored prince of pogues. You could always buy the best weed from him at the best price, and repair the car as soon as possible. He appears in the police station more often than at home, and all parents pray only that their child does not fall under his charm. JJ Maybank was a walking problem, but despite that he had a heart of gold.

As a child, his mother told him that life consists of white and black stripes, like a zebra. But for some reason, JJ's own life was like a big and long black tunnel, in which fireflies sometimes appeared, illuminating his life. John B, Kiara and Pope were the only bright spots in his life, the most important people who, no matter what, stayed by his side.

But it was only for John B, that JJ was ready to do anything, because their bond had always been stronger than just friendship. They were brothers who had been going through all the problems together since childhood. John B. was by JJ's side when his mother left the family when he was seven. John B. was there when JJ's drunk father beat him almost to death when he returned home one night. John B. was there to treat his wounds, and allocated a separate room for him in the chateau so that JJ would not have to return home. John B. was the one who always believed in JJ, who knew that despite all the words of the people around Maybank, he would not become like his father.

That's why the loss of John B in the storm two weeks ago was another blow to JJ's gut from a life that proved to him over and over again that JJ Maybank was not made for happiness.

There's something so rare in your veins

Not a single thing I would change

And oh, if you only knew how I see you

Would you come alive again, alive again?

But despite how much JJ Maybank treasured his friendship with John B., he couldn't do anything about his feelings for his friend's younger sister, who, like a little sun, always lit his way in this pitch darkness of his life.

Y/N Routledge has always been her brother's most precious treasure. After their father disappeared, John B. devoted himself to his sister, protecting her from everything, promising that he would always be by her side. And now, seven months after Big John disappeared, John B. wasn't with her either. She was left all alone in this big world, which seemed ready to swallow her completely.

The first week after John B. went missing, JJ heard Y/N crying quietly at night, suppressing her screams, burying her face in the pillow. He could hear the sound of her bare feet on the wooden floor and the slam of the screen door when she woke up at the middle of the night from nightmares and went out on the porch to get some fresh air. Every night, Maybank cursed the thin walls of the chateau and John B. for causing her so much pain by leaving. But no matter how much JJ wanted to help her, he was too deeply drawn into the swamp of his own feelings, from which he could not get out in any way.

Y/N wasn't blind to what was going on with her brother's best friend either. She knew how much shit JJ had to go through in his entire life, how many loved ones he had to lose, and she understood that losing John B was another blow for him. She felt how he blamed himself for what had happened, heard how he wakes up at nights from nightmares, asking John B. and Sarah not to go into the storm, saw how only a pitiful shadow remained of the former JJ and it broke her heart.

The girl always admired the strength of JJ's spirit, despite all the shit that happened in his life, he stayed afloat. He raised his head and walked confidently and straight on. He supported his friends, was ready to do anything for them, even go to prison for a case that he did not commit, as long as his friends, his only family remained unharmed.

And JJ Maybank was always there for her. When her heart was broken for the first time, he was there, holding her tightly to his chest, whispering soothing words in her ear. When she was fighting with John B., JJ was always on her side, listening to her outrage. JJ Maybank went to parties with her, dancing with her until the sunrise, sat with her on rainy evenings at the chateau, watching romcoms that he hated, brought her her favorite sweets when she was sick, taught her surfing and listened to all the gossip from her work during their mini spa days at the chateau with such interest, as if Y/N told him about the beginning of the universe. JJ Maybank was always there for the younger Rotledge and it was just impossible for her not to fall in love with him.

She loved her brother's best friend even when he was a complete mess. When he cried on her shoulder after another fight with Luke. When he got drunk and she had to carry him to the chateau. When he was angry at her for getting into all these dangerous things with all the other pogues.

Y/N Routledge loved JJ Maybank in every shape and condition. And she would never change even the slightest detail about him, because for her, JJ Maybank was perfect for who he is.

Y/N was also hurt by the loss of her brother, and she, like no one else, could understand all of JJ's pain, but unlike him, she had the strength to live and move on. She didn't blame herself for what had happened, realizing that John B. had always been too stubborn to listen to anyone, but JJ… He was devouring himself from the inside out. He dug out the grave himself and buried himself with his head. The darkness that had been accumulating in him for so long was finally winning. And Y/N was scared. She didn't want to lose him either. She couldn't lose him.

I need you to understand

Y/N stood in front of the door to JJ’s room, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other, doubting the correctness of her actions. They haven't spoken since the day John B disappeared, although they've been living under the same roof all this time, but they were functioning on their own.

After hearing another sob from behind the door, the girl finally opened it, going inside.

It was very dark and cold here, but after getting used to the darkness for a couple of seconds, Y/N began to distinguish silhouettes.

The room was a complete mess: all the clothes from the wardrobe were spread out on the floor, along with books, notebook sheets, rumpled bed linen and glass fragments that glittered in the moonlight. The lamp fell from the bedside table and was lying in the corner.

JJ was sitting at the foot of the bed, his head buried between his knees, and his hands were clutching the strands of his blonde hair in fists. His body was trembling. Even without seeing his face, Y/N could tell with certainty that JJ was trying his best to cope with the hysteria that was punishing him.

"Hey, J, are you okay?" the girl asked softly, quietly approaching the guy and kneeling next to him.

Startled, JJ mmediately raised his head, staring at the girl in shock, as if he had seen a ghost. There were wet marks on his cheeks, and his eyes were swollen and red from crying. More than anything, Y/N wanted to hold him close and comfort him, to convince him that everything would be fine.

"Angel?" JJ asked hoarsely, not believing his eyes. The sound of her soft and gentle voice sent a wave of goosebumps through his body. Her voice. It had been so long since he had heard her voice. "Did I wake you up? I'm sorry... I-I didn't mean to... I-" JJ stumbled through his words, frowning and averting his gaze from the girl.

"Hey, hey, hey... calm down, J," the girl whispered softly, covering his palm with her hand. "I understand, okay? Everything is fine," the girl said soothingly, trying to smile.

I don't mind your shadows

'Cause they disappear in the light

JJ's gaze ran over her face, going over every detail of her appearance that he has memorized over all these years by heart. She looked the same as always, but her gaze seemed to have lost the spark that made his heart beat faster every time. But now all he could see there was emptiness and sadness, which even her slight smile couldn't hide.

All these two weeks, living under the same roof with her, JJ avoided her gaze, afraid to see this look. The look of loss. The loss of a brother that JJ felt responsible for. The lucky charm for all problems in the world is JJ Maybank. And JJ hated himself for it.

He caused her so much pain, coming to her to heal his wounds after fights with his father or kooks, or when he brought girls to the chateau, knowing full well about her feelings for him... Because he's afraid to admit to her that he's experiencing the same thing. JJ Maybank destroyed not only her life, but also the lives of all the people around him. And he thinks that it would be better for everyone if he just didn't exist.

Y/N noticed how his jaw clenched, and his gaze fixed on the wall became colder and felt a wave of goosebumps pass through her body when he abruptly got up from the floor early. Routledge Jr. could always understand her brother's best friend even without words. This situation was no exception. She understood that JJ's inner demons were devouring him from the inside out.

"Don't do this, Jay. Don't do this to yourself," Y/N whispered softly, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to burst, but her voice trembled treacherously.

"I'm the problem, angel," JJ said without turning to the girl still sitting on the floor. "I am the main cause of your troubles! Wherever I go, I only make things worse! I... didn't save John B.... I'm hurting you... I..."

"Don't do this to me, Jay!" the girl repeated more forcefully, jumping to her feet, wiping away tears.

"I don't care about your shadows! I'm not afraid of them!" Y/N said sobbing, clutching his hand. "I'm here! I'm always there for you! I'll be your light if you need me. But don't leave me… I-I love you."

And listen to me, it's okay to be afraid

Just walk like you're never alone

"I didn't stop your brother, Y/N," the guy continued to insist, whispering, feeling tears accumulate in his eyes again. "He’s not here! And it’s my fucking fault!"

Y/N's hands cupped his cheeks, pressing his forehead to hers, closing her eyes and trying to calm her breath. JJ's hands rested on her waist, pressing her against his body, wanting to feel such a missing and dear warmth to his heart. JJ could feel her thumbs wiping away the tears rolling down his cheek.

"Listen to me, J. It's not your fault," Dana whispered softly.

"It's not your fault that John B is a stubborn bastard who always does everything the way he wants," the girl chuckled softly, feeling tears begin to roll down her cheeks too. She missed her brother like crazy, and she would do anything to have him here with her right now. But here and now, there was no John B., it was just her and JJ, who was damn bad at handling his emotions. So, Maybank and his mental state were more important to her than grief for her brother right now.

"You know you wouldn't have stopped him, so stop blaming yourself," Y/N sniffed, opening her eyes to meet his blue gaze. "It's not your fault."

The guy nodded slowly, holding her closer to him, burying his nose in her neck, inhaling soft vanilla scent of her hair. Y/N felt his body shaking in her arms, as he desperately clung to her, trying not to let himself completely collapse.

"I'm so scared that they won't come back, angel," the guy whispered softly into her neck. "I'm so scared that he won’t come back…"

"Me too, but it's okay," the girl whispered with a lump in her throat, running a soothing hand through his hair. "Everything will be okay… He will return… It’s- It‘s John B, he always returns"

There was silence in the room, broken only by their ragged breathing and the patter of raindrops on the window. JJ lifted his head, gently brushing away the strands of hair stuck to Y/N's cheeks, giving her a soft smile. JJ kissed her gently on the forehead before pulling her to his chest, hugging her tightly. His chin rested on top of her head.

"But we'll get through this together, as we always have. Like we've done it hundreds of times," Y/N said in a barely audible voice, forcing not only JJ, but also herself to believe that someday, everything will come to its senses again.

That someday John B and Sarah will come back and everything will be as before. That maybe someday her father will be found too and she will have a family again. That the black shadows that consumed JJ's life would be replaced by the sun's rays that would illuminate his path. That someday their life will really become like a zebra, and not like a black tunnel from which there is no way out.

But for now, all they could do was hold on to each other tightly, not letting themselves drown in the shadows of grief and loss.

And Y/N Routledge knew for sure that with JJ Maybank by her side, she could survive anything.

And all these voices in our head

Well, they keep screaming louder and louder

But they won't pull us under

thankx for reading <з

this is my first work on Tumblr, so I hope you enjoyed it. feedback always appreciated :з

– your santi ✨

[transfemmesam]

supernatural fic rec list

(mostly for me to keep all my favorites together. all on ao3) (be nice, i’ve never made one of these and the format is new to me)

Try asking by @applecrumbledore

Wincest, 7k words, rated T. Outside POV.

“Jerry says he saw them going at it in the back of that car of theirs outside Atlanta last year, I swear to God.” “Listen, man, I don’t like them either, but that’s a low blow. Jerry’s a fucking pervert.”

The sound of dead leaves by clavicular and unhappy_ghost

John/Sam + wincest, 6k words, rated M. Sam POV.

John looks at Sam in a way no father should. Sam aches when Dean smiles. The shadows that loom over Sam Winchester are not just those of the monsters lurking in the night.

Echoes of Hell by The_Nightbreaker

Gen, 35k words, rated M. Sam POV.

It wasn't real. He wasn't in Hell anymore. That's what he tried to tell himself over and over. But two centuries of torture don't disappear in a day. Sam struggles with visions of Hell, fighting to maintain his grip on reality. Dean hates that he can't protect his brother from what isn't real—but curse him if he doesn't try. When the boys stumble on a case with ties to the Devil himself, will they be able to pull themselves together in time to stop the sacrifices? Or will the echoes of Hell finally overtake them? Aka, season 7, but the plot is Hell trauma, not leviathans.

Evening Shadows by withthekeyisking

Gen, 2k words, rated T. Outside POV.

Sam is hallucinating the monster who tortured him for nearly two centuries, Dean feels like he's failing his brother, and a diner waitress bears witness.

Lesser Evils by Dyed_Red

Wincest, 9k words, rated E. Dean POV.

“So you’re just gonna, what – torture us for an hour while your guys hightail it to Buffalo? That’s your master plan here?”  “Oh I can do a lot in an hour or two, Sammy. Like having your surrogate daddy here carve Dean a new face. Like backsliding you off your pretty bandwagon. Like…Seeing how far big brother will go for his sweet baby Sam.”

Prophecy of an Abomination by ashitanoyuki

Gen, 88k words, rated M. Sam POV.

Sam wants to be normal. Sometimes, it's harder than he'd like to keep faith in God. Or: a story of religious!Sam plus powers!Sam culminating in horrifying Sam whump (with eventual comfort to go with the hurt). A character study of the first two seasons that sharply diverges in season two.

he’ll follow me down every street, no matter what my crime by according2thelore

Wincest + Meg/Dean, 17k words, rated M. Dean POV.

“What do you want, Sam?” Sam stands up, so Dean is forced to look up into his face. Sam turns them slowly, so the small of Dean’s back bumps into the polished wood of the counter. “I want…” Sam says, eyes flicking down to Dean’s lips and Dean knows when something is too good to be true, knows that this can’t possibly be real, knows— “Christo.” Dean rasps, just before Sam’s lips land on his, eyes open wide. Sam’s eyes flash black. “Whoops,” Sam says casually. A thread of tension stretches between them, almost interminable, and then they both move at once. The demon in Sam’s body slams Dean back, and Dean crashes against the bar. ~~~ A rework of S2E14 "Born Under a Bad Sign" with Meg!Sam and Dean instead of Jo for WincestWednesday on tumblr's July Event, prompt "Favorite Episode" (with a cameo from the second prompt "Blood")

You’d Have Loved Her (But You Won’t) by punkrock101

Gen, 5k words, rated G. Sam POV. (compiler’s note: this is my personal favorite fic of all time)

Sam never got to tell him. Sam never got to tell anybody.

Flowers in the Impala by Evendar

Wincest, 2k words, rated M. Outside POV.

Kate wants them to be a family - really, she does - but there's something wrong with John's boys.

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that’s long enough for now, i think. feel free to reblog with your favorite fics as well

[beautifulbuckys]

Can’t Stay Away (Part 5)

PART 4

George Weasley x Reader

Summary: The holiday season brings out the best and worst in everyone. It also causes feelings to surface, much to the Potter siblings surprise. 

Warnings: A tiny bit of swearing, heated arguing, real talk between harry and reader. 

Christmas time was chaotic.

The weeks before Winter Holiday was a mess. Many final exams were floating around, stressing many older students out. One day, when Fred and I were walking to the Quidditch Pitch, we saw Oliver Wood crying and ripping up his potions marks. 

Yet, the holiday cheer seemed to cancel out the school-wide panic attack. The leaf garlands were now replaced with shiny tinsel. The bright colors hilariously contrasted the stone and brick in the Hogwarts castle was constructed with. The holographic green and red popped against the bland backgrounds. Many of the pumpkins used to decorate were turned into pies and other meals for us to enjoy. Now enchanted snowmen took their place. These snowmen were like the castle ghosts, they managed to conjure up their own looks and personalities. A few weeks ago, one tried to flirt with Ginny. 

“Aye, firehead,” A voice boomed behind us. It had this thick New York accent, one I’ve heard in American muggle movies Harry and I had watched. 

Both Ginny and I turn around, looking into the area. It’s abnormal to hear a New York accent in Scotland, sure, but it’s even more abnormal to see nothing around us. There wasn’t anyone in our eye line so we shrugged our shoulders, guessing it was someone messing with us.

“I’m down here,” The voice boomed again. It was one of the snowmen. He was around Ginny’s hip. He wore a tan vest, the buttons almost popping because of the nature of his body. He sported an undershirt too, his thin twig arms showing through the sleeves. The snowman also had a checkered golfers cap on. It sat on his frozen head like it was glued on. Professor McGonagall really outdid herself. “I’m lookin’ to ask you on a date, gorgeous.”

As politely as she could, Ginny denied the request. We continued walking to class, where she giggled as she wrote a letter to Molly updating her on the eventful life she lived. 

My favorite part about the holiday decorations though? The house wreaths. Every year, each house’s student committee put together wreaths representing the respective houses. Professor Flitwick judged this competition previously. Although it’s a newer competition, it gets seriously heated. Last year, the head of the Slytherin house committee and the head of the Ravenclaw committee got into a fist fight during their Alchemy class. It was discussed to disqualify them. However, Flitwick argued for them and said they were just so excited for Christmas that they couldn’t contain themselves. Hufflepuff ended up winning. 

Due to the big blowout last year, the stakes are high. Hufflepuff was hoping to begin a winning streak. Ravenclaw had won about 3 times in a row before Hufflepuff took the crown. So now those houses have an unspoken rivalry. 

“Bloody hell George, did you see those two 7th years in front of us? I thought the Ravenclaw girl was going to slam her plate on the Hufflepuff’s head,” Ron shouted over the loud volume of the dining hall. It was busy here this morning, many students got breakfast as their only meal of the day before studying until the sun was down. 

George nodded, “Christ, it was terrifying. I think she was gripping her plate so hard her knuckles were turning white. All over some stupid wreaths!” He exclaimed as he sat down next to Ginny, across from me. 

I frown, “Hey! I like those wreaths,”

“Of course you do,” George rolled his eyes. Something about the tone of his voice got under my skin. Why on Earth did this boy have such an attitude at 7:30 in the morning? I could talk to Snape and he’d be in a better mood. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

George shrugged. “What it’s supposed to mean is of course someone like you likes some stupid Christmas wreath competition. It’s not that serious. I just find it tomfoolery, and that’s coming from me.”

I can’t help but scoff. Is he serious?

“Someone like me? God, Weasley. You’re such a pretentious ass it’s not even funny,” I slammed the crimson napkin that was positioned on my lap on the table. Shoving myself up from the bench, I stormed out of the Great Hall. I pray no other students heard the argument. Although it was too loud in there, I doubt anyone far away from where we were sitting heard. Unbeknownst to me, Harry got up and followed me into the corridor. 

“Hey,” Harry grabbed my shoulder once we were out of sight. He turned me around to face him. His green eyes looked directly into mine, his jaw was clenched. “What’s going on with you and George? Be honest. One second he’s grabbing you hard enough to give bruises? But then the next you’re both walking together and whispering.”

“Nothing is going on, Harry,”

“Bullshit! I know when something is up. I’m the Prince of something being up. I’m not an idiot. Do you like him?” Harry was speaking lowly, yet urgently. It was just above a whisper, yet his tone was tense and cutthroat. 

“No,” I whisper, staring at the ground. It’s a lovely ground, truly. The wear and tear of the stone shone through, cracks littering the ancient rock.

Harry’s hand returned to his side. “I said be honest,”

Harry reciprocates my sigh, but heavier. “Listen, I don’t care what happens between you two. I do, but I know I can trust you to advocate for yourself with this stuff. I was you to be happy. You’ve stuck by my side our entire childhood. You’ve advocated for me during tough times even if I didn’t know about it. You’ve defended me when times get difficult. I want this for you. You deserve someone else in your corner. If it’s George, I say go for it. I see the way you both look at each other. I know he’s done some messed up stuff but if you hold onto that resentment it’ll only rot the good personality you have.”

“What if I did?” I asked, my eyes finally returning to his. “What if I did, Harry? I don’t know what’s up. That’s honesty, not me dodging the question. One second he’s unbearable to be around and a big wise guy. But when we’re alone, he’s actually not terrible.”

“Alone?”

“Not,” I sigh, “Not like that. Whenever we’re with the group he just like gravitates towards me.” 

I have no words. I just grab Harry and hold him tight. 

No matter the time or the place, we’re at each other's defense. Since we were younger, I’ve been on the clock protecting Harry from all I could. Sure, I’ve failed. A lot. Shit still happens and there is still evil in the world. Yet the sun still rises and classes resume at the pace they always do. We’re all each other has. 

“You’re my favorite brother,” I mutter into Harry’s shoulder. The tears that sat in my eyes began to fall, wetting the charcoal robes he was wearing. 

Harry chuckles, “I’m your only brother.”

As the holiday break inched closer, so did everyone to losing their minds. Many, many students began pulling all-nighters in the library. So much so, in fact, that Dumbledore banned sleeping in the library. In response to the ban, people began just checking out the books and doing it in their common rooms. Even Ron, one of the more laid-back Weasleys, was waking up late due to the fact he studied until the sun rose. Many of the students in my History of Magic class, including George, had bloodshot eyes. 

George was actually slumped over his desk, drooling onto his textbooks when I walked into the Gryffindor common room. Harry had requested a small snack, as he was cooped up in his dormitory studying as well. I had to pull a few stings with a Haywood girl, a family familiar with the Hufflepuff house. Much as the Weasleys were with Gryffindor. All I managed to get him was a banana and some regular crackers, which I suppose was better than nothing. 

Silently, I tip-toed up the steps into the boys' dorms. Technically, I’m not allowed to walk up the steps due to the fact I’m not a boy, Fred and George had actually taught me a way to step without the staircase detecting me. 

I quietly knocked on the door, to which there was no reply. I shrug, deciding to open up anyways. If I see anything I shouldn’t, that’s on me. 

As I open up the door, I see the most adorable sight. Ron and Harry were sprawled out on a bed, books scattered everywhere. Ron had a Potions textbook opened up on his chest, however, he was out cold. Harry laid flat on his stomach. In his hand, he helped a Herbology book above if where his head lay. There were a few scrolls laid out on the floor. Some had writing, others didn’t. I stepped over the academic mess and placed Harry’s snack on his bedside table. 

“Night boys,” I laughed. 

The day exams were over, it was like a breath of fresh air. Many bloodshot eyes and sluggish walks transformed into bright smiles and happy laughs. It hinted that Christmas was near. Christmas used to be my least favorite holiday. Along with Harry. We never got presents. We sat and watched Dudley open all his. When we finally went to the Weasley’s full time, it became one of my favorites. Although the Weasley’s weren’t exactly rich, they tried. Everyone got presents. Nobody was ever left behind. Even if it was just one present. It never went unappreciated by the Weasley’s. Ginny loved making handmade gifts. When she found out about the necklace incident with George, she made me a gorgeous butterfly necklace. Fred and George love gifting their pranks. Ron usually just gifts snacks. Yet, I loved it. Harry loved it. It wasn’t just about the gifts to us. 

It was the family. 

Christmas Eve was charming. Despite the Weasley home always having a charm, tonight was something special.

The entire family sat around the fireplace after dinner. Everyone’s stomachs were full of Christmas ham and mashed potatoes. Ginny tested out a recipe from a Muggle cookbook with the carrots from our garden. The general vibe of the house was high. It was Weasley tradition to pick out 1 gift you made or purchased and gift it to whoever it belongs to. 

“A magician never shares his secret, Gin,” 

Ginny received a silk headband from George. A bright smile struck her face like lightning. She ran over to George and enveloped him in the tightest hug I’d ever seen.

“Thank you thank you thank you! How-how did you afford this? Where is it from? I love it!” Ginny tightened her grip on her brother. A large smile also found its way onto George’s face. Both laughed, Molly aweing at the display of affection in front of her. 

Ron gifted Percy a large bag of only chocolate frogs. Despite Percy’s stuck-up attitude, he loved candy. He accepted the gift with a soft thank you. Although he thought nobody noticed, I watched him quietly dig into the bag and shove the chocolate into his mouth. Arthur got Fred a small, muggle child, chemistry set. It was a gag gift, sure. It didn’t go unappreciated by Fred though.

“Woah! Dad, this is so cool. I’m totally using this in potions to make fun of Snape,” Fred giggled.

Molly smacked Arthur with some tissue paper she had in her hand from the gift she had opened. “Don’t encourage the boys Arthur!”

Fred chuckled, leaning into my ear. “I see some howlers in our future,”

Slowly, the family dwindled down. Ron and Harry ran upstairs to go play with the model Hogwarts Express that Molly had gifted Ron. They didn’t even say good night. Percy hobbled up the stairs not too soon after, mumbling something about a stomach ache. Arthur and Molly decided to use the time to stuff some last-minute gifts underneath the tree before heading off to bed. 

Ginny was laying down on the couch, with her head in my lap. I found my hands playing with her hair. It was soft, and the deepest red out of the family. It was long and incredibly fun to braid. Fred was seated next to me, having a soft conversation with George who was seated in the floor. His back was leaning on the base of the arm of the couch. His red hair was messy, and the dancing flames of the fire pit lit his face gorgeously. 

Ginny looked up at me, “I can’t believe this is your like 5th Christmas with us. You’re so old,” She whined. I pulled a small strand of her hair playfully with a smug smile on my face. 

“I know, I’m basically old enough to be your Grandmother. Your brothers aged me tremendously,” I giggled. The twins heard the comment and voiced their disagreement with a fake offended whine. Ginny laughed, closing her eyes.

Ginny yawned, turning so she was now facing the fireplace, her ear now on my thigh. “Tell me about it!”

As Fred and George spoke, Ginny dozed off into a slumber. The heat of the fire was comforting and warm. Perfect conditions to nap, I can’t blame her. There were a few moments where the girl let out a soft snore. It filled the gaps where Fred and George’s conversation didn’t take up all the silence. 

“G’nite, Potter girl,” Fred whispered, softly nudging my shoulder. “I’m off to bed, want me to carry Ginny up?”

I shook my head, bidding Fred a good night. It left me, a sleeping Ginny, and George remaining. Normally, I’d be uncomfortable. Past me would be. I’d be filled with an angry feeling, always ready to let out a wise quip. However, the uncomfortable feeling I was left with now was one of…butterflies? After Harry and I’s talk, I got to thinking. I realized he was right. I’ve devoted so much of my time to ensuring Harry’s happiness that I was too wrapped up in being miserable. I let one mistake sour what could be a flourishing friendship. Or a possible relationship.

“Happy Christmas, George,” I blurted. The soft crackling of the wood in the fire was enough noise for me. I don’t know why I needed to add more noise. 

He looked up from where he was positioned. He cracked a smile, looking me up and down. “Happy Christmas to you too. Is she awake?” I noticed I was still playing with Ginny’s hair, twisting it in between my fingers.

“No,”

George got up from where he was seated on the floor. As he turned to face me, the kitchen light highlighted the dusted red on his cheeks. The couch was close to the fire. The heat caused some redness, funny. The baby blue pajamas he wore looked too comfy. Like if I wore them I’d die from comfiness or something. 

“Can I be honest?” I ask.

George chuckles nervously, “I’d hope so.”

I nod, “I had this talk with Harry. About resentment and being happy, and…us. I used to hate you. I used to carry this anger whenever I saw you but, now? It’s just, melted away. I want to be happy.”

“I’m sick of pretending to hate you,”

“Pretending?” George asks, furrowing his brows. He takes Fred’s seat next to me, while Ginny continues to sleep.

“Yeah?”

“I want you.”

George stares at me for a second. He must think I’m playing some cruel joke on him. Pranking him like he has to me so many times before. Before I can even think. Before I can convince myself to do otherwise. I grab George’s jaw and pull it towards me, locking our lips. His lips were cracked, but somehow felt so right against mine. Time could’ve stopped and it wound’t have mattered. Whatever was going on, and wherever this goes; I don’t care. This is the only feeling I want for the rest of time.

It wasn’t a long kiss. But it communicated just how I felt to George.

“I want this too,”

If I had paid any attention to the stairs to my right, I would’ve seen two shadows casting down the stairway. 

“Tis the season?” Harry held out his fist.

Fred smiled. “Tis the season,” He bumped Harry’s fist, and the pair quickly returned their room so they weren’t caught. Not that they had anything to worry about.

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Yandere Enki X Therapist Female reader

I GOT’CHU—

Cuz the best thing I love about Enki is his brother 🥰

Nah but still- Enki is 😍

But I might make a part two because I just wanna see if im on the right track of a good storyline.

Forgive me for this because I've only watched Nanbaka until season 2

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Keeping Me Sane

(Yandere Enki Gokuu X Therapist! Female! Reader!)

Notes:

You were a recently appointed therapist.

Since you had to look over some inmates and guards one on one you got to learn how to use Qigong from the best of the best. Building 5.

You got along with one guard in particular, Samon

He taught you more about close combat and how to block out Qi channeling.

That way if an inmate gets to aggressive, you can paralyze them.

Basically you're like Ty Lee from ATLA.

Somethings wrong... You can feel it. It's coming from building 5. However, you ignore it, thinking that it was just some inmates. That is... until you get too close to a certain guard.

{Second POV}

~~~~~

You were heading to building 5 because of a supposed urgent process that needed to take place. The train stopped and you got off, taking a deep breath as you walked towards the Chinese setting. 'No matter how many times I walk through here it still smells like lotus flowers.' You thought optimistically as you saw a familiar fabulous teal haired queer Queen.

"Ruka! Good afternoon!" You called. Ruka turned around happily and squealed, rushing over to you and wrapped his arms around you. "[Y/n], dearie~ So glad you came. Ugh, that inmate was about to become absolutely insufferable..." You chuckled and pat his shoulder, telling him that you were here to help. He thanked you profusely and then told you that the inmate was in a lover level cell because of protocol. You understood and started to make your way to the cell.

But that's when you noticed... an extremely tall male.

[REALLY THO- HOW THE FUCK IS ENKI THAT TALL????]

You've never seen him before. However, he was wearing a guard uniform and he had a belt quite similar to Samon. 'Oh wait! Samon said he had an older brother. Perhaps that's him.' You thought and kept walking, eager to become acquaintances with another college.

You waved your hand and was about to greet him when all of a sudden he grabbed you by your coat and slammed you against the wall with incredible speed. You gasped for air and coughed. "Whoa are you?" He demanded as he glared at you.

He lifted you up. Since you were much smaller than him, you were suspended in the air. Because of the impact you felt blood in your mouth. Not wanting to cough it out, you swallowed hard. You tried to speak but no words came out. Thankfully though, someone came to your aid. "HEY! LET HER GO! SHE'S THE NEW THERAPIST THAT IS CHECKING UP ON THAT INMATE!" You couldn't see him but you knew it was Samon's voice.

The taller male let you go and finally you coughed some blood out as you held your throat. Samon raced over to you. "[Y/n]! Are you alright? I'm sorry about Enki." You just nodded and looked up to see Enki's gaze now looking nonchalant. "I'm... fine. Just a little banged up. But overall I'm good." Samon pouted. " Do you need Doctor Otogi?"

You shook your head again, telling Samon repeatedly that you were okay. But Samon refused to believe that you were okay. Since you two were good friends, Samon asked for Enki to apologize to you. You tried to tell him that it was fine but Enki did apologize to you.

You felt embarrassed about that so you just smiled and told Enki how it was no big deal. After that, Samon pat your shoulder happily and told you to visit the doctor if anything started to hurt before leaving.

After that it was just you and Enki. The taller male just stared down at you and you felt like you were in the presence of the warden all over again. "So you're a therapist?" He asked. You quickly nodded. Enki just hummed to himself before he started to walk off.

You just let out a deep breath. 'Scary!' You thought and just made your way to the inmate's cell to do the job you're paid to do.

{Ruka's POV}

~~~~~

"So~ How'd it go?" I asked and chuckled, using my Bashosen to cover my mouth. "... Awful... I tried to do as you say, pin her to the wall. But I slammed her head into the wall instead." I sweatdropped and sighed deeply as I saw Enki glaring at the wall. But immediately after, he smiled lovingly. "She's so tiny. I could do whatever I want with her with only one hand." I grit my teeth and just nodded along. 'What perverse thoughts.' I thought as I narrowed my eyes at Enki's lovestruck gaze.

'How in the hell did I get into this situation again..?'

"Shut up. Either help me win her over from my brother or I'll snap your neck right here an now. After all, you're one of her admirers too aren't you?"

'Right... that's how...' I sighed and fixed my hair and my cap before I proposed another plan. "Fine. Let's start off easier. Just ask her that you want to schedule a therapy meeting but instead, take that moment to apologize for hurting her. You could ever get her a gift or a snack." Enki then smirked and I flinched. It was the same look he gave me after almost murdering me after all.

"Perfect." His smirk grew wider and I just nodded. "Keep the grin down. You look like you're about to murder someone again... Also, don't. I've already covered up the first one. We don't need a second one." Enki stood straight up and fixed his guard coat. "That inmate deserved it. Talking about what's mine in such a way." Enki then went back to glaring at the wall and I facepalmed.

Ehhhhh- Am I doin' good?

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[ranwing]

Why The Wincesters is such a disaster and what can we learn from it.

As The Winchesters limps to its season (and possibly series) finale, I wanted to do something of a deep dive as to what went so colossally wrong. How was it that the first viable spinoff, and helmed by one of the leads of the original series, went so badly off the rails and is now one of the poorest viewed shows currently running on any network? There are lots of elements that played into this folly so let’s dive in.

1) The premise. This was an issue that many had pointed to from the very start but it’s important to understand why the very premise of TW was such a problem. A good spinoff will be able to stand on its own from the original series, even if there are elements linking them together. You should be able to watch the spinoff and be able to understand it without having seen the original series. Watching both would deepen the storyline and give elements that new viewers might miss, so it builds interest for both shows. A well-done spinoff can get viewers who never bothered to watch the original series interested. What happened instead was that viewers who never watched SPN would be hard pressed to understand who these characters were and why they are so important. It didn’t help that John and Mary are pretty polarizing figures in the SPN fandom which could have tempered excitement over the series with the fandom. Many, myself included, had argued that it would have been better to do a storyline that either focused on the distant ancestors of Sam and Dean, or to focus on completely original characters following the end of the SPN series. Revisiting the well-documented story of John and Mary wasn’t going to excite anyone.

2) Poor casting choices. This is not a slam on any of the actors who are clearly trying their best, but casting has been an issue from the start. Especially with the leads. I’m sure that Meg and Drake are lovely people, but they were poor choices to play younger versions of such well established characters. As an audience that already knows John and Mary very well and have clear images of their characters from how Jeffrey Dean Morgan and Samantha Smith played them, it makes the casting of Meg and Drake even more perplexing. Meg especially, as physically it’s impossible to see her maturing into the Mary that we know from SPN. Even if we were to completely divorce TW from SPN, the actors just don’t fit the characters they are supposed to play. Meg is too small and frail looking to be believable as someone raised in the hunter life from childhood, while Drake is too innocent looking to be convincing as a former Marine and Vietnam veteran. It didn’t help that Meg and Drake had little real chemistry between them, making it difficult to buy that they were supposed to an epic love story. Rather than seeing sparks even when their characters were not romantically linked, we often had to wonder why they were in the same room together.

3) Poor production values and writing. I get that TW was being produced by a novice production company on a shoestring budget, but it shows. The early seasons of SPN also were filmed on very tight budgets, but they were able to make the most of what they had and used well staged practical effects to create an atmosphere of danger and tension and then used limited special effects for the big moments. In contrast, the effects on TW look worse than effects on a show from 15 years ago. It also doesn’t help that TW is something of a period piece and very little about the show really gives a feeling of the early 1970s. Period clothing looks like costumes rather than lived-in garments and hair and makeup were anachronistic much of the time. Meg’s eyebrows were especially distracting, as even counterculture women would have had thin, highly arched eyebrows during this period.

The storyline and motivation for the characters was all over the place at times and the dialogue was pretty laughable. John was supposed to be only 19 or 20, yet the audience was supposed to buy that he not only served multiple tours in Vietnam but had also been a POW. Nothing about his character arc made any sense. Nor did Mary’s. For someone who supposedly wanted out of the hunting life before she ever met John, she wasn’t exactly trying too hard to step away from it. The backgrounds for the supporting players in this cut-rate Scooby gang were unconvincing and uninteresting and the storyline as a while was a jumbled mess. There was a lot more tell than show and rather that streamlining the story so that it could be told naturally within the 13 episode season, we just had a lot of unnecessary baggage that prevented it from flowing in an organic manner.

4) The inability of TW to stand on its own. As I stated earlier, a good spinoff can be enjoyed in conjunction with the original series but it needs to be able to be viewed on its own. It’s one thing to have a few easter eggs sprinkled about those longtime fans might catch and enjoy (but don't distract or impact on the overall story), but it’s another to have the constant parade of supporting characters from SPN showing up as exposition fairies. Granted, these are supernatural beings so it would make sense for one of two to pop up as a surprise, but the show treated the appearance of characters like Loki/Gabriel, Rowena and Dean as major events for viewers to tune in for. They were announced and advertised in advance with the goal of trying to convince SPN fans who haven’t show interest in watching TW to give it a chance. Given the poor ratings thus far, the shoehorning of original SPN characters has not helped.

And Dean, acting as both narrator and McGuffin for the show has been problematic on multiple levels. Again, you have to be at least somewhat familiar with SPN to get why Dean is in any way important. And with him at the center of the myth arc for the season/series, you have a tie with SPN that cannot be broken. This crippled TW’s ability to hold its own as a series and it would always be the weaker spin off from SPN. There was no chance of it being able to survive on its own. This wasn’t a bug, but a feature that was built into the show from its very inception.

5) The retconning. For all the protestations that TW would honor SPN lore, it’s very clear that they have been playing fast and loose with the facts established in the series. John’s character especially suffered, as SPN established that he only began to learn about the supernatural world after his wife’s death (though he did have him memory wiped when Sam and Dean did some time traveling). But despite hiring the people behind SPNWiki to help with the lore, many contractions were made that only confused and annoyed the few longtime SPN fans that were watching. It showed a carelessness with the storytelling that they never got a handle on. While SPN often had issues with their own lore and continuity, the issues with TW were particularly glaring.

6) Jensen, Dannell and Prequal-Gate. It cannot be understated just how badly Jensen and Dannell handled the roll out of TW, or their planning of the show in general. Part of it can be chalked up to inexperience, as they had never produced a show before. But Jensen knew the SPN fanbase as well as anyone else and had to be aware that shutting out Jared and all but completely erasing any mention of Sam from the storyline was going to alienate a significant portion of the fandom. We can argue whether or not Jared’s initial response when the news broke was a good one, but it doesn’t change the fact that Jensen designed the show to showcase himself and Dean’s importance in the SPN lore (something never really disputed) and did so by erasing Sam. By apparently shutting Jared out of the show completely, he ensured that Jared’s fans would not give TW a fair shot. And that showed in the ratings. Even the premiere, which was the high point of TW viewership was markedly down from SPN’s low points in the last seasons. 1.23 million viewers watched the premiere of SPN’s final season and nearly half of them didn’t bother to watch TW. That hamstrung TW from the very start, and it was all downhill from there.

When we look at the promotion of TW from the start, it was about Jensen and Dean. He got the primary focus and not the young leads that he should have been featuring. Jensen and Dannell took most of the focus at NYCC, while Meg and Drake were almost afterthoughts. They did little to guide their inexperienced cast and it became obvious very quickly that the premise of the show as less about the John and Mary epic love story and more about how Dean plays into things. For newcomers who didn’t know who Dean was, this was confusing and for Jared’s fans, it was confirmation of their worst suspicions about Jensen’s motives. It hasn't been helped when so many of the remaining fans are all but admitting that the only reason that they are watching is for Jensen/Dean.

In the end, TW was doomed from the very start. There were so many mistakes and missteps and with a short, 13 episode season, the show never found its footing. With the bottom of the barrel viewership that it is receiving, the odds are that it never will. At best, TW was forgettable. At worse, an exercise in hubris that no one is coming out of looking better than when they entered and very possibly killed whatever chances their were of further storytelling in the SPN universe.

Feel free to add anything you think I might have missed here.

[btr-rewatch]

Big Time Rush Season 1, Episode 12: “Big Time Terror”

I've been looking forward to this one since I decided to start doing this rewatch. SHOT IN THE DARK!! Let's gooooo!!!! *tosses confetti into the air*

Highlights: Ghost hunting, ginormous bowls of oatmeal, and the best song ever written in the history of ever.

It's a beautiful night at the Palm Woods, and BTR and many of the Palm Woods residents are gathered around the fire, hanging out and having a grand ol' time. The guys are singing "Stuck," which is a song I'd probably rank among my favorites.

Their fun time is interrupted suddenly by a strange sound. As everyone turns to look, they see that a small table is moving along the patio all by itself. The boys look on in confusion and fear, with Carlos and Logan immediately gravitating toward Kendall for protection, which certainly gives me feelings. I love them. I love that the reaction is instinctual and says so much about who Kendall is and how the other guys see him. The Protector. The one who will shield them from harm. Kendall is a source of safety.

After returning to their apartment, Logan, ever the logical one, explains to Carlos that it wasn't a ghost but the air conditioner causing a backdraft that shut the doors. He doesn't have an explanation for the moving table, though. Carlos insists it was a ghost.

There's a knock on the door, which startles everyone but Kendall, and he explains to his scaredy-cat friends, "there is nothing terrifying behind this door." And who's behind the door? Gustavo! He tells the guys that his mansion is flooded, and he has to stay with them tonight.

They're not particularly thrilled about a sleepover with Gustavo, but Mama Knight tells the guys that they should let him stay the night because "Doing nice things for people who aren't so nice is nice."

We go to the lobby oh-so-briefly then to see Bitters and the Palm Woods residents all running frantically from something. We don't see a ghost, but there is mysterious wind and spooky green lights.

Up in 2J, everyone is seated around the table for dinner. It's Fish Stick Friday (with tots)! After some initial skepticism, Gustavo discovers the fish sticks aren't so bad, and he asks what else the guys do on Fridays, which leads into a montage of their evening. Gustavo has a blast. The guys...do not.

But the award for Not Having a Good Time goes to Logan, who gets SAT ON by Gustavo for HALF AN HOUR.

Cannot even begin to put together a theory on how this managed to happen.

The boys are all relieved when it's finally time for bed, but they quickly realize they aren't going to get much sleep with Gustavo's snoring practically shaking the whole apartment. Carlos has an idea for how to fix the problem, though.

Carlos's expression kills me. Look at him. Jaw set and that look of firm determination in his eyes. Carlos has a roll of duct tape, and he isn't afraid to use it. He will silence the big, snoring man. I don't know if we've ever seen him look so serious and angry before??

Also, I just have to point out that First Episode Kendall absolutely would've been on board with this plan. He probably would've grabbed the tape and done it himself. Maybe even gone a little further and taped Gustavo to the couch just for extra fun.

They trudge down to the lobby to sleep there but are scared off by the Palm Woods Ghost, who shuts off the lights, breaks a vase, stacks the furniture, and slams the doors. They run back to the apartment and are greeted by the image of Gustavo scratching his butt.

THE BOYS ARE HAVING THE WORST NIGHT EVER

The following morning, everyone wastes no time in handing Gustavo his stuff and all but kicking him out the door. They're all like:

But Gustavo isn't so eager to leave. Instead, he decides to join Kendall and James for a fun afternoon by the pool.

Listen. I love Gustavo, ok? Especially in these scenes, where he's just a loveable teddy bear of a guy wanting to hang out with his buddies. He is having SO MUCH FUN with them and is SO OBLIVIOUS that they're not having fun. No awareness at all.

Meanwhile, Logan and Carlos are having their own little adventure conducting paranormal research in the lobby. Carlos is convinced they're going to catch evidence of a ghost. Logan is convinced Carlos is just an idiot.

So far in the series, any time Logan and Carlos are paired together, all they do is bicker. But it makes sense, given that Logan is the smartest of the group and Carlos is...probably last in that particular ranking. Which is NOT to say that Carlos isn't intelligent in his own way, because he certainly is, but he doesn't have the same type of intelligence as Logan. Carlos is just innocent. Child-like. And we love him for it, but it sure does put him in a good position to clash with Logan over everything, doesn't it?

After setting up the camera and taking some time to smack each other around, Carlos, Logan, (and Bitters) catch sight of a ghostly green figure going through the lobby. They all take off running.

We skip ahead to the next day, where Gustavo's reign of terror over apartment 2J continues. He's not even trying to return to his mansion. In fact, he moves a lot of his things, including his bed, into 2J.

Also, everyone is eating the most ridiculously big bowls of oatmeal I've ever seen.

Look at James's bowl. That's like oatmeal for three or four people. And I know, I know, they needed to have a big bowl in order for Gustavo to be able to push James's face into it but come on. That's the most oatmeal I've ever seen in a single bowl.

After hearing that Gustavo will likely be staying several more days, Kendall pulls James out into the hallway to tell him that they need to handle this like men. Immediate cut to them begging and pleading to Kelly for help.

Kelly is confused because she had told Gustavo the previous night that he could return to his mansion. She reveals to the guys that Gustavo didn't really have a chance to live a typical childhood and play with other kids. Which is, um, really sad and something that should've been explored more!! She tells Kendall and James to figure everything out and flees the Palm Woods. Kelly wants no part in dealing with this lol.

The "Get Gustavo out of the Palm Woods" plot takes a backseat then as BTR focuses their energy on defeating the ghost. Armed with vacuum cleaners and goggles, they engage in a Scooby-Doo-style chase around the lobby.

Finally, they catch the ghost and reveal that it's not a real ghost at all. It's the new girl, Stephanie King!

She's making a horror movie and has been using the Palm Woods residents as her cast. She asks them not to tell on her, which Kendall agrees to under one condition.

We cut to 2J, where a peacefully sleeping Gustavo is woken up by Stephanie's ghost "floating" by his bed. Armed with a fan, projector light, fog machine, and a microphone, the guys manage to send Gustavo running from the apartment in terror.

The following scene is. The scene is—it's...

IT'S SHOT IN THE DARK!!! WOOOOO!!!

"Shot in the Dark" is by far my favorite BTR song, and I loved it so so much when I first heard it in this episode. You can imagine my yearning all these years to get an official version of it. Apparently, a full-ish demo version was released on youtube like...10 years ago?? I had no clue there was ANY full version until the guys released it in November. So, all this time, the only version of it I've known has been the one from this episode. Just about fainted when I checked Spotify and saw "Shot in the Dark" on there.

And I do have ✨thoughts✨about the song, but I might put them into a separate post. It's such a good song.

We end the episode at the pool, where everyone is once again sent running in fear from another moving table. This time, it's the work of Katie, who has discovered Fun With Fishing Line. The end.

Fantastic episode. This one would rank pretty high on my list of favorites. Both plots are great, and I like the way they merge at the end to wrap everything up. +46287593 bonus points for having "Shot in the Dark" in it. However, I do think there was a missed opportunity to include a heart-to-heart type scene between the boys and Gustavo. The guy had a lonely, isolated childhood and just wants a sense of connection with his dogs! He wants friends and to run around with reckless abandon playing "tag and seek" and an altered version of Marco Polo using dodgeballs! I wish the boys could have taken more time to acknowledge the whole situation and reached out in some way to Gustavo instead of scaring him away with a ghost. That would have been some nice relationship development.

[hiddenlife-manager]

Can you do a nsfw scene for doffy x shy, short reader with a big size kink?🥺 (Also some degrading!). I am so in love with that villain!🫦

Thank you!❤️🫶🏻

Doffy x Shy and Short Reader

Buy me a Coffee

Personally, I think Doffy wouldn’t fuck you till he thinks your good enough first season BLOW JOB! PS I love the plot, but it could have been written better. But I don't have much time to do so today. Like being short wasn't explicitly mentioned but size kink was!

Extra: Dom!Doffy, Sub!Reader, Size kink, blow job, choking, face fuck, degrading

You crawled towards him knees slightly bloody from the abuse of him making you crawl to him. Doflamingo wanted to make you suffer and have you beg for his dick. You wanted; you wanted him in you. You couldn’t tell him you couldn’t utter a word when he stared deeply into your soul, your lewd body out for him and only him to see.

With two fingers he curled them to make you come over to his body. He sat on the couch legs spread his cock creating a bulge in his tight pants. You did what he asked shaking while your core hurt from holding your crawling position. The moment you made it to him your face came to contact with his cock in his pants, his hand held your hair pushing your face against the bulge.

"You see it don’t you. A toy takes care of their master. Suck me off simple as that." Your face heated up from his voice. Doflamingo let go of your hair, your body falling to the ground.

"S-sir-" You mumbled and right when you wanted to say more he glared at you causing your mouth to shut itself. He placed his hands at his zipper and lowered it his cock flinging out. He wasn’t wearing any underwear the very thought that when you work beside him he wore nothing under his pants.

It was huge around 15 inches. You once again attempt to say something that it’ll hurt but you told yourself against it. You got up and walked over to his cock. Your hands went over and grabbed it. Lifting it up from his lap. He stared at you allowing you to do whatever you wanted. You start to go up and down with your hands.

"Didn’t I say suck me off. I didn’t say use your hands." He growled at you and your head nodded making it clear you understood. You lowered your head to the tip and try to fit it into your mouth. The tip made you open your mouth to fit it in, just from trying to fit the tip your jaw could feel the sting of being wide open.

Drool started coming from your mouth, sliding down his veiny cock. You didn’t love trying to adjust your mouth for it to not hurt. Your body craved for him, so doing some extra work was worth it.

"A toy doesn’t hesitate!" He grabbed your head with one hand and slammed your throat down his length as far as it could. The sound of your gags leaving you while he enjoyed them, your gags were music to his ears.

"A whore doesn’t make their own master do their work." He raised your head off his length, giving you a second to breathe before he slammed you back onto his cock. Tears started to form once again, his hand making you stay on his cock for almost 30 seconds before lifting you up.

"Used already and can’t even do a single thing right!" You shook your head trying to deny but he didn’t give you a second. You held onto his legs trying to gain support while his hands forced you to suck him off. Drool and babbling were all that could be heard.

"This is why you aren’t getting fucked. A used-up toy doesn’t deserve it on the first night." He let go of your hair and chuckled a bit while you tried to gain your breath. Your face was covered in drool, tears, and precum while his cock was soaked in your saliva. You couldn’t even go down his full length but your drool was able to travel down his erect cock.

He pulled your hair again having you open your mouth. He placed you right at the tip not moving till he thrust his hips up having his length hit the back of your throat again. In a matter of seconds, you finally felt warm liquids spewing into your throat. He held your head tight on his cock.

"This is all a whore will get for dinner. Spill a drop and you won’t get to see the sun ever again." The very threat caused you to shake in your spot while you swallowed desperately the salty cum. He let go of your hair and once the support was gone your body fell to the ground unable to move. Your throat was in pain while your mouth was covered in pure white.

With the sound of a zipper and the coach moving with his body, he stood over your limp body. Doflamingo crouched and picked you up. Throwing you over his shoulder. You couldn’t move anymore, your body was in shock. From the lack of breathing and the amount of salty cum going down your throat that was in pain. Your jaw is in pain unable to close. A door opening could be heard and your body was thrown against the wall in the hall. Your head moved to the side to see him staring with a chuckle from him while he pushed his sunglasses back.

The door shut right in front of your limp body.

[leafs-lover]

Too Far Gone - Part Fifty

Warnings: swearing, drinking, very brief mention of sex (not really but it's there) rude people. I think that's it

Series Masterlist

Word Count: 5,800

Tia spent the entire next day trying not to stress. It was just another day after all.  

She dropped Taylour at daycare in the morning and went to class. After class she went to work, then she went home to an empty apartment and made dinner - quinoa salad with roasted vegetables.   

With Taylour at Auston’s for the night, she thought she would make use of her time and start on the clothes for her friends. She had the fabric out, sewing tape, pins and scissors were ready, the mannequin was a few feet from her sewing machine. Everything was ready, Tia wasn’t. It was taking twice as long as it should - she kept having to measure, then re-measure because she couldn’t remember what the tape said and when she finally made a cut it was way too small and ended up being a waste. Her brain needed a break, and so, she opted for a night of self-care – a long bubble bath with some wine and her audio book, face mask, hair mask and an at home manicure.  

When she woke up the following morning, she felt rejuvenated and momentarily considered working on the clothes, but she already had a busy day planned; lunch with Abby, Taylour would be home in the afternoon and that night the two of them were venturing to the Leafs game -their first of the season. She didn’t want to try for too much. Heidi has been trying to help her recognize that everything doesn’t have to be done today and that burnout is a real thing and can come quickly.  

With that in mind, she did nothing. She showered, brushed her teeth, got dressed – all the things she had to do – then for the first time in so long, Tia did nothing. She didn’t do laundry or make the bed – which is something Tia must do every day – she didn’t watch TV or respond to her dad’s three-day old text. She didn’t let herself think about what had been going on in her life. She didn’t try to understand the feeling that consumed her for weeks only to vanish the second Auston called her his friend. And she most definitely did not think of the kiss they shared, or the second one. 

She sat on the couch and listened to an “easy listening” playlist with a cup of green tea in her hand. At one point she thought she’d get bored or antsy, she wasn’t really the type to sit around and do nothing, but it was perfect. The music mostly turned to background noise, drowned out by the nothingness Tia let consume her. It was perfect. 

Tia felt completely at ease. She didn’t worry about sales or stress about the Leafs game later that night. Everything was right where it needed to be - she felt like a glow was radiating off her and wondered if anyone else could see it too.  

“It’s so annoying,” Abby groans, aggressively stabbing a piece of lettuce, unimpaired by Tia’s mood. 

“James always picked favourites,” Tia replies, somewhat absentmindedly. She doesn’t mean to dismiss her friend’s problem but she is on such a high she feels like she could float away.

“This isn’t picking favourites, I shut down his attempt at sex and he hasn’t sent me to the Upper Brass or let me on the pole since. I made $33 last night.” Tia can feel her frustration, not just through the words but because of the chill that erupts in the air and threatens to burst the warmth Tia has spent the morning wrapped in. 

“He gets like this,” Tia tells her from experience. “It sucks but he’ll get over his ego eventually, he always does.” 

Abby slams her hands against the table letting out a strangled groan. “I just hate working for him, hate him.” Abby’s nose scrunches up in disgust.  

Tia looks up and nods. She gets it, she’s been there. The worst part is there is very little that can be done. Nobody wants to listen to the voice of a sex worker and even fewer are willing to help. “It’s not forever.” She says confidently, giving her friends hand a squeeze. “You have some big things coming.” 

“I know.” Abby shakes her head defeatedly and sighs. “Anyways, enough about me. Tell me about you, how’s the line doing?” 

“Uh.” Tia shifts in her seat and clears her throat. “There is nothing to say. I haven’t sold anything.” 

“It’s only been a couple of days.” Abby nods in the direction of the couch. “These things take time.”   

“God, you sound like Auston.” Tia grumbles as she follows her friend and slumps onto the old lumpy brown futon Abby never bothered to replace. 

“What else did Auston say?”  

“I don’t want to-” 

“I could use the distraction.” Abby pleads with desperation in her voice. 

There is a second where Tia considers fighting her. She didn’t think much could burst her bubble, but diving into Auston and her failures seems like it has the potential to do so. 

“That I’m going to do fine because I’m destined for greatness or something…I don’t know. He was worried about being a bad parent which was more important than my clothing line. Between that and the kiss, it all sort of blurs together.”   

“What?!” Abby chokes on her tea. How could Tia let her ramble on about the same old Brass Rail drama for a half hour when she has been sitting on this? “You’re kissing Auston again.” 

“I’m not kissing Auston again.” Tia stares blankly at the popcorn ceiling.   

“You just said –“ 

“It didn’t mean anything; it was a friendly kiss.” Abby instantly notices her words don’t match the pink that flushes her cheeks and the small smile trying to force its way through. “Completely platonic.”   

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” Abby’s brows furrow. She sets down her mug and shifts on the couch, straightening out her back in preparation for what clearly won’t be an easy topic given her friends’ stubbornness.  

“What?” Tia rolls her head to the side with an exaggerated huff.   

“There is no such thing as a platonic kiss with your ex,” Abby almost yells, dumbfounded that she has to explain this.    

“That’s what they were.” Tia groans. This is why she didn’t plan to tell Abby; she didn’t plan to tell Becks or Heidi. It’s not a big deal but everyone else will make it one. 

“They?” Abby wiggles her eyebrows. “There was more than one?”   

“Two. But they didn’t mean anything.”

Abby is beginning to wonder if Tia believes the more she says it the more it will become true. It’s the only explanation for the ridiculousness being uttered.

“You kissed Auston, your ex-boyfriend, father of your child, the person you had a crazy and unmatchable love with, and it meant nothing?” Abby scoffs.

“I wouldn’t call it crazy and unmatchable,” Tia trails off, fighting the memories that begin to flood her mind. 

“You called him the best sex of your life,” Abby says bluntly, not missing a beat and Tia’s face burns in horror.

One night at the end of summer the two of them ventured back here after a night at the club. With a few glasses of red wine on a rather empty stomach – her specialty at the time – Tia couldn’t stop talking even if someone paid her. When she woke in the morning, her memory clouded by a wine-filled haze and she couldn’t remember if it was real or all a dream, when Abby never mentioned it, Tia assumed the latter.

“Most of the time when Thomas got you off it was because you were thinking of Auston.” Abby says with a knowing look.

“All that proves is on top of being a shitty person, Thomas couldn’t find the g-spot. I can miss Auston’s dick without missing him” Tia defends. “I appreciate you looking out for me Abs, but the kisses weren’t anything. They were short, no tongue, the other person didn’t even have time to kiss back.  

“But you thought about kissing him back?”  

“No.”  

Tia’s lying. Abby knows it. It’s obvious in the way her eyes dart left then right, up then down, anywhere except towards her friend and the constant drumming of her fingers against her mug. The most obvious sign is the way she instantly shuts down this topic. Tia never used to keep everything bottled up but years at a strip club where men treated her as anything but a human it almost became second nature. Unfortunately for Tia, Abby knows her, and Abby knows that when she shuts down like this it’s because she is too stubborn to admit she’s wrong.

“My parents thought raising my sister and I in a two-parent home was more important than us seeing them happy. They stayed together for about 5 years longer than they should have.” 

“I know Abby.” Tia groans. She’s not a stranger to this story. 

“Then you should know I’m pretty good at telling when two people aren’t in love. You love Auston.” Abby says pointedly.

Tia flies off the couch and slams her mug on the table. The only thing hotter than her blood are the words leaving from her lips and the steam coming out of her ears. “I do not love him!” 

“Tia, come on,” Abby laughs, almost at her wits end. She loves her friend but sometimes she wishes she could smack her upside the head and knock some sense into her.  

“No, you come on! You never met him; you have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

“I don’t have to know him; I know you and you -” 

“ABIGAIL!” Tia snaps. 

Her jaw is clenched so tight her molars are grinding. She has nothing left to say, more importantly, there isn’t anything Tia wants to hear. How can Abby assume to know Tia’s heart after a half hour together? 

Tia leaves her mug on the counter and walks to the door. She steps into her boots and grabs her jacket, forcing her arms through the sleeves before she reaches for the handle. 

“Stop being scared Tia,” Abby calls out, leaving all the vitriol behind. “You’re only hurting yourself.” The words barely have a chance to hang in the air before the door slams heavily behind her.

**

The scent of popcorn, nachos and beer fill the air. Tia stands at the door to the MLSE suite, grasping Taylour’s hand and takes a deep breath. She might be feeling better but she in no way is feeling good. If only her son could share some of his energy with her.

After Abby’s she walked home.

The air was calm a steady drizzle fell from the sky. Her toes and the ends of her hair were wet. She originally planned on taking the TTC home, but she needed some time to decompress before seeing Auston and Taylour.

She stopped for a tea on the way home. She thought she needed warmth but twenty minutes later when she was walking off the elevator her cup was full and cold. She had a bitter taste in her mouth.

Her walk did little to calm the erratic thumping against her ribs. It was crazy to her that one lunch could take her from practically floating away to wanting to tape her friends face to a punching bag. She considered calling Emily or Becks to bitch about Abby, but they are both at work. And if talking to Abby proved one thing it’s that nobody will understand the circumstances surrounding her kiss with Auston. How can she tell them what happened with Abby and not tell them about Auston?

She wouldn’t say she was in a good mood by the time Taylour came home, but she was feeling better. Then came Taylour, bursting through the door, smiling ear to ear with two suite passes in his hand. He barely managed to say bye to Auston through his excitement.

Tia listened to Taylour tell her about his time with Auston. He told her how they went bowling with Fred (she already knew that), and how they went skating (she also knew that) and about the big bowl of ice cream his uncle Fred let him have not too long before bed (she knew that too). He told her about beating Fred in a game of mini-sticks and how he read his bedtime story “right” this time. Tia listened and smiled and when Taylour had finally filled her in on everything that happened over the last day and a half, she ventured to the bathroom to start getting ready. Time and Taylour were beginning to settle her heart, but she still has a ways to go.

“Daddies going to score a goal,” Taylour proudly beams up at her.  

“Oh yeah,” Tia muses and crouches down to be at his eye level.

“Yeah Mommy, I told him too and he said he would.”  

A light laugh escapes Tia following Taylour’s admission. If only it were that easy.  

She tugs the Leafs toque from his head and pulls the zipper down revealing the jersey he was gifted last season. While he has grown and the sleeves are a little short, it’s not that noticeable, and when Taylour informed her he was going to wear it, there was no telling him otherwise.  

“Where’s your shirt Mommy?” Taylour purses his lips while he carefully examines her outfit - a perfectly tailored pair of vegan leather pants and a deep plunging navy blue bodysuit she designed herself.  

“Mommy doesn’t have one,” Tia explains whiles hanging their jackets in the closet. He has become more observant recently and sometimes it catches her off guard. “But I’m wearing blue because Daddy’s team is blue.”  

“Daddy will get you one.”  

“You’ll have to remember to ask,” she smiles sweetly at him.  

“Okay.” He eagerly nods.

When Tia finally scans around the suite she notices some new and familiar faces, but mostly it’s the look on them. They likely weren’t expecting to see her, or for her to come looking the way she is.  

It wasn’t her intention to go all out with dark eyes and bright red lips, but her frustration from Abby bled into her appearance. She just kept picking up bottles and brushes, applying products and before she knew it, she looked like she was ready to hop up on stage under the bright neon lights at the club. Once she had the fishtail braid pulled over the white cardigan Auston gifted her and took a step back, she had a moment of ‘should I wash off some make-up’ then remembered Heidi constantly tells her to be comfortable in her own skin and stop worrying about how others perceive her. And she did just that.

Letting her ankle boots click behind them, her and Taylour walk in, through the suite, past Steph, Audrey, a sandy blonde Tia has never met before – perhaps another WAG - and Victoria and Tessa who both smile politely at her. Tia smiles back, and takes Taylour toward the stairs, guiding him down the steps to the glass. Once at ice level, Tia picks Taylour up and sets him on the tiny ledge where the glass and boards meet. She then put one hand on his back to keep him in place while the music makes the concrete vibrate under her feet.  

“Mommy look!” He squeals when the team steps onto the ice.  

“I see,” she smiles at him, brushing aside a few of his curls.   

“It’s Daddy’s friends!”  

His eyes struggle to track the dark blue flashes that buzz by, and every time a puck hits the glass near his face he flinches then giggles. It’s not until part way through the drills, does Auston finally appear in front of them, tapping and smiling through the glass.  

“Daddy!” Taylour shrieks. Bringing a hand up to the glass he fist bumps Auston through it. “Hi Daddy!” he waves.  

“Hi Taylour,” Auston yells through a gap in the glass.

“Look!” Taylour points to his stomach to show off his jersey, as if that wasn’t the first thing Auston saw.

“Puck?” Auston tries to yell through the glass, unable to shake the smile on his face. 

When Taylour doesn’t immediately acknowledge him over the loud music and laughter of the fans, he bends down and holds a puck up for him to see, instantly being met with an eager nod. With a wide grin, Tia sets Taylour on the ground and prepares to catch it, then hands it to Taylour who starts jumping up and down excitedly.  

With Taylour no longer in front, Auston’s eyes finally find Tia, and his cock throbs under the equipment. While he loves her with messy hair and not a drop of makeup on, she looks absolutely breathtaking tonight - cherry red lips always did something to him.  

“Mommy, it has Daddy’s leaf on it,” Taylour holds the puck up for her to see.  

Daddy’s leaf.

The first time he said that Auston was confused. He hadn’t had a plant in his condo since he killed one in under two months, but he ignored it. Taylour said it a few more times over the coming weeks always leaving Tia and Auston puzzled. Then one day she saw Taylour carefully examining the Leafs mini-stick given to him for his birthday and put the pieces together. It was so endearing, the fact Taylour thought it was Daddy’s leaf because it’s on his jersey neither one could correct him.  

“Would you look at that.” Tia examines the puck and passes it back to him. “It does have Daddy’s leaf on it.” Turning her attention back to Auston, she mouths “good luck” through the glass earning a grin before he skates off to rejoin the warmup.

As Auston and Mitch stepped off the ice, Tia and Taylour remained at the glass along with a few other parents that lingered to watch the Zamboni’s. When they finally finished cleaning the ice, Tia and Taylour set out to return to their seats when Tia heard her phone chime from her purse.

          I’m really happy you’re here ❤

She smiles, remembering how before every game in Zurich she’d receive a similar text.

          Good luck tonight.

Auston smiles, remembering how he used to receive a similar text in Zurich, except those ones were often accompanied by a dirty message detailing her plans for later that night.

          Someone says you promised them a goal.

Not quite the message he used to get, but somehow he thinks he prefers this motivation.

          I’ll get one for you too 😉

Auston watches the typing bubbles pop up, then disappear, then pop up again. After the third time he locks his phone and shoves it on the shelf. Whatever it is will have to wait until after the game.

**

Tia and Taylour sat alone. Aryne was at home and Victoria chose to sit in the suite, something Taylour was wildly against. Steph, Tessa and Aubrey were a few rows down sitting with the woman Tia had never met, laughing and chatting amongst themselves. She isn’t bothered by it, after the day she had she actually preferred to sit alone and not have to make small talk for a few hours.

Like the last game, Taylour was mesmerized by it all. The lights, loud fans, Carlton the bear, the music. He understood the game a little more – mostly that when the loud horn followed by the Hall and Oates song went off it meant Daddy’s team had scored. Just like the last game he wanted popcorn and M&M’s, pizza and a pop. And like the last game Tia let him and took to the glass to watch the Zambonis.

“They go so fast,” Taylour yawns. Letting his head fall to her shoulder he keeps watching them make their rounds.  

“Yeah, they do,” she faintly kisses his forehead.  

“I’m going to drive the ‘boni when I’m older.” He yawns sharply and rubs his cheek against her white cashmere sweater.

“You sure that’s her?” Tia hears a woman’s loud whisper from behind her.  

“Look at the kids jersey,” another voice chimes in. “That’s definitely his kid, and you saw what she’s wearing right? Couldn’t look more like a stripper if she tried.”   

Tia doesn’t want it to bother her. She knows better than anyone that there isn’t a “look” that can label someone as a stripper. When the lights are on, the faces are washed, extensions removed and clothes put back on, they look exactly like every person roaming the streets of Toronto.

Tia knows this.

She knew this before she started therapy. She has spent so much time in therapy talking about this.

But in this moment, she struggles to feel it. She tries to hear Heidi’s voice say “if you wouldn’t accept their advice don’t accept their criticism” but she can’t drown out their snickering and snide remarks.

“Didn’t realize it was bring your whore to work day,” one of them sneers, and at that point she has heard enough but is too stunned to respond.  

The sound of a camera shutter sends goosebumps erupting up her spine and every prickle threatens to pull the air from her lungs. Her jaw clicks and entire body stiffens as she fights the brimming tears. Tia wishes she had the strength to fight back, but it’s almost as if they know it’s her weak spot and keep driving the knife in. 

“Auston could do so much better than her, she’s just heavy makeup and big boobs.”

“They’re probably fake.”

“They definitely are.”

Every laugh and jeer only glued her feet further to the floor. The pounding of her heart is somehow louder than the music blaring over the speakers but quieter than the girl a few rows back. It’s not until the taste of copper floods her mouth does she realize how hard she has been biting her lower lip.

Taylour lets out a soft murmur and her motherly instinct kicks in. All she can do is bring a hand up and tuck him in tight to her shoulder. With a quick glance at the clock, she has four minutes to find the strength to turn around and walk up the stairs, four minutes to face them.

“Delete the pictures.” A voice speaks from behind her.

“Excuse me?” They try to play dumb.

“I said Delete the pictures.”  They reiterate, louder and firmer this time. 

Tia recognizes the voice but can’t put a face to it. It’s a woman but not Victoria. If not her then who?  

“You can’t make me!” One of the young girls replies, very snarkily.

“If you know who she is then you know who I am,” they say firmly. “I’m Mitch’s girlfriend, and if you honestly don’t think I can get you kicked out from here you are poorly mistaken. Delete them. Now.”   

There is a stare down between Steph and the three women, after a few seconds Tia hears them mutter something. Once Steph watches them delete all of the pictures, she grabs Tia’s arm and drags her down a hall towards the platinum club access, past the small concession area and weaves through a small crowd. They round a corner and find a quiet hallway. Finally, Tia can breathe.

“Thank…thank you,” she stammers out, still processing what just happened, and that Steph of all people was the one to come to her defense. Tia knows Steph looks down on her. She made that clear with the comments at the NHL awards, the looks that are glued to her face anytime Steph is forced to share her air. Her being the person to jump to Tia’s aid makes zero sense, but at this point Tia doesn’t care.

“Any time.” She sends Tia a soft smile, one that radiates sincerity. “Most of the fans are chill and don’t care about us, there’s a few exceptions.”

“So I’m learning.” Tia’s heart has yet to settle, her entire body is still numb. “Thank you,” she repeats, louder this time. “You didn’t have to help me. I know you have opinions based of my job –“  

“Woah,” Steph eye’s narrow as she puts her palm up in the air. “Okay, maybe at first I was taken aback by what you do, but whatever, I’m past that, have been for a while.”   

“Then why don’t you like me? You barely talk to me.”   

“You haven’t exactly gone out of your way to talk to me.” Steph scoffs, leaving Tia slightly baffled. Maybe she hasn’t tried but Steph shouldn’t be surprised by that, she hasn’t been all that welcoming.

“You obviously have a problem with me,” Tia sighs, dropping her gaze to the side. This is the last thing she wants to deal with today.

“Auston is one of Mitch’s best friends, I’ve watched him get pummeled by you too many times this year.” 

Tia rolls her eyes hard and shakes her head. “I don’t owe you an explanation or an apology over what you think happened,” Tia informs her, slowly becoming more annoyed.

 “I know about Vegas.“ Steph states bluntly. 

“Jesus,” Tia mutters bitterly while letting her face scrunch up. She acknowledges Steph knows they slept together, anyone at the table could have made that conclusion, but does Steph know about Tia’s crumbling mental health at the time? That Auston was nothing more than a band aid thrown over a broken limb? “Make one mistake –“  

“One mistake?” Steph laughs. “You spent weeks giving him false hope only to tear the rug out from under him.”  

“I didn’t intend to hurt him,” she replies curtly, any compassion long ago faded. “But we both made mistakes. If you really were his friend, you’d be happy that we’ve forgiven each other and moved past them.”  

“I sincerely hope that’s true,” Steph trails off when the stadium erupts into a chorus of boos over something a ref didn’t call. When the crowd settles, Steph eyes over to Taylour – eyes barely open. “For his sake.”

There is that switch Tia knew Steph had. One minute she is your saving grace and the next she is tearing her down. At least she has the decency to do it to her face this time.

“It’s easy to make assumptions when you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” Tia bites. Steph may have a switch, but Tia has one of her own. “Auston doesn’t come running to you with his problems.” He does that with me is what she wants to say but bites her tongue. “You know nothing of what we’ve gone through.” Steph’s jaw clicks, she didn’t realize she was throwing gasoline on an already burning flame. Tia looks around carefully then takes a step closer, she speaks in a hushed yet angered tone. “Don’t ever give me parenting advice again.”

**

Tia returned to her seat. A few minutes later she watched Steph’s golden blonde ponytail sway side to side as she trotted up the stairs to her friends. She had a perfect little smile pressed to her face, but Tia could tell she was putting on a façade.

The entire third period was a bit of a blur. Taylour was nestled on her shoulder, and it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep. There was a lot of goals both ways, including two more for Auston which completed his first hat trick of the season. Taylour slept through it all.

Tia spent that time with the gears spinning in her brain. She thought about what Abby said, she thought about the fans and her interaction with Steph. When the final horn went off and the team saluted the fans, Tia was so consumed in her thoughts she stayed in her seat long after everyone left.

“Hey T.” Auston pops up beside her, causing her to jump. He wraps his arms around them both and breathes out a serene exhale. He places a kiss against Taylour’s forehead, not even receiving a faint mumble in response, then places one against Tia’s cheek.

“Good game.” Her back is stiff, but she returns a kiss to his chest, then buries herself between his suit and wool jacket.

“Thanks.” He already saw her ‘good game’ text she sent a few minutes ago (and that was the only text because she never responded to the one before the game), but he always was preferential to hearing it in person.

“He saw you make good on your promise before he fell asleep.” She hasn’t let go, but neither has he.

“Yeah.” Auston lets out an airy laugh and Tia feels her knees start to give out – she always loved that sound.

“Made good on my promise to you too.” She tilts her head up to him, getting her first look of him. His tie must be tucked in a pocket because the top couple buttons are open, chest hair poking out. The scruff on his jaw is dark, longer than normal – it’s been a few days since he last shaved, but that mustache she used to hate has never looked so good.

When Auston finally gets to see the warmth behind her eyes, he shifts slightly. Earlier Auston was fixated on the game and couldn’t let the thought cloud his judgement, now he can’t help but wish his Gucci pants weren’t so tight.

“Ready to go?”

Not really is her immediate thought, but it wasn’t an actual question. Auston is already sliding his hands under Taylour’s armpits, pealing the sleeping toddler from her grasp. With his other hand finding the small of her back, he carefully guides her down the hall.  

Once in the car, he struggles to not notice her behaviour. Constant drumming of her fingers on her thighs, blowing air out of her lips, fiddling with her coat zipper. He tries to tell himself he is imagining all the nervous energy that is roaring from the passenger seat, but when Tia asks him to park in the garage and help bring Taylour upstairs, he knows something is wrong.

“You okay?” Auston asks.  

After taking Taylour to his room, Auston removed his boots and clothes. He tucked him and Geoffery in tight only to find Tia exactly where he left her - standing with the filtering streetlight illuminating the room, her back is against the counter and lips are pursed - she is deep in thought.  

“T?” Auston nudges her, snapping her from whatever darkness is filling the air.  

“Yeah.” She brings a hand up and brushes aside a tear that clings to the corner of her eye. “Thanks for bringing him up. Have a good night.”  

There is a hollowness in her words and a stiffness in the way she moves, it’s a sight Auston hasn’t seen for months. He may have left her like this in the past, but not now. They have grown so much, not just as individuals or Taylour’s parents but as friends. There isn’t even a second thought, he knows he’s staying and so does she. 

When Tia steps out of the bathroom her face is bare and hair released from the intricate braid. She has on a pair of beige skin-tight shorts and an oversized tee that falls off one shoulder. Auston is standing with his dress shirt untucked, and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His phone, wallet, watch and belt are on the dresser, and he is lingering to the side, waiting for her.

“Is it alright if I crash here tonight? Kind of tired.” They both know that’s not the real reason.  

“Yeah,” she starts tossing throw pillows around, letting them scatter the floor. “I think you left some pyjamas behind.”  

“Left or you stole?” Auston teases, drawing a faint blush to her cheeks.  

All the lights were off when Auston left the bathroom. Tia had the duvet high to her chin, but Auston didn’t need to see her to know she was deep in thought. Using his memory and the faint city lights that were filtering in the windows, he navigates the darkness to lift the corner of the duvet.

“What’s going on?”

The bed dips as Auston lies down. Not worried about personal space, he crowds her. Tia attempts to shift back to give him more room, but every time she moves, he is right there, filling the space she used to occupy.

She takes a deep breath of his faint cologne then releases a shaky exhale. “Just some bullshit with some fans.”

“What happened?” His voice is leaching with concern, but she can feel the bitterness he’s trying to hide.

Tia sighs then tilts her head to look at him. Even though she can’t see anything beyond a silhouette through the darkness, she needs to see him. Keeping her voice barely above a whisper, Tia tells him of the comments that were made, and it doesn’t take long for her to feel him stiffen or hear muttered curse words.

“Who the fuck cares what they think?” Auston spits out, cutting her off before she can get into everything that came afterward with Steph. “Own that shit and be proud of it, because I’m proud of you.” Tia allows a smile to break across her lips, Auston always knew exactly what to say. “So fucking proud,” he emphasizes, giving her a soft squeeze. “I’m sorry you had to go through that,” he adds, letting out a hefty sigh.

“It’s alright.”

“No Tia! It’s not okay! Nothing about what happened is okay.”

“You’re right,” she concedes, keeping her voice soft. “But there is nothing we can do about it.” There is a moment of silence that ensues, and Tia knows Auston is stewing beside her. She knows he is going to take the blame for what happened, let it eat at him as if he’s somehow responsible – he is just that type of person. “There is nobody else I’d want to do this with,” Tia adds softly, but Auston can sense the residual pain in her voice.

Auston doesn’t answer. Instead, he navigates the dark and places a kiss to her cheek, catching the edge of her lip. He either doesn’t notice; or, after what happened only days ago, doesn’t care.

His arms tighten and his hand slips under her shirt, resting just above the waistband on her shorts. Something about his touch always was grounding, and tonight is no different. The longer it sits there the more she feels her worries begin to fade.

It’s not long before the weight of the day is gone and she slips into a slumber, but unfortunately it doesn’t come as easy for Auston. He is full of worry over what happened. Every time he thinks they are taking a step forward they take five back. He wants Tia to be a part of his world, for Taylour to be at practices and games, but how can she be when this is the response?  

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PART 2 TO MY II PREDICTIONS/WISHES/QUESTIONS (technically) SINCE YALL ACTUALLY KINDA LIKED THOSE?? and i have more!

please note btw that most, if not all, of this is not gonna happen bc they can't pack EVERYTHING into a 30 minute or so episode and not gonna lie some of these are my fixation talking and me being delusional. it's good to theorize though!!

lots of bias. let's get into it

i told my gf this BUT it'd be cool if there was a scene of trees changing, to represent seasons passing because it has to have been a year at most right

more lightbulb using her electrokinesis scenes plspls?????? like. she can just casually DO THAT....maybe have her use it for evil/J IM KIDDING. don't have her kill anyone

............................yet

another knife and suitcase scene, elaborating on the "making your presence known", how suitcase took it a different way, just a conversation if that makes sense

yknow. what was that roboarm in the gemory cave. and is it Still working after lightbulb powered it on.

unrelated but still.more so a question have we or will we ever get the full roommate list drop?? unless they're gonna wait for when s2 is done to not spoil anything

baseball and lightbulb friendship scene :] team captain style!

i think it's gonna release on OR near the anniversary, if the iii finale is so soon early into 2024 it gives slight time

can we get parent lore drop??? like hello?????? they cant just said what they said in iii ep 14 and never expand on it, so i have a heavy feeling its gonna get mentioned in s2 if not ep 15 specifically

im just hoping for lb centric, even if her lore doesn't match up well with the slams. pls im so autism abt her at this point its anything BUT funny

now here's some iii 18 predictions!! for fun :] and also me just rambling abt it (spoilers for iii 17!!!!)

those who left to the hotel come back for jury voting!! more importantly fan and pb please💥

bot and springy and gonna be near each other again next episode. springy may still try to pull some shit with bot, and, assuming so, if TEST TUBE IS BY BOT'S SIDE......

springy made that suitcase bot, so clearly he knows about season 2

we may just get ii 14 tt again. which i am HOPING for. idk i love seeing test tube ENRAGED for the people she cares about she's so fun and unique bc MAN that girl is angry. she's holding grudges against Two People

also. fan meeting bot? he is going to have such a big and hopefully impactful reaction!! pls he has his patterns and the sudden changes make him uncomfortable they need to mention this

if he knows about season 2......could he make, or has he made, toys of the other final four? again im just gripping at straws for an iis2 final four appearance

think abt it though. it's the iii finale. you think they won't do something big? considering mephone knows he has to go back? springy could easily torment him w that considering the whole "facing your past" theming

also walkie talkie is Totally associated with meeple. ik we've all figured that out but i just had to say something. very heavily focused on using electronics to better the future? implying robots taking over others positions?

also??? past contestants coming back SEEING the toys?? maybe. Maybe.

the entire episode could also just be a discussion and play on the ethics of ai and how it's affecting the writing industry by putting people out of jobs due to its advancement and im reading way too much into it but hey im putting my hard hat on and channeling my inner matpat for this stupid show about objects with limbs (/pos btw)

also. are they gonna leave floor behind??? or will they scoop him into a terrarium, then plant him into inanimate island?

can he teleport that far?? how far is paradise?????????? ae drop the map pls/silly

ALSO ALSO. WHAT ARE THE INANI-MATES?? IS N/A THE LAST OF THEIR KIND??????? i doubt it but STILL everyone else in that group died

hey. why is the background of the recap song the background used when the gemories formed the silhouette of cobs. hey now.

[woundlingus]

can i ask why you hate wayward sisters?

First and foremost, because I know a lot of people feel this way about wayward sisters, it’s got nothing to do with a general disinterest in seeing a woman led cast in the supernatural universe, believing that there cannot be a Supernatural without Sam&Dean, and nothing to do with not wanting success for the girls and the pilot.

I was really excited when they first announced it because I was a huge fan of Jody and Donna and their gaggle of hunter girls, personally my favourite was Alex- maybe because she’s a little Sam coded with wanting to go to medical school and be normal and I’m just really captivated by her origin story as vampire bait. The bitterness came later when it was all for nothing because it never got picked up, behind closed doors it was likely already slammed down by The CW because we know from interviews the president has said he doesn’t think people would care about a show without Sam and Dean, and then to add insult to injury they aired one more wayward sisters relevant episode after the fact.

Most people think of wayward sisters as that one episode, the true pilot episode but that’s not really the case,

You have Patience; where they kill off a very beloved season one character, Missouri, for the character development of a character who would never be relevant again which is both a waste and lazy writing because why should I care about Patience grieving when I don’t even know her? There’s nothing driving a connection here between me and this character other than a one hit wonder from the early days and then they just kill the only interesting thing about the girl before it has time to blossom into something better and tragic.

Then it’s The Bad Place; which is the introduction to Kaia- because every girl we don’t know need their own episode apparently. We didn’t know Sam and Dean and yet they made a perfectly captivating pilot episode where it explored them enough as characters to make them interesting right then and there… but I digress. This is Episode NINE, and Jack only now makes his return to the screen because he’s relevant to move the plot of a different show along. And again, like Patience I just don’t care about Kaia’s struggles because I do not know her as a character, they’ve just thrown her at the audience already laid bare as if that’s meant to make her interesting when it’s made her so flat with no intrigue.

THEN, it’s Wayward Sisters. I just hate the premise of this being an AU thing, like the girls have to go away lest whatever insane bullshit the writers want to throw at them is going to conflict with the world ending drama of the Winchesters. There is nothing particularly interesting about the bad place, it’s an empty forest and sometimes there’s spooky noises in the background, it’s just purgatory with a different colour filter.

Then it fails, and then it’s ANOTHER WAYWARD SISTERS EPISODE! It’s Donna and her niece who never became plot relevant enough for anyone to remember she’s supposed to be in the gang! At least this one is fun because Sam is going to get sold on the black market I guess?

This was the mid season finale in a show that is very clearly entering its last stages of life. They used nearly the entire front half of season 13 to pitch a show that never happened. Could you imagine the kinds of interesting things that could’ve happened in all that time? Maybe something relevant to Jack, or Mary, since those are two characters I want to like very badly and I just can’t sometimes because they weren’t very interesting in season 13. Because they didn’t get a chance to be before they were thrown away. Jack is the big plot, he’s there, then they throw him away, then they bring him back for another show and use that show to throw him away again.

Also, honestly? I don’t really like the girls, but not how you think. It’s nothing to do with being a woman hater, I know it sounds like that when there’s absolutely nothing interesting about some of the male characters I like (*cough* Asmodeus and Loki *cough*) and yet I’ll make huge elaborate headcanons and adore them, but it’s the being a woman myself that makes them harder to stand. A guy being a loser? Whatever. Those women being characterised as motherly angel saints who have a gentle and tender blooming WLW relationships and they’ll coyly hold hands and be chaste lovers, but don’t forget they’re GirlBosses, and they all dress in flannel because they’re just so super tough! But also they all have to wear a full face of makeup to fight vampires! It’s different, because I’m watching that and I know there’s not a hint of irony in it and the writers have written them like that not because they’re being lazy or they’re hacks, but because that’s how they actually see women, that’s what they think women want to see. When a guy character sucks he just sucks, when a woman sucks I can see the misogyny that went into writing her and I don’t want to look. Jody and Donna are Sam and Dean’s peers and I think maybe even younger than them and yet they’re motherly and tender through the horrors. Claire hasn’t had a moment of peace since she was like five years old where she was possessed by an angel who knew her mind couldn’t comprehend consent and used her to kill people, then took her father again and tore her family apart, and then they just take all the teeth out of her bite and make her snappy and quick witted instead because there always needs to be plausible deniability about whether or not a character might dislike the Winchesters because they’re just the specialist little boys ever! It’s the potential that upsets me, it’s that we could’ve really had a female led hunting show and it failed from the jump because they were not writing interesting and complex characters, it’s the same grief I have with Mary that they’ve taken all the complexities about being a hunter and the horrors of what you have to do to survive and they’ve taken the teeth out of these women to make them flatter and more placid characters out of I guess fear of upsetting the male characters? Fear of letting a woman take up space and be loud? It’s not like they can’t be those things and also interesting, Jo and Ellen were interesting, the writers here just don’t care for the women and their relationships they’re writing, they’re just throwing shit at paper and hoping to make bank off women.

It wasn’t one episode and I’m kinda just bitter, it was four episodes about people we never really see again in a season filled with a LOT of things that were insanely interesting to me if my entire blog doesn’t give that away, I’m a little crazed about s13. It was just a massive waste to think about the characterisation time and plot development and relationship building that could’ve been done for characters that actually mattered this season, especially when this is the one where they’re actually going to have Michael V Lucifer. You’d think that would be a bigger deal than it was.

In a season filled with so much already, they dedicated four episodes to a show that doesn’t exist, and the vast majority of plots in the main storyline suffered for it by being incomplete, jarring, or lacklustre.

At least Jensen had the balls to make The Winchesters stand on its own two feet, I guess I have to give him respect for that. Could you imagine if the finale to the show was his back door pilot?

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Twisted Wonderland: A Thanksgiving Fiasco

A/N: I just wanted to write this explosion of chaos for everyone to see.

Notes: GN reader! Cursing, explicit language, yelling.

Inspired by: Don’t experiment on Thanksgiving

Every single one of Yuu’s friends gathered at Ramshackle for the Thanksgiving feast. The dorm heads set it up so that each dorm brought a dish. Diasomnia wasn’t exempt from this rule. Heartslabyul brought cranberry jam, Savanaclaw brought Cajun seasoned turkey, Octavinelle brought various desserts, Scarabia had brought Jamil’s signature teas along with other drinks. Pomefiore had brought green beans, Ignihyde brought grapes and a cheeseboard. Diasomnia was left with the most important dish of all, the Mac n cheese.

The ghosts and a couple of Yuu’s friends set up the food stations, then they began to feast. Their friends were gathered around them, eating peacefully until Azul had taken a bite of the Mac n Cheese.

“Why does this taste so eggy?” Azul says, spitting out the Mac n Cheese in his napkin.

“I followed a recipe on that clock app…what’s it called?” Lilia recalls, trying to remember the recipe.

“TikTak.” Silver answers.

“Yes, that’s it. The recipe I followed called for 12 eggs in the Mac n Cheese.”

Azul drops his silverware, and the Leech brothers go silent.

“You what?” Azul questions, growing irritated. “Why didn’t you ask for help with the Macaroni and Cheese?!”

“I didn’t know it wasn’t supposed to be like that.” Lilia replies, keeping his childishly calm demeanor.

“Father, don’t lie. You’ve cooked me Mac n Cheese plenty of times during my childhood.” Silver says, getting more greens. “Besides, I told-we told you not to put that in the Mac n Cheese.

“Now we don’t have Macaroni and Cheese, cause you decided to do some bullshittery you’ve seen off of the internet!” Azul yells, surprising everyone at the table.

Yuu pours themselves some apple cider and sips on it.

I can’t help Lilia out of this one.

“Azul, I really don’t think it’s a big deal-“

“Don’t experiment on thanksgiving! Don’t experiment on no damn thanksgiving!” Azul yells, slamming his cup on the wooden table.

“Azul!”

“You experiment by your damn self!”

“I was just trying to think of something everyone would like-“

“Don’t try it with us! We don’t want that shit!”

I better stop this shit before it gets too far.

“Azul, it’s fine. We can eat other things at this table besides mac n cheese,” Yuu says, putting down their glass of cider.

“Jamil gave you the recipe! But you chose to do that shittery alone!” Azul continues, not paying attention to Yuu. “Messed our shit up!”

Azul leaves the room grumbling in Italian. Everyone laughs and they continue to eat as Azul sulks outside. After 10 minutes, he walks back into Ramshackle and joins the table once again. The five second peace is interrupted by Lilia’s actions once again.

“So, Yuu, when are your friends from RSA coming?” Lilia asks, sipping on wine.

The room goes silent and everyone stares at Yuu.

“Father, I think you’ve had enough wine,” Silver says, trying to take the wine away.

“Oh don’t worry, I feel quite fine,” Lilia responds, moving the wine glass away from Silver. “Besides, I’m excited to see where this is going.”

The door to Ramshackle opens at Prince Rielle, Neige, and Che’nya walk in.

Oh no…

“Hi, Yuu! Thanks for inviting us to thanksgiving!” Neige greets, kissing both of Yuu’s cheeks.

On the next Arrested Development

“Uh oh,” Lilia says, sipping on a bottle of red wine.

“Che’nya run!” Riddle and Trey scream, looking at their friend.

Every boy except Diasomnia, Ignihyde, Riddle, Trey, Jade, and Epel get up from the table chasing after the RSA guests.

Yuu sighs and gets up to throw their plate in the trash.

“Y’all wanna help with Christmas decorations?” Yuu asks, giving Grim a hug.

The boys inside Ramshackle follow Yuu to the active and begin the transition into Christmas time. Of course, in the midst of this chaos, Malleus was the most happy as he finally got invited to something. Not only that, but he got invited to do something with Yuu immediately afterwards.

[goodbysunball]

Parched & parcel

Things are getting noticeably heavier and weirder, and we're the better for it. Some metal, finally, paired with some fine Aussie experimental noise and a band that'll make you believe in the dream of NYC again. It's the best season for this kind of stuff, so dive in.

dprk, Shitville Tourist LP (Studio Fabrik)

May I introduce to you Shitville Tourist (title of the year) by dprk, apparently a duo of Nick Dan (xNoBBQx) and Richard Fielding (Severed Heads) with support from a few mates. It feels like a journey in time back to where Twisted Village and Kye once roamed, where the journey largely justified the end product and the listener could take it or end up spending big later. While there is no question this record took me a few listens to unravel, what didn't take much to pique my interest was the gentle loop on "Crazy Little Corkscrew," something that sounds like a lullaby played with a steel drum, being poked and prodded by various electronics over its seven minutes. The track, like all four tracks on here, doesn't really go anywhere over its duration, but floats, writhes, twists and soaks in the sounds being made: pure joy in the noise made by machines. The title track and "Blumen Schmerz" are darker, more cavernous, where synths bleep and blot and drum machines whirr and exhale steam, creating the illusion of life where there is none. The latter has some creepy guitar parts splayed out on the pulsing synth backbone, but the investigation leads to no further conclusions; there is no categorization here. The finale, "Gulag In Space," provides not only another great title but a track nearly worthy of dancing, especially after the mind-fuck of the first three tracks. The beat bounces off all surfaces, as slippery as the rest of the record, but there is a sparkle on "Gulag" that winks at the listener as Shitville Tourist winds down. Something magnetic, or just plain alien, about the whole affair, but whatever it is, the sheer number of times I've played this have more than justified the hefty price tag. Great debut; let's hope for more from these true underground freaks.

Excarnated Entity, Mass Grave Horizon LP (Nuclear Winter)

Greece's Nuclear Winter puts out a ton of releases, so much that I've seemingly looked them over in the last few years. But taking stock, they've been responsible for the physical releases of a number of near-and-dear U.S.-based death metal acts like Blasphematory, the mighty Anhedonist, and now, Excarnated Entity. Excarnated Entity features a former member of Anhedonist, and there's definitely a similar approach to death metal with the two acts: mournful, grandiose but without the heavy-handed use of keyboards or Gregorian chant-like vocals. Excarnated Entity is also singularly focused on the horrors of war - not to be confused with the glorification of such in war metal - and provides ample heft to the incalculable loss of life. The band's demo, also reissued by Nuclear Winter in 2020, was a good primer for their debut LP, but the LP is devastating. The instrumental opener "Abjection" runs an elegant Mournful Congregation-style guitar line into the ground, simultaneously distraught and triumphant, and sets the stage for the rest. For anyone paying attention to the recent death-doom resurgence, Mass Grave Horizon fits right in and sets itself up near the top of that heap. While I think that there's a bit of momentum wasted in the middle section of "Corridor of Flame," that's really the only complaint I can level at the record. Everything else is properly filthy: gurgling vocals over blastbeats slam headfirst into downtuned chugging riffs, and a elegiac solo rises from the cracks in the pointlessly blood-stained soil. It's between "Irradiated Shadows" (the part before the solo, yeesh) and the punishing title track for my favorites here, but there's not a dud in the bunch. It's worth noting that the band does four-minute sprints as well as they can stretch tracks out to twice that length - a versatility that elevates Excarnated Entity above the one-note lifers rehashing the same formula on every track. Bleak, miserable and, given the state of the world, timely death-doom is what you get on Mass Grave Horizon, and if you think you've heard it before, it's worth hearing again in this singularly focused and dimming light.

VoidCeremony, Threads of Unknowing LP (20 Buck Spin)

I've got to give Nic at Repressed Records credit for pushing this one, as anything combining descriptors like "jazz" and "prog" with "metal" usually makes me run for the hills. But, this new VoidCeremony LP is checking all the boxes while flirting with all of the above, while (as Nic notes) throwing in a fretless bass solo on nearly every song to boot. The band plays death metal, firstly, and while there are some space-y outros and instrumentals, everything feels of a piece rather than forcing together disparate parts. The label press mentions that the band plays "with the gliding, controlled chaos and smooth fluidity of a jazz quartet," and that checks out, but I don't smell anything particularly jazzy about the record. Rather, I get a big whiff of Gorguts when listening to this record, another band that seamlessly combined progressive, thrash and death metal with grooves, resulting in something impressively complex without making it feel like a homework assignment. "Writhing in the Facade of Time" probably best displays all of these aspects, from the fading-in tech-death opener, to the sky-scraping guitar solos, to the crushing close of the track before the group's whisked away on a mystical Moog coda. The band shifts from strength to strength without any bloat, and just as importantly, without any clean vocals. Threads of Unknowing is my go-to workout record this year, the fluidity of the drumming providing blastbeat stress and necessary space in equal measure. Strap in, take a trip; whether you buy into the lyrics or overarching theme is up to you, but either way it's one of the most thrilling death metal records of the year.

Weak Signal, War&War LP (12XU)

Cool "reissue" of an album digitally released in 2022, hopefully given a wider reach with the push of 12XU. War&War is Weak Signal's third LP, and it sounds like a band comfortable with themselves, their capabilities and their sound: they can rip off a garage-punk track like "Don't Think About It" and slow things to a simmer on "Consolation" with ease. That the band sounds so self-assured did make this record feel a little too easy the first few times; but, like label mates Lewsberg, the complexity of the tracks shines through on iterative spins. Seemingly small choices like the backing vocal melody on "Names" or the sparkling Cass McCombs guitar on "Spooky Feeling" begin to feel like bold, powerful moves amidst the background of resignation/resilience across the album. The mostly spoken, barely sung vocals paired with the often bluesy guitar lines give the record a rough, workingman feel - which, for me, means that things ain't going your way but what are you gonna do about it - but there's no glory in it, just a general disdain for how things are. It's definitely a bit of a downer, though I think the band would prefer "realist," and two lyrics from the middle of the record seem illustrative of the this approach: "I'm no weirdo/I'm no freak/but things keep happening to me" from "Songworld," and "If you think I care/that's where you're wrong" from "Yr Deal." I don't find that the lyrics convey apathy, rather an infinite patience or aplomb in the face of everything spinning uncontrollably off-axis. War&War feels similar in spirit to what True Widow was doing on the heavy sigh of As High as the Highest Heavens..., though without the depressive bent of that record. A bit of despair creeps in on the cover of Johnny Thunders' "It's Not Enough," which bleeds into the gray, abstract noise of the title track, but the band puts their dukes up again on closer "Who the Hell Are U?," a fitting end to the record to reinforce the group's street savvy instincts. Weak Signal's delivered a doozy, and one of my favorite new-to-me discoveries of the year so far.

[ca-suffit]

Will never forget how when TCA photo shoots dropped and ppl were rightfully wanting to see more Jacob/Assad pairings for the promos, Virginia was getting asks saying that they were glad loumand shippers and those who wanted to see more jassad were “getting humbled” because they were getting “too cocky”, she was very much agreeing and adding on to these asks. It’s just really funny to me how she is always like “you should read the books and listen to the cast and crew, because then you’d know loumand is not the main couple this season!!” followed w that Sam gif she always hilariously misuses when like… the book and the show literally say the opposite… Reading the s2 reviews obviously confirms this lol but it reminded me of that moment and I had to laugh. So crazy, imagine seeing ppl excited for non-white queer rep and being glad they didn’t get what they wanted (and supposedly were never going to get it)… wanting to “humble” them… and saying you’re not racist…

I remembered this and here's the actual post :)

I also found some interesting things I never knew about while looking for this post so let's share those too :) :)

This was happening when I first made this account, so I remember it rly well. I was replying directly to all these ppl as long as I could. They're always saying stuff happens on anon bts so I was making it clear from the start that they could "finally" respond in public. Isn't that what they wanted? lol ig not.

Here's the only direct contact I had with virginia.

I *just* saw she replied to it, but take a wild guess why I wasn't notified of it. cuz u know I'd have responded if I had been. These ppl only get loud when they know there's no real "threat" of an interaction.

do u see how she didn't speak back to the things I was talking about in the post tho? she had to deflect again to "u hate lestat," "read the books," "ur speaking over jacob, A BLACK MAN" (their favorite shit to say like it's such a slam dunk?)

She also posted this

she was on a mission then to "prove" the bullying was real because this is the time when nalyra got caught doing all of this and they needed a distraction from that. she reblogged that showmey0urfangs PSA from the previous november too and aimed the fandom at black fans again, saying this was all part of an ongoing bts bullying issue. if it is then why tf can't u all ever have better receipts? why are these PSAs literally untagged shit from ppl's personal accounts or in direct reblogs to u and yet ur claiming it's all happening on anon. which one is it and why aren't u posting those things then? jfc they think we're all stupid.......

what I think is crazy too is the PSA caps reminded me of the timeline of stuff more. there used to be louder white ppl in the fandom about racism (and I remember this even more because showmey0urfangs got so mad about that in this post, trying to defend white fandom by screaming "I'M BLACK AND U HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME" at white ppl who pointed out she was doing racist shit) and it's funny how nalyra and virginia and them didn't start to be more openly racist like this until *after* those ppl weren't here anymore? crazy how u suddenly grew extra racist courage when u felt u wouldn't have as much pushback now. I don't remember them ever going after any users who they *knew* were white and saying this stuff either. if they feel any hint like ur prbly not white *and* not a book reader then look how the big voice comes out. but this isn't motivated by racism right lol?

look at this too

she answered so many asks back then to get sympathy and frame herself as a victim (to again distract from the nalyra shit), which is classic white woman / fandom manipulation.

idek how u write something like this tho and believe it makes sense? ppl speaking up about fandom racism is *always* going to be about fandom racism. u go in any fandom and it's there. it's never a cover up for something else. that's what white fandom *wants* u to think because they want to get as much support as possible. they know if they soothe white feelings about race and say "this isn't a real issue, it's about shipping / it's because I'm being unfairly targeted / it's because they're jealous" then most ppl *will* choose to believe that and defend them because it's the better feeling choice for them. talking about racism sucks. being on the side of loudly talking about racism sucks. you don't get to exist in fandom and "just have fun" when you do this. that's why most ppl stop doing it and either become white fandom themselves or leave public spaces for it.

look at this recent thing too

this is a manipulation attempt. she's aware of fans being upset at amc catering to white ppl for this and this is her way to cover up more for white fandom and say "I'm not an ANGRY BITCH about it (unlike some ppl), come support me, I'm better and nicer and treat ppl fairly."

anyway, fuck this racist bitch and her weird fucking ego over gatekeeping garbage ass anne rice books.

[bonesandthebees]

okay so like i was gonna just start on this tonight and get the general ideas down and finish this when i was Awake and Functioning but then i started rambling so uhhh jazz handss

take me describing the diff energies ur fics give off, i am sorry if this is uncomprehensible fjwaewf (is that even a word?? incomprehensible? ye-)

through a glass divine: DEFFFF rainy day vibes, the au feels very Elegant to me even though glass!wilbur himself is very much not, when I read glass I get the same vibes as being in a car /pos, it's comforting but can get intense at times, sometimes with no warning. like one minute your head is against the glass (heh, pun unintended lol), and ur looking out at the streetlamps, the next the breaks are SLAMMED and u get whacked against the seatbelt lmfaoooo (this is all /pos !! i love the angst lol)

world forgetting: FOGGG, that's the first thought that pops into my head, things are unclear first and it's a little eerie but there's also something comforting about it (i will use this word a lot bc . well ur writing is comforting hehehe), the first half of wf was very exciting, it reminded me of when i used to have my mcu marathons, edge of my seat, shoving popcorn into my face, and just glee, the first few chapters with wf especially with the combat made me so fucking giddy lmfaooo i had so much fun reading it, the second half was a lot more calm and melancholy, it was defff sitting on the couch while it rains outside vibes, like MM the hurt comfort?? give me a blanket and a pillow to squeeze bc hot damnn

stars and their children: stars man . hooweeee, this fic was binging a 12 season show vibes, you invest a lot into it and wow the emotional damage?? for real. this fic was late night rants at sleepovers, theorizing n coming up with silly conspiracy theories (i think this was when i really started reading the asks, so for me it has a lot of those vibes tied to it), when i read stars… i feel a lot of Awe. it feels big, it feels important, it also feels like im reading a very fancy novel from a very big library, like i feel like i've stepped into a massive multi-tiered library and plucked my favourite book from its shelf, i can imagine the hardcover being absolutely gorgeous, it gives me the same vibes as getting assigned a book to read in class and having your mind blown /pos from it, like "damn i understand why they make us read this bc wow"

(fun fact i have ur ao3 page bookmarked on my toolbar lmaoooo)

honey and tangerines: well . this one just gives me island and coastal vibes lolll u described them very well, but okay from a reading perspective? besides indie movie lmao. i'd say… hanging out with a friend you haven't seen in a while. it's familiar, it's bittersweet, it's thrilling. honey and tangerines gives me the vibes of doing something youve been wanting to for awhile but were always too scared to. pushing your boundaries. it's all those classic "finally living life vibes", staying out till 3 am, finally getting around to decorating your room, going on a roadtrip. when i read honey and tangerines, it feels like i'm experiencing life. all the prev fics either feel like novels or movies, but hats feels like life

what the water gave me: ngl when i read this i just feel such pure emotion that i cry like idek how to explain it man. it's so all encompassing /pos it does give me staying up late in my room with fairy lights vibes though, dunno why. just gives off that same warm energy

A DUSTY TOMB OMGGOJEAWE i need to reread that anyways

a dusty tomb: straight off the bat, playing dnd. dnd is so much fun and i have so many happy memories from it and a dusty tomb defff gives off those vibes, chaos, freeing, family. it also gives off the vibe of finding a piece of old writing in a buried notebook and reading it and going "wtf?? when did i write this this is amazing" maybe that's just bc it feels like u read my mind writing it lmao it's perfect i adore it so much and i have reread it an unholy amount of times, i just get the vibes of sitting criss cross on the floor and reading it, it's not necessarily a comfy position but it's enjoyable nonetheless, just a happy moment for oneself, it feels like giving yourself a treat, self care, all of that good stufff

no time confounds me: def feels like watching a tv show /pos, it def feels like smth i'd put on w my stepmom or my birth mom and just absolutely fucking Vibe to it bro, that fic is suchhh a vibe, i'd sink into my couch and get HOOKED, it also ofc brings w it all the vibes of just where i live LMAO, and the motorcycling reminds me of my dad <333 i miss motorcycling with him dawggg it's so much fun, but yeahhh. all the vibes described in the fic just make me want to go out for a hike in a forest lmao, i love it. also hot chocolate. this fic is defff drinking hot chocolate vibes

nocturnal animals: ooohh this one is defff late night vibes, working late on hw and looking out ur window and just taking a moment to appreciate the stars n stuff, also windy day vibes, this def feels like a novel my friend would shove at me to read and i'd be like "brooo i dont even LIKE vampires" and theyd be like "no bro just trust me" and then i'd be really bored one day so i'd pick it up and then get addicted . and then in this hypothetical series that has like a billion books i'd go to the library and borrow them all and binge them in a week lmfao, i love this fic sm ngl, i would proudly display this fic on my bookshelf (well i mean, i would literally display all of ur fics on my bookshelf KING i would have a shelf dedicated to ur fics 100%)

okay… i think those are all the main fics, there're a couple more that i've read but i am . getting really really reallyyy tired and idek if any of this is comphrensible lmfaooo 😭 😭 😭

i hope u enjoyed bee <333 tldr: i love ur writing and i have core memories attached to all of these fics and they are all special to me in their own way <33

ohhhh these are so cool to read icy (sorry it took me so long to respond I've been so busy lately)

lmao love all the drama in glass being compared to a car braking super suddenly. rainy car drives is definitely not the vibe I think it has in my head but that's super sweet to imagine :)

comparing stars to a Big Fancy Book makes me so happy thank you so much. I have this absolutely gorgeous fancy version of Dune with a stunning cover and I always imagine something kind of similar as the 'cover' for stars in my head so i love that you imagine that too

in contrast you and i feel the exact same about honey and tangerines. it's definitely that kind of bittersweet reconciling friendship vibe. saying it feels like life means so much thank you <33 thats exactly what I was going for

to me what the water gave me feels like swimming in a warm tropical ocean at night which might be a bit on the nose but yeah that's what I think of. but fairy lights in a room sounds so nice I love that

awww I love that idea for dusty tomb. just rereading something nostalgic and wonderful and feeling so comforted by it. that makes me smile a lot to imagine :)

hot chocolate and watching a tv show YEAHHHH you get it that's exactly what i was going for from no time confounds me. also that's so funny that you mention motorcycling with your dad bc that's where my descriptions of riding motorcycles comes from. my dad always used to pick me up from school on his motorcycle when I was a little kid, it was so much fun

oooo windy day for nocturnal animals is interesting but I love it. also god you saying it feels like a series with dozens of books reminds me of this vampire series i read in middle school that had like 10 books it's absolutely nothing like nocturnal animals but now I'm having a nostalgia trip thinking about it lol

thank you icy this was so sweet to read :)

[jaxs-beanie]

Hadestown Tour Notes

I saw Hadestown on February 5, 2023! I took notes during the show, and here they are if you wanna read them! Our Orpheus was Jordan Bollwerk, and the Workers included Jamal Lee Harris, Eddie Noel Rodriguez, Cecilia Trippiedi, KC Dela Cruz, and J Antonio Rodriguez. Eurydice was Hannah Whitley, Persephone was Brit West, Hades was Matthew Patrick Quinn, and Hermes was Nathan Lee Graham. The Fates were Dominique Kempf, Belen Moyano, and Nyla Watson.

ACT 1 Workers out first to start the show, then Fates, then everyone else. Hermes was sweet to Eurydice, gave her a bit of a hug. Audience laughs as Hermes poses, gets us ready, then brushes us off. Hades snaps a hand against his hip to dance, Persephone goes down from balcony, Eurydice jams out to the drums, Hermes is happy to be here, Hades just standing looking serious. Jamal’s worker has a turquoise hat.

In Any Way the Wind Blows the Fates shoo Orpheus away from Eurydice; he finds a match and is reaching out when Hermes gives Eury one and is sad. Hannah’s Eurydice has a very rich, deep voice. She feels like she was a Fate in a past life. Hermes goes soft on liking to hear Orpheus sing and then is in denial. Audience gave big laugh on Come Home With Me and ‘the man who’s gonna marry you’ and ‘when you become my wife!’ Eurydice felt sleepy-grumpy at first but got total awe when she saw the flower, very alert and in disbelief. Orpheus was very careful and affectionate towards her but with a straight back, like he wanted to prove himself.

Orpheus is zoned out for Epic 1 on ‘as if I’d known it all along’, feels very in tune with the mystical side to the songs. All of his Epics feel very improvised and on the spot. Hermes says ‘Hades… and Persephone’ drawn out on Hades. After ‘go on’ his singing and confidence got stronger. On ‘twice as bright’ the light got bright and Persephone stood. Audience laughed on abrupt grumpy ‘but that was long ago!’

Seph kissed Hades and got no reaction. Workers cheered and went ‘yeah!’ after ‘anyone want a drink’, Eddie chatted with Eury and Seph about something. While Hermes was grooving with the band and Persephone, Hades was alone and sad. I felt bad for him. Orpheus’s toast was a lil drunk but very improvised feel, eyes shining. A Worker (or Hermes?) slurped their water loud during the toast to laughter. Couldn’t tell who took Orph’s guitar but I think it was Antonio.

Hermes soft on AIEK intro, Persephone in love with their love. They were very heartfelt and a careful, intimate dance, while Hades read the paper and refused to look at them. Orph in total shock at Eurydice’s big kiss. In Way Down Hadestown, Hades packs up and slams the doors on the Fates verse. Eurydice interested in Fates and Hermes, Persephone seems very sad. Hermes enjoyed trash talking Hades and seemed grumpy at him, as did Seph; audience laugh on ‘I missed you.’ Orpheus stomps the floor when moving to protect Eurydice, effect like puffed up kitten. One male Worker has a really deep voice, and they all gather around the doors for the end of the song.

HC Hannah Eurydice has Seasonal Affective Disorder cause as soon as winter came on she was sleepy sad again. She was scared of the storm and brushed Orpheus’s shoulder goodbye with her hand, I think KC gave her the jacket. Epic 2 felt improvised too, felt more and more in tune the more Orpheus sang. Hadeseph appeared on the balcony for Chant 1. Persephone was upset at first then horribly sad. Eurydice was terrified of the storm and screamed for Orpheus. Hades got a huge bright spotlight on the cathode ray’ verse. Hermes was desperate to get Orpheus to listen and broke character a bit. Hades feels like a charismatic used car salesman, secure and powerful but sleazy. Eury trying to run to Orpheus but the fates turn her around, Persephone is crying on her final chant verse before ‘this neon necropolis!’

Persephone slammed doors on final Chant note and saw Hades leering at Eury. Audience laughed at his first “HEY.” He was all smooth, slick oil in HLS, said ‘poet’ like a dirty word a la Tom Hewitt, very playful ‘lemme guess.’ Eurydice ran back and forth during the intro to Chips, tried to give Hermes her ticket or look to him for help but he wouldn’t budge. Atropos felt like she was leading her sisters in the song and directed their maenad energy, afterwards Eurydice felt super depressed. Hermes opened the ‘door’ to Hadestown and seemed like he was reassuring Eurydice that her journey there would be safe.

Hermes playing with the coin bag/putting stuff away on the table when Orpheus finds him. Orph falls to his knees as Hermes picks up the flower and regains his strength on seeing it. He felt lost at first but found his footing, then during the ‘suck your brain’ verse he fell and crawled a bit but got up and kept going, disappearing through a crack. In wall song the wall got brighter every verse as Hades got more manic up until ‘what do we have that they should want?’ It felt like he was leading the workers in investigating the wall. Seph and Eury exchanged pointed glances as she appeared, and Hades didn’t undo his tie or jacket until she disappeared beyond the doors. Audience laughed at ‘anybody want a drink?’ closer.

ACT 2

Band came out and the lights dimmed, Hermes and Seph came out arm in arm but he had his jacket on and she did a bump instead of a kiss. During Our Lady we all cheered for the band but loudest for Audrey on the trombone and the keyboardist. Persephone wasn’t too sad or at least hid it well. She and Hermes toasted and drank together, and then she drank some more and went to ‘sleep’ near where the Workers come out.

Way Down had harsh red light, Eddie was the Fates’ model worker as they showed off what Eurydice would look like some day. Eury ran to Hermes for help but he couldn’t do anything. She was horrified and then depressed in Flowers, from her performance I feel like Euryhades was a thing. I noticed the lighting in Flowers is very gloomy and dark, similar to Doubt Comes In but a lil lighter. The big hug and spin was adorable and so cathartic, when Hades showed up everyone looked annoyed/scared that he woke them. Persephone was defensive of Orpheus, the Fates stopped him from reaching for his guitar. Hades was so gleeful and mean telling him about the contract, Orpheus was in utter disbelief.

Hades watched the Papers fight with his arms crossed, then at the end motioned like that was enough. Atropos held the guitar for Nothing Changes, Orpheus is in disbelief and sorrow and then becomes strong. Persephone was in the center as the workers quit their work, Hermes was all for this rebellion. Orpheus was a mix of angry sad and defiant in his verses and hopeful as the workers began to stand. He led them through the door, Eurydice following in last and barely making it, as Persephone stood in shock.

Persephone was crying at the beginning of How Long, especially when it came to Orpheus’s love for Eurydice. She said ‘I know’ kinda snippy like she wasn’t surprised Eury meant nothing to Hades, then tons of emotion on ‘But she means everything to him!’ Hades walked away from her on ‘the logic of kings’ and it ended with them face to face super close up in an argument.

Hermes was all for the riot in Chant 2 and described it gleefully. Hades watched the workers, then grew agitated when they stopped. Eury and Orph were leading the revolt. Hades was growly on the music of machinery and all the lights blinded us. He was sing-songy at first for the ultimatum but snarled ‘the Great Beyond’ as a threat.

For Epic 3 Eury gave Orph a hug for luck. Hades said ‘Awww, it’s about me?’ like ‘aw, how cute.’ Orpheus started scared but got very breathy and sad on ‘a man in love with a woman.’ As the Workers began to sing, Hades made slicing motions with an arm and ‘told’ them to knock it off, but they kept going, he did this twice to no effect. 2 Workers held hands as they walked off the center table. Orpheus got breathy and sad at the end of Epic 3, the audience gasped when Hades made the flower. Hermes didn’t do the shoulder thing like some other Hermes do, he just took the mic.

After the dance Hades kneeled before Persephone and buried his head in her chest, then they stood and hugged for 3 minutes, her leaning into him. Audience was sniffling during Promises, Workers were all huggy and sweet. When Hades said ‘I dunno’ the audience laughed. The Workers were crushed and crumpled over, heads in hands like all was lost, Orphydice hugged and were super scared. Hades walked over to Orpheus like he wanted to smite him but Persephone stopped him so he went to think.

Matthew’s Hades His Kiss the Riot felt very villainous for a lot of it, he shouted lines like ‘freedom…Freedom!’ and snarled others, like ‘bravery can be contagious!’ His shadow on the wall grew the more agitated he got. For the terms and conditions he was more subdued, then going back into ham mode for the very end until the final ‘and doubt comes…’ he took a 10 second pause and his final ‘doubt comes in?’ was a broken question, unsure of himself. Hermes was sad and soft laying it out but eager to help Orpheus beat this curse. The Workers and Eurydice were very hopeful, and Hades approached Orpheus to shake his hand; Orpheus was hesitant to and did so reluctantly. Persephone left on the balcony stairs.

Doubt Comes In super dark teal lights with fog. Orpheus stumbled a bit before righting his way and lalalaled as reassurance, the Fates’ lanterns glowed and nothing else. I felt like Jordan’s Orpheus was slowly forgetting himself and who he was/why he was there on the walk out, he sounded more and more unsure of his own existence. A chain of Workers was behind them, then as the turn they were chorus members waiting for his exist. Audience gasped at the turn, and Eurydice’s final ‘Orpheus’ was long, drawn out, and quivery like a ghost.

Hermes was sad and serious, but not broken—ready to try again and get it right, with a soft ‘but we sing it anyway’ and suddenly the floodgates opened and he burst with emotion on ‘CAN YOU FEEEEL IT? LIKE A TRAAAAAIN!’ Persephone came down from the balcony, she and Hermes twirled, Hades appeared on ‘it’s a love song’ and also came down. We gave a standing ovation. Hades blew us a kiss, and Hadeseph clung to each other during Cups. The audience cried a lot. Hades and Jamal talked about something as they walked off after the end of the show.