#i hate how rare it is to have an actor be like ‘yeah i just really love movies and going to the movies it’s the best i love what i do’

[marisatomay]

i’m so sick of writers who proudly proclaim that they don’t read and directors and actors and other filmmakers who smugly say that they rarely watch movies or any artist who acts like an audience is stupid for connecting with their work like what the fuck is wrong with you that you hold such contempt such derision for the art that you have chosen to make the art that so many people dream of the opportunity to make the art that brings meaning and connection to people’s lives it’s unbelievably disrespectful to both your audience and the art-form and if you can’t muster basic respect for either your art-form or your audience then kindly fuck off and do something else

[atlasofthestaars]

Hello! Is it ok, if you do request's, can you do a Raiden x reader, the reader is a student at the Wu shi academy, she has powers, which are water control, she fight's and heal's with them and she is really kind. Also I love the 'New Era' story is so amazing, you are amazing! Keep up the good work!

NOTE: 

Yet again I am back at it again for requests. Slowly trying to get through them, sorry they take forever </3

Also I didn’t have too much of an idea for this??? So sorry if it’s a bit short haha I tried my best here but sorry if it's not the best!

A HELPING HAND [RAIDEN X READER]

To Raiden, lightning and water shouldn’t mix. And yet there was nothing more he wanted than to be by your side.

“Raiden. You’re staring. Again.” Kung Lao groaned, looking at his friend who was staring very, very obviously at you. A mixture of amusement and annoyance, mostly annoyance at this point, was on Kung Lao’s face. It wasn’t as if he was jealous or angry at his friend, far from it. He was really happy about the fact that his friend had finally found someone to like, or honestly at this point, love. 

He was just really, really fed up with how distracted his friend would get. Half of their conversations of late would be about you. Would you like this thing? Would you think he would be cool if he did this trick? And by the elder gods, don’t get Kung Lao started with how Raiden would act whenever you were in the same room. His eyes looked back and forth between his friend, who he swore had hearts in his eyes, and you.

You were sparring with another student, practicing using your water magic. Water would surround you in a protective shield before it lashed out to attack the other student. It would slash at the other student with striking speed before it would flow downwards and try to trip them up. The way the water was controlled was honestly pretty mesmerizing, but Raiden was more focused on you rather than the water.

“Really?” Raiden asked, snapping out of his daze. He blinked furiously as he shook his head, as if he were trying to shake off the grip you had on him. Obviously, it was not going well. His eyes shifted away from you in the most reluctant way ever as they landed on Kung Lao. His friend raised his eyebrow as he tilted his head. “Was I really?”

“Yeah. For like, the third time today.” Kung Lao pointed out, an exasperated look on his face. He looked up towards the sky to see the sun still blazing high in the sky. It wasn’t even noon yet. The razor hatted man crossed his arms as he squinted at his friend, trying to assess him. “Tell me, why don’t you just…tell her?” He inquired, as it was the most obvious solution in the world. Which it kind of was.

“I can’t just do that!” Raiden protested, looking over to his lifelong friend. An expression of shock was on his face, as if Kung Lao had just asked him to bury a body instead of asking out his crush. The look Kung Lao gave his friend was the very definition of exhaustion. This was one of the rare few times that Kung Lao was sending Raiden that look instead of the other way around.

“And why not?” He asked, his head tipping forward. His eyebrows raised as he bore his eyes into his hopeless friend. Raiden’s face flushed as he floundered to find a proper reason to give his friend. He looked up, to the right, then the left, and just anywhere but the accusing stare Kung Lao was giving him. He was almost tempted to look back at you, but then he realized that would only get him in more hot water. 

“Yeah, I gotta agree Thunder Lad, why don’t you?” Johnny cut into the conversation. The actor, with all the swagger of a man who has already been in plenty of relationships, strode up to the two. He tipped his glasses downwards to look at the Earthrealm champion eye to eye. A wide grin spread across his face. “It’s easy! Trust me.” He insisted with a wink.

“First off, you know I hate that nickname, Johnny.” Raiden pointed out, giving the actor a short lived glare. The American groaned, rolling his eyes as he pressed his glasses up. He grumbled something about how no one appreciates good names these days. Raiden and Kung Lao both ignored this sentiment, clearly disagreeing with it. “And I can’t do it. When I see her I just…” 

“Help but gawk until a fly flies into your mouth?” Kenshi added, strolling up to join the group. Raiden sighed at the utter betrayal. He thought out of all his friends, Kenshi would understand his plight. Especially since he also had Suchin. But then again, Raiden supposed, he actually had Suchin. “Raiden, I’m blind I can see that you are head over heels for her.” Kenshi pointed out, and Raiden felt his face heat up again.

“It’s not that obvious, is it?” Raiden inquired, tilting his head downwards to hide the color on his cheeks behind the brim of his hat. The collective silence from the group said more about the situation than they already did or could say. Miserably, the champion felt his cheeks heat up even more. He was Earthrealm’s champion, he had taken down plenty of seasoned warriors. And yet the biggest challenge for him was this crush.

“Twelve o’ clock.” Johnny called out followed with a short whistle, catching the attention of the group. Raiden lifted his head up, looking to try and see what the traitor of his friend had meant. Then, he froze. You were approaching. Raiden felt the breath get knocked out of his lungs as he saw your radiant smile. Are you sure you didn’t control the sun as well?

“Hey guys!” You greeted, walking right up to the quartet. Raiden was unable to keep himself from looking at the water drops that were left on your face as a result of your training. How prettily they framed your face and how they ran down your face until they…oh. The man had to pretend to cough to look down and conceal his face which had a blush on it.

A collective chorus of greetings was heard from the group. Both Kung Lao and Johnny glanced over to their friend who had stumbled on his greeting, a teasing look in their eyes. Kenshi would have that same look as well, but he was, well, blind. 

“Do you know where the towels are?” You inquired, eyes searching the group. You wiped the remnants of the water droplets away from your skin, flicking them away. “I wanted to bring my training partner some, since well, training with me can get someone soaked.” Raiden couldn’t help but admire how you were always thinking of someone. How could someone be so kind?

“We don’t.” Kung Lao quickly said, and your face fell a tiny bit. The champion of Earthrealm turned to give his friend a puzzled look. Certainly those three knew where the towels were, they’ve been here far too long to not know. But just as quickly, a wide grin appeared on the razor hatted man’s face as he gestured to Raiden. “Luckily for you, Raiden does!”

“Great!” You exclaimed. Raiden’s brain faltered for a moment, failing to realize the betrayal of his friend before it was far too late. With a push that was a little more aggressive than needed, Johnny pushed him towards you. As his brain finally caught up with the situation, he could only offer you an awkward smile. You didn’t seem to notice it, instead giving him another one of your lovely smiles in return. “Lead the way, Raiden!”

Raiden could listen to you saying his name all day.

“Of course.” He said, nodding. He led you away, he tried his best to ignore the stares his friends were boring into him. He got the message very well enough, this was his moment to make his move. Raiden was glad he was the one leading, so he could be in front and you did not have to see how flustered he was around you. The Earthrealm champion didn't have more mortification than he already had. 

The hallway you two entered was safe from the judgemental eyes of his friends. It was quiet, the near silent creak of the floorboards under both of your feet interrupting the silence. For a moment, Raiden turned back just to make sure you were still following. Then, in the very next moment, his breath got caught as he saw the sight of you highlighted by the light filtering in through the windows.

How could someone look so beautiful?

“Thanks for showing me the way! I still get lost here sometimes, and I didn’t want to keep my training partner waiting.” You chirped, your tone bright as usual. Raiden’s mind immediately raced with the possibilities of what to say in response to you. Would a simple you’re welcome suffice? Or should he open up conversation so he could finally confess to you like his friends were always bugging him to do? 

Raiden’s heart raced at the simple thought of confession. It wouldn’t be too far-fetched that you could have feelings back, it wasn’t like he was a complete stranger to him. Far from it, in fact. The two of you were friends, at the very least. It had started that way, but then as Raiden talked more and more with you, the more and more he was captivated.

You were like the living embodiment of sunshine. You always knew how to cheer him up when he was down. You knew the right words to encourage him and keep his spirits. You were so you and Raiden adored it. It was honestly a miracle that you hadn’t pointed out the way he’s been acting around you lately, but then again he supposed it’s because you’re far too nice to do so.

Raiden, having been too caught up in his thoughts, cleared his throat as he realized he was staring right back at your expectant gaze. 

“Of course, anything for you.” He told you before he realized that he may have been a little too honest. “I saw you training, you’ve made such impressive improvements.” Raiden complimented quickly, trying to distract you from the little bit of truth he had let out. He quickly felt proud of himself at the change as he saw your eyes light up.

“You saw me?” You inquired, a look of excitement appeared on your face. Raiden mentally took a picture of it and locked it away in his heart. What he wouldn’t do to see you smiling like that for just him. “I’m glad you did! Do you have any tips for me?” You continued, walking a bit faster to match Raiden’s strides now.

“Well…” Raiden began to tell you some tips, feeling much more relaxed. Your drive to improve was admirable and something he shared, not to mention how it felt more natural to talk to you now about fighting rather than to fight his own feelings. 

When the both of you ended up at the closet, Raiden felt a hint of sadness over it. You two were having a lovely conversation. You gave a delighted hum as you opened the door, swinging it wide open. Thankfully for him, he dodged the far too enthusiastic door opening, saving himself from what would surely be a bruise.  He grabbed the door, holding it open for you.

“Hey, can you help me carry these?” You called out from inside the closet, your voice just the tiniest bit muffled. Raiden peeked in, seeing the huge stack of towels you held in your arms. The stack was so high it covered your face. With a nod that was perhaps too eager to someone who couldn’t even see it, he walked right into the closet. Anything to help you. “Thanks!”

“No problem.” Raiden replied, his hands brushing yours as he grabbed the stack. He couldn’t tell whether he had accidentally used his amulet or touching you was simply that electric. He was hoping it was the latter, so he didn’t accidentally shock you. The Earthrealm champion leaned to the side to send you his best smile, the apples of his cheeks just the tiniest bit pink. 

THUD!

Jumping at the sudden noise, Raiden let out a grunt as he, somehow, collided his head with a shelf. His hat fell to the ground behind him. For a man who had been trained in martial arts for most of his life, he found himself oddly clumsy around you. That probably didn’t help charm you. The man then noticed how much darker the room had gotten. Whirling around, he noticed the fact that the closet door was now closed. 

“Are you okay?” You asked, peering over to Raiden with another stack of towels in your arms. Raiden craned his head back, hoping that the little bump with the shelf didn’t leave an embarrassing mark. He felt his face grow warmer at the idea of it. 

“Yes!” He answered a little too quickly, nodding. He could practically hear his trio of friends groaning over how he was fumbling a little too often. “I was just surprised by the noise.” He explained. Shifting the towel stack, he raised a hand up to rub at the sore spot on his forehead. Maybe he hit the shelf a little harder than he expected. 

“Do you need me to heal you?” You asked, peering at the man as he continued to rub at the part of his forehead where he had collided with the shelf. Raiden’s heart fluttered at the concern you held for him, but he shook his head quickly.

“I’m good.” He told you, wincing as he rubbed his forehead just a tad too hard. “I can just ice it when we get out.” The champion stepped forward to grab the handle of the closet. He turned it, only to find resistance. A sudden stab of worry hit him as he attempted to turn the handle only to no avail. Ah. He forgot this closet had a nasty habit of jamming. Quickly, he tried turning it more to try and see if he could get it unstuck.

“Everything good?” You asked, stepping close to Raiden to see what was happening. He swallowed nervously, feeling you press close against him. It only made sense that you came close since it was dark in here, but did you really have to stand that close? He could feel your warmth as you leaned against him just the tiniest bit to look over. His hand squeezed the knob tightly.

“Yes, well no.” Raiden said, fumbling once more over his words. He looked towards you offering you the most reassuring smile he could. “I forgot this closet gets stuck sometimes.” He explained, jiggling the knob once more to showcase his point. “So it seems we’re stuck here.” He told you with a small sigh. 

“Ah, I guess my partner will just have to figure out a way to dry himself then.” You lamented, sighing as you put down the stack of towels back where you retrieved it from. You took the stack of towels from Raiden as well, putting it back where it had come from. “Come here, let me look at where you hit your head.”

Raiden complied, there was no point in avoiding it. Your touch was gentle, featherlight. It was as if a ghost had brushed his forehead, and he questioned if you even really touched him. Then, he winced as you pressed against his forehead.

“Yeah, that will definitely bruise.” You muttered, squinting at the area your fingers touched. Raiden couldn’t help but stare at you. Your look of concentration was simply captivating. Your narrowed eyes, your pursed lips,..Raiden had to avert his eyes for a moment to compose himself. His cheeks were far too warm, and if you were paying attention you’d even see the tips of his ears grow the tiniest bit red. “Here.”

With a wave of your hand, water was summoned. It wrapped around your hand pulsing a soft aquamarine. You lifted your hand to press it against Raiden’s forehead. No matter how many times he has watched or experienced your healing, it never fails to impress. A wave of calm washed over him, and his eyes fluttered shut.

He wasn’t sure if the healing or just being around you made him feel better.

“There!” You said, withdrawing your hand. The water disappeared and you clapped your hands together with a large grin. “Do you feel better?” You asked, peering at him with wide eyes that made his heart skip a beat. He couldn’t help but return your enthusiastic grin as he nodded. “Good!” 

You peered at him for a moment afterwards, and Raiden couldn’t help but question whether he did something wrong or not. Then he watched as you knelt to grab his hat before placing it delicately upon his head. You fixed it, making sure it fit just right.

“There we go.” You murmured, a satisfied look on your face. “I like your hat. It suits you.” You told him, tilting your head to look at him once more. Raiden felt butterflies flutter around in his stomach at the compliment. He never thought too much of his favorite hat and how it suited him, but now there was nothing more he wanted to do than just wear it for you. “Now let’s see if I can get the door unlocked!” You said, stepping past him. 

You hummed with delight as the door swung open easily. You turned around and gestured to it. 

“Guess I have the magic touch!” You let out a small laugh as you propped the door open with your foot. “Hand me the towels, would you?” You asked, and Raiden happily complied, still on cloud nine after your compliment. “Thanks!” You said, your arms now filled with the fluffy towels. You shifted contemplatively, glancing at the man before you beckoned him over. 

“What do you need?” Raiden asked, stepping close as your gaze shifted from the towels to him again. You grinned at him before you leaned close and pressed a featherlight kiss to his cheek. He stood there in shock, pink beginning to bloom across his face. He barely registered the words you said before you dashed off, a warmth on your face too.

“Let’s go have a date at Madam Bo’s sometime!”

“I thought you said you were above using Sento for that kind of stuff.” Johnny huffed as he crossed his arms, looking towards the blindswords man. Kenshi simply shrugged as he sheathed his magical sword, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

“Yes, normally, but it was hard seeing him dance around his emotions like that. And I can’t even see.” Kenshi quipped as before he put his hand out. “Now pay up, she made the first move.” A groan arose from both Kung Lao and Johnny as they reluctantly handed over the money.

“This is basically robbery, we Shaolin live modestly!” Kung Lao complained.

“What are you guys doing here?” Raiden asked as he walked up to the group, the hints of pink still remaining on his cheeks. Immediately, he was bombarded with complaints of how he didn’t make the first move. “How do you guys know that?” He asked, his face filling with color once more. Unfortunately for the champion, his question was lost on deaf ears as the actor and his life long friend continued to berate him.

Not knowing what to do, Raiden looked around, only to spot you out of a window. It seemed that you saw him too, your grin growing wider as you waved at him. He waved back with a dazed look on his face, earning more complaints from the duo. You smiled as you blew him a kiss.

He was definitely looking forward to that dinner.

[swiftieblyth]

Director’s Daughter

warnings- fluff, kinda protective dad, toxic coworkers, online hate, panic attack

a/n- sorry it took so long! My writers block had been really bad lately:( hope you guys like it!

Tom was on set looking around when his eyes fell upon you. You, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. You looked so beautiful and majestic just looking around. He had never seen you before and wondered what you were doing on set. He thought you could be lost so he walked up to you.

“Hi,” he smiled, sticking out his hand to shake yours. “I’m Tom.”

“I’m Y/N.” You smiled, shaking his hand.

“I haven’t seen you here before, is there anything I can help you with?”

“No, I’m just looking around. But thank you. What do you do?”

“Oh, I’m an actor. I’m actually the lead.”

“Oh, that’s you! My dad speaks very highly of you!”

“Oh, he does?” Tom asked. “Who’s your dad?”

You went to answer but before you could you heard your dad.

“Y/N!” The director smiled, walking up to you and giving you a hug. “How are you? Did you get here alright?”

“Yes, Dad.” You smiled, pulling away from the hug. “I miss you! How are you doing?”

“I’m doing very well, honey. How’s work, going?”

You cringed at his comment, not wanting to tell your dad that you got fired and pretty soon you will be out of money.

Tom seemed to notice your reaction and quickly improvised to quickly change the subject, making a note to possibly ask you later. “Oh, I didn’t realize you were Y/N, as in his daughter, Y/N.”

You smiled at him, grateful for the changing of subjects.

“Tom, I see you’ve met my pride and joy!” Your dad smiled. “Say, why don’t we all go out to lunch?”

💜💜💜

“So, Y/N,” your dad started. “What have you been up to?”

“Oh, not much.” You let out. “But it seems like you’ve been busy.”

“Yes, well we’re about to rap up! He smiled. You loved watching your dad talk about what he loves doing.

“That’s amazing, Dad!” You smiled, taking a sip of your wine.

Your dad was about to say something when his phone went off. He looked at it and saw who it was. “Oh, sorry, I have to take this.”

“Of course.” You smiled. Your dad smiled, kissed your head then walked off answering the phone.

“Can I ask you something?” Tom asked.

“Depends on what it is. I might have had to much to drink.”

“You haven’t even finished your first glass.”

��I very rarely drink so it might just be enough to make me talk.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. But may I proceed?”

“Be my guest.”

“Why did you act weird when your dad asked you about work?”

“Oh gosh,” you nervously chuckled looking down, running your hand up your face. “Um, truth is I got fired.”

“What? Your dad told me you had this amazing job in New York, and you were the best person there.”

“Yeah, I was.” You let out. “But then some people started spilling lies about me and I got fired.”

“Thats terrible. But why don’t you want your dad to know?”

“Because then he’ll try to get involved and that’s the last thing everyone needs.”

“How so?”

“Because it will make things worse at my job, and then the press will get a hold of it and destroy him and end his career, so then both of us will ultimately be out of a job if he got involved,” you explained, glancing over at your dad.

“So what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know. All my clothes are in trash bags in my hotel and I’m leasing my apartment out to people hoping to get enough money. I’m here until filming ends but after that I don’t know.”

“What if I helped you out?” Tom asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I mean, I won’t like make it a big deal or anything, but I live in Brooklyn so when you go back to New York, you can actually just come stay at my apartment. I have an extra bedroom that you can us!”

“Are you sure? We don’t really even know each other. We just met today.”

“True, but I’m sure by the time we’re done filming in two weeks we’ll know each other better.”

💜💜💜

He was right. The two weeks had come to an end and you and Tom were practically best friends! You didn’t want to admit it because you would be living with him but you secretly had a massive crush on him.

“What you thinking about gorgeous?” You heard Tom ask knocking you out of your thoughts.

Gosh, why did he have to call you that? Gorgeous! It just makes you want him more.

“Just life,” you replied, trying to keep your voice even.

“What about it?” His piercing blue eyes were looking at you so intently you felt like you could drown in them.

“Just my whole situation.”

“He,” he let out, cupping your cheek. You were trying so hard not blush at the contact. “You don’t have to worry about it anymore. You’re going to come stay with me until you get in a better spot.”

“But what if it takes too long?”

“It won’t. It doesn’t matter how long it takes you are always going to be welcome at my apartment for as long as you need, even if that’s forever.”

“Thank you.”

💜💜💜

A few weeks later (you chose how many)

You were sitting on the couch when you heard the door unlock. You looked up, smile on your face as Tom walked in.

You saw the upset and concerned look on his face as he walked in, talking to someone on the phone, making your smile fade.

“Yeah… Im home now, I’ll talk to her. Thanks, Rach.” Tom hung up and let out a sigh.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, fear all over your face.

“Have you been on Instagram at all today?” Tom asked, sitting down next to you.

“No, why?”

“You’re going to half to talk to your dad about all this.”

“What do you mean? What happened?” You asked, as Tom handed you his phone.

“Look.” He let out as he showed you all the hate posts about you.

Y/N L/N daughter of y/d/n seen walking home with actor Tom Blyth

She just got fired from her job and now she’s with Tom Blyth?

She’s such a slut!

Tom can do better

She got fired from her job for lying about herself

“Oh my gosh,” you breathed, tears streaming down your face as you struggled to breathe.

Tom took back his phone and saw that a mental breakdown was starting, and quickly pulled you to his chest.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay. We’re gonna fix this.” Tom’s phone started to ring and he saw it was your dad calling him. “Shoot,” he breathed answering the phone. “Hello?”

“What in the world is going one?!” Your dad yelled.

“Mr. L/N, I’m so sorry, we should have told you-“

“How long has this been going on?”

“Sir, now’s really not a good time.” He explained glancing at you. “I promise we’ll explain everything but now’s not a good time.” He looked and saw you weren’t breathing as you shook. He put his free hand on your face and rubbed his thumb against your cheek. “Hey, darling, breathe, breathe. You gotta breathe, love.”

You looked at him as best you could, tears blurring your vision. You saw that he was taking deep breathes and you copied his actions. “That’s it,” he smiled. “Good! You’re doing great, love, that’s it. Just keep going. I’m sorry, Mr. L/N, but I’m going to have to call you back later.” Tom hung up the phone and you looked at him.

“T-Tom?”

“What is it?” He asked, heart breaking at the sound of your voice like this. “What can I do to help?”

“Hold me?”

“Of course,” he cooed, pulling you to his chest. “I’m right here. We’ll figure this out, together.”

“I can move out.” You struggled.

“What?” He asked pulling away. “No! Especially not right now, you couldn’t do that to yourself.”

“But I don’t want to make things bad for you.”

“Hey,” he breathed, tucking some hair behind your ear. “I don’t care. I’m going to be with you every step of this, okay? We’re going to fix this.”

“I love you,” you breathed, hugging him again, not even thinking about it.

“I love you to darling,” he smiled, kissing your head as he held you tight.

[simpinberry]

Hii xx

could you do bella ramsey hcs where reader is jealous of bella because shes with other girls but then they end up together in the end 🫶

heyyyy, i’m backk. i tried to make this as healthy as possible while also adding a bit of spice to it. i hope i interpreted this correctly <3 should i also write jealous!bella hcs? hehe lmkk

established relationship, jealous!reader, kisses and cuddling

bella is fine as hell (we all agree, can i get an amen) so naturally lots of people want them. bella is very much in the public eye and has got promotional duties as an actor. she has to go to lots of events like fashion shows, premiers, award shows and interviews. they’re gonna meet lots of ppl and you’re usually extremely proud and happy for them! u pride yourself on not being the jealous type.

usually bella doesn’t text when she’s working/at events, mostly because she gets too overwhelmed and would rather be focused and present where they are. so you decided to go on twitter and check up on how it was going. unfortunately smth about a video of bella with a bunch of girls at a fashion show didn’t sit right with you. they were surrounding her and getting too close. bella didn’t do anything wrong and was being super polite as usual but the girls were all extremely pretty. they were all so elegant and looked so incredibly cool. it was both dumb and understandable at the same time. you trusted bella for gods sake. you shrugged the thought away and tried to go on about your day.

you ended up calling your best friend to rant about the whole situation because you couldn’t get it out of your head, “listen it’s not like i wanna go to these events and it’s fine that she talks to other girls i just ugh, i’m so jealous and i hate it”. your best friend told you exactly what you expected her to, “bitch just talk to them istg, you’re overthinking it too much”. ofc you spent another 30 mins ranting about it but you knew you were gonna do the healthy thing at the end of the day.

“honeeeyy i’m homeee” you hear bellas mocking american accent before you even see her. she finds you curled up on the couch binge watching willow. with a quick kiss to your forehead she heads upstairs to take a shower after such a long day. god, u have to talk to them about this.

by the time bella gets out of the shower you’re already settled into bed, comfy as hell tbh. crawling her way into bed, they lay next to you, facing you. “babe, you awake?” “MHMMM” you had to make your move now. “how was the fashion show today?” bella being the cutie she is, tells you everything. talks about her favorite looks, a fit she took a picture of because they thought it would look good on you and how she ran into her past costars. as much as you love hearing about her day you’re overthinking and trying to find the perfect moment to talk to her abt ur jealously and all the girls and how pretty they are and how you’re scared and worried and god so so jealous and how you feel- “can i confess smth?” bellas face drops and she’s full of concern. “DID U EAT MY LAST MUFFIN CUZ ISTG” oh, that’s what they’re worried about. “no, not this time….. i’m, i mean i was, kinda super jealous today. cuz like you were with all these pretty girls at the show and they were surrounding you and god- ik how fine you are and how lucky i am but i just felt,,,, like rlly jealous”

iwl bella was a bit shocked by your sudden outburst. you’re rarely ever jealous so this was a first, maybe a second. “mhmm i understand, i didn’t think you were the jealous type but i get it” she takes your face into her hands, you snuggle into her touch. “i know it’s hard dating someone in the public eye, i’ve actually embarrassingly asked pedro for advice on this before. thank you for telling me though, my love. a little bit of jealousy is normal. in myyyy expert opinion it means you need some reassurance and lottts, lottts and lottssss of kisses”

this idiot. they always know how to turn smth like this into a good thing. “yeah sure i mean those girls were nice and everything but at the end of the day i only want you and i’m just as lucky to have you darling” they bring you into a sudden kiss. melting into the kiss, you tangle your legs together to be as close as possible. It was a tense, reassuring and urgent. she poured a lot into that kiss and you gladly accepted it all.

i’d like to think she’d make an extra little effort in the future to make you feel more secure. whether that’s with physical affection, words, time or gifts. bella is yours and they wanna make sure you always remember that.

[silverskye13]

What is the Tournament story so far? We hear about it in the newest chapter but it gets glossed over and I really like that sort of aspect

Do they different paths it'll go on depending on who wins???

Tell me about it I love this!

The tournament story!

No idea if it'll get talked about in depth in the plot so, yeah sure, possible (very probable) spoilers under the cut [and a very, very long rant about Colosseum lore because I have brain worms.]

First of all, format: The tournaments are basically scripted plays which hinge on set-up fights as payoff for story beats. All tournaments follow the same basic format.

Introduction: Here is the lineup of characters fighting in the arena for this tournament! There are too many gladiators to ever showcase them all at once, and there are smaller more informal productions sprinkled in between the big spectacle performances. Helsknight competes in every big spectacle performance, and will make an honorary appearance in the smaller more contained shows. (The smaller shows tend to feature smaller names and less skilled combatants, so he doesn't compete in them very often for obvious "we all know who's going to win here" reasons. The only reason he competes in those is as a favor, in which case he might show up as a final act Deus Ex Machina to save a scripted winner. This doesn't happen very often -- crowds don't like predetermined winners unless there's a really good story to go with it.)

Major plot: Something happens at the end of the intro causing the "main" characters to pick fights with each other that dictate the rest of the matches. This is when anyone allied to a certain side will also pick that side. This will always result in a deadly match, often times several, where everyone on the individual sides faces each other. Sometimes (rarely) this results in a melee, where a full scale battle is enacted on the field as the climax of the plot. There are a lot of scripted/acted monologues, and the Colosseum is often arranged into a staged arena to fit the theme of whatever the main plot is.

Minor plot: A smaller, lower stakes background plot to add levity to the main plot and break up the story beats. This is where beast masters will compete to show how well trained their beasts are, jousts will happen, feats and contests of martial strength or skill will happen. It's the palette cleanser. It will break up the tournament fighting that makes up the major plot beats. (This is also when sneakier characters might enact plans, try to get combatants to switch sides if that's relevant, or meta characters might explain denser plot beats for the audience.)

Intermission: Go get your snacks!

Minor plot climax: the winners of the smaller feats are announced, and if there was a point tie in any of the competitive categories, they will figure out who wins here, often by doing a last demonstration of skill and letting the crowd decide who has the most pinache.

Major plot climax: The big final fight(s) where the plot line is decided. Whatever the decision is for this fight is often the foundation for the next one. Particularly gnarly finishers will result in grudges that can be exploited later for plot. Sometimes the showrunners will break this by releasing a large monster into the arena halfway through the fight, forcing a "oh now we who hate each other must work together" story beat. This is normally foreshadowed and scripted ahead of time (wouldn't do for the combatants to kill each other before the wither spawns in), but every once and awhile, to keep things spicy, it will be a surprise for the fighters too, just to get more genuine shock from their "actors". Helsknight hates this, and showrunners have been known to face his fury if the fight was particularly harrowing (they're in the habit of keeping gift baskets and competition prizes on hand to smooth things over now, though Helsknight still insists it's the principle of the thing.)

Helsknight has been the reigning Champion for ages, so most of his plotlines have to do with challenges to his title. He's been a heel (bad guy) character for awhile, mostly because EB was the Colosseum's darling, representing the idea of rigorous fairness with a lot of plot points that emphasized integrity and goodness. When Helsknight was up and coming, it was natural for him to take an antagonistic role to that, ousting a paragon from his throne. Now he comfortably fills the spot of Tyrant Lord, clutching his crown with godlike strength, and total disdain for those beneath him -- though he hands out rewards and favors to those who do him good, which leads to plot points where he comes in as a Deus Ex Machina for someone else's losing fight. This doubles nicely with his habit to take very real offense when his honor is threatened, and occasionally breaking script because he's pissed off about something. (The showrunners have learned if they want a long, interesting final fight, they can't write lines about Helsknight being a coward.)

Helsknight vs The Red King

As his title implies, The Red King is a leader whose main character traits involve amassing followers through might and loyalty. His Loyal Hand is the crafty underling who goes about during tournament matches "converting" likely followers to the King's cause. There have been a handful of matches where Red, either because he thinks he can rule the Colosseum better, or because it's his divine right as a king, tries to lead a revolt against Helsknight, often leading to a 1v1 between the two of them that has always ended in Red's loss.

The most recent tournament plotline, Red was given dreams of great misfortune befalling hels, the coming of a monster that would destroy the city and everything everyone holds dear! Oh no! He spends the tournament getting the greatest heroes of the Colosseum to join his cause (with help from his clever Right Hand) in stopping this calamity from falling. He approaches Helsknight once, asking for his help, but the dignified Tyrant, holding a grudge against all the attempts of the usurper, tells him to sink or swim on his own. So Red goes to face his calamity, and a wither is let onto the battlefield, with a small army of wither skeleton minions. They fight, and when the fight hits a suitable high point, Helsknight comes striding in, begrudgingly helping because the world won't end on his watch. A tyrant can't rule rubble. When the fight is over, Red and Helsknight end as shaky allies, with Red swearing fealty to the knight so long as he continues protecting hels, the home they both share.

Helsknight vs Bratwurst

That was until MythicalSausage's hels (the guy Helsknight kicked around like a hackey sack in chapter 9) came onto the scene. He's been dominating the small show fight scene, a pretty decent midrange fighter with cool demon powers that act as a convenient third-act power up during his fights and a pretty charismatic disposition as a heel character. He got good enough to start doing trial runs in the spectacle fights as a minor character. In his second appearance, when he was supposed to challenge Helsknight and establish himself more firmly in the story canon as an ambitious antagonist, he broke script and insulted Helsknight's honor. Helsknight, predictably, broke script in retaliation and kicked his ass, instead of doing what he was supposed to do -- let the new kid get some good hits in to make the crowd happy before humbling him to set up a new story beat for the next match. The showrunners, understandably upset by the debacle, kicked Bratwurst back onto the small circuit, and set about tweaking their upcoming brackets in a way that would redeem some of Helsknight's public image.

The Current Tournament Story:

So, Helsknight, who has firmly re-established himself in the public eye as the tyrant heel, is perfectly set up to be the villain in the next arc. With some string-pulling from the Demon, the story they've crafted for the current tournament arc is that Red, upon hearing of the cruel defeat of one of the new gladiators at the hands of their "I'm trying not to be a tyrant anymore" Champion, challenges Helsknight on the grounds that their bargain was for the protection of hels, and Helsknight has gone out of his way to show that he only cares about his pride. He only fights in battles he knows he'll win (Mythical Sausage's hels) and or for his glory (swooping in to save the day at the last minute in the wither fight). To prove his claims true Red is initiating a trial by combat -- if Red wins, not only is Helsknight no longer Champion, but he is proved guilty of the sin of pride, only ever showing his face in the Colosseum to inflate his own ego. Helsknight accepts the challenge, so sure not only of his own skill, but that he's held his end of their pact, that he will not only face Red, but also his beloved Hand in battle. All who wish to fight in the name of the Champion's glory may do so, and all who wish to dispute his honor may join Red. Thus the sides are cast, and the tournament begins. Any gladiator fighting on Helsknight's behalf will be given a red cloak and plume (if wearing a helmet). Any gladiator fighting on Red's behalf will wear the Dogwarts red-and-white, with a white plume if helmeted. In between the matches, depending on who wins or loses, Helsknight and Red get to do banter, while Martyn connives on the sidelines, giving his teams a hand with weapons and armor. No matter who wins or loses, the final fight is between Helsknight, the Red King, and his Loyal Right Hand.

[cowgurrrl]

I’m sorry. I am simply obsessed with rockstar!joel with crackhead twins. There is something about this hot dude in his 50s with a bad back having to raise two wild gremlins who like to gnaw on the table leg!? You know what I mean. Could I please request a cute fic where Joel is just super exhausted and feels like he is maybe not up tot he task, I don’t know maybe the girls are like in their chaos 2 year old stage. After a long day of them not being interested in him at all and him just feeling super insecure he resorts to strumming my girl on his guitar and they are just mesmerized by their dad?! Idk like the music is the moment the turn into sweet little mushy angels again? Sorry that was super long, anyway love yah.

Thank you for the request 🥺🥺 ily2 and I love that a general consensus has been reached that the twins are batshit crazy as toddlers and Sam is just a Perfect Baby Angel

My Girls

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x fem!reader

Summary: Joel braves the first of many Sophia and Violet days [1.6k]

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy and the foster care system, Joel being a DILF, that’s it

It's debated on what's harder: going from no kids to one kid or one kid to two kids. You honestly don't have a lot of skin in the game when it comes to the question because Sarah and Ellie were teenagers when you met Joel. Even then, Sarah was fourteen when Ellie came into their lives and sixteen by the time the adoption paperwork was approved. You thought going from two to three with the birth of Sam would be hard, and it was, but Sam was an amazing baby. He always wanted to cuddle, followed the rules almost to a fault, and rarely threw tantrums. He's the kid that made you think, "Oh, yeah. We could totally do this again." Sophia and Violet, however, have given you a run for your money from the moment you found out you were having twins, and two years later, they haven't stopped. 

True to form, once the girls turn two, you go back to work. Joel is accommodating because, of course, he is. He realizes you put your career on pause for almost two and a half years (if you count the mandated bed rest your doctor put you on at 32 weeks) and is more than happy to let you go and do your thing. He'd been a single dad with no help to a kid before. What's thirty years and a couple extra littles running around? As it turns out, a lot.

The day you return to set, this time as a director instead of an actor, the girls spend the first hour without you crying. Sam, being six and used to his parents' routine, is seemingly unfazed and continues watching Bluey and munching on his breakfast. Sophia and Violet bang on the door, scream and refuse to let Joel even talk to them, let alone pick them up to comfort them. They fight him the entire way to the car to get Sammy to school on time and then cry even harder because "Bammy's going to school." Joel can normally soothe his girls without any issue, but they didn't sleep well the night before and have been wound up all morning. 

When he got home with them, they demanded a snack, but they had to be different because twins. Then, Sophia collapsed in a heap on the floor because Joel peeled her banana for her instead of letting her do it (rookie mistake). The toddler dramatics sent Daisy into action to remedy the situation, which made Violet scream in protest because she suddenly decided she hates when Daisy licks her or anybody for that matter. Poor Daisy didn't know what to do besides scamper off to her bed and watch Joel struggle with big, sad eyes. Then came the drama of what game to play: Princess Tea Party or Princess Dinosaurs, which caused another explosion of unregulated emotions. By the time noon rolls around, he's staring at his phone as he tries to decide whether or not to call you. 

If there's one thing Joel Miller hates more than admitting defeat, it's seeing his kids upset. Everything he tries to do only upsets the girls more and makes him question his parenting skills. How the fuck did you do this for two years? Sure, the kids had their days, but the only time you ever sent him an SOS at work was when Violet had an asthma attack and ended up in the emergency room. Even then, you got all three kids in the car and to the hospital without help. You're a fucking force when it comes to taking care of the kids, and right now, he feels like the worst dad on the planet. After a quick cry in the pantry, while the girls watched Encanto for the umpteenth time and ate lunch, he takes a deep breath and decides he can handle a few more hours. 

With a little more fuss and frustration, he gets Daisy on a leash and the girls in a stroller and walks them down to the neighborhood playground. The change of scenery and the sunshine put the girls in a much better mood. For a blissful hour, the girls run around and play and giggle without a care in the world. Joel does everything from pushing them on the swings to going down the slide with them to letting them play with Daisy off-leash. They have fun until the dreaded hour of nap time creeps up on them. 

Thankfully, the girls (Daisy included) are tired from their adventures on the playground and start the journey home reluctantly. It's getting them to actually go to sleep that's the issue. Every time he tries to leave their room, one of them calls out the saddest "Daddy" he's ever heard in his entire life, and he turns right back around. And it would be fine if his presence wasn't enough to keep the girls awake. He knows that if the girls don't nap, it will only make the day longer and worse for everyone. He sits on the floor between their two beds and tucks a curl behind Violet's ear.

"C'mon Vi Pie, you guys gotta close your eyes and nap," he says quietly. "What can I do to get you to sleep?"

"Call Mommy?" Violet suggests, and he tsks. 

"Honey, you know Mommy's working, but she loves you, and she's gonna be home real soon, okay?" As he speaks, he can see the tears welling in Violet's big brown eyes and turns to see the same tears in Sophia's identical ones. "No. No, please don't cry. Please. You're gonna break my heart." He begs. "What can I do to get you to stop cryin', huh? Y'know, when you two were babies, I used to just hold the both of you and sway and sing to ya and…" he trails off as his eyes land on Ellie's old guitar resting against the wall of the girls' room. She gave it to them when she got her new one and told them they could use it to practice. They don't really do much more than pull at the strings and turn the tuning knobs, but they'll learn. 

He pulls himself up, his knees cracking as he does, and walks over to where the guitar sits. After some tuning and quiet adjustments, he sits on the edge of Sophia's bed and smiles at the two little girls staring at him with sleepy eyes. "Now, I haven't played this one in a while, so you be nice to your old man, but I used to play this for Sarah all the time when she was y'all's age." He says as his fingers find the chords. The girls are enraptured as Joel plays a quiet rendition of My Girl by The Temptations. He changes the lyrics to "My girls/talkin' bout my girls," and they smile as his southern drawl fills the room with warmth and serenity. 

He notices their eyes getting heavier and their blinks getting a little longer each time, so he continues. "I don't need no money/ fortune or fame/ I got all the riches baby/ one man can claim/ well I guess you'd say/'What can make me feel this way?'/ my girls." He sings softly, his own eyes getting heavy with emotion as he thinks a little too hard about the lyrics. It doesn't help that the girls look just like you when they fall asleep. Joel has to cut himself off with a guitar riff to keep his voice from cracking and disrupting the girls. 

He plays another song or two just to make sure they're fully asleep before he carefully puts the guitar down and tucks his girls in. "Love you, Soph a Loaf," he whispers as he kisses Sophia's head. He repeats his actions at the other bed with a gentle, "Love you, Vi Pie," before tiptoeing out of the room. On the other side of the scribbled-on door sits Daisy with a smile on her face as she looks up at Joel. He smiles back and pets her head. 

"My girls." He sings to her, too, making her lean into his touch lovingly and stick close to him even when he goes back downstairs to let the girls rest. 

"Did you write a new song?" You ask that weekend when all the kids are down for the night, and Joel gives you a confused look.

"Not that I know of. Why?" He asks, and you shrug. 

"The girls asked if they could listen to 'Daddy's new song.'” You say. He chuckles and shakes his head. 

"D'you remember the song I used to sing when you were pregnant with the girls?" 

"Of course I do. It was the only way they'd settle down…" You extend your vowels as the connection sparks in your brain. 

"It was the only way I could get 'em to nap earlier this week. Played it on Ellie's guitar and everythin'." He says simply, and you take a deep breath as you stare at him. He's wearing a shirt Ellie helped design to raise money for kids in foster care, but it's stained with nail polish from when the girls decided he needed a manicure before he could play baseball with Sam in the backyard. He took it all in stride and didn't flinch at any of the insane requests your kids threw at him. You sigh and peel your eyes away from him. 

"It's really not fair how good of a dad you are," you sigh. "It's annoyingly hot." He smiles and kisses your cheek smugly. 

"Sorry." 

TAGLIST: @abbyhaslongshorts @kiwiharrykiwi @sumsworldz @myloveistoolittle @anavatazes @marantha

[mazzystar24]

OMG i still feel like I'm in a fever dream. I keep refreshing tumblr just to make sure that it HAPPENED.

We've been waiting for this for so long, i can't believe that they made Buck Bi!! Also here is the thing i want Buddie to happen and I am a hundred percent sure that it's happening (i don't know why people are thinking that it's not like???) the way i could see this going down is buck and tommy exploring their relationship and Buck beginning to question more and more things such as his relationship with Eddie. I WANT and him and Tommy to be in a relationship for a while (because they're actually pretty cute) and eddie pining. tommy will be the catalyst for Buddie.

Also: Oliver stark literally said, Buck has a crush, gets the person (exactly what happened with tommy) and that he has to work for his relationship to work and ryan saying "closer than ever??"

I also hate the fact that so people are mad and hating on the actors , that it wasn't with Eddie. Like of course a Buddie conformation would've been great, but we all knew that that wasn't gonna happen in this episode? We got FUCKING BI BUCK !!! Let's just celebrate this and just watch this beautiful story unfold. I really love reading your prediction and your positivity, please continue with that !!!

What do you think is going to happen in the next episodes? Sorry for the long ask!!

Sameee like I keep trying to be normal then I REMEMBER I’m like wow I didnt hallucinate that??

Exactly like they flat out called Tommy a plot device, confirmed he’s here for a little bit and that it’s a fling, so enjoy it as much as you want to while it’s here but don’t lose hope for buddie people? like legit this is the biggest confirmation buddie is on the horizon

YES THE INTERVIEWS HAVE BEEN REALLY FEEDING INTO MY DELUSION

Like let’s not forget Ryan saying they’re trying to give the people what they want🫡and that they are closer than ever - like legit he has no reason to say this in the same season buck realises he’s bi unless something BIG is gonna happen for buddie (maybe not full canon but vibes???)

Anyone hating on the actors can legit fight me.

Oliver and Ryan have been such troopers for the fandom and Oliver now with this storyline you can tell how much he genuinely loves buck and like understands him as a character but also how to give this storyline what it deserves. Like Oliver has been endlessly respectful to the fandom too like he’s been making sure that he doesn’t get peoples hopes up while also trying to play buck in a way that is true to the character. Like did you guys see his message to the fans? Or his interview talking about how he was gonna actively play buck as bi this season as much as he can even before he got told abt the kiss. Like that man hasnt just been supportive of the fandom he’s been an advocate for us and for buck which is such a wonderful thing.

Also yeah it wasn’t Eddie but do people realise that it’s VERY hard to write an up to now presumed straight character’s self discovery in their 30s LET ALONE TWO?? Like Tim found the easiest way to set the scene for the new audience and the GA who won’t have picked up on early seasons undertone and the little things planted throughout and while I would’ve loved buddie without the middleman I completely understand why they did it this way and I’ll enjoy seeing it unfold

And YES EXACTLY BI BUCK like that alone is a MASSIVE win like we are getting such rare bi rep of not only a guy in a very “macho” job and a womaniser type character BUT ALSO a person figuring stuff out in their 30s not in a repressed full of sex shame and guilt way but in a they genuinely just never explored that side of them!! Like that’s so huge we can talk for hours about how many queer rep stories are just plain depressing but this one is so authentic while also being quite light and sweet

Also aww thanks I genuinely love these asks sm (me? In love with everyone who sends me an ask? More likely than you think🤭🤭🤭)

Also omg I’m sorry this is so long like I spent most of this talking about everything except your question😭😭

Okay so predictions:

So we know that Buck is gonna tell some people and some will be surprised some not so much and some will be like it’s about damn time, my bets are:

chimney- surprised but maybe not through insider info (Maddie)

Maddie- KNOWS HAS KNOWN but the only shocker for her is that it wasn’t Eddie like I can imagine the confused and so tired face rn, I think she probs has either thought he knew or knew he didn’t and just was giving him the time and dropping as many hints as she can in the meanwhile

Bobby- supportive father icon, KNOWS (and while he also I fully believe is the buddie captain as well he will play it a little closer to vest if you get what I mean- but inside he’s going insane and his eye is twitching because he poached Eddie for his dumb bi son only for them to ACT married for six seasons and go to him for dating advice abt other people constantly and now that his son is a man kisser it’s not the man Bobby was hoping for😔 pray for him y’all)

Hen- she’s the it’s about damn time response

Athena- also might be the it’s about damn time response

Ravi- in a permanent state of confusion- not about this he’s just confused always (also still fully convinced the poor guy thought buddie had been married cos that headcanon is endlessly amusing to me)

Now for actual plot I think that like the date is low-key a train wreck after the Eddie and Marisol interruption and that either we get a chenford-like double date or we just have a brief intereuption from Eddie and that’s a minor thing and like it’s buck admitting it’s his first date with a guy who hates throws a lot of questions in the air because Tommys reaction was a bit 👀 like I think it’s more or less confirmed that Tommy was repressed for a while when working with captain dickhead so maybe he’s like gonna be taking a step back cos he thinks buck needs more time to like explore this part of himself (but I hate that trope so hoping not) or maybe we get the buddie shipper daydream and Tommy is like more aware of buddie than buddie are and he either says that to buck as the reasoning but buck doesn’t tell Eddie that OR he says something cryptic about it to buck and buck doesn’t fully understand and he’s like you will eventually👀👀👀 (I need a lobotomy yes the delusions are a part of me now)

I hope that Marisol gets the fuck out right about now but I say that every episode 🫡 (edy’s face and voice make me wanna scream I hate her homophobic, transphobic ass sm)

Anyways I’m gonna shut up now bye love ya thank ya and sorry 🫡🫡

[psychedelic-ink]

𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑳𝑬𝑺 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑩𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑬𝑫 𝑶𝑼𝑻

pairing: dieter bravo x stunt coordinator f!reader x frankie morales

genre: romance, smut, minors dni

word count: 4.6k (this kinda got out of hand whoops)

summary: dieter needs helicopter lessons for an upcoming role and santiago finds you the perfect man for the job.

warnings: established relationship between dieter and reader, threesome, a very messy blowjob, edging, teasing, mlm dynamics, vaginal/anal fingering, piv, creampie, single dad!frankie, competency kink

a/n: A birthday gift to the most amazing @jazzelsaur 💖 I love and appreciate you so so much. I'm glad tumblr brought us together, thank you so much for always being such a light and so supportive 💜💜💜

You and Dieter make your way through set, the sun shining down on your skin as you navigate the crowded fake streets. The set is alive with activity, the air thick with the sounds of chatter and whirring machinery.

As you walk, you take in the sights around you, the hustle and bustle of the extras and crew members going about their work. A group of extras huddled together, deep in conversation, their faces etched with concentration while discussing their lines. 

Meanwhile, a camera crew scurries past, their equipment whirring and beeping as they move. The director is shouting instructions and the actors are preparing for the next take. Props litter the streets, adding to the illusion of a bustling city. The attention to detail is impressive, and it's clear that the production team has put a lot of effort into creating a believable and authentic world.

Everyone is working together to bring the story to life, and you thrive on the chaos, feeling at peace and at home. What seems like a disorganized mess is actually in order, everything is as it should be.

You’re startled from your thoughts when Dieter’s hand finds yours, slowing you down so your steps would fall into synch. Warmth spreads from your tailbone. You still aren’t used to the PDA even though it’s been a year since you two had started to date. It wasn’t easy at the time, you being the stunt coordinator and Dieter being an actor, it was difficult but in the end, there was little you could do when you kept on pining him to the ground while trying to teach him how to do it. 

He squeezes your hand tight, lips brushing your ear. “So who were we meeting again?” 

“The helicopter instructor, I think his name is…Frankie something? I talked to him once on the phone but he has great references,” 

“And what references might those be?” 

The two of you stop when the prop department carrying a huge mirror walks past you. You take this opportunity to squeeze Dieter’s hand and pull his gaze back to you, it’s rare to see him so openly nervous— usually, he just bottles it all up, which makes you happy that he trusts you enough to show this side of himself. 

“Santiago,” you grin when Dieter rolls his eyes. “Come on, I know you like him. Everyone likes Santi,” 

“I didn’t say I hated him,” he tugs you along, the mirror finally gone. “It’s just sometimes the people he finds for you can be a bit…intense?” 

“Look I’m sure it’ll be fine,” you say dismissing him with a wave of a hand. “Besides, you’re just supposed to learn how to fly it a little bit. Just so you look like you know what you’re doing in front of the control pad.” 

“Yeah I guess,” he suddenly perks up, smiling from ear to ear. “And helicopters are the shit. It’ll be fun to learn how to fly one,” 

“Well…you wouldn’t really be learning how to fly it more like keeping it in the air and learning what all the buttons do kinda stuff.” 

“I love you but why do you always have to take away my fun?” 

You ignore the heat creeping up your cheeks from the spontaneous declaration of love. He does that a lot. Just blurting stuff when you least expected it. The helicopter slowly comes into view, stationed a bit further from the main set. You see a man with a ballcap rounding the helicopter and going inside. 

“If I didn’t, you would probably be dead.” 

“Fair point.” 

Dieter's hand tightens in yours, both of you looking up at the helicopter. It’s rather large, larger than you initially expected. There must’ve been some extra money laying around if the production managed to score such a fancy-looking vehicle.

"It's even more impressive in person," Dieter says, his eyes wide.

"I know, right?" you respond, feeling a flutter in your stomach at the thought of flying in it. "Are you ready to become a helicopter pilot?"

Dieter grins, "I'm ready to pretend to be a helicopter pilot, at least."

Peering inside, you find yourself looking into a surprisingly spacious cabin. The seats are made of smooth, black leather, and the walls are lined with various buttons and controls. You can see a large display screen at the front of the cockpit, displaying flight information and navigation data. The dim lighting gives the space a sense of intimacy and allows you to see the details of the instruments and controls.

Then your eyes move towards the man sitting at the controls, his feet kicked up on the dashboard. He jumps up when he notices you. 

"Hi there," he greets you. There’s a scratchiness to his voice that makes you suspect he was sleeping before your arrival. “I’m assuming you’re the stunt coordinator Pope told me about?” 

“That’s me,” you grin and take a large step inside. “Frankie, right?” Frankie squeezes your hand and nods. He turns his soft gaze to Dieter. 

“And you must be the famous Mr. Bravo—” 

“Dieter’s fine,” he quickly interjects, squeezing Frankie’s hand as well. You raise an eyebrow, noticing the way Dieter averts his eyes, a rosy glow peppered across his cheeks. 

As Dieter takes a seat in the front, you place a hand on his stomach and stop him mid-step, a smug grin directed at him.

“And here I thought you didn’t like Santi’s friends,” you whisper with a hint of amusement. For a moment he struggles to understand what you mean, then he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip.

“It’s not my fault he’s hot,”

“Should I be jealous?” you tease, and he leans in, pressing his lips to your forehead. 

“Never,” he says moving away and taking his heat with him.  

Honestly, you can’t really blame him. Frankie’s wearing a loose tee and a green flannel, probably two sizes too large. But after years of working with bodies that came in every shape and form, you can tell he has a firm one underneath. You and Dieter aren’t strangers to inviting people you enjoyed the company of into your bed, it was rare, given Dieter’s fame. But it did happen. 

And it already looks like Dieter had taken quite a liking to the handsome pilot. 

"So, first things first," Frankie begins when Dieter settles. "This is the altimeter, it tells us our altitude. And this is the airspeed indicator, it tells us how fast we're going. And this is the attitude indicator, it shows us the helicopter's pitch and roll."

Dieter nods, trying to take it all in. "Got it, altitude, airspeed, attitude."

"Exactly. You’re a fast learner I’m impressed," Frankie grins, patting him on the back. "Now, let's get this bird in the air."

It’s a smooth lift. You barely felt it. 

Frankie begins teaching Dieter how to fly the helicopter, you listen in, taking note of the instructions and procedures. Much to your surprise, Dieter actually asks some questions, which you notice helps Frankie ease into the role of a teacher. 

After a while Frankie allows Dieter to take the controls. You look outside, swallowing when you notice that the three of you are actually quite high up. Briefly, Frankie’s gaze lingers over yours. They quickly scan over your face, a subtle and barely there look. He must’ve seen your worry because he smiles. Parting his lips, he mouths slowly; don’t worry.

You’re pretty sure your heart stops then. 

Dieter becomes increasingly tense. You can see the tension in his shoulders, the way his grip on the controls becomes tighter, making his knuckles turn white. Frankie notices and places his hands on top of Dieter's, guiding him through the maneuvers.

"Relax," Frankie mutters, gaze fixated ahead. Clearly oblivious to Dieter’s not-so-innocent thoughts. "You're doing great. Let her fly."

The touch is electric, and Dieter's pulse quickens, his heart beating like a drum in his chest. His face flushes a shade darker, and you hear the way his breath hitches in his throat. Frankie's touch is confident and sure, Dieter relaxes under his guidance, letting himself be led.

"You see," Frankie says. "You were made for this."

Frankie's hands are steady, and as they move over Dieter's, you can see the way Dieter's fingers loosen on the controls. He starts to breathe more easily. Frankie's touch is soothing him like it would a stray animal. Dieter’s shoulders drop and the lines of tension on his face smooth out.

“That’s it, bring us home movie star.” 

You bite back a giggle hearing Dieter’s small whimper. But despite it all, he does manage to lower the helicopter without a problem. Dieter’s head falls back with a loud exhale when it’s done. “Fuuuuck— that was stressful.” 

“Good job movie star,” you grin, knowing that repeating Frankie’s words would frustrate him. “You managed not to kill us, that’s a plus.” 

“He did great,” Frankie nods. “We should go again.” 

Dieter makes a sound and both you and Frankie turn to look at him. An understanding smile tugs at Frankie’s lips and he tilts his head towards the door. “Maybe after a ten minute break?” 

Frankie is sweating due to a multitude of reasons. 

He’s invited to dinner, which would mark the first reason. When Dieter offered to buy him a drink as a thank you, he didn’t think much of it. And he would never say no to a cold one after a day of teaching. But then you suggested that Frankie should come over instead and that you would cook him something instead. 

He was confused. At first, he thought you two were dating. Then after noticing some lustful gazes from both sides, directed at yours truly, he thought maybe you weren’t. 

However, now it seems like you two are indeed an item and living together. 

The entire thing was a huge clusterfuck and he’d gotten very close to calling Pope to ask what their situation was but decided against it. He didn’t need Santiago calling him rusty. 

The second reason why he was sweating is due to the fact that tonight was ridiculously hot. Screw LA. Honestly. 

He’s wearing a light red button-up shirt, which he’s now realizing might’ve been a mistake. At the time wearing one of his signature worn-down T-shirts didn’t seem like a good choice. 

Frankie stops and looks around. There’s a series of fancy-looking houses stringed back to back. He’s assuming one of them is Dieter’s. With a sigh, he looks down at his phone and up again. Narrowing his eyes, he heads for the house that has a series of colorful porcelain animals scattered around the garden. The text you sent him said to look for the Zebra. 

And lo behold there it is. 

Standing in front of the door, Frankie goes to adjust his cap but his fingertips brush against his slicked-back hair instead. 

That’s right he left it at home. If this get-together isn’t what he thinks it is…this whole night is about to get a whole lot more embarrassing. 

Letting out a deep exhale, he holds his breath in his lungs and pulls down the ends of his shirt. While he exhales, he finally knocks. 

It’s you who opens the door. Your smile is bright, confident, and not at all what his insides are mirroring. Stepping aside, you invite him in. 

“Welcome,” you say with a grin. “Hope you found it easily?” 

“Yeah, it was…” 

Fine, is what he was going to say before he trailed off. He lifts his head and sniffs the air. 

Was that smoke? 

You’re closing the door when he shoots you a puzzled look, “Is everything alright?” 

The question makes your smile falter. Your eyes peer above his shoulder towards, what he assumes, the kitchen. His gaze follows yours, he sees the faint trailings of gray smoke. 

“Okay full disclosure we might’ve accidentally burnt everything,” you speak in quick breaths. Frankie’s brows furrowed, he didn’t want to be the cause of any trouble. “We managed to salvage the salad but that’s pretty much it—sorry,” 

You look genuinely troubled. Frankie feels that he should place a hand on your shoulder, and he does. You’re quick to relax into his touch and he smiles. “It’s alright. I’m somewhat of a decent cook, I’m sure we can put together something,” 

As Frankie enters the kitchen, he's met with the sight of Dieter cursing and throwing burnt pans into the sink. The smell of smoke fills the air. He's seen his fair share of kitchen disasters, he's not one to shy away from a little bit of chaos. You clear your throat, drawing Dieter’s attention away from the mess. 

The actor stills for a moment. His eyes flit between you, Frankie, and lastly the sink full of charcoal dark pans. He swallows, hard. “Welcome?” he croaks, unsure. “Sorry about the…mess. We tried our best I promise,” 

“I believe you,” Frankie smiles, stepping inside. You follow. “You two shouldn’t have gotten into so much trouble for me. I would’ve been just as happy with sharing a drink,” 

He doesn’t miss the way you two exchange a brief glance. You scratch the back of your head, the tip of your shoe hitting the floor. “We thought cooking would be more meaningful as thanks—Well, I did at least.”

“You guys got pasta?” Frankie asks, eyes falling to the pans. “What were you guys trying to cook anyway?” 

Silence follows and Frankie turns to look at you both. He raises an eyebrow, coking his head to the side. Giving them a look he learned that could be quite persuasive. 

“Don’t be mad,” Dieter mutters, eyes moving from Frankie to you. His gaze turns with Dieter’s, now firmly fixated on you for answers. 

“I…I might or might not have called Santi to ask for your favorite meal,” you answer, averting your eyes.

Frankie’s eyes widen at that. His pulse skyrockets, deafening to his own ears. Once again forgetting he left his hat at home, he looks down to hide his smile. 

He’d find himself some interesting people it seems. 

You sit at the table with Dieter’s knee pressing against yours. You’re both admiring Frankie as he effortlessly moves about the kitchen. He has his sleeves folded up, revealing his strong and tanned forearms, and he’s wearing the apron Dieter had bought as a joke that reads "Kiss the Cook." The pasta water boils at the stove while he makes marinara sauce from scratch, and the aroma is tantalizing.

You watch him chop the tomatoes and garlic. He has his tongue sneaking out of his lips while he concentrates. It's a small detail but it makes him look even more charming. Dieter’s hand finds the soft flesh of your thighs, squeezing slowly. A shiver settles at the base of your spine.

You take a sip of your red wine, savoring the rich flavor, watching Frankie work. He moves with a certain grace and precision, like a master chef, his movements are fluid and natural.

“You cook a lot Frankie?” you ask, breaking the—what you had dubbed— the horny silence. 

Dieter’s fingertips round the outline of your knee. A bit of wine slips from the corner of your lips. 

“I wouldn’t say a lot,” Frankie muses, pouring a generous amount of olive oil into a pan. “I rarely cook for myself but I like cooking for my daughter,” 

“You have a daughter?” Dieter asks, his movements stilling. Your stomach drops, did you read this whole thing wrong after all? 

Frankie nods, a smile tugging at his lips. The oil heats up, he turns to you both, placing the heels of his palms against the kitchen counter behind him. “I do, that’s why I moved here. To be closer to her.” 

“Divorced—” You pinch Dieter from underneath the table. “Ow!”

Dieter turns to you with a puzzled look— a look that is telling you he has no idea what he’d done wrong. 

Frankie catches your gaze and smiles. You feel a flutter in your stomach. “It’s okay really. I’m used to it by now,” his gaze shifts back to Dieter. “Yeah, I’m divorced. But there isn’t really an interesting story to go along with it, we just…sorta drifted apart,” 

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you reply with the urge to touch him somehow. Instead, you curl your fingers around Dieter’s hand which still lingers on your knee. 

Frankie shakes his head and turns back to the sauce, adding the herbs and spices with a practiced hand. There's nothing sexier than a man who can cook— which probably isn’t an appropriate thought to have. 

“What about you two?” Frankie suddenly asks, reeling you back to reality.“You two are…dating, right?”

You realize that you and Dieter probably had confused the hell out of this man. You part your lips to speak but surprisingly Dieter beats you to it. 

“We are,” he states, twirling his wine glass. “But we’re always looking for some kind of trouble to get in,” 

Your skin erupts in goosebumps at Dieter’s tone. It’s low, a soft gravel hidden behind it. You know that tone well, a tone that had made you come multiple times in a mere half an hour. You shudder. 

Frankie’s ears perk up, shoulders rising and falling. You can’t see it, but you’re almost positive that he’s smiling. “Is that what I am?” he purrs, his voice also dropping. “Trouble?” 

Dieter smirks into the rim of his wine glass, “Only if you want to be.” 

The rest of the night goes on without a hitch. It’s a combination of talking about your jobs, your pasts, and the occasional flirty remarks. You enjoy watching Frankie speak. 

The initial stress that was locked in his muscles had dissipated with each forkful of pasta disappearing between his lips. The three of you continue to sit even when the pasta is completely gone, not even a lick of sauce staining the plates. 

Neither of you wants to disturb the moment. You find yourself scooching closer to Frankie. Dieter does the same. And when Frankie places a tender hand on Dieter’s waist, you put your hand on his thigh, squeezing it. 

You faintly hear Dieter murmuring something about heading to the bedroom, which Frankie doesn’t seem to have any objections to. Standing, you’re quick to realize that the wine had given you a familiar warm buzz. Before you take a step, Frankie’s arm sneaks around your waist. Solid and warm. You both follow Dieter to the bedroom. 

You and Dieter fall to bed with a fit of giggles, his lips trailing over your jaw. The journey ends ar your lips. The tip of his tongue slips out and licks the seam, sloppy hands moving over your body, squeezing and kneading the flesh. With a sudden jolt of pleasure, you moan into his mouth, rolling your hips into the air. 

Dieter dips to your neck, nipping the soft skin. Your head falls back and eyes open, your gaze meeting Frankie’s. He’s standing awkwardly at the edge of the bed, his hands balled into weak-looking fists. Your eyebrows knit together, your eyes drop to his front. 

Your mouth turns up in a subtle smile when you notice the thick outline of his cock. 

You pull at Dieter’s hair and gesture toward Frankie with the tip of your head. Dieter’s grin is devilish, brown eyes eating the other man alive. 

“Didn’t peg you to be shy,” he teases, pushing himself away from you. “But I guess we haven’t been the most hospital either.” 

You follow Dieter’s lead and get up with him, both of you taking quick steps toward Frankie. Dieter kneels down and starts to unbutton the pilot's pants while you curl your fingers around his neck and knead away the rigidness of his muscles. 

Frankie’s lips part with a soft gasp, hips thrusting forward. You shudder at the feeling of his hands finding your hips, pulling you closer, he presses his lips into yours. His tongue follows the same path as Dieter’s, licking the seam and slipping his tongue between your lips. 

But the rest is very unlike Dieter. He swallows the sounds that threaten to spill, licking into your mouth eagerly. The roughness of his mouth is unexpected but not unpleasant, you find your body quivering as the ache between your legs grows. 

It doesn’t last long, however. Frankie breaks the kiss with a sound between a groan and a hiss. His nails bite into your skin, body shaking. Looking down, you see that Dieter has his lips wrapped around the fat head of Frankie’s cock. Fingers curling around the base, Dieter starts to stroke him while he pushes himself forward and swallows him halfway. 

You drop to your knees, feeling the heat coming off Dieter in waves. His eyes are closed, his lips parted and glistening as he rhythmically strokes and sucks on Frankie's cock. You can't help but be mesmerized by the sight, and you can feel the ache between your legs become unbearable.

Frankie's moans fill the air, echoing off the walls as he throws his head back, his hips thrusting forward in time with the motions of Dieter's lips. Frankie’s fingers thread through his hair, tugging him closer. You can see his muscles go taut with every thrust.

Dieter’s lips part even more around Frankie, and you can feel the vibrations of his moans on your fingertips, brushing them over his spine. Dieter jerks at your touch, another moan ripping from his throat. His eyes find yours and he parts from Frankie’s cock, a string of saliva follows. He slides his lips down the lenght of him, allowing you to drag your tongue across the other side.

Frankie quivers and shakes. His fingers dig into your scalp and his cock swells and twitches. His eyes roll back in his head as Dieter expertly takes control. His tongue swirls around the sensitive head, and you feel the vibrations of his moans against your lips as he presses them harder against him.

You slide your hands up Frankie’s chest, the warmth and sweat of his skin gathering at your fingertips. Dieter slides further down his shaft and you dip your tongue into the slit, twirling it and swallowing him down. 

Frankie makes the mistake of looking down—Seeing you both licking at him eagerly makes something twists in his stomach. The skin there grows taut, thighs clenching as his orgasm shatters through him. He struggles to remain upright.

Before you know it your lips are replaced with Dieter’s. 

Dieter slides his hands around Frankie's back, pushing him forward as he takes him in deeper. Frankie's moans become louder, and his body trembles. His hips thrust forward as comes, and Dieter wraps his arms around him in a tight embrace as he releases the warm liquid over both of your lips. 

Frankie collapses against Dieter, panting and chest heaving. You slide your hands to his back, rubbing soothing circles as Dieter kisses his way up his stomach. 

Frankie's breathing gradually returns to normal. You take this opportunity to reach out and touch Dieter's face, feeling his soft skin beneath your fingertips. He leans into your touch.  

Your lips meet in a passionate kiss. His lips are soft, wet, and inviting. His tongue eagerly meets yours as you both explore each other's mouths, the taste of Frankie joining. 

“Wow,” Frankie says first, his chest stuttering. “That was…wow,” 

Dieter grins into your lips and your eyes move back up to meet Frankie’s. He’s stroking his cock, palm swiping at the head. You see a hint of something dark and hungry crossing his face. 

Your heart skips a beat, suddenly you’re very aware of how wet and sticky your thighs feel. 

“I want to see you two together,” he groans, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. “Want you guys to play and tease without letting the other come.” 

Dieter blinks in surprise. He finally parts away from you and allows his eyes to move over to Frankie. You notice the way his gaze becomes glazed over, breath catching in his throat upon seeing Frankie’s expression.

“Yeah okay,” he swallows. “We can do that—” he playfully pinches your side. “Can’t we sweetheart?” 

You smile, fingers finding the curve of his knee, you squeeze. “We most certainly can.”

Frankie sits at the end of the bed. Meanwhile, you and Dieter become a mixed tangle of limbs. You feel the slip of his fingers into your heat, curling his fingers. You burn from the inside out. 

His other hand finds your hip, fingers digging in as he moves inside you. You gasp, eyes shifting to Frankie who is standing at the end of the bed, watching you.

Frankie’s breathing heavily as he strokes himself in time with Dieter’s movements. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge and Dieter must be able to tell because he starts to pick up the pace, pushing you even closer. Dieter grins and you moan, eyes fluttering closed as the pleasure washes over you.

Frankie’s voice breaks through the haze of pleasure. “Don’t come yet,” he commands, voice low. “Let me see you both together.”

Dieter groans, his fingers tightening on your hips. His breath is coming in short, ragged gasps and you can feel his body trembling with need. You both reach for each other, Dieter’s fingers finding your clit and you moan as he teases it, drawing quick, short circles. 

When he draws back his fingers, you cry out, hips jerking toward him with the need to be stretched and filled.

You’re about to protest but the words quickly die on your tongue. Dieter drags his cock between your folds, gathering as much as slick he can before slipping inside. The sigh you let out is full of bliss. Your eyes flutter, the sight of Frankie now blurred around the edges.  

Your orgasm nears with each thrust. Your body alive with lust, pulses of heat radiating from your core. Your moans get louder, and your back arches, pushing your hips towards Dieter’s. He grunts, and you can feel his muscles tense as he drives deeper and deeper in you.

Your hands reach out to Frankie, seeking his touch. He takes them in his, and begins to stroke your skin. His touch is gentle, crackling electricity against your already burning skin. His hands move slowly, tracing every inch his fingertips can reach.

Your vision is blurred, and the room seems to spin. Dieter’s thrusts become more urgent. His breathing is ragged. You’re teetering on the edge of your orgasm, so close yet so far. 

Frankie moves behind Dieter, his hands finding Dieter’s hips as he kneels behind him. Dieter’s movements slow, another moan rippling through his chest. Frankie circles the tight muscle with wet fingers. He slips two inside, taking Dieter’s breath away. 

“Already so wet,” Frankie coos, lips touching his ear. “Were you already expecting this?” 

Dieter groans, pushing back into Frankie as he thrusts into you. You gasp, pleasure coursing through your veins and all you can do is hold on tight as you both move together.

Dieter lets out a deep moan, the slam of his hips erratic.  His body goes rigid, cock twitching uncontrollably with your cunt clenching around him over and over. 

Frankie’s voice is hoarse, his words barely audible. “Come now,” he whispers and Dieter follows his command, his body shuddering as he comes. You cry out, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. You cling to Dieter, Frankie’s breath comingling with yours in the room.

You push yourself up to press a kiss into Dieter’s neck, at the same time Frankie pulls out his fingers, giving the actor’s hips a reassuring squeeze. 

None of you rush to clean, figuring you can do that together in the morning. Dieter pulls you to the middle, Frankie taking his place next to you and hugging you both. You feel the brush of Frankie’s lips first, then Dieter’s. Your eyelids grow heavy like lead.

“We should do this again,” Dieter murmurs, sounding equally as exhausted as you. 

Frankie nods, forehead touching yours. You smile. 

“We should,” he whispers. “We really should.” 

[mothytheghost]

Rgb's Harsh reality and past

Today I would love to explain the details and how his world around him was messing him up. This will have Spoilers so please avoid if you haven't read or finish this comic! Remember Im not a great person at explaining things because of a difficulty I have. But I'll try my best ;v;

Rgb Didn't seem to have an easy job working in the Arts industry. He had harsh treatments for slacking off and treated poorly not only by his boss but others around his working environment. Sharing that someone called him an idiot is a red flag for a working environment. The environment he is in isn't healthy for him and could easily tire himself out and hurt his mental health. The fact he was seen sleeping on his desk could show that he rarely gets any sleep because he is becoming a workaholic. Driving himself to keep signing paperwork until his tasks are done. Trying to keep himself caught up .

See how boss is capitalized like BOSS?. Do you see how Want is written?. This shows how aggressive this person is towards him. Trying to get him to wake up by hitting him with a newspaper to keep him awake. This is a sign of work abuse. And how everyone, including his boss is pushing him to work harder and faster. Rgb is being hitted and forced to overwork without any sleep.

Now let's go over how his audience treat him? The answer is, do they care?. Do they wonder if he's alright?. Not Really...His audience are always excited to see him. They didn't care about how well he is. They just love his talents. And no one in the crowd acted realistic about him. They saw him as a idol, a star, anything special to them.

Now the Doctor was a guy I really wanna smack lmao. But anyways. The way he doesn't take him seriously. How the audience reacted with him like it's a comedy. No one takes him seriously. They think he's still in character.

How everyone laughed at him. How much anger and frustration he's in. They all think it's an act. His mental state is bad and he isn't in the right headspace. How angry he gets when he wants to smash a mirror. It's a sign of aggression and low self-esteem. His hands has grown shaky because of how weak and distressed he is. Yet the doctor tells him therapy is a old scam when he needed help.

He instead offers him to wear gloves and tells him to Not look at mirrors.

Rgb has been overworked. Has his troubles Ignored, and been laughed by his own audience. This shows how much his mental state has gone through. As a person. As a human being. He's been treated as is he's just a cartoon that could do anything to keep people satisfied and happy. Rgb was a character that was misunderstood by everyone around him. running away from his own troubles was because he was scared. finding a hero because of his second chances with Hate. Many hero's we're lost by mistake because of him. Would I say it was all of his fault?. Yes but no. He showed he wasn't a bad person because he found His Hero. He loved her and Comforted her when she's crying. Yeah he was a rat with her at first. But the more they bonded the more Hero saw him as a best friend. He lost many hero's because he keeps repeating a mistake he kept failing to fix.

Any critics about this small talk is welcome.

Anyways to get out of the blue I'll tell a dumb joke!

Why do we tell actors to break a leg?

Because every film has a cast

[celluloidbroomcloset]

https://celluloidbroomcloset.tumblr.com/post/735562286934245376/yknow-and-props-to-jenkins-for-seeing-the

Sorry but I have to rant about this a bit. Not about your addition though! It's entirely about the Izzy canyon op's clear intentions with that post. You don't have to post this, I just need to get it out of my system. 😅

I just love how the canyon is trying to turn fans against Jenkins. Sorry canyon op, it was always a romcom and Ed and Stede were always a real love story. Jenkins might've changed his mind on some of the details, but it was always a queer romance. Every other one of the collected articles and quotes they helpfully linked shows that very clearly, so thanks for that canyon op.

Sorry again canyon op, but that one quote doesn't suddenly turn the show into a barely dodged queerbait either. A queer romance possibly not having a storybook happy ending in its original plan does not mean it's "not a real love story" or anything resembling queerbait. (somebody please take that word away from the internet, I am begging!) What it is is a sweet love story in a fun romcom and he even gave it a clear happily ever after ending intentionally in case they aren't renewed.

And yes, the cast's influence on their characters and their stories is awesome and wonderful and at Jenkins' suggestion. They wouldn't have been allowed even a tiny fraction of the freedom Jenkins gave them to shape their characters on most other shows. That actors, directors, writers, and showrunner could all work together so closely and so well to create this incredible show is very telling of the kind of showrunner Jenkins is and it's a rare one.

Jenkins may not be perfect, but that one quote doesn't suddenly make him less of an ally or any less amazing for putting this fun little queer as all hell show into our lives! It doesn't make the show any less joyful! I'd say it makes it more so for having this straight man, as good an ally as he is, see and realize what it would mean to people to have this thing and willfully change his plans to make it even better for us. He didn't have to give Ed and Stede such a wonderful ending this season and yet he did! He did it because he wants them, and us, to be happy.

I'm sorry your blorbo died, canyon op, but Jenkins is not "losing the other half of the fandom" now. The canyon aren't even half of the fandom to begin with! It's a very loud minority that I wish would just leave the rest of us to enjoy the show in peace instead of trying to turn us all against it. 😒

Lol - you know what’s hilarious? I honestly didn’t look at the source of that post. I’d heard some of this stuff before and was like “oh, yeah, it sounds like Jenkins changed focus and it worked really well!” Because…that’s the nature of art, especially a collaborative art like film and TV, and it seems clear that other writers, the performers, etc. all helped to shift focus, and Jenkins himself saw the potential and went with it, even likely listened to the queer people on the show to help guide it. Which is…normal and good?

I dunno what this show might do for season 3, and it’s perfectly possible that they sacrifice good will for some strange narrative about-face, but that will have fuck-all to do with Izzy actually being the main character and everything to with…everything else on the show.

In regard to the whole weird Izzy discourse…I barely poked my head into this fandom during the first season, but obviously have done a lot more than that now. And I was immediately just confused by the cadre who seem to think Izzy was the main character. You mean…the angry homophobic white dude who tried to kill one of our leads multiple times and then sent our other lead into a suicidal spiral by telling him to stop acting so gay? THAT dude? Isn’t he, like, the villain?

I dig what they managed with Izzy and I was so happy to actually care about him instead of just hating him, but his narrative function is to advance the Stede/Ed relationship. He’s less independent, narratively, than most of the Revenge crew. His death was sad and it made sense. * shrugs*

I’m still honestly a bit concerned that ANYONE looked at Izzy in Season 1 and went “that’s my guy!” That’s…disturbing, my dudes.

[cynningly]

TW: body horror and eye strain (glitching)

rewatching tribetwelve atm so take this gif i made!! It’s mostly just an excuse to make my own headcanon Firebrand design. It was originally just gonna be a doodle of him but i spiraled lmao

still might change Firebrand’s design. I love body horror stuff and i wanna play with the idea that he becomes visibly more monster looking when he defects from the collective and his powers aren’t being held back by Slendy anymore. Especially with his “Rogue God” thing and creatures like angels and stuff being absolutely horrifying to look at in religious canon.

However, as much as I think the burn scars look cool (i hope you can tell they’re burn scars), they’re a such a pain in the ass to draw. So are the teeth, the teeth might actually be worse. I wanted to make it look like his cheeks and lips got like burnt off (Noah’s house got burnt down when he was a kid so i like to think this Firebrand is from a session where Noah didn’t make it out in time) so his teeth are exposed and that’s what kinda gives him his uncanny smile.

But he kinda barely looks like Noah anymore. I kinda wanna see what I can do balancing his horror with becoming a monster while giving him a design that still looks like his past self (cause the horror of seeing the fucked up creature you’ll become while also being able to recognize yourself in it is just *chefs kiss*) and is maybe just a bit easier to draw lmao

Adam Rosner apologists dni or i swear to god i will beat you away with a stick

also quick psa about how I draw Noah cause i do plan to draw and post more t12 stuff:

tldr at the bottom cause this turned out long, sorry

I know a lot of people have been shifting their Noah designs cause Adam is disgusting, and that’s a perfectly fine and more than respectable thing to do. however, i plan to continue to draw Noah as he is. before all this came out, t12 was a massive part of my childhood and Noah was definitely always one of my fav characters. I simply cannot separate t12 from Noah in my own head.

I can, however, separate t12 from Adam.

I rarely ever saw oog tribetwelve stuff, so I will always associate that face with Noah first and Adam second. I will continue to see Adam as a horrible excuse of a human and Noah as a character who suffered because of their actor and writer. In my own humble opinion, Noah can still be a good character even while taking his actor’s deeds into consideration. I believe that you can enjoy t12 while also hating and not supporting Adam. Separating the art from the artist, as some say. Again, if you don’t like drawing Noah as he was in the series and you don’t like seeing the image of a man who did absolutely horrible things that should have put him behind bars, that’s completely understandable and ok.

tldr,

So yeah, i’m gonna draw Noah as he is, but i get people’s desire to change his design to further distance the awesome series of tribetwelve from its awful creator. I just won’t be doing that. I just wanted to explain my reasoning for how I draw him in hopes that 1: y’all can understand how I see this situation and more importantly 2: so you don’t think I support Adam just because I draw Noah canon to how he was in the series. I do not and will not ever under any circumstances support Adam Rosner.

[nervouscupcakeinspace]

BTS FIC RECS (PART 6)

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM

A Storm Blowing Up Your Horizon by Takujaepls

Jungkook had never been normal. He wasn't exactly sure what  normal  was, but he knew he wasn't it. He had always felt different, wrong,  not right . Cue a mysterious murderer who shows Jungkook how good it is to be bad.

Cut to the Chase by deepslowpanic

“Isn’t he dreamy?” Jimin asks.

“Yeah,” Jungkook grunts. He agrees, even though he hates that he has to. Because he is dreamy, he just doesn’t really want Jimin to think so too. “He seems totally into you,” Jungkook admits. Because of course Namjoon does, who wouldn’t be into Park Jimin? “You shouldn’t worry.”

“You think so?” Jimin asks, turning to Jungkook with a smile. There’s so much hopefulness there that Jungkook can’t find it in himself to really be mad.

“Definitely,” he agrees. “He likes you, you should go for it.”

-OR-

When Jimin drags Jungkook to his morning running club to be his “wingman”, Jungkook doesn’t expect to meet the most attractive man he’s ever seen. It’s just his bad luck that Jimin is totally into the guy.

Closer to Home by deepslowpanic *

“I - uh, I could go with you?” Namjoon suggests.

Jungkook squeezes his eyes closed, letting out a breath through his nose before finally meeting Namjoon’s gaze. “You’d have to, um, pretend to be my boyfriend. You know, like…” he trails off, unsure what to say.

Namjoon smiles kindly. “I can do that, Jungkook-ah,” he insists. “How hard could it be?”

Privately, Jungkook thinks it could be very hard, but he still finds himself nodding, heart lodged in his throat.

-OR-

Jungkook already knows that bringing a fake boyfriend to his cousin’s wedding is a stupid idea. But it’s only made harder when Namjoon offers himself for the job, unaware of the fact that Jungkook has been in love with him for years.

Jeon Jungkook/Min Yoongi | Suga

skip a step and back by exarite * (WIP)

Min Yoongi is Jungkook's Dom, not his boyfriend.

Not yet, at least.

::

Jungkook tries to transition his and Yoongi's purely d/s relationship into more.

The Dragon and The Sun by KandiRose *

“I am not your bride, Jeonha.”

“Are you not?” Yoongi tilts his head to the side. "Within these walls no one will even address you by the name you have been raised to respond to. If anything, the only thing you are for certain is my bride, nothing less, nothing more.”

~~~~

On the night of his sister's wedding to the most ruthless King Silla has ever known, Jungkook takes her place in the marital chamber with a single objective - to kill a King and disappear forever. But things rarely go according to plan.

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Namjoon | RM

Chapter 26: namseok, squirting, 7.2k (canon) (chapter 26 of Kink Prompts) by bwichimbap

Hoseok's first mistake is watching porn in his studio with headphones on, which he realizes now is never a good idea.

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Min Yoongi | Suga

Autumn, Leaves by mangust_d

Yoongi and Hoseok set out on a fun cabin trip between best friends. Naturally, there is only one bed.

"My mum used to say that the good ones won't leave, no matter what. And you’ve always been the best one.”

Sallowheart by mangust_d (WIP)

Democracies are crumbling and the Korean peninsula is being swallowed by a huge cloud of dust, but for one year, Yoongi's world will be reduced to a few corridors, cold porridge, and the most beautiful pair of hands that could break him like a twig.

OR: The story of how Min Yoongi fell for the Jester.

Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin

A Breach of Protocol by Anna (arctic_grey), tragicamente *

Actor Kim Seokjin’s love life has always been the subject of wild rumours but he has never been caught in a scandal. Behind closed doors, however, he is going through a rough breakup. Namjoon, as the Head of Close Protection, does not expect to pick up the pieces, yet here he is: standing at Seokjin’s door at two in the morning, about to make the biggest mistake of his life.

 Seokjin took the phone and looked in amazement at a 28-second fancam set to a sultry, moany song that featured slow-mo footage of Namjoon escorting him in and out of cars and buildings, of Namjoon holding umbrellas for him, of Namjoon shoving people out of the way at an airport (Seokjin remembered that chaotic day). With piercing and sharp dragon eyes, Namjoon sent glares at crowds and photographers like he was two steps from murder at any given moment, but then Namjoon would turn to escort Seokjin with the gentlest of touches. The video caption said, eloquently, ‘hottest bodyguard in all of Korea’.

Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga

make me touch you, make me love you by stellataes *

Namjoon finds out that orgasms make your brain release dopamine. And dopamine makes you feel happy. Thing is, his best friend Yoongi has been so sad lately. Luckily, Namjoon knows just the cure.

 “What,” Namjoon repeats, “do you do with a dildo?”

 Unimpressed, Yoongi raises one eyebrow. “You’ve been with girls, haven’t you?”

 Namjoon frowns at him. “I have, obviously?”

 “Then what do you think I do with a dildo, Namjoon?”

You, In the Distance by deepslowpanic

“It’s been three years, Namjoon. Is it still that bad?” “I don’t know, probably,” Namjoon admits. “Maybe working with him won’t be so hard?” Hoseok suggests. “Yoongi hyung is a good guy, he’s nice. And it’s not like things ended badly.” Which is true. Hoseok isn’t wrong. But that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt. It still hurts now. None of what Hoseok says doesn’t mean that Min Yoongi is not the man who, three years ago, broke Namjoon’s heart. -OR- Namjoon knew it was a maladaptive coping mechanism, honestly he did, naming his cat after the ex boyfriend he was still in love with, but he really never thought he’d see him again.

You've Gotta Be Kitten Me by deepslowpanic

“Do you have any other tattoos or will this be your first? I don’t usually like to do something this big as a first tattoo.”

“Just one,” Yoongi says, “and it’s small.”

“Can I see?”

Nodding, Yoongi gets to his feet. Namjoon watches, confused, as Yoongi unbuttons his jeans and pulls down the waistband to - oh no.

Yoongi tugs down the waistband of his jeans to reveal his hip, smooth creamy skin, unblemished save for the little black tattoo there. A tattoo Namjoon would know anywhere. A tattoo Namjoon could trace in his sleep.

The little doodle of a cat stares back at him and Namjoon nearly passes out. There’s no mistake. Namjoon knows this tattoo. He saw it the night before, right on the hip of his favorite camboy.

Kim Namjoon | RM/Park Jimin

Meant To Be (Together) by creambunkoo

 Namjoon is weak for cute things in general, but most recently for the sweet cat hybrid at the adoption center he started visiting after accompanying Seokjin there one afternoon.

Namjoon isn't looking to adopt Jimin, but circumstances change. And it's nice having someone to spoil, to come home to, and to slowly - accidentally - develop feelings for.

You Blend Into My Favorite Color by deepslowpanic

“You might be surprised, Namjoon-ah,” Yoongi says. “I’m sure there’s someone out there for you.”

Namjoon isn’t entirely convinced that he’s going to find this someone on Jack’d of all places, but he’s willing to give it a try.

-OR-

Ten years after his divorce, Namjoon finally feels ready to date again. He expects the dick pics, ab shots, and overall jerks on the dating app. What he doesn’t expect is Jimin.

Bonfire Bright by deepslowpanic

“Why are you so distracted?”

“I’m not,” Jimin insists.

Taehyung squints at him before glancing around. “Oh. I see.”

“You don’t see anything,” Jimin snaps.

“That’s Seokjin hyung’s roommate, Namjoon.”

“I didn’t ask,” Jimin responds, sniffing imperiously.

-OR-

Camping is not Jimin’s idea of fun. When he's roped into meeting Taehyung’s new boyfriend and his friends, Jimin is certain he won’t enjoy himself. But maybe it’s not all bad, when he notices someone hotter than the campfire.

Maybe We Can Work It Out by deepslowpanic

“Do you think you could lift me like the weights at the gym?” Jimin blurts.

There’s a beat of silence between them where Jimin wishes he could chew his own tongue off, and Namjoon stares at him in surprise. “Of course I can.”

Before Jimin can blink, Namjoon closes the distance between them. “What are you -” Jimin cuts off as Namjoon’s hands close around his waist and hoist him easily into the air.

Jimin’s brain short circuits as his feet leave the ground, eyes widening and locking with Namjoon’s. He can feel himself blushing now, mouth going dry as Namjoon effortlessly holds him aloft.

-OR-

It was a joke, just a random comment, not even serious. But now… Jimin can’t stop thinking about how Namjoon lifted him so easily, can’t help but imagine what else Namjoon could do with all that muscle.

Kim Seokjin | Jin/Min Yoongi | Suga

Concluding Remarks by deepslowpanic

"Why are you doing this?" Yoongi whispers to himself as he wipes the fog from the mirror, watching his reflection solidify.

Dark marks litter his neck and collarbones, memories of hungry lips, desperate teeth. A brand on his skin that may as well spell out MISTAKE.

-OR-

It’s unhealthy, this thing they’re doing. They broke up for a reason. And yet… in the morning, when they inevitably wake up tangled together again, they’ll awkwardly laugh about how gone they were. They won’t talk about it, won’t address that it keeps happening. Seokjin will leave and Yoongi will take a shower and stare at the wall, forcing the bile back down his throat. Yoongi will happily pretend to be drunk, if it means he gets to keep Seokjin in his bed.

Where Flowers Bloom (part of the Fioritura series) by graciouskoo

Seokjin, lonely and recently divorced, learns that sometimes, happiness comes in the shape of a tiny fluffy dog named Holly. And then, it comes in the shape of one Min Yoongi.

or

As the saying goes, it's never too late for love.

Shifting Business by mangust_d 

Seokjin is sure that Min Yoongi is harbouring an illicit cat in his home. Only the truth is much more magical than that.

Kim Seokjin | Jin/Park Jimin

A Certain Sense of Synergy by deepslowpanic

“I always thought you and Seokjinnie hyung would be the ones getting married,” Taehyung says casually, like it’s no big deal. “I figured you would end up together.”

“What?” Jimin stares, dumbfounded by this declaration.

Taehyung shrugs. “You guys are perfect for each other. You’re basically dating already aren’t you?”

Jimin thinks he should be freaking out, now should be the time when panic sets in. But it doesn’t, all Jimin feels is the sense of rightness in Taehyung’s words. Dating to exes to best friends to… whatever they are now. Maybe they should be together.

-OR-

They barely even dated, Jimin doesn’t feel like he can even call it a relationship. The breakup wasn’t even a breakup, just them moving seamlessly into being friends instead. And now, years later, things are easy and comfortable. But when the first of their friends get married, Jimin starts to see things, and Seokjin, in a new light.

Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga

Some Kind of Harmony by deepslowpanic

“You did what?”

“Um,” Taehyung begins, “we might have… gotten married?”

“I didn’t even know you knew Yoongi?” Namjoon looks confused.

“Well, I didn’t, not before last night.”

“You got married to a complete stranger at my wedding?” Jimin looks like he’s about to scream.

Yoongi clears his throat. “I mean, not a complete stranger.”

“Right,” Taehyung agrees, “we had sex first.”

-OR-

Being best man at Jimin’s wedding was supposed to be simple, even if Taehyung was attending alone. When the ceremony pianist catches his eye, Taehyung can’t help but be drawn in. After a few bottles of champagne, what happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay there.

No Time Like Now by deepslowpanic 

“Date me,” Taehyung says, leaning forward.

“I don’t want to date you,” Yoongi replies with a laugh. “Definitely not you.”

“Not for real,” Taehyung insists. “Just to get everyone to leave us alone. We’ve already fucked, what else do we need?”

Yoongi thinks there’s probably a lot more that they need, but somehow this sounds almost reasonable.

-OR-

When his hook up-turned-blind date suggests they pretend to be in a relationship to get their friends off their backs, Yoongi reluctantly agrees. Yoongi is rigid. He values routine and planning, consistency and schedules. Spontaneous Taehyung breezes into his life, seemingly intent on upending it. And maybe Yoongi doesn’t realize how much he might like that until it’s slipping through his fingers.

Min Yoongi | Suga /Park Jimin

Teach me the way to your heart by deepslowpanic

“About last week,” Yoongi begins. “I really didn’t know it was your first kiss. I’m sorry if -”

“Actually,” Jimin cuts in, “that’s why I’m here.”

“Oh?” Yoongi prompts, fingers tightening around his cup.

Jimin steps a little closer, their toes nearly touching. “Hyung,” he starts, “you told me first times should be special. I want my first kiss to be special, you know, since we decided to pretend last week didn’t happen.” Jimin leans into him a little and Yoongi has nowhere to flee to. This Jimin, looking so self-assured, is not the blushing boy Yoongi kissed a week ago. “Maybe you could help me?”

-OR-

After taking Jimin’s first kiss in a game of truth or dare, Yoongi finds himself agreeing to help Jimin practice. Maybe things wouldn’t be so difficult, if Jimin wasn’t so cute, or if his lips didn’t taste like peaches, or if he only wanted to practice kissing.

OT7 - Relationship

Vitamin D (series) by exarite (WIP)

It's a terrible fact of their world: pregnant omegas need a regular supply of alpha come or else they get sick.

It's a good thing Jungkook has such caring alpha hyungs to help him out.

::

A series that will hopefully span Jungkook's entire pregnancy. See content warnings and tags per installment, but in general, there will be descriptions of his pregnancy belly, growing tits/breasts, lactation, etc, and Jungkook's feelings about it, both positive and negative.

Tentatively jk harem, but may become jk-centric ot7.

young & pretty by feraljk (WIP)

jin was still young and pretty, but as he neared thirty, his value as a submissive had gone steadily downhill. first a prized pet and now a rented whore, he tried his best to numb himself to life, to accept the lot he had been thrown, to take what he was given and never, never hope for more.

but when another sub was thrown into his cage sobbing about being kidnapped, what he was given was no longer good enough.

or: jin and jungkook bond through trauma, and jin finds an eros who rekindles every fire he thought he'd never feel again

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga

sweeter than sweet by exarite

"Namjoon," he hears, and he drags his gaze away from where he’s been struck dumb.

"Yes?" he says faintly. He meets Yoongi’s eyes and finds the other alpha raising an eyebrow at him.

"Can you please stop watching my mate breastfeed?"

::

Kim Namjoon has a specific set of kinks.

Jungkook and Yoongi indulge him.

Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin

Play You On Repeat by deepslowpanic (WIP)

“I can’t do this,” Yoongi says.

“You should think of this as an opportunity,” Hoseok says gently.

“Yoongi, you’re going to be fine,” Seokjin begins, much less gently. “Just calm down.”

“Yeah, I bet you’re going to have a great time.” Hoseok grins at him. “I guarantee it.”

How can Hoseok guarantee something like this? It’s impossible. Yoongi could be the one coming back with broken limbs or… or maybe just a broken heart.

-OR-

Yoongi has been in love with Jimin and Taehyung for years, never making a move for fear of ruining their relationship. When he’s dragged along to a music festival to “chaperone”, all of Yoongi’s carefully buried emotions are put to the test.

(* Personal favorites)    

MASTERPOST FIC RECS PART 1

MASTERPOST FIC RECS PART 2

MASTERPOST FIC RECS PART 3

MASTERPOST FIC RECS PART 4

MASTERPOST FIC RECS PART 5

[buddieisgoingcanon2024]

It never stops surprising me that reading comprehension levels aren't a thing anymore. It's always when I come across someone who reads the same thing I did that i have to wonder like did they not learn subtext in reading? It's like we have lost the art of comprehension here...

The reason I say that is because at no point has Tim M said that Buddie is dead or that it wasn't happening. he said not "RIGHT NOW". The words RIGHT NOW were right there, even in what they copied from the interview. (Right now, it could mean as little of a time frame as for when the interview was completed, but it would also mean not this season.) When in the history of the english language (which i will be the first admit is whack as heck) has right now ever meant never? The fact that he felt the need to say it and it was emphasized typically means something. What we don't know, but obviously, it's important. He also clearly states that Both Eddie and Buck are going to be exploring themselves. He makes a point to say that Eddie's journey isn't the same one and that they will be exploring it. Again, why mention that if it's off the table completely. Tim goes further and says he is letting the characters take them where they will. Nothing about that says no to me. It says give me some time to explore this and see where the actors are and how this pans out.

Tim, Oliver, Lou, and Ryan have all said in various ways that both actors that play Tommy and Marisol aren't sticking around long term. Sure something couldnt have changed but Even the leaks hint at that. So yeah, rewrites have probably happened (hoping they did a major one decreasing "Marisol's" time just because the actor has been disturbing in their hate.), but even if not right now, pretty much everyone has said our duo will get closer. (I mean i was like, how much closer you want them to get before they take the leap, but i also see that we kind of need a reset after the mess that was the end part of season six. ""she sees me"". ) So my point, lets give Tim some time and be hopeful.

That being said, I think the other anon seems to hold a similar theory to my own. Buck and Eddie have completed their family but just haven't figured out that they have yet, and they supplement what they don't get from each other with someone else.

Let's face it: the Eddie arc could honestly end up being fantastic. here you have someone who grew up with his past. Be a man's man; Chris needs a mother, Religious while not actively participating... Hispanic, ex-military, .. etc. etc. etc... and to be tossed for a loop when he finally realizes everything he has been trying to find and looking for has been there for 5 years? That amount of people that will related to that??? Fox would be silly to not explore it. We only see these type of stories for preteens and teens on tv and movies. We rarely see what it's like to be a middle age adult that finally realizes who they are and comes out.No we usually only see established gay characters that are older. It's Huge. I think that is why Buck's being Bi is hitting so hard. The amount of people i personally know that are married and have kids and hit their 30s or 40s and realize omg....Im not exactly who i always thought i was. That's relatable. The amount of people that, just based on last week's episode, are now starting 911 from the beginning? that's big.

whoosh that was long. sorry about that and excuse typos. :)

Thanks anon for that wonderful post. ❤️🫶💯%

[limerental]

I recently got back into witcher brain rot but all the tags are filled with people saying how shit the show is and how Cavil leaving is the end times cause he was apprantly the only thing keeping together the entire story where he is present for like 30% of the time, And its legitimately making me question my sanity. Like im fine with being obsessed with media thats objectively shit, hell most of my favs are absolute trash, but like TWN isnt perfect by any means but its not that bad right? Has all my media literacy gone out the window? Am i wrong for thinking this show is objectively good to peak mid? I feel like I'm losing my mind.

Yeah, it's a little goofy silly that it seems like so many folks have forgot concepts like

a) enjoying questionably good sometimes bad sometimes good media mostly for the community that can build up around that media (see: spn)

and b) not posting constant hate within the tags of the thing you now hate

Personally, I came to the Witcher universe through the show and came to enjoy several show-only elements of the universe, even though I enjoyed and prefer the story of the books. I wouldn't prefer a book accurate Dandelion or Fringilla or even Yennefer. I've gotten attached to the ways that TWN expanded or changed several character choices I disliked from the books.

Because frankly. The books are great! They're also occasionally the worst. They're not some literary marvel of the ages. They're good books! Entertaining! Have some deeply interesting characters and commentary and are very, darkly funny and are my favorite books, but there are sure as hell things I would change if I were to adapt them.

That's not to say I would adapt them anything close to the way TWN chose to lol but it's just a little absurd and telling to me that so, so many people seem deeply invested in a book series (or at least in the idea of their fave meathead actor liking a book series) that they rarely seem to have anything to say about except in the context of bashing the show

Anyway sorry, tangent lol personally I loathe the witcher netflix and also, I enjoy it dearly. I'll be as grouchy as anybody when they do some questionable shit to my book blorbos and situations, but I'll still be having a good time because I choose to.

The only thing that's really ruined my enjoyment of the fandom has been people with constant bad faith takes, zero media literacy, and people slurping at hcav's boots

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

Tbh, timeline is the least of my problem with Miraculous. I was born around the time Detective Conan released and 20 smt years later the he's still first grade elementary, so yeah, I'm so used to the whole comic book timeline. My problem is with how fast he "fell in love" with Marinette, the girl who he rarely talk to because she always got tongue tied in front of him, the girl who he think is hated him in pupetter 2. Which also the episode the writers claimed to be the episode when Adrien fell in love with her.

Anyway, Adrien get over Emilie's death in less than a year is weird yet he's also a character who tend to keep everything bottled inside and also an "actor". I think many people already write about how good of an actor he is. The fact that we rarely get his POV also doesn't help in grasping his thought about his mother's death.

In special (I watch FR dub) though, we got an implication that he hasn't truly move on but he tried to. When asked by Griffe Noir about why he never try to get the wish despite knowing it could revive his (our) mother, he admitted that he has thought about it. It's the price that he wouldn't want to put to anyone. Life for a life.

“I resumed my life, trying to be happy just like what she would've wanted. I have friends who support me. I'm alright now. ...well, as alright as possible anyway."

I read the line as Adrien being "fake it till I make it" and he haven't fully move on, he's just good at hiding it. Which is pretty in character for him imo. The thing about being "easy children" is that everyone tend to think you're always alright, that you have no problem and with a parent with emotional immaturity like Gabriel being an easy children is a must, or punishment awaits him. So the combination of "what Emilie would like him to do" and Gabriel parenting who hates when Adrien being emotional, we got this child who tried to be okay and griefing alone.

I agree that the timeline isn't a huge deal, it's just kinda fun to point out how nuts it is. Adrien falling in love with Marinette is far less fun to talk about because I don't buy it for a second. Especially since it's literally the episode after Jubilation. You know, that episode where Chat Noir and Ladybug got married and had a bunch of kids? That's the thing that makes him give up on Ladybug? REALLY???

And then they have the audacity to claim that Marinette is the one who is lying to herself about her crush flip:

Alya: You're lying to yourself anyway, you’re in love with Adrien. (Elation, S5E9)

Because Marinette giving up on a guy she barely talks to after her crush lost her all of the miraculouses is totally ridiculous, but Adrien giving up on his partner who he's closer to than ever before makes perfect sense. Right.

I mean, I know crushes don't have to make sense, but this is a story not real life! This is not how you tell a convincing love story!

Re Emilie, you make a fair point about the special actually acknowledging Adrien's pain. It was a nice moment and I agree with how you say Adrien should be played. I just don't think that's actually what the writers are going for since season five has Adrien never talk about Emilie and ends with her statue destroyed so that Adrienette can have a new makeout spot. I really think we're supposed to read Adrien as fully moved on, possibly from both of his parents. It's really gross. Unless season six surprises us and Emilie is back, which might actually be enough to make me watch it. I really doubt it, though.

[canonicallysoulmates]

J2 Gold Panel Torcon 2022

These poor boys must be exhausted, especially Jensen, they got woken up by a fire alarm at around 5:50 am in their hotel so they are running on very little sleep. They both debated evacuating…and then decided not to, oh boys, and they got annoyed because the alarm went on for like 40mins 😆

The first question is where was Jesse the antichrist at the end? Because this fan thought he would be the one to defeat Chuck since you know he’s the antichrist.

Jared says that once the spn train headed on certain tracks it stayed the route but it would have been fun to have him back. Jensen says it was cool to see him again on The Boys - for those that don’t know the actor that played Jesse, Gattlin Griffith was on The Boys this season playing Gunpowder -  that when he showed up he told him he looked familiar and the actor was like ‘yeah’ and then when Jensen figured it out he was like ‘oh my gosh, you grew up!’. Also, Jared recalled how he threw a shoe at the boy when he was 7 and working on spn (he didn’t throw it at him he threw it in his direction in some weird attempt to be funny and then was like my bad) 😂

With the show running for 15yrs, and all the serious storylines, was there a point where they picked up a script and read something that made them go ‘really this is what we’re doing? this is ridiculous but okay’? 

Jared says the first thing that came to his mind is when s5 ended and Sera Gamble took over the show. Everyone at the time was wondering what they were gonna do now and since he was in LA he met up with Sera to congratulate her and catch up, and he took the opportunity to ask her about s6 and she told him about Sam coming back soulless. At the time, on the outside he was like, “cool, sounds great man” but on the inside, he was wondering what that meant and how he was even supposed to play that but because he had had that conversation with her, he had months to figure out what to do. 

Jensen says they got a lot of those wtf moments reading the scripts but something spn did very well was taking risks, they swung for the fences a lot. He brings up something Kripke said once: that it’s not jumping the shark if you never come down. And spn never came down they just kept going. x

With the number of special effects involved over 15 seasons was there ever a special effect where they were told one thing and then it aired and they were like ‘that’s not what I pictured’? 

Mr. Jensen ‘ I hated the fight scene in the air between Michael!Dean and Lucifer’ Ackles says nothing can come to mind. Because there was very little fat in the scripts and the show was so streamlined, everything they shot made it into the show, and everything that was planned generally happened it was very rare that there would be some left-field thing that would occur in the final product that they weren't aware of or it wasn't in the script. Sure buddy, I believe you *guffaw*

Jared says there were times when the brothers were saying each other's names differently; he gives a scene from s8 as an example. There’s a scene where Dean says “hey, Sam time to go” but it’s a hallucination so for the sake of special effects Jensen had to make weird expressions because later on they would add distortions and shake the camera. He also mentions the vampire fangs; he says those sucked because you would get fitted for mouth guards, top and bottom, but they were rigid so if you had to play a vamp the inside of your mouth was cut up afterward. Jensen says that you also drool everywhere because you can’t close your mouth properly. Jared quips that Jensen drools anyways 😆

Jensen recalls when Lindsey, the actress who played Tessa the Reaper, in the s2 premiere she had to touch his face but had contacts on and couldn’t see so when she had to put her hand on his face to bring him back Jensen had to move her hand into place. 

A fan points out that’s on the gag reel so they mention, once again, how many hours of content they have from those and Jared starts to say they could do an entire season of gag reels like 15 episodes that's like, and I quote, "here's every time they were jerking off-" as a joke on purpose funny, as the Freudian slip it was hilarious. You can actually see him freeze in real time as his brain process what he just said, is that what you and Jensen were up to that morning Jared? 🤣

Who does Jensen think would win in a fight between his new character Sheriff Beau in Big Sky, Dean, Soldier Boy, Michael!Dean, or demon!Dean? And who does Jared think would win in a fight between Sam and Cordell?

Jared says, Sam would kick Cordell’s ass. He loves Cordell but he’s a bit of a softie he would not want to fight, but Sam’s like “I killed Lucifer, what are you gonna do to me?”.

Jensen says any mortal version of a character’s out so bye Dean and Beau. Demon!Dean has supernatural powers so goodbye Soldier Boy cause he’s just a tough guy with a bad attitude. At this point, Jared interjects and compliments his man saying Soldier Boy has great hair and great glutes which makes Jensen all bashful ❤️ 

Then Jensen continues and goes with Michael to win the fight because he thinks an archangel is probably top dog in that scenario. x

Canada related question: as boys growing up in Texas what was their impression of Canada when they were young? And was there something that really surprised them when they started living and working there? Jared says his impression of Canada was that it was a lot like America just a little nicer with more bears and moose but then getting to Canada and spending a lot of time in Van he was struck by how beautiful it is. He’s been fortunate to travel for work or for play but not a lot rivals walking along the Seawall in Vancouver; it's a beautiful place with really kind, passionate people, and that he’d never heard more about hockey in his life but it was a distinct honor and pleasure to consider Canada a second home.

Jensen says they do a thing in Texas, he’s not sure if they still do this but they’ll find out with their kids going through school, where an entire year is spent learning Texas history alone. And then they move on to US history, and the following year is world history so Canada got lumped into world history which is a lot to cover. So for him growing up, Canada was just the friendly neighbor to the north. But when he got there geography wise it struck him as interesting, and he might have the percentage wrong, that 90% of Canadians live right on the border of the US, which struck him because Canada is huge. Also, a large percentage of that 90% live below the northern border so if it’s looked at on a map most of the US is actually above where most Canadians live because it dips down in Ontario and a majority of the population is there; so he found the geography fascinating. He also mentions the people, and that he's made lifelong friends. I didn’t know this man had such a love of geography. 

Jensen also says that he and Jared can certainly consider it a second home, and his only complaint about working for so long in Van/Canada is that it wasn’t his home. x

Last question of the panel! If Jensen could be any character besides Soldier Boy who would he wanna be and why? 

Jensen says he wouldn’t be the Deep 😂 That he texted Chase on one of his (Jensen's) days off and asked him how work was and Chase replayed that honestly, he doesn't know if he’d be able to work again after doing what he’s doing 🤣

Jensen says he’s happy he’s got to play who he did and he certainly wouldn’t change it but if you take Soldier Boy off the table he’s a huge fan of Butcher who he feels is the extreme version of Dean; he’s what Kripke wanted to write Dean as but couldn’t, and Karl knocks it out of the park every take so it was an awesome experience. 

Jared mentions that he got a text from Kripke on his birthday saying he couldn’t believe he was 40 that he remembers thinking Jared was too young to play Sam now he’s too old; and that Kripke also asked him when he's gonna go play on the show (The Boys) and Jared replied he’d love to he just has to do 4 months of squats cause he knows Kripke will show his ass. I would love, love, love to see Jared on The Boys so 🤞 the schedules can line up and it'll happen. x

J2 Gold Panel Torcon