#i just wanted to draw my boys angelo and michael

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snack shopping :3

bonus doodle:

don’t binge on sweets, kids!

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For your brainwash au, do we get so see exactly how Donnie got captured by Kendra? And would this au be a full comic or just bits and pieces here and there? (Not pressuring just curious) Love the au and I hope you’re having a good day! :)

Don’t know why, but I felt like writing this part out instead of drawing it! (Sorry for bad grammar. I wrote this lying in bed, sleep deprived and did no editing)

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The sad, pained look on his little brother’s face is enough to set off that dark protective fire in Donatello’s belly. And Michael has been a tiny storm of negative emotions since Leo slapped the small cast on his ankle. Donnie may not be able to pick apart and decipher all of the subtitles his brother is feeling right now, but he knows he’s in pain, and that’s enough.

“How many strips of bacon do you think we can get from Meat Sweat’s corpse?” Donnie ponders as he wraps an arm around his little brother’s shoulders, and carefully pulls him closer. Mikey lets out a quiet huff, but the joke doesn’t land the way Donnie had been hoping.

“Michael?”

“I’m okay,” Mikey assures. Then a hesitant second later adds, “it’s stupid.”

“Oh well if it’s stupid, allow me to grab ‘Nardo. He might be able to help you better.”

That gets the laugh he was looking for.

“I’m not in pain or anything. It’s just, tonight was the midnight signing of Joshua Bear’s new cook book. He’s a YouTuber chef that I’ve been following for years, and I went to his first release…I really wanted the second for my collection.”

Donatello does vaguely remember Angelo telling Raph something about this event last night, during dinner. He’d been so excited, and now he looks crushed at the idea of missing it.

“What if I went?” At the suggestion, Mikey’s face becomes brighter than a super nova, almost too bright for Donnie to stare at directly. It takes a moment for Michael to really calm down enough to speak.

“You’d really go wait in line for three hours? Just to get a book?” Donatello laughs at the question. Any opportunity in which his brothers were interested in the world of literature, no matter the subject (except maybe geology) was a time to be supportive.

Mikey pulls him in for a tight hug, and holds up his phone to snap a picture of them. Donnie snorts and slides out of his little brother’s hammock, careful not to disturb it too much. Mikey is already bouncing enough that he’s in danger of falling out.

“Yes, yes. Sing my praises on all your media socials. Let the world know how I’m your favorite older sibling!” Mikey drops the phone to his chest and holds his arms up, practically vibrating for one more hug. Donnie complies. He’s long given up maintaining his bad boy image when it’s just the two of them.

“You’re the best, Donnie! Really!” The words do a hell of a job replacing that previous fury he’d been harboring, the smile and warmth coming from Mikey, now fully restored. The proper order of the universe righted with a simple solution. This was what he loved most about being a brother. Fixing his siblings problems, in any way he could. And if healing the broken bone outright was (for now) out of his control—at least he could do this.

Donnie glances at his watch and notes he should get going if the turn out is going to be as big as Angelo predicts. He sneaks past the living room where he can hear his other two brethren yelling over a game of Mario Kart. He has zero interest in either of his brothers tagging along. He loves them, but neither are suited to standing in a long line for hours. For the last Jupiter Jim reboot, Donatello was seconds away from a double fratricide before they were even allowed into the theater.

Besides. He’s practically 18 (in four months). He can run up to the surface for a few hours, without having to call upon the archaic buddy system.

———

He’s in line for about an hour, when he sees suspicious movement out the corner of his eye. A young woman, parting the line a little ways ahead from where he stands, walks quickly into the closest alley. That alone might be no cause for alarm—maybe it’s a short cut. But the tall, hooded creep trailing after her, has his metaphorical hackles rising. It’s a clear case of sinister intentions. He quickly glances around to see if anyone else has witnessed this, but he’s the only one who seems to be showing any type of concern. Typical New York.

“What a town” Donnie sighs. He doesn’t bother asking the old man behind him to save his spot, seeing as he’s practically at the end of the line, and quickly races to the alley to play hero.

It’s a deep one, the lights of the street not quite hitting all the eerie nooks and crannies. Plenty of blind spots.

“Hello there? Stalker and or damsel in distress? Is anyone in need of assistance? Anyone hopefully bear maced and in need of a being escorted to the nearest precinct?”

No answer.

The non-existent hairs on Donnie’s arms stand straight up. Just as he’s reaching for his ninpo to materialize a bo-staff, something thick wraps around his neck from behind. The arm is almost as big as Raphael’s, if lacking in the muscle department.

But before his can break the hold, the solid feeling of a needle slides into the meat of his neck and something rushes into his veins. Within seconds he’s released and stumbling from the lack of support.

Someone is talking to him. It takes a second of his gaze bouncing around to pick them out. Mildly embarrassing, considering they’re standing right in front of him now. Out of all the colors popping in and out of his vision, Donnie only just catches the same turquoise hoodie that seemed to belong to the unassuming young woman.

A honey pot trap, he realizes, stumbling and falling pathetically backwards on his own ass.

He sees pink hair and is almost relieved, if humiliated. With all their enemies, the Purple Dragons are D tier. But the chances he can free himself before his brothers even notice his absence is high. Just the thought of the savage teasing he would be forced to endure if his brothers found out—Donatello is not eager to hear any of it.

As the nauseating colors finally bleed away, and start to leave black growing in their wake, Donatello swears to cause a big explosion on his way out.

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Summary of everything we’re allowed to know about the separated au 👉👈?

Also what is Leo’s relationship with Hueso and how does it differ from the series? What about Hueso jr 👀?

Ok so this post is gonna be long it’s basically: really brief summary, second half of the ask, then a more in depth summary with no spoilers.

First Question: The boys are separated after Lou rescues them from Draxum’s lab, found by Hueso, April, the Foot and Big Mama. They’re all raised apart and end up meeting. Splinter agrees to help them defeat the Shredder. They beat him, become a little crime fighting team, then the Krang stuff happens.

Second Question: Leo sees Hueso as his father and Hueso sees Leo as his son. Honestly their banter is very punny vs dry humor like in canon, but everything else I am actively making up as I go. Just know that they are father and son and Hueso would die for Leo. Hueso Jr is now Piel’s son who does not have a name, but is Leo’s cousin.

Long Summary time-

Draxum kidnaps Lou Jitsu, who was previously in the Battle Nexus as Big Mama’s champion. The turtles get mutated with his DNA like usual, Raph gets dropped first just outside Draxum’s now exploded lab, and on his way out of the Hidden City Lou drops Leo. Mikey gets dropped just outside of where he exits, but Lou is barely able to pay attention now as he is very painfully being turned into a rat. Donnie is the last one to be dropped, near the O’Neil’s apartment complex. Lou ends up retreating to the sewers with a few other mutants Draxum was experimenting on, most notably my version of Leatherhead.

Donatello “Donnie” Franklin O’Neil is 14 when the au starts. Donnie is the first to actually be found, despite being the last to be dropped. April finds him on a walk outside and begs her parents to let her keep him. He’s raised alongside April as her brother once they realize he can speak and is growing at the same rate if not faster than April. He goes to school like a normal kid, they just tell everyone he’s got a skin disease and that’s why he is green. He’s not able to make all of his tech, and isn’t trained at all like the other three, which leaves him vulnerable.

Galileo “Leo” Hueso is 14 when the au starts. Leo is the next to be found by Hueso (who is named Eric in this after his VA, full name Eric Hueso) who takes him back to his pirate ship. He’s part of a crew with his brother and a few others. They all work together to raise Leo, but Leo is closest with Eric and they have a father-son bond. Leo’s first few years- about until he is 11- are spent on the pirate ship. Once his dad becomes an outlaw in the Hidden City they move to the surface and open Run of the Mill Pizza, which caters to both yokai and humans. I can elaborate on this if anyone wants. Leo becomes a vigilante in his free time.

“Big” Red aka Raphael Hamato is 15 when the au takes place. He’s found by Big Mama’s right hand who was sent to retrieve Lou Jitsu. Instead, they find Red and bring him back to Big Mama. Insert plot device so she’s aware Lou Jitsu’s DNA is in Red and she starts raising him as her and Lou’s son. Raph is the only one aware Splinter is their dad. He starts training for the Battle Nexus when he’s 10, first fight at 12 where he gets his scar and nickname, remains the Nexus Champion until [spoilers].

Michael “Mikey” Angelo Jones is 13 at the start of the au. Mikey is the last to be found by his uncles, Rob and Maurice, who are having troubles training their next recruits. They start training Mikey in the mindset of him being their weapon, but as soon as they adopt Casey as well they start treating the two more like family. Mikey isn’t super devoted to the Foot, as he feels a bit of disconnect from them. He’s unlocked his nimpo, but his family just think it’s something mutant related.

I can’t explain anything further into the plot because I really want to draw this stuff, but the Shredder, Big Mama and the Krang will be their biggest problems. Draxum is against them briefly, but far less than in the show.

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Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: I lied -Danny Words: 2,762 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter /Next Chapter Listen to: 'Girls Like You' -by The Naked And Famous

XXX: It's Been (0) Days Since I Almost Died

Ara's parents leave her at camp for New Year's. Lily welcomes her on the hill, along with the Stolls and Nico Di Angelo.

"You piece of sh—" Ara tries to reach for his throat but Lily gets in the way.

"Hey! It's my birthday and you know the rules!"

"I want my dino back!"

"I've no idea what she's talking about," the boy smirks.

"I'm gonna feed you to my lion."

"Mrs. O'Leary and Pollo both said they like me more."

Ara gasps. "Take that back!"

"You know what, Ara, why don't you take a walk?" Travis suggests. "And maybe, by the time you come back to the Big House, your T-Rex will be right where you left it. Right, Nico?"

"Unlikely."

"Nico!" Lily berates him in Italian, to which he replies with an eye-roll.

"Okay. Yeah, maybe."

Ara flips off Nico before leaving, she doesn't want to do this, but if that's what it takes to save her dino, then she's got no choice. The girl walks into the forest and quickly loses track of time. 

"...or a raccoon."

Ara stops, there's a group of people a few feet ahead of her.

"With no toes?" 

"Piper? What do you think?" 

The girl scoffs. "Just because I'm Native American doesn't mean I can track furniture through the wilderness—'Yes, kemosabe. A three-legged table passed this way an hour ago.' Heck, I don't know."

"Okay, jeez!"

"It's probably a table. Which means Buford went across this stream." 

"You lost a table?" Ara's voice startles the trio.

"Holy crap!" Leo lands on his butt. "How are you so quiet?"

She points at the tracks. "A table did that?"

A young nature spirit—Ara thinks it's Brooke—comes out of the stream in front of them. 

"Could you be any louder? They'll hear you!"

"Are you a naiad?" Leo asks, not caring about the warning. 

"Shh! They'll kill us all! They're right over there!" 

Ara seizes her compass. "What's out there, Brooke?"

"Brooke the brook?" Jason asks with a grin, Piper hits his leg. 

"Okay, Brooke. I'm Piper. We won't let anyone harm you. Just tell us who you're afraid of." 

Brooke approaches with wide eyes. "I'm glad you're back, Ara. It's my crazy cousins. None of us is safe! Now go away. I have to hide!"

Brooke vanishes and Ara pinches the bridge of her nose. "I literally just got here."

"Crazy cousins?" Piper turns to her. "Any idea what she was talking about?" 

"No, but crazy for a Greek is probably way off the rails."

"Maybe we should keep our voices down," Jason suggests.

"We have to follow the trail," Leo insists. "I mean... we're heroes and stuff. We can handle whatever it is. And Ara's back, so that doubles our chances!"

"Right," Ara turns her compass into Almighty. Jason and Piper draw out their weapons and stand next to her, she looks at Leo and raises a brow. "Still no weapon?"

"I don't need 'em," Leo points vaguely at them. "I brought these two with me and now you're here."

She sighs. "Just tell me what's going on..."

The only good thing about this is that Leo is so caught up in his mess that he's not acting weird around Ara. She's kind of glad Buford ran away. Leo thought she'd get angry, but honestly? She would've made the same mistake, so she's quite understanding. 

"Oh," Piper whispers, stopping dead in her tracks. "This isn't good." 

"Why?"

"It's bad luck to be here," Jason explains, but to Ara, it suddenly sounds like it's coming from behind a wall. "This is the battle site."

"What battle?"

"I told you," Ara speaks, unmoving. "The Battle of the Labyrinth." 

Leo grimaces. "Oh... Great. Buford had to run to the most dangerous part of the woods. He couldn't just, like, run to the beach or a burger shop."

Ara remembers the carnage with ample clarity: the way her clothes ended up bloodstained and muddy after carrying the dead campers out of here. She remembers Michael's vow, and—

"Does Buford have a round tabletop with little steam vents sticking up on one side?" Piper asks.

"How did you know?"

"Because he's right over there."

Ara tries to snap out of her war flashbacks. "Oh... good."

"That was easy," Jason tries to walk to the other end of the clearing but Leo stops him.

"Someone's coming!"

"Leo—"

"Shh!" The boy drags them behind what used to be Zeus's fist. 

A bunch of girls skip into the clearing looking very much wasted. "They're just nymphs, Leo," Piper says, but Leo's eyes widen as she tries to stand and keeps her down.

"Crazy cousins!" He reminds them.

"Are they drunk?" Jason asks under his breath. 

A drakon slips into the scene and growls at the nymphs, but they keep giggling and fooling around like they don't care at all. 

"We've got to help them," Piper urges them. "They'll be killed!" 

"No," Ara frowns. No nymph would be so stoic about a drakon crashing their slumber party. "Let's wait."

"Ara, those are just—"

"Be quiet!" She interrupts Jason. "Stay hidden, that's an order."

It doesn't take long before her suspicions get confirmed. One of the girls approaches the creature asking if he's Dionysus, the drakon tries to burn her, and they skin the beast alive like it's a piñata.

"I saw something like this once," Ara gulps. "In that spooky movie with the clown..."

"IT?" Jason asks hoarsely.

"Oh, gods," Piper covers her eyes in terror. "Oh, gods!"

"I read about these nymphs," Leo says, trying to keep it together. "They're followers of Dionysus. I forget what they're called—" 

"Maenads," Piper continues, pressing closer to Ara. "I've heard of them. I thought they only existed in ancient times. They attended Dionysus's parties. When they got too excited..." 

"We have to get out of here," Jason concludes. 

"But they're between us and Buford! And we've only got—" Leo looks at his watch. "Thirty minutes to get the syncopator installed!" 

"Maybe I can fly us over to Buford?" Jason offers, but after a while, he gives up. "I don't know... the air feels agitated. Maybe those nymphs are messing things up. Even the wind spirits are too nervous to get close." 

"That's encouraging," Ara mutters.

"We should call Pollo."

"He's not going anywhere near those girls! They make sirens look stupid!"

"We'll have to retreat to the woods, then. If we can skirt around the Maenads—" 

"Hello!" 

Ara lets out a high-pitched scream that Leo is quick to muffle with his hand. The maenad continues like nothing's going on. 

"Are you Dionysus?" 

"Yes!" Leo pipes in quickly. "Absolutely. I am Dionysus." 

He pulls Ara up and places her between him and the crazy girls. Ara's grip tightens around her sword.

"Wonderful! My lord Dionysus? Really?" 

"Um, Lord Dionysus, what are you doing?" Piper stands behind them with the dagger in hand.

"Everything's cool! The Maenads are my attendants. I love these guys."

"Lord Dionysus, are these three sacrifices for the party? Should we rip them to pieces?" 

"No, no! Great offer, but, um, you know, maybe we should start small. With, like, introductions."

"Surely you remember me, my lord. I am Babette," the girl raises a brow.

"Um, right!" Leo gulps. "Babette! Of course." 

She continues to introduce the rest of the girls and Ara studies them making quick assessments. These are a bunch of nymphs that would make Samara Morgan go back to her creepy VHS and never look back. It doesn't look well for them.

"An interesting form you've chosen, my lord," Babette examines Leo uncomfortably close to his face. "Youthful. Cute, I suppose. Yet... somewhat scrawny and short." 

"Scrawny and short?" Ara sees his eye twitch. "Well, you know. I was going for cute, mostly."

"So, my lord," Babette grazes Leo's arm with her fingertips and Ara has to suppress the urge to slap them away. "Where have you been? We've searched for so long!" 

"Where have I—? Oh, you know! I've been doing, um, wine stuff. Yeah. Red wine. White wine. All those other kinds of wine. Love that wine. I've been so busy working—" Ara shakes her head frantically to shut him up.

"Work! Work!" The Maneads echo his words with horror. "Work! Sacrilege! Kill work!" 

"He means partying!" Piper corrects him. "Partying! Lord Dionysus has been busy partying all over the world. He's been teaching the daughter of Olympus how to live life! Right, Ara?"

The girl elbows her and Ara coughs out. "S-Sure! He's the man!" 

"Yeah! Ha-ha. Partying. Right. I've been so busy partying." 

"Who is this one, my lord? A recruit for the Maenads, perhaps?" 

"Oh. She's my, uh, party planner."

"What a shame," Babette is clearly the smart one of the group, which annoys Ara. "We can't allow mortals to witness our sacred revels."

"But I could be a recruit!" Piper insists. "Do you guys have a website? Or a list of requirements? Er, do you have to be drunk all the time?" 

"Drunk! Don't be silly. We're underage Maenads. We haven't graduated to wine yet. What would our parents think?"

"You have parents?" Jason pushes one of the Maenads away from him. "So... what are you guys drinking if it isn't wine?"

"The beverage of the season! Behold the power of the thyrsus rod! Eggnog!" Babette slams her staff against the ground and makes a geyser of the liquid burst out from there.

"You're... drunk on eggnog?" Piper wrinkles her nose.

"It's New Year's Eve," Ara points out plainly, as if that would mean anything to crazy people.

The conversation backfires to their detriment.

"Hey, um, Dionysus... maybe we should talk. Like, in private. You know... about party stuff?" Jason tries.

"We'll be right back! Just wait here, you guys. Okay?"

"No, you will stay," Babette glares at Leo. "You do not act like Dionysus. Those who fail to honor the god, those who dare to work instead of partying—they must be ripped apart. And anyone who dares to impersonate the god, he must die even more painfully." 

"Wine! Did I mention how much I love wine?" 

"If you are the god of parties, you will know the order of our revelries. Prove it! Lead us!" 

Ara raises her sword slashing at the air sideways to force the nymphs to backtrack. She also uses her charmspeak. "Step back!"

While the nymphs stumble to get away, Piper shouts "Pollo!" at the top of her lungs, and the Nemean lion runs into the scene roaring like crazy. He tackles a few drunk girls in the process, and Ara jumps on his back.

"Hop in!"

"Kill the unbelievers!" Babette snarls. 

Leo grabs a bottle from his belt and throws the contents on the girls. He summons balls of fire and hurls them at the group while the lion takes them away. 

The nymphs, of course, are unbothered by this. One of them lifts a rock from what was formerly Zeus's fist and chucks it in their general direction. "Veer left!" Leo shouts.

Ara pulls Pollo's mane to the side and makes him leap between trees. The lion is fast, but the girls have inhuman speed too, and they're not far behind. 

"How do we beat them?!" Jason screams. "They're immune to fire—They're super strong." 

"We can't kill them," Piper replies. 

"There has to be a way!" Leo says. 

"No. We can't kill them!" Piper insists, holding onto Ara's waist. "Anyone who kills a Maenad is cursed by Dionysus. Haven't you read the old stories? People who kill his followers go crazy or get morphed into animals or... well, bad stuff." 

"Worse than letting the Maenads rip us to shreds? That's just great," Jason scoffs, trying not to slip off Pollo's back. "So we have to stop them without killing them. Anyone got a really big piece of flypaper?"

"A net!" Ara exclaims. "I can make one!"

Pollo stops and they hide behind a large tree, the Maneads seem to have momentarily lost track of them. 

"We have twenty minutes until Bunker Nine explodes," Piper announces as she slips off the lion's back.

"It's impossible."

"We're dead."

"Shut up," Ara rummages through her backpack. "Deadlines are my favored stimuli and this one sure is deadly. Leo, I need..." She lists several items that he's quick to pull out from his belt. Five minutes later she's got a shrinking net-trap ready to go. "Beckendorf's finest."

"You're amazing," Leo stares at it and then at her like he can't believe she's real. Ara's creation has given him an idea. "I've got it! Jason, Ara, you'll have to find Buford. You know which way he went. Circle back and find him, then bring him to the bunker, quick!"

"What about you two?" 

"We're going to lead the Maenads out of your way," Leo takes the trap from Ara's hand. "Straight to Bunker Nine."

"Excuse me, but isn't Bunker Nine about to explode?" Piper questions.

 "Yes, but if I can get the Maenads inside, I have a way to take care of them!"

"Even if you can, we'll still have to find Buford and get the syncopator back to you in twenty minutes, or you, Piper, and a dozen crazy nymphs will blow up."

"Jason, seriously, it's like you don't know us," Ara raises a brow. "We're masters of unlikely."

"Trust us," Leo checks his watch again. "And it's nineteen minutes now." 

"I love this plan," Piper grabs Jason and kisses him. "In case I explode. Please hurry."

Ara climbs back onto Pollo and pulls Jason up behind her. "Good luck!"

As they rush up the hill, she glances at Jason over her shoulder and frowns. Before she can even ask, he blabs out an explanation. "Yeah, we started dating last week—look where we're going!"

"I can't believe I missed that!" She pouts. "Did you get thrown into the lake? That's the tradition here, you know?"

"Yeah, Piper's siblings took care of it," he snorts. "I'm sorry, Ara, this isn't how we wanted to welcome you back."

"No worries, I've had worse welcomes," Ara admits, though she's enjoying herself a lot.

"Just hug the table!"

"Don't yell at me!" Jason screams back.

Ara's holding him by the waist while Pollo takes them to the bunker. Buford wasn't that hard to find but it is quite sneaky for a table. Jason had to seize it in a deadlock and now he's trapped in that position while the girl drags him and Buford like ragdolls through the forest.

Pollo storms into the bunker and Jason drops the table as soon as they enter, causing it to slide across the floor making a screeching noise that hurts their ears. Ara drops Jason and jumps off her lion stumbling over her feet. 

"Watch the cage!" She orders her pet as she runs past the trapped Maneads.

Leo hugs his table. "I'm so sorry, Buford. I promise I'll never take you for granted again. Only Lemon Pledge with extra-moisturizing formula, my friend. Anytime you want it!"

"We've got two minutes left!" Piper informs them, lifting Jason off the ground.

Ara moves Leo out of the way and opens Buford's drawer. Leo runs ahead and guides her to the combustion chamber. "Help, Hephaestus!" She pleads out loud.

Leo opens a lid once and Ara quickly places the syncopator in position. She seizes tubes and connects them to it as fast as she can with Leo's help. When they finish, she closes the chamber and keeps her hands on the lid, as if fearing it will snap open.

"Guys?" Jason calls from outside, he can't see them.

"Hold on!" Leo responds. "Hey, you're glowing!"

"What?" Ara looks down.

The combustion chamber starts abruptly, the engine roars to life and drops into a steady purring. Leo places his hand on the surface to make sure everything's working, but Ara's the one who speaks.

"No clusters or leaking. Might need to stabilize it properly by hand 'cause some liquids are out of sync," she says, her palms remaining firmly placed on the lid.

The boy stares at her in surprise. "How do you know?"

"He blessed me!" She gasps and looks back at him. "Your dad blessed me!"

"No way!" Leo holds her by the shoulders. "How does it feel?"

"Amazing!" The girl holds him in the same way, her adrenaline is off the charts and it's making her feel more alive than ever, she feels like she can conquer the world. "I'm so glad Nico stole my T-Rex!"

"No idea what that means!" Leo looks at her with pride, his brown eyes softening as he speaks. "I don't care what Hercules and Achilles did to get their titles, you're still my favorite."

Ara kisses him. Leo makes a weird noise and flames erupt from the top of his head, but Ara doesn't move, she can't feel the heat. Buford bumps into her and makes her lose balance, she breaks the kiss and holds onto Leo's forearms to steady herself.

"Guys?" Piper speaks up. "What's that noise? Is it working?"

"Y-Yeah!" Leo replies, keeping Ara in place. "That's the sound of an engine not exploding!"

He faints abruptly, dragging her along.

"Holy—!" Ara tries to stand and pull him back up but fails. "Jason!"

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[moonlightlullaby]

just like magic

summary: Reader has a card up their sleeve, leaving Spencer intrigued, flustered and impressed.

pairing: Spencer x gn! non-BAU! Rossi’s offspring!Reader

category: fluff 

A/N: this is one of the first gn!reader pieces that I’ve written, so please let me know if I’ve slipped up somewhere!

word count: 2.5k

No sooner had I opened the glass door leading to my dad’s “humble” backyard than Henry’s and Jack’s fresh and joyous laughter filled my ears and warmed my heart. The sight that accompanied it only adding to my gleeful state, making my heart soar and melt instantly.

Spencer Walter Reid, the bright young Doc who I’ve known - and had a patent crush on - for nearly six years now, is entertaining the kids with a magic trick. I can’t help the smile that splatters on my face as I watch the scene unfold.

“Here, angelo mio.” my dad caresses my back as his other hand offers me a glass of wine. I take it and we clink our glasses together before making our way to the cozy wooden picnic table where his other colleagues are chatting. On our way, I go off-track and get closer to the sweet magician and adorable kids. “Hello, boys!” I extend my free hand, high-fiving both of them as they harmonize a “Hi” back to me. At Spencer, I flash a smile and wink and, without waiting for his reaction, I turn around and soothe Jack’s hair as I begin distancing myself. 

“Oh what a sight for sore eyes! Y/N, you look fantastic! As always I mean…” in her very own manner that never gets old, Pen is the first to greet me, clapping in excitement and giving me a home-like hug. “Oh please! Have you looked at yourself in the mirror?” she waves her hand and rolls her eyes in a way that tells me both to stop tooting her horn and to keep the compliments going, making me giggle. “And I’ve said this before, but I’ll do it again. You need to show me where you’ve bought these rings, P.”

“Oh! I have an idea,” JJ chimes in. “we should go shopping tomorrow!” by the time she finishes her sentence, I - along with Penelope, Prentiss and Tara - am nodding my head fervorously. “I’ll take you up on that one.” Em voices what all of us are thinking.

“I mean, unless a case pops up…” JJ drags it out, contorting her lips. “We won’t,” Hotch reassures everyone. “these past two weeks have been hectic and we all have overworked ourselves. You deserve the weekend off.” to which Derek, Tara and my dad, in sync, raise their glasses.

“So, ladies,” Derek hugs me, grinning. “where are we going tomorrow?” 

“We? Oh my chocolate thunder! Much as this pains me,” Pen places a hand over her chest to fuel the scene with more drama. “you’re not invited.”, which earns gasps and scoffs from him.

I lean my head on his shoulder, giving his hand two taps. “Yeah, Derek. Sorry,” I turn my face to him. “but, how are we supposed to have boy talk with you there?” the girls nod along in agreement and he smirks. 

“Boy talk, hun?” 

The thing is, Derek - much like every other person in the team... well, almost everyone - is well aware of my not-so-subtle crush on his oblivious friend and he never spares me some teasing. Thankfully, before he can take his teasing any further, I’m saved by the bell - and by the bell, I mean Henry and Jack. 

“Y/N/N, Y/N/N!” knowing how much I love magic, Henry starts pulling me towards Spencer, giving me only a second to hand my glass to Derek. “Look at this! Spencer, do it again, do it again!” 

“Yes, show Y/N the cool trick!” Jack says energetically after waving me over.

Spencer smiles at me, giving us a small nod, and turns his back to us to prepare himself for the show. I sit crisscross next to the giddy boys, feeling thrilled myself. “Alright,” Spencer turns around, observing his audience and clasping his hands together. “are you ready?” 

“Yes!” we eagerly respond in unison. 

“Y/N, I know you’re very fond of magic yourself.” I hum in agreement. “So, are you familiar with th- oh! Wait,” he furrows his brows and narrows his eyes, scanning my face for a millisecond. “what is this?” he steps closer to me, kneeling slightly and reaching for my face. The boys get more agitated and giggle. “This what?” I look back and forth between the magician and them, who immediately cover their mouths trying to conceil their giggles and to keep any secrets from escaping. “Excuse me.” Spencer mumbles before placing his hand on the side of my neck. 

This simple gesture - a shy touch, a brief moment of intimacy - is enough to make my heart skip a bit, and I’m sure Spencer notices the sudden change in my pulse because his gaze momentarily leaves the side of my face to my eyes before travelling back to its original spot.

“This.” suddenly, I feel a ghost-like touch on the back and side of my neck, and, ahead of me, all I see is Spencer pulling an endless thin colorful - scarf-looking - cloth. I can’t contain the laugh and loud snort that escape my lips, inciting the boys, Spencer and even the grown-ups over there to burst into laughter as well. 

By the time the entire cloth is out, my belly and cheeks ache and a tear is found in the corner of my eye. “Impressive, Doc! Very impressive as always.” he grins in return.

“Your turn, Y/N! Do a trick too, please” Jack suggests - well, orders basically since he knows I wouldn’t ever turn it down - and is backed up by an eager “yes!” from Henry. 

“Oh you also do tricks?” Spencer sounds less surprised that I do than that this fact was unknown to him. 

During some of my nights as Henry and Michael’s and/or Jack’s last-minute babysitter, I had to, in spite of how sweet and obedient they are, resort to desperate measures, such as magic tricks - some of which I’ve learned with the sole purpose of entertaining them. To Spencer, however, I’ve never had such opportunity. Not until now.

“Well, not as entertaining as yours, I’m sure, but yes.” I stand up, wiping bits of grass from my bottom.

“Umm, ok, I have a new one to show you, guys. I just… You wouldn’t have a deck of cards and a pen to lend me for a minute, would you?” 

“The pen, I don’t. The deck of cards, though,” he searches his pockets, pulling a standard - and well cared for - deck. “here.” he hands it to me.

“Thank you very much.” I cursty theatrically.

Jack runs back from God-knows-where with a black pen in hands. “Here, the pen. My dad said you could borrow it.” 

“Oh great! Thank you, Jack, and thank you, Aaron!” I raise my voice slightly at the end, nodding my head at Aaron and giving him a tight-lipped smile, which he mirrors.

“Okie, okie! Let’s start, shall we?” the boys exchange expectant glances and Spencer tilts his head, studying me and probably trying to predict my next moves. Hopefully, this will work. It’d be a shame failing in front not only of the boys - who, I’m sure, would never let me hear the end of it -, but also of Pretty Boy himself.

I shuffle the cards a little bit and open it, making a sort of fan with it and letting the faces and numbers face the ground. “Alright, boys, pick one card but don’t show it to me.” they both put their index fingers on the same card. “You can take it and let Spencer see.” the man standing to my left follows along and takes a peep at it. “Now, I want both of to draw whatever you feel like on it, ok? On the front.” 

As they take turns putting their art on the card, I turn to Spencer, who’s already got his curious eyes on me. “Be patient” mine tell him and he takes a sip of his wine.

“Done!” Henry looks up at me.

“Great, you can put it back on the stack then,” he does so. “Ok, now, to prove you I’m not cheating, Spencer’s going to shuffle the cards.” I hand them to him. “However you want and as many times as you wish.”

Once he’s done, I take them back. “So, now, I guarantee you the first card I show you is the exact one you’ve picked. Ready?” They nod along and I double-tap on the top of the stack. “Alright. This,” I lift the first card. “is your card.”

They immediately shake their heads negatively and my eyes go wide. “Wait, really?” Feeling Spencer smirking behind me, I turn the card to take a look at it. It really isn’t the one. “Shoot!” I exclaim disappointedly, sighing.

“No, no, it’s ok... It’s ok.” I quickly recompose myself. “The next will definitely be the right one.” with my eyes closed and my nose scrunched, I circle my free hand above the deck as if drawing in energy and conjuring magic. Double-tapping once more, I pull the card up, still not looking. 

When I open my eyes, I’m met with the boys’ scrunched noses and mischievous eyes as they, yet again, shake their heads no. “Oh no…”

This time, Spencer doesn’t even try conceiling his chuckle and has the audacity to comment “Oh, Y/N, you were too harsh on yourself earlier. This is much more entertaining than that little trick of mine.”, eliciting giggles from the kids. 

“No…” I pout. “Guys, have a little faith in me, please.”

I close my eyes and bring the cards, sandwiched between my palms, closer to my ear in an attempt to hear the magic somehow. “Oh!” I open my eyes. “Guys, come check this out!” with that, I pike their curiosity and they scoot closer to me. I turn the deck over, so all fronts are facing upwards, and open it completely. “The card is not here!” Henry gasps, noticing that their five of diamonds is missing. The boys take the cards from my hands and I fumble my fingers in the air as if trying to sense where their card is, humming in the process. 

“Ummm Jack, is there anything behind Henry’s ear?” The boy looks at me inquisitively and reaches for said spot. 

“Oh here!” he nearly shouts, pulling the missing five of diamonds and showing everyone. However, before anyone has the chance to celebrate my small victory, the absence of drawings on the card is brought up, shocking our spectators. “Where are our dinosaurs?” 

“Hey, Y/N, I hate being the party pooper,” ‘party pooper’? Coming from Dr. Spencer Walter Reid? Oh, this is news! “but it seems like you’ve just mixed two tricks and neither of them has worked.” Again, both boys laugh at it - at me -, siding with him.

“No, no, no! See, the thing about magic,” I narrow my eyes and tilt my head, gesticulating like the good Italian descendant my dad’s brought me up to be. “is that it requires a lot of concentration to work, and when you don’t focus enough on it, like I might have, it gets lost… Not completely lost, though! Uh, if we put our hearts to it, we can still find your dinosaurs, ok?” I crouch. “Can you help me out on this one?” I plead and extend my hands to them. They nod their heads and take my hands, we form something close to a circle, closing our eyes and letting magic speak. 

“Uh-oh! Oh, guys, I feel something!” 

“What is it?” and “Where are the dinosaurs?” are immediate and simultaneous reactions.

“Ummm, Spencer.” I turn to the man trying to contain his laughter at the scene that unfolds before his eyes. “Hm?” he tilts his head and raises his brows slightly, still smirking.

“Is there anything in your pockets right now?” 

“Aside from the silks, no.”

“Are you sure?” I tilt my head, contorting my lips a bit and squinting my eyes with curiosity, which he mirrors. He’s intrigued. Mission accomplished - I mean, not completely accomplished yet, but a success nonetheless.

“Well, you can check for yourself.” he opens his arms a little so I can inspect the inner pockets of his blazer. The right one is empty as expected. In the left one, my fingertips meet the colorful cloth and nothing else. 

“You’re right, Spencer.” I sigh “Only,” I start pulling the cloth out “the,” it’s now in the kids’ view “silks.” gasps and wows come from our audience. I turn to the two wide-eyed boys who are now rushing over to grab it from my hands. 

“How did you-?”

“It worked, Y/N! It worked!”

“This is so cool!”

I giggle, feeling Spencer’s baffled gaze switch between me and the dinousaur-printed cloth. I also hear applause coming from the rest of the team and a “they’ve beat Spencie at his own game! You go, love!” from the one and only Penelope Garcia. Glacing at the man in question, I catch him mouth agape, dazed eyes, and a smile threatening to take over his lips.

“Y/N/N, Y/N/N, can I keep it? It looks so pretty.” at this, I smile softly, shrugging a bit as I respond. “Well, it’s Spencer’s…” the three of us turn to the Good Doctor, who, pulled from his trance, nods vigorously and wets his bottom lip in the typical Spencer Reid style. “Yes. Definitely, Henry.” 

As the boys cheer, my dad, from the doorstep, catches everyone’s attention. “Dinner is ready, family.”

Strolling back to the house and quickly side-hugging JJ on the way, I sense a quite desperate, puzzled tall individual hot on my trail. In a breath, he catches up and starts walking side by side with me, causing me to smirk.

“How did you-” 

I don’t let him finish the much predictable question. “Oh, you don’t actually want to know the answer, Spencer.” while we cross the doorstep, I look at him from the corner of my eye, catching - once again - him already eyeing me. He opens his mouth before closing it and raises his hand before dropping it. In sympathy, I continue. “But, in case you do find yourself desperate for it, there’s something in your right pocket that might be helpful.” I can’t help smiling as the last words come out. And, without giving him the chance to question or ramble like he always does, I walk over to the dinner table, settling myself between Hotch and Tara.

As I sit down, I catch Spencer on the same spot I’ve left him, blushing as his brain processes - or at least tries to - what’s written on the little note. He quickly - yet carefully - folds it, puts it back in its original place, licks his lips once more - I wonder if he’s aware of how often he does that - and walks to the table. Our eyes lock and he smiles, in a slightly nervous - or is it excited? - way, taking his seat right across from mine.

Truth be told, Spencer’s known my number by heart for years now for I am my dad’s emergency contact. However, I was never the one to give it to him, just like he’s never been the one to call me. Hopefully, now that I’ve changed the former, the latter will also change.

[charbar59]

Hey people!!!! My name Charles or charlie you can call me whichever one you like, i still and have always lived in Chicago IL i will not disclose my age for that is irrelevant to you people (although you can guess i am not the oldest or the smartest person) i am fairly tall around 5″10 of Mexican and white descent and have a mostly brown skin complexion and a weight of 190 pounds or 86 KG,

THE REASON I STARTED THIS BLOG

I want people to know me to really see if people like me exist out there in the world or a nice discussion and goof around from time to time ..  To see different takes on life my life sometimes  just things in general whether that be somewhat small like music or on something more serious like emoticons or how you experience life and take it in and  i also see know point in not taking advantage of this opportunity well I am  alive and have the resources available for me to experience a thing such in life.

THINGS THAT Interest ME (PUT A NOTE DOWN THERE AND TELL ME WHAT INTEREST YOU I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW :)  I am almost into every genre of music from pop country rap all the way to alternative and folk. With that i like a lot of artiest from frank ocean lil Uzi vert boy Pablo again all the way to billy Joel old rock Spanish music Italian disco music. so i would say i am almost into every artist because i have not come across a profound amount of artist where i have not at least liked a handful of there songs. sorry if i come across like i am  trying to seem like i am better then anyone or pretentious i have no proper way of saying. YES I LIKE ALMOST EVERY ARTIST AND ALL TYPES OF MUSIC. without sounding like a complete liar or douche.  I AM into art almost every form and style  of art my taste in art follows my music. taste i write a lot poetry short story’s for most of my poetry is loved theme or tragic.  I read occasionally I wouldn't say i am book worm but i like reading the classic such things as (don Quixote my favorite book) Tom Sawyer, Ender’s game, The Odyssey things such as that i also enjoy coming of age books too like call me by your name. I draw also trying to get better at ill post more of my art as i post more on my Blog.  photography i  love it i take pictures everyday every picture post  my banner image and my profile pictures are all pictures i took. right now though i am very obsessed with the renascence era Michael Angelo old panting and drawings.  This is not everything i like but i am  sure you people do not want to hear everything so i will move on  (: THANKS FOR READING

IN REGARDS TO VERY SERIOUS FORMS OF DISCUSSION I WOULD LIKE TO BRING THEM UP AT A LATER TIME AND LATER DATE IN MY POST SO THAT EVERYONE MAY DISCUSS THEM ALSO SO I MAY INFORM YOU GUYS MORE ABOUT MYSELF. THIS IS JUST ME TELLING YOU WHO I AM THANK FOR READING  

[brancadoodles]

Hey you two! Thank you for messaging me! Sorry if I won’t answer you two individually, it’s just that you two bring similar points I’d like to use to say even more stuff bc I can’t shut up, apparently.

Lady with Caribbean family whose dad plays Overwatch: that’s so cool, i tried to show my mom how to play too (she chose Mei, because chubby) but didn’t have a lot of time to try. I hope your dad is happy with Baptiste!! He seems like a very Dad character, being a defender and a healer! DAD MATERIAL Y’ALL!! THE DAD ROSTER IS GROWING!

For starters, I just wanted to make clear to everyone that I’m not a black woman - far from it, in fact - and I’m not Caribbean nor do I have many connections to the region. So any black person, especially black women, and MOST ESPECIALLY Caribbean people/people from Caribbean descent, has a deeper knowledge of what I said in that take and I do not intend to take away any place of speech. I just thought it was convenient to at least introduce my thoughts from the position of someone who clearly remembers the 2010 Haiti earthquake (many of your were too young then) and who knows game development to a higher extent than most of the OW community. Also, before I got crazy with the gamer community acting mega entitled over stuff - more on that later.

That said, I gotta say a few things under the cut:

Fans - especially fans from demographics that have little or bad representation in mainstream games - have the right to want a character that represents their image, culture, and values, and that celebrates them. But no one is entitled to such characters when the game is made and controlled by a private capitalist company. The SJW (a word I’ll use as a shorthand for people who defend diversity and respect in the community bc I personally love the idea of us being warriors) OW community is usually pretty understanding, but there are many corners that seem to demand the addition of x or y type of character in the main cast. And Blizzard is not a pizzeria: they try to cater to general cries of the community, within viable time, but game development is a freaking complicated business with lots of flaws and variables.

For instance: the Overwatch creative team at the beginning was, in its majority, male and American white. Michael Chu is of Asian descent, and I know through stories that Blizzard has many female employees and is quite accepting and chill, but it’s still a major multiplayer US-centric Triple A game, and they wanted to cater to what is perceived to be the biggest public for those: young-ish white males. That ties in with their earnestness to try and make a diverse game with a diverse and respectful cast, but their probable lack of understanding of what exactly the public wanted at the moment - or in the next year, because - and I’ll make it bold to drill this into your minds - it takes from 6 months to one year to develop a new character from scratch until they’re added to the cast. Fucking understand this once and for all - game pipelines are very complicated. Again, this is not a pizza place - they have a lot of testing and planning to do and changing the pipeline to add one character before the other is unhealthy for the production.

Therefore, what sparked the creation of Baptiste was, with almost all certainty, the claims for black Mercy as shown in the Overwatch Artbook released around mid-2018. I can’t affirm what they were thinking when they discarded that concept in favor of barbie angel Mercy (ilu blondie), but my guess is that they thought it tied better with both the Valkyrie and the Guardian Angel concepts they were developing, as well as adding a woman of “conventional European beauty” (uuugh) so girls would be represented without rippling the waters too much - remember, she was a release hero, and they had no idea how well Overwatch would fare then. BUT when the community said they would WELCOME a black man as a nurturing support figure (*cough* dad), they reimagined "Angelo” as Baptiste.

Could they have released black Mercy boy back in 2016? Maybe, but 2016 isn’t 2018, and Mercy was developed way farther back than this. They wanted the game to work first, and they probably thought a lot of what they did was already super diverse (and it was).

Which brings us to a very important and often ignored point: Brands aren’t friends. Blizzard, as much as its team tries to be inclusive, is a privately owned company and Activision-Blizzard just laid off 800 workers this month alone. Corporations, as they are conceptualized and existing in the neoliberal panorama of the 2010′s, are billion-dollar socioeconomic psychopaths. That doesn’t mean that Jeff and the OW team is inherently bad or seeking profit - honestly, game workers don’t make that much money in comparison to the administrative positions, and Jeff is very much just a designer -, but it does mean that they are held by the company straps to generate enough capital to keep the machine running, PLUS profit for the execs.

Add to that the fact that the senior members of the OW team have started working in the 1900′s/2000′s, when gAMeR CuLTuRe was being sedimented, and so a lot of the previous concepts of what should be done in a big budget game to appease to the “main audience” are still at play in their minds: simply put, they aren’t millennials, and our culture changes a lot from one year to another. When they release Baptiste, the community is already claiming for a black woman stranger than ever, but remember that it wasn’t THAT blatant in July last year before Hammond (who was a passion project in the works for 4 years) and Ashe (who was an original character for the short film the team fell in love with and decided to add) - it kinda started picking up after Moira and esp Brigitte.

Does that leave them out of the hook? No, of course not. Keep complaining. They’ve already proved they were listening with Baptiste here. I seriously believe that one of the next 3 releases will be a black woman like we are all asking, because they’re seeing that’s something the audience wants. Black people are historically entitled to fair and plentiful representation all around, especially in mainstream media, but it’ll hardly happen in current capitalist culture unless it’s proven to be profitable. No company serves its community, it serves itself using the community - the value said community draws from it is what us, consumers, consider important, but no brand is required to be loyal to us. It could be that Jeff and Michael are begging to the producers to let them add a black woman from the start, and the producers say their hands are tied because their research say black women don’t play games and players don’t care - we’ll never know. We can only tell Blizzard “Hey, Baptiste is really great, big leap you made here, next time black woman okay? We need a black woman.”

(To be completely fair, they should hire black women to the creative team just as is, and make the team even more diverse (I may be wrong but I don’t see a lot black people, not even a lot of Latino people, when the team is seen). Making diverse people part of the team doesn’t mean we’ll get so-and-so character, but it adds a flavor that American white males in their 30s and 40s don’t have. But that’s another discussion for another day)

Now, to wrap this up, a message for gamers who say “you’re complaining too much there’s no diversity are you blind half the cast is non-white” oh yea and ALL NONWHITE PEOPLE ARE THE SAME RIGHT???? WE ALL THE SAME. I’M BRAZILIAN I NECESSARILY AM FROM RIO AND PLAY FOOTBALL (it’s football) AND SAMBA. BLACK MEN ARE THE SAME AS BLACK WOMEN AND BLACK PEOPLE ARE ALL THE SAME EVERYWHERE. YES. OF COURSE. THAT’S HOW DIVERSITY WORKS THAT’S PRETTY MUCH THA go get a Viper shot up your ass in Capture the Flag it’s not my place to educate you on capital D Diversity, because diversity means there are a lot of takes in play. Diversity isn’t “nonwhite”, like white is a default. IT ISN’T.

So yea now I’m off to draw shippy art of Baptiste with everyone and family art too my God I love him so much you have no idea.

Also, brands aren’t friends, destroy the establishment, be aggressive but respectful, and the best fans are the ones who want the property getting better and make it better through their own creativity. Peace.

[fabletally-moved]

tell us a bit about your ocs!

ooH BOY UH I’ll talk a little about Chris, Angelo and Michael since they’re like my mains right now ghfhkfk (I have over 200+ OCs so it would be impossible to talk about all of them)

Chris, the crystal ball, likes to appear as if they have their shit together on the outside but they’re really just a disaster. They carry around a red marker (the lid for which they always seem to lose) and draw on their face and arms. In their bag they also have a handkerchief (To wipe off the marker) and an old pair of shears to cut more flowers for their constant flower crown. Their body is invisible, but it is in fact there! Their legs are also absurdly long.

Angelo, the lamp post, is a disaster on all fronts. He and Michael are distant cousins, but they have a very sibling kind of relationship. I got lazy with this doodle BUT he usually has clouds around his head which get thicker the more he get’s lost in his thoughts, or just thinks in general. The more angry/excited he gets, the brighter the lamp burns. If he’s upset, the light will go dim, and if he has a depressive episode, it burns out completely. Angelo makes most of his clothes himself! He deemed his regular hoodie a failure, as the hood and sleeves are far too big, but he still wears it pretty much all the time because it’s comfortable. In true disaster gay fashion, Angelo has a crush on his best friend, Jacques.

(Now here’s where I got too tired to doodle so. Sorry Michael)

Michael, the, uh... Look, I know he looks like a grill, I SWEAR HE’S NOT. He’s just a weird halogen lamp. Michael’s the one who keeps the two disasters in check. He’s the manager of a library where the three of them always hang out. Michael gets frustrated easily, and he’s very no nonsense. He’s the kind of guy who just wants to lay on the couch in his apartment and do absolutely nothing. When he gets angry, his head heats up (which causes people to call him a grill. That only seems to make him angrier) and burns brighter. Michael wanted to be a writer when he was a child, but he never got published. He settles for working as the library’s manager, though the topic of his failure as an author is a very sore spot for him.

[timeladyviictorious]

LGBTQ+ Book List

I work in a library, and I’m pretty good at finding LGBT+ books. My boyfriend @another-broken-heart-cafe , who works with me, has also found quite a few. I finally decided to make an organized list of those and any others I could think of for anyone who’s looking for these kinds of books. I’ve sorted them the best I can and separated them to make what you want as easy to find as possible. There is an adult category, a teen/YA category, and a child category. I’ve read a few of these, but not many, so there’s probably going to be mistakes. I looked up every individual book to organize them the best I could (which took a while because this list currently has 140 books, if I counted correctly). If you find a mistake, just let me know and I’ll fix it in the next update. I plan to make updates occasionally as I find more. Feel free to add on any LGBT+ books you want!

Key

# - First in a series

* - Manga

ADULT

 Novels

Amberlough by Lara Elena Donnelly [Gay] # It Takes Two to Tumble by Cat Sebastian [Gay] The One by John Marrs [Gay] A Single Man by Christopher Isherwood [Gay] The Arrangement by Felice Stevens [Gay] The Intern by John S. Daniels [Gay]

She Rises by Kate Worsley [Lesbian] Karen Memory by Elizabeth Bear [Lesbian] # Stray City by Chelsey Johnson [Lesbian] First Position by Melissa Brayden [Lesbian] Wishing on a Dream by Julie Cannon [Lesbian] Sidebar by Carsen Taite [Lesbian] A More Perfect Union by Carsen Taite [Lesbian] Love in the Stacks by Cara Malone [Lesbian] Falling Gracefully by Cara Malone [Lesbian] Camp Rewind by Meghan O'Brien [Lesbian] No More Pretending by Bette Hawkins [Lesbian] Built to Last by Aurora Rey [Lesbian] Summer's Cove by Aurora Rey [Lesbian] The Daughters of Palatine Hill by Phyllis T. Smith [Lesbian?]

Goddess by Kelly Gardiner [Bi/Pan/Poly?] Enigma Variations by André Aciman [Bi/Pan/Poly?] Oola by Brittany Newell [Bisexual]

Adverbs by Daniel Handler [?] Queer by William S. Burroughs [?]

Confessions of the Fox by Jordy Rosenberg [Transgender, FTM] Bad Boy by Elliot Ware [Transgender, FTM] Peter Darling by Austin Chant [Transgender, FTM] For Today I Am a Boy by Kim Fu [Transgender, MTF] The Sunlight Pilgrims by Jenni Fagan [Transgender, MTF]

Graphic Novels & Manga

Maiden Rose by Fusanosuke Inariya [Gay] # * What Did You Eat Yesterday? by Fumi Yoshinaga [Gay] # *

Giant Days by John Allison [Lesbian] # Heavy Vinyl by Carly Usdin [Lesbian] # Paper Girls by Brian K. Vaughan [Lesbian] # Snotgirl by Bryan Lee O’Malley [Lesbian] # Bingo Love by Tee Franklin [Lesbian] Sweet Blue Flowers by Takako Shimura [Lesbian] # * After Hours by Yuhta Nishio [Lesbian] # * Bloom Into You by Nakatani Nio [Lesbian] # * Girl Friends by Milk Morinaga [Lesbian] # * Nameless Asterism by Kina Kobayashi [Lesbian] # * Eclair - A Girls' Love Anthology That Resonates in Your Heart [Lesbian] * Citrus by Saburouta [Lesbian] # * Their Story by Tan Jiu [Lesbian] # * Battle Royale: Angels’ Border [Lesbian] # *

Claudine by Riyoko Ikeda [Transgender] *

 TEEN / YOUNG ADULT

 Novels

Sometime After Midnight by L. Philips [Gay] Perfect Ten by L. Philips [Gay] Witch Eyes by Scott Tracey [Gay] Boomerang by Helene Dunbar [Gay] Running with Lions by Julian Winters [Gay] Been Here All Along by Sandy Hall [Gay] Marco Impossible by Hannah Moskowitz [Gay] Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Saenz [Gay] The Dangerous Art of Blending In by Angelo Surmelis [Gay] One Man Guy by Michael Barakiva [Gay] Openly Straight by Bill Konigsberg [Gay] It Looks Like this by Rafi Mittlefehldt [Gay] When Love Comes to Town by Tom Lennon [Gay] We Now Return to Regular Life by Martin Wilson [Gay] You and Me and Him by Kris Dinnison [Gay] I'll Give You the Sun by Jandy Nelson [Gay] Fan Art by Sarah Tregay [Gay] At the Edge of the Universe by Shaun David Hutchinson [Gay] Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli [Gay] Dramarama by E. Lockhart [Gay] Draw the Line by Laurent Linn [Gay] Whatever by S.J. Goslee [Gay] Boy Meets Boy by David Levithan [Gay] Weird Girl and What's His Name by Meagan Brothers [Gay] More Happy Than Not by Adam Silvera [Gay] History is All You Left Me by Adam Silvera [Gay]

They Both Die at the End by Adam Silvera [Gay + Bisexual] Meg & Linus by Hanna Nowinski [Gay + Lesbian] Of Fire and Stars by Audrey Coulthurst [Lesbian + Bisexual] # Inkmistress by Audrey Coulthurst [Lesbian + Bisexual] The Summer I Wasn't Me by Jessica Verdi [Lesbian + Gay]

Ask the Passengers by A.S. King [Lesbian] The Apocalypse of Elena Mendoza by Shaun David Hutchinson [Lesbian] Kaleidoscope Song by Fox Benwell [Lesbian] As I Descended by Robin Talley [Lesbian] Read Me Like a Book by Liz Kessler [Lesbian] Ash by Malinda Lo [Lesbian] Huntress by Malinda Lo [Lesbian] Georgia Peaches and Other Forbidden Fruit by Jaye Robin Brown [Lesbian] The Summer of Jordi Perez [Lesbian] Super Moon by H.A. Swain [Lesbian] Clancy of the Undertow by Christopher Currie [Lesbian] Nothing Happened by Molly Booth [Lesbian] The Miseducation of Cameron Post by Emily M. Danforth [Lesbian] Echo After Echo by Amy Rose Capetta [Lesbian] It's Not Like it's a Secret by Misa Sugiyura [Lesbian] If You Could Be Mine by Sara Farizan [Lesbian] Just Juliet by Charlotte Reagan [Lesbian] Annie on My Mind by Nancy Garden [Lesbian] Lizzie by Dawn Ius [Lesbian] Get it Together, Delilah! by Erin Gough [Lesbian] About a Girl by Sarah McCarry [Lesbian] South of Sunshine by Dana Elmendorf [Lesbian]

Between the Blade and the Heart by Amanda Hocking [Bi/Pan/Poly?] Our Own Private Universe by Robin Talley [Bi/Pan/Poly?] Look Both Ways by Alison Cherry [Bi/Pan/Poly?] Little and Lion by Brandy Colbert [Bi/Pan/Poly?] How to Make a Wish by Ashley Herring Blake [Bisexual + Lesbian] Adaptation by Malinda Lo [Bisexual] # Not Your Sidekick by C.B. Lee [Bisexual] # Autoboyography by Christina Lauren [Bisexual]

Gracefully Grayson by Ami Polonsky [Transgender, FTM] Dreadnought by April Daniels [Transgender, MTF] # Lily and Dunkin by Donna Gephart [Transgender, MTF] Miles Away from You by A. B. Rutledge [Transgender, MTF] If I Was Your Girl by Meredith Russo [Transgender, MTF] Jess, Chunk, and the Road Trip to Infinity by Kristin Elizabeth Clark [Transgender, MTF] Freakboy by Kristin Elizabeth Clark [Transgender] Symptoms of Being Human by Jeff Garvin [Genderfluid]

Let's Talk About Love by Claire Kann [Asexual + Lesbian] Tash Hearts Tolstoy by Kathryn Ormsbee [Asexual] None of the Above by I. W. Gregorio [Intersex]

Every Day by David Levithan # The Inside of Out by Jenn Marie Thorne [?]

Graphic Novels & Manga

Spinning by Tillie Walden [Lesbian] I Love This Part by Tillie Walden [Lesbian] On a Sunbeam by Tillie Walden [Lesbian] Honor Girl by Maggie Thrash [Lesbian] Decelerate Blue by Adam Rapp [Lesbian] As the Crow Flies by Melanie Gillman [Lesbian] Princess Princess Ever After by Katie O'Neill [Lesbian] Hana & Hina After School [Lesbian] # * Kiss and White Lily for my Dearest Girl [Lesbian] # * Kase-san and Morning Glories by Hiromi Takashima [Lesbian] # *

Wandering Son by Takako Shimura [Transgender, FTM + MTF] # *

The Bride Was a Boy by Chii [Transgender, MTF] *

Skim by Mariko Tamaki [?] The Prince and the Dressmaker by Jen Wang [?]

CHILDREN

Novels

Ivy Aberdeen's Letter to the World by Ashley Herring Blake [Lesbian]

Star Crossed by Barbara Dee [Bisexual]

The Other Boy by M. G. Hennessey [Transgender, FTM] George by Alex Gino [Transgender, FTM]

Graphic Novels & Manga

Drama by Raina Telgemeier [Gay]

[aquacai]

more bts retweets

FANART:

run bts! cafe

run bts ep 45 aagain

chimmy airbender

namjoon (thenoosh22)

hobi and mang cafe

bucket hats

mang catching stars

euphoria group shot

euphoria jk

shooky blue water-bottle bonnet

LY: Her on 4x4 canvas

bts coffee art!

tae singularity

tae her

michael angelo amio’s OT7 drawings

rm LY:Tear ‘R’ version

so u kno how i said (Fake Love teaser) reminded me of a video game cutscene

jin o version

shooky height lol

i like puppy

euphoria group shot

intros

spring day group shot

DNA outfit chibis

THE HOLY TRINITY IS COMPLETE!!

yoongi calmly sipping tea

i'm a new superhero AnPAnMaN

don’t fight don’t fight

Serendipity/Euphoria/Singularity

BTS - Airplane Pt.2  (her other BTS fanarts)

RM transforming JK into Cooky

JK in yellow  (more pics from OP)

180601 제이홉 hobi

lookin' good  hobi

I'm a new superhero Anpanman!

yoongi

tae, yoongs, yeontan

FANCAFE:

Hobi’s best friend note

what’s in Jin’s bag

what’s in Jungkook’s bag

what’s in tae’s bag

what’s in jimin’s bag

what’s in hobi’s bag

what’s in yoongi’s bag

what’s in namjoon’s bag

171129 Yoongi - 4th ARMY Room II Secret Note (college dropout)

180414 emotional suga 1, then 2, and then RM replying

love yourself --RM

4th ARMY | Unit Interview w/ Suga and J-hope   (Jin and RM)

CONTROVERSIAL STUFF:

formoftherapy

but namjoon

2017 army twt was so iconic lmao

One is what BTS RTed, the other is what Bang PD RTed.

ARTICLES:

review of B.T.S.

Rolling Stone: Inside BTS' 'Love Yourself: Tear,' the K-pop sensations' new LP

Korean Herald:  BTS says ‘competition within group’ is its driving force

Pitchfork album review for LY:Tear (7.1/10)

Why We Need To Rethink Our ‘Criticism’ Of BTS And K-Pop

Another article analyzing BTS's road to success in great detail

OFFICIAL TWEETS:

BIGHIT’S RESPONSE: Thank you for your kind words.

BTS you’re our shining star, arigato, otsukare (ft. v+hope)

FUNNY/CUTE ARMY TRENDS:

#WeArePartofBangtan

#BTSGlitchParty

#iARMY_We_PURPLE_U  (K-Diamonds thanking us for BB200)

THEORIES:

TV, cameras, recorders, viewing pieces, etc.

sma 2018 dragon + koi fish symbols

smeraldo

Glitches in RUN MV

My guess is this will be the order for the intros.

Reset Theory (kookminvasion) [pacheck nga kung kasama nato]

할매님 unison_twt 's theory on BU logo translation

Jin’s earpiece

Jin left Jimin alone so the others can be happy

They are in deep sleep & these are experiments for on their consciousness

LY:WONDER:

this time is Jungkook the one who run to his hyungs and reach them

Euphoria x Prologue parallels

Jin told them about everything but he didn’t tell them about hitting jungkook with the car

Smeraldo is a flower that can induce Euphoria: a theory

Everything is connected

so after everyone died in the original timeline jin meddled with some form of timetravel...

fuck does this scene explains why jimin woke up to an empty bed next to him in lie teaser?   because hoseok left the hospital without him?

the flower hasn’t bloomed yet in love yourself: wonder...

I was really surprised to find Hobi (in this scene that was Taehyung's) so I went back to look at the personal teaser; Taehyung and Hoseok's symbols merge

theres two cups , so yoongi was not really alone

BTS & ‘The Butterfly Effect’ Lesson: Happiness At A Cost?

I think Euphoria was the sensation that Jin felt when he first "fixed" things...

SINGULARITY:

OK BUT THE CONTRASTING INTROS WERE FORESHADOWED IN DNA

bang pd-nim in the MV HAHA

If you look closely, you can see that it's just paint at the start

TEA:

hypocrisy re:BBMAs performance

“BTS sound is westernized”

SK president’s letter to Bangtan and ARMY

LY:TEAR

So 'O' concept seems to represent, at least in part, performance or the stage.

love yourself tear, literally

the 3rd track’s name translates to “sincerity that couldn’t be delivered,”...

It means that the highlight reels are all ‘fake love’

"People bring behavioral samples of the kinds of things they want to PURCHASE or to DISPOSE of."

Are the boys in Group Therapy and the Magic Shop is the therapy model used for them?

i finally got around to typing out the FULL breakdown of the editing behind the teaser

Fake Love Teaser Theories/Analysis

Their fears from 'fake love'

A sadder and scarier interpretation of #FAKE_LOVE : a thread

FAKE LOVE is their moment of realization that the love they've received was not real.

jungkook was the one controlling everything that went on in fake love

magic shop’s role in the album

YEONTAN

1800606 vid

[sex-storytime]

Woman

Woman: I sense that you are close. Your scent... your very presence electrifies me. I see you now here with me. Your hair is tussled and reminds me of the natural mane of a lion. I watch as you turn your head and throw your hair so casually.

Your eyes are captivating and they move in sync with your lips as you talk and smile. Your lips curl up slightly and the movement of those muscles flows through your entire face, changing and warming your expression even more.

Your look is direct and I can feel it burning into me, shooting directly into my soul and heart, not just my eyes.

My heart races just from your look and smile and I almost forget to breathe. I am mesmerised by you and feel simple and inadequate to tell and show you how you thrill me.

But I smile back and we talk and laugh and I feel more at ease and I can tell you do also. And as I look at you, I want to tell you all of these things, but I know I cannot because that would reveal me for what I am... a lost little boy, albeit in an old man's body.

But I know from experience that I have to tell you how you light up the world around you... not with words but with something more potent and unmistakable... something that cannot be misinterpreted.

I reach for your hands and hold them.

My energy flows from my soul through my fingertips. My mind fuels the fires that heat my blood and warm my flesh with desire for you.

I focus all of my thoughts on you, knowing some of them are passing through and into you... Letting you see my heart and hear my inner cries of longing for you.

Touching you is almost like the completion of an electrical circuit. I feel so connected now and I know you can sense what I could not say as our aura and sensibilities mesh and join.

And I lean forward to you and draw you to me, and I whisper into your ear.

"You are exquisite. You are as a statue by Michael Angelo, as pure as da Vinci's Mona Lisa to me. Your shoulders so inviting. Your breasts are a full and joyous creation for caressing and touching, with nipples responsive and coloured like cherries. Your body is slim and so enticing. Your legs soft and smooth. You are a sensuous woman full of grace and style, yet simple and direct in every way."

And then I kiss you softly.

And I look into your eyes and kiss you again.

Your lips are soft and warm. I can feel your breath and taste your mouth as we kiss. Your mouth opens slightly and we kiss deeper and harder, our lips parting more as our tongues begin to search each other's mouths until they meet and touch and dance together.

And my arms hold you tightly. I can feel your breasts against my chest. Our bodies are held tight and we grasp each other more firmly.

My hands now surround your back, as your arms are around my neck.

Your warmth is so exciting to me as I feel your body pressed against mine, and my mind is racing with the sensations... from your mouth and lips...the warmth of your body against mine... your scent... your taste... the sound of your breathing... your nipples hardening against my chest... your legs spread slightly with my leg between them.

And I am becoming more excited as we kiss.

I want to know all of you. I want to tough your flesh and to know the softness of your skin... the shape of your breasts in my hands... the texture of the bumps on your neck as I kiss you... the feel of your earlobes as I nibble them... your eyes as they open at the end of a kiss.

And I slowly begin to kiss your neck with little soft kisses, leaving wet spots on your skin as I move around it from one ear to the other, and then as I kiss along your chin back to your ear again.

And I kiss your lips again tenderly for only a few seconds and then stop to look into your eyes as my hands take your breasts into them.

I stare directly at you as I feel your pert titties. I want this to be deliberate and for you to see my eyes as I explore your body.

My hands form around the shape of your breasts and I squeeze and massage them together. Your eyes now slowly close as you allow me to bring you this soft pleasure.

My fingers and thumbs feel your nipples and they tease and gently pinch them and roll your hardening nubs between them.

I can feel your breath hard now as I fondle your breasts and play with them.

The fabric of your clothing added to the sensation when I first touched you, but now I am frustrated as I want to feel your flesh directly.

You read my mind it seems, because you begin to unfasten your top and you remove it and then lift your bra up and out of the way.

Your naked tits are slightly pink in the areas I have been touching. Your nipples stand up like little buds of flowers, begging for more attention and to be touched.

They need to be kissed. My lips open slightly as I kiss your nipple and then close around it as I pull it into my mouth. You sigh as I suck and flick your nipple with my tongue.

My hands hold your breast to my mouth, forming it to them and holding the nipple out to me for my mouth to devour and love.

And then I move to the other breast and I continue the same devoted caressing and fondling and kissing and sucking and nibbling.

My lips pull hard on your nipples, stretching them and raising your breasts up with them. Your nipples are dark red as I continue on and on from one breast to the other and then back again.

My hands are full now with a breast in each. My thumbs flick and roll across your nipples and my hands fill with the mass of your breast flesh as they squeeze and massage you.

And I can feel your body moving beneath my hands with every little flick and suck and tweak and nibble, and I hear your moans and groans and words driving me on as you lean back under the spell of this pleasure.

You sit back and I move between your legs and resume feeling your breasts, but now I also lean forward and kiss you again as I play, my hands feeling and fondling you.

I am pressing against your stomach and I can feel your pelvis pushing up against me. My cock has been hard for some time and it is now pressed against you.

Your legs open more as I grind against you. I can feel you pushing back in return.

I stand up and help you up and lead you to the bed. You lie down and I move over beside you. We begin kissing again.

My hands slide across your stomach and brush against your breasts, teasing and lightly touching. The palm of my hand skims across your nipples, just barely moving them, but still stimulating and arousing them.

I am on my side, and you are on your back. My arm is under your neck and the other is free to caress and touch you. I move from your breasts down to your stomach and then further down until I feel your mound between your legs.

Your legs are apart slightly and I can feel the V between your soft thighs when I massage you. I begin rubbing between your legs slowly and carefully, making sure to press between the center where your labia must be.

I can tell from your reaction that I have found the right spot as you arch up a little... feline... like a cat drunk on pleasure.

I continue massaging and pressing harder against and into you, and you open your legs more in response. You are sucking my tongue now with urgency, encouraging me to continue.

We are kissing deep and passionately and your arms are around my neck holding me tight against your mouth.

I move my hand up to the top of your pants and begin to unfasten your belt and then your button, then lowering the zipper. I raise up and then move to the foot of the bed and pull your pants off and drop them onto the floor.

I pause and look at you. You lie back, your chest and face flushed and pink. Your nipples are hard and swollen. My woman: Beautiful.

Your legs are invitingly spread and I can see a wet spot in the crotch of your panties.

My cock is weeping tears of joy as I drink in this image of sensuous beauty.

My mind is filled with so many possibilities.

Should I lie back down and continue our play? Should I rip your panties off and fuck you with furious passion now? Should I kiss and eat your hot pussy? Should I let you suck my throbbing cock? And I have many other variations of these flying through my imagination as I look at you. All woman.

And soon I make the obvious decision.

I will do all of those.

[orionmassetti]

Come back.

Send me a “Come back” and I’ll write a drabble about character asking the other to return (childhood friends au)

i listened to this song while writing it

He is five years old when he meets his best friend.

Orion always enjoys his mother’s parties. The fingers stroking his hair and patting his cheeks. The folded bills and cellophane wrapped sweets tucked into his pockets. Un angelo–they croon. Orion tips his chin up and allows their worship. Holds that sweet expression and that candied smile.

He steals a cake. His fifth slice. Layers of chocolate and thick cream on his fingers, his face, his mouth. His back is propped against an olive tree, and he hears the other boy before he sees him, dried leaves crackling beneath the weight of shined black shoes.

“Come here.” Orion calls. He waits for the other boy to crouch next to him, before sliding the plate over. “Do you want some?”

The boy nods. Reaches. Orion draws the plate back.

“You have to say it.” Wiping his mouth and fingers clean with the handkerchief in his pocket. “You have to say please.”

“– please?”

The obedience was satisfying, and Orion placed the plate on the boy’s lap.

“I’m Orion.” An intake of breath. “Orion Guido Giovanni Massetti.”

The other boy hesitates, a bite of cake in his mouth as he mumbles, his tongue thick with icing. “Hector.”

He is nine years old and doesn’t share.

Orion pulls Hector along, his fingers curled tight and sticky on Hector’s wrist and leads them to the playground. They’ve just finished lunch, and Orion’s lips were red from the spaghetti sauce, his pulse racing from the sugared juice.

“Today–” Orion climbs up the ladder. “We are knights. Signor Rossi is the dragon.” He points to their teacher. A blackberry tree curls over the playground, and Orion strains, reaches, snaps off two branches and hands one to Hector.

Another voice intrudes. Grating and uninvited.

“Can I play?” Dante Marino. Another boy from their class.

Orion turns. And his eyes narrow. His voice is cold and his chin tips up. “No.”

The same time as Hector says, “Yes. Of course.”

Dante steps closer to Hector, and Orion’s mouth turns down. Irritation twists his brow, drags at his mood until he pauses. And his lips move, quirking up. “Why not.”

Hector runs down the slide, stick in hand. Dante moves to follow.

Orion places his hand flat on Dante’s back and pushes him off the slide.

An accident–he claims, tears prickling his eyes.

Dante never asks to play with them again.

He is fifteen and aware of what it is to ache.

Their class lines up for confession.

Orion takes his time. He has a list of sins in his right hand, cursive on lined paper with a red pen, and he leisurely reads them off to Father Antonio.

I lied to my mother about her imported chocolates.

I watched a pornographic film with a woman and two men.

After–the priest admonishes him for being too detailed. And Orion asks for his forgiveness for that too.

As he walks out of the confessional, Hector is waiting for him, seated on the front pew. And Orion kneels next to him. Clasps his hands and breezes through four Our Fathers, three Hail Marys, and invokes Saint Michael for strength of will.

This far from the group, nobody could hear them.

”Father Antonio says loving another man is a sin.”

He doesn’t look at Hector. Keeps his eyes trained on the altar, attention shifting to the stained glass of the Annunciation. “I suppose that means I’m damned.”

He reaches back for Hector’s hand. It trembles, and Orion tightens his grip.

”Will you come with me, Hector?”

A confession in itself. And Orion draws his hand back, stands, and smooths his uniform. He leaves the chapel. Hector follows.

Later, as Orion pins Hector with his hips, pushes him against the locked door of the empty classroom, he soothes, his mouth on Hector’s ear, his fingers dragging down the zipper of Hector’s pants.

“Don’t worry.“

He hums, open mouth on the pulse point of Hector’s neck.

“We can always confess tomorrow.”

He is 21 and hasn’t seen Hector in three years.

He invites himself into Hector’s apartment, dressed in American jeans and an American leather jacket. There will be a party later to celebrate his graduation from Princeton, and Hector is invited. But–

“Haven’t changed a bit. Have you?”

Orion drops his backpack on the floor. Wanders through the living room, fingers shuffling through drawings, books, a letter on Hector’s desk.

“Do you keep all of them?” He lifts the envelope. Taps it against the corner of his mouth. “The letters I write you?”

Orion pulls the pages free from the envelope. Reads the swooping cursive of his own handwriting and laughs, low and under his breath. “Or do you just save the filthy ones?”

He catches Hector’s hand. Kisses the knuckle of each finger, before drawing the thumb into his mouth.

Hums, sucks, pops it free.

“Three hours until the party. Not enough time.” He skims his hands down Hector’s sides. Pushes his thumbs into Hector’s hips. Pressure–hard enough to bruise.

“To tell you how much I missed you.”

He leaves marks, one of them purposefully too high above Hector’s collar. And he can see flashes of the bruised skin despite Hector fretting, tugging at the neckline of his shirt.

“Will you stay?” Hector asks.

Orion buttons his shirt. Leaves his underwear behind on the couch and pulls on his pants.

“Of course.”

At the party, his father boasts to anyone willing to listen, “Orion starts next week at a firm in New York. How his mother will survive, we don’t know.”

He doesn’t look at Hector.

He never said for how long.

He is 25 when on whim, he buys Hector a ticket to meet him in New York.

Orion sits at the airport. In his pocket are tickets to the MET, and he has a reservation for dinner at 7.

It was a one way ticket from Italy.

He doesn’t expect Hector to leave.

The plane lands. The passengers file out of the plane.

Orion waits.

And waits.

The flight attendant keeps her eyes on him as she closes the door to the plane. Orion stands, smooths down the lapels of his pants, and abandons the MET tickets on the seat.

He doesn’t call Hector.

That evening. Or the next.

A week later, he brings up Hector’s number. Texts a message–Come back to me. Doesn’t send it. Hesitates with his thumb on the call button. Brings up Hector’s profile on his phone instead.

He taps delete.

He is 29 when he takes his wife to Paris.

She is American and pregnant with their second child. The first, he leaves with his mother in Verona. It is their two year anniversary, and he buys her pearl earrings and a pastel tower of macaroons, both sent to their hotel room.

She isn’t soft. A woman with a sharp tongue and sharper wit. He’s lost his appetite for tame. Needs teeth, nails, that pinning press of hips as he lay back on the mattress.

They don’t leave their room for two days.

On the third, they take the train to the Eiffel Tower. As he walks out of the station he sees a ghost.

Orion stops. Forgets to breath.

“Are you alright?” His wife’s hand on his arm. And Orion steps away from her. Stands next to the artist and inquires in Italian, “How much for a portrait?”

Hector lifts his head.

Orion leans in. Then once more, in Italian, so his wife doesn’t catch the dripping intimacy.

“For old time’s sake.”

[betterweathcr-blog]

under the cut is a scene from my book, red converse.  word count: 980 not revised trigger warning: bullying, bruise mention, slight homophobia (?) thank you so much if you read!!

“Just leave me alone, Vance.” I mutter, my heart beginning to pound in my chest as my sketchbook shielded it.

“Or what?” He leans in closer, his hot breath on my face. I can smell cigarettes and peanut butter which makes me gag. His hand reaches for my book, a grin on his features. “You still drawing?”

I break eye contact and see Aiden in the back like a confused puppy. He was a useless bystander, a statue. Maybe one day he’ll realize the fact he’s a lot more than that, but for now he watches the biggest asshole in our grade corner kids in the bathroom.

“Don’t touch my stuff.” I gulp, tightening the only source of happiness I have right now.

“Show me, now.” His voice is stern and threatening, his green eyes holding my gaze.

I choke on my own words, shaking my head quickly as I feel tears in my eyes. Usually Issac would come and save me, but he’s nowhere to be found. I’m all alone. Vance grips my sketchbook from the bottom, yanking it to the dirty tiled floor, causing me to yelp.

All of my drawings fall out. Every drawing I made of Issac and him in situations: playing guitar, laughing, even his hands in handcuffs with small bruises running down his chest. My heart sinks to my stomach, my lips trembling as I try to explain. Before I even can, the taunting begins. I bend down to quickly pick up the drawings—the sexual ones first—but Vance stops me by pushing me to the side onto the ground. I mutter, don’t touch those, but he ignores me.

“What the fuck, dude?” He says, picking up the sketches of the blond boy. “You fucking gay or something?”

I freeze. He catches it. Right there, he arches his pierced brow with a taunting laugh.

“No way—no fucking way. You’re gay.”

I sit there, my eyes burning from holding in tears as I look at Aiden. He leans against the stall as if this all means nothing. In the back of my mind, I wish for dark, painful things against him. Only because he’s sitting here watch me get hurt for the one thing that is keeping me going.

Vance starts picking up all of my sketches, including the newest one of Issac and me holding hands and holding them tight in his hand. I avoid looking up at him as he stands in front of me. I hear him say, fucking weirdo, and spit on me. My body tenses up and shakes, my eyes staring at the now light book. He took all my drawings that fell out. Aiden looks at me for a second with pity, but he leaves right after the red-haired douchebag.

I hear the warning bell ring, but I also hear the faint yell of, guess what I found out! I cry softly, my hand clamped over my mouth. I’m weak as I slowly stand up, reaching for what's left of my drawings. As I wipe my eyes in the mirror, I sob quietly as I reach for the shitty paper towels to blow my nose. While leaning over the sink, I hear the final bell. At this point, I can’t go to class. How am I supposed to learn knowing that a part of me was taken away and exposed to everyone?

Letting out a shaky breath, I slide off my backpack and return my sketchbook to it’s own pocket, wiping my eyes one last time before walking out of the shitty bathroom. As I walk down the empty hallway to the parking lot, I call Roman; I know damn well he’s home.

“Whaddup, Michael.” He answers, music in the background slowly fading away.

“Can you come get me?” I ask, glancing around to make sure no one sees me. “And stop calling me that.”

“What is so important that you need to leave school?” I hear crunching. Jesus, he’s disgusting. I sigh, my eyes watering again.

“I got cornered in the bathroom.”

Silence.

“I’m on my way.” I hang up. After a long walk across half the school, I end up outside in the student parking lot. As I sit on a bench in the shade, I wait to hear Roman’s obnoxious bass pull up with his shaking car. It had only been two days, and things were going to shit.

I crawl back out of my deep thoughts, noticing the red converse in front of me. Following up their legs, I see the fucker himself. His eyebrow is arched as he looks down at me.

“Uh... hey.” He mumbles. I ignore him and look past his figure, staring down a handicapped sign. “Don’t you have class?”

I say nothing. I refuse to say anything. Fuck this guy.

“Look, I know you hate me right now, but I want to help you.” Issac sighs. “Please talk to me.”

I see Roman’s car coming, but I don’t move. I only glance down at my dirty vans. The more Issac talks, the more I want to respond. But he hurt me, so I’m not saying shit.

“Angie—”

“Don’t fucking call me that.” Godammit. I stand up, almost too close to Issac. “Stop trying to act like we’re fine, we’re far from fucking fine. You chose your bitch ass friend over me, and that said enough.”

I glance over his figure to see Roman, his face painted with concern in his car. There’s no obnoxious bass this time.

“Everything good, Angelo?” He calls out. I nod, looking back at Issac.

“Leave me alone, Hudson.” Pushing past the taller boy, I get into Roman’s car after shoving old Mcdonald’s bags onto the floor. As we drive off, I see Issac in the rearview mirror still standing there.

“Everything good?” Roman asks again, his eyes on the road.

“Nope,” I mumble. “Not at all.”

[spotlightsaga]

Kevin Cage of @spotlightsaga reviews... Orange is the New Black (S05E10) The Reverse Midas Touch Airdate: June 9, 2017 Ratings: @netflix Score: 6/10 **********SPOILERS BELOW********** From Horror Homage to this Laura Prepon directed Horror-Thriller... Leaning heavily to its thriller aspects to keep tension circulating throughout 'The Reverse Midas Touch'... Piscatella's (Brad William Henke) largely confusing backstory does nothing to add to the hints of straight forward 'Saw'-like torture porn the show uses throughout this entry to keep us squeamish, twitchy and squealing in our seats as we watch. Piscatella lines up Red's 'friends' and scalps her bit by bit, but his motivations are becoming more and more absurd by the moment. We also get an extremely awkward B-Style romp as resident riot villains Angie (Julie Lake) & Leanne (Emma Myles) lead CO turned prisoner, Stratman (Evan Hall), through a maze of potential terror as he faces losing a finger to replace Leanne's old one that was shot off by Pensatucky, biding his time by showing Leanne just what his fingers are capable of. Gulp. Yeah, I basically just threw-up in my mouth too. I can't imagine these women, particularly Angie & Leanne, are exactly taking the best possible care of themselves during this Litchfield free-for-all. Maybe Stratman should have just taken the quick but painful loss of the finger instead. It's not that 'The Reverse Midas Touch' has a bad flow or center gravity for the episode to revolve around. It's quite the opposite really. Laura Prepon does a damn fine job with what she has to work with, keeping an even foreboding and sinister tone throughout the episode. Not too shabby, Laura! Despite the total lack of sensical character motivation for basically everyone in the cast brought on by what seems to be a rare stint of lazy writing by Rebecca Angelo & Lauren Schuker Blum, Prepon's vision and well plotted direction keeps the audience on board as the writing goes off the rails. I normally defend OITNB and it's ongoing choice to humanize most of the show's villains. It's a great way to remind the audience that we all have something dark that lives inside of us, ready to come out and reek havoc if the right buttons are pushed or the environmental stimulation calls for human induced chaos, while also reminding us that we weren't born monsters... But this was the first time OITNB5 truly felt off balance and discombobulated to the point where I have nothing when it comes to defending it as a whole. As a 'One Chicago' fan, or a one-time 'Chicago PD' & 'Chicago Fire' fan, it was a delight to see Charlie Barnett play Piscatella's object of love in his backstory. The way it plays out is just plain bizarre tho, adding nothing to fuel the psychotic fire that burns inside of Piscatella. So inmates attacked his boyfriend that he shouldn't have had in the first place... That's kind of how the story goes, so there's no real solid reason to indicate that would have anything to do with Piscatella's current psychotic state. It does however answer a few questions as to why Piscatella is so open about his sexuality in an environment where that could be a dangerous tool to hand inmates and even fellow guards. In the last episode I talked about how Piscatella sees himself as a comic book hero, more specifically a Judge Dredd type, when in reality he's actually coming off as a Freddy, Jason, or Michael Myers. We've now seen that idea taken one step further into 'Snowtown' territory where we're seeing 'John Bunting' like behavior, or maybe just a reverse 'John Wayne Gacy' without the clown make-up and little boys buried in his crawlspace, considering there is no one for him to influence outside of himself now that it's just him and no one else... No guards. No employees. Just 'Piscatella with the Lid Off' and a bag full of weapons and riot gear. Apparently, in a deleted scene, when Wes is being attacked and sodomized on the ground and a young(ish) Piscatella comes to his aid, the tattoo on Wes' wrist smears, altering Piscatella's true reasons for such a burgeoning hate for inmates. Going this route would require even more backstory and information... And it's pretty safe to say that more time we spend with any scenes that spark any kind of unwelcome empathy from the audience for Piscatella would definitely not make viewers scream in delight. That angle was thankfully dropped and since I haven't seen ahead I have no idea if the tattoo is explained further or if it's only used to trace Piscatella back to Wes Driscoll. It's all just rather ill-conceived and surprisingly 'bush-league' attempt at writing in new genres, a weakness we don't see often in OITNB... Though, to be fair, I would never take points away from this writing team for trying something new. It's the all around strong performances by an incredibly talented ensemble cast in 'The Reverse Midas Touch' and of course, Prepon's cues & eye for building tension that really keep the viewer invested in what would be otherwise known as the weakest entry of the season. Uzo Aduba is the real MVP here tho. She's been struggling without the familiarity of her schedule and the safety she feels in the confines of her normal routine. She no longer has those things to keep her line... Nor does she have her meds, and as confusing as what she is going through is for the viewer, it's literally a gazillion time more difficult through the eyes of Suzanne. The fact that we feel the intensity of her emotion and erratic state is a testament to what a strong force Aduba is for this show and acting in general. I feel like if I was making films, I would consistently try to write parts specifically for Aduba to play. In a sea of strong, talented women, Uzo Aduba never fails to draw in the audience and put you in the drivers seat. There is no one in the world that could ever give this character the nuance and depth Uzo Aduba gives this character again and again and again. We've been taken on so many rides with Suzanne, all of them shattering my heart into a million pieces, but her break down in this 5th season and her pain that's been brought to the surface since the death of her friend Poussey Washington (Samira Wiley) has been nothing short of yet another award worthy performance. I don't just want Aduba to win awards, I want everyone who's ever watched her in this show and appreciated her work to bake a massive batch of cookies for this woman. Yes, she's that good. Suzanne finds Maureen in a stall wasting away, in desperate need of real medical attention. The fact that Maureen needs Suzanne snaps her back into reality. Her condition calls for her to remember things, specifically processes and proverbs, and when she can apply those to real life situations, we see the super hero that lives inside of Suzanne, and all the beautiful and irreverent souls her character represents, come to life in the most magical of ways. Humps is dead, Suzanne has identified this and buried that information somewhere deep down inside of herself, but maybe if she can help Maureen that would erase all of the 'bad feelings' she is having. The fact that this scenario and the wheels in Suzanne's head are so clearly turning, giving the audience an in-depth ride into what it might be like to be Suzanne, just goes to show you yet again... Uzo Aduba is a queen. It's a bit bizarre that the most clear and circumstantially available 'The Reverse Midas Touch' is during its hour runtime is when it's following the most unhinged character of the entire series. While Piscatella is peeling away at Red for god knows why instead of saving his men and becoming the Judge Dredd he sees himself as, Gloria (Selenis Leyva) is being equally as unbalanced. There is no reason whatsoever why she would be sneaking around Ouija (Rosal Colon) & Pidge (Miriam Moraoes) to try and get the guards out safely. She's too old school to be acting this out of character. There is no reason whatsoever for her to believe any promises made to her by Caputo (Nick Sandow) or anyone else for that matter. All signs point to her risking everything for nothing and being in the exact same hell hole that she was before, only now with no leverage... And even if she is given a furlough, she will still have to come back and face the music... And that's one helluva nasty tune.