#i mean i know its stuff she saw on her drive but why those?

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hawthorne brothers in bed head canons

@s-rosie requested javery ones but it disappeared so im just tagging you T-T. ok so i decided to combine two posts so i wouldn't have to do this twice. i sort of promised i'd do hawthorne brothers and then i got this request so this is both of them. @catapparently and @never-enough-novels helped with this a bit. i apologize if this sucks, i felt kinda awkward making this (and you can clearly see that bc of the way i wrote things but i also had fun). also, there are more averyjameson ones cause i love them and find it easier to write for them. some of these are also less dirty than others (i also apologize if yall wanted something dirtier). hope you like them <3. tags: @lanterns-and-daydreams

jameson and avery:

i saw someone make a post about this but jameson is totally into being handcuffed to the bed (or wherever they're doing it).

they both have praise kinks (i think this is obvious) (especially jamie)

avery always wears clothes that are either easy to take off or give easy access if you know what i mean (cause there's always a chance they might do it in a random bathroom somewhere and she wants to be prepared).

jameson is really into dry humping (with avery of course)

they're both switches (they're not doms or subs, they're a mix of both sort of for those who don't know what a switch is)

jamie will literally always eat her out before they actually fuck bc he's terrified of hurting her and wants to make sure she's wet enough.

they love doing it from behind (doggy style, spooning, etc) but jamie also loves anything that allows him to look at her face cause he loves seeing her when she comes (and just looking at her in general cause he loves her).

oh and jamie loves seeing her ride him. he can't help but think his gf is the hottest girl in the world.

jamie honestly doesn't care if he comes. all he cares about is avery's pleasure.

a lot of hickeys in places where people can't see. that's all i have to say

jamie put candles and flower petals everywhere for their first time. they both cried.

jamie loves dirty talking bc it always makes avery blush.

sometimes they'll be watching a movie with avery sitting with her back to his chest, and he'll put his hand in her pants and start pleasuring her.

i mentioned in another post that avery sometimes becomes insecure about her looks (its pretty much canon bc she hints towards it in the books), jamie will catch her watching herself in the mirror clearly judging herself, and he'll pop up behind her and start fucking her in front of the mirror (with her consent of course) whilst whispering in her ear that she's beautiful and stuff

he talks her through it. whispers sweet nothings in her ear and all. (also he's a consent king as he should be. he's always making sure she's ok)

jamie is a very big boobs guy. im calling it. it doesn't matter if they're small or big, he loves them.

he's a really big fan of putting his hand on her thigh. when he's driving, at an event, etc he'll put his hand on her thigh and just leave it there (and sometimes it leads to more)

grayson (and hypothetical love interest cause i don't like writing about a character we know nothing about *cough* lyra *cough*)

he's a very plain guy. his favorite position is missionary.

he's a sub and has a praise kink. he'll never admit it but he loves having his gf have her way with him.

his gf uses his suit ties to tie him to the bed (or he blindfolds her with them sometimes)

definitely not rough, like ever. he's a very sweet lover and will constantly ask his gf if she's ok or if she wants to stop.

one of the reasons why his gf ties him to the bed sometimes is that he's such a people pleaser that he'll stop his lover from making him feel good because he feels guilty that he's not the one doing it to his lover if he isn't tied up.

very loud in bed. sometimes people will hear from the other side of his room and scurry away.

gray and his gf have fucked in the pool before (lets just imagine its his pool and no one else goes in there cause umm... yk). he either sits on the stairs and lets her ride him or they do it standing.

he has an obsession with thighs. loves being smothered by them and always has his face between his gf's, pleasuring her.

he's a very big fan of neck kisses (receiving and giving). he isn't a big fan of hickeys though.

a lot of lazy sex bc he's usually really tired from working all day but still wants to ravish his gf.

nash and libby:

nash most definitely calls her good girl and stuff like that

very big fan of face sitting. if has to choose a way to die, it would be being smothered to death by libby's pussy.

will not let libby close her eyes when she comes. he wants to be able to see her when she does.

they have done it in the kitchen before bc libby basically lives there at this point (so, countertop sex).

his favorite position (idk what its called) is missionary but he folds libby's legs so they touch her chest (maybe this is just a variation of missionary idk T-T).

libby puts on nash's cowboy hat whenever she rides him (i think other people have made posts about this).

nash is very big on aftercare. they always cuddle after, he cleans her up, etc

libby most definitely has a praise kink. i think it's quite obvious

i honestly think they're both switches cause i can see both of them being tops and bottoms.

he's very big on foreplay. he is not into quickies. if he's having sex with libby, he will be taking his time making her feel good and stuff.

max and xander (i honestly don't really know for them):

they most definitely have like cringy sex but as a joke (like they'll call each other my kitten or my prince or smth like that and then just laugh)

they have tried every single position in existence for experimental purposes but at the same time are very innocent (it took them years to get through all of them). idk how this makes sense but its max and xander so nothing makes sense. (idk what their fav position would be though T-T)

max really likes being on top bc she feels powerful, and xander lets her bc he loves his gf and women in power

they usually do it in his lab because he's always in there (so a lot of countertop sex). they do it there so often that he bought a couch so to put in there so that they could be more comfy.

xander takes his time to learn all of the things that make max moan harder or arch her back. he's a very attentive lover and notices everything.

max is really big on consent. their first times consisted of max stopping every one second to ask him if he was ok (xander would to but bc of what happened to her with her ex (the nudes) i think that she's really big on consent, more than xander).

i hc that max is really short, meaning that xander constantly has to bend down or pick her up in order to kiss her (bc he's canonically 6'3), and that also means that some positions don't work for them bc one is max too short or xander is too tall.

after they're done, he kisses her from her hand up to her shoulder, and mouth, and, then, he'll look at her with a big smile. its like this ritual he has and he always does it.

they're very into dirty talk because they both read smut on ao3 (ive mentioned this in other posts). xander can read dirty talk (and smut in general) with a straight face, but, if max is the one doing it, he becomes a blushing stuttering mess. max takes advantage of this in bed when she wants to be on top. she'll whisper something in his ear which catches him off guard, and then she flips them over and takes the lead.

max is a very big fan on lingerie. it makes her look sexy and xander finds her hot so its a win win.

i really apologize if this sucks. for some i didn't have as many ideas and then sometimes i got a little awkward (but i mostly laughed a lot making this post).

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Its a Game pt.6

[ A/n ] - Hey everyone here is part 6 i had to cut it a bit short so i could get to the good bits in part 7 that i am currently writing and i also started another multy part story that i think y'all will like!

[ Pairing ] - Harry Styles x Reader!, Dylan O'Brien x Reader!

[ Genre ] -  angst

[ Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5 ]

[ Masterlist ]

Harry drove home from seeing you with a million thoughts swimming in his head. Why did he say he loved you? That was fucking stupid. I mean, it is true. He did love you but obviously it was the wrong time. Had he really taken so long to realize your intentions were greater than you let on? He really should have thought about that more. These sequences of events were a product of not needing to think when he was with you. Not seeing you for months then having an awkward encounter with you and then weeks later he pulls up to see you in a parking garage and says he loves you. I mean what the fuck. Who does that? Harry apparently does that now. Gone are his days of confident mystery. Perhaps he should learn to think when he’s near you. To be independent of you. Despite this, he’s regretting the timing of his impulses and now you know he loves you and you still will go home to another man. How was he supposed to process this and now having to see you at the festival? Rehearsal after rehearsal and then a whole weekend of you. Perfect you.

The thoughts consumed his mind the whole drive back to his LA home. The car pulled into his driveway, and he shut the door as he fished for the key to his house in his bag. The welcoming smells of laundry and cleaning products filled his nose with a scrunch. He needed to sort himself out. He used to come home to his NY apartment and smell you. Your vanilla and cinnamon scented perfume. Like cookies fresh out of the oven. Warm and truly inviting the opposite of the chemicals and detergent stinging his nose currently.

The days before the start of rehearsal seemed to drag on. Meeting after meeting and workout sessions in between for both harry and yourself. In total it had been about a week since you asked him to meet you at the garage. Dylan still didn’t know, and you still couldn’t get Harry’s declaration off your mind.

***

“And then he stood there with that fucking smirk of his and was like ‘I Lov youu’ I mean who says that after you just told them why you needed space in the first place.” You punctuated your sentence with a hard smack to a punching bag. You never would have caught yourself in the gym before all this Coachella nonsense. Yes, you were grateful blah blah blah, but this was some serious stuff. Asara joined you on occasion and this was one of those times. Blass your personal trainer he’s heard a ton of drama fall from your lips. Asara grinned and held back a laugh at your impression of the man. The two of you hit the bags in tandem as the conversation continued.

“I think he just misses you. You were on and off for so long you know.” Asara spoke between the sounds of fist hitting bags. You sighed and rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, he missed me while he was fucking another woman high off coke.” You punched the bag and Asara chuckled.

“Y/n he tried to tie you down several times, and I remember you always ran away every time he tried. Now, that doesn’t mean he shouldn’t have used his words, but the man did try. And don’t act like you don’t partake.” Asara stood off to the side as she finished her set.

“That’s not what I mean. He just gets carried away and I don’t mind taking care of him after he’s faded but it’s not healthy to do it that much. And as for trying to tie me down… I was completely loyal to him, and he knew that. I want to be shown off and he wants to be secretive and private.” You paused for a second to remove your boxing gloves. “We never saw eye to eye, but I love him too.”

“Right and now that you can both agree on something what are you going to do about Dylan?” Asara made a good point, and you weren’t sure how to break the news.

***

“Do you think I’m ready for this?” You looked up at Dylan with fear in your eyes. It was starkly different than any look he has seen on your face before. He always knew what to say but this time he just sort of looked at you. You looked to him for something. Anything would have been fine just anything to let you know that he could level with you in this moment. You were searching, reaching for anything in the deep recesses of his eyes and you couldn’t find anything.

 His lips turned into a smile, and he pulled you in close. For Dylan in this moment, he was so proud of you that words weren’t enough. You allowed yourself to be pulled to the hug, but your arms stayed at your side. It was eerily frustrating for you. Being spoon fed the idea that he wanted to give you what you deserved, and you deserved more you needed more. You needed what Harry could give you. Out of the corner of your eye you could see him speaking with his production team and you glanced between the two men. When your eyes settled back on Dylan, you knew you needed him to leave. The two of you stood backstage at a mock rehearsal for the night you were to perform on stage at Coachella. Voices and the sounds of metal scraping against each other while the sun beat down on the field. Dylan decided to join you for moral support, but you felt so separated from him. It was like he did understand what you needed in that moment to help you feel better. You stared at the wall and your mind went blank. This had to stop.

Harry stood off to the side with his team. Each of them primping him and measuring fabric for the show. He did a good job at staying impartial when Dylan was around. For the few times they ended up in the same room or when he saw a photo of him on his Instagram feed because you posted him, or he just happened to be in the photo. You didn’t fully warm up to him just yet and Harry knew you didn’t forgive him yet. In his mind he decided he needed to be on his best behavior to win you back and gain your trust. Harry couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t snooping, he definitely was. And he could tell Dylan was doing a shit job at comforting you. The guy looked nervous enough for both of you.

“Um I gotta go Dylan.” You spoke softly and pulled away from him after he placed a kiss to the top of your head. You looked disappointed if harry could even say that. Dylan seemed to take the hint and disappeared off to sit with your friends. The dress rehearsal was dragging on for everyone so harry could imaging you felt stuck right now. Nervous and unsure who to talk to. Having a solution come to mind he made his way over to you. At first you didn’t notice. You were marking beats and paces in your head like he does, and it made him smile to think about you valuing his creative process.

Harry decided you needed space and he leaned onto his team as they finished the preparations. He would be back in two nights to perform, and you would be joining him on stage. His nerves caught up to him and he was glad you were off with your people so he couldn’t make a fool of himself again. You looked good though even in your comfortable clothes to practice. Your hips hit every marked beat and he almost got lost watching you.

The next day of rehearsal went by fast, and you were up late again practicing for the show. Beat after beat and step after step, you went over it in your head until it was time to gather backstage. You arrived at the venue the next day in a pink dress. A car service picked you up and your team met up with you. Flashes of light and screams cold been seen a mile away from the stage. Harry was prepped and ready to descend upon the crowd. You stood off to the side and took deep breaths. Harry saw you from the corner of his eye and looked over. You looked so scared. So different from how he was used to seeing you. You looked so vulnerable.

“You’re going to be great darling.” His voice carried a low register that caught your attention through your in-ears. He had walked over to comfort you. The glitter on his outfit fell to the ground like snowflakes and you stared at the glistening specks. For some reason, the closer he got to you the slower your heart began to beat.

“Give me your hands.” His voice was firm but soft as to not call attention to you. You listen despite all that has happened and how much you wanted to walk away and be alone. Your hands fit into his so perfectly. Harry held onto you gently and rubbed his thumbs onto your palms. Your breathing was shallow, but you stayed in that spot not daring move your sight from the floor.

“Look at me darling.” That pet name would haunt you if this ended up anymore tragically. Harry caught your eye, and you stared right back at him. His eyes didn’t give anything away that he didn’t want them to, and you just stood there looking into his eyes for a few minutes. You wanted to cry. Dylan could have never comforted you like this. All these months and weeks replayed over and over in your mind as you held hands with Harry.

“Just look for me if you feel nervous out there, okay? Focus on me.” Harry let go of your hands and walked up the stairs. You closed your eyes, and you could hear the excitement in the crowd build. The screams got louder and louder as the music began to play and he walked out. Secretly your heart was doing flips. Warmth flushed your face, and you gave Harry a small smile. He brushed his thumb against your face and turned to walk on stage. You stood back and looked at the crowd as he started to perform. The opening notes of adore you began to play, and the audience went crazy.

Three songs and then you heard your cue. Walking closer and closer to the stage you heard your song begin to play through the speakers and the beat matched up with your heart.

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y/nandharryshipper1 y/nrry for lifeeeeee

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Harryfan54 stop they are for sure meant to be together.

Y/nnnfan22 y’all acting like she isn’t in a relationship rn

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Yyy/nn3 baby’s first Coachella tyyy @\harrystyleshq for inviting meee

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Y/nnnfann0 bae looking so fucking good

Harrystyleshq loved having you

Harryfan96 Harry gets to have that any time he wants and I’m jealous

You put your phone down after looking back at the post. A notification flashed at the top that Dylan had posted and for some reason you wanted to keep him out of your mind. Now Harry isn’t stupid, and he especially isn’t stupid when he’s sober. He saw how fast you ignored the notification. He didn’t quite see who it was from when you put your phone down so fast, but he guessed it was from Dylan. He would be lying if he said it didn’t amuse him but the idea that you still gave an ounce of energy to that man made him feel detached from reality. The room was cold like he asked for it to be, but his neck felt hot. The veins in his arms bulged for a second and then before he could succumb to the jealousy you started speaking.

“Thank you.” You sounded so meek and shy. Fixing yourself like a teenager on a first date. Is this what he’s done to you? His darling used to be a spitfire. Real sassy and sickeningly sweet with her attitude. “Thank you.” If this were almost a year ago, he would have you pinned to a wall already. Fuck your “thank you” He needed that feeling back in full force. This simmering tension was frustrating. Was he just supposed to stay away from you? He knew you wanted him back. You didn’t have to say it, that’s what this whole game was about. Harry has studied you and the way you act the only thing that made this different the other times you’ve played cat and mouse with him is that you found a new toy to fuck around with. “You look fucking amazing.” Harry sighed and shifted on the sofa the pair of you were sitting on. He wasn’t lying the skirt you were wearing was low cut and your waist was twisted and curved like when he used to hit it from behind. He should probably stop but who wouldn’t think about you like that?

You noticed that Harry was staring. Staring in your eyes studying you. Staring at your clothes or lacking thereof. Staring at your lips imagining God knows what and you stared right back. It was almost like how you see in the movies. You moved in slow motion as you scooted closer to him on the seat. Your legs crossed and your hands were cradling your phone. Harry sat opposite of you with his legs spread comfortably. His arms were lying over the back of the sofa. The two of you were sure there were more glamorous couches to be lounging on, but the accommodation wasn’t of concern when your lips met for the first time in months. Something about the kiss was electric. Your phone fell to the floor as harry pulled you closer. The position was awkward with your arm trapped between his body and yours. Your legs remained crossed until Harry’s hand gripped the skin of your exposed thigh. His firm palms and fingertips massaged the muscles you had been using to dance all night. Neither of you broke for air until your phone began to ring from the floor.

Harry leaned forward and picked up the device first. His mood dampened as he saw the name flash across the screen. In a split second it crossed Harry’s mind to decline the call on your behalf. All it would take is one swipe of a finger, one press of a button. He would have his lips back on yours in a second. You sat across from him looking expectantly with wide innocent eyes. Such a loud juxtaposition from the smudged lipstick smeared across your plush mouth. And all the nasty things he knew you could do and say with it. You were so beautiful and the second you answered the call you wouldn’t be his anymore.

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Am I the Asshole for refusing to wash my sister's boyfriend's things?

I (22 NB) have a little sister (19F) with whom I used to be very very close. I'm talking she was my best friend, the person I loved the most, someone that I could rely on even when we had little fights here and there.

It all started when she and her boyfriend (20M) got together. At first nothing really changed since they were best friends before and kinda dating without dating, and I was genuinely really happy for her. I knew him casually from him being her friend and thought he was okay.

Our sibling relationship has really deteriorated ever since they started dating, though. I saw that she was starting to do unreasonable things for his sake (like almost peeing her pants because she didn't wanna "bother his family" by asking for the bathroom after driving an hour and a half to pick him up) and it raised some alarm through all our family, but she doubled down and basically barricaded me out of her personal life as much as she could. Blocked me everywhere, texts to make sure I'm not home if she's gonna be around, that kind of thing. It really made me sad, but honestly its not like I can force her to have a relationship.

Now here is where I might be the asshole.

She's gotten into the habit of playfully "stealing" stuff from him and just leaving it around the house. We have tupperware, cutlery, and of course SO many clothes all belonging to him. I usually do some chores like the laundry when I can, and it used to include her clothes. But recently I just got fed up of doing laundry and having to wash this guy's stuff. He's not even MY guest, and I don't see why I have to wash his underwear when he very reasonably can do it at home.

I told my sister that if she wants to wash his stuff here, even if she's the one wearing it and not him, she has to do it herself. My mom backed me up on it, but my sister got really really upset because she feels that I'm setting this boundary because because I have a classist prejudice against her boyfriend. She said that I am already washing her clothes and my mom's, and the only difference is that they're not as expensive as ours, and so I must have a bias against him.

(For context: One of the reasons I don't like said boyfriend is because he tells my sister she's morally worse than him because we're middle class and he isn't, and I think its super hypocritical that they talk like that and still ask us for a LOT of money for their dates and stuff)

I hadn't thought about that when I talked about the clothes, honestly. I was just sick of him being this invisible roommate I didn't consent to having there. But now I'm wondering if my bias is actually showing. I know I'm privileged, and that privilege is often invisible to those who have it, so now I'm wondering if it really would be so bad to just shut up and ignore his clothes mixed in with ours when I do the laundry. Just because I don't like him doesn't mean I have to be bigoted towards him.

Tldr: My sister's boyfriend is of a lower socioeconomic class. I don't like him for a variety of reasons, but mostly I refuse to wash his clothes with ours and told my sister to do it herself. She accuses me of having a bigoted bias towards his stuff because its not as "nice" as ours.

AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[campfam4lyfe]

So good to meet another Brookji/Kenlynn fan! What do you think that will happen between them in JWCT season 2 (or later seasons)?

YESSS ANOTHER BROOKENJI!!!!!

okay so, honestly, i have like. zero clue. of what i think will actually happen, because there could be so many different roads for them to take. i know what i want though, and that is a kenlynn endgame. i understand why they broke up, i do. but to see their faces as it happened. the devastation--neither of them wanted it. but kenji had to do it, and i dont blame him.

but guys! brooklynn loves the camp fam--she keeps their picture up on her mystery board. she kept it as her lockscreen. she loves them. i also have to say, that brooklynn loves kenji. as a boyfriend, as a lover--as her person. darius says she was real broken up about the breakup, and she clearly had regrets. she told darius about how and where it happened. she kept that video with the "brokwie bear" and "kenji wenji." she has that video because she couldn't help but film him bc she thought he was being cute. it was one of the first things they saw when they decided to look through her phone! she loves him!

and kenji loves her--his grief over her death, his anger at the people he suspected of being involved in her death--the constant "where were you's" to darius--he needed to know why he wasnt there. that bit where he says "be honest with me. if you loved brooklynn, and mean, really loved her, why werent you there?" broke me, absolutely, cause goddamn ouch. like. he loves her, so he couldnt imagine not showing up if she called him. to the extent where he needs to know why darius wasnt and its like. does he, somehow, blame himself a lot? is that a veiled, *i* could have been there, why didnt she want me there?? devastating stuff.

but. thats all s1 stuff. youre asking about season 2 and onwards! so. what i think will happen--okay, so, you remember how in the end of s1 cc they showed ben was alive? and then we got a ben&bumpy episode that spanned the near-month he was alone. im wondering if they'll do that with brooklynn at some point. truly, i dont know. its possible, but maybe there going to reveal it in pieces, like flashbacks.

i want to know how brooklynn survived. the extent of her realtionship with ronnie, and about all the stuff she'd uncovered abt the dino smugglers since she started till now.

but also, i want a reunion so so bad, and since CT was handling everything else so well, i think theyll do a reunion justice too. and that means i think they will give some of the characters space to be angry. obviously i think there will be relief--who wouldnt be, to find out your friend is alive? but then i think there might also be betrayal, or anger or both.

and maybe also a little horror. brooklynn lost her HAND. and those moments leading up to it must have been terrifying.

i want the fact that she has lost a hand to be addressed. for instance, she can't drive her motorcycle anymore, at least not without a proper prosthesis. and its clearly something she liked doing--her helmets! one for her and one for kenji. just. AHHHHHH you know???

i want kenji to be wooed, let brooklynn woo kenji CT writers, let them woo each other.

i realize i keep meandering and never properly answering your question. im so sorry! okay--i think things will be tense, probably, with relief mixed in, but also a lot of hurt, and some anger. i think brooklynn will have her reasons, its a matter of whether or not the camp fam can accept those reasons or not, after all, we cannot force anyone to accept our apologies. i think they will however, though it may be at different stages for different characters. i think kenlynn will be able to reconcile, and im hoping for a "i knew youd come around/dont ruin it" call back. (my biggest hope is for that ghost line callback tho) but i also think brooklynn will have to show kenji that she does value his time and being with him, and just, him. which, i think its clear she does, but she got a little too consumed with her mystery for a hot sec.

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Doc how do you feel about a Harry Potter-inspired YA book that really...wait! Where are you going?

I think the real bullshit tragedy of Harry Potter is: I truly and actually can really, really love magic shit. Magic, and the limits of it, and learning how to master it, these are all things that I can genuinely love. Part of the reason that I am so angry about my own personal True Blood, Shadow and Bone*, is that I LOVE the magic system as she is set up, I love the IDEA behind it, I love that the underpinnings of how they have set it against the Not!Europe at the edge of Not!WW1 is DRIPPING WITH POSSIBILITY.

But so much of this magical school/magic user/fantasy world shit is caught up in God's Specialist Boy Chosen One narratives, which are not interesting to me, an old woman who sees the world won and lost on the back of groups and teamwork. I am no longer fantasizing about being the Chosen One, I am fantasizing about a group of talented people who can communicate and compromise JUST well enough to keep the world going, because that is a fucking adult fantasy world, let me tell you.

It's that and it's Thing One and Thing Two falling in love and that's the central piece and there is no amount of QUILTBAG or racial or cultural identities you could put on Thing One and Thing Two that would make that compelling for me. Have you noticed in my writing there's very few meet-cute, how they got together stuff? It's not just that interesting to me. I like love! Romantic and platonic both! But what matters to me are what those relationships mean to us, and what they make us do, and how they move us in tension with our other ideals. I would much rather open with Fareeha Amari, married, somehow, though she has a clear stick up her sculpted ass, and over time, we see what it is Angela sees in her, what she saw in her when they DID meet, what there IS under all of it, but all of that is SO much more fun when I already know that she has brought the same level of intensity and devotion that she does for everything from military maneuvers to a trip to the grocery store.

But I LOVE magic, especially in less-magic contexts. So for example, I really, for a time, loved the Dresden Files before it really sharply fell off even as pulp. I would ADORE a grown up magical girl story that was really an urban fantasy type. I want Minako to be 23 and trying to make rent. Part of why Shadow and Bone (GOD I AM SO FUCKING MAD ABOUT THIS I BLAME YOU JEWLET) got to me is I loved that the magic users aren't an accepted part of life, that what they do is odd and awed. I have inserted my blorbos into it, of course I have. But yes, i love when the magic is grounded in the BOREDOM of a 'real' world instead of Lorde Filip DuKazmeri of the Throne of Blood and Tears riding in from Happenstance-upon-Milquetoast on his dragon with a Slintergast** at his hip.

ANYWAY, all this to say that when Harry fucking goddamn potter came around, so much magic that is based in 'reality' became patterned after that, and I'm just, so tired of reading it, and I'm so tired of the geegaws and easy morality because fantasy wants rto either be straight Up YA or teehee adult fiction that's mostly a cover for being YA gaymance, and so fantasy and I essentially broke up in like....2009? I want to say? Maybe 2010? Sometime around there, and I rarely drive past its house to see what's going on anymore, the well is fully poisoned now.

*the really bad Netflix television show that is also not good and I recommend to no one. I will not read the books, i have suffered enough.

**sword but like, real cool looking.

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I love seeing all these attumaxreaderxnamora anons! I've been hyperfixating thinking about those two for a while now 🤪😵

Just wanted to share a lil idea I've had lately about how the whole thing could start

For some context, I've always seen Attuma and Namora as frenemies, thus some sort of 50/50 between agreeing/tolerating each other and competing/bickering

1. So I feel like the first time they both saw reader they were both star-strucked by her; they both were left speechless by her beauty and strength

2. Being as blunt and possessive as he is, Attuma probably went after reader first; something clicking in his mind and making him go all mine, not caring about anything nor anyone else in the world; probably didn't even notice Namora also staring at her, he was just blinded by that pull

3. I have a feeling Namora is way more reserved and diplomatic? composed? than Attuma and as soon as she saw him charging towards reader, she could only roll her eyes at how much of a brute he could be (guess Namora is more sensual and gentle so she could be a "gentleman" like that lol)

4. Since Namora is not as blunt as Attuma, I imagine she kept her distance and observed, trying to gather as much information about reader as possible; however, that also made her lose leverage as she basically gave Attuma enough room to woo/court reader

5. Sensing defeat, I imagine Namora taking a rather harsh stance against reader every time she would be around with Attuma but only because she doesn't know how to approach her and also doesn't want Attuma to notice her having a big ol' crush on her; her being so distant and rather dry towards reader also comes from how jealous Namora actually feels, she's also possessive and she also saw reader first and she very well knows she could do a better damn job than Attuma

6. Sparring with reader would probably be the few times Namora has a chance to be near her, like physically near her; she would be so distracted by the way reader moves, her scent, the way her skin feels against hers whenever they clash against one another, and most importantly, by the way reader sounds; oh Namora would pay close attention to every huff or whimper or groan that would escape reader's mouth and would wonder if that's how she sounds whenever she's with Attuma...or if she could make reader sound even sweeter if she had her way with her

7. Eventually Attuma connects the dots and realizes Namora's harshness and distance/coldness towards reader is not because she doesn't like her but because she feels the same pull as him; being the cocky asshole that he is, I'm pretty sure he would tease Namora endlessly about it until she snaps at him and bickers about why would reader choose him over her

Anyways, these lil snippets have been driving me insane lately so I thought I might as well share them here hehe

And yes, I like drama and angsty stuff like that sue me

Also, I apologize if this ended up being too long or if it sounds stupid I promise it looks better in my head

~🦈 anon

HOW DARE YOU LEAVE ME WITH SO FEW CRUMBS, BESTIE?! Do you have any more ideas? Because I would really like to hear/read them.

Don't apologize if the confession is too long, literally every confession I read is, and indeed I read them with pleasure and curiosity❤️

How Namora and Attuma would approach the reader is absolutely accurate! ASDFGHJKLKJHGFDS I mean, in my opinion Attuma is kind of the guy who would start looking for the reader almost like a predator goes after its prey (I think he would also use his size to put more emphasis on it, I mean we looked at it all the mask scene with shuri yeah?)

Namora would literally watch him from afar already understanding what plan he has in mind, and click her tongue at her palate in annoyance. In my opinion Namora thinks Attuma 'plays a little too much' with things, if I'm not mistaken she herself in the film tells him "Stop playing Attuma" after he kept challenging Okoye.

In my opinion, yeah, Namora would feel a little put off by Attuma's way of doing things, believing that there is no room for her in your heart. However, I don't think she's the type to drop the bone so easily. I think she would wait patiently (even without jumping for joy) for the right moment where you and Attuma have an argument or something goes a bit wrong between you two, to be able to jump in and support you in that difficult moment. Namora would support you at any cost, even if you are wrong to Attuma in the argument and I think she would say things like: "I would never have done that to you…" or "I would never have told you…"

Obviously your relationship grows stronger knowing that I would always have support from her and it is at that moment that in my opinion the challenge really begins between Namora and Attuma: who will be able to win your heart.

[mystargirl-interlude]

𝐀&𝐖

Track Two. American Whore. Pairing: Billy Hargrove X OC

word count: 806

part two:

Being put in the spotlight from an extremely young age ruins your life in the long run.

I was born and raised in Ryazan Russia and When I was four I saw those gorgeous girls on tv gliding across the ice doing jumps and twirls with an Olympic symbol in the back and that's when my love for ice skating started.

My first televised competition was when I was 13.

That adrenaline rush of winning a competition became addicting and I never gave up until I won. Winning is first place, everything else is losing.

watching teenage diary of a girl, wondering what went wrong

By the time I was 15 I had made a name for myself and broke numerous world records and was better than olympic gold medalists. But it all comes to an end when you have to move across the globe to live with your aunt because I needed an education but that isn't even the worst part, the worst part is that it wasn't New York or California it was a small town inside of Indiana where you wouldn't even know existed if it weren't for the street signs. I dont even think this would be any better for my education.

Thankfully I was already very fluent in English and French so I won't have any trouble there but apparently I wasn't the only new person here

As I arrive at the small house I take a look at my surroundings becoming aware of everything around me. Seeing little kids stare at me like they have never seen life outside of Hawkins. 

     Location: Hawkins high school. 

Driving up to the school was the most humiliating thing a human can experience, being one of the two new people in a small town where no doubtingly nothing happens so its no secret everyone is going to be in your business. The other new person is much more interesting than be so the attention wasn't on me for long. I look up hearing a loud engine getting closer and closer and seeing a gorgeous blue Camaro come into view. Now that is the most interesting that has happened in this town.

time skip

Finally I get to the office and am getting my name down when a man with dirty blonde hair and denim on denim walks in. Im not going to deny the fact that he was attractive but it was the fact that he knew he was and he was way too  confident. Thats why I kept my distance. I acknowledged his presence and went back to doing what I was doing.

Billy Hargrove:

Now I was new to this town. I didn't know anyone and I didn't need to. i'm from fucking California for fucks sake. Im not going to say moving to this small town didn't mean shit because it did but I was clearly the most modern person there, I mean ( chuckles). I had everyone here wrapped around my finger and I needed to do was to show up.

As  I walk into the office I see another girl in here clearly very different from everyone else around here. She didn't have goofy fried hair like everyone else; she had long and I mean long hair, it was red and not the ginger red, it was a true red color but obviously dyed. she had a slightly round face, she was thin but had a lot of muscle but not to the point where she looked bulky. But the thing that really got me was she barley even spared a second glance at me when I walked in.

And I'm standing over here wondering where this girl comes from because it clearly isn't from around here (Indiana). I Watched her as the front desk lady, I think her name was Betty or some stupid shit like that, it doesn't matter, checked her in. when she asked for her name thats when I really started listening, but was quickly caught off guard when I heard her heavy accent as she spoke, now very clearly not around here speaking about this country. Her name was Alexandra Trusova, it sounded familiar but I quickly brushed it off. As soon as she was finished and started getting her stuff together I started to fix my hair and adjust my jacket, getting ready to pull my usual lines on her. she started walking towards me and I knew I had this in the bag but as she got closer I could barley get out two words before she brushed past me giving me a dirty look like I just interrupted her day, And I'm standing here thinking to myself who the fuck does this girl think she is?

[rayons1only1started]

Tawy

Since I last saw Red, which was a few minutes ago, he has passed out. I feel so bad for him. I can only imagine what being Ash's victim could be like. Whatever it was telling him, it was too much for him.

Poor Red.

I hope Tawny gets here fast.

Red can't last like this a lot longer. I can't either, watching him.

I should tell the Rainbow Friends what I know. But I simply can't. It's not their burden to bear, even if they want to. They don't know how lucky they are.

I then heard a sound that didn't belong to any of the Friends. Someone dragging their legs along the ground, and breathing heavily. Could that be-?

Tawny?

"Tawny?"

"Davis? Are you in there?" [Davis was in the infirmity, and Tawy was walking through the shrub maze.]

"Oh my gosh I'm so glad you came, Trenton- Tawny? Why do you... look like that?" I asked, for the being that turned the corner didn't look like the Tawny I knew. Or sound like her, for it spoke in a rough, deeper, slightly cracked voice. Tawny was wearing an AViVA hoodie, with a hood long enough to hide her eyes. Over her mouth was a red mask with a snarl on it. She was also wearing torn black emo jeans. And was completely soaked.

"I got used to people, Davis. "

"Also, I crashed my car on my way here. You don't have any coffee around do you? I've been up all night." this may have seemed rude, but for Tawy it was positively nice. 

"Sorry Tawny, I don't think there is any coffee around here." I responded, sounding a bit surprised.

"Oh well, the day was meant to go bad. And could you call me Tawy? The others call me that. Well, the few times they addressed me by name, and not bitch, or other colorful names." Tawny said as she plopped down on the chair that I wasn't sitting in.

"Where's Trenton? You guys looked so cute together. Did he break up with you?" Tawy asked yawning, promptly ignoring the cots.

I responded really fast, too fast, with a faint blush on my face; "We were never together, or in love, and he is... a bit broken."  I was a little shaken at the last part.

Tawy looked at him from under her hood. "It's obvious that you both liked each other. Please tell me you noticed that, and didn't think that he never acted strange around you. And what the fuck do you mean 'Broken'?" She inquired.

I blushed harder still, but my expression was of a mourner at a funeral. "I think he freed Ash. Then Ash drove him insane. Then a few minutes ago he blacked out." I replied "Do you know how Ash speaks?"

"Yeah, but I sure hope that I don't have to hear that bastard's voice again, because the first and last time I heard it, it was screaming curse words at me in pain. And its voice... it's unearthly. Like, where have you ever heard that voice? Fucking unearthly." Tawy remarked.

"That's its real voice. It apparently was in too much pain to use its softer ones. It would Never use its real voice on purpose. I don't know why. Perhaps It doesn't like it. But to the point. Ash's other voices are soft and feathery, and if you don't know about that you will think it is your own conscience. Now imagine, those soft, feathery voices, that you think are yourself whispering all your worst fears, all your traumas, confirming them, and you can't escape."

"You can't get away. They will drive insane." I made it worse, picturing Trenton, stuck with all that.

"Damn. I knew Trenton was dealing with horrible stuff, but that, that is just fucking disgusting. I mean, trapping your victim with those hell angel voices, that's just honor-less. Ash is such a piece of shit. Who, who would do this?" Tawy is right in every way.

"Damn. Poor Trenton. Stuck with the hell angels telling him you don't like him." Tawy's face may have been hidden, but I could tell she was smirking.

"Fuck you, Tawy. Since when were you such a smart alec?" I didn't even blush this time. And how could she joke about this?

"At least I'm not- nevermind. You didn't fully answer my question. Where is Trenton?"

"He's right over there. Second cot." I couldn't stand to look as I gave instructions.

Tawy went over to Trenton's cot. 

"Poor Trenton."

I nodded in agreement.

"So, what are we going to do about this? Just track down the sick motherfucker and *Tawy drew a line across her throat*."

"That's the plan, so far. I don't really know, maybe I'll distract it and you'll go and stab it. But later. I want to get some sleep. Also, try and hide yourself from Ash. It doesn't know you are here." I told Tawy. I'd been up all night.

She left, leaving me alone with Trenton. He was still out. Was it really obvious I loved him? Were all the things Tawy said true? Were me and Trenton really this blind?

I'd give anything to be like before, even if we were just friends. 

I simply can't believe he is insane.

If Trenton was still sane, what would have happened?

Did he even realize that the voices weren't his conscience?

Just wait Trenton, we'll make Ash pay for this.

I should go to sleep.

I should.

I can't!

----------------Time skip-----------------

"Davis! Get your ass up and come do something about Trenton!" a rough voice came through my semi-conscious state.

"Huh...? Is he awake..?"I groaned, not happy that Tawy had woken me up.

"Noooo, I just wanted you to look at your boyfriend. Yes, dipshit, he's awake!". Wow. Tawy really needs to drop the sarcasm and quit taunting me about Trenton. We're not together. Or in love.

I sat up, my cheeks burning. How does she even come up with these phrases?

"Be careful around him; he thinks you'll hurt him." I told Tawy before she could bound over there and have Trenton blackout again.

"I wasn't going to do anything, you go tell your boyfriend we're all friends. I don't want to make him blackout." Damn. Such sass.

"You just want to ship us. And we aren't in love!" I said angrily, as I headed over to Trenton's cot.

"Sure, dipshit. Want me to leave so you can make out in peace?" she offered innocently. 

"WE AREN'T IN LOVE!" I practically shouted, but not loud enough for Trenton to flinch.

"Well, I'll be 'round the corner chatting with some random Rainbow Friend. You two make out in peace!" with that Tawy waved and left, and I could tell she was smirking. Someone has to do something about all that sass.

I sigh. I'm not sure Trenton can recognize me. And if he can, why in the world would he care about my god forsaken feelings? 

I have to try. "Trenton?"

He sat up away from me, like last time. And he looked even more scared. 

"Trenton. I know you can hear some voices in your head. They aren't you. They aren't your conscience. They are someone named Ash. Ash is messing with your head." I paused, looking down.

"Don't believe what it tells you. I will come up with a plan soon. Just hold on." I looked back at him, and he was staring unblinking back at me, full of pain and confusion. 

I took his hand, this time allowing him to take it back. He didn't, but still flinched with the contact.

"Trenton, can you say anything?". He probably can't.

"... stay... ash... can't... no...   .... stay... n... o... pl... e... a... s... e..." he whispered, clearly in pain. Oh god, his voice. That bitch Ash.

"I'll stay. Please tell me you want me to leave." I told him, though I doubt he would like that. I moved to sit next to him. He actually didn't seem to be afraid of that.

He seemed to look even more confused at this, but that made his eyes a bit less clouded with pain. Poor Trenton. I wish I could help him more.

Just then, he whisper shouted "... stop... no... stay... no... no... no... not... please... stay... stop... no... hurts... stop... no... no... stop... " and started clutching at his head.

I got up quickly, but Trenton didn't stop. 

"... no... stay... please... stop... stop... sorry... sorry... no... plea... se... stop... st... op... stay... no... wait... stay... no... st... ay... w... ai... t... s... t... a...y... s... o... r... r...y... no... n... o... n... o...   "

I shouted "TAWY! GET YOUR ASS HERE!" and started toward Trenton. His words were growing more spread out, and softer. Just I was close enough to touch him, he turned his head toward me, and collapsed. I caught him, but he was already out. "TAWY!"

She turned the corner, her mask off, scowling. "What. Me and Green were- OH SHIT!". I take it that she saw Trenton. 

"So... Ash?"

"YES ASH! I WOULDN'T DO THIS TO HIM!" I shouted. I put Trenton back on his cot as Tawy walked over.

"Davis? I think it's time to see Ash." I ignored her, my eyes still on Trenton. Even unconscious he looked in pain, but that didn't make him seem any less cuter. I wanted to KILL Ash for this.

"Davis? You done admiring your boyfriend?" TAWY!

"WE'RE JUST FRIENDS!!! FOR THE LAST TIME!" NOT NOW!

"Ok ok, jez, cool your annoying ass down." Tawy said, but I could tell she was trying hard not to snap back.

"Let's find Ash.". Tawy nodded.

Fuck you so damn bad Ash! Why are you taking your anger out on Trenton?! Why the hell are you like this, cruel and heartless?! Why did I even create you?!

[z1mmie]

Just finished Wednesday and I have so many thoughts--especially about our love interest boys--so I'm just gonna blab them all here:

(Spoilers!!)

I guess I'll just start with how frustrating I find xavier's character. Not from a writing standpoint--his charactization works perfectly for a teenage boy with a crush--but just how unable he was to understand Wednesday. That girl never said she was gonna be his friend and he KNEW she suspected him of being the monster

But he does NOTHING to change her mind!!!

I mean, correct me if I'm misremembering but all he did was get pissy and butthurt when she accused him and didn't give her any evidence to the contrary. She's only known you for what--a month? Maybe? How is she supposed to know what you're capable of??!

He just cant see stuff from her pov and it drives me crazy.

And now on top our actual monster tyler!

I got spoiled for this before I watched the whole show but I...am still hesitant to think that hes a full bad guy in this situation. The whole master-pawn situation leaves a lot of wiggle room when it comes to actual blame. And I wanna say that tyler is entirely faultless and never wanted to commit those murders.

Now the biggest evidence to the contrary is what he told Wednesday in the police station, but as someone else already pointed out--we don't know to what extent the master has control. Watching the scene closely I almost feel like theres a moment afterward where he snaps back after--like he was *ordered* to say that so Wednesday would lose faith in him.

However I have trouble coming up with *why* laurel would want him to do this. The only thing I can think of that she gains is that she prevents Wednesday from trying to split their connection or reach out to tyler specifically.

(As an aside I genuinely think that he liked her and that she liked him--i saw chemistry there! (tho I'd understand if he lost feelings considering she tortured him))

I just want to know more about the hyde situation and how it works in general and I'm hoping we will learn more considering one of the ending scenes in the finale.

Considering its direct connection to mental health, a further explanation could go really really poorly. We dont need anymore vilifying of bipolar disorder or traumatic stress, which is why I'm more inclined to believing that tyler is innocent of intention (relatively speaking).

But overall I really liked the show! I know theres been a lot of complaints about the Addams family portrayal and how it's not accurate and i can't say much on that since I never watched the originals. However, new adaptations will always have changes and as someone looking at this with almost no prior knowledge (I've watched the Addams family broadway musical) I think it achieved what it wanted to do. Wednesday was a fascinating protagonist, the story was interesting, and they introduced us to a new world that they can now further expand in s2. No complaints.

(I am hoping for more mooning for Wednesday tho because I think it's very amusing when she shows almost no interest in return (excluding tyler))

(I just wrote more in the last half hour for a damn tumblr post then I did for the 3 project I have due before Monday >w<)

[silverloreley]

Watching till the end of the moon is just making me appreciate LBFAD so much more, the conflict between those two made so much sense and xiao lan hua struggled with it but stood by DFQC and understood him and loved him. The way YXW is acting is driving me insane, it doesn't make sense in the context of the show, idc about the novel,things should make sense in the context of the drama on it's own,this is supposedly an epic love story but one half is constantly betraying the other

LBFAD is amazing and I don't think I would have started TTEOTM if the first had not stolen my whole heart. But they're completely different on so many levels: one is a fairytale, the other is a high fantasy bloody drama, one is a cheerful love story that has some heavy moments and deep themes at the heart, the other is a tragic romance that starts with blood and will probably end the same way, they are not the same at all, I can't compare the two.

Don't get me wrong, I love both in their own way, but they start from different standpoints and their FLs are deeply different too. We don't quite know much about LSS before she became YXW, while we have the whole life and backstory of XLH unraveled for us, their differences are in character also.

I still think TTEOTM is a love story, but a twisted one, the kind where love isn't enough alone, where there is no right thing to do, where one must lose more than the self to win because there is too much at stake. LSS is ready to give up her everything for the greater good, her identity, her love, her life... noble, sure, but the right thing would be for her to fight for her love and the world all the same, to communicate more (and wasn't that the same mistake MY and SJ made?), to try and find a middle ground and she doesn't. Which is probably due to her upbringing, we can't forget she was the daughter of a sect leader, the values they must have instilled in her since childhood are radicated deep down. We did see XLH grow from her prejudices and I really wish LSS will do the same, but I can't see it happening anytime soon and I worry there won't be the chance for her to, if the spoilers I found around are true.

But you're right about some things making no sense without the novel being involved, as someone who didn't read it either I was very confused when LSS went to XL, why would she do that? I can understand LSS jumping to the worst conclusions about TTJ's actions over and over again because she saw him at his worst and most powerful and she's constantly waiting, terrified, for the other shoe to drop and him going full on the dark side, I get it and don't blame her, yet I can't see why would she root for the Shang royal family when she knows they are scum (in the drama, again, which is the only thing that truly matters, the story must make sense on its own!).

In this respect, Qingyu is way more reasonable, he switched sides to save his men and is watching for proof of having made the right choice (and gets them, time and time again), while LSS is slowly starting to look at what's going on with more objectivity... but too slowly! While the time constraint she has (the 300 days that must be less than 200 by now, more or less) makes her antsy! I don't know if the demons being free en masse will mean the Evil Bone will react to them and activate or what (this is the only explanation I could imagine for it) but she's in a rush and that's never good when in delicate situations (that's what tragedies are made of, that's why I can't see a happy ending here, although I hope I'm wrong and there will be one).

Anyway, I still like the show with all its flaws (I liked way lower-quality stuff over time and I'll never deny it) and will follow it until the end, hoping the mistakes so far will be explained/fixed later on. Otherwise, I'll just do what I did before, fics and fandom support.

;)

[asknarashikari]

Some Riders and Shinkengers react to this scene before them.

Kotaro: Kadoya-san, thank you.

Kadoya: Don't mention it?

Kotaro: If it hadn't been for you, I would have witnessed something that would scar me for life.

Kadoya: okay?

Kotaro: *bows at Kadoya*

Kadoya: Don't mention it kid.

Kotaro: *says to himself, but Kadoya was straining his ears to hear what he said.* Dreaming is fine, its the muttering of what she dreamt about is disturbing.

Kadoya: What's disturbing?

Kotaro: *blushes* oh you heard that?

Kotaro: It's just that, Raptor has been dreaming of Lucky and the others lately.

Kotaro: And I know what those dreams can be about.

Kadoya: Wait, the pink robot?

Kadoya: That mother hen of a robot is ho-Simp on main?

Kotaro: I don't know what ho-simp is, but you might be right.

Kotaro: With the Voyagers under maintenance and the rooms needed cleaning too, I really had nowhere else to go to escape her dream.s

Kadoya: You're one precocious kid, you know that?

Kotaro: Still thank you, even if you did not mean to send me your silver thingies

Kadoya: Aurora veils, they're called aurora veils.

Kotaro: They do look like colorless auroras that i saw in pictures.

Kadoya: THat's it, you're going on a trip

Kadoya: Let me call Rogue, Drive, and OOO

Kotaro: What?

Well, I suppose even Takeru (who has suffered the most from his antics- see Neko Tono incident) would have enough faith in Tsukasa to not be irresponsible with an actual child*. When he was actually dumb enough to do that, he got what was coming to him, and he learned his lesson for once.

I kinda get why Shinnosuke and Eiji would be asked along... but Gentoku? Is this for bureaucratic stuff or something?

*They have less faith in him if the person in question is 15 and up lol

[glapplebloom]

Alt Title: Can we figure out who did it?

My Little Ace Attorney: Elements of Justice is a fan continuation of the original Phoenix/MLP crossover Turnabout Storm. Currently, Dash is on trial yet again and it's up to Phoenix to save her. Differences being currently its for poisoning another Wonderbolt Cadet and Sonata is the actual Defense Lawyer against Princess Luna. Though I will admit the series gives me some problems.

Luna is not being a good prosecutor, at least one that actually cares about finding out the truth. As of right now, she’s just trying to fit pieces together to make her side win without having all the possible pieces. But this is not a writing critique, it's a character flaw. After failing her last trial to save a kid, she’s desperately looking for a W and at this point doesn’t care about how she gets it, even going as far as attacking characters since she has no strong evidence other than her emotional drive to get a guilty verdict.

And this is a double edge sword for me because the day before Episode 3-5, I was in a Debate where Luna’s tactics won. It was less a debate and more “our side tries to explain why our series is better by explaining what it is all about while the other side mostly bad mouths Yu Yu Hakusho since it isn’t Jujutsu Kaisen in front of Jujutsu Kaisen fans.” So to make myself feel better, I’ve decided to take Luna’s role and see if I could figure out what’s going on before we find out, most likely in 3-9 considering how long the last trial was...

The Victim

What we know as well as Luna does is the victim and Rainbow Dash had a grudge with each other. Rainbow Dash believes Stream Line is a cheater. Rainbow Dash was seen exchanging juice boxes. Stream Line also collapsed suddenly. She was also suffering from the following symptoms: extreme levels of perspiration, a dangerously high heart rate, light-headedness followed by vomiting, and an overwhelming impression of anxiety.  And before passing out, she was mumbling something.

Luna saw the symptoms and immediately thought someone poisoned Stream Line and found Grickle Grass to have the same symptoms. This is despite the tox screening showing up negative. Now assuming there is no other fictional plant that will be made up that causes similar symptoms but more, let’s see what other causes could have those symptoms...

The first thing I found is a Panic Attack. It symptoms includes hot flashes/sweating (Extreme levels of perspiration), racing or pounding heartbeat aka palpitations (a dangerously high heart rate), dizziness, lightheadedness, nausea; (light-headedness followed by vomiting), and dreamlike sensations or perceptual distortions like a feeling of detachment; (the hallucination). And with Anxiety being a leading cause of Panic Attacks, this fits the bill a lot better than Grickle Grass.

Another thing I’m thinking of, to go along with Dash thinking she’s a cheater, is that she’s suffering from Withdrawal. It varies from drug to drug but some of the symptoms include vomiting, anxiety, disorientation and hallucinations. Opioid withdrawal also includes perspiration and heart pounding. Same for Alcohol Withdrawal and probably others. And while they tested the victim, a thing they did not test were the juice boxes themselves...

The Poison?

Apparently while Dash only started drinking the stuff recently, Stream Line constantly drank the stuff. And only after Dash began to switch juice boxes that she was not as good as she was. Not to mention, in order to poison a juice box she would need to contaminate it with the poison. Something that should be more noticeable since, in Pinkie’s words, Dash is only medium sneaky. And while Luna proved Dash has the means to sneak stuff to the Wonderbolts Academy, she didn’t prove Dash did.

Spitfire stated they checked for contraband before and after the incident. Finding no evidence of Grickle Grass in either incident, Luna only had “Pinkie sneaked drinks to the Wonderbolt Academy Grounds” as her only line of defense with no evidence that she even knows how to make Grickle Grass. Because despite how easy it is to make, we still have no clue of the ingredients to make them. It's apparently exotic as well as uncommon, making the ease of its making moot in comparison. 

And if poisoning is the cause of it, the easiest solution would be to analyze the juice boxes. The ones in Rainbow Dash’s locker as well as Stream Line’s. If Rainbow Dash somehow got someone to make the poison and transferred it to the grounds via the juice boxes, then the current juice boxes should have the poisons in it since in order to have poison it and have nothing found at the Academy then it has to have already been in the Juice Boxes.

And... One More Thing...

Notice how her Tox Screening found nothing. Well, while Tox Screenings aren’t fully fallible, you know what gets a lot of false negatives? Benzodiazepine. But here’s another thing... Most Drugs usually get out of your system at most a week later. And according to the other Wonderbolts, it was during the week that Stream Line was looking less effective...

My Theory

Someone was contrabanding illegal stuff through juice boxes alright, but it wasn’t Rainbow Dash. Whatever was in those drinks gave Stream Line a big leg up, so when Rainbow Dash began to exchange them that’s when she began to not be as effective as she was. So what Stream Line suffered was not from poisoning, but Withdrawal. The symptoms weren't because there was something in her system, it was because there wasn’t anything within her system. So in truth, Stream Line was using enhancements to improve her own abilities and with them gone, she wasn’t performing well.

Am I right, I bet I am but only the future can tell us. Sadly, it won’t be for months from now...

[casspurrjoybell-32]

Runaway Wolf - Chapter 3b

*Warning Adult Content*

Levi Blackman

Throughout the night I took a couple shots of my own, that us bartenders were entitled to, as long as we didn’t get into the expensive stuff. 

I talked with this lonely chick, who never moved from the bar booth the whole night.

I don’t get the point of going to a club alone.

It wasn’t like the movies or on T.V. where you think you’ll end up going home with someone, which actually happens less than you would think.

No one just goes home with some random person, who knows who they might be.

She had about four Cosmo’s and was spilling her guts to me and I listened to every word.

I mean damn that girl was sad.

By two o'clock, I was freaking beat and my feet hurt like a bitch.

Eli was practically sleeping on his feet, as he swayed a little.

I walked over to him and slapped him in the head slightly and his eyes snapped open.

He looked up at me surprised.

I chuckled and pointed to his chin.

“You got a little drool there.”

He quickly wiped it away with his sleeve as I laughed.

I could have sworn if his skin wasn’t a mocha color, I would have seen him blush.

Quickly as possible, we cleaned the counters, restocked the bar again, for tomorrows shift of workers, since we were nice and respectful.

On the way out I walked with Eli through the back door and we talked about some of the people from tonight, you could have heard us laughing our ass off all the way down the street.

“Hey you want a ride home?” he asked walking to his car.

“Sure,” I was dead tired and I didn’t think I could make the couple of blocks to get home.

I opened the door, as he started the car, when I saw something white rush across the empty street and into the alley behind me.

I frowned, blinking at the dark alleyway.

“What the hell?” I said aloud.

“What?” Eli asked ducking his head to look at me through the window.

Was I hallucinating?

I looked at him.

“Did you see that?”

He gazed at me like I had lost my mind.

“See what, Dude?” he peered out his windshield then back at me.

“It looked like a…” my voice fading.

It couldn’t be, not here.

“Dude, you're seeing things. It’s all those shots you had... just get in and I’ll take you home, Man,” he said but I shook my head.

“You know what? I think I’ll just walk. Okay?”

Wanting to see if I was right.

“Are you sure. I don’t think I should leave you here alone.”

I rolled my eyes and smiled at him.

“I’m far from drunk, Eli. Trust me. I just need to clear my head, alright? I’ll see you next week.”

And before he could protest I closed the car door and waved him off, he hesitated for a moment before driving off.

Once he was out of sight I turned towards the alleyway and peered down the dark eerily silent area.

My vision sharpened, as I pushed my wolf close to the surface a bit.

I hadn’t needed to use my wolf for all these years and it was kind of nostalgic, feeling him like this again.

So you know all those movies that you scream at saying...

'Don’t go in there dumbass.'

Yeah... Well... I was going to be that dumbass right now.

Slowly I took a step in the alley, there was debris scattered all on the floor.

The walls were covered in graffiti and the smell of the place reeked of I don’t know what and I didn’t want to know.

As I got closer to the end of the ally, I saw the same white form from earlier and realized that whatever it was... it was looking straight at me.

It's eyes were like two reflector disks.

Then it growled, lowering its body in a defensive position, ready to strike at any minute.

My wolf eyes, began to see clearly and I saw a wolf pup, standing in front of someone, who was sitting on the ground and slouching up against the wall.  

I growled back, showing him who was the Alpha in this fight and he backed down immediately, with a whine and curled up to the figure on the floor, never taking his eyes off me.

“Excuse me?” I called as I got closer.

They didn’t move.

“Excuse me?” I called again, wondering why the hell I was trying to help some homeless person, with a freaking wolf.

I don’t usually do this to any of the hobos in L.A.

When they still hadn’t moved, I finally stood in front of them.

It was indeed a guy, he had a ratty jacket on and his hood was over his head.

I noticed he was wearing grey bottoms, that looked like it was made out of that thin material, that they make nurses wear at hospitals.

He wore worn-out slip-on shoes that looked like they use to be white.

The wolf had laid it's small head on his lap' staring at me curiously now.

The man shivered just then and his scent wavered up to my nose and I stiffened.

That familiar masculine scent' made my world tilt.

I staggered away from him, which caused him to finally look up at me, in surprise.

No, no, no.

Not now.

Not when everything is finally bearable.

His grey eyes were bright and beautiful as they have always been but they looked far older than last I saw them, when they were full of anger and regret.

He had dirt smudged on his cheek, his blonde hair was peeking from under his hood and I watched as his lips parted, like he was about say something.

The sounds around me were fading in and out as I stared at him in horror.

Why did he have to show up?

Then the anger set in and I just wanted to scream at him, hit him till he begged for me to stop.

Just the sight of his face, boiled my blood and I felt my wolf scratching at the surface, responding to my reaction of see his face again.

We felt betrayed by him and wanted to exact our revenge.

“Are you alright?” I finally hear him say and his deep smooth voice hummed all over my body and in my nerves.

It was a sound that I craved for so long and a sound I never wanted to hear again.

My wolf froze and began whining.

‘Well that didn’t last long, did it,’ I growled at him.

He whined and scratched more.

‘Mate.’

Apparently he forgave easily but I wasn’t going to do that.

Shaking my head I glared down at the man, that had broke me into pieces, those three years ago and opened my mouth to tell him off, finally, now that I could look at him and feel something other than complete love and devotion.

“I’m sorry, do you know me?” he asked, struggling to his feet.

And my anger died before it could reach my lips.

His would cause me to stagger in confusion.

His eyes were round with expectation, as he waited for my answer.

I couldn’t get anything out my mouth, so I dully nodded.

What the hell does he mean do I know him?

He should know better than anyone.

Then he smiled and my heart stopped, that was the first smile I had ever seen on his handsome face.

He reached out to shake my hand but I didn’t have to guts to touch him again.

I couldn’t.

He noticed and dropped his hand.  

“Well can I get your name?” he asked hesitantly.

He looks so unsure of himself and I’d never seen him insecure about anything, all the time I’ve known him.

“L-Levi,” I stuttered in a low tone.

He nodded relaxing a bit.

“Hello Levi. I’m Kyle.”  

[mocacheezy]

Moca watches: Friday the 13th Part 2

I watched the first movie a while back, and decided to watch this one tonight!

Short: This movie is 90% eye-candy, and about 10% horror. It's a 6/10 for me.

Live reaction:

The amount of quality boobie jiggles and ass shots and panties and jfjsjfjs. My bi self is enjoying myself immenesly.

I can't wait for Scott the asshole to die.

*not 5 minutes later that I typed this*

Thanks Jason! :D

Ginny has good points and I hope she survives. Or atleast dies last.

Me looking at the girl not closing the wooden shuttters despite there being lightning and harsh winds:

"Girl there's a storm coming, close and lock these!"

"Sees her put perfume on her pubes*

GIRLIE NO, YOUR COOCHIE!

...

Ginny YOU LEFT THE FUCKING SAW THERE TAKE THAT SHIT WITH YOU

That ending where Muffin shows up, and I was constantly just like "the window, tHE WINDOW, YOUR BACK IS TO THE WINDOW", and yet they almost got me to relax completely with that doggo there.

And the close up of his moms face and then nothing jumping up had me so on edge like "no way is she gonna open her eyes. No way, she's not alive, she cannot be alive."

Thoughts:

The reviews and summaries I've read and heard about the franchise weren't kidding about everyone dying because they're doing bad stuff. And by bad stuff I mean smoking The Weed, wanting to fuck and driving fast on a motorbike.

I was surprised by the dude in wheelchair being asked if he needs help, saying he's fine and not being pressured to accept help. Learning why he's paralyzed was mreh, but again, am glad I knew the movie was going the way it was. Also if that hit didn't kill him, all those fucking stairs for sure did like damn.

I was really rooting for Ginny, but the amount of distress this girl gave me. As well as the many times where she just left a weapon nearby Jason. Broken pitchfork, knife, a CHAINSAW. CHAINSAW GINNY, KEEP A HOLD OF THAT!!!

The acting was pretty good, except for the Dumbass "I wanna go to Camp Blood!" and her ChickenShit boyfriend. Not only was the girl annoying and not convincing with her lines, but I also wanted to slap her so bad story wise. The movie wouldn't be happening if she wasn't nosey, but I just in general dislike the 'first couple to die'. They just annoy the hell out of me. At least they were somewhat attractive.

In general, all the Councelors had some beautiful bodies. The ladies especially, and I could honestly say this isn't a horror movie to me. Its eye-candy where you know that they'll die. I was too focused on the pretty shots of natural people to be actually scared.

Ginny thinking of what would happen if Jason really was more than a legend though really put some things in perspective. Her utilizing the sweater and nearly convincing Jason she was his mother was both amazing and horrifying, especially with the way it was shot.

And the character of Jason also sounds incredibly tragic, and is when you look at it. Where he lives, who knows what growing up was like, the possibilities she counted are all very bleak. It makes the whole thing quite sad really, and is disappointing from perspective of noone even looking for him after the girl from last movie said he's still out there. A kid grew up to become this.

I do wonder though, at what point did his face become this deformed? Because before he drowned it didn't appear so, but when he first dragged that teen from the boat, and in this movie, his face is very deformed. What on earth happened?

All in all the movie was good. Could do without the face eating and sloppy kissing, but it didn't last long.

On account of no-one but Ginny being likable, and the amount of sexy naked ladies, I give it 6/10 rating.

[occoris]

had a dream just now that I was going to a concert (held outdoors in the courtyard of a little record shop) to see Emilie Autumn and some other act, idk.

we met with my friend from work (B) on the way bc they were also going and my mom, who has met this friend before, asks me "has she slept?" and im like [considers everything i know about this person even though I don't know if they've slept] "its possible?"

and moms like "I dont think she's slept. im making her go home." but by this mom doesn't mean SHE'S making them go home she means I'M making them go home.

so I go to try and be like Hey Uh Whats Up and B YELLS at me for asking this question and it quickly becomes apparent that they're super fucking manic. and after we both calm down they tell me some stuff about the intervening 2 weeks since I saw them last, including that they just got fucking married apparently, and at this point im like I Need To Get Them Home But How.

dear reader I do not succeed bc my fatal flaw is I hate getting yelled at and its already happened and *in the dream* I'm thinking to myself "interacting with manic ppl is my real irl job why can't I do this with my friend :("

so we get to the concert and the venue is tiny and outside and super cute and the parking lot is SO big compared to the size of the record store and I lose my friend in the crowd and some little fucking kid steals my copy of "The Psychology of The Legend Of Zelda" out if my backpack (this pisses me tf off lmao) and while I'm looking for my friend I instead find

• two dudes fucking, fully naked, in the parking lot (one of them is trans. eventually they change positions and when they do this the cis dude starts wearing jeans. they stay near their truck but the truck is often like, in the background of shots of the dream and they just stay there fucking in the big the rest of the dream)

• a client from work who B and I both know.

we dont work there anymore but it hasn't been 2 years yet so we're not SUPPOSED to interact with them but like. I like this client a lot so dream me is like "fuck it im talking to them" bc they're really happy to see me.

(I am gendering B they/them bc those are their pronouns- u will notice my mom, true to life, used their Good Enough Backup pronouns. the client is they/them for anonymity.)

so we hug and say hi and its nice and they're like "im so excited to see B, too!!" and im like "about that, they're missing????? I dont know where they went. I might leave soon to find them/drive them home"

and then im like "if we see my family in there can I introduce you to them?" and they're like "i would like that" and then we wander back into the crowd and I woke up shortly after