#i think that was awesome. that was great. do this more im demanding it

[oc-cinematic-universe]

people should ask me about my blorbos playlists every day of my life

[bonchobrick]

So I’ve seen some posts going around about a ‘Bruce adopts Danny and everyone thinks they’ll finally have a normal family member—Danny is very not normal’ and here’s my late night take on it.

Or

Danny batfam au where they batfam tries really hard to keep their vigilante ass-kicking nightlife a secret from danny because he is ‘the only normal one in the family’ this becomes a problem however when danny gets kidnapped.

——-

The batfam all work together in a deeply serious family meeting to save their boy. After hours of combining their brains together they come up with a plan that will effectively save danny from joker, kick joker’s ass, and also make them look really cool while doing it.

So they bust in that warehouse, guns blazing, explosions fading in the background, a gust of dramatic dust covers the air

Batman steps infront of the rest of the team and demands to the blurry figure somewhere in the distance, “Where is Danny!”

The dust clears–they expect bad guys pointing weapons meancingly at them, they expect a cackle of a wicked clown amused at whatever plot he had planned coming to life, they expected a terrified boy perhaps tied somewhere likely siting in a chair that joker could present to the bats as a way of taunting them.

The dust settles–they observed their surroundings looking around and realize that, there are few new facts to be added into this ‘defeat the villain, get the bro, happy ending equation’

There is decidedly no weapons being pointed at them: In fact, all of the henchmen are already knocked out and tied up.

There is decidedly no evil laughs being echoed their way: In fact, the only noise that isnt coming from them is a light scritch scratch of a pencil

And there is decidedly no terrified little boy, there is a Danny however and he seems to be doing alright–actually scratch that.

Danny is doing wonders for the situation he’s in right now: In fact–

–Danny is sitting criss cross applesauce on-top a knocked out tied up Joker doing his algebra homework

The small blue eyed boy looks up at Batman's voice and visibly brightens, “Oh hey guys, I was wondering when you’d show up.”

Jason says with the utmost of comprehension, “...what.”

“So hi, I’m kinda new to gotham so sorry about beating these guys up, I think they’re villains? I dunno, anyways if you could take care of these guys while I call an uber home that’d be great.”

Danny sends them a blinding smile which would've been adorable if there weren’t a massive pile of bodies he were casually walking away from.

As Danny nears the exit he looks over his shoulder to the baffled group of vigilantes and blinks

“Oh yeah one last thing,” Danny rubs the back of his neck nervously, “Could you guys not tell the Waynes about this.”

Damian speaks up for the rest of his frozen family, albeit hesitantly, “I do think they have already been alerted of your kidnapping.”

“Oh no that's fine.” Danny starts nervously, “It's more about me being the… fighter… in this situation. I was just adopted by them and they seem really nice, I don’t want to scare them away being all grrrr im a scary monster boy and i love to hurt people argh.”

“I don’t think they’d think you're a monster.” Tim adds quietly

“Eh, tell that to my birth parents–they went psycho on me. Like evil scientist psycho, it was not as awesome as the movies make it sound, having scientists for parents.” Danny says bittersweet as he admits with a shrug

There is a moment of silence as the batfamily reevaluate the adoption file that states Danny’s family before they passed were very good people–albeit a bit excentric.

Dick blurts out, “Where did you learn to fight?”

Danny sends him an anxious chuckle, “I actually started when I was fourteen–my town always ran into some trouble so I had to step up. It’s part of the reason I moved here actually. I really don’t want anything to do with that hero vigilante life anymore…” The boy puts his hands together in a pleading motion, “So please don’t tell The Waynes!”

Bewildered at the situation as a whole they nod in a daze

The boys eyes widen at their easy agreement and he grins, “Thank you so so much! I’ve got to go now, it’s way past my curfew. but you’ll probably see me again next time I get kidnapped–I’ll make sure to put in a good word for you guys with my family bye!”

And just like that Danny slips off into the night leaving behind a family who were so sure they finally found a normal addition to their pack.

Jason sighs looking forlornly at the spot Danny had previously been standing, “You could just never pick the just semi-mentally healthy normal kids could you?”

Bruce groans pinching his the bridge of his nose

[teal-tealwren]

okayy i got to the infamous stone sword stream and um i think im starting to really get y'all now. like i cant stop thinking about subz' duel while zam watches and how it completely changes his frame of mind

because subz had to fight to even get to have this duel, since mapicc and ro felt it wasn't justified, and of course he did it firstly cause he needed an end for his video. but this is such a great example of what i love in this kind of mcrp because when you think about character reasoning he demands a hopeless duel he knows he'll lose, because he cannot trust mapicc and ro to be benevolent. and he does so in front of zam, who is asked not to interfere, who has a history of not stepping in, who is at peak paranoia and is suspicious of everyone, even subz. and zam is so very afraid and he sees the one person who showed up for him when he needed it choose to fight, even if he knows he'll die, because he has to do something. and for subz, this fight is meant to be an ending and it seems to be of the bad kind but then zam stands in front of him and gives him the armor off his back. zam, who was so scared to do anything that might link him to anyone, who was so scared to even come to spawn. subz just opposed mapicc and ro in the most blatant way you can and the first thing zam does is show him indisputable support.

i dont know where i was going with this i guess it's the fact that for subz it's supposed to be just a small dot at the end of a chapter but then for zam it's a slap across the face that is finally enough to tear him out of the web of fear he's been paralyzed in for so long. it's how he's been all alone since he betrayed team awesome and he cannot let himself trust anyone and he's so afraid to cross any more lines he's so afraid to die, and then he sees his friend die in front of him undaunted, and it must shake something deep inside him. because in the end he was wrong not to trust him and he has to do something about it. anything. even if he's scared and even if it's pointless. he owes it to subz. whatever man i'm normal about these characters i'm so normal

[finchesslingshott]

AH YES THE LONG-AWAITED GREAT GATSBY CAST ALBUM NOTES FROM FINCH READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

roarin’ on - 10/10

this song has literally been on loop since it first came out

has zero right to be this much of a banger

lives in my head rent free

oh nick carraway the man you are

“tonight lets misbehaaaaaave” scratches my brain in just the right way

WHERES THE PARTY AND CAN YOU TAKE ME THERE ANDDD WHEN THE PARTYS OVER CAN YOU FIND ANOTHER PARTY SOMEWHEREEEE

harmonies my beloved

“turns out: manhattan is expensive!” nick carraway laugh line era is so good

“with his arms spread to the SKYYYYYYYYY” oh i love tenors so much

nick’s speaking voice is so silly i love it he’s just a little guy

the ensembles little “oh oh oh oh”s make me so happy

ORCHESTRA MARRY ME

NICKS TENOR RANGE GOOD GRAVY IT NEVER CEASES TO AMAZE ME

absolute rose - 7.5/10

the ukulele goes crazy

jordan’s dialogue is so silly what a woman

DAISYS LITTLE GIGGLE IM GONNA DIE

ew tom i visibly frowned

ORCHESTRA I LOVE YOU

tom no one likes you shut your face

oh daisy’s voice what a woman

new money - 8.7/10

OK GET IT THIS BEAT IS SO GOOD WHAT THE HECK

samantha pauly i love you

AAA CHROMATIC SCALE MY EYES ACTUALLY WIDENED

its almost like 80s core as well as having that 20s swing and i love it

WOLFSHEIM!!!! HEY POOKS (my favorite minor character he doesnt get talked about enough)

“who’s the teahcer?” “thats nick carraway”

the rumors section oh my goodness i literally cant ensemble i literally love you

“do you believe thay about mr gatsby?” “WHAAT?”

oh jordan your speaking voice dear

JORDANNNN

for her - 9.5/10

ITS OUR BOY LADS OH MY GOSH

oh orchestra oh lyrics oh jeremy

“daisyyyy” IM CRYING

the smooth switches between falsetto and full chest voice just adds to the emotion

ORCHESTRAAAAAA

OH ITS THE PART FROM TIKTOK

ok enunciation and emotion get it jeremy

LITERALLY IN ACTUAL TEARS OH MY WORD JEREMY

oh strings you and your tremolo are killing me over here

“now she has TOOOOO KNOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW ITS ALLLL FOR HERRRRRRRRRRRRRR”

valley of ashes - 7.5/10

this beat is so cool oh my gosh 

who is this singing??? i cant tell??? 

OHHHH ITS THAT GUY HEY WILSON

talking to the billboard of the doctors eyes is actually a detail i had headcanoned when i originally read the book and this is actually making me so happy

oh wilson and his wife (whos name i forgot)

“youve got the eyes of God / if God needed glasses”

that was actually so cool what

way too short

second-hand suit - 8.7/10

im loving the ukulele content in this musical 100/10

this role is so clarisse la rue from the lightning thief and i love it

the mood and beat change when she starts talking about tom is insane

the drum beat is so cool what

i cant remember her name for the life of me what is wrong with me

I LOVE THIS OMW NEW DREAM ROLE

for better or worse - 9.5/10

oh no oboe (?) solo i know im gonna start crying 

“and to learn that my soldier has returned / its both a blessing and a curse / is it for better or for worse?”

literally just texted my voice teacher demanding (/j) to work on this song 

“and not to thinkkk about the PAAAAAAST”

oh my gosh wow hold on crying what the flip

somehow “once upon a december” coded

OH OH OH OH NO OH NO

i think my soul just left my body

the met - 8.5/10

AWESOME BASS LINE I’M ALREADY SOLD

MYRTLE THATS HER NAME DEAR GOODNESS I THOUGHT IT WAS LIKE MIRIAM OR MARY OR SMTH 

woah mr mckees voice makes him more creepy than he alr was in the book

“i need a dose of culture / and i need a cigarette”

“in the bedroom lighting i’m an eight” is literally insane

WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON IN THIS SONG

myrtle’s sister ranking different people is literally so crazy calling gatsby a 5 when he’s literally JEREMY FLIPPING JORDAN

katherine’s myrtle’s sister’s name right???? i’m not crazy???

oh nick carraway you and your internal monologue

myrtle and tom’s fight is literally crazy “dAisY dAIsY dAisY” (SMACK)

nick straight up calling tom an asshole is so crazy i love him for it tbh

OH FUNKY BASS LINE MARRY ME

“yes… please connect me with mr. j. gatsby.” BUHM

this was one of my fav scenes in the book and they portrayed it beautifully i’m literally in love

only tea - 9/10

i love a good jeremy jordan meltdown song

“i am not okay.” me too jeremy its ok pookie

“old sport” HE SAID IT HE SAID THE THING I’M GONNA START CRYING

ok the beat yes oh my gosh the goofy little trumpet slides and ukulele my beloved

“i’m gonna walk into the ocean” jay gatsby stop making me kin you

ok ensemble vocals get it

the voice crack on “cASUal” im in love

his voice cracks in general what a man

poor nick man 

i think jeremy’s playing jay to be bipolar and i’m here for it /hj

green light - 10/10

hoooooo boy ok here we go

this is one of the ones i still havent listened to even though it was released early

the falsetto jeremy you’re killing me here

calling her “daisy faye” instead of “daisy buchanan” is so symbolic of him like seeing her as his instead of legally tom’s

oh eva noblezada what a woman you are

the mood/orchestral change when daisy started singing i’m dead

OH THEYRE SINGING TOGETHER IM GONNA DIE

oh theyre definitely kissing why else would they have this random orchestral break thats somehow so similar to “something to believe in” from newsies

the emotion in their voices urhgjgdjdjdjfjfdjdksoaoeokgkf

the harmoniesss

ooh bet theyre kissing again

THE FINAL NOTE OH MY GOSH

the next “something to believe in” i fear

shady - 7.5/10

UH OH IM EXCITED

MORE WOLFSHEIM CONTENT???

his voice is so cool

he’s so tevye coded i cant even explain how or why but he is

AAAAAAAAA DOUBLE BASS I COULD CRY

this instrumental is killing me goodness gravy

“everybodys a little bit shady / the world keeps spinning if you grease the wheel” goes hard

ensemble vocals go harddddd

better hold tight - 8.7/10

more standup bass i could die

“i think i see the stars aligning / or my standards are my declining”

NICK AND HIS VIBRATO I’M SCREAMING

“what you did might be taboo / but i like that look on you” 

i need my next (if any) boyfriend to be a tenor so he can sing this with me

SCREAMING I LOVE THEM

past catching up to me - 9.5/10

oh jerjor your precious little voice can you marry me yet

“she kissed me and swore she’d never stray / then the world got in the way”

this is the new tenor song along with santa fe and great expectations

GET IT DRUMS WOO GO ORCHESTRA

THE KEY CHANGE. OH MY GOSH.

HAD NO RIGHT HITTING ME WITH A C5 (?) JEREMY POOKIE WHAT

ENSEMBLE VOCALS JUST ADD TO IT ALDKGKFKSKSKRKFKDSA

la dee dah with you - 8.5/10

ok just from the orchestral stuff its alr a banger

this is the big tap number right????

whos singing??? this isnt jordan??? is this just an nyc girl from annie type situation?

i’m confused but its a banger so i dont care

oh im so sure the choreo is so impossibly good

YES THE TAPS LETS FLIPPING GO AKDKFLFLSLERLGLDLSKA

AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

yep this is it this is what i wanna do with my life

the ensemble hootin and hollerin just adds to it

TOO SHORT.

go - 8.7/10

YAY ANOTHER MENTAL BREAKDOWN SONG!

somehow violet beaudelaire x quigley quagmire core if you know what i mean

“if we wait until we’re ready we’ll be waiting for the rest of our lives” core

them <333333333

ew tom spoke i hate him

“i love you lets go / before i change my mind”

these harmonies ugh

ORCHESTRA ILY

too short again

made to last - 9/10

is this tom?? i cant tell?????

OH IT IS LETS GO

OH MY GOSH ITS THE GATSBY TOM FIGHT LETS FLIPPING GO

i really wanna see how this is staged…

OK SMOOTH KEY CHANGE

the conflicting vocal parts in the argument im gonna actually die

tom desperately trying to win me over with his vocal parts

oh its so “nonstop” coded im gonna actually die

for better or worse (reprise) - 7.5/10

its my pookies oml

oh samantha pauly your voice

they better kiss

TOO SHORT

one-way road - 9/10

MYRTLE??? OH MY GOSH???

“WATCH THE ROAD ASSHOLE”

“wait what if i become her?”

the callbacks to second hand suit make me happy

yeah no this is my role i’ve claimed it now

i swear the amount of mental breakdown songs in this music i live for it

YES MYRTLE POP OFF

God sees everything - 8.7/10

lets go george pop off king

TOO SHORT WHAT THE FLIP

for her (reprise) - 8/10

YES CELLO YEA STRINGS AAAAAAAAAAAA

can someone love me like jay gatsby loves daisy buchanan

new money (reprise) - 8.3/10

ugh this beat kills me every time i cant even

DSGLAFJKLDSKLD ENSEMBLE I LOVE YOU

my fav reprise by far oh my GOSH

dying dead

TOO SHORT WTFFFF

beautiful little fool - 9/10

prepared to cry alr oh gosh

the whispery quality of her voice rn i’m gonna die eva pls

“It’s a girl the nurse said / and i broke, and i broke”

the piano instrumental killing me jeeeeeeez

“the best thing a girl can be in this world is a beautiful little fool” line taken STRAIGHT from the book and it KILLS me every single time i read it sdjadljksdljafdshlsdfjakdshdfask

oh eva noblezada your VOICE

OHHH THE CALLBACK TO ABSOLUTE ROSE I’M DEAD

ORCHESTRA MARRY ME HODSJGKSLAFKDGLJFADKSGLFAKDHGSLJFADHGS

texting my voice teacher rn

finale: roaring on - 9.5/10

YAY NICK HEY POOKS YOU EAT UP THAT MONOLOGUE KING

this is partially taken from the book uihsialfdjsghkfljdg i’m gonna cry

“I can still see gatsby / standing in silhouette” ok homo /pos

YES TENOR NOTE MY BELOVED

“with infinite hope / that made him fool enough to try / that light across the water was always out of reach / so why do we (x3) keep reaching”

OOOO BEAT CHANGE KILLING ME

YAY ROARING ON ODGJSHOAPLSFJDKGSHDLJFADHSGJJLFAD

DIRECT QUOTES FROM THE BOOK HOLY CRAPPPPPPP

WHERES THE PARTY AND CAN YOU TAKE ME THERRREEEEE-

genuinely in tears oh my GOSH

IN CONCLUSION

SURPRISINGLY cohesive to the book which made me so happy - the direct quotes had me SCREAMINGGGGG

phenomenal cast literally would die to breathe the same air as any of them

dream role is myrtle she sounds like a soprano belter sorry i don’t make the rules

JEREMY. FREAKING. JORDAN.

ORCHESTRA. ENSEMBLE. I LOVE YOU.

[ellecdc]

elle ur right, we are highkey lowkey a cult, bc my first thought after reading that post was, looks like i'm fighting someone today, i'm ready to use my body for justice (im like 5'10" and decently muscular so i think i can be plenty intimidating, like a guard dog heehee).

🌙 bby, i'm ready to join the ellecdc infantry (apparently not sponsored by elle herself lol). i'll be the one barking like a dog at all the mean people we come across on elle's blog 🫸💥🤛 (that includes people being mean to themselves, if ur here ur obviously awesome and ily, stop being so hard on ur beautiful, incredible selves 💕💕💕)

in all seriousness, do these people respond to every text and ask and dm and email and call they get as soon as they get them? i sure don't. hell, sometimes i read ur response to my asks and i have to wait a bit before i'm ready to write back (because conversating takes lots of energy and effort, things i don't always have), even if i am eager to write back to you! i really hope they rethink their actions and see that they are holding you to unrealistic standards, and maybe gain some empathy and understanding that they can carry into future situations.

anyways, that's all to say i love this community: you elle, your mutuals, my fellow named anons, and all our other friends who stay anonymous (whether that be thru asks, or just liking/lurking on the blog)! i love reading all the asks and learning about how different, but also similar, all of us lil' witches and wizards are. you are all so cool, and funny and kind and you make my day brighter! much love to everyone, and have a great rest of ur day (i demand it!!) <3 :)

-ʕ⁠·⁠ᴥ⁠·⁠ʔ

….i don’t even have words 😭

I’ve got a little pack of guard dogs now how lucky am I 😭😭😭

honestly I think I should be okay; I know it’s not personal because no one on here will truly ever ~know~ me, but showing up has been taking a bit more effort on my part than it usually does and then to be accused of not doing good enough (not that I didn’t respond or that I took too long to respond, but that my response wasn’t good enough) really pissed me off and then left me deflated haha

The last part of your message has to be my favourite though because I feel the exact same way; I really am so protective of you all and feel so lucky to have made so many connections (and dammit I’ll say it, friends) over this short 4 month period already and truly think we’ve got ourselves a really good group here - I’ll just have to weed out the bad ones every once in a while I guess haha

My little ʕ⁠·⁠ᴥ⁠·⁠ʔ, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for being here with me 🫶🫶

[unending-vigil]

fandom ask game!! I want to ask several if that's allowed

6. Show us a bit of a WIP!

12. What's the funniest or craziest AU idea you've ever come up with?

19. What's your favourite thing about TMA fandom?

24. What's your favourite thing about Jonah?

25. What's your least favourite thing Jonah said or did?

damn you're asking All the questions. yeah okay 👍

6. i was going to share a bit of look to your laurels but actually have a different wip, working title being old clothes. in which jon raids elias's wardrobe and decides to dress up as jonah magnus. though there is this one tasty bit of look to your laurels I'm excited for people to see

He glances longer, and realises that–no, it's not just a near match; almost every detail he'd observed on the painting is on this same outfit. His confidence isn’t misplaced; he’s very familiar with the painting. It's eye-catching, practically demanding his attention every time he sees it, though that is all the painter's talent and has nothing to do with Jonah's secretive little smile, or the way Jonah's eyes seem to follow him. (It's not like he'd spent particularly long staring at the portrait. After all, that would be irrational, just as irrational as fixating on a dead man, because he is, well, dead. It’s not as though if Jon just looked hard enough, searched enough, they could someday meet. Because Jonah has been dead for nearly 200 years, and Jon knows that. He's not an idiot.)

12. im trawling the discord messages give me a moment. OH. my persona au!!! I haven't quite got the worldbuilding fleshed out but its also one of my favourite crossover aus I've made. i don't know how much you know about persona but I think my decision to make elias not (typically) a combat party member was inspired. and velvet room attendant gerry.... (i will not go off too much that'd make this post way too long)

19. honestly with specifically the elias enjoyer corner of the fandom, on tumblr at least, i like that it feels sort of... cosy? wrong word. idk it feels like we're all at least like peripherally aware of each other. we're passing the posts around.

24. oh my god this is an evil fucking question how am I supposed to pick one favourite thing. his inside jokes about how he knows everything. how he interacts with jon. the. when he's being an absolute cunt that's awesome too. how do I pickkk

25. Two answers for this. in terms of said can i say i don't like his voice. okay thats not true. i don't like that his accent sounds similar to mine. it gave me like fight or flight instinct at first. on the upside i can do a great impression of him

but also like the apocalypse. jonah your apocalypse fucking sucked do you take constructive criticism. could you have at least shown up in it more.

[maryaustria]

favourite metroid?

always like the zeta metroids. they look like an akward teenage phase of the metroid evolution. it doesnt look as goofy in the remake of two and they made it look a bit too similar to the omega one in there imo.

also shout out to these two from prime. i like the different metroid mutations from the prime series

genuinley thought the question was about the species at first lol. ill still answer the game question.

its hard question for me to answer since i like most of them a lot. mostly not a fan of the first two games. although i should give them another go. probably wont like it as much as the others but i should give them another shot

for the 2d ones it comes down to either fusion, zero mission or dread.

zero mission is probably the one im most familiar with since i played it a lot on my phone. its THE metroid if you ask me. its the best place to start out of all them. its got all the basic elements that make metroidvanias great to me. the exploration is fun and even though it has stuff that shows you where to go you can still get lost really easily and it doesnt hold your hand too much. getting items is fun although some of them in the later feel like theyre just lying around in your way for you to pick up. the story isnt too interesting obviously but i love the little section at the chozo ruins with the little drawing from samus. its also the only game i managed to beat fast enough to get samus to take off her suit.

fusion is probably the most lineral out of all of the metroid games. while both it and zero mission have systems that point you to your next objective, with fusion i feel the level design is layed out that there isnt too much exploration that you do on your own. there are the optional items obviously, and to their credit the items are really hidden in this game, but they are still just optional. it is the hardest game imo. your defense is really low even with the gravity suit. the bosses can be really demanding as well. looking at you yakuza and chozo statue. he story is really fun though. its nice that we get to hear samus talk and think in this game. they managed to keep her cool while not making her an emotionless robot and her inner monolog is always nice to hear. at times it feels a bit interrupting to the actual game but its still nice.

for dread its easily the best mechanically. its fast, responsive, the exploration is great and the movement is fun to execute and to master. exploration is fun as well and the abilities make revisiting areas really fun. theres also events in the game which change the world so revisiting areas is exciting too. story is the most emotional one imo. the way samus interacts with the different characters in the game. raven beak is proably the most fun villain in the series and his fight is awesome. samus is so emotive in the game as well. the way she carries herself in cutscenes says a lot about her as a character without saying a word.

im still not sure which one i would say is my favorite. i think i would need to replay dread again to really be sure. i only played that one twice.

for the 3d ones i think its just basic prime 1. i played it the most and its the safest one out of the three. i think i again just have to play 2 and 3 some more to be really sure. i like the bigger focus on exploration instead of speed in the 2d ones.

i could proably talk more about the prime series but its been pretty long since i played them

EXCEPT ALL THIS TALK WAS JUST FOR SHOW BECAUSE THE REAL GOAT IS METROID PRIME PINBALL BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[famousblueraincoatmp3]

READING CHECK IN: FIRST HALF OF 2023 !

SWANNS WAY BY MARCEL PROUST, TR. LYDIA DAVIS

oh im so obsessed with this. and all his descriptions of french flowers is divine i know SOO many different types of flowers and what they look like now. thanks king 💖 the plot is alright, i rlly want to listen to bruce springsteen and do acid while reading alexandre dumas with odette though.

DEVILS, DEMONS OR THE POSSESSED BY FYODOR DOSTOYEVSKY TR. RICHARD PEVEAR AND LARISSA VOLOKHONSKY

LOVE IT! its like my all time favorite dostoyevsky, unpopular opinion ik, but on re-read it was so much better and i definitely understood the characters and story better than when i was 16 lol. he’s so great at vivid atmosphere and portraying the psychological landscape of his characters.

THE WAY OF KINGS, BRANDON SANDERSON

😬maybe im a fantasy snob but i rlly did not like this ? not only does it not even begin to compare to the complexity of asoiaf, or lord of the rings which its likened to all the time. this is one of the most popular series out there and i could not tell you one thing that makes the main character unique or why the magic system works when its so fucking detailed and specific, it just becomes kind of boring and monotonous. Like a game of jenga where you misplace one brick and it all crashes down but it doesn’t so its just kind of grating because it technically SHOULD because the variants of the universe are inherently unpredictable. idk if that made sense i hated this truly and understand why its popular but its just not for me i think. i demand something more from fantasy other than whatever went on here. it makes me triple mad because the cover i have is awesome and i hate it more because of it.

FIRE AND BLOOD, GEORGE RR MARTIN

I got this as a birthday presents like 11 million years ago when it came out and my mom was so proud of herself because she found an illustrated copy and i love the book because of that alone its content is awesome dont get me wrong i love the history behind the targaryens even if i do think we know a little too much, my main complaint with the book comes from the fact that the illustrations by doug wheatley makes the targaryens look like the t*rmp family. like a fucked up game of spot five differences that honestly takes you out of the story because imagine if someone gave ivanka a fucking dragon...jesus lord

[thissithhappens]

Anyway I’ve been going so crazy that i have to repeatedly talk myself off of ledges throughout the day about this kid. Reminding myself that we’re doing totally normal, healthy things, and everything he’s doing I’ve done in this relationship as well. So simmer, bitch! He has his life outside of you and you have yours outside of his. That’s great! Keep it up! And it’s awesome that he tells you where he’s at and what you’re doing without even asking, most of the time. He doesn’t even have to do it that often. God I love it though, I don’t know if he does it on purpose knowing the effect it has or what, but I don’t care. It’s working, that’s what matters. The crazy thing is that I DO think I’ve finally learned the difference between anxiety and intuition and real problems. Now the problem is just actively fighting with the anxiety and applying the tools I’ve been given time and time again. Making lists of reality, of what’s actually happened. And going even beyond that, the proportion of good to bad. Here could be the belief that I deserve my standards, deserve to have my needs met, a safe space to learn how to love without hurt. could we do it? my mind has been racing since this afternoon. i’m trying to put my past behind me, i’m trying to make peace. reminding myself that my fears aren’t about my ex, my c-ptsd just associates with his memory now because of how often he triggered it, how recent it was, and the fact that he’s still alive. my brain just replaced my mom’s face over my fears with my ex’s. he’s just the mask, the vehicle, and she’s always under carriage. i got real-time triggered about her with current bf and just ran with it for a couple of weeks, it seems. she popped up when i could catch her and she sank back under my ex’s face when i was being ungrateful and feeling afraid. I can’t repeat either situation, i refuse i refuse i refuse. but if i just give you a little faith. if i just look at you, without anyone else’s face over it, because you really are so unique. The last one reminded me of this strange amalgamation of everyone I’ve ever loved, but you remind me of everything i’ve ever known. You remind me of me. He felt familiar, not only like we were SUPPOSED to meet but like we’ve done it before. We were following some kind of automatic track that neither of us laid. You….. once we actually spent time together….. FIRST OF ALL. Can we talk about how fucking outright demanding you were that I pay attention to you that night??? I was a little off-put honestly, but more than that I actually admired you for it. How bold, how concise, how direct. Okay! What more adult way to get what you want? You asked fun questions. Do we talk less these days? Is it my fault? I still want to know everything. I’ve been holding back, and I think you know it. I think I’m afraid you’ll reject it, you’ll either run for the hills in terror or vomit with disgust. I know, you think I’m crazy for ever doubting you. Sometimes I just want too much. You waited and fought and stay and talk and it blows me away every time. I don’t want to lose that, so im not sure why i think just telling you how much i feel would be the nail in the coffin for us. fuck.

[hyperfixationhopper]

Dissonant - II (Revenant x Male Reader)

CHAPTER NAV - First Chapter - Previous Chapter - Next Chapter

Synopsis: Reader is severely hungover, downside to being a lightweight. Revenant helps him out, in his own weird ways. Reader has lots of self deprecating thoughts, and Revenant is oddly nice again, also in his own weird ways.

big tw for the whole series, LOTS of potentially triggering content. honestly, rev is the trigger warning LMAO

thinking about putting this (and some other stuff) up on AO3 too, since tumblr isnt really built for books like this. just would be easier to navigate through and find everything. also im just more familiar with ao3 lol

also sorry for being so absent lol, im still working on requests, i just havent been feeling so hot recently lol

II

"..."

"Fuck.." You could barely even breathe the words out due to what feels like jackhammers pounding into your skull. What happened last night? Something to do with alcohol, clearly. A hot shower might remedy the slight amnesia, and if you're lucky, it'll ease the hangover too. Your stomach rumbled suddenly. 'Nope. Not happening.' Was the first thought in response to your stomach's demands. Not worth the effort.

Great thing about alcohol? Great at distracting you and masking manic episodes. Bad thing? Even better at sending you into a depressive spiral the morning after.

You'll just have to settle for distractions, letting yourself fall down that spiral is a dangerous road, even if you weren't all too opposed to the most probable outcome of it. You gotta get this shit properly diagnosed, diagnosis' supposedly help you feel better, as you've been told. Though you know damn well about your bipolarity, how much could it really help? Though medication might be nice. Hard to get a proper diagnosis these days anyways, always shady people looking for your cash. Not worth the effort. Not that you didn't have the street smarts for it, of course, living poor taught you many things, you just weren't worth the time-

"Fuck..." You need to stop letting your thoughts run rampant, easy way to fall down the spiral.

Fuck was clearly the word of the day.

At least you got out of bed, up and moving. You made your way to the small kitchen in the small apartment you occupied. The Apex Games facility was pretty generous with the provided housing, they wanted all the legends in one place, and safe during a season. In the downtime between seasons they're free to live wherever, or stay, which was exactly what you did every time. You grab a glass and fill it with cold water. No decent family to go back to, so what was the point in leaving? You lifted the glass to your lips. Even friends were few and far between. The only people even a little close to you were Renee and Bloodhound, and Wattson was something of an acquaintance, you were both always nice to each other when you interacted, though there was nothing outside of that. Mirage... he's too friendly, too loud, too social, almost narcissistic. Pathfinder, well, he loves everyone, even Caustic is awesome to him. You've talked to Kairi a few times, and though you being on team Revenant and her being on team Loba kinda fucks things up, you still get along great, and if the given circumstances weren't present, you two would've been great friends. You took a sip, the cool liquid making it's way down your throat, eesing the ache. And.. Then there's Revenant. You had always been fond of him, despite his.. standoffish behavior and homicidal tendencies, he was pretty cool. He was.. kind to you. And by kind you mean he wasn't threatening you at all, and even saved you when you were paired together in the games. Though you'd never interacted much outside of that prior to last night- oh right! That happened, didn't it? He was.. oddly nice? In his own way, and if you recall right, quite flirty. He was probably just drunk as fuck, yeah, definitely. You couldn't possibly mean much to anyone, right?

The loud knock at your door violently dragged you out of your thoughts, so much so that the glass you were holding fell from your hand, shattering immediately on contact with the tile flooring.

"Shit, uh.. one second!" You scrambled to the floor, attempting to pick up the glass as fast as possible, cutting yourself in the process, your hands becoming bloody. This was not going to look good for whoever was there. Hopefully it wasn't Bloodhound, they'd panic so much seeing you like this. Now you were really anxious, and your head was beginning to pound harder.

Your question would soon be answered as the front door swung open violently. The kitchen was right next to the front door, whoever it was would only have to look a little to their right and you'd be right there, and that they did. Also, what the fuck?

"I uh- Revenant?" You were surprised, to say the least. What was he doing here? "Oh fuck," He looked... Worried? He rushed over to you and knelt down, gripping your wrists and analyzed your hands. "What did you do, skinsuit!?" He sounded angry, his voice almost booming. You flinched a bit as his eyes burned holes into yours. "I'm sorry- I uh, I dropped my glass cup when you knocked." He sighed, was somewhat relieved, but still concerned. "Ugh, you're too jumpy, where's the bathroom." It sounded more like a demand than a question. You pointed to it, it wasn't far. "I... Sorry-" He cut you off, "Don't waste your breath, skinbag." The sternness from the previous night returned. He took a moment, dodging your stare. "Just.. come on." He said the last part quiet and almost soft. If you weren't so close to him, you wouldn't have heard him. He stood up, gripping your wrist tight as he dragged you to your bathroom with haste. "You uh.. aren't as nice as you were last night," You tried to joke, and even completed it with a fake laugh to lighten the mood. He only huffed, almost embarrassed? "Shut it. I was drunk, skinbag. And now I'm hungover, so, I'd prefer you keep quiet, unless you want me to gut you." He laughed, though it didn't really sound like a joke. He must enjoy scaring people, of course it didn't really phase you. You chuckled, genuinely this time. "Go ahead, dude, I don't care." He was quiet after that, and your head hurts too much to even think of trying to figure out what he's thinking.

Revenant opened the door to your bathroom, wasting no time rushing inside. "Sit." He commanded, pointing to the toilet. You shut the lid, and did what you were told, suddenly very aware of what you were wearing, very short shorts and a long sleeved shirt, the feeling of cold ceramic on your thighs was uncomfortable, but the feeling faded as quick as it came. He violently searched the cabinets, presumably looking for medical supplies, grumbling about something. He clearly was not pleased. Not really what you were concerned about at the moment, though. Why was he doing this... this "nice" thing? Very out of character for a guy like him, considering the name he's made for himself and the ego he's got. Does he?- No. Not possible, he's a murderous simulacrum, he couldn't possibly feel something even akin to that, and even if he was capable of it, he'd have to drop the ego and embrace it, which is another improbable feat in itself. And even then, it's you. You weren't able to be loved, you knew that already. Hopefully he's just... toying with you before he kills you? Yeah, definitely.

You took the small amount of time he gave you by searching to evaluate your wounds, and upon closer inspection, they genuinely weren't much, and only needed maybe a few bandages to prevent them from bleeding more. There were a handful of cuts on the palms of both hands, the right being a bit more mangled than the left, but that was about it, the amount of blood felt like an exaggeration, almost. Like those bad movies with absurd amounts of fake blood.

"Y'know, it really isn't that bad-" "Quiet, I know what I'm doing." Okay so he was definitely not going to be coerced out of this. Shame.

God this was embarrassing, being taken care of, letting your walls down (albeit forcefully). At least he made quick work of disinfecting and bandaging your injuries, for a guy who specializes in inflicting pain, he was damn good at relieving it. Ugh, this is so weird. He avoided any and all eye contact, not wishing to meet your inquiring gaze.

"So, uh.. You come here often??" You cringe immediately at the sorry excuse for a joke. Revenant grumbles, eyeing you. "Excuse me?" He crossed his arms, more confused than anything. "I... I have no fucking clue." He rolled his eyes, like he was saying "Of course you don't, idiot.". He was probably thinking that, too. Shockingly enough, he seemed amused, and chuckled.

"I'm just gonna.." You squeeze past him, through the cramped space and exit the bathroom. Do you have a broom? Hopefully. Probably in the closet by the kitchen with cleaning supplies. Admittedly, you don't clean much, there isn't really anything to clean, you mostly stay in bed all day, draw on your PC with the graphics tablet Hound got you a while back, or "train", which mostly consists of you shooting some dummies for 20 minutes with strangely pinpoint accuracy even you couldn't describe, then getting your ass kicked by Hound, or whoever may have decided to humor you and spar in hand-to-hand, which you for some goddamn reason couldn't get the hang of.

You beeline for for the closet, low and behold, the tried and true cleaning tool stood before you, cobwebs, dust and all. You grab it and shake it a bit, relieving it of its dust issue. You turn back to see Revenant just standing outside of your bathroom, leaning against the wall, looking around, examining your sad little living space. What exactly does he want from you? His eyes finally land on you, and the broom. "Oh, put that back. I'll call someone in to clean the mess, no questions asked." Oh. He can do that? It feels weird to have someone clean up after you, almost rude. You'd deny, but it's Revenant, he would shut you down before you even say anything. "Alright, uh, thanks..?" You do as he said, and put the holy broom back in it's place, probably to never see the light of day for a long time.

"So, uh. Did you need something?" Finally, the question burning in your mind came to be. Why was he here? He seemed to put back on a cocky attitude. "Figured you'd want to see me after last night." It seemed to fail almost immediately. "Also you're uh.. not terrible company." He looked away grumbling about something.. was he embarrassed? Seems like it. Were you really about to do this? Absolutely.

"Oh, so the all-powerful Revenant is lonely, is that it?" Your sudden confidence boost surprised you. He was clearly taken aback, he made a very disgruntled sound. "I- fuck you! Do you even know who you're speaking to!?" He walked up to you, clearly angry. You couldn't help but chuckle. Was this granting you a death sentence? Probably, but you couldn't care less, this was fucking amazing. "Ugh! You are insufferable." He groaned, turning away and crossing his arms. "Weren't you just saying I was good company?" God you are playing this situation so risky.

Revenant grumbled, frustrated. You could hear the mechanisms in his body going off. At this rate, you might make him explode. "So. Anything in particular you'd like to do?" You'll spare him of your teasing for now, lest he massacres you in your own home. "Well I'd like to get this hangover gone. But otherwise I.. didn't come with a plan." Ah, this was your cue to be like the one character in those movies with the perfect hangover cure you obtained from your father. Unfortunately, you basically have neither of those things. "I'm sorry. I don't think I can fix the hangover, but if it's any consolation, mine's raging pretty bad too." Now that you thought of it, ow, yeah it does hurt like a bitch. You look around you, both of you standing in the kitchen now, a little ways away from the glass, an idea struck you. "As for activities, we could go eat..?" You trailed off, a bit embarrassed. "Uh, if you can eat, that is." Great save. I mean, he can drink right? What's stopping him from getting a burger or something?

He chuckled. God his voice was deep, and a bit attractive, now that you think about it- what the fuck?? Whatever, you'll deal with that later. "I can, but I don't need to and food doesn't do much for me, the flavor isn't nearly as strong as, say alcohol, for me to actually taste it." He paused. "But, if you're hungry, I'll put up with you for s bit. Only because I need a distraction from this damn headache." He regained his confident and fierce attitude once more. He crossed his arms and stared at you again. "So?" He seemed to be getting impatient. Suddenly you feel less confident. Are you bothering him? Well, probably. Why would he want to be around you? You aren't worth the time. Oh well. "I, uh, sure? Anywhere you want to go?" He scoffed. "This is about you, not me, idiot. You get to pick."

"Alright, then." Now, where to eat?

[santanaveralopez]

Changes coming

It had been a few days since the long, emotional exchange with Brittany, and Santana had been processing a lot since. She had started back her normal routine of classes and dreaded the possible judgment or questions from her classmates, but other than a couple asking if she was okay, she was ignored, as Brittany had predicted, much to her relief. Eating was difficult still, with Santana still emotional and struggling at each meal and never able to finish all of whatever she had. She was trying, usually, anyway, but only her desire to please Brittany and her fear of being forced to be put inpatient drive this.

She had, with great discomfort, braved talking to Kurt and Rachel yesterday. She had certainly not wanted to, and actually talking about her feelings being hurt by their texts had been actively avoided. What had actually happened was she had texted both saying "u can have a 1 time free pass cuz im awesome like that. Never happened and that means shut up bout it Berry."

Of course, that hadn't exactly worked. What had happened instead was they had both met her after class in the same spot she now met Brittany, filled to the brim with apologies that Santana immediately cut off and deflected, firm in her insistence that the entire situation not be talked about. She had "suffered" Rachel's insistence at a hug and Kurt's awkward, timid shoulder squeeze and listened to them talk for a little while- very little- before saying, with effort that felt huge and vulnerably out there for her, "Can we not stand here talk talk talking and not walk walk walking in the dark?"

Glancing at Brittany, she had added with less snappiness and far more softly, her shoulders braced from the effort it took for her, "It...makes me nervous."

Both Kurt and Rachel had looked startled, as though the idea had simply not occurred to them, which it probably hadn't. And they had immediately agreed and done as she asked, without any further questions or demands for explanations. Santana was still amazed by that aspect alone. She was hardly excited at the idea of continuing to talk *feelings" with them, but it wasn't a horrid start.

Mostly thought, she had pondered what had occurred between her and Brittany. Ever since that night, she couldn't stop remembering how Brittany had explained her reasons for leaving her, how very different they had been than what Santana had believed. She couldn't stop thinking of how Brittany had told her how she was still in love with her, how she had promised her she would never leave her again. Santana replayed those words and those moments to herself over and over, a soothing litany when she felt anxious or upset.

That was why when Brittany took her by the hand a few nights later after they got home from her last class, told her to sit down on the couch with her, and told her she had something to talk to her about, Santana's mind immediately jumped to panic.

She should have known things were starting to get too calm, too good to be true. Talk was never a good thing, not when someone told you to sit down to do it. So what terrible, scary thing was Brittany about to make her talk about that required her to sit down?

She was already heading towards a silent inner panic attack before she even had reached the couch. What if Brittany was sick? What if she was really hurt and couldn't dance anymore at all and just got good at faking being okay? What if she had changed her mind and was going back on tour? What if she was tired of Santana after all and was going to leave, what if she was about to tell Santana she had to go back to the loft? What if she was DYING?

By the time Brittany sat beside her Santana was nearly hyperventilating.

"Oh my god, what is it, just say it!" She demanded, as though she had been waiting twenty days instead of about twenty seconds to hear. "What's wrong, what did I do, what is it, what?!"

[the-shiftshop]

Hi! I was wondering if you can create a lifelike puppet replica of my crush! Its kinda embarrassing but Im really into him and i want to see and be with him forever! But now is our last year and the pandemic striked... even if ask him out he'll reject me tho... so if you have something that can replicate him and be my plaything that'll be awesome!

Early in the morning, you received a call from the Shift Shop. In a hurry, you answered it and greeted hello. On the other end of the call, a voice of an old man is heard.

“Thank you for your purchase and we are very pleased to make this commission for you. Despite the pandemic, we have noticed the little to none increase of demand with our BoyToy products, and having you here right now to support our shop makes us happy, therefore we have added a few special functions for your BoyToy.

We have successfully delivered our parcel outside your door. Do not be confused of what seems to be a small box where a full human body wouldn’t be able to fit. This is one of the features we want to introduce to you. Open the parcel and you will see a small pocket-sized metal chest.”

You quickly ran outside your door to see a box. You ran back in with it and opened it in such a hurry. Inside is what seems to be a small metal box.

“Before you intend to open this, please state the name of your crush and the box will gather the necessary information of the person of interest. This is done since you, the customer, didn’t really give us any image or information about your crush, but do not worry! We already got it covered.”

You have paused for a while. You took a deep breathe in and decided to calm yourself first before stating his name.

“Have you said the name of your crush on the box already?”

You said yes. The man on the phone chuckled and said “Great! Now all you need to do now is to place the chest on the floor and opened it from there.”

“Wait what?” You’ve already opened the chest before you let the man finish his words. From the box on your hands, quickly came out a huge body which made you stumble on the floor. The body landed on you and you screamed in shock. You dropped your phone on the floor near your ear.

“Are you still there?” You hear the man on the phone asked.

“Yeah. Sorry about that.”

You try to push the body off yours, but it was too heavy.

“For our other feature, if you noticed that although the body is obviously breathing, he cannot move on his own and will need commands.” You hear from the phone. With this, immediately you asked him to get off you and stand up.

After the body get off you, you stood up on front of it. It is real. It’s him. From his hair to his toes. It’s all him. But he’s just standing there. Not doing nor even saying anything. Your attention moved to his exposed package. You haven’t seen your crush’s dick before and seeing it right now is very satisfying. You picked up your phone from the ground and moved it back to your ear.

“Satisfied?” The man asked.

“More than satisfied.” You answered. “Thank you so much!”

“You are very much welcome.” The man replied. He paused for a while before continuing once more. “For the last feature. Since this body is merely but a puppet. It doesn’t show any personalities and attitude. You may program this puppet just by talking to it about what you want him to be, but at the same time, you can also just ask him to act like how your crush normally acts like. And finally, if you want to hide him, or maybe take him in different places, you can just open the pocket-sized metal chest once more and he will immediately get sucked back into it.”

You hummed in affirmation and with that, the man ended the call with a “Once again, thank you for trusting The Shift Shop” before cutting the line.

You moved to your crush’s replica and placed a hand on his chest.

The puppet feels so real. His skin feels like flesh. It’s like your crush is literally in front of you, naked. But what would make this more realistic is making him finally move on his own.

“Nothing will change that much about your personality. I want you to act like yourself, but...” You paused for a while. With your gathered courage, you moved your lip against his. You kissed him deep and you pull him into you. Finally stopping you speak, “This time, I want you to think of me as your boyfriend.”

His eyes finally lit up, and he gave you a very warm smile. “Sure, babe.” His arms moved up to your back as you can feel his cock against your thigh.

“Come here and give me one more kiss.”

[tigerdrop]

in lieu of doing more strenuous hand-based activities heres the Dogboy Gordon In Heat Megamix ive been talking about. i wrote this over the course of a couple months in an effort to feel okay about writing horny shit again and i only just realized there are nearly 6 thousand words here. and they only really fuck for like 10% of that

ta-dah

ive thought a lot about gordon being stuck back at gordonhouse after getting kicked out of barneyhouse. i think its ripe for a lot of pining. (and yes, he is pining over the guy hes actively banging. hes being a big mopey idiot over the fact that he doesnt get to have his fuckbuddy around 24/7.) absence makes the heart grow fonder or whatever and gordons already at a baseline of "wheres benrey. wheres benrey"......and now i am about to turn it up to 11

so lets say......gordons starting to feel weirdly under the weather. sweaty and irritable and tired. hes holing himself up in his room a lot, wrapping himself up in blankets to fight off a chill and a sniffliness that wont go away. and hes gettin awfully moody, too. real fuckin testy. starting shit with freemind for no reason and snapping at og gordon like hes a teenager. and......hes nesting, almost, or at least, gathering up a whole bunch of blankets and pillows and anything that smells vaguely like benrey. (hes not really aware hes doing this last thing.)

basically, long story short, feetman is fucked up. hes pathetic. hes being a huge bitch. at least og gordon feels vaguely sorry for him, and expresses this by way of observing him and trying to treat it. for science. its better than freemind, who just loudly complains about him being a huge bitch and reeking up the place. theres something weird coming from vr gordons corner of the house.....a musky, heady, hormonal kind of thing that makes freemind act simultaneously territorial and irritable and more lascivious than normal. and that also piques og gordons attention, because having both of them be wound up little freaks at the same time is enough to make even the most resilient person pull their hair out

now gordon primes got his suspicions as to whats going on, but hes not gonna tell vr gordon that he suspects hes going into heat. that would compromise the experiment, and all that. so poor gordons just going thru all this shit not knowing what in the fuck is wrong with him and getting more worked up and irritable about it by the day. hes convinced that hes just got the flu, or something......except, uh, haha, jesus christ he is horny all the FUCKING TIME

he doesnt get it! he feels like shit all the time, so why is he constantly fighting off boners and having weird wet dreams and thinking about-- well. his fucking boyfriend, he guesses. (are they boyfriends?? he doesnt know. he gets a weird, sharp pang when he thinks about them not being boyfriends, at this point, but its not like theyve ever talked about it!) gordons half-convinced that hes just losing his mind from being stuck inside all the time and he really just wants to see benrey again. its, like, all he thinks about. (see? hes losing it. theres the proof.)

the sucks thing for everybody else is that gordon is also Extremely Vocal about how shitty he feels and how much he wishes he didnt feel shitty so he could go see benrey and how much he cant stand benrey for not being able to read his mind and come over when he feels bad. eventually freemind gets so sick of his shit that he decides to cut out the middleman and get benrey involved directly. "come take care of your fucking dog before i call the aspca! animal neglect is a crime, asshole!"

(if pressed, freemind would adamantly reject the idea that hes being nice to gordon. but on some level, hes kinda sympathetic. the guys clearly miserable, and he just keeps asking for the same fucking thing. might as well humor him to shut him up.)

vr gordon is completely unaware of these machinations, however. hes just holed up in his room trying to work out what makes him feel better because, uhh, powerade isnt helping

jacking off doesnt do a whole lot for him anymore. like, it feels good, but its not very satisfying. gordon just ends up feeling more restless than anything afterward. and hes always stupid horny. more blankets. a box fan. less blankets. sleeping with one of benreys shirts pressed up to his face. grinding into his pillow when he wakes up hard from yet another weird dream. theyre all a little helpful, and he feels like hes working towards the right thing, somehow, but its never really enough to take the edge off

and then.....he tries......jerking off more. especially when he realizes that its bizarrely soothing to do so while he can smell benrey up close and personal on that stupid shirt of his. better still when he rolls onto his side.....and then his stomach.......rocking his hips into the mattress until he gets the idea to lift his hips a little. and......oh. cool. something kind of......clicks. in his head. as he raises his hips higher while he keeps his arms wrapped around a pillow and benreys shirt jammed against his nose. hes got that lil moment of realization that this is good, actually. this feels like a good move. and its making some of that discomfort melt away

and gordon thinks about.....how it felt. earlier. when they were with barmey. and benrey had him just like this, ass up, face down, and was spreading him apart and licking him open and making him submit and he groans so fucking hard that embarassment just rips through him like lightning. but his tail starting to wag a little faster.....electricity shooting through his belly......and he cant help but wonder. what if benrey had kept going? pulled back and-- maybe, replaced his tongue with his fingers, one at a time, curling them inside him and telling him how well hes behaving and-- and his dick throbs, hard, and gordon realizes he wants fingers inside of himself right fucking now, thank you, hes not fully certain how to accomplish it be he is going to fucking try

(sigh) so my guy figures out about the old fingers in the ass trick. and i need you to understand that i am fully convinced that this is one of those guys who has an uproarious reaction to getting fingers in his ass. mr repressed and uptight over here doesnt really get what the big deal is until he gets braver and pushes a little deeper and hes rock hard in an instant, goodbye, just like everybodys favorite creative writing exercise

and this is what he decides to do for a solid day or two without leaving his room, because, honestly, this is awesome. and the longer he spends jerking off the less time he spends stressing about the fact that his imaginations getting really vivid, here. sure, like, hes no stranger to weird dreams even before this, but this is the first time hes really letting his mind run wild and this dude is nonstop thinking about being bred and gordon still has no fucking idea that hes in heat. doesnt even occur to him

unfortunately this also does not solve his problems but at least it feels baller and it keeps him occupied. also, unfortunately, the increased rate of jerking off is causing a serious uptick in Dog Smells, the effect of which is turning freemind into a nightmare. its just not good vibes in this house. enter: benrey

now i need you to understand that when these two meet up again i want gordon to get Emotional. think about how genuinely excited he gets to see some of his pals in canon. the like......excitement and disbelief when benrey shows up outside his window throwing rocks at it before noclipping in. he forgets to even act pissed off at first. i think it would be super fucking cute for him to drop the game for a moment just out of shock, basically. his tails waggin, his ears are perked up, and hed probably tackle benrey to the ground if he wasnt also a sweaty, trembling mess whos been holed up in his room for days.

and benrey has No Fucking Idea what he has walked in on here. as far as benrey knows, freemind just demanded he get over there and take care of his dog.

(INTERLUDE: here is the part where i gin up a freemind POV of this exact scene. b/c i am out of my fucking mind

so. i had the thought of a freemind POV chapter where hes spying on gordon and benrey.....because. gordons in heat. ive talked about that scenario before too (literally so many FUCKING times okay i just need this dude to have the uncontrollable urge to be bred like a little bitch! and for benrey to take pity on him and make him feel better by nutting in him literally as many times as is physically possible!!!)

but i wanna manifest it in this specific way: from an outside perspective. voyeurism is great and also i have a one track mind and basically the only time i traffic in Other Guys in this fandom anymore is as a participant in gordon and benreys horse shit. Im not apologizing for this

lets say.....vr gordons behavior has been getting worse and worse for "unknown reasons" and freeman prime just sees it as a key observational opportunity for his research. while freeminds getting really irritated at how much its cutting into his normal way of life. for one thing, vr gordons room reeks, and he cant even escape it in his own room! and its turning him into a feisty, aggressive, and loud son of a bitch. but he cant even resolve it in his usual fashion at this point (baiting vr gordon into another competition/fuckfest) b/c gordons being a little sadsack holed up in his room and doesnt wanna play

but also.....he kinda just feels bad for the guy at a certain point. hes clearly really miserable and looks downright ill and all hes asking for is to see his boytoy again. (gordons convinced that hes dying, and feels the need to dramatically speak to benrey one last time before he croaks.) so freemind decides, in all his benevolence, to go over gordon primes head and drag the guy over there anyway. (with machinations, not his literal bare hands. what is he, a caveman?) he reasons that itll be a good opportunity to twist gordons arm into groveling at his feet later

and he spies on the two of them in gordons room.....why? idk. possibly something to do with investigating this relationship between a gordon and a barney that he had yet to fully analyze. tl;dr he gets trapped in their closet for a remix of that one barmey voyeurism chapter b/c why the fuck not

i just.....i dont know.....i think theres something really charming about a 3rd party not being able to fully make out what theyre saying or doing but piecing things together anyway.....like benreys weirdly soft tone of voice when hes talking to a super agitated gordon. as far as any of them know, hes not really like that. he either sounds bored or smug, but either way, its usually straight-up antagonistic

it would make freemind bristle to hear it b/c its almost a mocking tone, but.....it makes gordons shoulders drop and gets him to let go of some of that tension and thats probably fascinating to watch. literally soothing him like a stressed out dog, huh. smoothing back his hair and murmuring things in a low, even tone that freeminds enhanced hearing still isnt good enough to make out. (the guy mumbles, okay? he needs a fucking toastmasters meetup.)

it would equal parts horrify and fascinate freemind, in my onion. watching a version of himself fall that hard into the loyal pet role.....its pathetic! for all that gordon goes on about not being a slave to his instinct or whatever, he sure is doing a bad job of acting like it! its like watching himself, but worse.

and benreys having to soothe him like a startled animal b/c he doesnt even know whats wrong with himself, but theres something thick enough on the air that even benrey can smell it, and hes taking some stabs at the dark. especially with how charged some of the shit gordons saying is......"i cant fucking take it anymore", "you smell so good", "i dont know whats wrong with me, man, my dick hasnt gone down for days and im pretty sure i need a doctor-- no, a real one, not the other gor-- NOT a vet, JESUS"

and the whole time.....freeminds peeking from behind a closet door. watching them devolve from outright hostility into "gordon climbing into benreys lap and shoving one of benreys hands up his shirt and demanding that he fucking touch him already"

normally i dont think freemind would be averse to a little bit of voyeurism, here. if it was anybody else, hed probably at least engage in a little heavy petting. but this is getting weird, man. he cant shake the uncanny feeling that this is something too intimate for him to be watching. for one thing, gordons whimpering like a goddamn dog just from a little necking, and for two, hes never really been the kind of guy to watch people make out for 15 minutes before they get to the good stuff

its just kind of unsettling how much these two clearly really, really like each other at this point. its not like watching gordon prime give vr gordon a handjob as part of a "test". freemind expected more of a hatefuck kind of deal out of these two, what with how often gordons normally going on about how much he hates the guy, what a pain in the ass benrey is, how he just wishes benrey would stop jerking him around.....etc. freemind could shit himself right now. that lying bitch!

i imagine its also kind of painful, on a personal level, for him to watch this borderline-sappy shit. he cant even fathom being on the receiving end of that behavior, let alone from......well. theyve all got their barneys, right? and gordon primes basically doomed himself to incel status b/c he wont nut up and do anything about it. freemind just assumed they were all in the same boat: cursed to casual sex with their roommates/clones, forever, and unable to achieve any kind of intimacy b/c all 3 gordons are fucked up in the exact same way. since theyre all just diff flavors of the same fucking guy, right?

well, theres the evidence that hes wrong. and that vr gordons better than him, somehow. thats gotta suck, bro

anyway then he watches vr gordon get railed in the ass a bunch and jerks off anyway b/c its still hot. see ya)

“take care of your dog”. huh. hes got no clue what that means but, yknow, he does kinda miss his dog. hasnt seen gordon in awhile. and he immediately comments "wow. you look fucked up" in as blunt and unsympathetic a way as possible. but gordons so far gone that he cant even work up a good anger about it. he is pretty fucked up, man. and benrey sits on the bed and slaps his forehead with a palm to take his temperature (and that gets gordon to bitch at him, finally, that thats not how you do it, asshole) and judges that, uh, he is hot. in his expert opinion

and thats when gordon kinda grabs his sleeve and tugs it and starts tryin to say something. hes really bad at it, because he is having to perform the mortifying task of Owning Up To It, but eventually he manages to grind out that he needs benrey to touch him, please. just pet him. something. he feels really bad and he just needs benrey to scratch his fucking ears. this is the most gordon can cop to in one go, and it is such a sad struggle to watch, but benreys caught off guard by it and he feels weirdly bad for gordon upon hearing it so  hes just like "whoa, okay" when gordon tugs his hand to his head

gordon groans the moment his fingernails start scratching behind the ears and digging into his scalp. even just that much feels really fucking good. its comforting, for one thing, and its benrey, for another, and the physical touch feels so fucking good right now that goosebumps are crawling down his neck. gordon cant help but lean against benrey and bury his head in the crook of his shoulder. he wants to hide his face from scrutiny and he wants to get closer but he doesnt know how to say what his fucking problem is

and benreys weirdly quiet. just kinda mumbling and shushing him intermittently, awkward and not sure what to do b/c this is a level of intimacy he was not expecting but gordons sure is responding nicely to a second hand in his hair

so having both of benreys hands scratching at his scalp is really getting to gordon. hes scritchin behind the ears and gordons tails wagging at a mile a minute. the feelings making goosebumps race down his neck and arms. he starts kind of mumbling something into benreys shoulder, how hes been feeling so fucked up lately, and he squirms a little closer. hes not really aiming for anywhere in particular but every neuron thats firing in him right now is telling him to get closer. make contact. he missed the fucking guy, what can he say.

and one of benreys hands......slips down to gordons face. his jaw. a thumb pushing into that soft little divot between his jaw and neck, like hes trying to push up into gordons fucking teeth. its weird and bizarrely intrusive, but benreys hand is broad and warm and gordon leans into it anyway, groaning with relief. its not like its not doing anything for him. kind of the opposite, actually. then he palms at gordons neck, and gordon starts breathing harder. he can feel his heartbeat rabbit-fast, pushing against benreys skin (and theres no way benrey isnt feeling that, too).

benrey eyes are lidded and his breaths starting to get heavier, too. naturally, yknow, since gordons practically draped over him right now, melting all the more the longer benrey keeps petting him. oxytocin is crazy, man, especially when a guys in the full throes of some kind of chemical meltdown of the glands. gordons eyes are screwed shut, tail thumping furiously against the bed, and hes panting at benreys neck like hes a fucking dog.  he just doesnt know how to articulate what the fuck his problem is

benrey smells insanely good to him right now, and gordon just blurts that out. benrey gives him some shit for it, but when gordon only makes a weird noise in response and fists his hands in benreys hoodie, it makes him shut up real quick. hes squeezing out words about feeling like he needs something, but its clearly a fucking effort. its almost pitiful

so. gordons crawled right into benreys lap, too impatient after days and days of feeling like this (you know, being in heat, in so many words). hes been pounding off like crazy, that brand new collar of his strapped to his neck nearly every time b/c hes that desperate to feel… well. *benrey*. he cant fucking jerk off to thoughts of anything else - porn doesnt do it for him, and his fantasies slip right back to the same thing every single time. its frustrating! hes bisexual, for gods sake! its not like hes normally immune to the wiles of the Phat Ass White Girl, but lately he just keeps ending up on his hands and knees and whining benreys name into his pillow and he couldnt focus on a girls rack if he tried

point being. hes being awfully fucking demanding. (and also, hes wearing the collar *right fucking now)*. he shoves benreys hand up his shirt and shivers the moment he makes contact with gordons burning-hot flesh. and hes demanding that benrey touch him already, jesus, hes losing his mind! and benreys just crooning at him, “bossy, huh,” but hes scritching gordons ears and palming at his side and nosing at gordons neck and gordon starts to feel like hes melting into it. his protests at being talked down to are perfunctory at best

benrey licks a stripe up gordons neck and starts muttering his stupid horseshit right in gordons ear and it makes gordon clutch his shoulders so tight, claws digging into the meat of him. benreys kind of into it, though, and it just makes him laugh, low and harsh and right in gordons ear. that just makes gordons problem worse. he lets out quiet, nasal whines on every exhale, like a literal fucking dog.

he starts teasing, like, “haha, you’re *gagging* for it, bro,” but gordon doesnt respond with the defensiveness he expects. instead, its like opening a floodgate - he is, hes fucking *desperate*, okay, his dick hasnt gone down in days and he wants benrey so bad he cant see straight and he cant stop thinking about him and all of this comes tumbling out of him at once. gordons trying to press himself as close to benrey as he can physically get, legs straddling benreys lap and arms clutched tight around his back. and when benrey prods a little more, tells gordon to say what hes been thinkin about, gordon starts to pant, squeezing his eyes shut. but he cant bring himself to do anything more than choke and stutter on the words

hes half-hard in his underwear already (and, lets be be clear, he was only in boxer briefs and a tank top to begin with. hes sweating buckets and its the least amount of clothing he could get away with wearing around the house) and his tails thumping a mile a minute and hes so far gone, just from benrey talking down to him and kissing his neck and scratching his ears. but hes not budging yet, so benrey slides that hand on his ears over to his ponytail and *yanks*. tells him, “speak.” gordons dick twitches rapidly, and he lets out a sharp sound, and he finally says it: he needs benrey to *fuck* him, jesus

benrey lets out a harsh breath at that. “yeah? thats what puppy wants?” and the nickname should blister him, make him feel to embarrassed to continue, but gordons too desperate to care. he just starts spewing a litany of “god yes”s and “please”s. hes getting harder and harder, pressed up against benreys belly, and benrey can *feel* it. “good boy,” he mutters, and those claws dig harder, that panting gets louder and harsher

he slips a hand around to gordons back, rubbing slowly for a moment as if to soothe him, and then slides it under the back of gordons boxers. and lower still. starts rubbing at gordons hole. that gets a quiet “oh god” out of gordon.

gordon cant help himself - he rocks forward against benrey, just a little, rubbing his bulge against what he realizes is benreys *extremely* hard dick in his sweatpants. hes not the only one whos got it bad. but he *is* the only one whispering, “fuck, fuck, fuck,” as benrey pushes a little further, makes as if hes about to breach gordon dry. the poor guys so needy that he probably wouldnt even argue!

but benrey just stares at him, wide eyed and flushed, mouth hanging open a little. gordons so hot for this that it surprises the both of them.

anyway after some boring position finagling benrey coaxes gordon onto his hands and knees, running a broad hand down gordons shaking back. and he pulls back gordons tail, exposing him. its so fucking humiliating - gordons got his face buried in a pillow, and his ass in the air, and hes never felt so *vulnerable* before. he wants to argue, he wants to lift his head and look back to make sure that everythings, like, okay back there - benreys staring at his entire asshole, okay, and he wasnt exactly anticipating benrey making a house call to fuck him in the ass - but every time he lifts his head, or starts to say something neurotic about it, benrey chides him about it. clicks his tongue. tells him, “hey. dogs dont talk” or “i said *bow*, bro”.

for all his insisting that hes a real guy, that hes not just a dog, gordons feeling less and less like a human and more like something in thrall to his instincts. the condescension rankles like it always does, but doing what benrey tells him to feels good. feels natural. presenting himself like this feels like what hes *supposed* to do. it doesnt stop him from running his mouth entirely, but it helps to mitigate some of the embarrassment.

and then… benrey *licks*. gordon tenses and gasps. he doesnt know how benrey can stand it, its gotta be, like, unhygienic! but that didnt scare him off the last time they tried this, and its not like gordon hasnt thought about it since. hes thought about it a lot, actually. but hes been too neurotic to ask for it. benreys not stupid, though. hes a good dog owner (at least, so he thinks) and hes gonna take care of his dog. so he licks again, and again, pressing a little harder against gordons hole on each pass with the broad side of his tongue until he dares to breach it with the tip.

gordons rock hard again in an instant. his dick hangs between his legs and drips onto the sheets. he digs his fingers into the pillow now, tearing holes in its surface with those sharp nails of his, and he makes embarrassingly high noises that he muffles into into the pillow, too. hes tense, hes so fucking tense, he should be clamping down and making benreys task really fucking hard, but theres bright pink sweet voice dripping from his hole and benreys rubbing the side of his thigh in an effort to soothe him and both of these things work in tandem to get him to relax. and benrey works his tongue in further, further than a human ought to.

the tip was one thing, but it gets wider as benrey pushes it in, and its just as good as it was before - better, even, because now its just the two of them, just a master and his dog, and benreys the only one he wants to see him like this. bent over and whimpering. he cant— he cant stomach the thought of anybody else doing this to him. hell, there was a point once where the idea of stomaching *benrey* doing this to him would have made him laugh. but here he is. benreys fucking him open with his tongue and pressing against something thats making him see stars and gordon just wants *more*. he says it so sweet, too, voice growing hoarse and raw as he begs benrey to just fucking do it already, he doesnt wanna come like this!

gordon gets so worked up and emotional about it that benrey takes the time to scratch behind his ears again, shushing him and telling him to chill. benreys got him. hes been a good dog, and good dogs get treats. hearing the words “good dog” makes gordons entire body flush. thats all he wants, really. he wants to be a good dog. he wants to be *told*. he blurts out, “oh my god— say it again,” and benreys like, “huh? say what? youre gonna have to be more specific,” clicking the last syllable. it makes all the hairs on gordons head rise and prickle with shame. the best he can do is mumble it into his pillow.

benrey hears it, though, and tugs at gordons collar from behind, just enough to raise his head. “whassat? you want me to call you a good boy?” gordon cant bring himself to answer that directly, but his stupid body betrays him by making him whine. jesus christ, yes, thats all he WANTS! he needs benrey to be good and nice to him for once in his fucking life and give him what he wants instead of taking, taking, taking! but benrey just tells him that hes gonna have to earn it. gonna have to be *real* good for him. gordon could fucking snarl at that, but benreys pulling back to rub his dick between gordons cheeks and against his hole and that shuts him up pretty fast because hes *so close* to getting what he wants and hes not about to fuck it up now by running his big dumb mouth

and then… he starts to push in. that sweet voice has loosened gordon up enough to take even benrey, who, uh, is definitely the bigger of the two, in that regard. he goes slow, uncharacteristically so, and gordons chest heaves with the force of how hard hes breathing. a quiet string of “oh god”s spills out of him as he tries to crane his neck back to watch. the head breaches him with a strange popping sensation, and benrey groans, loud, as the rest of him slides in with little resistance in comparison. “good,” he pants in turn, “youre takin it so good,” and—

and gordon comes, in weak, aborted spurts. it snuck up on him. he clenches so fucking tightly that it winds benrey a little. he breathes out, “whoa. did you—” but gordon just begs him to shut up, keep going, hes not— hes not done yet, its always like this, its not *enough*. his dick barely even flags afterward, it just hangs there, achingly hard and dripping with cum. benrey cant even find it in himself to make fun of him. he wants it so fucking bad, doesnt he? and he feels so good, so fucking tight and slick around benrey that the only thought running through his head is “gotta take care of my dog gotta fuck my best friend gotta nut in him and make him howl”. so he pushes himself alllll the way in until theyre pressed together, skin to skin.

then he starts to move. slow, careful thrusts, more for benreys benefit than gordons. if hes not careful, hes gonna blow his load, right then and there, and hes trying to make it good for gordon, too, okay? unlike *some* of them, hes not gonna bust in two minutes and then spend the next half hour crying and trauma-dumping to the guy hes still got his dick inside of.

once he thinks hes got a grip, though, benrey starts fucking him in earnest, and that changes gordons vocalizations from weak little whimpers into something louder. less restrained. hes given up any pretense of being quiet so that his other selves dont hear that hes snuck his boytoy into his room. just loud, wordless moans on each thrust, initially muffled into the pillow but soon spilling into the wider room when he turns his head to catch his breath. the only words hes managing are “oh god” and “please” and “benrey, benrey, *benrey*”, and benrey just responds to him like, “yeah? thats good? fuuuck, bro, so good for me,” all short of breath and barely able to speak himself

he wants to see gordons face. he *needs* to see gordons face. needs to see what hes doing to him, needs to see that cute fuckin blush of his. so he tugs on gordons collar again, bringing him to his hands and knees properly instead of that bowing position. and then further still - pulls him back so that benreys on his knees, and gordons on his knees in turn, on his lap, cock still buried inside of him and fucking him in short, hurried thrusts. “paws up,” benrey tells him, and gordon does it. instantly. no resistance. just folds them at his chest like a real dog would.

“whos a good boy?” benrey croons, right in his ear again. gordon gasps, “i-i am!”

“yeah? youre a good boy?” nod, wail. “whose— whose good boy are you?”

and gordon chokes on his response. he cant say it, he *cant*, he doesnt want to be benreys but he does, he *does*. he doesnt want to be benreys because its not fucking fair! he cares so fucking much! so much more than benrey does, it feels like, obsessing over the guy like hes wrapped thorny vines all around gordons heart and he cant so much as shift in his seat without feeling the tug and the ache and thinking of benrey again. and benrey doesnt care, he never fucking cares, except—

except he showed up at gordons house, in his room. without even being asked. like he knew something was wrong. and he— hes always talking to gordon, shooting him stupid texts just to make him laugh. scheduling *date nights* for them. date nights where, yeah, maybe they couldnt see each other in person, and maybe they always end in some kind of depraved sexual act, but its not like gordons not into it. hes frighteningly into it, actually. and hes *so* into hearing benreys voice, low and crooning, right in his ear, and seeing him lean on an elbow and smile at him afterward. its— its practically genuine. and benreys always making excuses to talk with him, do things with him, watch stupid fucking movies that only gordon cares about and stream with him on twitch to help boost his subscriber count and—

and—

oh god. maybe he *does* care. that might be more terrifying than the alternative.

then benrey yanks the collar again. presses the whole of gordons back against his front in one hot, unbroken line. and asks, “i said, whose good boy are you, bro? *speak.*”

“benrey,” he blurts out, a ragged moan, “d-dont make me sa-AY it, oh god—”

“no?” benrey stills suddenly. his hands keep gordon stuck in place, unable to move or bounce or feel benrey shift inside of him. “thats, uh… thats too bad, friend. this trains for good boys only. good dogs go to heaven 2. no bad dogs allowed. gonna have to, uhh, escort you off—”

“im not a bad dog!”

“i dunno, gordo. bein’ kind of, uh… disobedient.”

(sorry. thats all i got . byeeee)

[heysatori]

Hey! I am new to your blog, but I binged everything, hehe, and I think you're amazing! Could you maybe do hcs with Bakusquad and todoroki with a s/o who is scared to let them meet their parents because they're the strict type who think that once you're in a relationship it basically means you intend to marry the person?

Bakusquad and Todoroki with an s/o who has strict parents

Genre: fluff  Pairings: Bakugou x reader, Kirishima x reader, Sero x reader, Kaminari x reader, Mina x reader, Jirou x reader, Shinsou x reader, Todoroki x reader a/n: this took me so long im so sorry but wow this took a lot of energy out of me JFJFSJKFA i hope i got what you wanted anon ! (─‿‿─)♡

Bakugou Katsuki

you and katsuki have been dating for quite a while now 

he had already invited you to his house and you coincidentally met his parents ! 

he hadnt expected them to be there but they coddled u like there was no tomorrow !! (─‿‿─)♡

they asked u tons of question and u even cooked dinner with masaru ! 

it was a great bonding experience !

katsuki was ofc not happy with this becuz he only wanted u to himself ┌∩┐(◣_◢)┌∩┐

after dinner he hauled u to his room and demanded cuddles 

after that though, he lowkey expected that u would to introduce him to ur parents too 

just so things are fair and square

but after numerous hints u still havent gotten the clue ! so he just confronts u abt it 

but softly 

“so when am i gonna meet your parents?” 

you kinda turn to him a little hesitantly 

your parents are pretty strict 

they didnt even know you were dating bakugou at all 

all they knew was that you were doing very well at UA 

“uh do you want to meet them?”

“well its just, you met mine, so that means i can meet yours right?”

bakugou looks so tiny like that he justs pouting a little with his arms crossed over his chest

“i mean, theyre really strict baby, im not even allowed to be dating you right now”

bakubabes kinda shocked so he just asks u more questions 

“what do you mean??”

“well if i am to date someone, they want that person to be like my future spouse or something, so its either all or nothing for them”

“tch, me? marry you? in your dreams” 

u alrdy know bakugou is teasing but u hit him nonetheless 

lets just say you both agree to not bring him home for a while 

Kirishima Eijirou

you had already met kirishima’s mothers a few weeks back during an impromptu outing the mall with his family 

there were lovely of course ! and kirishima is the living proof of all their hard work into making one of the nicest boys in the whole world 

after that though 

kiri had gotten a little hopeful that you’d introduce him to your parents as well 

soon enough he couldnt keep it in and it eventually came out in word vomit 

“huh, you want to meet my parents?” 

kiri just nodded meekly and settled down on your bed, patting the space next to him 

you plop down and pull him into a hug, cradling him against your chest 

“uh listen baby, my parents, theyre not like yours” 

“huh, what do you mean?”

“well theyre kinda strict, they dont even want me dating in the first place, plus if you do meet them, theyre expecting that you’ve already thought out how youre going to ask for my hand in marriage or something like that”

“i mean, i can marry you now if you want?”

you splutter over your words and push kirishima off your chest 

“whaaaaat im serious!!” 

after that you and kirishima have a thorough discussion on why he cant ask you to marry him just yet 

Sero Hanta 

hes pretty chill about the idea of meeting your parents and you meeting his

he isnt really going to plan anything but if anything happens to happen then he’ll just go with the flow 

his parents had invited you over to dinner after they managed to spot you at a random shopping center

sero was FLUSHED !! but he let it happen, walking a little behind his parents so he could hold your hand 

after that though things are totally chill 

he doesnt really expect to meet your parents 

as he didnt plan you meeting his parents either 

but he does ask you what theyre like ! 

one day while you were cuddling he just looks up at you and asks you, “what are your parents like?”

“theyre pretty traditional”

“what kind of traditional?”

“the ‘are you prepared to marry my child and provide for them for the rest of your life?’ kind of traditional’

sero kinda just wheezes at your answer at your answer and leaves it alone for awhile

Kaminari Denki

hes kinda insistent on meeting ur parents 

but only because he knows that its like the special bases of relationships 

plus he also wants to meet the wonderful people who created you 

he introduced you to his parents on your 5th month of dating 

cuz he just wants the people he loves the most to interact with each other 

plus with how much he talks about you home, they were also quite eager to meet you

so of course he is kinda gonna be insistent 

one day he runs up to your room and presents a fancy night with you, him, and your parents 

he pushes you in and explains it to you thoroughly !! 

you feel kinda bad to tell him that this might not happen 

“im sorry bug, but im not sure if we can do this with my parents” 

hes shocked ! he sits up a little for a moment but he ends up sagging in sadness after a while 

“but why” 

and hes pouting !! 

you feel so sad about hurting him about this 

“my parents are really strict, they might not approve of you baby, they’ll probably even ask you if youre gonna marry me or something”

“i will marry you though!!” 

Mina Ashido

like denki she’s a little persistent

she’s just very enthusiastic about you and everything about you

so that includes your home life

she already introduced you to her parents long ago 

so shes pretty expectant 

she always kinda brings it up 

“so when can i meet your parents” is a common phrase you hear from her 

you kinda dismiss her questions and you change the topic after that 

but after a while she gets fed up and confront you about it 

and although you feel bad you still feel a little reluctant to tell her 

you didnt wanna ruin anything just cuz your parents are stupidly strict 

but you decide to tell her anyway 

you explain to her how strict your parents are but she doesnt really get the gist of it 

“what do you mean though?”

“well, they’ll probably ask you if youre ready to marry me or something” 

“of course i am!” 

you fluster at her words 

she cuddles up to u and doesnt let u leave her arms after that

Jirou Kyouka

shes kinda shy about those things

so she usually just focuses on you and only you 

she never really thought about meeting your parents until the squad (mainly denki and mina) asked about it 

“what do you mean when am i gonna meet their parents?” 

“thats like!! the biggest step in a relationship!! if you dont meet their parents youre probably not gonna be long term!” 

jirou dismisses mina’s statement and leaves to find you 

although it does sound a little ridiculous, she is kinda nervous about that 

was she not enough for your parents?

she finds you in your room and beats around the bush for a while before getting straight to the point, kinda

“so uh you wanna exchange parents?’

“what”

“no, sorry, i mean, like, wanna meet my parents and ill meet yours?”

youve heard stories about kyouka’s parents and they sound pretty awesome so in your mind you agree immediately

but the thought of kyouka meeting your annoyingly traditional parents sounded like a nightmare 

“i dont think you’ll like my parents” 

she asks a simple way and you give her a simple answer 

shes totally cool with it cuz yeah she doesnt like overly traditional people 

so you both end up just laying down and cuddling together 

Shinsou Hitoshi

i dont think he really cares about meeting your parents 

not that he doesnt care about your parents

no hes sure that they are lovely people 

its just that shinsou is a litlte anti social as it is and likes to keep meeting new people to a minimum 

but monoma kinda bugs him on it 

egging him on to take initiative in your relationship for once and make a big step for the both of you 

so one day, shinsou walks up to you begrudgingly with monoma hiding behind a wall nearby 

(this is exactly what it looked like when monoma forced shinsou to gain the courage to ask you out) 

“so, can i uh, meet your parents?” 

you kinda laugh at how he asked it so weirdly 

“where did this come from?”

“monoma said i need to man up and take initiative in our relationship and make a big step so that we can stay together forever” 

you laugh even harder but you cant help but have your heart melt at shinsou’s purpose taking to you now 

it may not seem like it but he really does want to have you around forever 

“theyre pretty strict and traditional baby, you sure you wanna meet them?” 

he turns around and monoma gives him a firm face and a thumbs up 

shinsou turns back around and nods firmly 

you cant help but laugh again at how adorable he looks 

moving to wrap your arms around his neck you give him a small peck on the cheek 

Todoroki Shouto 

todoorki’s had his fair share of experience when it comes to parents 

so hes not entirely eager to meet your parents 

but he does think about it every now and then 

for sure not everyone is going to be like his father 

but hes got quite a foul mouth and no brain to mouth filter when he does speak 

but he knows respect 

just dont cross his line 

he doesnt really bring up meeting your parents for a while 

iida had asked about it once since it was a formal thing to do when gaining a significant other 

todoroki simply shrugged and said he’ll think about it 

and he did think about it 

later that day after training he approached you, pulling on your arm to bring you closer to him 

he soon pulled you to a stop by the side of the hallway, stepping rather close to you 

“can i meet your parents?”

“eh??” 

it was so sudden that you couldnt help your surprise 

neither of you talk much about your parents (except for Rei who you had met a while back) 

“well, I don’t think you’ll like them sweetie” 

“I’m sure they’re lovely” 

“Well, they’re just a tiny bit like your dad, not the abuse, but the uhm, in the traditional sense?” 

todoroki nods firmly and pulls you to stay under his arm as you resume walking back to the dorms 

“well, my mother will be your mother-in-law soon enough so you don’t need to worry”

[nordleuchten]

are there any sources that say how lafayette reacted to the death of washington and his other friends from america??

Hello Anon,

yes, we do know La Fayette’s reaction - pretty exactly actually. George Washington died on December 14, 1799 and La Fayette wrote to Washington’s widow, Martha Washington, on February 28, 1800. The letter is today hold by the Digital Collection from The Washington Library.

Dearest Madam

My Heart Has for So Long a time and So throughly Been known to You, that I Need Not, Nor indeed Could I Express the feelings Which Over Whelm it—While the world is Mourning, and Mankind weeping Over the irreparable Loss, What Must it Be to You, My dear Madam, the object of His Love, the Companion of His Life, the partner of His Sentiments, the Happy witness to All His private and public virtues? What Must it Be to me, Who from My Youth Have Been Blessed with His paternal Adoption, and Who Ever Have deserved it By the Most filial Affection for Him and for You, Who United in Every thing were particularly So in Your kindness to me? - Continue, I beseech you, to Honour me with this Maternal Predilection, the more necessary to me, as in you, dearest Madam, I Both Love and Revere What Remains of My Respected and Beloved General - My Mind is so wed to introduce Him in every thought, every Sentiment, every Concern of Mine that I Hardly Can Believe that, While I am Living, He Has left us, Nor Could I forgive Myself No to Have personally received His Last Blessing. Had I Not the Remembrance of the Advice By Which You know He Has Repeatedly differed My Departure for America - the Circumstances are Coming on Which Had appeared to Him to proper- for Our Meeting - But Alas, in this World We Can No More Meet! I would think it for me a Sacred and Staeing[sic] Duty to Go Over and Mingle My Tears With Yours, Had I not Lately Reentered My Native Country Where, although I Live in perfect Retirement, and With not Have Any thing to do With public affairs, I am Bound to forward the Business of My friends, Several of Whom, Who followed me in 1792, are to the paine[sic] of Being Restored to their Homes and families - I owe it also to My Creditors and Children to pick up the Remains of My fortune - My Son, not Less a partaker in My Grief than in My Obligations and Gratitude, Has the Honour to write to you, and would Have Gone to Mount Vernon, Had Not the Continuation of the War engaged Him in the Military Senite where He expects to Be Soon employed - But we Both Live in the Hope to present You Again, dearest Madam, the personal Homage of our Respectful Love; and everlasting Regrets Shall ever Make us worthy of the parental affection which from the Greatest and Best of Men, which from You, Dear Madam, we Both Had the Happiness to experience - My Wife, With a Mourning, affectionate Heart, joins in My Sentiments, and as well as the Rest of My family Beg to Be More Respectfully, tenderly Remembered to You - Be pleased to let me Hear from You as often as You Can - permit me to Hold with You the Correspondence I Had with My Beloved General and think often of that adoptive Son of His who with dutiful Respect, and warm, Grateful, filial affection Has the Honour to be

dear Madam

Your obedient Servant and friend

Lafayette

Martha Washington replied to La Fayette on October 31, 1800:

Mount Vernon October 31st 1800

Dear Sir

It was not until very lately that your sympathetic and affectionate letter of the 18th of febary reached my hands - The feeling manner in which you have expressed your sense of the loss which I have sustained demands my greatful acknowledgement. The tribute of respectful veneration which has been every where paid to the memory of my dear deceased Husband, and the tender sympathy which my friends have expressed for the irreparable loss, excites my warmest sensibility, -- But my consolation arises only from that source of infinite wisdom and good help which alone can mitigate our grief and lessen the poignancy of the keenest affliction -- To his will do I resign my self for the few remaining days of my life - Knowing the strong ties by which you were bound to my departed Friend I can readily conceive of your feeling upon hearing of his decease, and I am sure it was not among the least of the manifold afflictions which you have of late years undergone.

To the amiable partner of your heart and the rest of your deserving family I pray you to have my sincear and greatful thanks for their tender sympathy; and be isured that you have my ernest prayers that your and their future years may be freed from that cloud of suffering in which you have been so long involved -, and that every blessing which heaven has in store for the virtuous may be showered upon you,- should you or they visit this country - I need not say how happy I should be to see you under my roof - and it will always afford me the highest satisfaction to hear of your welfare

The kind letter from your son came in closed in yours, for which I pray you to return him my best thanks and issure him that his friends hear hold him in affectionate rememberance and sincerely wish that his career in life may be glorious and happy - with esteem and regard

Im dear sir your friend and obedient(?) servant.

Martha Washington

There is something special about this letter. Martha received at least 55 letters of condolences that we know of, more than 40 of the people who wrote her received a reply - but most of these replies were not written by her but by others, Tobias Lear for example, in her name. La Fayette’s was one of fife identified persons who received a reply written by herself. Martha also send La Fayette two pistols, that Washington bequeathed to the Marquis in his will. Washington wrote in his will:

“To General de la Fayette I give a pair of finely wrought steel Pistols, taken from the enemy in the Revolutionary War.”

La Fayette’s son, Georges Washington de La Fayette, also wrote Martha. He enclosed his letters in the letter written by his father. Beside these letters, there is also an earlier account that illustrates La Fayette’s thoughts about Washington’s demise. Shortly before La Fayette sailed for France in 1784 after his third visit to the United States, Washington wrote him the following on December 8, 1784:

“In the moment of our separation upon the road as I travelled, & every hour since—I felt all that love, respect & attachment for you, with which length of years, close connexion & your merits, have inspired me. I often asked myself, as our Carriages distended, whether that was the last sight, I ever should have of you? And tho’ I wished to say no—my fears answered yes. I called to mind the days of my youth, & found they had long since fled to return no more; that I was now descending the hill, I had been 52 years climbing—& that tho’ I was blessed with a good constitution, I was of a short lived family—and might soon expect to be entombed in the dreary mansions of my father’s—These things darkened the shades & gave a gloom to the picture, consequently to my prospects of seeing you again: but I will not repine—I have had my day.”

To that La Fayette replied on December 21, 1784:

“I Have Received Your Affectionate letter Of the 8th inst., and from the known Sentiments of My Heart to You, You will Easely guess what My feelings Have Been in perusing the tender Expressions of Your friendship—No, my Beloved General, our late parting was Not By Any Means a last interview—My whole Soul Revolts at the idea—and Could I Harbour it an instant, indeed, my dear General, it would make me Miserable (…)”

On February 8, 1800, France held an official funeral service for George Washington. Everybody expected La Fayette to give a eulogy to Washington but that did not happen. More so, La Fayette was explicitly excluded from the funeral. Why? Because Napoléon Bonaparte, who had just risen to power, did not felt like it and because he was a bit petty.

As with regard to his other friends in America, there is not as much documentation that I know of. Washington wrote to La Fayette on October 20, 1782 that John Laurens had died.

“Poor Laurens is no more—He fell in a trifling skirmish in South Carolina, attempting to prevent the Enemy from plundering the Country of Rice (…)”

I am sure La Fayette was saddened by his friends death, but I have never seen him mentioning it. Moving on to Hamilton, who died on July 12, 1804, La Fayette wrote Thomas Jefferson on October 8, 1804 that:

“The Deplorable fate of My friend Hamilton Has deeply Afflicted me—I am Sure that whatever Have Been the differences of parties, you Have Ever Been Sensible of His Merits, and Now feel for His Loss.”

He further wrote to George Washington Parke Custis after Hamilton’s death that:

“Hamilton was to me, my dear Sir, more than friend, he was a brother. We were both very young, when associated with our common father; our friendship, formed in days of peril and glory, suffered no diminution from time: with Tilghman and with Laurens, I was upon terms the most affectionate; but with Hamilton, my relations were brotherly.”

Another close friend of La Fayette, Thomas Jefferson, died on July 4, 1826 and La Fayette discussed his death in a letter to James Monroe on November 28, 1826. I sadly have no full access to this letter so I can only tell you that Jefferson’s death was discussed in the letter, but not what La Fayette actually wrote.

I hope you have/had an awesome day!

[thanotaphobia]

on philza, technoblade, and qprs

i’d like to start this off by saying i am on the ace spectrum. i don’t really label myself as anything other than “queer” but here i acknowledge the fact i am somewhat asexual and aromantic

now onto what i actually want to say, mostly about the conversation surrounding philza and technoblade and their relationship as viewed by the fandom. i’ll go through this in three parts: 1. canon relationship 2. fanon relationship 3. my take on boundaries, qpr, and society stuff and how i think some of the fandom surrounding these two characters need to chill on the depiction of certain relationships

1. phil and techno’s canon relationship is centered around a few very important lines and interactions. mostly “for you, the world phil” and other statements declaring techno and phil as besties. i don’t think either of them are bad friends in any way! i think in canon their relationship is strong and has several moments on stream that can back it up. techno constantly showering philza with gifts is part of his love language- phil is a bit different, but his acts of service come with helping him farm wither skulls and supporting technoblade during doomsday. canonically, their relationship is strong and i don’t deny that.

2. fanon has taken it different ways, as fandom is wont to do. many people are interpreting phil and techno as best friends, some as father/son, apprentice and master, etc! it’s great- all these headcanons are awesome. the problem that some people have come to find is with the depictions of philza and technoblade in a qpr, or a queerplatonic relationship. for anyone who’s unclear on what that is, a queerplatonic relationship is by definition “a term for a relationship that bends the rules for telling apart romantic relationships from non-romantic relationships.” this is straight from the LGBTA wiki, although the definition can shift and change depending on the person you ask. this is not an issue. headcanons are fine and chill and dandy and philza himself has said headcanoning is fine including qprs! the problem lies within:

3. the fact that some people take it way too far. 

unfortunately, in the society we live in, there are some things and actions that have been coded to be romantic. every day these items are challenged by real life queer people who are in qprs and who do live their lives in opposite to how society demands we do. however, when it comes to minecraft roleplay and the content creators performing, this is not the hill to die on. you can say you want something to be platonic and still slap romantic-coded actions all over it. kissing and marriage are two of the most contended i’ve seen, as well as lingering touch and other intense, close parts of a relationship that are often coded as romantic. this doesn’t mean that those actions always have to be romantic. that’s the whole reason for qprs in the first place- to challenge and go against the idea that all of these actions must be romantic. however, for the real life people concerned (who may or may not understand what a qpr is) it WILL COME ACROSS AS ROMANTIC.

there is no way to fix that. there is no way to erase cultural norms grown into a person. some things will always be taken as romantic no matter how hard we try to denormalize it. you can’t just say it’s platonic and expect the whole world to go along with it. that is not how it works, however much i or you disagree. change is slow- it takes years, even decades. 

that being said, it’s of my personal opinion that some fan content depicting techno and philza in a qpr goes too far. i block and mute anything that makes me uncomfortable, and i urge everyone else who feels the same to do so, because that’s how you react in an online space when you see something you disagree with. block and mute and move on. but i also wanted to get my thoughts out there in a way that makes sense (at least to me) and to just remind people of boundaries that exist and that while the world is more progressive than ever, it is still not perfect and likely will never be. is this a hill to die on? i just urge anyone making content to think about how one of the content creators involved would view it- if they came across it, or it was shoved in their face, or blew up to an immense amount- how would they react? 

tl;dr: im not a personal fan of some depictions of techno and phil in qprs. i block and mute and move on, so should you. disclaimer: all of this is my opinion and should be taken as such. i don’t legitimately care enough to really argue on the matter of opinion, so. take it as you will