#idk it just annoys me because like it’s clear what the set up was if you rewatch

[daisysmalia]

Why are people so insistent on claiming Tim was lying when he says the ‘no Buck was actually into Tommy?’

Like he says it here;

And someone on twitter tried to tell me this was him still saying Buck was confused? Like I’m sorry but if you watch the ep objectively it’s all about Tommy. Buck wants to hang out with him, he felt he clicked with him, he wants to see him. I understand you can have your own interpretation but please don’t try say that the creator has a different one than what he intended. Eddie was the misdirect, the twist was ‘oh I guess it was you.’ And Buck and the audience had that realisation at the same time.

[mariasont]

Date Night - A.H

a/n: i have been so obsessed with the nanny recently so this is kind of based off that

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pairings: aaron hotchner x nanny!reader

summary: you get home from the world's worst date

warnings: none i think, IDK IM SO BAD AT THESE

wc: 0.9k

To put it quite frankly your date sucked. He was disrespectful to the waiter, made really unsettling noises while eating, talked incessantly about his ex, and worst of all, he didn't let you get a word in edge wise (a major issue because you really like to talk).

Saying you were disappointed would barely scratch the surface. The rarity of your dates, thanks to your demanding role as a live-in nanny for Viriginia's most occupied FBI agent, made your free time all too precious. Mr. Hotchner was home this weekend, which granted you some time off, well-deserved you might add, but you had wasted it on some sad excuse of a man who made you believe that chivalry really was dead.

You had a clear mission when you entered the house: to drown the evening's disappointment in a generous pour of red, slip into your comfiest pajamas, and indulge in trashy reality TV, which, by comparison, casted your night in a much more flattering light. You were beginning to accept that maybe, you were meant to be alone, only because men sucked.

You all but threw your jacket into the closet, kicking off the pumps that had spent the night punishing your heels, and bent to rub the throbbing pain, releasing a sigh steeped in disappointment.

"You're home early."

Your heart leapt to your throat, hand flying to your chest on reflex as you whirled around to face the sight of Mr. Hotchner lounging in the armchair, a whiskey glass cradled in his hand. The light from the lamp beside him served to accentuate the shadows beneath his eyes, no doubt caused by his job. So, what he was doing up was beyond you.

"Geez, Mr. Hotchner, are you trying to give me a heart attack here?"

A mock frown creased your face, and you sauntered over to his chair. You settled on the armrest beside him and smoothly relieved him of the glass, taking a small, savoring sip. Annoying him was one of your favorite pastimes, one that was all too rare with his usual absence.

"So, what's the occasion? Waiting up for me?"

He wasn't amused, clearly, his face unchanging. With a deliberate motion, he took the glass back, taking another casual drink, and despite his stern look he didn't move away from you. His eyes shot you a sharp glance, withholding any spoken response.

With a light tap on his shoulder, you hopped down from the arm of the chair.

"It's okay, you don't have to say it. I can read you like a book," you tossed him a wink, your dress flirting with the edge of modesty at the quick action. His eyes briefly betrayed him, moving towards the expanse of flesh now on display. "Ahem, Mr. Hotchner, my face is a little higher."

You gently nudged his chin upward with your finger, guiding his attention to your eyes. You loved his eyes, a cocoa brown color that reminded you of rich, velvety chocolate truffles, a comparison you were pretty sure had slipped out when he interviewed you.

"Careful," he cautioned in a low murmur, easing himself from the chair and setting his glass aside. "As your employer, it's reasonable for me to be concerned about your well-being, you are the woman who raises my child."

"Oh, absolutely, sir. Your concern is most reasonable and duly noted," you replied with an exaggerated formality, lightly tapping his cheek before neatly tucking your hands behind your back.

He traced his brow with his fingertips, as if to smooth away the beginnings of a headache, undoubtedly brought on by you. A sigh of exhaustion followed. "I trust I don't need to remind you of who signs your paycheck."

With a beaming smile, you sing out, hands moving to rest on your hips. "Totally clear on that, sir!" You turn and head up the stairs, your mumble just loud enough for him to catch, "A little raise wouldn't hurt though, just saying!"

He's close behind as he warns in a low voice, "Don't push your luck."

You stop so suddenly he almost stumbles into you and you feel his hands steady you on your hips, dangerously close to the curve of your ass as you glance back at him.

"Oh, I wouldn't dare, sir."

A slight shake of his head and those perceptive eyes convey all he doesn't say as his hands fall away, the space they leave behind feeling oddly empty. 

"So, the date didn't go well?" he asks as you reach the top of the stairs.

"No, I didn't say that. It was wonderful, perfect actually." You'd always been a terrible liar, and naive for thinking he'd fall for it. "He might just be the man of my dreams."

He gives you a look that tells you he sees right through your bullshit. "Let me guess, he probably ordered for you without asking, talked over you, and didn't even bother to walk you to your door."

"Uh, no, that's not--," you start, voice squeaking slightly. His unimpressed look makes you fold--something you found yourself doing way too often around him. "Okay, fine. But really, using those weird FBI skills on me? That's playing dirty, Mr. Hotchner."

"No 'weird FBI skills' required," he replies, the slightest smirk gracing his stupidly handsome face. "Your taste in men is just... consistently interesting."

"Interesting is better than non-existent, which I believe is the current state of your dating life, Mister."

He moves closer, the narrowing space nudging you against the wall. "Well, considering my days are filled with work, parenting, and apparently, babysitting you, dating isn't exactly a priority."

He was kind of hot when he was mad. His eyes narrowed at you. Okay, not kind of, definitely hot when mad.

"Oh, Mr. Hotchner, it sounds like you need a night off from all that babysitting," you purr, placing your hands on his shoulders as you grace him with a smile. "Why don't we discuss your options over dinner? My treat?"

A sigh of exasperation escapes him, a telltale sign that he's done with the conversation, which actually is how a lot of your discussions end. He steps back and opens the door to your room. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Mr. Hotchner, see you in the morning," you say, your hand pausing on his arm just a beat too long. "Sweet dreams--though I'm sure I'll be in them."

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[hitomisuzuya]

hey Suzu!! I just had an idea 😩😩

A fatui!scara x agent!reader where he’s coming back from a mission and we welcome him by being his Christmas gift, wearing his fav lingerie 🤭 idk if it’s really clear, I hope so..

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Comfort smut. Cunnilingus. Praise. Soft Scara.

It was perfectly clear😳😌

Scaramouche had told you no when you asked to go with him on his mission. It was too cold outside for yo, humans got cold easily. But, after he'd kissed you goodbye, he'd promised that he would be home to spend Christmas with you.

Honestly, he thought you were going to be pissed at him. The usual incompetence from his underlings made the mission go on longer than it should've. He was determined to keep his promise to you.

"I'm home," Scaramouche called out, taking off his hat to brush the snow off of it as he closed the door behind him. Huh? He was confused when he wasn't greeted with the usual hug and "I missed you." that you always graced him with.

You were nowhere to be found.

"Wait, wait, don't come in yet. Why won't this stupid thing tie?" He heard you say. He blinked. What was this nonsense?

He could hear you sighing in an annoyed manner, and was about to come into the bedroom to help you because it obviously sounded like you were struggling with something. However, a few moments later, you appeared in the doorway of the bedroom.

Scaramouche immediately saw what you had been struggling with. There you were, standing in the doorway wearing his favorite purple and black lingerie with a red ribbon tied like a bow around your wrist.

"I was going to be waiting by the Christmas tree, but you came home before I was ready," You admitted, looking away with a shy blush on your cheeks.

A smirk tugged on the corners of Scaramouche's mouth as he reached from your wrist. "If you don't mind, I'd like to unwrap my gift now," He said, tugging on one of the ends of the bow.

He scooped you up bridal style and carried you over to the bed. Gently he set you down in front of the bed, his hand already reaching back to unclasp your bra.

Scaramouche pressed gentle kisses down your neck as he dropped your bra to the floor. You let out a shaky sigh, goosebumps dotting your skin. He kissed a line from your throat to your breasts. "Purple always looks so pretty against your skin," He said, sweeping his tongue out to kitten lick your nipple.

Hearing praise from Scaramouche sounded as good as his lips and tongue felt on your nipple. Bolts of pleasure went straight to your clit, your nipple hardening as he swirled his tongue around it. He sucked until soft moans sounded from you.

To further stimulate you, he gave your other nipple the same attention, dipping his hand down between your legs to rub and stroke your cunt outside your panties.

He rubbed slow circles on your throbbing clit, moving your hips flush with his so you could feel his hardening cock press against your thigh. He gently put more pressure on your clit when you started to roll your hips into his fingers.

Scaramouche kissed you, swallowing your moans of protest when he took his fingers off your clit. He backed you up towards the bed, gently laying you down on your back.

His thumbs skimmed lovingly on the insides of your thighs, pulling your panties off and spreading your legs. "Let me show you how much I appreciate my gift," He said, brushing his fingers featherlight over your hips.

His tongue darted out to lick slow lines up and down your cunt. He moaned loud in bliss, his tongue eagerly soaking up how good you tasted as he swirled it around your clit.

Your hips jerked up when Scaramouche latched his lips around your clit. Your hand flew to the back of his head, pressing his mouth down onto your cunt. He caressed your hips, watching your face contort in pleasure.

"My good girl," He vibrated a moan on your clit, pushing two fingers inside of you, "my sweet girl, giftwrapping yourself just for me." He nudged and curled his fingers into your sweet spot, his tongue relentless as he lapped and sucked on your clit.

His pleasure was secondary tonight. He would gladly ignore his aching cock all night to watch you shake and writhe, drawing the sweetest moans from your throat while he slowly built up your orgasm.

Scaramouche increased the pace of his fingers, hearing your moans turned higher in pitch. "S-Scara.." was all you could manage to say, tugging on his hair as you bucked your hips into his mouth.

"Shh, relax and cum for me," He purred encouragingly, scissoring your walls apart when they clamped around his fingers.

He knew all it would take was a few more nudges into your sweet spot for the knot of your orgasm to break apart. He withdrew his fingers when he felt your release gush on them, replacing them with his tongue to taste your release.

Scaramouche nursed you through your orgasm, kitten licking your clit, leaving you breathless as you shook from the intensity.

[thewayitalknj]

Just a quick blurb I just thought of while watching a WWE PPV ; Enjoy!

Okay but just imagine you and the gang hanging out. They all know you're in love with Eddie and they've been trying to get you guys together for months. Doing stupid little things like leaving you alone in a room, having you sit next to each-other wherever you go. You understand and appreciate the sentiment but now you're getting annoyed, tired even ; because you know deep down Eddie would never date you and only sees you as a best friend.

You've seen him go through so many relationships throughout your friendship and whenever it never worked out he always came running to you, just to allow himself to be upset with what happened. And it killed you ; but you were always there for him ; and he was grateful.

You all decide to go to Lovers Lake to rent a cabin for a week during the Summer. And the gangs antics continue. They 'accidentally' put you in a room together, they had you getting things for the bbq together, and of course on the whole ride up you were sat together.

You were at your breaking point one night. Jonathan, Eddie and Argyle were out by the campfire while you and Steve were getting things from the kitchen with Nancy and Robin.

Steve laughs grabbing the chocolate and looks over, "You know, a campfire is a pretty romantic setting for you and -"

"Would you please just STOP?" You yell, practically scream while throwing the marshmallows on the countertop. They all look over at you, shock written all over their face from your sudden outburst. "Look, I know this has been going on for awhile but it needs to end. I'm sick of it, okay? It was fun in the beginning but it's been a long ass time and nothing has changed ; nothing will change. He will never see me as more than a friend, and I've come to terms with it ; and you should all too." You point to them, holding back tears as your voice begins to crack. "I'm suddenly not hungry anymore, I'm going to go shower and head to bed." You make your way upstairs, slam the door and bury your face into the pillow ; trying to keep your muffling and crying to a minimum.

Your friends watch as you leave. Once they heard the bang from the second level they look over to the outside door ; And Eddie is standing there.

"Did you, hear all that?" Robin asks.

"Loud and clear." He whispers, staring at the top of the stairs.

Quick Notes - if you want a Part2 just message, comment? Idk, I'm still new to writing on here lol.

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[apollosgiftofprophecy]

Some recent discussions I’ve seen about EPIC: The Musical, The Trials of Apollo, and Greek Mythology itself have prompted me to make this post.

With me, at least, when I’m talking about one of the Greek gods, I’m talking about them as they are portrayed in a specific thing.

It’s the same in my fanfics— I would not portray mythology Apollo the way I do ToA Apollo, and vice versa.

A good example of this I think would be my Marsyas fic. In it, I do not have Apollo flay him, because that makes more sense in the rrverse world. If I was going purely on the myths though? I would have had him go through with it. And have a crisis about it. Because that’s what happens.

I just wanted to put it out there that there are people capable of keeping different depictions of the gods separate from the myths. I felt the need to come out and say this, because I don’t want people thinking that my favorite media’s fandom (ToA) ignores/misportrays the myths. We are very aware of what is ToA and what is myth, and I want to set that straight.

Plus, I think it’s worth mentioning that some people in the ToA fandom connect so deeply with it because of the themes of change and the cycle of abuse. And for that to work, the gods have to be more dysfunctional than they are in the myths. It wouldn’t hit as hard if they weren’t.

idk. I just feel like there’s some layer of…hm, instinctual dislike towards fandoms of medias with Greek myth inspiration, because of certain inaccuracies and how that consequently reflects on the myths.

And I didn’t really like seeing that directed at ToA’s fandom, where we have fun discussing the differences between the rrverse and mythology and do in fact keep them separate. I’d argue the ToA fandom’s the most informed on the Greek myths in the wider rrverse fandom because we’re actually interested in the gods. Many have read the myths, or are reading them, like myself! We are educating ourselves on the mythology! And when we find something that has an interesting vision because of ToA’s context? We incorporate it into the setting of the rrverse. But we do not treat that vision as mythology canon.

A very good example of this is Zeus and Apollo’s relationship in ToA. It’s a stark contrast to the myths. I get why people wouldn’t be a fan of that. I like learning about their mythological relationship myself! I love the Greek myth soap opera. I love the Greek gods. I don’t know why someone would be into the mythology without liking the gods.

But I also feel like there needs to be an understanding that how the gods are portrayed in fictional stories are not always intended to be accurate. There are creators out there who treat their retellings as gospel truth, and that is definitely annoying, but there are others who just want to tell a story— and that’s what ToA is. A story. It’s essentially an AU of Greek mythology where Zeus succumbs to paranoia about the cycle. That’s how I see it.

It’s not accurate to the myths, because it’s not meant to be— it’s meant to tell a story, not retell one.

I’m beating a dead horse here because I’ve talked about this specific thing before. But yeah.

Just something I wanted to clear up with the mythology side of tumblr.

[dollfaceksj]

Does jk rly only want oc because she looks like Mia:(….

i know i said jk x reader would be endgame but honestly, i’m gonna leave it up to you guys.

ps: some ppl still seem to be confused abt some things so let me make it clear

taehyung DOES NOT have feelings for y/n. idk how much more clear i had to make that in the previous drabble but im saying it now

reader was NEVER pregnant. that’s why they’re called SCARES.

taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #34

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you raised your shaky fist and quickly knocked on his front door

you tried to keep your sobs contained but ultimately failed

your sleeves were full of tears and snot and you had no more space on them to clean yourself up

the door swung open and there he was, headphones on his head and controller in his hand with a complimentary annoyed pinch between his brows

he looked annoyed for a few seconds from being interrupted while playing but the moment he saw your state, instant concern seeped onto his expression and his stomach dropped

“what happened?” he asked immediately

you glanced inside of his apartment to make sure he was alone

“i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i don’t know what to do. i never meant for this to happen,” you rambled, choking on tears and sobs

he instantly took his headphones off and tossed them and his controller at his couch with no regard whether they landed safely or not before pulling you inside and closing the door behind you. “hey, hey. breathe. tell me what happened.”

“i swear i didn’t mean for this to happen, taehyung. i’m so sorry. i don’t know what to do. i’m panicking, please, don’t be mad at me. please, don’t be mad.” you stumbled over every word, barely being understandable with how hard you were sobbing

“hey,” he whispered as he gently shook you by your shoulders to get you to your senses. “i told you to breathe. tell me what happened.”

you had never just shown up this upset and it made his heart beat faster with panic but he had to stay calm for you

you took a few breaths to calm yourself down before opening your mouth to say, “i’m late. my period is late. it should’ve come through 4 days ago but it still hasn’t. please, please, don’t be mad at me.”

he blinked at you in confusion for a few seconds before the realization ultimately set on his face

this was the first time something like this had happened

you’d never had any problems or worries for the almost 3 years you and taehyung had been there

but you two were just halfway through your junior year and you had one more year to go

you dreamed of being seniors with taehyung

and this was going to ruin it

taehyung instantly pulled you into a hug to comfort you and stroked your head to calm you down. “don’t worry, i’m not mad. things like this happen. whatever happens, i’m here. i mean, that’s why i’m here right? i’m here to help. i’ll always be by your side.”

you sobbed into his chest, messing up his shirt but he paid no mind to it and continued to comfort you

“please, please don’t tell my parents, tae. they will kill me.”

“of course i won’t. if they killed you, how would i annoy you?” he attempted to make you smile and it worked, even though he couldn’t see your face. “besides, they’d kill me too.”

you sniffled a couple of times before pulling your face back to look at him. “what do you mean? it’s my fault.”

he shook his head and gently wiped your tears with his thumbs. “you’re my responsibility. i won’t let you take all the blame.”

you tried so hard not to bawl all over again. you never did anything to deserve someone like tae

you didn’t want to put all that responsibility on him but in that moment you didn’t know what else to do

“hyunjin’s?” he quietly asked as he rubbed the pad of his thumb in between your brows to smooth out the pinch between your brows

hyunjin was your boyfriend at the time

he didn’t want to offend you and imply you’d been cheating or anything like that, but it was clear he wanted to be sure about everything

you slowly nodded your head, sniffing quietly

“does he know?”

you shook your head in response

taehyung was the first to know

taehyung was the first to know everything

always

he exhaled deeply. “okay. whatever happens, it’s okay. if you’re pregnant, whatever you want to do, we’ll do it.”

“i’m still in school, i can’t have a baby right now.” you had finally started calming down a bit and it was all thanks to taehyung

he nodded quickly and said, “okay. we’ll book an appointment at the clinic then.”

you sniffed softly. “but abortions are so expensive.”

he frowned and shook his head. “don’t worry about the price, alright? i told you, you’re my responsibility. just rely on me, okay?”

you knew taehyung didn’t have that kind of money

you never wanted to put that amount of responsibility on taehyung, never

but in that moment you were so scared

so damn scared

that you just nodded your head and continued to hug him

he led you to his bed and cuddled you for the rest of the night, talking about your favorite topics and even leaving to go to the nightshop at one point to go get your favorite tub of ben & jerry’s ice cream

“aren’t you gonna get banned from the game for leaving during an online match?” you asked, sounding muffled from being buried in his chest

you knew taehyung absolutely loved gaming, everyone knew that

he was always gaming

so him having to ditch made you feel guilty

but he simply hummed in response.

and you tried so hard not to start crying again because you genuinely don’t deserve him

thankfully, it turned out to be just a scare and no extra steps had to be taken

either way, taehyung never viewed you any different and he dropped everything to help you

he’d do it again in a heartbeat

which he did when your second scare happened a year later and it went exactly like this one

[present]

staring at all of it scattered on your floor

the image of taehyung running through the rain to get you this stuff

to then walk in on what he walked in on

you can’t take it

and that’s when you drop to the floor

your hands reaching for the korean fried chicken scattered across your floor

and it’s seriously burning the skin on your fingers

you hiss, the smoke coming off the chicken and your skin is a clear indicator that the food is piping hot

you can’t believe it

not taehyung

you can’t lose taehyung

:(

“stop that!”

jungkook’s voice rings in your ears as he smacks the chicken out of your hands and reaches for paper towels to clean the hot sticky remnants of your fingers

all the emotions you kept hidden in front of taehyung are just pouring out of you

you don’t even care about the mia thing

you don’t even care about your business being aired

all you care about right now is taehyung

“he hates m– don’t touch me,” you shriek, trying to fight against jungkook, hitting, punching, pushing against his chest in an attempt to get him off

the only person you need to tell you everything’s gonna be okay is taehyung

you need taehyung

jungkook lets you get some of your emotions out but when you continue to hit him, he grabs your wrists to stop you

you keep staring at the spilled food

your throat burning

eyes stinging

nose running

“calm down,” is all jungkook says when you continue to fight against him but he’s too strong for you. “he doesn’t hate you, he’s just upset.”

your arms slowly start giving up and your eyes travel up to meet his

and his eyes are just genuine

staring at you like there’s no doubt in his mind that taehyung still loves and cares for you

and that’s when the tears start uncontrollably pouring out of your eyes

you sob, head held down whilst jungkook still holds your wrists

you collapse forwards, straight into jungkook’s chest

sobbing and sobbing

the shirt he’s wearing is taehyung’s

it smells like your laundry detergent and faintly like taehyung

you grip the shirt, holding onto it like it’s a piece of taehyung

“i don’t want him to hate me. i swear i never meant to hurt him like that. he’s really hurt. what do i do? what if he never wants to see me again?”

no one will ever understand the bond you share with tae

he’s your best friend. your brother. your soulmate

he loves you like a parent

cares for you like a best friend

protects you like a brother

and annoys you like all 3 of those in one

you would’ve never been here without him

“he doesn’t hate you. he just exploded after all that. that doesn’t make it okay but it does make him human. hyung would run a million laps around the perimeter of the earth with bare feet until the skin of his feet fell off just to see you smile. you know that.”

jungkook continues to talk sense into you

even though he’s also shaken up from being threatened by tae and exposed like that

taehyung has never threatened him before

they’ve just had dumb arguments here and there but nothing like this

jungkook himself is trembling with the fear of taehyung hating him

because that could actually be the case

but he’s ignoring his own panic and emotions to talk you down because he knows taehyung could truly never hate you

after awhile of soothing back rubs and occasional shaky breaths

you pull out of jungkook’s embrace

you look up at him and wipe your nose

and you see his red nose and teary eyes too

you want to tell him to fuck off

that you never want to see him again

that you hate him

unfortunately you get slapped in the face with the reality of your feelings for him

cause you can’t help but want to hear him out

but

all you can bring yourself to say

is, “mia…?”

at this, jungkook sighs

you wipe your eyes with the sleeve of your robe and get up from the floor, pushing him off

you walk up to the sink, washing off some of the remnants of the sauce on the chicken that the paper towels couldn’t get off

in your peripherals you see jungkook rising to his feet too, softly sniffing

you swallow in hopes to calm yourself down before turning to him. “are you still in love with her? is that why you want me? is that why you think you’re in love with me?”

he sighs deeply and rubs his eyes, wiping his tears with the paper towel

“no, y/n. you’ve got it all wrong.”

you cross your arms. “then speak or i swear, i’ll lose it.” your voice gets shaky towards the end and you’re getting emotional again

he finally looks at you. “i’m not in love with her because i fucking hate her, alright?”

…

where have you heard that one before?

“is that supposed to make me feel better? you said the exact same thing about me 2 months ago.”

he shakes his head again. “hyung doesn’t know the whole story and he just fucking messed everything up,” he grumbles whilst running his hand through his hair

“then tell me the story alread–!”

“she cheated, okay?” he slightly raises his voice but immediately repeats himself in a calmer tone. “she cheated.”

you stare at him with teary eyes, wanting him to keep going

he deeply sighs. “i’m not gonna go out like my mom.”

fuck

right

his mom was lying on a cold metal table in a morgue while his father was burying his junk in someone else’s trunk

you slightly scrunch your nose to try and stop yourself from getting emotional again

he continues, “yes. you look like her. i won’t deny that.” he stays where he is, just scanning you from a distance for your reactions.

“but you are absolutely nothing alike.”

you fight the urge to roll your eyes at this

“when i first met her in high school, she was all over me. i loved the attention she gave me. it made me feel like i was at the top of the fucking world. her love for me made me like her. i know that’s fucked up but i realized way later.”

you stay quiet as he explains, blinking at him and trying to stay as neutral as possible

“but you,” he pauses, shaking his head. “you wanted nothing to do with me. i didn’t get it. i didn’t like you because of that. a lot of people would say it would intrigue them but it hurt my ego.”

oh

you didn’t know that

“but as time went on i felt myself craving your validation just because i wanted to prove to you that i was likeable. that i wasn’t gross or nothing more than just a fuckboy. that i did have something good to offer.”

he quietly sniffles and wipes his newer tears with the back of his hand

you didn’t know he was still holding onto those things you said

but after finding out about his trauma…

“i had to put in work for you. it was completely different as it was with her. and the moment i realized i was feeling something for you, i got defensive and didn’t want to admit it. you being with yoongi just reminded me of when she cheated but not because you look alike, but simply because i’d been in a situation like this before.”

you take a deep breath. “did you say you hated my features because they reminded you of her?”

he stays quiet for a few moments.

“yes.”

you turn to the sink again and lean against it with your arms, hanging your head down

“no matter how shitty of me it was, i realized i needed to stay away from you until i got my shit together cause in that moment i did think i wanted you because of her. and that’s when i isolated for two months.”

you try not to cry but the silent tears make a whole lot of noise when they land in the sink

“but then i saw you at that party, it made me realize what the fuck i was doing was bullshit. you came dressed like a fallen angel. covered in blood, a broken halo, clipped wings. it made me realize even with all that,” he pauses, “you’re still an angel. you’re still y/n. not mia. the extra things on your costume were like your similar features because they didn’t define you, much less what i felt for you. you still make my heart beat out of my chest. you still make me want to launch myself at the sun. you still make me wonder what i did to be so lucky to even spend a minute of my day with you. and it had nothing to do with her and everything to do with you.”

you sniff quietly, moving your hand up to wipe your runny nose with the back of your hand

“she’s engaged now and i’m happy she found what she was looking for. i wasn’t mad that she left me, i was mad that she cheated. it made me feel like trash. it reminded me of my dad. and if i was really so obsessed with her like hyung says, wouldn’t all the girls i slept with look like her? does eunbi look like you? does isabella? does hyunjoo? areum? miyoung? sahee? han–”

“i get it,” you mumble.

like man ain’t nobody trynna hear that shit rn😒

and he’s right

you look absolutely nothing like those girls

you slowly turn to look at him and he sniffs again, wiping his runny nose and he clearly doesn’t care about wiping his tears anymore

you rub your own arms in comfort

“alright. you’ve said your piece. aren’t you going to ask about my dirty laundry?”

he squints his eyes at you. “did you lie to me about being on the pill?”

you truthfully shake your head in response

“then whatever happened back then is none of my business.”

oh

okay.

you didn’t expect that

it’s quiet for a few moments

real quiet

until he speaks up

he quietly sniffles when he asks, “do you want me to leave?”

to be continued

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[pretty-blkgirl]

Minnie Day

//gn!reader x Seungmin//

Synopsis: You two are separated, but you end up at your boyfriend’s house on his birthday.

Genre: fluff, bit suggestive, tiny, itty bit sad

Warnings: little suggestive at the end

A/N: It’s our Seungminnie’s birthday (in Korea lmao [idk why I always feel the need to point out it’s not their birthday for me yet LMAO]). Seungmin went on bubble earlier to say he was doing okay after what happened, I just hope he rests and thoroughly enjoys his day.

~~~|~~~

You knock on the maroon-colored door lightly, hearing the roar of thunder just a few miles away. The sun had set a short while ago, and the upcoming storm hides the moon and stars.

You knock again once little droplets of rain start to fall. Seungmin told you to be at his doorstep at 7:30 p.m., stressing you not to be late.

After two more minutes, he opens the door and ushers you in. The rain wasn’t hard yet, so you weren’t too wet.

“Hi, um….Happy birthday,” You say, handing him a gift bag and walking quickly to the dining room. You were beyond nervous, and it showed.

You and Seungmin had been separated for weeks because you had been fighting constantly. There were no objective reasons for the fights, and you both knew it.

You two had been so stressed out over work and would regularly take it out on one another. The once loving, caring relationship was turning sour as the days went on.

So you separated. Space was needed, but you didn't want to break up yet. You still had hope in the relationship.

You both agreed on a few months of little to no communication; you wanted the opportunity to miss one another.

So why were you at his doorstep at night…on his birthday?

Two days ago, you got a flat tire, right when a storm was coming down. It had been storming all week. You made a joke in your mind about Seungmin and his fellow 00-liners being the ones to bring the rain.

This storm was nasty, and you needed to find shelter fast.

You were annoyed at yourself, especially since your coworkers told you they didn’t think you’d get home before the storm got too bad.

But after a long shift, you didn’t want to spend more time at or near your job.

The storm worsened as you tried to figure out what to do. You were on a little one-way road that was near a neighborhood. There weren’t any stores or restaurants for the next 3 miles, but you couldn’t walk that, and you definitely couldn’t stay in the car.

You realized you were near Seungmin’s neighborhood and could reach his place in 2 minutes if you ran.

You chuckled bitterly. The universe must have liked playing tricks on you.

It took one more boom of thunder for you to grab what you needed, get out of the car, lock it, and run for your life.

Your car was on the side of the road, and you made a mental note to call for a tow truck later.

You bolted to Seungmin’s house and knocked on the door. You were being pelted with large hail and huge raindrops. The wind was making you sway from side to side.

He opened the door after you continued to pound on it. He wore a look of irritation on his face, but it washed away as soon as he saw you.

He immediately pulled you into the house and pulled you out of your soaked jacket. When he saw how wet the rest of your clothes were, he ran to his bedroom to grab you some of his clothes.

You planned to explain the situation to him, wait out the storm, call a tow truck, and then leave as fast as you can.

Of course, it didn’t happen that way.

You two began talking over hot chocolate. He was ranting about work, and you hung on to his every word. You laughed at every joke he made, shared his frustrations, and (accidentally) revealed how much you missed times like those.

You missed him. You missed absolutely everything about him.

And he missed you so much.

When the rain cleared up, he drove you back to your car and revealed the spare tire he had in his trunk.

He said that he always kept a spare tire for you; that was something he did a little after you guys got together.

You joked about how it was dangerous, what if he needed one day.

“You know I’ll always put your needs before mine,” He said, making your heart beat faster.

He changed your tire, and you could feel tears start to fall when he finished.

Is that it? Do you guys stop talking again? The separation was already hard enough on you, but now it would be unbearable.

You asked what he was doing for his birthday, and he said he would love to have dinner with you.

He wanted to talk about your relationship.

You agreed, and now you are sitting across from him as you two fork at your pasta. You could tell he wanted to start the conversation but was too scared.

Against your own fears, you decided to speak

“I miss you, Seung,” You sigh, “I just wanna know what we can do to make it better.”

“Anything,” He stresses, “I’ll do anything, y/n,” He puts his fork down. You do the same and move your plate out of your way.

You could see the pure heartbreak in his eyes. You hadn’t seen that look since the separation first happened.

“We don’t communicate well” You sigh

“We’ll go to couples counseling.”

“You have a temper, Seung,” You say next

He nods, “I’ll go to therapy alone, too, or even anger management.”

“I feel like I take a backseat to your job.”

This time, he groans but quickly stops to nod, “It’s a very demanding job, sweetheart. You gotta understand that.”

“You're right,” You agree, “I’ll be more understanding, but I still want us to spend time together.”

He smiles, “Okay, good. Also, I don’t like how you compare our relationship to others. I don’t feel good hearing what your friends' partners are doing for them and how I’m not doing that.”

“I get that! And I’m sorry, baby, I promise no more comparisons. You’re an amazing boyfriend, and I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like you weren’t.”

You two continue your talk, no one getting defensive or making excuses for themselves.

Your talk lasts a few hours, ending when you two decide to end the separation. You were happy to have your lover back; those few weeks were hell.

“Damn, I missed you,” He grins, pulling you into a tight hug. You laugh and hug him back, smiling just as brightly.

You pull away and smirk at him, “It’s your birthday….want your present?”

He looks at you innocently before mimicking your smirk

“Hell yes, is that even a question?”

You chuckle, “Where do you want it? Shower, bed, couch? We could move this food, and I’ll give it to you on the table.”

“How about all the above?” He says before picking you up and running towards the bedroom.

[mimikoolover]

https://www.tumblr.com/mimikoolover/758285045353136128/i-havent-seen-any-hate-or-negative-comments

Hard agree on all this🙏

If anything, i expected more “awkwardness” than we got, and not because they aren’t comfortable with each other but because of the filming. It’s a weird experience to be on camera like that. Sure they’re used to it but at that point it had been a long time since they filmed something like that, and they never did it just the two of them before. Plus them both being kinda sick, it wasn’t ideal.

Despite that though I think it was super clear how close they are and they’re really giving old married couple who know everything about each other and are used to dealing with each other’s quirks and habits, mixed with goofy best friends. Which honestly, if they are in fact a couple and have been for a long time, that dynamic makes a lot more sense than them being all lovey dovey or whatever some expect. Not that I would expect them to show anything overly romantic in a show anyway because duh, but most couples who have been together for years are a lot like them. Obviously their situation is quite unique, and I’m not even saying I believe they’re comparable to any conventional relationships, but still.

Also, as an Audhd’er it often saddens me to see people misunderstand Jungkook. I can’t diagnose him with anything ofc, but his brain seems to work similar to mine in a lot of ways. And Jimin seems to understand how he functions. Of course he’s gonna still be annoyed with him sometimes, that’s human, and they clearly have a dynamic where they’re very okay with joke roasting each other and teasing and just laugh it off. But at their core it’s super clear that they have a deep understanding of each other and accept each other the way they are. It’s beautiful to see. People being offended for Jimin because of how Jungkook expresses himself or how he appears in certain situations always rubbed me the wrong way. @ those people: Jimin gets him and loves him, you don’t, shut up.

And the other way around, well anyone hating on Jimin for anything in that show or any other time he’s around Jungkook can choke. Nothing they ever said about him makes sense. So I won’t even get into it lol

It’s funny how jimin saying he had to push for the show to happen or it wouldn’t could be taken so differently than how I see it. To me it’s the same as when Jimin said Jungkook wouldn’t have travelled around if he didn’t come, or when hobi and namjoon said Jungkook doesn’t like going places but Jimin always drags him along, in BV. Seems like Jimin knows some things that are easy for him might be more difficult for Jungkook. And he doesn’t seem to mind taking the leading role when it comes to these things. It seems to work out perfectly for them. If Jungkook is anything like me, he’d just be happy these types of bigger plans are being set up without him having to take charge himself. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t love spending time with Jimin lol those are two very different things.

oh I completely agree with you on everything.

I feel it's funny for people to say that jikook were awkward when you have them sit on a sofa holding hands right at the start. I'm lowkey convinced the awkwardness was cause jungkook had to reel himself back a bit for the cameras. he should share whatever he's comfortable sharing with us and people have no right to demand more. idk if people expect him to for example say how much he missed jimin and how sad he was without him etc. this could be what he tells jimin in private. he doesn't have to tell us this cause it's none of our business frankly.

jikook totally understand each other and are in tune with each other's emotions and you can tell when for example jungkook was upset after kayaking, jimin was speaking to him in a way that helped him get over it and not only that but jungkook was receptive to that which is lovely to see. atp they know each other well enough and how they treat each other is for the other's sake not to make fans happy or show fans what they want to see.

I also think if we think back to their Japan trip in 2017 that was organised by jungkook so it's not like he doesn't want to travel with jimin or anything like that. but going to the company and getting the travel show rolling is a lot different to that and jimin was happy to take it upon himself to start the process of the show so I don't see what anyone's issue can be. jungkook probably appreciated that loads and he was so enthusiastic about it, I think that will be even clearer in future interviews they did where they talk about where to go but even him saying they should do this until they're 50 shows it's not a chore to him and that he really enjoys it.

[starrykirsche]

oh my gosh your writing is so insanely good i dont understand how its gives me sm butterflies bro

could you mayhaps do a tom x fem!reader one again and they’re in like rival bands

maybe not necessarily rival bands but there’s like a lot of tensions between the members of each band and they’re kinda known for disliking each other but then like they get drunk one night and tom and r are alone and boom yk idk how to describe it im so sorry

thank youuu 💗💗

-💿

ugh ty 💿 anon, you’re basically keeping my motivation afloat rn. you’re requests are always so fun to dooo

sorry this fic has been like weeks in the making, i've been really busy :(

Make Friends, Make Lovers

Tom Kaulitz band v. band fic

You are the guitarist of the famous German girl group "Engelsoase". With three other girls by your side, you've enchanted the nations with your music. The only catch is, you're not the only stars to come out of the humble roots of small town Germany. A band of combating popularity stands eye to eye with the four of you. They call themselves "Tokio Hotel".

Truthfully, none of you have ever met face to face. All of the tension between the two bands is mostly for publicity. The fans eat up every jab that's thrown between the two bands. Though, watching cute boys, that in any other situation would be your peers, poking fun at you and your best friends has made you distain the rivaling band in a way that's much more real. You'll often find yourself ranting to your bassist, Nadine, about how everything your band does nowadays has to be somehow related to this "Tokio Hotel".

"Listen, if you have such a problem with it, why don't you just ask Kim to do something about it?" Nadine says as she sets down her magazine.

You roll your eyes, "What would Kimmy do about it? Other than lecture me."

"Honestly," Nadine stretches her arms above her head, "I don't really care."

You groan and heave yourself off of the couch, "Fine," Snatching the magazine away from Nadine, "But I'm taking this with me."

Cautiously, you walk into Kim's room, where she's watching the television with your drummer Ines. You stand at the doorway for a minute before you sigh. "Kimmy? Can I talk to you for a sec'?" You ask. Almost in unison, Kim and Ines turn their heads to look at you.

"Sure thing," Kim turns to look at Ines, who's already begrudgingly getting off the bed. The small girl pats your shoulder as she leaves. "What's up?" Kim asks as she pauses the TV and turns to look at you. You shuffle into the room and sigh.

"Listen," You sigh as you fidget with the magazine you took from Nadine moments earlier, "This Tokio Hotel rivalry thing is getting so old. I don't know how much longer I can just be okay with being a boy band's duff." Looking at her, expecting her to be annoyed by your confession, only to find she's.. not. At all. Actually, she has a small smirk creeping up her face. You speak up, having noticed her mischievous demeanor, "What? Why are you smiling?"

"Oh, no reason." She says, turning back to the TV, "I don't think you'll have to worry about that 'Tokio Hotel rivalry thing' much more." And with that, you leave her room in confusion.

For the next week, it was radio silent about Tokio Hotel or anything of the sort.

But, that Saturday, getting lunch with the rest of your band, Kim dropped the bomb.

Swallowing down another bite of wurst, she clears her throat and speaks up, "So, girls, I'm going to be taking us to Berlin this afternoon." The questions spring out at an instant. 'Why?', 'Where are we going?', 'Do we need anything?'. But you stay silent, because Kim is smiling at you in specific.

She shushes Nadine and Ines and smiles devilishly, "This has been in the books for weeks, and everything is well coordinated." Kim beats around the bush, but you have a hunch. A hunch that you hope so dearly isn't true...

The car ride to Berlin is a quiet one. You sit in the back seat, with your arms crossed. Nadine sits beside you with her headphones on, Ines in the passenger seat and drumming on her thighs with her hands, while Kim drives. You know where you're going, and you know you can't do anything about it. You don't know why you're so upset about it, but you are. It's not really the boys' faults, you suppose. Maybe it's the media's fault, or the interviewer's. But it's so much easier to dislike four boys instead of disliking thousands of faceless reporters.

The car pool comes to an end at a high rise building that towers above the vehicle. Sun already beginning to set, the four of you walk in…

The four of you are greeted by tall boys with the same expressions as you. Kim shakes the tallest one’s hand and it’s easy to tell this was set up by the both of them.

“Well, make yourselves at home,” The tall boy says, his eyes dark as he looks at Kim, “We’re so glad we can finally meet you all.”

He turns to the rest of his bandmates and nods, they nod back. Your eyes meet the guitarist of the rivaling band’s, you watch as he looks you up and down and bites his decorated lip. “Gross,” You mumble to yourself. But it seems Tom heard you, his gaze softening.

It seems as if all the band members divvy themselves out to their “counterparts” at first. Not you. You take the glass of champagne that the tallest boy— the one with the makeup on— Bill, was it?— and you make a break for the balcony that overlooks the city.

You let out a relieved sigh as you not so subtly slam the sliding glass door behind you. Taking a sip of the champagne in your glass— huh, at least they have good taste.

There’s a light breeze out here, and the city lights, you find, are quite beautiful. It’s tranquil, and you almost forget that you were forced to be here. It’s not so bad, you conclude, they seemed hospitable enough. Maybe that Tom boy was a bit too hospitable for your liking, but it could be worse.

After a few minutes, you hear the glass door to your back slowly push open. Rolling your eyes to yourself, you turn back to look who it is. Strangely enough, it’s Tom.

“Mind if I join you?” He asks softly. This.. weirds you put a little. Tom was the bad boy, the player, but he seems quite gentle now.

“Uhh.. sure?” You respond as your turn back to lean against the railing of the balcony. He shuffles over beside you. Already, you can feel his eyes on you. “What brings you out here?” You ask, turning to look at him slowly.

His eyes are wide and full, he clears his throat softly and looks up at the sky. “It.. got boring in there.” He says.

“What’s with the change of personality?” You ask, “What happened to player-Tom? The bad-boy?”

He looks almost embarrassed at the question, “Well, I tried it but.. you weren’t even wooed, even a little bit.” He chuckles, as if in disbelief.

“So now you’re just gonna act like a kicked puppy?” You giggle, he looks at you fondly, still a bit embarrassed.

“Yes, actually. That’s the plan,” Tom says lightheartedly, turning his body towards you a bit more. As if he’s growing more comfortable with you.

2 cups of champagne each. 2 hours later. Giggling and evading each of your bandmates. You find, you really enjoy this boy’s company. It’s late, but you’re not tired really. Not at all. You both sit criss-cross, side by side, thigh to thigh, with your backs to the railing as you watch all your bandmates play a board game together.

“Y’know… I really like you,” Tom says softly, turning his head to you.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean, you’re so different,” He adds, “You don’t care about all that superficial stuff, you’re fun to hang out with.”

After a quiet moment you nod, “I could say the same about you.. unfortunately.”

The both of you chuckle softly. He places his hand on your thigh.

“I thought I’d hate this— or just like hook up with Kim or something,” He says, and you make a mock throwing up noise, at which he laughs, “But I was wrong!”

The two of you just sort of.. look at each other for a moment.

To your complete and utter surprise, you go in for it first. It’s sloppy, and half hazard, the two of you’s lips meeting like neither of you have ever kissed before. But you both quickly get the handle of it, dear god he’s a good kisser. He pulls away and looks at you with wide eyes.

“Cool,” He mumbles to himself and disbelief.

“Yeah…” You whisper back, leaning in again.

[eruscreaminginthedistance]

Finally got around to watching some post-embargo vids and I have some now updated Veilguard thoughts.

Stuff I liked:

Character creator is a standout as always. This has consistently been the strong point of Bioware's games in the last 10 years so no surprises there. The pronoun and other gender-related options are a welcome addition.

Companions all seem great. I'm sad we haven't got more Davrin or Bellara content yet, since those are the two I'm most interested in learning about. Their initial introduction in that terrible cinematic trailer didn't do these guys any favours, but seeing them in gameplay footage gives a much better impression of them. It's also exciting to see more companion-on-companion interactions and relationships.

I was put off by the voice acting in the 10 minute gameplay reveal months ago, but what I've heard so far has been much better.

Main menu looks pretty.

As an ME fan, I'm pro dialogue wheel; it's unfortunate that Inquisition turned that whole mechanic into a massive drip. This is less a thing I notice but something I hope, that this game's dialogue wheel will have a more DA2 or ME1 vibe.

Hngnggn vfjddjgfnbhn oooowowo o cloaks.

Stuff I didn't like:

The art style is not redeeming itself. Wolfheart made a very insightful point that it might be a holdover from when Veilguard was going to be a live service multiplayer game, and it definitely does give that impression. Everything is still incredibly smooth and it's clear there was a lot of effort put into making things "nice" looking. It's giving very "everyone's beautiful but no one is horny" to me. I'm on the haters' side with the Qunari; where are their textures?

On that note, oh my god. The UI and the VFX. This must have also been a result of live service elements. As someone who hates playing late-game mages in Origins because all of the VFX gives me a headache this game looks actively hostile. Does literally every single ability require flashing neon lights? Why does the UI look like a World of Warcraft meme? Why does every single interactive object glow? Wolfheart noted that even after turning everything off, a bunch of VFX elements were still present, which is tremendously disappointing. Bioware can miss me with this cocomelon for adults visual style; I just do not need all of these annoying tricks to try and keep my attention.

Also on the UI - idk man. Remember when fantasy games weren't embarrassed about looking fantasy? Remember when all of Origins menus opened up in a little book with parchment pages? Character selection took place in a little castle? I just don't get this Thing Bioware has had since 2 to make DA's game UI look cool and slick by taking all the fun out of its visual elements. I've heard it before but I've got to agree, Veilguard's UI looks like a mobile game. And again, it's so busy it's 100% gonna give me headaches.

The combat is.... I won't call it "bad". I just hate it. See above for one of the reasons why. I think I could write a whole essay on how discomfiting it is. The very very clear push (likely from EA) to have the game resemble big name titles like Breath of the Wild and God of War has taken the game in the direction of just kind of a generic hack and slash; at least DA2 married its action elements with its party mechanics and has its own unique voice. There's something in particular that sets my teeth on edge tbh. I'm watching gameplay of warriors and rogues in combat and they're pretty much indistinguishable from mages. Teleporting, fire and lightning flying about in basic attacks, just a ton of stuff that makes me cringe to look at. There's a complete lack of class fantasy there for me - why would I want to play a warrior that isn't just a big guy with a big sword? Is this a result of story elements? Why is my low level rogue demolishing entire groups of enemies ala Dynasty Warriors? In a world where the distinction between a magic person and a non-magic person is incredibly important, could cost you your life, watching a rogue shoot lightning out of their knives makes me groan. Are Bioware's efforts to make the player feel like the coolest specialist person that ever lived going to be addressed in-game? We'll have to see.

Lack of control over your own companions ala Mass Effect. I don't wanna talk about it it's too depressing.

I've noted this in the past but obviously the tonal departure from low/dark fantasy to classic high fantasy. The character backgrounds for the Rooks pretty much lock you into playing a good guy, which is a huge shame. Even if you want to pick a faction that is canonically shady or morally neutral AT BEST like the Crows, they make sure to tell you that the other Crows don't like you because you're just that good-hearted. In a faction like the Grey Wardens, notorious for taking in criminals of all stripes, you spend your background saving helpless villagers. What are the options going to be like for people who want to play morally grey or potentially evil Rooks? It's starting to look like Bioware isn't going to give you a much wiggle room to define your character out of what they need you to be.

Lip flap looks like a very mixed bag. Maybe it's just the footage but voices and mouths look out of sync.

Can't make a post without reminding everyone that Bioware isn't our friend; they've fired half the people who worked on this game and greedy producers like EA don't deserve our money.

Update: Only just came across this but phasing out inventory management? Yeah welcome back Mass Effect trilogy :/

Neutral opinions:

Other shit like the Darkspawn and overall mob designs have been a problem since DA2 so I don't see the point in rehashing it here, other than to say that I can't wait for the "DLC with the good Darkspawn designs in it" this time around.

Opening scene gives me huge Mass Effect vibes; the bar fight and the music in that scene felt very "Lair of the Shadow Broker", which I guess is a compliment.

Varric still not dead yet. Kill that old man!

Ultimately, I'm putting in prediction now that Veilguard is going to go the DA2 route of having a decent and well-loved story, but with massive issues regarding its gameplay and aesthetic that players will just have to get over in order to enjoy the game.

I'm not gonna be buying on release - first time that's been the case for a Dragon Age game since Origins; the current plan is to wait until the Christmas sales, which gives plenty of time for the fandom to either assuage my fears or implode cos the game is shit. Either that or the Solavellan content is so crisp and juicy I'll have to learn to pirate.

[eddiegettingshot]

yes tommy's joke at the date and his reaction and his leaving and all that didn't bug me in the moment. what bugged me was actually what he said about all that later when they met up for coffee. acting like he was just being perfectly understanding and not wanting to pressure buck, which just feels like a lie or at least partial truth lmao. i believe he didn't want to pressure buck into coming out but i also believe he was annoyed by buck putting him back in the closet, why couldn't he just say that?

sorry i didn't mean to rant about. i just feel like no matter what the shippers say their communication with each other is not great. reminds me sometimes of bucktaylor in 5a where i felt like they had conversations that seemed like attempts at intimacy but they were really having two different conversations.

yup!!!!! exactly!!!!! this is exactly what i was saying right after 7x05 too. at the time, because i thought that they were setting him up to be this pretty involved love interest who'd continue to guide buck and be his Teacher, i read it as being sort of like, overly gracious? like he was pushing his own feelings aside because buck was just immature? and i think that's why i was more annoyed on tommy's behalf, because i was like no! he's a grown up! tell him how you feel he can handle it! but now having seen their continued interactions it actually just feels like a total communication mismatch, as if tommy is willfully closed-off and condescending for whatever reason we don't get to be privy to.

i feel like even if the date had to go badly so tim could get tommy out of the way, the communication still could've been fine. tommy's cutting the date short or even being hurt by what buck said wasn't an issue, but the fact that it was pretty much framed as tommy unilaterally deciding buck "wasn't ready" because he was afraid to out himself to eddie at that moment, and that he didn't say anything about ending it until he already had one foot literally in his uber, like... that wasn't cute. why didn't tommy frame his leaving in terms of himself and his own feelings? why wasn't he honest about being annoyed on the coffee date instead of just being like well it was for your own good don't worry i wasn't even mad! and i do think he should've apologized too, for not being clear on the date. like, even just changing these interactions slightly would have made it seem like they were on the same page. idk

[crow-talks-hockey]

ok but not enough people are intrigued and obsessed and fascinated by connor mcdavid in the way i and others on this site are. like yes, yes i could ramble on and on about his skill. he is the best player in the world. period. you can't challenge that and if you are... are you blind? potentially uhm, how do i say this lightly, not smart? etc? there's no contention there, everyone knows it. and he's fast, and whatever. but i don't care about that. that's mcdavid. that's the man that i used to be so annoyed with because no one would shut up about him even when he wasn't even playing (and that's still annoying to me tbh it just happens less now). that's the star player on a team i used to hate when the avs played them ( idk why, i just always hated playing the oilers even when i started getting a soft spot for them). but, and i've said it before, mcdavid isn't connor.

connor is the one i'm so fascinated and intrigued by. it's not his hockey iq or his speed or anything. what i'm obsessed with is that haunted aura he carries everywhere and i mean everywhere. he just seems so... out of place? like you can almost tell he doesn't quite fit in. which is a little ironic and sad for the best player in the world, isn't it? but accurate, too. he's so unique and set apart and burdened with expectations that he wouldn't be allowed to be normal even if he tried. and you can see it clear as day. everyone jokes around about him having no personality but what else is he supposed to do when he gets asked the same question a million times anymore? i'd look just as haunted and annoyed if i were him.

but here's the thing. he's not just that broken boy either. he's a bit of a goof, actually. and it still surprises me, but he is. he's a silly fucking guy. i mean he goes out there and just lights it up, every night. and then you come to find out that he was the one organizing those stupid post-game berets and the plungers and shit? like i'm sorry? you're telling me the face of the league and one of the guys known for being incredibly dry, did that? and that he's out here helping with the all-star stuff, being sweet and showing (at least in part) some of his real self to these little kids who are growing up idolizing him, and being lovey with teammates. he's slipping on the ice hugging the team made of people he loves with all the passion he can muster because god he just wants to win it here. with them. FOR them. he wants to so so bad and it hurts.

like seriously i could go on and on about this guy. about how if people would just give a shit they would see the real person he is - haunted and silly in full - behind the layers of stress about expectations so high they're unachievable, annoyance with the same stupid questions being thrown at him, and the pressure to be the perfect star. if they would just care enough to pay attention to how he smiles at leon or how he cellys or how he hugs his teammates like they're his lifeline they would see connor, not just mcdavid. they would see the love and the care that shapes those haunted eyes. maybe. just maybe.

anyway connor mcdavid is an enigma and a weirdo and i love him so so much and i'm so so fascinated by him 🫠🫶

[okkalo]

hi wifey :3 here for the event match up !

hmmm for an ideal date i prefer either to go to the cinema, arcade or just to stay in okay games and watch old disney classic, ah and my favourite season is 100% summer.

as from which fandom i would prefer to be matched :: blue lock or league of legends <3 surprise me ~

hi ma chérie i love u more than any of these men can so never forget that ! also i added hsr because she dmed me if anyone was wondering (idk if people read other people’s matchups)

𝗶 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗮 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲 ₊˙♡﹗

𝗸𝗮𝗹𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 : nagi from bllk

“nagi, baby, do me a favor?” your sweetly asked question caught his attention in the sea of bright neon lights. it didn’t take much thinking for him to figure out what exactly you wanted. after all, it always seemed to be the exact same thing whenever you had an arcade date together.

“where is it?” he asked back, his lazy eyes watching as you lit up into a bright smile. your hand was quick to catch his wrist, leading him to the one game that had always managed to catch your attention each time: the claw machine.

“i want that one,” you instructed, like always, pointing to the one plushie that caught your attention. and, like always, he swiped his arcade card to win you that plushie you desired so.

you knew it never really took him any effort to win you one. in fact, it always seemed to be the first try he got your desired plushie in. he should’ve thought it to be annoying—he thought. after all, you asked him to win you one every time. though, it was hard to think so after seeing you all happy once he offered you the plushie he worked so hard for.

𝗸𝗮𝗹𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 : ezreal from heartsteel

“are we watching lion king again tonight?” ezreal asked, his hands moving to adjust the face mask sheet on you. his hands were gentle, his face close and eyes narrowed to make sure he adjusted it perfectly onto your skin.

“mmm, yeah,” you murmured your response while sitting patiently on the couch. it had been routine for the two of you to watch a movie together at least once a week. the other heartsteel members knew well to steer clear from the living room on friday nights due ezreal’s non-apologetic clingy and affectionate self.

“‘kay, but you gotta sing the songs with me,” he set his condition, acting as if you didn’t sing with him every time. it didn’t take him long to wrap his arms greedily around you, while also grabbing the remote and setting the movie up.

despite his overwhelmingly clingy nature, you couldn’t help but feel at peace every friday night. it was like routine for you, comforting you each time. the tray of food that consisted of popcorn and fruits—which, he knew you didn’t eat, but still added anyways for good pictures—to the cuddle positions or the blankets that would surround you two. each time, it reminded you of why exactly you loved the singer, despite his clingy nature.

𝗸𝗮𝗹𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 : aventurine (ur welcome) from hsr

maybe his luck finally played in his favor. maybe the blessing that had been bestowed upon him hadn’t been so bad after all. you were like a rare patch of water in a desert—at least, he thought. all of you seeped into his brain, leaking and filling his once pessimistic mind to grow optimistic.

it was times like this where he realized just how lucky he had been. with the soft breeze but warm breeze of the summer wind brushing past the both of you while the flowers and grass danced below your knees. the way the sun complimented your brown eyes perfectly, letting him see a pool of honey. so utterly sweet—just like you.

he couldn’t help but let his mask slowly fall around you, finally finding someone to trust in. a smile graced his lips, mimicking yours perfectly after hours of observing the sight of you. maybe he could thank gaiathra triclops for something.

[ca-suffit]

i'm sorry your blog has turned into a forum to discuss lestat's queerness lol ppl could at least try to keep it on topic, this blog is about racism. the point is that louis gets treated differently by fandom because ppl are centering white queerness, idk if this is the right space to try to qualify how that white queerness is presented, or if it's even worth it to try and determine if the way lestat is presented is queer enough. let's bring the conversation back to louis and claduia pls!! one anon said that the show does not try to set a line for what is or isn't queer enough and that's so true and such a fucking fantastic thing, but then most conversations about queerness (whether positive or negative) are about lestat or fucking santiago of all characters! and i'm already getting annoyed at the amount of posts i see about nicki. luckily i have somehow managed to curate my tumblr and twitter so i see stuff about louis and claudia too but content like that is hard to find

there's a new topic every day tbh so it's fine lol. I'm trying to clear my inbox today and there's like 6 diff topics. it p much always ties back to racism tho, no matter what it is, ppl just need help connecting the dots. I find it rly interesting watching the things ppl pick up from each anon and the topics ppl come to talk about here in the first place.

tbh all of these conversations have had me thinking about claudia and her queerness but I don't have full notes yet. I keep thinking of her interest in emily dickinson, someone who was isolated a lot in her life and also known thru her writing after death. I feel like claudia is talked about the least of all in these conversations and has the most to explore tbh?? she got to see queerness "growing up" but not exactly always in a healthy way or a way she'd relate to for various reasons. her line to louis in S2 "tell me what a woman is, I'll tell u what a woman is." she's influenced by both louis and lestat, succeeds where they fail, then is killed bcuz she's never allowed to be her own person outside of them anyway. and it's insane how everyone was literally saying "happy pride" cos lestat shouted down the homophobe when claudia and madeleine later died. the audience disconnect in some ppl jfc.

there's also been some talk of gabrielle and claudia meeting (in fan theories, not like it does happen or will happen). I think that's interesting to explore too bcuz gabrielle also has vaguely canon queer vibes at times but is also uncomfortable with what "woman" means, however ppl wanna interpret that. claudia has to create a version of "woman" for herself and defend it constantly. they're both trapped in their bodies in ways and I think a lot could be said in many ways surrounding queerness, gender, and privilege between an older white woman and a young black girl, especially from the same family. I don't think they'd rly get along but I do wonder what claudia would think about seeing a version of lestat as a woman instead. I also think putting lestat in a room with both of them would make him want to kill himself lol.

[desceros]

i don’t think you have to apologize at all for not having a symphony update tbh! it’s very gracious of you to do so but i hope people remember that it’s your passion project first and foremost and not anything any of us readers (regardless of how involved or invested you allow us to be) should feel we have any say over, schedule wise. i love your writing and will always wait for it, and know a lot of your other readers will probably say the same!

(as an aside: something i noted when i first started following you in december was how prolific you were… like the fact i could check your blog every day and there was some food?? i was floored. but even your current posting sched impresses me—the fact that you say you’ll have something out one day and on that day IT IS OUT. idk maybe i am used to my old fandoms being more casual or being interrupted by life, as fandoms with adults tend to be like. so you writing and sharing as much as you do is not something i take for granted. thank you as always.)

(i hope this message reads as appreciative / friendly as i intend it to be hhhh… i’m sorry if not…)

thank you for your kind message! i have a rather long one in return, i do apologize, but it is me, so we should probably have all seen it coming! :D

so, i've kind of talked about it here and there, but i have a wrist that is pretty sensitive to overworking. in high school, i would practice music for hours and hours every day without properly stretching or taking breaks, because no one told me i should do so. as a result, i really wrecked the tendons, and my ulnar nerve in particular has a tendency to flare up. it's quite painful when it hurts, and before it starts properly hurting, i experience i kind of buzzing numbness that is distinctly uncomfortable. it's not severe enough for surgical intervention, but it's definitely a limiting factor in what i'm capable, mechanically, of doing in a day.

back around november/december, i was posting a lot more. but that was with me disregarding my wrist and pushing through the pain, such that for the first couple of weeks in january it was nearly impossible for me to write. this was emotionally agonizing, because i love writing so, so much, and i wanted to share everything in my head with all of you! i felt like i was failing on a precedent i had set for myself, and it's very irritating seeing my mountain of projects getting bigger because i can't write quickly enough to put a dent in it and not just because i was coming up with more ideas (which is, to be clear, still suuuuch a problem haahahhaa).

it got to the point where i started confiding in my partner and my friends about my issue, and they all insisted that i start slowing down. and they're right! i was being reckless with my health, knowingly this time, and they're absolutely correct that i need to take breaks. take days where i don't write. days where i rest, and stretch, and let my wrist heal and recover.

i know it sucks as a reader, i really do, especially if you came on board during that time when i was being super active. and i'm not apologizing, per se, since i'm certainly not going to apologize for prioritizing health over hobby. but i do understand the... hm. i'm going to say frustration, but perhaps i mean the disappointment, or the whiplash maybe, from having someone going from posting very very frequently to less so. i'm still what i'd categorize as an active, prolific writer, but it is infuriating to know that, without this injury, i'd be capable of much more. it annoys me to no end, i swear! but i am purposefully stepping back, for my health, and for the worry of my friends and love ones.

all that said! nothing is on hiatus, nothing is being cancelled, none of that. it's just going to take me longer to work through things than any of us would like, hahahaha. so i really do thank you for your sweet and encouraging message, and i appreciate all of you for every thoughtful wish you send, all of your funny comments on my fics, and your support. i'm actually getting to the happy problem that there are so many that it's not quite feasible for me to respond to all of them individually, but i do read and treasure each one. this is the most uplifting, positive fandom i've ever experienced, and it really does make a difference as a writer knowing that people are filled with joy when i share my art and then go and spin that joy back out into the world.

[atopvisenyashill]

I need Baela to stop pushing the Rhaecult. Please! I need her to stop being the mediator. Why is she supporting Rhaenyra? Baela has every reason to despise her, especially since she already harbors hatred for her own father. Why should Rhaenyra be any different? So far, every interaction between them has only served to benefit Rhaenyra, and none of it feels genuine. Is it possible that Baela actually wants to be queen? Is she really willing to put her life at risk for Rhaenyra's sake? She lost people dear to her, but that does not seem to matter. Has she stopped mourning for the sake of the crown? But if it’s not ambition driving her, then what is it? Does Baela love Jace? The boy is going through a crisis on multiple levels, yet Baela insists that he must stand by Rhaenyra’s side. It’s as if she’s blind to how Rhaenyra has doomed him. The queen put her own desires above the safety of her sons. “I don’t see what good it would do.” Stop! No! god! Rhaena is much bolder than Baela could ever be! She would have already made a snide comment about the Rhaecult, standing up against this blind support.

Again, not trying to be rude, I can't help if I sound like a snarky asshole that's just my voice but did u not see me complaining about this take last week haha.

Is it possible that Baela actually wants to be queen?

YES. That's what she wants. I think it's incredibly obvious that what she wants is the ability to have control over her life, and the best way to have that control (in her mind) is to be queen alongside Jace. I think Baela fancies herself as a sort of Queen-Rhaena-That-Could-Have-Been ie a bad ass dragon rider beloved by the people capable of striking fear into the hearts of the men around her. I've said this several times - turning against Rhaenyra does not benefit her in any way shape or form so why should she do it? I also don't know what hating Daemon has to do with Rhaenyra. Rhaenyra has consistently attempted to bring Daemon to heel, to get control of his more unsavory personality quirks. What's more is that Baela, like Jace, wants to be given more responsibilities and even though Baela is being given responsibilities as a way of prioritizing Jacaerys' life above hers, she's ultimately getting exactly what she wants from Rhaenyra! She is a confidant, she has a seat at Rhaenyra's councils, she gets to go on cool dragon missions! Why on Earth would Baela ever turn against Rhaenyra if Rhaenyra is giving her exactlyw hat she wants?

Has she stopped mourning for the sake of the crown? But if it’s not ambition driving her, then what is it? Does Baela love Jace? The boy is going through a crisis on multiple levels, yet Baela insists that he must stand by Rhaenyra’s side.

Listen am I saying I like the scene between her and Corlys? No, I hated the way they did the ending I thought it was annoying and sloppy. But these questions you are asking are right there in the show, they're just not answers you like. Jace comes to her after Rhaenys dies and she's got tears still on her cheeks, then shakes herself out of it. Why? Because they are at war and she has bigger problems than sitting around crying. I don't know that Baela is "in love" with Jace but I think it's very clear that she has fondness for him, and has had a fondness for him since they were children. Beyond that, of course she wants him to stand by Rhaenyra's side, Rhaenyra is the Queen Regnant, she's the face of their campaign, and Jacaerys is her heir.

The queen put her own desires above the safety of her sons.

Idk how many times it must be said that while Rhaenyra's affair with Harwin was shortsighted and also clearly happened for several reasons that include resentment and anger, but Rhaenyra couldn't just not have heirs nor could she publicly humiliate the Velaryons by attempting to overrule the marriage the king decreed she must make and set Laenor aside. It was never solely about desire, it was about Rhaenyra being between a rock and a hard place and making a decision that was flawed but had perfectly sound logic behind it. I also don't even think that having someone else's kids and passing them off as Laenor's is inherently a bad idea when you know your husband isn't going to be able to get it up and impregnate you. Her problem is that she doesn't attempt to consolidate power after she has three brown haired boys or make some sort of deal with Corlys & Rhaenys about their marriages before having two more kids once Jace comes out looking like Harwin. Is some of her justification for having an affair with Harwin so long based in resentment over being forced to marry when she doesn't want to, having no choice in her marriage, anger over the fact that Viserys and Daemon can choose who they want and have all the affairs they want but she's denied this because of her gender? Yes, objectively, this is some of her reasoning but it is not all and taking this really messy situation and turning it into "Rhaenyra is a bad mom because she had children out of wedlock" makes you look like a conservative shill bro, i'm sorry.

Rhaena is much bolder than Baela could ever be! She would have already made a snide comment about the Rhaecult, standing up against this blind support.

why are we pitting two bad bitches against each other. furthermore when has rhaena ever made a snide comment against rhaenyra. in fact her snide comments to jeyne arryn were explicitly pro rhaenyra. why are we characterizing what is clearly baela weighing her options of "be nothing with the greens or be The Fucking Queen with rhaenyra" as "blind support." you do realize rhaena went along with rhaenyra's plan to mother her boys in the vale right. what is this version of rhaena and baela you have going on in your head rn because that's not what their show counterparts act like at all!!