#just a quick thing so i don't go crazy in this time of assignments and required readings...........

[mechncheese]

Wait you’re in an animation program at a school? Do you have any tips for someone about to go into a 2D animation course?

I wish I could offer more good animation-related advice but my experience has been a lot of allnighters, grinding, and endless balancing on top of being the number one procrastinator. Here are some general tips I've learned </3 Looking at this now, this is just advice rather than tips oops

Manage your time-- It sounds like very surface level advice but please.. Do not end up like me with 33 scenes to finish in 2 days. I wish I had time management advice but I have the worst management on the planet. I keep everything on a written to-do list taped on the wall and sometimes I forget about it.

You will learn that not everything you make will be up to your own standards or satisfaction. Balancing several classes on top of animation is not easy and sometimes you will end up with work you are not proud of and that's okay. We keep pushing forward and there's always time afterwards to revise. Part of the learning process is accepting that sometimes we flop and sacrifice quality to finish something. Time constraints are something we just have to deal with and it doesn't make us bad animators.

Take video reference for character animation-- It helps a lot. Don't know how a character would bow, jump, or run ? Take a video of yourself doing the action and reference it as you go !

You may be tempted to go above and beyond with every animation assignment given, and that's a good drive to have ! Do not push yourself to burnout though, nothing is worth burnout or carpal tunnel.

Speaking of carpal tunnel, stretch your hands. During long work sessions, stretch at least every hour. Stretch your wrists, back, and legs. Take a walk once in a while, go outside, look at the sky. Looking at a screen for a long period of time will give you crazy headaches. Do not destroy your body for school. PLEASE. Also drink water, too many sweet treats will make you feel sluggish, tired, and icky.

20 minute naps/breaks.. When I'm stuck on a scene and can't get it looking right I straight up nap for like 20 minutes and come back to it. It refreshes my head and I find that I work better after a quick break. Staring at your animation for too long will make you second guess yourself and get frustrated when things are not working out. Take a break and come back, it's gonna be okay, you just need to not look at it for a bit. Adjustments and edits are easier to see and make after a break.

Be open to critique. ask for help if you're stuck-- also sounds like a given but when I first started I was a little stubborn and wanted my ideas and my way of doing things to work really bad. You will find yourself a lot happier with your work when you start taking suggestions and changing your perspective !

Remember you're here to learn ! No one expects you to be a professional animator right off the bat. And don't compare yourself to your peers, we all go at our own pace and we are all students. Make friends, live life, have fun ! I find that the worst years were the ones where I isolated myself working to death trying to get my work to look just right. I'm about to graduate and I wish I learned sooner how green the grass is on the other side of constant grinding. Animation student life is so hard and difficult but it doesn't have to be miserable ! GOOD LUCK OUT THERE SOLDIER !

[olderthannetfic]

I haven't been on social media much recently so i'm not sure if it's been discussed here before, but on the topic of AI as a tool:

I've been very stubborn about not downloading ChatGPT, pretty much everyone around me uses it for assignments and stuff and you can always tell they didn't write it themselves, plus I knew it would only come back to bite me since i'm lucky enough that i don't have to sit down and study at all in most classes as long as i pay attention to class and do all the assignments myself.

And then recently i was so stumped on an essay and the deadline was coming up and i got so anxious every time i sat down to work on it that i couldn't get ANYTHING done, so i finally gave in and let ChatGPT write me an introduction, changed it up a bit and lo and behold, i got the whole thing done in a single day by simply using it whenever i hit a wall or realised my research was lacking on a specific point.

And then i started using it for my fic as well. I've been in a writing slump for months, but i just fed it all my chapters and got it to write a quick character and plot analysis for each for fun, then asked for suggestions on how to proceed at the point i was stuck at and there you go, suddenly it's all smooth sailing and I'm having a ton of fun writing again.

I suppose my point is that as much as i resent how many people use AI (as in, that many people just have it do all the work), it's such an amazing tool if you just use it for suggestions when you're stuck, critique etc. the same way you'd ask a friend for ideas or ask for feedback from another writer.

Don't be stubborn me from a few weeks ago cause it's genuinely made things so much easier for me it's crazy

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It's a trap, especially for the research issue.

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Jack Howl - New Year's Attire Vignette

"That's how it should be."

[Mister S's Mystery Shop]

―Day 1 on the job

Jack: There's a ton of people here just for the New Year's sale. I gotta put my all into this.

Jack: Based on the shift schedule… Right now, Malleus-senpai and Jamil-senpai on the other team are doing ＴＡＫＯＡＧＥ battles.

Jack: Floyd-senpai's on the floor and register. I got stocking duty.

Jack: Everything keeps flyin' off the shelves faster than I can get 'em up, so I feel like I'm not getting any breaks, but…

Jack: If there's one thing I'm good at, it's breaking a sweat. I'll set up everything up all at once as my warming-up exercise!!

Jack: I guess I'll start with fixin' up the stationary corner. I'll just pick up this box filled with that stuff, and…

Jack: Notepads, quills, ink jars… All re-stocked. Nice! That should be good enough for the stationary corner.

Jack: Guess I'll do the clothing section next. I'll go grab the stock from the backyard…

Floyd: Ah, found ya, Sea Urchin-chaaan. I was lookin' for ya～

Jack: Floyd…-senpai. You need something?

Floyd: I'm handin' this customer off to ya.

Heartslabyul Student: I wanted to try buying some protein shakes to drink after muscle training, but I don't really get the difference between whey and soy.

Floyd: 'S what he's sayin', and I don't know nothing about muscle training, since I'm not into it, soooo. Plus, I'm getting tired of lookin' after customers～

Floyd: You're all about that training stuff, right, Sea Urchin-chan? Sooo I'll leave ya to it.

Jack: I REFUSE.

Floyd/Heartslabyul Student: Huh? / Eh?

Jack: Don't "Huh?" me. I've been tasked with restocking. Dealing with customers is your gig right now.

Jack: I don't care if you don't know anything about it, or are bored, or whatever. You do whatever was assigned to you. That's how it should be.

Floyd: Ehhh, but I don't wanna help customers anymore.

Floyd: If Sea Urchin-chan's not gonna help, then just run along and pick out whatever, I guess～

[Floyd leaves]

Heartslabyul Student: Eh? Pick out whatever…? C'mon, I came all the way to the store, here…

Jack: Whew, closing time, finally… I was using every muscle in my body, so my whole body just feels stiff.

Sam: Good job, my little doggy imp. How did the work suit you?

Jack: It was just the first day, but I definitely feel like I succeeded in doing everything I was assigned.

Sam: Nyeheehee, a reliable kid.

Sam: Only… If I were to compare you to the horned imp's team, I'd say your vibes are a little off.

Jack: Huh, vibes? A little off? What does that…

Sam: Well then, I'm counting on you tomorrow, too.

Jack: Wait, Sam-san!

Jack: My vibes are off…? I don't get it, was he saying that my work wasn't as good as the other team's work?

Jack: What did I do wrong? I definitely did everything I was supposed to do…

Jack: …Nope, I can't think of anything.

Jack: It's no use to just drown in my thoughts like this. I'll go for a run and try to clear my head.

[Sports Field]

Jack: Whew. As usual, I really like running in the crisp winter air, it helps clear my head.

Jack: …But I still don't get what was wrong with what I did…

Track & Field Club Member A: Hooray! My time got better since last time!

Track & Field Club Member B: See? Just like I said would happen, right? I told you this form's better to run in!

Track & Field Club Member A: Yeah… Now I'm really looking forward to the next meet. Let's get back to it after taking a quick break!

Jack: Hm…? Those guys are in the Track & Field club. And I'm pretty sure the next event's a marathon.

Jack: Hmph. Training together, huh. Listen to 'em acting all friendly with each other.

Jack: Well, it's true that practicing's the only way to get any better. So I need to make sure I work even harder tomorrow compared to today.

[Mister S's Mystery Shop]

―Day 2 on the job

Jack: I re-stocked, helped customers, and did my fair share of battles… I definitely worked twice as hard today as I did yesterday! My muscles got a crazy good workout!

Sam: Hey, doggy imp! It's break time, so make sure you rest up.

Jack: Sam-san! Thank you.

Jack: I know I did real good today. Uhh… And I think I had enough of that… what was it again…? Vibes!

Sam: Nyeheehee… You really think so? It didn't really look all that different from yesterday, to me.

Jack: HUH…!?

Jack: But I worked so hard… And there wasn't any difference from yesterday? Why's that?

Jack: Ugh, at this rate, I can say bye to that special bonus… What does that other team got that I don’t?

[Mister S's Mystery Shop]

Jack: Ugh, at this rate, I can say bye to that special bonus… What does that other team got that I don’t?

[Beside Mister S's Mystery Shop]

Jack: …......

Jamil: Oh, Jack. Are you on break? Good work out there.

Jack: Jamil-senpai, Malleus-senpai… You as well.

Malleus: What is wrong? You seem to be rather fatigued.

Malleus: I think we may sweep the special bonus if you continue in your present condition.

Jack: …Dammit, I can't even argue back, after what Sam-san said to me.

Jack: You guys look like you're doing fine enough.

Jamil: Well, yeah.

Jamil: But everything is all thanks to Malleus-senpai! I'm very thankful.

Malleus: Heh. A modest comment, Viper.

Malleus: After all, I am simply standing in front of the customers when you instruct me.

Malleus: ...Because that seems to make your life easier, does it not?

Jamil: E-Easier…? Hahaha.

Jamil: I just said that because whenever we do that, even the rowdiest customer seems to quiet down. I just presumed that we needed the right man for the right job…

Malleus: No need to explain. It is a fact that I am not accustomed to customer service. I will gladly follow your tutelage.

Malleus: You would do well to continue to make use of my presence.

Jack: Somehow I'm even starting to feel the pressure now… Ah, I need to head back work.

Malleus: Understood. Another time, Howl.

Jack: …Man… I feel like I don't see Floyd-senpai at all while we're on the floor,

Jack: But somehow those two are getting all chummy. …Oh! Wait…

Jack: Is this what Sam-san meant by "vibes"…?

Jack: Am I supposed to work together with Floyd-senpai like they do?

Jack: …No way, that'd be impossible! He's a moody guy, who knows how he'll act at any given moment.

Jack: Besides, I don't care who it is, I ain't gettin' all chummy with anyone!

Jack: Winning only matters if you can get it yourself. What's even the use of getting someone else's help to secure a victory?

Jack: But…

[FLASHBACK]

Sam: It didn't really look all that different from yesterday, to me.

Jack: …He did say that I hadn't improved at all from the day before, even though I know I worked even harder.

Jack: At this rate, I'll just be stuck walking in place. And above all…

Jack: I DEFINITELY DON'T WANT TO LOSE TO THE OTHER TEAM WITHOUT TRYING EVERYTHING!

Jack: I have to be able to do something by myself…!

[Mister S's Mystery Shop]

Jack: Next customer.

[beep]

Jack: That'll be 800 Madol [8 Thaumarks]. Thanks.

Jack: Whew, finally the line for checkout's winding down. I should replace the receipt paper while I can…

Floyd: Ehhh, you want a new pair of running shoes to kick off the new year～?

Floyd: I know tons about designer and brand-name shoes, but I don't know nothin' about running shoes.

Floyd: Soooo, you should just give up on those and find some other shoes to buy.

Jack: …Looks like Floyd-senpai is working in the shoes section. I see he's not taking it seriously, like usual.

Jack: Urgh… I guess I should go and…

Floyd: What, you want some kind of recommendation since you came all this way to buy some running shoes?

Floyd: I mean, sure, we got a guy who'd know that kinda stuff working here, but he's working the register right now, so I doubt he'll help you or nothin'.

Floyd: That dude's suuuuper hard-headed and stubborn and totally inflexible, so.

Jack: …Hey, that's not me you're talking about, is it?

Floyd: Oh hey, speak of the devil. What brings the cashier to our neck of the woods?

Jack: I heard you talking about running shoes… So I thought I'd suggest something.

Floyd: Eh, seriously? You?

Jack: …Yeah.

Floyd: Nice, lucky me. If you're gonna attend to the customer, I'm gonna go on break, then.

Jack: Huh? A break? What're you talking about, get some other work done in the meantime.

Floyd: I don't have nothin' else to do, I'm already done with cleaning and re-stocking. And manning the register was your job, so.

Floyd: Orrr… What, you want my help, or somethin'? Suuuure, I'll totally do it for ya～ If. You. Beg. Me. To. ♡

Jack: NO WAY I'D WANT YOUR HELP! WHO'D BEG YOU FOR ANYTHING!?

Jack: Stop messing with me… Whatever, go on your break, whatever you want. I don't need your help at all!

Floyd: Is that so? Dang, Sea Urchin-chan, you're a boss, running the register and helping customers out all at once～ Mmkay, I'm gonna leave it all to ya then.

[Floyd leaves]

Jack: And hey! You're coming with me! I'll give you my recommendations while I work the register, so you need to stand close enough to hear it!

Scarabia Student: Man, this guy is so restless… At this rate, I shoulda just gone and picked something out myself…

[Sports Field]

Jack: [pant, pant]… AAAAAARGH! EVEN RUNNING'S NOT CLEARING MY MOOD!!

Jack: Sayin' he'll "help" me, or whatever. I swear he just says that to get on my nerves.

Jack: I get that I gotta take this gig seriously, but there's no way I'm gonna get dragged down to his pace… Hm?

Track & Field Club Member A: Geeeeez～～! That guy seriously pisses me off! Why's he gotta keep nagging me about my form each time!?

Jack: Isn't that one of the guys who was training for the marathon the other day?

Jack: Is he just finishing up his club activities? I don't see his partner from the other day… And he seems pretty frustrated.

Track & Field Club Member A: Juuuuust 'cause he's got a little more experience in running marathons doesn't mean he can look down on me like that.

Track & Field Club Member A: I thought if I just saddled up with a guy that had way more experience, I'd be able to participate in the huge meet coming up, but I'm reaching the end of my patience…

Track & Field Club Member A: He gets all snooty every time I mess up even a tiny bit! I'm seriously gonna explode…!

Jack: …Hey, woah. Wasn't he the one saying "my time got better!" last time?

Jack: They were all buddy-buddy, but he's just mouthing off now. Sounds like they were a terrible combo.

Jack: Hah. How stupid.

Track & Field Club Member A: I've already gone through so much for this. I'm gonna do whatever I can to reach my goal…!

Jack: …......

[Mister S's Mystery Shop]

―Day 3 on the job

Diasomnia Student: Hey! When I dropped this plate I bought from you guys yesterday, it broke. I bet it was already cracked to begin with, wasn't it!?

Jack: HUH? DON'T BE STUP…!

Jack: …Ah, I mean, I understand. Please wait one moment.

Jack: Um. Floyd…-senpai.

Floyd: What? I'm in a pretty bad mood right now, since I gotta carry all these heavy things.

Jack: …Uhh… So, uh, can I ask… Can I ask you to help resolve a problem with a customer… Please?

Floyd: Huh?

Floyd: …What's going on, Sea Urchin-chan? You're acting pretty docile today.

Floyd: Didja eat something bad? Or didja just come cryin' to me since you can't figure out how to stop the argument on your own?

Jack: Grrrrr….!

Jack: …[breathes in, breathes out]

Jack: …Yeah. I know you're definitely better suited to deal with complaints like that. So, I'm… begging you.

Floyd: Uh-huuuh… Man, you really are being a good boy today, huh, Sea Urchin-chan.

Floyd: Well, mmkay then. I was just feelin' like I needed to let off some steam, anyway.

Floyd: So, I'll work with the customers instead now. You go and do the stuff I was doing, then.

Jack: …Got it. That'll probably be better in the long run, anyway. Thanks.

Jack: …Whew! Somehow I was able to get through that…!

Malleus: Oh, well, that was surprising. You seem to be doing much better than you were prior.

Jack: Eh!? Ack, Malleus-senpai and Jamil-senpai… Did you see that just now?

Jamil: Looks like you and Floyd are actually working better together as a team now.

Jack: WE AIN'T A TEAM!!

Jack: I was just… using Floyd-senpai!

Jamil/Malleus: USING?

Jack: So, the other day, I saw a few guys from the Track & Field club training for a marathon.

Jack: It looked like they were getting along pretty well, with one guy listening to the other's advice on changing up his form…

Jack: But once the guy who was getting the advice was all alone, he just started harping on and on about the other guy.

Jamil/Malleus: NOT SURPRISING.

Jack: When I saw that, at first, I just thought he was a spineless coward to talk about the other guy behind his back.

Jack: But as I watched him do whatever it took to try and achieve victory… I started to think about how I was going about things wrong.

Jack: I ain't doing what he says because I'm a coward, or whatever. I'm just using his strengths to snag my own victory.

Jack: You two are doing the same, right? You're using each other to bring out the best in each other.

Jack: So am I. There's no way I'd ever want to work with Floyd-senpai for any reason, but to win, I'll do what it takes.

Jack: That's all it is. So please, don't ever say something as nauseating as me being part of a team.

Malleus: Even without similar ideals, you are still able to cooperate with one another. …Wouldn't you consider that teamwork?

Jack: NO WAY!!!

Jack: I don't care to work alongside nor befriend anyone.

Jack: However, now that I've fully gotten the hang of it, I'm going to finish this gig in the best condition.

Jack: The person who'll give his all to this shop and snag that special bonus WILL BE ME!

Requested by @farfalla049.

[wonton4rang]

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pairing; bnd x reader.

warnings; kissing, fluff, maybe some teasing.

summary; bnd as your high school crush.

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sungho; he would be one out of two things: or super direct or super shy. he's the type to bluntly help you out in class and carry your books and give you those lovey dovey eyes with a soft smile that would just make you melt. he wouldn't be very into physical touch but you could definitely catch him brushing his hands with yours when he showed you the last assignment that you got the day you missed school. he would definitely come forward and confess to you on a random day, but random for you because he 100% thought about it for weeks.

riwoo; i'm so sorry but you are not going to be with him. not because he wouldn't literally die for you, not because you didn't like him back, but because he was so shy that he would never admit he would like you two to be more than just friends. you knew each other since the beginning of high school and you were great friends but you both thought it was just that and never tried to come forward with your feelings because you didn't want to ruin your friendship. but if you do confess to him??? he's such a simp, blindly in love with you :((

jaehyun; everyone knows that he likes you but at the same time no one knows shit. jaehyun is a very extroverted, energetic and outgoing person, very touchy with everyone, including you, so you couldn't really tell apart if he liked you or not, it was those quick moments that would give you a hint, when he got shy after you met eyes with him, when he blushed after you hugged him back or even when his hands started to shake when you said how cute he looked. he would confess abruptly, saying it because he just couldn't hide it anymore, you obviously said yes and got yourself a simp pt2.

taesan; a riwoo pt2, he is so on love with you he can't even think straight, the only difference between him and riwoo is that he doesn't talk to you AT ALL. he wouldn't even look at you, trust me, you have NO clue that he likes you. that's until one day that you guys got stuck in this math project together, you finally seeing his soft and giggly side after you complained for the nth time. he would lower his head with a shy smile and that's when you knew you actually got him crazy over you. honestly, you confessed and he thanked you because it'll be years until he managed to do it himself, now it's been years since you both were dating.

leehan; shameless but shy, how? I don't even know but he is. he would flirt with you so much that you didn't even understand how you kept blushing about it, but the best part was when you actually got close to him or flirted back and he just laughed nervously with that eye smile of his that made you feel dizzy and sick in your stomach. he would confess probably because he just wants to know if you guys can be something more than just friends, if not he's fine as long as he can still be by your side.

woonhak; him being your high school crush is honestly so vivid in my mind that i can physically see :') he would joke with you, do faces that make him look kinda silly but you are laughing so that's enough for him, he stays behind and helps you clean the classroom, he tries to cover up the fact that every ball he throws at the basket was for you, he's just so in love. he brings you your favourite ice-cream when he finds you in the field after school, sitting by your side and looking up front when he confessed that you were the cutest person he ever knew and that he would like you to give him a chance. a chance??? you were ready to give him all the love in the world if he asked you to.

[perisexpeoplebullshit]

i will drop kayfabe really quick - i think it's inappropriate as fuck for perisex people to use asab (assigned sex at birth) or casab (corrective or coercive assigned sex at birth) and while i am aware that you cannot "stop" people from doing whatever the fuck they like, i like to pretend that if i explain myself really well, people will have the empathy, sympathy and compassion required to make simple changes to their vocabulary.

because asab was termed as such by the medical practitioners mutilating our bodies in the name of normalcy and science. we are referred to as "a societal emergency" by surgeons because of our ambiguous genitalia or mix of sex characteristics.

and casab was our attempt at making new language when trans people decided that asab = observed sex at birth and populated it like crazy.

if this is confusing: if you are observed a sex at birth, they do nothing. if they have to assign you a sex, they correct you until you fit that assignment.

we came up with corrective assignment because that placed more emphasis on what the "ASSIGNED" part of assigned sex is.

i know it seems complicated but i promise that it isn't.

but if you're pretty sure you didn't get corrected medically, you weren't fucking assigned a sex. you were just looked at and deemed normal. not all intersex people have an assigned sex. the "assigned" sex you see in these old med textbooks is talking about the literal process of IGM (infant genital mutilation) and HRT (hormone replacement therapy) as well as blockers, because it was determined that you were abnormal and required sexual correction.

also? "i'm afab! i'm amab!" no, you're not. i mean, unless you're undergoing medical intervention to correct your intersex condition?

the correct use is "i was afab" or "i was amab" because it is a course of action(s) that happened to you, not a freshly printed laminated label they slap to your fucking forehead.

an assigned sex is active, an observed sex is passive.

i don't think many people will listen to this at all, and i do think our language has been so over-written that trying to get people to stop misappropriating terms is a lost cause. but just fyi, i'm intersex, and every single time someone says "i'm assigned sex at birth!" i go "oh yay i didn't know there were any other intersex people here!!!" and if you can feel things like shame and embarrassment then maybe be careful about what you're saying around other people

i have met people who use asab, and i have said "what do you think that means" and i have come away from conversations with people who now know more about the world, and that's great, but i'm tired and google is fucking free and how the FUCK are you taking "assignment of sex" from a book full of pictures of mutilated intersex infants and going hmm... i think this is for me! like... the colonizer jumped out idfk

and like, if you didn't know, you didn't know, right. we all learn and unlearn, all the time. but if you're not open to that then i can't help you. no amount of pleading or being nice or fucking painstakingly breaking everything down step by fucking step will not get you to listen anyways. so if you're angry that my tone is aggressive, consider perhaps the several decades of bullshit i have dealt with on the topic of my body and then consider that i might be entitled to that grief.

here's the book, by the way.

Neonates with Abnormal Genital Development Assigned the Female Sex: Parent Counseling 1994

"The assigned sex at birth based on the external genitalia of the newborn and the influence of the conviction of the parents that the child belongs to the assigned sex (Roeske & Banet, 1972; Money & lewis, 1979; Slijper, 1983)."

Moeny and Lewish 1979? oh, like John Money? if you don't know who john money is i never want to hear another word out of you about intersex people point blank. you're gonna learn today, if you don't already know.

"A team consisting of an endocrinologist, an urologist, a surgeon and a psychologist, all specialized in pediatrics, counselled eight pairs of parents of neonates with a 46XY karyogram and an external genital organ that was either completely female or hermaphrodite. These were children whose genotype was not in accordance with their phenotye. The authors discuss policy in regard to counseling and support of the parents from the time when the child's genital abnormality is first observed to its adulthood. The aim of the policy is to create the conditions required to achieve a good female gender identity for the child."

so.... tampering with someone's internal and external reproductive systems to make sure they're a female? i sure hope john money isn't a literal pedophile who mutilated and tormented his clients until they committed suicide

A 1997 academic study criticized Money's work in many respects, particularly in regard to the involuntary sex-reassignment of the child David Reimer. Money allegedly coerced David and his brother Brian to perform sexual rehearsal with each other, which Money then photographed. David Reimer lived a troubled life, ending with his suicide at 38 following his brother's suicide.

oh great. yeah we should definitely misappropriate the language of this group that is overwhelmingly sexually abused in the medical fields! i think it would be great to take language from the oppressors of a group you don't even fucking belong to. please rethink your lexicon, friends, because this language is loaded for people like me, people who were cut open repeatedly at their genitalia to be "cured" or "fixed". i have scar tissue, lack of feeling and i am unable to have sex.

He screened adult patients for two years prior to granting them a medical transition, and believed sex roles should be de-stereotyped, so that masculine women would be less likely to desire transition. Money is generally viewed as a negative figure by the transgender community.

so why are we still using language he helped write in blood?

Believing that gender identity was malleable within the first two years of life, Money advocated for the surgical "normalization" of the genitalia of intersex infants. Money proposed and developed several theories related to the topics of gender identity and gender roles, and coined terms like gender role and lovemap. He popularized the term paraphilia (appearing in the DSM-III, which would later replace perversions) and introduced the term sexual orientation in place of sexual preference, arguing that attraction is not necessarily a matter of free choice. Although often misattributed to him, Money did not coin the term 'gender identity'. Despite the pain and turmoil of the brothers, for decades, Money reported on Reimer's progress as the "John/Joan case", describing apparently successful female gender development and using this case to support the feasibility of sex reassignment and surgical reconstruction even in non-intersex cases.

In one paper, Money described trans women as "devious, demanding and manipulative in their relationships with people on whom they are also dependent" and “possibly also incapable of love.”

read his wiki page because this isn't half of it. he was an openly out pedophile. and they let him rape and abuse children because they needed to be "corrected".

watch Intersexion for free on YouTube, because it is by us, about us, FOR YOU. TO LEARN FROM.

tldr; if a doctor cuts your fucking genitalia open as a minor you're probably asab. if you are perisex and have no idea you're not actually supposed to call intersex people "hermaphrodites" anymore, you're most certainly not asab. you were observed at birth or in utero via an ultrasound, but nobody assigned you anything because nothing had to be assigned.

[wistfulenchantress]

so quick question. do bylers genuinely not understand that whether you go by the monologue (Mike knew he fell in love with El the moment he met her) or by Finn’s interpretation (Mike is a nerdy kid so he never expected romance was in the cards for him so it wasn’t in his mind when he met her, he fell in love with her throughout that week of knowing her instead of in that moment of meeting her) either way it still means Mike fell in love with El????. Finn says at first it was like finding a lost alien in the woods and then once the scariness of that is gone it becomes more about mileven’s relationship referring to their dynamic starting ep 2 after Mike finds out El’s background and the danger she’s in. Do you people realize you’re trying to argue the semantics that Mike lied in his monologue because he didn’t fall in love in a split second in the woods but instead fell in love a day later 😭. Y’all are wrong regardless because you think Mike doesn’t love her at all. Then we have Finn also saying El is Mike’s first time having romantic feelings for anyone which goes direct against your theories of Mike being in love with Will throughout the show

Hello to you, too, nonnie! Gonna take these one at a time, hope that's okay 💚

The monologue is lies. I can elaborate a lot further, but I'll just say this because it's what you were talking about with semantics. The quote is "and i knew, right then, that i loved you" while mike is confirmed to not only not be thinking of romance, but, per season one trailer, thinks "that's not will." so, uh, yeah. him LATER assigning love to that is crazy. he could have easily said "i fell in love with you in that first week" or something along those lines but he doesn't.

finn's interpretation of mike not thinking about romance is great! and when does he start thinking about romance? when other people (nancy, lucas) suggest to him that he should think of it. classic compulsive heterosexuality, especially with the surrounding homophobic climate in that season specifically.

but do mike and el fall in love as twelve year olds over the course of those seven days? during which mike is suicidal? does mike, who shows no interest in el beyond keeping her from dying until she recognizes will, fall in love with her suddenly? is el, who doesn't know what love is, suddenly ready for a long term relationship?

watch the scene where mike promises el that he'll go to the snowball with her. because as soon as he has to make a commitment, his face fall. playing along has repercussions. (this is a real internalized homophobia feeling, i speak from experience).

and then el sacrifices herself, and survivors guilt is a part of this for the rest of the show. i'll tell you more, and analyze more, but i don't think that's what you want. you want me to talk about what finn said.

what do you want him to say? he can't just spoil the entire show, goddamn! byler is a foreseeable plot twist, but a plot twist nonetheless in this heteronormative society. finn can't just out right spoil season five. he also NEVER said mike loves el. not a quote. he specifically avoided saying it, as well as saying things like they are a couple "going into" season five, which is incredibly specific.

and even if mikes romantic feelings for el aren't legitimate, they still affect his life. it's still his first long term relationship, even if it is lies.

and at the end of s4 MIKE doesn't know his feelings for will. they can be there, and feelings can grow subtly, but here's the other thing:

they're all kids! not even fifteen by the end of season four. i will never say to you that mike has had passionate romantic feelings for will since the beginning, in the same way will hasn't for mike.

their relationship is special, and is growing with them, blossoming into something romantic. that's what makes it beautiful and healthy!

anyway, if you have more questions feel free to send more asks, or message me! i won't post screenshots or anything, i really do love talking about this. thanks for the ask, and if anything i said didn't make sense let me know!

i hope you have a great day. hope to chat again soon 🫶🫶🫶🫶

[anton-luvr]

wonbin sfw alphabet plz.

love your work 🤍

# SFW ALPHABET ; WONBIN edition.

⚝ bf!wonbin x gn!reader | fluff | bf au ⚝ note ; thank you anon! hope you like it <3 also this was so requested like ?? to the other 4 anons who requested for this too, enjoy :)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Wonbin is very affectionate. But not in a kiss-you-till-your-face-falls-off kinda way, but by holding your hand whenever and whenever he can and pressing kisses all over your face while he calls you his pretty angel <3

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He would be the calmest best friend ever. You could be furious, ranting to him about the beef you have with a classmate and he would be like "Oh. That's crazy :|" He's not ignoring you, he's just chill like that. The friendship would start from being assigned as partners in a class project, because Wonbin doesn't like making new friends on his own.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves cuddling! He wants to be as close as possible with you, and his favorite way to cuddle is to have his entire body wrapped against yours.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Wonbin definitely wants to settle down, but only after your relationship becomes more serious. He's not the best at cooking, but he tries! (keyword: tries) Trust that he'll always keep your place spick and span.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would be so cold... he'll even seem emotionless as he tells you that he thinks it's for the best if you both break up, calmly giving you his reasons why and walking away on good terms.

F = Fiancé (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Wonbin's a bit hesitant when it comes to commitment. He'll give you his all while you're dating of course, but he's not sure where he stands on marriage- he's only 21 after all.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He's so so so so gentle :( he's always gentle with you, because the last thing he'd ever want to do is to accidentally hurt the love of his life. And whenever you need someone to talk to, Wonbin is already waiting with open arms.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it?)

He loves hugs!! He does it whenever he can, and he loves back hugs the most. It's just so convenient, because he can hug you that way even while you're cooking or when you're getting ready for classes in the morning.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Wonbin's love language is more on acts of service and quality time, so he'll be quite slow to tell you he loves you. Instead, he prefers to show you his love through cleaning your apartment for you, doing the laundry, and planning a vacation for the both of you <3

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Compared to the rest of the members, I think Wonbin gets easily jealous. He'll get all sulky and petty, making sure you know how upset he is by replying sarcastically to you. If you need help opening a jar, he'd go "Oh, why don't you go ask that guy you were talking to instead?" and fold his arms with a pout. But once you reassure him that he's the only boy that matters to you, he'll be immediately happy again.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are so... deep. He takes it slow, love radiating off of each move of his soft lips against yours. Even if he's running late for work, he'll kiss you for a minimum of five minutes first. He likes to kiss your lips, and he likes it when you kiss his lips too <3

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Wonbin is great with children. He automatically becomes their new best friend, squeezing himself behind the sofa to play hide and seek and gasping dramatically when they find him. His energy levels are high too, so he can go on running around and playing with them for hours on end.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Lots of cuddling and sleepy mumbles of 'I love you's. He'll rest his head in the crook of your neck, pressing soft kisses there for as long as he can till he has to get out of bed.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Lots of cuddling too, but with him as the little spoon this time. Wonbin's scared of the dark, so he needs to be in your safe and secure embrace to fall asleep :(

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Wonbin would take his time. He's quite closed up because of his fears and personal worries, so he needs to make sure you're someone he can fully put his trust in first. Once you gain his trust, he'll open up to you bit by bit.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He doesn't get angrily easily, but he gets annoyed more often instead. If someone cut his line at the grocery store or he gets served by a rude waiter, he'll roll his eyes and glare at them for a while.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Wonbin remembers everything about you and everything you tell him. He's very attentive, so he remembers everything you tell him - even if it's something insignificant, like complaining about the pothole you bumped over on the way home. He'll surprise you when he texts you 'be careful of the pothole! see you later <3' the next day when you're on your way home.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Wonbin's favorite memory was when he first opened up about his fears to you. He's quite embarrassed by them, but to see you accept him and support him with zero judgment made him feel so loved and so relieved.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you?)

Wonbin is very protective. If you're going out somewhere, he makes you promise to update him time to time on where you are, just for safety reasons. If you have to work overtime, Wonbin will drive up to your workplace to bring you home. It's a scary world out there, and he doesn't want anything to happen to you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He always puts in his 100%. He doesn't hesitate to splurge on these things too, personalizing each date, anniversary, and gift so it'll all be something for you to remember fondly on and love for years to come. In terms of everyday tasks, he might slack sometimes, but he gets them done by the end of the day.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Somedays, Wonbin just wants to lie in bed and watch YouTube for the whole day. You understand he's tired and he definitely deserves the rest, but sometimes he goes to the extent of not wanting to eat. You have to drag him from the bed and force him to eat. It's a bad habit he's had for years, so he'll need some time to break it.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Wonbin's not really concerned with his looks - he's already naturally drop-dead gorgeous. He just keeps his basic hygiene, does a sheet mask once in two weeks, and works out twice a week to stay presentable.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Very much. Wonbin's a very clingy lover, so when he's without you, he'll feel so empty and sad.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Wonbin plans the cutest dates ever. He spends a lot of time on his phone, so he often comes across posts about cute parks or interesting museums that he's sure you'll love. He does a lot of research too, making sure there are things that you'll be interested in and cafes nearby to bring you to.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Wonbin hates it when people push his boundaries, especially when it's related to his fears. He'll instantly shut down and end the relationship, regardless if it was a family member or a friend.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Wonbin sleeps like a koala bear. He has to be in contact with you somehow, be it his arms wrapped around your neck or his longs legs tangled with yours or his head resting on your arm.

© anton-luvr, 2023.

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[myrtles-and-blood]

𖤓 Lucifer, the Light Bringer, Prince of Hell 𖤓

This is pretty long and corny, it's mostly for Lucifer and that's it. In case someone relates.

The freedom from your arms, bloody wings. A leap without faith, unbearable agony.

But the floor does not keep me for long. There is no bone that does not heal, there is no body that does not fight to live.

Without you I am everything I have never been, I finally cry with joy.

Quick poem without any pattern for Lucifer, but I would spend all my time writing for him. There's no special occasion for this offering.

I wanted to make this as a way of describing how I see him. He's very tall and lean, usually with a black suit and depends if he has his jacket on or not. Long black straight hair, and his eyes appear for me in many colors (red, blue, gold, black, and sometimes he mimics my eye color, so a blue/green weird color). He's very pale and has sharp features, and as we know he is very handsome, too.

I think I talked about this before but this is my blog and I do what I want:

I met Lucifer when I was really stressed because I couldn't write something for an assignment. I thought about writing about christian mythology because I started having a really hard interest in it.

I was having yet another faith crisis, but I did feel a heavy, tall presence on the right side of my bed. I was writing about Lucifer here, so I kind of thought it was him. I was extremely nervous, shaking and I just couldn't look at him (where I thought he was).

So I asked him (trying to appear normal about the situation) to help me write this, put some creativity in my head, I don't know, something.

I'm not gonna post it here, but I am really, really proud of it, and I got the highest score and a really good note from my teacher. I thanked him, of course, but that was it.

He appeared one or two more times randomly. However, he was living rent free in my head all the time, every day. There was not a day I didn't think about him. I started reading info about him, started to look into books about him, fiction about him that wasn't shit, but I didn't have time for anything.

One day I got tired. I couldn't think without thinking of him, and I was going nuts. So I told him (reinterpretation of the situation, he is very different now and there's a context behind his words)

"Hello, you have been in my head for a long time, and I want you to help me with —— because I think we have a pretty good connection and, to be honest, I just can't stop thinking about you"

He told me "Good, good. I'm fine with it. I'm not going to do anything, though. Do whatever you feel like you want to do, and we'll see how that turns out. I don't think you're gonna last a week, you're weak about all of this"

"That is... rude. I don't know, I don't trust myself much on this but I want to try"

"If you don't trust yourself, why would I trust you? Again, do whatever you want and call me if you need me, but I don't want you to waste my time like you've done before with others. I have better things to do than being around someone as irresponsible as you with your own time" and he was gone.

He caught me with a really good humor, because I took that as a base to get started. I finally made his altar (it's very small and cramped but he thinks it's nice), and talked to him a lot. I insisted I wanted some signs because I thought I was going crazy, and since then I've been seeing white and grey feathers everywhere I go to cheer me up.

He listens to me, he likes to listen to my opinion and likes when I want to hear his advice. He cares when I tell him something when I'm stressed and gives me great advice. He likes roses and I like drying them so he can always have some in his altar. I never liked the sun much but since I met him, the light feels different. I have a place to cry, and stars to look at, because they look back at me. I have someone that smiles when they look at me, and I have the best source of inspiration in the world.

I still think I sound extremely crazy, I hate being corny, but he's just really nice to be around. He's dad 🫶🏼

I hope that anyone that wishes to work with him has the best experience, because he is the best.

Ave Lucifer 🌌

[kgirlgroup-stan]

Friends

Fluff, male reader

Your POV

It has been a few weeks since me and Ryujin broke up. 

We were best friends before, and took a chance to find out if our feelings were romantic

I couldnt help but fall for her, but that feeling was one sided.

She had broken up with me. Her reason? She was interested in some guy and confessed she didnt feel the same with me as with him

We "promised" that nothing would change and we will still be friends. I knew this wasnt going to go anywhere but I still tried to reach out

It would be rare whenever we would talk, and now we don't speak at all.

Currently, I was working on an assignment for class on my laptop. I was so focused when I heard someone say my name.

"Y/N" I looked up, looking for the voice that sounded familar.

"O-oh hey Ryujin, long time no see." I looked at her shocked

She came up to me and hugged me.

I missed her warm embrace, choosing to ignore the aching in my heart

"How have you been?"she pulled back,

"Good, and you?" i answered still slighty shocked that we were actually having a conversation. 

"Well, me and that guy broke up but I've been fine." she pursed her lips together and looked off to the side.

I just nodded as silence filled the space. awkward thats what it was

"Um, so what are you doing?" she took a peek at my laptop

"Oh I'm working on something for class." I turned to face my screen.

"Oh nice." she nodded

Awkward silence again.

"H-have any plans later?" i saw her look down and pick at her jeans while she 

"No, not really, you?" i shook my head

"No, do you want to hang out, you know catch up a bit?" she looked right into my eyes, she bit her lip nervously as she waited for my answer

"Um- sure just let me take this back to my place, want to come?" I offered.

"Sure."she said as she was getting up from her chair

She hopped into my car and  we took a quick stop to my house I drop my stuff off, and I started driving off again.

"So, where do you want to go?" i asked not keeping my eyes off the road

"Um I dont know, got any ideas?" Ryujin was looking out the window.

"I know this place that I found." With a destination in mind i began to drive there

After a bit of silence.

"So, got anyone you're seeing?" I could see that she now had her gaze on me

"Um- no not at the moment, you?" I couldnt help but get a bit flustered in her gaze.

"Me neither." she shook her head before looking about the window again

We went to my secret hideout. It was a hill with a small lake and a tire swing. It was the same place that I took some time to heal from the break up.

But I wasn't going to tell her that.

We pulled up into the spot before parking the car and getting down

"Wow, this place is beautiful." she got out in a hurry.

"yeah it is." I went down by the lake.

I took of my shoes, rolled up my pants, and put my feet into the water.

Ryujin followed behind me doing to same thing.

"This is nice." she looked down with a smile on her face

"Yeah, but if you feel the water with your hand it's much better." I bent down touching the water.

Ryujin did the same thing and I splashed her with water.

"AH, y/n!" she looked at me in disbelief before starting  to splash me back.

We were running in the water, kicking and wetting each other.

"Look come here this is pretty cool." I lead her to the tire swing.

I climbed a giant rock to reach it before letting me swing and let it send me flying into the water.

"WOW! Y/n your crazy!" screamed Ryujin with a gigantic grin on her face.

"Try it it's fun!" moved out of the way, not wanting her to land on me by accident.

She was visibly nervous. I send her a reassuring nod and smile. She smiled back before swinging on the tire.

"See it feels cool right?" I saw her head rise from the water

She nodded laughing.

Once the sun was setting, we knew it was time to head back home.

We went up into the hill to dry.

"I'd never thought we would have that much fun again after you everything you know " I leaned back, letting the sun touch every part of me dry

"Sorry." she looked down.

"No, it's okay. Plus we wouldn't have had this moment." I sat up straight, looking straight at her

"To be honest, I missed you a lot. It hurt me to know that we weren't talking." still looking down, but now picking at the grass

"Me too, but I just needed some time. But maybe after this we could slowly go back to how we were." I looked at the sunset ahead of me

"That sounds like a great idea." she smiled at me.

"We should head home, it's getting late and I don't want us to get sick." I smiled back at her before standinf up

"Let me stay over, there is this new show that I've been wanting to watch with someone." she got up excited

Yep, I definitely missed this. I missed her. As much love her, I'm glad we are friends again.

[vitaminseetarot]

PAC: 11/11 Self-Care Messages 🍊🌚🦂

Hey y'all. I'm here to take a brief break from NaNoWriMo (I've been making big progress, I swear!). I've heard from some astrologers that this new moon is going to be rather strong, similar to the energy of the full moon.

After some scouring through the web to find horoscopes that weren't all doom and gloom, I figured now would be a good time to draw some cards for a few wellness messages. This was done to check current mood and energy and suggest healing or wellness methods mainly for stress relief.

I emphasize that if you have a real medical issue, best to take it to a doctor, even if you're thinking it's possibly a psychic thing.

Please choose your pile based on palette color below:

Pile 1 - Tropics Pile 2 - Pinkadelic Pile 3 - Mysterious Night Pile 4 - Solar Energy

Take care~☼

Pile 1: Tropics

The World, Peace, Surrender, Salt Bath, Receive, King of Cups, Knight of Swords, Seven of Coins

So you've done it, or it's been done. You've checked the items off your list. You've asked others if there was more to do only to be met with shaking heads saying "no, but thanks." So what to do now? It's easy to get used to this position of needing to be the big helper all the time. A king of cups taking on the world wants to solve every problem and won't rest until everyone is satisfied. But what would all of that take? Is it worth draining your cup, especially when others are learning to rely on it so much?

Your cards are suggesting a much needed rest time. If it's not a salt bath, then try just resting in bed, a brief sunbath, or a massage therapy session. It's not just resting your body, but your mind. You got two color cards which fell out. Surrender the mind for peace within the body. They're linked in this case. Knight of Swords says whatever happens to one will quickly affect the other. Recovery may take some time so please give yourself space to breathe.

This could be a specific message for some out there. I felt a brief pang in my chest that went away as soon as your reading was finished. I don't usually interpret this Salt Bath card in such a literal way, but… please watch your salt intake, more or less, make sure you're getting iodized salt. Some of you may be worried about doctor's visits? Just make sure you're drinking enough water in between salty meals. Keep your stress levels down, above all.

Take care of your heart health and try not to run yourself ragged with too many assignments and crisis alerts going off (what the heck there's a random phone alarm going off in my house now JUST as I'm typing this! And then it stopped as soon as I got up! Crazy). The message is to not respond to every single call and alarm that goes off okay! You definitely need time to rest, and boundaries for said rest. I mean deeply rest and clear your mind, let yourself suspend from the schedule with some suds. You can't get away to paradise forever, but you can create for yourself a moment in time.

Pile 2: Pinkadelic

Five of Coins, Trust, Bodega Cat, Acceptance, VI The Lovers, XVII Star, Ace of Cups

Tick tock, you've been waiting a while for this to come around in your life. I feel this is strongly a love related reading but let's see. If it's not a romantic partner you're attracting, it's a fresh start at life or spiritual awakening, the feeling of falling in love again with life. You've likely been waiting for a while, stuck in a limbo state, learning how to remain comfortable or at least steady in the unknown. Yet you're eager for that "more" or "other" kind of experience. The type of manifestation that makes life feel magical and new.

You need a quick pep talk. I might get a little cheesy with the message, but here goes: For anyone who has yet to meet you, you are that magic spark in their life. You're radiating the energy of wish making and affection and that has an effect on others around you. You're already on the way to attracting the one who will properly recognize that for you. I'm picking up on a lot of artists in this pile. Your magic seeps through to your art, your aura or energy rubs off onto what you make, and somebody special will see the talent in your work. You have way more talent in the arts than you think.

With that said, the Bodega Cat is a lucky cat here to remind you of your independence. You ultimately don't need anyone to come along and remind you of how amazing your work is. Once you see it for yourself, they will come. Once you see it as done, they will show. Perhaps more than it may seem right now. Just like the cat can be itself and people will show up to pet it and take pictures, whatever you bring forth will carry that same unique charm naturally.

You may be in the mood to go on a shopping spree. Treat yourself to something small and nice, like candy or a new t-shirt, it doesn't have to be extravagant. I recommend affirmations specifically on self-love for you, pile 2. Take a mirror marker and write nice things on your mirror. Pet a lucky cat when one stops by, as well! Sweeten your water with some fresh fruit for a sensual touch. Trust and believe. All of this beautiful magical energy is bursting outwards from you! Accept the wish that's there out in front of you.

Pile 3: Mysterious Night

Three of Swords, Growth, Dandelion, Perspective, XII Hanged Man, King of Swords, X Wheel of Fortune

I can tell that whatever has happened in the last few months, you've taken on a hurdle of challenges to get to where you are now. You've had to learn some harsh lessons, some of which may have felt like they were coming out of nowhere. The word 'Disappointment' was clear and capitalized. It seemed like you took many chances or opportunities on, only to be spun around and left in the dark to figure things out on your own. This last cycle was a particular struggle to build resilience while maintaining the motivation to keep moving toward your goals.

But look, you got both the Growth and Dandelion card in your reading! This is truly signifying how much you've really fought back and continued to nurture yourself in spite of the circumstances thrown in your face over and over. There's a spirit of not giving up even when you let yourself have the chance to process the feeling otherwise. Determination isn't about pretending to be happy in spite of comebacks. Disappointments happen; it's a chance to cry it out before smiling again, it's an umbrella and rain coat to let the day rain from time to time instead of expecting the skies to always stay clear.

You've weathered so much and gained an abundance of wisdom this past season, it's like at this point you're gearing up to be ready for whatever comes next. I don't know if you are necessarily expecting good things to come your way, however. Those might be the very things to sweep you off your feet. Or you may still be too on guard to notice the good luck. It's like the dandelion has gotten acclimated to the cracks, but is it ready for the wheel to turn and for the water to flow in between?

I feel like this whole reading is about being ready for a level up. If you need 999 XP to do so, then right now you're at 900. You're getting to the finish line. But instead of getting too worked up about the end result, however, you've mastered the art of hanging back and waiting for when the time is right. Your new perspective allows you to lay back and take a breather between these strong growth spurts. Remember to stay grounded to your toughened roots, pile 3. Try out grounding exercises and meditations. Spend time out in nature when considering the next moves you're going to make in life. No need to rush this kind of growth.

Pile 4: Solar Energy

Two of Swords, Fear, What You Seek is Seeking You, Change, XV The Devil, Ten of Swords, Seven of Pentacles, Six of Pentacles

I always forget how terrifying the devil card is in this deck lol! In fact I'm seeing and sensing a LOT of fear and anxiety in this pile which is why I went and added an extra tarot card. Six is pentacles on top of the deck is good as it shows help is on the way soon. Remember to stay centered and calm at this time, your chance to heal is coming for you, but you may need to yield some of the resistance behind allowing the change necessary to make way for that healing to occur.

It seems as though your pile conjures images of wanting to see daylight at the end of the tunnel. You feel that change is coming very soon and you're not sure if you're able to handle the next cycle after the one that you've been through. Quite the wringer you've been in for some time… I think a lot of y'all have done some shadow work recently, and it has not been the easiest. It's not always about meditating and journaling. Sometimes it's about seeing how simple, basic fears that are universal to humankind can get distorted and become something much more twisted. When you work past the scary parts, you can see the fear for what it really is. 10 of Swords is Sun in Gemini, learning that sometimes overthinking isn't going to solve the problem, especially when the worst is already past you.

A lot of good things seem to be underway for you even if they're not present at the moment. You've done a fair share of rummaging in the attic and going through all the old, little things. You're going through an extensive clearing out phase. Give yourself the opportunity to put the swords of caution down and accept a gentle wave of positive changes to restructure your life piece by piece.

I'm also getting that this pile may be particularly affected by seasonal affective disorder. Make sure to go out and get some sunlight outside, through windows, or UV lamps. I don't know for sure how Vitamin D supplements would help and you'll want to be careful with St John's Wort if you're on medication, but John's Wort is a good supplement I use for my tea to combat the winter blues. If you sense that your mental state may be getting triggered by lack of sunlight, please look into it.

This reading has not been evaluated by the FDA to diagnose, prevent, treat, or cure any disease or infection. Please ask your physician before going online.

2023, @VitaminseeTarot ™

[gayashelljatp]

Prince Charming x James Hook | Trophy Boy Chapter 1

Tags :Sorta Enemies to Lovers Fake/Pretend Relationship Not Canon Compliant, Inspired by Cinderella (1997), I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Prince Charming is a Bi-King, Prince Charming Is Filipino, Because the actor is and I also am one so yeah, Prince Charming gets a lot of bitches but no love, Merlin Academy (Disney), James Hook is gay, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, I don't know how to tag in this fandom, No Beta Like Not Going To Castlecoming

Summary:

Charming had himself caught up in a pretty little lie, telling his parents he had a date for his birthday ball. Desperate to stop their meddling in his love life, he came up with a plan: show up with someone who’d make the court gasp—a notorious pirate at school, James Hook. It was supposed to be a quick fix: fake a romance, cause a stir, and be free from the royal matchmakers forever. But the more time Charming spent with Hook—as a person, the sharp banter—the more complicated things got. This wasn’t just about pretending anymore. He was starting to get hooked. Or The sorta enemies to fake dating to lovers between Hook and Charming no one asked for.

Content Rating: Teen and Up.

Wordcount: 5,931

Notes (Same On AO3):

Hi, I'm Ace. But I'm here posting and writing more gay shit for the Descendants fandom.

I'm one for a crack ship and these two don't even interact in the movie so you may be wondering what made me do this. Three things actually:

I'm in the Descendants editing community and I saw this edit by @jewishvarian. Hook's actor Josh pretty much showing his support to this ship has made we want to do this.

The second inspiration is Once Upon A Time ship Captain Charming my sister had a Once Upon A Time phase so I know quite a bit about them. The third thing the catalyst for this is the fanfic Stage Call by Montythecrow. (The first chapter is really good can't wait for more. Also R.I.P. DBD I never got to make a DBD fic before it got cancelled *sighs in JATP*)

Let's do some housekeeping and explain the lore because this fic grabs from fifty million things.

- The Brandy Cinderella movie or Rodgers & Hammerstein's Cinderella (1997) as it's also known are major inspirations. I pulled the characterization of Charming from this film and the new Descendants film and I pulled the whole of Charming's parents and his butler Lionel from this movie. (Pls watch this movie. It's really fun, campy and entertaining.)

- I also took from various Prince Charming media from Cinderella movies from Disney to non-Disney. Charming (2018)'s Trophy Boy by Avril Lavigne, Ashely Tisdale and G.E.M. is where the title of this fic comes from. It's a bad movie but this song is legendary and pop perfection. A K-pop star, a Disney star, and a rock star all in one song is crazy.

- This fic has multiple POV's for Charming focused parts 👑 emojis are used on the other hook if it's James it's this emoji 🪝.

- Finally, this isn't a GayashellJATP fic without a playlist of songs I have on that help immerse you in the universe. Spotify playlist here!!!

Now that we are done with some housekeeping. Enjoy the fic & Remember to give feedback!!! It is always appreciated.

Notes (Tumblr):

I'm trying to do better on posting on here and being on time. With being a cross platform author. I still don't know how Tumblr works pls help me. Once again I suggest you read on AO3 my formatting is way better on that.

Chapter 1: Before The Ball

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Charming was so screwed.

He'd been excused from class by royal summons, which only meant one of two things: either bad news or... well, worse news. Lionel, the family’s loyal servant and his assigned guardian at the academy, was jittery, practically fidgeting as he escorted the skateboarding teen to the castle. 

Lionel’s nervousness only heightened Charming's suspicion—did he tattle on him sneaking out of the academy for a late-night date? Again? Or worse—had he forgotten some royal obligation that would now come back to bite him?

Despite the comfortable life he'd been born into, Charming had a talent for getting into situations that made it... uncomfortable. Usually of his own making.

The moment they arrived at the vast, gilded throne room, the knot in his stomach twisted tighter. His mother stood. Not good. Queen Constantina only stood when something serious—truly serious—was about to be discussed. Lionel cleared his throat and began the ceremonial introduction. 

“Your Royal Highness, Prince Charming—”

The Queen interrupted with a sharp glance. “Prince Christopher Rupert Windermere Vladimir—”

“Mom,” Charming sighed, cutting Lionel off. “He doesn’t have to say it every time.” The poor man practically bowed in relief when Charming gestured for him to be seated. The full name was ridiculously wordy, one of the many reasons why "Prince Charming" stuck much more easily.

“Son, you didn’t need to dismiss him,” King Maximilian spoke up from beside the queen, kissing his wife’s hand. Charming had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. 

His parents were constantly doing that—displaying affection as if they were still teenagers in love. Any love hater would have gagged, but Charming simply tried to suppress a smirk. Even he couldn't deny they were a good match, for better or worse.

“Mom. Dad. What is it this time?” Charming asked, his voice strained but trying not to sound too impatient.

“Watch your tone, Junior,” his father said, though not harshly.

Charming forced a deep breath. “Fine. What’s the big news?” he said, layering on enthusiasm that was just short of sarcasm.

The Queen exchanged a meaningful glance with her husband before turning to her son, her posture regal and dramatic all at once. "Your eighteenth birthday in two days."

“I thought—” his father began, but a sharp elbow from his wife stopped him. “We thought it would be appropriate to throw a birthday ball.”

Charming's heart sank. "A ball?" His voice came out strained. "Father, is that really necessary?"

Queen Constantina's eyes glistened with an air of theatrics as she responded, “You haven’t shown any of your potential picks for marriage. You are two years overdue for at least a partner!” Her voice hitched as though it were a tragedy in itself.

Charming had tried, of course. He'd gone on more first dates than he cared to count, but none had led to anything serious. His royal reputation for being “charming” only went so far, especially when he wasn’t charmed by anyone.

“I’m working on it,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “But Mom, I don’t think a ball for my birthday is necessary.”

“Necessary?” His mother’s voice shot up an octave, her hand flying dramatically to her chest as if she were about to swoon. “Is it necessary that I should die knowing my only son will be a lonely king?!”

Charming’s eyes widened. “Mom, please. You’re not going to—"

“I might!” she countered, her voice trembling as if the mere thought of his supposed future loneliness was too much to bear. “The idea of you being all alone without a wife or family—oh! How tragic it would be!”

Charming rubbed the back of his neck, suppressing a groan. He loved his mom, truly, but sometimes her dramatics were... a lot. “Okay, fine. I get it. But… I have someone. Already. A partner.”

The words were out of his mouth before he had a chance to think them through. His heart nearly stopped as both his parents' faces lit up.

“You do?!” his father exclaimed, clapping his hands together in glee.

The Queen looked like she was about to burst into tears of joy. “Oh, my darling boy! You’ve found someone! You’ve—”

Charming quickly nodded, feeling his stomach churn with regret. “Yep. Found someone. Really great.”

His father beamed. “That’s fantastic news, son! We were beginning to wonder if you'd ever—"

“But the ball,” Queen Constantina interjected with a flourish of her hand. “The ball must still happen! After all, it’s been paid for, and all the preparations have already been made.”

Charming’s shoulders slumped. “Of course it has…”

His mother took his hands, her eyes sparkling. “Oh, darling, I can’t wait to meet this special someone of yours. Bring her to the ball!”

"Yeah. Absolutely," Charming forced a grin, though inside, his mind raced. He was so, so screwed. Not only was the ball happening no matter what, but now he had to show up with a date—someone bad enough to stop his parents from meddling in his love life ever again.

Where on Earth was he going to find that?

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Charming zoomed through the academy gates on his skateboard, the wind whipping through his hair as his thoughts churned. Why had he lied? It gnawed at him, the weight of a falsehood pressing on his conscience. Lies weren’t really his thing. Now, he’d have to turn that lie into reality, or it would eat him alive.

As he skated through the courtyard, his gaze caught Fay, a fairy in training and his hexalogy class partner, sitting cross-legged on the grass, her nose buried in a spellbook. She was mumbling under her breath, waving her wand with exaggerated movements as sparks of magic fizzled in the air. 

“Hey, Fay,” he called, slowing down as he rolled over.

Fay glanced up, her wide eyes narrowing with playful frustration. “Charming, where were you?” she asked, tapping her wand against her open book. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to hex yourself and then unhex yourself without your partner? I nearly turned myself into a frog!”

“Royal duties,” Charming shrugged, offering an apologetic smile.

Fay’s expression softened immediately. She knew all too well the burden his title carried. “What did the queen say this time?” she asked, her tone light but sympathetic.

Charming rubbed the back of his neck. “We’re throwing another ball.”

Fay’s face lit up. “A ball? Isn’t that fantastic—” she paused, noticing the scowl creeping over Charming's face, “—ally… impossible to enjoy?” She attempted to course-correct, her enthusiasm dimming as she realized how much the idea clearly weighed on him. Fay wasn’t the best at being negative, but she tried.

“But I’ll make it up to you. I’ll be there for the next class.”

“You better be,” Fay huffed, but her tone was forgiving. 

“The whole kingdom’s invited. Maybe I’ll catch you at the ball?”

“Nah, I doubt it. I’ll be here practicing my spells,” she said with a shy smile, already inching back toward her book. Fay wasn’t one for social events—she always seemed to vanish from them, though Charming never asked why. 

“Well, I’ll see you later,” Charming said, giving her a quick wave.

“Later, skater!” Fay called, attempting to sound cool, which earned a chuckle from Charming. She couldn’t help but laugh at herself as he rolled away.

But as Charming skated off, Fay accidentally mispronounced her next spell. Instead of reciting "double the bubbles," she muttered "double the wobbles" under her breath. Without realizing it, she had casted a spell on Charming’s skateboard, causing it to take on a life of its own. 

Charming, an experienced skater, didn’t notice anything at first. But as he glided past the group of notorious students hanging out by the courtyard's edge, the board beneath his feet began to wobble violently, as though possessed. 

His body lurched forward, trying to steady himself, but the board had other ideas. It veered, zigzagging uncontrollably, and before Charming could react, it shot straight toward a cluster of students.

In a blur of motion, Charming collided with none other than Captain James Hook—his pirate classmate, and perhaps the academy’s most infamous heartthrob after Charming himself. With a loud thud, both boys went crashing to the ground, Hook's shiny golden hook clattering against the stone courtyard as they tumbled in a tangle of limbs.

Charming groaned, disentangling himself. “I’m so sorry!” he blurted, scrambling to his feet. His skateboard had spun off and smacked into a nearby tree, finally bringing the spell to a halt.

Hook stood up slowly, glaring down at Charming with narrowed eyes. His gaze was sharp and menacing, but there was a flicker of something else—jealousy? Amusement? It was hard to tell. 

“You really are a royal asshole, aren’t you?” Hook growled, dusting off his crimson blazer. His voice dripped with venom, but there was something undeniably captivating about the way he spoke. “Gunning for me, were you?”

“No! No, I swear. I didn’t mean to—I lost control of the board.”

Hook didn’t seem convinced. He stepped closer, his imposing presence casting a shadow over Charming. “You were heading straight toward me, mate,” Hook said, his tone dangerously low. His golden hook gleamed as he pointed it directly at Charming’s perfect face. “That doesn’t seem like much of an accident.”

Charming’s heart pounded as his eyes flicked from Hook’s face to the hook hovering too close for comfort. He held up his hands in surrender, his voice calm and soothing. “Whoa, easy,” he said, gently grabbing Hook’s wrist and pushing the hook away from his face. For a brief second, his fingers brushed against Hook’s skin.

For just a moment, Charming couldn’t help but notice Hook. The sharp features, the dark, windswept hair, the way his crimson blazer framed his broad shoulders. And those eyes—intense, narrowed in suspicion, but undeniably alluring. 

Charming blinked, snapping out of it. He was in trouble, not admiring the guy who was about to gut him like a fish.

Hook, however, seemed to notice Charming’s lingering gaze. His eyes flashed with something almost wild, and a wicked smirk curled on his lips. “What’s the matter, Prince? Distracted?”

“Uh, no. Not at all. Just… don’t want to get impaled, that’s all.”

Hook raised an eyebrow, amused but not backing down. “Right.” He clicked his tongue, his hook gleaming in the sunlight as he let it fall to his side. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood today. Or else…” He let the threat hang in the air, his eyes still burning into Charming’s.

“Right, yeah. Lucky,” Charming muttered, his pulse still racing. He wasn’t sure if it was from the near-death experience or the fact that Hook was standing way too close. He hadn’t expected Hook to be so—well, so much. Why was he noticing that now?

Hook’s smirk lingered as he stepped back, finally giving Charming some space. “Try not to skate into any more of your classmates, mate. Especially not me or my crew got it?.” He turned, flipping his collar with an air of superiority, though there was a glint in his eye as he strode away. 

Charming watched him leave, shaking his head. Hook was dangerous—and not just because of the hook. There was something else there. Something he really needed to avoid.

But as he glanced back at his skateboard lying against the tree, the thought struck him: maybe, just maybe, Hook was exactly the kind of problem he needed. 

If he could bring Hook to the ball, that would surely get his parents off his back. Right? 

How would he ever get Hook to agree to that? He was really, really screwed.

🪝

Hook was seething. What a clueless little prince, he thought, his jaw clenched as he stormed through the academy's halls. Charming had to be the most oblivious royal he'd ever met. For someone so poised and charming, the prince had no idea how to navigate the real world. 

Not that Hook expected much more from royals—they were all so privileged, so sheltered, so painfully clueless. That’s what made them easy marks. Their money, their fine clothes, their trinkets—it was all just there for the taking, practically begging to be lifted.

But this? This was different. Hook’s pride was bruised more than anything. Charming had made him collide with the earth, of all things, and Hook wasn’t going to forgive the little prince for sullying his pristine, mint-condition vintage blazer. He cast a quick glance at the fabric—no visible damage, but that didn’t matter. The fact that it had touched the ground at all was an unforgivable offense. 

And worse, Hook knew his crew would never let him live this down if they found out. His reputation couldn’t take a hit like that, not when he had spent so much time cultivating it. He had to get his revenge. Teach the prince a lesson.

So, during storybook history class, Hook slipped out unnoticed. He snuck across the academy grounds to the royal dormitory— Full of one bed and customized rooms, unlike less privileged students. They weren’t allowed to deface their rooms and they had a roommate system. But Hook wasn’t complaining his roommate was pretty great.

But he wasn’t here to brood. No, he was here to act.

Charming’s dorm was up ahead, and Hook was relieved to see no sign of that bothersome butler Lionel. Of course, the little prince needs a servant to wait on him hand and foot, Hook thought, rolling his eyes. He always found it odd—off-putting, even—that Charming couldn’t go anywhere without a personal attendant. How soft and pampered could you get?

Hook approached Charming’s door, a sly grin spreading across his face. With a quick glance down the hallway, he slipped his golden hook into the lock, working it with practiced ease. Today, he was wearing his favorite hook—the golden one that added a touch of class to his ensemble. He’d have to be careful not to scratch it. The lock gave way with a soft click, and Hook pushed the door open, slipping inside.

The room smelled of expensive cologne, and everything was arranged perfectly. Typical royal. Hook sneered. He moved to the wardrobe, his eyes scanning the rows of pristine clothes. 

Charming had quite the collection—mostly royal-styled barongs and beige outfits, which made Hook wrinkle his nose. Beige? Ugh, he thought with disdain. Not his color at all. Where was the flair, the vibrancy? Not a single dark or deep color in sight. Charming had such a boring taste in clothes for someone so well-dressed.

Still, a theft was a theft. Hook rifled through the clothes, trying to find something worth taking. Surely the prince won’t miss a few pieces, he thought, tossing aside a particularly dull-looking beige tunic.

What Hook didn’t realize was how much time he’d spent browsing

But time had gotten away from him, and Hook hadn’t realized how long he’d been sifting through the prince’s belongings until he heard the unmistakable sound of the door opening behind him.

“Looking for something?” came a voice that was far too calm for Hook’s liking.

Hook froze, hand halfway through a drawer of silk cravats. Slowly, he turned around, his heart sinking as he locked eyes with Prince Charming standing in the doorway with a smirk, arms crossed over his chest. He hadn’t expected to get caught—he never got caught.

Hook blinked, trying to regain his composure. “Ah skater boy,” he began, straightening up and smoothing his jacket. “This… is not what it looks like.”

Charming raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Really? Because it looks like you’re in my room rifling through my wardrobe.”

Hook swallowed, his mind racing for an excuse. He’d been in tight spots before, but this? This was a mess. “I was, uh… inspecting your clothing choices. Offering a little… constructive criticism, you might say,” Hook replied, flashing a crooked grin, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He wasn’t used to feeling this off-kilter. “No offense, mate, but 50 shades of tan and beige? Really?”

Charming’s expression remained neutral, though there was a glint of something unreadable in his eyes. “And you thought breaking into my room was the best way to offer fashion advice?”

Before Hook could answer, Lionel appeared in the doorway, eyes wide as they flickered between the pirate and the prince. “Am I interrupting, sir? I didn’t expect a guest,” Lionel said, his voice a touch too polite, suspicion creeping in.

Charming, without losing his cool, glanced slightly over his shoulder at Lionel but didn’t shift his focus from Hook. “It’s fine, Lionel. Could you give us a moment?” His tone was dismissive but not unkind, the sort of royal command that left no room for argument.

"Of course, Your Highness," Lionel replied, a touch too formal as he bowed and quickly excused himself, but not without one last curious glance, probably wondering if he had just witnessed the beginnings of some lovers' quarrel. The door closed softly behind him.

The moment Lionel left, Hook let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. He eyed Charming warily, wondering how much trouble he was in. He hated the feeling of being cornered, especially by a royal.

“So…” Hook began, his voice dripping with false confidence. “No need to make this a big deal, yeah? You’re not going to go crying to Merlin, are you?”

Charming’s lips curled into a small smile. “I’m not planning on it, no.”

Sweet relief washed over Hook, but it was short-lived as Charming took a step closer, his tone turning just a shade more serious. “But I can’t just let this slide either, can I?”

Hook swallowed, his bravado faltering for a moment. “I only did this after our little incident,” he blurted out, trying to regain control of the conversation. He gestured vaguely between them, referencing their earlier collision.

Charming tilted his head slightly, as if considering Hook’s words. “And you thought breaking into my room and raiding my wardrobe was the right way to even the score?”

Hook’s mind scrambled for a sweet escape. “Look you don’t need to turn me in,” he said, practically begging now.

Charming considered this for a moment, his gaze flicking over Hook’s disheveled form and the mess of clothes scattered around his room. Then, almost as if a thought occurred to him, his smile returned—this time, sharper. “Actually, I think I might have an idea. Meet me by the castleteria at dinner time.”

“A dinner? You’re not going to tell anyone about this?”

“No, not yet,” Charming replied, his voice smooth but tinged with mischief. “But if you don’t show up, then maybe we’ll reconsider the whole punishment thing.”

Hook’s stomach twisted. He hated feeling like he was at someone’s mercy, especially Charming’s. But something in the prince’s eyes told him this wasn’t just about revenge—it was about leverage. Hook didn’t know what Charming had in mind, but whatever it was, it couldn’t be good.

Still, he nodded, trying to regain his bravado. “Alright, Prince. Dinner date it is.”

Charming smirked, stepping aside to let Hook pass.

Hook left the room, heart still pounding, cursing himself under his breath. He’d been caught, and now, somehow, he was in too deep.

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“Hook, what bullshit did you get into?” Uliana’s voice cut through the room like a whip, her tone sharp with irritation as she lounged on Morgie’s bed, her tentacles subtly shifting.

The five of them were crammed into Hook and Morgie’s shared dorm room, a small space that felt even smaller with Uliana’s dramatic presence filling the air. Hook, on the other hand, was sprawled lazily across his bed, legs crossed like he had not a care in the world, but deep down, his stomach churned with unease. 

Hook glanced at Uliana, who was tapping her nails against her belt buckle.. “Relax, Uliana. It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

“Is it a date?” Morgie piped up, his eyes wide with genuine curiosity as he fiddled with a piece of parchment,

Hook scoffed. “Really, wizard-oo? That’s your question?” The brunnete pirate shot back, but he didn’t quite meet Morgie’s gaze, a flicker of discomfort crossing his face. “It’s not a date, you idiot.”

“You didn’t deny it, Hook, so that means you’re going on a date with that royal eyesore,” Maleficent added with a sly smirk, reclining against the wall. She twirled a strand of dark hair between her fingers.

Hook sat up, trying to regain his composure, his golden hook glinting as he gestured wildly. “He’s got a little rebel streak in him, sure, but a date? With me?” Hook forced a laugh, but it came out a little too harsh. “He’s too soft for that.”

Hades, who had been lounging in the corner, arms folded and his fiery blue hair flickering lazily, chimed in with a smirk of his own. “I dunno, mate. You see those blue streaks he’s rocking these days? Kid’s got a little fire in him. You pick them well, James.”

What did the prince have in mind for him? Why had Charming asked him to meet at dinner? He was good at handling himself, but this was different. Royals had a way of twisting things to their advantage, and he wasn’t sure he’d come out on top this time.

Uliana’s tentacles flexed, her eyes narrowing. “This better not blow back on us, Hook. You get tangled up with that prince, and we’re all screwed. I’ve got enough on my plate without cleaning up your messes.”

Morgie, ever the optimist, gave Hook a hopeful smile. “Maybe it won’t be so bad? You two could, you know... find common ground?” He shrugged, completely oblivious to the heavy glares that Uliana shot his way.

Hook grimaced, rubbing the back of his neck. “Trust me, I don’t belive in common ground I’m a pirate after all. The seas are what matter,” he muttered, but even as he said it, he couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that Charming wasn’t as simple as he’d like to believe. Whatever the prince had planned, Hook had no choice but to play along—for now.

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Lionel watched as Charming’s fencing movements faltered, his usual grace replaced by distracted, half-hearted parries. The clanging of their swords echoed through the gymnasium, but the prince’s mind was clearly somewhere else.

“Sir—I mean, Christopher, what’s the worry face for?” Lionel asked, lowering his sword slightly, his tone a mix of concern with playful scolding. “Your mother would say frowning is terrible for the face.”

Charming winced and laughed, “Ouch. Thanks for that reminder, Lionel.”

Lionel tilted his head, eyeing the prince with the same scrutiny one might give a misbehaving child. “Having love problems, are we?”

Charming hesitated mid-lunge. “Sorta… kinda... undetermined.” He shrugged, trying to mask the uncertainty in his voice with nonchalance.

“I’ll try to make sense of that, sir,” 

Charming straightened up, tossing his sword onto the nearby rack. “I do have a problem,” 

“And what may that be, Your Highness?”

“I lied to my parents,” Charming confessed, running a hand through his streaked hair. “I told them I had someone to bring them for the ball, but... I have no one.”

Lionel gasped theatrically, hand flying to his chest in mock horror. “Oh dear! The end of the world!” 

Charming grinned, though the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Don’t panic. I’ve got it under control. I think…”

“Is that why there was a handsome pirate rummaging through your wardrobe this morning?” he asked with a pointed look. “Is he part of your grand plan?”

Charming blinked, caught off guard. “He’s not that handsome,” he blurted out, the words leaving his mouth before he could stop them. Lionel’s amused smirk only deepened. Charming’s cheeks flushed. “I mean—he’s alright,” he backpedaled quickly, though Lionel’s knowing look said it all.

Lionel chuckled softly, tapping the flat of his sword against the ground. “What would your parents think of him, then? A pirate at the royal ball?”

“They did say every suitor in the kingdom that doesn’t exclude male or pirates. But they’d be terrified,” 

“And here I thought you were planning to bring a princess,” Lionel mused, shaking his head with fond exasperation.

“Well, ‘pirate’ does start with a P,” Charming quipped, unable to suppress his grin. “Might be close enough. Don’t ask for permission ask for forgiveness.”

“The ball’s happening no matter what, Christopher. Your parents are set on it,” Lionel reminded him, though there was no judgment in his voice. He was used to the prince’s antics by now.

Charming nodded, tossing his fencing jacket aside. “Yeah, well, might as well make it a little more exciting.” 

“If I’m going down, I’m going down singing.” The prince sang.

Lionel chuckled, stepping forward to ruffle the prince’s hair. “You’re always causing trouble. But… you're going to be fine, you always are.”

Charming laughed, a bit of the tension easing from his shoulders. “Thanks, Lionel.”

"Just... try not to start a royal scandal this time," 

"Can't make any promises," Charming shot back with a grin.

👑

The night had settled over Merlin Academy, and the castleteria was buzzing. On the lower level, students from various backgrounds sat together, some attempting to eat in peace while others whispered and laughed in tight-knit groups.

The second level, however, was a different story entirely—a separate, glass-enclosed space designed for royal students, a consequence of the infamous "Ariel incident" from freshman year. Uliana, the sea witch, had stirred up a food fight with the sophomore Little Mermaid herself,  (A girl her older sister bullied aswell)

which ended with food flying and a lot of egos bruised. Now, extra security stood guard, and Charming hated it.

It drained his social battery to be so isolated. He used to enjoy mingling, making polite conversation with his peers, but now he found himself perched in this sterile room, looking down at the rest of the academy through the glass window like he was in some kind of fishbowl. 

It didn’t help that Lionel, who usually provided some form of company, was off handling royal duties whenever it was mealtime. So Charming sat alone, poking at his food, waiting.

Well, not exactly alone. He was expecting someone. Or rather, a pirate . The word "victim" had crossed his mind, but that sounded too cruel, and blackmailee was just unpleasant. So, pirate it was.

Charming’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a scuffle outside the door. Voices—loud, irritated voices—drifted in, and he didn’t need to guess who it was.

“Let go of me! Easy on the coat!” came the familiar accent, sharp and indignant.

The guards were clearly manhandling Hook. Charming sighed, standing up from his seat and making his way to the door. He opened it just in time to see one of the guards tugging on Hook’s crimson coat, and Hook, true to form, looking royally pissed off.

“Stop it!” Charming barked, a little more forcefully than usual. “Let him go. He's with me.”

The two guards immediately released Hook, straightening up as they realized their mistake. One of them, the taller one with a stern face, glanced at Charming apologetically. “Apologies, Your Highness. We didn’t know he was—”

“Yeah, clearly,” Hook cut in, brushing off his coat like he’d just been dragged through the mud. “A real fine welcome, I must say.”

The other guard, younger and more nervous, muttered, “We thought he might’ve been here to, uh… cause trouble, Your Highness.”

Charming sighed, rubbing his temples. “He’s not here to cause trouble. I invited him.” He shot a look at Hook. “Sorry about the mix-up.”

Hook crossed his arms, glaring at the guards. “Way to go, Prince. You invite me, then forget to tell your people I’m coming. Real nice lad, aren’t you?”

Charming gave him a sheepish look, stepping forward and placing a hand on Hook’s shoulder—more of a placating gesture than anything. “I said I was sorry.”

Hook immediately shrugged off his hand, the familiar click of his hook against Charming's wrist. “Easy on the coat. You and your lot have already helped it deteriorate faster than it should.”

“Shall we?” he said, gesturing toward the table.

Hook huffed in response but said nothing, striding past the prince and into the dining area. His eyes scanned the lavish room, taking in the gleaming chandeliers, the velvet-lined chairs, and the royal setup. For a moment, Charming saw a flicker of appreciation cross his face—just for a second—before Hook’s usual facade of nonchalance slipped back into place.

“Nice place you’ve got here,” Hook said, though the casual tone didn’t quite match the look in his eyes. “Bit excessive for a meal, don’t you think?”

Charming smirked, crossing his arms as he followed Hook inside. He could see through the pirate’s act. “If it hadn’t been for that food fight with Ariel and your friend during freshman year, none of this would’ve happened.”

“Yeah, well, she was pretty awesome for that.”

Charming rolled his eyes, though a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Right. Let’s just sit and eat before you start a revolution in here too.”

They settled into their seats, a tense silence hanging between them. Charming could feel the weight of Hook’s gaze, sharp and calculating. This wasn’t some casual dinner. Both of them knew it, even if neither wanted to admit it.

The dinner had been silent for too long. Hook, never one to let tension sit without poking at it, decided to break it “So, what are your intentions, Your Highness? You’re a popular bloke around here. Getting lonely?”

Charming’s fork paused mid-air before he set it down, carefully. “I have friends.” His mind flickered to Aladdin and Jasmine, who often joined him for meals, bringing stories of their magic carpets adventures.

Then there were Ella and Bridget, after the two got together they always found time to drop by with baked treats—often enchanted with strange, unpredictable side effects, like turning his hair fully blue or making him float for a few minutes. 

Zelly, ever the life of the party, would bring her chameleon Pascal, and they’d all end up doing karaoke. After all, the royal dining area inexplicably had a karaoke machine tucked in the corner.

“So it’s not loneliness or complete boredom, why have me here?” Hook pressed.

Charming hesitated, trying to maintain a mysterious air. He knew Hook was too clever to show his cards too early. “I have something to ask,” was all he said, keeping his tone casual.

Hook leaned back, a smirk playing on his lips as he lounged in the velvet chair, clearly amused by the prince’s attempt at suspense. “What’s this all about, then? A royal invitation for little old me? You're not planning on throwing me in the dungeons after dessert, are you?”

Charming chuckled, though there was a hint of nervousness behind it. “No dungeons. Just… an arrangement.” He felt Hook’s guard go up instantly, the pirate’s smirk hardening into something more defensive.

“Arrangement?” Hook’s brow arched in mock curiosity, though there was no mistaking the sharpness in his tone. “What sort of arrangement would a prince want from moi ?”

“I need you to be my date,” Charming said, the words slipping out before he could fully gather his nerve. He paused, seeing Hook’s expression shift, and hurried to clarify, “Not in the traditional sense.”

Hook’s face didn’t change much. He leaned in slightly, his gaze sharp, like he was toying with a fish on a hook. “You went to so much trouble to impress me,” Hook said with snobbish amusement, “I’m flattered, but you’re not my type.”

Charming felt his face flush but pushed on. “My parents are throwing me this stupid ball, and I hate it. It’s all about me, and I just—” He suddenly found himself unraveling, words tumbling out in a rush. “I blurted out that I had a date, thinking it would stop them from pressuring me, but now it’s just worse, and I don’t know how to—”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold your horses, Prince,” Hook interrupted with a bemused smirk, holding up his hand. “That’s a lot of whining for me.”

Charming blinked, startled by Hook’s bluntness. Somehow, those few words snapped him out of his spiraling rant. He let out an embarrassed laugh, the tension easing from his shoulders. For a second, he found himself thinking Hook looked oddly…kinda hot. 

The pirate, for all his snark, had an air of control about him that made Charming’s stomach twist in a way he didn’t quite understand.

But Hook was getting up, clearly looking like he was about to leave. He couldn’t let him just walk out, not after coming this far. Desperation flickered in his chest, and he scrambled for a last-ditch effort.

“Wait!” Charming stood quickly, his hand brushing against Hook’s arm as he reached out. “I haven’t told you the benefits yet.”

Hook paused, turning halfway with a knowing gleam in his eyes. “Alright. I’m listening.”

Charming exhaled, thinking quickly. “You’ll get lots of opportunities being seen with me. The ball is in two days. You won’t have to pretend for long. You’ll get to live lavishly, and you don’t have to worry about me telling anyone about your… thieving incident.”

Hook’s eyes flickered, but instead of biting, he turned fully away, stepping toward the door. Charming felt his heart sink. He'd blown it. This was going to be harder than he thought—time for Plan B, whatever that was.

Then, Hook stopped, glancing over his shoulder with a smirk that made Charming’s pulse quicken. “I’ll do it.”

“What?” 

“I said I’ll do it,” Hook repeated, turning fully now, his expression unreadable. “I’ll be your boyfriend. For rent, of course.”

Charming bristled slightly. “That doesn’t sound very nice.”

“Well, that’s the reality, babe,” Hook teased, the last word slipping off his tongue like a taunt. The prince stiffened at the word. He didn’t like the way it sounded coming from Hook’s mouth. Or maybe he liked it too much, and that was the problem.

“Fine, we’ll talk tomorrow, lay down the ground rules. We can discuss everything over breakfast.”

“Blah, blah, so boring. You don’t need so many pleasantries to fake-date me, you know. We’re not writing a treaty.”

Charming stepped closer, his face inching into Hook’s space. “I’ll pick you up in the morning. We’ll discuss the plan then.”

Hook gave him a mocking grin, eyes flicking down between them before meeting Charming’s gaze again. “You just love a good scheme and a meal, don’t you? That’s pathetic—and kinda cute, actually.”

Something inside Charming snapped at that last line. “Who are you calling pathetic?” he growled, stepping even closer until they were face to face.

Hook’s eyes danced with amusement, but there was something else beneath the surface, something unreadable. For a brief moment, they stood there in awkward silence, close enough to feel each other’s breaths, their hands grazing.

The bell rang suddenly, cutting through the moment and pulling them back to reality. Charming took a step back, clearing his throat. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked, his princely demeanor slipping back into place, though his voice was quieter than before.

Hook smirked, already slipping toward the door. “You know where to find me, Your Highness .”

Charming was still screwed how was he going to pull this sham? But he did make some progress he just hoped the pirate didn’t cause too much trouble.

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[dwtdog]

slightly longer drabble for fem dnf week day 2🥳🥳

--

Dream hums as she spins her lock, a song she’d heard on the car radio that morning perpetually stuck in her head. The click of the lock as it reaches each number is in tune with the beat, and it makes her grin something crazy. 

With a final twist, the lock clicks open, and she’s able to swing the door of her locker out, stopping it just in time from hitting her friend, Nic, square in the face. Nic gives her a look, but Dream is hardly fazed- the shorter girl always has plenty of glares to go around. 

The song playing in her head comes to an end as she rifles through her backpack, pulling out the books she won’t need for the rest of the day, and hefting them up and into the locker. She takes a moment to admire it, as she always does. She’d taken care when decorating at the beginning of the year, enlisting her mom and sister to help make some cute decorations, but the star of the show is Dream’s prized collection of magazine cuttings- cheerleaders from all over the country, in all sorts of poses, decorating the entire inside of the locker door. 

She’d been collecting them for years at this point, after begging her parents for a subscription to a cheerleading magazine, and the selection she’d chosen for school had been meant to inspire her. Tricky poses and tight uniforms, all the better to motivate her own performance.

Nic snorts. Dream tilts her head, peering around the edge of her locker, to see Nic crossing her arms and giving her another sort of look. This one is less reproachful and more- knowing. Dream hates it.

“Nicole,” Dream says pleasantly, rearranging the backpack in her arms. “Can I help you?”

“Oh, don't worry about me. I can see you were having some quality time, enjoying those pictures of yours,” Nic responds, shrugging. 

Dream sighs dramatically, taking one last look at the pictures before closing the locker door. Her eyes linger on exposed stomachs and bare shoulders, so perfectly tanned. Her skin just never seems to get that way.

“You wouldn’t get it,” she says, throwing her backpack strap over her shoulder. “All you do is play basketball or whatever. We don’t even have a girls team.”

Nic just laughs, joining Dream as they head for class together. Neither of them like chemistry all that much, but it’s made more enjoyable when they sit together, heads bent over a shared desk as they exchange gossip. The teacher, a senile old man, is too absorbed in drawing meaningless molecular bonds on the board to notice. 

“I heard Jimmy has a new girlfriend,” Nic whispers as soon as they’re seated. She meets Dream’s eyes expectantly, tapping her fingers in rapid succession. “That bitch Tiffany.”

Dream smiles immediately. “Oh, I love Tiffany! Did you see her prom dress last year? The red was so perfect for her.”

“As if!” Nic says, a touch too loud. Dream elbows her in the ribs, giggling. “She stole your boyfriend!” she murmurs, voice peaking with disbelief.

“Oh, but we broke up a week ago?” Dream glances at the board, trying, for a moment, to decipher it. She gets as far as identifying a hydrogen bond before she gives up, turning her full attention back to an indigent Nic. 

Nic just shakes her head, drawing a hand down her face. “Whatever,” she mutters.

The rest of class passes as normal, when Dream starts telling Nic about her upcoming routine for the first football game of the season. She even draws out a few diagrams in the notebook she’s meant to be taking chem notes in, appreciative of Nic’s rapt attention.

When the bell rings, a shrill sound that makes Dream’s ears ache a bit, the two are quick to push their chairs back and collect their things. 

One more period, and they’re free.

Dream likes her English class, and her English teacher, but not their seating chart. The teacher had realized, after the first day, that Dream and Nic were not to be trusted to sit together, so Dream had been assigned a seat in the far back corner of the room, and Nic up at the front. 

It sours her good mood a bit to part ways, but it immediately brightens when she notices a girl in the seat that’d been empty for the first few weeks of year. She’s got dark hair and pale skin, and a pouty look on her face where she’s slumped at the desk.

“I like your shirt,” Dream says when she’s close, hovering in front of the girls desk and looking down at her with wide eyes. 

She glances down, as if reminding herself of what the aforementioned shirt is, before meeting Dream’s gaze with dark eyes. “Thanks,” she smiles, a small thing, and Dream’s heart beats harder for a moment. She loves making friends! “I cut it myself.” She sits up slightly, revealing that the shirt is indeed cropped, falling to just above her belly button. 

“That’s so cool,” Dream gushes, glancing disparagingly down at her own outfit. “I tried that once, but it came out all- weird. Like I didn’t cut it right. Maybe I need to try it again,” she smiles, finally moving to sit at her own desk but keeping her body fully facing the other girl. “What’s your name, by the way? I’m Dream.”

“Dream,” the girl says, her lips moving fully with each letter. “I like that. I’m George.”

It sends a little thrill down Dream’s spine, to see the way George tilts her dead defiantly, as if expecting Dream to push back against her name, or question it. Instead, she says-

“George, George, George,” drawing out the vowels like George had done for her name. It tastes like candy on her lips, addictive. “So cool. Are you new here?”

And that kicks off their conversation. They spend the entirety of English talking and talking, cursory glances to make sure they haven’t been caught the only attention they pay to the material. 

Dream learns that George is from London, that her family had only just moved and she’d had to start late. That she thinks Florida is nice, due to all the sun, and that she likes cats a whole lot. In turn, Dream tells her about her large family, her best friend Nic, and the cheerleading team. 

“Do you like cheerleading?” Dream asks tentatively, tapping her pencil against her thigh. “It’s okay if you don’t obviously, but I kind of talk about it a lot, so, sorry if you don’t.”

“I- I don’t really know?” George says, and Dream notices that her eyes are following the motion of the pencil. “We didn’t really have it at my old school.”

Dream gasps, affronted. “That’s terrible! You have to come to our practice tonight. We’re going through our whole routine, it’ll be like- like a little introduction! Just for you,” she beams, happy butterflies filling her stomach at the thought of George watching her perform. 

“Okay,” George says immediately, smiling right back. It’s at that moment, of course, that the bell rings again. Dream glances at the clock, surprised. It had felt like no time at all, but class really is over. George stands, the skin of her stomach shifting as she does. “See you there, then?”

Dream nods, jumping up from her own seat. “On the field! In an hour,” she adds, scribbling it down on a piece of paper to pass to George, along with the number of her Blackberry. “Text me if you get lost.”

George takes the paper when Dream offers it, their hands brushing in the process. George feels cold, and for a small moment, Dream is half tempted to offer up her jacket. But the moment passes, George tucking the paper into a pocket of hr dark jeans, waving over her shoulder as she leaves. 

Dream doesn’t even notice that she’s been rooted in the same spot, staring, until Nic appears at her side, flicking her shoulder. “Uh, Earth to Dream. Don’t you need to get ready for practice?”

--

George comes to practice that day, and the day after that, and every practice for the rest of the football season. She comes to all the games too, sitting in the same spot on the bleachers every time- the spot with the best consistent view of the cheer team. 

Dream always waves during practice, as many times as she can. It’s harder during games, with her mind entirely focused on the routine and everything she needs to do, but she always looks George’s way, and meets her after each and every game.

George doesn’t have a car- Dream is happy to drive her home. She only accepts half of the time, often citing that she enjoys the fresh air of walking home. Dream does her best to hide it, but George sees the way her face falls when she refuses

Tonight, after the final football game of the season, George accepts happily. It’s a chilly night in December, and she’s only wearing a jacket- Dream’s. It’s bright green, entirely outside of George’s usual range of colors but- it’s Dream’s.

Dream, the delightful idiot who still hasn’t realized she’s totally crushing on George.

It would be fun to watch, if George hadn’t fallen hopelessly in love with the other girl from the moment of their first meeting. Love is probably too strong a word, but she quite likes it. She spends way too much time just turning it over and over in her mind, Dream and love and love and Dream. 

Dream is fighting with the lock across from George as she stands, shivering, outside the passenger door. George doesn’t know how Dream isn’t cold- she’s still got her cheerleading outfit on, their school colors gaudy against her tanned skin, freckles spilling down her bare shoulders. George wants to touch.

Finally, the locks click open, and George is able to open her door, to slide into the roomy seats of Dream’s car. It’s not a particularly nice car, but George loves it because it smells like Dream. 

It also smells and looks a bit like George, a pair of George’s shoes stashed in the back seat, an empty can of her favorite soda left in the cupholder. George and Dream, Dream and George. As it should be.

Dream is smiling when George looks up, her green eyes bright with adrenaline. She’s told George a million times how much fun she has performing her cheer routines, how good she feels when they go off without a hitch. And tonight had been spectacular, even by George’s untrained eye- or, she supposes, her recently trained eye. An entire season of going to games to watch the pretty cheerleader you have a crush on will give you a good idea of the sport. 

“You did good,” George says, flinging her feet up on the dash. “The whole squad did. Everyone around me was super into it.”

Dream touches George’s shoulder for a moment, an excited little motion. She waves her hands as she explains, the car sitting idle as they talk late into the night, as the parking lot empties around them.

George is more than happy to watch her in all her excitement, the way she picks through every motion of the routine, every place she could have done better, every improvement the other girls had made. She’s critical, but encouraging. Sweet, but smart, and George can’t seem to look away from her plush lips. 

“Oh,” she says, after recounting the end of the game, when they’d rushed the field to celebrate. “Jimmy talked to me on the field.”

George wrinkles her nose. “What did he want?”

“He asked if I’d want to go out with him again. He said it just seemed right, since they’d just won,” Dream is growing slightly, and George hates it. Stupid Jimmy and his stupid ideas.

“And?” George prompts, swallowing back the pit of jealousy crawling up her throat, bitter. 

“I told him I was over him,” Dream says, the smile returning to her face, although it’s lost some of its luster. “That he and Tiffany are good for each other.”

“And you meant it?” George asks before she can stop herself, biting her lip as soon as the words have left her mouth. 

Dream’s eyebrows draw together, and her lips twist as she thinks. “I did, yeah,” she says at last. “I mean, obviously. I never really liked him that much. But why’d you ask?”

“Because he’s- y’know- the football star. Hottest guy in school,” she says the last part with a touch too much of the irony that dogs her words anytime she tries to talk about guys like the other girls do. “All the girls love him,” she tacks on, hoping to hide her stumble.

But Dream only meets her eyes with an oddly knowing gaze. But she ruins it when she says- “Well all the other girls haven’t had to kiss him. It’s like making out with a dog, all slobbery.”

“You’ve made out with a dog?” George asks, faux indignation punctuated by a dramatic raise of her hands to clutch at her heart. “That explains everything.”

“Ew- god no, shut up George, oh my god,” Dream stumbles, giggling. “It was a metaphor. Maybe if you paid any attention in English you’d get it.”

But George is already laughing, chest shaking with it. She has to bring her legs down to rest on the floor, doubling over as Dream continues to protest. They both quiet down after a long few moments, and George sits up to see Dream staring right at her, eyes wide. 

“What- Is there something on my face?” George asks, yanking down the mirror to check. 

“No, no,” Dream says, voice oddly pitched up. “It's just uh- you have a really nice laugh, George.”

George feels the blood flow to her cheeks, heating her face in an instant. “Oh, uh, thanks Dream. You too,” and now it’s her turn to stumble over the words, her eyes darting anywhere but Dream’s face.

“And you have nice hands,” Dream continues, like a dam has been opened. “Like, look, okay, hold yours up.” And Dream holds up a hand between them, fingers spread. George, entirely at her mercy, obeys, holding her hand up to Dream’s.

Her mouth waters when she sees the way her fingers are dwarfed by Dream’s, the way they fit together perfectly. It’s as if all function in her mind grinds to a halt, entirely focused on the point of contact. 

“Wow,” Dream breathes, seemingly in the same position as George. She bends the tips of her fingers so they fold over the top of George’s, only serving to further emphasize the difference. She’s so warm, and George is so gone. 

It’s a rash decision, to move her hand so that their fingers slide together, palms pressed together. It’s even better than before, all-encompassing and George has to bite back a squeak when Dream squeezes, as if testing something.

“This is nice,” Dream says at last, like nice is the sort of word that can encompass the thoughts racing through George’s mind, surely escaping her, projecting her feelings all over the small interior of the car. “Your hands feel so- so different from uh, Jimmy’s,” she says, and flexes her fingers again.

George takes a breath. 

“Good different?” George presses, already knowing the answer. She’s suddenly very aware of how alone they are, how empty the parking lot is. How no one would see if she leaned in, if they-

“Yeah. Really good,” Dream says. She lets her hand fall, drawing George’s with it, to rest in the space between them. And George can see her face again, the way pink dusts her cheeks, the way her pupils have doubled in size.

“Interesting,” George says, like she isn’t buzzing to take and take and take.

“Have you ever had a boyfriend?” Dream asks suddenly, her eyes flicking to somewhere just over George’s head. “If you want to say, I guess. You just never really talk about dating, so I don’t know if you’re comfortable-”

“Nah,” George says, cutting her panicked ramble off and squeezing her hand comfortingly. “I was never really interested in-” boys “-dating.”

“Oh,” Dream tilts her head, as if considering. “So you’ve never- You’ve never kissed anyone before?”

George shrugs. “Uhm, I guess not.” She shifts in her seat, Dream’s gaze hot on her face. “And no, I haven’t kissed any dogs, before you ask.”

That gets a smile and a laugh out of Dream, and George relaxes marginally. Until, of course, Dream says-

“Do you want to try?” 

George blinks at her. Dream blinks back, her makeup somehow still perfect even after an entire cheer routine. Her lips are deliciously pink, and George knows she sees the way her eyes linger there.

“You’d let me?” George asks, breathless. It’s too open, too indicative of the unspoken truth of her existence but- It’s Dream. 

Dream’s throat bobs as she swallows. “I would. It’d be- fun. I think.”

“Okay,” George says.

“Okay,” Dream says.

And George leans in, disconnecting their fingers when she realizes the angle will be off. She sees the way Dream’s eyes flick to their separated hands, the small look of disappointment, before she’s leaning in too, eyes sliding shut. George keeps hers open until the last moment, until her lips touch Dream’s and the world vanishes around them.

It’s a sweet, gentle kiss. Dream, conscious of George’s inexperience, probably, barely moves, just letting the moment go on and on. George wants to live in it forever, but she also wants to move.

So she pulls back, but only just. Dream is slow to reopen her eyes, lips still parted as she stares and stares at George.

“Again?” George asks. Dream nods. “But- You can move this time, okay?” Their lips are nearly brushing already. “Show me.”

[inkofamethyst]

May 7, 2025

Okay, so, yes, I passed. Relieved, exhausted.

I didn't get much sleep the night before. Stayed up late to finalize the presentation plus lots of anxious energy. Wore my navy suit for the first time since I'd been here (and I looked amazing). Got to the room early, got set up, two of the three examiners were on Zoom lol. They asked me to leave before I started my actual defense, and I just texted my turquoise-friend for like five minutes. They invited me back in and were like "so yea you passed but we still do want to hear you talk through the comments" which is crazy and I don't know if I processed it at that moment (I probably did, I think I relaxed a tiny bit), but then I went into the presentation and it was good. Good conversation, I think I managed to articulate myself alright and generally held my own. It felt a lot less stressful than the practice I'd done several days before with just graduate students, actually. Maybe because I was more prepared. We went about fifteen minutes over time, but I got through everything and then passed!

My plan was to go back to my apartment for a quick nap before heading off to my computational biology class, but my postdoc texted me like "hey can you come to the office rq so we can chat about a lab thing" and then I get to the office and she'd thrown a little celebration with our "subgroup" plus my island-friend :D It was soooooo sweet and honestly was a wonder that I didn't cry. There was the cutest cake (tbh the best chocolate cake I'd ever had in my life and that's high praise bc I typically don't even like chocolate cake) and pastries and we just hung out while I decompressed for an hour and a half or so. So, so, so, so incredibly thankful for that gathering, actually.

Went to class and was literally nodding off constantly during lecture which I felt awful about because we had a guest speaker and he seemed so sweet but I just physically could not keep my eyes open. Decided not to go to recitation for the first time this semester. Turns out the TA wasn't able to make it anyway, and I wouldn't have found out until much much later, so I am supremely glad I didn't force myself to stay for hours for no reason (even though I know that all was just luck). Plus we learned of a two-day extension for our problem sets in that class. Score!

I was far too tired to go to the guitar shop that day, so I napped for three hours then randomly started watching AP Bio (which is hilarious) then slept for another several hours.

I went to the guitar shop the next day, bought some picks (I think I'll mostly be doing fingerstyle, but a lot of punk rock/pop punk is picked, I think) and a strap (it's got roses on it!! not sure if I'll need to get a pad for the shoulder though), but they didn't have the exact book I was looking for. There are a few other places I'll check for it (there's a yarn shop near one of them where I may check for some cotton fingering), but I may have to settle for a different option. We'll see, we'll see.

Hung out with my island-friend a lot that following day. She's going through a rough patch socially. I think this program has generally been a rough patch socially for her. She said she thought I was very stable. I think my turquoise-friend thinks much the same. I don't feel particularly stable. I think I carry a lot of nervous energy and that I tend toward insecurity, though I also think knowing that tendency helps me avoid the dark patterns that can lead to spiraling, at least, for the most part. I like to think that writing as an outlet helps. There are triggers that I'm less prepared for though, I think. I'd like to operationalize(?) them.

Admittedly, I've been taking it a little easy these past few days, considering that I have two assignments due Sunday and another due Monday, plus social events toward the end of the week and into the weekend, but ehhhhh. They'll get done.

Today I'm thankful that they're not kicking me out of the program!

Postscript: I just watched this video of this lady who literally spent probably 100 hours total weaving her own fabric to use for a cosplay, and it was probably the most I've ever seen any fiber artist be dedicated to their final product. I've seen historical costumers using period sewing techniques, cosplayers gather together to order specific tartans in bulk for accuracy, insane beadwork and embroidery, but this woman's craft has me awestruck. The result was beautiful, the process intensive. Beyond just weaving: sourcing the threads, learning the terminology, learning the mechanics, dyeing the threads, physically weaving... I grew exhausted just watching it. I've considered learning to weave on smaller looms (because of course I have), but I can't say I'm drawn to that particular craft at such a large scale. But uh, now that I know it's an option...

Post postscript: I hadn't listened through Monaco 2 because I wasn't super impressed by Eternal Strands, but Cocktail Party came on as a recommended song after my thousandth or so playthrough of Towerborne, and it SLAPPED like immediately. And the fact that it was Austin that made me sit up and pay attention like that?? aaaahhh. That man. His mind. Anyway, will have to listen through Monaco 2 I guess. Also? The bass in that song? That one should be fun to transcribe :)

[bi-lavelent]

Lone Wolf (Quinn Fabary x Fem-reader part17)

Warning: Fluff, Angst, Cussing, Bullying, Smut

McKinley high glee club:

Schue held up a list ranking all of the Glee members based off sexiness.

“This is serious principal Figgins is threatening to disband the club.” Schue said

“Why are we playing this game we all know it was Puck.” Santana said

“Back off I didn’t do squat.” Puck said

“Then why’s your girlfriend first on the glist.” Tina said

“Why is Puck even at the top? He should be, like, negative 3000.” Hope said

“Why are you bullying me?” Puck asked

“Because my sisters not here anymore to knock you down a couple pegs.” Hope said

“The only reason your sister hates me is cause she wants to get into the pants of all the girls I’ve had sex with.” Puck said

“Well I didn’t know that. If wasn’t you it was Jesse.” Hope said

“Why me?” Jesse said

“Cause you finally got away from the low lighted library and realized Rachel looks like an ogre. That’s why you put Mostly all women at the top.” Hope said

“Stop no one’s accusing anybody of anything seriously Puck did you do it?” Schue asked

“I said no I’m a delinquent sure I like setting stuff on fire and beating up pepole I don’t know. I own that. But I’m not a liar.” Puck said

“What to say it’s not one of the women.” Hope said

“Yeah like you.” Rachel said

“Hello no if it was me I wouldn’t be in sixth place. I would put myself at the top baby.” Hope said

“Okay here’s the important point between this and posting coach Sylvester’s personal video on YouTube. You guys are getting a pretty bad reputation.” Schue said

“Why is that a bad thing maybe if we seem more dangerous people would stop flushing my glasses down the toilet.” Artie said

“Look things are hard right now I get it your under a lot of pressure with regionals coming up and I know that winning sectionals hasn’t had the positive effect on your popularity that a lot of you thought it would. But becoming what you despise is not the answer.” Schue said

“Man this song is whack.” Mercedes said

“No it’s not it’s a terrific song on a long list of top hits that because of time or some bad press has become a joke and like you guys it time to start rehabilitating it’s bad reputation. The assignment for the week is for all of you to find songs like this mine them for what works and make them great again and then hopefully you can apply this musical lesson to your own lives.” Schue said

“This song should be arrested for the crime of sucking.” Jesse said

“You wanna bet.” Schue said

Yo VIP, let's kick it Ice, ice baby Ice, ice baby

Alright stop, collaborate and listen Ice is back with my brand new invention Something grabs a hold of me tightly Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly Will it ever stop? Yo, I don't know Turn off the lights, and I'll glow

To the extreme, I rock a mic like a vandal Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle Dance, go rush to the speaker that booms I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom

Deadly, when I play a dope melody Anything less than the best is a felony Love it or leave it, you better gangway You better hit bull's eye, the kid don't play If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice, ice baby Vanilla Ice, ice baby

Vanilla Ice, ice baby Vanilla Ice, ice baby Vanilla

Now that the party is jumping With the bass kicked in, and the Vegas are pumping Quick to the point, to the point, no faking Cooking MCs like a pound of bacon Burning them, if you ain't quick and nimble I go crazy when I hear a cymbal And a hi-hat with a souped up tempo I'm on a roll, it's time to go solo

Rollin' in my 5.0 With my rag-top down so my hair can blow The girlies on standby, waving just to say "Hi" "Did you stop?" No, I just drove by Kept on, pursuing to the next stop I busted a left, and I'm heading to the next block The block was dead, yo So I continued to A1A Beachfront Avenue

Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis Jealous, 'cause I'm out getting mine Shay with a gauge, and Vanilla with a nine Ready for the chumps on the wall The chumps acting ill because they're full of eight ball Gunshots rang out like a bell I grabbed my nine, all I heard were shells Falling on the concrete real fast

Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas Bumper to bumper, the avenue's packed I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack Police on the scene, you know what I mean They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice, ice baby Vanilla Ice, ice baby Vanilla Ice, ice baby Vanilla Ice, ice baby Vanilla

Take heed 'cause I'm a lyrical poet Miami's on the scene, just in case you didn't know it My town, that created all the bass sound Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground 'Cause my style's like a chemical spill Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel Conducted and formed, this is a hell of a concept

We make it hype, and you want to step With this, Shay plays on the fade Slice like a ninja, cut like a razor blade So fast, other DJs say "Damn!" If my rhyme was a drug, I'd sell it by the gram

Keep my composure, when it's time to get loose Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it Check out the hook while D-Shay revolves it

Ice, ice baby Vanilla Ice, ice baby Vanilla Ice, ice baby Vanilla Ice, ice baby Vanilla Ice Yo man, let's get out of here Word to your mother

Ice, ice baby, too cold Ice, ice baby, too cold, too cold Ice, ice baby, too cold, too cold Ice, ice baby, too cold, too cold

“Pls don’t rap again or else I will walk out that door.” Hope said

“So Jesse, Hope do you think this song still sucks?” Schue asked

“No but please I’m begging you never rap again.” Hope said

At Crawford

“okay guys this weeks theme is songs that got canceled. Originally it was gonna be country songs that got canceled. But I’ve realized that country artist can get away with saying almost anything. So find a song that was canceled rather by the public or by the industry as a whole or by the artist themselves. Like Eminem with cleaning out my closet.” I said

”An example please.” Jess said

“Okay. Loretta lanes the pill.” I said

You wined me and dined me When I was your girl Promised if I'd be your wife You'd show me the world But all I've seen of this old world Is a bed and a doctor bill I'm tearin' down your brooder house 'Cause now I've got the pill

All these years I've stayed at home While you had all your fun And every year that's gone by Another baby's come There's a gonna be some changes made Right here on nursery hill You've set this chicken your last time 'Cause now I've got the pill

This old maternity dress I've got Is goin' in the garbage The clothes I'm wearin' from now on Won't take up so much yardage Miniskirts, hot pants and a few little fancy frills Yeah I'm makin' up for all those years Since I've got the pill

I'm tired of all your crowin' How you and your hens play While holdin' a couple in my arms Another's on the way This chicken's done tore up her nest And I'm ready to make a deal And ya can't afford to turn it down 'Cause you know I've got the pill

This incubator is overused Because you've kept it filled The feelin' good comes easy now Since I've got the pill It's gettin' dark it's roostin' time Tonight's too good to be real Oh, but daddy don't you worry none 'Cause mama's got the pill Oh, daddy don't you worry none 'Cause mama's got the pill

I went home and started looking for songs.

“What is your lesson in glee club this week?” I asked Santana

“Finding songs that lost their traction because of bad press or too much time. How about you babe what do you have to do.” Santana asked

“Pretty much the same songs that have been canceled rather by the public, the industry or the artist themselves.” I said

“Well maybe we could help each other look. I mean we’re not competing against each other yet.” Santana said

I stopped by McKinley the next day I was sitting in Coach Sylvester’s office.

“Coach Sylvester will you please put me and Brittnay at the front of the next cheer performance.” Santana said running in

“No we are supposed to be there right Coach Sylvester.” Mercedes said

“Calm down will you. Also I have no say in what you guys will do.” I said sitting in Sues chair

“Why are you here?” Santana asked

“My monthly meeting with Sue.” I said

“What is she your therapist?” Kurt asked

“Yes, Yes, I am trust me I know more about her than you guys do.” Sue said

“Sue play nice they were just asking a question.” I said

“They put a video of me on the internet.” Sue said

“THEY did what? IF I found out that was ANY OF YOU THREE. YOU know what just know that when I found out who it is that I will have a serious talking with you and By that I Mean I will find a video of them and post it on the internet. unless the person who posted the video comes here by the end of the day and APOLOGIZES.” I said angrily

“Everyone except for Y/N get out now.” Sue yelled

“Anything else I should know.” I asked

“There’s a glee sex list circling around.” Sue said

“I leave for a couple months and those kids act like there’s no consequences.” I said

“How are you doing?” Sue asked

“Not good Sue, I have fallen head over hills in love with her and I’m scared the lay person who I felt like this about was the father of my child and he left me. What if she leaves me.” I said

“Are you kidding me I’m rooting for you and Santana.” Sue said

“Thanks sometimes I just don’t think that she feels the same. I feel like every second I’m not here at McKinley she fades further away from me.” I said

“Santana hi how long have you been standing there.” Sue asked I refused to look back

“Coach can I have a moment ?” Santana asked

“Sure.” Sue said

“Baby look at me. I do feel the same okay I agree that it hard to be apart I do but nothing gonna change my feelings for you and I was thinking that after regionals that maybe I could transfer.” Santana said

“No you’re not throwing away being a cheerio for me.” I said

“It isn’t for you. If I have a chance to be stuck here in Lima then I’d rather be out of here and if that means being at the same school as you then I would be happy to be there with you.” Santana said

“I didn’t want to be a burden to you but I’ve just been really worried about us lately.” I said

“There’s no more need to worry. Come on let’s go ditch school together in the library in the computer room.” Santana said

“No one uses the computer room.” I said

“You’re right it’s the perfect place to make out.” Santana said

“Hell yeah.” I said

We were sat in the computer room making out when we heard music. We went out of the computer room to see Kurt, Mercedes, Tina, Artie and Brittnay dancing and singing can’t touch this.

You can't touch this You can't touch this You can't touch this You can't touch this

My, my, my, my (You can't touch this) Music hits me so hard Makes me say "Oh, my Lord Thank you for blessing me With a mind to rhyme and two hyped feet"

It feels good when you know you're down A super dope homeboy from the Oaktown And I'm known as such And this is a beat, uh, you can't touch

I told you, homeboy You can't touch this Yeah, that's how we livin', and ya know You can't touch this

Look in my eyes, man You can't touch this Yo, let me bust the funky Iyrics You can't touch this

Fresh new kicks and pants You got it like that Now you know you wanna dance So, move outta your seat And get a fly girl And catch this beat While it's rolling

Hold on Pump a little bit and let 'em know it's going on Like that, like that Cold on a mission, so fall on back Let 'em know that you're too much And this is a beat, uh, they can't touch

Yo, I told you You can't touch this Why you standing there, man? You can't touch this Yo, sound the bell, school's in, sucker You can't touch this

Give me a song or rhythm Making them sweat, that's what I'm giving them Now, they know You talk about the Hammer When you're talkin 'bout a show That's hyped and tight Singers are sweatin' So pass them a wipe or a tape To learn What it's gonna take in the 90's to burn The chart's legit Either work hard or you might as well quit

That's word, because, you know You can't touch this You can't touch this Break it down!

Stop, Hammer time!

"Go with the flow", it is said If you can't groove to this, then you probably are dead So, wave your hands in the air Bust a few moves Run your fingers through your hair

This is it, for a winner Dance to this and you're gonna get thinner Now move, slide your rump Just for a minute, let's all do the bump (Bump, bump, bump)

Yeah You can't touch this Look, man You can't touch this

You'll probably get hyped, boy, 'cause you know you can't You can't touch this Ring the bell, school's back in Break it down!

Stop, Hammer time!

You can't touch this You can't touch this You can't touch this Break it down!

Stop, Hammer time!

Every time you see me That Hammer's just so hype I'm dope on the floor And I'm magic on the mic

Now, why would I ever Stop doing this With others making records That just don't hit?

I toured around the world From London to The Bay It's "Hammer! Go, Hammer! MC Hammer! Yo, Hammer!" And the rest can go and play "U Can't Touch This"

You can't touch this You can't touch this Yeah You can't touch this

I told you You can't touch this Too hype, you can't touch this Yo, we're outta here You can't touch this

“That was very cute I’m gonna talk to my pastor and see if I can’t get you guys to perform that for our Sunday service.” The librarian said

“Just a Normal day at McKinley.” I said

“Let’s get back to what we were doing.” Santana said

“You know we could just go out to my car I can put window covers up that way we can make sure that no one sees us.” I said

“Hell yeah.” Santana said

We went out to my car I put up the sun protector in all the windows and we continued to make out.

I got called into Mr.Schue’s office.

“Admit it you made a list of people in glee to have sex with.” Schue said

“Can I see what you’re talking about.” I said

“Here.” He said showing the paper

“No, yes that’s definitely a list but it’s not my list. My list consists of four names

1. Santana

2. Quinn

3. Brittnay

4. Tina

Trust me if Tina’s not on the list and Brittnay’s in fourth and Santanas in second trust me I didn’t make this list. But I would totally post a revised one with the actual hot members of the glee club which wouldn’t have Puck in third but dead fucking last. Know if you ask anyone ask the top four. I also would have ranked them over who to have sex with.” I said leaving

“Hey Y/N one last thing Rachel wanted me to invite you to see her music video tomorrow during glee. If you can’t make it.” Schue said

“Yeah I’ll be there.” I said

The next day during glee I was sat next to Santana as it was the only open seat. Not that I was complaining. “Listen up another week as almost passed if a list goes up later today this issue is out of hands and it becomes principal Figgins jurisdiction.” Mr.Schue said

“Seriously Mr.Schue whoever made the list isn’t gonna come forward so will just bend over and take what’s coming.” Finn said

“That’s not true okay I lied it was me but it isn’t based off sexiest from my view it’s based off who the school finds the sexiest.” I said

“Why am I fourth?” Brittnay asked

“Because if I put three women first Schue would have definitely known it was me. I stand by what I said to Schue if it was from my point of view Santana, Then Quinn, Then Brittnay.” I said

“No tell us the entire way you would rank us?” Santana said

“You know what yeah if you actually made the list tell us unless you want us to think that you would fuck Puck.” Finn said

“Santana, Quinn, Brittnay, Tina, Mercedes, Rachel, Artie, Mike, Kurt, Finn, Matt, Hope, Puck.” I said

“You find your sister sexy.” Finn said

“No but I don’t want to kill her when I look at her. But I want to kill Puck when I look at him.” I said

”Okay well then let’s get to it Rachel how about you show us your bad reputation project.” Schue said

“I would like to say a few words first but I know that a motion picture should stand on its own. I do realize that some of you are not well versed in the complex vocabulary of the filmic arts. I expect that this video will go over the heads of some of our less cultured teammates. So let me just say I hope you enjoy my bad reputation.” Rachel said

“Why don’t we take a moment to absorb what we just watched.” Rachel said

“No this is garbage.” Finn said

“Finn.” Schue said

“No he’s right. first of all I need to trust my instincts more because I had a feeling when we were shooting that. That it was not gonna be good.” Puck said

“Why didn’t you tell me they were gonna be in this to. I thought that you and I were going out. Being triple cast with two other guys to play opposite your girlfriend it’s mortifying.” Jesse said

“It was an artistic statement.” Rachel said

“No it wasn’t it was you trying to look like you had a bunch of guys fighting over you so you can stop looking like some kind of outcast and be seen as some hot sluty girl singer.” Finn said getting up and going over to Rachel “How could you do this to me. To all us guys is your stupid reputation more important than your relationships.” Finn said leaving followed by Jesse

“Jesse wait.” Rachel said

“Rachel that was more embarrassing than Y/N ranking all of us.” Quinn said

“I agree I am some more embarrassed by second hand embarrassment than I was when that tape got leaked.” I said

After class Quinn hoped in my car.

“What are you doing?” I asked

“You didn’t post that sheet.” Quinn said

”Yes I did.” I said

“No you didn’t because I did.” Quinn said

“Why?” Quinn said

“My popularity has been taken away, my body has been taken away everything. So I put myself above everybody else.” Quinn said

“Well if it makes you feel better I will always see you as top of the food chain. Look I know that I don’t know what it’s like to be popular and lose it. But that list really hurt me so if you don’t mind letting me believe that I made the list and that’s why I’m not on it and that don’t view me as much of a loser as you view Kurt, Artie, Mercedes and Tina. Then I’ll be fine.” I said

“I don’t view you as a loser.” Quinn said

“Oh really well then why am I not on the list. Look I put you in second and I stand by that you are one of the sexiest people in that glee club.” I said

“Then why was Santana higher?” Quinn asked

“Because I am dating her. Oh shit I shouldn’t have said that.” I said

“Don’t worry your keeping me having a crush on Rachel a Secret I will keep you and Santana a secret although the whole glee club already knows.” Quinn said

“What how?” I asked

”You too can’t keep your hands off each other. The entire glee club meeting your hand was on her crotch.” Quinn said

“Well it still doesn’t explain why I wasn’t on the list.” I said

“Because Rachel’s not my number one girl crush anymore you are but I also knew that I put you high on the list Santana would be all up in my business you got a jealous one you know.” Quinn said

“Yes I’m aware I find it hot.” I said

“Okay well I’m gonna drive home, I’ll talk to you again soon.” Quinn said getting out of my car

“Bye.” I said

I drove off back towards Santanas house.

“So what do you see number one takes you for a spin.” Santana said as soon as I opened the door

“Damn your hot but I’m not feeling too good right now.” I said

“Okay then how about dinner and a make-out movie.” Santana said

”Sounds great.” I said

“You know I thought that Jesse was gay.” I said

“What makes you say that ?” Santana asked

“I don’t know a siren went off in my head the second I saw him. If he’s not gay he’s at least bisexual.” I said

“What am I ?” Santana asked

“You don’t know yet you’re not like me and Jesse when you’re a senior you will know what kind of people you love.” I said

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hey, could I get a supernatural match up? Don't really have a preference for platonic or romantic, both maybe?

I'm 19, bi, he/him

Appearance: I'm pretty pale, green eyes, freckles but just on my face, 5'6. Kinda lanky, but hourglass, which is weird for a guy but eh. My hair is a warm brown, short, side swept bangs, the tips of my hair stick out the bottom of my beanies when I wear them( think Sid Jenkins from Skins)

I tend to wear hoodies, sweaters, silly graphic tees. I have big square glasses that I'm pretty much blind without. I also almost always have my headphones on or around my neck. I wear a lot of jeans too, but my cargo pants r my fav, lots of pockets to hold my trinkets

Personality: I'm pretty awkward at first, stand off ish, but once someone gets to know me I'm pretty goofy. I'm kinda sensitive though, my feelings get hurt easily. I'm also kinda clueless, if it isn't something pertaining to my interests, I'm a complete idiot with zero braincells. Im a crazy cat guy too. I adore those lil guys. Very big music person too, I listen to lost of different types(call me polyJAMorous) but metal is my fav. I'm also kinda a coward. Im constantly worrying about how things could go wrong. Not sure if this is important or not but I'm also schizophrenic.

Other: my platonic love languages are quality time and acts of service. I enjoy just sitting in a room w someone, both of us doing our own thing but doing them together. But romantically it's physical touch and gift giving/receiving. Big pda fan, major cuddle bug. Also love both giving and receiving gifts.

Hello!

I hope you like your romantic and platonic matchups for SPN!

:)

Enjoy!

<3

Romantic And Platonic Matchup; Supernatural

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Romantic;

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Supernatural;

Sam Winchester -

You and Sam met during your shared creative writing class in college.

You sat in the back, hoodie up, headphones hanging around your neck, looking like you wanted to disappear into the walls.

Today was just one of those days...

You didn't get enough sleep the night before so...

Sam, being the kind and observant guy he is, noticed you immediately.

He thought you seemed quiet and maybe even a little bit lonely.

The first time he talked to you was when he sat next to you in class and asked, "Cool Metallica hoodie. Are you a fan?"

It took you a bit, but within a good couple of minutes before class, you were ranting about your favorite songs and albums.

He knew he liked you instantly.

Over time, you'd sit next to each other during lectures.

Sam became your "human notebook" partner, always letting you borrow notes when your brain checked out halfway through class.

Why were lectures so boring sometimes?

They just drone on and on and on-

Sam admired your quiet but goofy personality and found your awkwardness endearing.

You brought out his soft, patient side and he always made an effort to help you feel comfortable.

You two spent a lot of time in the library, you writing or sketching after doing some homework, while Sam poured over textbooks.

He loved how you'd absentmindedly hum mental songs under your breath while doodling on your notes.

Study sessions often turned into Sam helping you not worry about upcoming assignments, quizzes, and tests, promising, "We'll get through it together."

It made you feel safe knowing he was so reliable.

He got to know your quicks quickly - how you always fidget with your hoodie strings when nervous, how your headphones were almost like a security blanket, and how you were surprisingly witty with your jokes once you truly opened up.

Sam quickly learned about your love for cats.

You showed him photos of your furry friends, and though he wasn't a huge cat person at first, he thought your enthusiasm was adorable.

Sam realized he had romantic feelings when he caught himself looking forward to every moment he got to spend with you - whether it was doing homework together, sharing music recommendations, or just sitting quietly in each other's presence.

For you, it was during one of those "just sitting in a room together" moments.

You looked up from your sketchbook to see him smiling softly at you.

It made your heart flutter in a way you weren't prepared for.

Sam is nothing if not patient.

He didn't push or overwhelm you.

Instead, he made you feel valued with small gestures - walking you to classes, remembering your favorite coffee or tea order, or offering his jacket when you randomly forgot yours.

He was gentle about your worries and anxieties, reassuring you with his calm presence.

"Hey, you're not alone in this. I've got you back, okay?"

It happened late one night in your dorm.

You were curled up next to him on your small couch, dozing off after a long study session, your headphones sliding down from your ears and onto your neck.

Sam glanced at you with so much fondness it almost scared him.

When you stirred awake, he blurted out, "I think I like you. I mean... I do like you... Like more than a friend should."

You, still half-asleep, blinked at him before realizing what he said.

You grinned sleepily and replied, "Yeah? Well, I like you too. More than a friend should."

Sam chuckled, shaking his head at how effortlessly you made his heart race.

Sam loves how cuddly you are.

He'll often pull you into big bear hugs, which are amazing since he is so tall, lifting you off the ground for a second just to hear your laugh.

You spend hours curled up on the couch under a big blanket, him reading a book while you draw or play on your Switch, PlayStation, or Xbox.

He's incredibly thoughtful about gifts.

He'll notice when you're running out of drawing supplies or when your favorite band drops new albums or merch, surprising you with little packages that make your day.

Sam loves your music tastes.

He lets you introduce him to all the metal bands you love. And even the other genres you love too. Sometimes you'll catch him bobbing his head to a song while researching lore in the bunker.

At this point, you do find out all about Sam and Dean's job, of, you know, hunting.

Movie nights are a must.

You always pick fantasy films or horror classics, and Sam is more than happy to hour you - even if you tease him for jumping at a few scary parts.

At the end of the day, you guys watch almost every genre of movies and TV shows.

You'd do anything to help Sam out, even making playlists or writing down positive notes for when his worries get heavy.

Sam treasures those little reminders of how much you care about him.

You're a team when it comes down to chores.

Sam will vacuum and do the heavy lifting while you do laundry or organize the pantry.

(Dean does the dishes.)

Morning tea or coffee is a quiet ritual.

Sam will sit next to you, sipping his drink while you doodle or scroll through your phone.

Sometimes, he'll place a sleepy kiss on your temple because he just can't help himself.

When you're overwhelmed, Sam's the first to notice.

He'll take your hand, guide you to the couch or your shared room, and rub circles on your back.

He knows how much physical touch helps ground you.

He loves seeing your hair peek out from under your beanies.

It's such a "you" thing that it never fails to make him smile.

(Just a quick thing, you do worry whenever Sam and Dean leave for a hunt, but Sam always makes sure to reassure you and comfort you before he leaves, promising to come back.)

Sam would 100% surprise you with a cat-themed gift, like a silly hoodie that says, "Crazy Cat Guy" because he thinks it's funny.

He'll encourage you to pursue your hobbies and dreams - whether it drawing, writing, or getting lost in video games.

He loves when you try and teach him how to play your favorite video games.

You show Sam it's okay to take breaks.

You drag him into playing video games with you, while you talk about nothing and everything.

You constantly doodle little sketches of him.

Sam keeps them all, tucked away safely because they mean the world to him.

You make him look so pretty.

:)

(And don't worry, unlike most of Sam's relationships, you don't die a horrific death or anything.)

~~~

Platonic;

Crowley -

Crowley first met you when you a long bi after you started dating Sam.

He pretended not to care about "The Winchesters' New Friend," but secretly found you intriguing because of your dry humor and sarcasm.

The first time you bantered with Crowley, he was shocked - most people are too scared to really banter with him, except for the Winchesters, of course.

Crowley takes an odd liking to you and, much to Sam’s (and Dean's) dismay begins appearing whenever he feels like it - usually when you’re alone and minding your business with your headphones on.

"You really should pay more attention to your surroundings. Lucky for you, I’m not here to collect a soul. Not today, at least."

He loves to mess with you but always in a way that’s more teasing than malicious.

When he finds out how much of a cat lover you are, he constantly compares you to his Hellhounds.“You know, you’d love my Hellhounds. If you could see them, of course. A big fluffy menace—just like your precious cats.”

Not really fluffy.

Surprisingly, Crowley respects your music taste.

In fact, Crowley occasionally brings you high-quality vinyl records, stating it’s a “loan” (but never asks for them or anything back).

For some reason, since he calls Sam "Moose" and Dean "Squirell", you called him "Fruby."

(Since they are evil and all.)

For revenge, Crowley called you "Mittins" since you love cats so much.

He adores teasing you for being a “crazy cat guy” but would 100% get you some rare, expensive cat-related trinkets as a gift. “You’re lucky I like you, mate.”

When you and Sam are cuddling on the couch, Crowley will pop in just to groan dramatically. “Disgusting. Get a room.” He secretly loves seeing how happy you make Sam.

He may be Crowley, King of Hell, but he cares.

You two bond over sarcasm and a shared dislike for unnecessary drama. You both roll your eyes at people being overly dramatic, exchanging knowing looks.

Slay.

The day Crowley gives you one of his Hellhounds is both terrifying and oddly heartwarming.

You and Sam are sitting around the bunker when Crowley makes a grand entrance, as always.

He announces that he’s brought you a “gift” and, after a dramatic flourish, presents... Absolutely nothing.

"There you go, darling. Meet your new pet. Don’t worry - you’ll feel it wagging its tail soon enough.”

At first, you think he’s joking until you start feeling something big and invisible brushing against your legs and hear the sound of heavy paws padding behind you wherever you go.

Despite your initial panic (and Sam’s frustration), Crowley assures you that this Hellhound has been trained just for you.

It’s gentler than the others and listens to your commands.

You jokingly name it “Fluffy,” which Crowley finds absolutely ridiculous but endearing.

“Fluffy? Really? Remind me again why I thought you were worthy of such a majestic beast?”

Over time, you get used to your invisible companion. You even find comfort in its presence, especially when you’re feeling anxious or paranoid.

It growls at strangers you don’t trust and stays curled at your feet when you’re listening to music or cuddling Sam.

Crowley loves dropping by to check on you and your Hellhound, smirking whenever you’re scratching at “thin air” like it’s a cat.

“You spoil that hound of Hell far too much. No wonder it likes you better than me.”

Even Crowley respects your love for quiet companionship.

He’ll lounge nearby, pretending to read an ancient scroll or whatever he does, while you listen to music or doodle.

If he’s feeling sentimental, he might remark on how “calm” your presence is.

“Most humans grate on my last nerve, but you? You’re tolerable.”

[dr-alto-cowboy]

Memory Dump!! One of my first missions working at the GOC I think but I'm unsure.

My timeline went from: High School -> US Army (Air Force) -> GOC -> Scp Foundation

After a realitively short time working for the Air Force (not even a full year after basic training), the Cheif of Staff personally took me aside and told me he was assigning me to an outside organization that still worked for the government called the GOC.

I didn't ask about what that stood for or what that meant. In that time of my life, I was very lost and didn't really care which direction I was pulled in, and it seemed like it was a good opportunity if the Chief handed this to me personally.

Still in denial about myself being a reality bender or what that even meant also.

Cut bc it's long. Tw if you don't like shady shit and heads exploding.

I was tasked with finding out if this old guy's memory was intact enough to tell me things.

He may have had a degenerative brain disease or something, and they wanted me to get information out of him.

I wasn't trained to do anything like that. My new boss just told me, "Don't worry about it"

So, I showed up to his house a couple of hours early before I was supposed to check his memory (my boss told me to do this)

But this older lady is there (not as old as him but definitely over 70), and I'm like, "Oh hey" bc no one told me she was gonna be there.

And she starts out all aggressive and hollering at me. "Who the hell are!! you go away!! get out of my house!!"

I tell her, "I don't want any trouble. I'm just here to check on this old guy!!"

I make a quick assumption that she doesn't even know where anything is- seeing as she's rifling through the drawers (probably looking for a knife)

So I call her out on that assumption

I said "Hey bitch I know this isn't your house!!"

And she and I get into a physical altercation bc she fucking jumps on me with a knife she found as soon as I said that. I didn't bring a gun with me because I wasn't briefed that this was at all gonna become that type of situation.

(Never made that mistake again)

And I freak out bc I wasn't expecting a 70 year old woman to JUMP on my like fucking spiderman- and while I knew what to do in hand to hand combat situations like this where someone has a weapon and I don't- I just wasnt expecting that.

So we start "fighting," (mostly me just pushing her away from me- if she tried to slash or stab me she didn't try very hard bc I was barely cut up)

and I'm also struggling bc I also don't want to hurt her- I think she might be unwell more than anything.

I'm trying to yell at her and reason with her, but she is not listening

Eventually, she triggers something in the door way like a booby trap?? and a small pipe bomb lookin thing falls from the ceiling (we are still extremely close to each other)

So I backed up a little and beg her to stop, beg her to pay attention, but I was only able to get like 2/3 words out, and she doesn't hear me/listen to me.(BECAUSE THIS ALL HAPPENED AT THE SAME TIME IN LESS THAN 2 SECONDS) I duck down for cover as the bomb explodes her head

But all her bits still get all over me, and it's gross, and it stinks, and someone who was alive just a second ago is no longer alive. But I decide to not deal with any of that for a second.

The bomb's placement was weird though,, there were no other traps in the house, I checked after that happened, but the spot it hit her was right where I would have been walking to go see the guy. And I make note of that. Because I don't think the old guy or the old woman did that.

I contact my boss explain the situation to him, he tells me she planted it and to be careful because she is crazy and known to do wild things.

Which..COULD HAVE BEEN USEFUL INFORMATION B E F O R E I WAS SENT ALONE IN THE HOUSE. But whatever

But I respond, "But sir, she's dead?" And he hangs up the phone

And I'm like.. okay??

I still haven't met the old man, but a team of people dressed black military gear come in about 40 minutes and clean up the body (no GOC logo, no nothing. just blacked out) But I recognized some of them, so I knew they were GOC.

While I was waiting for them, I cleaned up the shit all over me, and luckily, it didn't seem like it was very noticeable on the clothes I was wearing.

I ask them who she was, and they inform me her name is Catherine

I shrug it off and it's time to meet the old man soon anyways. Still no information about him other than he's "an elderly person named [redacted] who might be able to help us." (I don't remember his name)

More people show up after the body is cleared out- mostly normal looking people?? Like civilian looking people maybe therapists or doctors or something like that??

But also, one of my coworkers showed up! Who I remember I really liked. Don't remember his name now though.

I go to sit with the old man, he's bald in a rocking chair, his eyes look mostly closed.

I feel extremely unqualified to do this for whatever reason.

My coworker that I like is sitting next to me and the old man (I remember him being so baby faced at that time)

And there is also a small crowd of people watching me.

I just start out with "Hello my name is [redacted]" (couldn't remember what I said)

"Are you Mr [also redacted]?" (couldn't remember what he said)

He makes a noise and grunts in response which I take as a yes

The group of people around me are talking to each other in excited whispers and smiling all big and shit and one of the guys in the military gear goes

"Alright, let's give the doctor some space back outta here come on"

And I think that's so suspicious I think they hyped me up to these people as some kind of miracle worker and I have no clue why.

Anyways we get to talking about normal shit

"Do you know where you are?" Silence

"Do you know what's going on"

He says "you're here to see me about" and he mumbles some shit that doesn't rlly make sense

And he starts talking about his wife "Where's Cathie,, I need her for" mumbles off

And I ask him "who's Cathie?" He says "my wife"

And I'm like ohhhh shit I just watched her head explode... but this old guy can not see how nervous I am so it doesn't matter

I said "Do you have any children?"

He starts to talk but then says "I..I cant" and he seems really stressed out by that question so I change topics immediately and go

"What about your wife, Catherine, do you remember your wedding?"

He doesn't respond

I look at my coworker, and he looks a little nervous and unsure.

At this point I realize this guy can't give me any information I can't ask him any questions that would be important to my boss.

My coworker leaves the room first and after a minute I follow him.

A guy dressed in military gear all black asks me "so?? Did you get anything?" And I responded "No, he's not able to answer my questions."

The guy in all black goes (his name might have been Robbie/Robert) "Not even a key??"

And I ask "a key?"

And he goes "you know! Dudes got some money around here somewhere,"

We're right next to a gun case that mostly has trinkets and hunting gear in it but there is also a key with a label and he says "or in here I'd love to get in here.."

And I decide to ignore his ass and walk past him to a different military guy and told him, "Hey he was unresponsive."

He nods and hands me a gun and tells me

"Okay. Go ahead and kill him then." (They used a nicer word than 'kill him', but I don't remember)

And I was SO nervous and caught off gaurd I said "w what??"

And they laugh at me and say "go on! Boss's orders" they hand me a sweat shirt and say "Hide it under here so he doesn't see you have it, I'll clear the guests out"

I'm so shaky at this point, and Im not sure why. The gun feels SO heavy in my hands. Even though it's just like a 9mm. I start walking away, trying to fumble the sweat shirt while walking, and fumbling to flip the safety off

Which they also. Laugh at me for not doing.

But I keep stalling. I'm so nervous, like "I-I don't know I"

It's not like I'd never had to kill someone before but this was just some old dude who seemed incredibly harmless.

And eventually they go "If you dont kill him we're gonna kill you."

And I'm like damn okay ig

So a guard comes with me to make sure I kill him and we open the door, and the dude is FROZEN solid.

Like a fucking ice cube he's got icecicles off him

And I'm like "WHAT. THE FUCK.'" and they are so casual and call it in and go "Oh well I guess he's neutralized, you got lucky."

He yells to the rest of the gaurd "Get this guy outta here before Cathrine takes the rest of him" and a bunch of people rush in and grab him by his chair and rush him out.

I'm just standing there. I'm hella confused and the whole day just seemed like a brain fuck.

Me and my coworker and I liked sat in the back seat of a vehicle and didn't say anything to each other the ride back to base.