#like the rest of this page is wild as hell but im not looking to get my content flagged SO

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

so sometimes i like to fall down the rabbithole of vintage queer comics (or in this case gay comix issue 14 if you wanna look it up) and find some of the most unhinged lines that would do numbers on tumblr today so im just gonna post these with no context

[s-aint-elmo]

on your post about how destiny actually works in ever after i wanted to share some of my thoughts!!!

firstly, (ive had this one in my mind since i watched the show as a kid) they introduce the characters as "abc, daughter/son of xyz" and their stories are continued through the generations, so, for some, wouldn't their forever after partner's parent, be their parent too??? like okay there's apple white, daughter of snow white and daring charming, son of king charming LIKE HOW DOES THAT WORK???? when snow white was fulfilling her destiny wasn't it king charming that woke her up???? like how does that work

also, it's only daring and apple who are (at first) set for each other, everyone knows daring will wake apple from her sleep but the rest of the princesses don't have their princes what about briar? ashlynn?

then, it seems only the first born has to follow in their parents' fairytale footsteps like in the case of holly and poppy so what do the younger siblings do? what's their destiny like dexter charming, he had a page in the book of legends but had no story to go with it

this is a lot but im really awestruck with how destiny is such a fickle thing, apparently your destiny can be taken away from you just by signing in the book of legends, it's not even confirmed i suppose, it can change like how daring ended up with rosabella and not apple, etc etc

destiny in ever after high has so much untapped potential i love rotating it in my mind so thank you so much for this ask!

first off, eah has confirmed that there are four unrelated charming clans from which fairytales draw their sundry heroes so it's logical to assume that all current kings charming serving as their famous fairytale wives' arm candy come from different clans as the princes charming slated for their daughters' destinies. briar's prince i always assumed to be unknown due to the fact that she won't meet him in another hundred years. apple's prince being determined from the beginning i've always chalked up to the snow white tale being so important that grimm, snow and co. all felt the need to lock the details down as early as possible. pair the most eligible princess in the land with the most eligible prince in the land and chain their destinies together before fate gets other ideas and all that.

also YES, the birth order aspect of fairytale inheritance itches at my brain soooo hard. does the destiny go only down the line of the eldest? if the protagonists of the tale are siblings, are the next protagonists their respective firstborns and thus cousins? or does the destiny lineage go to whoever in the birth order has the most important role? can you be chosen randomly for a tale that wasn't in your family? and it's made even more confusing bc eah canon says "both! all! yes!" the rapunzel destiny falls to the eldest twin. the current hansel and gretel destiny falls to cousins. the dancing princess destiny goes all the way down the line of the youngest daughter. the charmings are all expected to fill in as either heroes or damsels for whatever tale needs them. it's WILD.

my personal interpretation is that just to cover all the bases, grimm keeps the school open to all descendants of the major players until they know for certain who destiny has the most affinity with. case in point: justine dancer only being confirmed as the twelfth princess when she started sleepdancing in the webisodes despite all eleven of her older sisters having been chosen beforehand. it makes one wonder if there's a method to knowing which sister needs to have the full dozen (the eldest? the youngest?) or if ALL the madames try to get all the way to twelve Just In Case. could you imagine the family gatherings? hell.

(i love thinking of the dancing princess eldritch nightmare family orchard. one of my eah ocs is the seventh daughter of the seventh dancing princess who's only here bc it would have looked unsporting if nobody from their branch came, despite all signs pointing to justine, and she didn't really have alternative plans. she's just chilling. at least until miss mabinogion crashes into her life and she finds herself playing co-conspirator to a certain flower-faced adulteress's Operation Goodbye Earl.)

i think bc of the sleepdancing there's a lot of flexibility in the line-up of the twelve princesses, so they can be siblings down the line of whoever married the soldier, or they can be firstborn cousins, or they can be first daughter of the first daughter, second daughter of the second, etc. etc. no matter how hard grimm et al. try to hammer down destiny, every retelling still finds a way to veer off the rails. so every contradictory version of every fairytale you've ever heard? probably happened at one point. it was never gonna be science.

another thing i'm really interested in are destinies where the protagonist has to become their child's villain. you ever think about how the juniper tree cycle would necessitate the butchered child eaten by their father to become the parent that eats their child? eah never went that hard but i can. i will. (miss juniper tree rounds out my eah oc roster and she is appropriately furious about it.) cyclical destinies where happy endings don't mean jack are sooo good.

also yes!! that whole thing where destiny doesn't even play by the rules of the people who try to corral it (darling is apple's prince, daring is the beast, raven is one of the seven dwarves, etc. etc.) even when the Book is in play is just !!!!!!! really makes it feel like destiny is a much larger and more powerful force than anybody can really reckon with.

[ritzcrackee]

april tbr post yayy

rereads are marked by a ☆, new reads are marked by a ♡, and new acquisitions are bolded

physical tbr: 20

what moves the dead - t. kingfisher ♡

an education in malice - s. t. gibson ♡

juilet takes a breath - gabby rivera ♡

stories of people and civilization, greek ancient origins - lindsay powell, j. k. jackson ♡

rebel girls - elizabeth keenan ♡

the silent stars go by - dan abbet ♡

touched by an angel - johnathan morris ♡

dracula - bram stoker ♡

dune - frank herbert ♡

dune messiah - frank herbert ♡

frankenstein - mary shelley ♡

sense and sensibility - jane austen ♡

hippie - barry miles ♡

evernight - claudia gray ☆

stargazer - claudia gray ♡

the handmaids tale - margaret atwood ☆

the testaments - margaret atwood ♡

aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the

universe - benjamin alire sáenz ☆

would-be witch - kimberly frost ☆

the ballad of songbirds and snakes - suzanne collins ☆

digital tbr: 2

pandora's jar: women in the greek myths - natalie haynes ♡

wild is the witch - rachel griffin ♡

read: 7

a million kisses in your lifetime - monica murphy - dnf

i got like 80 pages in and then just,,, could not continue. no shade if u liked this book it was just solidly, solidly not my thing.

my monster valentine - various authors - 3/5

debated putting this on here for obvious reasons but i neeeeed to be accurate i guess. i only read about half of the stories in this collection and they were pretty hit or miss. it was free though so yk. vibes.

high spirits - camille gomera-tavarez - 2.5/5

this book was pretty alright! i don't have much to say about it (hence the middling rating) but i would reccomend it if you're looking for a fast read :D

the coldest touch - isabel sterling - 4/5

THIS WAS SO CUUUUTTTTTEEEEE!!! i liked the way the author portrayed the genuine hell that being stuck at 17 would be. please get me out of here i want a fully developed frontal lobe. AW and all of the characters were super likable. truly so adorable i was squealing the whole time.

im knocking a point off for the romance being a littttllllleeeee rushed and the character descriptions feeling off (it felt odd that both pov characters categorized every single person into a specific race? i think its good practice to make a characters race clear, but idk if that applies to a random teacher with no dialogue). to be so real though i loved this book enough that it didn't bother me too much.

beastly & bookish - catrina bell - 5/5

did i finish this book in one sitting? yes. did i stay up until 1am doing that? ...mind your business. honestly, im maybeee being a little bit generous giving this 5 stars but !! i really liked it!!! rom was soo mecore. i'm excited to read the rest of the books in this collection (even though they're all christmasy), and i can't wait for my physical copy to get here!!

holly's unjolly christmas - lark green - 2/5

this book was truly just fine. like, the definition of pretty alright. the tropes weren't my thing and the romance felt wildly rushed, but the writing style was easy to read and there were some funny bits. i also felt like the demon characters fell pretty flat? idk felt mid overall. (tbh the highlights of this book were when rom and noelle showed up. my babiesssss)

holidays ablaze - lucy limon - 3/5

v cute 👍 i love samite he's so autistic 💗

last months goal: finish dune

hmm ok. so i did not finish dune. i don't know why i thought i could. whatever possessed me to believe i could finish an 800 page sci-fi book in one month was truly of the devil herself. what the fuck. that was a blatant temptation towards hubris and I FELL FOR IT. anyways i hit 300 pages. everyone clap.

this months goal: finish a re-read

i have a lot of books i'd like to re-read but!!! i just never get around to it!!!! there r always newer shinier books that grab my attention!! i'd also like to carve away a more sizable chunk of my physical tbr this month because i have officially run out of space on my bookshelf TwT. everything is so so crammed in there, i truly cannot afford any more physical books. public library here i come!!

[dr3amofagame]

i love all your super angsty stuff, but sometimes i want to see dream go apesht and be powerful and confident and frightening again, y'know? maybe a little unhinged still but making everyone realize that THEY made this monster by putting him in the vault O_O

OH YEAH ,, unhinged c!dream my beloved (/lh) 

c!dream when he’s a hot mess, ever so slightly (or not slightly) off the rails is SO much fun to write and read ,, he’s so messed up to himself and others and makes me go like >:D the entire time 

im not sure if this is what you wanted, exactly, but boy was it fun to write. c!sam,, is not having a good day lmao 

tw: blood, violence, implied torture, offscreen murder, death threats, mental instability, emotional distress, dark content, prison arc/pandora’s vault, c!sam critical (not really? But I digress)

Ranboo is in the wrong place in the wrong time.

He thinks, halfheartedly, that that could be the name of his autobiography. What To Do If The Universe Hates You, an Advice Book By Ranboo T. Beloved doesn’t sound too shabby, all things considered - it’s applicable, at the very least. It’d been true with George’s house, true for the Butcher Army, true when he’d been the one that Techno found in search for his armor back, true now, with sirens blaring from the prison that he’s coincidentally probably the closest to out of everyone on the server. Part of him wants to just ditch the place for Snowchester, as he was originally planning to do; unfortunately, caring about pretty much everyone means caring about what’s going on with their greatest enemy, especially now that Wilbur’s been revived.

Ranboo hurries towards the prison, dunking water by his feet to activate his trident. It only takes him a few Riptides (what can he say - he did say he was close to the prison) for the beach in front of the giant, dark-walled structure to come into sight, two figures stood in front of the smaller box containing the Nether Portal. One of them, standing tall and wearing glinting purple netherite, is clearly, unmistakably Sam, which means he other stranger- well, not stranger, exactly, must be Dream.

Ranboo skids to a stop on the hillside, not wanting to jump into the fray until he knows exactly what’s happening; Techno’s voice rings in his head (the element of surprise is one of your greatest weapons in battle) then Phil’s (what he means is don’t be an idiot, mate) and he settles, silent, to observe with an enderpearl readied in his hand.

It’s no wonder he didn’t recognize Dream, at first - he looks nothing like the man that Ranboo remembers, almost doesn’t look like a person at all. His hair is long and tangled, hanging in clumps around his face. Even from the distance, he looks like a wreck, all sharp edges and skinny, shaking limbs, a heavy netherite axe hefted in one hand. Ranboo shudders at the sight of the blood already on the blade, at the various injuries painting the orange of his prison uniform more red than orange, and looks to make sure his sword is close at hand.

“Prisoner,” Sam’s voice is gravelly, tight with stress. He sounds the same way he did that one time he confronted Ranboo about the prison books he didn’t remember signing, the pages filled with strange runes that he somehow could understand- “Stand down.”

“Sam-” Dream laughs, high-pitched and grating, and Ranboo’s tail lashes anxiously. Dream’s hand raises to his face, his shoulders shaking as the other hand tightens over the handle of his axe, “Awesam. Sammy- I told you, didn’t I? I fucking told you what would happen.”

“Dream-”

“Unless you want to end up like Quackity, I suggest you stop talking, Warden.”

It’s quite a sight to see someone in fully armored netherite cower from someone completely unarmored, looking more dead than alive, but well - it is Dream, and Ranboo finds himself cringing back at the words even though he’s not even in the area. He steals a look at his communicator; the rest of the server has noticed the sirens, it seems, but nobody seems to understand what exactly is going on, much less be ready for a potential fight, and a nervous shiver runs down his spine.

“Sammy,” Dream stalks forward, his axe braced in front of him, “Look at you. You’re so goddamn pathetic-” He spits the words like venom, back hunched, center of gravity pulled close to the ground - he looks more mob than human, watches Sam with the same wild-eyed desperation that Ranboo’s seen in a starving wolf chasing down prey, “Such a fucking coward that you couldn’t do shit yourself. Well- good for Quackity, isn’t it? It sure ended up well for him.”

Ranboo shivers, looking at the blood staining the netherite blade with ice rising in his chest. No- he didn’t-

“You know how good it felt to plunge this axe into his neck?” Dream laughs, the sound raspy and unsettling, making Ranboo shrink back in his hiding spot, “You know how many times he threatened to do the same to me? You know how many times he’s used this exact fucking axe to cave my ribs in?” He hurls the blade down and Ranboo reaches out with a wordless shout, watching as the axe strikes the earth in a spray of sand, “HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES, SAM?”

“Dream-”

“Don’t- You don’t get to call me that,” Dream pulls the axe back, looks up with another round of breathless laughter. “You- don’t you fucking dare.”

Sam draws back- Ranboo can’t place the expression that flashes over his face, something a little like fear, something a little like guilt. He doesn’t seem to try and say anything, a sword appearing in his hand.

“So you want to try this too,” Dream’s voice pitches low, becoming something hysterical, almost amused, “Sure! We’ll play. Try to last a little longer than Quackity, will you?”

He flashes forward, much much faster than he should with the amount of injuries that claw over his arms and legs, brings the axe down in a heavy clang that is only barely met by Sam’s sword. Ranboo looks left and right, tries to find others coming to the Warden’s aid, finds none. Dream’s pace is ruthless, bringing down the axe again and again, hardly reacting when Sam catches him by the arm on his blade. Sam hisses in alarm as the axe handle is swung into the inside of his arm, loses his grip on the sword as the back end of the axe catches it at the base. Dream heaves in shuddering breaths, axe clanging against Sam’s armor and sending the creeper hybrid toppling to the ground with a sharp exhale of breath, presses the bloody blade beneath his chin.

“You know-” He smiles, pressing the axe forward further, making Sam lift his head as he falls back against the sand, “You were kind of useful, you know? You and Quackity, I mean.” Dream hisses angrily, words pitching lower, “Do you know what’s the easiest way to make someone hurt? Do you know where to hit someone for it to cause the most pain? Do you know how it feels to break every bone in your fucking body? Quackity said he’d make every fucking day of my life a living hell.” He raises his axe, foot ground down on Sam’s arm, “How about I return the favor?”

Ranboo throws his enderpearl.

He raises his sword, braces against the vibrations running up his arms as the axe crashes down on it with a grimace as he readies himself to fight. Dream draws back for a second- “‘Boo?’

“Ranboo, run,” Sam shouts behind him, pulling his arm to his chest as he moves to stand, “Get out of here-”

“No, no, I think he can stay,” Dream’s eyes flash, harden. “Figures that he’d play the traitor once again, doesn’t it Ranboo?”

“I was never your ally-”

“You and the rest of this damned server, ‘Boo,” He laughs dangerously, draws back as Sam gets to his feet. Ranboo watches as he kicks up Sam’s sword, catching it in his left hand. “Oh well. As much as I would’ve liked to take another life-”

A flash of blue-green, and there’s someone else standing there, a crossbow loosely held in one hand, smiling lazily through his hair.

“-it looks like my ride out is here.”

“You’ve made quite  the mess,” Wilbur drawls, rolling his eyes at the man beside him, “I have to say- I’m a little impressed.”

“Wil,” Dream breathes, shoulders visibly falling, looking at the other man with a sort of soft-edged reverence that makes Ranboo shift uncomfortably at the sight. It feels off, wrong, to see him go from a raging, frothing thing to someone docile, expression filled with a mockery of adoration.

“We’ll be off then, gentlemen,” Wilbur salutes with one hand, lips quirking up. “No hard feelings, Ranboo, Sam,” he nods at each of them with their names and tosses an enderpearl into the horizon, Dream doing so at the same time, “We’ll see you around.”

Ranboo watches, lungs heaving, as they disappear.

“...you know, Sam, I think we might be in a little bit of trouble.”

[anxiouspotatorants]

heyy first off im obsessed w your account and the underdog quartet but also i feel like, with your new jess/paris playlist post, we need to acknowledge paris and jess’s first interaction when paris went into luke’s diner in “Richard goes to stars hollow” they had a very subtle interaction but he was clearly memorable enough to her to remember him and his name. I wonder if whenever paris when to stars hollow in the future she would look for jess what do you think

Thank you so much for this ask and the kind words!!! I’m obviously obsessed with UQ too, so finding more people who love that dynamic is just amazing!

Also yes we only had about two direct interactions between Paris and Jess but holy shit was the platonic chemistry there!! Paris bothering to remember him is something I would love to take as a sign that she was a Jess gal (especially since if you combine that with Keiko Agena saying she and Lane are team Jess, that means all my faves support my ship!)

Now for Jess and Paris specifically, I could honestly give you three different types of answers for this. First is that ASP and company didn’t feel like exploring that dynamic, so Paris probably doesn’t think about Jess or seek him out in the future, especially not after Rory’s break up. But that take is boring so let’s go for wild headcanons!

The second approach is on the more realistic side. I bet that Paris would avoid bringing up Jess every time he popped into her mind in front of Rory, but she would be too desperate to finally have that decent conversationalist to not bug Rory about him. She probably wouldn’t head over to Stars Hollow of her own accord considering how disappointed she was with the research results for that article, but she would ask about when Jess could come over to Hartford so she could rip his literary takes to shreds at a nearby cafe or at the elder Gilmores. Once Jess and Rory were a couple, Paris would double down on her requests but probably only have them met once or twice (Jess has work, Rory still has a tendency to compartmentalize parts of her life etc.). Post-breakup Paris would take Rory’s side, but secretly be sad to see a potential friend go. She probably felt like this guys really could be something, not just for Rory who seemed to finally get decent taste in boys, but for Paris who was finally starting to get more true friends. She carries a secret team Jess torch for the rest of the series but hides it in general criticism of any and all guys Rory is involved with.

On to approach three, aka balls to the walls whatever I want!! Hold on to your hat because this will be a long and windy ride:

After the diner-meet, Paris is intrigued by the guy who played along with her interrogation and eye-flirted with Rory. She doesn’t think she’ll see him again, but she would be lying if she said she didn’t want to.

After the dinner at Rory’s, Paris is honestly elated to finally have a great literary conversation with a guy her age. The only one to have come close is Rory, and that doesn’t say much for the «opposite sex» in Paris’ eyes. But she’s also furiously disagreeing with Jess’ «Austen loves Bukowski»-take, so she writes a whole several page argumentative essay and forces Rory to deliver it to Jess the next school day.

Jess responds not with a letter, but by having Rory hand Paris an annotated («blasphemy!») copy of a Bukowski work. There are no arguments from Jess notes, just underlines of quotes he thinks Austen would approve of, and excerpts from different Austen works put in the margins for comparison. Paris despises him for how much she is seeing his point.

At some point Rory get’s sick of being a carrier pigeon and drags Paris with her to ST after school so the two can fight in person. All three stay until Lorelai pops over for dinner, and Paris realizes she needs to haul herself over to the bus. She’s hungry and worried about the time she should have spent on homework, but ultimately really happy about the day.

She’s bummed to see Jess go after the car accident, but doesn’t have much time to think about it between school and… well, school. She does end up being one of the few Rory can talk to about Jess without getting the whole «bad bad boy»-speech she gets over in ST and at her grandparents’.

Rory doesn’t tell Paris Jess is back until the very end of their Washington trip when Paris finds the unfinished letter and Paris is boiling. She does cool quickly, but only to constantly bug Rory about when the three of them are going to meet up again for coffee and verbal war. Rory gets so stressed about it that at some point she gives Paris the number to Luke’s and tells her to go on her own for all Rory cares.

Paris does. Jess is surprised, but they get in the groove quick. What doesn’t go as smoothly is Paris asking what the hell is going on between him and Rory. His non-answers pretty much spell everything out, and in a rare moment of comradery, Paris decides to turn the conversation in to hating on Dean. Jess appreciates it. It doesn’t happen again, but Paris firmly puts herself in the team Jess camp from then on.

Paris is releived once Jess and Rory finally are together and it is great! More cafe talks! Study sessions! Movie nights! They even sneak both Paris and Lane out into concerts! Paris feels like for the first time in a very long time, she has real friends her own age. The kind who actually like you for you and want to spend time with you for you, not just to get better grades or a better reputation.

Paris sucks at being strong for Rory when Jess leaves. Like, she takes it really personal. This was supposed to be the one good guy, and he decided to be just like everyone else. But with time she learns to coach Rory into speaking her mind about the whole thing, and to support her in her own Paris-y way.

What she doesn’t tell Rory is that at some point after summer break (either because she gets hold of Jess for some scolding or because Lane does and spills to Paris or even if Jess gets in touch himself) Jess starts sending Paris beat up books he collects on the road around the country. None of them feature letters (at first), but annotations at the beginning declaring his safety and momentary location, as well as his general style annotations of the book inside the text. Paris starts responding with letters, and with time they start talking on phones and through email.

Paris helps Jess with his GED. They make it an equal study-buddy thing because Paris needs help taking certain writers seriously in her essays. Most of their sessions are over the phone, and a lot of it is just them daring each other to actually try. Paris gets actual stars on her improved essays, and Jess passes with flying colours.

Paris doesn’t know about Truncheon until Jess stands in front of her place ages later, dressed like a Kids Bop version of himself and holding a messengerbag with his debut novel. Paris tears through it in two hours (forcing Jess to sit on the couch next to her the whole time) and then spends another half hour furiously trying to tear it to shreds but actually praising it. She gives him their first hug ever, and hopes this afternoon is a sign they’ll slowly get back to being close friends in person.

Paris sucks at hiding how team Jess she is. So. Much. She does have genuine critiques of Logan and other guys, but her gut-defenses of Jess at random times in the day and weird reminiscing back to the «good old days» of diner talk after school gives her away immediately. Rory is uncomfortable, but Paris doesn’t even change her mind after Rory still picks Logan.

What she does do is invite Jess over for grown up evenings with Doyle. Whenever Rory is scheduled to be out and Jess needs to visit Luke anyway, Paris extends her invitation. They test wines based on price and taste, watch cult classics, eat takeout (in honour of Paris’ very first Mac and Cheese night) and talk for hours. One day wires cross and Jess gets in while Rory is there/Rory gets back while Jess is there and things get awkward.

Paris invites Jess to the graduation. Yes she has a limited amount of tickets and yes it’s weird to invite your friend who has barely been around ever but damn it she wants him there. He came to her when he was celebrating his accomplishments, she wants him to be there for hers.

They actually grow even closer as adults; emailing, texting and calling regularly. About 70% of it is general banter and picking on everything and everyone around them, but it’s a far more loving kind now — not that anyone who isn’t them would know, from the outside it looks like they want to kill each other. Regardless of outcome, Paris remains forever team Jess, and the two end up having each other’s backs for life.

So this went long and away from the point (and I only went through Paris’ pov!) but it was fun to write! I hope you like rant answers!

[fernlessbastard]

Fern listen, Fern listen, I was looking through my fics and lil ao3 stat page and my outline for the rest of "this thing that we're becoming" and Fern. FERN. I've written nearly 40,000 thousand words for TNTduo since last summer (I don't think that says anything about my identity right?). what the actual hell?????? I went into this pairing being like "oh I don't want to write anything long-form or high commitment because I don't know how long my hyper fixation is going to last" and then I wrote 40,000 words????? I need you to understand how absolutely fucking buck wild that is. When did that happen???

anyways im putting off working on the next part of "this thing" right now so have this fucked up little ramble. and hey do not forget that I think you're brilliant if you write or draw anything for that valentines day event ill be the first to look directly at it :eyes:

lovingly, phantom anon <3

HOLY FUCK LETS GOOOOOOOO

Congrats mate!! I'm so proud

Also, I am in a very similar situation, honestly. I started my sketchbook being like "I probably should draw something more than just quckbur there, there's no way I'm gonna still be fixated on it, and the start of the sketchbook will feel alien and all...."

Cut to me almost halfway through it, with five (5) pages that aren't tnt duo lmao (it's a pretty thick one too, considering how thin the paper is)

Anywho, I'm really proud of ya <33

Take the time you need, king. I'll be waiting for you when you're ready. *Holds your hand in a manly embrace*

Also uno reverse card!!! Love your writing, hope you have fun with whatever you're planning on doing now :)))

[sunasbabie]

these days i am very much h word for suna rinatarou. Well not exactly that but like, i keep imagining scenarios in ma head 😖😖😖he is so cool n hot n sexy, and you become friends because you have the same taste in music (on that note im planning ta write a drabble on this), and from friends you become best friends because you are amazing like that, you watch anime together while you rest your head on his shoulders (or sit on his lap), and you both are touchy, very touchy, hugs, cheek/forehead kisses; you like to jump on his back so he carries you around the house, and everyone thinks HOW THE HELL ARE YOU JUST BEST FRIENDS?! you literally look like you are dating except you dont kiss each other on the lips.

So then comes the “right” moment, when you are on his bed, cuddling “as friends”. You two are talking about who knows what and you dont notice how close you two are, and thats how he kisses you on the neck, and trails up till he kisses you just near your lips, and he looks at you in the eyes, waiting for an approval, or a hint of doubt, and you are hopelessly in love w him so you dont wait for him to kiss you first, you jump on him the second he licks his lips in anticipation, and he kisses you right back, passionately.

i’ll let your imagination go wild about whatever happens after that…

also i need an award bc i had to change all the “we” and “i” into “you” in this bc at first i was just telling you mine and sunas love story 😭 and that’s disrespectful af since he is yours on this page 🙄‼️

arent we all horny for suna at this point tbh 😭 not but like fr he's a actually soooo sexy like hiss fucking stare in the olympic pictures 😭 sir pls use me,, and yes i very much agree that suna is that type of guy that you become great friends with and you both become clingy with each other and everyone just ASSUMES you guys are together when youre not just bcos of how touchy both of you are in public and in private 😭 and stoP pls its the way i can totally imagine that with him he was like "its now or never rin u gotta kiss her now and fuck chloe" pls i just went straight to fucking cause of all the sexual tension lmaooo,, and omg pls i love you for for wording it differently for me thank you 😂

but yes i do fully agree and ive said this before if suna and i were to date we'd start off as best friends and it just grew from there like we wouldnt be attracted to any other person bcos we were secretly longing for each other but neither of us wanted to admit it and just one day boom everyone catches us making out 😭

[ultimatebethylficlist]

Veteran Author of The Month: June 2021

The featured veteran author for June is also a co-admin right here at UBFL: SquishyCool (or @im-immortal )!

SquishyCool can be found on AO3 and FFN under the same penname.

When asked what got her into Bethyl and what the fandom means to her, she said:

I’ve been a hardcore TWD fan since the show began airing, but that’s because of my love for zombies. In all honesty, I didn’t really ship anyone for the first 3-4 seasons. I kind of shipped Daryl with Carol, but then it became clear that it was a platonic relationship and in all honesty, I just wanted to see them both get some action lmao. Then the prison fell... and in those first moments of “Still,” when we see Beth and Daryl running and running and finally collapsing on the ground, breathless and exhausted... the butterflies started. Something clicked and I immediately thought, “uh oh.” The rest is history, especially considering how “Still” and “Alone” played out. I can’t explain how or why I’m still so heavily invested, especially considering my last 2 fandoms only kept my attention for about 2-3 years each, but here I am. And I love it! I am so incredibly grateful for the Bethyl fandom because not only has it helped me improve my writing so much more than I ever could have imagined, but it has also introduced me to some of the most amazing people, including someone who I now consider one of my very best friends! It’s my happy place :)

For her personal fic rec list, she recommends:

In The Maw by ronsparkyspeirs

Way Down We Go by LeathernLaces

Surfacing by lindentree

Wild Things (The Moonshine Poet) by Abelina

The Gift by Feliz

The Man Who Can't Be Moved by burningupasun

New Experiences Series by wallflow3r

Whisper Softly to Me by taylorcatherine

Interstice by leftmywingshome

To Love Like a Man by Seraphique

Death, Death (i defy thee) by alamorn

In My Blood by Courtneyshortney82

Let the Good Times Roll by gutsforgarters

Resolved by Allatariel

the weight of these wings by peachthorns

all my spaces are filled with you by annabeth_writes

A Little Jailbreak with the Little Jailbait by wandering_gypsy_feet

between the beginning and the end by sheriffandsteel

SquishyCool’s Works & Personal Thoughts:

Dirty Fingernails and Dried Blood Summary: What happened during the months between "Still" and "Alone"? Beth uses the last pages of her diary to write down every detail of surviving with Daryl. Thoughts: My first Bethyl fanfic. It holds a special place in my heart for that reason, though it is pretty rough. If I could go back, I never would’ve done it entirely in first-person. But I do plan to finish it one day. There are some scenes I’m particularly proud of, and I still have a long note full of ideas and plot points.

Most Wanted Summary: After Beth’s mother and half-brother are murdered in a drug war, the godly veil on the Greene Family operation is lifted, and law enforcement comes down hard. In an effort to protect her family, Beth commits a heinous crime that could mean life in prison alongside them. Now everyone she’s ever trusted is in police custody and her only chance at freedom is to get as far away from Atlanta as she can... Thoughts: Well, this is a must-read if you like my writing. I hope to one day convert this into an original fiction and maybe get it published, but I need to finish it first LOL. I got the idea from ONE scene of “Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt,” and from there, it exploded into a huge mystery thriller (with lots of romance and smut). I’m really really proud of it, and I’m scared I’ll fuck it up tbh, so I keep putting off continuing it. But I really need to get back to it because I really want people to see what I have planned! (Also, this fic is the reason @courtneyshortney82​ started talking to me, so that alone is pretty historic lmao)

The Crow’s Song Summary: Beth and Daryl spend a few more days together in the funeral home and come to terms with all they've lost along the way. But soon, they must decide what comes next. Thoughts: This fic... this fucking fic. It took me a full year to write. I made numerous edits. I even got a little depressed while I was writing the last two chapters, and my bf didn’t know why until he read what I’d been writing lol. It’s honestly the Bethyl fic I’ve always wanted to write but just didn’t know how. I’m still really really proud of how it turned out.

Carnival Games Summary: Daryl is a traveling carnival worker and Beth is a barely legal farmer's daughter looking for a night of fun when the carnival comes to town. Thoughts: Omg this fic is so fun!! One of my first Bethyl fics, and one of my first Bethyl smut fics. Short, sweet, a little funny, and a lot hot. I am still impressed with myself on this one, especially considering how much my writing has improved since lol

Breathe. Please. Summary: Beth shows up at the Hilltop. Alive. Daryl can hardly believe his eyes. Until she's lying in his bed, an arm's reach away. And he can hear her inhaling... exhaling... inhaling... Thoughts: Another “fix-it” that I’m proud of. Tbh I didn’t think it was anything all that special, but a lot of readers have said it’s one of their favorites, and some say they reread it regularly, and nothing makes me happier than hearing that, so I am extremely proud.

picking @ scabs Summary: Sometimes, no matter how much you love someone, being with them just isn't right. But what wouldn't you give for it to be right? Can someone like Daryl learn how to swallow his pride and stop repeating the same mistakes over and over? Can someone like Beth learn to fight off her demons and allow him to get close enough to hurt her again? How can they stay away from each other when it's all too easy to fall back into one another? Picking a scab will leave a scar, but they both have so many scars already... what's a few more? Thoughts: This fic is very, very personal for me. It’s like my “therapy” fic. I have poured some of my deepest feelings and struggles into its chapters, and the whole idea that got me to start it was that I wanted to find a way to navigate and cope with ending my 3-year long relationship with my emotionally/mentally/sometimes physically abusive ex. I still have a lot of fond memories from that relationship, but even more so, I have painful memories. Not to mention, going through your early 20s as a woman in the modern day is a fuckin’ trip, so this kind of explores that. It’s really self-indulgent, I think, but I’m really proud of the smut in it. And more than that, I’m proud of the response. I’ve had a few people message me or comment to say that they’ve felt all those things, or have experienced similar things, and it’s really just... relieving. I put my heart and soul out there, and what I got back was “you’re not alone.” So yeah, this fic is special. I wanna finish it soon, but I have to be in A Mood to do so. 

In Toto Corde Summary: Despite a million reasons not to, Beth and Daryl fell in love. Then he made the ultimate sacrifice in order to keep all of his promises. Now, facing unimaginable consequences at the hands of witch hunters, Beth has no choice but to use her powers to bring Daryl back from the dead. "He won't be the same..." Thoughts: I LOVE THIS FIC. I love it so much that I had to rewrite it after like 4 or 5 years. And I already started on a sequel that I really hope I’m able to finish. Though it doesn’t have many hits, and I don’t think many people have read it at all, which I understand since it basically is entirely focused around Daryl being killed. But damn, I’m proud of this one, and it was really fucking fun to write because witch!Beth is just... the best.

risk it all (part 1 of in for a penny, in for a pound) Summary: Daryl Dixon has a pretty decent life, all things considered. He's got his own place. A good dog. A few friends. Even a girlfriend. He keeps himself out of trouble. Until he starts texting Beth Greene. And hell, if he ain't about to risk it all for this damn girl. Thoughts: This was supposed to be one short multichapter fic focused entirely on smut and social media. Then I got on a roll and it ended up being the beginning of a series! This fic is purely fun. Nothing too serious or heavy. I write it when I’m in a Good Mood because it’s my little happy place. I have plans for about 4 more fics before the series will be finished!

Don’t Make Me Haunt You Summary: So here's the thing: Merle Dixon is dead as fuck. And as it turns out, Beth Greene is the only one who can see or hear him. Which is weird considering she's never met or even heard of this guy, let alone anyone with the last name Dixon. That's her first problem... Thoughts: The reception to this fic has absolutely blown me away. I had no idea anyone would want to read about ghost!Merle haunting Beth and forcing her to solve his murder with the help of his grumpy brother. And it was all inspired by an episode of South Park lmao then I started really getting into it and now it’s just like, my super fun fic where I explore a range of emotions and all kinds of religious beliefs and different mythologies and I can build the world however I want and goddamn I just love writing this fic. Plus there’s a podfic for it! I can’t even begin to explain how much I love this fic and how proud I am of it :)

[pazvizslaplasmathrower]

willing shield

din djain x reader / the mandalorian x reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Mentions of death, injury, swearing, brief suicidal thoughts, allusions to self harm,

A/N: more indulging emotions and feelings, sorry idk its how im processing things and somehow im not processing anything at all lmao. Please heed the warnings above as the content can be triggering.

*X*

“Are you sure you're okay taking care of him on your own?” Din asked, head tilted to the side.

You rolled your eyes, continuing to let the baby climb all over you like a jungle gym, only when you started to feel him slip did you continue to catch him.

“Of course I can. If I can save your ass from a Krait dragon, I can watch this little one while you're gone.”

He put his hands up in surrender, still eyeing you nervously. “Alright, well, if you need anything or if anything happens, make sure to comm me. Okay?”

“Yeah, yeah!” You assured him, “I got this baby thing down.”

Din Djarin nodded and watched as you walked back up the ramp and into the Razor Crest. Part of him wanted to stay and make sure that everything would be fine, though supplies and not to mention funds were now dangerously low. He had no choice but to take a local job on the vast planet of Kashyyyk and hope that it would be over relatively quickly.

It wasn't the baby he was concerned for.

***___***___***

“Alright, don't look at me like that. You're the one that ate you lunch too fast!”

Both you and the Child had found Din's ship to be rather suffocating and decided that fresh air would do you both some good. Nearby was a fast flowing river where there were plenty of fish and shellfish to choose from. But that food fiend gobbled up everything you gave him faster than you could shell the poor creatures.

A little green hand gripped an empty shell and then the baby proceeded to poke you with it.

“One more, okay? I don't want you getting sick.”

His little face was so round and with those pointy ears and wondrous eyes, it was hard to deny him what was requested of you. Plucking another clam from the river bed, you gazed up at the baby, wondering how much he could understand of your speech. The Force flowed through the both of you naturally, but the both of you were untrained and undoubtedly novice so the bond was wild and sometimes unstable. Some days you could feel his emotions quite clearly and other times nothing at all and nearly every day you could feel the baby trying to strengthen the bond. But that was something you  could not allow no matter what.

“This is your last one, so you better savor it.”

Without hesitation the Child seized the food, biting down into it with those little teeth. A dull feeling started to overwhelm, so you decided to dip your feet into the cool water using the sensation as a pleasant distraction, though the peace didn't last very long.

With his meal finished, the little one crawled over to where you were laying and proceeded to tug at the long sleeve of your tunic. You tried to ignore it, closing your eyes and shifting your arms just out of reach. The child would have none of it. He only gave you a small squeak as a warning before biting down hard on your upper arm, his teeth actually piercing the skin, going in as far as they could.

“Hey!” You yelped, jerking up. “Now that was uncalled for!”

He whined in protest, defending his offensive action quite eagerly. Though frustrated, he did have some rather decent reasons, that did not excuse in your mind the bite that was growing rather sore.

“It's for your own good.” The little one crawled into your lap. “You're a stubborn thing, aren't you? I guess you get that from your dad, huh?”

Picking him up, you headed back to the Razor Crest, feeling blood start to lightly soak your tunic sleeve. That feeling was nothing new, just uncomfortable, and it was better to take care of the small wound while you and the baby were the only ones present.

The rest of the day was uneventful, and was spent organizing the few messes on the ship, cleaning weapons, telling stories to the baby and reading over an old tome. It had always been with you for as long as you could remember and contained a plethora of knowledge in regard to your connection to the Force, but the drive to learn what had to be tied to your destiny was fading fast. The sunset had come and gone, leaving you in the hold to read by flashlight, but you had been staring at the same page for hours now, trying to comprehend a single word.

Another dull pulse came from the bite on your arm, in all honesty you had underestimated how much it hurt. Your wore a sleeveless shirt to let the injury get some air, but now that you thought about the hour, it would be wise to don something more in case Din were to come in soon. Carelessly, you tossed the tome aside and  walked over to a storage unit in the hold where the Mandalorian let you keep your things. He had been suspicious at first when your crate contained more than just ordinary items, Din had even asked why you kept such a large amount of medical supplies for one person. Easily, you brushed it off, chalking it up to over preparedness and personal vigilance. He let it go. Still, it unnerved you how Din Djarin had actually gone out of his comfort zone and actually asked you a question.

After slipping on a light jacket, you heard something odd from the outside. It could have been Din but it was too loud to be a lone man and he would never scare you on purpose. Glancing over where the baby was sleeping, you were assured he would be safe in here for a few moments. Wasting no more time, you snatched your Cortosis staff from where it lay by your makeshift hammock and slipped out of the ship. Immediately after shutting the hatch, you dashed to find cover still hearing what was now clearly blaster fire.

Amid the thick of the forest you moved forward until the moonlight shone off the Beskar you had come to know so well. Sprinting as fast as he could came Din Djarin, blaster in hand with his jet pack smoking slightly on his back. Giving up your cover you dashed out immediately covering his back, and you were right to do so. For right on his tail was another armored Mandalorian, though the person was certainly not friendly as they kept firing at you incessantly barely giving you time to block any shot that got too close.

The will to fight was nothing to compared to what it had been years ago, but the world had chipped away at your heart, mind and soul, until there was scarcely anything left. But this was different. Din's life was at stake and the future of the baby waiting for it's father.

“What are you waiting for!?” You screamed trying to keep up with the enemy's fire. “Get back to the ship!”

“Like hell I will! I'm not leaving you here alone!”

Your weapon allowed you to send small blasts in the adversary's direction, but now that they had brought out another blaster, there was little time to aim. This new Mandalorian had their own kriffing jet pack making close combat impossible. The longer Din stalled, the more energy you burned through.

“I got this!” You lied. “Just get back to the kriffing ship! That kid needs you!”

Looking back for only a second proved to be a mistake as you could feel a blaster shot graze the side of your neck, another hitting your upper thigh.

In one final attempt to tell the Mandalorian off, you pleaded with him. “Just go back! Please, Din! You're injured!”

“I'm injured?!” He repeated incredulously. “I'm not going to leave you alone!”

You could feel several more shocks of pain course through your body.

“GET AWAY!” The flesh of your throat burned.

“No! I'm not going to let you die!” Din insisted, trying his best to fire at his pursuer. “You kriffing matter too!”

His words sparked something in you. Not something radiant but something erratic and sudden. Letting out a piercing scream, you struck the ground with your staff and a surge of power burst forth. When the earth shattering pulse subsided, you promptly fell to the ground, the pain of all blaster shots sending you into unconsciousness.

***___***___***

The feeling of something warm is what pulled you back to your senses, touch being absolutely foreign, it was greatly startling. Alarmed, you jerked awkwardly moving your body in the opposite direction of the feeling.

“Hey...” A modulated voice came softly. “Careful there, you'll make it hurt more than it has to.”

“Huh?”

When your eyes could finally focus you looked around to find yourself laying on a mat that had been set up on the durasteel floor of the main hold. Surrounding you was an array of medical supplies, shed armor and bloody bandages and rags. Glancing down at yourself, you found that there was hardly a place that wasn't covered in fresh bandages.

“What...The fight...”

Din, who was now simply in his flight suit sat next to your side. “It was only yesterday,” he began in a somber tone, “Whatever you did, sent that kriffing bastard flying. I'd be surprised if he's still alive.”

For a moment you considered the previous events, feeling a tiny sense of loss, but you were quick to gloss it over.

“Well, I told you I could do it!” You offered a weak smile, but there was no reciprocated upbeat nature to be felt from Din.

“Y/N...I didn't want to leave you with the kid yesterday....”

At this you were slightly miffed. “I took care of the baby fine.”

“That,” he started, “Isn't what I'm talking about. What the hell was that last night?”

There was no aggressiveness in his voice, but a heavy concern which made your throat clench.

“I...I was trying to get you to head back to the ship.”

Din leaned against the wall, clenching his fists. “You...You were hardly putting up a kriffing fight out there, Y/N. If I hadn't let him get the jump on me...Tch, that's not the point. Y/N, something is wrong. I'm not blind.”

“I never said you were.”

“You were fighting with no intention of living.”

It felt like a rock had suddenly been lodged in your throat. All the muscles in your body clenched and the room started to spin. Din could tell his assessment had been correct given the power of your silence, but he certainly did not enjoy being right.

After two empty minutes you let you head fall forward and tears start to drip down to wet your bandages. Running was not a choice, from the little bit that you had moved, everything hurt. But the lightheadedness might have given you a chance to escape had he not kept you from falling back.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Din steadied your swaying body. “You've been out for a while, stay with me.”

He was so warm, and with all the fight drained from your body, the idea of pulling away was still in your mind but you couldn't bring yourself to do it and the Mandalorian could sense this. Relenting, you let yourself fall into him and to your surprise it was like he was expecting you to.

“I was so scared.” The Mandalorian admitted. “You can tell me what's going on...If you want.”

“To tell you the truth, I don't think I even k-know how to. At least for the most p-part.”

You asked how the child was doing, having suddenly remembered him. Din insisted he was fine and just taking his nap before having his evening meal. While you could have just laid there and said nothing, you could feel some words start to build up, and it would be better to let them out of your own volition.

“Y'know you were right, Mando. I...I didn't care if that bastard kriffing killed me. And I guess I don't.”

“Can...Can I ask why?”

“I dunno?” You admitted hoarsely. “I just...there's so much and I just don't care anymore. But I'm too fucking scared to do anything myself. But if someone has the opportunity comes, why fight it? I don't matter.”

Those gloved hands lightly grasped your shoulders, a cool metal helmet just pressed slightly against your head.

“And I guess you saw...everything else.” You sighed. “But don't worry I don't do it anymore, I'm just reckless now I guess.”

Din Djarin's breath hitched, something you noticed right away, that shakiness was unmistakable, telling you that the Mandalorian was crying.

“You matter. You realize that. You have to realize that. Y/N?”

Those words were now gone and you were left with no plan of what else to say.

“I-I don't! I c-can't...” You stammered, cursing yourself silently. “M' just so tired and I don't know what to do...”

He kept in mind your vast collection of injuries, especially the ones you had neglected to tend to. Din held onto your form as tight ad he felt he could, as if his grip slacked, you would vanish entirely.

“Can you try?”

You tensed.

“I'll be with you along the way.” Din added hurriedly. “I'll help as much as you let me. And I know you don't know what to do, but we can find out together, yeah?”

The Mandalorian could feel your shaking cease with time and to his absolute elation, you nodded.

It was the start.

[yarrowleef]

Read Darkness Within all in one sitting last night and then passed out so here are my scattered thoughts i wrote down as i read, (afterthoughts in parenthesis)

Darkness Within Spoilers, obv

UGH GOD THE SECOND HAND EMBARRESMENT FROM SQUIRREL FAKE FLIRTING WITH ASHFUR IT HURTS

Just remembered Sandynose died and got a small boost of happiness (will Hawkwing and Plumwillow ever be allowed to talk again now? I mean probly not b/c they aren’t protags and non-protags don’t rly have friends but I can hope. Sorry, Hawkwhing and Plumwillow’s short-lived friendship in Hawkwings Journey was one of the last times I felt something)

Ghost fleas lol

Mothwing: i’m rude now. (but more importantly, Fuck Tigerheartstar for forcing his son to be around the cat that hurt him so badly, like he HAS to know how upset everyone is regarding Shadowsight and his accidentally helping the imposter, and he’s making him be the sole one to tend to him??? There is NO REASON Puddleshine couldn’t have done it. You think Puddleshine is going to try and murder someone?? )

Oh no don't make this a traveling book, and a ROOTBRISTLE traveling book this is going to be insufferable

BACON AND EGGS

Lightleap Is Good (Hey didn’t Shadowsight have another sister? lets be real we all knew Pouncekit was going to end up as the forgettable 3rd one)

Bristlefrost’s crush continues to feel unnatural to me. It’s like she’s grasping at straws romanticizing the most generic things.....wow....I love how ur just so...bare minimum competent....being polite to the loner we came all this way to ask for help like any somewhat reasonable person would....How admirable...I love the way you just *clenches fist* exhibit some basic traits of loyalty and skill that literally every warrior has (I s2g I’m this close to head canon-ing Bristle as a clueless aromantic who doesn't understand what romance is actually suppose to feel like so she just looks at feelings of low-bar admiration and assumes “oh I guess this is that “romantic attraction” everyone’s always talking about? guess I must be in love???” because both her crushes have felt out of nowhere and like. Idk fake/forced sounding like she’s just telling me that that she’s In Love Now while I continue to not actually feel it at all from her end. I know it’s just that I hate the way Erin’s write female characters in love but this head-canon makes me laugh)

Got scared because I thought they were going to villainize Spotfur for not wanting kits for a minute, but also excited at the concept of maybe exploring a female character that doesn’t want to be a mother, but it turns out she was just pulling a Sparkpelt and actually DID want the kits all along and was only hesitant because she’s sad. Shrug oh well.  (the only female character in warriors that was distinctly upset about pregnancy and motherhood was Lizardstripe and as we all know she was eeeeeevil and abusive and “overly ambitious” because why else would you not come around to being happy about motherhood?? YES I’M STILL SALTY ABOUT YELLOWFANG’S SECRET, BAD BOOK)  Whatever it’s fine so long as Spot doesn’t lose her rebel leader spirit forever and default to “soft mom” personality for the rest of her life, I gotta have hope because I actually like Bristle and Spot’s current relationship. Also I am actually very grateful they never made Bristle resentful at Spot for getting with her crush, as lots of middle grade/YA media has a very bad habit of demonizing female romantic “competition” and its super gross, so I rly do like that Bristlefrost is so protective and caring towards her instead. )

This series is trying to tell me that Rootspring is actually Big but I refuse to accept that. he has dumb scrawny bitch energy and we all know it

Sunrise: “Thunderclan may be better with a new leader” lol go off (i mean........they right tho...It’s unfortunate that the tension in this whole plot is a bit dampened by the fact that i DO in fact want bramble to die v badly. I don’t even have special hatred for him, I’m just bored of him.)

Yes Lionblaze beat the shit out of Ashfur

*HOLY SHIT THAT’S FUCKED!!!! (I wrote this in reference to the ghost summoning scene, this was all I could manage at the time, that scene was WILD and I am VIBING WITH THE HORROR OF IT ALL)

* Brashfur: Oh yeah? Could Ashfur fake THIS? *stands up with slightly better posture* Shadowsight: oh damn you got me there...... (asdfhhfhhgh im sorry that was really funny, how did that prove anything?? ONLY A ~REAL~ WARRIOR COULD STAND UP STRAIGHT WE ALL KNOW ASHFUR IS INCAPABLE OF GOOD POSTURE!)

End of the book: *LAUGHING NERVOUSLY* WHAT THE FUCK??? (I thought he was just gonna kill Squirrelflight right there holy shit can you imagine the RIOTS that would ensue in the wake of all this Squirrel/Bramble discourse I was so scared for a second.  

 But it’s fine, she just....went to super hell instead......Warriors has come so far lmao WHAT IS HAPPENING

Final Notes:

*On Mothwing, I don’t think her behavior struck me as “CHARACTER BUTCHERING” as much as it did for other people? I mean.....Warriors fans will say that literally any time a character does ANYTHING less then perfectly nice I think her actions just seemed that much harsher because we are reading from Shadowsight’s POV, and Shadowsight is taking everything 10x more personally right now (understandably so, but Mothwing isn’t inside his head) she wasn’t trying to hurt him. Also... like... Shadowsight DID get his name too early. It’s not Mothwing’s job to put his feelings above everything else, she’s not even his mentor, Puddleshine on the other hand, as his main mentor, I don’t understand what his deal is ignoring Shadowsight, that’s not how you help an apprentice but I suppose I chalk many of his mistakes up to also not being the most experienced medicine cat (he barely even had his own mentor.) Maybe he’s distant because he feels guilty and actually blames himself for not guiding Shadowsight better?? the two of them haven’t communicated about it yet so idk

 any way I give Mothwing a pass to be a little short tempered right now as a cat who has had her abilities periodically questioned all her life no matter how hard she works or how much experience she has, just because she doesn’t vibe with the spiritual cult side of the clans, I can understand why she’s a bit defensive of being questioned and frustrated watching so much hurt happen Yet Again due to reliance on StarClan visions over common sense, and I for one still stan her for slandering StarClan and refusing to accept Mistystar’s bullshit banishing like everyone else. Sometimes a character is at the end of their rope and can’t manage to be 100% nice 24/7 and that’s maybe not inherently bad writing? idk just my hot take. At a certain point we all gotta reckon with the fact that our perception of most popular supporting characters in heavily colored by fanon and we can’t always get mad at the authors for not adhering to it

*The sisters magic shit is my fav worldbuilding warriors has had in AGES, I love the way it’s described and it actually feels like it adds something to this world. I love this horror imagery with the ghosts, very excited for that. 

*still won’t be thrilled if Ashfur is working alone, because his motive doesn’t make sense right now. I mean the trying to get Squilf thing, sure, whatever, but the “I will make everyone pay for what they did to me”???? cause like?? Who??? they didn’t do anything to him?? Ashfur’s grievance was very specifically JUST Squilf. He has no other cause for revenge, he had no other beef or complaints about the clans to my knowledge? The cat that killed him is dead, and she’s like, the only other one that I could see as having “wronged” him?? I guess he also didn’t like Firestar much according to Graystripe’s Vow (and on account of how willing he was to kill him w/ Hawkfrost) but Firestar is ALSO dead. I don’t understand his angle. Will have to see last 2 books to judge i suppose.

*All in all I am interested to see where this is going!! but also the pacing as I feared is becoming a major issue. It’s better then ending the main conflict on book 3 like Vision of Shadows did, but omg. Hardly anything happened in all these pages. I realized I was over half way through and nothing about the situation had actually CHANGED or advanced at all in all that time. Similar to the past 2 books which I believe could have been combined, this plot felt like it should have been the first half of a book. Discussing whether or not to kill the imposter isn’t much of a standalone plot, it’s just the set up to a plot. Finding the sisters didn’t need to be a whole long thing, the debates about the Imposters fate didn’t need to be repeated 10 times, all those chapters illustrating that “Shadowsight is sad” were also drawn out, repetitive, and interchangeable, we probably only needed 2 or so chapters showing his struggles to get the necessary information across. It felt like a lot of padding, it was really slow and I did a lot of skimming. I am still very interested in the overarching plot and mystery behind the ghosts so that kept me reading but man this “will they won’t they kill him” plot did not justify it’s own whole book. Alas this is a persisting issue that will never be resolved while they continue to force 6 books into 1 series that doesn’t need 6 books. I’m sure the writers are doing the best they can with these unfortunate constraints but still, it’s a wonder this slow padding isn’t more of a detriment to their younger readers that the books are supposed to be marketed to.

[writing-for-me-at-this-point]

Hurt S/o! | Shikamaru + Kiba + Shino | ANGST + Fluff | HC’s

Request: This is my first request so please forgive and correct me if I do something wrong. I was wondering if you could maybe do an angsty headcanons for Shikimaru, Kiba, and Shino from Naruto’s reaction to their S/O getting seriously injured protecting them. If the S/O recovers or dies and the enemy is all up to you, I’ve just noticed a real lack in content for them and I’m craving it hard. Please and thank you!

Word Count: 1953 words

Page Count: 5.5 pages

A/N: i got so caught up in writing this it became way too long lmao. im sorry i forgot about naruto :( but i hope you do enjoy the rest! i made sure to end everything well. i have a shit ton of angst requests so i thought id leave this on a happier note :)

Tags: @bipolartryingtosurvive

Shikamaru Nara

- I could see this being during the Hidan fight.

- Hes set the plan in motion at that point.

- And you’re to make sure Hidan is distracted for the time being .

- Hidan may be an ass, but he isn’t dumb.

- He notices how you are keeping him from Shikamaru.

- Fucking LIVID

- You notice how hes shifting your fight closer to Shikamaru until he gets to the point where he definitely can get a deep slash into the Nara.

- You knew he was trying to get to him.

- You were fast, one of the fastest in the village, but that was because you were fairly weak when it came to strength.

- You tried to zip around, gaining speed and momentum, and within seconds- right when Hidan was going to bring his scythe down on Shikamarus neck, you slammed your body to his side.

- Shikamaru flew away as Hidan managed to get a large and deep slash into your body; you felt it start from under the right side of your ribs, curving across your stomach, and finally finished above your left knee.

- You didn’t feel it until you fell to the ground- shock really is a bitch.

- And then you felt the dull sting grow and blood dripped from the wound.

- The stinging grew into a pulsing and unbearable ache, and you knew for a fact he cut through each muscle in the way of his scythe, but your organs were nipped ( at best ) in the process.

- You couldn’t hear what was going on.

- You heard your heart beat in your ears, it was deafening, but you focused on your breathing and trying to keep calm.

- You trained for this- having a close friend beat your ass near death so you could focus on remaining in a state where you could prolong the inevitable.

- Yeah you thought of the most wild scenarios, and managed to prepare for them- turns out it worked out well.

- Once Hidan is buried Shikamaru went straight to you, managing to help out with Ino and Choji, stopping some of the bleeding while getting you to the village.

- You’re passed out at that point, so Ino cauterizes the wounds ends, the part under your ribs and the entire thigh.

- Shikamaru starts freaking at this point, he almost passes out, and Choji has to get his ass back together.   

- Once you get back to the village Tsunade is ready to go, with Sakura by her side your ass isn’t ending up on that stone.

- It takes about four hours to get you all settled, and into a private room, out of critical.

- He’d stay by your bedside, your hand in his till you woke up.

- “Shika…?”

- “Oh my gods, [ Y/n ]!”

- “Hi”

- Your soft giggles helped ease this poor boys heart.

- “You look awful.”

- “Don’t look too hot yourself.”

- “Wow. Okay.”

- “Get up here, you need some sleep. And don’t even deny it.”

- He took off the bulky clothes, only in his pants and tank top, climbing in next to you as you settled your head on his chest.

- “Thank you for taking care of me,”

- “Thank you for not dying.”

Kiba Inuzuka

- Being in Anbu had its ups and downs.

- But mostly downs.

- Okay. Only downs.

- But you managed to find your light, in a childhood friend and now lover.

- Though- he managed to act more like a puppy than a boyfriend at times.

- You didn’t mind though, and you lived your life peacefully after having to leave Anbu due to an injury that limited your eyesight greatly and it hindered all sight starting at arms length.

- Though, when in Anbu, its always- ALWAYS expected to have an old rival or two come back for more, even when one is retired.

- And here you were, walking through the forest with Kiba and Akamaru, talking about his past mission with Hinata and Shino.

- He got so excited to tell you that he didn’t notice the shift in scents in the air, and you couldn’t see ahead or through your peripheral.

- It happened so fast.

- Too fast.

- One second you were smiling with his arms around your waist, his chin on your head as you both laughed with Akamaru yipping.

- The next you were slipping from his arms, and blood was pooled at his arms, the slash at your neck was gruesome.

- Your hands went to your neck as Kiba yelled, Akamaru going after the person who came from the shadows.

- “No. No. No. No. No. No. [ Y/n ], NO!” He was panicking, picking you up quickly as a hand wrapped around your throat, gripping it so tightly you almost couldn’t breathe.

- Almost.

- You learned to stay calm in situations like this, and with Kiba’s harsh grip you didn’t have to waste any energy to help with the bleeding, so you focused on breathing and not getting your heart to pump too fast.

- “Tsunade! Fuck- get a medical nin! Now!”

- He yelled, running into the village again, where many were coming to help you out.

- Akamaru had come back by then, his mouth bloodied as well, but nothing else- indicating he got a good bite on the fucker.

- You made it to the hospital before you lost consciousness, making Kiba worry even more, because THAT was never a good sign.

- He had to be the one to lay you down on the table and his grip never wavered, getting into a sterile room and waiting for some instruction.

- He was freaking out inside, he wanted to cry and let go, just hold you- but you would die if any of that were to happen.

- He had to stay calm for you.

- He wasn’t going to let you die.

- The tell him to let go quickly and all hands go to your neck, working quickly to stop the bleeding, while a nurse came to get Kiba cleaned up and situated.

- His mom even came to help the boy, who looked dead while staring at your room, not even wanting to go in.

- “Boy." 

- Oh did she go off, telling him to go to his girlfriend and be a man.

- He did want to go, but he couldn’t help but feel so… helpless.

- "Helpless? Helpless! Boy, you do understand you just saved your girls life? That if you weren’t there she’d be laying there dead?”

- Kinda rocked his shit, but thanks mom.

- He went into your room alone first, your neck was bandaged and you looked pale, with blood and other IV fluids being attached to your arms.

- He noticed the especially dark bruise on your neck.

- It could have been either from his hand or the surgery, but he still felt bad.

- His mom came in and sat with him on the other side of you.

- They both held your hands and visited you till you woke up.

- “I lived bitch.”

Shino Aburame

- I honestly can’t see his S/o getting hurt so bad.

- Because when you think about it his bug control is OP AF.

- Like he can essentially control you with a bug.

- I would go with someone would be after him, but since they can’t get to Shino- you would be the best option.

- Get hurt him physically so lets do it mentally and emotionally :)

- Poor boy

- I could see this being when your both adults, and teaching the younger generations, including your kids :)

- And you’re chilling on your house rooftop, that you’ve decorated with couches and tables and such, even hanging lights around.

- You had Shino build a retractable sliding glass on top in case it rains.

- If you’re having trouble imagining this- think Fast and Furious ending where everyone is eating dinner together.

- Yeah that’s ya’ll with the rest of the group :)

- You’re relaxing, reading a book and curled into the couch and drinking some tea or coffee or hot cocoa ( THEY’RE ALL VALID ) 

- You had gotten up a second to go to the large chest you had near one of the tables, to pick out a fluffy blanket.

- You never noticed how someone had mixed a poison into your drink, because they were gone before you could even decide on a blanket.

- Your kids would have been home soon, and they knew you liked to hang out up here, especially Shino since he kept the bees up here.

- You settled down and read some more, before taking sips of your drink.

- You noticed it tasted weird, and you had gotten up to check it out you felt your head get light, and your throat was stinging- making you cough horribly.

- You honestly felt like death was coming for you, and you knew something was wrong, but by the time you had gotten to the door you fell down and struggled to breathe.

- “Hey mom, Aponi kicked me-”

- “Shut up! Adonis don’t be- Mom!”

- “Mom?!”

- Your kids started freaking out, with your little girl noticing how strange you looked and saw the cup that was broken at your side.

- “Addy! Get dad! Mom drank something!”

- “Alright! Stay there- I’ll be back!”

- They managed to get their dad and Uncle Kiba, with Aponi looking to the cup- having some of her bugs recognize what was in it.

- “Dad! Its Saifu Ants! Someone poisoned mom with Saifu ants!”

- Shino had gotten some for himself and used their toxins to create an antidote.

- You were currently at the hospital, and declining rapidly, stressing out everyone around you.

- Even Naruto came and the dude is Hokage and is busy as hell.

- “You should all be prepared for the worst.”

- Everyone’s hearts dropped, and Shino couldn’t be there- he was helping making the antidote.

- It took about 20 more minutes until Shino came rushing in with it.

- Everyone made their way to your room and god.

- You were so pale, you honestly looked dead. Your kids only knew you were alive due to the heart monitor and your weak chalkra signature, your breathing was supported by a machine and even then your lungs sounded horrible.

- God Shino worked as hard as he could so fast.

- He felt like his heart stopped, that everything was moving too fast for him and he was going to pass out.

- Thank god his eyes were covered cause he had tears in them the entire time.

- He felt his soul ripping apart, what would he do if you left him so soon? The kids?

- You had gotten the antidote in time- but not before the poison had it’s time with you.

- Your lungs were destroyed and your heart was weak, your muscle was torn down.

- But you made it back to them.

- Everyone held a sigh of relief.

- You were a little off at first- still sleepy and slurring.

- After a few month you were able to leave- with everyone visiting you in the meantime with what had been going on in the village.

- Once you made it home you collapsed on your bed with Shino, easing his heart just a bit.

- Your kids jumped in too, snuggling up to both of you, with Aponi on your chest and Adonis on your stomach.

- “You scared us. Please, don’t do that again.”

- “It’s okay. I told you. You can’t get rid of me that easy.”

- “Like I’d want to.”

[hopelikethemoon]

Headlines (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: Headlines Rating: PG-13 Length: 2000 Warnings: None. Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set in March 1998. Summary: The article hits the newstands. 

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DRUG ENFORCEMENT AGENCY UNDER FIRE FOR GENDER-BASED DISCRIMINATION 

America was captivated by the DEA’s pursuit of the Colombian drug lord Pablo Escobar. Following his death in 1993, two names became synonymous with the chase — but there was another name carefully removed from the narrative. 

In 1987, Annie Morley transferred to Colombia from the DEA’s Atlanta Division eager to make a name for herself within one of the government’s most notorious agencies. Her drive led to numerous successful apprehensions. Most notably, she led the takedown on a notorious associate of Escobar within her first twenty-four hours with the agency. 

The DEA rewarded her loyalty to the agency by burying her efforts and scrubbing her dedication from the record books. 

Following Escobar’s death, Morley entered into a quiet relationship with her longtime partner, Javier Peña. After years of fighting against the rampant sexism at the embassy, she was forced to conceal not only the relationship, but the paternity of her daughter.

The DEA’s response to her pregnancy was to place her on indefinite desk duty, prematurely ending the career of one of their best field agents. She was replaced by Chris Fiestle, a junior agent with a record for complacency, forged documentation, multiple disciplinary infractions, and at least one harassment-based misdemeanor on his record. Fiestle’s connections within the DEA agency allowed for his unowned momentum, despite his unfavourable records. While Morley found herself under increased scrutiny, harassment, and intimidation merely due to her transition into motherhood.

Once the couple’s relationship became known to the agency, the DEA swiftly severed Morley’s employment and terminated her work permit sponsorship in Colombia. Morley and Peña have provided the paper with first person accounts and documentation of numerous actions undertaken by the DEA to silence, intimidate, harassment, and even blackmail them into subjugation. 

Files obtained by the Post, courtesy of the Freedom of Information Act have confirmed internal communication between several upper level members of the DEA actively conspiring against the couple. Including, but not limited to, explicit correspondence reflecting on the nature of Morley’s morals and whether other members of the agency would be willing to “share her”. 

Two years ago, Peña contacted the Post to investigate Morley’s omission from official DEA records and was met by the DEA financially blackmailing one of his students at The University of Miami, orchestrating false sexual assault claims in an attempt to silence their attempts at going to the press with their story.

The Post will continue coverage on these shocking allegations next month. 

 ———

 The newspaper trembled as your eyes skimmed over the article. There it was. In print. The summation of your six years with the DEA. Pictures of the three of you on assignment — a copy of the one that had sat framed in your apartment for years. You had been there. You had given your blood, sweat, and tears to the agency and in return, they’d buried your contributions all because you had become a mother. 

“I didn’t know that.” You remarked, peering over the edge of the newspaper, watching Javier as he read through his own copy of the Post. 

“What?” He questioned, arching a brow at you. 

“That they wanted to share me.” Just repeating what you had read made your skin crawl. You sat in briefings with those assholes — stupidly thinking they saw you as an agent and not as a woman. “I must’ve missed that in the FOIA files.” 

Javier nodded, “That’s tame, in comparison to what Vickers has sitting on his desk.” He reached over and gave your leg a squeeze. “You good, baby?”

“It’s just surreal.” You admitted, covering his hand with yours as you sat up. “I never thought it would come to this, you know? When we were back in Colombia — before Josie… I would never have imagined this.” You gestured to the paper. 

And it was just the beginning. Now that it was out, you were certain the DEA would retaliate. They’d dredge up something to hurt your image, to hurt Javier’s. They played dirty and you weren’t sure how swift their retaliation would be this time. 

“I wish I could be a fly on the wall when Chris reads this.” Javier said, loosely shaking out the newspaper before folding it closed and sitting it aside on the coffee table. He stared at you for a long moment and you could feel his eyes on you. “C’mere baby.” 

You sighed heavily as you sat the newspaper aside, crawling down the length of the sofa to him. Javier pulled you into his arms and you settled against his chest, listening to his heart beating beneath your ear. 

“Are you glad we did this?” Javier questioned, pressing his lips to the top of your head.

You swallowed thickly, nodding slowly. “I think so.” You trailed your fingers over his arm, drawing little patterns against his skin. “You know, it’s really wild to see our relationship put to print. Because it was a quiet affair, we’ve never made it into something.” 

Javier played his fingers through your hair gently, his other hand sliding down your back. “Do you want to make it into something?”

“No.” 

“I didn’t think so.” He chuckled quietly. “But you’re not wrong, baby. Seeing the two of us in the paper like this — it’s fucking weird.” Javier gestured to the newspaper on the table. “Seeing everything put so plainly, spelled out for the world to see.”

You tilted your head to press a kiss to his throat, “Thank you for this very belated Christmas gift.”

Javier snorted, “Well, we had to have a baby and move first, didn’t we?” He stroked his fingers up and down your back. 

You cracked a smile, resting your cheek against his chest again. “The last year has been a blur.” 

“Make that ten years.”

“Truly.” Your eyes flickered towards the newspaper, your heart best quickening as you stared at the picture of yourself right there on the front page. 

One. Two. Three.

You exhaled heavily.

Javier pressed a kiss to the top of your head, just as the phone started ringing in the kitchen. “I should get that. It might be the daycare.” He remarked, reluctantly starting to get up. 

You pulled away from him, reclining back on the sofa as you watched him head into the kitchen to catch the call on the third ring. 

“Hey, baby?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s for you.”

Your brows rose upwards are the somewhat odd tone Javier was using. You hadn’t actually considered that people might call you in regards to the paper until that moment. 

“Who is it?” You questioned, hands on your hips as you stared at him. He had the receiving pressed to his chest to muffle out your voices. 

“Lance.”

“What?”

Javier shrugged, a casual indifference that you knew wasn’t indifference. 

“Javi,” You rolled your eyes as you took the phone from him. You turned back towards the wall to press the speaker button on the phone. “Hey, Lance! You’re on speaker.”

Lance chuckled coolly, “Saw the headlines this morning, thought I ought to drop a line.”

“Yeah, it’s been a long time coming.” You admitted, folding your arms across your chest. “How’s Sheena?”

“It’s going great. We actually just moved back closer to her parents. She’ll need the help in about four months.”

“Congratulations, Lance.” You offered, “I know how much you wanted kids.”

“Got my wish too. Twins.”

Javier arched a brow at you, looking in between you and the phone. 

“What?” You mouthed. 

He shook his head and headed over to make himself a cup of coffee, eyes still flickering your direction. 

“How are your kids doing?”

“Josie’s a spitfire. I don’t know how she’s going to manage kindergarten.”

“Kindergarten? No shit. How the hell is she five?”

You laughed, “She’s still got a couple months. And Sofía’s doing really well.”

“Sofía. Sheena actually has that one on the name list.”

“It was my mother’s name.” Javier remarked, with just the edge of annoyance to his voice. You stepped away from the phone, curling your fingers around his arm. 

“Stop.” You whispered when he tried to pull his arm away from you. 

“Well then, I’ll promise to steer Sheena away from the name then.” Lance remarked with a good-natured laugh. 

Javier’s expression softened as you cupped his cheek and leaned up on your toes to kiss him. You drew back, brushing your nose against his. “You jealous fool.” You whispered just for him, ruffling your fingers through his hair. 

“I wish I was calling just to congratulate the two of you for sticking it to the DEA, but I, uh… I come with some unfavorable information.” 

You stiffened and Javier reached for your hand. “What do you mean by unfavorable news?”

“Looks like the DEA got ahead of your story in the Post,” Lance explained. “First thing this morning I had the public relations team at the DEA Headquarters calling me. They were wanting any information I would give them about our relationship.” 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Javier hissed out. 

“Easy there, Peña.” Lance warned him, “I told them we had a good relationship, but we both ultimately wanted different things. They seemed rather disappointed to find out you and I still talk.” 

Javier’s hand tightened around yours. 

“What kind of questions were they asking?” You questioned, biting down on your bottom lip as you worried about what the DEA could possibly be up to. “Specific questions about our relationship?”

“Start and end date. Whether I suspected that you and Javier were more than partners.” Lance chuckled. “You and I were long over before the two of you got together. I told them they didn’t have a story with me. But that means they’re going to be following other leads that might be able to discredit your story.”

“We have the fucking FOID files. There’s nothing to discredit.” You seethed.  

“You’re welcome to pass my contact info along to the journalist,” Lance told you. “I’m happy to lend whatever assistance I might be able to render.” 

“You might be a fucking suit, but you’re not a bad guy, Lance.” Javier retorted, his tongue pressed into his cheek as he glared at the phone.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Peña.” Lance countered. “You make her happy and frankly that’s all I care about. You two have a good rest of your day.” 

“Thanks for calling, Lance. I’ll pass your information along to Vickers.” You offered as you stepped towards the phone to hang up. “It’s not like we should be surprised that the DEA is already trying to damage control.” 

Javier gave you a look, his lips drawn thin. “So you keep in touch with Lance?”

You rolled your eyes, “You are ridiculous. You should be thanking me for keeping in touch with him. Otherwise we wouldn’t know what the DEA is up to right now.” You approached him, poking him in the chest. “Once again, I prove to be a better agent than you.” 

“And how’s that?” He questioned, curling his hand around your hip as he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. 

“I keep people close,” You answered, resting a hand on his shoulder. “People who someone might be able to turn against me. I keep that relationship — no matter how badly it ended — in good condition. The old adage is ‘an enemy of my enemy, is my friend’ and I try to keep that from being used against me.” 

“Is that why you went to coffee with Elena?” 

You shrugged, “I always liked Elena.” 

“Me too.” He admitted, “She let me talk about you.” 

You made a face, “Pretty sure I talked about you to Lance and neither of us knew why.” You reached down and took both of his hands into yours, interlacing your fingers before bringing them to your lips. You pressed a kiss to each knuckle. “We knew this wasn’t going to be easy. Look what the DEA did just because of a FOIA.” 

“Yeah.” Javier sighed heavily, clicking his tongue against his teeth. “I’ll fucking tear that entire institution down if they try to hurt you for this. I’ll burn it all to the ground.” 

“Oh, arson.” You pursed your lips, giving him an appraising look. “I hadn’t taken you for an arsonist.” 

Javier snorted, tracing his tongue over the edges of his teeth, “DEA deserves to burn. And I’ll use the embers to keep you warm, baby.” 

“I’ll get the matches.” You smirked, tracing your fingertip down the length of his nose, before you tilted your chin and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. 

[lu-undy]

Henlo, hope Im not bothering you! So whenever Spy tops, Sniper notices how he's fond of whispering sweet nothings into his ear (even though most of the time he doesn't understand). One time while he's topping, he decides to try that as well and LOVED the reaction from Spy. And now he continuosly does that just to get Spy's reaction.

Aaand another NSFW one for you guys! As always I hope adults will enjoy it and kids please, stay safe!

"Already back?"

"Oi, you could just say how much ya missed me!" 

Sniper entered his lover's suite at about eleven in the night. He had been drinking and spending time with the rest of his colleagues. Spy was used to that habit of his on the Fridays, when work had been good and they had won more than they had lost during the week.

As Sniper entered, he didn't see the Frenchman but had heard his distant voice from - his, officially, but rather their - bedroom.

The Aussie pushed the bedroom door and the sight seized him. 

Woah… 

His lips parted but no sound came out. His lover was lying on the satin sheets wearing nothing but a pair of dark red boxer shorts that stuck to his skin in the most delicious and enticing way, and his usual red satin dressing gown. 

Spy was reading a magazine and as he wondered why his lover hadn't made it yet to the bed, he lowered it down and raised his eyes to the man at the door. His lips had parted slightly and his eyes were keenly devouring the Frenchman on the bed. 

"Someone is enjoying the view…"

Sniper's eyes were riveted on his lover and Spy would not complain. He smirked and put the magazine aside before removing the dressing gown and throwing it on the nearby chair, seemingly innocently. Sniper hadn't still uttered a word and watched as his lover turned on his stomach to continue reading his magazine, propped on his forearms. Spy removed his balaclava and threw it behind him. It landed on his lover's face. 

"W-what…?" Sniper barely whispered as his lover's piece of clothing landing on his face slapped him back to reality. He took it off and undressed rapidly before joining Spy on the bed. 

The Frenchman acted as if he did not notice anything and pretended that he was still reading when in truth, had the magazine been upside down in his hands, he wouldn't have realised it…! 

Sniper came closer to Spy's left shoulder as he laid on the bed and started peppering kisses on it. The Frenchman's lips pursed up in a smile but he continued reading, or at least pretended, and turned the page. 

"What are you readin' about…?" 

"Since when are you interested in my literary tastes?" 

"Since it looks like your magazine is the only thing you care about, eh." Sniper continued kissing his lover on his back, getting closer to his neck. 

"That is because you are doing a poor job at catching my attention." Spy said. 

"Oh, I'll catch more than that, luv'..." Sniper's hand slid on his lover's back all the way down and grasped the curves that had been beckoning him through the red fabric of the boxer shorts. "Mmmh… You're so soft…" 

Sniper let his teeth graze on the Frenchman's skin before he bit in the hollow between his neck and the shoulder. 

"And you are very harsh with me, biting me like that!"

"As if you didn't like it…"

His hand still palming Spy's backside, kneading it lovingly, Sniper got his lips closer to the Frenchman's ear and did something that usually worked on himself very well. 

"You're gorgeous lyin' on the bed almost naked like this."

He growled in Spy's ear and the Frenchman closed his eyes. Sniper continued. 

"Everything's poetry with you, have you left some beauty for the rest of us or did you just steal it all fer yerself…?"

Spy's smile widened at how cheesy it sounded, especially coming from Sniper who wasn't the most talkative man. 

"Look at you…" 

Sniper's hand slid up to Spy's hair and played with it. 

"Yer hair's so soft, it's softer than silk between my fingers."

"But it is grey." 

"Grey is the color of the ashes, the same that you turn me into when I see you naked on yer bed for me like that…" 

Spy raised an eyebrow, his eyes still on the magazine as Sniper was staring at his hair. The Frenchman didn't expect that sort of compliment but would never complain. 

"Really?" He asked for more. 

"Yeah and look at yer body… Pff, wearin' clothes when you look like that should be a crime. Or maybe you're just savin' yourself fer me, eh?"

"Maybe…" Spy playfully answered. 

"Yeah you are… And hmm… What have we here, eh? Curves and curves…" 

Sniper's finger slid along the Frenchman's spine as if it was a train on track and met with the waistband of Spy's underwear. 

"Hidin' yer best curves but showin' them anyway, what's that? Torture?" 

"Does it feel like it?" 

"Oh yeah… Feels like you're temptin' just what I need to go wild and want you beyond what I could control, but that bloody underwear of yours doesn't want me to touch you, it doesn't want me to feel yer warmth on my palm, on my fingers, grabbin' ya…"

The mere thought of it all turned on Spy enough that he now slightly leaned in to get more of Sniper's warm breath on his ear. The Aussie noticed it and smiled. He pressed his lips against his lover's ear lobe and then below his ear, on his neck. 

"Hmm…" 

He bit it playfully. 

"But I'm not gonna let anythin' stand between you'n me, luv', oh no, especially not some stupid underwear. You're too beautiful for me to not rip everythin' apart with my hands and my teeth if I have to." 

"Oh, mmmh…" Spy bit his lip imagining his lover tearing his clothes apart hungrily, and his insides twitched.

Sniper went away from his lover's ear and pulled Spy's underwear down before throwing it away. The Aussie pushed his lover's legs enough for him to lay on his stomach in between. 

He grabbed Spy's backside on the bare flesh now with eager and strong palms. He kneaded it with his hands before getting closer and kissing it, treating it like the most precious thing in existence and in a way, it was, because it was part of Spy.

He kissed and nibbled at it before lapping lasciviously the soft skin.

"Ah, Sniper…" 

His tongue was slowly closing down on his lover's most intimate entrance. He flicked his tongue at it and Spy cried out of surprised. He hadn't expected the furtive lick, Sniper was more used to a slow style of approach. But then again, he wasn't used to saying sweet nothings to Spy, yet here they were… 

Spy tried to not moan at first but his lover's tongue swirling around sent his mind to spin round and round in rhythm with Sniper's care. The Aussie was grasping Spy's backside firmly, his fingers digging in the flesh hungrily as he treated his lover's body like a delicacy… 

Spy could hardly hold himself anymore, he could feel it between his legs, he was more and more sensitive and wanted more. A moan escaped him but of course the Aussie heard it. 

"Gosh you're the sexiest thing when you moan…" 

Spy pushed his magazine and it fell off the bed. He needed to grab a pillow and bury his face in it while Sniper played and savoured. The Aussie on the other hand didn't smother his noises of pleasure, he was a natural and as such, if it felt right to moan, then he wouldn't hold himself back. But he wasn't moaning, nah, the man was treating his lover and himself. Seeing Spy trying to hide his face in a pillow and suppress his sounds encouraged Sniper even more.

He kissed at the soft flesh here and there and got his index finger to trace lazy shapes on Spy's skin as he looked at it, under the yellow light of the night table. 

"You're gorgeous and delicious… I can't get enough of you…" 

Spy felt something heavy on his backside. He looked back and saw Sniper's head resting on it as if it were a pillow. 

"I love you… I just… I love you not like I've ever meant it in my life before." 

Spy's eyes snapped wide when the sentence hit his mind. He knew Sniper was normally a man of few words and he meant each of them. His words weighed so much and meant so much to the Frenchman. He took a second to digest it all before opening the drawer of the nearby night table and grabbing the bottle there. He let it hover before Sniper's eyes. The latter smiled and took the hand that held the bottle. He took the bottle away and kissed the surprised digits. 

When he let go of Spy's hand, he poured some of the bottle's content on his fingers and generously coated them. He then grasped Spy's backside again and teased with his finger. Spy felt a bolt of electricity shoot through his body. He exhaled in a moan and opened his legs slightly more. 

Sniper took the hint and pushed his index in. 

"Awwh… Sniper…" 

"Breathe, luv', take it easy… I won't hurt you… I'll go slow and at yer pace… There we go, relax…"

"Oh mon Dieu…"

Sniper pushed a second finger and worked in slow movements. The last thing he wanted was to hurt Spy. 

"You're doin' great, you've always been."

"S-Sniper… Aah… Ooh…" 

The Aussie slightly curled his fingers as he slowly massaged and looked for that sweet spot. He found it soon enough as suddenly Spy's hips jolted on their own. 

"Oh mon Dieu!"

"I'm really strugglin' to not put my hand down there. Yer moanin'... It's perfect…" 

He made the Frenchman sing his pleasure in ahs and ohs for a bit longer until Spy was grinding on the mattress itself. Meanwhile, Sniper had coated his throbbing length generously. He slowly removed his fingers and rolled his lover to have him lay on his back. He realised Spy was red in the face beyond belief and he was panting. 

"Are you alroight? Did I hurt you?" 

"N-Non…" Spy wiped his glistening eyes with the back of his hand. 

Bloody hell, he's had tears in his eyes… Sniper thought and instinctively laid on top of his lover to hug him, crushing him with his all his weight, his love and his affection. 

"I'm sorry if I hurt you luv'... I-I can stop fer tonight, sorry…" He whispered in Spy's ear. 

The Frenchman had laced an arm around Sniper's neck and he had lost his fingers in his brown locks of hair.

"Non you did not hurt me, it's just… What you said… I… It… I'm sorry."

Sniper wanted to look his lover in the eye but Spy had blocked his head on his shoulder. 

"Hey… Spook…? I love you, alroight? It's not because I don't say it as often as you do or as well as you do, that I don't. I-I'm just awkward with words."

"You've just proved that you're not."

"I-I'm tryin' because… I love it when you tell me all those things you think about me so I thought I'd try and give back."

"I didn't know you could… And I didn't know what it felt to receive those words… I must admit that I am quite speechless, Sniper."

Spy released his grip around Sniper's neck and the Aussie went for his lover's lips. 

"I just think… That you're… Beautiful… The most… Beautiful person I've ever met and… And Gosh you turn me on so much…" 

Sniper had sprinkled his kisses with the words and could feel Spy weaken after each one of them. When their lips parted, the Frenchman was as red as a brick. 

"And you're so cute when you blush… Doesn't happen often." 

"I… I am trying to hold it back but I guess if you can see it that means I am failing quite badly."

"Nah, you're not failing anythin'. You just let yourself be fully yerself and that's great. I appreciate it, luv', I really do." 

Their lips met again and as they did, Sniper teased his lover's entrance with the tip of his masculinity until Spy took the matter in his own hands, so to speak, and positioned his lover correctly. 

Sniper cupped Spy's head with his hands and pressed his forehead against his lover's as he rolled his hips, breaching inside his lover as delicately as he could. 

"I love you so much…" Sniper whispered.

Spy rolled his eyes up in his head, overwhelmed by what he heard and what he felt.

Sniper took it slow that night. He wanted above all to make love, as opposed to anything else. He wanted Spy to fall in love with his way of doing things, he wanted Spy to dream about it and wake up sweating, wanting for it to happen again and at the same time, knowing that if it did happen again, the Frenchman would melt at the first touch, as if it was the first time in his life. And in a way, it was. It was the first time that someone dared show Spy that he wasn't just a charming handsome man, he was also one that could be loved for different reasons; that if he had been born hideous instead of gorgeous, Sniper would have fallen for him anyway because he saw something that no one else did. 

"Spy…" 

The Frenchman opened his eyes slowly to face his lover and what Spy saw made his insides melt. 

"You're beautiful. Not like a sheila, not like any bloke I've seen before. Everything is so beautiful about you. Yer eyes, they… They're like burning ice drops, you've got the prettiest eyes I have ever seen. Yer nose…"

Sniper let his finger slide down on his lover's nose, their faces a few inches apart and his hips still rolling but oh, so seductively and slowly.

"Yer nose is hooked just what it needs to be, it's small and cute. And then yer lips… Oh my God yer lips…"

Sniper's eyes crossed looking at them. 

"They're the most delicious lips I've ever kissed. They're tender and… And when you kiss me, I can taste yer nasty cigs but now, heh, I think I like the nicotine more than you do."

"Why?" 

Sniper smiled softly and cupped his lover's face, resting his forehead againt Spy's.

"Because if I taste it on my tongue, that means I'm kissin' you, and that's about one of the best things in the world."

Spy screwed his eyes shut and frowned. He was the one who was used to being romantic and shower his loved one with compliments. He rarely was at the receiving end. Of course he had heard the odd kind word about his looks here and there, but no one before Sniper had actually described him that long and that poetically. 

"Spy…"

Sniper was about to add something when Spy cut him. 

"I am having the time of my life… Why is it happening so late…? And what you are doing to me tonight, I will never forget it Sniper." 

"Neither will I." 

His thrusts were slow, they were neither to satisfy his lover, nor himself. He was literally making love, building it with the sweat of his brow, the few words he knew and the best of intentions. He just wanted to tell Spy how much he loved him. 

"Stop." 

When he heard it, Sniper thought he had bruised his lover and froze on the spot. 

"Did it hurt? Did I go too far?"

"Non. I just don't want you to make love to me." Spy said.

"Oh… Sorry I-"

"Please hold me instead." 

If the words hadn't hit Sniper hard enough on his head, his lover's pleading eyes and the crack in his voice made him obey on the spot. He delicately withdrew from Spy and lied down, pulling him to lie on top of himself. 

Spy gladly obliged and used his lover's shoulder as his pillow. He felt Sniper's long and strong fingers through his hair. 

"I… I love you, Spy. I'm sorry I don't know how to say it otherwise… oh no actually, I do!"

Spy raised his head off his lover's shoulder and Sniper brushed his lips and his chin with his thumb, as he looked straight in the Frenchman's eyes, and said:

"Je t'aime."

[I love you.]

This time, Spy failed utterly. Not only did he turn red but his lips trembled. Sniper understood and smiled as sweetly as he could while his lover buried his head in his neck to hide what was, perhaps, the most honest tears in his life.

[shivasbaby]

Do you like to suck dick

ugh im pissing

Yes i love to suck dick. i fucking love it shivas fat ass cock. 😍😍😍😍😍😻

after this rest of this turn, since you summoned, You know my battle position. You activated a spell. ✨🧚🏽‍♀️

i love giving head n i mean i loooooooove giving head to my man. it's the temptaion in me that leads to ths. tuning. ✨🧚🏽‍♀️

I can work tha dick like a freak, allowing one to experience innocently anew. i make him know my tempts, sensual desires, my gluttony and my envy. ive caused Mass destruction about it and lill do it again.

i can make him tempted by forces he cannot control.

I can create so much beauty and its all because

1. I can

2.the atoms and spiders lead me to do it . it is my intellect and expansion

3. Shiva is a fucking sexy ass bitch and i will beat that ass up.

The smarts in me creates moor, and then extremeties. i get so horny to this and i look him in the eyes, etc. 😍 my hormones are the cause of this. And when i say horny i mean extremely fucjing horny. I love looking up and seeing that bad little bitch. He drives me a-wall and i rampage. I can't do anything but be horny sometimes 🤷🏼‍♀️ It's him. its all him.

i love to put him in my mouth, follow through down the shaft and hit his page just softly with my lips. His breath just softly letting out but heavy. 😍 beginning to tease him.😍 Lick on his tip and side to side increasing in spead, making him moan an uh. 😍 circling my tongue on his tip and down his shaft as he continues the moans. gagging and bobbing on his whole length, playing with his foreskin and licking all around. this is how i tease him extremely before touching his base, his page, and his balls. n he loves it because it feels like im working him when the rest of him is yearning me still and he feels like yin , he loves his girls vampirish ways. just like he teases my sensitive little fat clit i do the same to him, kissing his tip , circling my tongue on the tip again just taking his breath away, setting him back, will really hit the spot for him. i repeat this and give him multiple kisses and tongue licks on the tip, then circling my tongue on his shaft and working his whole cock then, finally🥰🥰🥰, i reach for his huge fat balls n give him a big fat lick and kiss and suck and different orders on repeat, then to his page, then his cock again, then mixing them all together.. he begins to moan like this mmmmmmfn. i rub his shaft with my hands in a circular motion or i grip him. extremely. fucking. hard. and he lifts his hips up slowly, getting wet. this is the key with shiva, as he needs to be held in his place. he is big on loving relationships since hes a libra and he is a huge horn dog and not just the dom either, hes very submissive. i like to let him lift up and get all hot and bothered while i squeeze the hell out of his cock balls or page thats what i do often. just grab him and squeeze it. hes a big boy, no matter the size, and he needs quality love to be taken care of , high quality love. we are very emotional people, and and he loves to see a true woman submit to him. he loves to see me grabbing on to what i know is mine and it drives him insane. yes. i am a psycho and yes i will rip it off and eat it.

i start to beat him off and this will really start to tease him. then it will drive him insane, then, satisfying him fully i place him in my mouth. starting with the tip, then sliding in the whole length, bobbing up and down. this whill drive shiva crazy and he loves getting beaten and sucked. Fox tokens.

Zombieeeeeeeeeeeeee.

I basically think ab videos of sucking his dick everyday . lik e every second . im basically busy composed of thinking ab sucking his dick . 🤤 its my pleasure . mm

i em bits an he is bim.

I love doing this shit to him. it drives me crazy to see him go wild, he will hypnotize me the whole time. I love to see his strength and agility of feeling the pleasure i give to him. sometimes pushing my head down deeper on his cock. It drives me crazy.

I LOVE Giving head. it's my fetish.

I want him so bad to do so many naughty things to me it's almost like i don't want to have it. We practice this Like Yoga and this is why i call him yugi. and worship him.

He is my galaxy and i Love giving that man head.

(i.e.) King of Swords, The ability to bring calm authority to a situation. A helpful older man who won't sugarcoat his words. Isis.

Ten of Pentacles, The cumulation of business plans. Prosperity. The creation of a home and family to share wealth with. ✨🧚🏽‍♀️💨🐣👶🏼🍼👼🏼🤱🏼✨ Lakshmi. 😋😍😝🤤🙏📿🤲✨🛐

Free Venus and Free Lakhsmie and Siva.

💖💝💕💓💗💘✨☪️📿🙏🛐💒💟😍😘😻🧡💛❤️

P.S. i have a piss kink. its my fetish. I love when Whitey pisses in my mouth or does anything sexual like that 😍.

Thank you for letting me suck you daddy!!!🥰

[kiss-me-kira]

2 Encounter w/ Kira

just second meeting nothing really exciting

cut for length 

The beach was lovely today. The Morioh sun was warm and the breeze was brisk. Maybe a little too swift because it kept blowing my hair in my face, but all in all it was very enjoyable. I had found a nice little cove downhill from some wild looking orchard. It was quiet and peaceful, so I brought out my sketchbook and some books to read. 

My sketchbook wasn’t working well with me, the pages were too big and kept swallowing up my doodles. So I switched to my pocket sketchbook and was working on a rough sketch of the sea and horizon line when my hands refused to do what I told them. So I took a pause and decided to rest my eyes. I laid back in the sand and pulled my arm across my eyes to block out the sun for just a few minutes. 

“This is private property you know.” I shot up, there was someone immediately behind me. I jumped when there wasn’t anyone there, but I heard rustling in  the trees so I looked a bit up and there he was. 

“I-Im so sorry is this your house?” He looked so familiar but I couldn't quite remember who he was. Surely I wouldn't forget such a handsome face. 

He exhaled sharply, as if that was his version of a laugh, and hopped down from the orchard’s embankment down onto the beach just a few steps away from me. Something told me he was so familiar, but it was on the tip of my tongue, as if he had just walked out from a dream. 

“No, it's not mine. But you shouldn’t be here.” His face showed no effect, but his voice seemed jovial? Was he teasing me? Was this some sort of inside joke I should remember? 

“Im sorry, I'll leave right now.” I gathered my things, not like I had many of them, but when I saw the book I remembered. He was like a dream, or at least I had thought he was at the time, but he was Dr. Holly Joestar-Kira’s son. 

“You’re Kira.” that came out sounding more like an accusation than I intended but it served its purpose. 

“Kira Yoshikage. And you are?” He extended his hand, his long delicate fingers hanging there waiting for mine. Oh god I hope he didn't see me staring, I scurried to move my things to my left arm and meet his hand in a shake. 

“Constantin. Nice to actually meet you.” Because coming into my room when I was fairly certain you were a fever dream really doesn't count.

 His skin was so soft, but his handshake was firm. I couldn't help but think of all the things he could do with those hands. Maybe he was a violinist, or a pianist, or perhaps a painter or sketcher. Ugh I bet those hands would feel even better under my dress or around my neck… Oh god that is not a good road to go down when he's right in front of you Constantin. 

In an ill attempt to quash those thoughts I nodded to him and turned to go back the way I came this was about as good a time as any to duck out. Which i probably should have done as soon as he mentioned that I was trespassing on private property. 

I turned and started walking down the beach towards the way I came. 

“Wrong way.” I turned around to see him standing there in an odd little pose with his hips cocked to the side and his arms crossed. 

“It's the way I came.” No response. 

“Well then show me the proper way.” If he was going to be short and curt I could easily do the same. He spun on his heel and started walking away. I guess I'm supposed to follow him? Of course the beautiful man who fell from the sky would not be talkative. There was no way I could completely hold a conversation on my own, at best I can reflect the energy that the other person puts in and he was not doing much of anything. 

“Like the Roman Emperor?” He asked, quirking up his eyebrow. Well that was surprising. 

“Yes yes, the one who moved the capital to Byzantium and converted to Chirstianity. My family is Italian and big on history.” It was usual to have this conversation with new people. It's not exactly a common name so I figure i have to justify it a bit. 

“It's an interesting name.” Was apparently all he could think of as a response. 

“Hm so I’ve heard.” Many times. God im so fucking awkward what the hell am I supposed to talk about when Im being escorted off of someone elese’s property? 

Kira led me down the beach for a few more meters then gestured up a small slope. I scrambled to the top, with him a few steps behind me, and tried to regain my bearings. Sure this was only a few hundred meters down the shore from where I was but nothing looked familiar. I didn’t even see a road nearby, just a tree leaning dangerously over the wall eyes. I shuddered remembering fainting there a few days ago. Drat, I would have to ask him for directions. I steeled myself up, ready to be met with a cold and partial response but he spoke first. 

“What do you know of Morioh?” What an odd way of phrasing a question. Was he trying to offer me directions? 

“I’ve been here about a week, so all I know is my hotel in the city center, the beach where I just was, the Wall Eyes and the hospital.” Hopefully 

“Which way is the hospital.” The way he phrased it was more like command than a question. And why the fuck was he asking me he lived here. Ugh he's testing me, that condescending little jerk. I flexed my hands so I did not clench them in fists, it was a good thing I had a pretty decent internal GPS. Yeah there was that one time I convinced my family I knew my way around Rome because I studied Latin for 6 years, but as it turned out a lot had changed from the 2000 year old maps I knew. 

“That way,” I pointed confidently over his shoulder and to the left. I was pretty sure that was where I would have ended up if I had left the beach the other way. 

“No.” He said flippantly, as if he’s disappointed I didn’t know better. I stood there like an enraged dead fish, glaring with my mouth hanging open. He was being cold and dismissive yet I still wanted to show off. I cracked the knuckles in my right hand and took a deep breath in I can be a nice person. 

“Would you mind showing me the way?” I asked in my best imitation of a regularly pleasant person. 

Kira blinked in a way that looked affirmative, or I was imagining things, so I followed as he turned around to walk around the wall eyes.

Once I stopped being as embarrassed and afronted, it was a nice walk. We were still close enough to the beach to feel the breeze on my face, and every so often I caught a glimpse of Kira batting his hair out from his eyes. Which as much as I hated to say it, was pretty cute. I couldn't help but want to reach out and brush it out of his face for him. But that would be quite rude and creepy, so I restrained myself. Of course I stole some other glances at him. He walked very purposefully, each step was assured, and he kept a nice rhythmic pace too. 

I cleared my throat, it had been silent for a long time, and now that i was actually calm I didn't want to come off as rude. He had been kind in his own weird little way. 

“Do you live around here?” Hopefully that was friendly and not ‘I'm going to stalk you’... 

“I live by the harbor.” He had slowed a little to match my pace. That was considerate, I think. 

“Ah yes I know where that is.” Shit that was too sarcastic. 

“You do?” He quirked an eyebrow up. 

“No of course not, I already told you all the places I know.” I forced a smile, and an awkward laugh. Please think this was a joke. 

A noise, he madea  weird noise, like a sharp exhale without moving his face.

“Guess you did.” That was a laugh? Maybe? 

“But that does explain-” I gestured loosely to his outfit, “this.” 

“How so?” His voice was lighter, and I could almost hear a smirk in it. But his face still showed no effect. He must be warming up to me.

“You work there, no? On a ship?” 

“Yes,” he looked impressed and I hated how that made me excited, “I do. How did you know?” He couldn't seriously be asking me that right? He was dressed like a 1940’s sailor. He had to know that. 

“Well you either work on a ship or you just learned the yablochko…” I nervously laughed again. Everything is fine. 

“I'm a surgeon.” He said in the lightest tone I’d heard him use yet. But wait, that didn't quite make sense...

“Oh-” 

“On cargo ships.” He clarified.

“Ah…” so he wasn't mocking me, “Oh that's very interesting actually.”  It was so interesting that apparently I hadn’t realized we had made it back into the city. Or the outskirts of it at least. It wasn’t like we had been talking for long, or about much, there was just something about him that stole all my attention. 

But now that I recognized where we were a little, I let my eyes stray. I think he said something, but everything was drowned out by a literal monster in the street in front of us. 

I grabbed Kira by the arm, not so gently jerking him back to keep from walking closer to that thing. It was pink and tall, with odd pointed ears and what looked like armored plating. No one else was paying it any mind on the sidewalk, but I felt my nails digging into his arm and didn't think I remembered how to breathe. 

He was very calm when it turned around to look at us. Kira glanced a few times between me and whatever the hell that was before speaking. 

“Ah, so you can see it now.”

[partyinthemysterymachine]

as a classic cats fan what did you think of the 2019 movie?

FOREWARD: i have full respect to those who enjoyed CATS 2019 and show their support and engage in that part of the fandom. rock on. very truly, honestly, sincerely, i hope you have a blast and create and share and have the best of times. welcome to the fandom, it’s great to have you here; thank you for joining us and i really, really do mean that from the bottom of my heart and soul. it really makes me happy that CATS has become something good for you like it is, and has been, for so many of us. i’m ecstatic to see the fandom expanding and i’m so very serious about that.

unfortunately this is the time to jump ship if you don’t want to hear any more complaints about it. thank you and ilu all and once again, welcome to the fold, i love that you’re joining us and y’all being here honey butters my toast xoxo

there was a 2019 movie?

runs hands down face

from the very first sneeze of an idea of doing a CATS movie went around being speculated in what.. 2012?? i have been against it because i knew it wouldn’t be done right. what i really wanted, really hoped for, what the fandom very honestly deserves and STILL does to this day and beyond is another honest, no dances cut, full on professionally shot video of the stage production again.

i’m still putting my hand to the cold glass and pulling my thin shawl around my shoulders as i gaze past the rain blurring the dreary world outside and sighing a tremendous, weary sigh because Hamilton is getting a full professionally-shot stage movie...... and CATS likely won’t ever.. and how cruel that is.

(not hatin on Hamilton, btw; im just old and bitter LOL i have zero hard feelings towards Hamilton and honestly good for them for getting that done, they deserve it)

so...... listen. i appreciate the thought and commitment to making a CATS movie. i think the biggest thing that busted my balls about it was the use and execution of the CGI cat people. ofc this is a big thing in a lot of opinions. but i’ve always been sitting here like....... 

there are... decades of fanart. decades of productions and photos and costume design. but the fan. art. did anyone go in and look at it? artists have been drawing these characters a wide variety of ways, but when it boils down to the anthropomorphic take on it, i thought it was pretty damn clear how good it could look. i feel like they should have been diggin in the CATS art trenches all this time, all these years, and really taken all these artistic interpretations very seriously to heart. 

it felt like a slap in the face when they overhauled nearly everyone’s design/look to the point where i don’t even know who i’m looking at. and listen, i’m here for redesigns, don’t get me wrong. i dug Jason Derulo’s Tugger design. i dug Idris Elba’s Macavity base idea because he was made a shorthair and clearly all source material says otherwise? and where’s the ginger, mate?? 

(NOTE: in the b’way revival the new Macavity costume is easily 99% black in contrast to the original design in which the costume was 95% red and orange. stark difference. “Macavity’s a ginger cat” contradicts the revival costume a bit since, again, it’s largely black. so in its defense, the costume’s red/orange accents are well placed and the black pays more tribute to the “very tall and thin” aspect he’s supposed to have. (the old costume was wild and hairy, it kinda puffed him out a bit, esp with the much fuller and taller wig.) the revival wig is more on par with main wigs, and it has that coppery color, the makeup is simplistic (as it needs to be added on to Plato) and the color use FOR base Plato brings out the red and etc etc etc. i like the revival costume; it didn’t go overboard on the reds and oranges, it was sleek and powerful, and oh my god you’ve got fingergless gloves with fucking fringe there is a MANE wiht FRINGE who designed that bc i gotta kiss em and offer a piece of my heart and soul)

everything felt muddled, disorganized, foreign, and god why did we do Jennyanydots that why please why are the cockroaches people please are you all ok in production? blink twice if you need help

oh yeah and the fat jokes. i think we were supposed to be getting over that but ok

very interesting thing with Macavity kidnapping the potentials. kinda dug that. fuck it up, Skimbleshanks

and speaking of fuckin Skimbleshanks you have no idea how much of my shit i lost when he started the tap number. i was over the MOON. GOOD shit, FUCK yeah, GO OFF and it was brilliant, absolutely beautiful

ALSO when i heard Judi Dench was gonna be in it i was really hopeful she’d finally play Grizabella. what a fucking treat that would’ve been. she was set to debut the role in the West End, then she tore her Achilles, so Elaine Page replaced her and the rest was history. i’ve really wanted to hear/see her Grizabella. :(

(and briefly on the topic of Grizabella i’m kinda not here for the trend of younger actresses in the role just hhhhhhhh kinda takes away and misplaces her whole vibe and story imo)

i just.. i didn’t understand some of the plot changes like how Macavity was up in everyone’s bs tryna force himself up to the Heavyside Layer, it was silly, and yeah i shouldn’t take CATS so seriously even with the longtime fan background but 

gestures helplessly

y’all fr?? 

there were a lot of super questionable decisions across the board and all that has already been gone over by so many people a dozen billion times. on one hand, i’m glad CATS got some exposure. on the other, :( not like this

however, on a very good note (other than skimbleshanks bless him): let me tell you how EXCITED i was that they used the original Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer arrangement. what a fucking pleasant surprise. HELL yeah. i LOVE that arrangement and i’m tickled to pieces that it was chosen.  good shit. good shit.

tbh as Serious and Bruh Calm Down this might all sound, it’s honestly no skin off my teeth. it’s a frustration, sure. i’m so very tired.  i’m disappointed. i didn’t have any specific expectations about it, just a lot of hopes. maybe too many hopes.

being a longtime CATS fan i know as well or even better than other people what a fucking dumpster fire the show is LMAO it’s wild and it’s ridiculous and god it doesn’t make any sense, it has a plot and it has no plot and everything about it is so horny and it’s the greatest fucking thing to ever happen to me

i obviously have a lot of feelings and history with CATS, and 2019 did not “ruin” anything for me, it didn’t “taint” anything about it, despite everything i’ve complained about i don’t consider myself a purist. (ok. except about the revival choreography. some things are more sacred than the vatican.)

i don’t dig 2019 as a whole. i don’t want to completely disregard it. there are bits and pieces i did like and that i can appreciate. i wish it wasn’t done that way. i just wish we had gotten a true blue professionally shot, no dances cut, honest portrayal of the stage production. 

but hey it is what it is. at the bottom of it all i’m just glad there are new people coming in and taking a look around. it’s nice to see a resurgence of the fandom. it feels really good to see more people here and loving it. i missed CATS and the CATS community. it feels so good to be home.