#magnet probably non-binary

[rosiefairlands]

This. Because going back to old fandoms is my hobby.

So here’s gijinkas of pvz blorbos, Magnet Shroom and Infi-Nut. Two of my favorite plants because I’m neurodivergent.

I don’t know what else to say. I’m proud of the force field in the Infi-Nut one though since that’s something.

[octofalls-au]

Okay, I'm not going to lie I kind of want to make Bianca(Barnacle's twin sister) a resident of Gravity Falls. She did not grow up there she grew up in Canada with her brother but she moved there. She kind of felt drawn to it maybe because she's a werebear and the theory of weirdness magnetism drew her there. I also find it funny that on her probably weekly Skype calls with her twin he's probably talking about how Kwazii came up with this whole monster story and how it turned out to be completely normal and how there's nothing weird in the world that( most society integrated cryptids don't think that anything's stranger than them exists) and meanwhile Bianca's sitting here thinking I saw a gnome rummage through my trash last week

Oh, also my personal head cannon for Bianca( octonauts) and Mabel( gravity Falls) is that they are/grue up to be therapists. Also that Mabel moved back to Gravity Falls so I feel like they would be co-workers( if I end up putting Bianca in Gravity Falls)

Also since I mentioned them, in this AU and in my personal headcanon Mabel now goes by Shooting Star because they're non-binary and I feel like that's the name that they would choose for themselves

Also if she does end up living in Gravity Falls I feel like how she would have met Pearl is through shooting star.

I ship Pearl and Bianca

[sappholovell]

It's so funny because there are so many versions of not-gay-Kevin that I've seen or could imagine that are this-adjacent:

Straight but a QPR magnet-Kevin

Heterosexual biromantic-Kevin

Aro and/or ace Kevin

Straight but deeply entrenched in homoerotic literature/historical letters-Kevin

Probably non-binary but he has exy so he's not gonna think about that right now-Kevin

Genuinely tried being gay once and discovered that he's definitely straight and having sex with a guy actually makes him more straight because he knows he doesn't like it-Kevin

As much as I think Kevin is definitely some type of queer it would be really funny if he was straight and kinda just Like That

[whxre4hange]

aot characters at uni headcanons :) (because i am miserable at uni and wanna romanticise things)

eren

how did this guy get to uni? i guess we’ll never know. i guess we’ll never know

if it’s zoom, he’s most definitely causing chaos

i’m talking spamming the chat for whatever reason

“haha funny meme”

pretending he’s frozen when the prof (levi) calls on him

“jaeger, i can still see you blinking.” “IM NOT BLINKING ITS JUST A GLITCH- oh- shi-“ *goes back to silence and ‘frozen’ state*

and if it’s in perso, he’s still causing chaos.

“PROFESSOR CAN I ASK A QUESTION?” “yes, you can.” “where’s joe?” “who’s joe?” “JOE MAMA!!!!!!!”  “10% off your first assessment.”

im wheezing

*corrects the spelling mistakes on the slides like the petty girlboss he is*

his major? probably something really really really vague

like

is there a bachelor of edginess?

no? okay well probably studying something in humanities / science

does he study?

lmaoooo…..do pigs fly?

but does he somehow get a perfect gpa?

yeah

cause hes the main character, duh

if you don’t count the 10% professor levi deducted because of the joe mama joke

i dont really have anything else to say about him

but i would hate to have him in my class

mikasa

you know that really well dressed, quiet girl that always catches your eye in your lectures?

ladies, bros, and non-binary hoes, may i introduce mikasa ackerman?

she picks her electives so they match up with eren’s 🥺 

and in those classes

hoooo boy

she’s basically a mum

or a dog mum

keeping eren on a leash, if you will

honestly i see her doing a liberal arts degree, with a major in literary studies (i headcanon her as a lit student im sorry ahh she just has that vibe)

like eren, she has a perfect/almost perfect grades

and that’s because she actually STUDIES

like i said, shes really quiet and reserved & basically talks to no one except eren

but damn is she a boy magnet

*cough* JEAN *splutter* 

armin

he’s most definitely a geography student. dont @ me. i dont take constructive criticism. nor do i take criticism in general.

he’s either the teacher’s pet or hated by the teacher because he keeps correcting them

there is no in between 

like mikasa, studies 24/7

unlike mikasa, either does realllly really well or really really bad

he’s a polarising figure okay

and maybe his results are cause he doodles in his textbooks half the time

it’s not even a textbook at this point it’s a fkn sketchbook (lmao my partner’s maths book in high school was filled with the most amazing intricate doodles and basically no maths but he somehow got high 80s so uh) but yeah thats how i see it

daydreamer :D

especially in grades

wears a cardigan

soft boi incarnate 

goes out of his way to help confused freshmen 

cause he’s wholesome like that

#welovearminclub

sasha

FOOD SCIENCE MAJOR I REPEAT FOOD SCIENCE MAJOR

“i study food. and by study, i mean eat.”

mediocre grades at best

im sorry T_T i love her but i can’t see her being bothered at uni

messes around with connie half the time

or tries to at least

poor connie is trying to study

she is that one kid who brings a whole ass meal into class and eats it very loudly

“okay so if we look at the chemical structure of ca-“ *slurp slurp, BITCH*

there are food stains all over her textbooks and the notes connie forced her to take

connie

okay but he had no idea what he wanted to do in uni

so he just did what sasha was doing

food science buddies :D

much to sasha’s chagrin, his grades are better than hers

because he’s actually STUDYING

and idk NOT EATING DURING CLASS

they aren’t perfect grades but they’re good

he’s pretty quiet in class

he’s just tryna pass

and control sasha

idk which one’s harder

i envy the man tho

jean

commerce. major. or smth to do with business

he is so goddamn cocky im sorry it drives me insane

well dressed rich boi vibes

to his credit, he studies really hard and his grades are really good :)

he chooses electives so that they measure up with marco’s :D

i dont have much to say about him

simps for mikasa and mikasa only

loyal frat boi ig???

marco

music major PLSSS

i see him either being the nerdy boy wearing sweaters that plays ukelele/ acoustic guitar on the stairs (surrounded by fangirls)

or the boy with the kazoo that won’t quit (still surround by fangirls cause who doesnt love a kazoo?)

or both :D

when he sees jean sadly listening to ‘glimpse of us’ while thinking about mikasa 

he decides to jump in w a little bit of musical zang. cause he’s supportive

please see https://www.youtube.com/shorts/g82qI-jdRw4 for reference

you won’t regret it

it isn’t a rick roll i promise

like armin, a vvv sweet boy

will help any of his classmates in need :D 

basically stuck to jean like glue

historia

she’s a double major of law and political science

we love a girlboss academic queen

QUEEN? did ya see what i did there???

cmonnn laugh

SUCH a model student and shes so helpful and sweet aaa

everyone loves her

its impossible to hate her

soft girl mixed w light academia aesthetic :D

she is an angel incarnate 

perfect grades perfect social life perfect everything 

also a perfect girlfriend

*stares pointedly at ymir*

ymir

studying criminology because it has similar units to law

and someone in particular is doing law

you catch my drift?

she really doesn’t wanna go to class but will go if historia is going

*historia*ns will say theyre just friends

but we all know better :D

she doesn’t talk to anyone unless its historia

and shes got such a resting bitch face that no one dares approach her

even the professor is scared to call on her

she gets mediocre grades, but they improve when historia forces her to study

hanji

hanji my beloved <333

she’s a professor

the crackhead professor everyone likes

probably chemistry / physics / human bio

something sciency

100% will use her students for her experiments

with consent ofc 

it’s the 21st century after all

veryyyyy disorganised

will 1000000% forget she had class 

turns up 15 minutes late and fuming at the lack of organisation

“WHO THE FUCK IS RUNNING THIS CLASS?” 

“you are, professor”

“oh.”

i love her sm

i hate all sciences but i would study it if she was teaching it

levi

you know shota aizawa from mha?

yeah

that. he’s that guy

he does not fucking want to be there

what does he teach? probably politics or something to do w humanities

he calls his students ‘brats’

but affectionately

right?????? RIGHT????

his dead eyes scares all of the students so much that no one dares say anything

even when he’s asking  them questions

all silent

except for eren

who he tells to shut up 24/7

“class is cancelled because i don’t want to be here. go home, brats.”

if you dare fail his class…just write your will okay?

erwin

10000% a history teacher aHHHH

(totally not biased because i love history)

he’s so passionate about what he does! 

he definitely does re-enactments of battles with help from his students

kinda like rengoku’s spin on a history teacher

is really enthusiastic! 

all of the students love him

some love him a lil toooo much

cmon, you see it too right?

takes students under his wing

just

a ball of sunshine

best professor ever

ahhhh it makes me so happy thinking about it

reiner

first, i would like to establish that we love reiner in this household

and if you don’t agree, LEAVE

seriously tho the guy needs a hug, therapy and cookies

i headcanon him as a humanities and psychology student!

he just wants to learn about the world and make it a better place okay ):

i could also see him as training to be a psychologist

the therapist-type of psychologist that is (clinical psychologist for all you fancy smartpants out there)

studies very very hard!

he throws himself into his work 100000%

all or nothing

speaking of which

he’s all about taking care of his education and his physical fitness too!

soft gymbro reiner

the nice gymbro that drinks respect women juice daily

yeah we stan him :D

probably really popular amongst the ladies and the gays but is too clueless to recognise it

annie

okay first, she’s definitely doing criminology

with the aim of going into the police force

(where i live, you have to do a degree in crim before working as a police - i think :D)

cmon she is canonically in the military police

there is no way she wouldn’t do it in uni

she never ever ever turns up to class

she just doesn’t like people okay

she would much rather be curled up in her dorm with her noise-cancelling headphones

doing her classes online

but if she’s on zoom

camera off, mike off

catch berty dragging her grumpy ass to exams

“ANNIE, YOU HAVE TO ATTEND EXAMS IN PERSON”

*camera cuts to annie who isn’t even planning to do exams at all*

she doesn’t study much

she’s really passive about uni and she doesn’t really care

but she does really well, she has a talent for crim :’)

girlboss incarnate

bertholdt

he is doing a very very very broad humanities degree

our aimless lil boi :’(

managed to do a few crim units to match with annie

( a simp)

always shows up to class

perfect attendance

10/10

but thats only because he hopes that annie will be there

which she never is

really quiet but sweet

mediocre to good grades but nothing out of the ordinary

he’s kinda the boy next door vibes

always wears the same blue sweater

pieck

mommy

mommy? i mean sorry mommy

sorry it just keeps slipping out

thats what she said 

aNYWAYS

she is a very homely and sweet honours student!

like reiner, probably a psych student

cottagecore aesthetic. i dont make the rules.

shes still a student but everyone thinks she’s a professor cause she’s so talented and smart and- adulty?

she has her life together, on the surface

but uh

yeahhhhhhh if you catch her in her natural habitat, her hair is all askew, notes are everywhere and shes crouched on all fours scribbling away at her work

porco

immediate rich daddy boy’s vibes im sorry

“MY FATHER SHALL HEAR ABOUT THIS!” - porco malfoy 2k22

most definitely studying humanities w/ a major in international law and political science

gee i sure hope he doesn’t run into reiner in the humanities building

THAT would make for some drama

and we don’t like drama in this household!

no, that isn’t popcorn in my hands you see

100% the chaddiest chad to ever chad at the university of chad

IM SORRY OKAY I DONT KNOW HOW TO FEEL ABOUT PORCO

TAKE THIS HEADCANON OR LEAVE IT

BECAUSE I SURE AINT TAKING CRITICISM

zeke

i wanna put a forewarning that i have a thing against zeke so proceed w warning

he just gives me bad vibes okay ;-;

he is that professor who wears a trench coat to every single class

even if it’s summer

black. trenchcoat.

his response to every criticism aimed at him? “no bitches?”

i cant fault him for that

like i said, he’s a professor

of political science probs

very very charismatic

the classes he teachers are like a cult fr

they really realllly admire him

alot

like alot alot

okay i think that’s all i can do :’) cause the only other marley person i know well enough to headcanon is colt and im still sad about how he died :(

i hope you enjoyed ! likes/reblogs/shares/comments are appreciated :) lemme know who you want me to do next in the replies xx

might do a part two hehe! i hope you enjoyed :) reblogs (w credit), likes and comments appreciated and encouraged x

[basiliskfree]

I wanted to start design work on Hugo’s ship but realized I needed to know what a standard Lamp ship’s insides looked like, so here is that! more info under the cut. 

Lamp Ships tend to all have some common room types that are found in the smallest's scout ships to the Kilometer long mining ships. Even in Hivemind ship these spaces are more colourful then one would think do to how even non sentient Lamp respond to colour. 

Servers and Brain Room:

Lamps Ships use the same brain cores as the much smaller units but Linked together into huge networks that run though a massive biological/mechanical system in it’s center. This system is what allows Lamp ships to jump into the between as well as sent FTL messages through this Subspace (Spectrum Lamps refer to this as “sing”). 

They also have what Lamps call “dumb computers” or “thinking rocks” large silicon base computers that act as servers and archives. this run some of the more mundane tacks around the ship. Surprisingly these computers are programed in binary and function much like human, digital Computers. 

Both are heavy liquid cold (see the blue piping) and are some of the most shielded parts of a Ship.

Kitchen and Greenroom:

Lamps have fairy simple digestion tracts,  so often have some basic cooking systems on board. Though this is one of the rooms where the difference between Spectrum and Hivemind ships is the largest. The Spectrum Lamps caring more about how good, or interesting a meal is vs a Hive ship just wanting the max nutrition per energy spent on the food. Most Kitchens are equipped with a food printer, simple oven  and microwave. As well as freeze driers and cold storage. 

The Green Room Pictured is a rack system often used for fast growing fruits and “filter” plants 

Hallway:

Lamp ships have circle hallways that run between the ships thick hull and the interior living spaces. Most have a mix of small workstations, assess points and storage. As picture here Yellow is commonly used as the colour for doors and “Floors”, Ships tend to use acceleration to produce “gravity” but if they are using rotation, or planetary forces to produce a “down” whatever wall or ceiling that has become the floor will become yellow. 

Fusion Engine room B:

Lamp Ships have at least three engines, the Main Anti-matter reactor that is used in Jumps and for their main thruster and is picture as the Purple Lantern like structure at the very front of the ship. 

For the Rest if the Ships systems and back up for the main reactor are two Fusion Engines. These rooms tend to be very purple, a common warning colour do to the high power and magnetic fields in these areas 

“MedBay”:

In Hivemind ships these rooms are not so much true med-bays but are instead used to regrow the flesh bodies of the Lamp units who have “died” or to make new limbs. In Spectrum Ships these rooms have much more medical equipment, so medicine is not ether nothing or melt off your current body and probably dying.

Engineering: 

Depending on the size of the ship the Engineering floors can have everything form laser cutters, metal 3d printers, looms and Skin printers. Produce anything a lamp ship may need to repair themselves in space. most also have a small “Replicator”; a System that can use the Lamps massive energy systems to move around and change atoms into new chemicals. These are normally use to produce rarer elements from simple ones or harder to made chemicals. As even with two fusion engines, these systems use a lot of power and need deep knowledge of chemistry to use outside of the presets.    

[beezonia]

ilima and rika would get along so fucking well I bet their besties and I’m gonna make sure whenever I write about them they are besties

Like they are both just non binary and thriving I love that for them

They talk shit behind ur back definitely, rika is probably a babe magnet and ililma has kiawe

What if they met a like an event with all the pokèmon leagues and just decided that they were gonna be best fucking friends

Like

Rika: Sup fellow non binary friend

ilima: hi, wanna be besties and talk shit bout everyone

Rika: oh you know I do

They too cool for you so don’t even try

[drawing-write]

I was making this into a comic but then got distracted in writing it- So like, have a little outside POV of our lovely girls!

———

White pressed their back against the cold metal wall, blending into the shadows of the dimly lit corridor. Their eyes, sharp and observant, remained fixed on the couple by the doorway, their conversation carrying faintly through the air.

Their husband, Cyan, lit up with a bright smile when spotting White. He made his way over, weaving between the other crew members. "Heya babe, what're you looking at?"

Their gaze flicked to Cyan before returning to the mysterious pair. "It's... them." They nodded towards Black and Pink.

Following White's line of sight, Cyan’s eyebrows raised under his helmet. "Oo, our local new love birds," Cyan grinned, his voice muffled slightly by his helmet. "Why the interest in them, baby?"

A heavy silence hung between them as White considered their words carefully. When they finally spoke, their voice was low and tinged with unease. "There's something... off about her, Cyan.."

"Huh?" Cyan turned back to study the two figures, his easy-going demeanor faltering slightly. He knew Black was intimidating, always towering over her partner, her stern expression never wavering. But she wasn't evil, right? "I mean, yeah, she can be a bit scary. But her partner seems sweet enough. They're good together."

White's shoulders sagged, a heavy sigh escaping their lips. "I know, I know. It's probably nothing." But even as the words left their mouth, White's eyes darted back to Pink, drawn by an unsettling magnetism.

As if sensing their gaze, Pink tilted her head, turning to face White directly. Behind the opaque visor, her eyes glowed with an intense, almost predatory light. A chill ran down White's spine, their heart pounding in their chest as Pink's gaze lingered just a beat too long to be comfortable.

"...Just being paranoid," White muttered, tearing their eyes away. But the feeling lingered, a nagging sense of danger that refused to be ignored. They knew, deep down, that something was very wrong indeed.

———

White is suspicious of Pink, Cyan is oblivious, he just thinks Black is scarily tall.

Also- Introducing White and Cyan! White is the doctor on board, a non-binary person in a long-term committed marriage with Cyan, the technic and part-time janitor. Slowly building up the crew ✨

(Also, used their code names, not their real names. Pink is Hibiscus Rosé, usually tells people to call her ‘Tea’, her girlfriend calls her Marshmallow though. Black is Margret “Midge” Knight, nicknamed Raven by her girlfriend. So often that everyone thinks her name is actually Raven.)

((White and Cyan are unnamed.))

Among Us OCs

Rediscovered something I completely forgot about!

Flashback to when I was a little thirteen year old in the year 2020 and made a lesbian Among Us couple. And “drew” them entirely through Google Docs.

Should I make more content on them? What do you guys think?

I also haven’t named them, I’ve just been calling them Pink and Black snsnsnns

[allovertheplace-writing]

Persona 5

Character(s): Ann

Genre: Fluff

Type: Oneshot

Description: Getting ready for Halloween with your best friend can sometimes take an unexpected turn

Warning(s): WLW & NBLW, Reader is Female and Non-Binary(Pronouns are Not Mentioned Though), Reader Wears Makeup, 2k Words

I'm so happy I finished this writing dkfnsk I love it sm and now I can finally share it! Very much am gay for Ann, I literally have to romance her every playthrough no matter what-

This is made for Lumii's collab event on @leblancc btw!

The air became crisp the later it got, settling upon your nose in a ticklish way - daring you to sneeze ungraciously. Yet the sensation always managed to leave right as you nestled your face into your elbow.

"I can close the window?" Ann's shoulders shook as she contained a laugh, her voice dancing in a playful tone. She tugged her tights over her knees while she awaited your response, her soft hair falling over her shoulder when she leaned forward. "I'd appreciate that." You moved your eyes to the candles she lit earlier as she stood, allowing her privacy while she shimmied the opaque fabric to her waist. "Thanks, Ann." A hum lifted from her throat when she passed by, only responding once she had her hands on the rail, "Of course-" A grunt slipped past her lips as she pushed the window to a close, "I don't wanna have to bring you snacks when you get sick." A laugh bubbled from your throat, "Last I checked, you were the one to get sick~" Giggling into a light scoff, she latches the lock and spins to gaze at you, "That's because I gave you my umbrella!" You couldn't help but bite your lip in an attempt to hide your amusement. Her eyes seemed to shine as she watched you fidget with the strained giggles, a soft sigh leaving her when her back hit the casing of the window. It was a few moments before you noticed that her eyes were on you and, as you caught your breath, it was almost like she hadn't been looking at you at all - pushing off the window to move to her drawers.

"So, are we going full on face paint or heavy makeup?" Pursing your lips, you give yourself a second to think about it. "Um...probably just heavy makeup? Just with glitter on the eyes and stuff." Her nose scrunched, "You remembered the glitter?" You leaned back in her black chair, lifting a hand to your collarbone, "Why, of course!" You earned a few scoffed chuckles with your extravagance. Ann pulled a few boxes from the plastic dresser, one large, one medium, and one small. "The tiny container has all my lashes. I have traditional glue on ones and ones that are magnetic with eyeliner!" You observed as she approached her standing mirror, coming to a stand beside you before lowering herself to the floor. When she was done she shifted the boxes in her arms and brought them to floor between your chair and the mirror. "Could you help me with my makeup?"

"Yeah! I'll do mine real quick and then I'll help with yours." Ann beamed, popping open the lid on the large box. It was filled with a plethora of eyeshadow pallets, blush pans, and eyeliner. Each of them varied in color, from vibrant to more natural shades. You couldn't help but notice she lacked foundation. "My skin breaks out when I use foundation so I stopped buying it a while ago." She opened the medium box next whilst explaining, pulling concealer from a section of lip gloss and lipsticks. There was barely anything else in it, just two sticks of mascara and two eyelash curlers. "You can do whatever you know how to, by the way." She titled her head, showing her smile before gesturing to her containers, "Reach in and grab whatever!"

You went for the unused mascara and curler once Ann grabbed everything she needed. The cold surfaces sent a jolt through your fingers when you touched them, but you paid it no mind. It was October, everything was freezing - poor makeup. Glancing at your friend, you couldn't help but watch as she dotted concealer beneath her eyes. She brought a finger to one side, swiping and spreading the liquid over what little circles she had before doing the same on the other side. It evened out her skin tone, hiding the little imperfection for anyone who looked for it. Though you wouldn't call anything about Ann imperfect, she was just...amazing. And she thought you were too, so hey.

You contemplated the curler before grabbing one of Ann's handheld mirrors. Finally, you raised the metal contraption to your lashes, carefully positioning them between the clamps. With a gentle pinch, you hold the cool metal in place for a few seconds, taking the tube of mascara in your free hand. You placed it between your knees and twisted the cap until it came off. A few moments later, you released your lashes from the curler and brought the mascara wand to them, coating them in black. You repeated your actions on the other eye while Ann applied pink eyeshadow. It was a vibrant shimmer, leaning more towards red than actual pink. Her hand was shaky when she applied pressure, though it didn't hinder her movements. With a shift you set the mirror on your lap, handing off the mascara and curler to her when she finished. "Oops, I'm kinda in the way of the boxes, aren't I?" Her laugh was soft, breathy, and her fingers were warm against your skin when she took the makeup from your hands. "A little, but that's okay."

It was a few more minutes until Ann finished up, the glitter giving her far more grief than intended, but she had turned on some music to fill the air. Her playlist was always lovely to listen to, going from pop to rnb - she even had some alternative tracks here and there. It was hard to get tired of it when there was so much variety, she updated it often too. "Annnd...done!" Her voice almost sung the words, cheery and angelically pitched. She scooted back a little, pulling the boxes with her, "Do you wanna do lashes?" Humming, you cross your ankles, "Can we do magnetic ones?" Clapping her hands together, she beams, "Yeah! It's so nice 'cause we can get eyeliner done too." She rummaged through her lash bin, finding ones that were magnetic and not too heavy. A small 'woo' left her once she found the eyeliner that came with the lashes, raising it in victory wave before shuffling between your legs on her knees. She uncapped the eyeliner and leaned up to reach your face, "Try to stay still, okay?" You unhooked your ankles to allow her closer, humming once again. Her right hand was slow to rest on your cheekbone, her left coming to hold your jaw with a firm grip. The ink was cool against your lid, but it glided across as if your skin was glass. That was no doubt because of Ann knowing what she was doing, having done her own makeup on shoots, though it was no less impressive. She ended it in a small wing and filled it in slightly before moving onto your other eye. "You're doing great for someone who doesn't do makeup." It was a little tease, the lift in her tone obvious. "I've tried it out a little, dummy." She hummed, "Mhm, mhm- maybe we should practice more so you can try out some looks." The lashes were a bit of a pain, tickling your skin and stabbing your eyelid ever so slightly, but once she was done, they were perfect.

Soon there after, she gave glitter another go, tapping glue on your dolled up lid and carefully placing the sparkly chunks onto it before it dried. And even though she was rushing, she only got one speck on your lashes. "No. More. Glitter." Giggling, you nod and match her tone, "Never again." She gave a laugh as she tucked the glitter and glue away, "So! You want gloss or classic lipstick?" She was going to apply lipstick? "You know I can do that myself, right?" There was a little hum she sang behind her lips before she properly replied, "Yeah, I just want to - it's not often I get to do your makeup, you grouch." She threw you a wink while she dug out a few glosses and lipsticks. "Pfft, I'll take gloss, thanks." You watched as she placed the lipsticks back, her fingers shifting to fit each one into the little cubby. Surprisingly, she had way more glosses - though she does sport a pink one normally so maybe it wasn't that shocking. There were some shimmer and matte glosses, but she also had a few glitter ones. "Yes! I still have it!" Your eyes found hers at her exclamation. "I was looking for one that matched the glitter on your eyes and thankfully~ I kept it even though I didn't like it..!" Her hands clapped together as an ad began playing, "This is gonna look perfect, (Y/n)!"

She came close again, nestling herself against your thighs. "I don't doubt that when you're the one doing it." You couldn't help but laugh when she slapped your arm, loving the way her eyes softened. "Pshh, come here-" Her hand was warm as it came to rest on your jaw. She tucked her bottom between her teeth when she placed the applicator against your lips, focusing harder than she needed to. There was a slight twitch of your lips, the start of a smile, when she slipped. Red had painted your chin, the gloss feeling a little gooey now that it was off your lips, but all you could focus on was her huffs of feigned annoyance. "Why are your clothes so slippery!" A gasp jumped from your throat when she pinched the skin on your cheek, flinching despite your hearty laugh. "I thought we agreed to wear non-slip clothing." You rose your brow, "When?" There were a few moments of silence before she tore her gaze to the side. "...it was a silent agreement." The curl of her lips was more than just endearing to you, even as you both laughed all that came to mind was her little quirks and mannerisms and how cute they were. How she'd grip her jacket when she tried to hide her laugh and how she always bounced at the mention of yummy sweets...she was authentically herself even when things got tough too.

You leaned forward slightly, halting when her eyes met your own. Her eyes flicked down quickly when you began talking. "I'll remember to give you mercy next time." Your chest felt tight as you breathed, "Slippery clothing shall be gone!" A smile danced upon your lips and soon one came to rest on hers. "As it should be!" She squinted at you before softly laughing. "...Ann?" Her eyes flicked down again, but they still met your own. Somehow, that made it harder to breathe. "...yeah?" She spoke delicately, her voice almost too quiet to hear over the music. "Can I..." You pressed your lips together before pinching your bottom lip between your teeth, glancing away. She leaned forward a little. You didn't know if she meant to or not. "Can I kiss you?" Her response was immediate. "Yeah.." It didn't take much to connect your lips, but it hadn't lasted long. "Your hands are freezing!" Ann had pulled back like she was dunked with a bucket of water when your hands cupped her cheeks. "Annn.." A whine left you as you pouted just slightly. "Seriously, how can someone be this cold?" She took your hands in hers and raised them to her face. Her lips pressed to your hands before she could think better of it. "Oh, I forgot I was wearing- wait, I wasn't wearing lip gloss.." It was difficult to burying your laughter. "It's mine, Ann." Her face was graced by a soft red, looking a little pink with her complexion. "Ah." She let her body slink to the ground and her head came to rest on your thigh. "I love you.." You said it softly. "I wove you toh." A laugh jumped from your chest, her voice having been muffled. She laughed too, lifting her head to peer up at you.

Despite the mishaps, you knew Halloween was going to be great. Especially with Ann's hand in your own.

[mercurytrinemoon]

If you want to look into your chart to see your commited partner/marriage

I see so many folks asking about this & I feel like people look for these things in the wrong places or they’re instantly reaching for some obscure techniques (persona charts?? Random asteroids?? Never saw it really describing anything correctly. That’s like the last thing you should look at). Get your basics covered first. Your primary energies in the natal chart can tell you SO SO much. Okay let’s goooooo

1. Your descendant/7th house, duh. What sign is it in? If you have any planets in the 7th, look at them. Look at the ruler of the 7th. In what house it sits in? What aspects does it have? I’d look at classic rulership first btw. Also, for a predictive work like this, try exploring your chart with whole sign system.

Some basic examples of characteristics of partners according to planets in the 7th:

Sun: happy partnership, someone that is somewhat known in certain circles, generous, fun, inspiring, works in creative fields, an entrepreneur or a business person, someone who simply shines; marriage can come a bit later in life

Moon: partner that is caring or even parental towards you, family-oriented, sensitive, moody, stay-at-home partner, working in fields associated with nurturing or food (or anything that makes you feel nice); can also bring popularity; can marry young

Mercury: an intellectual, or someone with a “mercurial” occupation (communication, travel; teacher, writer, accountant etc.), a worldly person, sociable, talkative, possibly someone younger or of a young spirit; this also means you can marry earlier in life

Venus: a harmonious partner, a romantic, non-confrontational, an eye-candy, diplomatic nature, can work in any “venusian” industry (arts, food etc.), financialy stable; this also should bring harmony and luck in relationships*

Mars: an energetic partner, assertive, full of passion, independent, a leader, someone who constatnly keeps you on your toes, great motivator, a masculine type (regardless of gender), may work in a military/police etc.

Jupiter: a successfull partner, jolly, popular, possibly from a different background/culture/a foreigner, spiritual, philosophical, a teacher, can work in entertainment; you may meet while traveling or marry abroad; brings great luck*

Saturn: someone older than you, a mature person, disciplined, patient, possibly a widow/a widower; marriage can come later than expected

Uranus: an eccentric partner, intelligent, full of surprises, innovative, creative, someone working in science or tech-related fields; unconventional partnership; you may marry suddenly (and divorce as fast lol)

Neptune: spiritual, intuitive, sensitive, working overseas or in artistic fields; you’re looking for a soulmate; you may actually never marry your partner because something always gets in the way 

Pluto: intuitive, magnetic, spiritual, persuasive, can work as a psychiatrist or a crime detector or in fields associated with science; a power couple; you may marry in secret

*Venus is the greater benefic for those with a night chart (Sun below the asc/dsc axis); Jupiter is the greater benefic for those with a day chart (Sun above the asc/dsc axis). Look to see which will bring you more luck in life.

If you have no planets in the 7th, just look at its ruler and the aspects it makes. Now lemme give you an example of Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt. Just so you have a better understanding of how to approach this.

Angelina's descendant is in Capricorn so we look at Saturn. Using equal house system, it falls into her 12th house (actually her Venus as well), it can denote having secret relationships and affairs. That's how her relationship with Pitt started. Her Saturn squares Jupiter - Brad's a double Sagittarius. His descendant ruler is Mercury and it's a part of a stellium, which consists of Mars, Venus and Moon - I think it's obvious that Angelina is an embodiment of those energies. She's a nurturing Cancer rising, with charming & sexy Venus on the ascendant and she has a strong, fiery Aries Mars. And, obviously, she’s a Gemini.

(I could get into their synastry, in which they check all the basic & important rules of a relationship but that's not the point. Btw their synastry is kind of mind-blowing, these ascendant-vertex conjunctions? I mean WOW).

2. Depending on your gender (that’s a traditional way of looking at it but screw heteronormativity so do whatever floats your boat) OR depending if your chart is more masculine or feminine: Sun and Mars for feminine folks; Moon and Venus for masculine; if you’re non-binary, look at both or what you feel like will suit you most. This is for more what YOU are attracted to although Sun and Moon are said to show your spouse. 

Venus specifically symbolizes love so you may look at the house it falls in to see where you may find it. For example, if it’s in your 3rd house, you may meet them somewhere local, doing every-day stuff; in school or through your siblings. The house your Venus is in shows where your charms and beauty are seen the most. For example, if it’s in the 11th it’s more probable you’ll date one of your friends cause you’re seen as attractive in your friend group. Also, some houses aren’t straightforwardly assigned to places so I guess for some houses it works better.

Your descendant ruler may apply to this technique as well but can moreso show traits that will further characterize your spouse. For example, descendant ruler in the 8th - they may be an accountant; in the 10th - may be someone well-established; 5th - may work with children or be of a creative nature etc.

3. Derivative house system: just flip your chart. Listen, it partially makes sense that 8th house stands for shared resources. For example, if you have benefics in the 8th house it can point to having a wealthy partner through whom you yourself will get rich or whatever. Well it coincides with the theory that your 8th house is your partner’s symbolic 2nd house. You can use derivative house system from any point in your chart but we’re talking about your partner, so just flip your chart upside down. Just DON’T read it in a literal sense. 

I’ll give you an example of my mom’s chart. When we flip it, she has Neptune in the 2nd house. Her ex-husband, my dad, was earning money as a sailor (this also, later in life, meant that money was slipping through his fingers and that brought material instability). This is further backed up by Jupiter on the MC and even by Sun in the 9th house - all points to long travels and working in foreign lands. Stellium in the 10th also means he became a career-oriented person.

Obviously, when you flip your chart, it will say the opposite of your natal. So you’re thinking, “in my natal my desc ruler is in the 10th and when I look at it upside down it’s in the 4th - that’s the complete opposite! *Oprah voice* So what is the truth??? Am I marrying someone family- or career-oriented???” It’s important to point that derivative house system is activated once you get married/enter a stable, commited relationship. So this is something to look at additionally.

5. Other fun stuff to look at: Jupiter. In vedic astrology Jupiter represents the husband but we’re doing western so that’s not my point (ha! I got you there, didn’t I?). Jupiter stands for legal matters. It’s very common to see lots of Jupiter in synastry of married couples (bonus points if there’s flowing Jupiter-Jupiter aspects). Juno, which is one of the main, early discovered asteroids, symbolizes marriage and commitment; it also shows the way we balance things out, compromise and show fairness. It can tell us how we’re approaching these things and what we look for in a potential stable partner.

[nwemovie]

The Flash movie: Release date, plot details, trailers, cast & more

Travelling back in time to prevent his mother's murder — for which his father was falsely imprisoned, as revealed in Zack Snyder's Justice League — Barry Allen/ The Flash (Ezra Miller) ends up causing a butterfly effect and venturing into alternate dimensions across the multiverse. That's how The Flash will involve at least two returning versions of Batman, played by Ben Affleck and Michael Keaton. Loosely draws from the Flashpoint comic book arc. The Flash is expected to be at the centre of Warner Bros.' revamped strategy to create a shared multiverse for its DC Comics movies and TV shows.

 read another article : Guardians of the Galaxy Vol.

The Flash First Trailer

“Tell me something, you can go anywhere. Another timeline, another universe, so why do you want to stay and fight to save this one?” Michael Keaton’s Batman asks Barry in the opening moments of the trailer. Barry responds, “Because this is the one where my mom lives. I’m not gonna lose her again.”

Barry explains that “time has a pattern that it can’t help reliving. Different people, different worlds, drawn to each other like magnets.” He ends up meeting another version of himself.

The Flash Movie? While rolling out the first plans for the next chapter of DC Studios on January 31, DC bosses James Gunn and Peter Safran revealed what’s going on with Ezra, who identifies as non-binary and uses they/them pronouns, and The Flash movie. James called The Flash “probably one of the greatest superhero movies ever made,” according to THR.

Despite ongoing legal troubles, James included Ezra when he said that “there is nothing that prohibits” them from reprising their role as The Flash in future DCU projects. “Ezra is completely committed to their recovery. We are fully supportive of that journey they are on right now,” Peter noted. “When the time is right, when they are ready to have that discussion, we will all figure out what the best path forward. But right now, they are completely focused on their recovery. And in our conversation with them, in the last couple of months, it feels like they are making enormous progress.”

The Flash release date

The Flash will come out in cinemas on 16th June 2023, a week earlier than its previously announced 23rd June 2023 release date.

The release date has likely been pushed forward by a week to avoid Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny, which finally announced that it will premiere on 30th June.

The film was originally slated to premiere in cinemas in November 2022.

The movie was then brought forward to 3rd June 2022 as part of Warner Bros' response to the ongoing coronavirus pandemic, before being delayed again by a year.

After months of delays and pre-production, The Flash finally began filming on 26th April 2021.

Fans have already had to wait a very long time to see a standalone film, with Miller having already signed on as long ago as 2014 – so by the time we see the movie, it’ll be almost a decade since the star agreed to play the character. Talk about patience!

Of course in that time the character has appeared in other DC films, but it can surely only be good news that he’s finally getting his own movie.

The Flash movie plot

While the film is largely still a mystery, we do know that it will be adapting the popular Flashpoint comic storyline, arguably one of the most beloved and well-known storylines for the character. In large part due to the way it completely flipped the DC universe on its head.

The Flashpoint timeline is a universe in which the world has been torn apart due to a war between Atlantis and Themyscira. When Barry Allen wakes up in this timeline, he is without his powers and has some memory loss but still retains some memory of the world he used to know.

[luvspence]

wardrobe malfunctions

spencer reid x reader

synopsis: all the times you and spencer help each other out in terms of wardrobe

master list

a/n: haven’t done something it a bit so i found this scrap from the middle of the night, but i think it’s sort of cute. so enjoy ladies and gents and non binary friends!

———

ties

it’s not that he can’t tie a tie

because he can

he can re call the first 300 digits of pi, calculate the amount of energy produced by each step you take, so of course he could tie a tie

but not once did you say he could do it well

you noticed that all his ties were pre looped, he never un did them

then you bought him some real ties, he always asked you to do them for him

you never denied, always wanting an excuse to wrap your arms around his neck and get in real close to his chest, so much you could hear his heart beating

one day you were tying his tie, and you asked

“when’s the last time you tied your time by yourself?”

“why would i tie it myself if i could a pretty girl could do it for me?” he said smiling down at you

you laughed “okay i’m serious!”

“well, here” he said taking the tie from your hands

he fumbled with the tie, until it was tied around his neck

sort of

it was wildly crooked and uneven

“oh my goodness” you said while re doing the tie

“see! i don’t think you want me tying it myself y/n”

——

zippers

“who invented this” you said while holding your hair back to reveal the zipper on the back of your dress

“well, the zipper was invented by whitcomb l. judson...” he said pulling the zipper up

“no! i mean like why does the zipper have to be on the back, so annoying”

“well, i guess the counter part is a side zipper, but the back zipper is largely derived from the corset, plus i don’t mind” he said after finishing up and pressing a kiss to your exposed neck

“what would i do without you spence”

“i’m not sure, probably wear a lot of button front dresses”

——

watches

a spencer reid classic

the over the cardigan watch

“i don’t understand this belt like contraption that watch designers popularized, why can’t everything just be velcro, or magnetic!”

you laughed as he fumbled with the watch in his one hand

you took it from his hand and started to place it on his wrist

your hands were much smaller and it was much easier for you to maneuver the small leather strap and metal clasp

“thank you y/n” he said, adjusting he watch to where he wanted it on his wrist

“don’t mention it”

“this is way harder than it needs to be” spencer said

“well you should start inventing the magnetic watch closure”

“yeah, maybe”

——-

necklaces

“i was antique shopping for some new old books, and i found this” spencer was holding up a dainty gold chain with a small heart charm at the end

“lovely!”

“yeah, and i um thought it would look nice on you? if you want it that is”

“of course i do! it’s gorgeous spencer thanks for thinking of me” you said as he handed you the necklace

“put it on for me?”

you said handing him it back

he nodded his head and stood behind your chair

brushing the hair to the side, bringing the necklace around your neck, and fumbling with the very small clasp in his large hands

his cold hands running over your warm neck until he finally go the clasp closed

“sorry, those lobster clips will be the death of me”

“no problem spencer” you said standing up to look in the mirror

“it’s so cute, thanks again” you said pressing a hug to his chest

“y-yeah of course” he said wrapping his arms around you

——

TAGLIST YEAHH: @reidsnose @reidemandweep @jessicarabbit09 @dayrin085 @poetxstardust @rem-ariiana @averyhotchner @takeyourleap-of-faith

[jxnkyard-god]

MASTERPOST: horror characters and what I think their political affiliation is

FREDDY KRUEGER: def a hardline conservative, alive and dead. out of touch, would want to “own the libs” in their dreams. not to mention he was catholic, so you know how he feels about gay people. just an overall annoying boomer who falls for Q’Anon conspiracies.

CHUCKY: soft conservative. he’d call me slurs, and is out of touch with the times, but he isn’t as radical because of tiff and the kids.

TIFF: 10/10 a leftist. a pansexual queen who supports her non-binary children.

TOMMY HEWITT/ BUBBA SAWYER “LEATHERFACE”: probably a libertarian. he’s from texas, and his family has a conservative vibe, but I don’t think he’d be as radical as the rest. if he wasn’t around them as much, he’d lean left for sure.

CHOP TOP SAWYER: hardline leftie. hates war because of his time in vietnam. definitely hates any sort authority or civil order. just a hippie who wants everyone to have a good time.

MICHAEL MYERS: a libertarian, but leaning more left. first off, he’s 61. second off, I can 100% see him taking everything joe rogan has to say seriously. but, he has a severe distaste for authority, hence the left lean.

GHOSTFACE: neo-liberal. he has the right ideas, but may be a little out of touch at times. most likely had “BLM” in his bio for maybe a week and then took it off because it didn’t fit his aesthetic. thinks kamala harris is a girlboss unironically, and has a ruth bader ginsburg magnet on his fridge.

JASON VORHEES: center left, teetering toward leftist territory. mommy always taught him to fight for what’s right ofc. he was bullied for his disabilities, so he’s an activist for other mistreated folks. may be a little aloof at times, but he’s trying. also would 100% hire him to be security at pride.

HARRY WARDEN: leftist. advocates for safer working conditions and cleaner energy solutions. would definitely start a worker’s union.

[polahris]

( halston sage. 25. she/they. non-binary. ) are you a VIGILANTE? something tells me that earthquakes living in your bones, a blonde wig on the kitchen counter, earths beating heart inside you make you who you are, LORNA DANE, with the powers of ELECTROMAGNETISM MANIPULATION, you’re sure to have a adroit, callous personality — and you definitely belong to UNAFFILIATED. were you listening to ATOM BOMB BABY by THE FIVE STARS on your way to the subway? it suits you. we can’t wait to see what you do next! ( jelly. 22 they/them. nzdt. )

character name:    lorna sally dane.      >  also known as  polaris  during her time as an villain/anti-hero  &  self-titled  mistress of magnetism.   age:    25. faceclaim:    halston sage. voiceclaim:   liza del mundo  (in wolverine and the x-men) skill set:    lorna’s skillset is divided into two sections.

                                                    mutation.

electromagnetism manipulation:   the ability to create, shape & manipulate electromagnetism which for accounts for almost all physical phenomena observable to the unaided human senses, including light and other electromagnetic radiation, all of chemistry, most of mechanics (excepting gravitation), and of course magnetism and electricity. this allows for her to generate & control electricity,  see electromagnetic fields,  manipulate technology & low-level psychic immunity.

magnetism manipulation:   generate, control & manipulate magnetism in all its forms, both natural (planetary, solar, lunar, stellar, magnetosphere, magnetic materials/ferromagnetism, etc.), organic (generated by the electric currents of living beings) or artificial (everything creating/using electricity). can affect any matter that is magnetic (iron, nickel, cobalt and their alloys, some rare earth metals, naturally-occurring minerals such as lodestone) manipulating and controlling them as they will and indirectly use them to manipulate other things. this allows for the creation of magnetic force-fields,  flight,  electromagnetic sight,  concussive blasts,  energy absorption,  a geomagnetic link to earth & its em-field,  control of organic iron & control over the electromagnetic spectrum. 

                                              abilities.

extensive expertise in geophysics in which she has gained a masters degree in that field—  probably helps that she can feel the earth rotate and predict natural disasters from the way the earth moves but yknow.

affiliations:    x-men,  loosely.  family:    

suzanna dane  (mother,  deceased)

arnold dane  (step-father,  deceased)

max eisenhardt / erik lehnsherr / magneto (father)

wanda maximoff / scarlet witch  (half-sister)

pietro maximoff / quicksilver  (half-brother)

zodiac:    gemini.   june 1st. wiki link.

was your character “blipped” out? if so, what did they return to and how is it affecting them? if not, who important to them was blipped out, and what has it felt like after those five years have passed? ( if your character is a dc muse:  what were they doing when they passed through the portal? )

she was in a coffee shop drinking a terribly overpriced latte.   and there she felt two things.   one:  a distant echo as half the population of earth was ripped away.   two:   the mind-numbing scream as her sister,  wanda,  was pulled from the earth.   however she didn’t have time to try and process anything.   half the population vanished & it was in that moment that the planes and helicopters started to fall from the new york city skyline. 

lorna dane was a secret identity.   polaris was a hated anti-hero.   but those are innocent people in the sky.   so she throws her coffee to the side and catches hundreds of planes and lowers them carefully to the ground.   she filled new york with a dark green swarth as she captured falling planes and collapsing buildings.   and so?   she’s spent the next five years trying to repair the world.   she’s been pulling together destroyed buildings and dragging up boats that sunk,  moving rubble and remains.   she’s taken up polaris again to do so,  keeping lorna & her job as a geo-physicist separate.   maybe the world doesn’t trust polaris but that’s okay.

where are they living? are they living with anyone?

in a small apartment thats cluttered with plants.   she’s alone— bar her lazily named cat,  katze.

why is your character affiliated with who they’re affiliated with?

lorna is alone for the simplest reason:  because no one understands her.   she watched her father & his allies be branded as  evil  for believing in mutant equality and being willing to do whatever it takes to get there.   she may align herself with others if their motives happen to be the same but lorna is a lone wolf more then anything.   however if she  did  find likeminded people,  she would join them.

who are their major friends, allies, and foes?

to call lorna an  ally  of the x-men is.. inherently untrue.   she is the ally of her father first and foremost.   and if he chooses to align himself with them, then so does she.   for now,  she is alone.   the identity of polaris was scorched with the terrible things she did in the name of  mutant rights  and few are willing to trust the vigilante—  even after her help after the blip.

whose hands do they believe the country should be in?

magneto obviously—  jk but maybe not.   as long as humans are in charge,  mutants will never have the rights they deserve in lorna’s mind and she’s spent far too long being held down to even care who is running the country unless its her father.   he is the only person she trusts to give them the freedom they deserve.

what’s their current mental state at? their physical state?

she is her fathers daughter above all and so that means.. not that well sometimes.   lorna suffes heavily from undiagnosed bipolar disorder & clinical depression.   while she is doing well physically,  her mental state is constantly up in the air & varies from day to day.

[youlooklikeasixtiesqueen]

I made a Destiel fic rec list

Some of these are S15, some of these are a bit older. It’s not a long list, but I felt like making one.

Rated G:

If The World Was Ending by Chipper99 (set in S15, 8k)

“So,” Dean gets out once he slams his glass back down on the table. “Last night on earth. Any plans?”

Castiel smiled fondly at the familiar words, tracing random designs on the side of his glass with his fingertip. “This one right here. If I only have a short time left here before… I like quiet moments like these. With you. Whatever time is left, I’d like to share it with you. If you’ll have me.”

They both liked to play this game. Throwing out words that could have entirely different meanings. Nervous looks exchanged between the two of them, wondering if the other is going to take up the offer that’s hidden, no, intertwined within words that are balancing on the line between “brothers” or “lovers”.

Rated T:

Hell Or High Water  by SwingGirlAtHeart (post 15x20, 20k)

Dean keeps his gaze on the shadows. “He told me he loved me.”

Sam makes a noise of acknowledgement in his throat, but says nothing, waiting for Dean to continue. Dean turns around, confused by Sam’s lack of response. Sam is watching him sympathetically, expecting more details, and there’s no trace of surprise on his face.

“You knew?”

At this, Sam does look surprised. “You didn’t?”

Dean lets out a long breath, trying to stave off the ache in his chest, and looks back up at the sky. “I guess not.”

build me a city and call it jerusalem by starsandgutters (15x19 coda, 5k)

They win. The heroes save the day, and ride off into the literal sunset on their metaphorical horses. They win. They win. They win. Then why does Dean feel like he’s lost everything?

A coda to 15x19, featuring Dean coming to terms with a few truths he's known all along.

Apple Pie by Anythingtoasted (post S8, 7k)

“So, uh. What now?” He asked them both, and whereas Sam’s face was blank, and the word ‘Amelia’ was clearly just behind his teeth, Castiel spoke up immediately.

“I think we should revisit your ‘Charming B&B’ idea.”

Rated M:

miracles by foolondahill17 (15x20 fix-it, 20k)

Before Jack fades into a glowing light in the middle of the crowded street, Dean has one last demand. The kid owes them, dammit.

“You’re bringing him back, right? Cas?”

Cleansed by tlakht (15x19 coda, 1k)

A ficlet/coda for 15x19, set after Dean gets Cas back from the Empty. Now that Dean knows how Cas feels about him, Dean deals with his own feelings while he's in the shower. With Cas.

That Red Skirt by angelofthequeers (S14, 5k)

When Jack realises on a shopping trip that he's non-binary, leading to a confrontation with a stranger who can't mind their own business, Dean starts to have a few realisations of his own. And his angel is there to save the day and provide answers and comfort as Dean ends up knee-deep in working out stuff he's repressed to be John Winchester's Perfect Son. Sam's just a little shit, but then, when isn't he? At least the overgrown moose is accepting as well.

Rated E:

Four Letter Word For Intercourse by bendingsignpost (AU, 195k)

As a grease monkey turned college freshman, Dean's constantly three seconds away from being stressed out of his mind. It hardly helps that he's finally figuring out his sexuality in his thirties.

What might help with that stress is a little phone number (and a big credit card bill). If he can't figure out how to be bisexual in person, he can at least give it a go over the phone, right?

(It's probably a bad idea, but he really can't help himself.)

We’ll pretend until we won’t by flyingsolo_flyingfree (post S9, 15k)

There's a vengeful spirit, so Cas drops in to play the role of Dean's fiancé. Then there are Girl Scout cookies, and dusters, and Sam makes lots of friends while Dean and Cas earn themselves the reputation of the obnoxious bickering couple.

Reality in Dreamscapes by anastiel (S15, 22k)

When Castiel wakes up in a strange world married to Dean, he thinks it may be Chuck showing him a version of the future. As days pass he quickly learns he's trapped there with a version of Dean similar to the real one, but jarringly different at the same time. Once he escapes, Cas grapples with the consequences of keeping what he saw a secret or telling Dean the truth.

Too Many Lovers (Not Enough Love) by tlakht (unspecified, 5k)

When a cocktail waitress propositions Dean and wants Cas to watch, it's the beginning of what will become a habit involving several other people - and maybe something more?

Excerpt: They don’t talk about it during the walk back to the motel, which isn’t far away. Dean is making sure to keep at least a few inches between them as they walk, but he can’t help but glance at Cas every now and then to make sure things didn’t get weird between them. He can’t stand the thought of losing over a decade of friendship over… whatever the hell it was that just happened. Cas seems perfectly fine, however, meeting Dean’s gaze with ease; Dean would even say there’s an almost secretive smile on his face that Dean could swear wasn’t there before, and it’s… good to see.

So Very by Sass_Master (unspecified, 12k, Human!Cas)

“I’ve never seen you wear these,” Cas says slowly, glancing down at the delicate garment he’s holding. Dean feels his pulse ratchet up a notch when Cas looks at him again, holds his gaze with magnetic intensity. “I would remember.”

“Well, y’know, it’s usually—” He struggles to find the appropriate word for it, for when he slips on a pair when he’s by himself, choking on shame and arousal, barely gets a hand on himself before he’s coming hard, gasping and staining the fabric. “…Private,” he decides. He’s officially flustered at this point, and Cas’s doubt and confusion are being rapidly overtaken by an interest so sharp that it feels dangerous. “Just… for fun,” he adds.

Cas eyes the panties in his hand again, eyes Dean, understanding dawning on his face. “Wearing these excites you.”

Home, At Last by tlakht (post canon, 18k)

Dean and Cas spend the holidays in Vermont with Sam and Eileen, who retired from hunting years ago and now have two adorable kids who are too curious about the exact nature of the relationship between their Uncle Dean and Uncle Cas for Dean's taste.

But then again... Dean's kinda curious too, and, well. It's about time he came out to his family, right?

[wilwywaylan]

Tangled Up in Blue - part 1

Fandom : les Misérables

Modern!AU, Enjolras & Bahorel & Grantaire & Feuilly oh my !! - 3300 words

Written for the @lesmissamepromptficchallenge, "Person A gently tilts Person B's head up". Of course I Couldn't finish it in one go so have the first part right now.

Béta-ed by the amazing @paon-de-jour

For @mu-mumie and @citron-au-miel, my eager readers !

Also on AO3 !

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Left, right, left again. The fists struck the leather with dry, satisfying thuds. Bahorel was humming under his breath, following the rhythm of his hands as they hit the punching bag. That was the part of his training he liked the most, when his gestures became automatic, on autopilot, a metronome lulling his thoughts in an almost hypnotic way. During those few precious minutes, he was as close to peace of mind as one like him could be.

A noise came to disrupt the rhythm, pulling him out of his trance, steps coming from the open door. Of course, it couldn't last. Most of the time, he could only get a few minutes a day of this glorious state of being, before being cruelly called back to the mortal world. A glance at the clock told him that it was already a few minutes past six. All lessons were done with since four, and he hadn't any appointement he could remember. Then again, he tended to forget those, as they were only for the added paycheck and usually consisted of too-eager people who had watched one action flick too many. But as hard as he tried, he couldn't remember having any lessons today. So either someone had gotten lost in the hallways, or that someone was looking for him. Which one was better, he didn't know. Maybe if he stayed completly still and silent, the person would just go their merry way and not bother him.

A knock at the door. Ah. So much for not being seen. He vaguely thought about scaring them away, playing the role of the big bad asshole. But no. That would probably hurt at least his job, if not his reputation. And as much as he wanted to be on his own, he wasn't an asshole on purpose. So he composed himself a friendly smile and turned to the door.

For now four years that he'd been teaching boxing and kickboxing here, Bahorel had seen many different people cross that door, from children, impatient to start learning, to women looking for self-defense classes (they were often wary of him, but quickly warmed up to him), to people trying to stay in shape. Tall, small, large, thin, burly, willowy, he'd seen all.

But that one... Bahorel had never seen anyone like them. Not because they were tiny, even if they totally were. Almost pocket-sized, Bahorel inwardly snickered, but he'd never say it because he was not a totall ass. That one was tiny enough to get into heated conversations with Bahorel's collarbone, but there was something about them. What exactly, Bahorel couldn't put his finger on, but you couldn't just brush them off. Not just because they were cute. No, scratch that. Cute was for the tiny girls in the ballet room at the other end of the hallway. Or for the puppies he liked to pet in the park. Or... but not that one. As a lover of fine persons and pretty faces, Bahorel had seen his share. But that one could blow every one out of the water without even trying. Because they were not even trying. They were wearing a very baggy, faded red sweater that fell around their thighs, black leggings, and red converse that had certainly seen way too many things. Their long, blond hair fell in soft curls to the small of their back, but it was hastily gathered together without care, and from there, looked quite tangled. The few strands that had escaped framed a very delicate face, a soft oval with high cheekbones and a slightly upturned nose. But the skin was pale and a little red around the eyes. Nice eyes, even from there. Blue and large, with long eyelashes. And a black bruise around one eye. Another one marked their cheek, a dark purple almost shocking on the pale skin. Looking closer, the pretty mouth was split in two spots, and there was a cut across their forehead. Bahorel could recognize a severe beating from across the room, and that one was quite an impressive one.

He suddenly noticed that neither the intruder nor himself had moved from their respective spots. He stepped forwards, offering his hand. The tiny blond one shook it, firmly. Their knuckles were scrapped raw. At least they gave back as much as they got. Good. From up close, they were even prettier. Or they would have been, had they not been scowling that much. Granted, they still looked angelic, but in a ferocious kind of way. Really, Bahorel was starting to like this one. Several badges were pinned on the red hoodie : a purple, grey and black one, a red one with a white slogan, and a large, very obvious rainbow one. No need to be a genius to understand that one.

- Hello, kid, he said with a welcoming smile. I'm Bahorel, pleased to meet you. Pronouns are he / him. What can I do for you ?

The newcomer's expression briefly crumpled a little at "kid", but it smoothed as quickly when they heard the rest.

- I'm Enjolras. He / him too.

So the tiny one was a boy. Good. Not that Bahorel had anything against girls who wanted to learn boxing. Or non-binary people.

- And what can I do for you, Enjolras ?

- I need boxing lessons.

- That, I can guess.

Enjolras frowned for a second, then seemed to remember either where he was, or the wounds on his face.

- Can you take me as your student ?

When someone came at him for lessons, Bahorel usually gave himself a moment of reflexion, assessing his future student's stamina, determination, and especially their willingness to stop and listen. But there was something about Enjolras... He couldn't put his finger on it. Maybe the attitude, the way he was carring himself, ready to take on the whole world. The wounds on his hands were proof of it. Or something else entirely. Some kind of... radiance. A magnetism. Since he'd come in, Bahorel hadn't been able to take his eyes off him. And there was an edge in his voice...

Suddenly, his hand flew to Enjolras' chin and lifted it a little. To Enjolras' credit, he didn't flinch, just looked at him, a little wary. From up close, the bruise around the eye was really impressive, all black, purple and blue, the swelling still noticeable. What did they hit him with, a brick ? That must have hurt like hell...

Bahorel suddenly noticed where his hand was, and quickly let go.

- Seems like you can give as good as you get.

- I don't turn the other cheek, Enjolras retorted. So ? Can you ?

Talk about determination. Bahorel clasped his hands, to break the weird spell Enjolras seemed to cast around him, and announced :

- Well, ki... Enjy, how about you show me what you can do, and then we'll get the paperwork going.

Enjolras scrunched his nose a little at the nickname, and Bahorel was sure he was going to bolt without looking back. But no, he put his bag down, pulled the sweater over his head, and joined Bahorel near the punching bag.

- Okay, Bahorel started. First, you need to stretch, like this...

~*~

The chime of his phone pulled Bahorel out of his concentration. He glanced at the clock. 7 PM. It was time for his next lesson. Usually, he would have been quite cross to be kept so late, when there were so many best things he could have been doing instead. But he couldn't bring himself to be more than a very little bit annoyed.

He barely had time to stop the punching bag from moving, when Enjolras came in. He looked way better than three weeks earlier ; no more traces of what had happened. Maybe there was still a very faint white mark across his forehead, but you'd need to be very close to him to notice.

Enjolras took off his jacket, and walked to Bahorel.

- How are you today ? Bahorel asked with a smile. Ready to box ?

- I'm fine. What about you ?

- Strong as an ox ! Bahorel boasted, hitting his chest with a fist.

The gesture made Enjolras smile, and Bahorel's heart did a little jump. Of course it did, Enjolras' smile was beautiful, radiant, without a hint of cynism. Bahorel knew of many people who would have given their right leg and the foot attached to it for a smile as gorgeous at that one. Bahorel did his best to keep a straight face, and went through the warm-up moves with him, as usual. And it was a good thing for him that he was so used to the course of his lessons, because Enjolras' presence was very distracting.

When it came to aesthetic preferences, Bahorel was quite flexible. None of that "prefers blondes" or "only dates pretty ladies with long legs and nice boobs". It didn't take much to reach his heart : a nice smile, a fun-loving view of life, gorgeous eyes, lots of stamina, .... Nothing too complicated. Just someone who could keep up with him in every activity. A pretty face and a nice body were just a bonus.

At first sight, Enjolras may not fit with his criteria, as loose as they were (the criteria, of course. Bahorel wouldn't judge anyone for their promiscuity or lack thereof). His words were laced with fire and determination, but not the fun kind that Bahorel loved. The way he focused on the bag, as everything he did, told him that Enjolras was quite the serious person. Not that he never had fun, he probably did, everyone did. But not the kind of fun Bahorel liked to have.

But there was still this presence, this vibe that attracted the attention as soon as he came in and seemed to suck in all the oxygen in the room. Staying around him hadn't help with making Bahorel immune to that effect, either. Even now, as he was several feet apart, he could feel the draw, guiding his eyes back to the slight form of his student. Which didn't help in the slightest with his predicament. He was supposed to work (out), not oggle him. And still, every time he tried to focus on his gestures, on the way he hit the sack, and note what would need to be corrected. Instead, his eyes kept crawling back to the back in front of him. Enjolras was wearing only a long, thin shirt and leggings - leggings ! Each time he moved, the hem lifted, unveiling a thin band of skin. And those legs... Bahorel had to refrain himself from going higher than mid-thigh. He was a gentleman, at least in that regard. But his self-control was wearing thin.

Finally, after what seemed both like three seconds and an eternity, the clock struck 8 PM. Bahorel signaled the end of their session. Enjolras stretched his back, arms thrown over his head. Bahorel did a titanesque effort to keep his eyes glued on the floor. Only when the red hoodie disappeared from the bench it's been thrown on did he deem the situation safe enough.

- You're getting good, he said as offhandly as he could.

- Really ?

Oh please, no, don't sound that giddy. But Enjolras did, with a smile so bright it put the fluorescent lights to shame. Bahorel's heart did a sommersault, but he did a great job at bringing it back to its righteous place.

- Yeah. Soon your punches will be as devastating as mine.

- Don't mock me.

There was no hint of hurt in Enjolras' voice, and Bahorel was glad he didn't take offense.

- I'm serious, he insisted. You're making progress.

Enjolras nodded. As he gathered his stuff, he suddenly dug through his bag, and pulled out of it a slightly crumped sheet of paper that he held out. Bahorel's first reaction was to wonder if it was some kind of invoice, but no. Why would Enjolras give him an invoice ? Besides, it was brightly colored, too brightly, even, with large letters announcing something. Nothing incriminating there, he could take it.

It was a flyer, advertising some kind of social justice club. Very ugly flyer. They probably didn't have any graphic designer or art student in their little group. But the name in large, blocky letters was the same than on Enjolras' badge, and he seemed so proud that Bahorel would bet his montly wages on him being the leader, or at least had a hand in creating the group.

- What's that ?

- We meet each Friday night, Enjolras explained, beaming. Well this, and rallies. On Sundays, usually. We'd like to do it more often, but it's difficult getting everyone... (He coughed a little.) We're holding meetings to discuss all kind of social questions, discuss them, and try to set up ways to either implement changes, or raise consciousness about them.

Bahorel nodded along. He was right, it was a social justice club. Not that he minded them, of course. But he ? In a club like this ? because Enjolras giving him the flyer meant that he wanted him there, to talk about issues and march to protest them. All good, but Bahorel's approachs tended to be a bit more... hands-on. What could he bring to a group of well-meaning students ? But Enjolras was looking at him with such an expectant look that he couldn't bring himself to crush his hopes.

- Maybe I can drop by, he finally answered. I need to check first.

Enjolras gave him the kind of brillant smile that made him want to do something very stupid, and left with a wave. Bahorel glanced again at the paper in his hand. Then again, maybe it could be fun ? He wouldn't lose more than a few hours of his time, going there, and it's not as if his time was accounted for and precious. Going there wouldn't ask too much of him, and maybe it wouldn't be too much boring. And even if it was, there was still Enjolras to stare at, discreetly, of course. Whatever happened, the evening wouldn't be lost on him. Yeah, he would definitly check this out. All in good fun.

~*~

- So, how is the new kid doing ?

Bahorel refrained from telling Grantaire his new pupil wasn't a kid anymore, but that was Grantaire for you. Anyone younger than him was a "kid", except Bahorel, and that was only due to the fact that he could throw (and already had thrown) him through a (first floor) window.

They had gone for coffee after their training session, as usual. For three years now that they've been practising together, it's become their own ritual : a no hold barred match, followed by coffee and a snack, and eventually some first aid applied to their bruises and bumps.

Finding a sparing partner, getting friendly with him and setting the routine had been way easier than choosing a good coffee shop. They had tried almost half of Paris', but always, there was something wrong with them : the place was not clean enough, the coffee was subpar, the baristas were stingy, it was too cold, too warm... always, there was something wrong, and they were left coffee-shop-less once again.

Until they stumbled into the Café Victor, by accident. It's been raining all day, but the weather patiently waited until they were outside to unleash all its fury with a hail hard enough to cut them into pieces. They rushed through the nearest door for shelter. And that shelter was a little coffee shop. Like every trendy place, it had the dark metal / light wood combo, with fancy light fixtures hanging from the ceiling, and those weird high chairs that had a very low back. Grantaire hated those things. But it managed to have a distinct atmosphere, with many plants scattered around the room, and the walls being covered in frames : pictures, drawings, collages, in black and white or vivid colors. The main room was connected to a second one by two steps, with chairs of normal-height. A low stage had been set against the far wall, under a large, abstract, very bright piece. All this managed to give the place a cozy, welcoming feel, and Grantaire and Bahorel happily adopted it as their favourite coffee place in the world.

To the displeasure of one of the baristas. "Fiery redhead" surely sounded like a cliché, but Bahorel had never meet someone that fit it so well. He was a bit on the short side, built like a twig, covered in an array of freckles, and always gave the impression that Bahorel had been put on Earth for his personnal aggravation. Which wasn't entirely wrong. Bahorel was a flirt and a bit of a smart mouth, nothing too mean, of course, but the guy didn't seem like he could take a joke, and he had a tongue sharp enough to retort everytime. Which, of course, was like an invitation for Bahorel to keep his act.

They ordered their drinks, gigantic and full of an unhealthy amount of sugar, but that's what you needed after a good sparing session, the bruise on Bahorel's face bearing witness of the energy they put into it. The redhead was already busy behind the counter, but it didn't stop Bahorel from winking at him as he grabbed his drinks.

Once seated, Grantaire asked, around a gulp of coffee :

- So ? The kid ?

- Good, good. Lots of fire.

- Of fire ? Is that a metaphor, or real fire ? Because if it's like that girl, the one with...

- It's not like that ! Bahorel quickly amended. He's not an arsonist. Just.... very enthusiastic.

- I like that in a man, Grantaire said with a raised eyebrow.

- You like everything in a man, you scoundrel.

- And women, don't forget, but what can I say ? My love is a pyre that only needs the smallest spark to catch on fire.

- And you'll burn your wings.

- Such is the life of Icarus, what can I do ?

Bahorel fondly rolled his eyes, but they knocked their mugs together.

- So, Grantaire said again after drinking almost half of his coffee in one gulp, tell me a bit about the recruit.

- You're weirdly curious, but I'll humor you. So... just picture this : this high (he gestured above the ground), with long blond hair, very curly. Blue eyes, too, and...

He didn't go farther than that before Grantaire dissolved in a fit of giggles. Bahorel knew that it was no use trying to calm him down or ask him anything. So he just enjoyed the rest of his drink, waiting for him to stop.

It took almost five minutes before the giggles finally died down enough for Grantaire to breath again. He hiccuped a little, but managed to wheeze :

- Are you telling me that Goldilocks came into the bear's house and asked him for boxing lessons ?

Bahorel pondered on the merits of pushing him backwards, then decided to let go.

- Keep your snark for yourself. He seems like a nice guy.

Also, he's really cute, he mentally added, but did he want to say this ? Of course not. He'd never hear the end of if, not in this life, and maybe not even in the next.

- Oh, I bet, Grantaire retorted. A paying customer...

- You're despicable, Bahorel said in his best Daffy Duck impression.

Grantaire snorted in his cup. The redhead barista, who was refiling the napkin dispenser, glanced at him, but quickly went back to his work. Probably rolling his eyes. Bahorel stuck his tongue at him, causing a new eruption of giggles.

They ordered a new round of drinks, and went on to chat about their last training session. The wind was blowing the rain across the window, but it was warm, inside, and the coffee was delicious. Neither was in a hurry to go home, and they stayed there, enjoying their drinks and each other's company.

[silver-tangent]

Things that we often think of as “modern” but have been around for centuries:

Magnets and magnetic fields. (literally occur in nature)

Steel cables, and the odd sounds they make. (At least 1830s)

Stoves (documented 1490, but we have had cookware and likely been making flat surfaces to use pots and pans since at least the 3rd century)

Flushable toilet (1596)

Indoor plumbing and cooling (it’s commonly mentioned that the romans had plumbing, but likewise, Egyptians used water cooling systems, Romans developed duct systems, and many societies understood the importance of airflow)

Condoms (contraceptives are literally as old as sex, though looking into it may not be pleasant.)

Medicine (chemistry has always existed, and pills, specifically, date back to 1500BCE)

LTBTQIA identities (look, this isn’t an lgbt specific post, but I must include it anyway. The Greeks were a Bi-normative society, intersex people have always existed, and trans and non-binary identities are well documented. Same can be said for asexuality and aromanticism; some people weren’t interested. The erasure of this history is a “new” thing.)

The sounds of electricity (even before we harnesses it, electricity existed.)

Industrial sounds (many sounds we associate with modern technology, people have probably heard for centuries. The sharp whistle of metal on metal. The creaking of steel, and buildings. The grinding of gears. We’ve had metal tools for most of our history now. Ancient People wouldn’t be unable to identify the sound of human constructs.)

Likewise, the concept of human constructs is not new, and a “caveman” could probably figure out certain things are non-living inventions even if they couldn’t figure out how it works. Just because you might view something as magic, does not mean you view it as a living beast, and we have always had weird things like magnets.

Hygiene. (It’s easy to think older societies were gross and stinky people. We have always bathed, and cared for our bodies. What has changed is waste disposal, sugar consumption, and our understanding of health.)

Glassware (at least as old as the 1st century bc)

Wrenches and screwdrivers (the modern wrenches were patented in like 1850, but we had screwdrivers in the Middle Ages. We tend not to see any construction tools other than a hammer and saw in historical fiction and it’s weird.)

Motors (of you look up the first motor, it’s hard to NOT be pointed to the internal combustion engine, but we have had moving parts, and been harnessing water and wind power for literally thousands of years. The concept of a motor is not new. The first “motor powered air compression system” was patented in 1799.)

Rail-systems and mine carts. (1500s)

Sunglasses, eyeglasses, and eye protection. (Haven’t heard this wives tale in years, but people didn’t assume you were a witch because you had corrective lenses. We have been protecting our eyes for centuries, and knew how to make corrective lenses since the 1200s.)

Sealed food (canning started in the 1800s, but we’ve had food and preserves in sealed containers for a very long time.)

Gas lines (we used to use natural gas for street lamps, and even internal lighting in large cities.)

Black rights (seriously, racism and racial inequality have sadly always existed, but it has always changed. Black people were not always slaves until the civil war. The Egyptians were black. Africa has a rich history. Black people walked free and even *gasp* held positions of power. The slave trade as we knew it began in the 15th century, but the exploitation of Africans, and dehumanization of black people, began to rapidly increase in the 1600s. I’m NB. I recommend looking to someone who knows more about this for a better explanation... just stop thinking history was All-White until the 1800s.)

Intelligence (just because we’ve advanced as a society doesn’t mean older civilizations were “dumber” and we need to stop depicting them as “idiots” especially in time travel fiction. Progress is often linear. We weren’t “too dumb” to invent the combustion engine, we just hadn’t discovered it yet.)