#most insane part of the post i saw was that they even mentioned real life disabled ppl and said

[chloeapplepi]

i need abled people to shut their mouths and never speak on kabumisu absolutely ever

[fairyrona]

hop's cabin+byler

You know how there are some little things that say BYLER ENDGAME so loudly, that if by some miracle it doesn't happen, you'll be getting on a bus to atlanta to ask some questions?

I have one of those. Like these shots:

Board games? The sun rays and the motherfucking upside down couch?

Second shot just looks like it's missing something. Why?

(Let's establish real quick that I am acknowledging all the layers of this scene sequence - but in this post I'm pointing out byler endgame.)

I don't wanna come off like those milkvans arguing that Mike associates the Byers' house with El. This is not about the characters associating places with other characters. It's not about the places at all, because I think those shots could have been filmed anywhere and they would still do their thing.

Because we've got the s4 shot now. I hope you get what I mean but-

We saw how empty that space was when the move happened - how sad and abandoned it was. But the light never left, it was still there, even when the space was vacant. And now it's alive again, it's back to being whole.

They're both home.

And it's just so amazing to me, how we have this shot of Max -

...foreshadowing her part in s4.

Bacause it just proves us that this particular visual element suggests foreshadowing. We now know they belong in that space but we couldn't see them, they were out. Interestingly, nobody was in. Of course, meta-wise it would not make sense for Mike to sit there alone - or maybe, actually it would make so much sense - since this was his girlfriend's house.

But.

Honestly, with the second part of that assemblage being Mike and Will's yet another heart to heart, it would be too obvious for Mike to be in the s3 shot.

In the end it doesn't even matter if he's there or not. Because his absence is louder.

Let's assume that Mike's association with the Byers' house is ambiguous. Him biking to the empty cabin, where they've spent so much time together would be an absolutely perfect way to establish that he was longingly staring after El, and not Will.

But he is not there. From the writing point of view, either way it would be byler proof (when in combination with s4 shot):

A theoretical, Mike is in the s3 shot:

S3 ends and we all know for sure that byler is bones and milkvan is endgame. And then, it turns out to be straightbait, because it's Will who joins him in the second part of the sequence, and not El as people would be expecting.

The cabin is empty, canon:

I can't stress enough, how clever it would be to have Mike in that shot. To show that the other person is gone, and he's been left behind, alone.

That's not the case. He didn't have a reason to go there. His person never reminded him of the cabin.

In a way we have a three part sequence. The whole California trip being in the middle.

Why is Mike not moping after El in the cabin? He's gone after his person. The person? Well, we've all seen who Mike spends the most time in season 4. They were out together, on a journey, quite literally too.

And now it's a season later, the same place, but now complete - foreshadowing s5. As if that light was waiting for them to arrive and bask in it.

(Not to mention the "new" dynamic immediately coming to life on the hill.)

it's crazy.

(they are insane.)

[blog-of-hubris]

Jujutsu Kaisen Chapter 238: Shinjuku Showdown, Part 19

Oh boy oh boy. Another jjk chapter with Sukuna showing off why he is the KING of Curses. Beyond his strength, he speaks like a king to those he defeats, and his meaning is very esoteric.

I'm going to go full fanboy in this post, everyone, so please forgive me if you are here to hear bad things about jjk (you're weird, btw).

Perfection...Beautiful..

Kashimo looking at Sukuna with X-ray and seeing nothing but perfection is exactly what I feel looking at Gege.

But on a serious note.. Finally, seeing Sukuna's true form in action is insane!!! He looks so terrifying, and Kashimo knew that instantly. Sukuna not having any strain on his heart or lungs due to the build of his body is so damn impressive. I love seeing him flexing his perfection to Kashimo and then blitzes him.

I love this moment because it's showing how much Kashimo overestimated his ability to fight Sukuna. I knew Kashimo was a non factor, and Sukuna made it APPARENT. He literally showed Kashimo, he just was not that good, lol. (I was never a Kashimo fan, so this is nice for me).

Sukuna is quite truly beautiful. Gege gave him such a design to reflect him being the peak of jujutsu. I just want to say thank you to gege for following through so thoroughly on this.

Then to go even farther and give us Sukuna's feats against the great sorcerers of the past was even better. He defeated the Sun, Moon, and Stars squad that Uro was once a leader of. I love Gege doing this type of stuff, man!

If you remember, Uro's vision of calamity when talking to Yuta was Sukuna, and when Sukuna revived she knew it was him just based off his cursed energy. Gege made sure that all of this was continued by giving us more lore on Sukuna's final form.

It's these little things that really move me in story telling. Connects those dots for us!

We Are Loved Because We Are Strong

Sukuna's speeches to people after defeating them is becoming one of my favorite things in jujutsu kaisen. I already loved his moment with Jogo + his final words to Gojo, but now we can add Kashimo to this list, lol.

I love Sukuna mentioning Yozoru's words to Kashimo, because it directly reflects the short conversation we saw between Kashimo and Kenjaku. Kashimo wanted to go against Sukuna to feel fulfilled. Initially, I took this as a warrior fighting for the fulfillment of a real fight, or a true fight to the death. Kashimo is similar Gojo, where he felt all the surrounding sorcerers were below him, causing him to separate himself as an entity. However, this was dissatisfying for Kashimo. The difference between him/Gojo and Sukuna, is that the king of curses accepted that as a fact of life. Due to this fact, he saw the world as his playground, and anything that went against his desires were to be destroyed.

“You know the answer you seek, you just can't comprehend it, right..?”

I love this quote by sukuna. Implying that kashimo knew all along the answer to his soul's dilemma.

“Is strength solitude”?

That question is always known by the strong, but I think sukuna's lesson was to deeper understand how to live as the strong.

“You were strong”

I see this as sukuna reminding kashimo that because of his strength, love should be known. Those under you will love you because you are strong. He goes on to tell kashimo that the ones who challenged him did not do so to curse him, but to be recognized and to validate themselves. That itself is love, or maybe an easier word to translate it would be “admiration”.

Admiration however is a product of love. That is how sukuna connects with those below him. I believe Uraume is the example of this, as he/she has been by sukuna's side for seemingly the longest. That love Uraume has is most likely the best execution of love sukuna can have for one below him.

(it makes me wonder why uraume is so special)

Telling kashimo that he was strong, but also lamenting is greedy. Wow, sukuna... when you think about it, sukuna's outlook is very royal and fits that of a being existing on a higher frequency. What Sukuna is trying to relay, is that being the strongest comes with natural love (or being strong in general). It is when you begin to hate that strength or see it as a burden that you begin to lose sight of that love. Those around you love you for your strength, even those that challenge it have some form of admiration and search for recognition from that strength.

This takes me to when Nanami said to Gojo that he also once believed they should just send him out on every mission. Gojo felt that he could never be understood, and that burden carried with him his entire adult life. Before, he had Geto who he saw as his equal, best friend and dare I say other half. That is why he wished that Geto was there, patting him on his back. Gojo felt separated from everyone, even if he loved them, he still felt isolated. I believe that Geto was Gojo's “love” and that is why he could never truly feel satisfaction.. He could never save Geto.

(Sorry to go back to the sadness that is Gojo's separation from others as a human due to his exceptional skills as a sorcerer, but all of this ties in together so well).

Kashimo and Gojo both got “greedy”. They were strong, but also wanted to hate that strength instead of taking everything that came with it and finding true satisfaction within. Gojo felt pure isolation from his talent, while Kashimo felt lament because he could never have an equal. Both of these stemming from feeling the need for others to fulfill them, which is why Sukuna believes that...

Love is Useless...

Sukuna calls love useless. I find this so intriguing, because the “love” he spoke of was surrounded by the motif of “the strong”, and also he straight up says the thought of needing someone else to fulfill him never crossed his mind. He never thought that another person would give him the satisfaction he wanted, instead he put his desires first.

“I live according to my own stature. If that can't be measured or understood, that's not my problem”.

MEGUMI? YOU HEAR THAT?!

My god i hope megumi is listening. I talk with @theanimepsychologist about megumi coming back and also how sukuna is possibly his golden shadow. To expound on this train of thought, I see all of this as Gege playing deeper into Sukuna's role as megumi's catalyst.

In simpler terms, I see Sukuna & Megumi's dynamic on the same level as Mahito & Yuji's. Mahito propelled Yuji's understanding of being a jujutsu sorcerer, while Yuji propelled Mahito as a curse. For Sukuna and Megumi, Sukuna saw Megumi's technique as something to gain. There could possibly be more he plans on doing with the ten shadows specifically, giving him an even more powerful arsenal than he had before.

For Megumi, Sukuna was the first to make him see himself as a stronger person. The words “why did you run away” stuck in megumi's mind from the first fearsome womb chapters. That was when he discovered he could place things in his shadow, and from there he began to elevate each arc.

Sukuna being in Megumi's body right now feels like a terrible journey of enlightenment for megumi. I find it interesting that sukuna states he was born cursed and unwanted. Megumi talks as if he was treated the same way, even believing his father is still alive living it up somewhere. Megumi has no idea he faced his father in shibuya, or that his dad wanted him to be something outside the zenin clan. Even if he did end up there, he believed megumi would be okay because he was talented. Megumi never saw himself as wanted by his family, and his cope for that was Tsumiki.

Sukuna was different, he chased after his desires alone. He believed he could make himself happy, and that there was no one else who could fulfill that. Megumi losing Tsumiki is so difficult for him because he relied on Tsumiki as his heart and conscious. At first, megumi was indifferent, but expressed himself boldly. Tsumiki's positive outlook is what moved megumi, and that was all the family he had. Megumi isn't heartless as sukuna may naturally be, but his decision to save people has left him too selfless.

For megumi to return, I need to see his understanding of self-worth change. He needs to see his strength and importance as an individual to truly understand the love that comes from being strong. In order to save people, you need strength, but you cannot develop that strength without having a stronger sense of self to dismantle any sparks that fly your way.

"Its okay to be selfish"

"A jujutsu sorcerer's growth never comes easy"

(I could continue on about this megumi and sukuna connection but i think my point is made)

That is why Sukuna said love is useless. There is no need to look to another to satisfy yourself. To understand yourself is to understand your desires. And to be true to one's self is to chase after those desires without remorse. He hasn't changed a beat from when he spoke to Jogo, and I love consistency.

What Can You Do...Brat?

The final spread of the chapter was C R A Z Y! Uraume and Hakari break out of the domain with no damage on either person, while Higaruma and Yuij (with scales and claws??) begin to drop.

WTH?

My assumption is that they are going to try to get Sukuna into Higaruma's domain to win a trial and take away Sukuna's CT. This could work, but I'm worried that even without a CT, sukuna is still going to be very proficient in his raw CE usage unlike the other sorcerers Higaruma has faced. Maybe that is all they need to start the process to save megumi, or something else entirely crazy that only gege can come up with!

Truly endless possibilities.

Gege is continuing to Gege (whatever that means) and I will continue to not miss a beat. I believe we have a break coming up, so we will have to digest on this chapter a bit before we figure out what's going on!

[animentality]

It's weird how the Franc Peartree letter being altered has just caused some people to suddenly come out with the most godawful takes. I don't like that the letters were changed but it still feels like such a small change to have caused such a sudden divide in the gortash part of the fandom

Earlier I saw a post from one of the handful of people who were more supportive of the letter change(I think they may have even been one of the people you blocked) claim that default dark urge x gortash felt weird or wrong to them. They said it was because default dark urge is a dragonborn. And they compared dragonborn x human romances to beastiality. And it was a post replying to an ask that was from someone also arguing that, so there's at least two people who think that.

And I just had to stop for a moment after reading that because of how utterly confusing and insane that felt. Like, dragonborn are a humanoid race and are fully capable of communicating so it would definitely not be beastiality in any way

Sorry if I got a bit ranty there, especially since you're trying to distance yourself from bg3 discourse stuff for now. I just really felt the need to just at least mention it to someone because I'm just so dumbfounded by it and I guess just like, feel the need to check to see if this is just as much of a wtf kind of take to others as it is to me

you can tell they don't play DND.

people have been trying to fuck dragons and monsters since 1977.

where's that fucking Tumblr post about how if a creature is intelligent enough to consent, then it's not bestiality?

in a fantasy setting, yeah, as long as they're smart and talking and able to say yes or no and consent or not consent, and aren't being compromised by other forces, then no it's not bestiality in the way we understand it.

also there's no real world equivalent.

wanting to fuck a werewolf doesn't mean you're fucking chihuahuas in real life.

those people are just mad cuz they have bad taste and don't like durgetash.

nothing we can do about that, anon.

you're born with bad taste, you die with it too.

I was blessed with superior intellect and advanced taste, and since you clearly were too, I would advise neither of us be involved with that subspecies of Tumblr.

we have far more important things to discuss.

[pardonmydelays]

what do you love the most about twenty one pilots?

i fucking love this question, but there's no easy answer to it. i guess i'm gonna have to try tho, because sometimes i feel like maybe some of you don't really understand WHY i totally changed my entire blog when clancy came out (it's kinda like me loving this band was my biggest secret for such a long time, idk. i still remember how a few months before it i've mentioned something and anix literally yelled at me like "WHY THE FUCK YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU LIKE TWENTY ONE PILOTS" lmao. anyway).

first of all, no one has ever made me feel so seen and understood. there's real magic in tyler joseph's lyrics, you might hate me for what i'm about to say right now, but speaking of tortured poets - for me it's not taylor, it's tyler. and the scariest part of it all is that i very often relate to his lyrics. but that's also beautiful - it's therapeutic in a way. so when clancy came out and i realized i relate to pretty much EVERY song on this record, i just thought to myself, oh lord, how did i survive this long without their music. it's always been them for me. i will never abandon them again, i swear.

second thing, the lore. you all know i'm a slut for stories told through music (*cough* musical theatre *cough*). also, if the plot of the story is complex and weird as fuck, there's a pretty big chance it will become my favourite thing in the world. the entire lore is an insane metaphor for mental health struggles so, obviously, i can find a part of myself in it. i would die for their lore, honestly. it's all i can think about. and clancy will always be my fucking blorbo.

another thing i love a lot about them, and it's something you don't really see if you don't watch their interviews or live performances, they are literally just two dudes. both josh and tyler have always been very anxious and awkward and weird and that's what makes them more human in my opinion - just two fucking idiots who are best friends, lmao. they are so relatable in every possible way. they are also the funniest dudes in the entire world. and their friendship is so fucking beautiful. the only difference between us and them, truly, is that they are extremely talented and they have their own band.

also, they care about the clique so fucking much, this was probably mentioned on my blog before (maybe even today in a previous ask). they don't care about the charts, about awards, about anything really, all they care about is their music and fans. they don't do it to be the best band in the world. they do it to save lives - our lives as much as their own (if it wasn't for this music i don't know how i would have fought this). and that's what makes them different and honestly, better than the other artists.

they are also pretty much unproblematic. i wasn't really sure if i should mention that, but i feel like i need to. tyler joseph made one stupid mistake a few years ago - the way people reacted to this still breaks my fucking heart. he realized he was wrong tho, he apologized. the other day i saw a post here on tumblr about how he's fucking problematic and racist and the worst man on the planet etc etc. can we... fucking stop, please. it was just a stupid joke and he knows it was dumb and unnecessary. most people wouldn't even apologize, but he did. end of story. i will defend him with my life (not saying he is perfect, but shit, if you want to cancel him for one mistake maybe you should look at yourself first).

i feel like there are thousand different reasons but i'm just gonna stop here, because it's too fucking long already and no one will read it anyway.

[gold-rhine]

I saw your post about star rail from a few days ago and I found it interesting. I’ve been wanting to try sr for a while now because everyone keeps saying how much better than genshin it is, but the weird part is all they ever talk about are the quality of life things. The resin system, the daily quest system, or all the rewards they get every update, but no one actually talks about if the game is good. Y’know, the story, the combat, the exploration, the things that actually matter. You’re the first person I’ve seen mention that stuff and you don’t seem to think much of them. I haven’t exactly gone out of my way to look for critiques of the game, but I’d think that if the game was really all that more people would be jumping to praise the important stuff.

asdfgh i think i already said it in one post but my conspiracy theory is that genshin didn't do these small quality of life improvements just so they could do them in hsr as a marketing ploy. but like, genshin and hsr are not really comparable. hsr is nothing like genshin in actual gameplay, it shares gacha and character design, but genshin is an open world exploration-focused real time combat game with hundreds of hours of available free content and hsr is turn-based with zero exploration and some roguelite modes. they are not even the same genres.

why do you think hsr has more free rewards? bc you cannot get primos otherwise, you cannot explore or do hangouts, there are very few quests in comparison to genshin. even with hsr more generous rewards i got less wishes in hsr per banner than in genshin on my f2p where i do some exploration and side quests.

like i think hsr is good enough game for what it is, which is like, a mobile-oriented time waster with very pretty animations. like i got horny dan heng just bc his burst looks so cool and is in my fav color scheme. i'm wary to rec it to ppl just bc its gacha, bc like. spending money on the game where most of your combat will be game playing itself bc how easy it is would be insane to me. i already wrote about it tho

[caracalwithchips]

Trapped together (Part 1)

I haven’t written anything in over a year, but apparently this is the time of year I get inspired! However, one of my 2023 goals is to finally write out some of the ideas I’ve had for a while. I will continue to post very sporadically, but please let me know if you would like to be tagged when I do (I believe @plaidbooks asked to be tagged on a past post). 

This fic fills the Blizzard square for StoriesofSvu’s 2022 Holiday Bingo @storiesofsvu . It’s my first 2-part fic, and I hope to have the finale uploaded in 1-2 days. 

Pairing: Mike Dodds x Reader

Trigger warnings for a brief mention of serial killer in the “set-up” to the story (skip the 1st paragraph if you’d like to avoid it!)

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It had been a busy two weeks of intense investigation by the Manhattan SVU squad on the hunt of what your team now believed to be a prolific serial killer who traced victims new to the city back to their rural hometowns to attack someone in their families. Today, you and Sergeant Dodds had needed to travel through a West Virginia mountain pass following a lead based on a victim who had run away from her small West Virginia community. Her cousin had suffered a mysterious hunting accident only 5 days after her death in the city.

However, when leaving the small county morgue, the local Sheriff informed you and Sergeant Dodds of an impending blizzard and that the mountain pass was unsafe to travel through and would only get worse throughout the night. You both tried to explain you were used to driving in New York winters, but he convinced you both that it wasn’t worth the risk. Instead, the Sheriff directed you to the only motel in a two hour radius where you and Dodds would have to wait out the storm until the roads cleared enough to return to NYC.

It was a small, desolate, dingy highway motel that looked like it usually saw its own clientele of shady individuals. The owner directed you and the Sarg to the only room left that held one queen-sized bed. Everyone who had been traveling through the area had descended upon the hotel in an effort to ride out the storm, and the owner told you both how lucky you were to arrive in time to get the last room.

You and Dodds shared a look. It was one of discomfort and hesitation. There may have also been some mortification on your part with some added on bubble-guts related to your secret penchant for reading “there was only one bed” romance books. There was no way that situation was actually happening to you in your actual real life. With Mike Dodds. The most beautiful man you had ever seen. Also the nicest.

“Are you absolutely certain there are no other rooms?” asked Dodds. The motel owner again confirmed that there was the one queen bed which we could take or leave. “What about any roll-away cots?”

The hotel owner let out the phlegmatic laugh of a 30-pack year smoker. “Where do you think you are, son? This ain’t no fancy place, which is clearer than day to anyone who ain’t blind. Ain’t you some detective? Sheriff Lonnie called ahead and near ordered me to hold the room for you two.”

You stepped in before your sergeant risked offending the only person standing between an unlucky situation and a worse situation. “Then could we at least get some extra towels and blankets, please? As many extra blankets as you have,” you asserted, with your hand on your gun hip to get the point across. You didn’t trust the ancient-looking powerlines outside to be capable of keeping even the small hotel warm and lit. The owner came back a few minutes later, shoved a stack of towels and blankets into your arms, and shut the door behind him.

You turned around and found Dodds with his hand on his head, clearly thinking hard about something. You watched him for a moment before he noticed you watching. Then, with resolution, he grabbed a blanket from the pile and grabbed a pillow off the bed and headed towards the door.

“What are you doing, Sergeant?”

“I’m going to sleep in the car tonight.”

“Are you insane?” you spluttered.

“I’ve slept in worse places than a car.”

“During an Appalachian mountain blizzard? Do you have any idea how cold it’s about to get outside? People die in these kind of conditions, Sergeant.”

“I’ll keep the engine running.”

“The gas won’t last that long and I doubt the car battery will be able to make it through the storm, either, without dying or the engine line freezing.” You knew nothing about cars, but that sounded right.

He leaned with his head against the door and mumbled something you couldn’t understand.

“Pardon?”

With a big sigh he turned around, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m not uncomfortable.” This was all uncomfortable, of course you were uncomfortable. “Are you uncomfortable, Sergeant?”

He hesitated, “a little.”

“Would you be uncomfortable if it was Carisi here with you instead?”

He barked out a laugh and ran his hand through his hair. “I would be, although I’m not sure if I’d be more or less so.”

“I personally think I’d be more uncomfortable with Carisi. He strikes me as the type of sleepover guest who keeps everyone else up all night talking then drools all over your mom’s guest pillows.�� You both laughed uncomfortably before you continued, “We’ve had too long of a day for worrying about making one another uncomfortable after an already long week trying to find our perp and getting an idea of the extent of how many victims he even has. I’m tired and we’re both grown. We’ve worked together long enough that we can sleep in the same room without it being weird, can’t we?”

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to make things even more uncomfortable. I just want you to know I respect you and your comfort.” Your heart did a weird somersault before he continued, “and your role as one of my detectives.” Oh. Right. You were going to have to remind yourself to be professional. It’s not like you had the biggest crush of your life on your own Sergeant. That would be career suicide and a recipe for an embarrassing situation that you didn’t have the social grace to handle.

“Of course I know that, that would never be in question, Sir.” There. See? Super professional. Professional was your middle name. “Now, I’m going to try to shower the morgue germs off.”

You carried all of the towels into the bathroom with you. You closed the door behind you and made a face in the mirror after catching a whiff of the moldy air. This was the grossest motel you had ever been in. It had probably been built in the 60s and seemed to have the original brown and mustard carpet, curtains, bedding, possibly even the same towels. You weren’t sure if you wanted to inspect the bed to rule-out bedbugs or if you were afraid to look. It’s not like you could do anything about it.

With a sigh you started shrugging out of your suit. When you were stripped down to your undies, you made a decision. You filled the sink with soapy water and scrubbed your undergarments. Then you took the time to stand with the mini hairdryer attached to the wall to dry them off. You could put up with a lot of things, roach motel included, but you weren’t going to sleep in anything less than fresh drawers. Then you took a quick hot shower and scrubbed yourself dry with a scratchy towel before staring at yourself in the mirror and thinking about the sleeping arrangements.

You really didn’t want to sleep in your suit pants after traipsing through the rural crime scene and a morgue, but you also didn’t want to make your already uncomfortable boss more uncomfortable. You were very grateful that you threw on a t-shirt under your blouse that morning. Still, it barely reached the top of your thighs and your lacey underwear were quite visible. You left the t-shirt on, wrapped a towel around your waist for the walk to the bed, and stepped outside of the now-steamy bathroom and walked, with pretend confidence, towards the bed.

With your head held high and eyes aimed on your destination you strode further into the room…and tripped right over your sergeant who was laying on the floor. You caught yourself after falling on your knees and looked behind you with a look of exasperation.

“WHAT are you doing?” you yelled at the same time apologies were spilling out of his mouth and he was trying to help you up. At some point the towel had fallen off from around your waist so you jumped up the distance between the floor and the bed and quickly pulled the covers over you.

“I’m so sorry, I was trying to find the cleanest part of the carpet to sleep on. I assumed you would see me?”

“No I didn’t see you Sergeant, why would I expect to see you on the floor? Why are you on that disgusting floor? Do you know what kind of things get trapped in a 60 year old rundown motel carpet? Please get up!”

“I thought it would be better if I slept on the floor. I told you I’ve slept in worse places,” he smiled sheepishly and made no move to get up from the floor.

“Sergeant, am I more repugnant than that filthy floor?”

His eyes grew wide as saucers, “Y/N, no!! Of course not! How could you think that?”

“I think that because you continue to sit on the floor.”

He stood up and looked lost. “I….where am I supposed to sleep if not in the car and not on the floor?”

You stared in confusion at his confusion. “Sergeant, in the bed. Next to me. Surely that’s better than a car in a blizzard or a motel room floor?” He turned red from his neck to the tips of his ears. He seemed at a loss for words.

“If it would make you more comfortable, we can pile a bunch of these extra pillows and towels in between our sleeping bodies. You know, so that I do not mistakenly accost you in the night.”

“I never! I never thought…” he stammered.

“Of course not. I’m teasing you, mostly, but I certainly don’t expect you to sleep on the floor and considering where we are I would prefer you did not.” You piled up two extra blankets lengthwise in the middle of the bed. When he remained standing where he was, you shrugged, laid down, and turned over on your side. You really were tired and this was a mentally exhausting case. You didn’t have the energy to spend anymore time coaxing your sergeant into a somewhat comfortable sleeping arrangement nor to convince him that you could both behave like adults. You heard him shuffle into the bathroom and you heard the water start. You pulled the blankets tighter around you. The wind howled outside and despite the old heating system being turned up to its highest number, the room felt very cold. You pulled your knees up to your chest hoping to conserve heat.

You must have been close to dozing off because what felt like only a few minutes later you felt the far side of the bed dip and heard the lamp click off. The bed moved a little as Dodds tried to get comfortable. You weren’t sure if you should say goodnight or continue looking like you were asleep, so you decided to stay as you were. Part of your decision came from the fact that you were so cold, you couldn’t bare the thought of uncoiling from your fetal position. As you started feeling heavier with sleep, you wondered if you had been shivering because you felt another blanket being placed over you. A hand very lightly squeezed your shoulder as you heard a whispered “Goodnight, Detective” before falling fully into sleep.

[kordbot]

because poppy is now Surprisingly close to 50% in round 2 [as im typing this he's one vote away from 50%], here's the promised poppy lore post! hopefully he'll be able to get even more votes soon!! :]

tagging @bug-oc because im counting this as poppyganda. vote for poppy in round 2 HERE

everything under the cut because. i had to come up with a LOT of shit to make his backstory interesting & for it to somehow make sense

poppy grew up outside of bugaria, in a country inhabited mostly by fireflies. the fireflies are bugs who are very connected to art and culture and have a Lot of things they do solely because it's a tradition

the fireflies are a society with a lot of focus on art, actors/painters/poets are literally treated as "priests of the arts". however, it is also believed that any and all artists are "cursed by the gods" and have basically a shit life so while they're praised and insanely respected, they're also seen as weird/insane/tortured with visions and no parent wants their child to ever become one

flying is a huge part of their culture, so male fireflies are taught how to use their wings from a young age so it doesn't get lost to time. female fireflies on the other hand are seen as 'hunters' - when reaching a certain age they're taught how to perform light sequences that effectively hypnotize their prey, who often end up being other bugs. very often, even other fireflies. so basically, cannibalism is a part of their culture. poppy is based on the Photuris firefly and there's a Reason why it's called the 'femme fatale' firefly

the fireflies have a little cultural ritual called a 'blessing'. it's connected to their religion, believing that giving it to someone will grant them luck in the upcoming days. they never really do anything though [apparently the gods they worship don't care about that kind of thing] so they became a way of showing someone appreciation and as a general gesture of wishing someone good luck

connecting poppy to all the facts mentioned above, his parents REALLY didn't want him to become an artist in any shape or form and despite him hoping that he could become an actor since he was little, they tried everything to stop him from achieving his dream. this lead to poppy practicing acting in secret when his parents weren't home which he's a little embarrassed about nowadays, but it was probably the only thing that kept his dream alive throughout all these years

poppy can't fly. it's not because he was so extraordinarily bad at it that everyone gave up on him after a couple lessons, but because he's trans and literally unable to. poppy was instead trained to be a hunter. trained to seduce bugs to later hypnotize them and kill them. he was good at everything Except the hypnotizing part. that's because poppy was never good at controlling his light, so he was never able to hunt alone and was instead sent as backup most of the time. the killing part. well. as long as he closed his eyes and told himself its for the good of the community [providing food] he managed to do it and not even feel Too much remorse. so poppy has not only killed in his life, he has cannibalized other bugs. surprisingly he's not the only oc of mine to do this

poppy left his homeland, breaking all contact with everyone he knew there permanently around a year before the events of the game. he hoped he could find a chance for a better life elsewhere and distance himself from the hunting culture as well as make his lifelong dream of becoming an actor finally come true

when it comes to the blessings, poppy never believed that they worked but still saw them as a nice gesture, so he eventually got into the habit of performing them on the explorer teams that saved him from being mauled by lesser bugs. but venus apparently sees them as the REAL deal, so after a while some rumors spread that every team who got a blessing from him had INSANE luck on the following mission. some even believe that poppy was chosen by the gods and has some kind of luck superpower. which is partially true i guess?? but he doesn't even worship venus, he comes from a completely different cultural background and never felt much of a connection to any religion [he considers himself agnostic]. for him, it's just a symbolic gesture that's supposed to express his gratitude. for others, it's a literal blessing from the gods

that's all the poppy lore that i had planned to stuff here for propaganda purposes! thank you for reading :]

[daz4i]

actually i AM gonna post abt this again. sorry

like when i say they make me feel like i'm in a story. i mean it

we started talking and immediately clicked. talked nonstop for days really

we both had relationships like that years before, but then paused that behavior bc we were young and it wasn't the healthiest, but now we were adults and knew better. it was the first one after that break for both of us

i avoided this behavior for awhile bc i knew it's not the healthiest but it felt so good when it happened. i (rightfully) feared the crash but at the time, the high was so worth it. and everything was going so smoothly too. things kept aligning just right all the time

every time i thought something is gonna come up or that i did something wrong and now it's all gonna blow up, they proved that i had no reason to worry, bc they let it slide immediately, even liked it

we kind of completed each other in every way. liked the same things and had a lot in common, but were opposites in enough things that we weren't TOO similar

i stopped worrying abt annoying them relatively early into the whole thing (usually it takes me months or even years, or i never stop at all. here it was maybe 2-3 weeks)

we became actually close right on their birthday. a small thing but you gotta admit if this was a story it'd be poetic as hell

every time they had a problem and i jokingly said i'm sending a spell their way to fix it, it passed after like 2 minutes. absolutely insane coincidence stuff

i mentioned this before. and this is gonna be embarrassing but. we met through, well, kin stuff lol. they kin chuuya, i kin dazai, we joked abt kindating etc. anyway my mental health was shit but they genuinely uplifted me a lot. they made me want to live for the first time in who knows how long, maybe ever. i think you can tell why i prefaced this story with that fact 🥲 embarrassing but real

and now this shit? 😭 another small thing but like. i make a post abt them bc now is generally around the time we started talking, and someone i follow queued a post from their blog and it posts right now?? they've been decativated for nearly a year HOW did this line up like that 😭

they unfortunately made me believe in the concept of soulmates :/ but as my friends (and mom. bc she saw me cry over the whole thing for days) said. if they cut me off and hurt me like that, they weren't ~the one~

and another thing that made me feel more like i'm in a teen movie is. i legit spent a day and a half in bed crying and barely doing anything else, after they cut me off. truly cliche stuff. actually that's a good way to put it - they made me feel like a cliche. still do when i think abt it a year later. it was a good thing at first, bad when it ended. i could make a movie abt this barely changing any detail and it'll be an average teen romantic comedy (except i'll have to add some happy ending there)

anyway let me finish all that by saying. who the fuck blocks someone on spotify 😭 dude...

(it's been a year and i got burned so badly from this whole thing that i seriously doubt i'll be able to love someone this much again. i need it to be an instant obsession to actually feel good about love, but i'll never be able to confidently go into any new relationship with that purpose because i'm just too scared things will hurt this much again. it's honestly so depressing lol 🥲 but what can ya do)

(i also became the most suicidal i've ever been since lol. probably bc of how big the drop was. it still hasn't gone away. part of why i see no point in life is bc of that previous paragraph. so.)

[ventiffy]

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓊𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 ♡ PT.3

Summary: You are a writer only passionate about science, biology (the human body s' anatomy) and anything along the lines of engineering. Your studies is only a part of your many passions and hobbies. Online you place many theories and questions where you wish that maybe one who takes your passion to heart could answer with an explanation. Although they never do, sometimes somebody will answer you but its with the most basic and undetailed answer ever! Until one day you come across somebody whiling to answer all your questions for only a small price..

WARNINGS: mention of blood. not proof read..

Author's note: SO I MAY START A NEW FIC... I will also try to do more hcs BUT I may stop posting everyday... Why? Because I write these at night.. when I'm tired and I also have school and a lot of work so- BUT NEW PARTS SHOULD BE UPLOADED AFTER 2 DAYS IF IM FEELING TIRED. And, when I have the time I will write an extra post as a small apology for that day I missed! ♡

OUT OF ALL THE PARTS I CURRENTLY HAVE UPLOADED, THIS IS POSSIBLY THE MOST INTERESTING PART SO FAR I GUESS?

You were nervous. You only knew that he stuck up to his name, he provided enough evidence that he was in fact a Doctor. But that still doesn't mean that the second you meet him face to face you won't be in some form of danger. Though now instead of referring him to Doctor, you referred to him as Zandik, which he said was him real name.

But, to you this was just some "online friends finally meeting up for the first time in real life" type of thing. Those "off-topic" conversations you had with him because more frequent and you enjoyed talking to him even! You guys talked about literally anything! He only mentioned the Fatui once though, he mentioned after you said you were born in Snezhnaya. He asked you about your opinion on the Harbingers even though you only knew them from listening to random conversations which you didn't participate in because you didn't know those who were talking. You listened for fun, if you were to be honest.

Although you've never seen any of them you still had an opinion that was based by the words of others.

You told him that you though that The Jester was possibly one who is stern and strict, the type who keeps an intimidating impressions, same goes for the captain just that you found him more strategic than the other Harbingers. The Balladeer was ruthless and rude, the type who has a disliked reputation. The Fair lady was fancy and elegant, the one who idolizes being perfect, even the smallest details about herself have to effortlessly be flawless. You though that the 11th was filled with bloodlust and also ruthless. You though of him as the type who makes layers of snow tainted red with the blood of his enemies. Next was Arlecchino, you saw her in the same ways you say the captain and the jester, stern, strict and strategic. But, you also perceived her as ruthless considering her choice of words most of the time. You say that Sandrone lady as a cold hearted one who thinks that their only purpose in life is to accomplish the goal that will get others to notice them. You saw Columbina as mysterious, agile and discrete. Yet her voice could charm anybody closer to her like a siren. You saw the Regrator as basically the type who speaks of money, only money. You saw the Rooster as somebody who is serious but somewhat kind. Yet finally, you saw the Doctor as somebody who is smart but...

psychopathic,

All the Harbingers are somehow insane but he's the worst compared to the others... If you were given the option to never be able to meet any Harbinger of your choice, you'd chose him. You never wanted to meet him, never. After your response to his questions, he said that he agreed with you almost everywhere except for your opinion on the Doctor.

But, those memories cannot bother you anymore, not for now at least. You were going to meet the person you've been chatting with for 3 months now!

You two were meant to meet in a particular location but, when you arrived you saw nobody. Although, now when you thought about it, your head that had gone in pure silence started focusing on something, a sound to be more particular. A sound of footsteps! You look behind to see a tall blue-haired man with blood red eyes.

"You're *Your name*, right?"

"Yep! I am!"

"Good to know, well I'm Zandik. It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance."

Well, the first part of your conversation was purely awkward, both of you didn't know what to say to each other. After talking for a while and exchanging some personal information, you asked:

"So why did you ask to meet me here?"

You looked around the beautiful but dark scenery, it was yet coated with layers of snow but the lakes perfect for ice fishing and the trees dancing within the wind made you realize the true beauty of your region. The sunlight projected itself perfectly the snow that seemed as if it was shinning. The sunset shown across the sky gave an orange type color to the originally white scenery. You attention turned back to Zandik once he spoke:

" I wanted the place where we first meet to be away from others.."

"Why?"

"I can't bare the sound of people talking as I'm trying to focus on what somebody else is saying.."

"Oh.."

After walking around, Zandik was quick to change the subject when it came to talking about birds, he said the scientific name and original name of different sorts of bird who were possibly feeding their babies worms or minding their own business upon the tip of a branch. He talked about their breed and also all sorts of stuff, their natural habitat, why some only found in Snezhnaya in the first place. It made him sound smart but, you didn't want this first meet-up to remind you of those animal documentaries. After a while he stopped for the sake of observing the scenery but then asked:

"Have you ever considered testing your experiments in an actual laboratory?"

" I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't have the materials and neither do I have a lab."

"I do."

What? Was he serious? Did he want to share his laboratory with you or was it just to show that he's wealthy enough to be able to have his own lab?

"What are you trying to get from asking that, Zandik?"

"I've been thinking that if you actually had a place to confirm if your theories were right, why would you ask for confirmation online?"

"..."

" I wouldn't mind sharing my Laboratory with you, y/n. Maybe tomorrow I could show it to you and see if you like it. You have my number after all so setting up that date should be easy."

"Sure, I don't see why not."

After a while you get back to the main road, the road that stopped randomly since the rest of the forest was never frequented by the visitors. After a few minutes of walking and talking about medical stuff you get to your bus stop, Zandik had already left while searching for the road his parked his car in.

Although it felt wrong but, you seemed as if something was off about him. From the way he was kind of hostile when you said your opinion on Dottore. Then to all the coincidences with him and Dottore. You heard both of them were doctors who studied at Sumeru Akademiya, both owned a lab. After hearing a few others talk about the second of the Fatui Harbingers, you figured Dottore also had blue hair. You felt as if being with him was wrong. Yet you didn't know why.

Author note: yep this is definitely turning into some weird yandere fic ANYWAYS BYEE!

[vaicomcas]

So I saw a post where Dean asks Crowley for a spell to bind Death to kill Godstiel, which also includes killing the part of Godstiel that is Cas

That post was tagged Destiel. Like where are their standards? Where do they draw the line? I do NOT see that as a Crowstiel moment either. It is more like Crowstiel broken up. Or it is like the ENEMIES part in enemies to lovers to enemies to lovers

Like if I saw every Cas and Crowley scene as Crowstiel it would be fair if I was laughed off the stage lol. Like not every scene supports a ship. Sometimes the scene says your ship is filling up with water and it has to be fixed before it sinks

But like it's hard to take a ship seriously when they view EVERY scene as proof of their ship. As proof of Dean's love for Cas

Like have standards??? Like having low standards is one thing and that is fine but like they have no standards whatsoever???

I won't lie my standards for Crowstiel are low when viewed against healthy ships. Like my standards for Crowstiel are low when compared to ships like Gomez and Morticia Addams. But viewing Crowstiel for the enemies and lovers ship it is meant to be? Well my standards are pretty high for what the Crowstiel dynamic is

But when a ship aka Destiel is intended to be "family" by the narrative I expect shipping standards to be higher

Like is that unreasonable? Like Dean and Cas are supposedly "family" so yeah my standards for Destiel are gonna be higher than for Cas and Crowley lol

I hear you.  It’s irritating enough when I see scenes that to me is Dean hurting and undermining Cas being construed as evidence of the ship.  In this case killing Cas!

I never really thought of standards in a ship though.  I assumed shipping is pure self-indulgence and therefore no standards are required.  However, if you have standards for your shipping, then you have the right to apply standards to others shipping.    I do agree that some destiel takes are far less reasonable than others, your example being an egregious one.

I think Destiel is such a huge and ubiquitous ship, for many it’s automatically assumed to be the “correct” take on the show.  The show definitely endlessly teased it (although I still think the part they pushed was mostly Cas loving Dean – I know destielers disagree), so there is plenty of substrate.  Destiel content is everywhere if you are exposed to fandom at all.  Because of that, it allows destiel shippers not having to think deeply about it.  It can be taken for granted. It can be fluff.  (doesn’t mean all or even most destiel shippers are on autopilot.  But even if only a small fraction are, given how large the destiel army is, that fraction will outnumber those of us in the minority of fandom).

Whereas for fans of uncommon ships, there is no other choice but to put a lot of thought into that ship.  Case in point is your own approach.  I like how you always dig deep into the motivations and emotions behind Cas and Crowley’s actions in each scene.  Nothing can be taken for granted, everything must be justified. And they are. 

I can’t be too critical of destielers, though, even though I am bitter about destiel content.  That is because I do not try to be objective or fair about my opinions of Cas and the show, so I can’t ask others to be fair with theirs.  In real life, I try to be open to different perspectives and be aware of my many biases.  When it comes to Cas, I made the conscious decision to throw that away, and give in to my feral and dysregulated emotions.  (because if not, I’ll have to accept that it’s just a TV show, is not real, and does not warrant my insane obsession). I admire some of the destiel enjoyers who are open to Dean-crit content; I am not capable of such open-mindedness. I get viscerally upset when I see any Cas-crit mention and skip it completely.  I can’t read destiel content because it makes me sad and angry.  But I can’t help thinking destielers would feel the same way when they see my opinions.   

Here is a confession.  I used to ship destiel.  After binge watching 12 seasons of Cas-having SPN within 2 months after the show already ended, I fell in love with Cas and was desperate for Cas content, so I went online searching for it.  All I saw was destiel. I clung to it because Cas was in it. Like a child growing up in a totalitarian country believes that any good person would have undying loyalty to the supreme leader, I assumed any un-homophobic fan would support destiel.  I changed, of course. But I know how easy it is to be all-in on destiel.

Sorry about the ramble.  Thank you for the ask, and thanks for your brilliant Crowstiel posts. 

[archangelraphael]

Hello so I saw your recent post about the nephils. I was wondering if you could tell more about you oc. Thank you

Anon, this ask was sent to me april 2022 and I swear that I thought about answering it every day but last year was insane to me. I will answer it now tho [Just a little disclaimer that since this was once a spn insert you might find similarities, but i'm trying to differenciate it as much as possible.]

I don't usually form solid canon for my ocs, so I just go around testing different ideas on the same characters. There are a couple of things i maintened "canon" for them tho:

About the story:

The basic setting is that it would be settled somewhere in ancient/biblical times. In this scenario, most of the events mentioned in the old books would be consequences of the ongoing battle between Heaven and Hell. In the middle of the chaos, nephilim would be created by deserted angels in hope of creating powerful weapons to use in the conflict. There also nephilim created as a result of the love between an angel and a human, but even those angels were punished aswell.

Most nephilim ended up dying by the hands of the angels. Aurie and a couple of other ocs are part of the survivor group that manages to go some time unnoticed. I planned on making it 7 survivors as a reference to the 7 archangels. I do have their concepts, despite not having worked on them. the idea is that each one would be the child of one archangel, but i don't plan on being 100% faithful to the religious lore.

The idea is that it would be a found family kind of story but i haven't decided if i actually want them to be related as a real family, but it's almost certain that not.

After one huge loss in one of the battles, Heaven ends up finding out about the remaining nephilim, and decide to "accept" them in heaven as their soldiers, as a way to take advantage of their power. Except some of them are children of dead/rebelious angels and have to be apart, some in heaven, some in hell.

In this world I also made angels have certain "specialities" in a way that was compliant with the angel types we already know like ophanim, seraphim, archangels etc, but it's an extensive research to do so by know i have been classifying them as: Warriors/Guardians, Healer, Messengers and Reapers.

About Aurie:

After oficially joining heaven she would be placed in an interesting position. Her father, Gabriel, who was supposed to be heaven's chief messenger and most of his angels are now occupying positions as soldiers along Michael's army. Then, it becomes her responsibility to replace her father in this position when communicating to mankind. Because she is a little too good at the job and has a taste for fighting it later becomes her responsibility to gather information about the enemy.

I make all her powers and skills around this idea of being a nephilim of a messenger angel. Messengers angels, aside from communication, are also responsible for heaven's writting, archives and sigils, meaning that they would have control over the "spells" and knowledge that heaven create. It would be the idea that later when she is little older that she wouold create some powerful sigils, but i haven't developed that part yet since it is a whole system to think of ksdjsdk.

I imagine her being able to sing and integrating that into the sigils she creates.

About her name and design i base her off almost entirely of this "Golden aesthetic". I found her name a long long time ago on pinterest originally as "Auriella", which also has some translations related to gold, but over time I changed it to "Auriel" since i find it more angel like you know? I also try to base her on angel cliches.

I also have one part of her story that while defending the prophet she ends up getting hurt by holy fire and ends up with burning scars but i haven't tried drawing it yet since i don't know if i will keep it in the story.

I think the story can pass during all the phases of her life, but mostly when the nephilim are children/teenagers or sometimes young adults.

Her:

Thank you for asking! ^^

[jupitermelichios]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

i want this to go about 60% harder than it does, but i fucking love all the outfits

103 notes - Posted May 10, 2022

#4

So it occurred to me while working on my new teen wolf writing project that Stiles's dad is absolutely drowning in medical debt so probably can't afford to give Stiles much of an allowance, if any, and Stiles never mentions or goes to a part-time job, and yet he can afford a completely unexpected $1500 mechanic's bill when Erica breaks his Jeep, and buys an insane amount of stuff for Lydia's birthday, and even though he'd been planning to return most of it, he's sixteen at that point, he definitely doesn't have a credit card and probably doesn't have an overdraught, so he had to have had that money on hand, so I'm trying to figure out where his money comes from.

so far my possibilities are:

- its ad money from his youtube channel where he uploads deliberately shitty and out of focus footage of 'real werewolf sightings'

- it's sponsorship money from his podcast where he just talks completely truthfully about his life and half his audience think it's an ARG and the other half are just there to see if he'll ever actually admit this is all fiction

- he has a twitch channel where he streams exclusively games about werewolves

- all the 2012 sterek fics are correct and he's selling pictures of his neck to horny werewolves online

- turned his life into successful a pen and paper rpg and it's sourcebook money

- secret MLM double life. his facebook account name is karen and he's a double black diamond and he would love to talk to you about what herbalife can do for you

- he got in at the start of bitcoin before we knew it was an elaborate ponzi scheme and managed to actually cash out

- makes 8bit chiptune covers of britney songs on bandcamp

- just an insane amount of paid surveys. so many surveys

- furry porn artist

- mlp porn artist

- he's actually had physical job this entire time but it's doing something embarrasing and he never mentions it because he doesn't want scott to know. it probably involves a mascot costume of some kind

- a boring sensible option like part time web-dev or translation work

- fraud

- just straight up theft

123 notes - Posted January 28, 2022

#3

writing Chrissy's perspective: wow there's so many fascinating people in the world, maybe I am loveable after all, maybe my identity is more complex and nuanced than I ever realised before, gosh I really feel like I'm growing as a person and starting to confront some of the deep seated trauma that has shaped me as a person, eddie is such a wise supportive friend i learn so much from him

writing Eddie's perspective: oh my god she's so cute why is she so cute who the fuck approved this god is personally testing me by making her so cute she's adorable she's-

132 notes - Posted October 20, 2022

#2

love the decision to dress the female host as a TOS star trek villain

much better than her previous dress, which made her look like her texture hadn't finished loading

164 notes - Posted May 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

so someone on the buffy wiki asked a question that i have basically been thinking about non-stop since i saw it

how would btvs be different if spike had died when he was originally planned to, during the church collapse in season 2

and there's a lot of interesting logistical questions (honestly the answer is not much, he very rarely actually contributes to the main plot, probably because most of the writers room hated using him) like how would s7 end (you just create a different arbitrary mcguffin), would the buffybot still exist (probably yes, you just make her a warren or a jonathan thing and remove spike from the equation), what would buffy's s6 unhealthy coping mechanism be (my instinct is to say a buffy/xander subplot, which would be objectively worse but would hit basically all the same narrative beats, and would also make the xander/anya breakup feel a bit less weird)

but that isn't the reason i've been obsessing over this

the reason i've been obsessing over this is that if spike dies in that church, drusilla should logically become a recurring villain, probably hitting a lot of the same broad plot beats as spike did

and now i can't stop thinking about a version of buffy where dru gets actual character developement, where they have to think of cool shit to do with her future-seeing powers (being completely incidental to the plot is a very weird quality for clairvoyent powers to have tbh but they never once make effective use of them in the show)

and i also realised that in a version of season 6 where dru is a main cast member, or at least a recurring guest star, the obvious choice would be for her to mentor willow

willow never gets any kind of magic teacher in any way that matters, and she never gets to talk to another canon-queer person apart from tara, and giving willow a mentor figure who is magic and queer and probably pretty supportive, but also is absolutely 100% trying to make willow worse would be so interesting! and maybe it would force the writers to remember that giles knows magic, and you could have a 'which will willow choose' dynamic going on between this proudly bi proudly magic vampire and the closetted deeply afraid of his own magic human and it could be so interesting! like i fucking love spike and giles's canon relationship, but it never goes anywhere and this would absolutely have to go somewhere

also there would obviously be a subplot, probably in season 4, about dru manipulating events to bring spike back from the dead, but he'd come back as human, and the scoobies would want to protect him from her both because he's human and because spike died before they realised he's not actually a threat so they think vampire spike is a big deal, so he'd be a main cast member and build relationships with them all, and you've got human spike and vampire dru kind of circling one another and flirting but also being freaked out by one another, and however you chose to end the subplot it would be the kind of compelling tragedy that all the best spike stories are. if he choses to become a vampire then you're functionally killing the relationships he would have built with the scoobies by that point, and if he chooses to stay human, you're breaking dru's heart, and basically every other variation i can think of is also tragic, and i love basically all of them

and dru would fucking hate glory, even if you never did the chip subplot in s4 and didn't use human spike to bring her into the group, you could absolutely fold her into the gang in s5 using 'the enemy of my enemy' as the justification

there are so many little problems with buffy that you could fix using dru as a recurring character - the watcher's council functionally only exist when needed, they have no real presence, but they're canonically fascinated with dru and want to experiment on her so they'd have a reason to have a recurring presence in the show that isn't directly related to buffy. vampires have no culture and the one time they were given a religion the writers were too scared to explore it in any depth, but dru is possitioned to interact with the cult of aurelius in a way spike never was, so they might be forced to actually think about the fact that vampires ought to have a unique culture and religious perspective and general outlook on the world. the concept of bisexuality might have to exist. everything with how angel interacts with the gang post s2 would be so much more interesting, and there'd be a reason to bring darla back and give her some character developement. mental health! they'd have to talk about mental health prior to season 6!

i'm not going to write this fic, because it would be so fucking long, but please join me in imagining the au that could have been if buffy comics weren't all terrible, or i had infinite time for writing fic

166 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

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[mattspinksjoyblog]

MIRACLES vs. CHRISTOLOGY???

MIRACLES vs. CHRISTOLOGY???

But, it’s really, really weird to me to EVER imagine disconnecting healthy happy Christology from a life of intimate Glory experience and miracles!

Embracing that idea would never cross my mind!

And, it’s really not true of any of the preachers/teachers that I run with.

Of course, I have met dry stuffy theologians in my life MANY times. I grew up around that. It’s sad. But, that’s not the circles I surround myself with! I could NEVER go back to that!!! Jesus is alive! And the Holy Spirit is SO REAL!!!

OF COURSE, some of the guys we run with have more or less “supernatural” experiences than others!

But even if they were, is this supposed to be some kind of a competition?

Yet, there’s some kind of platform they’re trying to build as the “real Holy Spirit manifesting miracle guys,” or something.

It’s just very, very strange.

We need to watch out for hypocrisy and just “talk.”

But, more importantly…

Why is this some kind of competition to them?

Why do they seem to act like miracles are the biggest deal of all?

It’s smells to me exactly of the way that the televangelists hyped their ministries up when I was growing up in the 80s & 90s. And, the subsequent ministry empires that crumbled because it was all built on big names and glamorous supernatural stories. Those ministers ended up with multiple wives, multiple affairs, hurting their followers and taking their money, over and over and over. Jimmy Swaggart, Jim Bakker, Todd Bentley, the list goes on and on and on…

I never feel the need to quote my supernatural resume, literally ever.

It never crosses my mind.

But, we actually do see stuff happen supernaturally a lot!!!

What have I actually seen???

Ask the people who minister with me!

I saw three deaf ears open up in the last 12 months.

I’ve seen literal blind eyes open.

We saw an amazing person get their sight restored last year in the Tijuana garbage dump.

I’ve watched as women were supernaturally delivered from demons right before my eyes, not very long back.

We saw a little girl raised from the dead in Nicaragua.

We’ve had heavenly jewels show up, physical manna, angels feathers, gold dust, pillars of Glory.

We’ve seen WILD financial miracles.

Our ministry runs off of divine direction and intimate prophetic details.

And, I only mention those things occasionally when it serves the greater good AND the actual message of the Gospel! I try to be very careful not to manipulate people with “impressive stories.” Unfortunately the one-upping of miracle or prophecy stories is how I’ve seen dozens of ministers garner their following!

Jesus Christ is Savior and Lord!

I want you to be impressed with Him, not ME!

I’ve found over the years that people can see a hundred miracles but if they don’t connect with the actual Truth that sets them free, then they remain in bondage!

But, ALSO I specifically, personally, as Matt Spinks, just have a passion and a calling as a teacher primarily, as far as “ministry gifts” go.

If someone else has more of a calling as a healing evangelist, or a prophetic miracle worker, I LOVE to partner with those types of people! I don’t see them as competitors that I need to degrade or insult or try to make like me. We are all on the same team! We need each other!

If you are secure in your calling, you don’t feel the insecurity to need to tear others down as they walk in theirs.

Papa’s heart is to see ALL the parts of the body loving and honoring one another. Seeing ALL of Jesus manifest among us!

If you are seeing more miracles than me, THAT’S SO GOOD!!! Please carry on!

But, there is this thing going on right now where these dudes are calling out the ministers that aren’t seeing enough miracles “according to them.” Personally, I just don’t feel the love in it. We’re meant to be on the same team!

The most insane part of the whole thing is that these accusers aren’t even posting testimonies of the miracles they’re seeing God do. They’re almost entirely complaining about others. Or they’re taking about great things that are coming soon! Just around the corner! (The classic charismatic hype bait and switch.)

(*And if this post motivates them to start walking in more miracles, and to start sharing actual non-hyped-up testimonies, then praise God!* But, I’d rather we all just be ourselves and walk out our calling simply for the sake of love, not to prove ourselves to one another. What a mess!)

Why ARE these dudes trying to tell everyone that the “Christology guys” don’t see miracles anymore?

For one thing, I know that one of the guys they are calling out has been going through the toughest season of his life ever due to absolutely no fault of his own, a deep family tragedy. I’m just proud of him for not giving up on everything, and yet he’s shining as he always has. If he’s not out doing healing evangelism right now, maybe we shouldn’t kick him when he’s a bit down. But, that’s another story for another time. I’m just grateful to know some authentic CHAMPIONS in the faith!

My guesses why these accusations are coming up…

A. Maybe these guys are trying to find a niche in which to build up a following for financial gain OR just for the need to have a following (power trip). Miracle stories can easily be turned into money or power, especially among Christian charismatic circles.

B. Maybe they have some kind of personal grudge against the guys who are teaching theology and just want to see them discredited.

C. Maybe theology isn’t their personal “thing,” but they can’t just let others do their “thing.”

D. Maybe they don’t like having their personal outlook on life challenged by Christology so they’re set out to discredit those who are challenging them. They need to be right or don’t want to embrace growth in their understanding of Trinity & reality.

E. As one who has spent time engaging both the mystical/spiritual aspects of my being, as well as the intellectual aspects, I can say that it can feel very different to grow in one or the other. (Not that they are even separate in any way AND it’s all by Grace and the wooing of Holy Spirit.) I do personally engage my intellect to grow in specific ways, and my awareness of mystical and spiritual realities in certain ways. I’ve also seen that many people are only really used to one or the other. They really like one or the other. It may just be that these people simply don’t really feel a joy on engaging their intellect or their intelligence to grow theologically. Just like there are many people in the body of Christ who don’t feel a joy engaging the mystical/spiritual side of their awareness. I think we’re called to engage BOTH, but some people seem to emphasize one or the other, and sometimes that’s ok for a time. Maybe they don’t understand that BOTH are SUPER valuable.

F. Maybe they’re blaming their own past problems from their life on too much theological focus. Which can happen, that’s why we encourage an integrated experiential Christology. I don’t know of anyone in our circles who is only encouraging just a theological focus. But maybe they are afraid of where that will lead because they think that’s what happened to them.

G. Maybe their heart is genuine, and they just don’t realize that accusation isn’t the way forward?

Maybe all of the above.

What I do know is that we are all a part of the same loving family. So I’m not sure why there’s this need to compete, “one-up,” or discredit.

Let the fruit speak for itself.

But, let us understand that the fruit of the Holy Spirit isn’t miracles, signs, or wonders.

It’s just not.

How many of the miracle guys lost the plot completely throughout church history??

I am so thankful for the miracles that come BY JESUS’ ABILITY & LOVE, however…

God’s fruit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, gentleness, goodness, faithfulness, and self-control!

And, if someone is bearing fruit in a different way than you, why can’t you genuinely bless them???

Let’s encourage one another in solid Biblical Christology AND tangible Holy Spirit experience! We don’t have to pit one against the other, or make this a competition.

And, if you are in a time where you are seeing one emphasized more in your life right now, THAT’S so great! Don’t reject the other!

Christology & mystical Glory experience go together beautifully! It’s all HIM!

We are bigger and better than this, family!

Let’s keep growing!!!

We get to have ALL OF JESUS!!!

Yummmmmmy!

[gentrychild]

The post about Tododeku being considered some kinda vanilla ship was taken straight out of my mind... Cos y'all know what happened right? Todoroki saw Izuku give no shits while throwing hands with a freaking genetic abomination and thought "Imma challenge this crazy mofo" and then he accused him of being a secret love child and followed it up with unloading tragic backstory(tm). After that they valiantly tried to murder each other on national TV, live...Izuku broke his everything and permanently disfigured his hand and Todoroki somewhat overcame a lifetime of trauma via talk no jutsu. They also blew up the arena by virtue of thermodynamics and almost killed everyone if it wasn't for an overworked cementoss. The next time we see them, they are ride or die. Todoroki just booked it to a shady alley to fight a serial killer cos of a freaking location ping. Then Shouto joined the Bakugou Rescue Squad(tm) cos Izuku said so..no questions asked. Let's not forget that Izuku, hero fanboy and anxious Duracell bunny stood up to Endeavour BEFORE he knew the tragic backstory(tm). Tododeku is just straight up ride or die. And the fact that people think they're a vanilla ship, platonic or romantic...just amazes me.... Cos these two would most definitely commit light recreational murder(tm) and call each other to for a cute evidence destroying and body hiding session.

You are right and you should say it.

I am very attached to the Todoroki/Midoriya fight because it's nothing short of insane.

It starts with Todoroki (accidentally?) eavesdropping Uraraka and Tenya mentioning that Izuku is eating with All Might. Similar quirk + Midoriya risking his life to save All Might (someone who shouldn't need help) and so he immediately put on the tinfoil hat.

Just before the Sport Festival starts, Todoroki challenged Midoriya, someone who can't use his quirk without breaking his bones, instead of Bakugou, aka the other strongest fighter in the class.

And Todoroki turns out to be right because the sheer possibility of Izuku using his quirk too close to him during the "Grab a headband" fight made him use his flames for a moment, which is a pretty big deal.

Todoroki then lures Izuku to an isolated area, it's the first time they actually talk to each other for real, and Todoroki proceeds to ask him if he is the Symbol of Peace's secret bastard child???

He then doesn't even give a second to Izuku to recover from it and tells this kid, that he has pretty much never talked with before, his entire tragic backstory.

As someone who protects their secret more fiercely than a dragon protects their gold, this one shook me more than the actual content of the tragic backstory. There is also the fact that it was a huge risk on Todoroki's part as it was possible for whoever listened to him not to believe him.

Izuku then sees Endeavor. I am not surprised about him talking back to him because Izuku has social anxiety but doesn't have much patience when it's more serious. And yes, from his expression, it's pretty clear he believed Todoroki.

Izuku goes to this fight mentally prepared to snap as many fingers as necessary to win. He doesn't have any other way to fight Todoroki.

Not only does he break many bones in this fight but he pretty much tells Todoroki "You ain't shit" because Todoroki never managed to hit Midoriya. All his damage is self inflicted so far.

At some point, Todoroki wonders if his dad has paid Midoriya to convince him to use his fire, which is very funny to me.

Izuku actually directly punches Izuku with OFA at some point, which is a pretty good deal as at the time, he avoided it in order not to turn his opponents in chunky salsa.

"IT'S YOUR POWER!"

Enough said.

Once the flames were unleashed, they both decided to just unleash their full power on each other.

That something they didn't even do in the USJ, while fighting villains.

You said that an overworked Cementos is the reason why they didn't killed everyone by the virtue of thermodynamic but since the walls were created were vaporized, I am more leaning towards their attacks cancelling each other.

And don't forget how they didn't really talk to each other during this fight, and yet, they quickly understood what the other was trying to say and why they were doing this.

No, seriously, they shared a glance to say "Hey, want to beat the crap out of each other to evacuate some trauma?", the other mentally answered "Yes!" and the next thing Midnight knew, there was no more arena.

And that's just the Sport Festival.

[soulwillower]

semi-charming •  bill denbrough

(bill denbrough x reader smut)

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warnings: drinking, mentions of weed, dorm living, almost-strangers hooking up, smut, choking (light), light spitting, a tiny bit of dirty talk, switch!bill, its kinda fluffy smut tbh, enemies-to-lovers but its so lowkey, kinda cute guys, neighbor-ish au, 

(losers + reader are 19+.)

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the first time it happened, you wrote it off as unintentional. 

it's happened to everyone: you're joking around with your roommate, or reaching over to grab your laptop, and you fall off your bed to the floor. you knock over your lamp or someone knocks over the handle that was sitting half-empty on the mini-fridge. the tile on the ground of the dorm rooms are hard and cold and don't do much to quiet the noise of anything, so you get that. 

but whatever the hell was going on in the room above you was not that. it was three in the morning, and your head was spinning in that sickening way that only happens when you take too many drinks in a short time and find your way to bed for a few hours before being startled awake. 

a loud thump made you jump in your bed, heart racing as you woke in surprise. 

it was around twenty more loud thuds from your ceiling (in a span of barely two minutes) that you gathered the energy to slide out of your bed, sliding on your dorm slides and throwing on a shirt to cover your near naked body before storming into the hallway to climb the most challenging single story of stairs in your life, right to your upstairs neighbors' door. 

your hand was banging on the door for a mere five seconds before the door swung open and a terribly confusing sight fell onto your eyes. 

three boys who you've only ever seen in passing before in your dorm, all shirtless and heaving breaths. the one who answered the door, possibly bill or mike (judging by the stupid name tags on their door), has bright eyes and dark auburn hair that reflects in the dim light of the hall, backlit by the neon purple from inside the room. his sweaty bare abdomen made your eyes twitch as you glared at him, suddenly more irritated because he's kind of really hot and stupid and annoying, and you needed to sleep.

"hi.” he said casually, and you could tell he wasn’t entirely sober, either. 

“so what is your fucking problem?" you said in lieu of a greeting, half-asleep and pissed beyond belief (also still drunk). the boy who answered the door raised his brows, head turning with a brow raised, as if to ask his buddies 'are they for real?' before turning back with a large, cocky smile, "pardon you? we already turned down the music." 

you blinked, knowing you must have seemed so rude and looked insane but it was a weeknight and you had class in the morning, "wh- what, no- i'm not here about music. it's like three, you're slamming on the floor and i can hear it like i'm in a fucking tornado in my room below you so you need to knock it off." 

then the other boy, further back with foggy glasses, started laughing. the other one laughed too, rubbing his neck sheepishly, still breathing heavy. "what the hell are you guys even doing in there?" you added, running a hand through your hair in exasperation. 

"they were trying to bench press me. but then bill decided to start doing squat jumps onto his bed." the boy with glasses explained as he rubbed his chest, still concealed by the darkness of the room, illuminated only by the stupid LED neon lights that every single person in the dorms had lining their rooms. that explained the thudding. 

"why." you'd deadpanned. you were too tired for this, but you'd wanted them to understand that it was keeping people up. "richie got us kicked out of Pike for stealing their doorknobs and pledge class photos." the third boy says, elbowing the boy, richie. "we felt like working out, but then richie said we couldnt press him, so..." he trails off at the look you give. 

"you want my workout routine or something?" richie asks you. you sharply inhale and bill smiles, "well, if that's all, we'll be going. i've got one more rep to get in." 

your eyes widened, jaw dropping at his words. he'd laughed, then, and your eyes couldn't stop as you stared at his sculpted abs flex in the light. god damn it. 

"chill out, neighbor. sorry to wake you from your beauty sleep." he said as he noticed your look, and you wanted to fucking hit him. 

you rolled your eyes, picking up on his facetious tone. "whatever. just knock it off. thanks," you'd griped, sarcastically smiling at them before trudging away towards the stairwell. and you'd caught it when bill muttered, "is now a bad time to assemble my ikea desk with my drill?" 

you'd run into bill once again a few days after when you'd gone to use the bathroom on the floor above you where your friend lived, washing out the bowl you'd used for lunch. a 'shh!' had made your brows furrow as you'd walked in, not paying attention as you'd heard a shower stop and a girl laugh from the other side of the bathrooms. 

but a deep voice grunting 'ow, fuck' made you freeze and then feel hot, wondering what kind of luck you have to be in the bathroom when some people were hooking up in the shower. but you're reminded that you had the worst luck when you go to leave the bathroom and two figures round the corner, hair soaking wet and hoods pulled over their heads. making eye contact with him, he must've seen how flustered and irritated you were, because he cracked a grin, "good to see you again, neighbor. you sleeping well these days?" 

that was only a few days ago. you'd seen him in passing at a party at one of the frats, but had avoided any interaction with him after you saw him and his friend with the glasses snickering to themselves after sneaking looks to you. god, you didn't want to face them again - they were so mocking, so cocky.... so rude, and they made you feel like you were being insane just for wanting to have peaceful sleep. bill was not your favorite person. 

but as bad as the first two experiences were, the third time you had the misfortune of interacting with bill, it was the worst. 

your roommate was out for the weekend, and you'd found yourself stuck with your leg and ankle pinned between your heavy file cabinet under your bed and your bedframe, unable to scoot it over on your own to free your leg. 

you were planning on relaxing tonight, after being stood up from a booty call hook up. you’re mad, frustrated, horny, and close to tears now that you’ve gotten yourself stuck pinned to your bed.

it’s nearly one in the morning, and nobody’s in the hall. 

but then, bill walked past your open door as you struggled, and desperately you called, "hey!" 

his double-take into your room, his head poking in, would have been charming if the face was anybody but him. 

"what?" he asks, suddenly noticing it’s you. his voice is not charming and calm as you've seen him be with other peers, but in your stubborn mind, you convince yourself it’s fine; you don’t like him, either. 

"i'm stuck, can you help?" you say despite your thoughts. 

he sighs, dropping his backpack next to your bed and then tugging to try and move the cabinet. 

"how did you do this?" he mutters as he pulls as hard as he can to pull it, but your shoe is too wedged diagonally against the floor, cabinet and frame. you sigh, "thought i could nudge it to the side with my toes, i dropped my dab through the crack." 

he chuckles, trying to instead shove it backwards instead; to no avail. "smart girl." he says sarcastically, and you roll your eyes, trying to help him shove it. "what was the point of you keeping me up all fucking night if you aren't strong enough to move this shit?" you say, exasperated because it's starting to dig into your calf. 

he stops, rolling his eyes at you. "has anyone ever told you that you can be a bit rude?" he asks, moving closer to you to try and push it away. you look down at him from where you stand, elbows on your mattress. "no. you're just a dick. fight fire with fire, or whatever." you mutter, face feeling hot. 

you can't stop staring at his shoulders, his arms - they're so hot, the veins popping out of his hands and forearms, the smell of his aftershave wafting into your nose from where he kneels next to you. 

he just hums. "i'm going to try to push your leg forward and then push the cabinet away." he states, and you nod, just wanted this nightmare to be over. you're still terribly embarrassed and the proximity to such a hot and confusingly irritating boy is making you lose your grip. 

it takes a lot in you to not jolt when his warm hand wraps around your bare leg and starts to pull you, his strong hold on you making you tingle. "what's your name?" he asks, and you almost laugh as his grip on your thigh tightens, the feeling of his fingers wrapped around your skin making you hot. this is insane.  "y/n." you struggle out, throat feeling dry - there's no reason his hand needs to be so high up on your leg, but some part of you really wants it. "it says that on my door." you say breathlessly. 

whatever he was going to reply with is cut off as he tries to readjust his grip on you and the cabinet, but his hand slides up and grazes the skin near the apex of your thigh, coaxing a sharp gasp to fall from your mouth. 

he turns red, looking up at you, "god, sorry." he mutters, and you bite your lip, unable to look away. 

you kind of forget to say anything, stuck staring at him, heart thumping as wetness pools between your legs just from this boy's touch. god, you've got to get laid. 

his arm is wrapped around the onside of your leg, thumb reaching higher on your thigh than his other fingers, and for a moment you hesitate before deciding to go for it: you drop your hand hand to his hair, pulling lightly as you 'steady yourself,' smirking as you feel his shaky breath against your thigh. 

you don't even care about getting unstuck now, all you can think about is being fucked into the mattress by this asshole boy from the fourth floor. you’re not sure where this feeling came from. 

when he finally pushes the cabinet away, causing you to stumble to catch your ground. he helps you get the cart and then push the cabinet back, awkward small talk making you want to die. "why were you down here anyways?" you ask, rubbing your leg. "mike kicked me out to be with a girl and all my friends are out for tonight." he sighs, rubbing his neck. "i have to do homework tonight, just going to find somewhere quiet to get it done." 

"that's surprisingly responsible." you say, looking at him wearily. he gives you an annoyed look, "what's that supposed to mean?" you roll your eyes, "you don't seem particularly academically motivated." you state, unsure if you're coming across as flirtatious or just a dick. he gives you a look as he moves to grab his things from next to your bed. "you seem more pleasure motivated." 

you catch your mistake immediately - and he does, too, smirking. you stutter to fix it, "don't be gross." you defend weakly. 

he's biting his lip and something rumbles in your chest, flames in your abdomen. it's hard to gauge if you don't like him or if you do. maybe you're just horny.

"i thought you were cute, you know, until you showed up at three in the morning to chew me out." he mutters, eyebrows raised, "i get that that was annoying, but it was a saturday. everyone was drunk, i don't get why you are still being a bitch." his face drops when he says that, as if he didn't mean to say it at all, but he doesn't take it back. you shrug, not too offended. he kind of has a point, "i don't get why you have to make everything so much harder than it has to be. doesn't matter how hot you are,  i don't have to like you, you know." you say, crossing your arms with a smirk. 

"believe me, i'd rather you not like me." he says, smile on his face troubling. you look at him, trying to gauge why you're feeling so flustered, why you want to jump his bones right now no matter how annoying he is. "then why haven't you left yet?" you challenge. you figure if you're reading his actions wrong, this gives him an out. 

"because i kind of want to fuck you now." he says boldly. you just smirk, walking towards where he sits on your desk chair, lowering yourself to straddle him. he looks up at you, eyes large and mischievous as he pulls you down on him all the way, your hips grinding lightly. "i think you want to fuck me always." you whisper, lips hovering above his, teasing. you're eating up all his attention, soaking it up and savoring the way he watches you. 

you boldly snake your hand down between the two of you, lips still refusing to touch his, your hand starting to tease his clothed cock as it hardens under your palm. you stroke him as you lean, almost kissing him before pulling away. he glares at you. 

then you move your hips, the tension in your room killing you. he lets out a half-moan, causing you to buck your hips again, relishing in the pleasure it gives you. he leans forward, trying to catch your lips, but your hand catches his chest, your lips just centimeters from his own.  "fuck you, y/n." he says, fed up with your teasing as his hands squeeze your ass, moving to the bottom of your thighs and then rising with surprising ease, holding you against him and making your heart thump in shock. he takes four long strides towards your bed, tossing you on it. you grin, expecting for him to climb onto you, but instead he's walking towards your door, making your heart quicken. is he leaving? 

he slams your door shut, though, and it makes you smirk as he clicks the lock. you're on your back, the sight of him upside down making you bite your lip, eyes nearly even with the bulge in his sweatpants. 

he walks up to you, and you eye him as he bends forward, hand catching your chin, holding your head forward with a strength you didn't expect. "look at me." he says suddenly. you blink, feeling hot as you stare into his eyes. 

"don't tease me." he says, and you swallow, heart racing in excitement. "okay." you croak, and it seems to satisfy him because he tilts your neck from here he holds your neck and chin, kissing you soundly on your lips. you feel on fire at his touch, squirming as you slip your hands into his hair - it's making you so needy that he's holding you, almost trapped on the mattress, kissing him upside down. 

he pulls away and you flip around, allowing for him to climb onto the bed, barely enough time before you pull him in for another kiss, this one heated and desperate. 

he bites marks on your neck as your hands palm him, pushing your own thighs together in need. slowly, you push him down against your mattress and sling a leg over his hip, moving to straddle him. his hands find your hips easily, looking at you like you're the only thing ever worth looking at; your breath leaves your lungs and you steady yourself, the reality of how fucking beautiful bill is hitting you at once. 

you pull his shirt off, yours coming off, leaving you in just your shorts and underwear. he palms your tits, pinching your nipple as you grind down against his cock, whimpering at the feeling of his pants against your clothed clit. "if only you'd come up to my room like this." he says, and you snap your eyes to his, seeing the teasing grin but glaring at him. "maybe you would've been nicer to me if you knew how good i'd make you feel." he whispers as you resume your hip's movement, "shut up, bill." you hiss. he laughs, his thumb making contact with your clit takes you by surprise and you jump a bit, moaning quietly as your eyes close in pleasure. 

"take these off." he mutters into your mouth as you bite his bottom lip. you take off your shorts, quickly resuming your spot straddling him, his lips trailing from your breasts to your throat and then your mouth again, grinding against him in need. he toys with your slit over your panties before he pulls them slowly to the side, spreading your juices on his long fingers, humming as he brings his fingers to his lips, watching you as he licks his fingers. you nearly moan, impatient enough that you kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips faintly; "do you want me?" you whisper against his lips.

"i wish i didn't," he says, "but yes. do you want to do this?" 

you're breathless, beside yourself with need, "yes." you say quickly, tugging his sweats off and tossing them to the floor. "fuck you, by the way." you spit, flipping him off. he grins and it's fucking beautiful, his smirk, his red cheeks, heaving chest. budding hickeys bloom over his neck and chest as he catches your hand, tugging you forward over him, whispering, "you're about to." 

you roll your eyes, ignoring the butterflies in your chest, hand falling over his as he pumps himself. your thumb swipes over his tip, spreading his precum before opening the condom he'd pulled out of his pocket (you don't even want to know why he brought one with him to study) and roll it onto his cock. 

and then you’re pushing aside your panties and stabilizing yourself on bill’s chest. you line yourself up on him and look to him for one last confirmation. he nods, “quick fucking around, babe.” he says, but his voice sounds desperate and his cheeks are flushed and you let out a strangled moan as you sink onto him, the nickname making your stomach flutter. you have to stay and give yourself time to adjust to his size, his moans swallowed by your own mouth as your tongue swipes his. his hands roam your body, squeezing your hips, your ass, your breasts and then rising to cup your neck and back. 

“shit, bill.” you whimper as you slowly start to move up and down. his eyes fall shut in pleasure and his head tilts back, exposing the entire expanse of his throat for you to claim, his hands falling to your hips. your eyes watch his thin necklace shine in the faint light from your lamp and he's filling you up perfectly. 

he looks like fucking heaven.

you kiss his neck lightly as you pick up the pace, bouncing on him steadily as his fingers grip the sides of your thighs.

“fuck, y/n.” he whispers, staring at you with his lips caught between his teeth. the feeling of him stretching inside you and hitting the perfect spot has your legs shaking already, breathing heavily. he’s soon surging up, kissing you deeply as groans fall from his lips, his arms rising to your waist to hold you as you move.

"you're much better when you're not talking." you mutter as you fuck yourself on him, moving your hips as you bounce. he rolls his eyes, "i'd fuck you every day if it meant you wouldn't come ruin my fun every night." he quips back, eyes challenging. and your hand rises to squeeze around his throat, at first as a joke, but then he smiles brightly, a smirk that stirs something in you and you squeeze ever so slightly, the feeling of his pulse making you moan. 

his smirk sends butterflies through your stomach, pleasure swirling in your core. but then his own hand rises to your own throat, squeezing lightly.

you moan, unable to keep it together. "you think two can't play this game, y/n? it's like you don't know me." he tuts, seemingly pleased as you're flushing, gasping as your legs stutter, his hips moving up to meet yours, strokes hitting you deep. “i don’t,” you whisper, and he hums. 

your legs stutter after one particularly satisfying thrust and he grabs your hips, lifting slightly and biting his lip as he starts to thrust up into you. “oh, my god,” you moan as he hits your g spot and he curses under his breath.

your hand comes up to rest on the wall behind him as you meet each other half way, hitting a spot deep inside you that has you moaning his name loud enough for anyone to hear. you hope to god your next door neighbors are out. 

he presses his lips to yours and you know its to get you to stop being so loud - it makes your toes curl in pleasure. then his thumb snakes its way to your lips, his grin widening when your lips immediately part and suck on the finger, humming around it as your hand rests on his neck, the other over his abs as you bounce. 

"so pretty like this, y/n." he leans up, then, sitting up more and changing the angle, making you gasp with a moan as his hand snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to his face with the hand on your face. he pulls his thumb from your mouth with a light pop, your legs barely riding him at your proximity, instead steady on his hips, his cock warm and stretching you. "do you think you'd look pretty under me?" he asks. you swallow, moving your hips again and sliding on his cock, movements making you stare at him, pleasure building. 

"i think you would." he whispers, hand still on your neck. you whimper a bit, sliding off of him, allowing him to climb over you, kissing you soundly before pulling you to the edge of your bed, legs hanging off as he stands in front of you. lifting one leg, he kisses your knee and holds it up as he teases your slit with his cock before sliding into you again, causing you to let out a loud moan, his own melding with yours. 

your eyes roll back at the new angle, legs shaking as his fingers dig into your thigh. “wanna see your f-face when i make you cum.“ he mutters, hand rising to thumb your lip, dragging your bottom lip down.

 "you think you're gonna make me cum?" you bite, knowing no man you've been with has been able to. 

you watch as his eyes admire the half-lids of your eyes, the blissed, fucked-out look on your face. your chest is littered in blossoming hickes, varying from pink to dark red and slightly purple already. 

he says nothing in response to you, but pulls your leg further open, spitting down onto your cunt, making you moan lightly, the action being terribly sexy. his thumb finds your clit and starts to rub perfectly in counteraction to his thrusts, his lips finding your nipple. 

you gasp in pleasure, panting as you start to wonder if he really is going to make you cum. then his thumb rubs circles on your clit and as he presses lightly, you can’t hold off any longer. “fuck,” you hiss as you hit your peak, your orgasm making your legs shake. you can’t help it, gasping and bucking your hips as you clench against his cock in bliss, your orgasm causing you to tug his hair in ecstasy. “so pretty.” he mutters against your neck, pressing kisses to it as you’re moaning and arching your back. "so good, cumming for me." he says cockily. you're panting as you whisper, "shut up," his hips still pounding into yours. 

“god, you're such a sweet talker.” he mutters sarcastically as you look at him desperately, his eyes fall shut in bliss, a deep groan leaving his lips, you can tell he's close. 

"and you're such a gentleman." you jest back, pulling him closer by his shoulders, eyes shutting in bliss. he hums, strokes getting sloppier, "i let you cum first, didn't i?" he counters. 

you huff a laugh, something in your heart twinging in affection. you kiss him so you don't say something stupid, moving your hips with his. a few strokes and he's pulling you closer to him by your back, whimpering into your mouth, “y/n, fuck.” beautiful moans fall from his cherry colored lips as he cums, and you just stare at him in awe, surprised by how hot it is as he says your name. he rides his high and then falls off of you, onto the mattress between you and the wall. 

"hey," he says after a few moments of you both catching your breaths, your hands overlapping on your stomach but not nearly holding hands. it makes you feel warm in a weird way. excited, nervous. 

"what?" you ask, turning to stare into his eyes. he smirks, "you think we woke up the downstairs neighbors?" he whispers, eyes alight with tease. 

you shove him, smothering him with a pillow while he laughs, pulling you onto him. 

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