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Writing Patterns

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

tagged by @dear-massacre, @raisesomehale, and @rosieposiepuddingnpie thank youuuu this is fun!

i'm doing only my last ten over-5k fics, just as a fun little experiment :D

Kingdoms Fall (WIP, M, sterek)

Stiles leaned over the jewel-studded bowl, fluttering his lashes as he breathed in the smoke from the burning herbs at the bottom.

The Price we Pay (66k, T, complete)

Stiles ripped the velvet strip off his face and winced, blinded by flames.

Pulling Strings (53k, M, complete)

Stiles bounced on his toes to fend off the creeping chill of the night, gaze darting impatiently between the road and the clinic.

The Stilinski Method (6k, T, complete)

Derek crept along on the balls of his feet, following tiny paw prints in the soft dirt.

Fractured Starlight (64k, M, complete)

The stretch of road between Beacon Hills and Willow Pass was almost always quiet, although Stiles wouldn’t quite call it peaceful.

Every Step You Take (8k, T, complete)

On a typical day, Stiles Stilinski would say his impulse control was shaky to moderate at worst.

The Next Chapter (105k, M, complete)

The photo ripped down the middle.

End of the End (90k, E, complete)

Stiles spotted the group with difficulty.

The Bright Side of Disaster (5k, T, complete)

The Beacon Hills spring farmers market was never small.

Keep Moving (10k, T, complete)

Derek squinted up, eyeing the clouds creeping in from the west.

okay, i'm not sure what all this says about me or my stories, but. there's at least a little variety here. I think? LOL

tagging uuhhhh @cephalog0d @2dents and @halevetica and anyone else who wants to play!

[icewindandboringhorror]

waow.. found a Beautiful Orb at the store today (giant ferrero rocher). I don't even want to crack into it and eat it.. I just want to hold it.. rotate it in my palm thoughtfully like I am an evil wizard who has just been delivered a Very Plot Significant magical gem and is scheming how to use it 

[eiightysixbaby]

rise and shine

pairing: farmhand!jonathan x farmer’s daughter!fem!reader

jonathan works on your father’s farm, and you’re strictly forbidden to mess around with him. but on a sweltering summer day one thing leads to the next, and i guess what your father doesn’t know won’t hurt him… (5.5k)

cw: 18+ ONLY - SMUT. oral (m + f receiving), unprotected piv, creampie, use of petnames, jonathan’s nickname for reader is ‘birdie’, this is filthyyyy so pls let me know if i forgot anything lol

a/n: farmhand!jonathan was born during a conversation with @onegirlmanytales, so this one is for you gia. our beautiful beautiful boy <3 as always, reblogs are so incredibly appreciated! love u guys xoxo

The heat is already unbearable, and the sun is barely even up. The kind of dry, suffocating warmth that steals your breath and makes you feel sluggish.

A golden morning glow is cast across the fields as Jonathan stomps towards the barn, the rubbery soles of his boots crunching against dry grass. He heaves open the heavy metal latch to the thick wooden door, inhaling the stale, overwhelming scent of the animals. He’s mostly used to the smells by now, though they’re amplified on the brutally hot days like this one.

He starts his path from one stall to the next. His favorite horse, Nimbus, presses her hoof into the dusty dirt of the barn floor, chortling at him. A smile graces his features as he reaches a hand out to stroke her long snout, palm flat against the bristly softness of her coat.

“Hey, girl. Good morning,” he speaks softly to her, and she nuzzles into his hand. He gives her a few extra scratches for good measure before he continues to walk through and greet the rest of the bunch.

There's three other horses in this barn, along with the cows. The rabbits have their own coop outside, as do the chickens and ducks. He knows the morning routine like the back of his hand, and he floats through his tasks as if on autopilot. The animals get kisses and pats from him, snacks and fresh water. Even as he sweats through his clothes, he feels at peace caring for them all.

All of the animals seem to like him; even the ones with the wildest tempers turn mild when he's around. He tries to be modest about this, but his mom and brother definitely hear him gush about it when he comes home from a long day. He can’t help it, he’s a little bit proud of himself.

He's collecting eggs from the hens when he spots you. Beautiful, bright, perfect you flouncing down the porch steps in your pretty sundress, the fabric adorned with what he assumes are tiny flowers but can't quite discern from this distance. The yellow metal watering can sways in your hand, clanking against the concrete slab beneath the water spout as you set it down.

He doesn’t realize how hard he’s been staring until you turn to him with a cheery wave.

“Mornin’ Jonathan!” you call, and he feels his cheeks flush with warmth at the realization of being caught.

He waves, a half smile gracing his lips. “Morning, Birdie.”

The nickname is one he’d given you after he caught you awake early one morning, feeding the birds and taking notes about each type that visited your porch. He’d approached as quietly as he could so as not to disturb them, and he let you show him the feathers you’d collected and the sketches you’d done of the creatures. He marveled at it all, really, and unbeknownst to you it only made him more smitten for you.

If he's honest with himself, the best moments of his days working the ranch are when he sees you. He thinks about you constantly, and he has - on more than one occasion - come home smiling giddily about an interaction he'd had with you only to blush profusely when his brother would tease him.

The problem here, is your father. He’s the owner of the ranch and thus is Jonathan's employer, an under-the-table type of situation, and the man is protective as all hell of you. The last thing he needs to do is breach your father’s trust and risk his job. He thinks maybe he'd also be risking his life.

But the way the sunlight makes your complexion shine, bouncing off your skin radiantly makes his knees buckle. Your smile when you look at him makes his palms sweat. The soft sound of your humming floating towards him makes his heart soar.

You make him forget all of his inhibitions. And it's equal parts exciting and terrifying.

The water trickles from the can’s spout, sparkling in the sunlight as it falls over the beautiful flowers surrounding your porch. You’re careful to give each plant more than enough water, and he watches you intently as if this is some incredibly riveting task.

When you go to refill the can a second time, he realizes that he hasn't moved in far too long. He promptly forces himself to turn on his heel, heading back to let the animals out of their pens to graze. His footsteps feel mechanical, like he has a tinier version of himself controlling his body from a panel inside of his brain.

Don't be a moron, he thinks to himself. Be fucking cool.

He busies himself by cleaning out each of the pens within the barn, sweeping the old ruddy broom along the brown dirt floors, watching as its dry bristles occasionally fall off in its trail. He doesn't even flinch as he shovels waste from each stable, his once squeamish demeanor having been tampered with time and experience. He brings the back of his hand up to wipe the sweat from his forehead, his stringy bangs soaked beneath the wide brim of his hat. He can feel the fabric of his soft cotton shirt already clinging to his back, a sensation that’s entirely too much in this kind of heat.

He turns around, peeking out of the barn doors. There’s no sign of you anymore, and he doesn’t see your father or anyone else either. He supposes it’s alright to take his shirt off, given there’s no one near to offend.

Little does he know, as he reaches an arm around to his back and hoists the fabric up and off, you’re watching shyly from your kitchen window. Peering through the patterned curtains, chewing on your lip. Your fingers absentmindedly twirl a straw around your glass of lemonade, lost in a trance.

Jonathan has more muscle on him than you expected, though you aren’t sure why this is a surprise to you given the hard work he does. You can see the distinct lines on his arms where his tan doesn’t reach, the result of too many days working in the sun with t-shirts on. He stretches, his shoulder blades protruding like wings, and you nearly feel yourself start to drool as his muscles flex and pull. He bends down to retrieve his hat, the unmarked surface of his back on display.

You long to feel his skin beneath your palms, to reach out and touch his back, trace a finger from one freckle to the next until you’ve created a constellation only you can see. You want to leave marks, dig your nails in until you’ve left evidence that you’ve been there.

The longer you stare, watching him as he continues tidying up, the warmer you become. You can feel a searing desire forming between your legs, bare thighs squeezing hard together beneath your tiny dress.

You aren’t sure where your father went, but you know you haven’t seen him around the barn at all this morning. How bad could it be to go out there with Jonathan, really?

The skin of your lip grows raw as your teeth wear at it further, debating your next move or rather, hyping yourself up to make it. Your body buzzes with nerves, clenching your hands into fists before opening your palms once more.

Screw it. Screw it, you're going out there.

Before you can convince yourself to stay inside and hide away from the man, you're pouring another glass of lemonade to take out to him. Slipping on your shoes and swinging open the screen door that spits you out onto your porch. Bees buzz at your sides when you pass the flowering bushes, sun searing your skin the second you're exposed to its harsh rays.

It's sweltering, that's for certain, and coming out here under the guise of bringing Jonathan something to drink is innocent enough.

He doesn't hear you approaching, your footsteps barely making a sound as you trod across the grass. He's hunched over slightly, rinsing dirt from his hands with the garden hose and a bar of soap he keeps in the barn.

“Hey,” is all that comes out of your mouth at first. He spins to face you, visibly startled by your presence. Water runs from the hose that's now soaking the parched grass where it lays, before he hastily shuts off the water supply. “Sorry, I didn't mean to sneak up on you. Just thought you might be thirsty,” you hold the glass out to him, twisting your lips.

“Oh, t-thanks,” he stammers, accepting the offering. The glass is cold in his hand, already sweating from the heat. Droplets of water fall from the bottom of the cup and onto the ground by his boots, unable to cling to the warming surface any longer. His mouth suddenly feels dry, whether from the heat or your proximity he can't decipher, but he suspects it's the latter.

You don't move from your spot in front of him, your pretty eyes nearly sparkling as you watch him take a sip of the drink. You look like you want to pounce on him.

You watch intently as his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he takes a few greedy swallows, your cheeks hot and feverish at all of the thoughts that swirl through your head.

“Mm,” he hums, pulling the glass rim from his lips. His eyes can't help but rake over your frame, focusing too hard on the way your dress flatters your body. “It's real sweet,” he says, gaze zoning in on your lips. How the soft layer of shiny gloss makes them look enticing, like ripe fruit ready to be picked.

Your teeth sink into the plump skin of your bottom lip, batting your lashes at him. You're toeing a dangerous line, but both of you want nothing more than to cross it.

A small noise dies in his throat, like he was going to speak but can’t bring himself to. He sets his glass down, his hands trembling slightly. You step closer to him, the heat unbearable, but you’re no longer sure if it’s the sun or your own desire warming the atmosphere. You feel two-hundred degrees, and you can guess Jonathan feels the same.

“Do you want to… take a break? You work so hard, and you must be so hot,” you say, saccharine and faux-innocent, your index finger trailing featherlight down his chest. You know what you’re doing, and he knows it, too.

“Birdie...” he warns. “Your dad—”

“Don't worry about my dad. He's not around, no one has to know,” you gaze at him, watching as he rubs a hand down his face. “I won't let anything bad happen, even if he finds out,” you add, taking his hand in yours.

You flip his palm up, running your thumb along the rough skin. He's quiet, but breathing too heavily for someone who's standing still.

God, he might regret this. But he can't bring himself to care quite enough to do anything to stop it. He knows what your next move is before it happens.

And then, in one swift motion you're pressing your lips to his, closing the gap between your bodies. His bare chest pressed to your clothed one, his breath catching in his throat. He feels himself melt into you just as you pull away.

You blink at him, having stepped just slightly backward. Instantly he's wishing you'd come back. Like now that he’s had one taste of you, he can’t fathom going another second without it. Your gaze stays focused on his lips and it makes him feel like jelly, you look like you could devour him and he wants to let you. His eyes search your face rather frantically before he makes a decision.

His hands reach up to cup your face, pulling your lips back to his. He pushes you back easily until you're pressed against the outer wall of the barn, mouthing hungrily at one another beneath the scorching sun. One hand glides up your thigh, rucking up the fabric of your dress as you expose your neck to him, letting him kiss and bite at the tender skin. Tasting the sweat that beads, lapping it away with his tongue like he'd dreamt of doing for weeks.

Then, as if suddenly remembering where he is, he draws back, looking around behind him to ensure no one's there. That typical skittish demeanor creeping back in. One of his hands remains at your hip, his eyes searching yours. His nervousness makes your heart flutter.

“Should we… could we… take this into the barn?” he asks softly, making your lips twist into a small smile.

Wordlessly, you hook two fingers into his belt loops. You walk backwards, pulling him along with you until you’re sheltered inside the building. Instantly, you’re coaxing his face to yours again, pressing your lips to his in an urgent, pleading kiss.

“No one’s gonna catch us,” you murmur against soft lips. “I promise.”

And there’s no way you can be sure of that, he knows it too, but your voice sounds so soothing that he nods in agreement.

He shuts one of the rickety barn doors just to be even safer, leaving the other open for airflow before he lets his lips attach to yours once more. You kiss each other like you’re starving, affection-deprived, and before you know it he's walking you backwards and coaxing you onto the hay bales that rest in the corner. They're stacked in neat, cut rectangles, and you perch your bottom on the top one, letting Jonathan's frame slip between your legs.

The hay is scratchy against the plush backs of your thighs, but it's only a minor annoyance in your current state. A well worth it trade-off for the way Jonathan's hands caress your knees, sliding up your legs until they're pushing up the fabric of your dress. His fingertips are searing against your skin, branding you. Now that you've felt his touch, you can never go back.

Your head spins when he drops to his knees before you, your brain lagging in its attempt to catch up with what's happening. Palms splayed on your thighs, his soft brown eyes gaze up at you, pupils wide with lust. He continues to hike up your dress until it's bunched up at your hips, your pretty cotton panties staring him in the face. An index finger reaches out to flick the tiny pink bow that rests on the waistband, a soft smirk spreading across his kissable mouth.

He leans his face forward, breath fanning out over your clothed core. You flinch, eagerly anticipating his mouth on you. He sticks his tongue out, tentatively allowing it to lick a flat stripe over your panties. Gasping, your hands haphazardly push his hat off of his head, fingers tangling in his damp mop of hair. A strangled whimper clambers from his throat, his lips mouthing at your clothed cunt. The cotton fabric grows more and more moist by the second, his tongue pressing tantalizingly against it, making your back arch.

“Jonny, please—”

His fingers loop beneath the waistband of your underwear at either hip, beginning to tug them down as if to quiet you.

“Shh, angel. Don't have to beg,” he murmurs softly, shifting to bring your legs together momentarily, pulling the small bit of clothing completely off.

Back between your thighs, he eyes your bare pussy hungrily before shifting his gaze up to meet your eyes. “Gonna take such good care of you, like you deserve.”

His mouth presses a soft kiss to your mound, tongue poking out to test the waters; to get its bearings. He licks and sucks experimentally, repeating actions when you moan or whine in favor of one in particular. Perspiration prickles on every inch of your skin, the heat of the growing afternoon coupled with the fiery blaze he's set across your nerve endings making you swelter.

He grows more confident with every second, letting his tongue lick inside of you, collecting the sweetness that pools just for him. He lets out a satisfied grunt, lapping at you ravenously, your fingers pulling roughly on his hair. He seems emboldened by this, spurred on by each tug to his soft locks. Your head tips back, moaning his name at the vaulted ceiling of the barn while he teases your clit with his greedy mouth.

He pauses to take a good look at you, his cheeks beautifully flushed, his body heaving slightly as he catches his breath. The look in his eyes makes it seem like he's trying to commit your every feature to permanent memory.

“Jonathan...” you mewl, letting your hands fall loose from his hair and cradle his face instead.

Your core throbs for him, a deep incessant ache that commands to be quelled. He reads your mind, his desperation matching yours. He rises just enough for his lips to meet yours, letting his tongue slip into your mouth. The sweet tang of your arousal has you moaning into the kiss, your hand reaching down to paw at his crotch through his jeans. You gasp at the bulge that awaits you, his impatient cock pressing against its confines.

He hisses in a pleased sort of agony, the friction so glorious yet not nearly enough. Your fingers work to undo his belt, the clunky metallic buckle falling to the side. He watches you, lips parted, as you unbutton and unzip the dust-covered jeans, pushing them down his thighs. His thin boxers do very little to conceal the shape of his cock, the size catching you off guard. Your delicate palm squeezes it, reveling in the pleased noise that escapes him in response.

“Shit,” you murmur, letting the pad of your thumb roll over the head, precum leaking through the checked fabric.

His body jerks against his will, hips bucking pitifully into your hand. Your hand slips beneath the boxers, mercifully, fingers wrapping around the base of him once his cock is fully free.

You give it a few slow strokes, watching the way his eyes flutter closed. Encouraged, you pump his length faster, the corner of your mouth kicking up when he groans.

“I've - ah - I've wanted this for so long. You have no idea,” he says. “You’re so beautiful. I swear I think about you every day.” His cheeks are rosy, shy with his confession.

“I bet I’ve wanted this just as long as you have,” you reply softly, letting the pad of your thumb swipe over the leaking head of his cock, pearlescent arousal making the motion slick.

He lets out a shuddering breath, his fingers digging hard into your thighs as you tease. You’re entranced by him, your eyes focused in on the deep blush pink of his erection. You can feel saliva collecting in your mouth, your nerve endings vibrating with a desire to taste him.

“Why don’t we switch spots? Come sit here, so I can take care of you,” you murmur, batting your lashes up at him as your fingers gently squeeze his shaft.

His eyelids flutter, the warm brown of his irises rolling back at the touch and at your words. He rises on shaky legs and you follow suit, guiding him to sit on the stacked bales. The perfect makeshift throne for him to sit upon, the perfect spot for you to kneel before him and worship him the way you so badly need to. Your knees touch the dusty ground, the rough barn floor uncomfortable against them. You pay it little mind, however, simply itching to get your lips on the prize that lay before you.

Jonathan looks down at you with his lip tugged slightly between his teeth. His hand brushes hair out of your face, cupping your head gently as you gaze starry-eyed up at him.

His cock twitches as if in a plea, and it draws you to him. You grip the base in one hand, sticking your tongue out flat to collect the pearly white beads of precum that drip from the slit. You make direct eye contact as you lick at him, his body jolting with pleasure at the first touch of your tongue to his most sensitive part. His hands grip at the earthy yellow straw beneath him before finding their way to your hair, conscious of keeping it out of your face.

“Oh, fuck,” he exhales, your soft lips wrapping around him, engulfing him in the warm, wet cavern of your mouth.

You hum, pleased, before beginning to bob your head. Your tongue glides along his shaft, coating him in your saliva. You take him as deep as you can, until there's a pressure at the back of your throat and your eyes water in warning. He groans in spite of himself when you gag, catching himself instantly to ask if you're okay.

You nod wordlessly, cheeks flushing at his sweetness. You want to pull more noises from him, and you continue to take him into your throat so that you gag again. His head is thrown back, cock twitching in your mouth. Your saliva drips down it, pooling at the corners of your mouth and dribbling down your chin. He notices this, wiping at the wetness on your chin with his thumb.

“God damn, Birdie. M-making such a mess,” he stammers, looking down at you with those glorious lust-blown eyes.

You hum around him once more, hollowing your cheeks and sucking. He whines at this, the tendons in his neck straining, putting all of his effort into not spilling down your throat.

“Please,” he pants. “Please let me be inside you.”

Pulling off of his cock, a string of spit connects your bottom lip to his red tip for only a moment before you swipe it away. He's bending down in an instant, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. He grips your face with both hands, a strained noise clawing at his throat when your tongues dance around one another.

He pulls back after a moment, but he does so in a way that makes it seem like it physically pains him to do it. His hands paw at your waist, encouraging you up. You stand, moving between his spread knees. Climbing atop his lap, you can feel yourself throb with anticipation, your body begging to have him fill it.

His rosy cheeks, flushed from both heat and exertion, dimple slightly when he smiles at you. His eyes are flecked with gold from the sunlight that trickles through the slits in the walls, looking at you like you're the most ethereal being he's ever laid eyes on.

His hands hold your hips, bunching up your dress so it pools at the juncture between hip and thigh. You grind yourself on him, your wet heat teasing his cock.

“Oh fuck, you're so perfect,” he murmurs, lips pressed to your hair, his face burying itself at the side of your neck.

A tiny content moan escapes you, your skin ablaze where his lips press to your neck.

“Please, Jonathan,” you whine, rolling your hips again.

“Didn't I say you don't have to beg, sweet girl? I'm right here, do what you want with me,” he says, and this time he's the one who sounds like he might be begging.

Do what you want with me.

Your breaths come out heavy as you raise up just enough to line him up with your entrance, beads of precum dripping down his cock and making your palm slick. He twitches at the contact, his blunt nails digging in to the meat of your ass.

A long, low grumble of a moan slowly leaves his lips the second you guide his tip past your entrance. Your lips part, head thrown back as he slowly pushes deeper inside. The stretch is euphoric, your walls expanding to accommodate him with little resistance.

“Oh, fuck—” Jonathan hisses, tilting his chin to kiss at your jawline.

Outside, you hear the hens clucking contentedly, mourning doves cooing softly from trees. For a fleeting moment you remember the possibility of getting caught, hoping you maintain your privacy at least long enough to finish what you’ve started here.

Your skin is sticky where it touches his, sweat collecting in every crease and crevice. He’s bigger than you had anticipated, and just when you think he can’t possibly have more to give you, he’s pushing in the rest of the way. He grips you tightly as he bottoms out, pressed to the hilt inside of you. You both moan in unison, your hands holding loosely to his shoulders.

He’s still for a moment, eyes pinched shut as his chest heaves with his panting.

“Just— just need a second. Sorry, you feel so fucking good,” he says, willing himself not to finish right here right now. “God dammit, you’re squeezin’ me so tight.”

“Take your time,” you purr softly, simply enjoying the feeling of being so full. You let your hands travel to his neck, thumbs tracing down the column of his throat before reaching his chest. Perspiration beads on his soft skin, pink flush reaching down his neck to his chest.

Slowly, he starts to encourage the movement of your hips. Gripping them firmly, he aids you in finding a good rhythm. You let yourself rock lightly on top of him, his strong arms helping you along and making your head spin. The soft head of his cock presses so deeply inside of you you practically start drooling, unable to stop yourself from bouncing faster.

He doesn’t discourage your increasing pace; instead his head falls back in ecstasy, curses tumbling from his kiss-bitten lips. The quicker you move the tighter his hands seem to grip your hips, fingers digging into the plush skin, sure to leave a sore spot.

You’re drenching him, easing the movements with your arousal, and each slick glide feels better than you could’ve imagined.

“Jonathan, oh my god—” you cry, hands pawing desperately at his bare chest. Your nails drag marks down the soft skin, and he groans in response.

Your body grows fatigued, thighs burning, and he notices the steady slowing of your bouncing. He takes over with ease, wrapping his arms around you and rising to a standing position. You gasp at the different angle, his cock seemingly pressing deeper still, and then you feel your back hit the wall.

He cages you in tight against the wooden slabs, your legs wrapped firmly around his thin waist. Your stomach flips in a new wave of excitement, taking him at this brand new angle. You surrender any control you had, letting him take the reins. He so desperately needs to, to get out all of that pent up frustration from day after day of watching you from afar. Wondering what you’d feel like, sound like, taste like.

Now that he has you like this, pliant and eager, he wants to give every ounce of himself to you.

He doesn’t start slow, doesn’t need to ease into it in this new position like he did at first. His thrusts come hard and fast, sending you reeling. You watch the way the tendons in his neck flex and pull, straining with exertion. He grunts with his effort, little noises escaping in time with each thrust.

He leans in to bite at the lobe of your ear, his face twisting in a sort of growl; a snarl. He’s primal in the way he fills you, claiming you as his in a surge of power he doesn’t typically possess. It’s like a switch has flipped, his shyness and hesitation disappearing. You wonder where this side of him has been hiding, and you can only hope you’ll get to experience it again.

“You feel,” he grunts, gritting his teeth for a fleeting moment as he delivers a particularly harsh thrust. “So fucking good.”

All you can do is moan in response, a high-pitched little sound that spurs him on further. Your nails sink into his back, clawing down the surface, sure to leave marks in their wake. He bites at your bottom lip, tugging on it until you whine.

The sounds your bodies make together are obscene, slippery wet squelching coupled with the slap of skin on skin. If anyone were to walk by, there’d be no doubt about what’s going on.

Every single thrust has you crying out for him, the way he hits that perfect spot inside of you each time making you tremble in his grasp. The pleasure is white-hot, lapping at every inch of your body. You can feel yourself inching closer and closer to your release, and you’re so desperate to have it.

“Jon, ‘m so close,” you whine, barely clinging on to him while he fucks you senseless.

“Ah fuck, yeah? Y’gonna cum for me?” he asks, near breathless as he continues to pound into you. He looks so fucked out and perfect; bangs stuck to his forehead and his eyes heavy-lidded in bliss, watching you carefully.

And the way he asks the question, it sounds like he’s dying for you to finish. Like he’s begging you to clench around his length, squeeze him so tight, drench him with your arousal. Like he can’t possibly believe you’re about to cum for him.

But you are, and with a few more quick and sloppy thrusts of his hips you’re crying out his name; screaming so loud you can hear the birds in the tree outside flutter away in a frenzy.

“Fuck, oh god, oh god,” Jonathan pants, and you’re certain he’s about to lose it as your walls tighten around him in a rhythmic pulsation. “Where can I cum? Where do you want it?”

“Inside, has to be inside,” you whine. “Please.”

You barely get the final word out before you can feel him hurtling to an abrupt halt, hips stilling as he twitches inside of your warm wet cunt. He paints your insides, giving you every possible drop that he has.

“Shit, Birdie,” he says, nearly gasping for air. “You’re unreal. You know that? You’re absolutely incredible.”

You stay panting like that for a while, joined together, your sticky skin against his. He noses at your cheek, pressing soft kisses to it as you try to regain a normal breathing pattern.

He pulls out slowly then, a slippery mess formed where your bodies met. Your legs fall from around his waist, standing up on wobbly limbs that barely contain the strength to support you. His hands reach up to cradle your cheeks, his eyes wild with delight as they search your face.

Your heartbeat still hasn’t quite settled, fluttering rapidly with the way he’s looking at you. Before you can say anything he’s smashing his lips against yours, a slow and passionate kiss that rivals all the others that came before.

It lasts for a while, but you don’t feel like it’s been nearly long enough when he pulls away.

“I don’t want this to be over. I don’t want to act like this never happened,” he says, an almost frantic look in his eyes.

“Jonathan—”

“I want you. And I don’t care what your dad thinks. I want to take you on nice dates, and watch the birds with you, and kiss you like this every single day.”

You feel like your heart may explode, like it’s swelling larger and larger with each of his words.

“I want that, too. We’ll figure this out, okay? I swear,” you reassure him, kissing him again. Pouring all of your affection into him and hoping he feels it.

“Promise me.”

“I promise you. I couldn’t stay away if I wanted to,” you say, smiling lightly. He laughs, pressing his forehead to yours, slick with sweat.

You know it’s time to let him get back to work, but you’re reluctant to end the moment.

“I should really get back to it,” he says bashfully, as if reading your mind and feeling sorry he had to.

“Yeah, you should,” you agree, kissing the backs of both of his hands before letting him pull away.

He redresses while you watch in silent awe, studying the way his body moves. He catches you staring, his cheeks reddening adorably.

Both of you step out of the barn, back into the unforgiving sunlight. You’re about to head inside when you stop yourself, turning on your heel.

“I know you usually go home around four. Could you be back and freshened up around five-thirty?” you ask him.

“Uh, sure. Why?”

“Because, we have a date to go on.”

“Are you sure you—”

“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life,” you say earnestly, and the grin that breaks out on his face is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. You don’t know what exactly you’re going to say to your dad, but you’ll figure it out.

“Okay. Five-thirty. See you then, Birdie.”

With a little wave, you’re heading back inside. He doesn’t miss the slight wobble in your legs, or the trail of his release that runs down your thigh. And when he hears your dad’s car pull up the drive, he gives him a smug little wave.

What a way to start the day.

[visualtaehyun]

KluenDao anon - I'm so sorry but tumblr ate your ask because it's stupid and couldn't handle my long-ass reply 😭

I hope this post reaches you anyway and please excuse the long wait! You'll hopefully understand once you see how lengthy this got dsjhdfjs This is the post referred to, my second-ever post about Thai language in Thai QL, from over a year ago :o

Lemme first page @airenyah though hehe feel free to chime in if I missed or glossed over anything~ I quickly had to realize btw that there was no point in asking you for timestamps since I had completely forgotten they'd moved SIMM over to VIKI 🙃

Disclaimer, as per usual: not a native Thai speaker! I am very much still learning 🙏

In the beginning and all the way into at least ep. 7, they use rude familiar pronouns กู /guu/ & มึง /meung/ (=I & you) and rude informal particles วะ /wa/, เว้ย /woei/ etc. same as all of their friends!

In the Freshy Boy promo vids they both talk about how they'd speak to a partner:

"If you had a partner, how would you refer to yourself?"

They both say they'd call themselves by name, instead of using a 1st pers. pronoun. It can indicate familiarity and sounds cute. Daonuea emphasizes that 'Dao' is reserved for people who are special to him (both being referred to as 'Dao' by others as well as calling himself 'Dao' as a 1st pers. pronoun).

"And what would you call your partner?"

The misunderstanding about Daonuea's brother Fah being his boyfriend stems from how they talk to each other - same as how everyone assumes that Kluen and Gia are dating! Both the brothers and the besties (who are like siblings to each other anyway) call each other and themselves by name, just as both of them said they'd do with a partner.

Every relationship and pair of siblings is different of course. For context, the brothers in Last Twilight for example also have a large age gap but use กู /guu/ & มึง /meung/ with each other, disregarding seniority. Others yet again may call the older one พี่ /phi/ (=lit. older sibling) while the younger one speaks politely, like Ongsa and her older sister in 23.5.

Apart from pronouns, there's also the matter of particles. Earlier I said that KluenDao start out using impolite particles. But with Fah and Gia, who they're close to, they use other particles. Here's an instance of Kluen using polite particle ครับ /khrap/, expressing sweet politeness, and Gia replying using another particle:

- ครับเจีย /khrap Gia?/ - หันหลังหน่อยจ้าา /han lang naawy jaaa/

The particle จ้า /jaa/ (or จ้ะ /ja/ and จ๊ะ /ja/ actually) is a bit difficult to explain but I'm gonna try 🫠 It's mostly used by people more senior/older for younger people/juniors. If the addressee is close to or related to the speaker, you might hear them use it back in response, affectionately. In Thai QL, you'll hear it used this way by parents or grandparents when talking to their kids and their kids' friends, for example:

Kluen's mom to Daonuea: จ้ะ /ja/

Between equals, be it friends, partners etc., it can similarly 1) express closeness and familiarity but it can also be used 2) teasingly or sarcastically:

Sean: ชนะใจเพื่อนกูนี่แหละจ้าาาาา /cha na jai pheuuan guu nee lae jaaaaa/

Emphasizing the vowel length like Gia (and Sean!) does up there, is why the translation choice came out to 'will you?', it gives a bit of?? attitude?? basically. Polite particles like ครับ /khrap/ can be used that way too, in fact, you hear the gang in Star in My Mind do so a lot. You could compare this use of particles to how you can sound teasing or condescending in English when saying something overly polite to someone you're close to like 'And what exactly are you doing there, miss?' or 'Yes, sir!'

Daonuea also uses polite particle ครับ /khrap/ with Fah sometimes, to play up the cute baby bro mostly lol Here for example he's trying to get his brother to come watch the contest by basically doing อ้อน /aawn/:

Tough luck that Kluen's timing is always the absolute worst lmao so he came in right when Daonuea turned up the sweetness compared to earlier in the conversation. And Daonuea, bless his heart, confusingly only tells Kluen that Fah is his พี่ /phi/:

Literally anyone who's older qualifies as พี่ /phi/ so of course Kluen would go How is that special??? lmao It's only after the contest that Daonuea finally properly introduces Fah as his พี่ชาย /phi chaai/ = older brother.

So! At that point, no one but Fah gets to call Daonuea 'Dao', everyone else calls him 'Nuea' or 'Daonuea', including Kluen of course. He does (at least once) call him 'Dao' though, that night the gang get shit-faced drunk in their dorm and everyone but Kluen is passed out already. He calls out to Daonuea to wake him up:

มึง ดาวเหนือ ดาว ดาว /meung. Daonuea. Dao. Dao/ = [Hey] you/Dude. Daonuea. Dao. Dao.

When everything is finally getting cleared up in ep. 7, Kluen changes his way of speaking to Daonuea. He stops using rude pronouns and particles and starts referring to himself by his own name and to Daonuea by his:

คลื่นขอโทษนะ /Kluen khaaw thoht na/ = I'm sorry. คลื่นรักดาวเหนือนะ /Kluen rak Daonuea na/ = I love you.

But Daonuea doesn't switch along with Kluen, he keeps using rude pronouns and particles. Meanwhile Kluen slowly starts calling him 'Dao':

- ดาวอ่ะ นั่งทำให้คลื่นจนดึกเลย /Dao a nang tham haai Kluen jon deuk loei/ = You sat doing [this] for me until late. - จำไม่ได้วะมึง /jam mai dai wa, meung/

And here I'll just use a clip cause otherwise we'll be here for another 30 screenshots lol Please take note of how Dao still calls Kluen ไอ้คลื่น /ai Kluen/ (= informal, like the entire gang call each other) and uses rude informal particles วะ /wa/ and นะเว้ย /na woei/ as well as rude pronouns but--

He agrees to Kluen asking to be boyfriends by referring to himself as 'Dao' in the line "Thank you, too, for loving me":

In ep. 8, we start hearing Daonuea use their new pronouns more confidently when they're talking at Fah's condo with Kluen lying on Daonuea's lap again. Once Fah comes home, we get another bit of hilarity from Fah using rude pronouns with Kluen lol because he's still holding a grudge against him for causing his little brother so much pain in the past.

This is already long enough and I don't feel like rewatching Sky in Your Heart for their scenes djskdjshs so I'm just gonna skip right to Your Skyy 2 for a brief look at how they talk once their relationship has been established for a while: They call each other and themselves by their nicknames 'Dao' and 'Kluen', as previously established, and use polite particle ครับ /khrap/ A Lot - if you wanna know just how much, just listen out for any 'khap', 'khrap', khaaap' in the proposal scene or the scene where they wake up together:

- ตื่นแล้วครับ /dteuun laaeo khrap/ - ตื่นนานแล้วครับ /dteuun naan laaeo khrap/

In conclusion-- they are incredibly sweet with each other 🥹

Thank you for asking and reading, dear anon! If any Thai speakers read this and have any additions or corrections (especially about me struggling to explain the usage of จ้า and co. 🥴), please jump right in. 🙏

[n7punk]

"Start Your Engine" Fic Notes

SYE is done! For once something didn’t get away from me. What, it was supposed to be a one-shot? Shut up!

Playlist:

Unreleased demo (we could be the baddest losers in the world together)

Life Sux — Leah Kate

Supernatural — Transviolet

I Want Her — Georgie Harris/The Blind Truth

I Can See You (From the Vault) — Taylor Swift

GIRL ON TV — chloe morionado

Cdbaby<3 — chloe morionado

Suburban Legends (From the Vault) — Taylor Swift

Hot Child In The City — Jessica Leigh

Ruin My Life — Zolita

Fruity — chloe morionado

GLOW — SNOW WIFE

Overdrive — Gia Woods

good girls go bad — Lauren Sanderson

Your Engine — Gia Woods

Epilogue Life:

Catra does take awhile to adjust to school because it is a huge shift from her last few years of essentially doing whatever the fuck she wanted whenever (she did have a stream schedule, but it wasn’t a big deal if she canceled, or extended, or slept or ate or anything else whenever she felt like it), but even though she spends the whole first year questioning her decision, she does adjust eventually. Her friends all graduate long before she hits grad school, but Entrapta and Bow both went for a grad degree too so their life keeps following the school rhythm and it keeps her from feeling too left out. Catra does keep up with streaming even after she gets an internship with a law firm, her hours just reduce as it becomes more of the side thing she was trying to downplay it as.

Swift Wind isn’t actually 100% done until the summer after graduation, but Catra certainly doesn’t mind how long it takes, and on nights when both of them have roommates home they like to take drives out somewhere private to make out on the side of the road under the stars. Adora 100% supports her girlfriend in her weird niche and later on hypes her up a lot as the more impressive one for going through law school, which kind of blows Catra’s mind because she’s still used to thinking of herself as a loser.

Entrapta’s software does see a steady rise in usership after the introduction of Wildcat, and there are two main reasons why: 1) yes okay she specifically improved the physics for Wildcat. I’m not going to pretend that wasn’t a driving factor lol, but 2) Emily did a great job of showing off what was unique about Entrapta’s software — but people who weren’t looking for unique didn’t have much reason to pay attention to it. Wildcat showed she could make great, more “mainstream” avatars as well. She doesn’t become the #1 overnight or anything, but she does slowly become the #1 alternative to the corporate options and that’s really what she was looking for.

Catra does eventually tell Glimmer and Bow she’s Wildcat — who Glimmer likes even more than she ever did Emily — once they’re better friends, but it takes a few months. Glimmer doesn’t really suspect anything until Catra lets slip the occasional comment leading up to her revealing it because Catra is very private about her identifying info on stream — and cognizant not to tell stories involving Glimmer when she’s in chat — so she doesn’t actually have a lot of clues to get suspicious from. When she finds out she loses it, though. She eventually comes around to finding it funny, but by god for a while she would pout about it if you mentioned it. She’s mostly annoyed that Adora hid it from her, but Adora does argue that it was Catra’s life and it wasn’t really her business what she does for work. It mostly matters because Glimmer actually watches her, lol. If it wasn’t for that, she wouldn’t care.

Around the time Catra is comfortable telling Glimmer she’s finally ready to meet Adora’s moms, something she has been avoiding as long as she can because she’s terrified of the concept of Family, but obviously Mara and Light Hope are super sweet, it just still takes her a little while to get comfortable with them, but by the holidays she’s ready to experience them with Adora and her family for the first time. She never thought she would get a family along with a girlfriend, but 14 year old Catra couldn’t even conceive of the life she would have ten years later.

Chapter 1:

⦁ I’ve already talked about this a little because an anon guessed it Fast over here, but the original concept for this AU was just the neighbor thirsting stuff around the car. Catra didn’t have a job planned, but that stuff came up when it did come time to write it. I figured Adora would be in university since they were supposed to be in their early twenties, and I could have stuck Catra there too, but I liked the concept of Catra having this kind of very different life experience that made her feel a little alienated from her peers and especially contributed to her not being confident when it came to actually making a move on Adora. I don’t follow any like, VTuber vtubers, because the ones I do are people like jaidenanimations who just use an avatar of themselves and aren’t a character or anything, but a friend of a friend is super into vtubers and I hear a lot of the drama and shipping and stuff secondhand because of that. When I was getting ready to write the AU, my friend was explaining the drama about this company having a bunch of controversies with its vtubers and nearly everyone leaving, and that planted the seed of “lol wouldn’t it be funny if Catra was a vtuber in this”. And then I put in the allusions in the first chapter to stuff like gigabit internet still not thinking I was going to do it, except by the end of the second chapter I realized I was definitely going to do it, so I doubled down on it when editing chapter one to post.

⦁ Before those additions, I was kind of thinking this would be a one shot, and tbf that would have made sense with the amount of content in the first three chapters, but then I decided I wanted to shift perspective in chunks, which meant it made the most sense to make it a multi-chapter with the POV shifting by chapter even without those additions, and hey, I did manage to keep to my predicted chapter count once I decided that! For once! It totally counts.

Chapter 2:

⦁ This chapter was really short but I had to show that they were both being so incredibly stupid with their flirting when at any point one of them could have asked the other out and they would have said yes so fast the marriage proposal would be implied.

⦁ Catra lashed out a lot in school because, to be fair, her home life absolutely sucked and she had no friends and no hope for the future, so she just hated everything about school knowing it would probably add up to nothing and at least if she was a problem people were paying attention to her. Teachers might not have liked her, but they were looking at her and not hurling insults like Weaver, so that was about the best she got.

Chapter 3:

⦁ Adora was really just trying to lean over and not caring about where she put her hand because all her friends are touchy and she is too, but any touch like that from Catra would be her trying to put the moves on someone she desperately wanted to hold, so she extended that to Adora’s behavior as well. Adora doesn’t remember it at all because it wasn’t important enough to. If you asked her about it five minutes later it would take her a second to think if she had done it at all.

⦁ Scorpia and Sea Hawk aren’t exactly friends, but they did have a class together. They would wait for it to start in the closest lounge for a good half hour if not an hour beforehand so they ended up talking a lot over that semester and they still chat now when they run into each other. Scorpia only saw Mermista if she came there to be with Sea Hawk, and usually she was “too cool” for that and Sea Hawk had to come to her instead, so Scorpia really isn’t involved in Adora’s friend group at all despite the peripheral connection.

⦁ Adora stopped working on Swift Wind for two reasons: 1) she was only working on him so much for an excuse to talk to Catra (though she’ll glad for all the work she got done once it does get hot) and 2) she just felt so disappointed when she would see Catra and Catra would ignore her that it discouraged her from going out even the baseline amount she would without her.

⦁ Adora brings up hooking up with Mermista once because she, not remembering the leg touch thing, can only guess that someone mentioned her history with Mermista to Catra and she drew conclusions from partial information that was out of date and incorrect anyway.

⦁ Catra knows Mermsita doesn’t believe in marriage from Sea Hawk telling Scorpia he’d love to make the gesture of proposing but Mermista would just dump him again for it.

Chapter 4:

⦁ The valentines card was handmade because ain’t no way Weaver has even letting Catra use a printer to get something that looked “better”. Adora would have treasured it as if

⦁ When Catra is talking about hiding her face, she doesn’t get deeper into it, but it’s all about being safe. It’s not just Weaver punishing her for acting emotionally, it’s also the danger of letting someone see when she’s afraid, or in love, or anything else they can use to hurt her later.

⦁ The "go live" scene was one of the first ideas I had related to Catra being a VTuber and is one of the things that kind of convinced me to include it in the fic and then I almost forgot to write the scene lmao. The only problem with this joke is the whole thing is based around the fact the two different kinds of "live" are written the same, but that makes it hard to control which version of the word people naturally read there (especially the people who had figured out Catra was a VTuber already) so I hope the way I framed Adora's reaction to it made it clear. Catra was SO grateful Adora read it entirely wrong, but that showed her she couldn't keep it secret for much longer, but she wasn't ready to force herself through telling her either.

⦁ Okay, Roach. The cockroach thing is actually a joke I had for canon four years ago, thinking about how ways Catra talks sound like insults because that’s how she had to disguise her compliments in the Horde. That lead to the cockroach nickname for Entrapta, because seriously, thought dead twice and actually just thriving? Really? And no one in the princess alliance is really sure how to take it because Entrapta doesn’t seem bothered at all — because she understands, and she takes it as the weird compliment it is.

⦁ The black curtains are supposed to muffle sound transmission. Catra shoved her sound absorbing foam boards — which she just had leaning against the wall even months after moving in anyway — into the closet when she showed Adora the room before.

⦁ Adora doesn’t know what an OC is, so she’s just assuming that’s the name for a VTuber avatar and calls Catra’s new V that. She’ll eventually figure out how it works.

Chapter 5:

⦁ I had a lot of fun with the chapter titles in this one. I used a similar basic structure in LotD to signal when I was switching perspectives by chapter but it’s fun to heckle the characters in them.

⦁ Catra did try to pay Entrapta. Entrapta was confused. Eventually she more than paid in her back in commissions following Wildcat.

⦁ Catra was just a clerk at a random department store in the mall when a guy snagged a designer purse and tried to bolt with it. The purse cost equivalent to Catra’s entire paycheck, which she desperately needed, and her boss was within eyeshot and yelled when the man started running, so Catra just acted on instinct to protect her job and fucking tackled the guy — which is a terrible idea by the way, pretty sure they can argue that’s assault — which then knocked the purse out of his hands, so her boss ran over and grabbed it, and then the dude struggled up and she wasn’t paid enough to get punched so she just followed him as he ran out of the store to make sure he didn’t yoink something else. And then obviously her boss called mall security and they both told the whole story and like two weeks later the mall offered for a job because they were kind of stretched thin. She did like the mall security job better because she got to wander around a lot more without a boss looking over her shoulder and do a lot less (especially from a customer service perspective), but they both were a little soul-draining.

⦁ I’ll be honest Auntie Anne’s pops the fuck off. Wetzel’s Pretzel’s can suck a dick.

⦁ Catra just says “she’s colorblind” here because I thought about it and didn’t think she would casually make the distinction of “partially” within her own head right then.

⦁ Catra’s race both wasn’t a secret and was, because there were plenty of “hints”, but stuff like Emily having antenna in place of ears didn’t actually mean anything. Her viewers didn’t know they were mapped to follow Catra’s ears, they could have just been animations. People who were observant could figure it out given they don’t do the same thing every time she laughs or anything — it’s especially obvious when she moves just one ear — but it did still surprise some people when they saw her new avatar. The Wildcat in her handle didn’t really give anything away considering there’s a streamer named smallant irl and guess what, he’s not an ant lmao.

⦁ I think this literally never came up in the entire fic (only vaguely implied by Adora “moving away” when she got adopted) but neither Catra, nor Adora, nor Glimmer, nor Bow is from Bright Moon. Scorpia is local and Entrapta is from nearby (as is Glimmer), but Adora and Catra grew up like two hours away. When Adora was adopted, it was to Bright Moon’s outer skirts, so she’s kind of local now and it’s not even a day trip to go visit her moms. It is, however, long enough Catra dodges it as best she can. Anyway, Glimmer and Bow try to arrange their time visiting family to overlap so they don’t have to be apart for too long because they’re really fucking gay for each other.

Upcoming:

*clears throat*

*steps up to the mic*

Ahem.

Are you ready for Heathers’ Broadway debut?

[twig-tea]

Under the Oak Tree: How Do I Talk About This Show?

The Vietnamese musical BL Under the Oak Tree ended today (after a delay from last week for political reasons that affected all Vietnamese shows).

The music in this show is great. Full disclosure I am coming at it from a place of liking Vietnamese OSTs and Musicals, so I was definitely primed to enjoy it. But they do a great job underscoring the big moments with appropriate music, including very fun villain songs. You can get a taste of the music style in this teaser:

The story is...a rollercoaster lol This show has a lot going on. We go from cute high school romance to gang threats to parental trauma to forced outings and life-ruining betrayals to a timeskip and a twist and an ending that could be read as either very dark or a happy ending, depending on your preference.

My biggest critique is that the romantic relationship is not actually the core of the story; it's actually the protagonist and his friend who betrays him that are the core of the plot, especially in the last few episodes. That relationship gets worked on, but the core romance is just kind of treated as an afterthought.

That being said, there is a lot I loved about this too. There's a Lord of the Rings fantasy sequence that is fantastic, and there's a really interesting exploration of revenge and how satisfying it is (or isn't) that I found fun to watch play out. I also really loved that these were gay characters from jump (neither Dang nor Khanh really wrestled with their attraction to the other), and these actors can kiss.

Also just to say Vuong Huy did a great job, but it was sooooo nice to see some of the familiar faces again, especially in episodes 8-10! I love Duc Duy, Duy Lam, Gia Huy, and KaiBie, who have all been in several Vietnamese BLs before (Duy Lam and Gia Huy have costarred before in shows like Beef, Cupcakes, and Him, Duc Duy has played opposite Ba Vinh in The Most Peaceful Place, and KaiBie has been around since Hey! First Love, just to name a few highlights from their CVs).

If this sounds intriguing to you, Under the Oak Tree is 10 episodes, 30-40 mins each, on YouTube.

Discussion of my thoughts on the ending after the cut!

Ok, so MAJOR spoilers ahead.

Under the Oak Tree takes place mostly in 2011, but then there's a 15 year timeskip in episode 8. We find out over the course of episodes 8-10 that in 2011, after Linh betrays Khanh by lying that she saw him steal money from the band, Khanh's mother dies from shock at hearing him confess to the crime (in order to prevent Dang from being punished for defending him even in the face of Linh's eyewitness evidence). Khanh leaves Dang and the small town of Da Lat for the big city, remaking himself and his life. He runs into Linh, who has since married Dang, and pretends to befriend her and let bygones be bygones so that he can infiltrate her company and set her up to be ruined. As the final piece de resistance for his betrayal, he kisses Dang, and Linh falls down the stairs in shock and ends up in a coma.

This is the part where I think opinions will differ. Linh ends up in a kind of limbo, in which she has to either agree to go to hell and be tortured, or sit and watch her own memories over and over, unable to change them. She spends a lot of time unwilling to admit that she did anything wrong, but sitting and watching herself over and over seems to get to her and she comes to terms with the fact that she's caused terrible pain.

Khanh goes to see her in her coma, and yells at her that this is too easy, she needs to live so that she can be tortured knowing what she's done. We then get a sequence from Linh's perspective in which Khanh visits her in limbo and they reconcile and go back in time together to fix the past.

This is the part that could be read as dark if you're me lol. On it's surface, the show essentially wrote fix-it fic for itself; Linh never betrays Khanh, so his mother doesn't die, he doesn't move away, and he never leaves Dang. We leave Dang and Khanh happy and together and on the road to becoming musicians to fulfill their dreams as a team, with Linh owning a coffee shop seeming pretty content. But at the end Linh asks whether this is all real, or all in her mind, and Khanh replies that maybe her memories of the other future are what are all in her mind. It's left a little ambiguous.

That being said, the show also was careful to say that we cannot actually go back and fix the past. So the read that this happy ending is all in Linh's head while she's in a coma is a dark but realistic one.

I also need to talk about Dang and Khanh. In the present/future, Dang and Khanh are arguably not actually in love anymore; they're both too resentful of everything that's come before. This is the part that feels unreconciled to me; while Khanh and Linh got to work through their issues, Dang and Khanh never get to have that conversation, because in the revised past, Dang doesn't share the memories of the future that Khanh and Linh have, so he doesn't know who he hand Khanh became in this other timeline. He says explicitly that he believes no matter what, they'll always love each other and never leave one another; but we know that's not quite true. The smile that Khanh gives him after that speech seems a little sad to me.

I would have loved a little more time for Khanh and Dang to reconcile; for Dang to more fully own his part in not supporting Khanh in the face of his friends ruining Khanh's life, and in marrying Linh even after her betrayal, instead of going to find Kanh or at the least staying true to himself. And I would have loved Khanh to own up to giving up on Dang when things were difficult (to be fair to him, things were extremely difficult--this is another instance of a poor character in love with a rich character whose life gets ruined because of that relationship, while the rich character's life stays essentially the same), and making his life about revenge at any cost to anyone, including Dang, rather than just living for his own future happiness. With all of that hanging over them, it's hard to believe in their forever, even if the new timeline is real and not a coma dream.

Anyway! I really did have a lot of fun watching the show and the wild swings of emotional turns; I also feel like I understated how much I really love these songs. This show won't be for everyone, it's hard to recommend as a blanket statement, but to save you scrolling back up: if this sounds intriguing to you, it's 10 episodes, 30-40 mins each, on YouTube!

[a-tale-of-legends]

A dynamic I want to explore is a potential friendship between Nemona and Giacomo. Cause you can't say they don't have history, with Giacomo being an ex class prez and Nemona being the current. I feel like one definitely had a preconceived notion about the other and it would be nice.

My first train of thought is Giacomo realizing that Nemona isn't the little miss perfect as he thought. He goes from " oh boy, it's the battle fanatic that Boss is friends with" to " oh, she's a loner too". I feel like ( with the rest of team star ngl) that once he get to know her, he starts to realize the girl was also kinda bullied???? And she never noticed it???? I think that's when he goes " hey, if anyone is giving you a hard time, just tell me, okay?" and Nemona's like " ??????? Okay??????".

I think after that point they start getting along more. They're both smart students who look out for those around them ( Gia looking out for his team and trying not to be the leader he once was, Nemona just being a sweet heart and trying to encourage others around her). Eri is mostly the one that helps Giacomo ( and the rest of team star) get into shape for battling, but after gaining a friendship with Nemona, His ( sometimes) trains with Nemona, something she is over the MOON about. And Giacomo gives her beats to train to ( lol )whenever she goes out to, well, train.

Also!!! I dunno if there's any rules in place about Giacomo returning to the student body or not, but I can see Nemona trying to convince him to come back. I think he would be hesitant about the idea, not wanting to go back to that person he was before. Whether or not he goes back i'm completely sure of though.

And.....yeah! I think Nemona and Giacomo have the potential to be really great friends!

[daniigh0ul]

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Everyone scurries toward their classes. The hours pass by for Tati as she collects syllabuses and projects and homework from her first three periods, but it's otherwise uneventful. Finally, the lunch bell rings, and all of the students are released for an hour and a half to eat, lay out on the field, or hang out in a classroom. Tati, Omar, and Gia arrive at their designated table, which is overcrowded already with friends, except for Sam. They are nowhere to be seen. Tati is also keeping an eye out for Diego—just so he doesn’t have to sit alone at lunch, of course. SAM: HELL YEAH SENIOR YEAR LET'S GO TEACHER: Language, Shipp! Sam squeezes in between Gia and some other people. TATI: So. Sam. What’s the situation with you and Cassandra? SAM: Cassie is just a friend. We've been hanging out since Malcom's party. Don’t make it a thing. GIA: Y’all were cuddling in the gym but okay. Not a big deal. TATI: Bud. You were practically going to wear her as a second skin. SAM: Listen. I don’t kiss and tell. Gia looks away and starts talking to Sidney. GIA: So, Sidney, right? Do you think you could help me convince the team to all pose for yearbook in like a month? We need full team shots, so— SIDNEY: Yeah! If you give me a day? You can always come and take the photo at practice? Or ask Coach because she might yell at us otherwise. Meanwhile Sam discusses their senior art project and Omar complains about his math and science workload (“Why did I take these this year? I fulfilled my credits!”), Tati flips through the Career Day pamphlet. She notices a new section. Occult Positions! Now Hiring Lore Scribes, Tarot Readers, and Vampire Hunters. Apply Today at copperdalejobs.sims.gov/occult/ (A/N: not a real website!) TATI: Speaking of Career Day, my gas tank is already low and Bob refuses to let me work at the diner during the school year. OMAR: You can always ride with me. TATI & GIA: On the bus? No way. SAM: See? This is the capitalist machine at work. If you skated, rode a bike, or weren't above taking the bus— Tati glares at Sam. Sam grins and takes a bite of their burger. TATI: Anyway. I’m looking for a part time job so if anyone sees anything—from dog shit cleanup to waitressing, let me know.

The lunch bell rings and everyone wanders off toward their fourth period classes. Fourth and fifth are mostly uneventful. Sixth period however is an elective history class Tati is very excited about! It's relatively new to Copperdale High and although she isn't totally clueless about occult sims, she wants to learn about the history of their cultures.

(A/N: i have yet again girlbossed too close to the sun and needed to cut a post in two lol)

[giamee]

𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘!

( header art by happy2ning on twt !! )

୨♡୧ pairing :: roadman!childe x reader (not rlly roadman but #lol)

୨♡୧ contains :: no content warnings. roadman childe ofc lmao. i was cackling while writing this don't take it too seriously

୨♡୧ gia's notes :: oh i just know this is gonna flop. anyways first post yayy. sorry that it ended weird i didn't really know how to finish it but if this gets like 10 notes i'll write another part 🙏

so yeah ROADMAN CHILDE 😭 nothing can convince me otherwise

so ur just minding ur business at the park waiting for your friend right

and then you hear this unfamiliar voice

wagwan piffting wots your bbm pin

"ayo wys b"

you look up from scrolling on your phone to see the most beautiful person you've ever seen in your life

he's tall, wearing a puffer with grey trackies, and you have to physically stop yourself from letting your eyes wander downward, instead meeting the gaze of his clear blue eyes as he glances over your figure without shame

he's got an easy smile on his face, just bordering on a smirk and you feel yourself become self-conscious underneath his gaze

"what's your snap babe"

if it were any other guy, you wouldn't even hesitate to get up from the bench where you were sat and just leave without another word, but there's something about the way he was looking at you that made you take his phone as he hands it to you and add yourself

he looks down at the screen when you hand it back to him and a small smile graces his lips before he walks off again, leaving you feeling slightly flustered until your friend arrives, and you look down at your phone to see that tartaglia2trappy had added you by search

it was almost funny telling your friend about the encounter, but in all honesty you had mostly forgotten about him until later that evening when you were in bed, seeing a notification pop up at the top of your screen

you clicked on it before really processing it, and a simple snap popped up on screen of the guy you met earlier today

it was nothing special, just a picture of him in his bed, with the lower half of his face and the start of his shoulders that had you blushing a little

you bit your lip, hesitating before replying with a picture of yourself from the same angle, your skin barely visible thanks to the darker lighting in your room

you turned off your phone, not expecting a reply any time soon, but to your surprise your phone screen lit up again before you even placed it back down on your bedside table

and the rest was history

you had been snapping each other for the last few days a lot more than you would care to admit to your friend, each conversation leaving you pleasantly surprised as childe (as he had explained to you was his real name) and you talked well into the night, ranging from voice messages to facetime calls that played out for too long

his voice was almost soothing at this point

you were lying in bed, phone propped up next to your pillow as you watched childe on your facetime call

he was out on a walk, his pale face standing out starkly against his dark surroundings, and you found yourself almost being lulled to sleep as he rambled on about something

"so when can i see you?"

your eyes snap open at his question, a tired "hmm?" coming from your parted lips which childe snickered at

"like a date, innit"

you couldn't help the smile that spread across your lips as you nodded, watching him peer down at his phone screen, at you, and flash you a genuine smile of his own at your reaction

"so when you free, babe?"

you eyed the time, seeing how it wasn't too late, and decide to be impulsive

"i mean, since you're out now... want to meet up?"

childe smiled wider at this before rearranging his face into a calmer expression, kissing his teeth before nodding

"yeah. tell me where"

you were ready in record time, yelling out a goodbye to your parents as you left the house to meet up with him

the entire time that you walked, you could feel how nervous you were, each step making the giddy pit in your stomach grow in intensity as you finally caught sight of him, leaning comfortably against a wall and looking down at his phone

your footsteps caught his attention and he perked up at the sound, immediately straightening when he realised it was you, and you were reminded of just how tall he was compared to you

"hi"

you sounded breathless when you said it, shuffling your weight from foot to foot

"hi yourself"

you could see childe's breath curl out against the cool air, and his bright eyes appraised you once again, making you tug your coat tighter around you and second guess your choice in clothing. maybe you should have worn some makeup?

"let's go, yeah?"

and just like that, all your anxiety dissipated and you fell into an easy step with him, talking just like you had on the phone all those previous nights

୨♡୧ genshin impact masterlist

[crzytgther]

INTROOO !! ^^

hi!! i'm gianna or gia :) i love nicknames so honestly call me whatever u want lol

i'm a minor, i go by she/her, i'm american and i LOVEEE byler !!!! :33

my fav colors are purple and pink ( + blue and yellow as honorable mentions 😽 )

my favorite stranger things character is mike & my fav season is 3!

milkvan anti bc yes 😜

i mostly just post about byler, but i might start posting about some other stuff here and there as well!

other interests i have:

- kpop since 2019 !! (bts/beomhan ult😋)

- heartstopper and young royals!!!!! big fan since 2023 🫶🏻

- hamilton since 2023!! (im late lmfao ik) <3

- sturniolo triplets since march 😛

- toshi since january !!!!! 💘

- spiderman since i forget when lmaoo❣️

- friends since like forever lol !!!

more about me:

my mbti is INFP, even tho i'm a pretty outgoing ambivert :)

i looovee pets!! i have a dog, a guinea pig, and a bearded dragon 💝

i love to edit, act and dance!

OKAYY THATS ITT !!! love u guys <3333

[practically-an-x-man]

This isnt TST but an idea I had: Your OCs and their plus ones are all going to a halloween party and they come to you for extreme hollywood level makeup/effects/costuming. What do they get transformed into.

Bonus if you wanna write a fic/ramble: After the party you find out you're a Super whose powers are transformstions. All those partygoers are now really what you made their makeup/costumes for...

Ooooooh, thank you!! This will be fun!

Think I'm gonna skip that bonus part, just don't have the mental energy for it right now, but it's a cool idea!!

Talk Shop Tuesday (I'm still counting it lol)

Rae & Warren W: Honestly, I think they'd just be like "gimme the scariest thing you got", they're both pretty daring and adventurous people who are down for just about anything

Robin & Peter M: Frankenstein (it's frahnk-en-steen!) and the Creature from Young Frankenstein, Robin's favorite movie

Madison & Alex: They'd pay extra for all-night makeup service, they've got a plan. Both appear at the party looking completely normal, dressed in fairly plain clothes. Halfway through, they disappear - when they come back, Madison's a little scratched up, Alex has patches of fur and Wolfman claws, and both their clothes are torn. By the end of the party, they both disappear again, and later Madison is found on the floor of the kitchen, covered in blood and gruesome wounds with Bravo (her wolfdog) standing over her looking menacing.

Ophelia & Peter P: Oh, they don't need me. They both show up in intentionally-shitty costumes of the other's hero persona, having independently decided to try and fuck with each other in the exact same way.

Gia & Kate: Assuming Gia would even agree to going to a party in the first place... I could see them going as classic Goosebumps monsters. Gia's the humanoid plant from Stay Out of the Basement, Kate's a scarecrow from They're Alive! Alternatively, I could see them as a genderbent/WLW Seymour and Audrey from Little Shop of Horrors, with Gia's clover mixed in with her prop Twoey (ok ok, that's partially bc it gives Gia an excuse to have her clover with her and fend off a little of that anxiety... but mostly because Gia as a character is based on Seymour originally and I think it's playfully ironic)

Jasper & Kyle: Frank N' Furter and Rocky, of course! Kyle brings a robe since it would get a little uncomfortable to just wear the Speedo the whole time, but he does wear it.... the things people do for love, lol

Kestrel & Warren B: Warren's the only one who needs a costume, Kestrel will just shift into what fits with the theme. And honestly, with that freedom, it could be just about anything. Probably something Indiana Jones-themed, since they're Warren's favorite movies.

Katherine & Ahk: Honestly, Kat would probably just revisit her Bastet costume from that first Halloween party and clean it up a little, and Ahk would wear what he normally wears.

Quinn & Billy: I can't imagine Quinn would want particularly heavy makeup, since she would have to have to deal with removing it all after the party (when she's already tired and in pain from being on her feet). Maybe Morticia and Gomez Addams? That would be fun, and if Quinn wears her platforms she can really make the height difference pop (she's 6'3" without heels, Billy is 5'11"). And of course, Billy's so undeniably smitten he doesn't even need to act the part of Gomez.

Eris & Rick: Hm... tough question. On the one hand, I could see Eris getting really into it, spending weeks putting together the perfect costume only for it to be some historical figure that nobody besides them even really remembers. On the other hand, I could see them being pretty open about it, and willing to follow Rick's lead with whatever costume he decides on - as one of Eris' little hidden gestures of how much they care about him. Sorry this one's a non-answer, I just can't really think of something specific for them.

Nikoletta & Abner: Honestly, I don't know that they're the type for costumes. Neither of them really grew up in an environment where they celebrated Halloween much (save perhaps for Nikoletta being exposed to all the tourists flocking to New Orleans for the holiday), so there's not really nostalgia in dressing up, and they wouldn't be motivated to spend their hard-earned and limited money on costumes or makeup. I could see them agreeing to a group costume (probably at Harley's insistance), but they wouldn't come up with anything on their own.

Jimmy & Lars: Honestly, it would be fun enough just to play up the whole Ghostbusters thing. They're something of local celebrities, but with Lars being more of a behind-the-scenes guy and Jimmy being... well, a ghost that doesn't look like a ghost, everyone just thinks it's a damn good costume until they demonstrate the reality of it. If Lars can get his idea for a painless proton stream worked out in time, he'll make a spectacular show of "catching" Jimmy. If he can't, he'll just make a spectacular show of missing.

Spider (pre-apocalypse, attends alone): Would show up with a detailed sketch of a monster of his own devising, something super creative and super creepy. Hell, he's probably got four-leg stilts and an articulated costume tail of his own, just to add to the effect - he's a film guy, he takes Halloween seriously!

[triviareads]

so I was worried about what constituted a spoiler for my review of Mafia Virgin by Mila Finelli (here's my spoiler free review) so in honor of pub day, here's a compilation of all my notes:

Your benchmark for the Emma/Buscetta dynamic is Cross/Pippa from One Good Earl Deserves a Lover by Sarah MacLean (complete with some similar language to Pippa's "I'm fascinated by your BONES" except make it foreskin), except Giacomo isn't trying to be celibate in the least, and after he gets over his obligatory 10 seconds of guilt for wanting to fuck a 20 year old virgin (a precedent set by Fausto and utterly disregarded by Enzo lolol), he's all over Emma

So what I'm also saying is, as far as mafia romances go, this isn't super intense or out there. It's definitely not a dark romance despite how it was marketed (and a big part honestly is Giacomo is too nice), BUT it's a decent mafia romance and the sex stuff is equally solid.

The real horror, if there is any, is the classic mafia thing where it's the modern world and yet she's expected to get pregnant on an extremely short timeline; also possibly a commentary on the state of our reproductive rights?

Speaking of sex stuff— I thought it was hysterical that Giacomo actually chose to consult with a (mob) doctor on how to get his wife pregnant, and if Emma actually wanted that to begin with, I would appreciate it even more. Said doctor also tells Giacomo in the babylogue that sex can induce labor so you know what that means

Also I couldn't say it in my review but this...... was the hottest passage of Mafia Virgin. I hate to say it (actually who am i kidding i don't) but it's this not only because of the novelty but it ties excellently into their mutual breeding kink and Giacomo very early on being sad about the lack of women in his life who played with his balls:

Second hottest was prob when he came in his pants after eating her out. The thing about Giacomo is that he has a few flop moments in a way that's still hot but also really funny (see: when his ex-ish mistress REJECTED him the second she found out he has a wife; like, Katarzyna and Mariella would NEVER) especially compared to Fausto, Enzo, and Giulio (well, Giulio has his own flop moments but they're mostly business related)

Also, I think everything about this exchange is just great and Giacomo is valid when he's annoyedly like "this is a me thing :/ "

On a more random note, you can't tell me Giacomo Buscetta isn't an ally even if he is deeply unimpressed by nepo bby mafioso Giulio (who is now in charge of Málaga? lol) because he tells Giulio's assassin bf Alessio he's a fan of his work

The redemption arc I neither needed nor wanted was Roberto Mancini's— this is the man who inspired a great deal of (super valid) daddy issues in both Frankie and Gia, and you're telling me he's actually a doting dad (to Emma at least)?? I want to call bullshit. Yes, parental relationships are complicated and can vary by sibling and I totally understand why Frankie and Gia are estranged from him so why...... did we need this arbitrary redemption in book 5? And it's to the point where Roberto actually is like, "oh I never told your mom to give up her career after she married; she chose to!" and to me that invalidates so much of Frankie's conflict in the first book when she really wants to go to college and fulfil her mom's dream of having an independent career when her mother couldn't, but she's forced into an arranged marriage by her father who also disowns her once the news gets out that she's Fausto's mistress.

Anyway, I'm hoping there's a pegging bonus scene. Also, we WERE teased about potential period sex stuff which also never happened :(

[ultimateanthropoll]

RELEASE THE BRACKET

I couldn't find out how to flip the second one lol

The pairings were decided mostly on vibes alone (don't ask me what weird connections my brain makes I don't know either) and also on Rule Of Funny. It'll be split up into four parts which will release... I don't know when because classes started.

Anyway matches under the cut!

SIDE A:

Juan Carlos Bodoque (31 Minutos) vs. Duck (dhmis)

Arte Fact (Webkinz) vs. Kermit the Frog (The Muppets)

Bugs Bunny (Looney Tunes) vs. Roger Rabbit (Who framed Roger Rabbit)

Garfield the Deals Warlock (The Adventure Zone) vs. Jerry (Tom and Jerry)

Max Goof (A Goofy Movie) vs. Boris the Wolf (Bendy and the Ink Machine)

Xenia (Linux mascot) vs. Diane Foxington (The Bad Guys)

Master Tigress (Kung Fu Panda) vs. Gia (Madagascar 3)

Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic the Hedgehog) vs. Mordecai Heller (Lackadaisy)

SIDE B:

Louis (Beastars) vs. Gwen (Spiritfarer)

Prince Sidon (The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild) vs. Squidward (Spongebob Squarepants)

Renamon (Digimon) vs. Lucario (Pokemon: Lucario and the mystery of mew)

Kajortoq (No Evil) vs. Melody Amaranth (Super Lesbian Animal rpg)

Baron Humbert von Gikkingen (The Cat Returns) vs. Captain Amelia (Treasure Planet)

Fox McCloud (Starfox) vs. Red Savarin (Solatorbo: Red the Hunter)

Krtek the Mole (Krtek the Mole) vs. Flipflop (Paranatural)

Kabbu (Bug Fables) vs. Chicory (Chicory: A Colorful Tale)

SIDE C:

Nico the Catboy (Adventure Time oc) vs. Perry the Platypus (Phineas and Ferb)

Death (Puss in Boots: The Last Wish) vs. Loona (Helluva Boss)

Ralsei (Deltarune) vs. Webber the Indigestible (Don't Starve Together)

Swampy (Where's my Water) vs. Crash Bandicoot (Crash Bandicoot)

Geronimo Stilton (Geronimo Stilton) vs. Basil of Baker Street (The Great Mouse Detective)

Nick Nocturne (Night Mind) vs. Nick Wilde (Zootopia)

Bandit Heeler (Bluey) vs. Ratboy Genius (Ratboy Genius)

Hajime Tanaka (Odd Taxi) vs. Wolfrun (PreCure)

SIDE D:

Tarot (Housepets) vs. Mason (Duncan and Eddy)

Mae Borowski (Night in the Woods) vs. The Empress (A Hat in Time)

Meowscles (Fortnite) vs. Woodcutter Bear (Rhythm Heaven)

Mother Glory (Friends at the Table) vs. Haida (Aggretsuko)

Bec Noir (Homestuck) vs. Piglin (Minecraft)

Erma Felna (Albedo Anthropomorphics) vs. Nyanta (Log Horizon)

Scias (Breath of Fire) vs. Sly Cooper (Sly Cooper)

Giovanni (Night on the Galactic Railroad) vs. Lord Arum (The Penumbra Podcast)

[sapphysims]

gia lancaster

so i decided to try my hand at making a mostly vanilla sim!!! the only cc used were my default skin & eyes, as well as eyelashes bc i cant live without them LOL i love her sooo much

her outfits hehehe :3

[losergames]

Becky, hi! ♥️

Late af, but last night I finally found some time to read the demo and… wow. I really, really loved everything. Even the tiniest, little detail just blew me away, seriously. The way you use words is astounding! I could literally feel whatever the poor MC was going through, and imagining the scenery, the ambient was never so easy, let me tell you. Is there something you can’t do? (Your art is g o r g e o u s, btw ♥️)

I think I’ll join the clown squad for Maz, lol (but every single member of the crew has my entire heart and devotion). This little menace conquered me as soon as I read that: “Suca!” (as an Italian myself, thank you from the bottom of my heart. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard/used this word and I’ve missed it ♥️).

If you don’t mind, I have a little question for you (I’ve searched your blog and didn’t find it, but if the answer’ll come later in game ignore this part ajkskj): what type of car/motorcycle (I see you Dilani)/vehicle do you think best represent the gang?

Sorry for the rambling, I’ll stop writing nonsense now lol. Hope you’ll have a lovely day/night! 😘 ~ Gia

waugh!!!!!! thank you so so much, you are so incredibly kind. sorry i held onto this ask for a little while because it was just so nice to read LMAO. i am just so thrilled!!

i already have picks of vehicles for each of the crew! i will share some details and pictures down in the cut below!

Four -

four was initially hard to gauge. he's a mechanic over anything, has a real love for putting things together and problem solving. his satisfaction comes from building things than the actual aesthetic of vehicles, though he can still appreciate them!

four runs around in a mitsubishi l200 1991, an old pickup that gets him from a to b. nothing fancy.

Dilani -

i'm still not decided on what bikes dilani owns, stuck between a yamaha r15 (left) and honda cbr250r (right). both very sleek, stylish and clean in black. i think i like the yamaha better bc it looks much cooler LMAO

Sunny -

i'd say sunny has the most 'flashy' vehicle. he takes a lot of pride in his possessions, especially a high value item like a car. it is a honda civic type r fk8, a typical boy racer car, in a iridescent purple. paint job by his truly!

Maz -

maz was really easy to choose for. they own a 2006 Subaru Impreza WRX, a popular rally racing car that is often owned and modified by car heads. it doesn't stand out too much but is extremely fast with the right driver. also just a piece of trivia, it is the same car used in the first scene of Baby Driver! i imagine Maz's to be grey or black with a stripe down the middle.

Aimee -

aimee was hard to pin down as well. her love for this universe is mostly different from the others. she owns an old style camper van, a 2006 Volkswagen T2. something for all the crew to ride in when they're running errands or off to something social!