#poor man clearly misses him as much if not more than he did 2 years ago

[waugh-bao]

Keith discusses learning to cope with losing Charlie musically and personally with Howard Stern (2023)

[dreamsofminnie]

“Ethereal Paintings”

21~ Stage one denial☔️

Scaramouche x Reader Smau | Word Count: 1.2k

Pounding thumps on the front door were surprisingly nonstop for the past half an hour. Each 15 knocks were different paced every 5 minutes, as if there has been switching the knocker five times. You were glad the door didn’t allow voices to be heard from the other side, only vibrations directly placed on the door itself.

Many “No ones hommee..e…” and “No knocking plea..see.” were mumbled softly from your mouth.

Dinnertime might’ve been over by now. You couldn't tell with how you’ve been practically living on the floor in the main studio area right between the stairs towards your bedroom, and the front door, none which you had energy to get up and go to.

Luckily the kitchen counter was just several scoots away, set with a mini fridge, water boiler and a microwave.

“Refuse contact…don’t want it.”

You didn’t know when the knocks soon dispersed. But you knew they would be back the next day at the same hour.

illumi already gave up on boosting your mood and rather play with the paint brushes that dried up in your spiritless state.

Your large window wall was half covered by the thin blinds, forbidding the blinding and healthy rays of sunshine from entering anywhere near your already damaged and baggy eyes.

To be completely honest; you have only ever showered every two days or even further till you really needed it. Only because it was way too much work to take care of your needs…And all the way upstairs.

Denial was your resistance, the only way you wanted to live at the moment. And the powerlessness in your body is what the effect was.

Even forgetting those online classes you promised to attend, your mind, body and soul were in disarray.

The only routine you held was the mindless paintings you mass-produced over these weeks, as a non-functioning coping mechanism.

And the routine you did when the sky outside the glass walls were dimming, reach for your blanket and pillow, lay on the sofa bed and stare at the paintings for hours till your eyes shut on its own.

That was only day 2 of being exposed to Scaramouche’s crime against you.

The other days weren’t as end-of-the-world-health-threatening.

☔️☔️☔️☔️

Sharp taps on the black table were the only thing heard in the lonely room. The shaking of a leg bouncing up and down began soon after.

Impatient as he is, the impulsive actions he exhibits weren’t half his show of anxiety.

“Lilith” played on his phone clearly describing his inner turmoil with harsh lyrics.

Four grown men sat on the bed behind him in a row on the edge of his bed. Two sat on the floor, well.., one sat and the other was sprawled across the ground.

For the man Scaramouche, aka. Kabukimono, aka. the man who is curling himself into a ball of nerves, was sitting at his computer screen discarding every single A.I.-produced image he ever held—correcting a mistake he should’ve repressed a whole long ago.

A string of curses leaves his soured lips, his eyebrows furrowing even more than possible. “When did I fucking download these onto google drive?!? You bitch!! Prime fucking ass.”

“PFTT!!”

“When was the last time we ever saw i-give-no-fucks-Scara?”

“Just last year. What are you on Venti..” Albedo kicks the one spread across the floor with his criss-cross legs.

“Green tea crepe—cakes!~” Tighnari wanted to step on Venti’s head rolling across the floor, if only he was closer…

“I made that cake for Ayato but you just HAD to get your grubby hands on it.” Tighnari motioned Albedo to kick him again, or to use Venti as a seat instead of the hard floor.

“Mercy–!!!”

Sounds of constant clicking and idle chatter was keeping the room occupied as the only one working hard was deadly silent. Minus the vulgar curses at the poor computer.

Ayato flipped through pages of the stack of documents he fingered through. He was indeed busy but wouldn’t miss this rare one-in-a-lifetime redemption arc in his favorite drama show.

“Kazuha. What do you think about the health department?” He didn’t look up from the papers as Kazuha answered.

“Hm? I think they can do much better.” Kazuha has been assisting Ayato with some of his work since Ayato thought his ideals and views were quite insightful.

“Very good. But I meant health inspectors. There are ones who come to the boba shop and stay long for the knowledge of our traditional japanese cleaning facilities. And now I have 27 health check placks…”

Kazuha laughed at the ridiculousness at the entirety of it. “Maybe just hang them all up to drive away any other incoming health inspector.”

Ayato hummed at that suggestion in agreeance and scribbled onto the documents to save for later. Kazuha points out more points to add.

Kaveh, the one closest to Scara and helping him, leans back on one hand behind him as he scrolls though his phone mindlessly. “Remember to delete those off your twitter. Hmn now the account has no such purpose…best to get rid of it!”

“I know that!!! Shut up!”

“Hey, I'm trying to help!!”

“What help do you provide if you tell me things I am actively conscious of.” He swivels in his chair and violet eyes burn in unbridled anger and pain at Kaveh directly sitting behind him.

A beat of awkward and tense silence fills the dimly lit room.

“Scaramouche. We know you are panicking in trying to scrape up the pieces of your torn relationship—”

Ayato looks up from his papers and tries to catch his glare that only burned straight through Kaveh who avoided his gaze sweating profusely.

“—but that's why we have all managed time here to help you recuperate. And not once have you asked for help. What else would you rather us do here than try and reach to help you.”

Scaramouche darts his eyes to Ayato at the head of his bed. His teeth clenched together. They all knew Scaramouche had too much pride and ego for him to ask for help. Others have to actively put help in front of him for Scara to take it.

The chair swivels back to the desk, stiff and unmoving like the walls Scaramouche has once again built over and over.

His friends behind him internally sigh, they lost Scara to his obstinate personality once again.

“Then help me in another area.”

As unyielding defines his personality Scara doesn’t like his personal affairs meddled in the hands of others– “WHAT!?”

Those words shook everyone who stared at his back with mouths agape and eyes widened.

“Were the crepe cake poisonous??!? Did Scara-dookie ask for help?!?!” Venti jumped up from the floor in a scramble.

“Say that again. I dare you.”

Despite the usual venom, Scaramouche’s hands rested on either side of his drooped head, hiding any peeping views of his expressions.

“I dare you second.” Tighnari knocked Venti’s head at the thought of him thinking his cake could ever be poison, then turned to Scaramouche.

“You mean what to do with Y/n right? Since you got figured out.” They could see the tiniest of nods from his posture.

“Weelll, since she basically exposed your ass with a 5-foot diagram of every opposing thing you’ve ever done to offend her…..you have the slimmest chance of recovery.”

Scaramouche slammed his chair into the desk with how fast he turned around. The desperation and anguish in his face conquered any trace of fear or hesitance in confronting you.

Albedo smirked in attracting his full attention and determination. “But of course, you have much more chances when you have this much support from your friends.”

With everyone’s smiles on him, Scaramouche has never felt this much supportive feelings of warmth.

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Synopsis{3}-> Scara decided to stop his a.i art creations when he realized that you are really his fav artist—as long as you were the one to teach him how to paint and draw. Facing multitudes of slip of the tongue from your friends; you figured out that he was your mortal nemesis; hatred brewed and twisted your view on him.

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[idealisticrealism]

TCL 3x05 thoughts

The main things:

This ep starts literally immediately after last ep ended, and then takes place over 2 full days

Looks like Thony and Jorge swapped numbers at some point lol; I guess Dante got tired of being the go-between haha. But for a guy that was so concerned yesterday about Thony missing her interview, he sure seems chill about pulling her away today… only to have nothing for her but an unintentionally murdered guy and an uncomfortable fight with his sister lol. That’s a bit embarrassing for you there, Jorge! I like that he later ended the business call about Nadia’s payout to be able to answer her, and then followed through on her request to talk to Ramona on her behalf. And then she shows up at his office– did she google him or did he actually tell her where to find him??-- and tries to convince him to nullify the Amber Alert, and ngl I enjoy the fact that much of their dynamic so far is basically Thony either ordering or begging him to do something, and him being like “No” and making some mocking remark to her about it… and then later doing exactly what she asked/suggested lol. Thony (and especially the potent combination of Thony and Luca) really does have some kind of magic power over the men of this family… though Arman seemed to accept it far more quickly and eagerly than Jorge, who’s still half-heartedly trying to resist haha. But then again, the man still showed up at her court hearing and not only provided the exact thing she asked for, but he also stayed to see the outcome and her reaction?? Like I’m absolutely hearing Nadia’s words to Arman rn: “You love the way she looks at you when you do these things for her. When you are her hero”... Jorge got his first real taste of that during the last ep, and looks like he already wants more haha

Thony and Ramona are clashing more and more which is potentially going to be very problematic for Thony when they lose Arman and she is no longer shielded by her connection to him… but I guess that’s when Jorge’s growing regard for her is going to come into play, and create an interesting divide with the siblings…

Poor Thony reliving the trauma of losing Luca, only even more terrifying this time because instead of Marco (who sucked but was at least relatively safe), he could be with someone who intends to hurt him. “We’ve been down this road before” yeah in more ways than one

“You and Armando will work together, so when I’m gone…(etc)” okay this is a very odd statement for a 50-something to make??? And she later says something about bringing Arman home ‘while there’s still time’-- time for him, or her?? Like is Ramona secretly dying and that’s why she’s so determined to get Arman back, so Jorge will still have family watching over him? Surely the writers wouldn’t use a plotline like that though, not given how we lost Adan…….? 

Okay let’s all pretend that we believe that a 6 year old kid, who had barely experienced the world outside his own bedroom before a few months ago, managed to navigate the streets of a major city on foot to a location that’s a 10 minute drive away, and then also somehow snuck into a large public facility undetected and didn't raise red flags as an unaccompanied kid hanging there for hours lol

Ugh so much love for the courtroom scene and the fam all giving their testimony. I love that they were all clearly ready to commit perjury if needed (eg by covering up Thony’s shady activities if asked about it) and that they also said such beautiful, heartfelt things, because god did Thony need to hear those things. After everything she has gone through, and everything that her actions to protect Luca put the rest of the family through, she’d clearly started to question (like we saw in the kitchen earlier with Fi)  whether she is actually truly good– a good mother, a good family member, and a good person in general– or if she only brings pain to those around her.  The forgiveness and support of her family doesn’t erase what she’s done, but it is going to be a huge part of how she moves forward and grows as a person, and I’m really looking forward to seeing more of that journey.

I also loved that the people trying to take Luca away were two crusty old guys, while Thony’s lawyer (who looked like she was trying not to cry when Thony did her big speech), and the judge, and of course Susan (who, while on the CPS side, is actually fairly impartial and in some ways shows a lot of regard for Thony, and didn’t raise an objection even though she could have) are all women. It feels like a subtle nod to the themes of both motherhood and women supporting other women in this show, and that’s really cool. 

Other stuff:

Congrats to Fi for finally getting to have her own Traumatised Showering Scene haha, I think Thony has had at least 2 or 3 by this point. But I did feel for Fi and Chris that they barely even got to begin to unpack what happened to them because things were just immediately about Luca. Also ngl that music/voiceover combo right at the start with the abrupt fadeout was a bit weird lol

“Sometimes I wish I was a turtle, so I could hide in my shell” #relatable

Love the sweet JD/Fi stuff, though this dude needs to recognise his place in the family hierarchy and not make calls that aren’t his to make lol. Leave the dealing with big important stuff to the women, buddy, you’re out of your depth!  

Speaking of dudes messing things up… seriously Dante? Accidentally killing the best lead your bosses have to getting their relative back? That’s embarrassingly amateurish. Unless there’s actually more going on here than we realise, and he did it deliberately to keep the guy from talking??

Ok seriously how many doors lead outside from Luca’s room?? I know it’s a converted sun-room and not a proper bedroom, but still, they should at least be locked if not also securely barricaded. Geez.

Ah the many facets of Jorge, comfortable in a homeless camp and while torturing a guy in a warehouse, but also in a courtroom and a fancy corner office, and also while kneeling in a kitchen doorway to earnestly accept a gift of a cupcake from a 5 year old lol

Thony always tells Luca she’s never going to let anything bad happen to him… but uhhh, a little too late there, don’t you think Thony? Poor kid has been through more ‘bad things’ than most adults, and most of them have happened within the last 6 months lol

Lol at Thony trying to tell the officer to drop the charges against Dante and he’s just like ‘nope’ haha. I bet she really misses her surgeon days when she could just give orders and people would follow them without question

No Nadia this week! Honestly it felt weird not to see her; it really feels like she is part of the family now, and I’m looking forward to more of her and Thony working together

Goddamn I really gotta learn Spanish.

[bloodgulchblog]

Okay okay okay okay. I will dump a list of thoughts and feelings here:

good god rvb get better jokes, a couple were still pretty good but woof. the "you guys are so predictable i could leave a prerecorded message" bit was incredibly stale and i felt like the zoom call joke went on for 15 years.

red team's interactions in the early part of this while sarge is still there are so rote, man.

yes caboose's voice is different, i was curious about how they were going to handle that. (there was a falling out with the old guy, i mostly just know he said some shit during the george floyd protests but looking it up it sounds like something had happened earlier and he'd been laid off in 2019.)

fascinated that sarge's death stuck, but i've always thought grif and simmons without sarge was interesting, so. why not. i feel like with red team especially here, the whole point is that life moves on? this is very much a "you grow up and move on from the things you loved when you were young" kind of story and sarge is one of the most big goofy cartoon parts of the show, so ending him and having grif and simmons figure out how to move on from him has meaning i guess. the older people who shaped your world inevitably pass out of it. not to give rvb too much credit, but hey.

poor tucker, but i still think maybe having an incredibly angsty unexplored subplot might be better than having to spend 2 seasons having all his character growth dissolved away in favor of absent father jokes and whatever the fuck all that shit was in 16

live commentary on the whole thing with red team acting like they were abandoning caboose and then coming back to help him:

also this:

simmons you poor nerd i'm sorry it took all the way to here to give you anything, wasn't expecting this to be a good season for simmons of all people but at least he got something.

THE REAL CURVEBALL WAS I NEVER EXPECTED THEM TO GET KATHLEEN ZUELCH TO REPRISE TEX EVER AGAIN, i was going to make a crack about how tex getting a better ending would've never been on my bingo card in a billion years but i'm actually not sure this counts because i never cared about chex enough to think about it that hard. raincheck.

tex protecting carolina is nothing but it's also everything.

i'm stupid and missed that doc was dead for a while holy shit that's actually really sad and on the one hand oof, but on the other hand i love really sad things. fuck.

restoration donut only coming back for one last stupid fucking gay joke in an aside vs season 17 centering donut and how he was always such a neglected character. hmm. hmmmmm. hmmmmmmmmm.

it's sad wash wasn't there more, but i really did love "wash throws himself off a cliff to intentionally injure himself and summon carolina instead of contacting her in a more normal way" for him.

and i love that if something bad happens to wash carolina will come down on whatever it is like a hammer from orbit. at the very least, it made me so happy to have it reinforced one last time how much those two mean to one another before the end. after everything i enjoy a moment of them being okay.

overall i do think the group splitting up in pieces feels better to me than them all living together in a big weird codependent cluster forever, it feels like a braver and more true ending, but it's one of those things where season 17 was so much better at thinking about the inner lives of a bunch of characters that it's hard for me to say this is clearly better without reservation in all areas. like, sometimes people matter to you intensely for a big chunk of your life but then you have to move on. and fuck, maybe that's not even forever, but i feel good about grif getting to finally go home and i feel good about grif and simmons saying goodbye to one another and trying to be normal about it. let them have some space from one another. they need space to decide who they are with this part of their lives being over.

nothing they did here can stop me from shipping that and i can very easily fanfic out an ending for them in my brain from this. i'm fine. i'm thriving.

POOR POOR TUCKER, please hug tucker, he has to be going through so much right now.

i wonder if locus, somewhere out there, feels like he dodged a bullet and doesn't know why. (i wish he'd had to deal with red team one last time)

idk i probably have more thoughts kicking around feel free to talk to me i've been so insane about this for so long it's my oldest brainrot-

[spacecowboysfrommars]

cracks knuckles boi you have no IDEA the kind of lunacy you've unleashed by asking for readers' feelings about "These Webs We Weave" within my hearing. Emotionally while reading your fic I was just making pterodactyl noises. I am STILL not okay.

but alright alright so. Theories.

I have an awful suspicion that John is going to get Peter back at some point and I HATE it. I've got my own Peter Tingle about it called foreshadowing and I hate it so much (but also it's really artfully done though. Chekhov's evil man gonna show up at some point to cause more pain). I'm miserable about it.

I kind of wonder if Tony's going to end up captured too. We do be enjoying when Tony has to watch his kid get tortured. Sucks a lot. Angst, mayhem. Horrible. My only evidence for this being a possibility is like, all that scarring on Peter's back makes me think Tony's going to have to, at some point, bear witness to the location where it happened.

SHIELD is being shady as hell and (Chris Evans voice) I Don't Like It.

The very end of the last chapter (ch 5), for example. Fury: "Call me when you change your mind" Tony: "won't be doing that" and it's like... Tony, babe, why are you ASKING the universe to step on you.

I have another theory where Peter slowly, slowly gets more comfortable being apart from Tony, ease up on that codependency, only for New Trauma to get that whole plan shot to hell and send both of them right back to separation anxiety square 1

Peter deserves to grieve more for the teenage experiences he missed out on. I hope he gets to do that. I hope Tony gets to support him through his journey of doing that.

Here's another theory: Part of Peter's healing could end up being him having to hero the fuck up. Like, he clearly feels really incapable and helpless right now, which makes sense given he's been victimized and tortured for 2 years straight. But if it ends up being up to him to save the day, and if, in spite of his fear, he manages it -- would be absolutely soul ascending

Questions I still don't know ANY answers to:

wtf WTF is up with the clone thing they buried???

(which by the way side now, oh my GOd poor Tony. Stabbing me in the heart would've hurt less thank you)

Is Happy going to eventually encounter the person he reminds Peter of right now? because if so I hope Happy gets to 1-hit KO destroy him

Did the public ever make the connection between Spider-Man and Peter?

Are we going to get any paparazzi trope in this fic?

is Peter going to go back to school? (....I do want Peter to get to graduate, actually :( he deserves it)

Is his body permanently scarred now, even with his super healing?

Does the not eating impact his super healing or strength or powers at all?

Feel free to not answer these questions and just go >:) because yeah I realize now that these are just more theories in question form.

HOWEVER, here are two actual questions for you:

What was the first spark that inspired you to write this fic?

Are there scenes that you're looking forward to writing in later chapters? Will we know when we get there?

To understand my pterodactyl psyche whilst reading your fic, just imagine all of this nonsense happening in my brain ALL AT THE SAME TIME.

YES YES YES I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS

I can’t confirm or deny anything but I WILL say that you’re on to something pretty important >:)

I’ll also say that in terms of his scarring, it’s sorta slowly healing, but it’s a pretty horrific injury that’ll take a lot longer than usual, even with his super-healing. And yes, it’s kinda sorta a little bit implied (in later chapters) that being half-starved for two years impacts his strength, but not by much.

and for the two amazing (seriously you are my favourite person to rant with) questions:

1. The first spark of inspiration was actually a re-read of my all-time favourite fic, Come My Darling, Homeward Bound by buckleyirondad. That was the fic that got me back into irondad back in early 2021, after being absent from the fandom for over a year. It got me completely obsessed with the kidnapping trope, specifically long-term captivity and trying to fit back in to a world they were taken from. I’ve wanted to write something similar for a while but didn’t really figure out exactly how I wanted to do it until my most recent re-read. Highly recommend checking out Liberty’s irondad stories (as well as her 911 fics) because she’s an incredible writer and CMDHB profoundly effected me.

2. Absolutely! I literally get giddy looking through my chapter notes sometimes. Once I actually get the chapters finished and uploaded, I’ll probably post again about what scenes I enjoyed the most. With the adoption storyline in play, there’s a lot of domestic stuff and family drama that I’m really looking forward to.

I adore every single thing you post on here.

[cassdrabbles]

So much had changed. It was like waking up in an alternate universe where some other man had married his wife and there was not a shred of Thomas to be found.

He stood in the home that had once been bought by him but the walls were different colours, and the sofa that was once brown was now royal blue. The curtains were patterned and while pictures with his face lined the mantle Thomas felt like he was looking at a stranger. A baby cried in the distance, not really a baby at this point but a boy of almost 2.

That’s how long Thomas had been gone; long enough that his wife had been pregnant, given birth, and they now had a toddler. For him it felt like moments but clearly it had been years.

Thomas didn’t want to appear agitated, or to worry anyone, so he lifted his worried brow and attempted to put on a relaxed expression. Acutely aware that the lines on his face gave away his emotions without pause.

The baby stopped crying and Thomas could hear the faint soft singing of his wife as she calmed the poor boy. It had been a long day where he had been up early, waited with his mother in a hot hall, been thrust into the arms of a man he did not know all the while hundreds of others yelled, screamed, and cried in reunion. It was a lot for Thomas to handle, not to mention a child who barely had any understanding of the world.

He hoped desperately that the fatherly love would come, that one day he would look at the boy and see his son. It wasn’t that Thomas didn’t care for him, he loved the child desperately, but upon first meeting the boy it felt like he was meeting a nephew or a friend’s child. It had yet to sink in that this boy was his, no matter how logic screamed it at him. His son had his blue eyes and his dark hair, with Edith’s mouth and nose. Thomas recognized himself in the boy, that wasn’t the issue, it was that he had loved him for so long through photographs and anecdotes that it almost felt unreal to see him in the flesh.

The family had gone home, to their home, and Edith prepared them a meal. The first dinner as a family and Thomas had played with the boy after dinner while Edith cleaned up. They were becoming more familiar with each other, though both Thomas and his son both still held a bit of wariness to one another.

When Edith asked if Thomas wanted to help her bathe and put their son to bed he had politely declined, telling her that he was tired and needed to lie down for a few minutes. In reality it felt too sacred a ritual for him to be a part of, that his presence alone would ruin something so special for Edith and her child. Thomas was scared. He had missed out on so much already and he feared that his relationship with the boy would never come to fruition because of it.

Thomas had been in the bedroom for just short of an hour when he heard Edith come in, he should have turned to look at her but still frozen in his own thoughts his back remained to her as he heard her getting ready in the adjoining bathroom. He lay so still that Edith probably thought he was asleep, fast asleep, and she would not have blamed him after the day.

There was something so soft, so gentle, and so understanding about Edith. It was why Thomas fell in love with her. She would never fault him for missing out on bath time, or bedtime, or simply falling asleep before the two of them properly got to talk. It was like she understood how tired he was from his time abroad; how his bones ached now that he was able to finally rest. How his heart his heart felt so full from being home that it ached. She understood him better than he understood himself.

He had spent so long missing this, wishing to be in this exact moment, but now that it was here he felt frozen. Sleepless nights spent in the trenches praying to god he would get to see Edith again, dreaming of waking up next to her, and now it felt like his chest was going to cave in. A low buzzing sounded deep in his skull, annoying but persistent, causing Thomas to close his eyes tightly retreating into himself until he felt like the darkness behind his eyelids was going to swallow him whole. He could feel nothing, hear nothing but buzzing, see nothing.

But then there was lavender and it was all gone.

Opening his eyes Thomas felt the smell envelope him just as the darkness had moments before but instead of anxious it made him feel safe. That was a peculiar feeling, safety. His fists unclenched and letting out a shaky breath he slowly turned over onto his back and sat up twisting his frame until his feet felt solid ground beneath them. And there she was like a light at the end of a dark tunnel, grounding him in this moment; his wife.

Edith

Edith was doing nothing particularly special just standing at the mirror combing out her dark hair She wore a simple cotton sleep dress, the light fabric smoothing over her frame. From his position on their bed Thomas could smell the intoxicating scent of her lavender lotion, the same one she wore years before, and realized it was the scent that had drawn him from his panic. His wife had always been beautiful, striking from the first moment he saw her across the room. Dark hair framing a pale face with eyes of green, the softest of mouths that made the softest of smiles.

Love incarnate.

“I thought you’d already gone to bed” Edith smiled as she turned off the light in the bathroom and headed towards him. Thomas couldn’t help but feel a weight lift off his chest, the sick feeling that had found a place in the pit of his stomach earlier in that day dissipating. This felt familiar, this felt like home. Edith felt like home.

A small pang of guilt sounded in his chest at the thought. He was so uncomfortable earlier with their child, in the home that Edith had worked so hard to make nice for him and yet here with her undivided attention he felt at ease. For a second his chest began to hurt again wondering if maybe his feelings earlier were just selfishness, jealousy of having to share his wife’s attention. But he knew deeply it wasn’t that. It was that in all this unfamiliarity Edith was the sole thing he had that felt familiar. Thomas had to be kind to himself because the familiarity of everything else would come with time.

He wasn’t broken, he was healing.

“No, I just wasn’t feeling my best” Thomas explained reaching out towards her steadying his hands on either side of her hips to draw her near to him, “It’s just overwhelming to come home because for so long I didn’t know if I ever would”. Looking up at Edith’s face he paused for a moment studying her features, memorizing the new lines that had appeared with age, taking her in as she was now before him. “I’ve waited so long for this day, I’ve waited so long to be with you and the baby and it’s just a lot to handle in one day”.

He was aware he didn’t need to explain himself further, Edith understood and yet he felt this nagging in his chest to continue speaking. To say all the things he had wanted to say for years. To thank her for her loyalty and for keeping their life together while he was gone. To promise that he just needed time, that if she could just be patient with him that he would go back to the man she needed him to be.

But the words refused to come.

They would have their space eventually it just didn’t feel like tonight was that night. Instead Thomas reached a hand from Edith’s hip to gently cup her cheek, relishing in familiar softness under his thumb.

“I missed you"

The statement itself was an understatement. He had not just missed Edith but instead had spent years mourning the loss of her. It was as if part of him had been taken and Thomas had been in pain since the moment he left her only now to have the pain soothed, the missing piece returned.

Thomas felt whole.

Drawing her into him Thomas held his gaze on her face for a beat more only closing his eyes as he finally kissed her. Edith tasted of mint toothpaste with a hint of her merlot from dinner, she tasted of the fulfillment of all his wishes and wants, she tasted like the greatest thing he had ever tasted so bright and full bodied laced with the most familiar of tastes. He had not realized until that moment how badly he needed her. Not until his blood felt hot, the stars behind his eyelids reddened, and his heart began to beat with one word: Edith.

At some point his hand had moved back to her hips, scrunching the cotton nigh gown between his fists, sliding it up in handfuls until his palms grazed soft skin.

As quickly as it had started the kiss was abruptly ended as Edith pulled from his mouth, her green eyes burning with not the same lust his must have but instead….trepidation. Enough so that Thomas felt himself hackling with alarm, an edginess quelling the fire.

Edith had never been afraid of him before. He had never done anything to cause her harm physically or mentally. Thomas was a gentle man before the war, had something changed? They had worked hard to build a relationship on mutual trust and adoration and yet the look on her face read of indecision. As if she expected him to react with volatility.

“Thomas, I just want…..I need you to know that things are different since I had the baby. I’m different. This is….different” the way her hands flew wildly around herself left Thomas perplexed as he tried to make sense of what message she was trying to convey. What was different? This is different.

Realization hit him like a hot iron, burning straight into his chest. Thomas had read her expression all wrong. It was not fear that laced Edith’s face. She was not scared of him. She was scared of his reaction to…..her. The look was one of insecurity, the same one she gave him the first night he undressed her much like this. The one that put every single bad thought she had ever had on full display for him. Every voice, every insecurity laid bare before Thomas as if he were capable of changing his mind simply because of what lie under her nightgown. Voices he had at one point spent months quieting and quelling, replacing them with praises and adoration.

But now he had been gone for years.

It was easy to be selfish during the war. To think that Edith was safe and happy back at home while he was the one dealing with the cruelness of the world. To some extent that was true. Edith would never know the stench of death nor have her hands caked so thickly with blood and mud that she could not see her skin. She would never know the way a plane engine could send paralyzing waves of fear down her spine, nor how the ground shook when a bomb was dropped merely 50 yards from you.

Edith would never understand those horrors, nor would Thomas ever want her to understand them.

However, that did not take away from the reality of her situation. She was a young woman whose husband was taken off to war, pregnant when he left, without anyone to help her. Edith had to cook and clean and wear a smile even when she felt like crying. Birth a baby on her own and yet maintain complete composure. She had to worry about whether she would see her husband again, if their son would ever meet his father. Thomas might have been through the horrors of war, but Edith had faced her own horrors here on the home front. While Thomas’ were thousands of miles away, Edith’s were still right here in this very house.

The strength that took was not lost on Thomas. Not once during his deployment did he take for granted his wife back home and even now as she stood before him, as meek as the night they married, his heart surged with nothing but pure awe for the woman before him.

His wife, the mother of his child, the pin that held his world together.

“You have always been the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on and I plan on ravishing every single part of you until that sun comes up”

The words were bold but Thomas meant them with every fiber of his being. They were not just a statement, but a sacred promise. He would love her no matter what, there was not a physical change on this earth that could occur that would change that. To think that a goddess like her would ever fear the thoughts of a mere mortal like himself. Thomas was barely worth to lay piously at her feet, much less love her. Did she not realize how broken he had become? How broken he always was? How many women lesser than her had left men greater than him during the war? And yet she was concerned for his opinion.

Blasphemy. Absolutely blasphemy.

Refusing to break eye contact with Edith, Thomas gently lifted the cotton gown over her head allowing it to drop in a pool on the floor behind her. Blue eyes meeting green eyes relaying all the unspoken promises, their worldly vows, and every sentiment of longing they knew. The eye contact remained for over a minute until her eyes flecked with gold, breaking from the feelings of uncertainty replacing with a look of trust.

His hands finally dared to touch her, placing gently on each bare hip, feeling her softness under his callouses. It was only then he dared allowed his eyes to slide from her face, taking in his wife in her most vulnerable state.

Edith was all softness and curves. A wash of milky white skin, unmarred and unmarked. So clean that Thomas wondered for a moment if his touch would soil her. The memory of her like this was nothing more than a hazy film from years prior and so the differences were not apparent to Thomas. Maybe her breasts were fuller? Or her stomach softer? However whatever had caused Edith alarm was lost on Thomas. She was still extraordinarily out of his league and his skin still reddened at only the sight of her.

Carefully gripping her sides Thomas pulled Edith towards him until her knees hit the side of the bed, holding her steady as she stood now centimeters from his face. Thomas could feel his breath, warm, reflecting off of her skin back onto his own face and he held her there for a minute just allowing himself to relish in her.

Intoxicating. Edith had always been. But even more so at this moment where Thomas felt his body begin to ache with need for her. Gentle lips finally met flesh as Thomas inhaled deeply against Edith, his head dizzying at the interaction. He could feel her shutter beneath his hands as his mouth traced over the plane of her stomach, relishing in every touch.

Beautiful. Thomas barely registered that he had spoken the word against her skin until he heard a low chuckle emit from Edith. So lost in memorizing every inch of skin, honoring every cell of her being. Moving Edith back from him a touch Thomas fell on his knees before her; a worshipper at the feet of his goddess. Edith was the sun, the moon, the beginning, the end and Thomas was no more than just a lucky bastard allowed to pay his respects.

An overwhelming sense of mania took over Thomas, his body overcome with the lust that flooded his veins and muddled his senses. The softness of his mouth turned hard as he peppered kisses and accompanying nips to Edith’s stomach, hips, and thighs. It was like he had awoken from the dream that had encompassed him for the last several years and if he did not act fast enough then she would simply disappear before him.

Adjusting himself on his knees so that he could sink lower, Thomas’ hands moved from her hips to cup the globes of her ass, fingers digging into soft flesh as he nudged her thighs open greedily with his nose. Intoxicating; Thomas felt dizzy and euphoric and drunk all at once. Though it had been years since he had Edith in his capacity, it was like his body remembered running on muscle memory as his mouth moved from her inner thigh to her core. His tongue lashed desperately, searching through her folds unceremoniously until he found the spot that finally elicited a squeak of approval from the woman above him.

That was all it took for Thomas to feast upon her like a starved man, as if she was the last bit of water tying him to life itself. He barely registered how tightly he gripped her now, pulling her as close as humanly possible until his senses were full of only her. Nothing else in the world existed, nothing outside of this moment existed. Time was a metric that had not been created and it could have been moments or hours. Thomas didn’t care, he had years worth of pent up stamina and each ounce was going to be used to properly devour her.

Edith’s hands yanked at his hair, fistfuls of black holding her steady against his voraciousness. Moans, cries, curses all lost on Thomas’ ears only registering her sounds when his name began to fall from her lips a string of praises matching his own heartbeat.

Thomas. Thomas. Thomas.

His tongue became gentler against her, wanting to draw out this moment as he coaxed her orgasm out of her. Softly tracing confessions of love against her as she shook in his palms. Thomas wanted to remain in this moment forever where there was no threat, no horrors, nothing except for he and she. His lips pursed around her clit, giving it a suck as one of his hands reached between her thighs from behind to dip into her rhythmically.

A break from his name in the form of a shout caused Thomas’ free hand to grip Edith tighter, steadying her as her knees weakened against him. Her body shook but his mouth remained on her without rest, only stopping when her body grew slack beneath his touch.

With one last chaste kiss to her now pulsing bud, Thomas retreated. His face and fingers were sticky with her and he felt deliciously satisfied. Loosening his hold on her Thomas allowed Edith to fall from her stance above him, gently helping her down onto her own knees and into his arms as they sat there on the floor together. Her face held an expression of euphoria mixed with exhaustion as if her orgasm had finally allowed her to rest after years of busyness.

They said nothing at first, just held each other’s gaze as their chests synced and they began to breathe as one. Thomas opened his mouth to speak but words failed him as Edith took a deep breath and her resolve crumbled. The room that had once been filled with moans and cries of pleasure now replaced with sobs.

Thomas tucked Edith closer to him, pulling her up in his arms to cradle her as he held her against him. The sobs grew louder and it wasn’t until he felt his own tears in Edith’s hair that Thomas realized he had been crying right alongside her. The tears weren’t sad but instead filled with relief. As if they both finally were taking their first breaths after nearly drowning. As if both were finally coming to life once more.

It felt good to cry. Thomas hadn’t cried once while away. Not at the sight of others dying. Not at the letters Edith sent him. Not when he felt so alone that his chest threatened to cave in. And yet here he was weeping freely with his wife, finally allowing himself to feel every emotion he had ever felt.

“You did so good. You were so strong. I’m so proud of you” the words were a whispered chant against the top of Edith’s head, “I’m here now. You’re not alone. You don’t have to keep being so strong. I’m here now”.

The horrors of war reached far beyond the measures of the battlefield. There was death and despair far beyond the trenches Thomas had once inhabited. However now that he was home there was one thing that he knew, Edith would never have to bear all of it on her own again. He would spend his last breath protecting her and helping to shoulder the burdens of her own. She wasn’t alone, he had always been with her but now, Thomas vowed, she would never feel alone again. Together they would get through this, together they would heal. Together, one day, they’d feel whole again.

[fossadeileonixv]

Milan 4 Udinese 2

THUMBS UP

DIAZ was clearly the MOTM. A perfect 10. The best performance he has had in almost a year. He contributed to all 4 goals including a goal, assist, 2nd assist and he also put in the shot that led to Calabria’s rebound shot and eventual PK. Found joy drifting wide right a lot creating a mismatch as he, Calabria and Messias overloaded Udniese’s left. At times we had 5-6 players filling that space and Udinese had no answers.

How nice was it that springtime REBIC to how up on Saturday? The guy who usually drifts through the fall was stellar. Two nice finishes and even kept his cool when Udinese tried to rattle him. The finish from the Calabria cross was world class. 

THEO not only had the PK but played stellar defense all afternoon. nothing came down his side. Also did an excellent job turning turnovers into quick counters. Chipped in with a second assist on the Diaz goal. 

CALABRIA Offensively earned the PK with a great drive to goal and later on deliver a laser of a cross for Rebic’s first goal. Struggled a bit defensively at times but was brilliant going forward. 

KALULU Had a very busy night with the midfield being off. made an incredible crossfield diagonal run to snuff out a Deulofeu chance. Was certainly the better CB on the day. 

MAIGNAN Made 2 nice saves and was excellent again in distribution. Wouldn’t say he was at fault on either goa. Both times his teammates failed in positioning and bodying people up. 

THUMBS DOWN

MESSIAS was easily the FOTM as his mistakes led to both goals. He lost Becao on the opener and then later lost Masina before half. He simply cannot be on the field if he defends that poorly. Our 4231 system demands more than he offered on Saturday. Unacceptable. 

LEAO was mostly used as a decoy on Saturday. Milan overloaded the opposite side of the pitch knowing Leao demands the attention of 2-3 defenders on the other side. It opened up everything and led to 4 gals. no complaints here. 

BENNACER and KRUNIC both had some nice highlights but overall I thought were poor and slow. Udinese’s couple chances via the break came straight down the middle putting all the pressure on the CBs. 

I also thought TOMORI had one of his poorer showings. Looked slow, especially on the aforementioned break by Deulofeu where Kalulu had to come streaking across the pitch to save him. 

SUBS

SALAD could have come on much sooner. Fair play to Pioli for not humiliating Messias by yanking him. If you doubt his usefulness look at his defending in the 95th minute against Beto. Was not bullied by a much bigger player. if that’s Messias this game ends 4-3. 

GIROUD played striker then sat deeper as Origi made runs. man never skips a beat. 

ORIGI Had several really nice runs. Big and strong. 

POBEGA  Also could have come on sooner. Especially with Krunic on a yellow. 

CDK Oh baby. One goal called back. Was everywhere. More please. 

COACH PIOLI

Excellent game plan. As mentioned earlier loaded up the right daring Udinese to choose whether to leave Leao 1v1 or commit numbers to the other side. At times we had 5-6 players crashing the right right often times against only 2-3 Udinese defenders. Worked to perfection. At times this exposed the midfield and CBs but both held up just well enough. Another masterclass by papa Pioli.His ability to craft ideas and a plan for each opponent is remarkable.Having a squad with so many players that can play multiple roles makes him appear the mad genius. 

OFFICIAL BOX SCORE (as per Lisi)

Goals (assists)

Theo (1) PK (Calabria)

Rebic (1) (Calabria, Diaz)

Diaz (1)  (Theo)

Rebic (2) (Diaz)

I’ll be keeping my own version of goals and assists this year. Mostly because I’m curious and also because Serie A and the soccer world in general is notoriously stingy with assists. Also last years stat totals sucked. 

SHOTS, SHOTS BLOCKED AND MISSES... 

As you all know there is nothing I hate more than a shot that sails into the stands. It’s essentially a turnover that hands the other team a goal kick. Our old friend Jack Bonaventura was the master of this. Shot after shot out of touch for a goal kick. So from now on I will refer to those as ‘misses’. There will be shots on target, those that require a save. There will also be blocked shots and misses. I think by the end of the year this will give us a better picture of what is going on during games. 

In the Udinese game we took 14 total shots. Of those 5 were on target, 2 were blocked and 7 were misses. 

I’ll be tracking these this year as well. 

More later this week as we take a look around the league and also look forward to next Sunday’s game against Atalanta. 

FORZA MILAN!

Lisi

[albertasunrise]

Let the Best Man Win - Part 5

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Summary: You’ve known Frankie all your life and have harboured a crush on him for as long as you can remember. Thing is, he doesn't feel the same. Little do you know, his best friend has a thing for you. What happens when you learn this leads to a messy chain of events that’ll leave more than one person with their heartbroken...

Relationships: Frankie Morales x Reader, Reader x Ben Miller

Warnings: Angst, mentions of in fact death, drug abuse (once again, this hits hard but its all leading to something I swear.)

Part 1, Part 2 Part 3, Part 4

5 years later...

You weren't quite sure what possessed you to brave the bar you'd once frequented with the guys but there you were. You'd secretly kept tags on them all. They'd all been deployed a few times before retiring a little under a year ago, much to your relief.

Tom had a wife and kids now. Ben was a professional MMA fighter. Will, a speaker for the army and Frankie flew choppers for wealthy businessmen. You'd not spoken to them since you'd left. You had needed a new start. To move on from the hurt losing your son had inflicted on you, yet as you stood here within these familiar four walls you realised you'd missed them. You'd come back for a meeting with a local vendor and had decided that night to be nostalgic. Never imagined that you'd see anyone you knew.

"Bug?" Came a small but familiar voice and you froze, you knew that voice anywhere.

You turned on your heels to face a man you'd once known. The man you once loved and you sobbed at the sight that greeted you. It was Frankie, but not the Frankie you knew.

He looked tired, haunted even. He was thin, clearly taking poor care of himself. His hair had grown longer, it poked out the bottom of a standard oil cap that he wore on his head and his usual golden skin tone was almost sallow in appearance. He looked ill.

"Frankie." You acknowledged as you gave him a weak smile "How have you been?"

He shrugged, unsure of how to answer that question.

"You left the army I heard." You stated and he nodded "Must be nice to be free of it."

"Why did you leave?" He choked and you sighed.

Straight to the point.

"Because I had to Francisco." You answered plainly "Because losing the baby, losing Ben, well it was all too much and you didn't want me so I felt like perhaps it would have been better if I left."

"You mean our son?" He stated and you let out a frustrated huff.

"Well, we don't know if he was yours." You repled as you returned your attention to your drink.

"He was." He replied and you looked up at him again, shocked and confused "Ben had ended up getting the test done without us knowing. He was mine."

"Oh." You replied, your heart aching at the thought "Yeah well I needed to get away from it all."

"Did you have to abandon us completely?" He growled, "It wasn't just you who lost him you know."

"Frank-"

"I held myself together for you. Especially after learning that he'd been mine all along and then one day I rock up and you'd fucked off." He growled "I was grieving too and you left me to do that alone. You left and I never knew why."

"Look I'm sorry I hurt you, Frankie." You replied "But let's face it. Our relationship was done after what happened. Losing the baby was the final straw."

Frank didn't say anything else. He just looked you up and down in disgust before leaving for his table and you turned your head to watch him, eyes catching Ben's. You'd always regretted the way you left things but you'd always assumed Frankie would just move on. Seeing him now though. Seeing how sad and sick he looked you wondered if you had played a part in how he looked now. Ben didn't approach you. Just remained where he was and you were grateful for that. You weren't sure you could take any more reunions that night.

You bumped into Ben the following day. You'd gone to a diner you had gone to when you were young and it hadn't been a place you'd ever visited with them so you had been surprised to see him there. It had transpired he was dating one of the waitresses but when you'd walked in, he hadn't hesitated to come and speak to you.

"Long time no see." He said as he sat across from you.

"Yeah." You replied, your guilt making another appearance.

"Where did you go Bug?" He asked and you let out a small sob.

"I uh... I moved to San Antonio." You replied and he nodded "I was never far away."

"Not that we'd have ever known that." He scoffed and you'd winced "It killed Fish what you did."

"I know Ben but-"

"No, you don't." He snapped, shutting you up instantly "You don't know." he paused a moment, taking a sip of his coffee as he thought about what to say "He named him."

"He did?" You asked and Ben nodded.

"Named him Luka." You sobbed at that "Had him buried too. We all forked out for a headstone."

"Ben please-"

"You were fucking selfish leaving." He growled "You lost your baby, I know and my heart bled for you. I grieved for him like he was my own because for a moment he was but you left and Frankie had to deal with his grief without you. You created a life together and you lost it. You should have supported each other."

"I didn't know it was his!" You argued and he scoffed.

"It doesn't matter." He snarled "You shouldn't have left the way you did."

Silence fell over you both for a while. You knew he was right and now that you learned he had named him and even buried him your guilt consumed you even more.

"He uh... He doesn't look well." You said after a short while "Is he sick?"

"In a way." Ben replied "After Luka died and you left, we were deployed to Afghanistan again. Did 3 tours before we all threw in the towel. We all sorta found ways to get reintegrated into society but Fish couldn't. We're helping him with it but he struggles."

"Helping him with what?"

"He's a coke addict Bug." He stated plainly "Currently living on my couch as he lost his house and his job. Luckily not his pilot license but he's in no state to fly"

"What?" You gasped and he nodded.

"He's a mess." Ben stated "He goes to Luka's grave every weekend to sit with him a while though. We celebrate every single birthday too. Don't think he ever moved on."

"You don't." You replied numbly "I never did. I thought moving away from it all would help me heal but the truth is... It never goes away. It just hurts a little less."

"How long are you here for?" He asked and you shrugged.

"My meetings today and then I dunno. I planned to go home but I can work from where ever."

"Please just stay a while." He pleaded "It might help him to see you."

"He seemed pretty disgusted by me last night." You snorted and he sighed.

"Shit Bug I'm desperate here." He choked "I'm scared I'm going to walk through my door one day and he'd gonna have OD'd on my couch. I flush each stash I find but he always seems to have more and I'm losing my fucking mind."

"Okay." You replied, nodding "I'll stay for a little bit but it's not permanent."

"Sure, fine." He replied "Just help me help him. You owe him that at least."

"Yeah." You replied, "I do."

~

Frankie was out of it when Ben got home with you. He was laying on the couch, staring into space and your stomach twisted at the sight of him.

"Fish." Ben said softly as he crouched down so he was eye level with the man "I brought Bug with me."

"You can't have." He said in a pained tone "She left me and our baby."

"I have buddy, see." He said as he motioned for you to come closer "She's right here."

"Hey Frankie." you said gingerly and the man broke down.

You looked at Ben with a concerned expression and he sighed as he scraped a hand over his face.

"He uh... he's pretty out of it. Will be for a while. Why don't you come back later when he's a little more lucid."

"She left me and our baby, Ben." Frankie sobbed and you felt sick.

"I think he's coming down." Ben stated with a sigh "He tends to get really fucking sad when he comes down and then he just shuts himself out from everyone."

"You're good for sticking with him." You stated and Ben snorted

"Someone had to."

That stung. You knew it was aimed at you and you knew you deserved it.

"Is there anything I can get him?"

"Just water. He'll need it." He replied and you nodded, making your way into Benny's kitchen to fetch it.

It was rough, watching Frankie come out of his high. He retreated within himself as Ben said he would but you stayed. You stayed and you waited for him to acknowledge you in some shape or form and when he glanced at you... That was your cue.

"How are you feeling Frank?" You asked softly, handing him another glass of water which he silently accepted from you.

He sipped at it a while before placing it on the coffee table and looking at you with those familiar brown orbs.

"Why are you here?" He asked and you tried not to wince at his question.

"I'm here to help you if I can." You stated and he snorted at you in contempt "You've made a mess of things Francisco. You lost your house! Your parent's house!"

"Shit I know that okay." He snapped "I get that you left and you ended up successful, with the perfect life and the fiancé."

"We broke up." You growled, "How'd you even know that?"

"You're still friends with Beth and whenever I saw her she'd gush about you. Course I didn't give a shit."

"Right." You scoffed "Sounds like it."

"What the fuck do you want from me, huh?" He shouted "You left me behind and look how it turned out for you. Clearly, I was the anchor holding you back so leave! Go back to your perfect life."

"Why did you think coke was a good escape from your demons Frank?" You asked, ignoring his obvious digs at you "Why did you think it would help?"

"Because it takes the pain away a while." He sobbed and your heart broke.

"Pain of what you saw?" You asked and he nodded, his eyes drifting up to you "And what I lost."

"I miss him too you know." You stated as a few tears traced down your cheeks "I carried him inside of me for 5 months. When I saw the blood I sobbed. I knew I was losing him and there was nothing I could do to stop it."

"I go see him all the time." Frankie admitted and you nodded "Ben told you, huh?"

"Yeah, he did." You replied and Frankie let out a breathy chuckle "I want to stop. Fuck I want to I mean look at the state of me but it's so fucking hard Bug."

"Why don't we go see him together?" You suggested and he nodded "We can get through this together Frank. I abandoned you once, I won't do it again."

"It wasn't just Luka I mourned." Frankie sobbed and you gave him a bemused expression "I mourned the loss of you too. It took me losing you for me to realise I was in love with you."

"Frank, you don't need to do this."

"I do." He said firmly "I need to say it out loud because I never have till now."

"Okay." You replied, motioning for him to continue.

"I think I kinda knew all along." He started, picking up his water to take another sip "I couldn't get enough of you and I fooled myself into thinking it was just lust. I mean... I'd always noticed you were attractive but we'd been friends so long it seemed weird to act on any attraction there.

"But when I did, it awoke something in me that I didn't want to admit. You engulfed my every thought. My every waking moment was consumed by the thought of you and the memory of your touch but I convinced myself it was nothing. I'd never been in love before."

He paused a moment, his eyes settling on you finally as he continued.

"After the initial shock of learning you were pregnant wore off I knew that I wanted it. I wanted him so much and when the doctor told me they hadn't been able to save him well... I'd never felt grief like that before."

"Nor I." You piped up, giving him a sad smile.

"I tried so hard to keep myself together for you. You were so sad, and withdrawn and I just wanted to take your pain away but behind closed doors, I was falling apart. I'd popped around yours a few days after Ben and I headed home with a peace offering because I know we'd been overbearing but you were gone. Didn't even leave a note and my heart broke all over again."

"I had to get out Frankie. Everything here reminded me of him, of what I'd lost and I couldn't stand it. I had to put myself first." You said and he nodded numbly "I am genuinely sorry I hurt you. I just... I couldn't stay."

"Right." He said as his eyes drifted to the glass on the coffee table "I'm tired Bug." He said after a moment of awkward silence.

"Sure, okay." You said as you grabbed your things "I'll come by tomorrow and we can see him together."

"Luka." He piped up and you stopped in your tracks "He has a name." He continued as he looked up at you with a pained expression.

"We'll see Luka tomorrow." You said, realising at that moment that that was the first time you'd uttered the name he'd given your son.

~

It was chilly as you walked through the maze of headstones. Frank was in front of you, walking it expertly and showing just how many times he'd made this trip. You'd woken this morning, unsure you were ready to do this. You'd only learned a few days ago that the child you'd lost had been given a name. Not officially, of course, you had the death certificate but you'd danced around the issue of whether to bury him and had, in the end, asked the hospital to deal with it. You'd been unaware that Frankie had taken it upon himself after learning that Luka had indeed been his. When the two of you came to a stop, you were greeted by a pale grey headstone with simple wording on it. You supposed there wasn't much that could have been put on it, he'd online lived after birth for all of 30 minutes but what was written seemed fitting.

You were surprised to see that Frankie had put your last name instead of his and it gave you pause. A million questions then ran through your head as you looked up at the man who was silently sobbing at your side.

"Hey, buddy. I brought momia with me today." He said as he placed a small toy down "Uncle Ben got you a little something, I'll just leave it here for you." He finished before looking over at you and you didn't even think, you just grabbed his hand and squeezed.

"This is beautiful, Frank." You said softly, giving him a small smile "I'm glad you have somewhere to come when you want to remember him."

"He lived." He choked "Even if it was for a really short time, he still lived and he deserved somewhere to rest."

You nodded, eyes drifting to the headstone again and smiling at the array of toys that lay at its base. It was clear it was well maintained. No dead flowers or soiled trinkets like some of the other graves that sat around you, this one was cared for.

"Thank you for coming." He said softly and you smiled at him.

"You're welcome, Frank."

...

A short while later you were dropping him back at Ben's, the two of you coming to a stop at the front door before he stopped and turned to face you. You could tell he was nervous but you weren't sure why. So you waited for him to speak with a smile as your hand gently held his.

"I missed you, Bug." He started, his eyes not leaving the ground in front of your feet "I searched for you. For years but you have loyal friends, no one was willing to tell me where you were." You chuckled at that, but your smile didn't reach your eyes as he continued "I want to get better. I hate being a burden to my friends and you being here now... it's the first time in months I've not wanted a fix."

"That's great." You said with a smile "I'll stay as long as you need me, Frankie." You said, the two of your gazing at each other.

Frankie could feel his heart hammering in his chest. He's waited for this moment for so long and now that it was here, he didn't know what to do with it. He glanced at your joined hands before looking back at you and it was your smile that lead him to do it. His free hand grabbed the back of your head and pulled you into a kiss that he poured every ounce of his love and adoration for you into but he was left with a sour taste in his mouth when you pulled away.

"Shit Frank, what are you doing?" You yelped and his stomach sank.

"I-"

"I don't think about you that way anymore. I'm sorry if I lead you on in any way but I moved on." You snapped and he suddenly felt so incredibly foolish.

Of course, you didn't love him anymore.

"I... I'm..." He quickly fumbled for his keys and opened Ben's door "I waited for you for 5 years."

"I didn't ask you to." you answered back and he sobbed.

"No, you just forgot about us all." He said before slipping through the door and slamming it shut.

"Shit." You breathed before resting your head against the cool wood "Frank I'm sorry... I want to help."

"I don't need it." He muttered from the other side and you felt your anger return.

"Fine. I'll head home then." You growled, but he didn't answer "Goodbye, Francisco."

~

You'd been on the road for almost an hour. Ben had called three times in the last five minutes and you were growing irritated. You'd tried to help but Frank was beyond it. You didn't have time to waste on a guy that didn't want to be saved.

It was the fifth ring that you answered, your tone irritated as you spoke "What Ben?"

"Shit Bug, why the hell do you keep hanging up on me?" He snapped and your anger simmered more.

"Because I am driving and I don't need a lecture on how I failed to help Francisco."

"Jesus Bug, I'm not calling to lecture you."

"Then what do you want?" You snapped and you swore you heard a pained sob fall from Ben's lips.

"I'm at the hospital." Your stomach sank "My worst fear came true Bug. I found him half-dead on the couch when I got back. He had crashed in the ambulance. Shit, it's bad Bug... it's really bad."

"What hospital are you at?" You asked, your heart hammering in your chest as guilt started to consume you.

"St David's." He stated and you nodded.

"I'll be there soon." You assured and you knew he was sobbing now.

"Hurry, Bug. Please."

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[robininthelabyrinth]

I'd like to see more of the Jiang Cheng has spider venom fic. Mostly because I want to see him bite someone else. How about a Jin?

Normal For the Spider - Extra: 5 People Jiang Cheng Bit, Some of Whom Deserved It

ao3

1 – Wei Wuxian

“So I’ve been exchanging letters with shijie on account of the whole theoretically banished business,” Wei Wuxian said as they strolled down the Qiongqi Path together, Wen Ning behind them making shy stuttering friends with the handful of Jiang sect disciples Jiang Cheng had brought along with him – he’d deliberately picked the friendliest and most social of the lot, the ones that acted like overgrown puppies and wanted to adopt everyone they met, and sure enough they’d mobbed Wen Ning like a bunch of crows intent on raising the poor little sparrow they found into a proper bird. It was no more than Wen Ning deserved, in Jiang Cheng’s opinion. Someone needed to socialize him, and clearly neither his sister nor Wei Wuxian were doing crap about it.

“That’s nice,” Jiang Cheng said. “If by nice you mean extremely suspicious. What about in particular?”

“Your family inheritance.”

“Is this about the summer house we have near that mountain lake? I told you, it’s been deserted for years and may possibly be haunted by something resistant to the usual liberation techniques, but if you really want to go there, you’re of course allowed…”

“That’s not the inheritance I meant and you know it.”

Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes. He did know it. “What questions do you have now?” he asked. “More medical stuff from Wen Qing?”

She’d recovered from the venom very well and immediately started wanting to know everything. Recovered a little too well, in Jiang Cheng’s opinion.

“No, this one’s for me,” Wei Wuxian said. “We’re going to Lanling City in order to let Jin Ling bite me as a way to establish familial ties and let him ‘absorb’ good aspects from my personality, right?”

Jiang Cheng nodded.

“So in some cases, biting is an act of affection?”

Jiang Cheng nodded, a little more warily.

“Then how come you’ve never bitten me?”

“It’s only affectionate when you’re a baby,” Jiang Cheng said. “Once you grow into your childhood venom, it starts being dangerous, even to family; you don’t do affection-bites after that point. And when you’re an adult…well, you saw Wen Qing!”

“Eh, she’s fine now,” Wei Wuxian said cheerfully. “I feel like I missed out! It’s not fair, Jiang Cheng. I deserve a bite! I’m practically your brother! We share essential bodily organs!”

“Wei Wuxian! Don’t talk about that!”

“Bite me and I’ll stop.”

“I’m not biting you just to make you stop being annoying –”

2 – Jin Zixun

“What are you doing here?!” Jiang Cheng demanded. “This is an ambush! Is the Jin sect considering waging an act of war against the Jiang sect?”

Jin Zixun scowled at him. “Not against the Jiang sect,” he said haughtily. “Against the Yiling Patriarch.”

“He’s my head disciple!”

That got a confused sort of frown. “But you banished him…?”

“Rumor,” Jiang Cheng said, with dignity, the way they’d always planned. “Baseless rumor, that’s all.”

Rumor he’d never denied, and had instead implicitly encouraged so that people would leave his Jiang sect alone for a little while as he gathered up strength and resources to tell them to fuck off.

“But…” Jin Zixun hesitated. “You just – attacked him?”

Jiang Cheng glared at Wei Wuxian, still lying prone on the ground with his head in Wen Ning’s lap to elevate it and his neck bandaged but still a little red – surely the paralytic had worn off by now?

Wei Wuxian noticed him staring and gave a jaunty little wave, grinning and very clearly regretting nothing, which meant that the paralytic had worn off and he was just lying there to be comfortable while watching the fun.

Typical.

“A friendly exchange,” he said, trying to maintain his dignity. “Also? Not the Jin sect’s business. What about you? What did you want with him?”

“I want him to remove the curse he cast on me,” Jin Zixun said, and he strode forward before Jiang Cheng could stop him and kicked Wei Wuxian in the side. “You hear me, you bastard?! I want the damn thing gone this instant or else –”

3 – Wen Ning

“So this is going to be a little awkward to explain,” Jin Zixuan said, rubbing his face. He looked tired, but that was possibly a side-effect of having Jin Zixun as a cousin. “Tell me, why are my cousin’s flunkies – er, I mean, my cousin’s friends convinced that it was Wen Ning that poisoned him?”

Jiang Cheng scowled.

“No offense meant,” Jin Zixuan added, nodding politely to Wen Ning. “It’s just, you know, you’re very much not a Yu, or even a Jiang.”

“No offense taken,” Wen Ning mumbled, though to Jiang Cheng’s eyes he looked a little pleased, even if his stiff wooden face still didn’t do emotions all that well. “It’s nice not to be automatically feared.”

“It’s because Wen Ning punched Jin Zixun in the face at the same moment that I bit him,” Jiang Cheng interjected, because someone needed to answer the actual question. “And then Jin Zixun fell over and someone started shouting about corpse poison – even though he’s obviously turned purple! Purple venom, purple spider, purple lightning…what part of this thematic color scheme is not obvious?!”

“Technically, the livor mortis spots generated by corpse poison are also purple,” Wei Wuxian said, completely unhelpfully. “According to Wen Qing, it’s the lack of oxygen in the blood pooling under the skin or something, which is the same thing your mom’s poison does.”

“Do you think you’re helping?” Jiang Cheng demanded.

“No, not at all. Did I sound like I was helping? I didn’t mean to.”

“I’m going to bite you again, you little…”

“My father isn’t going to want to let Wen Ning through the door if he’s considered a possible threat,” Jin Zixuan said, wisely deciding to carry on with the conversation despite their bickering. “You know he’s been saying all those things about how dangerous the Yiling Patriarch is – this’ll just feed into that.”

“I’m not going to Lanling City without Wen Ning!” Wei Wuxian exclaimed. “Wen Qing made me promise! It’s his first time visiting such a big place, too!”

“I’m pretty sure Wen Qing made you promise not to leave him behind because she was worried about your well-being, not Wen Ning’s ability to be a tourist,” Jiang Cheng said.

“Doesn’t matter! I’m not leaving him, and I’m definitely not going to not attend the party, so you have to fix this!”

“I don’t know how to fix this –”

Wen Ning coughed lightly. “Uh,” he said. “Jin-gongzi…would your father let me in if I wasn’t a threat? Say, if I was unconscious?”

A moment of silence.

“…does venom work even on fierce corpses?”

“Of course it does,” Jiang Cheng said irritably. “It wouldn’t be much of a defense mechanism for a cultivator if it didn’t.”

4 – Jin Guangshan

“I didn’t mean to!” Jiang Cheng said, his hands over his mouth. “I really didn’t mean to! It’s Wei Wuxian’s fault!”

“How is this my fault?!” Wei Wuxian asked. He looked amused, which was never a good sign, and even less so given the extreme crisis of the situation. “I wasn’t even in the room.”

“You encouraged me to keep biting people as a solution to everything!” Jiang Cheng hissed. “It got me in the mood. I wasn’t thinking!”

He looked down at the unconscious (and swiftly purpling) Jin Guangshan and grimaced. There was no convenient Wen Ning to put the blame on this time: it had been just the two of them, Jin Guangshan and Jiang Cheng, alone in a room together. Jin Guangshan had wanted to have words with him, sect leader to sect leader, which mostly meant that he wanted to throw his weight and seniority around to try to brow-beat Jiang Cheng into doing what he wanted, except that wasn’t going to work because Jiang Cheng was prepared, okay, he’d worked so long and so hard to try to build up the Jiang sect until it could resist Jin sect pressure.

And he’d probably just ruined everything.

“He has legitimate grounds to declare war against us now,” Jiang Cheng said miserably. “Or maybe to demand that we hand over that stupid Tiger Seal he keeps bugging you about as reparations, or in order to keep him from declaring war…”

“We can’t let him have it,” Wei Wuxian said at once. “It’s far too dangerous. I’d destroy it, first.”

“But then he’d still have a reason to strike against us…”

There was the soft sound of someone clearing their throat, and at first Jiang Cheng thought it was Wen Ning but when he looked up it was Jin Guangyao, instead. He looked the same as always, gentle and personable and smiling, which struck Jiang Cheng as being unaccountably weird for some reason that he couldn’t figure out until he remembered that the man’s father was currently lying on the ground being poisoned and maybe Jin Guangyao shouldn’t be smiling so much.

“If you don’t mind,” Jin Guangyao said, “I might have a suggestion that would get rid of that problem…”

5 – Wen Qing

“…and long story short, Jin Guangyao is going to run Lanling Jin until Jin Zixuan is done having kids, which may be never based on the soppy looks he and my shijie keep exchanging, and we all have the Jin sect’s blessing to move back into the Lotus Pier,” Wei Wuxian concluded. “All’s well that ends well, right, Jiang Cheng?”

Jiang Cheng crossed his arms and glared, admitting nothing.

“I’ll be happy to move anywhere that has decent food,” Wen Qing remarked. “This damn place won’t even grow radishes properly, and it’s Yiling; the radishes should be practically growing themselves.”

“I’ve arranged for some farmland for your people,” Jiang Cheng said, because practicalities he could do. “There’s still lots left over from before the war, lying fallow, and some of the places are medicinal herb fields – we need people with cultivation to tend to those, so I figured that might work for you. You’d have half regular farmland, to make sure you can grow whatever food you feel you need to be comfortable, and the other half, the herbs, can be sold to the Jiang sect at profit.”

“That sounds good,” Wen Qing said.

“Especially since they’re medicinal herb plants,” Wei Wuxian chimed in. “You could stock up on medicines you need!”

“A lot of medicines have to be obtained through trade, you utter nincompoop! I can’t make medicine just using what a single medicinal herb field will generate!”

Jiang Cheng nodded approvingly, thinking to himself that at least there was someone else in the world who understood exactly how aggravating it was to have to deal with Wei Wuxian’s unbridled and illogical optimism on a regular basis.

“And as for you,” Wen Qing said, turning to Jiang Cheng, who blinked owlishly at her. “Don’t think I missed the part of that story about how biting people is a sign of affection!”

“It’s – what?! No, you don’t – that’s when we’re children– it’s –”

Wei Wuxian started cackling.

[antiloreolympus]

10 Anti LO Asks

1. I personally would be more willing to excuse the constant art mistakes and issues in LO if it was actually just Rachel doing it all herself. The fact the reality is actually her only sketching it out at best while her team of 4-5 people do the actual art is just inexcusable. The biggest selling point about it too is it's supposed to have great art, so why can't it even keep basic features correct? This is just ridiculous. How do you get more people working on it and it's only worse for it?

2. I think its PJO that said Gods can easily change how they appear (PJO Aphrodite for example looks how the viewer finds attractive, while PJO Persephone's looks change off the seasons) but that's all established and confirmed very early in the series and has in-universe explanations. LO has none of this minus "emotional hair" (???) so there is really no excuse Rachel & her 5+ person team can't even keep Hades' nose right. It's honestly a bit ridiculous how art issues are more frequent than not.

3. IDK why Rachel keeps pushing for Hera and Persephone to be the same person bc not only does that imply Hades wants Hera but is using Persephone to replace her, but Hera sucks?? She's an elitist jerk, she's racist against nymphs unless they're "one of the good ones" (🤢) she claims to be so loyal yet cheats on Zeus with his BROTHER, she neglects her kids to were her 8 year old has to act like an adult, she lies to her own sister, etc. Why would you want Persephone be ANYTHING like her?

4. About that thing about the kings using a fertility goddess (Gaia, Rhea) to gain power... did Rachel entirely miss that the kings themselves ARE fertility gods? Cronus is straight up an earth god, Uranus and Zeus are both sky gods (=rain)

5. sorry, no amount of "thats just the angle!" or "that's just the lighting!" can excuse rachel's piss poor character designing. the character's whole faces, bodies, and skin colors shouldn't change literally every other panel unless its copied and pasted the same panel, which even then theyre still often redrawn to look different and thus off model once again. There's no part of the story confirming their have fluid looks, so it looks even more ridiculous it can't keep even basic things on model.

6. You fools.  Clearly the more creepy and controlling he gets about Persephone the longer his nose grows. Why do you think he looks even more like a swordfish now? I’ve cracked the code. 

7. I’m not saying bad faith critique of LO doesn’t exist but I’m really disturbed over how the stans act like BIPOC readers, LGBTQ+ readers,  SA survivors, Greeks, etc critiquing it’s very real flaws and issues that are sold to literal children is just lumped under that same bad faith argument or “being an anti”. Like?? We’re not arguing about stupid ships, we’re critiquing how it sexualizes a girl that’s barely legal, a story that frames the poor as the real oppressors to the rich and powerful, a story that uses sexual assault to push a creepy, power imbalanced ship along, a comic that spits in the face of the culture and stories it’s butchering and profiting off of, a story that (I will hope unintentionally) has very real implications of racism and antisemitism, a story that frames a slave owner and potential groomer as the best man ever, a story that took a famous bisexual god and made him the abuser to a poor little straight girl, a story claiming to be feminist yet is deeply rooted in pushing misogynistic messages, and the list goes on and on. That’s not “anti” behavior, it’s being able to critically consume this media and not being blinded by marketing and the bright colors it can’t keep consistent. 

8. I feel so bad when I think about the fact I wasted all my time and energy into Lore Olympus fanart, fanfiction, fandom (discussions, theories and even arguing), compared to when I used to be in other fandoms. Like... League Of Legends fandom, yeah, that boring and ugly moba game, has made me feel much more fulfilled and welcomed, especially because of how many amazing story and world building related things they provide from time to time.

Yes, Smythe doesn't have much money to provide the fandom with interesting animations, or exclusive music videos or just basically anything other than doodles and memes and concept art... But still for some reason I feel so cheated. The amount of love and time I dedicated to Lore Olympus feels heavily one-sided.

Now it's a matter of time until another fandom will pull me in and I leave Lore Olympus behind for good. I just don't understand what kept me here so long. I suppose it's my need for closure is why I still stay. I just need to know how it ends because I don't want this whole time I wasted on this bad piece of media to be in vain. 

9. I think In trying to make the comic more “serious” Rachel seems to think adding more complicated plots and “twists” makes it better, but it really doesn’t. There’s nothing wrong with telling a simple story and that’s it, especially when the hymn is pretty straightforward in what to do with it. Idk why she thinks adding plots about Kronos, Leto, Eros, Daphne, Echo, AOW, etc would somehow improve a story about HxP getting together, yet here we are. 

10. Not only is Hera a Fertility Goddess despite Rachel's lack of world building, Hera also has a huge overlap with Zeus in terms of powers, such as herself being able to control the weather, cause storms, and crumble empires if she saw fit. There is a reason Zeus and Hera were paired and it wasn't just their for spicy romance, it was also the fact he was the strongest god and she was the strongest goddess. Rachel very purposely nuked Hera of her real power and still thinks she's "empowering" her!

[kkusuka]

We all know how looks can be deceiving right? I’d love to request head cannons of Kuroo, Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Konoha, Terushima, and Atsumu with a gf that’s gifted with that super-soaker, wet-wet pussy, a pro at riding that dick, and has the gwak gwak thotty throat slobber 9000 but she is so shy, cute, and innocent at first glance. She looks like the soft-spoken librarian but when they get down and dirty, she puts her body to work and these bois just don’t know how to act from how amazing she is. Let’s say they teased her too much, so she revoked their sex privileges for a few days (not knowing how addicted these guys are on her body). Desperate bois are best bois 😈

:o

i’m shell shocked anon, you’ve blown my mind

Cw: hair pulling, super WAP, kinda fem dom but not really, severe pussy-whipped men  

Kuroo

firstly, he thought you were the innocent type up until you sucked him off for the first time

Honestly, he thought you were a total virgin prude

It wasn't really his fault, you two had met as lab partners for an AP chemistry class

You know, a class full of nerds and people he just assumed would get a job and married when they were thirty

Looking back he should have caught on after seeing you unconsciously jerking of a test tube

But, contrary to popular belief, kuroo is not the social cue master

After a few months of dating, you guys were just a horny time-bomb

Ahh~ the first blow-job, one for the books

He should have known it was going to be good just from the way you were unzipping his jeans, was it normal to almost cum just for your girlfriend palming you?

When you did get his dick out and had it all the way down your throat within the minute, he really did think you were a godsend

He didn't even know what you were doing with his balls, but whatever it was it was working

You didn’t gag or cough, even when he grabbed that back of your head and practically face-fucking you

(the real kicker was when you licked your lips after he came  and gave him that small fucking smirk, mans was done for and he knew it)

Even with all that, nothing, and I mean nothing compares to the first time you guys went at it

when I say that you guy made out for five minutes when he went under your panties and felt the pacific ocean in your panties

He was about to propose right there (and about to cum in his pants for the thousandth time)

He didn't need to but he still rubbed a few circles around your clit, but apparently, you were ready enough

Considering you grabbed his dick and fully sunk onto him in one motion

Poor baby didn't know what hit him

You had to have done this before, and if he hadn't met you in class he would have been sure you slept around and learned everything in the book

You would clench every time your sims met and- AND THAT THINGS WITH HIS BALLS AGAIN

His mind was bungled, especially after you had both come and you fell onto his chest going back to the shy and sweet version he knew you as.

What the hell was that????

Was he fucking you or were you fucking him?? Because at this point he didn't even care

After that experience, you fucked like bunnies, all the time, even in school more than a few times.  

And we all know kuroo can't shut his mouth

And he always teases you about how cute and mouse like you are outside the bedroom and how it's like he’s dating two different girls

....that hit a nerve...

Two different girls??? Well he’ll just have to endure one girl until he realizes what a blessing you are

5 days, 120 hours, 7,200 minutes, and 432,000 seconds, that's how long he lasted

He was going insane, and so he explained that he didn't mean it in a bad way and that he loved how you acted

Forgiving him you rewarded the poor cat boy, 5 rounds for five days

(he didn't want to admit it but he’s pretty sure his dick would have fallen off if you didn't relent when you did)

(he just didn't want to admit that he was pussy-whipped)

Bokuto

You actually had met at a library

One of his teachers wanted him to get a bit of extra tutoring and volunteered you for the job.

You had hit it off great! Personality-wise

(you’ll never tell him but it was frustrating that he clearly didn't understand anything you were telling him)

And you were so sweet and cute, and such a good teacher

He would know that if he wasn't too busy just staring at you and thinking about you and thinking about what you like and what you wear outside of school

(or how good your lips look, or how your thighs look so soft, or that when you get up he can see under your skirt.)

Your guy’s first time was an experience

(bokuto is the cunny easting master, don't call me out)

More cunny juice = more food for owl man

He was excited, somewhere in his mind he knew that it was gonna get better from then on

He wasn't wrong either, although he didn't let your mouth near his dick just yet, he knew that would be good considering the ‘art’ you've created on his neck

The true fuckary started with him on top, but the second he was in you he...froze

Poor baby was shell shocked, you felt better than he had thought, and he just slumped over, you thought he came but he wasn’t ready for it to end so soon

He just sat there for a few minutes, fucked out, before you just decided to flip you both over

That was more his speed at the moment

So he grabbed onto your hips for dear life and you got working

Within two minutes the two of you had created a pool of juices on his bed (bokuto had a lot of precum ok), not that he really cared

You were not competing with anyone but he already had you 2 to 0

(point 1 for the meal and point 2 for being an Olympic dick-rider)

I am also a firm believer that bokuto thrusts up, he just can't help it

You are too addictive, or the way you ground onto him in between every bounce was addictive

I also don't believe that you could even truly deny bokuto sex, he was good at guilt-tripping and he was soooooo adorable

(not to mention the puppy dog eyes  he does that could convince good to do his will)

So I’m sure the only way he wouldn't get sex would be no nut November.

(aka the devil's month of torture, actually not month, week give or take)

This year it just happens that he set a new record, 8 days

He went a whole 8 days without trying for sex

Truly he went about 10 days before he stopped begging and just took matters into his own hands

(under enough pressure Bokuto become a hard dom and no one can say otherwise)

The entire time he was telling you how pretty you were and how well your pussy takes him and that you had no ‘right’ to tell him he couldn’t have sex

He even gained a new phrase “this pussy belongs to me”

You were going to have to set some things straight once he was done ;)

Iwaizumi

You were on the student council, it felt sacrilegious to think anything but pure thoughts about anyone on the council

(that didn't really stop him)

honestly, from the moment his crush festered he wanted to ruin your little innocent vibe  

You always smiled so sweetly at everyone, and just seemed like a true goody two shoes.

And that point seemed to have been correct when you began to date

Until! The fateful day where his perceived innocent girlfriend pulled a full 180 on him!

Firstly, you had offered, out of the blue, to suck him off in the middle of the movie you were watching.

Second, he asked if you knew how, and you giggled at him with that smile he loved so much

Thirdly, when you did get his dick out, you swirled some of the pre-cum on his tip with your thumb, he started getting a bit suspicious

Lastly, you completely swallowed him down, face pressing on his hip, cheeks hollowed.

That’s when he realized that you did know what you were doing

(that also arouse the thought that you had been with someone else, which was counteracted with the fact that you knew how to suck dick by practicing on hair brushed and popsicles)

((it also helped that you barely had a gag reflex))

Truly trying to put that to the test, dom iwa came right out, grabbing your hair and telling you  to suck harder

And you impressed the man, to say the least

After that he had to fuck you, he really just had too

For the first time, he went with a solid missionary, just to test that waters

He didn’t think anyone's pussy should feel like that, but since you were his it was ok

All was well he was lost in the feeling of your pussy and the deciding moment was when you pulled him against you and started to grind your body onto his

You were putting a whole lot of body into it too, and you were so soft, and unless he wanted to cum early something was going to have to change

So he flipped and changed to doggy style, which made thighs worse???

From there you got tighter and he could see all of the wetness drips from your fold onto the sheets

Yup, you were the one for him

(solidified when he pulled your hair and you moaned like a street whore)

As for the no sex thing, that was a ride

It started when Makki asked you if you were always dripping for iwa

And after a week of no sex, he confessed to letting them on his phone and  watching a recording of one of your nightly escapades and he was sorry

(and he just wanted to show them what they were missing, y’know brag a bit)

That was, and he says the only time, he let you try to dom him

You truly were the most amazing woman in the world

Konoha

( i made him kind of an ass lol sorry)

You wee the girl who sat next to him in class

(not to be mean, but he thought you were a nerd)

You always had your uniform covering everything and you were always playing with your short sleeves

You raised your hand a lot in class, always had a pencil to borrow

He just assumed that you had cobwebs in your pussy

Proven wrong at one of the volleyball teams parties, you had apparently been dragged there by a friend (surprising)

And you both were dragged onto some weird spin the bottle game

The bottle would spring and someone would draw an action from this jar and the two people would have to do it in a bedroom in the house

Seeing as that’’s how fate goes you and him were chosen

A blow-job card was chosen

And he laughed with a friend about how you wouldn’t know what to do

Mistake, that struck a real nerve, was this guy for real?

Oh hell no

Being the baddie you were, you walked to him, grabbed him by the arm, and locked lips, breaking away after a moment you asked if he was ready to go.

Poor boy didn't even respond, he just nodded and stood up

Two minutes in, he knew what he had done

You were blowing him like it would be your last time, it should be illegal to be able to suck someone off that well

And damn you pulled away right before he was going to cum.

And then just left him! Walked out of the closet like nothing had ever happened

That couldn’t be it, he wouldn't let that be it

After two weeks of non-stop begging from the guy you agreed to a date, which led to many dates

Which led to him finally being able to fuck you

God damn, he didn't think it would get better, and it did, it really did.  

You were laying on top of him and grinding your entire body onto him

Dripping all over him and squeezing him like crazy

He was never going to let you go

Now, that same friend from that party seemed very intrigued with your relationship

And he just can't help but tell him about how amazing you were, it just sucks that he did it right in front of you in the middle of lunch

Pussy pass revoked

He didn't think he did anything wrong so he went two whole weeks without any touch and he went crazy

He fell apart and apologized

After he begged enough you gave him the pussy pass back

And now he doesn't do anything to jeopardize it

Terushima

this is gonna sound weird

But

I feel like terushima knows when someone is a good lay

It's like a secret talent of his, he just knows and his radar went off when he saw you

But he thought it was wrong at first considering you were wearing leggings and a huge sweater

Not good fuck material  

But he had to make sure, so he just walked up to you and asked if you were a good fuck

Surprisingly you didn’t punch him in the nuts, instead, you laughed at him and said that he would just have to find out

And that he should at least take you out to dinner first

Adm he took you up it, made it the best damn dinner date he’d ever be on

And you reward him

With what?

The best damn blow-job he’d ever get as long as he lived.

And it fit that to the T

It started with the little licks and swirls, then, you gotta catch the man off guard, and just take his entire dick in your throat

And with that, he was sure he had superpowers

When He came, fairly quick for his taste, you swallowed all of his cum and he was ready to marry you

If he needed to take you on a date for that, he would take you on a date every day for the rest of his life

(not every day) but that's what he did

But eventually, just a blowjob wasn't enough, oh no he knew you had a tight hole

And he knew you were gushing most of the time (ushy gushy my pussy-)

If making him suck the fingers you used to fuck yourself after he came was anything

And you tasted good, really good

He was so ready for it that he let you ride him the whole night

He thought his dick was a]going to fall off, you were just that damn good

It was insane, you were almost using him as a dildo, grinding your clit on the base of his cock

And you looked glorious, he was going to have to talk to you about recording it so he could watch it over and over

Maybe show a few people-

And that's what he did, poor unfortunate soul got the silent treatment for two days before he fell apart

He literally got on his knees and asked for forgiveness

(biggest simp on the planet, but only for you (and your dripping cunt))

He’s sure to never do it again, he’s also sure that if you asked him to step on him he would let you

(and I think he’s the most pussy-whipped)

Ok maybe you didn't fully forgive him until he showed you what his tongue piercing could do, but it was worth every moment.

Atsumu

Honestly, he was dared to sleep with the next girl who walked through the cafeteria door

And that just happens to bring you, miss. I remind the teacher there was homework

(Well he actually wasn’t really sure about that but that's what you looked like and he was already regretting his decision.)

In defense of him, your hair was in a messy bun and you had this teacher's pet aura around you

But he would be damned if he lost this bet to his brother and Suna, oh no

The moment he wa[lked up to your table you knew what was happening, and shut it down immediately

After that, you officially had his attention!

Lucky you!

Unlucky you for the fact that all he wanted to do was get in your pants.

But lucky you again because you could hold this over his head!

But one day you just woke up and chose dick (respectable)

So when atsumu did his daily “c'mon baby, you know you want some” you just stood up, scaring him

(he finally thought you were gonna kill him)

Instead, you grabbed him by the dick, literally grabbed his dick through his pants, and tugged him all the way to the roof

“Hey-hey baby, no need to be that rough”

“Shut up, Miya. pants down, now”

That was not where he thought that was going but he isn't going to complain.

“You want your dick wet so bad? Here you go!”

Honestly, he could die happy.

Not so sound gross, but you were slobbering around his cock like a pro. Now that left the thought, you had to have done this before.

You had hands on the back of his thighs pushing him further down your throat, hollowed cheeks, damn he should’ve done this was sooner

He was gonna cum-

And your mouth was gone, your hand was jerking him but that wasn't nearly as nice

“Lay back.”

Yes, yes he will do that. If what’s about to happen is what he thinks is about to happen  

And now your pussy was above his face. Ok a little detour but he’ll take it

You were literally dripping onto his face while he got to work, and you went back to sucking him off

Yup, heaven.

After you both came he made sure to tell you that that had to happen again.

And it did, you rode him to hell in the hole to heaven, and he couldn't help himself from telling the entire volleyball team about how good you were

Now he really didn't think about what would happen if the news got back to you

But he definitely didn't think that meant a whole week of nothing

Well nothing for him, you made sure to send him more than a few videos of rigid dildos and fingering yourself

A week of torture, but when it was finally over he had an entirely new folder of spanking material

he was sure about who he told about your escapades, as in he told himself and Osamu if he just wanted to vent

poor guy was paranoid now

[hmspogue]

Outer Banks season 2 Official Trailer shot-by-shot rundown

A comprehensive post where I scream about analyze the entire trailer frame by frame for clues, theories, and plot. Just my own opinions and general tin foil-hatting

These are screenshots from Netflix’s trailer for Outer Banks season 2. I do not claim or own any of these.

note: this post is tagged as a long post if you wish to avoid having to scroll until your thumbs break.

“My old man used to tell me, ‘it’s best to never say you’ve hit rock bottom’.”

(Putting all of these shots together since they’re scenes we already know but-) Holy shit, okay let’s just....start off like this I guess, damn.

“'Trust me’, he said...”

Kiara looking back and forth between the boys like this really just feeds the headcanon I have that her form of grief this season is going to be her trying to hold it together for their sakes (and eventually just snapping).

JJ just looks fucking furious someone give these kids a hug? I already know this scene is going to ruin me.

“You can always go...”

JJ back working at the hotel. He looks literally so angry again in this scene I could see him self destructing at work and losing his job? (Please do not be isolating yourself you beautiful son of a bitch even though I know you’re going to).

Pope in the Twinkie (costuming wise they all are in warmer looking clothes for some of the shots, so just confirming it’s a little bit into the school year when this all takes place).

“Lower”

Big John was real big into pep talks, I see. (seriously can you imagine Big John having this conversation with like 8 year old John B after he fucking dropped his ice cream cone or some shit I shouldn’t be laughing).

I’m just-

These poor kids, I wanna know how the police all the way down in the Bahama’s knew about them?

Their calves....

“RUN!”

Are going to be so fucking jacked by the end of this season I stg.

Fuck you.

“The gold from the Royal Merchant....it’s here.”

For a while, I had thought that maybe they didn’t even make it to the Bahama’s at the front of the season and ended there (because everyone had been filming in there). But I guess they’re going to be making two trips.

If I were a bird from this POV I’d shit right on that house no questions asked.

oooooh ho hokay. Just so we’re clear. Ward Cameron not only get away with murder and about two dozen other felonies, but-

“Half a billion.”

HE STILL FINDS THE GOLD IN THE CRAIN HOUSE AND GETS TO KEEP IT?

Not the polo with the snap back, I just know this man has a playlist called Sad Boi Hours that is just Juice WRLD’s top 5 songs on Spotify and he tells his friends they wouldn’t know the underground artists he listens to.

Sh, you have lost screaming privileges. Go inside and take a nap maybe.

“John B, we are fugitives in a foreign country.”

So, previously, I was talking about how I was confused how they would still be trying to find him is everyone thought he was dead, but here the wanted poster clearly says “presumed lost at sea”. I think that will be interesting to see how the Pogues all interpret that. 

Especially because they already had a memorial for John B and everything, I wonder if there will be any part of the Pogues holding out hope that they both could still be out there OUCH.

I’m going to circle back to this, but it looks like John B and Sarah are going to get separated for a little while in this man hunt, I could see my idiot himbo son trying to sacrifice himself so Sarah can get away but in reality just....stranding her.

“Promise me you won’t do anything stupid?”

Oh, sweetie....

“Well, Sarah Cameron, I do stupid things all the time without realizing it.”

The volume of his self awareness is astronomical. sir, that is your whole character summed up in your own words.

GOD, IT’S ME AGAIN. PLEASE LET THEM LEAN INTO COMPLETE HIMBO JOHN B THIS SEASON I’LL DO ANYTHING-

nyyooooOOOOOOOOOOOOM-

“Hold on!”

The complete abject terror I would feel having John Booker Routledge driving get-away and then saying the words “Hold on” while reaching fro the gear shift? The english language fails me. 

Sarah, bestie, I’m so sorry.

I just wanna know-

what the plan or objective was in this situation. What was the reason for being this dramatic.

Rest in piss, bozo <3

“Ward’s still out there...”

Okay, same conversation they were having as before. I wonder what makes them decide they need to get back to the OBX for this tho.

“I can clear my name. This can all be over in one shot.”

It looks like Topper watching this but way more concerningly, correct me if I’m wrong but this 100% looks like....John B gets caught. And the DEATH PENALTY?! He did have a mug shot for the fliers in s1 and the one above but he was never brought in? Plus he just looks super dirty and dishevled in this one so I-

Jail break anyone?

I also still want to know if they’re going to go with a Topper redemption arc this season. like, does he know more than he should just from being around Rafe and his big fat mouth? Is he going to help out the Pogues even if it’s just for Sarah?

This shot just suddenly made me really sad. The thought of this all started because Big John left one last thing for his son to find, his literal life’s work. And when it all started, it was just a fun adventure John B and his best friends were going on together and having fun with. Then it all got dragged to absolute shit and turned into what it did, including the remaining 3 Pogues thinking that this treasure hunt took their two best friends away from them. And it’s nothing like Big John intended it to be.

Why my eyes wet?

Now we’re edging into what I was talking about earlier with John B and Sarah getting separated.

“If you think there is anything I wouldn’t do...”

Once again, John B is no where to be found. Also, just in case y’all didn’t already know or forgot Ward is an actual psychopath.

I believe this one of the new character, played by Jontavious Johnson (Stubbs). Based on the voice over it lowkey sounds like they’re implying Ward maybe hired Stubbs and Cleo to find and bring Sarah back. My theory would be I bet they do go to retrieve her, but she somehow convinces them that it would be more beneficial for them in the end to be on the Pogue’s side instead.

Miss Girl you gotta be keeping your head on a SWIVEL. Especially when you’re a FUGITIVE of the LAW-

“...you haven’t been paying attention.”

My guy, who are you clarifying this for?

It’s what you deserve for monologuing.

in all seriousness, the idea of them coming to face to face with Ward in Nassau after thinking they finally escaped him is genuinely terrifying.

“SARAH!”

It kind of looks like they’re either hiding their faces or covering their noses? I don’t know maybe it was from some tactic to get away from Ward.

What did I literally jsut say about yelling privileges, you unhinged mother fucker?

“I’m calling the shots now. I’m driving.”

The following progression of scenes made me actually snort-

“I can’t drive stick.”

PLEASE THE FINGER GUNS LAUNCHED ME INTO ORBIT I LOVE THEM, YOUR HONOR.

Alright, so now it looks like we’re in Charleston. This is the same scene with Heyward’s truck that got leaked from BTS (read: JJ and Kie shoulder touch).

One of the main things that stuck out to me in the following scenes which, you will see, is it lowkey looks like Pope is kind of heading up this part of the operation, or even going in alone? The following clips are just very Pope focused. 

I don’t know what it means, it’s just an observation.

“John B was not the only one that Ward double-crossed.”

LIMBRY-

Bro, we have been hearing about this woman for literal months and I just have....so many questions? 

Who the hell is she? How is she connected to Ward? Why is she in South Carolina instead of the OBX? How do the Pogues even learn about her and how to track her down? How is she meant to “help” them? GAH I JUST WANNA KNOOOW. I already know I don’t trust her though and no I will not be offering up supporting evidence.

Sir, that is my son please unhand him.

“I think you know what I want.”

.......no? But feel....free to explain yourself?

The print on the paper is the same one that’s on the ceiling tiles in the following scene. Obviously, with a key on it that most likely goes to the place a few shots from now.

Hell yeah, son, let’s get SLEUTHING.

“The treasure belongs to the Pogues.”

DAMN STRAIGHT.

Bestie’s I’m not going to lie, I stared at this frame for a solid 10 minuets and I have no idea what it says on there I’m sorry. Someone in the comments is welcome to enlighten us.

“We gotta find it first.”

I can’t tell if that’s just dirt or if he hurt his head? But he look GOOD right now for one thing. For another, same outfit as the one in the Twinkie from the beginning of the trailer.

Look at her. LooK AT HER! LOOK! AT! HER! I MISSED HER SO MUCH even in that damn smiley face top that continues to haunt my waking hours she is in it so much and it stresses me out for literally no good reason I’m sorry-

I could literally cry right now and I think that speaks volumes to how little we actually see him genuinely happy. Have I mentioned how much I love that red hat?

Also, probably not that important, but this is not from the same scene as the shots of Pope and Kiara were. This is from the next one-

“Woogity-woogity?”

“Give me some woogity, baby!”

Yeah, this pushed me over the fucking edge, the way that they’re actually happy and laughing? The fact that they kept woogity-woogity and made it A Thing? Yes.

I am, however, going to be intentionally ignoring what appears to be the very intentional stagingof having such an obvious space between where Kiara and Pope are sitting adn where JJ sits, even including the level they’re sitting on because I don’t have the emotional capacity to face those implications right now. Thank you for your time.

Yes yeeeeEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!

GIVE ME ALL OF THE SCENES OF THEM ACTUALLY GETTING TO BE TEENAGERS AND JUST BREATHE AND LAUGH AND HAVE A GOOD TIME AND NOT BE RUNNING FOR THEIR FUCKING LIVES!!!!!!!!!!!

before Rafe comes in and literally starts shooting because they can’t breathe for more than 7 seconds but we’ll....get to that.

They refer to Sarah as a Pogue this season or I burn Netflix to the ground. Your move, Jonas.

50 bucks says John B is driving the Twinkie again for the first time since being back.

I deadass think the Pogues JUST got Sarah and John B back and they’re just having the time of their life. Kie was in her smiley face outfit when Pope was in this one a few clips ago, and I still hold to the belief that that one still they released of JJ and Kie hopping over a fence is the Pogue reunion so-

Ward? I have no idea what he’s looking at behind the wall paper and I’ll be so honest I don’t care my eyes are only seeing Pogue content right now.

“This is a map of the whole island.”

This fit, when will John B learn how to operate buttons, stay tuned for season 5. Also my previous theory of this being their reunion outfits and stuff because Pope is in the back in the same jacket as before.

The plot thickens and so has JJ’s hair, Rudy drop the shampoo brand.

Please, dear God, tell me they’re back in the sex church. For @jiaaraa sake.

Kiara, your Madison is showing.

Okay, I really did try but all I can make out is Something to the tomb begin something something.

You’re welcome.

I am no expert but I do not believe boats operate on land.

John B looks like he is in the same outfit here that is in his mug shot we saw on the TV screen so I have a sneaking suspicion this is where he gets caught. 

“John B is back-”

Once again with the damn sexual tension that’s always between Barry and Rafe in every scene they do are we about to kiss right now?

“-it’s him or me.”

First of all, no.

Second of all, I’m just....so very confused about this time line this season. It kind of looks like Ward and Rafe follow and find Sarah and John B in Nassau (unless those scenes by the truck were actually back in the OBX). So did they....go to Nassau, then just come right back when they did? I’m just confused.

Put that thing back where it came from or so help me.

Literally when will you stop at this point I am begging you. 

This looks like the same scene the Pogues were, ya know, literally just having a good time at so fuck me, I guess.

Yeah, no, it’s going to be a no from me, I’m just going to pretend like I’m not seeing this and moving on.

I have simply no idea what is going on here or who that is on the bike but maybe JJ? Maybe Luke even? I think that’s JJ’s bike. 

The sewer scene. The SEWER SCENE-

For months sicne that tiktok leaked this damn scene has been genuinely all I could think about. So (obviously) it seems like they’re sending Kie down into the sewer to go do seomthing and things go horribly, horribly wrong. 

If you haven’t seen the tiktok, essentially all it was was JJ and Pope screaming and trying to lift up the man hole cover while Kie is begging for them to hurry from inside. I’m cheating a little bit as this isn’t a shot from the trailer but this picture was posted and it’s from the same scene.

I’ll just....leave this here. Back to the trailer shots.

Nice. Also, same shirt as mugshot.

Hey, um, what? 

Kiara’s car, she’s driving, I can’t tell who’s in the back seat or the front.

Holy God what is going on and how can I as an audience member put a stop to it?

So, same scene as we will see and was in the teaser but, for some reason, they’re all jumping off of a giant ass boat into the little life raft where it looks like JJ gets hurt later but don’t you worry we’re getting to that.

JJ AND KIARA WITH THE POGUE HANDSHAKE JJ AND KIARA WITH THE POGUE HANDSHAKE THEY BOTH LOOK SO DAMN GOOD AND THEIR LITTLE SMILES SPARE ME-

Cleo 🥵

I’m so excited to see her arc and what it brings this season you guys have no idea.

Please for the love of God be about to get Ward Cameron’s ass like he deserves literally punt him into jail right from Tanny Hill.

Sarah at My Druther’s with what looks like a bloody bandage on her side? Same outfit she’s wearing when they’re running from the police on the beach and she has the bandage there too so. Interesting. 

Topper hugging who I’m pretty sure is Sarah, being a general douche because he’s clearly looking at John B like 😏 

Clips like these serve to remind me just how many of my worldly posessions I would gladly give up to be able to punch Topper Thorton in the throat one time. 

I think this is Cleo jumping off the boat with Pope after John B and Sarah. 

Absolutely busting a lung at Pope’s form in this one.

John B and Sarah waiting in the life raft, still Cleo and Pope coming after them. The obvious next question is where are JJ and Kiara. The scene I’m sure you all have been waiting for is coming up and clearly takes place in the life raft as well.

So, I really think JJ and Kie get left for last, something horrible happens as they’re trying to jump (my head instantly goes to JJ maybe like pushing Kie out of the way and getting hit on the head instead or even just some accident). 

And, oh my GOD a scene of him falling off the boat after it happens and Kiara diving in after him immediately, having to desperatly try to stop him from sinkingand get to the life raft holy shit-

Girl CATCH HIM?????

Because why wouldn’t this be Rafe’s fault. Part of me wonders if this isn’t related to JJ being hurt.

I am going to try and unpack this as calmly as possible because behind my computer screen I am vibrating at a frequency that could shatter glass but respectfully.

WHAT IN THE FUCK IS TIAUEWFHLAILA

Okay, so scene wise, JJ’s hit his head somehow (probably while he was jumping with Kiara) it looks like and now they’re back on the raft. 

In my opinion, this is either:

A) JJ is in really, really bad condition after getting hurt in the jump and they’re not sure he’s going to make it. So this is a “Please stay with me, stay awake, please don’t die” hug OR

B) They very narrowly just avoided a deadly situation (my first thought is JJ hits his head while jumping, passes out in the water, maybe almost drowns but Kie and the others get him onto the life raft in time) and this is more of a “Oh my God, you’re okay, you’re safe now, we’re okay” hug. 

I honestly lean more to the second one based on the little bit of Sarah’s face we saw in the background. To me, it almost looked like she was smiling thru tears, which, fits way more with the second option than the first. 

Anyways. Moving on before I burst a lung again.

(also, before anyone comes at me, no, I’m not happy JJ is hurt, obviously.  

(Once again, arrest outfits). You can still see the bandage but it looks like Sarah’s limping now too so...good Lord give the girl a break maybe?

Everything in this trailer just went to shit so fast I think I have whip lash, can we go back to the Pogues hanging out and being happy now pkease I liked those scenes.

“I get it. You guys are scared.”

“No.”

She’s cute but, uh, hello sewer scene outfits. Seems like them planning to do whatever the hell they were going to do in the sewers but the boys are starting to get cold feet as maybe they should but hind sight is 20/20 I suppose.

“It’s kind of cute.”

“I’m not scared.”

“You should’ve just led with that.”

I will never be able to express how much I adore Pogue banter and general dumbassery and I have a feeling this season will not be lacking in either department

I high key don’t think these two are actually going to be there for this scene to go down but I’ll let it slide this time because-

They do be kinda cute.

It both feels like I’ve been waiting for this damn show for 3 years and also like I just watched season 1 last month explain that to me. 

Either way holy shit. I missed this dumb show and these dumb kids so much it physcially hurts and WE GET THEM BACK IN T-MINUS 16 DAYS.

Also. Where The Hell Is Wheezie Cameron And When Will She Have The Rights She Deserves.

[bciwasinlove]

So this half-written post has been in my drafts for a couple weeks now didn't really think I would bother finishing it but after tonight thought I should. I have seen some [on both Tumblr and Twitter] have such a double standard when it comes to H&L and don't really care for both like they claim. Maybe some should just be say their a solo stan bc you only care about Harry bc he's Louis bf not for much else and are always one foot out the door from stanning Harry.

PSA This is my thoughts if you don't agree or don't do any of this just please keep scrolling. Also, some of these points may be relevant to only Twitter while other points only Tumblr but I'm posting this on both apps so I'm just putting all my thoughts collectively into one post.

From what I constantly see from my time on both apps especially this last year is that there is a huge double standard when it comes to L&H...

1) Some of you will defend Louis against every little piece of hate he receives but the problem lies when you turn a blind eye to some of the awful stuff said about Harry.

2) Some have stated [actually a lot] that they won't call themself a harrie bc toxic solo harries exist and they hate Louis but are fine calling themself a louie even tho toxic solo louies who hate Harry exist. Sounds like you only pretend to care about Harry as stated before bc he's Louis bf.

3) Back when we got Italy Elounor date pics everyone made memes and jokes about it or kept saying things like "poor Louis hate that he is forced to stunt with Eleanor" [did not blame Louis at all for it] but when we got Holivia Italy date pics I saw some of those same people [including a former mutual] get mad and fully blamed Harry for it as if it isn't the same situation. Where is the difference between both stunt vacations ?? Neither had a say in it and both were forced to do this bc both are closeted.

I feel like some think just bc Harry gets more media attention and promo that means he has more say and is more free but that is not the case. It's been pretty clear since last October when Jingle Ball was filmed Harry has not been well. He seems so fuckin done with everything since than and the only time he seemed decently happy was when he was filming a movie where he plays a gay man and slightly when performing bc he has missed doing so.

Don't even think some heard the full line correctly bc after he says it's about sweetness and a fan yells p***y he says "It's about female o****am" AND THAN "that's totally different it's not relevant" [the name of the song came from a book about that.] A lot of major UAs cited it as "so that settles that" which isn't correct and changes how to perceive what he meant. Also some seem to forget their are three other guys on the writing credits for WS who are into women.

4) We all know the solo harrie UA HSD who was exposed in a way for hating Louis and being very toxic saying lies about Louis and a ton of larries were like I dont care if they give fast/good updates on Harry they hate Louis so don't follow there's other UAs. Well some time later a popular solo louie UA got exposed for being run by a tumblr r*d who says awful stuff about Harry.

They even claimed Harry and his team helped start BG to ruin Louis careers and some of those same larries who said unfollow HSD bc they hate Louis said "I don't care what this acc [the SL UA] says elsewhere I'm here for updates" so when it's hates against Louis unfollow but when it's hate and lies about Harry it's turn the other way who cares ???

5) Just a few days ago we had that ss of Eleanor's text about football from "daddy" clearly meant to mean Louis and having him listed as "daddy" is sexual but everyone just found it funny and brushed it off like who cares we know they aren't actually together but when H says one line at a concert everyone loses their shit.

So that could easily mean the sweetness part is about himself and the other meaning [that he says isn't relevant] is about the other writers who most likely know what THAT is like compared to Harry [who regadless of his sexuality] has been with Louis since he was 16. Or like stated the book he read that gave him the idea of the song title.

Here is a good ask/post about WS meaning and how it can have multiple meanings NOT just one.

https://daisiesonafield-blog.tumblr.com/post/663910079575326720/hiii-im-from-argentina-and-last-night-on-midnight

TBH I don't even see a big deal in this and why it really matters. The biggest reason I have seen people complain about it is we will get more hate for this but how much more hate can we really get that makes a difference or is anything we haven't heard before? Whether this was said or not I had already been told every phrase in the book like "you're delusional" "go seek help" " go to a psych ward" ext. and it doesn't change the fact that Larry is still real. I know some can't handle those things [those who can't should definitely step away from online fandom for a while] I'm just saying we got told all those things before it's nothing new the amount we get at this point is a blur.

The second biggest reason I have seen is this gives antis the incentive to sexualize him but didn't they have enough incentive before when they kept shoving the WS meaning down our throats along with the womanizer image? Plus whenever Harry did something before Illuding to something sexual [example medicine and how he acts on stage when singing it mainly with his mic] everyone would be like yeah Harry 🤩 but now with this people are saying he shouldn't have said this bc this eggs antis on to sexualize him ??

So he just shouldn't have done half of the things he did on stage during HS1 tour bc a lot of how he acted on stage mainly during Medicine egged them on. We could get a picture of Harry sitting on a chair and they will find a way to sexualize him [I have personally seen it happen.] They have never had human decency and would have still acted whatever way they will act in the coming future regardless of this.

If I get hate from antis for what he said well I got told all those things after Louis bullshit tweet, Liam calling Larries delusional, Gemma saying false goodnight when asked if Larry was real, the twins saying Larry isn't real, Louis saying he will marry Eleanor one day ext. And anyone else who was around for those event mostly just ignored what all of them said or laughed at it so why is Harry saying this much different? All those things fueled antis just as much as this would so what does it matter at this point? The bullshit tweet from Louis 2012 was enough for them say all they had I really don't see this changing much.

This isn't the first time something like this has been done clearly and it won't be the last if it's an issue for you every time this happens it is probably best for you to just leave the fandom. If it's ONLY an issue when it's Harry saying something to allude to Larry not being real or playing into the "I'm straight" image just unstan Harry.

Someone did dmed me saying I think those mad at Harry from a newer stans perspective are not used to this type of situation and were expecting Harry to be coming out but got things like this instead and an older stans perspective has seen shit like this time and time again like in 2014/2015 when we thought they might be coming out but we got Dani and babygate instead.

If you were/are only here bc you want or expect them to come out just leave now bc you will not survive another year in this fandom where the endless cycle of them going one foot forward out the door to two steps back in the closet keeps happening. I've been a fan for 10 years I've seen it all became a Larrie after Haylor happened I guess I just became numb to all this.

My main point of this post is I'm tired of seeing people treat L&H differently when it comes to them being in the closet and having to go about being seen as straight. You can't say one is "forced to do and say things" but than say the other is "free to do and say as they please" when things related to closesting happen.

For any stunting related thing either both choose to do what they do and to be in the spot their in or neither is anywhere near free and has a say in what they do. One getting more promo and media attention doesn't make them any more free when they are heavily tied up in s*ny's ropes as their "golden boy" money maker 🤑🤑🤑. If you treat Harry completely different than you do Louis for the same thing then just be a solo stan please.

[cinebration]

A Challenge (Sherlock Holmes x Reader) [Part 1]

I would to see a Sherlock Holmes x reader fic where they meet at a party for the first time. Perhaps introduced to each other by Mycroft. — Requested by @inlovewithhisblueeyes​​​

Part 1 | Part 2

Tagged: @bichibibi​

Warnings: none

Gif Source: kpfun

Sherlock hated parties. They were a waste of his time, not to mention populated with far more people than he cared to be around—namely, all of them.

But Mycroft insisted. “Fame carries much weight, and if you won’t utilize it, then I shall,” he would say.

Thus he would parade Sherlock about like some exotic curiosity, introducing him to all kinds of members belonging to the upper echelons of English society. Sherlock would muster up a fake smile, which barely touched his lips, and listen to his brother and whichever poor soul he was trying to introduce Sherlock to natter over trivialities.

Mycroft had introduced half a dozen of said individuals within the first half hour of the party, and Sherlock was quite made up he was done humoring his brother. As he headed for the door, content to rid himself of social obligation, he found himself intercepted once more by his brother.

“Mycroft, no,” he said, trying to sidestep him.

“You will have to excuse him, miss,” Mycroft said to you, shooting a glare at Sherlock. “Sherlock, play nice. This is—oh damn, it’s Duke Farringdon. I trust you can take care of the introductions?”

With that, Mycroft raced to the other side of the room in the direction of a portly man with startlingly skinny legs for the size of his belly.

You smiled awkwardly, laughing with mild nervousness. “Well, introductions can be tricky business.”

Suppressing a sigh, Sherlock fixed his attention on you. “When it comes to my brother, that is true. I am Sherlock Holmes.” He waited for the gasp of surprise that usually followed.

Instead, you nodded and introduced yourself. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“I’m sorry, but I was expecting…” He shook his head. “My brother usually introduces me to people who take an interest in my work.”

“What do you do?”

Puzzled, Sherlock answered, “I am a detective.”

“Oh! From Scotland Yard?”

He laughed. “Please. I have more dignity than that.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend.” You spoke rapidly, pushing past it. “I’ve been abroad the last decade. I haven’t heard much news from England.”

That explained it. Before Sherlock could comment, you continued, “So, then, are you much like the Pinkertons?”

Eyebrows arching in surprise, Sherlock scrutinized your face. “I operate on my own.”

“Ah, an independent contractor. How delightful. I was hoping you weren’t like the Pinkertons. They seem to operate more for the robber barons than for anyone else.”

“I take it your travels took you to America.”

“Yes, how could you tell?” Amusement glimmered in your eyes.

“It wasn’t a difficult deduction.”

“Clearly.” You swept your gaze around the room. “Parties can be so boring, can’t they? Everyone is at their best when they are deep in their cups, and for those of us who abstain, we are left with the dregs of their behavior.”

Sherlock chuckled. “I agree.”

“My brother dragged me here. I suppose his first thought was that, rather than returning home to rest after my travels, I would rather surround myself with strangers.” A rueful smile touched you lips. “He doesn’t know me at all.”

“He didn’t travel with you?”

“Good heavens, no. If the sea passage didn’t kill him, I would have.”

Sherlock felt a smile fluttering at his lips. Something about your blatant honestly and sardonic humor was appealing to him, especially after a half-hour of sycophantic talk from the others at the party.

“Were you traveling for work or pleasure?”

“A bit of both. I have always wanted to see the world, and my current position had allied me to just that.”

“What work?”

You arched an eyebrow. “You’re the detective. You tell me.”

He examined you. Your dress was two years old, indicating a lack of funds and status—or a general disregard for fashion trends. Gloves covered your hands, preventing him from seeing anything telltale there. A single necklace around your neck spoke of some inherited wealth.

“You were a lady’s companion.”

“Incorrect.”

He blinked. Mistakes were bound to happen, however ,especially with so little evidence. He considered your mentioning Pinkertons. “A journalist, perhaps?”

“Incorrect again. My, my, you aren’t very clever, are you?”

He would have been affronted but for the laughter in your face that spoke of teasing.

“Well, Mr. Holmes, as delightful as I find your company, I am desperate to flee before my brother notices my absence. If you figure it out, please do ring me.” Reaching into your small purse, you handed him a calling card. “I’m sure you will figure it out in time.”

Bowing your head slightly, you retreated, slipping out of the ballroom with a haste that Sherlock envied. He flipped the card over in his hand, checking the thickness of it and the printing. It wasn’t as high-quality as he expected.

“Mycroft,” he called, practically peeling him away from the duke, “the woman you introduced me to—”

“Yes, she’s such-and-such’s sister, I believe.”

“Who, exactly?”

Mycroft’s forehead creased. “Why?”

“Answer the question.”

“Him,” he said, gesturing to a thin man not far from them. “She was quite eager to meet you.”

Sherlock frowned. “She didn’t know who I was.”

“Yes, she did. She asked me to introduce you.”

Apprehension mounting, Sherlock strode over to your brother, interrupting a conversation he was having with two young women. “Sir, can you tell me where your sister has gone?”

The man frowned. “I don’t have a sister.”

Sherlock glanced back at your hasty exit, a deep frown scoring his face. Seeing it, Mycroft immediately joined him.

“What is it?”

“That woman lied to me.”

Mycroft’s eyebrow arched. “Well, they can’t be trusted.”

Sherlock shot him a look.

“Fine, fine, but really, she lied and you didn’t see through it?” Mycroft shook his head. “You are losing your touch.”

Sherlock examined your card.

It was a challenge.

A smile pulled at his lips. He loved a challenge.

[thewritetofreespeech]

hello!! i've made a request before but this idea came in my brain and i heard your requests were open. So ive seen a lot of fics of the brothers saving mc, but what about mc kinda of saving the brothers, i mean like badass sword fighting style. Just like a stereotypical disney prince saves a princess mc kinda saves the brothers from getting killed by a lesser demon with a sword and just being badass (and sword) and the bros find it hot (weak humans? never heard of them)

*spongebob narrator voice* 400 years lat’er..... So sorry this took so long! I genuinely don’t know why I couldn’t get it done. When I actually tried, I got it done in like 2 days. My only excuse is that I’m a horrible trash munny >.<

Obey me Boys + Power Princess MC

Lucifer

It offends him that this creature, this being not fit to lick the soles of his boots, would raise their hand to him. The attack was not even what upset him, but just the gall. The utter stupidity of this decision to throw one’s life away. The fact that they had attacked with you around only made him wish to end that pathetic life that much sooner.

“Step back [Y/N]. I’ll deal with this quic—” Lucifer cut himself off when you rushed forward. A bright shining sword in your hand as you lunged. Slashing through the demon, who wailed and instantly turned to dust & ash. “What on Earth was that?”

“Oh. It’s my sword.” You reply nonchalantly. Turning around to show it to him. “It’s a holy arc sword, or something. I can summon it from my bracelet whenever I need it. Cool to know it actually works in a pinch.”

“And where did you get such a magical artifact?” Lucifer asked. Perplexed beyond reason, but trying not to show it.

“Lord Diavolo gave it to me when I first got here.” The demon arched a brow. Lord Diavolo? “It would be really irresponsible of him to just let a human wander around hell without some kind of weapon.”

He paused for a moment. Trying to piece all of what you had just said together. Then he just chuckled. “Yes, I suppose it would be.” And here he thought that he had been the only one protecting you. When all along you could do it yourself.

His hand reached out to pat your head fondly. His breast swelling with pride. “I’ll have to thank him for giving you such a thoughtful, practical gift. We’ll also have to add sword play to your lesson plans. I’d be more than happy to be your tutor.

Mammon

‘Shit!’ Mammon mentally cursed as he was hit again.

This wasn’t the first time he’d been rough up outside a club. Given his lifestyle, and his gambling track record, he’d been pummeled by a few bouncers in his life. With his immense power, he could easily take them; if he tried. But then he would be banned from the club, and ever other, and that was something he couldn’t handle over the humiliation of being beat up by these clowns. He needed this. It was all he had.

So, he took his beatings from lesser demons when they came around. He’d only wished they’d picked a different night to get their ‘payment’ back since you were supposed to be here soon.

“Come on guys. Don’t ya think you’ve had enough?”

“We’ll tell you when we’ve had enough!” One demon sneered at him, before kicking a man while he was down. Classy. “You owe us. And we’re gonna get back every cent you owe out of your hide!”

The demon reared his foot back to kick him again, and Mammon mentally sighed. Preparing himself for the kick and really being over this since it began. But….no kick came.

The demon let out a loud grunt over the sound of a metal ‘wack’ before the two, even lesser goons beside him suffer the same fate and they all slump to the ground. “Mammon! Are you ok?!”

The silver haired demon looked up at you in shock. The light from the street lamp causing a halo to form around you, highlighting your worried face as you brandished a rusty pipe like some great sword. “Yeah…I’m fine….”

“You don’t look fine! You’re all beat up!” He just sat there as you dropped the pipe and dropped down to him. Fretting over him as you looked him over. He couldn’t hear what you were saying over the beating sound of his heart in his ears.

No one had ever tried to help him before.

Mammon lifted his arms and wrapped them around you. “Mammon? What—“Let’s get out of here.” He interrupted as he hugged you. Standing up, and helping you to your feet, after a moment to walk out of the alley. “I don’t want to be here anymore. I wanna go somewhere with you.”

“But….I thought you wanted to go out tonight. Play cards. You said you were feeling lucky?”

He couldn’t tell if that was a jab or not, but replied, “well clearly I was wrong.” Though despite his bumps and bruises, he did still feel pretty lucky right not. “I just want to get out of here. I don’t need this anymore.” You both decide to head home to help Mammon nurse his wounds. He never went back to that club, or really any club, after that night.

Levi

“Levi….I don’t think this is such a good idea.”

“Nonsense!” Levi quipped in response to your perfectly reasonable, concerned feelings. “It’s just a little further. Besides, I want to see Henry 1! I’ve missed him a ton recently, and want to make sure he remembers me.” It had broken his heart to discover his poor, lost serpent had been down here, all alone, this whole time. So he made an effort to see him every now and then.

“Yeah but…isn’t this still like super-secret for Lord Diavolo’s family and stuff? What if there’s like booby traps and stuff?”

“Come on! There weren’t any booby traps or anything before. Why would he when he has Henry to keep it…..” Levi trailed off as both of you were ingulfed by a long, dark shadow. A low hissing sound growing louder as a gold, stripped serpent towered over you with a menacing glare. “That’s not Henry.”

The snake hissed loudly with bared fangs and an open mouth, and you both scream and run to get away from it.

The serpent of course chased you. Easily able to keep up, and only loosing you when the two of you duck into a narrow corridor. Levi turned around to say something to you, but you were gone. His immediate thought was that the stranger snake had gotten you, and it was all his fault, and he would never see you again!

When he came to the end of the corridor, walking out like a man on death row instead of running, he looked up to see the snake in front of him. Clearly angered by having to chase him. Levi didn’t care. He wanted to die if anything happened to you. He’d rather die than live one moment without you.

Prepared to accept his fate, the demon didn’t move when the snake unhinged his jaw to eat him in one gulp. Only for a sharp spike to thrust out from his mouth a moment later. A strange, hissing gasp escaping it before it slumped down in a lifeless heap on the floor. “[Y/N]!”

“Jesus! Not to put too fine a pin on it, but this place is literally a maze. One minute I’m next to you, and the next I’m in some armory on the other side of the hall 50 feet away. Are you alright Levi?”

The demon scrambled up the snake corpse to stand next to you and wrapped his arms tight around your being. “[Y/N]! I was so scared! I thought this Henry imposter got you, and you were dead, and I couldn’t think of anything!”

“I’m really ok Levi.” You assure him, as he wept into your shoulder. “Do you still want to see the real Henry? I think I spotted where he actually is when I was running back with the spear?” Levi nodded into your shoulder. Still not prepared to let you go.

Satan

Satan always tried to be a reasonable man.

He hated being referred to as ‘The Demon of Wrath’. It wasn’t his wrath that had caused him to be born. And he wasn’t any angrier than his brothers, so why did he have to be labeled the ‘bad seed’? So he always tried to be level headed. Calm. Patient. But there were somethings he just could not abide. Like the boorish behavior of someone talking loudly in the library.

“Excuse me,” the blonde said, attempting to remain calm, as he came over to the rude demon two tables over, “could you please keep it down? This is a library.”

“Yeah. I know what it is.” He quipped back rather snippily. “What are you? The librarian?”

“No. Just a fellow book lover.” Satan replied. Grinding his teeth now. “And one who can follow the rules and basic social decorum of keeping my conversations to myself in a place like this.”

“Are you calling me stupid?!”

“No. I’m calling you uncouth. A word meaning undignified, and without manners.”

“Why you!”

The demon rose to his feet, towering over Satan now that he was standing. Not that it mattered. Height was not an immediate representation of strength. Look at Belphie. His younger, shorter brother could level a whole city with a flick of his wrist. Satan could easily dispatch of his imbecile without even breaking a sweat.

He never got the chance though, as just after he stood the demon let out a grunt and slumped to the floor; with you standing behind him on his depleted chair with a book in your hand like you had just pulled it from The Stone. “Bet you’re glad I think Kindles are dumb now.”

Satan had to right himself on what he was seeing, and then frowned at you. “I never said that, and get down.” He insisted. Offering you his hand to get down. You hop down with ease and set your weapon book on the table. “Honestly, I could have handled him without resorting to violence or cheap theatrics.”

“Cheap?? This book was very expensive.” You insist, and Satan had to scoff.

“Be that as it may, please do not use books for more than their intended purpose. I appreciate the assist, but I can’t have you hurting yourself or fine literature in the future.”

“You’re such a buzz kill sometimes Satan…..”

Asmo

Asmo always loved going to the club. The dancing. The energy. The pulsing music. The people.

Well…usually the people. Some people, usually bro-dude demons, just couldn’t take a hint that ‘no’ meant ‘no’.

“Come on Asmo! Why are you being so stingy?!”

“I’m not being ‘stingy’,” Asmo replied with a frown marring his beautiful face. “I’m just not interested.”

“You were interested last time.” His pursuer replied. Like that somehow gave automatic permission that things would happen again.

“That was a long time ago.” The dusk haired blonde replied. Sipping his cocktail and looking thoughtful across the spacious VIP lounge over to you.

Yes, things had certainly changed. Once where it would take a whole room of people and attention to make him content, these days all he wanted was you. Just you sparing a moment to look at him made his heart feel incredibly full. He had come here to have a fun night out with you, but it seemed no matter where he went his beauty was always causing problems.

The lesser demon frowned, then looked towards the direction Asmo was looking to land on you. “Shoot, just bring them along with us.”

“Excuse me?” Asmo asked. Beautiful expression turning Ignatius as he sat down his drink.

“Bring them along. I’ve never had sex with a human. But there must be something to it if you’re willing to do them. Not that I suppose that takes much….”

At that, Asmo leapt from his chair and grabbing the brute by the collar. He wasn’t normally one for violence. He wasn’t like his dull brothers. But he couldn’t let a slight like that against you slide. “Take it back!”

The two demon’s scuffle. Clearing out the VIP lounge as everyone ran. Scared that they might transform at any moment and literally tear each other apart. Asmo somehow ended up on his back, a position that usually didn’t bother him, as the other reared back to punch him in the face.

Or, at least he would have if he didn’t start convulsing and fall on the ground a moment later.

“Asmo! Are you ok?!”

The Lust Demon looked at you for a moment. Then delicately covered his mouth with both hands. Returning to normal. “[Y/N]! You saved me!!”

“Yeah. This little thing packs a punch.” You replied. Holding out your little pink taser from She-Sword from your clutch. “I couldn’t let this jerk hurt your beautiful face.”

“No one is more beautiful than you my fierce warrior queen!” He praised. Basking in the moment for only a second before you both scamper off before security came.

You both might be beautiful, but you didn’t want to end up on the evening news.

Beel

“I want to take up kendo.” Beel announced to you one day. Out of the blue. “I’ve been looking for ways to add variety to my workout. I came across this video on kendo and thought it would be fun.”

Of course, Beel knew you had practiced kendo in the past at school. So he might have also been looking for fitness activities for you to do together. In any case, he really liked seeing you in your little workout outfit. It was super cute.

He also liked you showing him the basics of kendo; stance, footing, basic strike movement. When he felt he had gotten the hang of it, Beel jovially asked for a sparring match with you.

“I don’t know….”

“Come on [Y/N], sparring with someone is the best way to learn fighting.” He reasoned. “Besides, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“I’m not worried about that….” He heard you mutter under your breath, but thought that he must have imagined it as you squared off.

Standing across from you in the arena, something changed. The hair on the back of Beel’s neck stood up. Not in the excited way that it normally did when he saw you. But something more….primal. His grip tightened a little more as he realized he might have to get a little serious with you.

It was all for nothing though as the match was over just as soon as it started.

The shinai went flying out of his hands, landing across the room just as Beel landed on his butt. His backside throbbing as his bell was rung clear as day. He rubbed his head as he looked up at you. “I may have forgotten to mention that I was three-time national kendo champ all through school.”

The demon looked up at you with a shiny, sparkly gaze only until now reserved for delicious food. “Teach me sensei!”

Belphie

He hated being out. He wanted to go home.

Being outside in the sun, with all these…..people was hell to him. Belphie would rather be home, in actual hell, with his blanket and pillow and quiet, rather than ‘top side’ with you for the whole afternoon. Not that it was you or anything. You were the only bright star on this miserable day. He’d be damned if he’d let one of his brothers spend the day with you when he could.

“Belphie, do you want an ice cream? Maybe that will help with the heat?”

He wanted to say that the only thing that would help him was getting the hell out of here. But, he bit his tongue. The demon knew how important this was to you to come ‘home’ now & then and he didn’t want to ruin it for you. So he just nodded and asked, “strawberry please.”

He sat in the shade as he watched you go over to the ice cream truck alone. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he was just a hopeless shut in. Like Levi, only worse. He just wanted humans so much that being around them was making him crankier than normal today.

“Geez, get a look at that side show over there.”

Belphie looked up from his daze at the human who was a few yards away from him. Snickering and staring with his friends in a voice that a regular human wouldn’t be able to hear. “If you have something to say, then say it, you chicken shit fuck.” Again, he was very cranky.

The human was obviously taken aback at being heard and then called out like that. “What did you say to me?!” He yelled, once he got his bearings on the situation, and took a ‘threatening’ step forward to see if he would repeat it.

“I said ‘If you have something to say, then say it, you chicken shit fuck’.” Of course he repeated it. “Don’t mutter something under your breath like a coward. Say it like a man, or keep your gross mouth shut.” This was why he hated humans. No spine.

Well, metaphorical spine. If he kept this up, Belphie was gonna prove that he had a spine when he ripped it out and made him wear it as a neck tie.

“You little fuck--!” Belphie, of course, didn’t move when he stomped closer. Not that he needed to, because he was stopped in his tracks rather abruptly when you stepped between then. Holding a knife from your pocket.

“I suggest you get out of here, before the only ‘side show’ around here is your knife swallowing act pal.” The man seemed to frozen for a moment as he tried to process if you were serious. Then his flight instincts kicked in and he took off running with his friends across the park. “Gosh, I think I’ve been spending to much time with you guys. I never would have done anything like this before.” You said after a sigh, then turned back to Belphie.

“My hero.” He cheered softly, in his typical tired voice but still with a soft smile. Seeming extremely proud of the bad influence he was on you.

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL

March 2021 Part 4

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. 

This is a LONG ONE, it’s been A WEEK everyone. 

Ongoing Series - Thai

Lovely Writer Ep 5 - a little slow this week, but at least Gene finally flirted back, and very cute flirting it was, too. Also we got Aey’s motivation, background, and love interest. Thank goodness for that. 

Brothers Ep 8 - still pants, what can I say? Clearly I am a BL masochist. Very embarrassing for everyone concerned. 

1000 Stars Ep 9 - the conflict over Tian’s father was REALLY well done. The plot of this drama is excellent, the leads are great together, and yes I totally cried. What, you didn’t? 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Word of Honor (China) Ep 16-18 - big battle fighty fighty stabby stabby. Ep 17 switches to “this drama isn’t big enough for two chaotic-neutral godlings!” So what do they do? Drink together and bicker... A LOT. Then in Ep 18 we all get the dubious joy of really freaky puppets. (I HATE puppets.) Also how is China letting this be so SO VERY VERY GAY?  Also, I wanna walk through the forest wearing a smanshy purple robe and waving a big fuck-off white fan around simply because I’m a pretentious fuss monger. And frankly, I feel like this is an achievable life goal for me. 

We Best Love 2 (Taiwan) Ep 4 - not gonna lie, this is looking to be one of my top 3 BLs of 2021. It’s SO GOOD. Big bonus to this ep for treating stalker behavior like the mental illness it is and not as some dumb representation of enduring love. 

The Most Peaceful Place is My Place (Vietnam) Ep 1 - finally dropped (find it under NƠI BÌNH YÊN NHẤT LÀ VỀ BÊN EM on O2′s channel). It’s got actors already comfortable with BL and looks pretty good so far. An angry tsundere uke reunited with his ex, a stoic chef, giving us lots of snap, crackle, and pop out the gate. 

Dear Uranus (Taiwan GL) Ep 2 - I want to love it, but it is just moving too fast. There’s not enough character dev and then they’re throwing flashbacks in? It feels like a treatment rather than a show, and a rushed treatment at that. Bummer. 

HIStory 4: Close To You (Taiwan) Ep 2 (AKA Ep 3-4) - let the cheesy popcorn continue! Idiot remains an idiot; ingenue remains an ice queen; nice gay guy remains nice and gay; obsessive stalker brother is getting ever more whackadoddle. Of course these last two have the best chemistry. (It’s caregiver codependency and the salvation trope. We got us a Leo/Fiat situation going on.​) Plus lots of classic BL tropes because OF COURSE there are lots of tropes. 

Occasionally, I am tempted to argue that shows like H4 or Cherry Magic or Ossan’s Love aren’t technically BL because of the office setting and age of the protags - but then they all behave like high school students anyway, so *shrug* 

Stand Alones

Cute little Taiwanese micro BL Friend or Lover dropped, about bisexual realization within a friendship group. Normally these are too short for me, but this one did pretty good with its 15 minutes of charm, plus it’s abad boy + shy softy pairing. 

Breaking News - Thai BL

Fish Upon the Sky released its actual trailer. The upside-down kiss is gone, which makes everyone sad, and it seems far less rivals to lovers than the first iteration, which makes ME sad. But it still looks good and a more classic BL than GMMTV has given us in a while. New trailer focused more on the makeover trope and they’ve upped Mix’s role (the object of everyone’s affection) now that he’s proved himself. (Or they are using him more to carry the trailer since he has a fan base form 1k*). Starts April 9 on GMMTV in 1K*’s time slot, probably with a 10 ep run. 

2gether the movie is apparently coming April 22 to Thai theaters. F4 Thailand must be having issues or GMMTV just wants to milk the BrightWin cash cow. It’s rumored to be a combination of 2gehter + Still 2gether with some extra scenes and ending. Also, one assumes a lot will be cut out, if it’s movie length.

Call It What You Want released its updated trailer. If anything, it looks more scary than before. What are we in for? April 9th. 

Nitiman got a release date, May 7 on One31. 

I Told Sunset About You 2 got an updated release date of May 27 on LineTV. 

Second Chance the series is coming to LineTV on March 29. I don’t know much about this one. Tons of familiar faces (mostly TharnType side dishes) and some nice looking new talent but a dearth of eng subs. I think it may take on Brothers’ time slot. Line did eng subs for Brothers so maybe they will do 2nd Chance too? 

Close Friend the series is coming April 22. This is a combination of 6 couples with 6 story arcs as music videos (maybe)? It’s an epic fan service with familiar faces like OhmFluke (UWMA), MaxNat (LBC also in Y-Destiny), YoonLay (YYY also in Y-Destiny), KimCop (GenY), and JaFirst (TT2).

Y-Destiny starts March 30, and has starting dropping couple’s trailers. I’m still suspicious given the director but it seems like there is plot (or plots) and a theme. Looks to be a series of 7 single ep vignettes (amended, see comments, might be 2 eps each for 14 eps total), different couple each time, some with supernatural elements, all with decent chemistry and acting chops. 

Sun MaxNat’s tutor/student arc

Mon jaded rich kid meets poor innocent  

Tues sports romance enemies to lovers 

Weds the messy realistic actual dating one 

Thurs hot ghost boyfriend (sad) 

Fri YoonLayPerth coping with loss and finding new love (sad). This one will all rest on Lay's acting so we know it’s in safe hands. Our boy is going to KILL it. 

Sat time-slip memory loss reunion romance 

I’m thinking we can’t expect any of these to end happy or be classic BL. They’re gonna be more slice of life-ish. 

Gossip - BL Outside of Thailand 

Scholar Ryu’s Wedding Ceremony AKA Nobleman Ryu’s Wedding (Korean historical BL) got a legit teaser (eng sub here). @curriculumvtae​ reports that it’s releasing April 15th on WeTV (Philippines & Thailand) and Idol Romance (South Korea), while Will of Thai Bl says it’ll be on Viki too. It’s a short run of 8 ep built on a fake relationship trope (arranged marriage variant):

Ryu Ho Seon’s (Kang In Soo from You Wish) arranged marriage turns out to be with his expected bride’s brother, Choi Ki Wan (Lee Se Jin from Mr Heart). Ryu tries to undo the marriage, but his ill mother opposes this saying the scandal would be too much. Meanwhile, Kim Tae Hyeong (Jang Eui Soo from Where Your Eyes Linger), a senior at Ryu’s school, comes to congratulate him and falls in love with Choi. Then one day, the original bride disappears.

Okay it seems a bit twisty turny for ONLY 8 EPS, but oh my goodness how excited are we? Our first intentional historical BL out of Korea!

We already knew Hong Kong was doing a remake of Japan’s Ossan’s Love under the same name (not my favorite Japanese BL but so very popular) but it’s now reported to be coming to Viu in June. Who knows how the CFA will take it. Depends on whether Hong Kong bows before the NO GAY KISSES regs or if they are going to use this as a political nose thumb... things could get cray with this puppy (the original has several kisses and s shower scene). Are we back in Addicted territory only with added comedy and civil unrest?

Speaking of Japan, Absolute BL (AKA Zettai BL ni Naru Sekai vs Zettai BL ni Naritakunai Otoko) dropped sooner than anyone thought, March 27. But being Japanese who knows how/when/if we get subs. Protag finds himself trapped in a world of BL, but being straight he fights against any hot guy that draws near, but the whole world (literally) is conspiring against him. It’s a parody adapted from a yoai.

What with Absolute BL from Japan plus Lovely Writer and Call it What You Want from Thailand, is 2021 the year of BL being ultra self referential? Sure feels like it.

In Case You Missed It

Faded a gay micro film from Taiwan from 2017 deals with parental acceptance and serves up a ton of BL tropes (piggyback, forehead kiss, etc). I’m pretty sure this was a propaganda piece for legalization of gay marriage, and it’s an interesting nugget of BL history as a result. Yes, it ends happy. It’s cute. 

Next Week Looks Like This:

Some shows may be listed a day later than actual air date for accessibility reasons.

Upcoming 2021 BL master post here.

Links to watch are provided when possible, ask in a comment if I missed something.

Man there’s a lot going on right now! Spring has sprung... I suppose. 

P.S. I cannot believe I missed Absolute BL as a blog name. Numbnuts = me.