#she wants to be and be with them simultaneously

[glorytoukraine2022]

I agree with most of this, but I want to clarify a few things. The movie was aiming for presenting a more thorough concept of Ohana by introducing hanai, which includes non blood relatives as well. It is typical for the grandparents to raise the children and instill cultural values into them while the parents visit the children and work to provide for the family. In Hawaiian culture this is seen less as giving your child up for adoption and more as sharing a gift. Lilo is still living within the family unit and still being raised in her Native homeland.

However, this doesn’t erase the problems with this movie.

For starters, Nani never aspired to pursue a degree as a marine biologist in the original movie. She wanted to become a surfer. So why give her a goal that she never had in the original movie? That alone doesn’t make sense. The director is just trying to push his own mindset and agenda onto Nani. He’s assuming that she and other single parents like her would want this just because he would want it.

It’s true that being thrust into the role of a single parent isn’t easy and it has challenges. But in the animated version, Nani was willing to bear those challenges in order to keep her family together. That’s not wearing “rose tinted lenses” as the director said. It’s being mature and responsible. Stepping up to be your younger sister’s guardian even though you aren’t ready or prepared is a sign of strength and the highest form of love.

There’s nothing wrong with a young woman going out into the world to pursue their dreams, but who says that your dreams have to come at the cost of those that you are responsible for? Or that being responsible for a child means that you have to give up your dreams? There are countless young people enrolled in undergraduate, graduate and PhD programs that are simultaneously raising young children. It’s not easy, but it is very possible.

Also, I would like to point out that pursuing a degree isn’t the same thing as getting a job. Yes, getting a degree can help you obtain a well paying job, but earning a degree takes time. It takes a year, of not longer, to obtain that degree. And given that it’s implied that Nani is going to an undergraduate program, meaning that it’s going to be four years before she is able to get a job to provide for Lilo. And since we are including Hanai as the extended family, then it is Nani’s responsibility to make an income for the family while Lilo is being raised by Tutu. So how is Nani going to provide for her Ohana until she receives her degree? She’ll need a job, as many people do, while pursuing her degree.

If we want to stick with the Hanai ending, then we could still have Lilo being raised by Tutu while Nani works part time to provide for her Ohana while pursuing her degree, but this doesn’t change the one major elephant in the room: Nani leaving to study marine biology in California instead of studying it in Hawaii. As I mentioned above, Lilo will not be leaving her indigenous roots to live in the mainland, but Nani will be, at least while she’s pursuing her degree. And yes, she has the portal to visit Lilo at any time she wants, but if she can use the portal to visit Lilo in Hawaii from California, then she can use the portal gun to attend class in California while living with Tutu and Lilo in Hawaii. And as many people have pointed out, Nani could go study marine biology for free in Hawaii since she’s a native. This way, she could pursue her dream while remaining with Lilo and Tutu. So why doesn’t she do this instead?

Because the directors are enforcing their own worldview onto Nani, then having her do what would make most sense for both Lilo and herself. There’s nothing wrong with Lilo being raised by Tutu in Hawaii, but there is something wrong with Nani viewing Lilo as a burden and leaving Hawaii to study marine biologist in California.

So to summarize my post, the directors didn’t upend the concept of Ohana in Hawaiian culture, but they did upend Nani’s entire character.

I am spoiling the live action Lilo & Stitch. And I am doing it up front and plainly.

Do not fucking see this movie. Do not waste your money on this. Period.

They made Nani give Lilo up to the American government. They made Nani LEAVE Hawaii and pursue being a marine biologist. They made a native Hawaiian character give up her sibling to pursue a dream that she originally did not have. This is imperialist propaganda at its FINEST.

The original fucking movie is about family staying together. It's about indigenous people being able to stay with each other and stay in their home and be together! That's the whole fucking point! Nani is Lilo's last living relative on her homeland—it is jarring, it is disgusting and disturbing that Nani would not only leave her last blood relative alone, give her up to the very government that is harming native Hawaiians TODAY, but also travel to the "mainland" for her dream!

Not to mention, Nani's actress isn't fucking Hawaiian. She's much paler in photos and real life. They fucking darkened her for this movie.

Don't even get me started on the transgender subtext of Pleakley's "human" disguise from the original movie being completely erased in favor of him being played by a regular ass white man. Jumba doesn't have his accent, they made him more villainous, and his "human" disguise is a non-fat white man—which part of his original joke, I know, is that he was bigger and was more clumsy in the movie because of his size, but to have the main shape of his character completely removed is also fucking weird.

This live action movie is a desecration to the original. I encourage you to not see it, please. Don't give Disney any of your money on this one. Just watch the original. Please just watch the original.

The new message in the live action movie is disturbing and gross.

This is one of the most disrespectful live actions I've seen and heard of. I implore you to not watch it.

[grapejuice32]

angel having a vivid dream about rafe and he's surprised (and obviously honored) because his angel is moaning his name in her sleep as she moves desperately

angel!reader x Rafe

warnings: angel has a wet dream, dub con, somnophilia, m. masturbation

a/n: thank you for the ask anon, I hope you like it <3

Rafe was laying on his back, staring blankly at the ceiling after trying and failing to fall asleep. Besides him, you were in a deep sleep, having drifted off almost as soon as Rafe had turned off the lights. It was only when Rafe thought he was finally going to fall asleep that you moved, he brushed it off as you getting comfortable again. You moved a couple more times before stilling for a minute. Rafe took that as his queue that everything was okay and let his eyes fall shut, but then he heard it. A small thing at first, almost unnoticeable. But Rafe caught it, the whimper that you let out as you began to shift again. 

His immediate thought was that you were having a nightmare again, and so he readied himself for you to wake up at any moment wanting him to comfort you. But you didn’t. No, your shifting became desperate. In fact, he couldn’t even call it shifting now, not with the way you were rubbing your legs together, hips moving back and forth. He stared at you, his eyes going wide as you called his name. He knew that voice, that tone. You weren’t having a nightmare, no you were having a wet dream. 

His lips curled as he watched you, his cock twitching in his boxers as you writhed and whined. Perhaps it was slightly perverted, what he was doing, but he couldn’t stop himself. Not as you, his angel, were moaning for him, needing him even in your dreams. The thought had him adjusting his now painfully hard cock. 

“Fuck,” he cursed quietly as you turned to face him, your hard, pierced nipples poking through the thin fabric of your shirt. Rafe pushed the sheets off of his body, in turn revealing your lower half to him, exposing your lack of panties. He couldn’t help but palm himself over his boxers, your sleepy whines and moans of his name becoming more erratic and debauched as your dream progressed. He knew that sound, had it memorized, engrained in his memory. You wanted to cum, yet it didn’t seem like you could. 

He swallowed as he wondered if maybe, just maybe, you needed help. But no, he couldn’t. That would be wrong, right? He continued to rub his hand over himself, his eyes never leaving your writhing body, your thighs clenching and rubbing together in a desperate need for relief. It would be cruel to leave you to suffer though, he didn’t want his angel to be in pain. He had to help you, he couldn’t leave you like this. What kind of boyfriend would he be if he left you unsatisfied? 

Slowly, he slipped one of his hands between your thighs, another groan leaving his lips at the wetness that coated them. His fingers made contact with your clit, your hips bucking up at the contact, your desperate cunt clenching around nothing. Rafe rid himself of his boxers, his free hand finding his cock and slowly starting to pump it. He hissed at the feeling before slipping to of his fingers into your wet walls. 

He worked the both of you simultaneously, your hands gripping onto his arm as your toes curled. Even in your sleep you knew he was the only one who could make you feel like this, cries of his name escaping your lips. He swore, moaning your name as your walls squeezed around his fingers, your orgasm hitting you hard enough that it woke you. 

“Rafe?” you whispered hoarsely, his fingers still working in and out of your soaked cunt. 

His hand slowed on his aching cock, “ ‘s okay-fuck,” he rasped as his balls tightened, “gotta cum, angel.” 

You blinked, half delirious but aware of what was happening. “I was dreaming.” 

“I know, baby.” His voice was strained as he tried to hold back his inevitable climax. “Were cryin’ and whinin’ f’me, so I had to help my girl out.” He swore as his orgasm hit him, cumming in spurts that covered his hand and lower abdomen. Rafe curled his fingers inside of you, hitting that spot inside of your gummy walls and pulling another orgasm from you. 

He panted heavily and pulled his fingers from you, licking your cum clean off of his fingers. “ ‘s okay, angel,” he spoke as he wiped his cum off of himself, “go back to sleep.” 

You could only hum, curling into his side and succumbing back to a now peaceful sleep. “Thank you,” he heard you murmur as he too drifted off, and he knew you weren’t thanking him for telling you to sleep again. His throat bobbed and he nodded, more to himself than you. You’d liked it, loved it, considering you thanked him for it. Depraved thoughts began to swirl through his mind, but he shook them away. He wouldn’t act on them. No, not before you gave him the go ahead tomorrow morning, because he’d be damned if this wasn’t the first thing he asked you about when you both woke. 

[deadpanjisung]

❦for life❦ | in life pt. 2

part one: ❦ in life ❦ pairing: lee know x afab!reader; i.n x afab!reader, suggestive i.n x lee know MDNI!!!!!  genre: angst, smut, fluff wc: 5.9k cw: use of y/n, swearing, mentions of sadness, anxiety, mental health issues, unconventional relationship dynamics smut cw: threesome, breast play, masturbation (female & male), unprotected sex, missionary sex, prone bone, teasing, multiple cre4mpies, breeding kink if you squint (sorry if i missed any) feedback is encouraged ◡̈ i hope you enjoy♡ -˚₊‧꒰ა ginny ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・ Copyright Ⓒ 2025 by deadpanjisung All rights reserved. ☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・

“Y/N-nnie?” Jeongin sought your attention. You had been lounging on your living room couch, watching Jeongin play a game on his console. 

You had been splitting your time between Minho and Jeongin almost evenly since the incident. The incident that made you see relationships with a whole new perspective. When it came to relationships, you were anything but conventional; still, it was out of your ‘norm’ to be romantically involved with two people, let alone, two members of the same group. Your boyfriend, now using his title, and one of his closest friends. 

You knew that Minho was the love of your life; you had no doubt about that. That was precisely why you were so conflicted when you started feeling differently around —and towards Jeongin. The conversation with Minho had been postponed until Jeongin felt comfortable enough to have it. So, you usually spent time with them separately, with Minho’s previous consent; because your relationship with Minho was already established, unlike you and Jeongin. 

The rest of the members weren’t aware of your current arrangement— at least not to your knowledge. You opted to keep it private until things cleared up amongst the three of you. You and Hyunjin had agreed that you wouldn’t have sex again; still, your relationship was never amorous, just sex and friendship. In order to hang out with Jeongin in the privacy of your apartment or their dorm, you had to create an elaborate scheme. 

“Yes, Innie?” You asked, snapping out of your thoughts. 

“We’re leaving for two months in less than a week.” He reminded you. You rolled your eyes. 

“Why would you say that?” You whined, kicking your legs on the couch. “I’m depressed enough already.”

“No. I’m just saying… maybe we should have the talk.” He clarified. “Minho hyung and I will be alone at some point, and I think we’ll feel compelled to talk about it anyways.  I’d rather have you here too.” You nodded.

“Want me to call him up?” You asked, Jeongin shook his head.

“No, this is my day.” He said, wrapping his arm around you, making you lean back into his chest.

“Well, too bad. I’m here now.” Minho announced as he barged in the door. “I got bored and then, I thought hey, I have a whole girlfriend in her apartment hanging out with this random boy. I should go over there. So, I came here.” He sat on the other side of your couch and leaned into you so he could kiss your lips.

“How long have you been spying on us?” You questioned him. “I don’t think I like this new habit of yours.”

“Long enough.” He said, a slight blush creeping into his ears. “I missed you. I didn’t miss you, though.” He looked at Jeongin during the latter statement. 

“This was supposed to be my day, hyung.” Jeongin snapped at him. “You can hang out with Y/N any day, no questions asked.” Jeongin pouted. 

“Look, Jeonginnie. I love you and I love Y/N. But she’s also kind of my girlfriend and I want to be with her before we leave.” Minho deadpanned. “So, yeah, you’re stuck with me today. I do think we should have the conversation, by the way.” He winked at Jeongin. 

“So, can I order some bulgogi pizza or something?” You asked. 

“I’m on a diet.” Minho and Jeongin said simultaneously. You rolled your eyes.

“I get it, but c’mon, we’re going to have a, possibly, traumatizing conversation. We need the comfort food.” You negotiated. 

“Fine.” Jeongin caved in. You looked at Minho and he nodded, rolling his eyes but took out his phone and left the room to order the food. Minho returned a few minutes later.

“The pizza will be here in twenty minutes.” Minho announced and he sat back down next to you, placing your legs on top of his lap. “So, you want to do this now… or?”

“Sure, let’s get it over with.” You replied. 

“I want to be with you.” You broke the ice, looking at Minho. “With you too.” You turned to Jeongin. “But I also want you two to be able to be in the same room with me and not crash out.”

“You’re my girlfriend, though.” Minho grinned, proudly. Jeongin glared at him.

“This is exactly what I mean. Thanks, Min.” You pointed out, Minho’s smug smile faded. “I like both of you, that’s pretty evident. I don’t need you two to be in love or anything, but I do want to hang out with of you at the same time. Instead of feeling like a child of an ugly divorce with joint custody.” 

“Noona, don’t call yourself a child of divorce, please.” Jeongin said, visibly bothered at the thought of him and Minho being your parents in this scenario.

“Why don’t we try it out, Jeonginnie?” Minho inquired, staring straight at Jeongin in a defiance.

“I’m not giving you that satisfaction, hyung.” Jeongin said with a grin on his face. “We’re doing this peacefully, like noona wants.”

“Thanks, Innie.” 

“Kiss ass.” Minho muttered under his breath.

“Min, c’mon.” You interrupted. “I do think we could try it out, though.” You looked at Jeongin, who was fiddling with his ring. “If you feel comfortable with it, of course.” His eyes bore into yours. 

“Anything for you, Y/N-nnie.” Jeongin said. “I’m willing to try it out.”

“Anything for Y/N?” Minho asked.

“Anything.” Jeongin reassured, looking at Minho in the same defiance that Minho assumed.

“Would you kiss me if Y/N-nnie wanted?” Minho tested the waters.

“I know Y/N-nnie wouldn’t make me do anything that I don’t want to do.” Jeongin argued.

“Good boy.” Minho added. “Would you watch me and Y/N-nnie?” Jeongin blushed furiously at the mention of watching you and Minho again. You looked over at him and took his hand.

“Min, stop teas-“

“Yeah, I would.” Jeongin interrupted. “Would you watch me and Y/N-nnie?”

“Gladly.” Minho replied without hesitation. “I’d even join you, if you want.” Jeongin scoffed at Minho’s flirting.

“You wouldn’t.” Jeongin argued.

“Want to bet?” Minho asked, leaning over you, closer to Jeongin.

“Min…” You warned as you pushed his chest back into his place.

“What? You don’t want him to know that you want us both at the same time?” Minho asked you. Jeongin’s eyes widened, and he tightened his grip on your hand. You sighed.

“Minho, please.” 

“You’re being dishonest with him, Y/N.” Minho riled you up. 

“Is that true, Y/N?” Jeongin asked, in a hushed voice. You sighed again.

“Only if you want to.” You said, glaring at Minho who sat there smirking. 

“I’d be open to trying things out.” Jeongin said. Minho scoffed but his eyes betrayed him in his surprise. You didn’t expect that reaction either, especially coming from Jeongin. “Yeah, why not? Once won’t hurt.” He smirked at Minho.

“Great!” Minho said, as he clapped his hands. “After it happens, if it happens. We can actually  work things out, then.” He stood up, leaving you and Jeongin lounging in the couch. 

You didn’t give out an immediate reaction to that statement, still angry at Minho for his insistence. Jeongin didn’t react either, but you could feel his heart beating faster as you laid across his chest. Minho didn’t leave, neither did Jeongin. You both ate in silence when the pizza arrived, watched a few episodes of the current anime you were watching and went to sleep. Minho took your guest bedroom, respecting your and Jeongin’s day, only because you couldn’t all comfortably fit in your bed. You and Jeongin were too tense to do anything; you just cuddled, basking in each other’s warmth. 

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Minho and Jeongin spent their last week in Korea rehearsing and attempting to keep up with their ever-so-busy schedules. You engulfed yourself in your work, late night recording sessions helped you cope with the inevitable separation. Minho and Jeongin slept in your apartment that last night. They kept their distance from each other, yet they stayed attached to you. That night, they peppered you with kisses and reassuring words as you softly sobbed against your satin pillow. 

They left early in the morning; you kissed both of them goodbye. You weren’t a stranger to being apart from Minho, powering through the never-ending tours and other schedules. Despite that, you felt more anxious when they left; your heart beat fast, you couldn’t stop crying. It’s only two months. 

Insecure thoughts plagued your mind, out of your control. You returned to being the person that you once were. The person that turned down the love of her life because she didn’t think she was worthy of love. You distanced yourself from them without noticing. You spent your days and nights in your shabby recording studio, working on a million projects at a time —none of them were worthy of a concept. You either barely slept or slept through days at a time. 

A month passed and you’d gotten used to this new pace. You promised both Jeongin and Minho that you were keeping up with your self-care; when in reality, you did everything but. Your fingers mindlessly tapped to the rhythm of Gaon’s guitar, Gunil sat next to you and offered his expert opinion. 

You were surprised to receive an email from J.Y.P himself, granting you three vacation days for next week. You started frantically typing an email to let him know that you hadn’t asked for time off. A call from Minho cut you off, you answered him.

“Hi jagi. We were going to surprise you, but I guess pd-nim kind of spoiled it for us, huh?” His voice rang from the phone. “I know you’ve seen Stray Kids a bunch of times already, but we missed you so much. We asked pd-nim if you could come to one of our shows.”

“And he agreed?” You asked.

“I expected a thanks, Min. I miss you too and I’m so happy we get to see each other.” 

“Thanks, Min. I miss you too and I’m so happy we get to see each other again.” You echoed. “You just caught me by surprise, that’s all. I really appreciate the gesture.”

“I know you, Y/N, more than you think. Even J.Y.P said you were working yourself too hard.” He added. “You leave next Thursday night, the concert’s on Friday and we can spend Saturday and Sunday having sex. It’s a win-win.” Minho teased, you chuckled.

“I missed that…you.” You said. “Who’s going to take care of Meadow, though?”

“Who do you think I am?” Minho scoffed. “I already spoke with Jihyo.” You chuckled.

“I am impressed with your planning skills.” You said, shifting your attention towards Gunil and Gaon, who were impatiently waiting for you. “Thank you, a lot, Min. I think I really need this. But I’m recording Gaon now, I should go. Love you.”

“I love you too, jagi. Don’t overwork yourself.” Minho said before you hung up. 

You checked your phone once more to see a message from a petty Jeongin who wanted to share the news with you before Minho did, and your plane tickets. 

You felt guilty for your half-assed songs, seeking assistance from other producers and lyricists as well. Knowing that you were seeing Minho and Jeongin sooner than expected made your head feel clearer. It motivated you to focus on the details instead of mass-producing your labor. You, with assistance, were able to save some tracks and pitch an idea for a concept. Nonetheless, you were disappointed at how codependent you had become to Minho and Jeongin’s presence, even with their tight schedule. 

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The trip to Japan was relatively pleasant, mostly because it was already familiar to you. You enjoyed visiting the quiet streets of Kurashiki with Minho when you had time off. Or the loud Tokyo nightlife, in rarer occasions. The taxi dropped you off at your hotel and you met with one of Minho’s security guards, in order to get the key to your room. 

The hotel room was cozy, familiar; like you had already been there before. The soft beige and brown interior were everything you needed at the moment. The king-sized bed was more than comfortable to your exhausted body. It made you feel peace. The same kind of peace of mind you had been longing for nearly two months. 

You were startled by your phone ringing next to you, discarded inside your purse. Jeongin.

“Hey, Innie.” You answered casually.

“Hi baby. How was your flight?” He asked.

“Baby and everything?” You teased. Jeongin was so silent that you could nearly see him blushing on the other side. 

“Yes, baby. I can’t wait to see you.” He reaffirmed. “I’ve missed you like crazy.” 

“I’ve missed you more than I’d like to admit…” You said. “I need one of your stiff and apprehensive cuddle sessions asap.” Jeongin chuckled.

“I’d like nothing more than to hug and kiss you right now.” He added. Suddenly, some commotion was audible from Jeongin’s side. “Ah. It seems that I’ve been discovered. I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, love.” 

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Your heart felt warm whilst listening to Jeongin’s voice, his laugh; despite talking to him on the daily, it had been a while since you heard him laugh. You felt a sudden heat in between your legs. You’d be more than happy to just cuddle with them at night. But getting off hasn’t been the same without them either. 

You shook your sinful thoughts away for the time being and focused on self-care. Minho and Jeongin had left you a basket full of skincare and assortments of body-creams, bath bombs and exfoliants as they knew that you loved to unwind like that. You ran yourself a bath, with no rush whatsoever. You wanted to enjoy the moment and give yourself time to feel the warm water, to smell the rosemary-mint bath bomb, to appreciate the unfamiliar silence… 

Until it was time for the concert. You dressed as comfortably as you could, ready to scream your heart out for your favorite group in the world, composed of two of your favorite people in the entire universe. One of the boys’ designated chauffeurs picked you up at your hotel and drove you to the packed venue. You received a text from Minho, as you pulled up to the venue.

Min: I want to hear you scream tonight. love you. 

Y/N: I promise you will. ilysm. 

And you kept your promise. You screamed until your lungs almost gave out, you sang every song, and you even shed a tear or two. Seeing them perform made it all worth it, you knew all of the sacrifices that they made were necessary to achieve their dreams. You also knew that you loved them too much to get in between of their dreams… You needed to learn to manage your feelings of loneliness by yourself.  

You quietly left the venue, escorted by the same chauffeur, who made sure that you arrived at the hotel as soon as you could. But you knew that they were already there, and they’d been waiting for you as longingly as you were waiting for them.

You stepped into the busy hotel and went straight to the elevator, paying no attention to your surroundings. Your fingers trembled as they pushed the button to the floor you were staying in. Then, your hands trembled as they opened the door to your shared room.

Minho and Jeongin were sitting on the bed with bath robes on, their heads turned away from the television to look at you. Your eyes welled up with tears, joyful and sorrowful ones alike. You sprinted as fast as your feet took you and straddled both Minho and Jeongin in a joint hug.

“My baby…” Minho whispered as he stroked your hair, tightening the hug; making you sink deeper into their chests. “I felt the difference in the crowd, y’know?” You looked up to him. “I think Jeonginnie agrees. I felt you there with us.” You looked over at Jeongin who was holding back tears of his own.

“I swear that I could even hear you at one point.” Jeongin agreed, leaning down to kiss your lips so gently that you barely even felt his lips if it wasn’t for the electricity between you. 

“I did scream for you once when everyone was quiet.” You admitted, a slight blush creeping onto your face. “Maybe you did hear that.” Jeongin chuckled.

“How are you, baby?” He asked, Minho nodded. 

“I’m fine, it’s whatever. How are you two?” You asked. “You guys must be exhausted!”

“Are you kidding me? Just seeing you makes me more energetic than ever.” Jeongin countered. 

“It has been tiring.” Minho differed, “but we do intend to spend the best weekend with you.” 

“I would hope so! I did come all this way to see you two.” You teased them. “I missed you more than I’d like to admit.”

“It hasn’t been easy for me either…” Minho empathized. “And this stupid kid spends most of his day watching and rewatching your stories on instagram.” Jeongin blushed furiously. 

“N-No, uh, h-hyung, what the hell?” Jeongin stuttered. “You’re no better! You just sulk around me because nobody understands you better!”

“Ah, I see you’re getting along well, then.” You chuckled. 

“I think we’ve made progress.” Minho agreed. Jeongin scoffed in response. 

“How did you even manage to both be here, by the way?” You asked. 

“Well… we’ve kind of been roommates for the whole tour…” Jeongin admitted. “You know, so it wasn’t that weird when you came over.”

“So, you planned this a while ago, huh?”

“I think we were both sure that you’d come visit us at some moment.” Minho added. “The others were a bit confused, though. But who cares?” He wrapped an arm around your waist and kissed you. “I don’t give a fuck if anyone knows about us, as long as I can do this whenever I want.” You kissed him back, passionately, more so than you intended. Jeongin cleared his throat. You looked over at him and extended your arm to him, he cuddled closer to your side.

“Jealous?” Minho teased Jeongin, as he tightened his grip on your waist. Jeongin kissed your neck, softly and subtly; making you shiver at his lips against you. “Ah! Jeonginnie, don’t you know? Your hyung gets the first round.” Jeongin deadpanned.

“As if!” He scoffed. “I’ve been waiting for this as long as you have.” You stared at them blankly, wanting to see how they compromised with each other. Still, you were ready to intervene if they got too heated. 

“Do you think I care about that?” Minho teased with a smirk on his face. Flirting. Minho was actually, genuinely flirting with Jeongin. “You know what? Let’s leave this to Y/N, then.” They turned to you again, gaining your visibility once more. “Who do you want first?”

The question caught you off-guard. You hadn’t expected to be asked that; and, in all honesty, you had never even given a thought to who would go first or second or last. 

“You don’t have to answer that.” Jeongin interrupted your thoughts. “It’s unfair that you’re always putting her on the spot.” 

“She’s the one who decided that I wasn’t enough for her. She’s so greedy that she needs to be fucking the whole group, right?” Minho said, Jeongin looked visibly bothered by his comment. It dwelled on you that he had never seen or heard your and Minho’s more intimate dynamic. Your hand found Jeongin’s and squeezed it.

“It’s okay.” You whispered to Jeongin. “I like it like this —the three of us— if that makes me greedy, so what?” He looked taken aback, his nose scrunched as his eyes scanned your expression; you smirked in response. You could almost see the gears turning in his head, leading him to smirk at you and then, at Minho in return. 

“I think she’s okay with the two of us for now.” Jeongin said, looking at you for approval. You hummed in amusement. 

“I think so, too, Innie.” 

“The two of us at the same time?” Minho suggested, challenging Jeongin.

“Yeah.”

“Good,” Minho agreed, “let’s show Y/N who she really belongs to.” Minho’s eyes never diverted from yours, not even to entertain Jeongin’s. “Y/N without threesomes with Hyunjin or cuddles that last too long with Felix…”

“Or flirting with Jisung hyung..” Jeongin added, visibly growing more comfortable with the situation in front of him. “Or late nights at the studio with Changbin hyung…”

“I think I get it.” You interrupted, growing frustrated at their banter. “I don’t mean any of that. I like you —both of you.” 

“I don’t think liking us cuts it anymore.” Minho said, “I think you should love us.” 

Heat creeped onto your cheeks at Minho’s mention of love. You weren’t a stranger to telling Minho that you loved him. You had never told Jeongin that you loved him, even if you were sure that you did, even if you tried to show him without saying it. You loved him as a friend and you were growing to love him as a partner as well, but you weren’t quite sure if it was too early. 

You looked at Jeongin’s own blushing profile, he gulped at your expression and squeezed your waist in reassurance. Minho snickered. 

“You two are too cute.” Minho gushed. “Puppy love is adorable.” Jeongin rolled his eyes at Minho. 

“Is this going to take all weekend?” You asked, sardonically. 

“Impatient, huh?”

“Well, if Minho hyung isn’t done with his thing…I’ll go first.” Jeongin spoke up. You were surprised at his volunteering; but you also knew that Minho was just riling you both up. He wanted to see who snapped first; not him, of course. Minho could do this all night. 

Jeongin’s slender fingers reached up to cup your face, making you face him once again. You looked deep into his eyes (that grew narrower and narrower with his smile). Jeongin pressed his lips onto yours, more passionate than before. Your own lips welcomed him with eagerness; the feeling of his tongue intertwining with yours enticed the wetness between your legs. 

You shifted to straddle Jeongin’s lap, instantly feeling his hard bulge beneath your clothed core. His hands flew from your waist to the hem of your t-shirt, dragging it upwards. You raised your arms, inevitably breaking the kiss as he took off your top. You looked at Minho who sat on the furthest corner of the cool hotel bed. His hand was shamelessly palming his prominent bulge, lips slightly parted. The sight in itself made you want to moan. 

“M-Min…” You started. He shushed you. 

“I know, baby. Jeonginnie’s taking good care of you, huh?” Minho panted. You nodded in frantic agreement as Jeongin’s hands worked on the clasp of your bra and his lips gently bit into the tender flesh of your neck. You couldn’t suppress your moans anymore; letting out a guttural moan, you saw how Minho’s demeanor completely changed. Jeongin’s lips dragged themselves to your sensitive breasts, popping a nipple into the wetness of his mouth. 

You watched how Minho’s hand slipped beneath his underwear, making his glorious cock spring free from its confines. Your mouth watered upon the sight of his small hand dragging itself through his shaft; slowly and teasingly while Jeongin worked his own magic on your breasts. 

“F-fuck. I missed this so much.” Jeongin groaned as he removed his lips from your swollen bud. “You should come on tour with us… and we can take c-care of you… all the time.” Listening to Jeongin whine such words made your heart swell, even if they were pussydrunk statements that he didn’t mean. 

“A-Ah. I need you to touch me, Innie.” You moaned in response, listening to Minho’s faint grunts in the distance. You started dragging yourself on Jeongin’s lap, desperate to feel friction where you needed it most.

“Y-you should’ve told me, baby.” Jeongin moaned, detaching himself from your breast where purple bruises were already starting to form. 

You lifted yourself off of Jeongin’s lap and shimmied out of your thin skirt. Jeongin’s hands grabbed at your hips, hooking two fingers into your panties, carefully dragging them down your legs. You nearly shivered when you felt the air conditioning hit your wet core. 

“You’re so fucking wet, baby.” Minho interrupted, his eyes shimmered as they stared at your cunt. “I need to taste you.” His already naked body neared yours, Jeongin watched Minho with weary eyes. 

“It’s my turn, hyung.” Jeongin reminded him, a warning of sorts. But you knew he wouldn’t do anything. 

“Now you mind?” Minho questioned. “You didn’t mind me joining when we masturbated to that video last week… or the week before that.” What the fuck? That did catch you off-guard. Jeongin and Minho jerking off together? You couldn’t believe it. Jeongin scoffed.

“Is that true, Innie?” You asked, batting your lashes at him. Jeongin hesitantly nodded.

“You sent us that video and… fuck… it made both of us so hard….” Jeongin admitted. “We watched it like ten times that night…” 

You imagined how it went, Minho and Jeongin so desperate, so needy that they couldn’t even leave the room to take care of themselves. Jeongin shamefully giving into his arousal; Minho shamelessly teasing him. It nearly made your mouth water.

“That’s so hot.” You said, still in disbelief of the sight before you. Minho and Jeongin, now both naked in front of you, hard as a rock, cocks leaking for you. “I’m so sad that I missed it… why don’t you show me how it went?” Minho shot a smug smile at you, whilst Jeongin widened his eyes. You sat back, using your own fingers to tease your entrance, the feeling of your arousal surprised even you. 

Minho broke the ice, of course, he wrapped his hand around his cock once more, hissing at the familiar feeling of it; his eyes were closed. You took in the sight, admiring his face, the way his lashes fell on his cheeks, his muscular arm setting a fast and sinful pace. Jeongin looked at Minho for a second, then back at you. He knew that you would never force him to no anything. With that, his own hand betrayed his resistance, moving back and forth around his shaft, fingers lightly teasing his leaking cockhead. You stared at Jeongin too, biting your lip, just like him. His pace was sloppier than Minho’s, more desperate, his grip was tighter, too.

Your own fingers worked their way on yourself, attempting to match Minho and Jeongin’s paces as best as you could; moaning at the scene that unraveled before you. You felt almost… jealous? At the fact that they could do this together whenever they wanted. You wanted to be there with them… to witness this…the special moments, the firsts. The fear of missing out engulfed your senses, your fingers moved against yourself as a form of revenge… because Minho and Jeongin couldn’t touch you at the moment. 

Minho’s movements halted abruptly, as he pressed his other hand onto Jeongin’s shoulder. 

“Why did you stop?” You asked as you continued to pump your fingers in and out of you.

“The only place I’ll come is inside of you.” Minho replied. “And Jeonginnie too.” 

“I can’t argue with that.” Jeongin added.

“If that’s what you want.” You challenged. “Who’s first, then?” Minho and Jeongin looked at each other. 

“Jeongin always goes first.” Minho replied, looking at Jeongin, while the latter gulped.

Jeongin crawled further into the bed, closer to where your body laid. You could easily feel the heat between your bodies. The lust you felt betrayed your need to appear as unbothered. He grabbed the base of his cock and inched it closer to you until his tip was nudging at your moistened entrance. He looked at you and you nodded in approval. His cock was inside you in a swift movement of his hips. 

You hissed at the unforgotten yet currently foreign feeling of his dick inside of you after the month. Jeongin visibly struggled to suppress a moan or a groan from slipping out. You reached upwards to cradle his face. He leaned down to kiss your lips with the same fervor as he did earlier. Jeongin started to move his hips, and you felt the hair on the base of his cock tease your folds; the closeness was unbelievable to you. Minho laid down next to you and pressed his lips to your neck as his hand worked on his cock in a relaxed pace. 

You let out a moan when Jeongin snapped his hips into yours at a harder intensity, feeling every vein inside of your aching core. His length disappeared inside of you like it was meant to be there. Your walls welcomed his warmth like a prophecy, and you couldn’t help but moan curses every time you felt the revelation that was sex with Jeongin; his cockhead kissing your cervix in an immeasurable amount of pleasure. Minho’s fingers dived to work on your clit, setting a offbeat pace to Jeongin’s; which, admittedly, made the experience even more arousing. The mismatched tempos made you feel warm inside — warm and fuzzy and confused and sinful—- and that feeling made you cum. Your orgasm surprised you whilst you clenched harshly around Jeongin, whose release was triggered in an instant. You felt Jeongin’s thick, hot cum fill you up so deliciously that you wanted to keep it inside of you forever. Your walls milked everything from him as he spasmed inside of you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Jeongin settled next to you, still panting from the intensity of his orgasm. 

Minho placed a pillow under you, you turned around, so your stomach laid comfortably on top of the pillow, which gave you support at the same time. You and Minho usually had sex in this position when he knew that you were already exhausted. You could already feel Jeongin’s cum leaking out of you and you clenched your legs together in order to stop it from dripping. 

“Are you ready, baby?” Jeongin asked with a smirk, you looked down to see his spent cock —a dripping mess but half-hard against his happy trail. You nodded, looking back at Minho, who was positioning his cock on your entrance. 

“Aw, Jeonginnie stretched you so well for me.” Minho remarked, prodding his cock inside of you in an agonizingly slow pace. 

Minho’s cock felt comforting inside of you, even if once upon a time, it had been intimidating to fit in you. His girth always surprised you, making you feel every inch of him in great detail. You sought out to remember him entirely, how he feels inside of you; how he groans and moans and teases you with his pace. Minho’s expert hips were angled perfectly so you could feel him in the deepest depths of your cunt but also your soul. Sex with Minho was different, it was ardent and intimate and experienced. You had done this hundreds of times with him and it still made your heartbeat like it was the first. 

“You feel otherworldly, baby.” Minho groaned into your ear as his hips kept a steady rhythm. “You make me want to come instantly. I feel like a virgin.” You chuckled lightly, not being able to register much of was he was saying; too cockdrunk to care. “I missed being inside of you. I missed fucking cum further into you… even if it’s not mine.” 

You looked at Jeongin who was smiling proudly despite of the blush on his cheeks. 

“You two look really good too.” Jeongin confessed. “You’re perfect, Y/N.”

Minho quickened his pace inside of you, clearly aroused by Jeongin’s praise. Minho’s thrusts were so powerful that both Jeongin and the room looked blurry in your eyes. You could only feel the absolute pleasure of Minho’s thrusts and Jeongin’s praise. So, you closed your eyes and took everything in.

You lowered your hand to your swollen clit and circled it gently, setting a similar rhythm to Minho’s thrusts. You felt two sets of lips kissing down your shoulders and spine. Even with your eyes closed, you could tell who Minho was and who was Jeongin. You continued rubbing your clit, chasing your impending climax. 

“F-fuck! Keep doing that, please.” You begged. 

“Don’t beg, baby or I’ll cum just now.” Minho grunted. You felt yourself clenching around him.  

“Cum, Min. Cum.” You cried. 

“I can’t.” He groaned. “Two loads of cum… might get you pregnant.” He said, in between pants, and you felt his cock twitch inside of you.

“So, what?” You said, “don’t you want to fill me up? Jeonginnie filled me up well, but I know there’s room for you.” Minho moaned against your shoulder, lightly biting it. That’s when you felt your orgasm approaching you. 

You felt yourself spasm, and you could see both white and the faint memories of you and Minho and Jeongin together as you came. Minho tried to pull out, but your moans and your clenching felt so right that he couldn’t bear to. Minho spasmed as well, filling you up to the brim with generous amounts of his cum. It felt warm and fuzzy and lovely inside of you. It made you feel complete, in a way. You were, quite literally, full of love —full of the people that you loved. 

Minho gave you one last kiss on your head and collapsed to your other side. You turned to look at Jeongin, who was panting too. You looked down to see his cock laying in a pool of his own cum on his abdomen. He kissed your lips gently. And then, you looked at Minho who was catching his breath. His chest heaved; the thatch of hair on his pubic bone was matted with a mix of all your climaxes. You smiled and turned back to Jeongin.

“I do love you.” You blurted out in an unintentional confession to his dazed form. “Shit— sorry.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” Jeongin grinned widely as he, himself confessed his love for you. “I’m glad that you love me back.”

“Me too...” You smiled at him and turned your head to look at Minho. “I love you, Min.”

“I love you most, baby.” He said and looked at Jeongin with his signature smirk. “I hope you know that we really love you.”

“And that you’re my —our favorite person in the world…” Jeongin added. “We talked about this one night, sorry. We want to make things work.”

“The three of us?” You asked, in your own dazed confusion.

“The three of us.” Minho reassured. 

You let out a sigh of relief.  

“I love you both.”

The End

☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°

 a/n: this was actually really hard to write but I knew that I had to give them a sweet ending <3 it took me like a billion years but this throuple is so dear to me 

[ford-mustang-1969]

no no no no op i love you but no youre so wrong??

soul is monika, overworked, acts put together and in charge but deep down is so so scared and stressed and really just wants everyone to be happy, hurts them because of it

natsuki OR yuri could be mind really. yuri because more analytical/logical, natsuki in that theyre both mostly putting up a facade [mind acts all cold and unfeeling but hes really the most impuslive and emotional one of all of them, natsuki acts like she thinks shes better than everyone but- gets shot before i can start infodumping] [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p_IO6CxnY7E&authuser=0 sorry i love her]

[ill put my stash of ddlc video essays at the bottom but i havent watched all of em yet only 6 of em]

sayori is heart. this ones mostly vibes ok shes birdpilled birdcoded to me and also hearts supposed to be more emotional but hes actually pretty chill and sayoris supposed to b cheery bubbly 24/7 but shes really not that great and. yeah ok u see it right right right

whole has never been a character to me more of a concept so id say its eitherrrr like monika getting Outs to the real world or everyone being back 2 normal/happy? but if that HAD to be a character id say itd be the player and mc simultaneously, like, mc but also the player if thinking the monika-specific scenario of “becoming whole”

video essay stash bam https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-i9CrK0-IvM&pp=0gcJCdgAo7VqN5tD%20https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p_IO6CxnY7E&pp=0gcJCdgAo7VqN5tD%20https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GG2EzrxgY8Y&pp=0gcJCdgAo7VqN5tD%20https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NrbR8gzyS5g&pp=0gcJCdgAo7VqN5tD%20https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oBJUmFxoC_M%20 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ysv5akd9kFE%20%20 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VXz9j44oNuQ%20%20https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1la3_MhIyYE%20 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DdCEA9DWC2E%20 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y9MsQiXqii0

okay guys i might be going insane but

cccc ddlc

soul - sayori

mind - yuri

heart - natsuki

whole - monika

and love interest - mc

[campymonkey]

ok guys hear me out.. and please do so with an open heart. travis martinez had one of the best character developments in yellowjackets. it's subtle but he goes from being this macho man who was very much socialized to impose toughness i.e him being mysoginistic to nat in season 1 to seamlessly blending in with the girls and the wilderness. you can assume from the little that he opened up about to nat about it that his dad was a piece of shit that raised him with deep pressure to perform masculinity. then his dad died, his brother died and so did the pressure to be The Man. he started being socialized differently and breaking out of the gender norms that he felt so choked by in his coliving with the girls. now that i've defended myself and i wanna clarify i'm a lesbian too i think lottie nat and travis as a throuple would EAT harder than the girls ate jackie's body. i mean, the simultaneous tension and connection between them in the adult timeline (RIP) was so deep and we don't get enough of that in the teen timeline. i think the writers made a big mistake killing travis' adult character SO early in the season. it was ridiculous i mean THERE WAS SOME DEEP SHIT BETWEEN THEM 3 GOING ON. and the fact that natalie didnt believe in any of the wilderness shit yet she seemed so relieved to be there with lottie. and travis is the in between character struggling with the spiritual vs the cynical part of him which is lottie and nat, respectively. i mean lets not forget that when travis and nat finally had sex he was literally seeing VISIONS OF LOTTIE. and wheter you like it or not that was the closest we got to a lottienat sexual or even romantic scene. yes more so than the bathtub scene. was lottie doing astral projection bc she wanted to be there to fuck them?? who knows. i just know there's a lot of untapped potential there.

[inkys-anime-blog]

So. Who's gonna ask him?

Heart Pirates semi-crack fic. (Word count: 639)

Crossposted to AO3

“So.” Penguin folded his arms over his chest. “Who's gonna ask him?”

In a near-simultaneous motion across the bunks, hands flew to their noses.

Penguin sighed. “Come on, someone's gotta step up.”

“Clione's head nurse,” Ikkaku piped up. “If anyone could possibly ask, it would be him”

Clione jumped up from his seat, nearly smacking his head on the bunk above. “Way to throw me under the sub! Why would I ask that? When would that ever come up?”

“It might! We help civilians sometimes!” She fired back.

“Ok, but we've been at sea for weeks. He's going to think it's relevant information.”

The crew glanced around, eyes falling on Ikkaku and Aika.

Aika was sitting, legs dangling from her perch on a bunk, watching the chaos with an amused smirk. “All the more reason we shouldn't be the ones to ask Law.”

Ikkaku latched onto the excuse immediately. “Right! So it's got to be one of you guys!”

“But if we ask,” Shachi cut in. “Then Law's going to think it's a stupid question and he won't answer.”

“It is a stupid question.” Penguin sighed.

“But you still want to know the answer.” Shachi fired back.

“...it can't be Shachi or I, he's not going to answer us. He's right about that.” Penguin said finally.

“So someone he'd actually listen to. Bepo, maybe?” Hakugan suggested.

Penguin and Shachi winced, glancing at each other. “He…uh…wouldn't understand the question enough to ask.”

The rest of them just stared. Hakugan finally spoke. “Are you…serious? No one told him where--”

“It never came up!” Shachi threw up his hands. “But yeah, he probably would have been our best option.”

“Maybe we draw straws?” Uti suggested finally.

“Not the girls, though!” Ikkaku cut in. “Remember?”

“That's not fair!” Clione whined.

“If we do, Law's going to think--”

“What am I going to think?”

Shachi fell off his bunk.

Law stood in the doorway, the “confused” version of his usual scowl on his face. “Why are you all grouped up in here?”

Quick glances were exchanged. Feet shuffled. Fingers twiddled.

Until finally, Aika propped her chin on her fist, laughing a little.

“We had a question about your devil fruit.”

Law's brow furrowed. “Ask away.”

“Instead of a woman giving birth, could you ROOM/SHAMBLES her baby out?”

Law stared. He blinked. “Are you…pregnant?”

“Told you.” Ikkaku grumbled to Clione. He smacked her arm.

“Nope!” Aika popped her p, shrugging. “Just curious.”

Law pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a long sigh.

For a long moment, the jig seemed to be up. Then,

“Other than bypassing the numerous natural human processes that occur during the delivery to help the woman and baby in the long run…yes? I suppose?”

Aika nodded, seemingly satisfied. “Ok, great! Question answered.”

Law's gaze flattened. “Is this seriously what you've all been wasting your time discussing?”

Everyone suddenly became even less capable of looking him in the eyes.

“Get back to work!”

The shuffle was immediate; shrugging on boiler suits and stifling giggles.

Law sighed, raising an eyebrow to Aika. “If you'd told Bepo to ask, this could have gone a lot quicker.” He pointed out.

Shachi froze.

Aika laughed. “Well, I didn't want to be the one to explain where babies come from to him.”

Law whipped around. “Shachi.”

In a blur of black, white and orange, he began to run.

“YOU SAID YOU'D EXPLAIN IT TO HIM!” Law booked it after him. “YOU LOST THE ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS!”

Aika raised an eyebrow, turning to Penguin. “So…when was this?”

Penguin sighed, shoving his back back on. “When we were sixteen. He's had a good run, but every lie comes back eventually.”

The resounding ROOM! SHAMBLES! and panicked yell proved that well enough.

Bepo poked his head into the room, eyes widening. “What's going on, you guys?”

"NOTHING!"

[winkofcharm]

Spinning, Spinning, Spun - Sneaky Peaky 2

Coming Soon, to a theatre near you. Batfam x Reader {platonic}

Barbara Gordon is simultaneously the first to notice, and the sort-of last to know. 

It begins as most nights do for her, preparing for her shift as Oracle, waiting for you to send over the photos of the day. Scanning through the reports, planning out the routes each Bat would take, keeping an eye on any sort of forum, social media, police report, etc - that might drop a hint for what criminal activities may be planned for the night. It was a familiar pattern, one she had held to for years, even before she joined The Family. 

She’d known for as long as she could remember that she wanted to be in law enforcement, and since she was strictly forbidden from joining the GCPD by her Dad, what better way than this?

 First as Batgirl, fighting along Batman and Robin - being brought into the fold, into the family. She even remembers the first time she was brought into the batcave, and became aware of the men behind the masks; The Bruce Wayne, The Dick Grayson. She was going to work with the legends she modelled herself after. The ones who inspired her to take up a mask, to hit the streets of Gotham, and fulfil her dream. But it wasn’t just the two of them, was it? There was their butler, Alfred Pennyworth, former military, hyper-competent, and a master of what he did. And then…there was you. 

[christian-ford]

“Divine punishment for real. I believe every time I try and fail to use a produce bag, my name is recorded again in the Hall of Punishment that exists solely to oversee local grocery stores. And when I succeed, they write it twice. So when I go to the grocery store next time, they know how miserable to try and make me. But I’m not buying it. Camila, I love the grocery store. Did I tell you that? It’s my happy place. Hall of Punishment, get fucked.”

Christian answered Camila, “If I were joking right now, would I do this?” He pulled out his car keys and dropped them on the ground. “Oh no! What will I do? I guess I’ll have to give a Shakespearean monologue about this divine injustice. Only a Shakespeare type would get that.” Shakespeare was exclusively about people creating problems for themselves and monologuing about it.

Christian laughed and winked. “Schrödinger’s dramatic bitch, and produce bag expert. You learn only by failing. That’s why the Hall of Punishment has it out for me for simultaneously being the man who can’t open those stupid bags and the man who is determined to open them, no matter what. They have a numerical algorithm to find Schrödingers. Learners. That’s the name thing I was talking about.” Christian chuckled. “But I wouldn’t expect anyone to want to hear about my theories. They’re based exclusively on thoughts I have in response to offhand remarks like the one you started this conversation with.”

He’d retrieved his car keys and was still holding them in his right hand. “That’s the nice thing about you, Camila—you absolutely have those kinds of thoughts, too. You one hundred percent do.” He grinned. “And if I drop my car keys again,” he told her, holding them up to show her, “you’ll one hundred percent have the material to monologue both intelligently and humorously about it. Which is why I’m showing them to you. Because you’ll want to include how stupid they look in your speech.” Buttons everywhere. “Which button is your initial favorite?”

“My charisma score is off the charts,” Christian told Camila a little later, as she was discussing their quest. “Because I worked to level it up as a high school Dairy Queen employee.” He’d let her choose to inquire about that or not.

After Camila had said her piece regarding Christian’s thoughts on their friendship, Christian found himself just nodding. Camila was absolutely right—they were very compatible with each other, regardless of life or background. He intended to show her that he would never take that for granted, even if the obstacles in their lives had other plans.

“We’ll hang out sometime for real,” Christian told her sincerely. “Go to Daring Daiquiri, drink until we’re intoxicated and discuss the live bands. That’s the best thing I can think to offer you.”

Camila’s retrieval of the squeaky second grocery cart disappointed Christian. He didn’t know why he’d gotten his hopes up. Two good grocery carts, during the same trip to the grocery store? He wondered why people even tried for good luck at all.

Then he realized that he was misreading it. Christian had, without knowing it, come upon an opportunity.

“Okay,” Christian said, and he found himself smiling without meaning to. “Here’s what we’ll do. I’ll take the squeaky cart. And, if at the end of our mutual trip to the grocery store—because we’re sticking together once we get inside—it’s not squeaking…I’ll give you my first cupcake.” (Everyone knew what the first cupcake was. It was the one you poured into the pan first. It was always the perfect size.) “And if it is squeaking, I’ll give you half of ‘em.”

He smiled at her. “How much do you like bets?”

The bet was this: Christian would witness the grocery cart become good before the end of their trip…

…or “I’ll pay up in shark cupcakes if I’m wrong about this.” He smiled again. “But I’m not.”

(He knew he’d pay up in shark cupcakes anyway.)

(Christian had witnessed a squeaky grocery cart become “good” once before…and he hadn’t forgotten it.)

Camila had doubled over laughing the moment Christian ducked his head like the produce gods had him on surveillance. “Okay, okay!” she wheezed through laughter. “I won’t say ‘test’ again, I promise! I’m not tryna get smited over a $6 pineapple.” And when he brought up the plastic bags, she did remember—vividly. That night at Shooters, him cradling a gin and tonic while venting passionately about the impossible sorcery that was separating a single bag from the roll. “You and those produce bags have real beef,” she said, grinning. “I swear, if the gods are doing anything, they’re making the plastic thinner every week just to watch you suffer. That’s the real divine punishment.” Then came his line about being Shakespearean—dramatic, layered, teetering between earnest and jest—and Camila just arched a brow at him with a smirk. “You’re totally being serious and joking right now. Schrödinger’s dramatic bitch. That’s your whole vibe.”

She didn’t say anything at first when he told her about the flan cake, but her heart softened in a way that made her briefly go quiet, a fondness settling in. “Okay, hold on—she made you a flan with sentiment? That is the most wholesome curse I’ve ever heard in my life.” Her eyes flicked to his, warm and sincere. “That’s beautiful, Christian. You know that, right?” As they approached the cart corral, Camila launched into narration mode like it was second nature—because honestly, with him around, it kind of was. He pulled a sense of play out of her that she didn’t always know she still had. “If this were a video game,” she said between smiles, “we’d be leveling up right now. Cart-quest complete. Bonus points for charm and charisma.”

But then Christian said something that caught her entirely off guard.

“I don’t think I have another friend like you, Camila.”

Camila blinked. It wasn’t often someone said something so plainly kind to her. And for it to come from Christian—who could be biting, clever, funny, mysterious—it made it feel that much more real. She tilted her head at him, a softness blooming in her expression that didn’t show up for just anyone. “Hey,” she said gently, “thank you for saying that. And for trusting me with your shark-themed cupcake journey. That’s no small thing.” Her smile widened as she kept walking. “Honestly? I think the ‘bartender’ thing is just the universe’s excuse for putting people in each other’s lives who actually get each other. You’re way more than just another regular at the bar to me. I’d say I’m emotionally invested in your baking arc and your existential grocery saga.” As he sighed wistfully over tortilla chips, Camila snorted. “You gotta stop getting seduced by popcorn. That’s what they want. It’s the trap aisle.”

Then, Christian matched her tone instantly when she went for the dramatic, “Here’s the deal.” She cracked up at his “What’s the deal, Camila?” like they were longtime cohosts of some grocery-themed buddy comedy. She shook his hand firmly like a pact had been made—because it had. “Perfect. Legends only,” she said. And then: cart time. She stood back, biting her lip in anticipation like they were at an auction or a reality show reveal. When Christian jostled his cart out of the corral and it clearly betrayed him, Camila gasped dramatically, a hand to her chest. “No! Not the front right! That’s the worst one!” She peeked down at the busted wheel like it had personally offended her. “You’re doing too much. It’s dead to us. We leave it for the next unlucky soul.” Christian’s exasperation made her laugh again—she liked seeing him drop the cool and let the chaos win, even for a second. It made him feel more human, more hers. She grabbed the next cart and pulled it out with a slow, reverent motion like she was summoning a sword from a stone. It rolled. Smoothly. No noise. Her eyes went wide. “Christian,” she whispered. “She’s perfect.” She reached for a second one, dragging it out like a magician revealing the second act of a trick. That one… squeaked a little. Camila paused, looked at him solemnly. “Okay, so here’s the situation. One of these is an angel from above, and one is, like, passable, but not competition-level. I vote you take the good one. I’ll train with the underdog.” She grinned. “Unless you wanna rock-paper-scissors for the golden chariot. But fair warning: I play to win.”

[pestboy]

Aether, Rain, and Cirrus showed up in my dream quite randomly this morning. They were all so beautiful and simultaneously terrifying. I'm going to type everything I remember out before I forget, wish me luck.

Aether's eyes were this crackling luminous purple, like bottled lightning or something, and every shadow on him seemed to be subtly swirling like smoke. He was so big, not just physically(which he also was) but in a way that felt like he almost blurred outward to fill the gaps of your vision when you looked directly at him. He also had crooked teeth, which were really visible when he smiled or snarled, but not as much when he spoke. The most distinct were that his cuspids/canines pointed outward.

Rain shimmered like fish scales and his hair had that silky look that hair gets when it's suspended in water, even though we were all indoors and completely dry. He was tall and had long limbs, but was also relatively quiet or reserved most of the time, so he still seemed much smaller than the other ghouls. He was so sweet though, once he joined in on conversation, and his appearance seemed to perk up(think beta fish almost) when excited. He grabbed my face to look at and comment on my eyelashes at one point, and gave me a headband to pull my hair out of my eyes so I could "show them off".

Cirrus looked almost like you could pass your hand right through her, and though it wasn't visible you could tell that the air around her behaved weirdly. They had an inherently light wispy kind of look to them, like she could have flown away if she wanted, but when she got angry or frustrated she visibly darkened. She also was quite cold to the touch, if you put your hand next to her skin you could feel something kind of like a cool mist or when you can feel the cold wicking off of something into the air.

[cookieshapedrat]

I know Mr. Horikoshi intended for Toga to be read as bisexual—am not here to say otherwise—however I would like to propose an additional read to the concept of loving someone so much that you want to become them…

Clears my throat before closing in on the mic.

Pangender Himiko Toga, my voice echoes out of the speakers.

[inexplicable-lack-of-tinsel]

the relationship between mon and leida lives rent free in my mind because. it’s the way that leida resents mon for never putting her first, and is justified in doing so. it’s the way that leida rebels against mon by adopting the ultra-conservative traditions that mon hates, and thinks she’s committing the ultimate rebellion by getting married, when really the marriage is something mon arranged for her own rebellion. it’s the way that buried deep down (i think) leida does have doubts about the marriage, is terrified that mon might be right, can never admit this to anyone ever because she’s a teenager. a child, who is getting married for reasons she doesn’t even know of.

it’s the way mon, from the beginning, has chosen the rebellion over her family. it’s the way she sacrificed her daughter’s future for the future of the galaxy. it’s the way she would have done almost anything to protect leida, to stop her from being trapped in an unhappy marriage as a child just as she was, but not quite anything, because the rebellion has to come first. it’s the way that she’s both selfish and torturously selfless, and at every moment the guilt of it is tearing her apart. it’s the way that she watched as perrin literally gave leida away, to a marriage that she herself arranged, watched how close the knife came to leida’s throat, knowing that she may never again be able to protect leida at all.

it’s the way that their relationship reached its breaking point when mon gave leida the chance to cancel the wedding. because what mon wanted in that moment was for leida to assuage her guilt and leida refused. and what leida really wanted in that moment was for mon to reassure her, because even after everything she is still a child who wants her mother to tell her it will all be okay, and instead she was told she should want to escape. and she saw through mon’s offer, saw it for what it was, and saw that even in this moment mon would never put her first.

[distortionenby]

Abusive mothers will often praise their children in front of other people like a medal of honour that they (the mothers) wear, clampur how much they love their children and how proud they are and so many wonderful things. You'd think said child sits on a throne at home.

When in truth, these children rarely ever see the praise or even the acknowledgement. They're a told, a means to an end when it comes to reputation. Simultaneously, if they want pity, they'll drag their kids as horrible monsters for doing the most minimal thing to their poor darling mother who's never lifted a finger against them.

If we consider how Mary felt about Gertrude, you can tell she's showing off HERSELF. She praises Gerry to try and get a reaction out of Gertrude, to show that SHE is right. That SHE is better than the men in this all that Gertrude has either associated with or studied.

Gerry in her eyes is hers, he's property, a little trained puppy. If he does something well, she gets the respect of peers, not him. That's why he treated him like garbage yet sang praises to Gertrude and later to Dominic Swain (when she talks about "her Gerard" being effective or showing of his painting. She was telling Dominic "I made him, therefore I made that"). That is the reason why she kept harassing Gerry after she died. Not just because he didn't help bind her to the book (which wasn't gonna work anyways from what we learn), but because he was never an individual to her, he was a possession she could use for reputation.

Her whole story goes around her intense obsession of making her own legacy. And what's a legacy without children to tell your story and continue your work?

Mary didn't love Gerry. Mary didn't love anybody but herself and used the people who were tied to her to achieve her goals.

I've been thinking a lot about these parts of MAG154: Bloody Mary (Eric's Statement) and MAG111: Family Business (Gerry's Statement).

Image Text: "She wasn't a caring mother or a skilled teacher. My struggling at her lessons infuriated her."

Image Text: I hunted Leitner's Zbooks with the best of them, even found a few. I'd bring them home and watch her eye's light up. But it was always the books that she was happy to see.

Image Text: Eric: "S'pose that makes sense. And Gerry? Have you seen my son?" GERTRUDE: "No; I've never met him, I'm afraid. Mary talks of him a lot. Well, she seems very Proud."

In Gerry's statement, Mary never acknowledges him, never appreciates him, never praises him. Even when he was doing what she wanted, there was nothing for him.

But Gertrude has seen a completely different side of how Mary views her son. She hears Mary talk about Gerry, talk about him a lot. Mary is proud of her son.

But he never hears that.

And this isn't saying that, I dunno, secretly Mary did love Gerry and just needed some parenting classes or some shit.

This doesn't have a point or grand conclusion. Maybe it's better that Mary didn't show him what little positive feelings she had for him; maybe if she had, he would have become more like her, been more willing to follow in her foosteps. Maybe it's just another small part of the tragedy of his life that he didn't even hear the utilitarian pride that Mary expressed to others. I dunno. It's just very sad.

[welcometogrouchland]

ANOTHER SKETCH DUMP! Featuring more of me playing with lineless art. Batman reborn era trio (dick, damian and steph) I miss you...when will you return from war. Also featuring Steph designs bc I've seen ppl dissatisfied w/ her current look, some good mom Talia, and Jason Todd poetry club. Duke is confused not that Jason would start a poetry club but that he'd have such mid poetry opinions. (ID in Alt)

[whotfelsewantedtobelynnyx]

Even More Agatha All Along Incorrect Quotes!

Rio, to Agatha: I’d jump in front of a gun for you <3

Agatha: And I’d move out of the way, so you’d just get shot like a fucking idiot.

Lilia: Oh, look, a hole. *promptly walks directly into the hole*

Jen: Why did you- *lifting her out of the hole by the arms* WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!

Agatha, clutching her seatbelt: YOU CRASHED THE TRUCK INTO THE GIGANTIC MONSTER?!

Teen: I THOUGHT IT WOULD KILL IT!!!

Agatha, slumping over in her seat: You are INCREDIBLY stupid.

Jen, texting Alice: I literally want to cry right now.

Alice: Uh…quick,look at these baby dragons guarding the houseplants.

Jen: …

Alice: They’re doing a very good job?

Jen: That actually does help, thank you.

Rio: You ever think about how many songs are secretly about sex?

Alice: Wha- no, but now I am.

Agatha: What’s it called when you commit arson on a person?

Alice: …murder?

Agatha: Wha- no, that’s not murder!

Alice: Yes, it is!

Agatha: Okay, but when you set yourself on fire, it’s called self-immolation.

Alice, sighing: I guess.

Agatha: So immolation is when someone is set on fire.

Alice: Yes.

Agatha: So setting someone else on fire-

Alice: Murder.

Agatha: But if they don’t die-

Alice: Attempted murder.

Agatha: But if you argue that you didn’t MEAN to kill them-

Alice, covering her head with a pillow: Fine, aggravated assault! Now leave me alone!

Sharon: I got peer pressured into getting into a trunk the other day. They were like “Do you wanna see what it’s like to be kidnapped?” And I was like “okay!”

Rio, in a dreamy voice: Maybe we’ll be branded as suspected sapphic serial killers, where true crime podcasts will speculate on the true nature of our relationship for decades to come.

Agatha, COMPLETELY drunk: If you’re coming in to judge me, don’t bother. God and my mother have it covered.

Agatha, in the middle of a struggle with Rio: You know what I would rather have in me than this knife? That di-

Billy: What does ‘no te preocupes’ mean?

Rio: Don’t worry about it.

Billy: But I wanna know :(

*watching a horror movie together*

Jen, leaning against Lilia: Maybe it’s just because it’s been a second since I’ve been a kid, but I feel like the kids in this movie have a LOT LESS common sense than I did when I was younger. Like I might have believed in some weird shit, but I knew better than to get closer to the clown under the bleachers, even if he said he could grant me a magic wish.

Alice, curled up on the floor between them: *shudders* I don't know how she wasn't screaming her lungs out.

Lilia, absently petting her hair: Well, is this before or after it bites her face off?

Jen: What? Alice, burying her face in Lilia's skirt: Ew.

[loveshard]

          the invitation was an arrow; it found devon first, the arch of sasha's wrist and the slick gleam of her fingers painting a target on his hunger. his throat worked as he swallowed the stupidly eager line forming in his mind (something close to me first), but harlow was there too, half a beat later, the heat of his body melding into a shared anticipation. nothing had prepared devon for how weirdly fun it might be, competing to make sasha squirm the hardest. devon's hand slid up sasha's inner thigh, fingers teasing just shy of where she clearly wanted them most. "you're such a tease," devon murmured, his crooked smile revealing a hint of dimple.

          devon dove without hesitation, because that's what he was best at: reckless, no-plan, improv. his hands gripped under sasha's knees and angled her so she threatened to spill from the edge of the chair. harlow bunched up beside him so their arms pressed, his tongue flicking out to catch the bead of sweat sliding into the valley between sasha’s breasts. devon felt the throb of harlow’s breath, the way harlow was so delicate with his lips and so greedy with his hands, kneading into sasha’s thigh as if he could sculpt her out of need. devon didn’t seek another command, nosing up that same thigh, crowding harlow, but not shoving. he could feel harlow’s exhales against his cheek as he pressed a long, slow lick up sasha’s sex. he let it ground him, tongue teasing her clit with practiced showmanship even as his jaw ached with excitement. sasha tasted like the night, and devon moaned, low and filthy, vibrating against wet folds at the heady tang of what they’d made together already.

          harlow found himself transfixed, senses overwhelmed. could only narrow his focus solely on the heat of her cunt and the messy slick sounds of devon eating her out. harlow felt simultaneously like an intruder and a welcomed participant, his body vibrating with an electric tension he'd never experienced before. devon's frame shifted closer, blocking part of his view of sasha and all her glistening glory. he was lost in the sheer audacity of the moment, his body responding with twitching clarity beneath denim. harlow hovered behind, licking his dry lips, unsure of where he fit. was it okay to join right away, or should he wait for some sign? watching the two of them, his own heartbeat drowned out all else in the room. "mmm, you taste so fucking good," devon groaned between licks. the tip of devon's tongue dipped down to flick roughly back up, and harlow couldn't stop staring. he felt dizzy, sasha's pleasure burning bright through him all the while.

          devon's hand found harlow's thigh, squeezing. the encouragement—or was it a challenge?—made harlow's skin prickle. he shifted closer, hand skating across sasha's silky thigh, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. he could sense devon's presence more sharply now, feel the light brush of his hair, the curve of his bicep. harlow's anxiety bubbled beneath his skin, but he wasn't about to look weak. carefully, he leaned forward, pushing his mouth over her already-glossy folds, wanting to leave his own mark. his cheek pressed flush to devon's, and for a bewildering second, he remembered every time devon had ever pushed his buttons, every brash word they'd slung at each other, all the history stewing behind this moment. and then devon shot him a look sideways—hungrily, like this was a race and a taunt, all at once—and their faces met, both mouths slick, mouths clashing and crowding in a silent agreement: make her lose her mind.​​​​​​​

          harrow’s first ever taste was, unexpectedly, secondhand, his tongue bumping into devon’s. the sensation flashed through him, a jolt as involuntary and electric as a dog’s leg under a hammer’s tap. he tried to focus on sasha, but he couldn't help noticing devon's tongue, nimble and impatient, swirling determinedly, lapping messily at every stray drip before it could even trail off sasha’s heat. harlow could feel his own jaw working to keep up, his whole mouth hot and filled with the taste of her and of devon; he felt a blush spike up his entire torso but refused to pull away.

          sloppy and eager, there was no rhyme or rhythm to their combined movements. sometimes they traded mouth places, bumped noses in the process, or released a messy, wet laugh against sasha’s skin. but for the most part, devon sucked and harlow licked. harlow hiked sasha's thigh further apart, pushing it over his shoulder so he could get closer, could taste more, could strangle down his own needy breath.​​​​​​​ slightly out of sync, their tongues met occasionally; brushing against each other with searing, accidental friction, the stubble of their chins scraping against her slick skin as their faces pressed together, a shared act of enthusiastic worship.

ㅤㅤ" birthday wishes. " she echoed, still as smug as ever. in a way, it was almost strange to see devon being the one to silently encourage harlow. she'd half expected to be met with annoyance, maybe even rejection, at her proposal due to their pre-existent entanglement. but, like her, he was eager, harlow was eager, even if it was in his own awkward way. dark eyes watched devon strip, admiring his toned build with a proud smile, before flickering across to catch harlow staring, too. " he's hot, right? " her sultry tone questioned him when he started to work on the buttons of his shirt, now taking the time to admire his leaner, paler build. " you're both hot. " two very different men, and yet they were both her type. perhaps sasha was just greedy.

ㅤㅤhands reached out to touch, to drag coffin-shaped nails down the expanses of their now naked torsos. and so she did, until she was overwhelmed with affection; head slumping back to bare her throat for harlow to adore. the hand on harlow's chest lifted to comb through his locks, brushing tresses out from his face to try and get a better view. " good boy... " she purred, body malleable in his hands as he removed her corset for her; heavy, pale breasts bouncing free. attention was quickly shifted towards devon when she felt him press nearer, hooded eyes bright with lust as the fingers on his chest lifted to cup at his cheek, thumb stroking against the apple as he spoke. " mhm... squished up together between my thighs. like i deserve. " because it was her birthday. she probably would've suggested this regardless of the date.

ㅤㅤlewd moans were recklessly loud as collarbones were kissed as hands ravished heavy and now exposed breasts, louder than the muffled music that came up the stairs and through the crack under the door from the party she'd dragged them away from. a gentle reminder that whilst they were secluded, they weren't completely alone. blown out pupils danced between the impressive pair, melting back into the armchair as the familiar warmth of devon's palm pressed against the inside of her plump, bruised thighs to spread them apart. " fuck... my good boys. " she muttered, breathing heavily as harlow mirrored devon's actions — being spread open by both simultaneously, like a feast ready to be shared. curvy body visibly shuddered with anticipation, the front of her thong now tucked taut between puffy, wet folds as goosebumps formed in the wake of their touches.

ㅤㅤa small hand slipped between her now parted thighs, more lewd moans spilling from parted petals as matte black nails tucked beneath the damp fabric of her lingerie to pull it to one side. she was watching them when she presents herself to them like a gift, waiting to see their reactions as devon leaned in closer. " don't you wanna taste me? " the question was directed at both men as she batted thick, long lashes down at them, fingers releasing the material to drag between her folds; sighing at the sensation before bringing them to her lips to slowly suck clean. " well? it's not gonna eat itself. "

[bayetea]

‼️🤯 NEW FANDOM RULE JUST DROPPED 🤯‼️ no more infantilizing hazel no more refusing to ship her with anyone but frank no more excluding black characters from being desirable love interests. you have to think about hazel making out with One character who was never one of her canon love interests for at least 3 minutes sorry