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lemonhemlock · 1 year
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Grrm was so unserious when made Rhaenyra based on Matilda and Aegon ii on Stephen... Like the only similarity between rhaenyra and Matilda is the fact that both of them were women fighting against men for the throne and that's where their similarity end . Matilda is not vain , coward, cruel, and tyrannical like rhaenyra lmao . Also Stephen (according to historians) is brave, fighting in his war, attractive, charismatic , generous and kind while Aegon on the other hand is brave true however he is just a lazy hedonist . Now I know they are not supposed to be copied and pasted From their historical counterparts , but i feel Grrm should have add more redeeming-compelling qualities to both of Aegon and rhaenyra , especially rhaenyra she is annoying fr. Also grrm did her real dirty when he made aegon her brother lmao like the only reason Matilda was named heir is because her brother died , so it will make since if grrm made aegon rhaenyra's uncle or cousin like being Rhaenys's son or something because him being Rhaenys's legitimate brother made her claim comically weak.
I have been losing my voice yelling over this. Stephen was able to mount a war over Matilda while being her cousin via Henry I's sister (not even brother!). No one, absolutely no one, in 12th Century England (where this storyline was taken from) would have looked 1 (one) second at Rhaenyra (when her brother Aegon was right there) and considered her claim.
Those entire plot points of the lords swearing an oath to Rhaenyra and the king "changing his mind on his death bed" were lifted straight out of The Anarchy as well. That didn't stop other people in real life from naming Stephen as their King, a result of which is that Matilda is not considered Queen within the historiography, only a claimant. Just like Rhaenyra.
For anyone who stubbornly refuses to accept that Rhaenyra's claim is very much disputable, a similar case has already been disputed in history to the detriment of the female claimant. Not to mention that Stephen's claim was a lot weaker than Aegon's is. All of this knowledge is a bloody Wikipedia page away. 🤷‍♀️
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abbatoirablaze · 2 years
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TM Tragedy, Season 2, Chapter 1
Word Count:  2.7k
Warnings:  smut, mentions of oral sex (m receiving) trading women/dates for money, mentions of guns, testing guns out/shooting guns, bartering for sex, mentions of a taboo relationship, age gap. 
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Juice’s POV
I felt her lips trailing down my body.  Her hands went lower on my chest, until one slid into my boxers.  My eyes squeezed tighter together.  I moaned as she stroked me.  She nipped at my hips and began kissing lower.  I felt my boxers slide off and her tongue licked along my hip.  I shivered, "fuck.  D-don’t stop, baby." 
I felt her lips curve into a smile before falling away from my body.  She lightly stroked me, and her head appeared from under the covers, "good morning, JC.”
I smiled, my body coming down from the already sensitive touch, “Mandy…y-th-that was so mean.”
“Mean?” she asked, a surprised look crossing her features as she gave me a playful look, “I thought I'd wake you up nicely today.  I was being so nice, Juan Carlos…" 
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her towards my body.  I kissed her deeply.  When her hands went to my face, I took the opportunity to flip us over.  Her camisole had ridden up her hips.  Her silky shorts brushed up against my erection.  
"I love you," I said, pulling away, “I love you so much, Amanda.”
She smiled, her thumb brushing along my jaw.  That small movement sent a shiver down my spine.  "I love you too, JC." 
I looked in her eyes, and I just wanted to lay there forever with her, "I wish I could stay here all day with you." 
"Alicia is watching Rizario now, but I have to pick him up later," she whispered, “we do have a few hours to ourselves…to do whatever we want.” 
I laid back down beside her and she rolled me over so I was on my back then climbed on top of me, so she was straddling me.  I smiled, "are you saying you want to have a play date with me before you leave though?" 
She giggled, playfully hitting my chest.  She bent down to kiss me, and I bucked my hips, letting her know I was still ready and waiting for her.  
"Maybe just a quickie."
We had met up at the warehouse at 9 AM. Cameron and his son Eddie were waiting for us. Clay got him to agree to testing out the new fire power. I smiled as I picked one up and an loaded an additional clip into my jeans so I’d have some extra time shooting it, "these are nice."
"Shoots like a dream," Chibs smiled, palming the clip, "ohhh I miss these fuckers. Prospect, line up the targets."
Half sack ran down about forty feet and set up some targets on some pallets. I looked back to see Clay was talking with Mandy. A few minutes after we'd arrived, she'd shown up, sayin that Alicia told her they were finally gonna release Bobby.
"I love days that have all good news," he'd smiled, hugging her, “you…you’re my lucky little charm...you know that, sweetheart?”
"An who's this?" Haye's son asked, eyeing her up and down.
"My daughter," Clay said simply, loading the gun. I could her Tig and Chibs chuckle behind me, "my youngest, Mandy. Mandy you've met Cam. This is his son."
"Eddie," the guy said, reaching a hand out to her, "you're one of the women that took care of my dad, right?"
She nodded, "yeah. Cam's a fighter."
Cam smiled, playfully hitting her shoulder, "this one. She's a real lass kicker. Bet she breaks as many hearts as she heals."
Mandy laughed, shaking her head, "I don't. I swear."
"She's single," Clay laughed, "my boys make sure no guys are sniffing around her."
I loaded my clip and headed to the line. Chibs and Tig were waiting. I raised it and began to shoot.
God damn Irish punk. Trying to sniff after Mandy.
She's my old lady. 
We emptied our clips into the targets, and soon enough Jax and Clay were talking to Cam again. His son was busy trying to flirt with Mandy. I couldn't help but feel a little jealous.I knew that I'd been the one to say that we had to keep us dating a secret, since technically she's still underage, but it was getting to me that this guy was trying to get in her pants.
"What do you think gentlemen?"
Clay and Jax nodded to one another, and Clay spoke up, "alright. Let's talk."
I jumped as Tig's gun went off. He jokingly shot a few near Sack, sending him jumping, holding the stapler up as if it would protect him. Chibs joined in as I started heading into the warehouse with the rest of the guys. My eyes were glued to Mandy who was being escorted in by Eddie.
"Oh I don't know," she said when she saw all the guns, "I should really get back to TM. I just told Alicia I'd let you guys know."
"Well lass it was a pleasure meeting you," Eddie said, kissing her hand. Clay raised a brow at him, and Cam shrugged, but they both let it happen. They both waited until they heard Mandy's car pull away. Clay turned to him, "alright, what's the catch?"
"The Russian pipeline's dried up," he said quickly, drawing our attention back, "hooked up with a rouse out of Jabalia. Run em through Dungloe."
"How do these break down to ship?"
"They don't," he said, matter of fact, "come assembled."
"That's not our business," Tig said quickly, “we don’t run that way.”
"I know."
"Where you going with this Cam?"
Cam turned towards Clay, "True I.R.A's picking up momentum. North country's getting hot. Need to step up the cash flow. Keep the anger focused."
"You want the son's to run em," Jax said, putting the pieces together, “want us to make sure your business stays hot.”
"Northern Cali. Oregon. Washington."
I looked at Cam's son in disgust. He didn't have any right to be talking. He was just following daddy in to work.
"I don't know if you heard but we got out of the errand business some time back," Clay said, trying to draw the focus back towards the real men, "we buy wholesale. We assemble. We sell for retail. End of story."
"Come on Clay," Cam said, "we both know you've still got an ATF target on your back. You really think it's safe filling this new space with illegal gun parts?"
"What's your deal."
Cam turned to Jax, "we sell. Ship. Store. You load your saddlebags. Deliver. Charter to charter. Give you 20%"
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Jax’s POV
"We can get 60% if we assemble our own," Clay growled out, looking around, “that’s a bullshit offer, and you know it.”
"We carry all the risk and the overhead," Eddie said, trying to barter. Clay looked at him but didn't see the wiggle room, “you know it’s a good deal, Clay…”
"My son will be your point guy in Cali. This is a win win Clay," he said, trying to win him over. Clay sighed. He didn't like it, "we'll let you talk it through, come on Eddie."
Chibs waited until the guys walked away before speaking, "that's bullshit. They've still got access to the Russian surplus. They'll just try to stonewall us, so we'll play along. The mick pricks."
"He's right about the feds," Juice said, trying to make sense of it all, "it doesn't matter what dummy corp we use or how far off the grid we are. If ATF puts a tail on any one of us we're going to lead them right back here."
"What do you think, VP?" Clay asked.
"I think we can use Mandy to our advantage," I said, being brutally honest, "Cam's son obviously has a crush on her. We get her to go sweet on him, we could talk them into more of a cut."
Clay looked uncomfortable, "I'm not pimping out my daughter, Jax."
"Not saying you do, Clay," I said, "but you know Mandy will do whatever we ask her. She cares about the club. Just have her go on a date. No promises to him. Nothin. Just say she'll go on a date with him. That's it."
"She's a minor," Juice said simply, "that guys gotta be my age."
"It's for the good of the club," Clay asked me, "you think it'll work?  You think it'll help?" 
I nodded, thinking about how Eddie was trying to flirt with her earlier, "no doubt in my mind.  He'll say yes." 
"Okay," Clay sighed, giving in.
"How do you even know Mandy will be okay with this?"
"What is it to you, Juice?" I asked, "you tryin to push up on my little sister? She's turning 18 real soon."
He looked between me and Clay. He looked uncomfortable.
"Maybe he's right," Tig said quickly, pulling some of the tension out of the air, "we don't even know Mandy would agree to it. I me-"
"She'll say yes," Clay said, cutting him off, "she does what's best for the club. She does what we ask of her."
"Go get the Irish," I said simply, “let em know what we can offer em.”
"Yeah…whatever…" Juice huffed, walking out. A few moments later, Eddie and Cam came back in.
"You get us the Russian guns we need to keep our Oakland business intact and we use your facility to store and assemble. Then we'll run your hardware up to the coast. But MC pony express is gonna cost you 30%"
"twenty five."
"twenty-eight and the Russian stock...and I get you a date with Mandy."
Eddie looked at his dad, who nodded, and he smiled.
"Okay."
The Irish walked away with sack to get everything packed up. I looked at everyone, "it's a temporary fix boys. Keeps us in the gun business til the heat wears off. I mean we're running out of road here. Call a vote, prez."
Clay looked annoyed at what he'd just agreed to.
"All in favor?"
I watched as Tig and Juice raised their hands, in obvious agreement with me and Clay. He nodded, walking away, "deal."
I looked at the guys. Juice wouldn't look at me. Tig gave me a sympathetic smile and followed suit. Soon it was just me and Chibs staring one another down.
"You didn't vote for the deal."
"You and Clay are pimping out your younger sister to do it," he said. His accent was prominent, letting me know that he was upset, "how d'ya think Alicia is gonna react if she finds out you did this to her baby sister, huh?"
"It's club business, Chibs."
"Doesn't make it any more right," he said softly, "Mikey is just a few years younger. How would you feel if she'd come visit and that boy was interested in her?"
I bit my tongue.  This wasn't his place.
"You know what, never mind," he sighed, lighting up a cigarette, "you don't know how it'd feel because I'm the one that'd raised her." 
Before I could respond he pushed past me, making sure to shoulder check me.  
"So now that we're still in business," I heard Chibs call as he made his way towards the group, "we the hell as we gonna sell guns to? Niners? Mayans? Who?"
"Opie come back yet?" Clay asked.
"Today," I nodded, walking towards them, “got someone picking him up as we speak.”
"All right, let's all sit down. Figure out the move,” Clay said firmly, “figure out the next steps without the use of my kids.”
"Yeah," I growled, suddenly feeling the resurgence in my anger towards Clay, "we should do that."
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Mandy’s POV
"What the fuck do you mean," I growled from behind the bar, "going on a date with someone.  I don't want to go." 
"Damn it Mandy," he growled out at me, "I'm asking you for a favor. It's for the good of the club."
"You're trying to whore me out, Jax."
Are you gonna do it or not," he asked, not even attempting to sell me on the idea, "because he's picking you up tonight."
"What the fuck do you mean he's picking me up tonight?"
"Eddie Hayes," he said slowly, "he wanted a date with you."
"Where's dad?"
Jax nodded his head outside to where the guys were hanging out at the bench. I could hear Jax behind me, "he's already agreed to it, Mandy."
"Oh shit," Tig said, standing up, "Clay.  Angry one at ten o clock."
Dad turned around just in time for me to shove him, "What the fuck!"
"It was the on-"
"No," I growled, "Jax pulling this kinda shit, treating me like I'm some crow eater...I expect. But you! I expected better from you."
"Mandy we-"
"No," I growled, cutting him off once more, "there is no ‘we’ in this situation.  You guys are a bunch of selfish pricks.  I’m not just a piece of pussy you can trade around to some Irish prick!"
"It's what's best for the club."
I looked across the group of guys, "all of you voted for this?"
"Not the date," Tig said, "the gun business."
"Well then if I'm going on a fucking date, you can't be mad at anything that happens from here on out, agreed?"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Dad growled, putting his beer down.
"Deal?"
"Amanda Lynn Morrow what the hell are you talking about?"
"Do you want your gun deal or not?"
He growled, throwing his beer at the walls and shook my hand. I smirked and ended our handshake. Then I went straight up to Juice, grabbed him by his kutte and slammed our lips together.
In true Juice fashion he didn't react...like a god damned dumbass.  
I could hear a rush behind me. When I pulled away from him, I saw Tig and Chibs holding my dad back, "Eddie gets one date. After that, nothing else. Oh, and I get to fuck Juice. And so help me god if you do anything to him because I'm making this part of the deal, I'll fuck your gun shit up forever."
I could hear him throwing curses at Juice as I dragged Juice with me. He didn't say a word until I closed the door to our dorm room. I smiled, locking the door, and pushing him to the bed. His eyes were wide.
"Oh my god, Mandy what did you just do?"
I straddled him and kissed him deeply. He started to kiss back for a second before pulling away.  He sat back up, his eyes wide still.  He looked like a nervous mess, "Mandy he's going to fucking murder me."
"From how it looks," I said with a giggle, "I've got his balls in a vice grip. He can't do shit to you. If he does, bye bye guns."
"Baby," he said as I began to kiss him again, "baby. Wait?"
"What?" I asked, pulling away from him. He looked like he was trying to calculate everything that just happened.
"Wait...you didn't tell him-"
"I pretty much just made it seem like I was bartering for sex with you," I laughed, “you’re cock is mine, Juan Carlos.”
His eyes got wider as the realization hit him, "holy shit, you did."
I rolled off him and laid on the bed, "no one is pounding on the door for you not to...are you gonna make love to me or just sit there like a dazed idiot?"
"You get that out of your system?" Dad asked angrily as I emerged from the clubhouse. I smiled at him in response, pulling Juice along with me. Dad raised an eyebrow but refused to acknowledge him, "you've got your date tonight with Eddie.  Get showered…he’s picking you up soon."
"Okay."
He nodded and moved on to welcoming some of the guys that had drove down from other Charters. Everyone wanted to celebrate Bobby getting out tonight.
"I'm proud of you, kiddo," mom said kissing my temple. She looked beside me to Juice, "you better take care of her. You understand me?"
Juice nodded, "yes Gemma."
He took a deep breath when she walked away. I turned to him, "are you okay?"
"I-I just feel like a huge weight is lifted off my chest."
I pulled him to me, and kissed him, "good."
He smiled at me and leaned in, "and who knows, maybe when you get back you can spend the night at my place...we could...you know."
I bit my lip and nodded, kissing him on the cheek, "I'd love that. Hey, do you want me to grab you a beer?" 
He nodded and I kissed him one more time before heading over to the bar and grabbing him a cold one.  
Chapter 2
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ideal scenario is that i like thinking about this like, essential short story adventure where winston and tuk hook up w/a couple [that bachelorette party] members, and as a foursome/quartet because they have these parallel stories of two pairs of friends who are like "sure i'd have sex with you if things aligned for that" and now are living that short story about expanding a dynamic & becoming closer friends for the end of it (of course billions only wrote winston as standing next to tuk next episode, instead of rian as he's often written to be standing with incl in a previous finale, to shove him out of the path of getting material and let taylor have confusing nonresolution w/rian based on this proximity and coincidence instead. but who can't say that that, And winston next not even trying to sit with tmc in the last finale appearance which at this point is probably for the best and instead again hanging out with tuk and then ben, isn't about having been closer for whatever all happened there in obtaining casual sex together)
and they can have perpendicular stories of also just having some nice chats and enjoying other interactions together such that maybe it's just fun for this one night of crossing paths, maybe anyone stays in touch at all, who even knows, if winston or tuk are dating anyone it's probably only going to come up again in how they were last dumped for being too much effort for how unepic they are, so godspeed to offscreen unmentioned dating. but just friendly acquaintanceship, or again this one-time spontaneously crossed paths night's acquaintanceship, is also a lot of fun. and why not imagine that winston "he's not allowed to not feel self-loathing or, by doing basic things like talking or initiating Or oppositng anything, Not operating as though he's too low in a social hierarchy here to be allowed thusly" type of material where his spontaneity, vivacity to bon vivantocity, self-assurance that is apparently arrogance/aggression to every who thinks he ought to be self-effacing instead, etc, is actually just a social success in other less wretched non-work situations, and his personality is taken as a contribution to the proceedings even before anyone takes up his proffered contribution of himself as a potential sexual partner. and lending confidence to tuk as like one person who won't, at any given time, go into hostile mode with him or even like take up the position of issuing this criticism, which is an inherently elevated (over tuk) one when it's a unilateral thing. such that tuk's personality can be a potential contribution as well. and winston and tuk's Friendship Developing Moments can be happening then, too, b/c Maybe they've hung out outside work on their own aleady, but also maybe they've never really been interacting with a larger group outside work, such that that group is less likely to include some people, or entirely people, who will suddenly go sicko mode on either or both of them. and then meanwhile, who knows anything abt this bachelorette party, could be already a cohesive friend group who all see each other all the time, or people who see each other more infrequently meeting up on this trip, or a mix; could be fun and chill or something so scheduled/demanding it's kind of like a work trip, or fluctuate....and of course zero info abt the individuals such that imagining anything abt them is entire OC territory, and i'm bad at that, or at coming up with stories, so not exactly a lot of details here from me but godspeed if two of them unlock another tier of friendship here b/c like parallel to winston and tuk, they're like hmm okay so we're mutually down re: potentially having a foursome here, and spending some time away from the larger group
(or of course the scenario that tuk and winston can also have that moment but just as putting "and/or: a threesome?" as an option, and that tips the scales for someone who might've otherwise felt more indecisive like "hmmmm casual convenient hookup, or spending more time out & about like this / whatever other activity...." but then is like oho Well, if it's a threesome, i'll seize that opportunity, sure....such that then maybe afterwards [winston and tuk hanging out together] happens sooner, if the third member feels more third wheel about things lol, since now they'd be the only two who already know each other. like ooh who knows, round n+1 in the aftermath just one on one (and/or i mean, maybe another thing the third party's still around for, re: further casual sex opportunities that don't just fall into your lap every day), and/or talk, watch tron together, go back out on the town even. where the conclusion of this truly is the essence of "it Is easy to imagine that winston and tuk are real Genuine Friends for the implicit further offscreen time spent together outside work / interactions between them here. and fun" and with that flair of "and give that a juxtaposed parallel in it being the same for a couple bachelorette attendees, why not, good for them"
#winston billions#not even overt winstuk ideas. at least not in the sense that this or other ideas i have in that realm would necessarily be distinct from#the realm of ideas abt their being actual regular friends. even when it's like ''ooh & what if they kissed'' ideas.#it's [aroace] it's [relationship anarchy] it's [for the most part if i use ''romance/romantic'' as a term it's a shorthand for convenience]#not the most interesting dynamic i'm working towards here. like even w/the world of [many Tayston ideas that involve their both extensively#navigating this world of What Are We] most fun ideas aren't that they Just want to say ''i love you(tm)'' especially not wherein that in#turn is supposed to be a shorthand for Romance; Huh? that itself elides everything else w/more Meaning that can be discussed or organically#figured out by further navigation when what's more honestly going on is that they want more options in how they interact w/each other#which is included in fun ideas that they do enjoy & go ''jk unless??'' when ppl assume they Are dating / together romantically(tm) lol....#all that to really take a long tangential way around to ''and i don't even think much abt what billions canon could offer re tuk & winston#being friends beyond further very occasional very isolated very peripheral glances outside of knowing a) it'll be a joke on both of them#and/or b) it'll be a joke on just winston; in that tuk is the one who must Transcend this genuine friendship'' and i certainly don't expect#much in general given that i'm not even presuming winston's not written out early in season 7 or anything#to even write some nebulous Positive Enough / Genuine Enough riawin dynamic material for my tayriawin wip sure is essentially equivalent w/#writing this What If Their Friendship Was Positive/Genuine Enough. and tbh taking it back to pre 5x08 rian of the short hair & busy desk#when there was still that potential re being a character b/c whoops weren't yet cast into being taylor's mirror & only plot Device vs Drive#great times out here. could get actual character material if she's actually criticized vs w/e taylor says abt her is [their mood ring]#evidently hypocritical in how she treats winston; which is to say: uses him; most often by bullying him; & seems to have interacted w/his#ever indeed having a crush on her by consciously taking advantage of that for....only more bullying. so based on That canon precedence it's#like....considerations of how they could interact now that might be more romance(tm) proximate are. certainly not Good lol.#the one true This Could Be Good And Enjoyable billions canon has proven to yield: Put It All On Taylip Baby. As Personal All/Anythings 🙏🙏#hilariously similar Seeming premise w/riawin like wow they're rivals when feeling petty but can & want to work together. they're peers.#they're foily. they're offbeat enough. they're a duo of somethings. they're Aware of the language & the rules & the behaviors. they're#crucially unusually cooperative in general but esp. with each other....and yet. apparently At All Costs winston must be a joke and rian mus#be correct; other characters insisting on thusly so much that there's no indication the writers are even aware of any other possibilities#when perhaps core themes of analyzing perceived intrinsic vs extrinsic incongruity fails to apply this to Autistic Ppl Are Real....shrugh!#i have no idea if the fact rian has no clue she also ever uses people to her benefit & will keep at it b/c she can get away with it is also#aligned thusly like. writers think pwning winston is A Neutral; Unquestionably Correct simple fact of human interactions/relations.#still nonzero suspicion that [no; rian isn't meant to simply be correct] but if you write him off / nobody's said shit to her except for#winston himself (ignored by characters & potentially viewers) or even blinked; as has been the case so far....then where are we exactly.
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Ramon had a cute idea for the Huevitos (members of Fit's community) to fill the #ramonbday tag with art and kind messages so he can show them to Fit for his birthday (February 1st), so here's my contribution! I have over 800 Fit-related clips, so it was hard to choose just a few fun moments from stream :'D
Even though the QSMP server won't be open until February 3rd, we still have a few more days to share messages, art, etc. – so if you'd like to post something for Ramon to potentially include in Fit's birthday surprise, make sure to post it by January 31st and use the tag #ramonbday!
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Fit: I can't believe I'm a homosexual now.
FitMC 2023 - 2024 Highlights
Vegetta: Leonarda, give me the picture.
Fit: Leonarda, you should give him a picture.
Vegetta: It's for saving your life!
Fit: [Picks up the photo she dropped] Oh, now I have it. [Sees its a photo of Vegetta and Melissa in their stripper outfits] Oh. Oh my.
Fit: It's a life experience Tubbo, you know? Aren't you glad you–
Tubbo: "Life experience" deez nuts, you bald bastard.
Fit: Ok, I'm looking through the bars– There's like, yeah–
Pac: [Falls off the wall] AAAAA–
Fit: [Dumping his wild cats in the Bakery] I'll just– I'll just release them in here. Screw it. What's the worst that could happen?
[The next day]
The big cats are still, uh– [Sees the cats mauling the Baker] Oh my god. They do NOT like the Baker
Jaiden: Fit, you're just a guy, right?
Fit: I'm just a dude. I'm just like– I'm just like the generic RPG protagonist. Like, human male, warrior. Like, it's– I'm as vanilla as you can get
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Fit: Sneeg– shut up, I'm doing gay roleplay right now!
Fit: Tubbo, if you want to disable mines, you are disrespecting the entire Hispanic community.
Fit: What are you doin' staring at me, Baldy? Yeah, you think you're hot sht?
[The Binary Monster shows up]
Fit: OH, FCK–
Fit: The oldest anarchy server in Minecraft.
Fit: The youngest gay roleplay server in Minecraft.
Fit: [While playing "Hide and Seek" with Ramon] If he moves, then I know that was the spot.
Ramon: [Stares at him as the Metal Gear Solid "discovered by an enemy" vwing! sound plays]
Fit: [Cackles] WHERE YOU GOIN' BOY? WHERE YOU GOIN' BOY?
Fit: To be a turtle in the Arctic, you hate to see it. Yeah, you know this turtle is... not so different from me. It's living in a place that's trying to KILL it.
Tubbo: [To Pac] Just lay down. [Starts Casualonas-ing] This is for you.
Fit: [Immediately equips his weapon]
Tubbo: This is for you, king.
Pac: [Laughs] Fit - you see this?
Fit: [Shoots Tubbo, who starts screaming] I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Uh-
Tubbo: Ok, ok, well he–
Fit: Misfire, misfire, misfire!
Tubbo: He wasn't- he wasn't- OW OW OW!
Fit: Misfire!
Fit: Sometimes- it's not about doing the right thing, Phil – it's about doing the more entertaining thing. Right?
Phil: PFTTTTT–
Fit: They banned my ass. They're like, "Why are you talking to Pac like that?" That's unacceptable on this family-friendly Christian Minecraft server (TM). Like– "We can't be having any of that." "Can't be having any of THAT."
Cucurucho: [Slowly turns to stare at Fit while Pac is talking to him]
Fit: [Silently starts cracking up]
Pac: Ok Cucurucho, I'm gonna be waiting for your response
[Fit putting up art that Ramon drew]
Foolish: Boo it if it's bad!
Fit: Heyyyyyy! That's actually –
Foolish: Oh! Wait, that's– That's actually pretty good, what the fck.
Fit: Ramon, you weren't supposed to actually try. This is incredible!
[They both laugh]
Pac: Yeah, yeah! I was–
Tubbo: Everyone goes through their dick phase.
Fit: Yeah...
Pac: Yeah, everyone does.
Fit: Oh? Oh– is that so, Tubbo? Yeah?
Tubbo: Everyone- everyone–
Fit: When did you go through your dick phase? [Laughs]
Tubbo: I'd argue I'm in my dick phase right now.
Fit: Uh, you know, speakin' of spruce– you know Bruce Lee, right?
Phil: Yeah?
Fit: If Bruce Lee was a plant, he'd be Spruce Tree.
Phil: [Disappointed grumbling]
Fit: [Laughs]
[Fit gets kicked off the server]
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garbinge · 4 months
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Maybe One Day
Chibs Telford x F!Teller!Reader
Summary: You go back to Charming 10 years after… everything.
Word Count: 2.6k
Warnings: Angsty. Mentions of death, murder, emotional distress, emotionally heavy.
SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics
A/N: I wrote this on my phone so don’t mind any odd formatting or editing mistakes!
Part 2
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The moment you crossed into the town line you felt the heaviness overcome you. It was like there was this smog that only existed within the miles of town, one foot outside that sign that held the town founding year and population and it was like fresh air. But currently you were being suffocated as the odometer added mile after mile as you drove deeper into Charming.
It was like looking at an old photograph, not much had changed in most parts. There was still the main street strip, some of the stores definitely were new, but the street felt the same. You noticed the lack of loud, rumbling motors, lack of two wheeled engines parked along the curb. But early on that had been how it was before Scoops turned into the new head quarters for the Sons of Anarchy. It had been 10 years since you’d been back here, so it was likely the original club stomping grounds were back in commission.
You had told yourself you weren’t going to find out if that were true but you currently were parked just outside the automotive shop to see a new black warehouse like space where the old blue one used to be. The paint didn’t look too fresh where SOA was stencilled on but it looked new enough to you as you leaned against the black cutlass.
One thing and one thing only. It was the sentence you repeated in your head over and over as you drove hours back home. Back home, that felt like a heavy statement. Charming might have been where you grew up, but it wasn’t home. Despite it being where you’ve lived most in your life, it wasn’t home. One thing and one thing only. You knew that wasn’t true every time the thought ran in your head. It was inevitable that you’d come here, that you’d stop at the rocky mounted highway where JT’s memorial was. Where the helmet and sunglasses of the other Teller still lay abandoned.
You were just supposed to grab the last few things at the house before the closing date. The realtor handled everything else, the listing pictures, the calls with interested buyers, you had hired people to straighten up and you had put mostly everything else in storage 10 years ago, but there was one thing that was still in that house that no one else could get but you.
You didn’t put the house on the market until a month ago. It was an assumption but you figured the club was going to use the house for whatever shady business or reasons, it’s why you were happy you had a confirmed buyer that first week of putting the blue house on the market. All it took was one day and one tour by your realtor before the offer came in. But that sped up your timeline. It was likely that was why you pushed this out so far, dreading the thought of coming out here and going to the kitchen drawer and grabbing that pocket notebook that you hid in the false bottom of it.
Now that notebook was weighing heavy in your back pocket but it was fitting considering the weight of the air. You saw people in TM work shirts moving around, the weight of the word Teller staring down at you even from the street. That was all Charming ever did, weigh heavy on you.
You thought of the words you repeated over and over again. One thing and one thing only. What a lie. You scoffed slightly as if the conversation you were having in your head was actually happening outloud.
A few more thoughts popped into your head, each from someone this town had an effect on. Both statements weighing heavy on you because what else would thoughts about Charming be.
The one Hale spoke to Jax when you were younger. “It wont be long before SAMCRO is just an ugly memory in the history of charming.” Something felt unsettling there, unfortunately Hale died before he could see that come to light and as you stared at the new SAMCRO compound you had to think you probably would too.
Then Wendy’s voice came to your head, “The MC, this town, it kills all the shit you love.” She was right before shit even hit the fan. Although, shit was always hitting the fan so she was just on the pulse of Charming before any one else even bothered to look. You had lost everyone to Charming—to the club. Yes, you had Abel and Thomas still, but it was different, everyone you had in your family during your young life was gone. Tara, Jax, Gemma, Opie. The list went on.
But before you could continue the list you heard a familiar voice. The voice of the one person you hadn’t technically lost to the reaper but you most certainly lost to Charming and SAMCRO.
You hated how the voice made your heart happy. You hated how it managed to make every ounce of heaviness disappear and flee to the deep depths of the town and would only surface when you were left alone. But as you heard his voice again it made you wish you never would be alone again. It made you think for the briefest of seconds that maybe you could back out of the offer, move into the house that was now in your name and create a life here. Charming was home after all.
No. No. Charming was not home. The quick rational part of your brain quickly jolted you back to reality. That weight quickly rising from the ground and pulling at your ankles as a reminder that the town’s grip would suffocate you. But there it was again, the interruption that pulled the weight off your ankles and had you feeling as light as a feather.
“Love?”
The name he called you for years, whether it was in public or when you were tangled up in the sheets felt like a breath of fresh air in this smothering town. It wasn’t a nickname solely for you, you heard him say it to many women in your years of knowing him, and he probably had a fair share of women now he used the name on.
But that didn’t stop your knees from wanting to buckle. You turned and saw him, it was ironic that in your years of hanging in this club house, at TM, you had never seen Chibs on the street in front of the club HQ. Most guys parked inside, the street parking was reserved for excess cars who were there for service and for on lookers like yourself, although they usually tended to be wearing badges.
“Mother of Christ.” His accent was thick as he lifted his sunglasses up and off his face. His feet were moving towards you.
He didn’t think twice before engulfing you in a hug. You had thought about this moment a lot, going over all the different ways it could go. In one of the scenarios you thought he’d pause immediately front of you, stare at you like a stranger. There was something so relieving that he was hugging you like the past 10 years hadn’t existed, that no matter what happened he still cared about you, was happy to see you.
“Chibs!” A voice interrupted your embrace and you wanted to murder them. Funny how being in Charming made homicide an instant thought.
Chibs pulled away and that’s when the Scottish cologne hit you, a smile filling your face as he looked back to the person in the TM lot.
“Church in 10!”
You looked at the patch on his kutte immediately at those words and saw the president patch. It sent bile to your throat, it was the patch Jax wore for years. Not figuratively, but literally. It was the exact patch he wore, some of the stains on it were likely from his time wearing it. You didn’t stay here long enough to see it sit on Chibbs’ kutte but seeing it now was transporting you back 10 years.
“Why don’t y’come int’the clubhouse darlin’, have a drink, we can talk.” He looked older, the bags under his eyes were dark and puffy. You could tell the club life was affecting him, his hair was graying way more and it made him even more attractive.
“I shouldn’t.” You shook your head and doubled down, “I can’t.”
The second two worded statement you spoke is what made Chibs understand, a nod escaping from his head.
“It’s good t’see ye’.” He was trying to keep it light, he knew how hard this was.
“I’m selling the house.” You said it so business like, it was a way to give him the heads up to let the club know. You saw some traces of them being there, not frequently but enough. Cigarette buds in the ashtrays around the furniture that was left, empty beer bottles in the recycling bin. You knew Chibs made sure whoever came by knew to clean up after.
Chibs just nodded and looked down. “Y’happy?”
How were you supposed to be happy after Charming took every last thing that you loved. You thought for a minute and the faces of your nephews flashed in your mind and you smiled.
“The boys are teenagers. I don’t know if you can be happy with teenagers.” You joked.
Chibs grinned at the mention of Thomas and Abel.
You wanted to ask him if he was happy but you were afraid of the answer. You saw what the club presidency did to the person in the role before him. You saw what it had done to the other Teller in the same position just a decade before. It made you think about JT and his legacy for a moment. You always wondered if JT was just exemplified as this great person because he wasnt alive to be rememebered for his flaws. But then you remembered Gemma and Clay and how they only remembered JT for his flaws. Your mind instantly went to Jax who had killed both Clay and Gemma, and what his legacy was. If he’d be exemplified just because he was gone and his flaws would be forgotten. Your eyes moved to the newer clubhouse and saw the small memorial that was on the roof. There was white air forces perched on the edge where Jax would very often sit and reflect. That solidified it for you, he’d be seen as Jax Teller, son of JT, president of SOA, an honor to have known and loved him for the guys who were in the club when he reigned as VP and president. But then your eyes fell back on Chibs, the hope that since he knew the flaws that essentially led to the death of your brother, he’d lead differently while still respecting his legacy in the eyes of the club.
“You rebuilt.” You pointed to the building trying to erase that long heavy thought from your mind.
“Ice cream and hookers were too distracting for the guys.” He teased in reference to Scoops and Red Woody. “You sure you don’t want to come in, love? Church won’t take long, I’ll give y’my dorm while y’wait.”
It was a convincing offer. You wanted to see what Chibs’ dorm looked like, what life was like for him. But deep down you knew you already knew what it looked like because you lived it. You lived it and you hated it. You loved him but hated the life.
“No just came to get this.” You pulled the pocket notebook out and flapped it in the air.
Chibs knew exactly what that was and nodded in understanding.
“Chibs!” The same voice called out again.
“He’ll be in in a second!” You called out, eyes still glued on the Scot in front of you.
The prospect shut up quickly and moved back inside. You wondered how he’d describe you to the members inside, there was only a handful that could potentially recognize you from description, and an even smaller handful that would come out to see for themselves.
“I wanted to give it to Abel. I think he deserves to know Jax the way Jax wanted him to.” You explained the notebook that Chibbs knew all about between the time when Jax was writing it and when you had told him where you’d put it.
“It was really good ta see y’love.”
Despite everything shitty about being back, it was true for you too. It was great seeing him. You wished you could ask him to leave, come stay with you on your humble farm, sell fresh eggs with you at the farmers market and ride dirt bikes with the boys. But it was the same reason he never asked you to stay here. Sure he might’ve asked you to come in for a drink but the words “stay in Charming” would never come from his mouth. He knew it was too painful.
He pulled you in for another hug and you didn’t want to let go. The drink wasn’t sounding half bad, you wanted to catch up, hear about what he’s up to, how he’s been, but the answers you’d want to hear would never come and the one’s you dreaded to hear would be the only one’s that filled your ears.
As you pulled out of the embrace you squeezed his arm in a way to tell him the same about seeing him without actually saying it and then you quickly turned back to your car. Chibs was walking away now, his hand reaching up to wipe the couple stray tears he’d never admit to shedding and dropping his sunglasses back down.
You called out one last time to him, an impulsive decision and impulsive thought meeting together at the tip of your tongue.
“If Abel comes here, push him out. Don’t welcome him in.”
Chibs was frozen at the request and then he nodded in understanding.
“I’ll send ‘em right back to th’farm so his auntie can talk some sense into ‘em.” It was a humorous statement but it gave you relief because Chibs wouldn’t lie to you.
“You can tell him about Jax. The Jax you knew. The Jax we wanted him to be.”
It was just like you to have the most mundane small talk conversation at close range where whispers could be exchanged and this important one where voices carried.
“I won’t.” At first you thought he misheard you and you were going to correct him when he spoke up. “If he’s anything like his ol’ man, he’ll want to become the man we wanted him to be, and we’ve already seen how that plays out.”
You thought it was impossible to feel seen in Charming. To feel heard. You thought it was impossible for someone in the club to speak this way about it. About past members. It was probably one of the many things about Chibs that made you love him, his honesty, his care for the Teller family. It gave you a little hope.
“There’s always room for you at the farm.” You said as Chibs was walking backwards. Getting closer to the club but still staring in your direction. You saw the curly haired man appear from the clubhouse building, about to call Chibs’ name when he spotted you. You knew he’d hear the prospect talk and be outside to see for himself, using Chibs as the excuse.
Your hand raised and waved at Tig like you had just seen him yesterday. He immediately raised his hand waved and you heard his laugh crystal clear from where you were and stared back at Chibs for a response to your invitation.
“Maybe one day, love. Maybe one day.”
Part 2
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finsterkiibo · 6 months
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seeing as I recently got my commissioned Halloween icon and now I’m in Halloween Mode (TM) its a PERFECTTIME to post these goofies ehehe
every year I usually design unique halloween costumes for saiibo seperate from merch but this year I wanted to do something media specific and realized that having saiibomatsu dressed as the one and only anarchy splatcast idols WOULD BE TOO PERFECT TO PASS UP
DEEP CUT SAIIBOMATSU PROPAGANDA IS REAL AND IM SPREADING IT RIGHT NOW
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biracy · 9 months
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I think people have a weird, highly idealized idea of what a "real punk" actually is. A large amount of "real punks", including extremely influential punk rock musicians, are or were racist, misogynistic, homophobic, antisemitic, etc., and to keep building up barriers that go "welllll um xyz person isn't a REAL PUNK" is to apply like. mid-2010s Tumblr "validity" politics to a genre of music and the subculture surrounding it. "Punk" does not mean "anything that is good", and in that way, not everyone who is "punk" is good. Honestly, tons of punk musicians weren't even "ideologically punk" - Johnny Rotten was never an anarchist, he just knew that performing anarchy makes you popular with young people. However, I'd also kinda argue that to call "punk" a "music-based subculture" in the same vein as being a "metalhead" is also ahistorical - punk rock was named after a preexisting rebellious, often criminalized youth culture that was associated with 60s garage rock because of its "hard-edge", often "amateurish" sound. Basically "punk" is historically a rather loose term that can refer to both the genre of music (and even then, what defines "punk rock"? really and truly?) and the youth culture it's associated with (regardless of whether or not the people involved listen to the Clash or the Sex Pistols), tons of people making the Actual Punk Music(tm) weren't "ideologically punk" at all, and trying to make both the idea that "Being Punk is a MUSIC-BASED SUBCULTURE and if you don't listen to THE MUSIC you're a POSER" AND the idea that "Being Punk is about being an ANARCHIST (like an actual anarchist, politically speaking) and idk. PUNCHING TERFS" work can end up being kind of conflicting, when you look into who's actually been making a lot of the music. This is fine, by the way. I know anarchism is a hard sell and I don't think you need to read theory in order to listen to Blitzkrieg Bop (I know the Ramones sure didn't). I also don't think you need this encyclopedic knowledge of rock history that I have to use "anarchoqueer genderpunk" in your Tumblr bio to concisely describe your politics online. It's not really that big of a deal
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askthebadkidz · 2 months
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More Riz and Mary Ann autism friends headcannons:
Mary Ann has a fantasy switch and fantasy 3ds so sometimes she invites Riz over and one of them plays silently on the 3ds and the other on the switch and They don’t talk to each other for 3 hours and they talk about how good of a time they had afterwards.
since Riz eats everything Mary Ann throws all the food she doesn’t eat to him and sometimes if it’s really bad texture (tm) he picks it out for her. They don’t really have a bad texture (tm) in common but when they do it’s anarchy if they find it.
Riz will info dump for hours about absolute bullshit and Mary Ann will then infodump for hours to the Rat Grinders that is verbatim what he told her, stutters and everything. It’s the only time she’s vocally emotive but her face is still the same.
Riz sometimes mimics how she acts and talks on bad days. She has tried to mimic him but has found it impossible but when she tries he thinks its the greatest act of friendship he’s ever gotten.
She says no to social gatherings for him. She doesn’t ever actually say no, she says goodbye and drags him with her while covering his mouth.
-Mod Riz
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theycallmequeenie · 1 year
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A Very Happy Christmas
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A/N: Sorry, this has taken me so long to write. It’s been a chaotic week or so. My mother has kept me busy working on making this a good Christmas for my nephew and I guess trying to keep our minds off this being our first Christmas without my grandmother, her mother. So yeah, finally got some time to myself that I can sit and focus on writing. Hope you enjoy this one.  
With love, Queenie.
Warning: This will contain terribly written smut that will most likely be out of character for our cherished Happy. Please proceed with caution. There will be talk of unprotected intercourse in this fic. Please always wrap it before you tap it, unless you are in a committed relationship and KNOW beyond a shadow of a doubt both consenting parties are clean. This ends my PSA portion of this warning.  (Hopefully this will get me comfortable with writing smut for this character so it can be included in one of the Lexie and Happy chapters.)
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Y/N had had a hard year. She ended up moving into a small California town that reminded her of ‘Mainstreet America’. It was almost all family owned and operated everything except for the police station, which was run by the county, and the local garage, that was run by the town’s motorcycle club, the Sons of Anarchy.
It was early spring when Y/N moved into her small home in the quiet town. As she was settling herself in her new hometown, she would occasionally bump into the members of the MC here and there. She would always offer each member a kind smile and she would usually receive a nod in return from each man.
It had been eight weeks since moving in that Y/N was nose deep in her grocery list and not paying attention when she literally ran into one of the leather clad men. On instinct she automatically starts apologizing before even looking up to see which one she had run into. Fortunately for Y/N, she had run into one of the friendlier men who introduced himself as Tig.
Tig did his best to calm the stammering and flustered Y/N down as she had heard enough from the other townsfolk to know what the Sons were and had been told by most to avoid their bad side. After many failed subtle attempts to calm her he finally out of desperation raised his voice to her and clapped a firm hand on her shoulder.
“Doll! Look it’s okay really. I get it, we were both in our own little world instead of paying attention to the world around us. If you are that upset and intent on making it up to me, why don’t you come out to TM tonight for a party. We always enjoy having a pretty face around…”
Y/N blushed at his invitation and tried to refuse saying she didn’t really belong there, but Tig ended up insisting and ultimately winning out. He offered her a smile and a wink before going on his way.
Later Y/N was in her home getting ready for what she expected to be an uncomfortable evening of being a wall flower at a MC party. Questioning why she even let the blue-eyed man talk her into going in the first place. She sighed to herself, shook her head as she finished dressing, and got ready to go.
Y/N went to the party at the clubhouse and surprisingly enjoyed herself she got to know some of the members and was invited back for the next party at the clubhouse to which she willingly agreed and attended.
This became Y/N’s weekly routine for several weeks, from late spring into the summer and into the early fall. In the early fall she was asked to start working in the office of the garage when the woman who had been working quit leaving the club in a bind.
This led to Y/N spending every day and most evenings including the Friday night parties, which she started spending talking to some of the members she had become friends with mainly Tig and another member called Chibs who was the President of the club, who enjoyed telling her the history of the club, or as much of it as he could tell an outsider at least.
Some more weeks pass and before everyone knows it it’s the Friday before Christmas and everyone was rushing around the garage trying to complete last minute plans and things before that night’s party. Y/N had been in the office until late in the evening, focused on the paperwork that needed to be finished not noticing the club’s festivities had already begun around her. Nor had she noticed the club Sargent at Arms slipping quietly into the office to see why she had yet to join them.
Happy Lowman was a quiet man in nature, he was more actions than words type. He knew that Y/N was alone in the world and that’s why she had moved to Charming. To get away from all those memories. Happy did his best to keep his distance from her as he didn’t want to complicate things for either of them, but the few times he had gotten close to her he could almost feel the sadness that rolled off her. And while he was told on many occasions that he was heartless; it wasn’t true and being around Y/N proved it to him and every other person who saw them interact.
Happy was concerned when he had noticed that Y/N wasn’t partying with the rest of the club and it’s hang-arounds, he was secretly relieved to see that she had let herself get engulfed in the paperwork in the Teller-Marrow office. He had feared she had snuck away to her lonely little home to avoid all the ruckus that was going on across the clubhouse.
He stood for a few moments waiting to see if Y/N would notice him on her own, he didn’t want to startle her, but she wasn’t looking up or paying attention to anything but the forms in front of her. He stood a few steps away from her desk and gently cleared his throat with a soft growl before tapping lightly on the desk.
Y/N jumped lightly at the unexpected sound but on realize who the sound came from she offered up a small, sad smile, “Oh, Hap I’m sorry I didn’t notice you come in. I guess I got too engrossed in this mess…”  Y/N gestured to pile of papers on the desk. Y/N did everything she could to ignore the little flutter in her chest, thinking it was from him startling her, not just him.
“I noticed.” He replied in his gruff tone but offered her a half smile to show her he was joking before perching himself on the edge of the desk next to her making sure to keep her undivided attention. “I noticed you weren’t at the party and got worried. I thought you skipped out on us this week.” He frowned gently as he finished his statement, the thought of her being alone in general didn’t sit right with him.
Y/N shook her head, “No haven’t skipped out yet, I wanted to get this all taken care of before I left for the night.” For some reason her voice was softer than normal, and she wasn’t sure why.
Hearing her all but admit she wasn’t planning on joining them for their party tonight upset Happy and in response he instinctively stiffened and pulled away from her form a moment getting up to stomp around the office pacing trying to form an argument that would convince her to stay with the club, with him tonight.
“So, you were planning on leaving without going to the clubhouse tonight. You tired of us already, Y/N?” he tried to hide his face from her as he spoke, he knew it had to be contorting in anger. Or at least he thought it was anger because he was definitely not hurt at the thought of her wanting to be alone instead of with the club or him. He almost rolled his eyes at himself for thinking like this
Y/N frowned and shook her head, “Hap, I’m not in the right headspace for all of that tonight.” She paused and gestured toward the clubhouse. “Those people in there want to have a good time and they want to have fun and well Tig is in that mix, so you know at least one of them wants sex.” She chuckled dryly and is joined by Happy who knows his brother all too well. “Happy, I just don’t want to bring any of them down, including you. I’m not in a people friendly mood.”
This time Happy growled louder this time, and his annoyance showed not only in his growling but on his face too. Y/N noticed his expression on his face and tensed up, which he noticed and started mentally kicking himself. The last thing he wanted was her on the defensive.
Standing Y/N rested her hands on the edge of the desk, “Look Happy, I don’t know what you want…”
Before Y/n could complete the thought Happy closed the space between them and backed Y/N against the wall of the small office, boxing her in with his strong tan arms. His horse voice harsh but quiet enough for only Y/N to hear, “You.”
Y/N looked up at Happy, eyes wide from the surprise of his confession. “Hap….”
Happy didn’t let her speak further, before she knew it his lips were on hers and his tongue was making its way into her mouth to dance with her tongue. Y/N placed her hands on his chest not to stop him, instead seeking another point of contact, Happy took an arm and placed it around her waist pulling her flush against him. He lets out a possessive growl as he kisses down her neck. And slips his hand under Y/N’s shirt wanting skin to skin contact resting his hand in the small of her back and gently started directing her toward the couch that was against the wall of the office.
Y/N started to lightly push against his chest, wanting him to pause his actions only momentarily.
Happy took a step back with an almost hurt expression flashing across his face and he watched hers for a clue as to why she would stop him.
As she caught her breath her cheeks flushed and her voice shook, “Hap, as much as I am all for this,” she paused to gesture between the both of them, “to happen… Could it maybe not happen here in the office? I’m not really an exhibitionist and I’d prefer to not have your brothers walk in on us in the act, so to speak….”
Y/N watched Happy, knowing he wasn’t a man of many words hoping he would vocalize a response and not just storm off like she had witnessed him do in the garage prior to the moment. He had no plans on storming off this time.
Happy cleared his throat, “So you’re not saying, ‘No, stop completely’ you’re saying, ‘No, not here’, correct?” Happy watched Y/N closely for any hint of hesitation when she responded. There was none when she nodded confirming his thought process. He spoke again, “And you aren’t saying ‘no not now’ right?” Again, he searched her face and again she nodded. This time he nodded and looked at her with a smirk on his face, paused for only a second, scooped her up throwing her over his shoulder. Giving her a quick playful sway across her bottom as she protested his method of moving this to another location and carried her off to his dorm in the club house.
As he walked through the door of the clubhouse everyone stopped and looked to see who Happy had over his shoulder and carrying away like a Viking with his war prize. Those partying shared hoots and hollers which only made Y/N blush and tell Happy that this was not exactly what she meant when she said she wanted a change of atmosphere for what he had in mind.
Once they reached Hap’s dorm, he put her down and kicked the door shut behind him. Backing Y/N toward the bed he shrugged off his Cut off and laid it on the dresser in the room and kicked off his boots before turning his attentions back to Y/N.
He started kissing her again, this time he started working on removing Y/n’s clothes as she worked on removing his. Her shirt was removed and then his. He unbuttoned her pants, and she unbuckled his belt. They separated long enough to each remove their jeans. They both took a step back to admire the sight of each other almost naked.  Y/N’s eyes widened at the hardening shape in Happy’s boxers and Happy smirked at Y/N’s Tiffany Blue Lace bra and panty set. Happy usually preferred his women in black but this shade of blue with Y/N’s skin tone might have just become his new favorite.
Licking his lips, he closed the space again with a smirk on his face as he started murmuring in Y/N’s ear asking her if she liked what she saw and telling her that she hasn’t seen anything yet. Before Y/n knows it, her bra has been unhooked and tossed to the side and Happy has his right hand on one of her breasts as Y/N ran a hesitant hand down Happy’s torso stopping at the waist band of his boxers.
Happy chuckled at her hesitation as he traced a finger across the waistband of her panties just lightly enough for his touch to tickle as he leaned into her ear to whisper to her, “It’s not gonna bite you, Little Girl.” He slipped his finger past the thin band of elastic that held her panties in place and into her slick fold to finding his target with ease rubbing her excited nub teasingly.
As Happy teased, Y/N went from feeling his torso to holding onto his arm for support to stay upright. Letting out a little gasp she felt her knees finally give out and buckle. Before she could drop Happy’s lightening quick reflexes had her on the bed safely and resumed teasing her, rubbing her nub, and working her into a frenzy. He watched her reach the edge and started murmuring to her again encouraging her to allow herself to fall over the edge into oblivion.
He upped his tactics and sent her over into bliss. He watched her through half hooded eyes as she came down from her orgasm, grinning to himself he removed her panties and then his boxers.
Y/N repositioned herself and looked up at him as he stood stark naked before her and opened her mouth preparing to take his length into her mouth, to take care of him but he stopped her. Telling her that there would be plenty of time for that later. He needed to feel her wrapped around him. As he stroked himself a few times as she lay back spreading her legs readying herself for what she knew was going to be the best sex of her life.
As he climbed on the bed, he positioned himself between her legs, stretching his long slender frame over her body so that he was face to face with her. Lining himself up at her wet core he asks if she’s ready for him waiting till he sees her nod, he leans down and gives her a deep kiss as he starts to thrust into her.
He was fully seated inside her in a few thrusts. She felt better than he had imagined, letting out a low growl and pausing to steady himself as well as giving Y/N time to adjust to his size. Y/N places her hands along Happy’s ribs and wiggles her hips to entice him to start moving again to which he obliges and starts off slow, increasing his pace evenly, kissing and watching Y/N’s face for cues when to speed up or change the angle. As he feels her close to that edge again, he starts talking to her telling her how gorgeous she looks coming undone underneath him and how good she feels around him.
After she peaks again and as she’s coming down from her high, he withdraws from her and flips her over onto her stomach, telling her to raise her hips. Once she was ready, he reentered her thrusting this time to reach his high. He starts off with a bruising grip on Y/N’s hips and a rough pace. As he chases his high, he moves a hand to her hair as she closes in on her next peak, she begs him to get rougher with her. He obliges out of instinct as he feels his own finish drawing near. As he feels himself drawing near his high, he mutters the curtesy ‘I’m close’ and receives encouragement from Y/N that mirrored what he gave her.
Happy roared to a finish deep inside of Y/N as she crested her own peak for the third time. Happy pulled out of Y/N spent and laid beside her on the bed, placing an arm over her when she tried to get up and leave. All he muttered was a gravely, “Stay…”
Y/N looked over her shoulder at Happy with a look of surprise, “But I thought….” Y/N stopped short with her words after seeing Happy’s face. His expression surprised her as it was outside of his normal gruff expressionless exterior. She could have almost mistaken it for adoration.
Happy shook his head and reached for Y/N’s hand, taking it in his, “Not with you, you I want to stay.” Letting go of her hand he took hold of the flat sheet that was on the bed and held it up silently inviting Y/N to climb in under it with him. “Please…”
Y/N sighed and nodded quickly before sliding in beside him. Happy laid the sheet over her, pulled her close and draped an arm over her abdomen. Holding her tight to him she spoke tenderly, “Hap, you planning on this being a serious thing? You wanting to keep me or something?”
Happy smiled at her and snuggled up a little closer to her, “If you’ll let me, Little Girl. I’d like this to be a serious kinda thing…” He paused waiting to see if Y/N made any attempts to stop him or turn him down, but she didn’t, so he continued, “Merry Christmas, Little Girl.”
The End
A/N part 2: I just want to apologize for how terribly that smut session was written I am not yet a proficient smut author and am still very awkward with the whole organizing of the smut scene. This is something I am still sorta new at and as much smut as I have read over the years you would think I’d have pick up a thing or two from those novels and fics. But if you’ve made it this far, I want to say Thank you for tolerating the terrible attempt you just read. I know if I write it more, I will improve and I am hoping to write more in the future. Much love, Queenie!
@darqchilddaydreamz​  @lady-telford​
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cottonraincoat · 3 days
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Nine (or however many) people you'd like to get to know better:
thank you for the tags my dears @heretolurkandnothingmore @willameena <3<3 i love seeing these tidbits about y'all :)
last song: Wolf in Sheep's Clothing by Set It Off (¯\_(ツ)_/¯)
favorite color: blue! if I'm left to my own devices everything I own might turn out blue. it's just the color I default to when given a choice :'D
currently watching: rewatching yuri on ice for fic reasons (hehe!) and intermittently hayden's higher ground
sweet/savory/spicy: hmm. I'm craving a pastry. savory?
relationship status: anarchy
current obsession: uhhh nothing much besides the ongoing obikin obsession! unless you count the flailing soup that's my thesis which is also occupying my brain beyond capacity
last thing you googled: oh gods okay uh it's "platinga 1974 review" because I was hoping someone else would explain the guy's book better than he did. the most useful thing I found was that I'd been spelling his name wrong & went ahead to fix it in my draft. and then being stumped I immediately got distracted by tumblr and on that note I should go back to the readings (tm)
zero pressure tagging (sorry if double tag!): @usakostar @sky-kenobye @underacalicosky @piecesofeden11 @thetimesinbetween @deathbyobiwan
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isa-ghost · 7 days
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Isa my darling! Happy Birthday, albeit a couple of days early.
Seeing you screech in Philza's streams because Apollo hit you with that dodgeball yet again makes me giggle a lot.
How about since headcanon's for qPhilza's past/pre island relationship with qFit. How they got to know each other, and how quickly they became friends?
Idr if I said this on Tumblr yet but deadass I asked Apollo on my pendulum if qPhil is his blorbo and he said yes. He's been as invested in shit as me and it's been hilarious. I literally have crows yelling at me irl to keep writing rn but I'm answering headcanons first.
The entire time I've been distracted between writing these, crows have been yelling at me about it. Which. Is how Apollo communicates with me when I'm not actively talking to him through readings LMFAO.
Also thank you for the birthday wish :D [desperately hoping nothing else horrible happens this weekend please god]
Anyway qPhil headcanons masterlist let's go
Disclaimer that I didn't know of Fit before QSMP (I've only been in mcyt for 4 years monkaS) so these are gonna be largely pulled out of my ass and a lil repetitive.
These two both have experiences in anarchy and war, they've definitely brushed shoulders a couple times bc of it
They admired each other's work ofc. Phil is a macro scale kinda guy, total annihilation and victory that makes a statement. Fit's more of a micro scale kinda guy, zeroing in on one person or group individually and making their lives hell until the end in the name of surviving a little longer
On that note, I think we all sleep a little bit on the fact that Fit is Also a survivalist like Phil, just in a very different set of high stakes conditions. These two are equally skilled in it and equally sharp strategists
On that note, anyone who knew them from the past would fear the idea of them coming together to create a plan of any kind, especially of the anarchist-fueled variety. If the Federation has done their research right, they should know full well how terrifying this duo could be in an effort to dismantle their authority
Btw by brushing shoulders I don't just mean brief passings by, I mean they've like. Camped out for a night together, temporarily truced for the sake of safety in numbers, etc. More than a few conversations have been had even if the time they've spent together totals to less than a week.
However, even when they weren't actively paired together, they'd still occasionally trade or gift each other surplus resources. It was a genuine kind act, even if it simultaneously served as a reason for each of them to not come after the other. I scratch your back, you scratch mine.
Like why do you think Fit was one of the first threats on Phil's mind in Purgatory. He Knew(tm). And he knew Fit has an affinity for picking off the weak first, like a lion after a herd of antelope. To him, Purgatory was the awakening of a monster who'd been dormant for a long time.
See, present day they're QPR as fuck, they'd never do this now without 10x the pressure Purgatory put on them, but back in the day they took close notes on each other's strengths and weaknesses. Just In Case, yknow? They could very much kill each other. Back in the day they would've if it came to it, no matter how good an ally they were.
Something about how these two used to be so cold and hard to the world. Be it to self-preserve or some other reason. Something about how now they've both softened and warmed after becoming parents. They never could've imagined the other would "weaken" like this, especially back then.
Phil 🤝🏻 Fit - Phil being a historian of the deities/builds of his Hardcore World, Fit being a historian of 2B2T
A lot of this boils down to mutual respect, common interests, and secret admiration tbh. And what's more homoerotic than that?
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lemonhemlock · 1 year
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If Viserys wanted Rhaenyra on the Iron Throne so bad and change the unwritten rule that woman cannot sit on this throne he should have made an actual order. In show called magnificent century, Kosem sultan changes cruel rule in Ottoman Empire that says the one who ascends the throne has to kill all his brothers. How she did that? Seconds after her husband, Sultan Ahmed died she wrote on piece of paper that this rule no longer exist and the throne will go to the oldest son (before even the youngest son could have a throne if he managed to kill all of his older brothers) so brothers murdering each other for throne rule ended. And after writing this on piece of paper she put sultan seal there so it was basically an edyct, a new rule to apply to, ordered by sultan (even though he was dead at that moment but no one except Kosem knew). And by this she made sure her sons won't brutally execute each other. Viserys could have done it basically in episode 1 or even after Aegon was born. Saying Rhaenyra is heir means nothing after sons were born. He should have solidified her right to rule by writing something like this and showing it to every lord so they would all know it was king's order that Rhaenyra will be Queen not King's whim based on the fact he didn't want Daemon to be his heir.
Between the point in time where I received this ask and today, I think I managed to answer something similar here and here (including @duxbelisarius' addition about Dorne, which I had forgotten to mention).
I have heard of Magnificent Century, but I haven't had the chance to watch it, so I can't really comment on what Kosem did. Unfortunately, I am not versed in Ottoman sultanate inheritance either, beyond the basic premise of brothers killing each other for the throne. :)) So I don't really feel confident in performing a comparative analysis between Kosem's fake edict and 12th Century England (Anarchy time - the civil war the Dance is based off).
My main concern with this is that I don't think the solution would have been as simple as "writing a piece of paper", otherwise Viserys would have done it and, most importantly, the real-life king Henry I would have done it for his real-life daughter Matilda, whom he very much wanted to succeed him. The fact that the Anarchy still happened leads me to believe that common law (especially regarding such an important topic as inheritance to the throne) couldn't really be changed that easily.
There are so many different types of feudal societies that some historians dispute the use of the term, but for Westeros specifically we seem to be operating on the basic understanding of a politically weak(-ish) King* with a collection of very powerful vassals. I say this because the King only seems to have the Crownlands + Dragonstone as his own personal lands, from which to derive his own resources & taxes, which are of questionable profitability (as highlighted in the linked posts). Everything else seems to be based on what his vassals agree to give him. eg. they should be in charge of tax collection in their own lands; if the King raises taxes to (what they consider to be an) unfair level, who is to say they won't just skim off their tributes and lie about it? The King imposing his own tax collectors who worked directly for the Crown was one of the steps towards dismantling feudalism and creating a more centralised state, if I am not mistaken. Similarly, if the King tries to impose a certain law that proves to be unpopular, who is to say that his vassals will just agree to it?
*Ofc, Targaryen Kings have something no one really does - dragons - which gives them an important power advantage. But they still have to haggle and please their vassals to a certain extent because going on dragonback and burning down the subjects who disagree with you every time is not only Not A Good Look, it's also not feasible. You can't go to war every time you have a disagreement.
Also, important to note that at the time of Rhaenyra being made heir, Viserys' Balerion had been long dead. Rhaenyra was teenage girl, he wasn't going to send her off in any kind of military expeditions. Daemon was the only actual dragon threat, yet he was hardly willing to be fighting any battles that invalidated his claim to the throne.
Anyway, not to digress too much, this is only to imagine a scenario in which Viserys issued such an edict after Aegon's birth, confirming Rhaenyra as heir and trying to pass it off as law -> disgruntled vassals -> need for military reprisals to subjugate them into accepting this new law. I think Viserys realised this really was a pain in the arse and decided to not complicate his life too much and leave things vague in the hopes that "everyone will get along in the end" (he really is non-confrontational if he can avoid it).
But, obviously, enough people in Westeros disagreed that the original oaths were still valid after Aegon's birth* - a complication Viserys had no idea how to solve, so he just avoided it as much as possible. It's also historical fact that two different sets of oath-taking were not enough to ensure Matilda's crown after her father died, so I would really question the practical impact these vows had as a legal instrument. It's very easy as a noble lord to nod your head whenever the King verbally insists his eldest daughter will succeed him, while planning to throw your support to her brother anyway after he dies.
*In addition, a contract cannot be enforced if the terms that lead to the signing of that contract no longer exist; there are legal concepts such as force majeure that account for this. When those oaths were taken, Rhaenyra was an only child, and their options as heir were Rhaenyra or Daemon. When Viserys died, Rhaenyra had three legitimate younger brothers.
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abbatoirablaze · 2 years
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TM Tragedy, Season 2, Chapter 13
Word Count:  998
Warnings:  angst
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Mandy’s POV
"Come on," I giggled, "we're gonna be late."
He stopped me as we reached the steps. None of he bikes were there yet, but a bunch of cars were. He pushed me up against the frame of the house and kissed me. I melted into his touch. When he pulled away, I frowned.
"Come on," he jokingly mocked, "we'll be late."
I pulled him back to me by his kutte and he smirked. I bit my lip, "I love you, Juan Carlos Ortiz."
"I love you too, Amanda Morrow."
He pulled away again but grabbed my hand. We were met by a few sweet butts opening the door. They ignored Juice. "Gemma's looking for you Mandy."
Shit.
I cursed under my breath and let go of Juice's hand. Inside Gemma was ordering some more sweet butts around. She smiled when she saw me, "oh thank god you're here. Tara's supposed to bring the salad. But she hasn't shown up yet. I need you to start setting the table."
"Where's the kids?"
"Mikey's watching Rizario, Cain, and Declan," she replied quickly, opening the oven to check on the roast, "come on sweetie. It's all out there. The table just needs set. You and Juice do it."
I shrugged and went out to the dining room and began setting the table.
I smiled when I felt Juice wrap his arms around me and settle on my hips, "wanna try sneaking off to your old room before everyone else gets here?"
He playfully kissed my neck. I stopped setting the table and closed my eyes, "JC you do not want to play that game with your pregnant girlfriend."
"My fully legal pregnant girlfriend," he said, nipping at the sweet spot on my neck. I stifled a moan as the front door slammed behind us, “shit.”
"You were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago with the salad!" Gemma growled. I turned slightly to see Tara and her beginning to argue. I groaned as they made their way out to us.
"I'll catch up with you later...where's Rizario?"
Mikey's watching the kids." I said, nodding my head towards Alicia's old room. He kissed my cheek and headed that way. I turned around to see Tara and Gemma glaring at Lyla.
"Oh, great we're serving hand jobs for desserts."
A very distressed Lyla looked at Gemma before putting the dish down that she'd made and storming out. I looked at Kenny, Ellie, and Piper, "go down the hall and find Juice."
The kids nodded and I turned towards them, "That's the only person that's been able to pick up the pieces with Opie. So you two angry bitches better stop taking it out on her."
Tara looked at me, pissed as all hell, "what did you just call me?"
"You heard me," I growled, stepping up to her, "mom wants everyone to come together, and you're so busy playing like you're better than everyone, you're tearing us more apart."
Mom looked at me, then at Tara.  I could see the guilt on her face.
"I'm gonna go see if I can convince her to come back in," I said slowly, "whatever issues you want to push onto someone else, Tara, save it for your job. Not regular people trying to live their lives."
I didn't wait for a response. I ran after Lyla. She had already pushed past Ope and Jax, "your girlfriend is a real bitch. Ope the kids are with Juice and Mikey. You take them home. I'll catch up with Lyla."
Ope nodded, and Jax grabbed my arm, "be nice to Tara."
"Tell her to be nice to Lyla," I growled, "it's the least you could do for covering this shit up."
I could see the pain in his eyes. He knew that I knew. I ripped my arm from him and chased after Lyla. She was crying in her car. I sighed. I knew what it was like to feel unaccepted and unloved. Slowly, I made my way to the passenger's side and knocked on the window.  She wiped her tears and turned the car on to unlock the door.
"Hey," I said slowly, "are you okay?"
She shook her head, "I just...I don't get why she's such a bitch to me."
"Trust me," I said with a shrug, "they're just wary of you...I wouldn't take it personally."
She opened the door and I got into the seat next to her.
"Amanda, right?"
"Yeah," I nodded, "you can call me Mandy."
"You're Juice's girlfriend?"
"Yeah. And one of Clay's daughters."
"That's why they're nice to you."
"They kind of have to," I said with a smirk, "they're not so kind to JC though."
"They're meaner than some of the girls that work for Luann."
"Forget those bitches," I said, trying to comfort her, "Lyla, can I be honest with you?"
"Please," she said in a huff, "I feel like everyone is either a cunt, or walking on eggshells with me."
"You're the first person that Opie has even shown interest in," I admitted, "ever since Donna died, it was like a part of him did too. His mom came down to make sure the kids were taken care of...and then he came across you...it seems like he's slowly coming back to life..."
"We just get each other."
"I think he likes you," I replied, "the others—Tara, my mom, the crow eaters—they all can see Opie is interested in you."
"He's not," she said, shaking her head, "he jus-"
"Lyla," I said, reaching across the gearshift and taking a hand, "he is. That's why they're going after you. You are doing something that not even the club could do for him. Helping him live...that's a gift...I think they're just worried you'll try and take him away."
"I wouldn't," she said. It sounded like a desperate promise, "I wouldn't even think of it. I know Ope loves the club."
"I know," I smiled, "we just gotta show them that." 
Chapter 14
Tag List:  @lohnes16 @evyiione
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natalieironside · 2 years
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"Fantasy is inherently ahistorical and therefore it's bad writing to depict a society that has problems" is a laughable position, but it's equally if not more laughable to act like Game of Thrones should or possibly can be taken as a realistic depiction of Medieval life
I've seen ppl on Twitter swear up and down that the reason Game of Thrones is Like That(tm) is because "it's based on the Anarchy," and like.... if that's even true, & I don't think it is, then they did a bad job b/c that's not what the Anarchy was like
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idololivine · 12 days
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eiden for the ask meme?
First impression
I had zero expectations going into the game. Didn't even know what characters there were. And then they hit me with one of the most charming protagonists I've ever seen, and I was hooked.
Impression now
Same positive sentiment, but deeper! He's funny and sweet. He means well but fucks up sometimes. He's kind of a judgy bitch but so am I, and he reigns it in for the things his loved ones really care about. He has layers upon layers of abandonment issues. He was (is?) hypersexual in a way that was getting him into a lot of danger and now sex is his way of deepening his connections and healing. Protagonist of all time.
Favorite moment
There's this moment in FG Olivine's R4 where Eiden says he's going to "pop this prayer crystal's cherry" and it's the most insane way to phrase that sentence. Olivine doesn't even acknowledge it. It's so fucking funny.
Idea for a story
There's that t4t top Eiden/bottom Quincy fic I mentioned before...
Also in my long running omegaverse AU, Eiden's original world didn't have a/b/o dynamics and so he's none of the above. Doesn't have pheromones, can't smell pheromones, etc. So in a world of Magical Boysmells that he can't smell... Garu's is the only one he can, because Garu's is due to him being a wolf yokai and not because of omegaverse. I also don't know what would actually happen in the fic though.
Unpopular opinion
bottom Eiden isn't superior and I'm tired of being told otherwise. embrace switch Eiden or die by my hand
no your blorbo is not uniquely deserving of a monogamous romantic relationship with Eiden please google polyamory for me. when you're ready you can also look up relationship anarchy but I know that might be too complicated to understand so no pressure
Favorite relationship
I knooooow I disqualified Olivine before but I disqualified Eiden at the same time for them both being cop out answers. So that means I'm allowed to answer them for each other. That's how this works
Anyway, EiOli. They have this dynamic that's incredibly sweet and affirming and supportive, but crucially - for my arospec ass - it doesn't read like a romance novel. Like, for a lot of the other guys it's very "they're so IN LOVE it's so ROMANTIC they are ROMANTICALLY IN LOVE don't you feel ROMANCED." Romance is an inaccessible emotion to me and if you keep shoving La Romance TM in my face I'll just tune out.
Back to EiOli - they're affectionate and intimate, but in a way that reads more queerplatonic than romantic to me. They support each other, but aren't wholly dependent on each other; Olivine's healing depends mainly on himself, and Eiden has his own shit (mostly) on lock. Also they fuck NASTY. Olivine's h scenes really embody sugar and spice and everything nice.
Runner up though, if we're disqualifying Olivine anyway... EiGaru snuck up on me. I'm a sucker for "choosing to stay" type stuff (oh the arospec fantasy of someone choosing to stay even though I can't love them the "right" way). Though I can't quite wrap my head around EiKaru still, and they're a package deal. Shrugs.
Favorite headcanon
Do headcanons have to be canon compliant? Which understanding of headcanon are we using here...
Trans Eiden with phalloplasty. That's it, that's the headcanon
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atla and lok controversy memes: my take. no offense to any iroh fans, i just feel like he’s constantly praised for character traits that katara and aang are hated for. other takes include: aang deserves so much better from the fandom & the southern water tribe deserves so much better than what it got from the franchise. also! the ember island players has now become the bane of my existence ever since i read that stupid fucking meta from a self-proclaimed “katara stan” stating that her hypersexualized eip portrayal had Feminist Power (TM) in that very derogratory scene where eip katara is throwing herself at eip zuko. just thinking about it again creeps me out - I’ll definitely finish that meta this weekend.
as for LOK, asami has my whole heart. getting rid of the past lives was the worst decision known to man and a huge fuck you to this franchise that bryke are still suffering from the consequences of (as they should). zaheer is a Reddit incel who read a wiki page and discovered the term anarchy for the first time. he has completely bastardized everything that the air nomads stands for and i hate seeing people say that he’s a powerful airbender by any means. bolin is literally the most overrated character in the entire franchise and his relationship with opal is just terrible. justice for opal. this is also fuelled by the fact that i saw several people state that bopal is better written than kataang and korrasami.
rants aside, feel free to reblog this with your own version of the controversial meme!
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