#this part of the video was a goddamn delight

[loseberg-affectionate]

Williams: Off Grid | Italian GP | Williams Racing (x)

Alex complaining about media duties (again), this time with Nicky joining in (let him sleep and shower, guys). George and his pyjamas are also mentioned.

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

i have this really stupid idea in my head that im frankly a little obsessed with and the idea is this: trent crimm doing a drunk history episode on ted lasso's first tenure at richmond. is that how drunk history works? i don't think so. do i care? absolutely not. it's a special episode who cares because this image is not only hysterical to me but treasured. i treasure this image. i hold it close in my heart and also laugh and laugh and laugh.

[curlsincriminology]

Crush on You - Steve Harrington x Reader

A/N: Hi yeah, can you tell this was written by someone with ADHD on a plane in 30 minutes? Sure! But it's the first thing I think I've published in 5 years so you're gonna have to just deal with it! Not beta'd because again, first piece in 5 years. Also if you are lactose-intolerant be careful, this shit is CHEESY!!

@boyfriendstevie

Steve was going to maim Robin. 

He swore to God right then and there, looking at you with that cute little teasing twinkle in your eye as you said, "so you've got a crush on me, huh?" that he was going to find a way to permanently silence her. 

Robin had to be behind this. It had taken all of 12 hours - from him spilling his guts about his debilitating infatuation as he drove her home from work, to you sauntering through the Family Video doors - to get to this moment. 

His face felt hot... was he dying? Could he actually be dying? The sound of his heart pounding in his ears made him think he might still have a few more minutes of agony to go before his body mercifully took pity on him and just... y'know. Ended it. 

You, on the other hand, were thriving. You were positively giddy, unsure when the last time you had felt solid ground under your feet; you had floated on a cloud (you were sure of it) over to Family Video. 

Honestly, it wasn't Robin's fault. 

No one in their right mind would tell her something that they didn't want you to find out. Robin had been spilling Hawkins' secrets to you since your family had moved to town. 

At first, it was protective - a welcoming to the neighbourhood that helped you to know what cliques to avoid and who was sort of cool. Then it was friendly, to make you feel more at ease that you actually weren't coming off like the idiot you thought you might be. 

Now? Now it was downright… messy? Fun? No, definitely mischievous. 

Why else would she have rolled up on her bike to your part-time spot, parked behind the desk at the Hawkins Public Library, with that shit-eating grin on her face claiming she had some positively delightful news to tell you?

Either way you didn't care. Because it had brought you here, still in your work getup, absolutely vibrating with the sheer force it was taking you to not be the biggest tease in the world about something that was okay, maybe a little sensitive. 

Steve could see the restraint on your face anyway. He knew you wanted to tease him - you were loving this. 

He was still contemplating just faking an emergency and leaving. It would have been hard with the way you were leaning over the counter, gripping the side closest to him to keep you supported as you blocked him from passing you. But maybe he could manage it if he put on a good enough show.

You were biting your lip in an attempt to not freak him out with the intensity of your grin. You really just wanted him to admit it.

Standing there, with your body basically draped over the counter, your lip worried between your teeth and your eyebrow raised, Steve thought maybe it wouldn’t be the embarrassment that killed him. Maybe it would just be from how goddamn pretty you were.  He had never seen anyone more enchanting than you - he thought there were probably damn hearts in his eyes as he stared at you. 

And if he thought about it, maybe you hadn't heard it from Robin... he wasn't exactly subtle when it came to you. He'd definitely tripped over himself, literally, to be the one to grab you a tape you'd requested be put on hold. More than once. 

There had also been the time when you had caught him watching you as you perused the shelves, completely ignoring the increasingly frustrated attempts of Mrs Jones to try and get him to check out "Trading Places" for her. 

"Steeeeeeeve." The melodic singsong of your voice was enough to bring him back to the present. And to cause him to realize he had just been staring at you, gape-mouthed, for at LEAST 15 uninterrupted seconds. 

Yeah, it would be the embarrassment that killed him. 

"I- I uh." You watched a muscle bob in Steve's throat as he swallowed hard, nervously running his hand through his hair. "I-"

"Are you always this articulate?" You said with a bat of your eyelashes and he groaned. You were gorgeous and funny and he used to be so much better at this. There's no way he would have fumbled this conversation back in high school. 

Then again, you hadn't been at his high school. 

Eyes closed he shook his head trying to clear his thoughts and quickly realised that could be interpreted as "no, I am NOT always this articulate which is to say, quite accurately,  sometimes I literally can't speak when you talk to me". Steve quickly opened his eyes to stammer out... something. Jesus. He was really killing it. 

You remain in your position, leaning on the counter as you wait for him to formulate a coherent thought. And no, you would not give him a reprieve. Not yet. 

Because you had been hiding your crush behind teasing comments and little jokes and playful nudges since the second you laid eyes on the man in front of you. Ever the charmer, he would flirt and tease and joke back with you, tit for tat. But sometimes… you could push it, and throw him off his game. You could reduce him to a blushing sputtering mess, and you loved nothing more than to watch him try to process if you were talking a big game or would really walk the walk. You wanted to see if you could get him to finally end this game of chicken.

Steve huffed and let out a tentative laugh. His hand had found its way back to the disheveled strands on his head. "I, uh, I feel like there's no way for me to get out of this."

If Steve hadn't spent the last few months studying your every goddamn facial expression, he would have missed the little narrow you did of your eyes. Almost imperceptible, but he knew you did it when you were processing something and not quite sure where that thought process was taking you. Or what you were going to do. 

It seemed like only a fraction of a second before you decided. 

"What if," you began, a small almost devilish smile starting to spread across your lips, "I made it easier for you?"

You leaned closer towards Steve, and watched his eyes widen ever so slightly as he looked down at your lips. He licked his own without realising it, following your movements as you leaned closer, closer... and grabbed the sticky pad and pen he'd been doodling on before you had flounced in. 

His cheeks warmed and it didn't escape your notice that there was a small flush spreading across Steve's face. Or that he absolutely wanted to kiss you. 

You grinned to yourself, pulling the used sticky off and pressing it onto Steve's chest. He glanced down in confusion at the piece of paper stuck in the gap of his vest, his eyes flying back up to meet yours as you beamed.  If you left your fingers splayed across his chest a second or two longer than necessary, he didn’t voice any complaints. 

Pulling your hand away from Steve’s chest, you curled it over the pad in your other hand, scribbling furiously, while keeping the note’s contents hidden from Steve's curious gaze. 

Pleased with yourself, you flipped the pad back towards him on the counter and slid the pen along with it, bumping his hand so that he would take over their possession. His fingers curled over yours briefly, and while you would’ve liked to have kept your hand under his a little longer, you were playing a special game and you weren’t ready for it to be over just yet.

Steve was so focused on your little smirk, and the way your eyes had crinkled when he looked down at your bottom lip, he didn't even register the note when he glanced down at it. 

"You can send it along with the town crier if you want." You teasingly gestured out the window to Robin who had just pulled up in front of the store. He struggled to process it all; everything that was you and the note you had slipped across the counter, and he finally looked up again at you, you were partially to the door. A wink thrown back at him as you passed Robin. 

"Hey Robs. Bye Steve." He heard a muffled “hello” and “bye” from Robin’s direction in response, but he couldn’t stop thinking about how easy it would have been to capture your lips against his with you as close as you had been. If not that, Christ, he could have at least admitted he couldn’t get you out of his head with you, there, giving him the perfect opportunity. 

The chime of the door wasn't enough for him to stop staring after you. In fact, he watched you walk away until he couldn't see you anymore. He was vaguely aware of Robin speaking to him as she buzzed around him, moving things he had left “in the wrong place” and “should have put away already”. He felt her push into her personal space, boundaries long forgotten if they had ever been present at all, as she tapped at his hand.

"Uuuuh Steve? What's that?" Robin asked, her large blue eyes studying him and the object partially hidden by his large palm. He blinked slowly, eyes focusing back on the room in front of him instead of the spot where he had last seen you, turning out of the parking lot.

He could be angry with Robin later he thought, flipping the pad in his hand to read what you had written. He felt the tips of his ears go red as he finally processed the words in your slightly messy scrawl, Robin yammering about something in the background. 

It was cute and it was cheesy and he was almost grateful you had left so you didn’t see the big stupid grin that spread across his face. Yeah, he had a crush on you. But you had a crush on him too.

He grabbed the pen and checked “yes”, pulling the note off the pad and shoving it deep in his pocket to get it away from Robin. He could deliver it himself.

[nenestansunsthings]

"Hey. You're Joe Hills, right?"

The man who turns to him to looks far too normal, a casual guy with long hair and green glasses and gloves. Quackity can't imagine why they beat Wilbur. Why her people campaigned so hard for him, why they had hundreds in the lead for hours upon hours until the polls closed and Wilbur lost to her. When the guy smiles cheerfully towards him, the question only becomes more poignant.

"Yup! That's me! Joe Hills, from Nashville, Tennessee." He offers their hand to shake, and in a flash Quackity takes it. Her grip isn't strong, and he blinks in surprise when Quackity's own is firm. "And you're Quackity, right? Good job with your poll!! That was a real close win, but your people pulled through right where it mattered!"

Quackity waves it off. "I never had a doubt. Of course my fans wouldn't let me lose! I'm the sexiest red bird around here, after all!" Unbidden, his wings flutter. "But heyyy, that's not what I came here for. I came here for you! We had an alliance, didn't we? Come on, hi-five, amigo, we did well today!"

Joe blinks. "We had an alliance?"

"Uh, yeah? What, don't tell me you didn't know." He scoffs. "Your fans didn't tell you? I heard you were out there campaigning yourself. Posting shirtless videos and everything! Just my kinda guy." Cheerfully, he slings an arm around Joe, pleasantly surprised when the guy doesn't even flinch. "I thought you agreed to the alliance yourself!"

"... Oh, that alliance!" Their eyes light up in recognition. "Yeah, I saw a few people talking about that. People get really excited in my chat, y'know? Though they were pretty torn." He shrugs. "I mean, Grian's a friend of mine, even if I have no clue how he thinks. But yeah, that was all them!"

Quackity can't help but stare. "You didn't know they were allying against a friend of yours?!"

"Nope! They just kinda do what they want." Joe laughs, the sound tinged with fondness. Something in that makes Quackity's gut churn uncomfortably. They just… do that? Ally against friends? Work with people who they think will stab them in the back later? And all in the name of someone who doesn't even know what they're planning? "I think it's great that they all got together to support you! But hey, there's only one person I'm hoping will win, and you know who it is! I wouldn't be campaigning for myself if I didn't want that win."

"Ha! Yeah, I know how it is." He grins back, golden tooth gleaming brilliantly. "Don't feel too down when I thrash you, alright?"

"We'll see about that!" Normally, Quackity would be on edge from that kind of declaration, but there isn't a shred of hostility in her vice. There's only delight, friendly competition. "I have faith that my viewers will pull ahead, and that I can campaign hard enough to convince people! I've been working really hard, after all. Even bought some new rainbow eyes, just for the occasion!"

"Wait, what."

Joe blinks, and when their eyes open again they are joined by a hundred others, flickering with a thousand colours and all seeing- staring- beholding. Just before he can think the word watching, they flutter shut.

"That's not the right word for me, just to be clear," Joe chastises him. "Watching. I'm not a part of that group."

Quackity has no goddamn idea what she means. So after a moment of stunned silence, he continues.

"... Do your fans think the eyes are hot?"

"I think they're sexyman enough to win the contest," he says, which clears up nothing. "But, most importantly, I think they'd vote for me anyway! Even without my beautiful, glowing, rainbow-checked eyes. Which are, by the way, divinely beautiful, and should be appreciated."

"Hey, man, if you're the kind of guy to buy new eyes for a competition, they'd better vote for you." Quackity shakes his head. "What, did they bribe you for it? Say they'd vote for you if you blinked in rainbows? That's not a healthy relationship, man, you gotta get out of there."

Joe snorts. "No, this is all for me. But thanks for worrying! If my people ever start demanding I grow new eyes before they tip me, I'll just find new people." He waves a hand nonchalantly. "I don't think my viewers would do that, anyway."

"... Hm." Quackity hesitates, settling a few feet away from Joe. "... I dunno, man. I mean, they made that alliance without you, didn't they? Hard to think you could trust 'em after something like that. Not a lot of unity in that kind of campaign, especially if there was some kind of in-fighting about voting me over your friend."

Some tiny, tiny part of him feels a little sick at the thought. But it dies down quickly enough. This isn't the first time he's brought people to blows over loyalty, after all.

But Joe looks unbothered. "They're good people. They'll figure it out for themselves. And they understand why people would vote you over Grian, or why their friends would support you."

"Oh?" Quackity raises an eyebrow. "You talk like you've seen it yourself. Did they shake hands and make up and write songs about their reconciliation? I'd love to see that- you encourage their poetry, it looks like. They've gotta have some skills."

"Nah, nothing like that. You're thinking too big, Quackity HQ." Their sunny smile shifts, softening at the edges. "They're just friends. They don't hate each other for wanting a different person to win. If this was something important like politics- which is very important, remember to vote on both a local and national level to support what's best for your community!- then it might be different. But this is fine."

He scoffs. "Please. I've seen the posts. Some of those guys came out swinging against me."

"And they know it's an exaggeration!" she assures him. "Just look around. All across this great land of Tumblr, there are people reminding each other to be kind. To be civil. To watch whether their feelings are turning into hate, and to take a step back and breathe if things go too far. Sure, things have gone too far. But that happens in all kinds of events, not just this one. And mostly, our viewers want to be kind."

"Man. You're a real ray of sunshine, aren't you." Quackity looks away. "But that's not really what I mean. It's more…"

He's not sure the words are right on his tongue. He says them anyway.

"They're supposed to be united," he tries. "I know you all wanted a Hermitsweep. Your people rule the polls. Doesn't it scare you, that they can split so much behind your back? Isn't it weird, to trust them with this?"

For a second, Joe is silent. Quackity grits his teeth, turns- but the faint green glow of his checkmarks is dim, and there's a twinge of honest fear in his eyes.

"... To be honest, it feels weird." He rests his head on their knees, fingers wrapped tight around her arms. "Just a little bit. I didn't expect this much. And the competition last round was a lot, let me tell you."

Quackity snorts. "I was there, man. No need to tell me. So much voter fraud…"

"And bribery! Don't forget bribery." Joe laughs. "But I do trust them. Whatever they do. I'll be disappointed if I lose, obviously, but it happens. It's hard to really be angry when you think about the core of all this."

"Popularity?" he jokes.

"Well, a little. I've been told Scar is not a sexyman, just a sexy man. Still not sure what criteria people are voting by. But mostly, I think it's love."

"Love?" Quackity raises an eyebrow. "What made you think that?"

Joe sighs. "I dunno. It's just… it's the only thing that it could be, really. This contest doesn't mean anything. There's no prize. All it is is just people wanting the entertainers they love most to win. And look at everything they've created for that goal."

Quackity knows. He's seen the swathes of art, the stories, the people getting out drawing tablets or phones or paper and camera to thank people who voted in their favour. He's seen old artworks shared years after their making. He's seen silly powerpoints, walls of text, analysis and promotions of videos from the starts of careers. It's a little terrifying, really, in the same way angels are.

He's pretty sure Joe would know, too.

"Yeah, not every one of my viewers joined your alliance. Even with my personal campaigning, none of them brought it up to me. But whoever they voted, whether it was Grian because he's someone they fought to see this high up or you because they wanted to share the support your people offered me, they voted out of love. Because they love me, or they love you, or they love whoever else they wanted to win."

"... They love you, huh?"

It's an odd thought. Quackity's well used to heartbreak, to abandonment. To people only staying because he had something to offer. But in this silly contest, with tens of thousands of people cheering for him…

"They love you too," Joe says with a smile. "So I'm happy you won. I'd say you're a pretty worthy opponent."

Quackity barks out a laugh, turning to Joe with fire in his eye. "A worthy opponent? You'll be taking those words back when I win. My people love me, don't they? So I'm sure as hell they'll put their money where their mouth is."

"Oh, we'll see." A thousand eyes open, turning a rainbow gaze upon him. He meets their stare head-on. "After all," Joe Hills says, "You were right about one thing. We want a Hermitsweep."

[moonshynecybin]

how are the academy kids with teen mom marc's daughter? because most of them are only a few years younger than marc, do they only start getting attached once she's a few years old? none of them are on the babysitting list, right?

also, the question of all questions, will marc's daughter get siblings at one point or another? 👀

this is interesting 2 me because like. if marc brings that baby to the ranch (he does. they do that dumb little track tour with marc in his tight little t-shirt and vale balancing her on his hip) then pecco luca and franky KNOW HER pre-divorce. and probably wave to her around the paddock and say hi but also like. they arent super close to marc so i cant imagine they feel tooooo comfy just going up and saying hi to his baby during the divorce years when theyre in the feeder championship... ALTHOUGH. maybe because pecco and franky were alex's teammates at one point they get to know her as that way... saying hi to his niece that says hi to him before his races... waving her little baby fist... like i REALLY dont think they get on the babysitter list (it is. marquez family. santi. dani. LATER dovi and sometimes jorge. vale. literally never fabio but he does LOVE that little girl and they DO hang out. just. supervised.) but they do love to say hiiiiii when shes zooming around the paddock on her razor scooter and bedazzled helmet... shes determinedly planting her feet outside the yamaha garage and like. monologuing to vale about what she had for breakfast while he active listen faces at her and bezz is standing there RELUCTANTLY CHARMED.

i DO think it changes when they all get to be coworkers with marc in their own right! and develop more of an individual relationship with him. like time has passed at that point and she's a precocious little thrillseeking terror with an evil little delighted marquez jajajaja laugh and a genuine attachment to vale. so YEAH marc is helicopter mom-ing but shes definitely got a mind of her own and i think she wants to say HIIII to people. especially ones she's known forever at this point. and shes kept outside of the media circus of the rosquez cold war for the most part so i think she has good relationships with luca (calm and always very friendly) pecco (will clearly explain engineering things to her without talking down) and franky (teases her very kindly like he does to cele in that one video)... i think later on her favorite is bezz because he has a BIG DOG (novel to a little girl surrounded by weenie dogs her whole goddamn life) and will indulge her thrillseeking tendencies in ways that vale and marc still feel weird about

[agoodomenssideblogiguess]

I keep seeing posts about how snakes have bad vision and Crowley probably can't see the stars and that made me so sad. So instead of answering emails at work this morning, I looked up videos about snakes to figure out how they see stuff and I learned so much and the implications of these facts are ABSOLUTELY DELIGHTFUL:

(I'm putting it all under the cut because the post got long lol)

1. Snakes with vertical slits in their eyes are nocturnal.

2. Research suggests that snakes have the necessary receptors in their eyes to see mostly blues and greens (and any colors that are made up of those two) in the daytime and monochromatic (gray-scale essentially) in the night time. For reference, human color receptors in the daytime are red, green, and blue. For night it's monochromatic as well.

3. Some snakes have 'heat pits' along their pretty (pretty is subjective not a fact sorry) mouths that help them sense infrared light. The visual and infrared cues are overlaid in the optic parts of the brain. (Truly this is the coolest thing I've learned about snakes and I highly recommend reading the Wikipedia page about it, it is SO COOL). The heat pits work in such a way that if they don't cool down the receptors back to a 'thermal neutral' state (usually by providing extra oxygen to them) the snake will see afterimages even if whatever was giving off the infrared is removed.

4. Snakes smell with their tongues by picking up odor particles and then putting their tongue into little holes along the roof of their mouth where they have this thing called the "Jacobson's organ" that has receptors that can register the smells. To give you a sense of how sophisticated this sense of smell is, apparently snakes can tell which eggs have developing embryos in them in order to avoid them because it's easier to eat undeveloped eggs. (ISNT THAT INCREDIBLE?!?!)

IMPLICATIONS OF THESE FACTS:

1. Crowley can see at night because he's got them nocturnal snake eyes.

2. Crowley PROBABLY THOUGHT HIS HAIR TURNED BLACK WHEN HE FELL AND HE SAW HIS WINGS SORTA MATCHED. And unless someone has told him his hair is still red MAYBE HE STILL DOESNT KNOW

3. (Part 1) Nothing pisses me off more than that they didn't give Crowley's snake design heat pits along the lips because that would be so freaking cool to see in fanart of Crowley in like 'true form' or whatever cuz it would make him seem more "otherworldly" or "monstrous" but whatever. I'll forgive the designers because the heat pits he does have imply that he's a pit viper and also they're not visible on his human form (unless they're inside his nostrils?). Which means they're probably covered and don't cool back to 'thermal-neutral' properly so Crowley probably sees after images all the goddamn time (I'm gonna fucking write the saddest angstiest post season 2 fanfic for good omens called Afterimage BASED ON THIS FACT ALONE).

3. (part 2) because of how the regular vision and infrared vision are overlaid, anything that's warm/hot in temperature, like let's say an angel, probably looks like it's glowing. HELLO FANFIC AUTHORS WHERE ARE YOU?!? BLUSHING/FLUSHED AZIRAPHALE GLOWS BRIGHTER THAN NORMAL TO CROWLEY HELLO?!?!

4. When Aziraphale and Crowley kiss with tongue IF we give Crowley a Jacobson's organ, he would be OVERWHELMED WITH AZIRAPHALE. Imagine in every regular human sense, plus snake senses all of it is jUST AZIRAPHALE. Holy CRAP GUYS PLEASE (also like monsterfuckers/true form enthusiasts, the Jacobson's organ is just another fun snake feature you can include for funsies in your fanworks).

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 1 – STONY FAVORITES

When I Think (Oh, it Terrifies Me) by celli

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 8,643 Tags: Telepathy, First Time, Tony Hates Magic

Summary: Look, some mornings you wake up and little green men are invading New York City; some mornings you wake up and you can hear Captain America's voice in your head. Tony has been an Avenger long enough that he saves his freakout for important things.

Reasons why I love it: The humor in this is superb, it makes me laugh every time. Seeing how they care for one another even before they realize they want more is really, really sweet. And the conclusion in the end is brilliant in concept alone, but also so goddamn funny. Also, drunk-by-extension-Steve is a delight, always and forever.

I Hate You: A Love Story by FestiveFerret

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 14,558 Tags: College AU, Booty Calls, Enemies to Friends to Lovers

Summary: Tony had honestly been stunned that his "Wanna fuck?" line had actually worked, but tasting Steve's desperation on his tongue now, it made a bit more sense. All Tony wanted was a handful of that muscular ass and a look at the abs he'd seen a hint of under Steve's painted-on shirt.

Reasons why I love it: Ferret never misses, and this fic is exhibit 399 of proof of that. I love the way Tony and Steve's relationship develops from begrudgingly in lust to actually caring for one another. And to top off a wonderful story, the smut is also superb. I've probably read this fic more than 30 times, but I always come back to read it again. It's definitely one of my comfort fics.

Exact Measurements Required by trilliath

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 13,517 Tags: Wardrobe Malfunctions, Humor, Crack Treated Seriously

Summary: That time S.H.I.E.L.D. quartermasters accidentally put Steve's balls in a vise and it goes exactly as well as you'd expect it to. Tony promptly offers to help. Because he's helpful like that. Obviously.

Reasons why I love it: One of my favorite Stony fics of all time. Not only is it scorchingly hot, but the way trilliath took this cracky concept and turned it into such a lovely story is absolutely amazing. Tony is hilarious in this, and Steve's inner monologue just takes the cake. Definitely read this, if you haven't already!

The Highest Form of Friendship by ChibiSquirt

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 5,661 Tags: Getting Together, Humor, Sex on a Car

Summary: “Imagine if I’d met you back in my hellion days,” Tony says, and Steve groans out loud. There’s a mental image, here. Well, Steve’s a visual kind of guy; mental images are how he operates. The mental image is of a baby Tony - okay, not baby; Heyday Tony, let’s call him - and Heyday Tony has dark eyes and a wide mouth, and the little pin-scratch frown that Nowadays Tony wears all the time these days has been magically retrotransformed into a confident smirk. Heyday Tony has the same lean strength that Nowadays Tony has, but he looks taller because he bears himself more aggressively, more straight-backed. Heyday Tony has poofy hair and a tendency to look all the way down, and all the way back up, at a person - regardless of gender - before meeting their eyes. Steve knows: he’s seen the videos. Has maybe studied the videos. Has maybe spent more time on that activity than strictly appropriate... “Can we not?” he pleads. “It didn’t happen that way, and it did happen this way, and that’s how it is.”

Reasons why I love it: Their chemistry in this one is just off the charts. ChibiSquirt's characterizations never miss, but in this one especially they completely knocked it out of the park. The fic is equal parts scorchingly hot and hilarious, so definitely give it a read, if you haven't already.

Unfurl Your Gown by theladyingrey42

Pairing: Steve/Tony, past Steve/Bucky Rating: E Words: 8,541 Tags: Crossdressing, Denial, Barebacking

Summary: "I feel ridiculous." Steve scowls at his drink and pretends he's not shifting just to feel the skirt against his thighs.

Reasons why I love it: I don't know why I have a huge thing for Steve struggling-with-gender-concepts Rogers, but I do. And this fic scratches that itch in the most satisfying way. It's heartbreaking in one moment, hot as hell the next, and finishes off with a conclusion that makes my heart melt every time. Tony is so lovely in this, supporting Steve all the way, and Steve's inner conflict is gloriously written. I can't recommend it highly enough.

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

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Welp work continues on the current chapter of American Beasts, and it has become very Hurk and Sharky centric (thus making me take much longer to write it since I still struggle to get their voices right) anyhoo here's a bit of that, including some Adelaide Drubman. So warnings for discussions of a sexual nature towards the end because well Addie...:

Sitting out on the dock, the still lake lapped quietly against the wood beams below them, the warm afternoon sun beating down upon them, and despite the chill wind that blew it was comfortable to just sit outside and relax, especially considering it had snowed so recently and there was still remnants of it on the ground. 

Hurk leaned back in his deck chair, swigging back on his beer as his mother opened up a new stream of discussion.  

“Did y’all see the latest cult video? Had our friend the Deputy in it and everything. Though I guess we can’t call her that anymore.” Adelaide swigged back on a bottle of tequila as she leaned into Xander sharing a reclining deck chair with him. “Jesus, the way she tore that poor Peggie fuck apart. If it wasn’t a goddamn snuff film I’d be hornier for her.” She shook with a shiver and took another drink. “Who knew someone could be more of a monster than Jacob Seed?”

Sharky looked between the members of the group, eyes growing wide like a lost puppy. He was quiet, uncharacteristically so. 

Adelaide continued, “Can’t say I'm surprised she joined up with them. I had her pegged as a fan of that mountain man from the get go. Always knew under all that straight laced bullshit she was a freak underneath.”

“Wait, what?” Sharky sat forward in his seat, his hands quickly falling from the front pocket of his favorite hoodie. 

All eyes suddenly fell upon the pyromaniac, and Adelaide continued, “Oh yeah, I mean that little get up she had? The rubber apron with just her panties on. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a good look for her but I’m surprised Joseph was okay with that sort of appearance.”

Sharky’s expression didn’t change, looking no more aware of what Adelaide was talking about. 

“Wait, you’re not talking about that, are you Sharky? Do you not know?” Adelaide’s head whipped around to face Hurk. “Has he not seen the video? I figured everyone had at this point, considerin’ it played across the county.”

“What’re you talkin’ about?” Sharky became more insistent. 

“Sharky, the Deputy,” Adelaide spoke quieter like she was reasoning with a young child. “Cross – she’s gone cult.”

“Nah, fuck off.” Sharky chuckled as if it was still just a joke. “Why would she want to join them? It’s like Hurky always says: no drugs, no alcohol, no fuckin’? No way she’d be into that.”

“Well based off how things have gone for her up in the mountains it wouldn’t surprise me if she’s been takin’ part in a little afternoon delight with Jacob.”

“What? Dude looks like an overcooked lasagna.”

“It’s the stature. The man has those big, broad shoulders and all that height.” Adelaide purred as she listed the pros of the eldest Seed in her head. “Plus. a woman like Cross? She’s probably into the rough stuff which I'm sure that caveman more than delivers on. He had her kept in a cage all that time at Saint Francis, can’t tell me they weren’t makin’ good use of it. Probably kinksters the both of ‘em.”

[illusivesoul]

Wrote a short Javik/Zaeed smut fic for a prompt of a discord server I'm in.

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2 Old Soldiers

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1150

Summary: Zaeed breaks Javik's 50 thousand year old dry spell.

Read it on AO3

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A wave of light breached the darkness of the room as the two stumbled into it, the sounds of the party receding into the distance as the world of the two men was reduced to each other.

"Goddamn it" Zaeed said between heavy breaths as Javik's bristled tongue went along his neck, tracing the many scars on his skin with it as the prothean's sharped teeth pulled softly at his ear while tightly gripping his ass. With a few quick moves, the mercenary's yellow armour laid on the floor. Zaeed wondered for a moment how the prothean seemed to know how to remove an armour so quickly, but that thought quickly faded away as he found himself pressed against the wall, and after having his arms placed together above his head by Javik, he felt a surge of energy weaving around his skin.

Looking up, he saw the biotic energy wrapping itself around his wrists in circles, its shape making him think of the handcuffs of old he had seen in videos. Giving them a quick tug, he realized the biotics kept his arm tightly in place above his head.

"Hadn't seen green biotics before" the merc uttered "Wonder what else of yours is green"

The prothean gave him a wicked look as he kneeled, the way those four yellow glowing eyes focused on him making the erection between Zaeed's legs get even stronger.

Pulling down the older man's pants, the prothean looked at his underwear as he smiled, noticing the small point of wetness in it "Interesting. Undergarments that have the posterior part removed"

"They're called jockstraps. I'd love to explain all about them to you, but could you please give me some goddamn head first?"

"As you wish"

The prothean's teasing tone built up the excitement in Zaeed. As he pulled down the underwear, the mercenary swallowed hard as he saw Javik's purple tongue slowly come out of his mouth. He wondered if the bristles in it would feel painful against his skin, but the first lick that wiped away the drop of precum rolling down his throbbing cock made all his doubts dissapear as his eyes closed and a deep breath left his lips. The alien's tongue and lips wrapped softly around his erection, the old man rolling his hips as he thrusted almost unconsciously into Javik's mouth. The alien took deep breaths against the mercenary's skin as he moved his head up and down, taking all of it deep inside his mouth.

"Fuck, that's good"

Javik's mouth parted from his cock with a loud popping sound, placing it against his face as he moved his tongue up and down the lenght of it, his hands cupping his balls and teasing the space between his cock and ass.

"Your smell is a delight, human. Your pheromones tell more than you know"

Zaeed felt the sweat rolling down his neck. He wanted to grab the prothean's head and press it against him, desperate to get release and let go of the pressure he felt, all while wondering how the top of his head would feel as he used it as support to thrust into his mouth. But a sharp bolt from the biotic handcuffs wrapped around his hand stopped him.

Javik smiled as he gave one final lick to the throbbing cock as he stood.

"Why the bloody hell did you stop?" The mercenary uttered as he opened his eyes, his voice filled with a mix of wanton and anger.

The prothean moved himself closer to Zaeed. He moved his head forward, eager to taste Javik's lips once more, lips glistening with his own precome. But the prothean moved his head back playfully, smiling before shooting out his tongue and running it quickly amongst the mercenary's lips, enjoying the grunt of frustration that came from the man.

"The teasing is over, human. I believe this will ensure our mutual satisfaction"

Zaeed looked down as the prothean moved his hand to his armour, and after a few touches, the lower half of it fell to the floor.

"Fucking hell"

Zaeed stared in awe at the sight of Javik's cock. He was no stranger to alien dicks. Turians, krogan, batarian, drell. All had their unique sensations, their unique texture, their unique tastes. But as he stared at the purple, girthy, wet and completely smooth dick before him, he knew this would be like nothing he had ever dealt with before.

"Another time"

"Another time what?" Zaeed replied.

"You're wondering how it would feel inside you"

"How did you…"

"Your pheromones. And the way the muscles in your leg tightened. Now…"

Javik pressed his cock against Zaeed's, the old man letting out a series of curses in quick succession as the sensation washed over him "Let's go"

The prothean's mouth crashed against Zaeed, the mercenary tasting himself on the prothean's tongue as the alien wrapped his hand around both their cocks, and started moving it up and down their lenghts in quick but powerful movements. Zaeed moaned as biotic energy seemed to emerge from the prothean's cock itself, wrapping itself around both of the dicks, the electrifiying yet pleasurable sensation sending shivers up and down his spine. The skin around his hands ached as he uncounsciously pulled against the biotic handcuffs, his whole body moving forward, desperate to press himself as much as he could against the prothean.

The cocks moved against each other almost in perfect synchronicity, joined in a perfect union that matched each other so well.

Javik parted from Javik's lips to once more moved his hand at the man's neck, tasting his sweat as he bit the skin all while his free hand tightly grabbed the mercenary's ass, kneading the cheeks with a strong grip.

After a few moments, Zaeed's breaths and Javik's huffed moans drew faster and faster, and no words were needed for them to realize their climax was at hand, and they gave into it with the same fire and frenzy that they had had since their mouths first landed on each other's.

Their first burst of come shot upwards, the rest dripping and covering each other's throbbing cocks from each pump that came out of them.

The two men stood in silence as their orgasm receded, breathing into each other as half kisses and playful tongues slowly gave in to each other, a moment of calm and peace that neither of those old warriours had the privilege of enjoying ofter. As the biotic handcuffs disipated and both their hands softly went along each other's bodies, they knew the rarity of the moment, and embraced each other with a silent promise for more, a promise to survive the coming fight, a promise to finally get to live with someone. 2 old soldiers who for the first time found themselves looking forward to a world after the battles and wars that had defined their lives.

[lucent-things]

bestie watches the mentalist, part [3/?] : episode 1.04 - 1.07

31 . 12 . 23

spoiler alert: @femmealec and i did, in fact, spend nye watching the mentalist together over video call

(they're hooked. they're in. i've got em oh my god i can't believe it they're invested)

some highlights of the call:

the [._.] to [o0o] expression they did every time something interesting went down omg my best friend is better than your best friend

they have a downright uncanny ability to pick out the killer?? going hm at the killer in 1.04 barely a third of the way in. sees the killer in the background in 1.05 barely twice and goes "glasses guy sus" (later says "he was too hot to just be a background character"). is clocking the 1.07 killer in their FIRST SCENE ON SCREEN. their instincts?? Unmatched

thought that the killer and the red herring might be in on it together, in 1.04 and was like "LESBIANS??? DID THEY KILL OFF THAT GUY TOGETHER AND PLAN TO RUN AWAY" (you and be both b)

likes that lisbon is obviously kinda charmed by jane's antics, rather than the typical cold, exasperated no-nonsense attitude

also likes that the team trusts jane and generally go along with his plans, even if they're not 100% clear on where it's going

delighted that jane is good with kids

1.04, during the killer's motive rant: "maybe if you wanted your daughter to prefer you and not your husband's mistress, try bEING A BETTER MOM????"

1.05, during jane's flashback: "noooo look at his daughter ;^;"

1.05, looking at the surveillance footage: "eNHANCE"

1.06, during the cold open: "okay. so. look. jane is hot, yeah? but did you see CHO with that SIDE PROFILE"

1.06, when jane goes off the play blackjack: "omg lisbon actually gave him the money, that's cu- DID YOU SEE HER SMILE, I LOVE THEM"

1.06, jane winning at blackjack: their intuition going nuts like "is he cheating in the game??? is it something to do with his name?? why is he introing himself at the table"

1.06, after jane gives away his casino winnings (the first time): "nO I LOVE THIS MAN"

1.06, during the final poker game: "uhh i know nothing about poker so um" and me pointing out that one guy has four kings in his hand "oh, yeah" (tone indicating that they have no idea what that means)

1.06, after jane wins said poker game: "AAAAAAAA HE'S SO SMOOTH?? HE'S SO SMART" (and then "oh he was cheating this time around")

1.06, after jane gives away his winnings (the second time): "nO HE'S SO GOOD?????"

1.07: "... so you killed someone because they hung up on you"

"wanna watch the next one???"

and then when i'm say we don't have to, we were gonna watch an episode of rise of the tmnt: "i need you to know if we ended the call right now, i would be watching the next one"

"look if we weren't watching this i'd be bingeing my name is earl for the fifth time. and it's too close to my last rewatch, i have to wait another twelve months"

"goddamn it i hate you i'm OBSESSED"

[goldeneyedgirl]

Hi!

Do you remember how you got obsessed with Jalice? What was it that got you so intensely involved in them & twilight?

For example, when its comes to me, everything started with this one video edit on YT, and then I read STL and @flowerslut ‘s CotN, and ohmy its was the beginning of the end for me, lol) 12-old me watched Twilight and was like “meh”, 19 yo me read Jalice and was like “ooh”. And then, I uploaded tumblr because I wanted to follow you, and got sucked into Twilight Renaissance mayhem. So, yeah, “story of my life” as Rihanna’s song goes.

What about you?

❤️

OH, I actually know this one! Which is kind of weird for me, my fandom acquisition is usually very odd.

Rewind back to Twilight's release (I actually have the OG Twilight release with the Alice cover somewhere), I was 18-19 and was enriched for about 10 minutes and then realized that I actually found it a deeply flawed and unsatisfying story, but I already know that I was here for Alice and Jasper only (though I have a vivid memory of opening my brand new copy of New Moon outside the post-office and being delighted when I saw Emmett's name on the page. No other context for that memory except that I was horrified how much paperback copies of New Moon and Eclipse cost me).

I have the recollection of reading one specific Jalice fic back then that didn't really spark joy, but that was about the sum of my investment in the OG Twilight fandom.

My sister dragged me to the first movie, I cackled at how Carlisle looked like he'd been dowsed with powdered sugar, was highly disappointed in the costumes and Alice's story being cut out of the movie, and moved on with my life.

Fast forward to 2014. I was heavily into the MCU, and was pretty fucking invested in Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes (the superior Marvel cartoon, fyi), and was pretty enriched by one Janet Van Dyne and her dynamic with Captain America. Sadly, the cartoon had been axed for a hot minute by then and the fic was pretty limited. I'd say there were 10? Which lasted me exactly half an hour.

I was also working an internship and a full-course load and would end up spiraling into a Majorly Depressed Girl Summer, so my nighttime thing was to collapse on my couch with my iPad, the remote, and an ice pack for my headache and just read fic. But I was out. I had no Janet/Steve fic left that I hadn't essentially memorized.

So what ship would give me the exact same vibes (smol and hyper, tall and stern)? That had a whole bunch of fic available?

Alice and Jasper were right fucking there.

Around this time (November 30, 2014) as well, ABC Kids decided to play Breaking Dawn which was the fucking *weirdest* combination. I have no idea what the American equivalent would be, tbh. But Breaking Dawn on ABC *Kids*? That was a goddamn joke in itself, so OF COURSE I watched it. And Part 2 when it played (Lee Pace was a welcome surprise, as was Rami Malek.)

And I was like, welp, let's just fucking *go*. I spent the summer reading every Jalice fic on FF.Net *eye-twitch* and then I started writing it because the initial vibes had fit my needs, but now I was invested in writing - specifically, human Alice/vampire Jasper. That genre is like crack to me, and I will do it a million times over and still be having a great time.

[lastweeksshirttonight]

Have you seen the Daily Show Australian gun control piece ... it's good satire but also John stripping down in the desert at the end 👀

Oh I have definitely seen this piece. The three parts are fantastic and the series is (somehow) fully on YouTube, so for my unaware followers, here you go -

This is one of my favorite pieces he ever did on TDS. It's a depressing and angry piece overall, and John loses it on a guy he's interviewing less than a minute in which is stunning. He clearly wants to wring Phillip's neck and like, same bro. Same. It's sad how relevant this still is and I'm actually getting mad thinking about that right now. It's been a fucking decade. Without getting into too many details, gun violence has touched my life badly and most of the time me talking about this shit ends in me just yelling into a void. Let's go walk into the goddamn ocean.

MOVING ON. For your second part...

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 (starts 16:20 in the linked video)

I was definitely mad when my parents took this one off the DVR without asking me back in the day, lmfao. Just... complete perfection. I love the one or two women screaming over it on the recording, too, that's just delightful. Our kin, screaming over a hot af shirtless Englishman in the middle of a genuinely distressing piece on gun control.

[workingforitallthetime]

sorry just need more space to GASP about that video. shane wright, unanimous choice for teacher’s pet. TWO people called him “the robot”?!! but also part of an annoying clique? (wow i have such sympathy for the nerd who unexpected finds himself part of the cool clique and doesn’t know how to handle it.) shoutout to mason mctavish for cellying hard during practice (which you may remember is the same thing people said about trevor during his wjc). “he’s got one of the best bodies i’ve ever seen,” says connor bedard with complete seriousness about… olen zellweger? and princess bedsy can’t tape a stick? all of the t-birds are a goddamned delight and i have to go watch them more. the many diverse and vivid ways in which people chirp adam for going to college?! “i’m still canadian, you guys,” protests adam. dylan guenther my sarcastic antagonist also an unabashed t. swift fan?!!!!

[faintvibes]

Historical Hetalia Day Five: 1800 - 1945

Day 5: 1800 - 1945 // Shadows @historical-hetalia-week

When making this piece, I'd been having Thoughts about the potential relationship dynamics between Nyo!Prussia and Germany. Then I happened to stumble upon a glorious mess of a German dress, and this happened. My only regret is making Germany so damn young when (judging by canon, vaguely) he's prooooobably an adult at this point.

More of an explanation is under the cut!

Let's start with Prussia, since the idea for this piece only began to be truly conceptualised upon finding that goddamn dress. Here it is, by the way:

It's from the book "Ein Hauch von Eleganz: 200 Jahre Mode in Bremen" (A Breath of Elegance: 200 Years of Fashion in Bremen)- which appears to have been created on behalf of the Bremen Museum of Art and Cultural History (you'll have to forgive me if that's incorrect- my German is still a work in progress!)

The moment I laid eyes on this, I knew for a fact Prussia would wear this. The dress is tacky, bewildering, and absolutely delightful.

It's dated to 1885, so take that as a loose setting (beyond just '1800s') for this piece. However, the dress is likely the only sure piece of proof you'll find of this. For one, Prussia's hair (nevermind that it hasn't been styled) does not fit the fashionable cut of the time. Women tended to cut their hair short at the front, and then curl those bangs. However, I have a headcanon relating to N!Prussia's hair/general sense of identity (a very long story, that I'd rather save for its own post... maybe... someday... than shove in here!) that makes me think she'd not be so inclined as to cut it. While here, in the privacy of her residence, she doesn't bother to even style here hair- though this is likely a different case in public.

As for what she's doing? Probably preaching about her awesomeness!

At the time of making this, I'd just recently discovered a 3 part series focusing on Prussia's life (uploaded to Youtube by rano) originally from Bilibili (here's part one). I'd adored a fair few of the outfits throughout the series, but two of little Germany's stood out to me:

I'd asked my parents to vote on which one they liked better, and they picked the one you now see! Fun fact: in the video's rendition of the outfit, all those little specks on the vest are tiny patterns. Prussia's dress was enough for me y'all, no way was I gonna be able to draw those on too (｀Д´)

The background is inspired by this image of a room in Sanssouci Palace, built by Frederick the Great of Prussia:

I didn't want to overload the piece with red, so I changed up that colour- but the patterns below the bench Prussia and Germany are sat on are based on the patterns bordering the bottom of the walls.

And yeah! From here I'm pretty sure the explanations are going to be shorter than the first few days :) But thanks for reading, if you've made it this far! That's pretty cool of you

[x0401x]

may you please elaborate more on the kaisei part you just mentioned im so eager to read the LN now hh

By God, I sure as hell can. I’m just gonna dump the whole scene here under the cut, because I’m sure not everyone would believe me if I just wrote a summary of it. Even I couldn't believe my own eyes when I read this shit for the first time.

Just to give some context, the scene takes place at a theme park where people could interact with dogs and cats. The whole club was there, including Masaki, but they scatter to enjoy the attractions in small groups. Masaki tags along with the first-years to keep an eye on them. Minato, Ryouhei and Nanao go straight to the first circle and dive into a sea of puppies. The girls head to a corner with trained dogs, where Yuuna takes a video of Rika petting one of them. And then there’s Seiya and Kaito, who decide to go see a dog runway for large dogs. One of the dogs gets cozy with Seiya and that’s where this bullshit begins.

Ayano Kotoko really knows how not to give a single flying fuck.

“That one sure is clingy. Ain’t it heavy?”

“I’m used to it, so it’s fine. But I’ll have to take a shower before going home. Kuma will find out that I was getting friendly with other dogs if the smell stays on me.”

“Where are you gonna take that shower?”

“Minato’s place. I’ll go in from the back door so that Kuma won’t notice.”

“You’ll be mistaken for some buglar.”

“This always happens, so there’s no problem.”

Someone blew a whistle. The dogs sled to their feet and went into their hut. The song was “Greensleeves”.

English lyrics: Alas, my love, you do me wrong Greensleeves was all my joy Greensleeves was my delight

Japanese translation: Ah, my love, you're such a cruel one Greensleeves, you were my joy Greensleeves, such merry days I was happy just being by your side

Invited by nostalgia, scenes that one both would and would not want to remember came to mind. The two went into the shade to avoid the sun. Heat-haze rose from within the grass.

“I just recently learned something; the Bernese Mountain Dog has a short lifespan even in comparison to other dogs, and apparently, there’s a Swiss proverb that goes, ‘Three years a young dog, three years a good dog and three years an old dog... all else is a gift from God’. The Ainu people call bears ‘kamuy’ – ‘gods’. I accidentally named a short-lived dog ‘Bear’ and kept it by my side. This had me thinking that ignorance is such a scary thing.”

“There ain’t any problem with that, y’know? Some grade school brat gave his pet a name that sounded strong. The Ainu people saw strong bears as gods. Isn't that all there is to it? Unlike in the past, medicine is advanced now. You’re just overthinking too much stuff.”

“Fuh, you’re right. Hey, Kaito.”

“Hm?”

“Ah... it’s almost time for lunch. Let’s go back to the meeting spot.”

Under the sunlight filtered through foliage, red shoes chased after blue ones.

I don’t know if it’s okay to catch up to you, since you’re so full of secrets. Is it selfish of me to want to know what’s burdening you, or to hope that you’ll share the load with me, even if just a little bit of it?

A cool breeze blew past the two, who at some point started walking side by side.

Okay, this scene needs a break-down.

On one side, you have some very obvious stuff, like Kaito’s thoughts about Seiya. His actions have been screaming “rely on me, goddamn it” since volume 1. No news here. Did I ever imagine we’d get it thrown in our faces word by word, coming from Kaito himself? Absolutely the fuck not.

Now, the rest leaves a lot of questions. Why did Seiya bring up the topic of Kuma’s name all of a sudden, and why at a moment when he’s all alone with Kaito instead of when everyone’s together? Why did the song in the background have to be Greensleeves? Why

the fuck

did it have to be such a suggestive part of the song?

Ayano. Fucking answer me, Ayano.

The first thing that got me about this moment is that there’s a Japanese version paired to the original English. Although I wouldn’t call it an accurate translation, I think the Japanese one hits closer to home when it comes to the author’s intention in picking this song (or else, it wouldn’t even be here). These specific verses wouldn’t be used without purpose in the first place, and literally all of it matches with the story.

“You’re such a cruel one”? Yeah, Seiya is indeed a cruel person. Not in the sense that he’s ill-intentioned or mean-spirited (far from it, actually), but in the sense that he doesn’t have any mercy when it comes to protecting what’s important to him. He doesn’t play fair and ends up hurting people in the process (even the very people he’s trying to protect), but he’s fully aware of that. It’s a price he’s willing to pay.

“I was happy just being by your side” reminds me a lot of volume 1, when Kaito was a hair’s breadth away from uncovering the whole truth about what happened in middle school and Seiya’s real intentions, but decided to leave it alone because it wouldn’t be of help for anyone if he knew. Back then, it really felt like just being by Seiya’s side and watching things unfold was enough for him.

But then again, even the English version of the lyrics hits bull’s-eye, ‘cause let’s be honest, Seiya did do Kaito a lot of wrong at the beginning. From blatantly ignoring Kaito to lying through his teeth with a straight face and throwing shade at every opportunity. We really saw it all, lol.

So yeah. Without a doubt, “my love” refers to Seiya. From Kaito’s point of view.

And like.

Why. In the fuck.

Why in all the nine fucks would you use that term for two guys who are supposed to be friends?

ALSO, WHAT THE FUCK WAS SEIYA GOING TO SAY. WHY DID YOU CUT HIM OFF THERE. WHY DOES EVERY SCENE IN THIS GODFORSAKEN SERIES CUT OFF WHEN IT REACHES PEAK GAY.

I just wanna talk, Ayano. I just wanna fucking talk.

This book feels like the author channeled everything the readers have been thinking into one volume and then added some more juicy stuff to it because why the fuck not.

I just... love the way that there’s literally nowhere else to run? Like, no matter how you try to look at it, Seiya is the one “my love” is referring to, and the rest is about his and Kaito’s relationship. It’s not even debatable at all.

Am I saying that Kaito is in love with Seiya? No. But can I say for sure that he isn’t? Also no. This is the magic of Tsurune. The gay is heavy as fuck and the author doesn’t let you find excuses for it.

What I mean by this wall of text is that we now can associate a sentence as straightforward as “alas, my love” with Kaito and Seiya. In canon.

Thank you, Ayano. Fuck you, Ayano.

But mind you, this isn’t the worst of all. There’s a lot going on in volume 3. A whole fucking lot.

“That’s every volume of Tsurune” NO YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND

[greenlikethesea]

thank you so much for the tag @flashyysins!!!

🎧🎵 when you get this, you have to put in 5 songs you actually listen to at the moment. Then tag 5-10 followers to do the same. 🎵🎧

okie dokieeeeee, here we GO!

1. The News - Paramore

with the exception of “ignorance” absolutely kicking “the only exception” in the teeth in terms of an introduction to the era, i tend to always like the second single paramore releases from an album more than the first. i liked “that’s what you get” more than “misery business,” i liked “still into you” more than i liked “now,” i liked “told you so” even more than i liked “hard times” -- and this time, i absolutely love “the news,” even though i adored “this is why”. this is classic Hayley Is Unhinged. the composition of this is taylor york at his most fractured and strange. zac clearly has influence on both the sound and aesthetics of this cycle. and this is, by far, the coolest video they’ve ever released. i have always thought that hayley was one of the most incisive and insightful lyricists of our generation, and this is her at her most cutting and cunning -- it couldn’t have come at a better time, when we’re all feeling hopeless and frustrated and manipulated by people with an agenda.

2. Trick it - TWICE

This was apparently one of my most listened to songs this year -- I just think it’s SO sonically interesting and a real master class in modern pop songwriting! i think all of the girls are at their best vocally and the composition, as well as the lyrics (penned by dahyun, who is one of my favorite lyricists in twice), really play to all of their strengths as performers. and that initial drop in the first chorus when that rollercoaster synth loop plays is just pure dopamine. i don’t think it’s the best song on the feel special album (that would be love foolish or loud, probably), but i think it’s a delightful b-side.

3. Hello Hello - Trixie Mattel

so ya boi absolutely loves the country stuff that trixie does -- i think out of her releases, one stone and barbara are my favorites -- but i’ve been absolutely loving this 60s beachy girl rock direction she’s been going in with her latest music. this song is so cute! it’s infectious and fun and great to dance to, and she has this real knack of capturing the thrill of the chase with a lot of her songwriting, that initial spark and running after that feeling instead of just letting it slip through your fingers. also this video is simultaneously the gayest thing i’ve ever seen and also, hello hello, this is my lesbian girlfriend, trixie mattel.

4. Substance - Demi Lovato

i listened to this song once and then kind of forgot about it, but i came back to it recently! i am so goddamn happy that demi is going back to her pop punk roots because i think this is really where she thrives, and what she’s mean to be doing! the lyrics of this song absolutely slap (don’t wanna end up in a casket/head full of maggots/body full of jackshit i get in abundance -- REAL AS HELL) and the composition of this song is all the best parts of 2000s emo rock. and also, the sentiment of this song is so fucking real, especially with what i’ve been going through in my dating life right now. the video is also a really interesting grown-up take on the la-la land video, paralleling it in really intriguing ways.

5. Ghost In The Machine - SZA, Phoebe Bridgers

a low key song to close this list out -- i have only started listening to sza’s new album today (i know, i know, but i got to it, okay?) and fuck, i’m so hooked on this song, it’s unreal. the composition is really haunting, and the lyrics feel like a reflection of what’s been going on in my head for the past several months. i don’t think anyone’s really making music like either of these artists right now, sza especially, and her frank addressing of her mental state, the way she’s calmly pleading with the listener to understand her -- it’s amazing.

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