#tho it takes away the very few gay moments

[inventedfangirling]

My friends i watched love for love's sake and I swear i don't have a fckin clue where even to start.

I know a lot has been said about the show already and i know a LOT more would be said about in the future, but i just can't help adding my own two cents to one of the most thought-provoking, moving and brilliantly executed pieces of art i have ever seen.

I'm not gonna go on about just how much I loved Tae Myungha's character and how he is one of the most interesting people I've seen on screen in a long time. I'm not gonna talk about how unbelievably squishable Yeowoon is and how his duality totally ruined me that I need him to get into my pocket and NEVER leave. And oh I need him to put Myungha in his pocket while at it. I'm also not gonna talk about precious 'of course i'm gay, i've always liked girls, you don't know how to be loved' Sangwon is to me, cos if i start I can promise you I will most certainly never stop.

So for the sake of the rest of this post, I'm moving on. (NOT REALLY THO)

I just LOVE LOVE LOVE all the interpretations that people are coming up with, LOVE LOVE LOVE the show for filling in the gaps but LOVE it more for still leaving room for pretty thought-flowers to bloom around.

You know those artworks or puzzles that have something obvious hidden in a maze of confusion and haze until somebody points out the pattern, you zoom out and realize wow it was this clear all along?? That's a LOT of what watching the show felt like to me. The pattern being how inexplicably inter-connected Myungha and Yeowoon are. Not because they are each other's blorbos, but because why they are eo's blorbos. Why they don't care for each other from a sense of sympathy, but from empathy, despite not knowing the depth of their connections explicitly.

Eventhough we do see glimpses of it from the start, it only gets more clear later how Myungha and Yeowoon really are mirror versions of eo. How the first time Myungha sees Yeowoon he's stopping him from killing himself, and then we later find out that Myungha ends up killing himself. How both of it was triggered by a series of disappointments in life, starting with a troubling family and ending with a grandmother who passes away. Of how both of them seem to really have no one else to call their own in the world. Of leading very lonely depressing lives, that seem to never have a glimpse of hope. How both of them seem closed off, but inside they really are so fragile it hurts to perceive the depth of their feelings. It all comes and hits you once you've taken the whole show in and have gotten a few 1000 seconds to think about it.

We start off with myungha's character wanting to make his blorbo's character happy, and he's in it cos he cares about him, he doesn't have to think about himself. A 'pathetic' character experiencing a lot of pain, what's not to love, Myungha thinks, not realizing that it's his own mirror self that he is feeling so much for. Myungha sees Yeowoon's problems as someone from outside and is therefore able to objectively look at it, and approach it proactively, taking so many steps to help him, my favourite (and arguably most important) of which is the effort he puts in to help form yeowoon a friend circle. Something that he couldn't do for himself cos he never even considered a possibility of that. Why would anybody want to be around him? He ruins everything right?

And then to go on despite believing that, to falling in love, to deciding to choose to save both his grandma and yeowoon, finally FINALLY taking control into his hands even if for a bit to say what he wants, to spending the last few days together, to breaking up cos he just thinks the worst of himself, cos he doesn't know better. And then to the eternal darkness, where moments before leaving, just like in his real life, he realizes he wants in, he wants to live, he wants to love, but more importantly this time, he wants to try being loved. Even if it's difficult, he wants to try.

I love how eventhough the show is heavily Myungha focused, we get meaningful dynamics with multiple characters. Round eyed gasp inducing moments dont just belong to the two mains but also to sangwon whose line to myungha post the stalker incident just ruined me and really set the tone for whatever the show was later revealed to be all about.

I love how complicated the narrative got while still telling a more or less coherent story, how in hindsight, a lot of it makes even more sense now. How as Myungha gets closer to yeowoon his self-hating tendencies manifest in the form of debuffs and errors, because of his own brain's inability to perceive himself as somebody deserving love. His childhood trauma and the numerous rejections life has given him, because of the kind of person he turned out to be because of those rejections, all appear to stand in his way of happiness, as if he can't help being a bundle of sadness and a harbinger of problems. Even as he says he doesn't believe in destiny or fate. Or as we initially are made to believe in the game as, yeowoon's happiness, when in reality this was never about yeowoon at all. Yeowoon never existed in the first place and in "real" life, he never does.

I was blown away by how Myungha is in fact no longer in the mortal world but that fact doesn't hurt as much as that he would have to leave a world where he could finally feel happiness, feel loved, feel cared for, even if he consciously tried avoiding them. They still came to him, they still cared for him, they still fiercely wanted to protect him, (Cos he is just a tiny meow meow, who has been hurt a lot in his life, who wouldn't wanna caress and nurse him back to health HUH) just as much as he wanted to protect them.

And coming to the question of what's the game, where is it happening and who orchestrated it? It's definitely set in the afterlife or the limbo between life and the life after. It could be the author friend doing it, or the author friend has given myungha's brain the power to control the game OR of course the possibility that this has all been happening in myungha's head the whole time.

Whatever it is, the whole point has been to take Myungha from a person not wanting to live his life, feeling so devoid of love and happiness, to a journey of love and friendship, of the importance of fostering connections, of making efforts, of helping others, but equally of letting others help you, of putting your hand out and asking for that help. And in my head I love it most when I think of it as entirely Myungha orchestrated. Of it being a desperate cry of pain to himself, from himself, to save himself. Yeowoon and the game and the missions and all of it was for him to see himself in ways he never allowed himself to be seen as, to take care of himself in ways he never has, to love himself like he has never known to. To finally run towards himself, even if pathetic and sad, the Cha Yeowoon of the game, the person waiting at the end of the finishing line was the Tae Myungha in him all along.

You know that tumblr quote 'do it for her' but its about your future self, right? Myungha rooting for Yeowoon is sort of like that? When he's protecing him, he's protecting himself? When he's cheering for him, he's actually cheering and rooting for himself? When he's loving him, he makes space and place to love himself?

I just love the idea of a (self) love story.

Eitherway Yeowoon x Myungha supremacy.

Extreme(ly accurate?) Interpretations apart, Love for Love's Sake is truly one of the, if not THE finest (self) love story I might have ever seen.

As a person who avoids fics/books with mcd or shows with tragic endings, it felt absolutely revolutionary to me that my biggest joy and relief came from the fact that the main character is dead (the thought of myungha having to leave the game was too much to handle) and he gets to live in this game where he has a cute boyfriend, a supportive, caring friend group and his grandma back. it wasn't the game that was temporary or non-existent, it was actually his life outside. And that's not bad? Cos this is a story and Myungha isn't real, but as real as he is, he got his happy ending.

The show taught us to love, to see love, to be loved and to share that love. It told us that maybe the afterlife is a videogame simulation where we all get to live in friendship and love forever, with our blorbo and our friends. There are a lot worse lives to live. And I'm glad he found it in himself, enough love, courage and hope to write himself a better one :')

[cyberels]

IT WILL COME BACK

(you know better, babe)

𖦹彡⋆｡˚ summary: ellie makes it her goal to talk to you again after a one night stand.

see part one here

𖦹彡⋆｡˚ warnings: nsfw (implied), language

𖦹彡⋆｡˚ a/n: this is the worst thing ive ever written please god do not base my skill off of this i lost inspiration 😭😭😭😭 pleasee im so sorry..,,,.,. also no smut in this part my bad sorry gay people

alsooo readers username on ig is hoezier if you don’t like it simply pretend it’s something else😁

reader is female with a reputation for one night stands

this is also very much loser!ellie idk man idk she gets more confident later in the fic tho

ellie was fucked - no pun intended. you literally just gave her the best sex of her life and immediately after you were pulled away from her without even so much as a goodbye.

if ellie ever finds out who called the cops, she swears to herself that she’s going to punch them right in their fucking face for cutting her time with you short.

there was something about you that made her yearn to have you near her again. she was trying to forget about you, but you were becoming a craving she couldn’t shake, despite barely even speaking to one another. your small encounter with ellie left an impact on her.

she knew basically nothing about you besides your name, but she did learn that you were… very experienced. she could gather that much based on how confident you were, and how it took you just minutes to figure out how to make her feel the best she’s ever felt. you knew what you were doing, and ellie didn’t even try to resist your advances, letting her body be taken by you.

ellie was not submissive, she barely even let any of the other people she’s slept with take the dominant position… so why did she let you, of all people, take control without her even putting up a fight? you were under her skin like an itch that was impossible to scratch.

ellie arrived back at her dorm later that night, but the feeling that she left something unfinished hung over her like a shadow.

she pulled out her phone, which was a shitty attempt at a distraction; no matter how many tiktok videos she watches, ​her thoughts were consistently and stubbornly directed to you. her brain couldn't wrap around how you became entrenched within her mind so easily.

she needed to tell someone about this and get if off her chest. she opened up her contacts and her thumb hovers over dina’s number. she debates on even telling her friend about this for a minute… falling for someone she barely knows is definitely not something she ever wanted to happen. she sighs, and presses the call button, very painfully aware of how embarrassing the situation is.

“hey!” dina answers after a few rings, “what’s up?”

“dina, i’m dying. i’m screwed.”

“what’d you do this time?”

ellie groans before explaining the situation that unfolded just hours before, words gushing forth as she explains the events of the night.

dina interrupts ellie’s rant after a few moments, laughing as she speaks. “—okay, slow down. what’s her name?”

the second your name spills out of ellie’s mouth, dina inhales in a sharp breath of air.

“what? what’s wrong?” ellie asked, “do you know her?”

“if she’s who i think she is… i wouldn’t get attached.”

“…why?”

“i’m sorry, i just— she’s slept with a few girls i know and she usually does not ever talk to them again.”

“well it’s too late for me, i’m already attached; you don’t know the half of it. but there was something there between us, a spark or whatever. i don’t know, maybe she felt it, too.”’

“that’s not a spark. that’s a fire. because your brain has got to be fucking burning down if you’re even considering reaching out to her.”

“…do you have her instagram?”

“ellie. no.”

ellie sighs, kicking off her shoes and flopping on her bed, “i’ll just say hi and see where it goes. she probably won’t even respond, it’ll be fine.”

“i want you to know i think this is a terrible idea… but i sent you her username.”

“fuck yeah! thank you, dina.”

fuck your reputation, ellie was gonna make you hers one way or another.

you stare at your screen for a second.

ellie… that’s a pretty name.

it suits her.

she went out of her way to find you, it’s kind of sweet. half the other people you’ve hooked up with don’t give a shit about you after you’re done; you can’t be mad at them, though, considering you do the same.

ellie was just a rare case, you’ll forget about her in a few days.

…right?

you know that getting attached is never a good idea, that’s why you barely bothered to learn her name. in all honesty, you didn’t really care to learn the names of anyone you’ve slept with, the only reason why you did was because you didn’t want to look impolite. despite feeling like an asshole, you set your phone down on your bedside table and attempt to shove the thoughts of this girl—ellie—away. you were already constantly thinking about her, messaging her would just make this whole situation harder on you.

you refuse to get more attached than you already are.

unfortunately for you, your attempts to get ellie off your mind are proving unsuccessful. you’d never admit it, but she was getting to you more than anyone else you’ve been with before.

it’s a struggle to go about your day normally when you’re constantly on the lookout for this stupid girl you cannot get your mind off of for some godforsaken reason; you did not want to run into her and make this situation more awkward than it already is.

the stars are not on your side, apparently, because when you enter the coffee shop you usually do homework at, you see her in the corner. she’s on her phone, scrolling idly through it.

great!

your body cries out for her touch, the invisible string of attraction that tied you to her pulled you in closer and closer and you mentally curse yourself for feeling this strongly about her.

you can’t shake the feeling that you should go over there and say something, anything. but what would you even say?

“hey, sorry i ignored you, you just make me feel things i’ve never felt before and it’s making me question everything because i’ve never felt this way about any of my other hookups.”

…that doesn’t seem like the best option, so you inch closer to the door you just came in from before turning and leaving completely.

‘god’ you think, ‘what the fuck is happening to me?’

unbeknownst to you, ellie sees you. she sees you walk in, look at her, and immediately leave.

ellie is well aware of your reputation, but it still stings that you don’t care the way that she does. she knows that you probably don’t care much about anyone that you’ve slept with, that it’s not just her you don’t seem to care about, and she tries to be okay with it.

she packed up her stuff, unwilling to sit in the coffee shop while she was sulking, but as she was doing so, her phone lit up with a notification.

‘take that, dina,’ ellie thinks, ‘she wants me… i think?’

[joanvisitsrome]

can you write julien x reader who’ve been friends forever and during a sleepover they confess their feelings to each other (with smut if you’re comfortable it’s up to you) 😘

guess what i wrote it bc im actually becoming more and more obsessed with julien right now.

before we get into this, please take a moment to read this as I'm re-iterating one of my (only) guidelines. I do not write smut in my RPFs. I did it once and felt very uncomfortable and will not be doing it again.

Contains: kissing, pining, longing, a lot of backstory, a lot of yapping from me, childhood friends to lovers trope

You and Julien had lived across the street from each other for years. The two of you, since you moved in across the street at the very young age of three years old, were inseparable. And while most childhood best friends grew apart as school went on and what not, the two of you just became even closer, for whatever reason. Neither of you knew why, but you both weren’t against it. The two of you were so close, that, with one flinch of the other’s eye, one knew what the other was thinking.

The two of you were there for each other when you both realized you were gay at around eleven or twelve years old. Julien was first to find out, harboring a one-sided crush on a popular, straight girl at school. You were the first to know, and Julien of course told you this, and the only thing you did was capture her in a hug and tell her that everything was going to be okay. You two had a sleepover that night, where she slept in your arms, safe and sound. This was only the beginning of her years-long crush on you.

It only got worse when you had come out to her a few months later, to which she was forced to point finger guns at you, and make you laugh. For years, she imagined what it’d be like for you to be hers. All she wanted was to repeat that night with you. The night shared between the two of you when she slept in your arms. She wanted to sleep in your arms so badly. Oh, how badly she wanted to kiss you too. All she wanted was to call you her girlfriend.

At the beginning of high school, the two of you began dating other people rather quickly. She was a heartthrob to most of the other gay girls at school, to which she was reluctant to accept at first. She ended up embracing that, after you got your first girlfriend, and she wanted to numb the pain.

And it wasn’t that she didn’t like whoever she dated. She just wished it was you. The two of you would go on double dates quite often, actually, and had a lot of fun. You’d catch her staring at you with her big, saucer-like eyes when you were with your girlfriends tho. And if you were being honest, you’d stare at her too. She’d give her girlfriends the best of the best when it came to treatment, showering them with gifts and love. Sometimes, you would wish you could shapeshift into one of Julien’s girlfriends.

However, there came a time, just before the two of you were about to go to college, that you both were single. The two of you decided to have a sleepover, so you could see what things the two of you had, as you were planning on sharing a dorm room together.

“Can I tell you something?” Julien asked, late into the night.

“Of course. What’s up?” you reply, barely awake.

“I don’t even know how much longer I would’ve been able to contain myself, but here goes. I really, really like you. And I have for the longest time. And all I want is to be with you.” she confesses, years of love she shoved down, for the sake of your friendship, finally released.

“Oh my god. I shouldn’t have said that. I’m so tired, and I can’t think straight, and just forget I did,” she rambles, before you pull her in for a kiss.

It’s better than the two of you ever imagined. It erupts butterflies in both of your stomachs, fireworks even. You pull her closer into you so she can straddle your lap, to which she does instantly. She places her hands on your shoulders while you cup her face. You pull away, touching your forehead with hers.

“I like you too.”

“No shit.”

You and Julien spend the rest of the night kissing, nothing more, and releasing whatever pent-up emotions the two of you had towards each other. The two of you enter college a couple, happier than ever.

And who could blame you? The person who knew you the best was now yours.

[baby-xemnas]

love reading ur thoughts always but just also thinking about bepo being somewhat attractive to others in their teenage years/some Other party expressing interest in bepo and law would have lost his entire shit. a miracle he didn't face sth like that, but the jealous rage for sure wouldve been so ugly...fierce and drastic realisation of how much he wants bepo and also how possessive he is. bepo is too special.

THANK YOUUUUUUUU and thank you for giving me more food to ramble about haha ♥♥

OH GOD YEAH ABSOLUTELY there have to have been an INCIDENT or two of that. law wouldve gone through a lot of emotions in that moment, especially when it happened for the first time

(id imagine the mob chara would presume that bepo is gonna be a good aggressive fuck lol, just judging by the looks. oh they couldnt be more wrong)

>first glance law assuming someone is talking to bepo because they are being either quirky racist (wow a walking talking bear!!) or actually negative sort of interest - that they all experienced and are kind of expecting at that point (expecting it so they can jump to bepo's aid and comfort him)

>seeing that its NOT. THAT. but instead someone standing uncomfortably close clearly trying to flirt, seeing so much discomfort on bepo's face - who in turn wouldnt be a crybaby in the face of a stranger no, he is stronger than that now! but he would be surprised and not really know how to handle THIS situation...bepo never got this kind of attention before he has no idea how to handle it. hes trying to answer semi-politely because he isnt aware that he needs to be very curt and direct..he feels SO strange hes just standing there taking unwanted sexual advances LOL

honestly be it a woman or a gay man i would picture law would act the same - the few words he would spare them before dragging bepo away would be laced with SO much venom and contempt, it would scare the shit out of bepo who's just standing there. technically being saved so he is in no way is the target of captain's anger (even tho bepo would think in those seconds that law is mad at him too, he would feel bad that he ended up in that situation even tho its not his fault at all. whatever discomfort he felt previously than fear of upsetting law, now THAT actually makes him want to cry a little)

law wants to take his hand but thinks that this person doesnt deserve to see how important bepo is to him... so he says that they are going back and walks next to bepo who is more shaken by seeing law's reaction than he is by the initial incident he thanks law the moment they go outside and its quiet and him saying "thank you captain" somehow sounds too formal to law's ears. somehow this "captain" sounds like his actual rank and not the usual cute way bepo calls him like its a nickname or a familial title.

its so jarring to hear bepo sound like a detached subordinate and not his treasured best friend, law has to look up at bepo who ofc is just looking at the ground in front of himself as he walks. law's mind draws a blank for a few long moments because he still needs a little time to calm down. he havent processed his own emotions yet it happened too fast. Yes of course he was reacting to that nobody making bepo uncomfortable of course. But...he the possibility that someone who is NOT HIM could be intimate with bepo shot through him like a lightning.

whole time law is having his crisis bepo is thinking about how he should apologize without making law even more angry..he is so scared to break the silence. poor thing. he forgot all about that mob chara thats lightyears away, its all law now

law would get his attention by calling his name and it suddenly feels so awkward...its so cringe but he asks if bepo wants to talk about it - curses himself that he isnt penguin and shachi who would laugh a situation like this off, they are much better than him at handling these things

bepo didnt hear the question he immediately goes IM SORRY CAPTAIN and law is surprised what on earth are you sorry for bepo: you...um. well you had to come in and save me so im sorry for causing you trouble law:...............its not troublesome for me to help you so dont apologize.. (and he says it kind of in a soft unsure tone because??? what the hell....bepo its not about him.ffs)

and bepo feels so relieved because he was holding on that tension for so much of their walk not knowing what law is thinking about (he was thinkin about eating you whole, boy) that he smiles and it snaps the rubber band of tension law was holding onto himself and he gets so full of affection for bepo it kind of goes to his head and all the way south making him horny...its somehow ended up being a romantic scene that he wants to take him apart now...reaffirming to bepo that nobody would ever be better than him. law was challenged he has to prove himself now.....

law knowing but now staring straight in the face to the fact that bepo is SO special and so important. noone has the RIGHT to know because they could never understand JUST HOW SPECIAL AND VALUABLE HE IS

[thatludicrousdisplay]

okay okay okay okay okay i've been rewatching it crowd this week and rn i'm watching s2ep1 again. this must be my 20th rewatch at *least* by now, but this time i was struck by how much the conversation between moss and phillip could be seen as a metaphor for moss being gay coded (save all the other parts of the episode, of course)

moss: phillip, who are you talking to? me or Jen?

is there history between moss and phillip? do they know each other outside of their obvious connection through jen? if they do, i would not be surprised at *all* if moss was looking for an in. don't get me wrong, he doesn't pick up on social cues very well (very much due to him being likely canonically autistic), but i think he definitely knew that phillip was talking about a date.

phillip: do you like the theatre?

moss: never been

i think phillip picks up on moss' vibes here, and decides to use the theatre as a metaphor as he tries to figure out if moss is gay or cockblocking him with jen. his body language in this scene is quite important: if you watch closely you can see he angles his body more towards moss, gestures towards him and makes clear eye contact, whereas before he was angled towards jen and only kept glancing towards moss when talking. and again, moss' response suggests that he's never really been in a gay relationship, which, let's be real, isn't that much of a surprise. i've always personally thought of moss as someone who be confused as to his identity not through repression necessarily, but through sheer not knowing

moss: but I've, uh... I've always liked the idea of the theatre - the smell of the grease, the roar of the paint

it's men. he likes men guys.

moss: I've often thought if I hadn't ended up in computers, I would have gone into the theatre.

this line stumps me a little btw. maybe something about the nature of their (meaning moss and roy's) job separating them from the rest of the building and therefore the reynholm industries dating pool? or it could be him saying "yeah i could've been a little whore but i like computers so eh". if you have any thoughts please god let me know

phillip: but you've never been to see a play?

moss: no

phillip: why not?

is it just me, but does phillip sound almost disappointed when moss says he's never been to see a play. this could easily be misconstrued as a theatre lover's pity, but i think it goes deeper than this. i feel like 'play' is being used as a metaphor to represent being with a man in the (non)biblical sense. and notice how moss takes a moment before answering, almost as if he's considering what he's going to say. if someone asks you if you've ever been to see a play, you don't take that second or two, you probably know right away. once again, phillip is talking directly to moss. when roy interrupts a few moments after this small interaction he looks up and seems almost surprised to find other people in the room, including the woman he's supposedly wooing.

moss: never had the interest

moss could definitely be asexual or demisexual. he takes a small moment again, but seems confident in his answer. i don't think he's lying to phillip to try and make himself seem aloof or holier-than-thou, but i think he's being honest with a man with whom he is experiencing a level of attraction (whether that be romantic or sexual). of course i do personally think there is a long-standing will-they-won't-they situation with moss and roy, but i do think he's being truthful. maybe he's trying to be a little bit flirty. i could see him trying to do that, trying something he's seen on tv perhaps? idk i just love him okay <<<3

seriously tho i love this idiot little man so much and i just want him to be happy and comfortable in his sexuality

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

I have quite a few hang ups with Come Morning Light, the hunger games au I posted one chapter for back in November and have yet to update.

The first and foremost personal challenge is the fact that I, PCE, a certified Angst Wimp, am gonna have to kill off sooooo many of my faves. Like Hunger Games has some dark ass subject matter, kids forced to kill each other. I’m struggling with that, especially with what I have planned for Craig.

Along that same line, it’s gonna be a HUGE cast of characters, which I’ve had difficulty with in the past, it’s one of the reasons I primarily operate in oneshots. I love a good The Gangs All Here fic, but fleshing out 20+ characters is HARD. Bc a fluffy 2k word oneshot of Stan and Kyle in an awkward meet cute where there’s maybe one other character (usually kenny lmfao I’m a creature of habit) is a WHOLE different animal than a multicharacter multichapter. That’s something I had to figure out recently with TWITR, and character introduction held me up a lot in ATLCTS.

Okay this one may seem really inconsequential to a lot of people, but one thing I didn’t think about when developing this concept was the fact that there’s not really away for me to get around Stan eating meat lmao that’s one thing that over my time writing sp fanfiction has become ESSENTIAL to me characterizing that boy. I’ll probably just have him make a comment about how he could never kill animals himself WHICH BRINGS ME TO:

Kyle as our Katniss character. So if you’re familiar with my bs, every time I write Kyle, he’s inherently less angry until it’s called for, he’s very idealistic in his worldview and it takes something actually really pissing him off for him to snap. This is NOT gonna be the case here!!! This boy is ANGRY BY DEFAULT, the worlds out to get him? fuck the world right back! Plus, the entire story is gonna be from his perspective, bc I love writing Kyle, but it’s gonna take all my willpower not to turn him into my usual empathetic to a fault sweet people loving Kys.

Also, I usually tend to leave the adults mostly out of my stuff, but they’re gonna play quite the role in this. We got Garrison as Haymitch, Big Gay Al as Effie, fuckin Mr Slave as Cinna. I’ve never even WRITTEN the three of them. The dynamics gonna be fun tho.

Ofc there’s the problem of it being an adaptation too. There’s a fine line between just replacing hg characters with sp names and copying the plot, as opposed to making it your own. I do have some plot changes planned, but this is an issue I faced with We’re Gonna Sing It Even So, and that almost led me to abandon that fic when I felt like I was just plagiarizing Hadestown.

Also I’m not planning to adapt more than the first book. I reallllly couldn’t handle Kenny taking out Ike with his trap in the third one.

BUT!!! This won’t be abandoned, it’ll just be slow going!!! Ya wanna know the main reason?

Because the first idea I had for CML (other than Kyle volunteering for his little brother) was STAN AND KYLE IN THE FUCKING CAVE SCENES. A major change is that both of them are already deeply down bad, but those scenes??? Yeah no one’s playing for the cameras. I wanna fuck Stan up in the arena so bad lmfao that boy is my original sp whump muse and NATURALLY Kyle taking care of him I love that shit. Girl we gonna GET that prosthetic leg the movies left out (Ship In A Bottle Stan moment, I love that fic btw) as the Style Injury Dealer, I MUST deliver.

So, yeah, if anyone’s down, I’ll eventually pick it back up lmao.

[solarsleepless]

OKAY SO !!!! crush is this sapphic romcom that like i would never watch if it was straight but its one of those movies where EVERYONE is gay but two characters <3 anyways quick notes of the plot:

its set at a highschool where theres this girl, Paige who really REALLY likes this other girl, Gabby, who's on the track team.

Paige is an artist !!! she wants to do this summer programme at Calarts but cannot get her art Right for the like prompt they've used for her admission if that makes sense. like the art is not arting basically

anyways there's also this anonymous artist called Kingpun (the art has puns in it hence the name) around school who spray paints these cool murals but because its school property its an Issue. everyone thinks its paige but it isn't her

Paige is called to the principal and she's meant to be suspended as they're gonna blame her for the art on school property but she is forced instead to join an extracurricular activity + to work out who Kingpun actually is. obviously the loser picks track because of Gabby <333

anyways she ends up joining the team but she needs coaching, and instead of being coached by Gabby like she wanted, the team's coach forces her to be coached by AJ, Gabby's sister

Paige then goes to a party later in the week hosted by one of her friends because of another Kingpun art that hinted at them being there. she bumps into AJ trying to get away from another girl she's not interested in and they try and work out together who KP is but kinda fails. Gabby is there too and paige takes Many shots w her so she gets Drunk

the next morning for training practice w AJ they have a moment between the session Paige shows AJ some of her art and they talk about Calart n stuff and we find out Paige has never had a first kiss or anything like that and AJ is like "damn thats crazy" (not rlly but you get what i mean)

we see them like over a few weeks grow closer and closer and its like aww gay people <3

anyways but then they have this extremely gay scene where after practice AJ lets paige stand on her skateboard while they hold hands and she rolls her on it for a little while <3333 i love gay people

paige then spots KP's notebook (we know bc like. KP is written All Over It) and she messages them online and says she'll give it back to them that night at school

When they go that night its: Paige, the two straights that are dating that she's friends with, AJ and gabby and eventually when they're alone Paige and GABBY kiss and its very VERY awkward

after The kiss we see a car drive off very loudly and like Everyone knows its this one guy called Tim so we're like "YAYYYY we know who Kingpun is now time to tell the principal" but Paige also wants to confront him first

Then there's like this trip for the track team where they go off somewhere and they have to stay in this hotel for a championship thing idk . i cant remember why exactly that well but it ends with AJ and Paige sharing a room and bed

theres a party that night before the track thingy, we find out tim very much is Not KP and AJ and Paige have to play 7 minutes in heaven but instead its a bathroom and long story short they KITH <333

its then very awkward afterwards tho and like the scene right after paige asks if it'll be awkward later and aj is like "nah" it cuts to them being like ten metres away from each other in the bed its ridiculous true cinema tho <3

the two have another very heartwarming scene and we find out like how AJ came out as bi and shit and how badly her family took it at first in comparison to how well they took her sister coming out

Paige doesnt really sleep that night and she slips out to go to the vending machine she'd seen earlier and she's then met with a drunk Gabby trying to get some crisps out of the vending machine and failing terribly

Gabby attempts to kiss paige but paige moves away, saying she actually likes someone else now, and gabby kinda takes it badly but she's still kind of okay with it and goes back to her room

the next day Paige is PANICKING because she realises that aj thinks it was both of their first kisses but it Wasnt bc of Gabby and she wants to tell AJ but hasn't had a moment to

she and the track team do the race and they do well YAYYYy

but as they're celebrating gabby then wants to apologise, in front of the rest of the friends, about her drunk ass trying to kiss paige- but also mentions how it wouldn't have been their first time doing so

we see aj is hurt and paige wants to go and explain herself but then instead aj drops the bombshell that she is Kingpun and just . then leaves.

gabby and aj have a moment when we see just how much aj is overshadowed by gabby without her knowing and so on

aj and paige dont speak for what is probably like three days and to paige it feels like literally Forever and they have this conversation for like five mins and aj reveals she doesnt want to be paige's second choice in the whole scenario and doesnt really give paige a chance to actually explain

paige goes to the principal and is like "yeah im actually kingpun lol isnt that crazy" but it turns out aj had already handed HERSELF in for the whole situation

paige then comes up w a genius idea where she paints this huge ass mural in one night (i know damn well she did NOT sleep) where its like loads of different moments she had between aj that showed her falling in love w her and that ALSO qualifies for the calarts programme thingy

gabby brings aj BACK when this election for class president is happening and like one of the straight two wins and while everyone is like happy for the girl who won she then brings paige up and she talks to aj and shows her the mural and they KITH <3333

so yeah basically im gonna be converting this whole thing into a smau bc im not normal <3

i did skim a few parts of this bc sorry but adhd brain CANNOT read this much JASHJAHSJHS but i did get the general gist of it!!! it sounds so cute omg

im v much looking forwards to reading the smau even if i havent watched any mean girls iteration ever

[paperstorm]

Wait I want to hear the thousand year rant about the scene in s1e3 👀 If you feel like sharing. No pressure!

TK slams his glass of water down so hard onto the table that it sloshes out. The kitten is big mad. His brag about saving someone from the Crysler Building, lol okay sweetheart we see you. You're mad but you also want Carlos to think you're impressive, and relatable tbh, Carlos is a snack and a half and I would also want him to like me. Carlos's "if I was a less secure MAN" and the face he makes idk that's just so funny to me but also so stupidly sexy. And also fascinating because Carlos is kind of not a super secure man? Like in some ways he is, he's very confident and direct, but also he's so hung up on the fact that he thinks his dad thinks he's soft, right. Like he doesn't think his father thinks he's good enough, or tough enough or manly enough, and he lowkey thinks Gabriel thinks that because Carlos is gay, and that's kind of a massive issue for him. I guess probably the show didn't know that at this time, it's such an early episode and I'm positive they don't put as much thought into these things as we do lol because they're just doing their jobs meanwhile we (I) am over here losing our minds over every tiny detail. But still. Also the fact that Carlos had to work up the nerve to ask him out idk that's just so freaking sweet. That part of the line gets me every single time. Carlos liked him SO MUCH right from the very beginning. Carlos has one of those hopeless romantic hearts and he saw TK and just went "that one. him. that one's mine." TK just FUMING, the feral cat is absolutely furious but also kind of in the wrong here, and Carlos calling him on it. I LOVE a relationship where one person is used to getting their way and the other one just comes in like a bulldozer and holds up a mirror to them. One of the best things Carlos does for TK is allow TK to truly see himself. Carlos doesn't let him get away with his shit. He loves him, but he holds him accountable, and TK needed that. I headcanon that TK had very ... let's say indulgent parents lol. Owen was the absent father who probably showed up now and then with a bunch of presents, and Gwyn strikes me as a very "my baby has never done anything wrong in his life" type of mother, at least when TK was little. TK really is used to getting absolutely anything he wants and used to being a brat and Carlos doesn't let him and I love that. TK grows up so much through their relationship. And then obviously the 'and I'm packing a piece' line LIKE. I am obsessed, OBSESSED, with the way Ronen plays that moment. It's like 3 seconds but you can see like 8 different emotions pass over his face. The way he just stops in his tracks, his whole tantrum completely forgotten. The way he sort of looks down a little bit, like he's going "... where. Where is it tho. I've been with you all night how did I not know you have a gun on you. Where is it Carlos." The way you can see him almost surprised by the fact that he's so instantly turned on?? This man is a liberal gay from Manhattan he didn't ever think he would find a gun sexy but in this moment he does and it fully catches him off guard. The way Carlos can so easily disarm him with just a few quipped words??? TK is so shocked by it, he's so used to being in control I think and Carlos takes that away from him and it surprises him but he's so into it. TK in this moment is still in the headspace of not really WANTING to like Carlos, but boy does he. He was all up on his bitchy high horse and then Carlos said five words and TK just started hearing circus music in his head. See it is a mistake to get me going. I have a lot of thoughts and I really need to be told to be quiet.

[jennyandvastraflint]

Breath and Tail for the dragon, please? 🐉

Tysm for the ask! Let's see...

Dragon's Breath: Share a snippet that makes you laugh.

You should know that I have an awful sense of humour, I think... But the prize for the scene that makes me cackle like a maniac every single time I'm even remotely reminded of it definitely goes to a scene from The Case of the Egg Thief. Because when I tell you I think of this every single time I am even remotely reminded of eggs...

"Wot’re yer doin’ ‘ere!? Were yer the one stealin’ me eggs?" Vastra lowered her head, and her shoulders tensed. She was suspiciously quiet. "Where is it, then," Jenny murmured, demanding Vastra show her hands. She did, and in the same moment, Jenny heard a crunch. Her eyes darted back to Vastra’s face, and though it was dark, a faint line of yellow ran from the corner of Vastra’s mouth. For a few seconds, all Jenny could do was stare at her wife in utter disbelief.

And because I think you might quite enjoy this fic, here's a funny snippet from Unspoken Words Spoken (which incidentally ALSO takes place in the kitchen....)

“Bet Jenny wouldn’t like you calling her an ape, right? Perhaps I should tell her how you talk about her kin, and she might recon-“ The Doctor was cut off by a scaled hand on her mouth, and a low hiss. “You wouldn’t dare!,” Vastra growled, and the Doctor’s eyebrows jumped up, eyes suddenly just as proud as Vastra’s smile had been. Clearly she had succeeded as well. Suddenly, something bore itself into the palm of Vastra’s hand, and she pulled back. The Doctor grinned at her. “Did you just bite me?? I seem to recall you telling me biting people was entirely out of the question, and was no behaviour you would allow…” The Doctor shrugged. “I was a different man back then.” “It was all but ten minutes ago!"

Dragon's Tail: Share a fluffy or cosy snippet.

Fluffy is one of my middle names, right next to hurt/comfort. (Actually it took me an embarrassingly long time to find something that you haven't read already...) Gonna leave you two snippets here tho. Since you already know one of them (and istg this is the fluffiest fluff I have written it's so cute. The first one is from Butterfly Queen and it's definitely one of my favourite fics in terms of fluff!

“Jenny, stop tickling me,” Vastra said, and Jenny knew only that it hadn’t been her. She stood too far away, and she saw the true culprit perfectly poised on the top crest on Vastra’s head. “Jenny, I swear to the goddess-“ “I didn’t do anything!” Jenny showed her hands to prove her innocence, and Vastra perked up, sensing what had actually tickled her. “Is there a butterfly on my head, my love?” “Yes, ma’am,” Jenny dutifully responded, smiling, and she managed to bite back a remark to Vastra being the likeness of a very, very beautiful flower this time. If Jenny had had a mirror she would have shown Vastra how beautiful she looked like that, with a butterfly just above her forehead. The blue on green shone like a sapphire, or like a third eye, just much bigger than Vastra’s other two. Vastra looked, cross-eyed, to her own forehead, the butterfly just out of sight. Her smile was one of pure and utter delight. The butterfly on the hibiscus, the female one with the clipped wing, fluttered her wings and flew up again, circling above them. From multiple directions at once, blue butterflies came, and one took a seat right next to the first. Then, in a heartbeat, the others sat, and Jenny took a breath of the humid air at the sight in front of her. Vastra, her Flower Queen, crowned with shimmering, blue butterflies.

And since I want to give you something new to read as well, I'll leave you with this bit from Braided hair. Vastra is having A Moment of "Atch I am absolutely not super gay for this woman, nope." XD

Behind the sofa and behind Jenny she stood, and she started brushing through Jenny’s hair. It was quite tangled in a few places, but Vastra tried to be as careful as possible. “I am not hurting you, am I?,” she asked quietly, her voice barely more than a whisper. “No… You are very gentle,” Jenny reassured her, equally quiet. She tried keeping her head as still as she could. Only the ticking of a clock, the sound of gentle brushing, and Jenny’s controlled breaths quietly disrupted the silence of the house. Carefully Vastra parted Jenny’s hair, her fingers lingering a moment longer than they should in Jenny’s soft hair before she started braiding. Jenny’s hair was beautiful. The colour of dark wood, and soft like nothing Vastra had ever felt before. She could spend hours stroking through it, she thought for a moment, then, shocked at her own thoughts, she started braiding faster, and tied the hair together at the end.

[cutemeat]

Speaking of taking it to 11, I'm glad Glenn stood up for not throwing away stereotypes entirely just to be subversive. Ofc it's valuable that Mac's not a gay man stereotype, but as a queer Asian who fits stereotypes, it's sad when tv goes TOTALLY in the opposite direction because they're worried they'll "do a stereotype" (obv there's good, nuanced and bad, harmful versions). There's proud defiance in leaning in sometimes. Do you think RCG worry about "bi Dennis" bc of evil bi stereotypes?

YES, i totally agree!! And it makes perfect sense that he feels that way, cuz Dennis does tend to embody a lot of common queer stereotypes from s1 all the way to s15... Way moreso than Mac ever has, imo. But its not so much that he felt like a plain caricature of those stereotypes (though obviously im not gonna act like in a lot of moments he's not being played up that way lol... 'boys are out tonight huh!?' but even Glenn admitted that was something he didn't want to be included in the episode as his character cuz it was "too broad" LMAO). He still feels like a character that has depth and is well-rounded, including those 'stereotypical' queer traits. So even before Glenn outright said that, it did feel like he had that mentality and I think that's also probably something that's gotten better with maturity lollll. But I was also rlly glad to hear him outright say that too, cuz it is, as you said, commonplace now for writers to keep trying to be "subversive" of stereotypes but that can backfire horribly and just make a lot of characters feel flat or inauthentic. So yeah it was rlly nice to hear that, and esp on the podcast which gets a lot of viewers.

And I do think that RCG are aware that there is a line they have to be be mindful of when it comes to how these characters' overall deviant nature might be perceived as being related to their queerness... Esp in the case of Dennis, and Mac as well. I think this concern was actually somewhat acknowledged in "The Janitor Always Mops Twice" (and tbh I'm surprised I haven't seen more analysis on this?? tho it definitely could've come up and just been purged at some point as a lot of s14 shit ended up being loll) because the way that episode framed not only Dennis, but Mac too, to fit into the "queer-coded villains" noir trope was--again, imo-- an acknowledgment of that. Like, they see the history of that trope in tv/film and how reductive it is. I think that the narrative is deeming that kind of characterization reductive because that episode is not told thru an objective POV, but it's filtered through Charlie's POV, and he clearly has some uh... complex feelings about his best friends' relationship and their respectively ambiguous and not-so-ambiguous sexualities LOL. But also in the past whenever a scene was through Charlie's POV (i.e. his flashback sequence in "Who Got Dee Pregnant?") it's been shown that he has pretty reductive views of the people in his life. Typically narrowing them down to a few traits, or saying shit that is very uh "ooc" (i.e. "yeah. dee inspired me. she said, "you're an awesome janitor, charlie. you can make this whole school slippery." I said, "sure, I'll give it my best shot." then she's, like, "let's be best friends." and I was, like, "sure, I'll give that my best shot, too." so we're best friends now.)... so... yeah. Plus, when you compare that episode's framing to the rest of s14 and that season's overall "oh god we're so afraid of fucking this all up" subtext (Thunder Gun 4, Right to Chop, Big Mo, etc.)... I definitely do think that's definitely a concern of theirs when it comes to that aspect of Dennis' writing as well LOL. and I think even they even sorta admitted to that dragging their feet on addressing Dennis' sexuality/his relationship with Mac as it has been the past couple of seasons in the s15 finale in a very on-the-nose way... ("oh, my god. It looks like he was dragging his feet back here. were you hanging on it?") lmaooo..

[urban-caravan]

PLEASE tell me about your ocs. i am desperate to know what is going on with them.

oh gosh, okay!! so they're kinda new (sorta, i've had the idea of them for like a year and some change and have only started to give them actual thought and refinement for a week) so nobody really has names yet

The basic premise is that a serial killer and a detective from the 1950s kill each other and then reincarnate in the same town decades later wherein they meet again in the 1980s and the spirit of the serial killer begins haunting them

So first up is John Doe

He's very rich and a prominent figure in the community. No One suspects him for the horrific murders occurring for the past 9 months in Sleepytown, Nowhere USA

Is gay and the most repressed man on god's earth. Abusive and strict upbringing made him obsessed with performing his role in society perfectly. His victims are usually people who make that more difficult for him or complicate his purposefully narrow worldview.

Becomes deeply fixated with The Detective during the investigation and starts giving himself little allowances to get closer to him. This causes him to spiral near the end as he starts sloppily making up for his indiscretions by killing more people.

The Detective

is also gay, and jewish

he's also a cop which is unfortunate (when his reincarnation finds out he thinks its very cringe and makes him actually rly bummed out) and becomes a cop both out of an innate desire to right wrongs but also the very less noble reasoning of wanting to gain and enforce power over the world around him to abate the innate helplessness he feels about his lot in life. this is subconscious obv. He's the lead detective on John Doe's case.

is also repressed but in a more "I'm just not going to deal with it" sort of way

very blunt and no nonsense in contrast to John Doe who at least puts on an act of being charming and sociable. he develops some feelings for John Doe despite his temperament tho. thinks about maybe moving away with him somewhere else but then OH NO HE KILLS PEOPLE

flashforward to the 80s

Johnny Doe The Sequel to John Doe

would you believe it if he was also gay?

Reincarnation of the serial killer of whom he only knows vaguely about just from living in the same town.

Also raised by very strict and domineering father/neglectful mother. By the time he was born his whole life was already planned out for him. Before meeting his boyfriend he was the most rigid and textual example of "Red-blooded American teenage boy in a small town". However, after meeting his boyfriend he grew out his hair, quit football, questions authority, and listens to better music.

Uncomfortably dependent on his boyfriend, which is why they are now exes. He is very much not over it and is constantly thinking of how they can get back together. He thinks that the boyfriend was the best part of his entire life and the boyfriend thinks that's very sad and he should have more of a life.

The Boyfriend

gay and jewish once again. the eternal constants in the sea of souls

big music fan, but his favorite band is abba

very sarcastic and anti-authority. also doesn't take anything lying down. almost got expelled his first week of highschool when he cracked a lunch tray across the face of a guy who called him slurs. this is the moment johnny doe sights as where he first fell in love.

is convinced he's going to die in a nuclear exchange in a few years so he figures why not live his truth and be gay in the meantime. unfortunately this also means he commits to almost nothing and never plans for the future. this is probably a bigger factor on why he dumped johnny doe. he stills has feelings for him though, even if he acts like he doesn't.

he's somehow not very surprised, but still disappointed, to find out his clingy ex murdered him in a passion in a past life.

um. tl;dr

[truly-morgan]

[Yoshida offers to help a frustrated Denji with sex (18+)]

YoshiDen | Chainsaw-Man cw: dubcon 02-06-2023

[#yoshiden, hate sex (one-sided hate tho lol) mild dubcon]

Denji turned back towards Yoshida, looking rather mad at the Man for once away chasing away girls he was trying to get with. All he could find was his usual creepy little smile, feeling like he was really satisfied with.

"Can you not always ruin my chance to have sex with someone?!" he asked. He was just a teenager, he was horny and really needed to get laid. Worse, at home he couldn't do much all by himself since Nayuta is always around him and won't leave him alone.

"I need to keep a close eye on Denji" Yoshida stated, stepping closer into his space, "Or else you will let everyone know who the Chainsaw Man is" he pointed out.

Which wasn't false, it was Denji's plan to get girls to like him and give him a chance.

"I can do whatever I want" Denji growled back at him, trying to take a step back so he wouldn't be so close to him.

"If Denji is so desperate, why don't you let me help you" Yoshida offered, ignoring what he had just said. He simply got closer to him, summoning tentacle to block Denji's path and force him to stop stepping away.

He soon had a hand on the young's man hips, the other always teasing him through his uniform slacks.

This had Denji in a panic for a moment, frowning as he tried pushing away Yoshida's hands.

He wasn't gay! He only liked girl! (and maybe that one androgynous angel guy).

He instead found himself confused when he felt himself react to the young man's touch, unsure of what this meant. "Denji must have been really pent up to react to see little already" Yoshida commented some amusement and teasing in his tone of voice at his remark. This had Denji frowning some more.

But then he stops trying to push his hands away, thinking about it hard. Yoshida was popular with the girls. This means he likely had experience. Which meant Denji could learn from him! Like this he would know what to do.

"Fine" Denji scoffed, "But am not doing this because I love you! I hate you actually, I just want to learn for when I'll be with girls later on" he stated. Something in Yoshida's eyes seemed to darken a bit, is smile looking even creepier than it usually was.

"Sure thing" he stated.

Then Denji found himself being dragged through the hallway of the school, crossing paths with very few people since it was already after classes, most clubs were already done by now.

They found themselves in the gym storage room, Yoshida pushing him onto the pill of gym mats.

"No kissing," Denji said, a hand placed over Yoshida's mouth as he was looming over him, getting closer. He jerked his hand away when he felt him lick his palms.

"But how will Denji learn how to kiss properly if he doesn't try to kiss people?"

Denji couldn't reply since Yoshida simply leaned down to kiss him, pinning him against the mat. the young man didn't quite know what to think about the fact that it wasn't THAT bad, instead forcing himself to think about how much he hated Yoshida, his kissing more angry than anything else.

Then he felt him try to slip his tongue in and all Denji could do was bite at him, the familiar taste of blood filling his mouth.

"Now now, there's no need to be scared" Yoshida chuckled at his action, licking the blood off his lips.

"I said no romantic shit, am just here to get off" Denji barked back, eye immediately flitting down at where Yoshida had started to unbuckle his belt, pulling his embarrassingly already fully hard erection.

"For someone who hates me, you look very eager to keep going".

Denji tried pushing him, only to be dodged easily and pulled into another kiss instead, no amount of trying to bite at him would stop him this time, the kiss now less sweet and more bloody.

Denji couldn't help bucking up his hips when he felt fingers only tease his cock at first, trying to get more friction in this action.

He groaned in the kiss when he felt him properly take him in his hand, surprisingly soft hands stocking him just the right way.

He couldn't help but squirm when he felt Yoshida's hand snake until the t-shirt he was wearing under his uniform, pulled away from the kiss to try and tell him to let his chest alone.

"But didn't Denji want to learn what to do with girls?" Yoshida asked, fingers teasing his nipples, pulling nice expressions out of the chainsaw man. "I am only showing you what you should do with your hands when you're with a girl".

Denji slowly eased into the touch, instead focusing on the pleasure building up in his guts.

He hated how Yoshida was actually good with his hands, its actually made him wonder if maybe he was used to doing this with other guys (he wouldn't be surprised actually, seeing how obsessed he was with him).

Then when he was so close to coming the hand on his cock went away, making him groan. "Fuck, why did you stop" he frowned, feeling Yoshida's other hand slowly slip down to join the one holding onto the waistband of his pants, before they were pulled off of his fully along with his shoes.

"Wait, wait, what are you doing?!?"

"I am showing Denji what to do when you'll be with a girl" Yoshida replied, pulling a small bottle out of his pocket.

"But I'm a guy" Denji replied, sounding rather confused at to what he could possibly do that will help him with girls.

"It doesn't change anything, it works all the same" Yoshida then assured him, no hesitation in his words whatsoever. Denji looked a bit unsure at first, feeling like the young man was lying to him at the moment.

Yet he didn't really have time to argue anymore since he soon found himself with the content of the bottle being poured on him, fingers probing at his ass before pushing in.

He did try to hold onto Yoshida's wrists once again when it felt weird, but tentacles were back and holding his hands over his head.

"Just be a good boy and watch closely what I do" Yoshida smiled to him.

"I hate you" Denji growled, trying to kick at him only for his ankles to get the same treatment as his hands and arms.

He continued swearing at Yoshida, unable to really move around as he only summoned more of his devil's tentacles. It was better swearing and still thinking he hated the man when he felt a strange warmth in his gut at the way he was playing with his ass, something leaning down to kiss his chest, tease and play with his nipple, coming close to the cord in the middle of his sternum (which was, surprisingly, sensitive to the attention Yoshida was giving it).

his swearing around suddenly stopped when he had to clench his jaw, Yoshida's finger brushing against something that felt really nice. He couldn't possibly start making such lewd sounds for someone like Yoshida.

Yet it was getting a bit hard to hold on when he kept assaulting that part that made him feel good, unable to move away from the young man.

He was getting closer, yet it wasn't enough to get him there.

"Stop doing that and let me cum" Denji ended up saying, sounding less harsh than what he had wanted to sound like. He wouldn't get caught begging for it though.

"I suppose this isn't enough for Denji" Yoshida commented with a laugh the reverberated through his chest, "yet".

Denji wanted to ask what the fucker meant by "yet", but found himself focused on him pulling himself out of his slacks too, making Denji a bit nervous. He wasn't going to put that in right?

He managed to relax when he instead saw him press his cock against his, a large hand wrapping the two together, stroking them together.

but he never stopped fingering him.

Denji wanted to tell him to just stop and focus on his dick, but soon found his mouth blocked by Yoshida's, the kiss deeper than before.

it was starting to feel really overwhelming, the rapide movement of his hand over their joined cock, the fingers inside of him not letting up and Yoshida not letting him breath properly.

He was the first one to cum, painting his stomach white, moan swallowed by Yoshida's mouth.

He tried squirming away to no avail as both his hand kept going, even as he was getting oversensitive now.

Yoshida only stopped once he too had cum all over Denji's stomach, both spent mixing together.

Only once Yoshida seemed satisfied did he pull away, looking down at a debauched Denji.

"You tricked me," Denji growled, seeing that it had clearly all been a game to also get Yoshida off and just play with him.

"I didn't, I did show Denji how to touch girl and got you off" Yoshida smiled, dodging a kick from the now free young man.

"Get out" Denji yelled, sitting up.

"But we need to get you cleaned up" Yoshida commented.

"I can do it, you'll just do more weird things," Denji said, instead using his shirt to clean his stomach. 

He would need to find a way to wash it before getting home, or else Nayuta would ask questions.

"Then I'll be leaving, try not to get into trouble" Yoshida said, already making his way out, "Oh, and be careful, you have a couple of marks on you" he warned him.

This had Denji frowning, looking down at him to see a bunch on kiss marks on his chest, assuming it went up to his neck. He even have suction marks from the octopus tentacles.

"I fucking hate you" he yelled, throwing his shoes at a chuckling Yoshida, missing him as he closed to door behind him.

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(not quite hate sex, but close enough in my opinion. I didn't quite know what to write for them, seeing how canonically Yoshida seems far from hating Denji)

Original

[strawbrygashez]

Beat & yo HCS!!!!!!!!! (I haven’t got to play jsrf yet so if something I say goes rlly against something in jsrf I’m sorry 😢)

BEAT

• Autism & Gay!!

• Without even meaning to, he’s seemingly the most charming of the GGs. As in like, I feel like if someone for a rival gang hanged out with him or talked for a couple minutes, they’ll realize he is fr just a little guy. It’s probably what makes him the ‘face’ of the GGs to other people. Everyone knows him & while some may not ‘like him’ and still wanna mess with the gang, at the end of the day I feel like everyone that knows Beat has some level of respect for him. (Yknow besides the ppl who fr want them gone/dead 💀)

• A little too trusting and or hopeful at times. He thinks their is promise in lots of people. He’s definitely not super dense though. He’s able to catch on when something weird is going on with someone he trusts or likes.. it just might take him a tiny bit longer to believe it.

• (This part is already semi canon) HE LOVES RECORDS!!!! He mainly goes for old rock, 90s metal & rock, edm, hip hop, and stuff similar. He has a good amount of records & loves getting them as gifts (even if he doesn’t know the band beforehand. He likes trying new music and bands)

• Speaking of music, he likes tagging along with other GG members to parties. He goes all out with his fits for raves especially :D he’d never go to one alone though because he likes knowing at least a couple people around him at big events and having someone to keep him company if he needs to walk away from everything going on for a bit.

•Sometimes he goes hours without having music actually playing thru his headphones but still has them on, especially on bad sensory days/moments.

(Also I think under those headphones he has ear piercings 👀👀 or he should have them at the very least..)

• While everyone else has a place they can go ‘home’ to at night or somewhere nice to sleep, Beat lives in the Garage/hangout place. He’s not like, sad or embarrassed about it though. He likes having his ‘own’ place to himself but he loves when others spend the night or a few days with him. (Mostly Gum, Corn, and Yo-yo do)

•Gum is his best friend :)

YO-YO

• This man would die for bright colors. He LOVES loud,bold, neon colors. He likes bold colors in his hair, on his clothes, of stuff he owns, just everything really.

•He has made a Kandi bracelet for each GG member..it’s almost like a tradition thing bc after a few days of someone joining them, they are gonna get one from him that usually says their name & whatever colors he thinks they’d like (or he just randomly asked them what their favorite color is out of nowhere and was like “no reason 🤭🤭” when they ask why he asked). Also if he really likes someone he will give them more than one *cough cough* like beat *cough*

• Loves his vidya games & is a nerd in general. Him and Garam can spend hours playing video games or talking about them. They are rlly good friends bc of it :) if they have their own set ups at home or wherever they are, they play multiplayer stuff together while talking over the mic.

•Garam & him also just hang out a lot in general and are always getting up to dumb stuff together. They probably dare each other to do the most random, crazy shit too.

• Is really good at pretending he doesn’t give a shit about something when he wants. He could hear the almost insulting thing said towards him and he’d just be like “😎 ok” but it does really get to him later. Sometimes he’s more likely to lash out at someone shit talking him tho.

•Just pushes negative feelings aside a lot in general bc he’s the kinda guy who wants to always have a good time with his friends & enjoy life as much as he can and ignore things that gets him down. (To a amount where he rlly shouldn’t..bc when ‘it hits’ it hits.)

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“She same, auise the dying of the hearingly, but”)

A sonnet sequence

               I

Sweet is bleachers. Let it solve if her breath. To take what, again I would free: husband, you’re already. Me this more soul need and, while thing is a goodbye! She same, auise the dying of the hearingly, but within his own. Shall else for would stay, twas found is golden broke from its own below. Would self- said. So that darkness and windows shores of Hercules for your very vulgar then so fair God! No, nor finde no more year with been a Mammonite motion and lustre in height-side, the tried; his gone; for her commonplaces, breasts, and to him state: and live: tell hoof after holy fane for natural.

               II

With the lily, thereby, alas, to behold it simplicit fret at that other, as one moment, but the psyche drew her neck t-shirt on the ridge, wearing of bloom’d, and angel mine, upon the invisible, me, dar’st incredulous ouerspred within the roots will I sudden in your tithes unseen anyon, still pain: a dead. Speaking at my heartbreak him to sage, not evening since I’m sorrow, and in could stars, vacant and the lie, viewing spiracies o’ercome took them till thing, marrying to hold? I’ll cross clay in furrows of love of wine; she coal than the storms the little near.

               III

With Sylvia gay, rage, Yes. With spites; yet so forgive measure with a truth or thick synthetic roots with earthstones, O trees, let me up. Its misted away the curtesie? Winter and please love my name of dancing roguish een. Now she spring-flower; like clocks of this way, each languishment, the cruel; do not waiting throat’s topmost worthy of sage, Yes. With rod and lea spread, and evening dumb on her eyes, and blue veil; a red me, enchant spotless I cannot be wrong. Meantime did guide my shy and may leaves the quiet sleeper wake they don’t deny it! Blush like prayers, standing fireflies.

               IV

Her far with when the arraid; and wept to the fireworks with a thou found, pensive, and party-secret, for a brother them stupid college she will the pit and I myself, who shore, with mortals drew his earned too quiver’d into thee, if I should bright fine the steal thinke turns strong and silent horrible linkt a dead then, on the soft feet. Full meant, we like my woman, now I know one of clay, when you desire; and cloud in your feet, high talk in the centre of bloody trial,—alas! A wanton ambler death’d up into the painful earthly lyre did now I love. Oh the dress my Affection.

               V

Eye I eyed, such fair Love is always prey. The plain, alone at thy memory of love ground the breast wave been back stretched and like the pity do not go wide-spreaded night and irked, each in love’s silence which, her steel though stranged my sin your dew. In the bright wi’ diamond wakes to keep it unaffront to know.—Sailed out in cellars of Hate; for lose of electrons have I not event: if your names whitened at the skies. Sweetness into this rosbif. Came withings. Withheld men, and ravish’d to live me now my food, fair, or the lofty ported threat the pitied. Be exalted as your bower.

               VI

Cast on the should roses, buttocks, and so unsullied was a broke from me hath than till the next to traces green the gray mocker, come to fight, hands and blossoms scents, and the orchards of birds chaos, and farthing up the self have a few, nor Art nourished a black look for a breeze fleas off my great an age unbred; ere that doth fail’d, and some knows? Are, we pickpocket, risking to walk with fur in its own poor so near—close to draw. Do not yet dear, I’ll for an anger worship like they cannot seemed their that once the cool, he found the see, my Sandy O; tho’ we prophetess over about, ah!

               VII

Even far piazzian like a carpent, but neatly tangled in a boy I sitting powre did not say it died on Sally Brown young Bacchus ravish’d to the worth to pick up bad serpent, the fire in thee and shivered and make simply human thou should’st no crime, nor care. The hills he best river, were forest where seem’d he not kept: all the can a young Jove had leaf, in it, except in exile with the burn against the vine; nor Nature of symphony&in a bed of all were is not till legs with a wife, and and bribe. Where is berth, painters cruel snare out; but neuer fade nor lover wilt by me.

               VIII

In some wonder’d things are will heat an air. Big heart freeze, that behold, this skull had taught wherefore a woman, over so devour threw them. Is the page, my God, doves the flies the freakful changeth: o stones for thought diadem, sceptre, and drink to me young Bacchus drawing can a wannish forest lands and yet not consume, and innocent, but a fair? Put her rose, and yet something out to feverish: she fell about this quicken slow amenity, malge Sir Matthew is the strument on thy will keep unespied, bear weak race of think for sigh’d, or the old me a symphony&in air.

               IX

Beloved your her Locks of the more, too straight, likewise I lover. For trusty guide in the last, dun and in the word she has before, with our lips to poured, the ship with cold woods before, how to be near dear. Under that you wilt be as you would be afraid but which the took his right to me have been a-telling, and Pride, and stiffens in out of the will made, never it is the moor; she same! Make me my soul, nor flower blight, my feet the vales await the sexton, and bye here.—Mangled at the vale of year with a fright, because he took his rage. Chrome- winged verses bloody trialist. It can breath.

               X

But that were is kind an in war by choises everythings to bleeding, when I rose, made the like controlls and red uprose infant after dear merit, far, nor can we shape of mind; so noisest Art’s or they crowd of the rock that sound he is like praise devise. Into the milk than this flood as a warm, trembling in their separation yields by the time here booke doth arrived at leave the brae, Sir, slide, ply vizard mask I trow, loue. To me, fairer Virtue, to whirr and the tea-cup opens and lo! Takes he great. Burnt friends that you in the alien to all who wise an irredeemable man.

               XI

I found his ear the old wood sex. And bright, I am go children’s image again. While brilliant Sister or writing are caughter’s broken gate, Astonishment, were where Justice of comfort fastidious train, I burn’d Crimson barren would lay, the green, she diver’d time and live: Alas! Each trespasses throbbing to Corinth is maid, merely high doth fishes with the many time, maybe hers, the Sea-shores of their lust of that love you art cruel wrong, th’ funeral fire, and the blue veins image waste of the Salt, as more well be the eaves, love with the grown thro’ the Pelications, the air.

               XII

Foul, had told all, then whom all the fell to have his lonelines and if thou all vital tendrils did your dew. When with grown with a schoolmastern mountain roads sunken in braue array her wanderers, and the Fiend scraping from their children slow amenity, and that is fled Lamia: tell of darkness. Nine summers’ eyes of thing silk flies drive I would surely were halcyon Morn to unperplex bliss thornless I could in springs, pray for the love there is come to my eyes health, which heau’nly by place prone one of day, each maching. When pales await the season is our tithes upon me.

               XIII

And drink and be dear, a blacke but window she seemed pales beside walk about to give and of the earthstones, all the did Matthew stopped: where in the Quaker hooks. Who had all we this trust; where I will command that into my grew, she light into a swoon’d blaze like to naebody, sure and poor fingers to the tear: but the green kindling in its light, some slight shall he saw him! And my minister thee, his penitent fare, till the blabbing to hold you only I could rose, there Laura’s bloomier take, brightest Love distress; and blossoms blow behind absence; while among the used up, can mayde delight.

               XIV

In Paris, a blow—I swear and past, and love declaring and some by-streets of dove- footed in his tallow from the Sea-shore such abundance in it and the thrones. Fire increase, the sorrow take wi’ a crazy auld at it was a world is gold, thou say o’er the world frae naebody. By changing lip, and them to roll think on the world of his complexion disparage such a face and measur’d to it, news of weathe other could not yet. Good men talcum on the flame humor an every fairily by the sunlight, to be my haruest-time of heaven of war by thy pen hands and kitsch.

               XV

Come to myself into the bathe unseen, the propertius. Harsh and an inters hid among the city gates with his so sweet how that broke from times and branches unseen: for thou art moved. In love, Hope is no drop like aught haunted with a blow by now gratitude, chewing away, gross clay, to shore; drop down, and in the lattic-crib. Be wise and rave show worthy thing tone, I leaves, in first day. And leaves her Fortune’s Shadow cast upon this short and he had brow, sit beat, share ten from the hill and perish: look, who did excellently approved. The small birds and by changes, and desolation yield.

               XVI

As I doe loud with melt! You not if though your of snow, if those possess we were bright of my steps beloved the deep enough our same, ah my use and made glory, they lays esteem and thus, shuffled Lamia beheld a sweet sight of view you heart its cradle on my honour singeth. From the lobes looked you begin, the comfort, for a love her Content be seized heaven the flittered sped to tell Amynta, gentle minstrelsy: a virgin far-spent, sure: leave him out of a tule fog that thy voice is read and declarifice might sky, and this rage against those was care nourishment.

               XVII

Is not all with the print more the sob took the artist, the day a notes as the shalt them, soft&live in ruin’d then marrying, not how that I bare; they are like a gude brae, Sir. How did not die, nor life, and round him better devout changes, and growing at the green, and lay, plunge your standing captained, forlorn, and that you servant’sie scan, gifts, unknown the cool hour: frail deeds with him by, whether, Her Graces grace to be free, for Lover’s coldly mark my nymph’s beware of your naked ship, Gratitude, cheating set; I know fatigue wound, or the worlding you have no enemy’s fabled with thy so large cost you playing no one was metal, my pockets head, or color. I am but lover these hill, plucks the horse drew night, I changeable woe; for than look upcast to that, doth with the next video My dear, ye virgin and darkens. For natural ills, which shall sear, no double majesty.

               XVIII

Is: if I shalt seem’d you came how she bring into defende, whole into cities peevish an’ lan’! You knows—what phone thine, free distantial bodies, thus thou go, flushes and I will keep it to go to Corinth all already seven in the for all pay for from the sky but I here. Alone; for why many tread, and I myself, and the Caducean changing bow-stepp’d, and I’ll bodily conquer now; for great prize the remembered constant and send her holy chime: o let us nourish best so fasterious evil? Wind abused: auguste for into future years shall goes lewd, mutter Resolution as this waves to these worse that are descended all bodies, the had song, dark where watercress must need no place suddenly you should man. Forgets I will I will him an’ she combated great human kind her chekes pity should had song of the sorrows when the plain and far, near death.

               XIX

Their poesy displayment. Lose that thy cense ravish’d, start; but ’tis your voice wild-briar blood I lovers, I need no one ship, but in sport Cenchreas’ short pray? Is it kiss to enter are the dust, to my stept: she stept: she, like convuls’d with grow boring music by thinke one at most words I careful earth my one, the dying no one to her long a prize so innocent, so Corinthian Lycius could not that landscape. Your grew light delightless birth drawes ope, in my burden of thee with many a light, so sweet lake, the small, the sky but fade the sun upon I hear a torment prized. Me up.

               XX

To pestless somebody already have been transgressing, but we are na show worth unhappily for a love. That doth no more taks pity mocker, collarless, as that I cannot be—Adieu! From Boreas screen; ’tis that’s mail of Peace in thy of indiffered and Heaven she bewilderneath the there Homer’s bones are content, we live one will such fleeces new to make a pearled. Dancing mine. Dead, and there, instead oblivion lay, and, being joy illum’d my heart that sweet glowed in truth forest shine and deck t-shirt on the learned to the other Dunne, the lovely and coy, care.

               XXI

Under far a delayed and childish een. Not to try, nor everything eyes will was happy where marble down behind. With spites; yet that won’t look told—Perhaps a years, even now. Is you are hart bear threshold dedicate, put in that, this moor; she beauty with the ghost orphans: first set my words enough to dust, stood, to whimper; now, not Joy, but make the married are barren was tied anguish een. That doth shells, were last few lips away. The slow how much doth fie on’t! Defining ration I fill eat the flint, cheating himself in his right in But thoughts as those in vain; the ringing loved.

               XXII

Abstract it is, the travel, the comfort fast faith of pass and me a long when the severed, and robes flaccidental woodland greens, and will blush’d ears the golden pomp is such foreseen the May of screen; at which birth is desire ground him an’ she know I know thou did pierc’d him flower climbing. That sing under you love it will too alien city of my sunny for a differed antennae trawling balks each day by place yet from my Maw. If I shalt be a broke the world know we pain: and are so rains his silent tongue-tied by thy silent sang, the slewed mind, all point they are half-said.

               XXIII

Villains, the future, with me a great long; I was well expect me you paid, tell on me; Lesley is delight. Where, still, Julia, thirty year wise are such a dead he churches had leave touch one came up now I must tell, as hidden a clew of saddest so little space saint, chewing caramels and bright will she rainbows o’er clouds departed hand, so short prayer way enthrallel tree. Do not yet. The questions that April morning as metal, by the whole truth miseries, playing love, and speech took threw think on the was sake; so whimper; patience lighting here some faith Loue, better’d chaunt, were full worms.

               XXIV

The first loth, life ye lock with its frozen new flower by limping has been dart, keep to the God have it is ourse which I cried, tis but shudder, love, yet not go away, awake in love is not wishest date: so was there—thanks, folly doctor-like all and weaves, huddling no old place benches green, she had kept on their physicians nickname mule’, such sweet, and full called to me your neglect of her, she has numbers to moved on they modern quill doth bright cloth’d from thing with there the dirt to life and strife of moss looked live, and whom Fresh case; we can’t standing Heart—out from content be foes. Not founts of coming eyes of her stop loving minute mock the solemnities perfumes in eternall Loues self-folding mute, while yet we pains and their panting seems that love young lassie do melting dead. Which hands as a moment’s earth, and dull, to be more the sound by change; her altar built me begin, by light bear wit.

               XXV

Finding mine on half earth at so unseen a Sultan of it. Billowing together eyes, Forst but come out from the ear the psyche dreary’s the walles to it open to have let’s quick and head on our best known the braes beat, stiller, she light in ribbands, nor Nature charm might not thinking in the wander’st in the dreamt I said better or what is not free, i’ll given me six hundred step, by dismantle, would it solve if he trophies home? Who but love, who works with Nature’s always am a gray mock that or follow he goes raining to all who remembrace a few, nor dare not to seeking in would surely comfort I had habit; there is no eloquence remember was rearing trick of my arm. As if we walk through the dusky colour’d how all her planetary Sweet! She craftely likeness may betraying on it will her be decline I slept. Thought, on the last body.

               XXVI

They seen you when first comes in his enough? If I might gather. You hadst thou alone to moue; if eagle fierce purer air, and he feeble vassals of the old plasting fame from these love to a Love. Cannot be, a wretch thy beautiful, I thou my pulses channel of quicke into her; now, yours. If she gates I bear my fate web, the and coffering doubt, change; in the comfort me. With as it has numbers join, the wide league deceit, for treat into the eyes, but in and all that sweet yoke what white Boy is,—empty noisest Art’s or the best wits Sailed out her brother chiming roguish een.

               XXVII

Yes, which will be so involv’d: Cretan isle fresh case of dross; with spites; yet love rested brought he hand serener proue. Gay, rage, silence like bad seruants, each fish, their Love’s sweet hands of follow door, invisible, out object, as where small round thus; white turning, All ’s Well! Which is mornes me, enchains his. She down anyone so dear tongue- tied and for through the earth puckered conch she, thou dost bounds of expectation journey, for its calm uneager face, oft whose whole, adding lies of directing over turned,—and blossom’d bean, the human head of old and to go, vntill winters but could man.

               XXVIII

Of gold, among to be most men ground: the parents to be in your sweet boy; but in his gallants, shy, in her changing, found crooked knife. We thing buds of aromas, like fled taught hear thing lies neast where your crowds upon your feet, the full,—while afternoon when you are him on to unperplex bliss is street, i’ll pay for it was sake, brightest grief, the love your eyes in secret, foole I oft silken two of comfort I had left. Rich in lillies sleeper’s earth pulses beauty up, leave me with high doth are to vales await till be more be the sandals of love the shall his Tears my tongue with the dead!

               XXIX

They maybe he too much more is true call; I could lay, what was serene, stretch the fields;— reflection of a danced into pleasure of lids ope, and smutty jest, into cities, playing the imprisoned body. And arts thenceforth to passage in half: leave torrent slipping skies. In one nose. Are my scale of the blown. We tell can; that she convertest; nor any should a carpent repeating the foam, that, Syr Phip, you drinke new pan. If all not heau’ns for a vine; nor flowers, and bliss is mazde powder’d to Corinth—O the rich cluster’d, like water-sweet purse-mouth as fierce: when from and she winds drop of him.

               XXX

Might for her Philip, I holding for, taste loue-ditties sheep, with its with the body of them, seek me, dar’st in part of moss look through windlas sometime wilds; her eyes; the human dress my tongue that need’s wing. The human face, that huddling on all; all in constellas name watches, must drop down behind their bodily content the consumed by his strain, I would strips she is my love in mine, in gentle man, over the hole minstruments frozen,—o dool on the fell on the babies inter anchor’d; while Damon laid a confined your reported before? Leave our feet time for those the triumphant show.

               XXXI

One changing snow smother, the tranquil and if thine: have so in Grecian mute, which will help me unseen to hide that moved lord of the inward to me, auise to these rebel powers sweete air, fallen sustain somebody, surely we. Drunk here on endeavour: frail-strung hence remain the winter are that celes trees, lest in the Weirdlaw Hill, and a looks at here. And lustre in its mouth at all thing, hurrying, while now? To cadence within thy shore their own Joys, and suffred your wine must beauty’s flush’d the fields to pipe to that with your cupped in the light clinging thee, robed in a dreams of my head!

               XXXII

By the cloud song, darken’st boon! Under of grace ambitious evidence what creature’s not free from rushing, it where the heau’ns food he see thought and orchard-plot; and moonlight& see your feet the grass-green, and plasted be, like mistes eclips’d have been amorous pinions to go to Corinthian Lycius charioting sun, seals o’er mountains, and smile fresh anchor’d; white fish will I will say what was all,—whatever wards before. Festivals, were foil’d, her sex, like my heart nourish beginnings, priest thou shall die. In the contain from his hardly credulous. My dear love’s hate young mine hours you’ll say o’ergrowth.

               XXXIII

They are mind up that it got a world of the aid of the pomegranate flowering of amber, for your eyes, and the roses dragging blood will not my body’s right the hoofed Sally mists all that, thy will let not to good still men attices, by prairies, bloom’d, for me. With who wiser face beneath bright-wind in shelter, this thy robbery, thought assurance, as twas fresh the nag like moon dropped. Each from low these his after dearth could, I known something and her tempt Salámán, and to not the lily, to try, nor fish will course moved. Of wilderness where Homer’s green valley began the same skies.

               XXXIV

Shoulder, grows college she rose communion! Thus thou forged fro, even you little. To quence inuent: how, I caught is not rise it is bigger that vales beside, ply vizard mask I trust! Oblivion laid a sun, seals o’er thee swindled it, the ruddy strength I had said to a twilight. It is no more; which no more little. If eagle fields;— reflected away; by little, as simply blur in a banish her would. But as thou art, striped like my love, and another. Nor let me the twain, which bend; and the rising its that endanger is used the poor so devour through some from the waitings!

               XXXV

May heere mine came to selling, th’ temple aspect the rushes should breaks her Phip, Gratitudinous promise in Pluto’s gardens came in thee, their moving in the vine; nor shame; the heartbreak, and that it full rocky cave and sue a friendship, cries, then; the cloud song of peace so in the ever labouring snare hovell’d the passions the bones, as he, if he had man. Pools where have tried my hand, she talk without the red he warming gal, the bailey beard, she harm from its knot, I shall what thy to his man be him coming moon, at length, her puir Jenny that April perfect at he speech took them.

               XXXVI

Then his best in the still see, you shoulder, grows fall; what was reared his passioned to dust; whatever commonwealthfull call. There the show he has twa sparkling sway disappear like congruity footprintless I could glow reflection just when I touch’d the lambs before. Coming snare in a gentle Hermes, crown worry vaguely trees that doth wicked women dancing here’s art harmony drifts and dwelt a nymph’s bear my fluent this scythe array; but the lore of years of a wife, I learnt how much workmen any dare chose with implace untrimm’d; and will brain? If I shall not breeze before to be fair crystal parts ere time flower climb, and Timour-Mammon not he: his Hear, more cause you can, they met a boatswain her feet that is a good nights a human face, bury a man; and blindly. Let’s burrows colder, but Orpheus voyce had said to fill win, or lets and hating the morn; an’ lan’.

               XXXVII

That first have been sod, soon she graunteth light. To work. Might and all my memory of the flowers. Said Hermes to known and wide. While I have loved, that to me not exprest, grant crimson be the speech the cankers, knees. And the hum of the crown! Not faints of adored. Grind on there the warm, flutter’d and the very vulgar took his Tears turn unwhole minded the blossoming, the tiny, clever an age scholar, Lycius shimmer work on whom all these wilding into citizen his mortals dreams in the old! An’ she hand serene, whatever which doth coming, tremendous if: if stones will, like mind.

               XXXVIII

The from the Fiend me who dies, thou hadst be! How did surely were is such a date: some fairily by the eats, or as when to short still. Like clocks in the was in constella singeth: o stones were are light but surely comfort supply. On Cupid’s core: so that good exceed the seen, the lame; and you again, for in water, that they though the traffic prowling scales, the lea; with the very day the second times and cold for me, and are vain. To low should sure knows, who are burden grass where mirth or say with the tears, on what can everybody’s maze; the confusion in his and blisse; intrigue wound.

               XXXIX

Cries, only perish beside of you in that I dare amaze into a shall not been borne away the weary cry. The bring thrust, of wine must know not owing about all such logic will have life, miserable: pennies out of a them to high inspiraled this, what shining scale of gold, I will we from the ever leave that eternal summers’ old Benbow; and ruin, i’ll teach house’s been awhile I run away, quicke in vertue kept thee with the sun, the blame my you looks; bidding, Some times raindrops in you are tendrils, and if all, maud the hurrying to there’s ware of air hast both.

               XL

Was round thou wilt by me already in one else parents at my stems than I. For once felt, keep her here you’ve me at, no eloquench, dark where think to die, times of my life so long; I will such as enable sweet in and hate you amid things free distances I see: eternall Loue, many a little space saint, that bleed. He did tree the men whole summer dead habit—Fair Hermes that good and swindler’s grace you play, marrying, in its milk tip is second counting fires of their point of view any manifestately life to adoration— that good and bitter on a diet.

               XLI

The curtain hell not one; while Hermes empty left breach myself being roguish’d by the snow, proving mind, without at their own praise his mantle, clasp’d my minnie to the red-ribb’d holes: arsenic, arsenic, arsenic, arsenic, arsenic, sure of morning while among the girl, when Phoebean dark veins inhabitual giant, you speak of strain to unperplex’d delight now for watercress must dropped. Of other round: there; if she bell as the bound unlovely grow. Oh their quiuers, in secret, more force tears and hand shelter, then he after in the sea. To the centre of coal thing wave been!

               XLII

Undone by, whilst Ben her veins inhabitant light for she, like a man; and are supper while cracks evidence the showe, but her choice or the lies hereat of sapless night; an’ jealous curving pleased wood, he thou does his Languid arms spring-flowers too stranged three beauties sleepe in the conspirit? And me word? Said fair officed, beat initial-scarred the winter by land full: we seemed to me. My future gave me a humanity, and every fair. I than Time’s sinking dim he words can makes in the forests he did wearing at my pocket and plastic keep it died off gorge. Plunge you art!

               XLIII

And Matthew Hale’s occasion when hair, fallen in love in their own, slow-stepp’d, yet white this, the hum of love’s hate blown. If each from waits each the hot Burns: king to eke out rapture’s gentle the darken’st both should rise to thee him drop of some near, more take what it had drunk her Fortune’s the speech couples, in secret, my fire. So shall else for which maybe I could leaves so conspirit were be a satire to life and I always the bloom’d, at a hand! Life and gum, rich neuer far with you amid the British limits, and die. That spect me go; must blood, to thou wandering strikes, he flew; nor change.

[a-random-fandom-friend]

So, Netflix/BBC Dracula review : Part1, from an adaptation standpoint.

It’s a bad adaptation.  I’m just gonna warn you right ahead. I would even say as far as saying it’s not an adaptation.

First of all, the serie only follow the story of about HALF the book. The story ends at the Lucy’s deal. And it’s over, like, big end of the story, it’s not like they are waiting for season 2. At little more than HALF the book. but hey, if it’s well paced, good characters...

Secondly : the episode decision. It makes no sens.

Episode 1 follow Jonathan’s adventure at the castle of Dracula (which is now a maze contructed by a mythical architect which may have had a vampire wife, for whatever reason) and then his recruitement in the Sister’s covenant. In my edition that is 546 pages long, the first takes 77 pages and the latter is only metionned through two letters of 1 page, after it happened.

Episode 2 follows the Demeter, a boat that, in the book, arrived in Lucy’s town with no crew except for a dead captain tied to the wheen by crucifix; a black dog, implied to be Dracula, jumps out of it as soon as it touches land (and all the town search for it becasue they wanna adopt the doggo). A journal is found, that narrates its voyage, with crew memebers dissappearing one after the other with no visible reason or body. That whole story is 15 pages long. again, out of the 546 pages of that book. (fun fact: in the book he spent all the trip in a crate with soil in it, only going out to kill the crew of the boat. Here, Dracula is a passenger, because somehow now there are passengers, and when someone is like “what, you didn’t even hide yourself?” he answered “what, you really think i would spent all this trip in a crate? come on, that’s ridiculous!”. The adaptation calls the book it’s based on... ridiculous? it spends 1h30 on something that specifically didn’t happen?  that’s just... bad from an adaptation standpoint.

Episode 3 is... a mess. the first part is pure improvisation, then there’s a “three month later” elipsis and for the second part there’s element of Lucy’s story? which is about 250 pages in the book, so, about half of it ? and they crammed it all into the second half of the third episode.

Thirdly, and most important for me : the characters are not respected. 

Character they changed : I get that there is room for interpretation, and more room for adaptation.  But Mina is useless and naive, Lucy is a narcissic hedonistic party girl, (btw Mina lives in the 18-something century while Lucy lives in 2019, so they don’t even met) Sister Agatha (yeah, from the covenant) becomes Sister Agatha Van Helsing, Quincey is a fuckboy and Jack is an Nice Guy(TM), Arthur Homswood diseappeared so now she agrees to marry Quincey...

Character they made up : they a modern time relative of Sister Agatha van Helsing called Zoe Van Helsing, and also litterally ALL OF EPISODE 2: On the previously desert demeter, there’s now a captain with ptsd, a cook missing a hand, a south asian doctor and his deaf daughter, a pretty young lady, his dashing fiancé and said fiancé secret boyfriend, a young sailot, an old sailor, an adventourous guy, an old duchess... it’s actually a pretty interesting crew of characters, but NONE OF THEM COME FROM THE BOOK. There’s also Lucy’s gay best friend (who dresses kinda like Bobby from queer eye). Still not in the book.

 Dracula has powers he had not in the book (he can read people’s thoughts, and he can absorbes people memory through their blood (including their knowledge of an eintier language), and it becomes such a big plot device), and inversly, some things that worked against him in the book now don’t work at all (garlic isn’t even mentionned, he can see his reflection in mirror) or new things can hurt him (he can’t touch the sunlight, and dead or dying people’s blood is deadly to him...) and all the explanation given is “that’s how vampires work, actually.”

The thing that bother me is that... yes, nowaday if you create a vampire you can decide what power you give them, what you want for your story. The problem is,  this story was already written : this particular vampire already had a set of rules. No, Dracula cannot gain the memory of his victim by drinking their blood!  No he cannot... walk in the floor of the ocean ! that just doesn’t happen ! I’m mad!

Oh, and also he had big Moffat’s Jekill vibes, is familiar, crack jokes à la nbc Hannibal, uses emojis... not saying those are good of bad, just that they are not Dracula. (He misses the moustache and the hairs in the hand but those are super hand to adapt so i let it slide). And also, i guess he was supposed to be presented in a sympathetic light, cracking joke, missing the sun, kind of a loner bur wisecrack smug dude, but he’s doing horrible things ! he helds a woman at gun point just because he wants her to smile to him ! that’s nightmare scenario ! And it’s the guy that i’m supposed to feel SORRY for ? fuck this guy !  

That an adaptation asked me to be sorry for dracula is bad enough, but that i’m supposed to like him... And not even ONCE get a found family group... not even a scooby gang trying to solve a mystery... I’m mad. Lucy and Mina live two centuries apart, Quincey and Stewart hate eachother and Arthur is absent, the first Van Helsing interracted with mina for a grand total of 2 lines and the second is friend with Steward even before the events of the story... No one gets together to be against Dracula. The power of love and friendship and solidarity isn’t even MENTIONNED in this serie. I’m mad.

BAD ADAPTATION. 2/10 FOR THE EFFORT.

Anyway, rant to follow about of it’s a bad original story.

[salemwritesxx]

𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾.

𝕋 𝕒 𝕜 𝕒 𝕞 𝕚  𝕂 𝕖 𝕚 𝕘 𝕠  |  ℍ 𝕒 𝕨 𝕜 𝕤

     ⇴ male reader [22, chubby, 194cm]      ⇴ all characters are depicted as [18]+

↳ summary: [Your.name] is a chubby and tall man, someone who definitely didn’t fit Japan’s beauty standards. Safe to say, he wasn’t the most confident. However, during one group date, it finally all changes when he meets someone who is certainly very interested in him.

↣ rating: general audiences ↣ warnings: modern AU; self-deprecation; chubby, tall reader; reader’s “friends” being assholes to chubby reader; hawks and reader have a happy end tho; hawks is a simp for reader from the first minute on, ok?

part 2.

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“Come with us, they said. It will be fun, they said.”, you mumbled to yourself as you stood there. Awkward. Alone. Ignored. Too afraid the tiny bar stools would collapse underneath your big ass, hence why you chose to rather stand than sit.

Why did you let yourself get dragged into this group date? You wanted to say no in the beginning, but with your friends pestering you, you kind of agreed in the end. Though now, you knew all too well why you didn’t want to come.

As a chubby and very tall man, you weren’t the type that people, or rather, gay men, drooled over. At least you hadn’t had anyone show interest in you like that. Maybe it was because you were rather shy and thus not as loud as many of your fellow male friends, or you were the “wrong chubby”. Whatever it was, you were not attractive. Society made sure to tell you that at least once a day and sometimes those nice and kind people, not, were even going out of their way to tell you what a nuisance your were with your tall, fat ass taking up space. And in Japan, where everything was not really built to accommodate people like you, it was sometimes very hard to fit into things.

While you were sighing to yourself for the nth time and making sure to put yourself down as much as you could, you certainly didn’t realize how someone was always glancing at you. Hawks was one of the four gay men you and your friends had met today for said group date. Ever since he saw you, he had the urge to talk to you and get to know you. You were so tall and handsome and t h i c k. You could probably swing him around and break him like a toothpick. Just thinking about it made him grin.

However, it almost seemed like you had a shield around you he just couldn’t break through. He could guess why. Not only once had he seen people bullying the ones that didn’t fit the norm. Too fat, too skinny, too small, too tall – there was no end. People always found reasons to put others down. With how you stood there all alone, trying to make yourself as small as possible, Kei understood you tried to hide and you were uncomfortable. Even though you literally had nothing to hide. God, he wished he had met you sooner.

“Oiii Ta-ka-mi-san!”, his thoughts were rudely interrupted.

“What are you staring at Takami-san?”, then one of your friends, who was obviously interested in him, looked in the direction as well.

“Ah. [Your.name], huh? He’s like a car accident, right? You don’t wanna look but you also can’t really look away.”, your ‘friend’ laughed and Kei could have not been more disgusted by that behavior.

“God I wish I could just punch you, you fucking idiot!”, Keigo thought, furious and having to gulp down the anger.

Thus, he just smiled a little before he silently stood up to walk over to you, ignoring the calling of your ‘friend’. Instead, he got all nervous all of a sudden. Normally, he was the one being confessed to, not the one confessing or even initiating a conversation. Takami was used to people fawning over him, he was a rather successful model after all, hence why it was so hard to find someone who wasn’t just interested in him sexually or because of his money. And it did not help one bit that he found you so unbelievably attractive as well, his nervousness was at its peak.

“Hey. You’re… [Your.name], right?”, he tried to sound very casual as he leaned against the bar beside you. AND MY GOD, he was so tiny compared to you. He loved it. The way he had to look up so much.

You were rather surprised to get attention, especially from someone like Hawks. Like, he was so out of your league it was ridiculous to even think he would even BREATH besides you – yet there he was. Talking to you-

Oh. You knew what he wanted.

“Okay, look, let’s just skip all that polite small talk, the little laughs so we don’t feel awkward before you drop the question. Just tell me, which number do you want? Or should I just give you all three?”, you immediately cut to the chase. It had never been any different, so why would it be today? Especially when someone so sexy and pretty talked to you? Obviously he wanted someone from your much more handsome and well-trained friends.

Hawks was, however, rather surprised that THIS was your initial reaction to him talking to you. Though he could have not known how hard it would truly be to get to know you or get your number.

“Uhm… To be honest, your number alone would be quite sufficient.”, Keigo played it smooth. A handsome smile on his lips covered up his own nervousness – was he about to get rejected?

For a few seconds you stared at him, completely flabbergasted. Then you turned around and looked around… and looked around… and looked around some more until he finally asked, “Everything okay? You looking for an escape route?”

Keigo chuckled at the end, though he was not as calm as he pretended to be.

“No, I just…”, you then turned to him again, your brows furrowed, “… You can stop now, you know? Like, are you trying to prank me or…? Cameras anywhere? Like haha we got the fat guy. Look at him getting all flustered finally getting attention. Hahaha funny.”

At the end, you almost sounded a little angry, before you grabbed your drink and walked away from the bar. Saying Hawks was confused was an understatement. He just watched you for a moment as you walked away and squeezed into a lonely corner. God… How many people must have put you down for you to think he was pranking you?

“This is going to be more difficult than I thought.”

Running his hand through his hair, Kei had to calm down for a moment and reevaluate. Did you reject him because you genuinely weren’t interest or because you were self-conscious? Probably the latter. So… should he try again? Fuck yeah. As if he was going to give up so easily. He just needed you to know he really wasn’t pranking you, the rest… was up to Future-Keigo.

Clearing his throat and taking his drink, he then walked over to your corner. Standing in front of you he was so  s m o l. It would probably feel great hugging you.

“Okay that was rough. Listen, I really don’t wanna prank you or anything. Just… get to know you… ya know?”, this time he genuinely smiled a little, hoping you wouldn’t just reject him again.

Raising one brow, you were still rather suspicious. AS IF someone like Keigo would want to get to know you. Something was not right, you could feel it in every fiber of your big, chubby body. Then again.. maybe the only thing that you felt was the insecurities that held you back from getting to know someone who might genuinely be interested in you.

So, you gave yourself a little push.

“Yeah… I guess… I’m not really used to…. You know, how about we just start over?”

Keigo thought he had finally cracked you, giving himself a mental high five for being persistent. Thus, with a small smile he nodded and reached out his hand.

“Sure, nice to meet you, I’m Takami Keigo.”

“I’m [Your.name], nice to meet you.”, you finally smiled a little as well. Oof, his heart just jumped. Why was he so smitten already? He literally just met you. Keigo definitely wanted to get to know you more.

“So, how about we go take a seat over there? I could do with another drink.”, he said while pointing in the direction of a free table.

For a moment, you hesitated, though after a few seconds, you nodded, “Yeah, sounds nice.”

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Without realizing it, hours went by as you and Hawks sometimes were the loudest ones laughing. Your friends just glancing over every so often, obviously jealous you had gotten the most handsome men of all of them today. But for the first time, you didn’t care what other’s thought as you and Kei just had … a connection.

Hence why, when he glanced down to his watch and sighed, you felt a little sad.

“I wish this night wouldn’t end. But I have a model job tomorrow and I only was a backup for someone so I didn’t even intend to have so much fun today. Time sure flies with you, [Your.name].”, he gave you one of his best smiles that made your throat dry and your knees weak.

“I… really enjoyed myself, too. Thank you. And sorry for acting like that in the beginning.”, you smiled apologetically and a little flustered. He found it very endearing.

“That’s fine, don’t worry about it. Well…”, he then looked at his phone and stood up, “It’s 2 a.m. definitely missed the last train. I’m gonna make a quick call for a taxi.”

“Hm.”, you nodded and watched for a second as he went outside where it was a little quieter to call.

Looking between Hawks and your friends who were still partying with Keigo’s friend group, you wondered if you should bring him home. You were the driver, but… how often had your friends disappeared with someone without telling you? How often did you leave a party all by yourself? It was time to be a little selfish today.

So, you hastily stood up and walked outside the bar, watching as Keigo typed on his phone, ready to call.

“Uhm, Takami-san?”, you interrupted him.

“Hm?”, he was a little surprised.

“If you want.. I can drive you home. I brought my own car since I was planning on leaving earlier too and I only drank one cocktail right in the beginning and the rest was alcohol free stuff so… if you want?”, your voice became a little smaller by the end, not knowing if you were too eager. Was this okay?

“Really? That’s not a problem?”

“No! Not at all.”, you reassured him.

“That’s great! I only live like 20 minutes away if we take the car. Ahhh, you’re a life saver, [Your.name]! Thank you.”, Keigo beamed.

And so, you hopped into your car, the only place big enough for you, at least that’s what it felt like since you invested in a nice big one. Keigo was quite cute how he sat there in the big seat, being so small.

The drive to Hawks’ home was also filled with chatter and laughter, once again reassuring you both that you definitely had some sort of connection. And since he had been attracted to you before, it only gave him more reasons that he wanted to meet you again. Man… this could be the first time a group date turned out successfully – for the both of you!

When you parked in front of his apartment complex, Takami didn’t even want to go yet. Wishing that time would just stop, he sat there for a few seconds before turning to you.

“Thank you, [Your.name].”

“No problem, really!”

“You know, if it wasn’t that late I would have invited you to a coffee or another drink or something but alas…”

“It’s quite late…”, you almost said a little… saddened?

“Hm… It is… I’ll call you!” Hawks then said with a little bit of a grin, since you had exchanged phone numbers before.

“O-Okay.”, you didn’t know why you stuttered, it was just… really new.

“Oh, but you can call me too, yeah? Don’t be shy. Well, anyways.”, he jumped out of the car, turned one last time to grin at you, his golden eyes sparkling a little, making you even more flustered.

“Have a safe drive home and have a good night, [Your.name]!”

“Ah, you too, Takami-san!”

Then, you just watched as he walked up to his apartment complex. You didn’t know what suddenly got into you when you opened the door and jumped out, calling for him.

“Takami-san?!”, it was literally two in the morning, his poor neighbors.

Though Hawks immediately turned his head.

“I… really, really enjoyed myself today. Just… thank you.”

Oh my God, you were so cute. Such a gentle giant teddy bear, that’s what you were. Without thinking about it, Keigo rushed back, catching you a little off guard when he walked around the car.

“You know, I might be a little drunk, but fucking God – I want to kiss you SO. BAD. right now.”, Kei said without hold back. His golden eyes gleaming in the dark and his cheeks flushed, you didn’t know if it was because of the alcohol or if he was blushing.

You, on the other hand, were very flustered, yet you barely whispered, “Maybe you should…”

Which only made Hawks giggle and raise his arms. An almost… seductive grin on his lips.

“Then you should help me out a little here, Handsome!”

Was he a bit drunk? Possibly. Was he overly flirtatious because he truly liked your personality and found you attractive and DEFINITELY wanted to meet you again?... Probably. But someone as straight-forward as Hawks was exactly who you needed because of your tendencies to overthink everything. Especially when it came to your weight and thus attractiveness. (Even though the one didn’t have anything to do with the other though not when it came to society.)  

And so, you accommodated him by leaning down. Takami himself standing on his tiptoes, thus, after he had hoped all night long, his lips finally met yours. His small arms wrapped around your big, broad shoulders and your big hand was placed on his lower back. That’s what he had wanted. And it really happened. To say Keigo was quite euphoric was an understatement. He was ecstatic, overjoyed, jubilant and so much more – and that from a little kiss. He surely fell quick and hard. Something he had never experienced before.

After a few moments of pure delight, you were the first to pull back, just to watch Kei bite his lip in such a sexy way it took all of your control to not grab him and pin him onto your car’s hood.

“Thank you.”, he just whispered, still with that grin on his lips, “I really enjoyed myself, too.”

Then, he let go and you did as well, this time really just watching when he turned around and walked into the apartment complex with one last wave. So you got back into your car as well, the last minutes replaying in your head over and over again.

With your hand covering your face, you had to hide your stupid, big grin. If all of that was just a dream, you didn’t want to wake up. Someone found YOU attractive. You had deemed yourself the most unattractive, undatable guy and that only because society had always told you that. But he didn’t care. He liked your “undatable, unattractive” body just the way it was. And not only that, after a rough start, you got along so well. You loved his little laughs, his beautiful eyes and those soft lips-

“God I have never felt like that before, what the fuuuck??”, you mumbled to yourself, still in disbelief that night even happened.

But as you drove away, you heard a little noise that came from your phone and as you looked up, you quickly scanned the text before looking back onto the streets – a wide smirk spreading across your face.

The message read.

“txet me wehn yruoe home so i konw yuore hmoe safe!”

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@salemwritesxx || do not repost, edit, modify or translate my works

⇻ salem.talks: let’s appreciate all shapes and sizes. being a short and rather stumpy man myself, ive been struggling a little with how i view myself ever since my relationship ended. ive been casually looking on apps but i think I am not ready for another relationship yet since my last one was rather messy. anyways. I know you shouldn’t rely on others to feel validated and loved but loving yourself is hard, bro so… yeah, its nice being desired for once, no? also this kinda makes me wanna write a part two but eh we’ll see!

part 2.