#two dudes look at each other and have a conversation ONCE: they are gay

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When you ship a guy and a girl: "Eww. Why can't a guy and a girl be friends? They are besties, they are are like siblings."

When you ship a two dudes/chicks that have a close friendship and are like siblings or hate each other: "Yassss! The gays!"

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"A Dancing Rockstar."

➵ PAIRING! cc!lvjy!wilbur x cc!reader

➵ CREATING! 12.8.23 | 1978 words

➵ CONTAINING! party with the qsmp members, brief mention of FitMC and JaidenAnimations, Tubbo being a drunk wingman, reader and wilbur are drunkk, dancing :o

➵ SAYING! hihi guess who tryna get back into writing! I started on this fic like.. a while ago but since this prompt one the poll here it is :))! hope yall enjoy and sorry i been leaving yall hanging i love yall mwa mwa

My masterlist :)

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I wasn’t much for parties, but if you passed me a couple shots of vodka and some damn good music then maybe I could get down to a song or two.

The party was getting loud and heavy. Bodies were sloshing around the dance floor, music rumbled the whole room, and silhouettes could only be defined in blue and pink. I sat on the couch, clutching my glass as I watched my friends dance while laughing and holding each other close. It was interesting watching from afar— seeing these people I had only met months prior in a Minecraft server now here and present before me having the time of their lives.

It was safe to say I knew most of the people here— it is a QSMP party plus some guests after all. I’d like to think I’ve talked to every single member there is to the server, whether they would be frequently active or log in every once in a while, but there was someone in this party I was dying to get to know. Though he only logged in for at max a month, he had a daughter, posed as a son under Phil, and even had some sort of gay romance with Quackity.

You know who I’m talking about.

The myth.

The legend.

“—Wilbur! Pass me another glass, would you?”

Yup. William fucking Gold.

He was here by convenience. Lovejoy was in the city for his worldwide tour and it just so happen that the stars aligned for him (and maybe a bit in my favor too) to be here.

I constantly glanced at him— He stood there next to the bar area and never really left that specific spot. His shoulder was pressed against the pillar wall while his other arm held his red solo cup. Every so often one of his friends would come up to him and spark up a conversation before retreating with other friends. Not Wilbur though. He remained firm in his position at all times, and his eyes would sometimes lurk amongst the dancing bodies. Maybe he was looking for an excuse to join in, but never really found his little reason.

I felt the weight of the sofa shift as someone took their seat next to me. It was Tubbo, who looked wasted, but had some sort of consciousness in him still. His arms sprawled out as he sunk into the cushions, letting out a loud sigh.

“Whewww! I am so… Dizzy…” He exhaled. I rolled my eyes before turning my direction toward him.

“That’s sorta your fault for drinking so much.” I commented. He puffed out his cheeks while squinting at me.

“Psh, I’m a big man now. I know what I’m doing.” He scoffed. “How about you? Doesn’t look like you’re doing much. You’re usually my party buddy here!” He exclaimed, sitting up.

I sighed. “I mean yeah. I guess I’m just a little buzzed.” I shrugged, my gaze leading itself back to Wilbur. His long limb wrapped around the pillar and his cup was now placed on a surface. His mind was occupied with the phone he was clutching in his hand. My head tilted a little at the sight and without realizing, a little smile was forming on my face. This sparked Tubbo’s curiosity.

“Don’t tell me you’re looking at..—” Before Tubbo could say anything else, I whipped my head around, causing him to nearly choke laughing. “NO WAY—! ARE YOU CRUSHING ON—?”

“BE QUIET! “I squealed. I jumped toward him and put him in a headlock while using my other hand to cover his mouth as I muffled his obnoxious laughter.

“Dude, shut up! It’s not that big of a deal—” Tubbo broke out of my grasp, sitting up and staring at me.

“Alright, so if it’s not that big of a deaaaal—” without a second to spare, he raced off of the couch and darted towards Wilbur, becoming a near foggy vision under the LED lights. My heart skipped a beat as I desperately stumbled after him. I burst through the dancing crowd, nearly slipping because of the sleek tile floor.

“TUBBO YOU BITCH!” I screamed. But it was too late. By the time I yanked the boy by the shoulder, he was already grinning sinisterly at the sight of Wilbur’s flustered expression. I pushed Tubbo aside, now putting me in the position where I was right in front of the man.

“Uh…” I croaked out. A part of me wanted to just crawl into a hole and die at this point.

Wilbur chuckled, leaning his head against the pillar while smiling down at me.

“Hey there. So uh.. What was Tubbo talking about..?” he asked, slightly side eyeing Tubbo, who was losing his shit laughing while clutching Fit.

“D-don't mind him! He was just kidding haha!” I tried to nervously laugh it off, but under the dancing lights I was a heated red mess. I glanced behind him, realizing there were spare cups and glasses of alcohol. Without thinking, I moved past him and swiftly poured my own shot before frantically gulping it down.

The alcohol burned my throat, but luckily it was quick to loosen me up. I whipped my head back to Wilbur, who had a mixed expression of shocked amusement.

“Wanna dance?” I quickly offered, holding out my hand. I knew I wasn’t thinking this true, but what else could I say to break the ice?

“I.. Uh.. sure..—?! Ah—!” without letting him get another word out, I grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor while occasionally bumping into the large groups of people. Some even took a double take at the sight of me dragging Wil.

Holy shit, this is so embarrassing. I thought. But I was far too gone to pull away. I turned around to face him now, bobbing a little bit to the music. He looked down at me, and with the red to his cheeks and the blue light shining down on him, his face was a sweet purple. The sight tugged at my heartstrings, and I felt my knees going weak.

If anything, I needed another shot. I turned to Tubbo, who was watching us with Jaiden and Fit. With my hand, I held up my thumb and pinky and held it close to my lips, indicating that I needed a drink. I watched as Tubbo ran off, leaving Fit and Jaiden confused. Chuckling a little bit, I turned back around to look at Wilbur.

He was sort of bobbing around, moving to the beat of the music. It was obvious that both of us weren’t completely feeling it, but all I needed was one shot and maybe I could help him start feeling the vibe. I watched as his lanky arms swayed from side to side.

I smiled a little. “Not much of a dancer?” I asked. Bashfully, he shook his head no. As if on queue, Tubbo ran up behind me, shoving a plastic cup into my grasp. Turning away from Wilbur, I brought the brim to my lips and chugged down the rugged taste. The alcohol rushed through my throat and into my nerves like poison, but I was back into the game. I shoved the cup back into Tubbo’s grasp and whispered him a quick thank you.

As if on instinct, my hands were on Wilbur’s hips, making him yelp in surprise. I picked up our pace, swaying to the beat of the music. Wil fumbled a little, not sure what to do besides move his torso with my consistent guidance. I decided to help him out, and as our hips grooved, I moved his hands onto my hips and rested my hands on his shoulders.

“Come on, you got this.” I smirked. A spark of boldness flamed in my chest, and the look on Wilbur’s face was my gasoline. He took one of my arms and backed away a bit to twirl me in place before holding my waist with his forearm, dipping me down so that my hair touched the glowing floor.

“I-I don’t even know your name!” He chuckled.

“Well..—” He pulled me back up, but I still remained close to his face. “Call me (y/n).”

We continued to dance to the music with our bodies intertwined. His leg was in between my legs. My arm was wrapped around his neck. His hand was on my hip. Our other hands were intertwined. It felt dangerous to be so close to stranger like this, but shit, did it feel right. For all hell, he could’ve been a mass murderer and I’m his next prey.. Although.. Looking into those eyes, I’m no better than a mouse falling for cheese on a trap.

“So how’d you meet Quackity?” He asked.

“Oh, we go way back to when we went to college together. He was a busy ass kid, but we bonded through those late night cramming sessions.” I chuckled. “How about you?”

“Ah, we used to do similar content like years ago on Youtube, then we got put into the same minecraft server, bonded outside of the server, and the rest is history.” He smiled. “It’s crazy seeing how far he’s come though— Y’know, creating a whole server full of people from all over the world and all.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty crazy.” I laughed. “How about you? Heard you were a whole rockstar.”

“Pfff— rockstar?” He scoffed. “Don’t boost my ego now.”

“Oh, come on! You’re hardly on the server. It’s really the only explanation you have.”

“Well, yeah, I guess so—”

“Hey lovebirds!” Tubbo butted his head between me and Wilbur. “Are you guys having fun getting to know each other?” He chirped. He clasped his hands together and brought them near his cheek, giggling at the sight of us together.

I pulled away from Wilbur before playfully shoving Tubbo away. “Shut up!” I exclaimed. He only cackled in response before disappearing into the crowd yet again. Before I could chase after him, I felt a pair of hands grip the sides of my waist, pulling me close to his chest.

“Come on, it’s not his fault.” Wilbur whispered in my ear, the alcohol near apparent in his voice. It took Tubbo’s outburst to make me realize we were wasted and dancing the night away with Wil equally as drunk as me. I tilted my head up and sighed, taking comfort in his wobblily smile.

“Let’s get out of here, yeah? I saw there’s a gas station near by. We can get a couple snacks and walk around the city.” I reached up, cupping his face with one of my hands.

“Hm, sounds like a plan to me.” Wilbur smiled back.

Though we spent the rest of the night with him drunkenly talking about any random historical fact his mind came up with, or the outrageous stories he had while on tour, tonight it really did found like I found someone like no other. Someone who knows how to dance with me without even knowing my name. Someone I would confide in telling my life story to. Someone I could maybe, just maybe, fall in love with.

So, did I thank a hangover 19 year boy the next morning afterward? Yes, yes I did.

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a / n ~ hope yall enjoyeddd :D reblogs, replies, notes of all kind super duper appreciated YIPPIEE

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Mystery Girl

A/N: hello my luvs! I am happy to say that I am finally back. I had decided to take a break from writing due to school being a bit overwhelming, but overtime I have come up with a lot of new stuff to share with you all! And for now, I'll continue to deliver current and future requests sitting in my mail cause i love doing those for ya'll so, by all means, enjoy!

Genre: Fluff, slight crack

Rindou x Reader

Everyone could agree that Tenjiku, along with its four heavenly kings, were made of the strongest and, quite literally, the most brutal gangsters of the S-62 generation. However, within the gang, everyone could only see each other as nothing more than a bunch of idiotic misfits. 

For example, in the eyes of their fellow gang members, the Haitani brothers may be the supreme rulers of roppongi, but deep down they were just two siblings who got on each other's nerves and made it everyone else’s problem.

It was no secret that the older Haitani was a menace to his little brother and took every opportunity he had to tease Rindou. At first, it was annoying, but over time, it was like daily entertainment for Tenjiku to watch the two brothers bicker. 

Today was no different. 

Rindou was peacefully slouching along one of the beat up couches of their dingy warehouse hideout, eyes glued to his phone, while Ran stared holes into the back of his brother’s blonde and blue locks. The silent question bubbling in his mind: what is he doing so long on his phone? 

This matter particularly disturbed the Haitani, since his brother was less of a socialite, especially when it came to social media. Yet, here he was, messages open, while texting an unknown individual that HE didn’t know about? This was indeed quite odd. 

“Rindou,” he calls. 

No answer, just the sound of his thumbs tapping against the device’s screen.

Huffing, he calls once more, “Rindouuu.” Still nothing.

“What could he be so fixated on?” Kakucho voices next to the older Haitani.

“I don’t know, but I don’t like how this person is getting all this attention from my little brother.” 

That’s when the lightbulb goes off, sparking an idea from the older brother’s mind, his signature mischievous smile spreading on his lips. Sighing in pity, all Kakucho could do was watch as Ran carried out his usual wicked deeds towards his little brother.

One swipe was all it took to snatch Rindou’s phone from his hands, which he quickly responds with an empty grasp of air.

“What the fuck Ran?!”

Ran ignores his sibling as he takes a closer look at his current messages to the unknown stranger. He gasps, and there’s a temporary silence that swells in the air.

“Who is it from?” Izana questions, turning everyone’s curiosity to the brothers.

“R-ran, give it back dammit!” Rindou growls, trying to land a hit on his brother but failing miserably.

Squinting at the bright screen, he takes a moment to register the conversation. His eyes widened,“It’s…”

Izana raises a brow “It’s?”

Ran clears his throat, “….it’s from…a girl?”

The gang was silent, mildly in shock, as they turned to the currently blushing dual-colored younger brother.

“Wait Rindou…,” Mochi voices, breaking the intense silence, “since when do you talk to girls?” he questions.

“Damn straight!” Ran says. “And more importantly, why didn’t you tell your dear big bro?” he whines, throwing a puppy look in his direction.

“Cause’ it's none of your damn business!” Rindou groans, snatching his phone back from his menacing brother’s clutches.

“I always thought the dude was more on the other side of the fence…if you catch my drift,” Shion says in wonder, while Mucho nods in agreement as he glances at Sanzu.

 “I AM NOT GAY!” Rindou shouts, heat growing to his cheeks. “And even if I was, I would rather take the information to my grave than tell any of you idiots.” 

“That’s rather offensive Rindou.” Kakucho frowns, folding his arms and shooting him a pointed look. “We may have our differences, but we’re a gang. Comrades, actually. You could’ve at least said something.” 

“What he said,” Ran interjects, throwing a thumb over to Kakucho beside him.

“So who is it you are talking to that has your undivided attention,” questioned Izana.

Ah, the big question.

Everyone stares, waiting for an answer from Rindou.

He sighs dejectedly as his shoulders slump.

“You know what…you guys already know too much anyway so I might as well…” pinching the bridge of his nose, he breathes in deeply. “She’s my girlfriend.”

Safe to say everyone was completely dumbfounded by the news. 

Especially Ran.

“OH THE HORROR,” he cries dramatically, hand clutching his over his heart as he raises a hand over his head.

“Well…that was…unexpected.” Mutters Kakucho.

“Didn’t think he had it in him.” Mochi shrugs.

Just as fast as the comments swirled, so did the questions as well.

“So…what’s she like?” Shion asks.

Now everyone had huddled around the couch where Rindou had seated himself back on, as he continued to text you. 

“An angel from heaven,” he quickly slaps a hand on his mouth. 

“Gross.” Shion sticks out his tongue. 

“You really are smitten huh?” Ran quips, grinning like a fool. 

“Please, shut up.” 

Bzzz!

y/n: you mind if I drop by? I wanna see you before I go home.

Rindou smiles.

Rindou: Sure babe, I’m at the hideout. I’d like to introduce you to the gang if that’s all right?

y/n: sure! On my way  <333

“She’ll be here soon, so stop asking me about her already. You guys are annoying,” Rindou shoots glares at everyone before going back to staring at his phone. 

“Rin rin? Are you here?” you called out sweetly, voice reverberating throughout the rusty walls of the warehouse. 

Everyone pipes up at the new voice, with Rindou being the first to greet you with open arms and softness in his smile. You run towards him, crashing against him as your arms immediately encircle around his waist, burying your face into the warmth of his tenjiku uniform. 

“Rin! I’ve missed you!” 

“I’ve missed you too bubs,” he mumbles in your hair, planting a kiss on your crown. 

“ ‘Bubs’?! Rindou what the fuck type of lovey dovey shit are you on dude?!” Shion cackles from behind.  

However, it isn’t long before he is face-to-face with you, slack jawed at your beautiful appearance.

Before he could even hit you with one of his newest pick up lines, he immediately hits the ground, face smooshed into the harsh, dirt floor with an imprint of fist on his exposed cheek.

Meanwhile, you stood above him, your once soft gaze now darkened with a menacing aura surrounding you. 

“Don’t you dare talk shit about my boyfriend you prick. You got something to say, you say it to my fuckin’ face.”

The sudden change in attitude was one thing, but having the ability to knock out Shion was different. Especially a girl.

“Did she just…knock out Shion?” 

“Way to state the obvious Kakucho.” Izana mocks, grinning at the misfortune of an unconscious Shion.

“Rindou, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DUDE!”

Ran gasps, pointing an accusing finger at his little brother. “She’s beautiful AND can fight?”

“At least she isn’t like his previous relationships where he ends up getting used or dumped.”

The blatant statement wasn’t too far off either. Ever since Mucho had joined Tenjiku, he had taken notice to Rindou’s frequent change in women overtime in the gang.

Shrugging, he ignores the whole scene while continuing his game of shogi with Sanzu.

“Alright, enough you guys!” Rindou sighs, walking over to you and embracing you from behind. 

“Sweetheart, please don’t worry about them, this is normal. No need to get upset,” he whispers, kissing the shell of your ear. You pout, turning to face your boyfriend. “Rindou, if I were you, I’d beat their asses, but since it’s fine with you then it’s fine with me.”

Nodding, Rindou kisses you on the forehead, smiling sweetly. “Thanks beautiful.”

“You two mind go getting a room, because I can’t stand that new couple shit. Makes me nauseous.” Mochi groans.

“Agreed,” everyone said in unison.

[artificial-transmutations]

Two sides of the same coin - Buddies

"Yoooo Pete!", Tom shouted across the whole gym floor. He had just spotted his workout partner and waved.

"Hey! What's up?", Peter called back from where he was working out.

Tom walked towards him, wearing only his red gym shorts, showing off his toned body. Both of them would qualify for the dictionary entry of "jock": Both were young men in their twenties who met over their obsession with working out, drinking and picking up girls. Tom was the larger one of them both and had medium length blonde dyed hair, while Peter was half a head shorter and not quite as bulky as Tom. Still, both of them had definitely bodies that turned a lot of heads - and they knew that well.

"Are you doing anything later?", Tom asked the other jock after they had said hello with a short hug. Emphasis was on short, of course, since neither of them wanted to come across as gay.

"I don't think so," replied Peter. "Why?"

"Care for a post-workout beer?" suggested Tom.

"Sure." Peter responded, "But we will have to earn that first!"

"Yeah, let's go work out some more then," agreed Tom enthusiastically.

The workout was long and intense, with Tom and Peter spotting for each other in tandem. Back in the locker room, as Peter was waiting for Tom to finish his shower - the gym showers were pretty small and there was a mutual understanding between them that they would absolutely not shower together, that was gay shit - he spotted something on the floor under a bench. Curious, he bent down and picked it up: It was an old coin that looked like a silver dollar or maybe even a quarter.

"Nice", he said to himself and pocketed the coin, not realizing it vanished once he put it in his pocket. Tom finished his shower quickly afterwards and they both headed for Tom's apartment. It was close to the gym and a good place to enjoy a beer.

As usual, when they entered the apartment, it was sparkly clean. Both buddies were neat-freaks, and it was way easier to bring home girls that way. Peter flopped down on the designer couch and looked expectantly at Tom. "You mentioned beer?"

"Yeah, sure," Tom answered, going into the kitchen and opening the fridge door. He pulled out two bottles of cold beer and handed one bottle to Peter. "Cheers!" They clinked their bottles and took a sip.

Peter liked this kind of beer very much: It wasn't too bitter but still full of flavor. "So how are things with your new neighbor?", he made casual conversation. "The hot one", he added for not-needed clarification.

Tom smiled. "She's nice," he said, taking another swig of his beer. "Aaand really hot. Did I mention she left her door open while changing last week when I came home? She didn't seem to care if anyone saw..."

"Wow!", exclaimed Peter in disbelief. "And you're telling me you haven't fucked her yet?"

"Well, no... But I'm planning to." He took another sip of his beer before going on: "I mean, have you looked at her boobs? Just the right size!"

Peter had felt horny since they exited the gym, and his buddies graphic description didn't make things better. He tried to casually readjust himself to hide his boner. "They're nice, yeah. But what about the ass?" He asked curiously.

Tom nodded, thinking about her tight little bubble butt. "Yeah, she has a great booty. And she's got a killer rack, too."

God, Peters cock was throbbing. What was wrong? A little dirty talk didn't usually excite him so much. He reached down to his groin to readjust himself again, shivering slightly as he touched his cock through his shorts. His friends' comments made him feel strangely aroused, almost as if he would get a hardon just from looking at her.

"What is it with you today?", Tom finally asked, noticing the change in his friend's demeanor before suddenly laughing. "Are you having a boner, dude?"

"Yeah," admitted Peter, feeling embarrassed by the sudden realization of his erection. "It's your fault, talking about that hot babe."

"So, you're saying", continued Tom, laughing, "I am giving you a stiff one? No homo, man!"

Peter laughed nervously and looked away, trying to hide his hard-on. "Shut up, dude!"

But it was no use. His cock was harder than it ever was, and it was aching to be touched. He looked at Tom. They didn't have that kind of relationship, but he *needed* to touch himself now. Excusing himself to the bathroom would be even more embarrassing. So, he just fished out his leaking rod out of his shorts and mumbled "God, sorry, I hope you don't mind." as he slowly began to stroke himself.

"Dude! What the fuck!? Are you jerking off?! Do that at home!" Tom shouted, shocked by what he saw. He couldn't believe his best friend was doing that in front of him. He wanted to say more, but there was something else catching his eye: On the right arm that Peter was using to jerk his cock, he could see some hair growing in. Just a light coating, but clearly visible. Usually, Peter was well groomed, just like himself. His left arm followed suit.

"Dude! You're getting hairy!" Tom exclaimed, even though that adjective was really far from true yet. Peter looked down on the arm Tom pointed at, without stopping his slow jerking. Tom was right, this coating of hair hadn't been there before. As he looked to his legs, he could see the same thing happening there. For some perverse reason, this only served to make him even more horny. He moaned, as another spurt of precum wetted his hand.

"Dude, are you okay? Why are you fucking jerking yourself off in front of me?" Tom asked concernedly. He felt bad for his friend who seemed to be getting turned on by his own body changes. A small diamond patch of dark hair had now appeared on his friends chest and he could see small bushes of hair growing in under his armpits. That was when Tom smelled it. The manly smell of musk and sweat, coming from Peter. His armpits were damp from sweat, as this new smell only turned him on even more.

"Oh God Tom, I'm so sorry, but... I... You...", With a defeated grunt, Peter grabbed his buddies head with his right hand and forced it between his legs, and over his cock.

At first, Tom was surprised, before he tried to resist. It was no use, however. Even though Tom was supposed the stronger one of them both, Peter had his hand firmly at the back of Toms head and pressed him into his groin. Peters cock, which was slick with pre rubbed against his mouth which he kept closed at all costs.

"Come on!" Peter whined, increasing the force even more. "I need someone to suck me off here."

"I'm not..." Tom began to answer, only to recognize his mistake right after. As he opened his mouth to answer, Peters cock was pushed inside. He could taste the salty flavor of Peter's precum on it and almost gagged. He wanted to byte, but somehow didn't find the strength for it. He let out a soft involuntary moan instead as Peter's cock slipped deeper into his throat until it hit his tonsils.

Meanwhile, Peter noticed a visible trail of black hair running across his previously hairless cobblestone abs. He felt really bad basically face-fucking his workout buddy, but he just couldn't restrain himself. He *needed* to bob his bros head up and down his cock with his strong paw. As more and more hair grew in on his belly, he felt his body filling up more and more. His muscles were joined by a substantial layer of fat, giving him a burlier look by the second. At the same time, his smell intensified further, filling up Toms apartment.

Meanwhile, Tom was undergoing a change of his own. Every passing second, he felt weaker and weaker, his body visibly shrinking in on itself. It didn't help that his nostrils were simultaneously attacked by the increasingly intense stink of Peter and his large pubic bush that was growing in either. He was being used, and he hated every second of it, but found himself powerless to do anything about it.

Where Peters stink reached the apartment, it began to change, subtly at first, then increasingly fast: The designer couch became a cheap red leather sofa. In the kitchen, dirty pans and plates were piling up, a patina of dust and grime covered the surfaces. It looked like a wardrobe exploded over the room, as dirty laundry scattered over the floor, adding to the stale and stinky air with the same aroma that Peter was emitting full force now. If anything, this only served to excite him more. While his left hand went through his beard and his dense pelt of body hair, he grabbed more and more of Toms shrinking body with his right hand and pressed it into his groin, not caring that it changed into a wooly cloth like material that had seen much, much better days already. It was ripped and ragged, stained by numerous stains of various sources. Mainly, of course, cum, but also pre, sweat and even the occasional bit of piss that had leaked into Toms fabric body.

The cum rag that was once Tom was fully aware of everything happening to it. It could still taste and smell, all across its filthy fabric body, and was forced to absorb another huge load of cum that Peter shot into it, even though it was still damp from the previous one.

Panting, Peter threw the used cum rag onto a pile of clothing on the floor. He didn't care that his hairy body was crusty with dried up cum or that he stank like a cave man. Taking a shower was not a concept the new Peter needed, he was a real man after all.

If you're a fan of the theme, check out my other two sides of the same coin stories!

[worstqueerbaittournament]

Before you complain about the picture: I asked people to send in better pictures of Grif and Simmons and NOBODY DID

Submission message for Janis: Mean Girls  - Janis + Person who submitted Janis here. Yes, I meant the movie. The whole time it is implied she's a lesbian only for her to end up with a dude lol

Submission message for Grif and Simmons: Hi! I’m submitting Grif and Simmons from Red vs. Blue. I think they’re the worst personally because I’ve spent a third of my life being queerbaited by someone’s fucking halo ocs.

Additional propaganda: Meanwhile Janis from Mean Girls IS queerbaiting:

    She’s presented as a lesbian throughout the film

    She gets very emotionally attached to girls and tries to sabotage them after they ‘betray’ her and become more interested in boys/popularity (Regina in the past, Cady during the film)

    Proudly declares herself a “big lesbo” to half the school during her trust-fall scene

    Wears a suit to Prom and kisses her gay best friend Damien, they both show complete disgust afterwards

    But in the LITERAL LAST SCENE OF THE FILM, she’s shown dating a guy and kissing him.

((I also haven’t seen the musical yet, so I can’t comment there))

Vote Janis, she’s the only right answer.

this ain't enough information about Grif and Simmons; these two are literally the intro character for the entire series. The first conversation they had became a running joke and repeating theme to the point that, years later, it was used in a dramatic moment so Grif could identify Simmons while fight an evil look-alike. When one of them got injured, the other donated various body parts, including skin and organs, and then became a cyborg, thus having the metaphor of "becoming part of each other" and "you have my heart". They still bicker constantly and and trade insults. They've been glued at the hip for more than a decade. The one time they were split up, it was treated like a devastating divorce, with one of them using the line "I quit you". They then both proceeded to have mutual pining and emotional withdrawl from being apart because they're just THAT codependent. They've been forced to share living space, and immediately devolved into having old-married-couple situations. During a planet-wide sex party, they fooled around in a closet, everybody knows this happened, but they refuse to fully acknowledge it. The VA for Grif even plainly stated that "Grif is in love with Simmons". Simmons once mentioned that he and Grif carved their initials into a tree. When we see the "inner worlds" of their minds, Grif's is almost empty except for a tiny Simmons that runs around to annoy him, and Simmons imagines a Grif that has to do whatever he says, but STILL insults him because Grif can't stop being Grif.They had a talk show together and even called themselves their ship-name "Grimmons". They've been having one long conversation for 2 decades. They're slow-burning like a tire fire. They're married, but they'll never properly get together. IT'S BEEN 2 DECADES

Let's not forget Tucker's actually-in-the-show commentary when he's spying on them over the radio of "I've only been listening to them for five minutes but I can tell they're really in love. Why can't they see it?”

It's literally been two decades.

[liminalmemories21]

Fuck It Friday

tagged by @jesuisici33.

Apparently I'm just using this tag as a way to post outtakes.

This is a deleted/rewritten from Knave 2 that eventually became "Then - 7 Months Ago (August)". The two bear almost no resemblance to each other, but it was the same idea of TK's past coming back to haunt him. Also, I'm still kind of playing around with the idea of what exactly Carlos's colleagues think of him, and more specifically him and TK.

“Am I a problem for you?”  TK asks suddenly.

And it feels like such a non sequitur that he’s lost.  “What?”

“At the station, am I a problem for you?”

“What did this guy say to you?”

TK shrugs, “Nothing that wasn’t true, and that’s fine when it’s me.  My sins, my penance.”

“How very Catholic of you,” Carlos says dryly, on autopilot, trying to find the plot thread to this conversation.

TK smiles briefly, but the smile drops away again almost instantly.  "The guy who taught me how to grift, he told me once that you have to get out of the game as soon as you have something you aren’t willing to lose."

And he’s not following, and feels stupid.  TK gives him an unhappy look.  “I thought I’d done it right.  I got clean.  I got out.  But it’s always going to follow me around, I just don’t want it to follow you around too.”

He reaches out, and then stops just shy of touching TK, not sure if he’s welcome.  “I think I’m going to need an actual verb at some point.”

“I’ve heard people talking, at the station, when I drop something off, or if I meet you there.”

“Who?” he asks sharply.  “Garvey?  Because Garvey’s a dick to everyone who isn’t a middle aged white guy.”

TK frowns, “No, not Garvey, although that kind of proves my point.”

“TK seriously, can you start at the beginning and just keep going until the end so I can figure out what the hell is going on?”

TK looks up, startled.  “Shit.  I’ve never actually seen you lose your patience.”  He glances at his watch.  “That took what, eight months?  That has to be a record for me.”

He gives in to exasperation and worry and tugs TK over to the couch and pulls him down.  “TK.”

TK’s smile is brief and humorless.  “Massey - the guy on the our Board - he said he’d been talking about the program over dinner, mentioned my name.  Next day his brother-in-law stopped by his office with a bunch of stories about me - true stories as it happens, although I’m not sure he cared a lot about asking that question.  He said he’d brought it up with Tanya who was,” he makes air quotes, “‘woefully naive’, so it was his responsibility as a Board member to keep an eye on me.”  He waves a hand, “which, whatever, as long as he doesn’t try and get me fired I don’t actually care.”

“But?”

TK blows out a breath, “But then he mentioned you.  Said he’d heard that we were involved.  Said that was the kind of thing that didn’t reflect well on young detective,” he scowls, “dude seriously talked like he was an 80 year old out of Dickens’ novel.”  He flicks a glance at Carlos.  “He said, it was the kind of thing that made people think twice about coming for backup.”

Carlos takes a steadying breath.  “Okay, sweetheart, this is what’s been tying you up in knots?”  TK nods, frowning.  “I’m gay, Tejano, and a legacy hire.  People thought twice about coming for backup a long time before I started dating you.”

TK flashes him a wry smile.  “You’re saying I should get over myself?”

He snorts, “I’m saying that I know who to trust and who not to, and none of that is a calculus that’s changed in the last eight months.  And, even if it had, I still wouldn’t give you up for it.”

“I can’t be the reason you get hurt,” TK says seriously.

“Off the top of my head I can think of five people at the station you might have overheard saying shitty things about me.  They’ve been saying them since I got there.  I worked hard for my job, and I earned it whatever anyone else might think.  And, I’m not giving it up because someone who's living in a fantasy of the 1950s doesn't want me there, and I'm sure as hell not giving you up for them."

“How do you go to work every day if you think that?”

He looks at TK with a straight face, “Well it helps that I’m 99.9% sure that I’m having much better sex than they are.”

TK gapes at him for a moment, and then shoves him, hard and he topples back into the sofa cushions laughing.  “This is your idea of being comforting?”

He straightens up, and reaches for TK’s hand with less hesitation this time.  “I think I can’t change anyone’s opinion by willing it, all I can do is live up to my own expectations for myself and hope that they can respect that.  Giving up someone I love, because someone tells me to, I couldn’t respect myself if I did that, so how can I ask someone else to respect me?”

TK looks at him seriously.  “I think you’re giving other people too much credit, but it’s working in my favor so I’m not gonna argue too hard.”

tagging anyone who has outtakes they want to share, because like anyone who grew up with DVD blooper reels, I love me an extra.

[nubimera]

Even more headcanon about Gavin and Sibling!Reader

Part 1 Part 2

A/N: It's just all the headcanons that I didn't use in the last post but this time they're mostly domestic

Warnings: Mostly GN!Reader

Mild implied Connor x Reader and Reed900

Terrible English because it's not my first language

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• As I mentioned before Gavin and Reader have about a 10 year gap between them. That means the Reed house is filled with photos of Emo Teen!Gavin with toddler!Reader

• Gavin's favorite photo is a Polaroid of him and Reader napping together on the sofa when Reader was around 2 year old. He keeps it in his wallet, and the only person who has ever seen it is Tina

• Gavin used to call baby sibling "Pumpkin" The nickname has stuck, and he has no problem using it even at work

• At one point Connor also tried to use "Pumpkin" and Gavin almost punch him.

• Now Connor uses "любимая"(darling) or "жизнь моя"(my life) for Reader, and Gavin regrets every day that he didn't let him use pumpkin

• Hank however prefers "Dude" or "Asshole" for Gavin, and "Kiddo" for Reader. Plain and classic

• Connor learned to speak Russian on his third day at DPD after hearing Reader and Gavin talking to each other. Gavin so pissed off when he found out Tincan and Pumpkin were speaking Russian to each other.

Basically because it was something between sibling and mama Reed

• He kinda start getting used to it after Nines also started using Russian in their private conversations

• Although Mama Reed is an Orthodox Christian, she and Papa Reed have never pushed their children to choose which religion to practice. As a result, Gavin is an atheist, but still enjoys Orthodox celebrations (if papa Reed was of a religion other than Orthodox Christian, Gavin and Reader continue to celebrate their father's religious holidays as well)

• Gavin is a cat dad, and I think that's a proven fact. Nonetheless I think his love for cats he inherited from his mother

• Continuing to talk about Mama Reed: she is Slavic That means no shoes in the house. Reader and Gavin still using the "no shoes" policy in their respective homes

• "So what's it like being Reader's brother?"

" Once i asked them for a glass of water while they was mad at me and they brought me a glass of ice and said "Wait"."

• Much of Reader's childhood clothing was originally Gavin's. It doesn't matter if Reader is Afab or Amab. Do the clothes fit and are they in good condition? Great, Reader is gonna use it. Even now, Reader occasionally uses Gavin's clothes. Mainly hoodies or sweatpants that Gavin wears in his teens

• Nines would like to use some of Gav's clothes as well, but unfortunately many are too small, as Gavin is shorter than him

• Nines and Reader adore eachother. They are practically bestie. Reader likes to refer to Nines as "its own Tina". I guess they bonding over both being younger, smarter, nicer and better looking siblings in their respective families

• Also it is Reader who originally introduced Gavin and Nines. They became work partners just a few days later

"I just wanted to say i just got you a boyfriend."

"I'M NOT GAY I DON'T WANT A BOYFRIEND!"

• However Reed900 and Connor x Reader is pretty much the same pair in different fonts. Connor and Gavin haven't realized it yet or pretend not to notice, while Nines and Reader find it hilarious

• If you ask me they are both Sun x Moon, Loud introvert x Quiet extrovert, Taller simp husband x Shorter Reed

For me the only differences is that one is friends to lovers and the other is enemies AND friends AND lovers

• Gavin and Reader go to Target every Friday after their shift at the department. Normally to grab something for dinner and buy things they don't really need. Lately Nines decided to join too, and every time he goes there he promptly buys a new decorative cushion. Now Gavin gets nauseous every time he sees a new pillow but doesn't know how to say no to his boyfriend

• In 2042, Gavin and Nines adopt two children. Hank was initially quite uncomfortable around the kids, not being used to interacting with them anymore. Connor, on the other hand, has a baby fever since the first moment he met his nephews. He told Reader about it, who is still around his mid/late twenties and don't feel ready at the moment, so they compromised by getting a dog and a cat

• Anyway Connor cried when he found out that his nephews' favorite uncle isn't him, but it's Sixty

• In general now the relationship between Connor, Nines and Sixty vaguely resembles that between Bandit, Stripe and Radley from Bluey. You decide who is who

• I love to think Connor and Gavin have a truce around Reader and Nines, but whenever they aren't around they call each other names

• However over time they have grown fond of each other, and they look after eachother. Somehow they ended up being a family, so they might as well try to get along

• I mean, sometimes a family consists of a Russian widow, her two wild children, a grumpy dad and three androids

[sayhelloanimalfriends]

i saw my dude @sodom-hussein (hi i like your blog so much it is good and so fun and keeps me scrolling) RB this post that was like “I compared today to 1930s germany and the results aren’t good”

and then OP proceeds to just make a bunch of very vague and unmeasurable statements like

‘we are about to die horribly in concentration camps because

antisemitism is increasing

LGBT discrimination is increasing

ableism is increasing

indigenous people are continually threatened etc etc’

The post doesn’t have any facts or information to back any of these claims as true, but it doesn’t need it. because it’s using the same kind of rhetoric that Fox News uses with its users. Fox News doesn’t have to prove something is true if it *feels* true.

and firstly if you go find the post and compare it to my wording of that first statement, you’ll see that i’m sensationalizing a little bit

and secondly, i have love for OP and i have love Sodom-hussein both because i am confident they only want to inform with the goal of changing our world for the better.

BUT I believe that these kinds of posts are not helpful, and while my wording was sensationalizing it wasn’t doing so all that much because of what the post is implying. The post’s intent it seems is to strike fear and terror into the hearts of those most vulnerable in society.

So if you are still reading I would like to use a bit of bad news to maybe ease the fears that many of us are having about the state of our world. Let me explain:

There exists a theory of social organization called Social Dominance Theory which was constructed by Jim Sidanius (oh my god i just found out he died in 2021 ☹️ what a legend) and Felicia Pratto. These two psychologists took behavioral sciences and combined them with historical record of societal hegemony to explain why and how humans seem to organize our societies unfairly.

I won’t go into the minutiae of the theory, but my main point of bringing it into this conversation is that according to their writings, when humans define categories on which to base discrimination (such as race, sexual orientation, cultural/religious identity, etc) these categories remain as subjugated for VERY VERY long periods of time.

This part is the bad news but stay with me.

What i mean to say is that as a gay man, I will probably always be discriminated against in our society. That is just the way these things seem to play out. Now, within my particular place in society things may improve or worsen. But there isn’t really any realistic hope of full liberation. And apparently, also according to social dominance theory, even if gay people WERE to be liberated, a new arbitrary category of discrimination would just take its place.

So how can we use this information to cope with our world?

Well the reality is that you may need time to grieve this truth. But once you are done grieving, you can look at our world and realize that nothing is changing. Everything is staying the exact same.

Just yesterday youtuber Matt Baume released a video about Ellen coming out on TV and it was literally all the same shit as what we’re hearing now. Conservatives feigning disgust and fear for what it means to acknowledge the existence of lesbians. Censorship. Blah blah blah. That was 25 years ago but it could easily be today.

So when you are able to accept that society has fixed you at a disadvantage that is permanent, you are more immune to the kind of brain-numbing effects of fear and terror.

And that’s what I really want you all to do.

I want you to Think Critically. I want you to Think Clearly. And when you’re scared shitless you can’t think at your max capacity.

Because yeah I mean shit is scary. But panicking isn’t going to help anyone. It’s just going to ruin your mood and make it harder for us to organize.

We’ve been dealt a shit hand. But we’ve got each other. We’re not alone. And we’re smart! We can figure out how to protect each other and ourselves. We are resilient. There’s no reason to be terrified. There is every reason to be brave. Bravery, courage, determination. These will help us more than fear in the days to come.

Anyway check out social dominance theory it’s really cool. RIP Jim Sidanius. Your work changed my life man.

[kiriluvly]

⬆️Credit on the au in the post above!!!

@ramskulls-archive

This au. THIS AU RIGHT HERE.

Let it be KNOWN, that Caseynardo is a guilty pleasure of mine, and thus I have some thoughts!

Those two would definitely have an Enemies To Lovers plotline (obviously), a one that we COULDV'E gotten with Karai and Leo if they weren't fkn related!

So, I think it would start with out with simple fights, the usual entercounters with the purple dragons, and with it, the turtles would meet Casey, who they wouldn't really write down as a major threat. From there, Leo and him would meet sometimes, Leo would simply beat his ass or smth and move on, but Casey couldn't possibly accept that!

So from normal meetings, Casey would seek Leo out particularly because how dare this turtle ninja THING beat him and just walk off like he, THE Casey Jones, isn't a big deal?!

Cut to banter, which turns flirty real quick without either of them noticing,

"what's a beauty like you doing in the streets of NYC at night?" "Shut it, Jones.",

"ready to get beat up, again?" "Oh, I couldn't dream of anything better, baby.",

"HEY, WHERE ARE YOU GOING??? UNTIE ME DUDE!" "it was great seeing your beautiful face tonight, Jones, but I have other things to take care of." "...and also, you're probably into tha-" "FUCK OFF MAN!!!".

The first moment they could really think they caught feelings was while the turtles were fighting the PD again when they were split up, and while Leo is rushing to find his brothers and help them out, who else but Casey mf Jones finds and corners him. They argue, Leo brushing him off;

"I don't have fucking time for this Casey!"

And Casey simply not letting go;

"WOW! Where did you learn that language princess?"

Because he finally had what he wanted, and that was Leo, cornered and alone, with no one to interrupt them as Casey finally beats him in a fight!

The yelling and snide remarks continue, and suddenly they are both too close to each other, and they make eye contact and. Silence.

Neither can look away, move, speak. They just stare into each other's eyes, and holy shit why do they feel like that?

And after what felt like hours, they inch closer without noticing. Leo's eyes flatter shut, Casey's hands move themselves from the brick wall of the alleyway to inches away from the turtle's cheek. They are a second from meeting in the middle when they both remember what they are here for, and in a second, Casey's knife is milimeters from Leo's nape and Leo's now-unsheathed katana is threatening to slice the human in half.

But despite the violent position they were both in right now, neither dared to move away from the other. They looked into each other's eyes, truly looked, and with a tired huff, Leo whispers "I have to find my brothers, Jones." And with a peck on the cheek that sets both of their faces on fire, Leo trips Casey to the ground with a quick swip of the human's feet before rushing past him to the next alley.

All Casey could do now that Leo was gone and he was on the floor, was touch his cheek and curse. Because how did he manage to fuck up so bad that he now caught feelings for one of his number one enemies.

From then, they avoid each other like the plauge, afraid to face the actions of that night and their feelings. Leo is a repressed gay, too scared to even think he may not like girls, and Casey is chill with his sexuality, he likes everyone and everything, but is still baffled how a MUTANT TURTLE managed to make him weak in the knees.

I think they would finally get together, after painful awkward moments and eventual deep conversation on top of a roof, in an angst moment, because cmon. It's the best time to get together with the person you're gay for!

Casey joined the purple dragons because of security and as an emotional outlet. His father was once involved with the gang, once when he was young and stupid and didn't have the weight of a dead wife, a son and a daughter on his shoulders, and so the gang sought him out so he could pay up old debts. Since they didn't have that kind of money, Casey went and got himself involved with them, on the promise they would leave his family alone as he works for them and does the dirty work they want of him. The crime was a good way to release the anger and frustration in his system, because GOD did he have an anger issue he did NOT want to release on his father and surely not on his younger sister.

He told Leo that one day as they sat on the rooftop of an abandoned building, and after a long conversation, Leo finally spoke up;

"You can just join us." "Huh?" "We beat bad guys all the time. It's our job, Casey. If you need to beat the shit out of some people, you can do it with US. Not the purple dragons."

And holy shit, did Casey love that thought. Because having mutant turtles that were literal ninjas, that beat the crap out of that shitty gang of his every single day, could get them officially off his and his family's backs. He could finally look his father in the eyes without the constant shame. Without the worry in his old man's eyes. He could... be on Leo's side, and that was a sweet deal too, wasn't it?

So he stopped going to their meetups, he stopped interacting with the gang as a whole. He took his time to hang out with his family and be a fucking teen because something naive in him believed they were truly safe now. But of course the universe loved to prove him wrong, and that was proven when he was walking home from school one day and hit with something heavy right on the head. He blacked out, and the next thing he knew, he woke up to the sight of the purple dragons' hideout.

Being held at gunpoint was not Casey's ideal Friday night plan, but he couldn't really help it, could he?

And of course, being at the right place the right time, the turtles bust into the warehouse and start a shitshow.

Leo, of course, untied him after knocking his "guard" out; "are you okay?!" "Don't worry babe, a little kidnapping could never take Casey Jones down!"

Of course, a bullet to the abdomen could.

"Casey, Casey fucking stay with me! Don't close your eyes, goddamn it!" "Pffft, who- who taught you to c-curse so much...?" "You did, and if you want to continue doing so, you need to stay awake!"

"Leo! What's the fucking hold up- what the fuck are you doing with a PURPLE DRAGON?" "Raph! Call Donnie, right now!" "Like hell I would, he's another fucking shithead like his friends, let him bleed out for all I care!" RAPH FOR FUCKS SAKE- Casey don't you dare close your eyes stay with me please - CALL. DONNIE." "I-" "NOW!"

and that led to Casey waking up in a dark lair that smelt like shit. Which he later discovered was not a very far off guess. The second he opened his eyes, he is poked and checked on by a purple-clad turtle, Donnie from what he remembered Leo described, and with a shout to the others, the three other turtles marched into the room.

"Oh wow! He's awake-!"

"Oh great, he's awake."

"Casey!"

And that was the happiest he's ever been to hear someone's voice.

"Hey blue, wow you look like shit-"

"Shut up Jones, I will not take criticism on my appearance from someone who was shot just a few hours ago!"

"Touchè"

They argued but the second Casey was within reach, he was - gently - pulled into a warm and concerned hug, and fuck, he would be lying if he didn't downright melt into it.

"I'm glad you're awake Jones."

"Couldn't just leave you in a world without all this baby~"

And as leo rolled his eyes, they finally decided that dance they've been having going on for a month or so was to be finally broken. And with a smile, Leo took Casey's face in his palms and smashed their lips together. Casey rested his hands on Leo's hips and kissed back with glee.

They barely noticed the three others in the room anymore, nor did they notice the absolute shock on their faces, or the urgency in Donnie's actions as he pushed his two frozen brothers outside and closed the door behind him.

The dorks couldn't stop themselves from smiling because they dreamed of this moment, and when it finally happened, it was everything they wanted and more.

They would concern themselves in Leo's brothers knowing about them, about how worried Casey's father probably is, about what to do with the purple dragons and what the future holds. They would take care of all those things later, but now, while holding each other and finally letting themselves love each other, they decided to let it all be for a moment.

-AND THAT IS MY THOUGHT PROCESS THAT KINDA TURNED TO WRITING! I THOUGHT ABOUT THIS AU FOR DAYS SO IM HAPPY I FINALLY GOT MY THOUGHTS OUT!

[tricornonthecob]

Title Line

LK 106: Hey Man, Nice Shot Heard Round The World

(pt1)(pt2)(pt3)(pt4)

She just said Fuckit and fell asleep, but like. Having once stayed awake for 72 hours straight, I can't blame her. Pro tip: don't stay awake for 72 hours straight unless you're invested in carrying on a conversation with your paralysis demon.

Welp. Just gonna let these two teens sleep in the same room together without a chaperone. Its not like teens are known for hormonal urges and poor decision-making and the people here certainly aren't going to assume they're automatically going to canoodle. Nope. Just gonna walk away.

I can't tell if she was power napping or just faking it so she could sneak out.

turns out ya boi sleep-mutters. Like a beagle/great dane puppy muttering while it dreams of chaos and well-reasoned but incendiary rhetoric.

Can confirm, drank the tap water in Massachusetts and wanted to fight a seagull. also is that TJ lurking back there...?

Possibly due to the more than 100 years of the British government being fairly hands-off until George Number 3 inherited all the war debt from the 7 Years War and him and Parliament looked up and said "hang on a minute..."?

Britain was pretty fucking invested in it, too, Sarah, lets not forget which group of people were the ones hellbent on a dick waving contest with the French.

Oh god oh no oh honeyyyyyy

...Wait what was the question?

Also I really wish they had gone more in depth into the Phillips family I am so weirdly invested in them. Welp, guess I just gotta make more fan content of them now.

Yes hello I'd like to make a complaint, the nerds are respectfully debating politics in the lounge during quiet hours again. Hmmm? Well, yes, I suppose their arguments are sound enough, not a fallacy or strawman in sight, but I really wanted to sleep in.

Idea. Speech and Debate club but like Dueling Pianos: with an audience that is completely trashed and made up primarily of bachelorette and 21st birthday parties. Dueling Thesis Statements. We could revolutionize academia and University education!

Girl just elegantly collapses to her knees, damn you didn't need that flourish.

Sarah I think they already know that? And somehow I don't think you want to send the Yankee Dude Dandies to Parliament I think they might throw punches in-between verses.

Danger is half the reason she's doing this, you knew that about her James.

Man it really didn't take him long to adjust to Sarah also being a journalist, did it. Ride or Die.

Give it up for ya bois, the Stock Footage Soldiers of Foote. We're gonna be seeing a lot more of them!

Did he not know that his cousin was in the colonies??? And yet they greet each other like they're best cousin-buddies. I want to know more about what happened, did Lady Phillips not inform her sibling(s)-in-law about sending her 15-year-old daughter out to find her husband? I don't think she did. I think Lady Phillips is Going Through It and there's some spicy drama on the Phillips side.

(also why am I picking up gay vibes from him)

oh my GOD HE IS GAY THAT'S HIS LOVER I AM HERE FOR TOM PHILLIPS / BRYAN JOHNSON. The ship name is Philson.

Oh honeyyyyyyy.

Honestly he's taking it pretty well.

His disappointment is immeasurable and his day is ruined by Shockingly Competent New Englanders.

Cousin Tom is kinda sitting like an awkward schoolgirl here. but also just lookit those two. Philson is so cute together!

I want. To know. About. The Phillips. Family. Drama.

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

Y'all wanna hear some tea?

(Very long... under the cut)

There's this guy in my class who's a total Nice Guy (derogatory). Like, I'm talking "All women want are men who are shitty to them" Nice Guy. And I was a fool enough to be nice to him so he didn't idk murder me with an axe or whatever, so I admit that that was my fault there because I'm one of those "be nice to everyone until they give reason for you not to be" you know?

To sum up a long story, I genuinely do not feel comfortable around this guy. At all. Never have all of the red flags in my head flown up at the same time until I met this guy.

Like, he's super nosy, for one. I was feeling really uncomfortable so I made up a fake ex-girlfriend on the spot since from my experience that usually gets Nice Guys to stop but not only did he ask "Gay or bi?" but he also asked how often she and I "did it." Mind you, I just met this guy, like, why did he feel entitled to know that shit? Then, he sits next to me in both class and discussion, and he's super touchy. Like, I'm okay with my friends tapping me or nudging me, but I just met this guy and he's poking me constantly and making the same remarks to me that close friends make, it's really... really off putting. Not to mention, he's kind of... unhygenic. And he's an anti-masker, go figure, he was coughing up a lung next to me in the study room, but that's another thing (my university is still under mask mandate for reference).

And maybe this is me being mean but like, one he called himself goofy unironically, two he calls himself silly unironically, and three he used trolling in today's day and age of 2022, like, what? It's clear that this dude is always on discord too because he's in 30 servers (trust, he showed it to us) and, get this, his favorite thing to say is "I'm lonely, I don't have friends here right now" (yup)

Okay, wait, back track, I met him a year ago in an English class, actually, but we only spoke once because we proofread each other's essays and that is a black hole in and of itself because he would not stop DMing me the creepiest things like lowkey fetishizing my height (p*do much?) and kinda being a literal white savior as soon as I mentioned I was Asian. Like, did I ask? It's nice to hear "I'm sorry you have to go through that" but I don't want to hear the way you want us to deal with our problems, you know? He also made a very inappropriate condom joke to someone who btw only met him because she needed to proofread his essay (thank god this was during online school btw) and, not to mention, he even asked for my body count (in terms of sex). Like? What the fuck??

Needless to say, I obviously cannot forget how much of a creep he is so when I ran into him on the first day of classes in person I was kind of already off put, but I figured, maybe he had some character development or whatever.

He didn't. He's still creepy as hell but only this time he's also a Pick Me Boy. The whole day yesterday he was being really kinda creepy. He's part of our study group so we hang out a lot to study (for reference). But me and my friend (also in the study group, let's call her F) had to drop by the book store really quick to buy some supplies so the three of us left together. The whole time he was like 5-10 steps behind us, ngl, it kinda made him look like a stalker or something, so periodically me and F would ask him why he was so far or to catch up with us (he's significantly taller than us so it'd be easy for him to just take like two or three steps to catch up). He'd say yes then proceed to not do it so like what could I do, you know? We even started walking slower so he could catch up but he didn't so whatever. Anyway, flashforward to the book store, we're buying our materials and we get caught up in conversation with an incoming freshman so we were giving tips and all so she wouldn't feel too overwhelmed and all, and, suddenly, NG goes missing. Like me and F couldn't find him anywhere in the store so we figured he went back to the study room without telling us (rude much?) we couldn't see him outside either so we just did our thing and left.

Anyway, as we're walking out of the book store, we start making our way back to the study room and, get this, NG was literally hiding from us behind a pillar. Like... what the fuck? So F and I were like "hey so that's where you've been! We were looking for you! Let's get to the study room" and he was like "okay sure!" so we did that and we were talking so it sounded like he was okay again and F and I were just like "huh okay?" but, as we're about to enter the study room, I kid you not, this guy goes "sorry for being so mopey today" with the 🥺😒 face like WHAT. So I'm like "It's fine, we all have our days" like what elSE AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY I don't know this guy! And boom he's "mopey" again. And the whole time he was doing long sighs and longing glances, basically the thing people do when they want you to ask them what's wrong but... buddy... we're studying for P-Chem rn and we're all on the verge of failing, not to mention we don't know you, we're not going to ask because it's not one of our concerns rn (as horrible as that sounds-). And, get this, he's older than me.

So, me and F were talking at the end of the day and I was like "hey so what happened to him? did he tell you?" and she was like "yeah, he said he was feeling left out" ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! Wait, wait, so his solution was to further leave himself out? Like, I get it, but he's an adult. Every time we did something, he made the active choice not to come along/participate regardless of whether or not F and I encouraged him to come along, so how the fuck is it our problem?

TL;DR, this guy is mentally and emotionally immature, he doesn't know physical and personal boundaries and gets butthurt when you set them, and he thinks he's entitled.

Or maybe I'm being the bitch here, I don't know, all I know is that I don't feel comfortable around him and I would die before being in a room alone with him.

[gay-salt-amber]

Lilia x Starling

3rd person

Kalim turned, glancing at Cater, the light music club's bass player “Have you heard anything from Lilia today?” 

Cater shook his head, “No, I don’t think so.”

The bubbly prince looked concerned, “He’s never late! He's typically the first one here!” 

“Maybe he got busy? He has a lot of responsibilities, anyway.” The ginger pointed out

Kalim sighed, “Yeah, you’re right. Well, we can get on with practice anyway! Esther said they’d  be here in a minute.” 

The Heartslabyul student was already tuning his guitar, “Yes sir.” He said teasingly

Kalim laughed before returning to everyday conversation, “Oh yeah, what were you saying about Riddle?”

Cater's eyes lit up, “Ok, so-”

Just then the light music door, and behind it was Lilia Vanrouge, the fae the main subject of the other two boys' conversation. The two turned around to greet him and noticed a brighter pink on his cheeks

“You ok dude?” Cater asked

The black-haired man only sat down on the couch in the clubroom, grabbed a pillow that Cater handed to him, and screamed into it.

He paused before speaking lightly, “I have a problem.”

Kalim, upon hearing that, put down his drumsticks quickly and sped walked over, “What happened?” 

The other sighed, “Y’know Starling?” 

The prince's head tilted, “Yeah? Of course, we do! Everyone around campus atleast has heard the name!”  

“Well, I was having a normal morning, y’know having my morning tea like normal, and I got to thinking about whatever and I came to a huge realization,” He breathed before continuing his story, “So, uhm, once when they and Malleus were hanging out, Starling mentioned a dream they had that long story short, had a character that matched my description to a T.” 

Cater smiled, “That's cute… What's the problem though?”

“Well, for one, they had the dream before they came here and for two, in fae culture, dreams about the other are sure signs that the person dreaming of you is your future partner in one way or another.” 

Kalim looked like he was pondering something before speaking again, “Well, do you return any romantic attraction to him?” 

Lilia faceplanted into the pillow, curled up in a ball, “I-I think so? I don’t know! I haven’t experienced any romantic attraction in about… 40? 50 years? I didn’t think I even experienced it anymore.” 

Then the door opened again, revealing Esther Faris, Daisomnias vampire first year. Upon seeing the scene on the couch they laughed, “Is he still having pan panic?”

Lilia scoffed, “Oi, I had to listen to you, Silver, Sebek… And Arie for that matter, gay panicking over each other for about two months, let me have my gay panic over Starling, ok?” 

Esther smirked, “Fine, fine. How’re you doing though? You’ve been like this since breakfast.” 

“I think... A little better? I mean, I know it’s romantic attraction, I guess.” 

Kalim spoke up next, “Have you always had a crush on them? Or did this just hit you now?”

“I always did, I just didn’t realize it.” 

“Do you wanna tell them?” Kalim asked

Proba- Where’d Cater go?”

Esther shrugged, “Riddle needed him for a dorm thing.”

“Hm,” Lilia paused, “But yeah, I would want to, I just don’t know how I would go about something like that. I’m not exactly familiar with human traditions when it comes to these things.” 

The vampire smirked, “I have an idea.” 

–

Lilia pov

‘Why did I agree to this?’ I thought as I stood in one of Diasomnias back gardens, Esther's idea itself was sound enough but it's just the idea of saying that I like Starling that's the problem for me. Sweet Seven help me. I breathed, well no backing out now. I mean, even if I do get rejected I’ll have the satisfaction of admitting my attraction.

I smiled at the sight of his multi-colored hair, “Good morning, Starling.”

Starling’s head whipped around, “Vanrouge-san? What’re you doing here?”

“I may or may not have been the one who invited you here.” I laughed lightly

 “Oh? What did you need?” 

“Ok, this is probably going to sound weird to you, so stop me if you need to,” I breathed, “I heard your conversation with Malleus about that dream you had, and the description you gave matched me, right?”

The boy nodded, “I’d say so.”

“In fae culture, when someone has a dream about another person that's a sign of-”

Before Lilia could respond Starling spoke up, “It's a sign of romantic attraction, right? I did some research myself after the dream.” 

“Mhm, that's what it means, so uhm… I… I don’t know what I’m doing, for the love of the seven..” I chuckled, sitting down

Starling smiled and sat in front of me, “Are you asking me to date you?”

I nodded, “if you’ll have me.” 

The bird-named boy reached out and enveloped me in a hug, “Of course, I don’t think I’d be able to ask for anything better.”

I buried my face into their shoulder with a laugh, “Thank you, I love you.”

“Love you too.”

[glitterparpaing]

i need to get my homosexual thoughts out so please don’t mind me

ok so yesterday i was at this st-val party and with two of my friends we kind of walked around and found another friend talking to This Guy. i’ll call him V. thing is i kind of know V? as in i see him all the time literally staring at me. and since he has a resting bitch face and i have anxiety-laced autism i thought that he like hated me or something. but as i try to learn to actually interpret people’s emotions, it becomes more obvious that he’s clearly not staring with hate. he’s just... staring. the day before the party, i see him more closely than before and my first thought is "damn he kinda hot tho". so at the party when we find this friend talking to him and i’ve drank enough to be less anxious, of COURSE i jump on the occasion to kinda make myself seen. it works and faster than i could expect i am fully integrated into the conversation. we start talking about french regions, dude looks at me dead in the eyes and i hardly look away bc his eyes are kinda nice?? he misgenders me once and immediately apologizes profusely by saying stuff like "omg im so sorry, plus i know ur a guy like idk how i know but i know" and i have to actually calm him down bc he is PRESSED.

he says we always run into each other at college (my dude i don’t run into you, you stare at me and i stare back) and he says he stares at me bc i’m really cool (i’m a flamboyant effeminate very stylish 5'4" man so like, makes sense) and we get back to talking. he’s very passionate about french regional dialects and it’s literally so cool. i compliment his hair and he says that when it’s not tied up it goes down to his torso. maybe i stare at it a bit too long. at some point he tells me about all the languages he knows (like, 4 to 5?) and my brain throws the only close-to-flirty thing i am able to say due to the alcohol fogging my anxiety (but not my autism or chronic inability to flirt): "omg how talented!!" but like with a very gay tone???? i guess that’s what my brain considered flirt idk

and like dude gets shy. (i guess?? it’s still very hard for me to decode people’s faces) he tells me "well that’s the only thing i can do" and im like "dude. u LITERALLY speak a bunch of languages that’s so cool wtf???" (plus i checked his insta this morning and he’s in a band so speaking languages is NOT the only thing he can do). anyway this guy is really nice i hope we will be able to talk more!!

(and even if he isn’t interested in anything other than friendship that’s fine as well! i love having friends :D)

[launching-a-thousand-ships]

Kurt Glee Rewatch: Ballad

So happy I can skip all the Rachel and Schue scenes omg

Look at this boy, so besotted. I don’t really mind that Kurt had a crush on Finn, but I feel like it could’ve been handled better? They sometimes really played into the ‘predatory gay’ stereotype which was just... oof.

Add to list of things we know about Matt Rutherford: He once had a spider in his ear 

End of list.

Also, how is it we got 2 songs from Schue but we didn’t get to see any of the other ballads? I’m so curious about the Artie and Quinn duet omg.

I kinda love Kurt’s sweater here lol.

I like that when Finn lashes out, Kurt calls him out like. Can you not.

But then it’s the whole ‘girls are your problem’ thing and... oof. Though that wasn’t v subtle? Finn later says he knows about the crush so even here he could make it clear like ‘hey, don’t like you that way, etc’. Bc for all these eps Finn just gets awkward and avoids the topic until it all boils over in Theatricality.

Kurt is v intense in this ep, but if Finn called him out on it here, maybe he would stop?

But also I appreciate that this is a very real crush for Kurt (idk if he truly loved Finn, more just puppy love) but he falls more when they talk, bond over their parents, etc. Like, it’s not just him thinking Finn’s cute and it’s more than Finn being tho first guy to be nice to him.

And Kurt does see Finn’s discomfort, so he suggests their ballad be to his unborn daughter rather than between them. So he has some awareness.

Lowkey, a lot of the Finn/Kurt bonding scenes are before the wedding... bc after that I can’t think of any real convo they have with each other. Maybe after Finn proposes?

And also yay Kurt plays piano but lol Chris doesn’t so the v careful camera angles...

Kay but the scene with Finn and Quinn arguing and she says ‘you’re wrong, I’m right, I’m smart, you’re dumb’ all I could think of was Matilda bc... literally the same line.

Ofc Kurt, lowkey a sneak, seizes chance to comfort Finn. Again, laying v thick with the ‘enough to make you want to give up girls altogether’ like oh babe. Oh honey.

And then Finn says ‘haha yeah...’ awkwardly like dude. You clearly know what’s going on, so say something. can even make it a joke like ‘ah, too bad I like them too much’ idk just. 

Maybe I just think every problem can be solved with communication. That’s just me.

Aw, Finn and Kurt’s first meeting... and then they bond over glee and football (for like, the month he was on the team. if that)

And then the skincare and I love when Kurt says ‘T-zone’ and Finn looks at his crotch like wtf. 

I think Kurt has a thing for guys who... aren’t the brightest. Finn, then Sam, then Blaine who took a million years to realize Kurt liked him. 

This is the second time Finn puts a helmet on Kurt lol.

I like how wholesome Kurt’s crush can be. He’s just happy to sit and talk to Finn.

Okay, so obviously Finn is being nice and that shouldn’t be immediately taken as hope, but I get Kurt’s POV.

First off, he’s young and teens are dumb (no offense teens). And after all the bullying, this is the first time there’s a guy who’s nice to him, who spends time with him, who he has stuff in common with him. Ofc Kurt is going to fall hard.

But Kurt does go a bit extra in trying to make things happen. And the whole anti-Quinn thing is pretty awks. Kurt can be v sneaky but also sometimes I’m just... wtf is his plan?

And again, could’ve been handled better if Finn called Kurt out on his crush and had a conversation. But then, Finn is a dumb teen boy. 

Kurt is too, despite his making fun of them...

I will never understand ironing socks, lol

I find it so sweet that Finn calls Kurt for help. The friendship is so great and would only improve after Kurt’s over his crush... but then we get no bro scenes. So rude.

But... the song. Who picked the freaking song?? Like, revealing the pregnancy without Quinn’s permission is already bad, but then the song is so cringe and the scene is so painful...

This is what happens when you have two dumb teen boys. Poor Quinn.

Yep, Kurt is sufficiently guilty. I guess when you have a dad like Burt, you forget that other parents can suck sometimes.

I do like it didn’t turn into even more drama, and Finn doesn’t blame Kurt etc. It was a mistake and they can move on.

And Kurt tries to confess... this poor boy. 

And Finn brushes it off. When he could say “Look, you’re a great friend...” Like, boy, that was your opening.

Then we get the song and I love when Mercedes leads Finn in she’s like ‘Open your eyes, I didn’t tell you to close your eyes’

And sweet as the song is... Finn prob would’ve been happier with the cake.

Classic Kurt doesn’t sing in the song. Lowkey, even when an ep is more kurt-centric, he still doesn’t get to sing? Maybe bc it’s the start and Chris wasn’t trained enough yet? (he didn’t consider himself a singer). Might be that bc we don’t really hear him in backing vocals of group songs as well.

Kurt is not one to be subtle about his crushes, damn. ALso, return of the single ladies hand at the end there lol

Next up: Even more devious!Kurt

[luckygrimreaper]

I have thoughts about New Kid, I'm sorry (Part 9)

This is scene lifted directly from the multichapter im working on. It feels waaaay more romantic than intended. Like a real "fellas is it gay..." kind of moment. So I think I might rewrite the scene in the multichapter but I did like how to original version came out so here it is and if I don't end up changing to scene then enjoy the sneak peek of the multichapter I will hopefully finish.

But yes the premise, The New Kid had to dip before going into the Giggling Donkey so when everything goes wrong the remaining three are tasked to come up with a plan, at least now New Kid is free to help.

Ignoring the drama of it, the game is pretty fun when it’s not taken too seriously. Sometimes Cartman really tries to get him to hate himself for joining, but ultimately he’s having a good time. So far the people in Kupa Keep, (somebody help him for that one,) seem like cool dudes to hang out with. At least he won’t be alone for school, he doesn’t remember much, but he gets the distinct feeling being the new kid in school fucking sucks. Either way, not his problem anymore.

What is his problem, however, is the mess of empty boxes lying around the house. Though Ms. Kepler had been on top of emptying the boxes, it seems she had forgotten the actual taking them out of the house part. So after helping put away what he had bought, while Ms. Kepler works to unpack, Jeremy folds up the empty boxes and puts them in the recycling bin. It’s a tedious process, but it’s not all that bad. Ms. Kepler hooked her laptop up to the tv so music plays throughout the house, meaning there was also no need for conversation. It’s peaceful. But the peace is broken by a frantic knock on the door. Jeremy locks eyes with Ms. Kepler and the two look between each other and the door, ultimately Jeremy decides to be the one to bite the bullet and open it.

Which works out because standing on the other side is Craig. He looks simultaneously worried and annoyed. “Hey, are you free yet?” Never a good question to start with.

Jeremy looks back at Ms. Kepler, she shrugs, “I’m good here unless you want to keep working on boxes.” A tempting offer, however, he’s not feeling inclined to leave Craig in the dust.

Jeremy nods and Craig continues, “They were waiting for us. The Wizard King, Princess, and Paladin got captured. Me, Tweek, and Token managed to get away, but we were outnumbered. We need help.” Welp, time to go be a knight in shining armor Jeremy supposes. He holds up a finger and closes the door, rushing upstairs to get dressed and grab his things. He opens the door and the two rush back to the Giggling Donkey.

Jacks looks between the trio for an explanation. Token starts with, “The King had them separate and while separated they were ambushed. I saw them take the Princess upstairs, the King to the kitchen, and last I saw of Butters, he was in the basement.”

Tweek adds, “We stayed out of sight though, we didn’t want to risk them seeing us and trying to lock us out.”

Jacks considers the three before him before snapping his fingers and pulling out his phone, “Thoughts about a little undercover work, Mr. level 12 thief?”

Craig looks unimpressed at first, but that’s his usual state so Jacks doesn’t back down, after a minor stare down he sighs and shrugs. Jacks perks up and grabs his hand and drags him back down to Jacks’ house. Jacks completely ignoring Craig’s complaints about being dragged around and Ms. Kepler’s teasing comment of, “Back so soon?” In favor of tearing to his bedroom, dropping Craig’s hand only once in the room.

Jacks digs through his closet, pulling out a somewhat ragged green dress and a pink wig, throwing both on the bed before going back to digging in the closet. Finally stepping out with a rope belt with empty bags tied to it and an oversized green hoodie in hand. Jacks tosses the hoodie and rope belt at Craig. Jacks then turns to open his desk drawer, revealing several ear accessories including a pair of glue-on elf ears. He holds it up with a smirk.

Craig stares at the ears, “Isn’t that cheating?”

Jacks shakes his head and does a grand gesture, waving his hands around in a manner he hopes is elegant, as if to ask, “Magic, remember?”

He pauses to consider it then concedes, shrugging; no one ever said mages couldn’t do illusion magic so it’s not cheating. “Guess I’ll change in the bathroom quick,” He says. He doesn’t need to use the bathroom to change himself, but it does give Jacks a chance to change into the dress in privacy. Jacks follows him to the bedroom door just to point out the bathroom and close the door once Craig nods back at Jacks.

Craig waits out in the hall for Jacks to finish, which doesn’t take too long shockingly especially considering Jacks not only got into the dress but also put on the wig, ears, and what Craig thinks might also be some makeup. Jacks smiles at Craig, Jacks doesn’t remember dolling himself up like this, but much like with fighting he found himself moving before he can think and he ended up putting on some eyeliner, lipstick, and blush. He kind of wants to see himself in the mirror, though he doesn’t need to, to know he did it right and looks good. Craig for his part doesn’t say anything about it, which considering how Cartman spoke about Princess Kenny Jacks can only consider himself grateful for.

The two instead just rush back to the Giggling Donkey. Token and Tweek seem surprised by the transformation, but much like Craig neither comment on his appearance. Instead, they focus on planning and Token asks, “What do you want us to do?”

The three look to Jacks, whose idea this was in the first place. He pauses considering, eventually, he pulls out his phone, “You two stay close the door and wait until we wave you in. Hopefully, they’ll fall for it and you won’t need to come in until we need to get the other three out, but be prepared to rush in earlier in case plan a doesn’t work.” Jacks looks at the two and they nod.

“What should we be focusing on?” Craig asks.

Jacks quickly types up, “Focus first on figuring out where the other three are, then we should try to find the bard and where he has the stick. If you see a chance to get away and save one of the other three, do it. Otherwise, stay close until we know what’s going on.” Craig nods and Jacks looks at everyone, “We know what to do?” They’re serious as they voice their agreement. Jacks smiles and the four break apart from the huddle they unconsciously found themselves forming.

Token and Tweek stay back a bit as Jacks and Craig approach the door. The two up front link arms and walk inside, the other two then close the gap and hover one of them on each side of the door, staying out of sight. Eyes are drawn to the pair that walk in, but neither gives any indication of knowing. Craig orders Fairy Ale for the two of them and they take a seat. They converse quietly or rather Craig is talking lowly, mostly cracking various deadpan jokes at Cartman’s expense while Jacks silently cracks up. From their sitting place, Jacks can see where they’re holding Cartman in the kitchen.

Jacks attempts to subtly confirm Cartman’s location, though he’s uncertain how subtle it truly was considering all the eyes on him. It doesn’t help that there’s an awful lot of whispering and Jacks swears he hears someone mention the Bard before another person goes upstairs. But he remains calm and keeps his eyes on Craig, who hasn’t given much indication to have noticed anything, though Jacks doubts that he hasn’t.

Their conversation dwindles as Craig runs out of idle chatter and jokes to make, but thankfully not a moment too soon as the Bard comes downstairs. They turn curiously towards the Bard, both keeping their wariness off their faces. But then the Bard exclaims, “Good people! I hope you’re ready to be enchan- encha- enchaaa- en- enchanted!” He stumbles over enchanted but gives no indication that he realizes that the pair aren’t meant to be here and Jacks relaxes minutely.

The Bard steps closer to the center of the room and begins to perform and Jacks doesn’t fake a smile as he quietly claps along to the beat. It’s a bawdy song, but still a good one. With the attention turning from the pair to the Bard, Craig takes his chance to explore upstairs. Jacks nods at the excuse he makes, careful to pretend as if there’s nothing out of the ordinary, and turns his full attention to the Bard under the guise of just enjoying the music.

Truthfully, while he is enjoying the music, he’s really hoping to catch a glimpse of the stick on the Bard. It wouldn’t be difficult to start a dance and move around the room like that and as long as Craig doesn’t take too long he’d have a willing partner to assist him in some pickpocketing. But that all relies on the Bard having the stick on him.

Alas, the Bard doesn’t turn much, never letting his back face the crowd. Jacks can’t tell if it’s just the mark of a good performer or if it’s because the Bard knows he has something to hide. Frustrating. But he refuses to bow down in defeat and instead stands, inviting a random patron to dance. And he figures he can’t look too bad because the other readily agrees and soon Jacks is making his way around the room, dress swishing behind him as he slips from person to person.

Upstairs Craig has better luck with gaining information. He’s quick to figure out which room the Princess is being kept in and to his luck, there’s only one person in the room guarding her. The most difficult part will be taking out the guard quietly, but he didn’t get to level twelve without having put in any work. While the guard isn’t paying attention, he silently opens the door and slips in, and carefully gets away from the guard’s view. Princess Kenny meets his eyes and then looks away so as to not give Craig away.

He sneaks closer then grabs the guard in a chokehold and pulls him back, whispering, “Sneak attack,” as he ‘stabs’ the guard in the back. They play along and drop loose in his hold and Craig pulls them to the ground from the bed. He hops up in the guard’s steed and cuts Princess Kenny loose. He offers a hand as he quietly asks, “You alright, Princess?”

Kenny accepts his hand and nods, “You were just in time.”

The two step down from the bed and leave the room, Craig quietly relays the plan to Kenny. While Jacks didn’t say exactly what the role of the rescued would be, he figures it would be similar to that of the two left outside, staying back until a fight breaks. She gives him a double thumbs up and ducks back into the room she was imprisoned in, leaving the door cracked. Craig heads back downstairs and rejoins the crowd.

He quickly spots Jacks in the crowd being led around by one of the many that had been in the room earlier. Craig slinks through the crowd towards the pair and taps Jacks’ shoulder. Jacks turns and visibility brightens as he registers who’s standing before him. “May I have this dance?” Craig asks. Jacks nods and turns to the guy he was dancing with before and courtesies at him before accepting Craig’s hand. He lets Craig lead them further from anyone else and doesn’t bat an eye when Craig pulls him closer to whisper, “The Princess is secure upstairs. Only the stick and Paladin remain uncounted for.”

Jacks nods faintly and traces an ‘S’ on Craig’s shoulder, waiting until Craig nods in understanding before glancing at the Bard. All the dances weren’t for naught, for he’s spotted the stick on the Bard. Craig nods again and inclines his head, taking a step towards the Bard. Jacks follows his step and the two step and spin, slowly inching closer to the Bard. It’s a subtle rotation around the Bard before Craig dramatically spins Jacks away, the other drawing all attention to him as Craig slips the stick away from the Bard. He passes it to Jacks who slips it into his dress where no one would dare outright touch. The two then continue their rotation as if nothing had changed.

Then the door to the basement busts open and Butters steps out. Chaos breaks and Jacks plays the part of scared damsel and curls closer to Craig as he pulls them back and closer to the front door. Princess Kenny hearing the commotion jumps down from upstairs joining Butters in battle. When some patrons attempt to block off the door, Jacks slips a firecracker over to it and watches as the barrier goes up in flames. Token and Tweek take the cue to storm the Giggling Donkey while Jacks and Craig slip outside behind them. The door collapsed soon after, locking the two out. The two separate and stare at the rumble, no turning around now. But they still smile when they meet each other’s eye, while chaos may have fallen, they still have the stick. And the two turn from the Giggling Donkey and head to Kupa Keep to wait for everyone else.

[selenityshiroi]

Best things about Sasaki and Miyano episode 12 (from a manga reader who was vibrating in anticipation the entire time):

Miyano running through the halls and speaking curtly to the Discipline Committee because he wants to chase down Sasaki

Miyano later telling Tashiro off for running through the halls to hammer home just how out of character this was

Hanzawa breaking into Sasaki's locker like dude...you are in charge of student morals...

Hirano being the Sasamyaa ship captain despite not knowing how to steer his own boat...

Sasaki living and breathing consent. Like, wow, get you a man who respects your 'no's...even if it's just because he was uncertain if it was a 'fuck yes'

The anime realising how awkward the flashback of Satoko slapping Sasaki with no context would be so they cut it (for now??? 🙏🙏🙏)

Miyano realising he wants to say 'fuck yes' to a kiss from Sasaki

Sasaki very clearly thinking that Miyano had stormed onto the train and was tracking him down to tell him to go fuck himself for trying to kiss him

Sasaki still respecting Miyano and apologising to him even when he was pretty sure it was over between them

Miyano just so so so softly letting out that 'I love you'

Sasaki just being all 'whaaaa....say again?' Because he is still kicking himself

Miyano doing what he does and buckling down and jumping straight in with both feet now that he's thought it through and made his mind up

And not just stopping with 'I love you' but explaining exactly how and why he loves Sasaki so there is no misunderstanding

Sasaki crying because 'holy shit it's happening' and having to hide his face because he is so emotional

And even then GIVING MIYANO THE CHANCE TO THINK TWICE AND GIVING HIM SPACE TO BE SURE

Like, sweetie, take the win. But also fucking hell your respect for you partner...THIS IS WHY MIYANO LOVES YOU

Miyano babbling and misspeaking and double guessing what he is saying and is making the whole confession even more adorable because it was so emotional and REAL AND HONEST

Miyano admitting he wants to touch Sasaki and then grabbing his hand and making that first step into physicality in this moment

Sasaki brushing that finger over Miyano's hand and into his cuff

Like...damn...

That tiny little touch just hit me right in the solar plexus

The King of Consent asking if he can hug Miyano and getting agreement

The actual animation of that hug because it actually looked like two people falling into each other and you could feel the weight of the hug and the way they both sank into it

👌👌👌 👏👏👏

And then asking, and again waiting for consent, for a kiss

And then...I was hoping so much they would build this up properly and they did

Once again, thank you animation team

The thumb across the lip

Miyano not being passive and reaching that hand up to Sasaki's cheek

Sasaki resting his own hand upon Miyano's

And then

Guh

Then

The fucking kiss to the palm

Guuuuuuuhhhhh

And the fucking heated look

And then

THEN

Miyano raises his face up to Sasaki before Sasaki starts to lower his

Because this is fucking mutual

They both want to kiss each other so bad

And then they kiss as the sun sets

Just to be extra

(And I fucking love it)

And then they pull apart and Sasaki looks absolutely godsmacked

And then they just fall together again because Sasaki is too emotional and has to hide his face again

And Miyano is so relieved because he finally did it

And then the heartbeat conversation

Because Sasaki teases a lot but he is also honest about his own emotions. And this means just as much to him

And then they are cute and the phone call is cute

And, seriously, you are very lucky that Hirano is too much of a disaster gay

To not come to the conclusion that Sasaki's mouth is busy elsewhere during that call which is why he can't come to the phone

(Instead the boy is just too giddy and can't stop hugging Miyano and is probably very aware that if he talks to another human being he will probably giggle or something)

And then Miyano, king of tropes, is all 'wait...I'm not falling for miscommunication drama...Sasaki, be my boyfriend'

And the callback to that first time, when Sasaki just blurted it out when he was barely aware of what he was feeling and Miyano didn't think it was serious

But this time they both know exactly what they want and are 100% serious

And Sasaki getting in the first of many sneak attack smoochies now that he has permission 😘😘😘

And, yeah, I'm sad that we don't get all the post confession stuff (yettttt???? 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏)

But it was nice to sneak in letting the friend group know

Except Ogasawara because his awareness leads up to THE FLOOR and apparently they don't want to do anything to change the sanctity of that chapter???

But I will take any more animation projects for this manga

Another season? A movie? An OVA? A single 5 minute short? ANYTHING.

Oh, and finally, the fact that I'm gushing this out several hours later because I'm STILL NOT OVER IT AND I'VE WATCHED THE EPISODE 3 TIMES ALREADY