#you're telling me that an actor is protesting for THIS show...

[chirpsythismorning]

Well, it looks like I've been shadowbanned by the Stranger Things subreddit for talking about the strikes.

This might not seem like that big of a deal, but considering the ST subreddit might very well be moderated by Netflix themselves in some capacity, has me pretty pissed off rn.

For some context, Netflix creating the ST sub has already been speculated since the sub's inception. The first season of the show didn't even start filming until November of 2015, however the subreddit for the show was created a month before that, in mid October of 2015.

It's not uncommon for Netflix to create social media accounts across the board for all of their content in order to promote it online, and so it makes sense that in the process of getting filming ready, marketing was going about creating social media accounts on every platform (their other official accounts on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram were also created months in advance of filming as well).

Also worth noting that there is a separate sub called Hawkins AV Club, which fans created themselves to talk about the show and other things related to it that they weren't able to on the main sub, most commonly leaks, which are prohibited on the main one (Netflix don't like leaks...).

Recently though, I noticed all the strike related posts were getting removed, with it being flagged as breaking rule three.

Rule three is pretty simple, in that all it really states is that users cannot post stuff unrelated to the show.

As far as I know, the main ST sub has never made an official post about how the strikes qualify as being unrelated to the show, so it's not like this is some widely understood specific point that has been elaborated on that fans have to follow. To me, it looks like this rule operates as a loophole for a moderator to remove strike posts and list it as 'breaking rule three', without having to acknowledge how fucked up that is.

And so I wanted to test this theory and decided to post the picture of Finn picketing at Paramount Studios in support of SAG-AFTRA the other day.

Right after posting, I added the comment, 'Also ST sub if you delete this, you're confirming you have a Netflix bias'.

For the first hour, the post remained public and so luckily I was able to get some comments on it from other users in the sub. A majority of the comments just acknowledged the picture of Finn and voiced their support, though there was at least one condescending comment speaking negatively against the writers and actors striking. But most importantly, I got a few comments from fans asking why I was insinuating that the post would get deleted aka my time to shine.

I replied by saying that I noticed all the strike related posts were being removed for 'breaking rule three' and how it was bogus because plenty of other unserious posts, that are even less related to the show, stay up all the time. And so, considering the speculation over the years that Netflix played a part in creating the sub and therefore likely still has a stake in moderating it in some capacity, means they are essentially blocking fans from discussing the strike.

I then went into how ST has one of the biggest fandoms for a TV series and how the sub reflects that with over 1 million users. There are plenty of other fandoms out there that are much more niche and small in comparison to ST's base, that have been able to come together and make a big difference by donating and spreading the word as a community, and how it's kind of embarrassing considering our size, that we have not been able to come together to show support for our writers and actors in a tangible way.

And that's when I speculated how I didn't think it was a coincidence that one of the biggest fandoms in the world isn't able to even merely talk about the strikes, in the one place that affords them the ability to come together in the masses, to potentially have the ability to play role in putting pressure on the studios in order to reach a fair deal sooner than later.

These strikes literally depend on the writers and actors not talking about their content in order to put pressure on the studios, and this sub basically operates in the exact opposite way. It allows free for all discussions about the show, but doesn't allow any discussions of the strikes.

Who benefits from that? Netflix. The studios.

The reality is the strikes have EVERYTHING to do with the show. Making posts about an actor protesting so that the writers and actors of said show can continue production in a way that is more just and humane, is about the show. Technically, in a reality where things are never resolved as a result of this strike and the studios being greedy, the show could literally cease to continue. So again, this strike has EVERYTHING to do with the show.

I then ended my comment by saying that despite my suspicions, I hoped that I was wrong and that my post would stay up.

Returning to the sub the following day, I found that my post was not only removed, but also all of my comments were. Everyone else's comments remained including the anti-strike one, and there was also the addition of a pinned moderator comment explaining why the post was removed ie Rule 3.

Now, I have had some of my posts removed on Reddit in the past. Byler posts for example tend to get removed pretty swiftly because the comments get nasty and so that's the moderators usual excuse for removing those, however they don't say it outright with a moderator comment, you usually have to message them directly to get the gist of why it was removed. I've also posted memes before with them being removed and being flagged as breaking rule three, however I have never seen an actual moderator pin the details of the rule. They usually just tag Rule 3 at the top, with it being implied that you have to go look into their FAQ to read up on the rules yourself.

The way they removed my post just came off soooooooooo corporate to me, where the moderator(s) didn't even acknowledge what I said, but basically just proved my point by taking advantage of their rule loophole, by listing off the irrelevant argument against it based on said rule, with no further elaboration on what I actually speculated.

Initially, I wanted to make a post about what happened on here, but I sort of just shined it on because I already assumed they were going to remove it, and so all they did was confirm my suspicions.

But then today I was on the sub and tried to comment on a recent post, only to see that when I tried to reread it after posting, my comment wasn't showing up.

To test if it was a me problem, I went to another subreddit I'm in, Shrek (naturally), and commented on a post. Low and behold it showed up and stayed there...

I then went back to the ST sub to comment on a different recent post and again it did not show up right after I posted it.

So apparently I am a threat to the ST sub to the point where they do not want me commenting on posts anymore, specifically after I posted about the strike and the subs intense measures to prevent it from being discussed at all. Like... ya'll just literally proved my point tenfold.

Now, I do think there very well could be several moderators that are not associated with Netflix at all that are in charge of moderating the main sub. That's actually very likely. However, whether Netflix was involved from the beginning or not, it's also very likely they are now, as the sub is MASSIVE and they probably don't want an account on that scale to be controlled entirely by fans. That would mean 1 million people having access to leaks or anything and everything. Not being able to moderate that would be a pain in the ass (and we're seeing how now in the case of a strike, they also benefit from preventing certain posts from being seen).

So I think that either Netflix created the account themselves from the beginning and have recruited a handful of regular hardcore fans over the years to help moderate it, or they hopped on after a bunch of complications with leaks getting posted to hundreds of thousands of fans during s2-3, taking control at some point from the original moderator, only to join the mix of other moderators that already existed and are basically none the wiser.

In the case of either of those, they can play off that they are an unofficial ST reddit, all because they have a few fan moderators, when it's clear that is not the case.

Anyways, the ST sub has a Netflix (studio) bias and everything that's posted on there is likely moderated by someone that works for Netflix. So, keep that in mind.

[cythena]

celebrity!fav getting a crush on foreign idol!reader is so cute to me.

celebrity!fav is a fellow musician, actor, athlete or whatever. either way he so popular globally but mainly japan.

celebrity!fav finds or gets shown some song by an artist overseas and it's in his head for weeks. it's such a catchy song it draws him into the entire album and eventually you're entire discography. so he spends weeks learning about you and stalking your socials. it's not like he's unfamiliar with your name but he's never found your music to suit his usual taste.

celebrity!fav stalks your socials accidentally, very pleased to see you follow him on your main. he follows you on an alternate account for everything. his official page keeps its following to a minimum and it would be embarrassing to be caught. he likes all your pictures, especially your relaxed selfies. he lies in his bed admiring your beauty before he has to get out for his own day.

celebrity!fav is absolutely estatic when scrolling on twitter and sees your announcement: a world tour. so he excitedly scrolls through dates and cities. in three months from now you'd spend almost an entire week in japan performing at three of its largest venues. he could attend every single one and afford its premium packages. you'd first arrive in tokyo, then osaka, then finish in nagoya.

celebrity!fav is calling his manager to clear his schedule for that week with no exceptions. you had his full attention for that time. he didn't wanna worry about a photoshoot, rehearsal, practice or whatever. whatever it was could wait until he returned. he didn't care that his manager immediately protested when had he hung up the phone.

celebrity!fav arrives to night one of your tokyo shows. unfortunately, he wasn't as close as he would like to be but he was still seeing you live. he purchased seats a little high but close enough to see your pretty face. he sat in an aisle with one security member next to him (only because his manager was insistent on bringing one). as the concert keeps nearing its start, he decides to post a picture of the stage with a favorite song.

celebrity!fav who gets put on the jumbotron between songs. he mentally curses for being noticed but really doesn't mind. he waves to the audience but hopes to keep it brief. he finds it amusing how they searched for him and successfully found him so he humors it. the big screen flashes the word "dance!!" so he stands and laughs it off. when he sits, it finally switches to a different audience member.

celebrity!fav gets a notification from instagram during intermission to see you liked his story and his heart drops. he grins and goes to follow you back. he opens a video from you of him dancing to your song captioned "so good! you should be my backup dancer!" he responds faster than he thought his fingers could even move. replying, "alongside you is a true dream."

celebrity!fav who spends the rest of intermission silently losing his shit because he's actually flirting with you. before you tell him you're going back onstage, you ask him if he's free tomorrow. it's your first time in tokyo after all so you'd love a guide.

personally imagined as...

satoru gojo (this whole thing was satoru coded), yuuji itadori, aoi todo, toge inumaki

kaedehara kazuha, tartaglia, wriothesley, kaveh, arataki itto, kaeya, thoma

kyojuro rengoku, giyuu tomioka, zenitsu agatsuma, genya shinazugawa

meguru bachira, yoichi isagi, hyoma chigiri, rin itoshi, seishiro nagi

[escapedaudios]

So you're tired of making boyfriend ASMR and you want to move on to making cinematic audio roleplays huh? You came to the right place hot stuff, here's a crucial tip. If you want to make cinematic audios, you have to collab. This is non-negotiable. You need multiple voices to make your story feel cinematic and grand in scale.

"But Escaped!" you say, "I'm too embarrassed to ask, who would want to collab with me? I'm nobody".

Shut the fuck up you sexy-voiced SON OF A BITCH. You are somebody! You are a creative person with a unique vision. If you show passion for your own creativity, your passion will spread to other people and they will enthusiasticaly join.

"But collabs take longer, the algorithm will cut my reach if I don't upload 3 times a week!" you say.

Fuck the algorithm. Also that's not even true, just get good engagement early on from your core fanbase and the algorithm will give you reach. The problem is that you'll never get a core fanbase in the first place if your audios fucking suck. Make audios that don't suck and you'll get reach. Desmond ASMR uploads once a century and still gets reach because his audios are actually worth getting excited for.

"But Escaped, I don't need to collab! I can do lots of voices!" you say, "Also, why are you in my house with a bag of frozen lemons?"

"DELUSION!" I shout, as I beat the shit out of you with a bag of frozen lemons for five minutes. You might be able to do multiple voices, but you should only voice multiple characters when they have radically different voices, and even then limit it to one or two additional characters. People will pick up on the common denominators in your voice's pitch and timbre. Eventually it will always sound like you are a mad man talking to himself. Your audience won't envision the scene, they will envision you sweating inside of a cramped sound booth. I promise, people can tell when you are talking to a different version of yourself with a whacky accent. It's confusing and sounds cheap.

"But Escaped! I feel bad asking for other VAs to voice all those lines!" you protest. Fucking why? Kill that mindset with a gun. Voice actors love to voice act, most find it refreshing and fun to be able to act without the added responsibility of having to write, edit, and promote the audio. People especially love to play villains, losers, and other characters that they can play free of the pressure of having to be likable or endearing to the audience.

"BUT ESCAPED!" you say, nervously eying my lemon bag "I... I don't need to write supporting character dialogue, I can just leave pauses for implied dialogue like with the Listener character right?"

My fury reaches its apotheosis. I swing the lemon bag with the strength of twenty-seven demigods. When you wake up from your coma a month later, I spit in your face. Implied dialogue is there for the audience to self-insert, it is for Listeners only. What the fuck are you doing using it for supporting characters? I should kill you. It makes you sound like you're talking to invisible, silent ghosts. It makes the listener feel like they're a prisoner, being spoken to by their deranged captor. It makes you look like a lonely dweeb loser who couldn't get anyone to come to his birthday party. And in fight scenes? Forget about it. Swinging your fists at silent, invisible enemies? Being like "Oh yeah, you think you're tough? Take this!" at no one? Motherfucker who are you talking to?

I promise, having just one or two additional voices give a handful of lines will elevate your story far beyond what it would have been without them. You listeners will feel like they are part of a much bigger, living world rather than a strange hollow world where only one human being in the entire universe has the ability to speak.

Anyway have fun! Mwah mwah mwah, I love you, go make some kick ass audios.

[iamvegorott]

Meeting A Magical Man Pt. 37

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“Ow, ow, ow!” Marvin said as Henrik slapped his arm over and over again. 

“Why in the world would you do that!?” Henrik scolded. “After all you have gone through to break it, you keep it!?” 

“It was to buy time!” Marvin protested. 

“He’s going to make you-” Henrik stopped himself and shook his head. “Damn it, Marvin.” 

“So, I’m forced to live here for a while because Dark got pissed at you?” Jackie asked, tone showing that he wasn’t angry, just trying to figure out what was going on. 

“Basically. I didn’t tell him my brother was working for Actor and threatened to break my neck if I ever withheld information from him again.” Phantom explained. “He thinks if I’m here, I’ll report anything ‘suspicious’ back to him. He thinks I’m loyal to a fault, and this lapse of judgment came from a personal matter being in the way. Now that I’m with the personal matter. There’s no need for me to lie anymore.” He sat himself down on the couch with Marvin, looking just as tired. 

“So you’re Mare?” Jackie turned to Mare and offered a hand. “I’m Jackie Boimen.” 

“Not shocking that you’re the boyfriend I’ve heard only a little about.” Mare chuckled, giving the hand a quick shake. 

“What does that mean?” Jackie asked. 

“He likes them big.” Mare clicked his tongue. 

“And you like them small and nerdy.” Phantom teased back, quickly moving his leg since he knew Mare was going to kick him. 

“Well, I’m glad to hear none of you got physically hurt during all of that.” Edward finally spoke from his spot on one of the living room chairs. 

“They are lucky they didn’t.” Henrik huffed. 

Chase was going to say something, but he noticed how Mad slipped out of the room. He waited until Henrik started his lecture again before stepping out of the room as well. Chase followed Mad as he left the house from the back door and sat on the porch. After giving him a second of peace, Chase sat down with him, not saying anything yet and waiting for Mad to go first. He sent a quick text to Marvin telling him where he and Mad were, not needing them to panic at their sudden disappearance. 

“It’s all my fault,” Mad spoke after almost a minute of silence. 

“Nah, dude. This is all a big mess that’s beyond one person.” Chase said with a shrug. 

“But this would have never happened if I wasn’t so out of control.” 

"I know the feeling." 

"You do?"

"Yeah. Stuff happens that we have no control over, and then you spend so long blaming yourself, thinking if you had more control, then the world would be the same but…but that's not how it works. The world is shitty and shitty things happen, and we can't just mope around thinking if we hide, it'll stop." Chase glanced over his shoulder toward the house. "We have people who care and love us and want us to be with them." 

"You're talking about Marvin." Mad guessed. 

"Yeah." Chase chuckled. "Henrik a bit too. You saw the way he was smacking Marvin. He cares about us.” 

“I don’t really have that.” Mad tucked his legs up and hugged his knees. 

“That's not true. You have Mare. He cares" 

"His job is to babysit me."

"He literally put himself in danger for you. Twice. Let you leave with us and got himself involved with Dark." Chase shook his head with a laugh. "No job would have him doing that, and, you know, he technically quit when he went with us. He'd still be here even if Dark didn't tell him to." He leaned over to look at Mad's face. "You know that, don't you?"

"Yeah," Mad said in a whisper. "Consciously, I am aware of our friendship, but my brain still-it-it tells me that… never mind."

"Tells you that you don't deserve it?" Chase gave a smile when Mad looked at him in shock. "My brain can be a dick too." 

"Why are you and Marvin doing this for me? You don't know me."

"We're on a lifelong quest to better the world." 

"No, you're not." Mad couldn't help his little giggle.

"You got me there. But, honestly, I have no idea. Or at least I don't know right now. Maybe we're trying to better ourselves, or maybe after meeting you, we couldn't go through with it. Maybe if you were a shitty person, we could justify just letting you go and never think of you again." Chase held up a hand and arched it in the air, his tone showing he was joking about the last part. "I don't know." 

"That's fair." Mad sniffed and let his legs go. "We should probably head back in."

"True. We can get a drink in the kitchen on the way back. There’s water, and Marvin's got a whole tea system he can do. He also has those like Starbucks canned coffee drink things." Chase tried to make the shape of the can with his hands and paused at seeing Mad perk up.

“Does he have the mocha ones?” Mad looked like he’d be wagging a tail if he had one. 

“Yeah, those are his favorite, so there’s a shit ton.” Chase pointed with his thumb and blinked when Mad was instantly up on his feet and heading back into the house. “Found a sweet spot.” He laughed to himself and got up into the house as well. He saw Mad in the fridge, looking to have gone in there with no hesitation. 

“Would you like one?” Mad popped his head over the fridge door. 

“I’m good.” 

“Okay.” Mad was gone again, and after a moment, the door closed, and Mad was sipping one of the coffee drinks, a second one in hand. Chase just chuckled to himself and walked to the living room with Mad. 

“I have spare rooms, but we’re going to have to bunk up,” Marvin said. “I got my room and two more. You four can figure out how you want to split up.” 

“How many beds are in the spare rooms?” Mare asked. 

“One, but I can try to-”

“And there was only one bed.” Phantom broke into a laugh that turned into a curse when Mare managed to kick him this time. 

“You need to cut it out.” Mare hissed and then noticed Mad had returned. “Are you really drinking coffee right now?” 

“Chase offered.” Mad had the biggest grin as he took another drink from the can, holding up his other hand to show the second one off. 

“You’re not drinking two of those damned things.” Mare started walking over to Mad. 

“Not our place. You can’t do anything about it.” Mad’s grin somehow got bigger as he took a step back. 

“Give me the can.”

“No.” Mad popped his lips before turning and taking off. 

“You just said this isn’t our place, and you run in it?” Mare called after him and took off as well. “Get back here!”

“No!” 

“And they are not dating?” Edward asked, pointing in the direction Mare and Mad had gone. 

“Apparently not,” Phantom said with a roll of his eyes. 

“I mean, they could have a very close friendship,” Henrik suggested. 

“Not sure how that fits when one definitely wants to fuck the brat out of the other,” Marvin said very casually, a smirk forming on his lips when he noticed the pink on Chase and Jackie’s face. 

“If it was anyone else but my brother, I’d be a lot more interested in that conversation.” Phantom chuckled. “Oh! You have to confirm a rumor Anti was passing around.”

“If it’s about me, then I’m slapping him.” Marvin clicked his tongue. 

“It’s about that man of yours. Anti’s saying that he has more than enough to play with.” Phantom nearly purred, and Marvin chuckled, catching on to what he meant right away. 

“Of course, Anti would go around talking about that, and yes, it is very true,” Marvin added a wink at the end of his sentence.

“So you’re saying.” Phantom held up a finger with each hand, holding them apart. 

“Here.” Marvin took hold of Phantom’s hands, adjusting the distance. “This is soft.” He then held the fingers further apart. “This is hard.”

“No fucking way. You have to let me see. You’re lying.” Phantom giggled his words, getting Marvin to do the same.

“No way. I know what you’re riding. You’ve got plenty to work with yourself. Chase is all mine to enjoy on my own.” 

“At least they’re getting along?” Jackie said to Chase, looking very confused. 

“I think? I mean, I have no idea what they’re talking about.” Chase admitted. 

“Me neither.”

“They’re talking about your dicks.” Edward bluntly stated. 

“Our…oh!” Chase’s eyes widened while Jackie choked on his own breath and started coughing. 

“And I thought one horny person in the house was messy enough,” Henrik said with a roll of his eyes, taking his phone out when it started to buzz. “One moment, Robbie is calling.” He excused himself from the room, picking up the call as he stepped out and nearly got run over by Mad and Mare. 

Mad bounced around the room, seeming to float in the air as he got up on the couch and flew over to one of the shelves, sitting on top with the most prideful grin, finishing off one of his canned coffee before opening up the other one. 

“Seems like he has control over his magic when he’s being a shit.” Phantom chuckled. 

“Maybe because he’s not stressed out about it?” Marvin suggested. 

“Really? On the shelf? Are you a cat?” Mare huffed, standing at the bottom of the shelf and looking up at Mad with his hands on his hips. 

“Meow,” Mad said with a giggle before stiffening. He made a face and then sneezed. After waving a hand to get some of the dust to settle, Mad suddenly appeared on the couch between Marvin and Phantom. “Ugh, you need to clean up there.” He groaned and scratched his nose with the back of his hand. 

“I don’t really make a habit of going up there.” Marvin chuckled. “Also, you got dust on my couch.” 

“Oh, sorry.” Mad stood up, and in a blink, the dust on his body and the couch were gone. 

“He didn’t move his hands,” Phantom said. 

“He didn’t.” Marvin echoed, having seen Mad’s hands stay on the cans, no movement at all for him to cast that spell. 

“Why does that matter?” Chase asked. 

“Holy shit…” Marvin didn’t hear Chase’s question. “That’s…holy shit, that’s why Actor wants to keep him.” 

“He can do magic without a trigger,” Mare confirmed Marvin’s thoughts. “Once he has full control…he can’t be stopped.” 

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Tags: @brokentimewatch @bookwormscififan @d-structive @rainymae523 @ashtonisvibing

[noisytenant]

when i observe people getting itchy and looking for reassurance that it's okay to not participate in a political action like a boycott, strike, or protest, it reads to me like deep-seated moral insecurity.

one fears the judgment of a moral authority that, if it exists at all, would not be reliably found in the judgments of other people, and cannot be assumed to influence the majority of people's behaviors.

a lot of people overlay a simplified model of qualifiable moral "goodness" or "badness" over actions--and assume that the action's innate morality transfers to its actors. this often obscures the reality of a situation--an action's effects: desired and undesired, intended and unintended.

i think it is in everyone's best interests to counter this urge whenever it shows up. enough flattening actions and people into simple "good" and "bad"--what do you want out of an action, and what might it cost you to do it?

when you want to excuse yourself from a political action because the costs seem too great for you, be ready to own the consequences. if you feel guilty, either live with the guilt, or choose to do something that you feel better about. there is no earthly person who can truly clear your moral conscience or absolve you of responsibility.

and when you focus on cause and effect, you might notice that you're not spurred to action simply because there's a lot of unknowns and you feel overwhelmed. take a minute to get curious about an action's stated goals and strategy. if you can't manage an action someone suggests, there might be something on a smaller scale that still supports the same goal.

i have no interest in telling people to continuously overextend themselves, to burn themselves on the altar of politics. others might feel differently, but i don't think it's a sustainable strategy. in my experience, guilt, shame, and insecurity paralyze and poison far more than inspire action. i want to lower the barrier to entry on political action by recentering the material.

so let's leave behind the notion of cosmic morality and continue to focus on tangible actions and consequences. ideally we don't fight for our politics to feel like "good people", we fight because we want something to be different and better than it was before. it's through our collective actions, large and small, that we get there. Smiles

[maidoffate]

Why did you reblog a post that paints Isreal being a colonist apathies state as a falsity, ignores everything Isreal has done to the Palestine people for decades before Hamas existed, blames other Arab nations for not allowing Palestinians to be deported into their borders rather than Isreal’s genocidal campaign against them, and claims people should actually be protesting those Arab states rather than Israel’s ongoing mass slaughter?

Do you genuinely believe Israel is not responsible for every action they have taken since the occupation began? Do you only care about Palestinian lives so far as displacement and cultural genocide is acceptable, but not a blood one? Are you Islamophobic and/or racist to Arabs?

Or, is it what I hope, an inability to recognise genocide denial? That a malicious actor intent on taking agency away from Israel as a way to excuse their actions took advantage of your Jewishness to emotionally manipulate you. That in a time of intense emotions for all of us, racial biases got into your head and you engaged in this material accidentally.

You don’t have to answer this, I’d quite frankly rather you didn’t because I don’t think anything of value would come from it, but if you actually read this, please just look inwards as to why someone can cloth “Israel doing a bloody genocide against the Palestinian people is not the problem, other countries not letting Israel displace the people in an act of cultural genocide is” and you accept that argument as a valid one.

Salam Alaikum. Unless your response is still pro genocide, in which case, obviously, fuck you.

I actually am going to respond to this because I have a lot to say and I think you're going to find out me and you actually think more closely on the core issues than you think. I've been avoiding posting anything myself because I don't want to deal with the headache and potential harassment, but whatever.

First of all, if you read my tags to that post, you should realize I am not at all absolving Israel from blame. The occupation lies in their hands. They created Hamas, directly and indirectly. I am not denying any of the atrocities this state has done—even before the 2005 disengagement from Gaza. I have hated the state for as long as I've been politically active and have only grown more disgusted and disillusioned the more I researched about the subject. Chances are I know more about the conflict and its current state affairs than you considering I had to be pretty well versed on both sides of the spectrum and their current day aftermath to pass my Regime and Politics course (which didn't really whitewash anything and was incredibly critical of the state as it is).

I don't really agree with all the post in its entirety (particularly putting apartheid and colonialist in quotes, because like, regardless of OP's intention, those are objectively happening and there's no whitewashing it), but I wanted to platform the core conceit of it, which is that Hamas is bad for Palestinians. I haven't seen any other post really outline some of the reasons why in a way I could tell people. That post isn't really all-encompassing, either, but it's the best one I saw even if it does have its problems.

I outlined my stance in what I thought was clear in the tags, and avoided making a proper addition to the post because, frankly speaking, I'm not exactly "Tumblr famous", so I don't really consider any impact on whatever posts I platform. Only like 10 people ever show up in my reblogs, and most of them have (justifiably) not touched the small amount of Israeli-Palestine stuff I've posted with a ten foot pole.

I am not at all blind to the genocide happening in Gaza and the frankly disgusting living conditions and routine terrorism and abuse Palestinians receive from illegal settlers and the IDF in the West Bank. I read Gideon Levy's work. In what world is it acceptable for a "democratic country" to have a city (East Jerusalem) where only 5% of the citizens have citizenship? It's deplorable.

But I'm going to be clear: I have been to two funerals this week. A childhood friend of mine is in critical condition in the hospital. I've seen pictures, videos and heard what must have been dozens of stories from people who've survived the attacks that happened on October 7th and understand the sheer depth of the atrocities that went down.

So excuse me if I don't have the patience when I log into Tumblr and see that the overwhelming consensus is that "there is no resistance without violent retribution" and "those settler colonialists deserved it" and a bunch of people stand in solidarity with a literal fundamentalist terrorist dictatorship that has burned houses and people alive and massacred children. As if that's at all comparable to violently fighting back against soldiers and actual occupying powers.

I've seen several people compare Hamas to the ANC and like... just the sheer confidence of what people say without actually knowing any of the history and facts of the situation continues to amaze me.

Now, I'm not going to pretend as if there hasn't been a vocal rallying pro-Israel voice from western media, world leaders and other liberal celebrities (which I refuse to platform, for the record. I was offered a job in helping to translate summaries of the events to Japanese and refused because I'm not interested in spreading Israel's narrative.)

My only interest, really, is just trying to make people understand that they are not "standing in solidarity with brave warriors of oppression". They are supporting terrorists. Actual terrorists. Not just freedom fighters like Nelson Mandela, but a group that is actively trying to eradicate every Jewish person from this land, and doesn't care about any of the damage it deals to its own community or the non-Jewish people hurt in the crossfire. The Bedouin people have arguably suffered the most from Hamas' missile strikes, considering they live in poorly funded villages that don't even have proper protections and bomb shelters.

On a fundamental level, I am pro-Palestine (in the sense that I recognize they are the occupied victims of genocide, and deserve human rights, the right to self determination, and a state to call their own, whether it be with a two-state solution or one secular democratic state for all living in the Israel region), but I cannot begin to tell you the actual amount of vile antisemetic (not anti-zionist, not just critiques of Israel, I'm talking actually antisemetic) shit I've seen on this website due to this whole mess, not to mention people undermining every single Jewish plea post because it doesn't mention every facet and atrocity done right now.

It feels like no one can talk about the sheer density of actual antisemetic rhetoric without receiving "erm actually muslims have it way worse so stay in your lane". It's not a competition. Oppression is oppression. (And for the record, I'm talking about just the general communities right now, not just those living in Israel and Palestine -- obviously the people in Gaza are having it worse right now with the lack of water, food, electricity, and no proper safe place to reside in. They need help the most. Donate to the PCRF.)

Not every post needs to be fully comprehensive. Ignoring something in my post doesn't mean I don't care about it. It's just that I'm focusing on something else right now, because I don't believe people I've heard it. Not every Israeli needs to clarify "by the way I don't support the apartheid and colonization" to get people overseas to understand what is happening here.

Regardless, with my rationale out of the way, I will say I apologize for making you feel unsafe with that reblog -- again, only 10 people show up in my notes and I don't mean to make anyone feel concerned for what I think of them with whatever I post. I've went ahead and put my tags on that post into an actual addition so that anyone who sees that post can platform a better version of it that doesn't undermine the horrors going on here. Again, I really didn't want to post anything myself because I don't want to deal with the stress of it all, but fuck it, the block button is free.

[superiorjello]

Jello Watches Not Me The Show

Part 1:

So I went in knowing "BL, main character joins an anarchist gang, it's based off of GOT7 fic" which was surprisingly little considering what I just got wholloped in the face with.

Reaction time. There will be spoilers.

Twins. Okay. Cool. Black and White is a little on the nose when you're coming at it from an English perspective (reminds me of Fuhrer King Bradley) but I'm sure it makes more sense as a Thai naming thing (cause honestly their whole nickname system is awesome and I love it).

What do you mean THEIR HEARTS ARE LINKED is it MAGIC or something?

Splitting the twins up with no contact whatsoever just seems cruel.

Their dad is kind of a dick. Also smarmy party is smarmy.

OF COURSE HE HAS AN ATTACK

How does his dad not instantly recognize it was a twin-heart attack or whatever?

WHO IS THIS GUY AND HOW THE HELL DID HE GET WHITE'S NUMBER?

I wonder if they let Black be so beaten up in that scene so they could just use a body double and didn't have to shoot all the Black shots with the same actor and then edit it. Cause usually they let characters just be "prettily bruised" in this kinda show.

Wow, White just goes all-in on the body modification and I am here for it. I hope he keeps it for pranking opportunities once Black is back too.

How does he expect to live a double life though, being both Black and White does not seem sustainable.

HE IS SO BAD AT PRETENDING TO BE BLACK HOLY SHIT like I will give him an initial pass for not knowing his brother for years but if he's gonna go all in on this plan he kinda needs to sell it after a day or two of studying how people react around him...

2 second long motorcycle lesson

THEY JUST STRAIGHT UP BURN A HOUSE

PAINT VANDAL CINDERELLA AND ANARCHIST PRINCE CHARMING

"I want to quit." "Haha, funny joke dude. Just chill for a day and you'll feel better."

I love the middle-class student rubbing White's nose in his own privilege. He deserves it. YES SEE THE IMBALANCE INHERENT IN THE SYSTEM HAVE A WHOLE "Oh, THIS is why my brother is doing this" MOMENT!

Garage-owner guy: why don't you stay here for a while, I'll train you up some more.

Me: ah, so at least one person here has figured it out

YEAH, YOU TELL YOUR DAD, WHITE!

and they were roommates OH MY GOD THEY WERE ROOMMATES

Stupidest room search ever. What are you even looking for?

THEYRE HOLDING HANDS

Sean and White can have some cuddles. As a treat.

Okay I honestly just got so engrossed I forgot to react for a while.

His plan for meeting Black's ex was weird tho. Not a great plan. And seriously WHO IS THIS RANDOM FRIEND OF BLACKS? HE OWNS A TOWER? His dad did import/export so that's sketchy as fuck.

Sean keeps reminding White that Black is an asshole and he's like "oh right, gotta be a dick" like, Sean, just suck it up and deal with having an angel around now.

Sean: gotta end capitalism, starting with this guy

White: yeah, but you gotta LIVE THROUGH IT TOO

Manufacturer Heist aka can no one plan anything well in this group?

The complex system of dealing with bad employers but causing loss of income to the most vulnerable of their workers IS A REAL ISSUE AND I LOVE THEM FOR ADDRESSING IT

THE PROTEST SCENES THOUGH

THE GIANT GAY FLAG THOUGH

White: dancing around and so clearly not Black

Sean: heart eyes, motherfucker

THE HAND HOLDING THOUGH

So Cinderella-cop should quit the cop job, honestly, but NFT's? Really?

FOR THE LOVE OF RAMEN WOULD SEAN AND WHITE JUST MAKE OUT ALREADY

Side note is that the same ramen sponsor as KinnPorsche? I feel like it is.

[osaemu]

lipstick stains with actor gojo…….. formal event where his collar is unbuttoned, tie undone, hair disheveled…………. stupid grin on his face when the press asks where those red lipstick marks came from……………….. smiles and says something about not kissing and telling………………………..

GOJO SATORU: LIPSTICK, KISSES, AND AWARD SHOWS

✩ ‧ ˚. synopsis: it's an hour before you and satoru have to be at an award show, and it looks like he'll be looking.. less than professional when you arrive. (actor!au)

contents: fem!reader. very suggestive.. and very self-indulgent. call me vegas the way i added a teeny tiny plot twist at the end.. that will lead to maybe-angst in the future. side-note, i love you guys and thanks for being patient with me lately :,) 850 words.

"make sure you wash it off before you go out," you remind satoru, holding your phone up for him to use as a mirror. he peers into the camera and studies his face, which happens to be adorned with dark red lipstick stains from the hundreds of kisses you've been leaving on him for the past couple minutes.

you swipe back your phone and rub your thumb underneath your lips in an attempt to fix your smudged lipstick. you don't get far before satoru's thumb takes its place and turns your face towards him, giving you a chance to admire your work in all its glory.

there's a flurry of auburn kiss marks trailing down his jaw and all over his pale neck, and the dark veins underneath his skin stand out far more in the dim lighting. satoru's eyes glint as he helps you fix your lipstick, a little smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "nah, i don't mind. the whole world could see me like this and i wouldn't care one bit."

your eyes widen into a doe-like shape as satoru taps his index finger against his lips, cocking an eyebrow mischievously. "oh, and i think you missed a spot."

without hesitating, you lean in and press your freshly-painted lips to his mouth, mumbling something about how the red carpet could wait. satoru's only too welcoming when your lips press against his, and somehow his hands wrap around your waist and pull you down onto his bed.

"satoru, you're gonna mess up my hair," you protest, pawing at his chest. "and my makeup, and my dress, 'cause we both know how messy you are, so—"

"baby, i love your voice, but shhh," he coos, cutting you off by pressing his index finger to your lips. "i'll do the talking, you just lie there n' look pretty for me, 'kay?" when you don't reply, he smiles and adds, "good girl."

satoru reaches up and loosens his tie with one hand, making quick work of his collar next. it's concerning, really—it's almost like he's too eager to get his white shirt stained red with your lips, but the state of his appearance is the last thing on your mind as satoru dips his head and kisses you again.

it's rare that satoru kisses you with his eyes open, but when he does, it feels as if he can see right through you and your clothes. "satoru, we have somewhere to be," you whisper, words muffled by his lips on yours. as expected, he ignores your weak protests, but honestly, you could care less about the award show. "satoru—"

"i'm already holding myself back from— fuck, why do you have to make this so hard?" satoru groans, breaking away from the kiss to gaze at your heated face. "damn it, do we have to be there?"

"yeah, it's kinda important," you reply, a touch of playful sarcasm in your words. this award ceremony is one that could change the rest of your career, and as tempting as it is to stay underneath your co-star, it isn't really a viable option. satoru nods in begrudging agreement, muttering something about hating his schedule as he pushes himself off of you.

"c'mon, let's go," he grumbles, ruffling his hair in the floor-length mirror and examining his reflection. you comb your fingers through your hair in a futile attempt to smoothen it out and hop off his bed, joining satoru in front of the mirror.

"are you really gonna go out like that?" you tease, adjusting the strap of your dress in the mirror and eyeing satoru's lipstick-adorned face.

satoru meets your eyes in the dimly-lit mirror, lips twitching with the beginnings of a smile. "why not?"

when you two arrive at the ceremony venue, you get swept away by one crowd while satoru gets ushered to the forefront of the red carpet by another. as you wait for your turn in front of the cameras, you can almost feel the crowd going wild when satoru casually poses for the paparazzi with his collar undone, tie loosened, and face covered in your kisses.

"was that you?" the well-known actress next to you, shoko ieiri, whispers, short auburn hair glinting in the chandelier's glow. you grin and shrug in response, turning your attention back to the interviewer chatting with satoru.

"well, you certainly came in with a bang, didn't you?" the interviewer asks coyly, looking satoru up and down. she raises an eyebrow with interest when she sees how the lipstick marks go down below his unbuttoned shirt collar. "tell us, who's the lucky girl?"

satoru laughs good-naturedly, running his hand through his hair as he replies, "sweetheart, i'd love to say, but i don't make it a habit to kiss and tell."

looks like your little on-again, off-again charade will continue, for now. rumors are still circling all over the internet about you and satoru from the stunt the two of you pulled before the oscars, and nobody can quite discern if you and satoru are dating or not.

including you.

[lilahisntsadanymore]

Y/n has a crush on her brother’s best friend. One evening when his family comes over, him and Y/n are kicked outside for bad behavior. Keeping each other company ends up in a confession. And in a quick date.

The reader pronouns: she/her

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x perry!reader

Words count: 1.8k

Tw: mr Perry being a misogynist, also this isn't proofread

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Two rebelled souls

"I don't want to hear anymore of your protests, you're wearing a dress!"

An argue filled the Perry's house. The thing was, Y/n really hated dresses. It was enough she was forced to wear a skirt as a part of her school uniform.

"Oh my god it's only Charlie and his parents, I don't have to dress up."

"The Daltons are a respected, wealthy family, I do not want you embarrassing us in front of them."

With an upset grimace on her face, Y/n went to the room she shared with her brother. Neil was there, sitting on his bed. There were barely times they saw each other since Neil went to Welton.

"What's that?" Y/n gestured at a few sheets of paper her brother was holding.

Neil looked at his sister with a smile. "It's a script for a play. I didn't want to tell you through the phone, I got a part in Midsummer Night's Dream."

Anger faded away from Y/n's body, it was replaced by happiness she felt for Neil. Becoming an actor was his biggest dream and she wanted to support him.

"That's so great!" She exclaimed. "What did mom and dad say?"

"They don't know. I'm not sure if I want them to find out. Could you not tell them?"

"Yeah, don't worry. I can come though, right? When is it?"

"It’s exactly in two weeks. You could come to Welton by 4pm and then we could all go to the theater together."

"Great idea! I'll be there. I'm so happy for you!"

As the siblings hugged each other, the doorbell could be heard. It brought back their father's words to Y/n's head.

"Are you coming?" Neil questioned as he was about to exit the room.

Y/n didn't seem to be getting to go. "I gotta find some clothes to get father's blood boiling. He said I have to wear a dress."

"You do you I guess." With a chuckle, he disappeared behind the door.

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Y/n tried to get dressed as quick as possible. She decided for gray slacks and a shirt with white and blue stripes.

When the girl walked downstairs to the dining room, everyone's eyes were on her. Just as she wanted, her father's blood was boiling as much as he didn't want to show it. He hated seeing her in pants, he hated seeing any woman in pants. He considered them men's clothes only even if they were popularized among women now too.

"Good evening." Y/n greeted with the kindest smile on her face when she joined everyone at the table.

"What are you wearing?" Her father inquired.

"My most elegant clothes. We're having quests, dad." The girl tried to mess around a little, pretending she doesn't know what the man is talking about.

"I told you to wear a dress. You have plenty of dresses. Pants aren't for women. Don't embarrass me." He argued as if he wasn't embarrassing himself in front of his guests.

"Pants are much more comfortable though."

"Stop making it difficult and go change."

"You're the one making it difficult."

"I was just telling Mr Dalton how much of a talented young woman you are, talented women don't wear pants."

Y/n scoffed. Talented, sure. She knew he made up lies about her. He knew and disliked that Y/n didn't want to be a housewife in the future. To everyone, he described his daughter as a perfect future housewife, but he knew she wanted a career.

"Marlene Dietrich was arrested for wearing pants in 1933. It was 26 years ago, why is the world still not over women wearing them?"

"Can you stop arguing in front of our guests?" Y/n's mom interrupted the fight.

Y/n was what people would call a rebellious daughter. She really liked the idea of feminism, letting women focus on education and careers, letting women wear whatever they want. Her parents considered Y/n a threat to their family's good name.

"I like how Y/n is dressed." Charlie chimed in, drinking a sip of juice from his glass. He gained everyone's attention.

Charlie's father spoke. "That isn't an appropriate comment in such situation."

"What, am I wrong? Women don't need dresses to look good." He winked at Y/n. They formed an alliance.

"Maybe you should go outside and think about what you've just said."

"That's a good idea." Y/n and Neil's father added. "Y/n could join him."

"It's winter." The girl said. "It's really cold outside, you can't kick us out."

"You both have coats, don't you?"

And that was how Y/n and Charlie ended up outside. Not that they minded, they didn't. At least they didn't have to listen to the adults talking about their boring jobs and lives and everything.

"Neil told me he got a part in a play." Y/n announced, sitting on a bench on the porch in front of the house. She was sure the others can't hear them.

"He'll be able to impress that boy he likes," Charlie chuckled, sitting next to the girl. "Are you coming?"

"Obviously." She paused. "Neil didn't mention any boy he likes. He should have told me, I'm his sister."

"It's complicated. There's this new boy, Todd, they're so in love with each other, but they are afraid to ask one another out."

"Understandable. This kind of love isn't very...welcomed by the society. Plus this constant pressure father puts on Neil... he would disown him if he found out Neil is in love with a boy."

Charlie pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his coat. After putting one in his lips, he offered a cigarette to Y/n too. The girl accepted, without hesitation. Her father would probably smell that, but it didn't matter at the moment.

"You and Neil are a menace to your family, aren't you?" Charlie joked as he lit up Y/n's cigarette.

"Says you."

"Hey, it is no surprise when I break the rules. Neil does it secretly, so doesn't count. And I don't remember you being much of a rebel."

A smirk appeared on Y/n's face as she blew the smoke out of her nose. "There's so much you don't know about me."

"Tell me everything then?" He scooted closer to the girl. "So far I've known you as my best friend's sister, but you might actually be an interesting individual."

Y/n chuckled, thinking about where to start. She had always liked Charlie, like as in having a crush on him. He seemed so out of her reach though. A rebellious boy from a wealthy family. It was almost certain his parents will force him to settle down for a girl from an equally wealthy family.

"Well, I matured during the past few years." Y/n admitted. "I've discovered a way I wanna live, I've discovered feminism. I realized my parents had planned a life for me that I didn't want, so I just try to pursue the life I'd enjoy."

"And what would you enjoy?"

"Being a model. Like Marilyn Monroe, I'd love to be a fashion icon, a scandalous star..."

"You'd be the brightest star America had ever seen."

Thankfully it was already dark outside and the light peaking through a window from the inside of the house wasn't enough to make Y/n's blushed cheeks noticeable.

"T-thank you. Do you, uhh, do you know what, or who, inspired me to rebel against what people expect me to be?"

Charlie chuckled as he inhaled on his cigarette. "Probably Marilyn Monroe? Marlene Dietrich?"

"No," Y/n paused, still deciding if she was going to say what she wanted to say, "you, Charlie."

The answer surprised the boy, he clearly didn't see that coming. After all, they didn't spend much time together. Charlie was Neil's friend and they were at Welton most of the year anyways.

"How so?"

"I've always...liked you, in many meanings."

Charlie raised his eyebrows and smirked. "Just as he said, women swoon."

"Who said what?" Y/n chuckled.

"Doesn't matter. So you wanna kiss now, or what?"

Without any more unnecessary talking, Y/n placed her lips on Charlie’s. When the boy’s brain clicked on what’s happening, he started kissing her back. His chapped lips felt a bit rough on the girl’s soft ones.

They were so caught in the moment that they didn’t hear the door of the house opening. Thanks to the lovers’ luck, it was only Neil.

“Mom and dad said- whoa, whoa, whoa-” the boy stopped in his tracks, closing the door. He had an amused expression on his face. “-said you can come back inside.”

Y/n pulled away from Charlie. When she saw her brother, she thought it might not end well. Older brothers are usually angry when their sisters and best friends have a thing for each other, right?

“I can explain that.” Y/n offered. Meanwhile Charlie didn’t seem very bothered.

“I could see that comming,” Neil laughed, “when we call, you always asked the most questions about Charlie. And you, Charlie. You’re, well, yourself, I’m not surprised. Just don’t hurt her, alright?”

Y/n’s mouth parted in confiusion. “So you’re not angry?”

“Charlie’s better for you than some random guy I’d barely know, right? Not to mention the adults were just talking about you two getting together in the future.”

“So, do we have your blessings?” Charlie joked.

“You do. Now come inside, it’s so cold.”

“In a minute.”

Neil disappeared behind the door with a big smile on his face. 

Y/n stood up from the bench. “So, let’s go, yeah?” She offered her hand to Charlie, who took it and stood up as well.

“What about going on our first date instead?”

“That could work too. Give me a second, I’ll go and tell-”

Charlie shut Y/n’s mouth by placing a quick peck on her lips. “Y/n, Y/n, Y/n, there’s so much more you have to learn from me.”

He reached to the pocked of his coat. His father’s car keys clinked in the boy’s palm. Y/n’s eyes lit up.

“Are we stealing your dad’s car?”

“Not stealing. We’ll be back soon. Up to an hour.”

Charlie put his arm around Y/n’s shoulders as they walked to the car in a quick pace. Y/n felt a bit worried about how her parents would react. It was the first time she ran away with a boy, even if just for an hour, her parents would be disappointed. The girl tried to push these thoughts away and focus on where Charlie was taking her. Charlie. Her brother’s best friend. Her crush since she was a young girl. He felt the same about her as she did about him. This was happiness.

“So tell me,” Charlie spoke, ripping the girl away from her thoughts, “have you ever had someone play the saxophone in a cave for you?”

[cherrycheridarling]

lockscreen | t.h.

tom holland x famous!reader

warnings: none just fluff

summary: tom goes on jimmy fallon for a game of 'show me your phone'. being the oblivious child he is, tom forgets about his lockscreen.

wc: 1.4k

"Welcome back! We're here again with the star of the Spider-Man series, Tom Holland!" Jimmy's announcement drew cheers from the audience. "Tonight, we are going to be playing a game called 'Show Me Your Phone'."

Jimmy went on to explain the game to the crowd as Tom sat across from him patiently waiting. Jimmy pressed on the button first and ended up showing the world that his last photo was a selfie taken minutes ago in the washroom. That gained a lot of laughs. Then it was Tom's turn.

"I'm terrified. I don't even know what's on my phone." Tom shook his hands before firmly pushing the button. It landed on the iMessage icon. "Oh? My last text message convo?" he began to unlock his phone. Eyes skimming over his lockscreen.

"Yup, and once it's locked in, you can't touch it." Jimmy reminded him of the rules as Tom quickly skimmed through his last conversation.

Tom ran a hand down his face before chuckling, "Oh, geez. Alright, some context, I needed help picking a tie for tonight and my mate, Harrison, is nowhere near helpful."

He placed his phone in front of the camera as the conversation appeared for the audience to read.

Tom: haz what tie? red or blue?

Harrison: youre ugly either way

Tom: you look like dolores umbridge. pick a tie ffs

Harrison: mm my babe umbridge. jokes. i'd say purple

Tom: you're gross and no help at all

Harrison: have fun babe the bed is waiting for you

Tom: don't make me puke before i go on the show

Harrison: puke on me daddy

The crowd bursted out into laughter along with Jimmy as Tom covered his beet red face in embarrassment. "He is going to kill me for showing that." Tom was laughing as he spoke.

"That's hilarious! Okay, my turn." Jimmy ended up sharing a voice memo of him reminding himself to do chores around the house.

Tom wiped his hands on his pants before pushing the large button again. It landed on the lock icon. "What does that mean?"

"You have to share your lockscreen."

Tom's posture visibly stiffened at the information given. He wished he had gotten some warning before coming on the show. A caution sign telling him to erase everything on the iPhone.

His lockscreen was a memory. A keepsake. You. A piece of his heart. A reminder of happiness and the loving moments you shared with one another. It was taken a little over a year ago at Zendaya's house for a get-together with a few close friends.

You were propped up on the kitchen island, a wide smile on your face. Tom standing in between your legs with his back to your chest. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as he tilted his head and placed a kiss on your cheek. Jacob Batalon had captured the moment. A heartwarming interaction that you had both done an outstanding job at keeping under wraps.

You had been dating for nearly two years. How you had managed to keep it hidden for such an extended amount of time was a wonder to everyone who knew, including yourselves. It wasn't that you were both set on no one ever finding out, you just never saw the need to. It was your relationship, only meant to be shared between the two of you.

Tom hoped you wouldn't be mad if the world found out, but he enjoyed the privacy and the feeling of having something that was only his. Something he didn't have to share with the globe. Tom debated on his options. Showing the picture and making headlines for the next week or refusing to do so and ruining the game while making everyone suspicious of him.

The former won.

"Okay, um." Tom nervously let out a laugh, "Surprise?"

With shaking hands, he placed his locked phone on the stand and avoided looking into the crowd as reactions varied throughout the studio. Gasps, cheers, 'aww's, even some screams. Both of his hands shielded his expression from the cameras as he allowed the audience to examine the photo.

"Oh, my god! W-what?!" Jimmy stammered, shocked what his eyes saw, "That's Y/N Y/L/N! A-are you two?" his eyes flicked from the phone to Tom.

Tom nodded slowly, "Yeah, yeah. It is and we are. Nearly two years steady." this intel drew more shocked reactions from the habitants of the studio.

"This is amazing! We love Y/N! But wow, how did no one know?!" Jimmy was still in disbelief.

Tom smiled at your name, "I may be loose-lipped with movie spoilers, but this is proof that I can keep secrets."

Jimmy's mouth was agape, "I have so many questions and you are so lucky that we are out of time."

Tom released a breath he didn't know he was holding as Jimmy said goodbye to the cameras and they stopped recording.

As Tom made his way backstage to head to his hotel, his heart began to beat out of his chest as he thought about your reaction.

-

Lounging on his hotel comforter, Tom pulled out his phone once again and clicked on your contact. m'lady. Pressing the FaceTime icon.

Your bright smile lit up the screen, illuminating his mood like the sun on a stormy day.

"Hello, lover. To what do I owe the pleasure of this late night call?" you chuckled while sitting up against the headboard of your bed, Tessa laying beside you.

Tom couldn't suppress his grin at your presence even if it was through a screen, "Hi, darling. I didn't know if you would be awake. Isn't it nearly three in the morning there?"

You nodded and pushed your glasses up on your nose, "Had to run some lines with Tess before filming tomorrow. She's a great actress." you panned the camera over to the sleeping pup.

"Sometimes I think you're only with me for my dog." he joked with a light laugh.

"Shoot. I thought I had you fooled." you teased back, "Why did you call, bum?"

He scratched the back of neck and avoided looking at the screen. That was enough for you to know that something was up.

"What part of your movie did you spoil this time?" you chuckled.

Tom shook his head with a smile, brown curls flopping on his head, "Nothing about my film, love. More or less about us." he mumbled the last bit, but you heard it.

Your shoulders tensed involuntarily, "I'm gonna need more information than that."

"We were playing a game where you have to show certain things on your phone and I had to show my lockscreen and, well, you know what my lockscreen is." his nerves grew with every second that your face stayed expressionless.

"Okay. How did they react?" you stifled a yawn.

Tom's eyebrows furrowed at your response, "Y-you're not mad?"

You chuckled, "Do you want me to be mad?"

"No, no, no." he quickly protested, "I just didn't know if you were ready to tell the world about us and I'm sorry for not informing you before making that big of a step in our relationship."

You smiled at the caring boy in your life. His thoughtfulness overpowering any negative emotions that could've surfaced. You weren't mad at all. Two years was a long time to keep a relationship hidden especially when both of the parties are well known to the public.

"No need to apologize, mi amor. It was about time everyone found out. Long overdue if you ask me. I would've appreciated a heads up, but I'm not mad." you insisted, and it was true.

Tom visibly relaxed at your words, "The audience was shocked and some gushed and screamed. Can't wait to see the headlines and news articles tomorrow."

"I can see it now: 'Spider-Man Actor, Tom Holland and Actress, Y/N Y/L/N's Hidden Love'." you spoke in a mocking voice making your boyfriend laugh.

"Can't forget; 'All the evidence of their relationship that the public overlooked'." he joked in the same tone as you both laughed together joyously.

Your laughter died down while a peaceful smile lingered on your lips, "I'm glad you had fun tonight. I should get some rest. Need to be in hair and makeup at seven."

He nodded understandingly, "Have fun on set, darling. I'll talk to you later. Goodnight, sleep tight, sweet dreams."

"Goodnight, sleep tight, sweet dreams, lover." you gave a little wave before ending the call.

[vinceresemper]

"I can't stop thinking about you," he whispered, sliding his nose along the curve of her jaw, the slope of her neck. She breathed in, opening her mouth to respond, when:

"CUT!"

Hermione's voice reverberated throughout the studio, Draco's frustrated groan joining it nearly instantaneously. The crew immediately began buzzing with tired sighs and quiet complaints to one another, bracing themselves for another round of verbal sparring between their male lead and their meticulous, award-winning director.

"Just get the bloody shot, Granger," the blond spat, glaring daggers over at where she stood, hands at her hips, mouth set in displeasure.

"I'm bloody trying, Malfoy," Hermione yelled back, hands tugging exasperatedly at the lanyard around her neck displaying her multitude of director's access badges.

"We are on take sixty of this one fucking line—"

"Directing is an art, Malfoy! You try and try again, until you get the right take—"

"Not everything has to be bloody perfect—"

"It's this fucking line," she began to mutter, more to herself than to anyone else, as her feet paced her back and forth behind the cameras. "We've got to get back in the writers' room. Tell Parkinson and Brown to shove this cheesy garbage so far up their arses that they can taste it in their mouths, if they like it so much—"

"I know you're mumbling about the sodding line again, Granger, and I'm telling you. It is not the fucking line!"

Hermione squeezed her eyes shut, pinching the bridge of her nose. She breathed out slowly, reminding herself that she had known what she had been getting herself into, when she had approached Malfoy to get him to audition for the lead role, in her endeavour to bring romantic comedies back into popularity. Clearing her throat, and letting out one last long-suffering before turning to look at him past the camera viewfinder, she asked, "So then what is it, Malfoy. Enlighten us."

The blond crossed his arms, the fabric of his button-down shirt straining against the muscles that flexed underneath, as he did so. Draco turned his head to his co-star, beside him, and flashed her an apologetic grimace.

"Sorry, Tori—you know I love you—"

"No need, Draco," Astoria sighed, quirking her lips up as she exchanged a glance with her longtime friend.

Hermione observed the exchange with confusion. Marching up to her two leads, she quietly demanded, "What is going on here?"

Astoria reached out a perfectly manicured hand to grasp one of Hermione's, giving her a gentle smile. "I think you and I agree that the role of Isla was not meant for me," the tall woman said in her lilt, her clear eyes steady in their gaze. Hermione's eyes widened as she registered Astoria's words, looking back and forth between the blonds. She breathed deeply to steady the increasing thumping of her heart as her carefully laid-out production plan started to unravel before her very eyes, determined to keep the loose thread in check.

"Astoria," Hermione began, squeezing the actor's hand gently, "It's only been two days since we started production—you know that it takes time to really get comfortable in the shoes of a new character. It's just growing pains. We can take a break and regroup after lunch—"

Hermione heard Draco huff beside her as Astoria shook her head. "No," the actor said simply, her bob swaying as she spoke. "Draco has been acting marvelously, and you have been directing brilliantly since the very moment we all stepped onto set." She opened her mouth to continue before hesitating, looking between Hermione and Draco. A mischievous grin stole over her lips that went unseen by the two former classmates who were too busy glowering at each other.

"Actually," Astoria started, grabbing Hermione's arm in one hand and Draco's on the other, startling them both, "Why don't you show us that it's the line that's at issue, and not me, Hermione?"

Hermione whipped her head around to frown at Astoria, an outpour of protests at her lips.

"Of course it's going to seem like it's the bloody line if she says it," Draco burst out, staring at Astoria as if she had lost her mind. "Granger's a director, for fuck's sake—"

Hermione's eyebrows shot up, her competitive streak instinctively kicking into gear at his words.

"I see that I'm where your acting prowess meets its limit, Malfoy—scared that they'll revoke your precious award hardware when they see that you can act as a twenty-six-year-old trapped in the body of an eighty-year-old, but you can't, for one moment, act like you find me even remotely attractive—"

"Fine!" Draco cut her off, shaking his arm out of Astoria's grasp as he grabbed hold of Hermione's arm, yanking her to him. Astoria gave a delighted laugh as she ran to sit in Hermione's director chair, crossing her long legs as she peered into the viewfinder. The actor watched as Hermione and Draco glared at each other, their faces filling the screen, the tension palpable. Their eyes snapped towards her when she called out, "Ready?" a momentary panic in both brown and grey as she held up three, then two, then one finger in the air, calling "Action!"

With the familiar snap of the clapper board, Hermione felt something shift—the mic boom poles, camera equipment, and production crew fading away as nothing remained but the feeling of Malfoy's hands at her waist, his chest warmth under her touch. She watched as he transformed before her, the usually harsh greys of his eyes replaced with a delicateness that regarded her gently while simultaneously grounding her under its comforting weight.

Her eyes automatically fluttered shut as his nose began lining the familiar path across the side of the neck, along the contours of the jaw that she had witnessed over and over again—except now, it was hers that he was reverently tracing, and she let herself fall into the sensation. She let her hands roam over the broad expanse of his back, a quiet moan escaping her lips as he whispered, his voice gravelly and scratching delightfully in places that made her shiver, "I can't stop thinking about you."

She chalked it up to the sixty takes they had done in succession, the way the next line fell naturally from her lips.

"Then don't," Hermione whispered back, peering up at Draco under half-lidded eyes, his lips a hair's breadth away from hers. His eyes were locked on her lips, his cool scent surrounding her senses, drowning her in the moment—

"CUT!"

Hermione snapped out of her trance, giving a small squeak as she attempted to leap away from his heavy embrace. He was frozen, staring at her with dark eyes before they widened, his arms falling to his sides, freeing her.

"I, um—" she started, when Astoria's voice rang throughout the studio.

The actor had a wicked smile on her lips, her eyes shining as she called out, "Hermione Granger was wrong, for once, ladies and gentlemen. It was not, in fact, the line."

Hermione felt her cheeks flush as everyone on set stared at her and the man before her with wide eyes, their mouths agape. Trying to shake off the feeling of having been lost in her former classmate, she blinked twice, saying, "Right. Right. So," scrambling for words. Before she could say anything else, Malfoy turned to her with an inscrutable expression, bringing his face close to hers, once more.

"For the record, Granger, you were right."

His voice was low, eyes ablaze.

"Wha—"

"The line is fucking stupid. Vomit-inducing is what it is, I'll give you that—"

"So—"

"Because only sodding pricks would pathetically say that they can't stop thinking about you—when, really, you should be in everything they do. Everything that they are. Thinking about you? That's the same puppy-love bullshit that destroyed you in junior year, when you decided that you wouldn't settle for Weasley's little thing for you, straining to find constellations in your freckles to make you fit his narrative of whatever idiotic sonnet he fancied himself writing at the time."

Hermione simply stared, eyes wide as Draco breathed heavily. Neither of them had brought up their days at the Conservatory, in public or in private, even as the media had been hankering for them to spill details about the other—now far past their Hogwarts days, two giants in the industry.

"Malfoy..."

Draco took an abrupt step back, ripping his face away from hers, flashing a smirk at the whole room.

"Let it be known that I was right," he called out, placing his hands in his pockets and walking nonchalantly out of the room.

"Prat!" Hermione half-heartedly yelled after him, freezing when she remembered that their interaction had been in front of their entire crew. Wheeling around to face the room, Hermione was greeted by the sight of one smiling Astoria Greengrass, who slowly walked over to her, steps echoing through the set.

"I'll be taking this, thank you," the actor said, grasping the lanyard around Hermione's neck, shoving something into her hand.

"Run your lines for tomorrow, Hermione. I'll see you back here, at seven a.m. sharp."

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Hiii I really love your work! Could you write about Tom secretly or not secretly watching yoi have a Zoom Uni class? And maybe he teases you in a way, trying to make you laugh or he sends you text messages or something? And later when you're done and he has a meeting,you tease him right back?

Hope you're having a lovely day 💞

a/n hey anon!! this was a really cute idea but I have another req for the vice versa bit, so only did the first half in this- I hope u don't mind :)

warnings: implied smut at the end but rlly just a fluffy cringe fest

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Early mornings where never you’re favourite and this one wasn’t an exception to the rule. The LA sun was flooding through the curtains that had been hurriedly thrown almost-closed last night as you huffed into the duvet. You needed to get up - but you definitely didn’t want to. To be fair, you’d only arrived the day before and were still acclimatising to the jet lag - though Tom’s presence certainly made everything alot easier.

Especially as you’d been without him for so long, the pandemic meaning you hadn’t been able to make the long-weekend trips you usually would’ve. So when at the beginning of may, Tom had offered for you to come out and stay with him for half the summer (while he was busy working). There was only really one answer…. free holiday with the absolute specimen of a human who you call your boyfriend? Yes please.

It did mean though, that you had flown out before the end of the semester. Only by a week and it didn’t make much difference because you only had a few zoom lectures - but they were compulsory. So even if you were living in the US, you had to follow your UK school timetable. Hence why you had to get up at 6:30, to make your UK time 14:30 lecture.

The arms around you seemed to have other ideas, huffing and only pulling you tighter when you tried to wriggle out of his embrace. You groaned in annoyance, mainly because he was making it more and more tempting to stay huddled up against him.

“Toooooommm I gotta get up” Clearly not agreeing, he just squeezed you to his chest tighter, whilst emphatically shaking his head - all with his eyes still firmly pressed shut.

“Let go! I have a lecture!” Still not letting up , he just shook his head once again - making his bed hair especially wild as it dragged against the linen pillows.

With a sigh you turned in his death grip, now being able to see his puffy morning eyes pressed firmly shut. First you arched up and pressed a soft kiss to his chin, then jaw and then nose.

“Seriously T, I need to show up to this one.” Because yes, you might’ve already had an absence from yesterday, where you had both slept through the alarm.

“-o it-’” Croaking so much so you couldn’t even puzzle out what he said, the man cleared his throat before trying again, the sound reverberating in his chest. “ uhmm do it from bed, don’t go.”

That had you pouting at his cuteness. Ever since you’d arrived he’d been unbelievable clingy to you, barely letting you out of his sight. You showered together; he sat and stared whilst you did your skin care routine; even at restaurants he insisted on sitting next to you with his hand on your knee. When you had asked him, the only reasoning you got was a shrug and a muttered ‘I missed you’. Never, ever would you complain about Tom’s attention. But…. you really needed to get to your laptop.

“I can’t babe thats not very profess-“

“-wont even be able to tell.”

As much as you tried, you couldn’t ever really deny Tom anything. Not when he cracked his eyelids open, revealing the softest warm brown eyes, coupled with a lazy smile. So yes, you ended up quickly getting changed into one of Toms old burgundy tops, running a brush through your frizzy hair and then clambering back into bed. You balanced your laptop on a tray on top of a box, so the angle was less obvious that your backdrop was a headboard. Instantly Tom had half-asleep turned over to lay his messy head on your lap. And with a half sigh half laugh, you logged on- once in the waiting room bringing a hand down to trail your nails through Tom’s hair which made him groan with delight.

It was all going so well too, up the point where breakout rooms were announced and you had to talk - your chipper voice and laughs with your course mates rousing Tom from his sleep. Every time he almost lifted his head into the view of the webcam, you were very quick to slam it back down, forcing him back onto your lap.

Eventually he got bored of the restrictions, as well as not being very into the history module you were all puzzling over- so slid out of bed into the shower. Once he was gone you did almost sigh in relief, you had thought that Tom in his friendly-idiot manner would end up getting you caught at some point. Especially as our relationship was so secretive, none of your course mates knew you weren’t single - imagine their shock if an a lister popped up in the zoom class.

But oh, the relief did not last long at all.

The issue was Harry had gone out for the day. It was just you and Tom in his fancy rented LA house. And, as mentioned, Tom was being clingy as hell. It couldn’t of been more than 20 minutes before the fluffy haired brunette was back in the room - pouting when he saw you still on the computer.

Even though you shooed him away, Tom just cocked his head to one side, a small smirk on his face. And you knew. You knew he was going to be a little shit. He slinked over the bed, perching at the foot next to where your feet lay.The warning look you shot him, metaphorical daggers coming out your eye did absolutely nothing - you watched his hand pin your right ankle down before stroking the sole of your foot. Familiar shivers shot up your leg and it took everything in you to not kick out, launching the laptop across the room as tickled you.

Soon though he stopped, you pulled yourself into a cross legged position, readjusting the laptop and trying to concentrate back on the lecturer. Seeing your disinterest, Tom hopped up off the bed and you thought he was leaving. But no. No you were wrong. He just stood at the foot of the bed, hands on hips as he appeared to listen intently to the lecturer too.

Clearly Tom was an actor, he was pretty good at accents. You should’ve known he wouldn’t be able to resist the impersonating your academic staff - who happened to have a strong Somerset accent.

Pretending to ignore Tom as he hunched up and widened his stance - to imagine the physicality of your lecturer- you narrowed your eyes at the computer screen. Then though, a deep booming farmer-like voice came out your well spoken south london boy - god you were glad you’d stuck the mute button on as soon as he had entered.

“And then as your reading in chapter twel-“

“And then as yowr readinf in chapter twelve….” Tom echoed the lecturer loud and proud, making it completely impossible for you to attempt to concentrate. As much as you wanted to be furious at him- well, all it took was one look.

He was holding his face in some sort of duck pout and all the movements were extra pronounced and exaggerated. You couldn’t help it- instantly you burst out laughing, having to turn off the video for fear of anyone noticing.

Seeing he’d got a rise out of you, Tom was only spurred on, continuing the dramatic acting with a new found confidence. That was until you got yourself under control, face turning like a switch from joy to fury.

“Shut the hell up!”

And he did, for a few minutes, whilst pouting like a told-off toddler. In a strop, he sat down, shoulders slumped at the edge of the bed. Oh how wrong your were, when you thought you’d won - with a satisfied smile concentrating back on the laptop screen. Just in time to hear the lecturer FINALLY starting to rounding up the lecture.

“Alright so next session we’re-“ Before he’d even stammered his way to the end of the sentence, Tom’s face had switched up once again - into one of mischief as he started crawling up the bed either-side of your legs. One strong arm reached out to touch the back of your laptop lid and before you could protest he was pushing it down, till it landed with a small ‘clunk’.

“You did not just do that!” Yelling at him, you sat up so now he was kneeling across your lap.

“But I just did.” He mimed a mic drop which had you cringing hard, staring at him in disbelief. Okay the lecturer was beginning to round off, but that conclusion could’ve gone on for 5 minutes at least!

“Oh you are so in for it Holland.”

You’d meant it as a threat, as a sort of ‘I’m-going-to-make-your-life-a-living-hell” but the bright eyed boy before you had other plans. Wordlessly he nodded, then placed your laptop on the bedside ; then pushed you down on the bed. His legs either side of you, his arms like rockets to pin yours either side your head.

“Ah but you see my love…” he tutted, with a wide smile, hhis breath fanning down onto you as he took your breath away. “That is exactly what I want.” Immediately his lips were on yours, the both of you fighting for dominance as you arched your head up to get extra purchase on him.

“I hate… I hate you… so bloody much” It was hard to talk when his intoxicating lips were moving against yours, melting away all your resistance.

“Hmmm… well its… its a good thing… that I love you.”

He was impossible and no doubt you’d missed the prep work for tomorrows lecture. But having him there, body pressed against yours, after months apart.

Well, you wouldn’t mind failing the module for him.

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐂𝐞𝐨/𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲! 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨 (𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳)× 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞)

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟑𝐊 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲/𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 (𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭), 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞.

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After arranging and rearranging the boxes and bags layed out on the king sized bed, Yunho calmly took a step back to make sure everything looked ok. He let out a frustrated groan as he began second guessing himself.

"What if she doesn't like them?"

He had no time to ponder more on that question as the doorbell rang, letting him know the very person he was talking about was already there. He scurried out the bedroom, as he passed the living room, he stopped and ran back inside it to pick up the bouquet of roses that he nearly forgot about. Making sure to straighten out his posture, he nervously reached for the handle before turning it to open the door, hiding the bouquet behind his back.

"Hi." The person standing there waved at him, her eyes lighting up when she saw him.

"Hey you....." He had an equally flustered smile plastered on his face as he gazed down at the pretty face in front of him.

The girl shifted awkwardly in place, looking side to side as she waited for him to say something.

"So.....did you have fun on your trip?" She finally asked.

He let out a chuckle.

"Hardly. It was literally all work the entire time and I was just frustrated and stress and- Oh! I'm sorry Y/N. Please come inside."

He stepped aside to let her enter into his penthouse apartment, which she hadn't been in for the 4 months he was away on a business trip. Closing the door behind him, he faced her and produced the flowers he was hiding up to the point.

"Here. I brought them for you." He held them out towards her.

"Oh my gosh they're beautiful! Thank you!" She thanked him as she admired the gift he'd given her.

"And that's not all! I got you a few other things while I was away!"

Taking her hand in one of his large ones, he excitedly led her into the room that had been specifically decorated, prepared and set aside just for her whenever she'd come over and stayed with him for long periods of time. Standing behind her, he led her inside, his hands now covering her eyes as he whispered tiny instructions on how many steps to take and where to turn.

"Ta da!" He cheered enthusiastically.

Opening her eyes, she was bewildered by the dozens upon dozens of designer and luxury named bags and boxes that no doubt contained clothes, jewelry, shoes and probably a few articles of lingerie. She smiled softly at his kind gesture

"It's wonderful.....thank you." She turned to him.

"Do you want to look through them now?" He was already reaching for one of the bags.

"Oh....perhaps later..." She suggested.

Sensing something like disappointment, Yunho sighed.

"Don't you like them? Were they not what you wanted? Was there something specific you would have rather liked?" He was ready to give her the world, all she needed to say was the word and he'd bend earth and sky for her.

"No! I love them, I do! It's just...." She looked down, somewhat afraid of saying out loud what it was she really wanted.

Wanting to soften her up, his fingers cupped her chin, lifting it up so he could look at her eyes.

"Tell me babygirl. Just ask and it shall be yours." He assured her.

She bit her lip, that action alone making him lick his own and wish it was his own teeth that were fulfilling that action instead on her.

"I really just wanted to spend time with you.....maybe watch a movie together and.....cuddle?"

Without realizing it, her hands began pinching at the soft material of his black turtleneck, bottom lip pouting upwards like a child awaiting to be refused. The tall male let out a soft and low chuckle.

"That's it? Is that really all my darling wants?" He kissed her forehead in disbelief.

She whined in a rather cute yet frustrated way.

"It's just you've been gone for so long and I missed you. Is that a crime?" She defended herself.

He shook his head then swiftly scooped her up in his arms and began carrying her out into the living room.

"Nope and honestly I'm happy you suggested it. I missed my babygirl as well."

She blushed slightly when he pressed a rather hard and long kiss to her cheek before sitting her down on his lap and turning on the huge television in front of them. They both agreed to watch a new movie that had just recently came out, all of their friends having been raving about it making them curious and wanting to see what it was about. From the looks of it, it seemed to be another typical romantic movie, which neither of them minded. Neither were hardly paying attention to the movie, one more occupied in poking either side of her ribcage or pinching her thighs, while she playfully slapped his giant hands away, often whining which resulted in him wrapping his arms more tightly around her, face pressing against her shoulder as he bounced her on his lap.

When they finally decided to just stop and watch the movie, it had suddenly taken another turn that was not very PG at all. A rather erotic and explicit R rated scene came up, leaving them both gulping and making them both sweat nervously. They both thought it'd be over soon, like any other cliche Hollywood sex scene that would only last a minute or two, but they were surprised that almost 10 minutes later, it was only getting more and more kinky which had both of them awkwardly sitting there.

Y/N could feel the way Yunho's fingers began to slowly rub circles along her hip bones, sometimes digging harshly into her skin. She began to think of all the other places she'd rather have his fingers in, like her mouth, around her neck or slipping inside her womanhood which was getting more wet the more sensual his touches became. The fake moans coming from the actors on screen made her think of all the times Yunho had gone rough on her, teasing her relentlessly and making her have one orgasm after another because he always wanted more, never satisfied with having her cum just once. Those thoughts were so wrapped up in her mind, she didn't realize she had began grinding herself against Yunho's lap until his hands suddenly held her in place, stilling her movements.

Inhaling a raspy breath, her eyes fluttered close when he began pressing open mouth kisses to the side of her neck and shoulder.

"You have no idea how much I've missed you.."

One of his hands moved to slip inside her shorts, pushing past her cotton panties to start stroking gently at her little nub, eliciting soft moans and breaths to protrude from her lips.

"So let me show you princess just how much daddy missed you."

She let out a pleasured hum at having him call her that nickname that he reserved especially for these moments. With his hand buried in between her legs, he moved his fingers down further, slipping one of his long fingers into her entrance, probing around her walls as his kisses to her neck became more sloppy and hungry.

"You're already super wet. Did you miss me that much? Hmm? Did my little princess miss her daddy?"

She couldn't help but nod.

"Y-yes, I missed you so much daddy." She gasped when a second finger entered her, speedily thrusting in and out of her. She couldn't help but grind down onto his hand.

Yunho let out a groan.

"Do you like my fingers that much princess?" He cooed in her ear.

"Yes! Oh my God! I love your fingers so much!" She cried out.

Snorting softly, he used his free hand to trail up her neck before running his thumb across her bottom lip. Knowing exactly what he was hinting at, she obediently opened her mouth.

"That's it princess. Such a good girl. Suck on my fingers....fuck- yes, just like that."

She didn't protest as he slipped 3 of his fingers in her mouth, she just enveloped them inside her wet cavern and sucked on them as though they were one of the delicious candies he often brought her from some foreign country. She moaned around his fingers, as his other hand worked her closer to her incoming orgasm. Although she wanted to hold out a little longer, it had been far too long since she'd had something that wasn't her own fingers, or one of the many toys she'd been spoiled with, inside her pussy. And Yunho's touch was so addicting, always knowing exactly how to push her over the edge in such little time. He could feel it too, he knew she was ready to burst at any second.

"Cum...cum for me princess. You deserve it."

His fingers pushed deeper in her mouth, making her release a series of choked out moans as her hips shook, liquids pouring out of her and covering Yunho's hand in a sticky mess. Although his fingers stopped moving inside her, his thumb continued to rub at her clit, helping to ride her out of her orgasm, only stopping when she finally stopped moving her hips.

Pulling his fingers out of her soaked hole, he brought them up to his lips and shamelessly sucked off the secretions left on it.

"Still tasting as delicious as ever." He purred in her ear.

His immense hands suddenly turned her over, placing her on top of his thigh.

"Ride it baby. Put on a little show for me."

Although she was always shy about riding his thick thighs, she never refused him, knowing he was always gentle and helped her throughout it since she was still pretty new to it. Her hands grasped at his shoulders to help stabilize her as her hips began rutting against his clothed thighs. Her ruined underwear was now painfully clinging to her soaked pussy, only attaching itself more to her skin the more she grinded herself against her lover's body.

Yunho watched with hooded eyes as her head fell back, exposing more of her beautiful neck, eyes shut tight as she fucked herself on his thigh. His hands went over to grab at her ass cheeks, kneading her soft flesh in between his fingers, massaging them gently and guiding them to help her find the best pleasure possible.

"There you go baby, keep doing that. You're doing such a good job my darling. Look at you looking so pretty."

She couldn't control herself as she began riding his thigh with more intensity, loving all the praises being spilled out of his mouth just for her. Yunho knew it too, knew how much she loved to be dotted on in such a way by him.

"Yeah you like being called that? Like being daddy's good little girl? Cause that's what you are right?" He flexed his thigh, slightly rubbing more against her, a wet patch becoming visible on his trousers as she began soaking through her clothes.

"Yes! I'm your good girl daddy! Wanna be good just for you." She cried out as she began to frantically hump his thigh, another orgasm fast approaching her.

"You're such a good girl princess..just for me right? Be my good princess and cum again, can you do that again for me? Yes you can, go ahead."

His hands flew to grasp at her waist, holding her in place as her arms fell back onto the leather couch beneath her and held her body up as she came on top of him, her hips unable to ride her through her orgasm so Yunho continued rubbing his thigh in between her legs so her orgasm wouldn't be ruined. He loved watching her eyes shut tight, the corners spilling out a few droplets of tears as an overwhelming pleasure took her over countenance, leaving her breathless for a few seconds.

Once she recovered from that high, she opened her eyes to find Yunho staring at her with such ardent passion burning in his eyes. His lips flew up to kiss hers fervently, his body pushing her down onto the couch. His hands entangled themselves on hers and held them up above her head. She shivered when she felt his bulge rub against her inner thigh, making her excited at the thought of having it inside her once again.

"Such a pretty and beautiful baby. I know I say it a lot but I truly mean it."

Tilting her head to the side so it'd be easier for him to leave marks along the side of her neck, her smiled at the loving compliments he kept showering her with.

"You're such a sight to behold." He was practically growling as his mouth ravished at the tender skin of her neck, marking as he pleased, after all.....

She was all his and belonged to him and him only.

"My beautiful little princess."

Sitting up, he began ridding her of her shorts, her panties dragged along with them, tossed onto the floor. Yunho groaned at the sight of her glistening folds, looking plump and pink hued from the previous administrations he had placed on it.

"Fuck....I really need to be inside you.. ....

Right. Now."

She let out a squeal as he turned her to her side, laying down beside her in a spooning position. She giggled as she heard the sound of his belt being undone, followed by his trousers being pulled down to his thighs so he could take his cock out. Pumping himself a few times, he lined himself up against her entrance before pushing in, barely fitting the enormous head in.

"God princess! You're tighter than usual."

She bit down at her shirt sleeve in an effort to quiet down her whimpers as he slowly pushed more of his length in her.

"You ok? Want me to stop?" He rubbed her cheek in a soothing motion.

Shaking her head, she urged him to keep going.

"P-please...w-want daddy's monster cock inside my tiny pussy." She begged, her ass pressing back onto him to fit more of him in her.

Yunho hissed as he moved forward, finally fitting his entire length inside her warm and inviting walls.

"Fuck, you're practically squeezing the life out of me. I'm not sure you'll be able to take me."

Of course he was just taunting her at this moment, wanting to get her begging for him to fuck her as he wanted to.

"Yes I can!" She refuted his statement.

"Oh? But I don't think you can princess. I can barely move inside you. You're such a small and tiny doll compared to me.....I'm afraid I might break you." He teased her.

She whined, enjoying how he used his size against her.

"I'm small but I can take daddy's big cock. Please, break me, I can take it." She wiggled her ass to get her point across.

Getting the ok, Yunho began to slip in and out of her slowly, her walls stretching out to accommodate his length better. They both released a series of sinful sounds, both overjoyed at being connected once again after being separated for too long. Y/N's stinging in her core was replaced by ecstasy as Yunho began to speed up his thrusts, her body once again familiarizing itself with his size.

Yunho's hand that was resting on her hip moved to cup her lower abdomen, muttering curses as he felt the bulge protruding in her.

"Feel that my little doll? You're so small I can feel all of me move in and out of you."

She had tears trickling down her cheeks from the immense feeling his cock and words were giving her.

"Fuck! You're so tight little one! One might believe I don't fuck you enough." He giggled as he began nibbling at her earlobe.

Her breaths became more ragged and shaky as she approached her third orgasm of the day, walls clenching around Yunho. His hand that was on her abdomen, grabbed her own and placed it where his previously rested.

"Feel that princess? Feel me in you? Can you believe that it's really you taking me so well?"

She was releasing whimpered yelps at this point, hips snapping against her at a rough and deep pace, his gigantic length fucking her out of her mind.

"Daddy! I'm-I'm-"

His hands reached inside her shirt, groping at her soft breasts, fingers pinching at her nipples as he fucked her into another orgasm that had her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Feeling her spill in him made him desperate to chase his own release.

"Princess, gonna cum- wanna cum in you. Please tell me you've been going to the gynecologist like you're supposed to." He desperately pleaded at her, his thrusts getting more erratic, hair sticking to his forehead.

Y/N nodded furiously, affirming she had been getting her contraceptive injection specifically for this reason.

"Oh fuck! Fuck!"

Yunho grunted harshly as he spilled his cum all over her walls, making sure to fuck all of it in her. He panted softly as he tried to catch his breath, his partner next to him already worn out from that intense love session. Carefully he pulled out of her, smiling in an accomplished manner as he saw her hole be filled up with his sticky white substance.

"Beautiful." He whispered mostly to himself than anything.

Turning her over to lay on her back, he smiled down at her tired and sleepy figure. Leaning down, he began placing tiny kisses all over her face.

"I love you so much my little princess."

Too tired to even mutter out a sentence, she merely let out a tiny grumble which he giggled at.

"How cute. Come here princess. Daddy will take care of you."

Wrapping her arms around his neck, his hands lifted her up, legs wrapped around his waist as he began carrying her towards his bathroom to indulge her in a warm bubble bath to soothe her tired and sore body.

"You're so good to me Yunho..." She mumbled in his ear, her nose nuzzling against his neck, sending him into a flutter of soft panic.

"Well...you are daddy's princess after all."

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[tarlos-spain]

Today is Wednesday, so is time to show me my WiP. It's kind of a experiment I'm doing, between a Tarlos AU mixed with my version of Boyfriend Material. @lire-casander thanks so much for your help

TK PoV

"Do you know the trouble you could have gotten us into if anyone recognized you?

Owen moved around his son's bedroom as if it were just another appendage to his own room. He had entered without knocking after eight-thirty in the morning with his computer under his arm and his cell phone in his hand.

TK protested when he opened the curtains for him, he had been lucky to get four hours of sleep, since Judd had left him at home and when he had finally managed to fall asleep. 

That night had been almost an adventure, something unusual, that had made him feel incredibly happy. He had been with people, guys had approached him to hit on him and it hadn't been because of his name, because he was famous. Yes, it had been because he was handsome, but not because everyone knew the handsome guy in that music group.

No, he had been just another stranger, just another handsome guy, and good old Ragnar would have taken him home or accompanied him if he had asked him to, because he liked what he had seen.

For once, his name, his fame and the Grammys had attracted no one like honey to flies. 

But, like all dreams, it was over and when he woke up a few hours later, he was back inside life controlled by the hours he had to spend in the recording studio, in the gym, talking to some members of the press and preparing for the release of the next single.

TK couldn't remember when was the last time his father had asked him how he was doing and had been interested for reasons more personal than logistical or financial.

"They say you were out last night, by yourself, and they say they saw you around certain known venues in the gay community."

"LGTBIQ+, Dad, if you say the gay community you're leaving out a lot of people who need representation," TK muttered as he emerged from under the covers, like the butterfly coming out of the chrysalis, only looking a lot worse.

"Whatever." Owen sat on the edge of the bed and showed his son the screen of his phone. TK protested, his father had a mania for always having the brightness high. "But you're not denying me."

"Are there pictures?"

"There are no pictures, and thank goodness there are no pictures."

TK sat up with a jolt and stared at his father.

"Tell me the truth, Dad. Would it be so terrible if people knew I was gay? Would it be so terrible if they knew there were two members in our group who were gay? Because I'm beginning to think you don't give a damn about my happiness..."

"Hey, I'm still your father."

"You are when it gives you money. What if I decide to tell the world who I am? Will you still be my father then? Or will you find a replacement in the group and sign a new son's contract?"

"A bit rude of you, isn't it, son? Look, I'll let you take it out on me and dump all your frustration on me. But I assure you, if you were so convinced you wanted to do coming out, you would have done it already. You are one of the most stubborn people I know, ever since you were born, TK."

TK murdered his father again with his eyes, but this time he said nothing, because a part of himself knew his father was right.

He had always known he was gay, to himself it was no secret. But he knew what the life of the successful actor and singer was like. He had read and heard the stories of all those who had decided to be brave and say they were gay.

[mcwriting]

Lost in Rome

hello, friends! Ever since "La Vita Dolce," I've wanted to write something else involving Italy and at least one Italian phrase, and so this lil story was born! Hope you all enjoy!

Ship: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1488

Warnings: mentions of drinking, vv slight language

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You had been walking around Rome for what felt like an eternity.

(It had only been like 30 minutes)

You knew the bar was right near Piazza Navona, but you'd only been to that part of the city one other time, having been staying south on the other side of the river in Trastevere.

You felt embarrassed knowing you were dragging your friends around the city without much of a guide, but you were too stubborn to admit that you were actually lost.

"Maybe we should've gone to Bar San Calisto again. It was cheap and close but noooo. I just had to look up a 'best bars in Rome' list" you thought as you continued to trudge on.

Not only were you lost, but you also didn't have the ability to look up where you were going, since you'd decided to go cheap and not buy an international plan or a vpn, choosing to only using wifi so you'd "stay in the moment."

That moment seemed stupid now that every marble wall and cobblestone street started to meld together in your brain as it continued to darken.

A trip to Rome was something you'd been wanting to do for years, so when your university offered up the chance to go study abroad for 4 weeks, you immediately began scrounging up the funds to go, even scoring a scholarship based on the fact that you'd taken Italian classes in school.

You'd only been there a week but thankfully had bonded with your roommate before even going, having struck up a conversation at the informational meeting the semester before. Since then, you had also bonded with those in the room next door, them sticking to you as their translator.

Finally, you couldn't take it anymore, stopping.

"Okay, look, guys. I'm really sorry but I literally have no idea where we are," you admitted, feeling guilty. Everyone else smiled.

"That's okay! This place is beautiful! I'm sure we'll find it eventually," your roommate, Olivia, said.

"Yeah. Didn't you say it was at Piazza Navona?" Aaron, one of your neighbors, asked. You nodded. "Well as long as we can find that, then we're basically there!"

After some wandering, your group found itself in the square in front of the Pantheon, which was a step in the right direction, but you were determined to actually find the right place.

There was a hotel right there, so you quickly stepped in to ask the desk worker to point you towards the Piazza, who explained that it was only a couple streets East of where you were.

Relieved, you and your friends quickly walked that way, breathing out a collective sigh when you walked into the giant open square, looking around at the familiar structures from the second day of class when you'd toured the area.

"Sooo... where's this bar?" Aaron's roommate Joseph asked.

You all circled the square from the inside and out a couple times, not seeing any signs with the name "Bar del Fico Roma" anywhere.

Dread started to wash over you as you realized the website must not have meant the bar was actually on the square, but was somewhere nearby. You felt stupid for not screenshotting the website page or, you know, actually looking it up first.

"Fine, that's it! I'm marching up to the next person I see and asking where this darn place is. We've made it this far!" you said, exasperated.

The first thing that caught your eye was a group of people who looked close to your age, talking in a small group. They were pretty well dressed, typical of a young Italian, so you immediately started over towards them, expecting them to be the most helpful in giving directions.

"Wait, y/n!" Olivia protested, but you ignored her, walking between a shorter boy and taller girl.

You couldn't help but sigh out the words as you started speaking, placing a light hand on the boy's arm.

“Scusa, potresti dirme dov’è la-" "Excuse me, could you tell me where the-"

"Sorry! I don't speak Italian!" the boy answered in a British accent, turning to face you with hands in surrender.

You both seemed taken aback when your eyes met.

Tom Holland?

"Um, oh what was the word for sorry in Italian again?" the actor in front of you asked, looking to one of his many Spider-man costars around you. Before one could answer, you blurted out one for him.

"It's 'mi dispiace' or 'perdonami,' depending on how you want to say it," you started, realizing how stupid you probably sounded to be teaching a world famous actor Italian words after accidentally infiltrating his conversation.

However, Tom was more shocked by your American accent. Your eyes still widened as you realized what was actually going on.

"Oh my gosh, what am I saying, um. I- I'm so sorry. We're just trying to find this bar and got lost and-"

"Which bar?" he asked in return. You furrowed your brows and looked at him funny, wondering why he would care. He seemed to take notice. "It's just that, we're also headed to a bar and can't seem to find it, either."

You chuckled at the situation, baffled.

"Well, um, it's called 'Bar del Fico Roma.'"

Tom's eyes widened.

"Hey, that's where we're headed!" Jacob Batalon cut in, making you look at him and the rest of the actors in surprise. You could see your own friends shock from your peripheral.

"No way! Really?" Joseph said for you. The group nodded.

"I just got it pulled up on maps," Zendaya said, holding up her phone. Realization suddenly hit that she of all people was the one who you had been standing next to this whole time.

You and your friends all gasped incredulously, amazed at your luck after spending all that time lost.

"If you want, we can show you the way," Tom offered.

"What? No, no we couldn't impose like that," you began, knowing your friends were probably internally screaming at you.

"Oh come on," Tom responded. "We're all going to the same place anyways, not like we won't see you there. It's barely a five minute's walk."

"Seriously, y/n. Do you really want to go around asking more locals for help when we've got it right here?" Olivia asked, raising a good point.

"Alright, fine," you started, rolling your eyes. You turned back to Tom. "You know what they say, 'when in Rome.' Seriously, thank you. All of you. You're definitely saving our asses."

He chuckled as Zendaya began leading the way. Though the sun had set, lights throughout the roads and emanating from various shops lit the way.

Without meaning to, you fell into step with Tom, easily matching his gait as you crossed through the bustling piazza.

"So what brings you to Italy?" He asked. "You don't quite sound like a local."

"We're studying abroad through our university. Unfortunately for me, these goons keep following me 'cause I speak the language," you joked, causing Olivia to slap the back of her hand to your shoulder.

"Ah, I see. I was definitely confused when you went from Italian to American in an instant. Y/n, was it?"

"Yes! Yeah, that's me. And you're obviously Tom Holland."

"You better remember that later, he tends to forget his own name after a few drinks," Zendaya called back to you, causing the group to laugh.

"Hey! That was one time!" Tom defended himself. "Not my fault I was going through a breakup!"

He turned back to you.

"Don't listen to them. I'm quite fun to drink with. You should see for yourself."

"Is that some sort of offer..?" you questioned playfully, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"If everyone's alright with it, I figured you all would join us at the lounge. I'm more than happy to pay for a round or two," he winked.

The group was approaching the bar, and any anxiety you'd had about finding it finally quelled when you could see people outside laughing and drinking as they enjoyed the summer night.

"Hmm... I don't know..." you sing-songed, looking up at the sky.

"Dude are you crazy?" Aaron exclaimed, causing the others to argue in agreement with him.

"Okay, okay. Of course we would be happy to join you for a drink. Thank you."

Both groups cheered in approval.

"The only thing I ask in return is a little lesson in Italian and, if all goes well, a pretty lady's number at the end of the night," he said smoothly, giving you a look.

The others looked between you with wide eyes, surprised at his open flirting. You couldn't help but smile and blush before replying.

"I think that's something I can manage. Now come on, your first lesson will be in ordering drinks," you said, grabbing his hand to lead him in what was about to be the best night of his life.

And yours.

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A/N: Okay fun fact I thought up this concept immediately after publishing La Vita Dolce and just... never wrote it? The entire work was actually written around the one Italian phrase I used haha.

Anyways... Hope you all enjoyed as per usual and feel free to hmu anytime about anything :)

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[petrabestgurl]

why do i even ship rivetra?

(if you're too lazy to read, you may skip this :›)

FACTS (100% CANON)

• Levi knows that he had a deep feeling of respect or POSSIBLY fondness as well as a sense of defense over Petra in many scenes in manga and the anime. Such as commanding her to warn the left flank and to help the wounded. He always positioned her away from danger despite of her having a higher kill stat than him. (evidence provided in the official guidebook) He even got so angry at Hange when she endangered his squad. It's not like he doesn't trust his squad's skills, right? He never got that worried. (except if there's one particular person he wants to protect)

• Eld was the second in command, but why was Petra the one positioned next to Levi in every formation? She was the one who always delivers the reports. Could it be because she has 58 titan kills which puts her above her comrades in skill and efficiency? Definitely not since she’s kept away from conflict when Levi’s around. She acts like his secretary, something like that.

• Petra can see through Levi's flaws and imperfections. As a soldier, she should’ve say things about how great he was, or how hard he trained the special operation squad, or why he called Humanity’s strongest. But no, instead she saw him as a man, a totally flawed man, but she loves nonetheless. Only Petra did, and she still admired him deeply and decided to devote herself to him despite of his dark past. If you can remember her conversation with Eren way back then when they're cleaning, she talked about Levi's dark past and imperfections. Then Levi suddenly interferes when she was about to tell Eren how Erwin brought him to the Survey Corps. Was he eavesdropping to the entire conversation? And went out when Petra was about to tell something that might be embarrassing for him? Well, it MAY HAVE HAPPENED.

• Petra always puts Levi's safety FIRST. This was proven when Eren accidentally transformed. The other squad members are much closer to him, and the ones who possibly got hurt. But she decided to check on Levi's well being first. She even asked him to stay away from Eren. Here, we can also see Levi's deep concern towards her. He told her that she was the one who needs to step away, for it is dangerous. Also, if you can remember the scene when she was ordered to help the wounded (probably to keep her away from danger) she tried to protest, being extremely worried that Levi went off ALONE.

• Levi found the squad's dead bodies with agony written all over his face, yet he just passed through them. Seems like he's specifically looking for Petra's body, yeah?

Maybe he was hoping that she was still alive. After finding her corpse, his expression became DARKER than it already is. In the official wiki, he was described to be "protecting Petra's body". Why would he linger beside her body more than anyone else? (if they were truly equal in his heart, and Petra wasn't special at all) He also believed that a dead body is just that, a DEAD BODY. Nothing more. But despite of his belief, why did he guarded Petra's body? (he rarely do this)

• Levi takes her patch off to keep it for himself but ends up giving it to a soldier for comfort. It is Petra's, since a bite mark can be seen from the hand. (result from when they apologized to eren) Why would Levi take ONLY her badge when he can take all of his squad's? (again, if Petra wasn't special at all) Also, the piano instrumental of "Call Your Name" played as he kneeled down to pick up her badge. The song chorus played, to the part it says "Where is my lover?" Coincidence?

• Levi turned around to watch her body as it fell from the cart with the same eyes filled with regrets and despair (Isayama approved/added this scene so this is CANON) Isayama green lights every scene in the show and is notorious for adding scenes he wished he could've in the manga. But why? Why would that scene be necessary enough to put in if it wasn't even in the manga?

• Petra’s father revealed his daughter’s letter about how excited she was to be hand picked by Levi and how she plans to devote herself to him. When her father mentions marriage, we can clearly see Levi's expression: a face full of regrets. Why would a father randomly talk about marriage to a captain if it ain't related to him? Reminder, Petra WAS NOT ENGAGED to anyone. Her father just translated her feelings, that she may had the desire to be married to him. And that broke Levi even more.

• On the manga, (forgot what chap) Zeke thinks Levi can’t understand people and isn’t popular with women, but Levi replies stating there was a time when he was popular and seemly looked upset after saying it. The first Levi fangirl that crossed to our minds? PETRA RAL. The one who greatly admired him despite of him being having a lot of imperfections.

• In Levi's separate card for Petra's birthday art, he says that Petra picked out the suit for him and found it helpful that she did, confirming the CANON that Petra on occasion picks out his clothes when he's out of uniform. Pretty close for being a Captain and Subordinate, no? (if eld was his second-in-command, he was supposed to be his right hand as well. but petra made it look like that she was his right hand)

• Out of all the famous ships, Rivetra was chosen for the SNK's Hangeki no Tsubasa’s 2015 Valentine’s Day event. On here, we can see Levi holding the chocolate Petra gave, with Petra slightly blushing. Valentine's Day featuring those two? Hmm..👀

• On chapter 112, we can see Levi's dead comrades. Erwin was his host right? (like the one he love/cared the most) But why would Petra be on the middle, looking directly at him? (the rest are looking on a different direction) Plus, if Petra wasn't special at all, why was she separated from the rest of the squad? Her drawing was also the most detailed after all. Simple. She was on the middle, because SHE'S SUPPOSED TO BE THERE.

• The Light of Dual Wings was sang by Petra's voice actress. This is official, and the lyrics are definitely meant for Levi. [THIS IS MY THEORY. I personally think they had feelings or affection towards each other (hints from both manga and anime are enough evidences) BUT on Levi's side, he just realized it after her death. He doesn't have time for those things, so he was fully unaware that he was slowly getting fond of her.]

[well.. the fact that even hiroshi kamiya himself (levi's japanese voice actor) ships them. also, the english voice actors ships them too. it makes me happy!]