#<- rough name for accurate tags i'm so sorry

[sixxtytoo]

.... my faves are predictable as always

[itwasntimethatdidit40]

Special Needs

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Pairing/AU: DBF!Joel Miller x F!reader, no outbreak

Rating: +18, Minors please don’t interact, NSFW

Summary: Joel lets you convince him that you can help him get back in shape. (Do you remember the episode of Friends where Monica convinces Chandler to work out with her? The idea came to me while watching that episode. What came out of it, however, has almost nothing to do with that episode. LOL but I used the name Geller as a tribute)

Word count: 4254

Warnings: smut, age gap (reader is 22, Joel's age is not explicitly mentioned but I would say around 46/48), pov switch (I hope I succeeded because it's my first time), reader has breasts and vagina, she is wearing shorts and a sports bra and has a ponytail, other than that there is no other particularly accurate description of her, brat taming dynamic, power dynamic, unprotected p in v (reader is on the pill, please take precautions IRL), spit, cum eating, oral (m receiving), face fucking, fingering (f receiving), sex in a public place (a park LOL), risk of getting caught, swearing (A LOT), Joel is mean, reader is mean too and also a total brat, rough sex, praise kink, a little bit of orgasm control, a lot of bickering, Joel wears shorts (!!!), Joel comes inside her, sort of (?) seed kink, pet names (mostly good girl, honey, bratty little thing, cheeky little thing, babe), use of the term daddy once, readers calls Joel and old man and other nicknames multiple times, Joel slaps reader once during sex, I don’t even know what to say, you all, it’s pure filth 💀 Title is from a Placebo song.

As always, English is not my first language so please be kind, no proofreading, no editing, no beta, it’s all my fault and I’m very sorry, I hope this makes sense, otherwise pretend it never existed, thanks.

And thank you so much for reading my silly little stories, I'm still in disbelief that anyone is interested in what I write 😭

Archive tags: @pedrostories 🥰

Joel hadn’t considered everything when you suggested it. He’d looked at your big, shining eyes as you told him he didn’t need to pay a lot of money to join a gym, you’d take care of getting him in shape.

Running had always been a part of you and you did it every morning so there wouldn’t be any problems.

Luckily, you had just returned from college for the summer and would be spending three months at your parents’ house before classes started again.

At first it seemed like a sentence, you would have preferred to go to Europe with your roommate but you had decided to save the money you had earned working as a waitress and you didn't feel like asking your parents for them.

As soon as you got out of your dad’s car, you saw Joel waving at you from across the street and you remembered when you had a crush on him. You thought you’d put it behind you and that it was just a passing teenage nonsense.

That day you realized that it wasn't like that, it hadn't gone away at all.

Two weeks had passed and your father had invited his best friend Joel for dinner.

Sure, why not.

You were so nervous that it took you an hour and a half to choose what to wear, your mother had come to your room twice to see what the hell you were doing and why you hadn't gone down to the kitchen to help her yet.

Why the hell did you get yourself into that situation?

After all, blowing your savings in Europe was probably not such a bad idea, after all you are 22 and had the right to enjoy your holidays. Stupid conscience, by now you could have been in Spain or Italy or even France.

You ended up wearing denim shorts and a crop top. Pretty much what you usually wore, but you thought you saw Joel peeking at your thighs few days before and you obviously liked the idea.

When your mother saw you she didn't make any comment, she had never made a fuss about how you dressed. And she certainly didn't imagine that those skimpy denim shorts were there to get her husband's best friend to look at you, it didn't even cross her mind. You were above suspicion.

When you saw him enter the dining room followed by your father you almost lost your breath.

Why was he so damn attractive? You should have convinced yourself to forget about him but you hadn't. You had tried to do it that night too, until he mentioned that he wanted to join the gym and you almost interrupted him and said "you could come running with me."

You felt like you were watching yourself from the outside and if you could you would have slapped yourself. Why had such a bullshit come out of your mouth.

Fuck.

You actually knew very well why.

Joel looked at you with a surprised expression. “Are you sure?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course! Excuse me, you live across the street, is it possible that you’ve never seen me running? I’ve been doing this for years.”

“I never noticed, kid, honestly noticing your habits is not a priority in my life” Joel had replied nonchalantly.

Your father had laughed, covering his embarrassment.

Of course he knew. He had seen you scampering around the neighborhood in those skimpy shorts and that way-low-cut sports top. He had also wondered where the hell you had bought that stuff, didn't the good old tracksuits that covered everything exist anymore?

“Well, you could at least try. We’ll start with a short route. Just a few miles, do you think you can do it?” You replied, batting your eyelashes and looking at him with an angelic expression.

“Sure, kiddo, I sweat all day to earn a living,” he retorted defiantly. “Who do you think I am?”

“An old man” you said candidly.

This time even your mother, who was usually composed and cared more about education than anything else, giggled.

Joel looked at you with an ironic expression “ok, little girl, I'm in”

“Good, then I'll see you at 6 because it will be too hot later, I'll come and knock on your door” you replied mischievously.

“Pfff Do you think it’s a problem for me to wake up early? I’ve been waking up at 5 for decades”

“Sure, but tomorrow is Saturday”

Joel rolled his eyes and let out a sigh.

You had won, incredible.

Your father looked at him smiling and shrugged, “what can I say, I have a smart daughter”

Oh sure, you looked so pleased with yourself.

You hadn't won the war yet though.

————

The next morning you wake up at 5, get ready, put on the shortest shorts you could find, a sports top that reaches just below your breasts, and go out quietly so as not to wake your parents.

You knock on Joel's door at 6 o'clock sharp, imagining his expression when he saw you.

Joel opens the door with a cup of coffee in his hand “hey girl! do you want a cup of coffee?” he asks you with a seraphic expression painted on his face.

He would never give you the satisfaction of being caught unprepared.

“I’ve already had it at my house. Don’t try to postpone the inevitable Mr Miller.” he hates it when you call him that, it makes him feel old and you know it.

“When did you become so simpering? I need to have a chat with your father.” he smirks.

“Of course” you reply rolling your eyes “So are you ready or not? I won’t wait all morning.”

“I was born ready, little rascal, I'll take this to the kitchen and then we can go”

“K, I’ll wait here”

You drum your fingers on the door frame as you watch him walk away. “Tick tock, tick tock,” you taunt and he turns to glare at you as he walks past the kitchen threshold.

You have to admit, he looks pretty cute in shorts, in fact, who are you trying to fool… he has amazing legs.

And clearly, even if you never tell him, you think that he doesn't need anything and that the effort he puts into his job has already shaped him enough. This is just an excuse to spend time alone with him.

“Come on, let’s go,” he says, closing the door and putting his keys in his pocket. “Keep up with me, old man,” you say, smiling before stepping off his porch and running as fast as you can.

You hear him swearing behind you as he tries to catch up. After a hundred meters you see him coming up beside you and he’s out of breath “you did it on purpose”

“Of course” you giggle looking straight ahead.

“Can we slow down a bit now or were you planning on giving me a heart attack?”

“Okay, okay, I don't want you on my conscience, Mr Miller,” you start walking at a fast pace “we can do this for a while”

You turn to him and see his face all red and sweaty. “Damn, are you down already?”

“Not a chance, little girl. And stop calling me Mr. Miller, you know it gets on my nerves.” he grunts trying to catch his breath

“Yes I know, Mr Miller” you reply with a flirtatious tone and you know he didn’t miss it because he turns to you and looks at you and his eyes say “I’m going to make you regret this”

“So, why did you come back here this summer?”

“College is expensive and my parents already do enough for me, I’m trying to save as much as I can.”

“It’s a smart move and indeed very thoughtful” he admits

"See? I'm not as bad as you think” you say glaring at him while you keep the pace “While we’re on the subject, you might not call me kiddo, I’m not a kid anymore.”

“Yeah, whatever, kiddo. I’m good now just in case you are interested”

“Ok, you asked for it” you say in a challenging tone and start running again as fast as you can.

“Hey!” He shout “you little cheeky thing!”

“Blame yourself for it, geriatric” you shout back.

Joel huffs and tries to run faster to catch up with you as you run away laughing.

He doesn't mind being behind though, he can see your ass bouncing hugged in those ridiculous shorts you've put on that barely cover your butt cheeks.

He’s not supposed to think certain things, but you've been mischievous since you got back.

He has noticed how you look at him and how you always try to argue with him, he is pretty sure that this is your way of flirting and he finds it quite funny.

And well… you're definitely cute, much cuter than he remembered.

He forced himself not to do anything because you are his best friend's daughter but you don't make it easy for him.

And now you’re here in those skimp shorts and that sports bra so small that your boobs look like they could pop out at any moment.

And the worst part is your attitude.

Fuck, you’re making a mess in his pants lately.

“Come on, old man, you can do it” oh you are so insolent in persisting in calling him old, he really should teach you a lesson.

He tries his hardest to reach you and you slow down, let him get a little closer and run away again.

“Jesus Christ” he cuss under his breath and try to run faster and you let him getting closer and then you sprint away again laughing and calling him a couch potato.

You keep going like this until he can finally reach you and he grab your wrist.

You turn to him “Hey! Let go of me!” you look like an angry kitten ready to scratch.

“Now we're taking a break,” Joel hisses.

“What the hell? There are still two miles to go”

“I SAID. We’re taking a break. Now”

“Okay, lazybones, whatever you want, don't get too nervous”

Joel is looking mad, which is so dumb, you were just kidding and he should know it.

It turns you on to see him like this though, you have to admit it.

“How about you let go of my wrist for starters?”

He lets go and looks at you askance.

He's drenched, little drops of sweat slide down the column of his neck, his black, soaked curls are plastered to his forehead, his damp t-shirt lets you glimpse the shape of his nipples.

God, he’s gorgeous.

His labored breathing sounds like a hoarse roar as he tells you, “I know what you’re trying to do.”

Yeah, you shouldn't be so horny for Joel but you can't help it.

“I’m doing nothing” you shout

“Don’t scream” his voice is low but nark.

He looks around, you are near the park and there is no one else.

Apparently you are the only ones who had the crazy idea of ​​running at 6 on Saturday morning.

He grabs your arm and drags you inside, you try to resist “Joel!” but you don’t really want to. He stops behind a tree and pushes you against it.

“You’re trying to do nothing, huh? You haven't been trying to tease me since you got here, have you?“

“No” you say, but you're so delighted that he noticed.

“So at the Geller party last week you didn’t intentionally drop your glass in front of me and bend over to pick it up so I could see your panties, right?”

“I dropped a glass, that's all,” you coo.

“And not even the day you stood naked in front of your bedroom window? You knew I was in the garden, you saw me“

“I was in my room and I had just showered. It's not my fault that you are a voyeur”

“Sure. And the other day when I met you and your father at the cafe and you were eating ice cream? Even then you weren’t trying to do anything?”

Oh. He noticed that too.

Yep, you were busy with that spoon. Pretty cliché of you, you felt so silly.

But apparently it worked.

“It's you who sees mischief where there’s nothing”

“Oh sure, I imagined it” he hiss

You feel the bark stinging your back as he presses you against it, his arms at either side of you stretched out against the tree.

You could duck and run away if you wanted to. The point is, you don't want to.

“And tell me, what did you think you were going to do with these shorts and this top?”

“I was thinking of running” you shrug, and you look at him batting your eyelashes.

He snorts, “You’re such a brat”

You raise your chin slightly, resting your head against the tree “So what?” you ask defiantly “What do you want to do, you moldy old rag, punish me?”

He presses you even more against the tree, staying an inch from your face. You can feel his breath blowing on your skin.

“This attitude will not bring you anything good”

“oooh how scary”you whisper, looking him straight in the eyes.

He licks his lips “Is this what you want?”

“Yes”

His mouth is crushing on yours in a second, his tongue forces your lips and slips inside licking you hungrily and leaving you breathless, his beard scratching your skin.

You grab his cock through his shorts squeezing it and you can feel it’s already hard.

He pulls off and hiss “Fuck, baby, you don’t waste time”

“Yes, I never liked wasting my time” you purr

He takes your hand and raises your arm, pinning it against the tree. “And you think you deserve that?” he asks you authoritatively.

“What the fuck. Of course I do”

“I don’t think so. Here's what you're going to do now. You're going to shut your mouth and do what I tell you to do.”

“No” you hiss

“Oh you will, brat, if you want my dick”

“Fuck”

He looks around again to make sure there is no one in the park. “Kneel down.”

“On the ground?” you raise your eyebrow

“Yeah, on the ground princess. Kneel”

“But I-”

“KNEEL. Fuck, don't make me raise my voice, someone might hear”

You kneel in front of him and he pulls down his shorts just enough to pull his cock out.

It's huge.

You swallow, wondering how you're going to fit it in your mouth.

“Open” he orders

“It won’t fit” you’re suddenly intimidated.

“It will fit, darling, open wide”

“But Joel…”

“Open. Wide.”

You open your mouth as wide as you can and wait. He spit in his hand and strokes himself a couple of times and then starts to slide it into your mouth, onto your tongue.

Your gag reflex almost gets the better of you when you feel it hit the back of your throat.

His salty, musky flavor is all over your mouth.

Luckily you manage to hold back and look up at him “Just like that, honey. See how much easier it is when you stop being a brat?”

He grabs your ponytail and starts moving your head up and down its length, the ground scrapes your knees, you try to breathe through your nose but you're still tired from the run and it's not like Joel has given you so much time to recover.

You close your eyes and try to focus on your breathing but Joel immediately scolds you “eyes on me” and he tugs on your hair.

You grunt and in response he starts fucking your mouth again harder than before.

“Do as I say or your pussy won't even get touched today.”

And you stupidly think “well, I can do it myself” and you bring one hand up your shorts, right above your clit.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you immediately hear him say as he takes his cock out of your mouth.

His hand is still tight on your ponytail, he pulls your head and slaps his cock on your cheek.

“This is what you wanted, right?”

“Yes” you murmur

“A little bit louder, babe. I can’t hear you”

“Yes” you repeat.

“You don't have an ending until I say so, you understand?”

“Yes”

“Good. Stick out your tongue for me, baby”

And you do. You want it too much.

He goes back into your mouth and starts rutting into it savagely.

You feel tears stinging your eyes and the ground is now unbearable under your knees but you don't protest anymore, his big fat cock throbbing between your lips and its veins sliding on your tongue are too delicious to do without.

You feel your panties getting soaked.

You look into his eyes again and you can see a pleased expression painted all over his face.

It's so infuriating and rousing at the same time.

Fuck, Joel Miller.

You don't even know how long he keeps fucking your mouth, you’re totally cock drunk at this point.

His orgasm takes you by surprise, you feel his seed invade your mouth and drip down your chin.

He finally pulls back and smear his seed all over your lips with his thumb.

He forces your lips with his finger “lick it clean, babe”

And you do, like a kitten starved.

“Such a good girl” and his little praise goes straight to your clit.

He finally gets you off the ground and he puts his cock back in his pants.

You look down at your knees, they’re full of grass and dirt, you brush them off with the back of your hand and they hurt. Great. You already know you’re going to get bruises.

“What are you going to tell your parents?”

“That I gave you a blowjob in the park after running. What do you think? Jesus, I'll pretend that I fell to the ground like an idiot" and you roll your eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me, bratty little thing” Joel smirk defiantly.

You sit up and lean back against the tree. You tug on his shirt, pulling him closer to you. “So are you going to fuck me or are you too old to come twice in a row?”

He doesn't even answer, he takes your wrists and holds them still against the tree with one hand, while he slips the other one past the elastic of your shorts and into your panties.

His thick, calloused fingers slide over your folds “You’re already soaking wet” and without warning he slides his index and middle fingers into your hole while his thumb presses on your clit.

You gasp so hard and he just says “God, you’re so tight, babe” and he starts curling them up into you “How does it feel?”

“Good” you whisper “so good, Joel, I feel so full”

“Yeah baby, that’s what daddy’s fingers are made for, to fill your pussy well” his scent mixed with sweat pervades your nostrils, he lowers his face to your neck and bites your skin while he doesn't stop moving inside you.

“Fuck” you hiss. You're intoxicated by him, your head is spinning “fuck, don’t stop, please”

“You drive me insane, you know that?”

And it’s absolutely true.

Joel shouldn't say this, but you've been stuck in his head like a nail since the day you got back and you won't leave him alone.

And now that he has let go of the leash of his inhibitions, it seems impossible to stop. He no longer knows how many times he has stopped to look at you, completely sucked in, his eyes glued to the curve of your ass or the roundness of your breasts, your nipples that peeked out from the fabric of your shirt.

And he managed to remain quiet anyway, until you pushed yourself to the limit by suggesting to go for a run together. And now he's even more fucked, because he's realized that feeling your mouth wrapped around his cock, your body on his, your tits pressed against his chest and your pussy opening up to his fingers is enrapturing.

And your shitty attitude actually makes him hornier.

“Fuck” he says in a hushed tone “Gosh, babe, you’re so pretty like that, all worked up over my fingers.”

“It feels so good, Joel, so good” you whine and you can hear you heart pounding in your chest so hard, he’s tormenting you as he slowly moves his fingers in and out of you “More, I want more”

“Ask nicely” his voice is firm

You look him in the eyes and you wonder why he can't be satisfied with your gaze, you're sure it’s eloquent enough at this moment.

“Please, Joel”

“What do you want, honey?”

“Your cock”

It’s incredible that you’re doing this in this park, you’re begging him to fuck you here.

In an hour at most it’ll start to fill up with people, probably even some of your neighbors who have known you forever. “Manners, babe” He bites one of your nipple through your sports bra and sucks greedily, wetting the fabric.

“Your cock - ah - please”

He lets go of your wrists and his hand comes out of your underwear, your pussy aching for a release.

He pulls down your shorts and frees his cock again, he puts your panties aside and takes his cock in his hand “spit” he orders you.

You look at him for a moment without understanding, dazed at the idea of ​​having to take his massive cock in your cunt, which is what you asked for.

He snaps his fingers in front of your eyes “wake up honey. spit on it” he repeats.

You gather some saliva in your mouth and then let it drip from your lips, letting it fall onto his cock.

“Good girl. You'd be even better if you didn't make me repeat things twice, we need to work on this”

He pushes you back against the tree and slides inside you in one go and yes, you are dripping but his intrusion still rocks you for a moment.

It burns.

He stands still and looks you in the eyes “listen, we don’t have much time princess, don’t pout like that”

“Asshole” you say under breath.

He slaps you “watch your mouth, pretty thing”

Your cheek burns and yet you’re never been so aroused by anyone before.

“Fuck. Just… fuck me, please. Please, Joel”

He grabs your ass cheeks and starts moving inside you. You try to stifle your moans but one escapes your lips “God! Please Joel, please”

“Shut up. I wish I could stuff your panties in your mouth, brat” He silences you with a kiss while you think you wish he could.

And you're so delusional that you think "next time."

He licks into your mouth while he’s pumping into you, hitting your cervix just right, again and again.

And you’re almost there.

He pulls away from your mouth to catch his breath “Joel - I think - I think I’m coming”

He’s still pumping, faster and harder.

You hold onto his shoulders and clench your fists into his shirt “Joel I’m - ah- coming”

“Yes I feel it, I feel your pussy squeezing me, you’re doing it so good, so good for me, baby.”

“Joel” you're begging him, you're so close that you feel like you've lost your mind “Joel, please”

“Come for me, baby” he finally says against your skin “come hard for me”

You’ve been waiting for his permission and now that he's given it to you you feel your whole body shudder as a devastating orgasm washes all over you.

You're quivering against his broad chest, digging your nails into his shirt, trying to moan as little as possible to avoid making yourself heard.

He holds you tight as your legs shake.

He's still inside you and starts pumping harder after giving you time to calm down a bit "where do you want me to come?" "Inside" you whisper

"Fuck, baby, seriously?"

"Yes, I'm on the pill, please Joel, please fill me up"

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, oh my god, please give it to me”

“Yeah, you want it, huh? You want my cum dripping down your legs, huh?

You nod “yes, please, please Joel”

And he explodes inside you an instant later, you feel thick sticky streaks of his seed painting your walls and he’s grunting so hard.

He takes it off you and puts it back in his pants, you fix your panties and shorts as best you can and you already feel it dripping between your thighs and it's a sensation that drives you crazy.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous like that, all sweaty and hot for me”

You smile at him, actually grateful “it was amazing”

“Come on, let's get out of here before anyone sees us”

As soon as he finishes saying this, you see a man with a dog on a leash pass by on the other side of the park.

FUCK.

You run away as fast as you can and once outside Joel stops on the sidewalk, bending over and putting his hands on his knees to catch his breath. “Fuck, do you think he saw us?”

“No, I don’t think so. But you know what? I don’t care.”

“You’re such a bad girl.”

Maybe you do, but you really don’t care, you’re too happy.

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REQUESTED!!

Cod boys reaction to reader having a meltdown\overstimulation of adhd\autism.

warnings: sfw, pure fluff. mentions of stress, anxiety, pet names, no y/n only you.

word count: 1k

cod boys x gn! reader

NOTES

thanks anon to this beautiful request <3

note that i myself don't have adhd or autism, everything is purely fictional and the signs, triggers and solutions I picked were mostly from Google. I apologize if it's not accurate, I'm open to learning more and It's okay to tell me if need to change something ❤️

i feel like i forgot someone, if i need to add anyone tell me!!

Phillip Graves

He knows about your ADHD\Autism case. He knows how to deal with it and surprisingly very good at it. You and him were at his base. He had an arm around your waist while he chatted with a large group of Shadows. Big old men who decided it's cool to chat all at once and  the same time. When Graves noticed how your muscles became tense, your breath shallow. He escorted you out of the group to his office. He helped you calm down and apologized for the behavior of his soldiers.

"m sorry darlin'.. breath deeply alright? "

John price

He was oblivious since he couldn't talk to every soldier and get to know them. Although, he tried his best for you and searched for informations with the help of Gaz.

You and him were sitting one night after a rough Mission, you had to dive in for intel in a pretty old mansion. The smells were intense and by the time you were back, you were feeling sick. Price was smoking his famous cigar beside you. He noticed your discomfort and dissiness and rapidly threw the thing away, apologizing for forgetting and helping you calm down.

"i apologize, love, lil old me forgets sometimes"

Simon Ghost Riley

You and him had to go undercover in a party to find your target. The party was extremely crowded, with loads of people chattering and laughing. By the time the other soldiers got the target. You were in a corner, trying to focus on your breath and calm yourself. Simon was by your side, squeezing your shoulder and keeping you away from the crowd.

"i have a joke love"

Kyle Gaz Garrick

He had many friends with the same case, he knew about it. Gaz himself got overwhelmed sometimes and he knew what it felt like. He noticed your discomfort after putting on the rough new uniform. He helped you cut the tag and make the material softer, less irritating to your skin.

"it's alright, you know, they should've kept the old uniform, but hey, at least this one is bad ass"

Johnny Soap Mactavish

You are a civilian. Not used to the weapons and it's noise like him. You were keeping him company in the shooting range. The repetitive sounds made you irritated. You rapidly became upset, covering your ears and shutting your eyes.

Soap noticed, and felt bad for making you uncomfortable. He took you for a walk outside the base, showing you the pretty forest and the dogs outside.

"see, 'm not dump lass\lad, i know how you feel"

Alejandro Vargas

You and him were having a brunch in a cafe. A construction zone was nearby. You could barely focus on the conversation, you had a high sensitiviness to the noise that made your brain fog. Alejandro felt bad for not realizing sooner and took you to another Cafe, you two had a lovely day that made you forget the morning's incident.

"I've never been with someone as interesting as you are, amor, you're a perfect piece of art"

Rudy Parra

Rudy noticed how overwhelmed you were because of your assignments. You were dealing with your laptop for several hours which made you tired. By the time you ended, you had a headache.

He reassured you, run a bath with essential oils for you, put a calm playlist and let you relax. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear and stroked your hair.

"you're so smart, mi cielo, i admire you. you did great today.. you deserve some rest"

König

He hated your boss for always making you breathless with work, stressing on daily basis. When he brought you lunch at work one day and saw you having a meltdown in your office. he helped you calm down, comforting you and patting your back.

for your boss, let's say he wasn't bugging on your back anymore after a 6'10 military man threatened to snap him in half if he made you stressed again.

"mein Engel, don't feel ashamed, it's not your fault and it's totally okay"

Horangi

He took you to a concert during his time off. He noticed your discomfort even with the ear pieces. He walked out with you and kept a hand around your shoulder for comfort and support. You and him sat outside the gig, you could still hear the music and enjoy the concert away from the crowd and loud noise.

"well.. i think i like this spot more.. with only you and me"

Alex

He knew how stressing your work is, being the assistant of a famous stylist made you stick with her everywhere. The flashing lights of cameras and the big crowds of people wanting to see her were too much for you. When you reached your house, you could smell your favorite food being cooked. Alex in a pink apron hugged you, telling you how good you did today and how you should think about quitting if you feel really bad. You eventually found a better job that didn't trigger you and made you more relaxed and happy.

"it's not late to change, love, you deserve the best"

Roach

You and him were attending a wedding of a friend. people made you feel uneasy with the stares. The loud music, the lights and sudden fireworks were too much for you. He was concerned about you when you started to breath shallowly. He insisted on leaving early and took you for a walk in the calm city. You eventually felt better. He knew how he should act and was extremely attentive and caring.

"you know, i think the moon is pretty tonight"

Keegan

He noticed you were stressed for several days, overwhelming yourself with many tasks and chores. He brought you some water, wrapping you in a weighted blanket and keeping you in a calm spot. He finished the chores for you. Smiling as you tried to wiggle from the burito like wrap to eventually give up, thanking him.

"what, you look like a huge burrito, so fluffy"

(the last line was so cheesy 😭)

little reminder that it's alright to have those meltdowns, you are a human and you have the right to feel this way. Don't blame yourself for anything. Focus on yourself and love yourself 🫶🏻

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BIMBO??

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got TWO asks abt this one lmao so i will give this very rough snippet* but i would strongly recommend u first read the original post that is basically the outline for this fic bc idk if this is gonna make any sense without reading that first

*by "rough snippet" i mean i cut this from the original post bc that post was getting rlly long. but u can basically stick this snippet into that post above the last two paragraphs

and that's how they cycle back to bimbo. this time it sticks for good because, at the turning point of their reconciliation, ed and stede get into a huge argument up on the deck in front of the whole crew. idk what they're arguing about exactly (but it's one of those "the thing they're arguing about is actually covering up the real thing they're mad about" kind of fights) and i think stede says something like "i am loyal to every member of my crew, including you! they named me bimbo, and i take that very seriously"

and then ed snaps and grabs the front of stede's shirt and shakes him and yells, "bimbo means dumb slut, you fucking idiot! it's not a goddamn compliment!" and the whole crew gasps because oh shit, we're screwed.

there's a moment where stede looks around the crew and he sees all the guilt on their faces and he's like, oh, ed's not lying. huh. and then he just shrugs and says, "well, i'm not a bimbo. i'm a himbo. i'm your himbo, actually!"

and ed freezes (hand still fisted in stede's shirt) and says, "what" in a very strangled voice.

and stede just smiles and explains, "i'm not a woman, so i'm not a bimbo. i'm a himbo" like he's telling ed the difference between forks with three prongs and forks with two.

and ed's like "you just called yourself a bimbo?"

and stede's like "yeah, but the b stands for blackbeard's. i'm blackbeard's himbo."

ed suddenly has tears in his eyes. he sniffles. "that is the dumbest thing i've ever heard of."

and stede raises his hand and wipes the tears from ed's eyes and says, "yes, well. apparently my crew has been calling me a dumb slut this whole time, so i suppose it's accurate"

and one of the crew members (roach? frenchie? wee john?) is like. "sorry bout that, cap'n. we didn't mean it"

and lucius very quietly is like "we didn't?"

ed is like "you're not actually dumb slut, stede."

and stede (not looking away from ed) is like "oh, i don't know, i think they may have had a point." his other hand comes up to wipe away more tears, and now he has ed's face cradled in his hands. "i am a dumb slut, when it comes to you."

and then they kiss and ed is crying and they live happily ever after and izzy dies or something idk the end.

[frostycatblr-fandom-files]

Why I use _____ in my fics: Mando'a Edition:

My take on the thoughts of typical, popular fanon-use of Clones Using Mando'a:

Some of my fics like the upcoming Sorry, Wrong Comms! will have a lot more than in Rough Stuff but (hopefully) not overboard. I have a loose headcanon/reasoning for why I think the Batch uses Mando'a in Typical Fanfiction Writer Fashion™ in addition to other languages/slang across the galaxy because these people saw war on many planets. They're bound to pick some scraps of these languages up and incorporate them into their squads/batches/family units the Clones are likely to make for themselves. (Don't tell me Waxer and Boil of TCW didn't start calling each other, at the very least, Nerra thanks to little Numa after their mission to liberate the Twi’lek hostages on Ryloth in Season 1.)

[In my fics mostly specific to] The Bad Batch uses Mando'a familial terms most out of everything from the language because of Omega's series-accurate use of calling them and thinking of them as a family.

As such they probably learned a few other phrases out of curiosity mostly thanks to Tech. As he's the one who divulged Omega's status as a mostly unaltered clone of Jango Fett, to me it makes the most sense that he'll also be the one who digs into what can be found on their template for the purpose of my fics even if not explicitly stated. He probably taught little bits to the Batch.

I'd hardly call them fluent, though? If anything they'd probably bastardize the language because *they'll probably make it their own and it essentially becomes a dialect unique to them. Troopers of the 212th under Commander Cody will likely “sound” different than those of the 501st under Captain Rex even though they’ll all have the same base-language. I **know there just has to be unit-specific jokes, language-adoption, and the like, like real-life military units. (We can also get a little silly with it on this blog due to it being fiction-based but not outrageously wild.)

"Kamino is the closest thing we Clones have to a home." Forever breaks my heart as an emotional sap, thank you very much Captain Rex, but as such that line opens the door to interpretation of the "where do I belong and what sort of culture am I adopting now that this is all over, for better or for worse?" plotline question many Pre/Post Order 66 fanfictions take. (It's really all it is at the end of the day: it's not that deep because it's interpretation, and fiction first and foremost by nature so we can get silly and serious with it in equal measures.)

*They'll use lots of slang that stems from Canon/Legends use in and by the GAR (and the Jedi), naturally. (They're soldiers and have the training to be soldiers that will include a lot of military-rooted jargon. My brother is active military at the time of writing this explanation to fit into my masterlist. Even when he has leave or can make a call home he's still using military slang either habitually or in recounts of what he's **done with his unit since the last time he's talked with/seen us.) 

I also don't know what is and isn't Canon vs Legends material. It's part of why my "disclaimers" or explanations like this are so freaking long sometimes. There is simply too much lore for me and my hell-brain to keep track of. I do my best. Sometimes it's simply just "Canon In My Heart" and nothing else and I do my best to tag it as such.

I change my mind all the time lmao. Indecisive should be my middle name. Some headcanons I had a year ago when I was writing Rough Stuff are very different today.

Fics I share with others will have a lot less Mando'a than fics I'm keeping to myself but I also use it because I find the language fascinating. 

Like holy hells you're telling me the base "vod" [vohd] means brother, sister, and comrade(/'mate' seems to apply in an informal/unfamiliar sense) and "ba'vodu" [BAH-vod-oo] means aunt and uncle without making it specifically gendered outside of contextual conversation? Or the popular "ad'ika" [ah-DEE-kah] can mean any of kid, lad, boy, sweetie, darling, son, daughter, child likely from the base word "ad" [ahd] (ignoring the "ika" [EE-kah] diminutive suffix for a moment) meaning sons, daughters, child and it's similar word of "ade" [AH-day] simply just being children? To me that's all pretty neat. It's a verbal trail of threads connecting one thing to another that I've been having fun with from what I'm seeing in various fan-made glossaries I've referenced while working on things like Sorry, Wrong Comms! and the like.

Whether the status of certain bits of the Mandalorian culture that gets referenced in anything I write-to-share falls under Canons or Legends classification I won't even pretend to say I understand so if I look like I'm flying blind into the asteroid belt maybe I am oops-

I'm doing this explanation more for fun than anything really- nothing here is meant to be defensive or hostile. <3

[teecupangel]

I learned of Shao Jun while checking Ezio's AC wiki page before actually playing AC Chronicles China and before watching Embers so I always assumed as well that Shao Jun is "(family name) (given name)", especially since I'm used to thinking that if Shao Jun was her full given name, it would have been written as "Shaojun" instead.

Then I watched Embers and Ezio kept calling her 'Yun' and that confused me so I tried checking the JP version of ACC China to check for the kanjis of her name but I saw this instead:

Then I checked the Shao Jun manga JP version and...

This means, as far as the official JP AC media is concerned, the pronunciation of her name is シャオ・ユン (Shao Yun). シャオ・ユン is also her pixiv tag.

Of course that doesn't necessarily mean that it's canon that her actual name is Shao Yun but this does mean that Ubisoft signed off on all of these and, as far as JP is concerned, her name has always been Shao Yun. Had it been Shao Jun, it would have been written and pronounced as シャオ・ジュン.

The JP wiki does give 3 different kanjis for her name though:

Regardless, it seems that, as far as JP is concerned, Shao is supposed to be 少. The second part of that paragraph even says "there are multiple kanjis for her name's meaning. (refer to the name section)" (spoiler: there is no name section in her wiki... also, very rough translation, sorry)

So I think that Ezio and Sofia calling her 'Yun' may be more accurate?

(I personally still use Shao Jun unless Ubisoft retcons it or fesses up that they screwed up with the Jun/Yun thing... although I will use シャオ・ユン if I have to 'talk' about her in JP XD)

(does... ACC China not have a Chinese translation? I assumed it had? Wouldn't that sorta-kinda have Shao Jun's official Chinese characters?)

Irt Shao Jun's Name

Why is it even spelled "Jun"? Even in her first appearance in Assassin's Creed: Embers, Ezio and Sofia pronounce it "Shao Yun."

It's...a mixed bag in Chinese fandom, as far as I've seen. There are no official characters for her name, and without them, we don't know what her name means or even how to correctly pronounce it because there are no tones. Fans usually pick a number of characters to spell out either Shao Jun or Shao Yun, which means her name is usually pronounced differently, with different meanings.

Tbfh, I always favored 绍君 for her name, AKA Shao Jun with "Shao" being a surname to mean "carry on" and "Jun" being a word to describe a gentleman/someone of noble birth and bearing. It bears a lot of power.

In the official AC novels by Yan Leisheng, he uses the 少芸，or Little Yun, which has me taken aback because I've always read Shao Yun as her full name, meaning "Shao" would be a family name, not a prefix. I guess both would work, given that she's a palace concubine. The "yun" he uses means "rue," the flower, which is fitting for a concubine, but doesn't bear the same weight and power as the "jun" I chose for her.

Either way, Ubisoft can't commit to her name. They spell it one way, then pronounce it another. Even the novelization is apparently officially non-canon, meaning once again, the VIBE of this girl is completely up to fanon.

[vivi-in-the-sky-with-diamonds]

Where Heart Doth Hop

(Source)

In which you help three of four boys practice a certain Shakespearean performance.

Apologies once again for no posts. It's raining a lot here and the only internet I have is my hotspot and my data gets really slow when it rains. Finally finished reinstalling Windows 10 but now I have to reinstall Word with my slow ass internet >.> since my masterlist is a page and can only be accessed for editing on web (and since my internet is an actual ass), this one might not be there for a bit, but that's why we make master tags lol.

Like I said before, originally written for my Beatles dr but I honestly liked it too much to not post it. This isn't a direct manuscript of this performance, but it's pretty damn close. The audio on that performance (or at least the upload I've seen) was kinda bad, and the audience was super loud (understandably so) so some lines are directly from the original play or just referenced from an outside POV. I watched the performance and read the scene from the play several times while writing this to make it as accurate as possible. It's never explicitly stated where John is (I think at one point, I decided in my head, he was on a date or something), so you can choose your own adventure on that.

Proofed in UK English (probably). Checked with a random TTS website to triple-check for typos and me forgetting to change the person. Sorry I'm posting this at 3 AM, I procrastinated by sleeping all day (it was raining, I couldn't help it!) and then playing the Sims Medieval for an ungodly amount of time. Please excuse my sorry excuse for a name for this one, it's my favorite line and I couldn't come up with anything better. Enjoy!

“Y/N, can you help me with this?” Paul asks when he comes into the sitting room.

“Of course, love, what is it?” you reply.

“Well, we’re supposed to perform this Shakespeare thing and the lads and I wanna run through it, but, well…” He gestures toward George and Rich, noting the lack of John.

“Oh, I can do John’s lines,” you volunteer. “Which character?”

“Okay, you’ll be Thisbe.” He hands you what you assume is John’s copy of the script. “I guess we’ll pretend the coffee table is Wall.”

George and Rich stand back, Paul guiding you to do the same.

“O, I fear my Thisbe’s promise is forgot!” he begins. “And thou, o wall, o sweet and lovely wall, that stands between her father’s ground and mine! Thou, o wall, o sweet and lovely wall, show me thy chink, to blink through with mine eye— But what see I? No Thisbe do I see! O wicked wall, cursed be thy stones for deceiving me!”

He pretends to beat up whatever poor soul plays Wall before addressing the audience about Thisbe’s cue.

You walk to the table and clear your throat. “O wall, full often hast thou heard my moans for parting my fair Pyramus and me! My cherry lips have often kissed thy stones—”

As you continue your line, Paul addresses the audience again before standing across from you. “Thisbe!” he sings. “Thisbe!”

“What?!” you reply in fake annoyance. “My love thou art, my love I think.”

“Meet me at Ninny’s tomb straightaway.”

“Ninny’s tomb; is that still open?” You're trying your hardest not to laugh at the line as you both step back, allowing George and Rich to take their places in front.

“You ladies,” starts Rich. “You who fears the smallest monstrous mouse that walks the floor may now perchance both quake and tremble here, when lion rough in wildest rage doth roar!”

You and Paul nearly dissolve into giggles at Ritchie’s tiny roar before he continues, “And know that I one Ringo the drummer am, for if I was really a lion, I wouldn’t be makin’ all the money I am today, would I?”

He steps back, leaving George alone. You can tell George is having trouble with not having the hecklers' lines practiced, because he’s pure frustrated by the time he gets to, “Look, you, all I have to say is to tell you that this lantern is the moon, you see. I’m the man in the moon. This thorn bush here is my thorn bush, and this doggy-woggy here is my dog.”

You step forward. “So, this is old Ninny’s tomb. George, do you need something to hold in place of a lantern?”

George, with his arm suspended above your head, answers, “It’s fine. Keep goin'.”

“Right.” You feign knocking on the door before opening it. “But where is my love?”

Ritchie pops up in front of you with another roar; you scream, and he begins chasing you round the room before you end in what would be the background.

According to the script, you're—or rather John is—meant to drop a mantle, so you drop your handkerchief on the way back.

“Sweet moon,” says Paul, “I thank thee for thy sunny beams.”

As he begins another sentence, George shakes his head and gestures toward your fallen handkerchief.

“Hello, hello, hello, what’s this?” He begins his line as he picks up the fabric. “Eyes, do you see; how can it be? What dreadful dole is here! Thy mantle good, all covered in blood—” his accent makes the words rhyme, “—o dainty duck, o dear! Come, tears, confound! Out, sword, and wound—” he pulls an imaginary sword from its hilt “—the pap of Pyramus; that left pap where heart doth hop!”

You stare at him in adoration as he speaks, though you don’t think he notices, as he continues, “Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. Now am I dead, now am I fled. Oh, well, you can’t win ‘em all. Tongue, lose thy light, Moon, take thy flight. See ya, George.”

George exits the “stage” as Paul begins fake stabbing himself. “Now, die, die, die, die, die!”

You skip in, humming a tune, and kneel next to him. “Asleep, my love?”

“Die, die, die!” he continues, still stabbing.

“What, dead, my dove?” You begin shaking him as you continue, “Pyramus, arise! O, speak, speak! Quite dumb. Dead, a tomb must cover thy sweet eyes. Those lily lips, his cherry nose, those yellow cowslip cheeks are gone, are gone. Lovers, make moan. His eyes were green as leeks.”

Paul is trying not to laugh as you say, “Tongue, not a word, not a word. Shut up!” You move to sit instead of kneeling. “Not a word. Come, trusty sword. Come, blade, my breast imbrue.”

You stab yourself with Paul’s imaginary blade before saying, “And, farewell, friends; thus Thisbe ends. Adieu, adieu, adieu!”

You and Paul take hands and lie backwards together as he says the line with you.

You're both laughing by the time you stand up.

“Right, I think that was good. Lads?” Paul looks to the other two for confirmation.

They both nod and Rich says, “I like her better than John. She takes the role seriously.”

[lupine-princess]

She Thinks

Fandom: Supernatural

Rating: M? (just to be safe, since there is discussion of sex and violence in later parts.)

Pairing: Female OC x ??? (it's a surprise/choose your own-ish? There is a reveal moment, but you could easily put in whoever you want I suppose)

Warnings: implied rough sex/choking/etc., torture/violence in later parts

Word Count: 1523

Cross posted on AO3 @- Lupine_Princess

My first ever fan fiction, so please be gentle. This is going to be in 3 parts, because the rabid plot bunny would go away and the Main Female stfu...this so did not go how I thought it would, but the character wants what the character wants right? Right...? Part 1 seems to be the shortest of the 3, but part 2 is a *beast* so I'm preemptively apologizing now. lol

Anyway, this is a song fic, but I'm not tagging the song or the singer in the first 2 parts to as not to give it away, but *will* be giving credit where it is due, because I'm not a total asshole. Also, there's no real dialogue in this, because writing dialogue, the same as writing smut, scares the hell out of me right now...maybe one day...

Also, to @kittenofdoomage, thank you for the inspiration and encouragement. You rock! ❤️❤️❤️

Alright, well...here we go...

Part One

The woman lies on the bed and stares at the ceiling as her mind wanders over the course of her life to this point. She can remember with perfect clarity certain events, or more accurately, certain people. People such as her past lovers. She can remember each and every face, their names, how their liaison began, how they went, and especially how it ended. It should be noted, she points out in her own mind, that not only did none of her relationships end badly, they also never began before she knew everything there was to know about the man in question. She was near obsessive about knowing who she was involving herself with before the event took place. A woman can never be too careful after all, she says internally with a sneer that would have her Mama clutching her pearls and reaching for the nearest switch. Of course, if Mama were still alive, the woman knew she wouldn’t have allowed the situation that led the woman to where she is right now.

Oh, Mama. I’m so sorry, she sighs. She fights back the tears that spring to her eyes because she hadn’t cried thus far, and she doesn’t intend to start now. She will keep what dignity remains to her or die trying. Also, Mama always said that if the tears didn’t benefit you, they were pointless wastes of time and energy better spent achieving your goals by other means. Tears won’t help the woman now, she knows, so the best thing she can do is make Mama proud and control herself. If nothing else, the woman can and will take pleasure in frustration her lack of tears would cause. The thought makes her smile briefly, before she realizes that particular train of thought will only lead to pondering her current circumstances again, and she doesn’t want to do that right now. Instead of dealing with that, she casts her mind back to thoughts of her former flames.

She smiles as she remembers them. Each one tall, handsome, and if not rich, then powerful. Or connected to people who were. Her first success began in her junior year of high school. Robbie, the Mayor’s son, was so sweet but painfully stupid. She did help him smarten up a bit and was even responsible for his graduating. His family was very grateful and had all but adopted her at his graduation ceremony. Mama had never looked so proud. Eventually though the woman had tired of being unable to hold an intelligent conversation with him a predicament nothing could ever change, apparently. Still, she didn’t want to let him go completely so, as would become a matter of course for her, her modus operandi if you will, she introduced him to a very pretty, if somewhat dim, friend of hers that he later married. Robbie and Grace now had three beautiful children, who seemed to already be smarter than their parents, possibly due more to the woman’s own place as the children’s godmother than their parent’s child-rearing skills. After the oldest was born, Robbie had decided that he would run for his father’s old position, and of course the woman became his campaign manager and right-hand woman when he was elected. Someone had to take charge and help him muddle through actually using what passed for his brain (or otherwise do his thinking for him, the woman adds with a smirk), and it certainly wasn’t going to be his sweet, easily satisfied, simple-minded wife. Oh, tongues may wag, as they are wont to do in a small town, but the woman would never dream of engaging in inappropriate behavior with dear Robbie. Nor would she allow him to engage in such things with anyone else and risk a scandal. The very idea was laughable and frankly insulting. As if she would risk everything for a night of lukewarm passion. HA! she scoffs to herself.

And so, it went. Troy: the banker’s eldest, married to Bethney, one child and one on the way; always happy to lend a hand the woman needed financial advice or help getting a loan once his father retired and handed the bank over to him. Jordan: the Chief of Police, married to Cora, two kids, precocious twin boys that were the apple of their Godmother’s eye, just like all of her other godchildren, the woman refuses to play favorites, thank you very much; always pleased to send an officer to investigate any suspicious noises or walk her to her car when she left the office late at night, not to mention the fact that she hadn’t gotten a parking or speeding ticket in years, even though she probably (most certainly) should have. Brian: the District attorney, married to Angela, no kids just yet, but there will be a beautiful little girl gracing their home within the next few months assuming the adoption goes through without a problem, which it should considering all of the work the woman has put in ensuring that the couple can grow their family like they so dearly want; not exactly useful just yet, but the woman had no doubt that, should his particular expertise be necessary…well, it’s better not to even contemplate that actually. Premeditation is an ugly word that gets thrown around far too easily after all.

Last was Zachary, never Zack, the woman remembers with a shudder of pleasurable fear and a secret smile: a businessman who made his money in various industries including oil, automobiles, construction, and more, married to Trisha, no children and the couple didn’t want any they were happy to tell anyone who asked. The woman didn’t judge of course, it even made sense in a way what with all of the traveling the couple did…among other things. Zachary is the most dangerous of the woman’s former lovers, after all, and arguably the most useful due to his versatility, intelligence, and ruthlessness, and his less than totally legal side businesses meant the money never stopped flowing. She had very nearly decided to marry Zachary herself, the woman recalls, but when she found out that he categorically refused to have children out of fear that his enemies would try to use them against him, which wasn’t exactly and unfounded fear if the woman was honest, she had decided against it and introduced him to Trisha, who not only did not want children, but was unable to conceive because of an injury she suffered as a child herself. Darling Trisha had made peace with having her choice taken away like that, which she had told the woman had bothered her more than the fact that she would never grow a child in her own womb, and Zachary had accepted all of this with relish. The woman privately thought it was at least partially due to the knowledge that there would never be any “accidents” or “surprises,” but again, the woman didn’t judge. One of the things the woman had loved about Zachary was his practicality after all.

There were others interspersed in between them over the years, none of whom were ‘flings’ (the woman nearly retches at the thought) by any means and all of whom had left town and done well for themselves elsewhere, but together Robbie, Troy, Brian, and Zachary represented her most useful former lovers and her biggest successes. But perhaps it was the woman’s liaison with Zachary that awoke in her a need for a different type of man, and a recklessness that would seem to be her rather sharp downfall. Someone or something has to be to blame for her current predicament, because it certainly isn’t entirely her alone, though she can see her own missteps, especially when she allows herself to recall the one man she was with that she hadn’t vetted. And not ‘hadn’t vetted completely or properly,’ no. The woman hadn’t vetted him at all. She nearly drove herself mad trying to find out information about him after the fact, which is never as effective, and had produced absolutely nothing. The nothing, as well as the absolutely mind-blowing sex she had enjoyed with the man, meant that he rarely, if ever, leaves her thoughts unless she is actively trying to think of anything else. Even her work had suffered and made Robbie concerned for her.

The woman sighs again, this is why Mama taught me to never go with a man if I didn’t know everything about him. And what do I do after years of success using Mama’s lessons? I have a one-night stand with an unknown person! Mama would be so disappointed. The woman has to sniff back tears at the thought, the vile waterdrops attempting to sneak passed her iron control. The action and the thoughts of Mama and her lessons, make the woman realize the time has come to deal with the man that refuses to leave her mind in peace and try to work through exactly how he led her to this point, because it honestly doesn’t make sense to her. So, the woman does what she does best in an unknown situation.

She thinks.

Tags: @kittenofdoomage, @impala-dreamer, @holylulusworld, @imanuglywombat, @jay-and-dean

[gingerteaonthetardis]

thank you @stormkitty97 for tagging me, and i'm sorry it took a few days—my notifications get lost sometimes!! but i appreciate you thinking of me.

so, here are the rules: name three characters and something you have in common with each of them! can be obvious or subtle, canon or assumed!

i shall be choosing characters from the media i blog most about!

elizabeth bennet. i have a lot in common with her, but mostly my passion for books and my propensity to needle and annoy standoffish individuals until they fall in love with me. (no, i'm... not even a little bit joking. partner can attest.)

fred weasley. easy answer is that we're both ginger. fun answer is that we're both chaotic idiots who have, at one point or another, tried to open a small business. and the real, accurate answer is that we are both alive and in love with hermione granger!!! (don't. argue with me about this... please.)

and, finally, tentoo. in that i am mostly-but-probably-not-entirely-human, most likely a plot device in someone else's story, and also i would give rose tyler approximately one million kisses. (at rough estimate.)

tagging: @not-jodie-yet (even though this post will probably be blocked for references to he-who-shall-not-be-named, who i absolutely named, sorry, i just wanna knoooow), @lotsofthinkythoughts (who can just send me her answers on discord, if she prefers ❤️), and @rosynosed (who, if she doesn't compare herself to rose tyler due to her own kind and sweet nature, should do that immediately). also, @kallianeira (because i'm thinking of you, dear)!