#‘just for now I’ll let it happen’

[mistresscitrusslice]

Why is Riot rewriting Viktor and Jayce’s bios to be more in line with Arcane lore? The beauty of them is that there’s two very different versions of them that both make sense, like two sides of a coin. If Riot removes the old versions, I will actually lose interest in Jayvik. This is coming from someone who entered the fandom through Arcane and has never played League, and yet I still treasure this version of them.

[sirazaroff]

Comms are down 🐰🧰

[11syrups]

“You believe me like a god, I betray you like a man”

[hplonesomeart]

Guys I’ve been thinking about these two all month…they deserved some more time together and if we don’t get to see that happen canonically then I’ll just need to take matters into my own hands and manifest a universe where they joke around together. This is serious business

Also just felt like this audio matched the dynamic well :))

[ambeauty]

Anti-SydCarmies be like I want Sydney and Carmy to be together in every way under the sun just not THAT way…. Hmmm🤔

[rogerscult]

Hear me out. I know we’re all talking about shooters and car crashes for the (allegedly) big buddie disaster in 8x09. But have we considered the loft burning down?

If 9-1-1 knows one thing is what the fanbase is always discussing (see: Abby being Tommy’s ex). And for years the fanbase has been wanting to see the loft burning down to ashes. What if that’s the big buddie thing? What if they are at Buck’s and the building burns down and they end up trapped in there trying to get everyone else to safety? And that’s were the confession/realization begins because they are both about to die or one of them thinks he’s about to die?

And of course, with the loft burning down, Buck has nowhere to go, and this time Eddie asks him to move in until he gets his things together. And that makes the realization worse. And that’s when the slow burn that Oliver talked about begins.

[rottin6]

layla beloved your frat initiation bartylily chasing-in-the-woods concept is something that i think about…. so frequently. haunts me. i don’t even need you write it atp i just need more THOUGHTS 😭

stopppp it i'm giggling at the thought of them 'cause they're so nasty @sommerregenjuniluft is wholly partly to blame

like picture it, frat boy barty daddy issues barty n trust fund barty all in one, like my guy has issues on top of issues. he's made to go to uni by his dad and (idk how frats work i am british) he's in his third and final year of his degree, and he's the president of the frat obviously cause so was his dad and so was his dad and so on

lily, however, loathes him. she thinks the absolute worst of him but she's never even spoken to him. she just hates what he comes from and all that stuff. she's doing a journalism degree and writes for the college paper, like she's on her grind trying to get through uni

one day lily gets some inside scoop that barty's frat is hosting an initiation ritual that apparently happens every night but no one actually knows what goes down so she makes it her mission to get in so she can publish it in the paper and ruin his image and all that jazz

AND THEN she gets there the night of the ritual and barty sees her and he knows who she is cause she hates him that much and and the ritual basically

the existing frat boys are recruiting the new year boys and as part of the initiation they get chased in the woods and the older years wear masks n shit and it’s fucked up in every sense, like they get their chase and it’s perverted and just so…barty if that makes sense

but it’s just an initiation for the boys, no one else at all so lily has to sneak in and she thinks she’s all slick hiding behind trees n stuff but then

barty creeps up behind her, an ache in the pit of his stomach. even in the night, he hates how he can recognise her by her stupid red hair. there’s an animalistic urge to pull on it, to yank her back into him, but instead he snakes his arm around her throat, his bicep pressing on her pulse. his other hand covers her mouth and he can feel the way her body shakes, how it squirms against him, and he tuts, shaking his head.

now obviously lily fights back, she hits her head back into his face and his lip’s bleeding and all but my barty’s huge, like this guy is built so he’s stronger than her and he’s had enough—he tightens his hold on her, pinning her against the tree and he’s pissed as fuck. he’s pressing his body against hers so she can’t move, also holding her by her throat cause he likes the feel of her panicking and how she gulps. he’s grinning like a madman, wiping the blood off his lip with his thumb and he’s all like “you can’t come and not play the game, doll.” and she’s crying, shaking her head and she’s begging him to stop but but

he lifts a leg up, pushing his knee on her stomach and he begins to undo his belt with one hand, the other stroking the side of her face. it’d be romantic in any other situation if not for the fact that lily thinks she’s well and truly going to die. he spits on the ground to the side of them, his thick cock pulsing at the sight of her tears. he relishes in the view, at her lips quivering and the way she still begs him to stop. it’s cute, he thinks.

and then at some other point

“are you—are you getting off on this?” barty snickers, his fingers trailing across the dampness on her panties. he watches the way she closes her eyes tight, her lips parting slightly. “you’re a sick bitch, y’know that, doll? a pretty fuckin whore, coming out here, thinkin’—thinkin’ you can just do what you want, hm?”

but she still struggles against him, trying to fight cause that’s just lily evans but he’s licking his lips, shaking his head and the next thing she knows is he’s taking out a gun from the waistband of his jeans, he’s got it to the bottom of her chin, murmuring, “i really wish you wouldn’t do that,” but she doesn’t care, she tries to wriggle out of his hold and he tightens his grip on her, moving the gun to her forehead, “don’t fuckin move. you move and i’ll fuckin shoot you, okay? you got it?”

“barty, please...” lily pleads with him, as he yanks her by her hair.

“barty, please,” he mocks. “jesus, you're fucking pathetic. you’re lucky that i haven't put a bullet in that pretty fucking skull of yours yet.”

and at some point she’s running again, after kicking him in the groin obviously and he’s chasing after her, he’s in love with the chase, getting so high off it and then he’s tackling her to the ground, mud over the both of them. he’s on top of her, gripping her by both her dimples and pushing her face down into the ground

“i know the shit you say about me, what you write about me in that—in that little paper of yours.” he’s breathing heavily, pulling the zipper down on his jeans as he mounts over her. “i should kill you right now,” he whispers heavily against her ear. “but that's not what you want, is it? you want me to fuck you, right here on the dirty fucking ground, don’t you?” he smiles, demented. and he moves the gun down to her mouth. "just a dirty little whore that wants to get filled with dick, right?"

and then they have hot steamy sex in the middle of the woods 🏌🏽‍♀️

[quibbs126]

I do kind of hope a series gives us a Megatron and Optimus with a “strangers to respected enemies/rivals to potentially more (at least in the fanfics)” sort of dynamic

Because I feel like that doesn’t really happen, at least not to my knowledge. I feel like if Megatron has a respect for Optimus, it’s usually due to their long, shared history, not something that develops over the course of the series

And I know some people say that’s what happens in TFA, but no, it really doesn’t. The two never reach the “respect” part, with Optimus hating Megatron for being an evil villain, and Megatron seeing him as a nuisance at best and never bothering to learn his name, only calling him it once like 2 minutes after being told it earlier in the fight, which I think in context doesn’t really count for much

I just feel like it’d be neat to properly explore, especially since I’m realizing we seem to have it fairly consistently be that they were “old friends” for a while now, let’s shake it up a little

[sammygender]

also i hate the tendency deangirls have to go ‘it’s not that deep!!!’ about the show 24/7. it’s not that deep FOR YOU bc you’re taking a very odd approach to the show where you appear to watch 80% of it with your eyes shut. it’s like (comparison that i use 24/7 incoming) if there was a whole subset of bojack horseman fans dedicated to woobifying bojack horseman and saying he was secretly bisexual and transgender and oppressed and the worlds specialest little boy. and they were 90% of voices in fandom. and as soon as anyone complained about this they were making it too deep and hating people for their preferences on fictional characters

[goldkirk]

no, I’ve been blinkering myself without realizing it, I figured it out. The book I need to reread is Enemy Brothers

[specific-dreamer]

not out/they don’t know it yet t4t bevbrill short story. this was meant to be bev’s pov idk how brill took over but you go girl more power to ya.

um disclaimer: i am not trans. i think i left it kinda vague enough trust i didn’t but if i did write anything that could be offensive or just #wrong don’t hesitate to lmk!

enough yapping, the title is below and under the cut is the story! enjoy!!

embers falling from the sky (not an asteroid just a shooting star)

it’s 2am they snuck out to some once popular but now frequently deserted make out spot and are sitting on the hood of brill’s car leaning on each other and watching the stars. talking about everything and nothing all at once, then they fall into a peaceful quiet for a moment.

bev’s got old tights on that are starting to grow a hole but she’d be caught dead before she wears a dress without tights. the compensate for it she’s got brill’s jacket laid over her lap.

speaking of which, brill’s got his head in her lap. it’s his favorite but they usually switch when they’re hanging out with the other couples. once though, they didn’t bother switching, and once melvin’s stupid tiny ass made a joke saying it looked like brill was the girl in their relationship.

brill had laughed it off and shoved the kid, because obviously he’s not the girl, but then again. then again, hes thought about that joke a little too often. and he can’t deny the funny feeling he gets in his gut when he thinks about it either. he can’t deny that most times when he thinks about being the girl the feeling is warm and fuzzy

all the other times though the feeling is anything but fuzzy; it’s warm in a way that makes him nauseous and not wanting to look in a mirror for a few days. when he gets these feelings, he usually ends up having to call bev so he doesn’t get stuck in his head.

he has yet to figure out what these feelings mean, but the way his eyes always linger and the pain he feels in chest when beverly shows off her really pretty dresses and extravagant jewelry, brill has a hint. he thinks he knows that’s wrong with him.

he doesn’t plan on saying anything, but he must’ve tensed or something because beverly stops rubbing his back. “are you alright, clark?” she asks.

he tries really hard not to, he’s usually good at it but it’s late at night, so he really can’t be faulted for flinching when she calls him that. he’s not sure why; he’s never had a problem with her calling him clark until melvin opened his big mouth.

“baby?” great, now brill’s really made her worry. he heaves out a faux laugh, that he hopes fools her, and turns to face the stars completely.

he’s trying to avoid looking at her, he doesn’t want to see the anger or disappointment or disgust, when he asks. “would you—“

“yes, i’d still love you if you were a worm.”

he blinks in surprise and snorts out a laugh. brill should’ve seen that coming, he’s asked her that everyday for the past two months now. “thank you; inquiring minds were wondering.”

“oh i’m sure,” she says twirling a peice of his hair around her fingers.

god he loves her, he thinks with a sheepish smile. he risks a quick glance at her, just to get one last picture of what she looks when she loves him, then he swiftly turns his gaze back to the stars.

“did you have another question?”

“ma’am?”

“did you have another question?” bev repeats. “you’re still tense; i can feel it.”

god. he hums in fake thought. “no. im good; all questioned out.”

beverly hums in response and they sit in silence for a while with nothing but the crickets and the hum of the engine to keep them company.

brill was never any good at remembering constellations but he’s pretty sure there’s one shaped like a…

“um, bee-bee?”

“yes, honey?”

alright here goes nothing.

“would you still like me if i were a girl?”

brill counts to thirty before getting an answer.

“only if you’d still like me if i were a boy.”

brill blinks once then sits up to face beverly incredulously. “of course i’d still like you! i wouldn’t i, im in love with you!”

there’s a smile on beverly’s face; one of those smiles that says brill has just made beverly entire day. beverly leans forward and puts both heads on brills cheeks while leaning in for a kiss. “then you have nothing to worry about, do you honey?”

“no?” brill always gets a little ditsy after a kiss from beverly. brills lays back down, a lot more content, before popping right back up. “wait, s-so, so, so you wouldn’t—“

“youre stuttering,” bev interrupts. brill can only hums response. “take a deep breathe, baby.”

it takes a second before brill is actually able to do so. brill takes a second deep breathe, for good measure, before trying again. “s-so, you wouldn’t mind if i, hypothetically of course, this is so totally not real or anything—“

“it’s just us up here, honey. what are you trying to say?”

god this is hard. with a harsh nod of acknowledgment, brill lays down and looks back up at the stars. “so you wouldn’t like, like mind if- if i said i wanted to be the girl in-in-in, sorry,” she pauses shuttering clenching her eyes tight. “in our relationship?” brill stuttered again, but she finally asked! that has to count for something right?

this time brill counts to ten before bev responds. despite the tugging, she doesn’t dare risk a look at bev’s face.

“baby?” bev doesn’t sound nearly as upset as brill thought.

“hm?”

“honey?” this time bev sounds a little more firm.

“yeah?” and it totally breaks brill. god what if this was the last time bev called her honey? what if bev wanted absolutely nothing to do with her now? what if—

“you can be the girl, if i can be a boy and wear all the nice sweaters and vests i bought you.”

oh. there’s that warm and fuzzy feeling again. “yeah?” she asks with wide eyes turning to bev. her voice cracks a bit, but it’s okay.

bev nods a confirmation and, with a quick once over, pulls brill into a much needed hug. “for sure, honey. besides, i bought all my jewelry with you in mind anyways.”

a laugh bubbles out of brill and there’s a huge grin on her face that she can’t shake no matter how hard she tries. even when bev starts yawning, signaling the end of their little “date”, brill can’t shake her smile. “you ready for me to take you home?”

there’s a pout on bev face when he stops yawning, but despite it he says, “yeah. my parents have been missing you if you want to spend the night.”

“have they?” brill asks excitedly, helping bev off the car. “i love our you’re mom and dad; they’re so cool!”

running to her side of the car she can hear bev scoffing. she’s putting her seatbelt on and shifting gears when bev replies, “to you, maybe.”

“sure thing, honeybee. all im hearing though, is ive got their blessing.”

“oh really?”

“mhm,” she hums pulling up to a stop sign.

“i think,” brill jumps suddenly feeling cold hands pulling at her neck as she’s forced to turn her gaze to bev in the passenger seat. “you forgot to ask someone.”

“did i?”

“yeah.”

“what if i don’t want to ask anymore?” brill say with a smirk as she snakes bev’s hand to her letterman pocket.

bev rolls his eyes and pulls his hands out of her pocket. “guess i have to do everything myself around here, even as a man.” right. does this mean brill has a boyfriend now? the thought makes her feel kind of giddy. “honey?” bev asks holding a ring in hand.

“yes, bee-bee? she replies excitedly.

“after a long engagement, will you marry me?”

just to make bev antsy for once, brill counts to thirty before asking, “would i be your wife?”

“yes of course, honey.”

“then yes i will.”

[maplethedarkshine]

Sonic prime characters in Sonic racing: crossworlds!!!

Manifesting chaos sonic manifesting chaos sonic manifesting chaos sonic mani-

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

finally watched Wish and had a major brain blast

They’re besties now because I said so 💫

[courtneydeservesbetter]

Hate that my favorite character is usually the least fav in a popular ship. This happens to me so often that I can feel it when I read a fanfic. That my baby just isn’t as fleshed out as the other half of the couple, that they’re basic personality traits are off, that the blame of everything bad that happened in their canon relationship is on them. So then I’m reading like HEY leave them alone, they’re BOTH freaks!

[twinklingwatermellon]

overthinking … nooo ……

[beedragony]

I wanna be done with this fic but I keep. adding scenes. why is todobaku so interesting to write like dAmn I just can’t stop