#(so I didn't shy away from rambling about the topic)

[missetbilu]

KEEPING A CLOSE EYE*

perv!fred weasley x fem!reader, smut

when fred overhears you and the girls chit chatting about boys that you fancy, he can’t keep his mind from wandering, nor his hand.

warnings: perv concept, jerking off

"Come on, Y/N, there's gotta be someone you fancy." Ginny elbowed you, trying to get a response.

Angelina, Hermione, Ginny and yourself were in your favorite little spot in the library. A very secluded area, where you could study, sneak in some food, talk, without prying eyes or ears.

Although in that afternoon, you were not very much enjoying the topic of choice. Boys. Too shy to come clean about your little crush, you would much rather gossip or even focus on the charms essay due next week than engage in the conversation. But the girls were not having it.

"Yeah, even Hermione admitted to being completely, head over heels, in love with Ron." Angelina teased.

"Hey!" The girl blushed and looked away for a second, but curiosity got the best of her and she gave in to the argument. "She's right tho, you're the only one left."

"I just don't think of any guy here like that."

"In this castle full of boys, you expect me to believe not even a single one of them is your type?" Ginny said.

"Unless you're into girls."

"I'm not." You laughed at Angelina's curious expression. "I like men."

"Then name one you would" Hermione stopped herself mid sentence, suddenly a bit shy, "...you know."

"Fuck?" Angelina completed her thought and they all laughed, Hermione also shushing her and looking around to make sure they were alone.

"Alright." You took a deep breath and tried to sound as nonchalant as you possibly could. "I guess Fred is kind of cute."

"Aw dude, are you serious?" Ginny's disappointment was so clear in her face that the three other girls bursted out laughing.

"Shhh, guys, I don't wanna get kicked out." Hermioned said between giggles.

"Sorry, babe, but this was too good not to laugh at." Angelina responded, still chuckling.

"Too good? All my friends wanna fuck my brothers."

And you all fell into laughter again.

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It had been a week since Fred discovered that spot of yours to hang out. Whenever you and the girls disappeared from his sight, he would get anxious, wondering where you might be.

Until the day he was looking for a potions book, but found something far better: you.

He managed to hide in the corridor next to the one where the group of girls would sit on the floor and chit chat. Usually he took no interest in the conversations you would have. But not that day. Throughout the whole week he listened to each silly subject the girls brought up, only paying attention to the sound of your angelic voice when you made a comment. That day it was different. Once the tables turned from homework to guys you fancied, Fred felt his heart skip a beat.

He was nervous, his palms becoming sweaty as each of the girls rambled about one boy after the other. He barely listened to the guys his sister brought up, nor to the mentions of his brothers. What mattered most to him was what you were going to say. He was so afraid of hearing another man's name fall out of your pretty lips; so afraid you would confess to feeling attracted to someone else.

But he was also infatuated with the possibility of his name being the one in your mind. You quietly listened to what your friends had to say, too scared to say something yourself, Fred saw that in your expression as he tried to eye your figure from the place where he was hiding. Just thinking about it, being him the person you kept yourself from mentioning, made his trousers feel a bit too tight. His hand travelled down to his growing bulge, but he didn't move it, he didn't want to risk not hearing you.

Your silence allowed his imagination to run wild. Maybe this whole thing got her thinking about how good I would fuck her, and she's afraid of sharing those filthy thoughts. He stroked his cock once, over the fabric of his clothes. Or perhaps she's so lost in the desire of getting filled up with my cum, she didn't even notice how quiet she's been... oh fuck... He did it again and had to hold back a moan.

Fred knew he shouldn’t, but it was as if he had no control over his actions. His hand slipped past his boxers and he stroked his dick, trying so hard to imagine it was you doing it.

Has she ever had a wet dream with me? He wondered. She would wake up sweaty and out of breath. Her panties are completely damp, but it's not because of the sweat, it's arousal. I bet she would be embarrassed, looking around the dorm to see if the other girls are sleeping, before she goes under the covers and... He gasps quietly, his hands going a bit faster now. And she lets her hand touch her dripping cunt... He bites his lip to stop himself from cursing. Her sweet fingers would tease her clit and she wouldn't be able to stop a moan of my name from coming out.

"Alright." When the word left your mouth he slowed down his movement, focusing on the head of his member. It was almost painful the way he teased his tip, trying to pay attention to what you were about to say. He even held his breath, that and the expectation making him even more sensitive. "I guess Fred is kind of cute."

Fred was really thankful for the loud laughter of the group that followed your confession, because the minute he heard your sugary voice saying his name, it was too much. He came in his hand with a low grunt.

He didn't listen to anything said after that. He didn't move or took his hand off of his trousers. He was in shock. As much as he wanted that outcome, it felt unreal now that it happened. He had imagined how you would sound saying you fancied him, what words you would choose and what exactly would be the look on your face. But none of it compared to the reality of it all.

You, such a perfect picture of beauty, intelligence, kindness. The most incredible, endearing and angelical woman he had ever set his eyes upon, out of all people, wanted him.

Fred waited until you all had left to pick himself up from his spot on the floor and attempt to use some spells and his robes to hide the stain in his pants. He did a good job, it wasn't too noticeable, but deep down he didn't care. There was something, or rather someone, much more important in his mind.

He stood in front of the corridor where you had been just a few minutes before. "I guess Fred is kind of cute." That played in his head over and over again, like a broken record. And Fred definitely didn't want to fix it.

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

oh my , oh my , oh my…

MTF!Jeff the killer x Reader 🙏🏻🙏🏻

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Summary: MTF (Male to Female) Jeff x Reader headcanons

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Little mentions of transphobia and being confused about gender, the cover picture can be a little creepy if you have a thing about lots of limbs in one place, brief mention of psychosis and jeff kind of not having an understanding of it

A/n: MTF JEFF MY BELOVED. Also, I will be referring to Jeff with she/her pronouns throughout the entire work just to avoid confusion

Credits: Jeff the killer- Creepypasta, Divider- benkeibear, Picture- Pinterest

MTF!Jeff the killer x Reader

As im sure we can all guess, Jeff didn't have the best support system growing up

The kids barely had their basic survival needs met, let alone had the freedom to question things like gender and sexuality

But after living with Slender for most of her life, jeff gets the chance to explore who she is as a person for the first time

She had been feeling dysphoria her entire life with her body, but she just considered it to be another symptom of whatever caused her psychotic break during the 'incident'

She never even considered the possibility that she might be trans until seeing others describe their experiences

It is only then that she realized a lot of what she was experiencing wasn't psychosis, but was instead gender dysphoria

And the realization kind of makes things worse

She's already in a relationship with you, and what if you leave her because you wanted a man? Not to mention what her friends might think, and what if no one takes her seriously? What if she gets made fun of?

All of these emotions swell up in her, and she refuses to talk to anyone about it

Until eventually she's just in a rage, punching walls and yelling at people, even beating anyone who gets too close up

She eventually storms off to her room and you give her a second to just chill out

After a while, you go up there too

She is laid down on her bed, seemingly trying to sleep

You sit next to her, careful not to touch her (She hates being touched when she's angry) "What was all that about?" you ask in a worried tone

She doesn't respond, she'd honestly rather die than tell you what's been going on

You sit in silence for a second before talking again "You know you can tell me anything. I promise it won't make me love you any less"

She still doesn't say anything, which leads to you sighing and leaving the room

A few days later you two had gotten wrapped up in a conversation about trans people and your opinions on the subject

"Would you ever date a trans person?" She asks

You place a finger on your chin, thinking for a moment before saying "I like to think I'd be open to it. Why, are you trans?" You add that last part as a joke, but quickly begin to question whether it was a joke

Her breath hitches and she quickly looks away from you, not sharing the laugh that you do

You quiet down and it is silent for a while, no one dares to speak

"....Jeff, a-are you trans?"

"I don't wanna talk about it" She says, quickly standing up and leaving the room

You try to get up and chase after her, but by the time you look into the hallway, she's gone

Being together after that is very awkward, and you see that she obviously doesn't want to talk much on it so you decide to keep your questions short and sweet

"Does anyone else know?" You ask, both of you not looking at each other

"No, and I don't want them to." She responds

"Do you have another name you want me to call you?"

"....Jeff is fine."

You smile and finally look at her "Ok" you press a quick kiss to her cheek before rambling about your day, quickly making both of you forget all about the previous topic

She is very shy when it comes to actually coming out, and she obviously doesn't change much, so you decide to just take things slow

Idk if she'd ever want to medically transition, because despite hating her body she also has those moments where she's like "I'm literally god no one else could ever look this good"

And as for the name, she doesn't really see a reason to change it, she likes being called Jeff

[katofvalentia]

Another Echoes ramble: Berkut edition, go!

I will open this up by saying that I enjoy this character, a lot. I think this mainly stems from the fact that Fire Emblem is a series where a lot of its major antagonists fall either into the role of problem dragon or evil cult, not that there is anything wrong with that mind you, I just appreciate some variety. Echoes was my 3rd FE, after Awakening and Fates, so I think that sorta explains my attachment to this character.

Now onto the actual opinion post!

The rest will be under the cut

From what I have seen, the general consensus around Echoes original characters is split, you either care about them or don't. I think they have been discussed at length already so for the sake of not getting off-topic, I will leave it at that.

I would like to talk about Berkut's role in overall narrative first.

Before Echoes, Alm's character didn't have its narrative foil. Celica does compliment what he lacks but is still not a foil in his story. The big enemies Alm faces aka. Rudolf, Jedah and ultimately Duma are not the true contrast to Alm. As he is part of Rudolf's plans, he inherits his wish (while Rudolf is also a martyr). Alm, like most Rigelians in the story, represents Duma's philosophy of strength and fortitude but not its extreme. Duma and Mila's extremes come from both dragon degeneration and their position as godlike figures of Valentia. And lastly Jedah, while being Alm's opposition, was not his foil, but rather he was Celica's. So naturally, the next step was to give him a proper foil for the remake. That is where Berkut comes in.

I had expressed this many times, but a big part of Alm's character (in Echoes at least) is how much he is attached to his own identity as Mycen's grandson. He goes with Lucas and ultimately accepts leading the Deliverance as Mycen's representative (according to what Clive had envisioned). He does what he does to carry on his legacy when Mycen refuses to do so himself, to honor his name and his blood, as he was led to believe all his life. His world shatters as the truth reveals itself.

Berkut, as Rudolf's nephew, was raised to be the next ruler of Rigel. He takes great pride in that, even during his first meeting with Rinea he uses his identity to present his own value. This is interesting when you consider Rudolf's lines in Fire Emblem Heroes, which directly state that Berkut was a shy boy in the past. Also worthy of note would be Rudolf's lv 40 convo in FEH where he admits that he could not bear to face Berkut due to his guilt over sending Alm away (and his overall grand scheme). Growing up in Rigel, the country that it is now, practically run by the extreme teachings of Duma's faith, around the hardened emperor Rudolf who strives towards his own goal for a better Valentia in self-isolation and many of the soldiers and generals following them, it is natural that Berkut would become arrogant and prideful. However what makes him different arround the other high ranking officials in Rigel is that his dependance on being the heir to the Empire is a sign of a deeply neglected inferiority complex. Every time his identity is threatened in the story due to his failures, he seeks attention from Rudolf but to no avail. And at every turn, a Duma faithfull is present to pull him down further, to mock him and use his insecurities for their own agenda of serving Duma. Just like with Alm, his world shatters once the truth reveals itself, the truth neither character can no longer try to deny.

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Alm is not Mycen's grandson.

Berkut is not the heir to Rigel.

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Alm is not allowed to crack, there is no peace for him, only a responsibility he is now forced to bear. He who was raised by Mycen, a former Zofian general with Rigelian origins, is basically told to deal with it, bcuz destiny or whatever. Alm had his friends to fall back on, the friends who followed him bcuz he was Alm of Ram Village, the people who followed him bcuz he proved to be a capable leader of the Deliverence and what he learned growing up with both strength and kindness. So while it was definitely hard to accept his new identity, not being alone (in a sense) and having a clear goal (to reach Celica), made it a bit easier.

But where does Berkut trully crack? Not immediately upon finding out that Alm is Rudolf's son, but when Rinea in his eyes "rejects his identity". Rinea, the kind girl that she is, loved Berkut. But to Berkut, the heir of Rigel's throne, her declaration that she would support him when he is just Berkut, seemed like a betrayal to him. At that moment, he grouped her with everyone else who pitied him. But how can the future Emperor of Rigel be pitied, that is surely not the way things are supposed to be??? And for that, the maddened Duma gave his blessings and strength that Berkut thinks is rightfully his, with the woman he loves by his side. Everyone else is wrong, what he was raised to be however, is correct.

Alm's journey was about a boy who did not think about the big picture at first, forced to expand his horizons as duty is thrust upon him multiple times. He had to grow out of thinking from just his perspective, as a Deliverence member, as a villager from Ram, as Mycen's grandson. Berkut however has chosen to remain narrow-minded, bcuz he had nothing else to fall back on aside from his own identity. And this narrow-mindedness proves to be his downfall, as well as Fernand's (his case is more complex tho) and Jedah's at that matter. Even at death's door, he doesn't suddenly change in that regard. I personally believe that Berkut hallucinates Rinea at the end (well I think that was the intention of the scene since nobody else reacts to Rinea herself), bcuz that reinforces everything that has been established about his character. Yeah he lost, but he is meant for even greater things, at least he thinks that himself.

While Jedah was meant to be the extreme of what Celica could have become if she surrendered herself to Mila's faith, Berkut was meant to be the human equivalent of Duma's extremes, as those extremes had shaped him into what he was. Rudolf ultimately made the right choice to send Alm away, bcuz he easily could have ended up like that, or even worse due to his destiny, when not even Rudolf could have been able to interfere.

"He is carried by his voice actor." I hear many tend to say about him. Well yes in fact, he is, mister Ian Sinclair did a phenomenal job portraying Berkut's charater, and I personally would say his performance is stronger than the one provided by his JP counterpart. Many characters in media are defined by their voices, be it the way they speak or through actual voice acting. So I don't think that saying "he is only good bcuz of his VA" is a real jab at his character imho.

Another thing I noticed is, I believe that in order to get attached to Berkut, you need to be invested either in Alm's character or story to a certain degree at the very least. Which is a testament to how much Berkut is a foil to Alm and how his addition to Echoes' story was a meaningful change.

[angelofbenignmalevolence]

Number 1 for the pride ask game! 🌈

Thank you so much for the ask! Let's see:

1) Talk about a favorite trans headcanon

I admit, I had to think a little bit about this one (which is why this response is also a little bit late). As someone who identifies as cisgender comfortably, that is an experience I default to in my thinking and I had to shift my mindset a little bit. I am still learning as I go about the various experiences my trans friends have gone through, and I want to be mindful that my experience does not necessarily reflect the trans experience accurately.

I don't have a go to headcanon for a trans character in TAG. However, I wanted to give this the kind of answer that this question deserved. This may be a little bit of a windy garden path to arrive at an answer, so please bear with my rambly thoughts.

Overall, the world of Thunderbirds are Go does seem like it has advanced in many ways that it would be optimistic to assume that the real world could by 2060. Not only do we see improvements in transportation, medical science, living conditions, and rescue equipment, we also see improvements in the lives of various people. For example, we have seen characters with disabilities that are not only accommodated and included in ways that are not available to us as technology stands in 2024 (such as the hover chair that Bee the Rescue Scouts use in Firebreak), but are accommodated and included and normalized. By and large (with obvious exclusions), the characters in the show are seen as working toward a better world and offering improvements to the world in which they live and creating an inclusive environment.

Since things seem to have progressed for inclusivity of people of physical disabilities, one can extrapolate that in a world that is quite a bit more optimistic than the one in which we live, there would be inclusion efforts aimed at other aspects of life. Mental health care would likely be widely available. The world of TAG would have seen a disappearance of the prejudices and stigma that could be attached to the experience of being a part of the LGBTQIA+ community.

It is through this lens that I see the world of TAG. I think that the ways in which people are able to express themselves are less limited and more folded into the fabric of society. People would have as much access to complete a transition to whatever extent that would make them feel more aligned with who they are.

With all that said, I think that if I had to identify a character I might headcanon as being trans, I would probably go with Ellie Pendergast as being male to female. I see both Buddy and Ellie as very curious about the world around them. As such, when Ellie started to feel things she didn't understand (i.e., gender dysphoria), I think she would have asked questions, read about others' experiences, sought understanding. In doing so, I think she would have had a lot of time to digest the information and make an informed decision earlier on in her life (as opposed to someone who might have transitioned a little later in their life). I think she would be able to bring visibility to those who are also going through their journey of understanding who they are, as I don't think she would shy away from the topic. She would use her fame and her platform to help others find the wonder and joy not only in the world around them, but in themselves for who they are.

I also think that Buddy knew Ellie through her transition. I think they were the kind of high school sweethearts that people make movies and write stories about. I think that Buddy supported Ellie through the transition and had a boyfriend, then a girlfriend, and then a wife all in the same person and he couldn't be happier. We do see how much these two love each other very much.

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I do hope I was able to give this answer the justice it deserved. And if anyone would like to talk about their experiences, please consider my inbox open. I would love to listen and to learn.

If there are other questions you want to see answered, take a look at the question list linked below and I would love to answer more!

[blkkizzat]

hi im shy so i haven't interacted b4 but i luv your fics! i like that you write stories & just don't post smau or twt porn links.

Hey nonny! TY for liking my work, its appreciated!! I do encourage you to interact though, even if its just a comment or continued anon msgs cause they do encourage me to write. I also really like receiving them <33 so I hope you or anyone else feels comfy to interact with me. *i dont bite i promiseeeee*

However, I honestly don't think theres anything wrong with smaus or twt porn links.

I incorporated smaus into my fics before. I adore writing or reading a good crack fic/post so I definitely think they have their place too and they are funny! I just personally struggle when it comes to writing shorter content so not something in my wheelhouse to do. (lol anything i write under 1k words i automatically think is dogshit. lol someone teach me to write short stuff i beg.)

Also I be EATING UP those twt porn links!! I don't post any of my own as my twitter is a stan account and I don't follow/like/retwt porn on there cause I don't want to mess up my algorithm. But I do be bookmarking them HEAVY! They are good reference material for my smut fics tbh.

Also I try to stay out of the mess/discourse cause I feel like people should be able to enjoy what they like without writing lame dissertations in defense/debating about it. But since we are on the topic already I'll add I haven't really understood the hate for them in particular, especially those saying people who like/post them have porn addictions because what!? Like we are not all on here to write/read smut?? pot---meet--->kettle. Anyway I guess I can understand the frustration some have when they assume they are stealing attention away from fics, but idk tumblr is huge and there is a place/audience for everyone is my belief. I've seen many long 6k+ fics breaking 20k+ so I think theres interest in long fics as well (one of my 7k+ fic has 18k+ notes). But I work in marketing, am getting my MBA right now and have worked in the middle of business and creative my entire career (at one point i worked for Twitch directly with streamers/influencers) so I can say when it comes to anything content/creative driven its honestly it's less about the quality of the individual work and more about regularly finding, interacting and catering to your audience if you really care about notes that much . I think its far more important though to do it for fun. Especially since we are not getting paid and doing this for free-99! So much creativity gets stifled when its too much about the business/results/notes side and you are working to please others/for clout. Thats a whole ass job in itself lmfao! I used to write on ff.net back in the day (years ago omfg) and stressed myself out so much from all the reviews/requests that I ended up abandoning it and was scared to write fanfics for years because of the anxiety of 'letting ppl down' until I got back into it last fall and decided to stop giving a fuck LOL.

Ahhh but I could ramble on about that for hours so let me stop I'm doing what I said I didn't want to do cause this is def now a mini dissertation from me going down the rabbit hole on this LMFAO! (im long-winded af lol)

But ty for the ask nonny I hope you come back soon <3

[inu-jiru]

For the ask game!

13. I saw your art on the goetia sometimes doing adverts for products in your rewrite. Do you have ideas for what other sins are advertising? It is a really neat idea! :0c

Ahhh! Great question! For "H U N G E R", I imagine the Sins have their own products to sell, as well as any collaborative projects they might do since a lot of sin tends to overlap:

For Pride, I don't see Lucifer really selling anything unless it's based off him in some way (i.e. a film adaptation of his various deeds). I seem him more as a straight up propaganda guy who'll just plaster his image everywhere to make sure everyone knows he's in charge (and it irritates him greatly when they're destroyed, but that's a different discussion entirely ;3). Lucifer's already paid a large amount in taxes from everyone (Goetias and Sins included), so money isn't his main concern.

Satan typically collabs with Belphegor to advertise steroids and I also see him hosting Hell's version of WWE (except a lot more violent). I do plan on keeping some of the wild west/ranch elements from canon, and Hellborn who own land can advertise their goods if they can afford it.

Beelzebub advertises various food items, but mainly pushes her own line of honey which is dangerously addictive (eating it can send a demon spiraling into a gluttonous frenzy). She also has her own food channel where some members of the Goetia (like Queen Felicity) host their own cooking shows (she'll regularly make demands on what kind of food they produce since it's all food porn to her, so if one day she wants to see some poor imp butchered and made into a roast, it has to happen). As much as I didn't care for "Queen Bee", I did think the idea of pop music and parties fit Gluttony in a sense that, yeah, people splurge when they're partying, so she'd have a hand in pushing Hell's music industry as well.

Mammon handles much of Hell's manufacturing, so anything from clothes, jewelry, theme parks and anything else he can make a buck on, he'll advertise (mainly to the other Goetia since most Hellborn can't afford the good stuff). He's not above the idea of "sex sells", so I tried to implement that in the art piece I did. A story in the series I hope to get to at one point relates to his and Leviathan's collaboration in bringing cruise ships to Envy's ocean, so that'll be fun to write more about.

Lust, of course, manages the porn industry and everything involved with that. Collaborations would include aphrodisiac-based foods with Beelzebub as well as some darker projects that I'd rather not outright state here, but involve Belphegor (you can probably piece it together; this series won't shy away from dark topics, but I wanna give fair warning before I go into detail). Ironically enough, Asmodeus doesn't advertise contraceptives all that much, but I imagine he'd want pregnancy and disease to spread like crazy.

Envy tends to overlap with Greed when it comes to goods, but I can't see Leviathan advertising very much. He's the most animalistic out of the Sins and prefers the primal fear and chaos he gets out of his demons rather than material gain. He only really bothers to do it because he can't stand the other Sins having things that he doesn't.

Finally, Sloth is the mass producer of drugs of all kinds, uppers, downers, the works. Belphegor also endorses spas and resorts (for those who can afford it, of course). She doesn't advertise much, and that suits her fine since it's less work to deal with.

I'm sorry if this answer was super rambly aaaa I was just really excited to answer! ^^ Hopefully, it's an interesting read!

[meraki-yao]

The thing is that with these two interviews, the whole goal of the journalists was to set Nick as a heartthrob and that's it. To them, there's no more depth than that. For this press tour, I've preferred to watch him talk instead because he can fully express everything. You can see how his mind works, the way he respects his craft (because he takes himself and his job seriously, as he should), and you can see his personality shine more: the nervous, anxious, charming guy who loves what he does and understands his characters to the core.

When it comes to these interviews, the tone was, "He's a pretty face with some gigs under his belt." For instance, the NYM interview had a lot of filler information that wasn't completely relevant to the conversation but was kept because the underlining topic was, "Well, he's transitioning from some small movies to bigger projects, and some of these movies are queer and he's not. Gee, I wonder!" This is not that different from the Hunger interview, but this one was more shameful because it went full-on disrespectful to RWRB and Nick.

I've read a couple of people asking why Nick or his publicist didn't edit the articles before publishing, and the short answer is that they can't. Journalists don't like when publicists or their clients ask for changes in their stories. If they do, it can cause problems between the journalist and the PR firm, and the relationship can even break. And publicists don't want that—they have more clients, and they need those platforms. Not even bigger A-list actors can do that without being considered "problematic." And, most importantly, they don't read the articles before publishing. They probably didn't know what was kept. They most likely found out like the rest of us. But everyone's focusing on the photoshoots, so maybe that's why there are not many people talking about these things, but there are.

I think the US press it's a mess; they love to feel better than the subject they're interviewing, and they don't shy away from disrespecting people, directly or indirectly. I also brought this up to one anon question (I'm the ☁️ anon), and this basically supports my theory that it doesn't matter if Nick's projects are doing well, if he's finally being acknowledged, they will see him as an Internet boyfriend. That's why the focus was on his personal life or anything else that was interesting or quirky, not really on the projects and the work behind his character study.

It's not Nick's or even his publicist's fault. I think it's the result of prioritizing social media discourse and language into a different medium instead of focusing on writing a profile or a story.

I'm late, but this is in regards to Nick's NY Magazine editorial and Hunger Magazine editorial.

And I mostly agree! I mean, I furiously picked apart the two articles with my Taiwanese RWRB friend, but from a bigger picture this explains it really well. Thank you.

And I really think that it's unfortunate that so often, either from the creator or the audience, people are more interested in social media discourse than anything else with actual value. It's not just the US press, it's kind of the whole world in general right now. I ranted my family about this and used what happened to Princess Catherine (Middleton, not Henry's mother) lately as an example, and I was... very passionate in the ramble.

[underoospeterparker]

(If you can't do this because you're busy, I completely understand! Don't work yourself too hard :)

🍩 - Marauders please!

I'm a 5'4 punk, and I play the drums and bass guitar. I enjoy reading, anything from Charlotte Bronte to Stephen King. I also enjoy breaking gender roles - I wear a make up and women's clothing even though I'm a guy. I also have longish curly hair.

I can look scary, but I'm really just a huge softie, I'm very physically affectionate and caring towards those I'm close to. I'm very nerdy, and enjoy debating.

Thank you in advance!!

welcome to my 300 celebration! (i'm so sorry for the delay!)

i ship you with james potter (i think you kind of give a regulus black vibe) - you are james anon 3!

a. first impression:

"so what did you think about me when you first saw me?" you asked, head in james's lap as he combed his fingers through your curly hair. he didn't stop, even when his fingers got tangled in your hair. he hesitated, sighing softly and looking down at you, a smile forming on his face. "i was kind of scared of you," he admitted, grin so wide that you thought it was about to crack right in front of you. "what?" you sat up, shying away from his touch. "why does everyone say that?" you asked, curling your knees up to your chest and turning to face him. his face softened. his right hand reached up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, but remained cupping your cheek. "sorry to be the one to break the news to you, sweetheart, but you do have a slightly scary resting face." his face was so serious that you burst out laughing, and he joined you, the two of you clutching each other as you wiped imaginary tears from your eyes. "guess i'm gonna have to work on that."

b. telling james about your debate comp:

"you're back!" he exclaimed, all but running to scoop you up in his arms and swing you around. some of the students started to stare at him, but he didn't care, and honestly, neither did you. you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. "james," you giggled. "i was gone for a couple of hours." "felt like forever to me," he admitted, giving you a peck on the cheek before settling the two of you down on the sofa. "tell me all about the competition. and don't miss out any detail," he added as you curled up to his chest. you started rambling about the topic at hand, voice so enthusiastic and sweet that even though james had no idea what you were talking about, he could listen to you for hours, just like this.

c. being physically affectionate with james:

"good morning," you greeted remus and sirius, taking your seat next to james and whispering him a softer and more affectionate 'good morning' as you wrapped your arms around him. james returned the hug, knowing how affectionate you were; he was too, in fact. "good morning, sweetheart," he murmured, kissing your forehead before turning his attention back to his breakfast. "you two are gross," sirius said, making a gagging motion while him and remus burst out into laughter. "good morning, sweetheart," remus imitated james, and sirius started laughing so hard that a professor glared at them from across the room, only making them laugh harder. you meet james's gaze, and you smile at him, resting your head on his shoulder. "they're just jealous."

[alackofghosts]

a little while ago @crackinthecup tagged me in this bookish meme, which i have been saving for a rainy day - apparently a very literally rainy day in this case. thank you friend, i do so enjoy rambling about books <3 also tagging @hong-ara, @gloriousmonsters, @fatalism-and-villainy if you guys fancy having a go at it (and anyone else who wants to, i love reading others' opinions on books too)

An estimate of how many physical books I own: um. at least 2000. mom did some inventory once all the way back in 2006, and this was the point at which she got bored of it. i have always lived in a library and even though that many books has certainly been a nuisance, i also find it difficult to imagine a living space without them

Favorite author: honestly a weirdly difficult question. i feel like while i do read a lot for the style of prose, i don't very often go on a frenzy to read everything by the same author. but of course you all know my deep and abiding love for richard brautigan and lately i've been so obsessed with mary oliver. ...picking poets for this is easier :')

continued under the cut

A popular book I’ve never read and never intend to read: it feels funny to say this because i have literally not even once encountered talk of this author on tumblr Organically - which tends to be my benchmark for popularity - but seeing as she's all over every other bookish corner of the internet: i have absolutely no desire whatsoever to read anything by colleen hoover

A popular book I thought was just meh: WHERE DO I BEGIN... i've talked about some of these before but a new(er) addition to this list is in the dream house by carmen maria machado which ONCE AGAIN i feel so bad for not being wildly into! i think it's mostly due to the fact that internet at large painted such an interesting picture of it in terms of viewing ones own life/instance of abuse through the lens of different genres/tropes, but actually reading it, each segment was so short and the stylistic exploration didn't really come through. like it wasn't a bad book by any means and certainly covered an important topic and one that people generally shy away from, just. not at all what i expected it to be.

i tend to pick books based on genre and maybe like top few lines of the summary so i can't conjure up expectations, and obviously with popular books that's somewhat unavoidable :')

Longest book I own: extremely boring answer but my dad's bought a bunch of those 1001 books/movies you need to see before you die compilation books over the years and those all hover around the 1000 page mark

Longest series I own all the books to: if we mean series in terms of consistent cast/story, then i think it's the saga of darren shan by... darren shan, which has 12 books that i absolutely devoured when i was 13. otherwise, while i don't own every single goosebumps book (by rl stine), i do have most of them. i was very obsessed when i was 11-12 - these were actually the first books i ever read in english!

Prettiest book I own: um. honestly no clue, my family has never been one to buy books for the covers or for the special edition-ness and even now i feel like i can't picture any of them in my mind lol

A book or series I wish more people knew about: green bone saga by fonda lee!!! ...though again this might be down to the metric i use to gauge popularity, but even so! it has such wonderful worldbuilding and intricate family dynamics and even though i have big big book fear, i practically devoured them

Book I’m reading now: the silence of the white city by eva garcia saenze de urturi. it's pretty good so far! i've had such a year of thrillers and mysteries, i feel

Book that’s been on my TBR list for a while but I still haven’t got around to it: ...ancillary justice by ann leckie. i've started it a couple of times, but the Stars Were Not Aligned on those days. so i wait.

Do you have any books in a language other than English: most of the books i have are in estonian, actually. there's a pretty decent amount in english (mostly due to me...), and a small handful in swedish and finnish.

And lastly, paperback, hardcover or ebook? eboooook. often when i read an ebook i find myself daydreaming of a physical book, but then when i actually read one i find myself getting so irritated by not being able to find a comfy position lol. i also really love audiobooks, for the multitasking value...

[honeipie]

THE WIFE

izuku midoryia x reader

synopsis: you’ve been asked to do an interview after your husbands cute little story blew up. now it’s your turn to express your love for him

authors note: to the anon who did the ask i am SO SORRY. i posted it by accident then fucking deleted it in a panic.. don’t worry though i got the gist of it! for the people who don't know it was getting the reader's POV of how they fell in love with izuku as well. also sorry if i went a little off track. i js wanted to give reader a lil opinion and personality ☺️

you can find part one here

this was out of your comfort zone.

you sat in a plush chair across from a woman who was currently fiddling with the microphones. your husband izuku had done an interview with a popular podcast about a month ago. it wasn’t only popular because he was the number one hero. there was a charm to the episode that others couldn’t fake. the way he talked about you as if you showed him colors for the first time. everyone loved it.

now people really wanted to get into the lives of the midoryia’s, which included you. about a week ago you had gotten an offer to be on another podcast. you made sure to check out some of her work before you leaped into it.

the host's name was aiya, and she was absolutely amazing. not only were you laughing with the one episode you did listen to, but so did izuku since he was kind enough to watch with you.

"are you ready mrs. midoryia?" aiya asked going to put on the headphones. taking your own set of headphones, you placed them on as well.

"i am! plus you can just call me y/n. i really don't mind"

"thanks for letting me know," she clicked a button on her computer which started the camera up "hello everyone! it's aiya here! on this special episode we have the wonderful, and very lovely y/n midoryia in the building"

you gave a shy smile and waved to the camera "hello everyone!" you faced the aiya letting her smile ease your tensions "i just wanted to say thank you before we start. not only for inviting me on your podcast, but just being so respectful and kind as well"

aiya nodded placing both hands over her heart "you're just too kind! but girl you don't have to thank me for doing the bare minimum"

"no i really do have to. because there are a lot of other people out here that i've talked to and are not as professional and sweet like you. it's really crazy" you shook your head when you heard yourself start to get off topic "i'm sorry i don't want to control this whole interview. i think i got the rambling from my husband through the years"

both you and aiya laughed at your statement.

"don't worry about it! this is not a place where i will every cut you off from rambling, seriously. plus i want to get into some of that as well. what is your experience with the whole ‘being a wife of the number one hero’ thing? like you said before people can be unusually cruel to you for absolutely no reason"

you scoffed dramatically making aiya laugh.

"so when people ask me this in person, which has never happened ever" you made direct eye contact with the camera before turning back. this had aiya laughing more now than before "being married to izuku is great, but being married to deku can be.. iffy on my end. does that make sense?”

"yes and no"

"okay so what i mean is that being deku's wife is stressful. not only because of the major backlash that i get from the internet, tabloids, and gossip shows, but also because of my safety. the backlash is something that doesn't go away but gets easier as time goes on. for me it was easier to just laugh at how stupid they are. like one article called me fat, cool, but then another one from the same company called me pile of bones skinny" you tilted you head slapping one hand down on your thigh "now you just look fucking stupid because you can't pick one and clearly can't run a business. cause like how didn't you know that both of these articles were coming out?" you shook your head "they piss me off more than make me upset"

aiya listened carefully letting you go on with your rant.

"but when i say i love being izuku’s wife i really mean it. i love that man more than i love anyone else. i love the way he looks when he wakes up in the morning. i love the way he gets excited every time we see cows when we're driving. he is who i was meant to be with and i believe that with my whole heart. i see deku and izuku as two totally different people because i get to see it from both perspectives. i can understand how some people might not understand where i’m coming from with this and that’s okay. this is just how i’ve been able to express the way i feel about the whole situation”

“wow.. thank you so much for sharing your point of view on things. i hope this really opens the eyes to some of the haters out there”

“ugh me too” you played with the ring on your finger “i feel bad now. when this episode airs i can just imagine what he’s gonna say, ‘oh so my episode was me spewing my undying love for you and all i get is i hate my husband?’”

the two of you laughed thinking about it.

“no, but we’ve seriously talked about it before and he understands where i’m coming from. i love that he’s so understanding about everything”

“speaking of love,” aiya pulled out a piece of paper coming from her lap “we’ve got questions”

you clapped your hands together excitedly.

“oh! hit me”

“okay so of course deku did a podcast episode where he made all of us singles jealous by describing the moment he fell in love with you. so now people are wondering what was the moment you fell in love with him?”

you had been preparing for this question ever since you read the email.

“i actually fell in love with izuku pretty early in our relationship. maybe like a month in? i’ve honestly had a crush on him since year one, but we never got the chance to interact.”

it was early off in your third year when you had come down with a bad fever. the only reason you could assume the sickness took over you was because everyone had just moved back into the dorms. bringing whatever kind of diseases they wanted back.

“hi izuku”

the phone was placed on the pillow beside your head. you didn’t have enough energy to hold it up. hell, you’re surprised you even had enough energy to accept the call. everything on your body was just hot. they only thing you felt you needed was a cold compress on your forehead, but getting up just wasn’t an option at the moment.

“y/n you’re making me worried. are you sure you don’t need recovery girl?”

“i should be okay,” you stopped in the middle of your sentence to take in a long breath “plus i don’t think she could help with what i have anyway”

izuku was slipping on his training uniform as he was talking to you. he didn’t know if you could hear yourself, or if you even cared, but he could probably picture what you looked like. comforter thrown to the floor. medicine bottles scattered on your dresser and not knowing which one to choose.

“are you sure you don’t need anything?”

“i should be fine izu. just focus on- on training for the festival. bye now”

izuku had wanted to get a couple more sentences in to ease his anxiety, but you quickly hung up the phone without a second thought.

once you found yourself a semi-comfortable position you took the chance of drifting off to sleep.

the nap lasted about thirty minutes before you woke up to the feeling of a cold compress being laid onto your forehead. slowly, your eyes opened to reveal your boyfriend making sure it was in the right spot.

“izu” you mumbled going to sit up but he placed his hands on your shoulders laying you back down.

“nope, you’re resting”

he still had his training uniform on from the time you had called him.

“but you shouldn’t be here. you should be training”

the newfound coolness on your forehead felt amazing, and part of you wished he had came sooner.

“i can take a day or two off. it’s fine”

you shook your head gently.

“i don’t want you to miss it because of me”

“y/n are you me?”

“no”

“are you my teacher?”

“no, but-“

“then don’t worry about it. your health means more to me than training. i’ve been working hard for the past two years, so if i have to take a day or two off to take care of my girlfriend then i’m jumping at the opportunity”

it was right then and there you felt some of the weight lift of your shoulders. this felt like confirmation of what you had assumed you were feeling from the moment you first saw him.

you loved him.

you loved him so, so much.

taglist! @sagejin 🫶🏾

lmk if you’d like to be added

[nappainanotherdimension]

(12 for the mun shipping thingeroo!)

{Mun Related Shipping Questions! || Open and Accepting!}

12. Do you believe rp’ing a ship adds to character development?

Oh it definitely can! Especially if you’re shipping with a muse and mun who brings out more of your muse’s other sides and parts of their personality that other characters might not be able to see! Is a ship needed for character development to happen? 

NOPE! OF COURSE NOT! 

Just look at how much being a #Dappa brings out Nappa’s other dimensions as a character! 

And after all I’ve been through, I’m EXTREMELY wary of people who come off as/are ship-centric without having other kinds of relationships going on with their muse. Ships are nice. I know, I’ve written far more than I can count off the top of my head, but they’re not the end-all-be-all for roleplay. Friendships and familial bonds are fun and add to character development too! 

But since this meme is about shipping...

A romantic relationship will bring out other sides to a muse that those other relationships won’t of course. If friends are turning into lovers then that also builds a new layer to that relationship too. After all, there’s only so much of a person a friend might see in their friend crush. There’s certainly a lot Nappa doesn’t know about Poharu still. And he’s learning some of those things in very interesting ways.

Haida makes some really great statements in Aggretsuko that explains how prior to forming a relationship, you only know the idealized version of this person you like. It’s something my muses are experiencing in their romantic relationships since all of my current ones have some sort of interaction going on at the start of things leaving the friend zone:

This can be applied to roleplaying a muse in general too. There’s only so much your HCs and portrayal ideas can tell you about the muse you’re playing. Even other ships with the same muse SHOULD be different with different muses as their partners. Just like in real life. 

Morals and views can change when certain people enter your life too. Sometimes specific circumstances can happen with a certain muse you’re interacting with and suddenly your muse who is against doing most PDA things for the sake of his own modesty and pride for his public image being a certain way might find himself getting really into smoochin’ someone special in broad daylight on the street! [GASPS IN SPANISH!]

Not every muse you come across will be able to get your muse in a compromising situation like the one mentioned above, even if they try doing the exact same things. Neither is such a situation always going to be something “going against character.” For the above example, we all know I’m talking about Nappa and Poharu. Nappa’s usual attitude towards doing something like that didn’t cause him to put a stop to things because he’s also impulsive and has been crushin’ on that lady for over a year. Because I write Nappa like he’s a person, I allow him to be complex and make exceptions sometimes. Allow him to get swept away in the moment because that was something I saw as totally being IC of him to do with Poharu. I don’t know if you’d call that character development, but it’s something I wouldn’t have expected before doing the flower confession thread. So maybe that’s more like character discovery?

I’ve sadly seen people try to explain radical changes to their character, and contradicting/hypocritical statements and actions as “character development” for the sake of making a ship work. That’s not development, that’s a form of force-shipping. And that’s no bueno. It’s easy to see when a muse is breaking character though. There is a constant disconnect between their actions and their words/stated morals given IC or OOC. 

But yeah. Development with shipping can be fun and very rewarding, but for me personally, it has to be done in a way where there’s natural chemistry between characters and some sort of strong bond. I’m a fan of slow burns, and while things escalated faster between Nappa and Poharu than I expected, that also works with their personalities, and how they met and developed their friendship etc. (They also happen to be very good at flirting with each other.) There’s always a lot that can be learned throughout a relationship too. It all depends on what works with the muses.

Some characters need a lot more time to open up emotionally, and to develop as a person in order to properly be in a healthy relationship too. Like Raditz. With a character like him, you really can’t rush into things unless you wanna be in a toxic relationship, or a casual dating/physical only type of ship. Yet sooooo many people think he’s the guy to go to when you need to be coddled and have their muses’ emotional issues get solved. 

Huh...this T is suddenly so bitter. Wonder why.

[skzddicted]

rock

bang chan (bf) x gn reader

wc: 524

fluff, established relationship

warnings: uhhh I don't think there's any please let me know if you find any!!!!!

a/n: hiiii this is my first fic i post on here (i def wasn’t a wattpad writer or anything) so i’d really appreciate feedback on what i could do better or just in general a comment on how u like it/what u thought :)) A reblog or like if u liked it would also be very very appreciated :D

another short a/n : this is like 99% me writing abt my own rock obsession wishing i had a chan&lt;;/3 yes i did have an emo phase

The music blasted through the speakers while you and Chan sang along. 

It was fun. You didn’t know how much you needed this road trip with him, but it felt so freeing being away from daily life and work, even if it was just for a bit, it felt so good. Especially being with Chan.

As the song that was playing slowly came to an end you picked up your phone to play another you were in the mood for. “Is it fine if I switch to another playlist?”, you looked up at Chan, who nodded, eyes still fixated on the road “Yeah sure, go ahead.” Little did he know you were going to play your rock/hard rock playlist on shuffle since you haven’t really listened to it in a while and missed blasting it in the car.

It wasn’t that you were hiding it on purpose or anything like that but it just never really occurred to you to bring up your literal obsession with rock and metal in a conversation with Chan, which was quite odd since music was your topic of conversation more often than not. So the look of surprise on Chan’s face when you started the song and started singing along was priceless.You didn't see it though since you were way into your singing to notice anything around you, you also didn’t notice the fond smile adorning your boyfriend’s face as he glanced at you.

In Chris’ eyes you were adorable.

He let you finish your song before starting to talk. “Didn’t know you were into rock”, he chuckled, turning to look at you with his eyebrows raised.

He let you finish your song before starting to talk. “Didn’t know you were into rock”, he chuckled, turning to look at you with his eyebrows raised.

“Oh, I didn’t tell you about it?”

“Nope”

With the realization slowly hitting you you got more and more shy. ‘Idiot.’ You thought to yourself ‘What if he finds it weird or cringe even?? Ofc he would, who even listens to music from over 10 years ago anymore??? Great. Now he thinks you’re-’ 

“You’re so cute” Chan cut off your train of thought as if he could read your mind.

“What?” You were dumbfounded. Cute??? He thought you were cute after this????

“Yeah, I mean, it was definitely unexpected but it’s cute.” He chuckled again and the shyness hit you even harder than before. 

Now you were a blushing mess trying to hide your face in your hands, the music playing long forgotten. Chan glanced at you again then started laughing.

“You still blush when I call you cute?”

“Shut up” you replied trying to hide your face even further. “You’re adorable” Chan said, patting your head as you whined for him to stop.

“By the way,” he spoke again after a bit, making you look up at him “Hm?”

“Send me the playlist I like it.”

Your whole face lit up with excitement “Really?” “Yeah,” He smiled “You know It’s also great inspo for our new album since we really wanted to go for a rock concept.” You sent him the playlist immediately and started rambling about your favorite songs and bands, and you were the happiest sharing something you loved with the person you loved the most.

masterlist

[harrysgloves]

Welcome to the family.

story summary: Florence and Harry meet your family.

warnings: Dumb brothers / Language.

a/n: Absolutely HATE editing so that didn't happen. A quick blurb to get back into the swing of writing again since it's been a long time. Always love having ideas for the throuple so if you have any don't be shy! It takes me forever to write but I do read them all, promise! x Trish

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Your thumb tapped against your pointer finger, then your middle finger, then your ring finger, over and over again in a never ending loop while you counted silently to yourself.

One, two, three… three, two, one.

"What happens when they ask you about your futu-"

Shut up. Stop worrying.

One, you tapped your thumb firmly against your pointer.

"What if they only approve of one but not the other one?"

Two, thumb against your middle finger again.

"What if they think our relationship is weird or unhealthy? Will I care? I always care about what they think but does it really matter when I lov-"

"Love?" Harry sighed, his hand squeezed the inside of your thigh, calling your attention to him. "Gotta get out of your head, yeah."

"Know, H."

"Gonna make Flor nervous if you're like this when she wakes up."

You quickly glanced over your shoulder to make sure the very sleep-deprived blonde who stayed up half the night worrying about this trip, was still sound asleep in the back seat. A small sigh of relief left your lips when you saw her eyes were still closed shut, her chest softly rising and falling.

"Fuck," You mumbled under your breath, your hand gripped tightly around the steering wheel. "I'm sorry, I just- well, I've never had anyone meet all of them before."

He barely had a moment to breathe before you were anxiously rambling off every anxiety-ridden thought that was running through your mind.

"And it's not like this is necessarily a standard relationship and I don't want anyone to be rude on accident and hurt your or Flor's feelings."

"They won't, kitten."

"They probably will."

"And if they do, we'll deal with it." Hjs fingers dug deeper into your thigh for a brief moment, trying his best to softly reassure you from the passenger seat. "We're both really excited to meet them all, everything is going to be fine."

You sighed, hoping that your family could keep it together for one meal. Three hours tops of you being there, maybe less if you could get away with it.

>>>

"About time!" You heard your brother yelling out to you before you had a chance to put the car in park, your middle finger raised high in the air as your car came to a lurching hault.

"That one's Jason, right?"

"Yup, youngest and dumbest one." You rolled your eyes as the hoard of now adult children came filtering out of the house. You were sure talk of you bringing your partners to dinner was the only topic they'd been talking about all day.

"We can leave anytime you want to, okay?"

Your words were meant to be assuring, but they seemed to have the complete opposite effect. Her pretty face deflated at the sound of them. The corners of her lips turned down, deep. That fleeting flash of worry painted her face as well as Harry's. Though, he was much, much, better at hiding it.

"Do you- uhm, do you think they're not going to like us?" She asked through a small voice.

You'd never seen her really, truly, doubt herself before. She was always confident, not in a snobby way, but she was sure of herself. She never needed to worry before, never caring for too long if someone did particularly like her.

Until now.

To Florence, this felt like one of those make-or-break moments in a relationship. After meeting your family, you'd both meet hers, maybe a vacation to see hers and then Harry's in one trip.

Maybe then they could convince you to give up that crummy apartment that you were a bit attached to. You three could have a life together, beyond squeezing in time whenever possible, and it'd start right here.

"No, Flor, of course they're going to like you. I'm just worried that someone will say something really insensitive. Especially, Raph, he can be a real dick when he wants to be."

"Just go in and be yourself. They'll love you." That toothy smile you loved so much spread across his face making his dimples pop. His ring-fingered hand laced through Flor’s soft and delicate thin fingers, pulling them to his lips to kiss lightly. "And you, stop worrying so much, it's going to be a good time."

"Awe, our sweet little voice of reason.” You teased, his green eyes rolled at your comment, an unamused chortle leaving his lips.

“You’re just upset that I always got to calm you two down.”

“‘S right?”

“Yeah.”

“H, what about the Men’s magazine saying you weren’t the most fashionable guy of the year?” Florence questioned from the back, that honey-sweet voice not for a second masking the venom in her words.

“Oi!” The look of complete betrayal painted his face, his voice rising to levels you didn’t know it could go to had you laughing in the seat beside him almost uncontrollably. “You both said we wouldn’t bring that up again.”

“Shouldn’t say we need to be calmed down all the time then.” Florence snipped back but that hint of a playful smile still played at the corner of her lips as she quickly checked her purse to make sure nothing fell out on the drive. “Now come on before I have another freak-out.”

>>>

The house had been the same for as long as you could remember. Your dad, as great as he was, never really got into decorating.

The same red oak hardwood floors that lined the house when you were a child still ran through the entire first floor, up the stairs that you slipped and busted your lip on when you were 6 years old. Over and up onto the second floor where all your bedrooms were when you were kids.

The place was filled with memories, the walls of the house held onto so many stories, both good and bad. You wondered one day if the next person who lived here would question why the piece of trim beside your bedroom door was completely gone or who had drawn a treasure map in the linen closet.

You could have gotten lost in the nostalgia if it wasn’t for the cold sweat of anxiety that laced itself through the front of your hair. Your hands gripped tightly onto both Harry’s and Flor’s as you led them through the front entrance towards the kitchen where you could hear the usual boisterous laughter and chatting from the hoard of siblings you had.

“Finally!” Jason yelled through the noise of everyone before your foot even hit the tile flooring. The complete silence that followed as they all one-by-one turned their heads to your direction made your throat dry.“Thought you three were going to stay in the car the whole time.”

“Leave them alone.” Your dad mumbled as he moved across the kitchen to where you three were standing. Both hands in yours tightened against your own.

“It’s so nice to meet you both, finally.” That warm smile wide on his face, a hint of amusement in his eyes as they traveled down to where your fingers were tightly laced together. “Thought Y/N was never going to bring you ‘round.”

“Dad.” Your eyes widened, giving him the silent sign to stop saying things like that, even though you knew this conversation would be far from over.

“What? It’s true!”

“Yeah, Y/N it’s been six months. We were pretty sure you were lying about them dating you.” Tomás snickered from the other side of the room, adding fuel to the flames.

“You’ve picked her up at Harry’s house before.” Jack rolled his eyes, shoving a piece of food down his throat.

“So?” Tommy questioned, his eyebrows raised as he stared Jack down. “She could be a crazy stalker fan for all we know!”

“She’s definitely crazy.” Raph chuckled, shaking his head.

“Yeah, don’t you remember the time in 6th grade when she-” Jason started, the little shit, you knew he’d been dying to lay out your embarrassing stories for weeks now.

“Okay!” You yelled out before the story could continue.

“No, wait,” Florence piped up from your left side, her hand leaving yours as she glided across the room to the available seat at the breakfast bar. “I’d love to hear that.”

“Me too, actually.” Harry smiled down to you before letting go of your other hand, your dad seizing the moment to clap a hand around his shoulder in the typical dad sort of way as they both walked off to join the rest.

>>>

It had been 3 hours, 3 hours of tale after tale of every questionable moment you had in life blasted out with no care about how mortified you were.

“Then she decided to eat it!”

“Oh no!” Florence whined in disgust, her beautiful eyes judging deep into your soul as Harry laughed wholeheartedly from the other side of you.

“It was a birthday cake!” You reasoned back.

“Made of mud, Y/N.” Raphael stated, your face blistering with heat as everyone giggled again.

“Not that this isn’t great but…” Jason drew out, your heart instantly dropped to your ass at his tone. This was the moment you were worried about. “Aren’t we all supposed to start grilling you two at some point?”

Your pleading for this to not happen at family dinner was drowned out by Florence and Harry’s agreement.

Why the fuck would you agree to this? Was what you were hoping your disbelieving look to both of them conveyed, their hands rested in unison on your thigh, giving reassuring squeezes. Harry’s half shrug and Flor’s sweet smile tried to calm you down but you knew that wasn’t possible, not with your nightmare crew of brothers all patiently waiting to metaphorically pounce on the opportunity to run them off.

“Right then, how does sex work?”

You choked on the air you were breathing, coughing profusely as your face heated. Desperately, you chugged the glass of wine in front of you to stop the fit of shock and the urge to strangle Jason.

“¡Pendejo!” Tomás yelled as an uproar started around the family dinner table.

“I was just asked what everyone was thinking!’

“No one was thinking that!”

“That’s our fucking sister! The last thing I want to think about is her sex life!”

“Is it always like this?” Florence asked from beside you, her face leaned in close to yours to keep everything more private, which was super unnecessary since your brothers were now yelling in multiple languages as loudly as possible.

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Is Jack speaking Italian?” Harry leaned over to whisper from beside you, not a hint of being embarrassed or uncomfortable anywhere in either one of them.

“More like cursing but yes.” You quickly reached for the bottle of wine that was in the middle of the table, trying your best to not cause too much motion and catch their attention.

“Why couldn’t you ask them something normal?” Raphael actually stuck up for you, a moment that didn’t happen often. “Like when are you moving in together or are you going to make Y/N finally get her own cat and stop stealing her neighbors.”

“You guys leave Marshmallow out of this!” You jumped forward in your seat, not wanting them to drag that poor cat through this fight. You’d guard him with your life.

“Yes.” Harry’s calm and collected voice broke lowly through the sea of argument.

“What?” You asked, wiping around to see them both wordlessly communicate with each other the way they always had.

“Yeah, we want to get our own cat, eventually.” Harry clarified for the group. Each brother gently sat back down in their seat, eyes wide with curiosity, lines of questions waiting to pour from their mouths.

“Mhm,” Florence hummed, her glass of wine in her other hand sat down on the table in front of her. “Maybe name it Graham Cracker and take it to visit Marshmallow when we finally get this one to agree to move in.”

Your eyes widened, emotions you had a hard time processing bubbled deep within you. You were always too scared to ask where this went past 6 months, a year, 5 years. A part of you assumed, especially since they have both separately told you they love you but you still feared, still had that doubt in the back of your mind.

“What about you know… long term?” Raphael asked, cutting off the welling tears trying their best to build up in your eyes.

“Haven’t forced her to have that conversation yet, she’s a bit skittish.” Harry joked, lightening the mood slightly but you didn’t want to get off-topic, maybe you’d finish this conversation in the car and this was the door that needed to be opened in order to be more vulnerable with them.

“What happens when Y/N gets her next movie deal and has to travel for work?” Ralph the detective asked again but your eyes were constantly bouncing between the both of them. Each one sat cool and calm like they’d known the answers without having to think about them, without having to search for anything to say because the answers were already written into their own hearts.

“We’ll figure it out, just like we’re figuring out how to deal with the media, tour dates, and family. Not going to be easy, but…”

“We’ll figure it out together.” Harry finished the sentence Flor had started and suddenly, it felt like you were the only three in the room, the words leaving your mouth without a single care about your family hearing you declare them.

“I love you.”

“Welcome to the family, you two.” Your dad’s joyful voice plopped you back into reality, your brothers all agreeing with the words he’d said but you could only think of one thing: You couldn’t wait to tell them over and over again, ‘I love you'.

[enjennie]

my first and... last?

pairing: jeno x reader

synopsis: wherein jeno asks you to be his first kiss.

genre: fluff, trainee!jeno and trainee!reader, a first kiss and just two innocent 14 year olds.

word count: 956

warnings: purposely done in low caps

a/n: should i do a part 2 in which they've finally debuted?? hmm...

jeno just wanted to get it over with. he wants all the jokes and teasing to stop, and give donghyuck a reason to eat his words up.

recently, dating had come into the topic between the boys and jeno was unlucky to be singled out for not having his first kiss yet. he didn't get why he's the only one, when jaemin had only deliberately gotten away by saying he has in fact kissed a girl... yeah, his mom!

so, with giddy feet and cold fingers he strided towards you with one goal in mind.

for you to be his first kiss.

with the both of you being trainees at a young age, you were bound to miss out on the normal teenage life. this included the crushes, mutual pining and dating experience. all these being a sacrifice to chase after your dreams.

but it wouldn't be bad to dip your feet just a little in the life you left behind, right?

"y/n?" the boy approached you hesitantly. you were sat  beside the sound system of the room, shuffling through your music. your fingers paused as he caught your attention, allowing a song to softly play through the speakers.

"hey, jeno. the boys went to grab something to eat outside," you informed him, assuming he's probably just going to ask where the rest of his pals had gone.

jeno is one of the more shy boys, coming off as reserved and a little intimidating if you say so yourself. it's what initially had you drawn to him. however, over the past few months that you've been friends he's opened up more to the group and you must say he definitely has more to him than he lets on. you didn't think it was even remotely possible for him to get even cuter when he stopped wearing his thick glasses and started styling his hair more.

these small changes with jeno didn't go unnoticed by you. but you'd never tell him, or anyone in fear of being teased about it.

"ah, no–" he looked uneasy, fingers fidgeting a little as he tries to look for anything to play with. your eyes watch his movements closely. he was shy, but never became this nervous around you. he would only become this way during the weekly physical exams you all took.

"i was looking for you," he confessed and it doesn't fail to bring warmth to your cheeks. you've always taken a liking for him, from the moment you became friends. but you're fourteen for christ's sake, and had big dreams to focus on. that's why you were here, isn't it? so, you pushed away any underlying feelings you had for the boy in hopes you would just outgrow it.

"well, you found me," you giggle lightly and a smile finally creeps up to his burning face.

this was it. now or never, jeno.

"have you– had your first kiss?" jeno quietly mutters and if it wasn't for him moving closer to your ear, you wouldn't have heard what he said completely. but you do, and it sends electricity through your veins. you take a while to answer back, which starts to worry the boy but before he can freak out you shake your head gently.

"n-no. why do you ask?"

you weren't entirely sure, but the room felt like it had gone completely silent and the world had stopped all its motion.

jeno had frozen up like a statue, just sitting there as he contemplated the next words about to leave his mouth. he had thought about this all week, and when asked who he would kiss if given the chance, no one else came to mind but you.

"could you be my first?"

your lips parted, heartbeat quickening as you registered what he'd just said.

"i mean– i just think it's appropriate for it to be someone i know well and care for... we don't exactly live normal lives and i want to get it out of the way before i get any older," he rambles, his hand flying to the nape of his neck and shyly rubbing on the area.

your face is burning up at this point, wanting nothing more than to press your face against your pillow and scream into it excitedly. you let out a small, "okay,". jeno looks up at you, eyes meeting yours for the first time since he sat down.

"really?"

"yes, jeno."

jeno gets a little restless in his place, adjusting himself and just refusing to sit still in surprise that you'd just agreed to kiss him and let him be your first kiss and vice versa.

"i agree. i want to get it over with as well," you nod, as if talking to yourself. kissing your crush? being each other's first kisses? this sounded like a dream. one of your many daydreams.

jeno forces himself to calm down, and after managing to get his hand to stop shaking he reaches for yours. you neglect your phone by your lap, hands welcoming his and leaning in to meet him halfway.

heart beating rapidly in your chest, your breathing is ragged but you try your best to calm down. jeno's eyes flutter towards your lips for a split second before you close your eyes and there's a second of stillness before his lips press against yours.

it was as if a colony of butterflies had been set free in your belly, as you kiss him back softly. plush lips molding together for a split second before you're both pulling away, extremely flushed and hearts beating rapidly.

unbeknownst to you both, it would be the start of your hearts beating rhythmically as it longed for the other.

part 2 - out now!

[rosaaeles]

hellooo! new follower here! I was wondering if you could tell us what your stances on the The Hunger Games movies are? and thoughts on the new TBOSAS movie announcement? very curious!

hey anon!

my stances on the movies are..... HMMMMM

on one hand, i adore the cinematography of THG and CF. in terms of what is physically happening on screen, the first movie in particular is beautiful and poignant and there are so many scenes i love (e.g the opening scene with seneca and caesar, the cornucopia scene, katniss putting flowers around rue's body, her tracker jacker hallucinations). imo the cinematography is one of the strongest qualities the first two movies have going for them. the last two are generally a disaster and i think thats due to a bigger budget and the fact that they feel like blockbusters - they lack the intimacy of movie 1 so i generally find them more boring visually etc etc.

i also think some of the casting was good! namely josh hutcherson as peeta and elizabeth banks and effie. sam claflin was good as finnick and donald sutherland was a fab snow too imo. (stanley tucci as caesar as well! he nailed the balance between the flamboyancy of the capitol and it's more sinister side.)

movie 1 means a lot to me, and it always will so i watch it often BUT that is not to say it's not without fault.i have a lot of problems with the franchise and so it's hard for me to love the movies as much as i think i could.

i don't like the casting of jlaw, liam hemsworth or woody harrelson. and it's nothing against their acting, tbh. it's more about the fact that i have a serious problem with lionsgate saying that only white ppl could audition for the roles of katniss, gale, and haymitch (and greasy sue too which??? weird). i've said this before but by preventing non-white actors for those roles in particular, the filmmakers depoliticised the story to an extent and missed out on a chance to address the idea of "seam" being a race alongside it being a class (i'm just brushing over this topic rn bc whilst it's something im deeply passionate about, i don't want this to become another essay about THG and race bc lord knows i've bored so many people with my ramblings rip :')

beyond that, i'm not too keen on how many of the book's themes were ignored or glossed over. finnick's SA and the fact that he was forced into prostitution by snow, the capitol's hoarding of resources, the nuances of being a career, the careers in the 74th games planning to torture katniss etc etc. these are just some of the examples that im reeling off the top of my mind, and they're topics that are barely shown in the movies.

what i'm trying to say is that there was an opportunity to make such a beautiful franchise that accurately reflected the books and didn't shy away from the heavier themes or the symbolism in the books, but instead we got movies/marketing that focused on "team gale/team peeta" and "what district would you be in?". it frustrates me immensely bc an opportunity was missed!

okay phew let me catch my breath.

in terms of TBOSAS, i don't trust lionsgate to not fuck it up so i'm just very cautious about it all honestly. i want to believe they'll learn from the mistakes the last movies made and improve on them but we'll just have to wait and see! i'd love for lucy baird and sejanus to be played by non-white actors, i'd love to see a return to visuals reminiscent of the first movie and i'd love for the filmmakers not to shy away from heavier themes! but idk how likely any of these things are so i'm just keeping my fingers crossed!

sorry this got so long, anon! i hope it answered all your questions!

[leggyre]

EDIT: im doing better as of now! Can't really say for sure how long that will last, if it does, but I've managed to get quite some support from people so I think if I break down again it might not be as bad. I do appreciate everyone's thoughts but pms basically has me on a leash at times. i'm keeping this post up and pinned because, considering how long it took me to reach out to just anyone, deleting it would be a huge step back.

thanks for being here 🐇

heylo everyone.... im not sure if anyone's noticed the sudden drop in activity from me during the past two weeks, but that's not important, just related.

this post is going to have a little bit too much information, and i will discuss the heavier topics related to my depression, so make sure youre in a safe state of mind when you consider reading it.

readmore goes here, but new post editor only makes them work once in a blue moon so im sorry if it doesn't show up.

this has been the hardest year of my life. i have only been making vague mentions of it, but last holiday season i suffered some very heavy mental damage from something that was building up for 1-2 years previously.

And I think it's... time I open the bottle and let these things out.

This incident is the reason I had to leave the little PSAs about my venting. When the year had just started, I had panic attacks thinking about it -- thinking about my one best friend, the first person who ever called me their best friend(and that was BIG for tiny me), who i had known for years, who i grew up with, even if our bonds were made through screens.... Thinking about how they suddenly just... started drifiting away from me. Going from daily chats to occasional "hey joel vinesauce funny heehee" and then silence. Silence that drove me insane, to the point of tears, because up to this point my whole social philosophy was that I didn't mind any challenges i might have to deal with when meeting new friends. If they liked me, disliked me, somehow grew to despise me, I had not a single care in the word because I always had this one person I could always lean on and their support was the only thing that mattered. I couldn't care less about what other people thought of me.

But then that beacon started.. fading away.. I tried to keep it on as long as possible, I asked them to share the things they loved with me like they--we always did in the past because just sharing cool things with your friend is a good way to spend time.

When I'm comfortable with people in private i have a tendency to just... drop random rambles, weird trains of thoughts made up on the spot(eg you woke up in the morning with several messages from me where im joking around about banjo and dk being boyfriends and it escalates into silly fanart of it like it just happens). I'm bringing this up because it's kinda when I started to feel a little bit abandoned. My thoughts are already kinda dumb or random but I share them anyway because I know you'll enjoy them and it's fun. The moment these start being ignored, like, actively, it hurts me. And that's how, bit by bit, I started being even more shy about sharing my things. It's where the terrible "I'm the joke and the audience" mindset comes from.

But that's like... One little thing. Throughout two years I suffered from being damaged by several little things like this. Little things that hurt me and kept me from engaging further. I watched as they gleefully replied to people elsewhere or spent the day playing games with their cool friend groups on other places while my little pieces of love were left behind. It felt like it didn't matter anymore. I was starting to have panic attacks thinking about all of this. I was being triggered by the thought of my best friend. AND... I started being triggered by friendship itself. I couldn1t play Overcooked, my FAVORITE game at the time, alone anymore because it's a game made to be played with friends. I stayed away from Toontown for a LONG ass time because it's got its little portions of interactivity and whenever I saw other players going around together I just felt.. Empty. This started happening with so many things, big and small, and I couldn't tell anyone about it because it felt a bit... Mean? To be upset by seeing others happy together.

I let them know this. I told them more than once. They didn't need to stop talking to me because of how our interests hadn't matched a lot lately; they could still tell me about the things they liked and I'd gladly get acquainted with the things you taught me. that's how it's always been. i don't know why you've been avoiding me like this. it's hurting me. badly. and i don't want to go away, but it feels like being together hurts more than the possibility of being separated.

It... Didn't help. I kept having my bad lows. They kept on not having me on anything they did. And they kept hurting me, so, so bad.

It was on my birthday last year where i had the biggest breakdown. They had this tradition of.. sending me long and cheesy speeches about our friendship on my birthday. Every year. Ever since we first met. On Neopets.

I've always loved these messages, even if most of the time i get embarrassed reading and initially replied with a "damn thats gay" before getting my actual thoughts back together. It's always been something that kept me grounded. I've got some... Whimsical philosophies at times because I'm very disconnected from the world. I spend a lot of time in my own fantasies. I make personal connections with the things I create, and they are real to me. I always feel like I'll drift away or fade out of reality eventually because I'm so disconnected from it. But I knew I was gonna be alright. Because there was always a hand that held me here.

Anyway,

I spent my birthday alone that year.

It took me a few days of debating with myself before I had a bad breakdown about it and impulsively just... Ghosted them. I left our server. I unfollowed them everywhere. I did not say a single word about it. I just left. It felt horrible. I know it's a horrible thing to do. Ghosting someone without saying anything can do so much damage. I was hurt and I couldn't think.

But that's fine, they didn't really notice I had done that until I sent an apology message days later mentioning what happened. We had our last talk. We parted ways.

And that's the story of how I acquired the mental scar that's been tormenting me all year.

I don't have a hand that holds me here anymore. I'm constantly drifting away because no one's been able to grip tightly enough to keep me in place. I'm constantly lost in my own mind because I feel like I don't belong anywhere I go.

I've been trying desperately to find the ground again ever since. I entered several servers where I got to talk to many wonderful people, I dove in headfirst into the omori fandom looking to find the same ground undertale gave me, I even made my own little server which is also filled with wonderful people, but.... In every single one of these situations, I still could feel myself drifting away. Feeling isolated, like I don't belong. That I don't fit in. And then when everyone comes to hold my hand lightly to say a passing "you're fine", I don't have the guts to say that this won't work. That I need a tighter grip. And there are times I do manage to spill some of that truth, but... It never goes anywhere.

I have been suffering from a much more devastating instance of my depression pretty much monthly because my hormones fucking suck. Long periods of time where I feel lonelier and more miserable. Oftentimes dealing with it by enduring it until it goes away because I don't know how to ask for help.

So now on to: Why am I sharing this now? Why all of it?

Long story short... I have to stop silencing myself. I have to stop isolating myself. And most of all, I have to let people know how I can be helped, because I surely shouldn't expect everyone to just know how to handle me.

(big bad depression stuff starts here)

Long story long... I hit a new but familiar low about a week ago. I hit the bottom of the well... Again. I didn't feel any joy about anything, I didn't want to play games, draw or talk much with anyone. I spent three entire days on my bed, laying down and drifting away into my fantasies because they were the only thing that could make me happy. It was a bit scary when I noticed I was doing it, because that is the behavior I had back when I was stressed out in high school, the first time I actually considered dying and also the first time I started doing my own way of self harm; through isolation and starving myself. Back then, though, I still had a firm grip on my hand. A grip that, even when I allowed myself to fade away, would still be there to see me. Ask if I was okay. A grip that made me give up on an extremely close attempt.

Laying down in bed for three consecutive days without seeing a single soul attempt to reach me was terrifying.

But at the same time it started to feel comforting, because I finally thought I could... Go. And stay in the place where I'm supposed to be.

I took another impulse and isolated myself further. Wiped my discord server list almost entirely. Stopped talking here and on twitter, and when I did I deleted everything. I am aware that I shouldn't do these things. That I shouldn't "test" people like this. Expect them to notice it immediately. But this is self harm. This is meant to hurt me. And hurt it did.

And then.

I got sick.

I am still sick. My limbs are weak. I struggle to hold my phone and do the most basic things. I feel tired after a few steps. My head's been hurting in odd ways. We don't know what the problem is, and I feel like my parents don't take me seriously because they still wanna have their fun little christmas trip anyway.

I made them aware of not only this sickness, but my mental state as well because my shitty little brain started thinking about using this as self harm as well.

The problem arises, or, well, gets worse, when they don't seem to be treating this seriously. I literally feel like I'm going to die at times because of how bad this is. My mother is mad at my psychiatrist because she wants to blame my medicine despite me having proven to her multiple times they're not making me sick. This is an old conflict and her bringing it up at this time makes me furious. I list several things that are wrong with me, and yet on the next day she still asks "You're sick?".

And worst of all, she manages to leave me alone. On a bed. All day. Not eating anything.

It's... A lot of stuff. It's been taking a toll on me. I'm on a rollercoaster. Whenever it goes up I've been trying to reach out on impulse because when it goes down it goes all the way to hell. I'm sabotaging myself both ways. I made a scheduled goodbye post because I was sure I wouldn't make it to 2022. I still have it scheduled because I genuinely fear for my health at the moment, and I know that dipping down low again could end me anytime because my mind is way too unstable right now.

But... To end this on a good note, I kind of do have some hope again. Because I finally managed to reach out in a way that matters. Took another one of these impulse cards. Let her know what my head is thinking, even if it's ugly. It's.. Very important to have someone be aware of how dangerous it is to leave me alone right now. I have reached out to some friends too and started to lean more on them, though I do know they won't always be there.

...And that's all. Well, not really because there's a lot to this but I told everything that matters hopefully. This post is also me reaching out. But it's also... Just unloading a lot of stuff that's been plaguing me for almost three years now. Maybe four? It's been killing me from inside, and I know writing this is a big step towards recovery.

if you.. come across me feeling lonely just.. stop for a chat, really. im up to hear any very specific facts about frogs you might have. im really bad at opening up to anyone, and im also bad at handling "are you okay?" because I don't want to say no. But, hey, you don't have to hold me here but, uh

thanks for listening.

its almost 5 am im going to bed haha