#BUT HEY KISS THE GO-GOAT AM I RIGHT?

[maydayaj]

This took me forever to finish but IT WAS WORTH IT‼️😔✨ this drawing idea was stuck in my head FOREVER and I’m so glad that I finally drew it out! Also I fucking love Ghost and love the song “kiss the go-goat” it was too narilamb coded and if I didn’t draw it out I’d literally die/hj

(also you should totally check out my narilamb playlist)

And have a little silly doodle at the bottom of this lmfao

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

Arthur: hehe, now hold on boy let me get my cheaters on if we're gonna read now

[deesseshesca]

PAC : Am I the only 'main character' they’re vibing with ? (18+)

Honestly ... idk.

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Pile 1

They are flamboyant individual . Babe they are not playing with you. They are not taking ‘’no’’ as an answer. Yes, they have a lot of options but all they see is you. You have no idea how tunnel vision they are about you. Is borderline obsessive.  Now the question is are they going to keep that energy when they have you ?

Am I the only 'main character' they’re vibing with ?

Yes. 

What’s the potential for drama vs. chill in this connection?

Drama 

Run. I know that type too well. They are going to do everything right until… they know they bag you. The fact that you are untouchable is actually what’s making them crazy. I feel like that person has a lot of experience. They fucked with a lot of people from all age range. Then there’s you. Mission impossible. I feel like y’all have a good relationship with dad, if not your dad card gets swiped. Y’all may have nobody in your DM. Nobody ever came your way to deal with you. You are sitting down looking at yourself  knowing you are not the problem. Face cards never decline, body is tea, nails stay done, you do your own hair. Especially the one that is dying their hair after a mental breakdown. You slay each color each time. It doesn't matter if you start the process at 2 am on a whim. You also do your own lashes or is a lash tech. Y’all also may be bald. Or you know  damn well that pussy is the goat. Even if you are a virgin. You know your cookie would have these man hooks like is coke. The second that someone is going to have a taste of it … they are going to lose their mind. You, them and I know you were never the problem. That’s why people keep saying they are intimidated by you because you look like you won’t take bullshit, you have your own motion and your money is long … so what’s up. Their dick in their pants … girl ! Anyway the only reason they want you is to prove to their lame friend group that they got an insane game. They are going to cheat on you, play in your face and make you feel so bad whenever you would want to discuss your feelings. You are too pretty for that mess … NEXT, THANK YOU !

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PILE 2

Am I the only 'main character' they’re vibing with ?

Yes.

What’s the potential for drama vs. chill in this connection?

Drama.

Is giving baby mama/daddy drama. The person you are dealing with is in love with you. They care for you, they show in  multiple ways. They keep texting you throughout the day. Always checking on you and the baby. Go to every appointment and even make sure you have more than enough money for the baby. They don’t just cover for the diapers, school books or clothes. They are paying for your hair, nails, clothes, food, and trip. Ask and they trick. They also like to spend time with you on a date without the kid. They love coming home and cuddling with you in front of a movie or one of your reality tv shows. They love touching you and making love to you. I feel like you want more. You want to be nastier. You want a pile 3 experience.  Your partner can’t see you under that light. Something about you being the mother of their kids now so everything changes. Back then y'all used to get down. You were doing splits on the dick, you were riding from the side, you were vocal because the speed they used to go was animalistic. The issue is he would give you  his left kidney but can’t be faithful for nothing. Not even God can come and ask that from him. They are out here clubbing and you are waking up lonely with a ‘’hey girly’’ text. You lost count of how many ‘’hey girly’’ texts you had. You stay with them because they are so loving and treat you like a princess. They are an amazing parent and you guys are a good team together but the cheating is insane. 

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PILE 3

Am I the only 'main character' they’re vibing with ?

No. 

What’s the potential for drama vs. chill in this connection?

Chill.

You know they are not only dealing with you and you don’t give a fuck. You are only there for the dick/pussy. They way they fuck is too good. You: I know ! Just  an insider; your boo thing is also dealing with his girl bff (yes… is time to have a gc meeting). Anyway you try all your sexual fantasies with them. Y’all love to use toys. He also buys you lingerie for some he also buys your weed or edibles. They will do what’s necessary to be in that wap and they quickly understand that you get nicer when you have a gift in your hand. They love to have their dick/strap come in and out of you. They love to have their fingers in your hole. Them: Is tight. Me: .. Sir/Miss please can I finish this reading in peace? You are the best they ever had. They love your face when you orgasm, they love to keep their face close to yours. They love swallowing your moans and kissing you. They love any position where they can hold you close. On the other hand, you prefer riding them, doing splits, teasing, giggling. You just like to feel and look like a pornstar that’s it. Y’all may film your experience and you act like is your personal Onlyfan. Ok Pile 2 gets nasty with it. Last insider: they would cuff you if you looked and acted like their bff because they are in love with your punani. I don’t even think you ever consider being with them. Just letting you know. So you don’t get dickmitize. 

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PILE 4 

Am I the only 'main character' they’re vibing with ?

Yes. 

What’s the potential for drama vs. chill in this connection?

Drama.

Pile 4 not y’all being the drama. Nah, zion do it, zion, zion. Out here looking around. Give your 4 walls a break and focus on me. (Not me rizzing up on the ipod (plz tell me you got that niche reference … anyway)). Your person is going through it. First you guys are recently single and you were in a confusing/toxic relationship. They were out here judging your body all the damn time. Telling you were too fat or saying they could not last long in bed because you were not pretty enough. Whole time they look like a drawing inspired by someone's drunk memory. The worst is y’all are gorgeous and you big tits are always sitting pretty. You have an hourglass figure and it is not about being slim or thick. Is about having a proportionate silhouette. Hair goals :  long and healthy have never been dyed. Y’all may have lip filler and is because of your ex but I think y’all recently took the filler out. Side note, y’all may look tall in your picture but you are actually very short.  Anyway your older brother bff is doing their best to keep their hands to themself. They have been crushing on you forever and everyone knows it except the brother and you. Like even the parents can sense a vibe. You love teasing them, maybe you guys started texting like y’all use too and there’s a lot of sexual double meaning. A lot of sexual tension between y'all. They are calling you little names and they claim they care for you. Have real feelings but you won’t allow yourself to fall for it. Because of your past and the fact that this is your brother bff… hello ! Stop giving them the fuck me eyes in family  settings. They already told you that but babe frl. Because next time they will pin you to a wall… I'm not joking. Relationship or not. You guys lowkey sext each other and you are always the instigator. You:want to see my new bras. Since they can’t resist … they expect just a picture of underwear nah is my girl milker in a beautiful colorful lace. Bye ! When they are drunk they love to text you and call you to sing their love to you . Everytime the next morning they come back nervous, hoping they did not  scare you off. Anyway Pile 4, I’m not the one to advocate for man peace but please put that man out of his misery. 

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Prompt 27 - Intimate

@wolfstarmicrofic February 27, word count 415

Intimate would be the word Sirius would use for Madam Puddifoot’s. God awful was another, but he wanted to plan the perfect date for his first date with Remus and, according to all the girls he’d ever dated, Puddifoot’s was the place to go. 

He grimaced as he entered the little teashop, decorated in pink hearts. 

“Hi, I’d like to make a reservation for two,” He told Madam Puddifoot herself. 

“Right, you are my dear. What name shall I put it under?” The middle-aged witch asked, dipping her quill into an ink pot and opening a ledger. 

“Black,” He said. She wrote his name down, gave him a time and that was that. 

The day came and, holding Remus’s hand in his, he started to walk towards the teashop. 

“Er, Sirius, where are you taking me?” Remus asked, staring at all the pink surrounding the teashop. 

“For our first date,” Sirius answered, tugging his hand gently to get him moving again. 

“If you think for one second that I am setting one foot in Puddifoot’s, you’ve got another thing coming,” Remus, being a lot stronger than Sirius, yanked him back the other way towards the Hogshead. “Hey, Aberforth, one bottle of firewhisky, please,” Remus ordered from the gruff barman. Sirius watched as Remus pulled out a few vials of something and placed them on the counter. Aberforth swiped them up and exchanged them for a bottle of midrange firewhisky. “Pleasure doing business with you,” Remus winked at him. He grabbed the bottle and led Sirius out of the village along a little path until they were under the cover of the forbidden forest. 

They sat down on a fallen log and passed the bottle back and forth. Sirius had to agree that this was a far better date than sitting in uncomfortable silence while they had tea and tiny sandwiches served to them. 

“What did you give to Aberforth?” Sirius asked as he passed the bottle back to Remus. 

“He’s a shit brewer, and I can brew the medicine he needs for his goats, so he agreed to give me booze in exchange for the medicine,” Remus explained. Sirius snorted, it was such a Remus Lupin explanation. 

On their drunken walk back up to the castle, Sirius asked Remus how he thought their first date went.

“Best date ever,” He replied, stooping down and planting a rather slobbery kiss on Sirius’s cheek. Sirius just beamed at him and vowed never to suggest Madam Puddifoot’s again. 

[noneorother]

The case for (at least) two stories in GO season 2: Bildad

This chapter will be more enjoyable if you read the first post "The Kiss"! Another blatant instance of inconsistency and topic of much debate has been Bildad's wig(s). His hair seems to change all the time, and the headband is never quite the same. What if I told you that if you stop focusing on the hair, and count the stripes on his headbands, a clear picture emerges? Sounds insane right? Here's the entirety of episode 2, arranged by number of headband stripes Crowley has in each scene.

I'll put screenshots in case you don't want to rewatch those two sillies again for 4 minutes. But be real... who doesn't? A pretty clear pattern emerges when you arrange the scenes like this : more stripes = more intimacy and trust between Crowley & Aziraphale. For stripe 1, we only get the opening scene where Crowley "destroys Job's goats".

This scene could live on it's own in the story, theoretically. Aziraphale never interferes with Crowley as he destroys the children, because it's all hunky dory up in heaven. The very next scene we see Crowley questioning Job and Sitis, starting to doubt his job, and he's got two headbands and two stripes for most of the rest of his hijinks with Aziraphale.

Until the very end of the episode, where we are back to one headband, but two stripes. The hair is short again, and the headband is neat, and this stumped me for a long while. If you only count the number of headbands and hair length, this scene clearly belongs with the first, and story-wise, would make little sense. But taken with the other two-striped scenes, it paints the complete picture of the saving of Job's children together as a team. I've taken the three headband/stripe scenes out of order from the show and put them at the end. The only time Crowley has three headbands is when something deeply intimate is happening between Azirpahale and Crowley. The first instance is quite early on, for the whole of the reveal of Crowley's crows to goats pipeline.

Interestingly this is also where we get the cryptic line "I am not the angel you knew". Next is a little interlude inside of Crowley's "destruction" of Job's children, where Crowley admits to Aziraphale for the first time that they are "Temporarily not on different sides". It's also this part of the scene where we find out, surprisingly, that Job's children are unrepentant little shits, and Jemimah realizes that Crowley is actually, technically, a demon.

And now, after a brief break of two striped shenanigans, we return to three stripes Bildad in the basement, where he manages to tempt Aziraphale into admitting that heaven's morals are a little wacky, and into tasting food for the first time.

But this scene starts with Satan's great wind (LOL wow, a fart joke in between all the morality? Good Omens would never...), where Crowley curiously remarks "Hmm, they've started early". All of the cryptic & meta commentary dialogue is clearly happening inside the scenes where Crowley is wearing three headbands. Given that the three headbands portions of the story make little sense on their own, we could conclude that Job is a story retold three times, each consecutive time adding layers of context to the story, and quite literally, onto Bildad's head.

part 1 of this nonsense : The Kiss

next part : Heaven’s files.

This is going to have to be a multi-part series, but hey, almost no one is posting season 2 metas anymore so the people have to get their crack from somewhere. With thanks to everyone over in our @ineffable-detective-agency as usual.

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

First Date: Chaggie

Chaggie Week of Firsts - Day 2

-On the hotel back patio-

Razzle: (dressed in an extra spiffy sequined suit with a little top hat and holding a sign saying "I just met you, and this is crazy. But I really like you, so date maybe?") Baaaap!

Dazzle: (also dressed to the nines in sequins with a flower wreath snapped around his neck and a silver platter of chocolates balancing on his head, his super long tongue trying to sneak up and steal a chocolate) Baaaaap!

Charlie: Okay, she'll be here any second now. I'm just going to ask Vaggie out on a date. Nothing too serious. Just... if she says no, then I've basically outed myself and told her I like her. Like like-like her. Then I have to deal with her possibly wanting to leave because she doesn't like girls and is uncomfortable to even be around me!

Razzle: (looking sad) Baaap?

Dazzle: (eyes catch something in the yard, and he excitedly elbows Razzle) Baap! Baap!

Razzle: Baap? (Sees where Dazzle is pointing and grins) Baap!!!

Charlie: (taking a deep breath and not noticing Razzla and Dazzle tiptoe away) Okay, okay, okay, holy shit... I can do this. I'm the Princess of Hell! I can do whatever I want! (Deflates a little) OooOooOOoh!!! Who am I kidding? I'm a wreck! (Sighs) At least I have you guys with me.

-Silence-

Charlie: (face falls) Razzle? Dazzle?

SPLISH!!! SPLASH!!! SQUISH!!!

Charlie: (turns around in horror as she sees the sign, flowers, and chocolate platter scattered across the patio) BOYS!!!!

Razzle & Dazzle: (splashing and rolling around in a mud puddle) Baaap! BaaAAaap!!!

Vaggie: (slightly nervous as she steps onto the patio) Hey, Charlie. You wanted to talk to me?

Charlie: Vaggie?! H-Hi!!! Uh, just a sec! (Turns to the demon goats as her horns grow) Razzle! Dazzle! Get out of the mud right now!!! I swear to my dad, that had better just be mud!!!!

Vaggie: Pfft! (Tries to hide her laugh as she looks at the mess on the patio. Her eye catches the sign and she blushes) Uh, Charlie?

Charlie: (horns disappear as she turns back sheepishly) Yes, Vaggie?!

Vaggie: (smiles warmly) Do you need help reining the boys in? Maybe some assistance getting them a bath?

Charlie: (glances out of the corner of her eye)

Razzle: (blows bubbles in the mud pit through his nose)

Dazzle: (rolling somersaults with bleats of joy)

Charlie: (defeated) Yes, please....

Vaggie: (gives Charlie a quick peck on the cheek) It's a date. (Turns to Razzle and Dazzle and squares her shoulders) Alright, you two tin can connisours! Get out of the mud before I have to dive in after ya! Don't think I won't!

Razzle & Dazzle: (stop what they're doing briefly, exchange glances, and blow raspberries)

Vaggie: Oh! That is it! (Launches herself off the patio)

Charlie: (hearts in her eyes as she touches the spot on her cheek that Vaggie kissed)

[pedriache]

i see u write for majority of barca and i was wondering if u could write one for raphinha? where reader cant always make it to his games obviously but she always watches and supports and so when he comes home shes just showering him in kisses and praise because he scored 3 goals (based off when he got his hat trick) 🥰

Starry eyes — Raphinha.

Pairing: Raphinha x Fem!Reader

Summary: Although you couldn’t make it to the game against Real Valladolid, you still found a way to watch it. Your boyfriend, Raphinha managed to score a hat trick and you couldn’t wait for him to get home to show just how proud you were.

Word count: 364

Disclaimer/s: fluff , established relationship!

A/N: i know who my goat is!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i wrote this while like loopy and tired so it’s sooo iffy sorry.. lmk if there’s any mistakes .. and guys feel free to req for anyone on the team like i feel i don’t write for many and i’d love to!

The soft clicking noise of the door shutting had your ears perked and eyes widening. You’d been waiting hours for your boyfriend to get home, and here he finally was. Sprinting around the doorway, you catch sight of him.

He dropped his bag on the ground and took off his shoes before his eyes finally trailed up from the ground to find you standing a few feet away.

Raphinha wore a lazy smile, his eye’s creasing on the sides when he caught his first look at you. “Hey—“ He’s cut off instantly by the weight of your body on his.

With your arm’s wrapping around him tightly, you grin, “congratulations!” Your lips pressing dozens of kiss across his face, cutting the word into short fragments. “You did so good!”

The man laughs, letting your affections sink in before you finally pull away. “Thank you.” He hums, leaning down to capture your lips in his.

“Hattrick? Hello, that’s insane.” You mumble against his lips, barely containing how much pride and joy you felt. “I mean seriously a hat trick is—“

“Please stop talking.” Raphinha chuckles, effectively shutting you up so he could kiss your lips once more, taking the time to show his gratitude.

His arms pull you impossibly closer, lips leaving yours a he burrows his face into your neck. “But seriously, you did so good today. Like, amazing in fact. I’m so proud of you!” You sigh, “I wish I could have been there. Work is so annoying.”

“I know, but it’s okay.” He smiles, face coming into your line of sight once again. “And am I smelling something off or is our house burning down?”

Your eyes widen ever so slightly, “oh... Okay, I was making dinner, but it might be burning.”

Raphinha tilts his head to the side, a loopy grin on his face. “Well… go look?” Oh. Right. Standing on your tip toes, you place a final kiss to his lips, then another, then another. “Hey, hey.” He warns, “gooo.” With a groan, you disconnect from him and make your way toward the kitchen.

“This isn’t over!” You yell over your shoulder, catching one final glimpse of your boyfriends smile.

DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby !

[satureja13]

After dinner, the Boys walked over to the Campeggio 'Fattoria di Lama' (= Camsite 'Old Llama Farm'). The nights at Tartosa are still warm and they look forward to their stay here.

Jack noticed that Sai looked worriedly over to the Castle, where they are supposed to meet Ms Coombes and athena tomorrow afternoon. And where they'll have to discuss the loan for their school fees... Jack: "Hey, let's leave the worries for Tomorrow Afternoon Saiwa, hm? It's been a while since we've been here. Let's not taint it with our problems." Saiwa sighed. Jack is right. He shouldn't dim their mood after such a great day, now that they are all happy together again. Uhhh - maybe he can cuddle with Jeb later in their tent! Sai quickened his pace.

The Boys, the Little Goats and Skully gathered by the fire. Jack started the Tartosa Playlist and Skully sang along. But quietly, to not wake the Little Goats and Kumo, who already fell asleep.

Jack was hungry - again - and started to roast some Veggie Dogs. Vlad never tasted roasted marshmallows before, since he only learned he can eat real food January this year, so Ji Ho shyly showed him how to do it. They are still far from not being awkward around each other. And it doesn't make it easier they can feel through the Bond how the other feels. None of them wants the other to feel pressured and they want to take it slow. Now, they can finally be together, they want the whole package. Getting to know each other, date... They kissed and woohoed already many times before, but it will all be new for Ji Ho, now that he has his feelings back. And new for Vlad, now that Ji Ho is finally able to love him.

After Jack munched his third Veggie Dog, Jack and Kiyoshi stood up. Jeb: "Are you going to sleep already?" Jack: "No, since we only have one bathroom here and it's late, my good mate Kiyoshi and I are going to start with showering and brushing teeth so we all get ready before bedtime. It's quicker when we go together and share the bath." Jeb: "Ah, I see." Sai didn't really listen because he was so excited to spend the night with Jeb <3 And poor Ji Ho burned his mouth, the marshmallow was too hot...

Then it dawned on Sai: "What? You are showering together? I told you we are not going to go down that road again!" Jack: "Tch. What a dirty mind you have. We are mates, Sai, just mates."

Sai calmed down eventually. If Jack and Kiyoshi can take a shower together, Jeb and him can do that all the more!

Meanwhile, in the bathroom. Jack tried to comb through his hair with his fingers and his hand soon became sandy and sticky. He turned and looked in the mirror to catch a view on the back of his head and he saw his tangled strands. Jack: "Gods - how am I supposed to get all that sand and kelp out of my hair?!"

Kiyoshi: "Don't worry, I'm going to give you a hand." And then he pulled Jack into the steaming shower. Jack: "Aouwww, you're a true mate!"

Kiyoshi tried to entangle Jack's strands and remove the sticky kelp. Jack howled: "Ouch! Go easy on me!" Kiyoshi drew back: "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm going to use more produce... I'll be careful."

The open bathroom is right next to the fireplace and the others heard a bottle click open and a squeeze. And then Kiyoshi slicking his hands... Kiyoshi: "Come closer and bend down a bit - then it's easier." Jack: "Like so?" Kiyoshi: "Ah, yes. Exactly like so."

Sai: "Do we really want to allow this - eh... mateship of them? What if Jack goes crazy again? I'll never forget the night he had that nightmare and I will never forget when we had to fear for his life when he fell in that coma when he was about to kill Kiyoshi."

Vlad remembered just too well. Jack is his best friend and he doesn't want him to get hurt again. But he also remembered how Kiyoshi was by his side when he watched over Jack - lying in that pod to keep him alive. And how afraid Kiyoshi was to lose Jack. Jeb pulled them out of their gloomy thoughts: "Kiyoshi won't let Jack get hurt again. He learned his part. And Jack prospered, a lot. They are honest to each other now and care for each other." Our little, naive Ji Ho: "They are mates, just mates."

Jack moaned as Kiyoshi scrubbed his scalp: "Mmmmh - your hands are magic, Kiyoshi..." A little later. Kiyoshi: "Gods, Jack, you have sand everywhere!" Jack squealed and laughed: "That tickles!"

Finally they finished! Jack looked at Kiyoshi in the mirror and he liked what he saw. He couldn't help to admire Kiyoshi. How beautiful he was. You can totally do that as mates. There's nothing wrong with it. Jack: "I'm glad it's you." Kiyoshi: "Are you happy?" Jack: "So happy. You?" Kiyoshi: "Same."

After Jack and Kiyoshi returned to the fireplace, Vlad went alone to the shower and then Ji Ho. No need to rush things. They are going to take their time and slowly approximate to each other. And cherish each and every moment. In their own pace. Sai whereas can't wait to finally lose his virginity! He wiggled on his chair, now it's Jeb and his turn to hit the shower. Jeb: "I let you go first. It's an important day tomorrow." Saiwa blinked: "Eh, thank you..." Sai stood up like in trance and shuffled to the shower. Jeb does not want to shower with him... That reminds him of last year when they were in the same situation right here at the campsite! Argh. Nothing changed!

And when Sai returned, Jeb went to the bathroom. Vlad was still sitting by the fire. They didn't talk and sat quiet for a while. Vlad and Sai share a deep friendship that needs no words and they can sit in silence comfortably. Sai was just planning how he was going to seduce Jeb later in their tent when Vlad called: "Night, Jeb! Take good care of Ji Ho!" Jeb: "Night, you two! Will do!"

What was that? Jeb taking care of Ji Ho? Sai: "Are you not going to share a tent with Ji Ho?" Vlad: "Gods, no. It's too early. When I lie next to him I can't help myself and think about how beautiful he is and how much I want him." Sai: "And?" Vlad: "The Bond, Sai. He can feel what I feel. Not what I think, of course. But he would feel my arousal, for example. I don't want to frighten him off. We're just at the beginning. And we're going home tomorrow. Means, Ji Ho and I are going to need our strength to teleport the TukTuk and it's going to drain us. And he will get travelsick again. I don't want to stress him further." Sure, Sai knows all that about their Bond - but he never thought about how exhausting this must be, and embarrassing ö.Ö' And then it clicked. If Jeb shares a tent with Ji Ho - Jeb is not going to share a tent with him! Argh! It's even worse than last year!

And Skully sang:

'Noi, senza dignità, oltre la montagna scopriamo l'amore. Qui, qui senza falsità, noi ci amiamo come la mente non sa. Noi, senza dignità, oltre la montagna scopriamo l'amore. Qui, qui senza falsità, noi ci amiamo come la.

'Without dignity, we find love beyond the mountains. Here, here without falsehood we love each other in a manner not known by the mind.'

Una Notte Speziale - Alice

Until Sai screamed at him to finally shut up...

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[bunbeeplays]

Jaden and Gemma are going to Chestnut Ridge today with the Esposito girls! Jaden gets some playtime in with Lulu so she doesn't feel sad that she has to stay home with Wren while their cousin Jace watches them.

Ophelia looks up from her acai bowl when she hears Xander laugh at something on his phone.

Ophelia: What's so funny?

Xander: Oh, nothing. Tavi sent me this funny meme about nectar acidity.

Ophelia: Oh.

She grumbles something else under her breath, but it's too obscene for me to share here.

She thought only Thorne called Octavia "Tavi". Ophelia doesn't have the jealous trait, but maybe someone should tell HER that.

Luckily, Xander isn't completely oblivious.

Xander laughs.

Xander: Ophelia Marie Lemon, are you JEALOUS?

Ophelia: No, Alexander Amir Pappas Lemon, I am NOT. You and *TaAaVi* can go laugh at nectar acidity and make out and get married all you want, I don't care.

She's being silly, and she knows it, but she can't help it.

Xander's happy to reassure her.

Xander: Hey, Octavia and I have had fun working together, but you know you're always going to be my one and only, Lemon Cake. Trust me, she's as obsessed with Thorne as I am with you. You've got nothing to worry about.

Ophelia sighs.

Ophelia: Sorry, I'm just being silly. I know you'd never cheat on me.

Xander: Of course not. If I did, I wouldn't downgrade from a 5-star celebrity to a 3-star celebrity. I'm waiting for EA to patch in a 6-star rank and then I'll consider it.

This goober.

Ophelia: You're mean.

Xander: I love you too.

They share a kiss before Xander has to leave, right in time for the kids to come down and eat breakfast.

Gemma resists the urge to gag. Kissing is so gross! You'll never catch Gemma kissing some hairy boy when she's a grown-up.

The Esposito ranch house isn't nearly as extravagant as their penthouse, but it's nice to take a break from the hustle and bustle of the big city sometimes. It also gave Juan less reasons he couldn't buy Claudia a horse.

Paisley and the twins are spending spring break there.

Ophelia: Thank you so much for having us for the day.

Paisley: We're happy to have you! The girls love hanging out with your kids. Claudia is a little… particular about who she's friends with, and Marina doesn't really gel with kids at their private school.

Paisley: Now that Claudia has the horse, it's a good excuse to get them out in the fresh air. They even like helping the ranch hand take care of things around here.

Ophelia: Think you'd ever move out to the country officially?

Paisley: Ha! Juan would never.

The kids, meanwhile, are hanging out near the stable with Claudia's horse, Dahlia. Jaden isn't as interested in horses as his sister, that'd be quite the feat, but he does have to admit, this horse is really beautiful.

Dahlia is more concerned with her ball than these kids.

Gemma: Dahlia's so pretty, Claudia.

Claudia: I know. Papi let me pick her out myself.

Gemma: You're so lucky. Can I pet her?

Claudia: Sure! She likes apples, if you wanna feed her.

Gemma gently approaches the horse.

Gemma: Hi, girl. Whoa, look at you.

She timidly touches Dahlia's snout, and when she doesn't get a negative reaction, she continues to pet the horse. What a majestic creature. Gemma could do this all day, but Claudia will have none of that.

Claudia: Okay, Dahlia needs to get her exercise, gotta take her out for a ride.

Marina: Wow, Clauds gave you ten whole seconds with her! New record!

Claudia: Be quiet, Marina.

She got in trouble with Paisley the last time she said shut up, so she's at least improving on that.

Claudia: I'll show you guys how it's done.

Marina: Claudia's obsessed with horses. Papi said he bought her Dahlia so she'd quit bugging him about it.

Whoa, good technique. Maybe Gemma should try it!

Claudia definitely DOESN'T struggle to mount Dahlia because she is a horse EXPERT, thank you very much.

Gemma: Think I'll get a turn?

Marina: She's hardly given ME a turn, and we share everything. I tried to ride our goat Tilda but Paisley said she doesn't like that.

Claudia's still pretty new to horse riding, so she and Dahlia slowly trot around while Gemma and Jaden chat with Marina. She's definitely the more fun Esposito twin, but Claudia isn't concerned with being fun, she's concerned with being the best!

When Claudia is out of earshot, Marina tells the two about the time Claudia dismounted her horse and fell face first into a pile of manure! It was so gross!

Well, guess being a horse owner wasn't all sunshine and rainbows.

[berrypass-de-murdler]

2 - 50 Killer at the Convocation

S E A S O N F I N A L E

...I'm the only person on tumblr who can't boop and it makes me sosad

I compLETELY forgot to say happy halloween and now it's too late WHOOPS

But I've got another scary murdler for y'all

Tiny Taupe was one of the first book2 characters I designed, and also one of my favorites because HELP

Poor thing was born without a head or arms and can only communicate through tap-dancing morse code. His life is miserable! Even Logico can't help but take pity on the creature... wait how does it hear and see- (I NEVER draw muscular characters but I don't think the drawing ended up too bad?? in my opinion-)

which murdler do you find the scariest in design? I think Dr. Crimson, Sister Lapis, and Philosopher Bone are up there

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

They are at the convocation. Logico is to give a speech, then finally reveal the Special Secret. He is shaking with nerves. Irratino puts a hand on his shoulder.

IRRATINO: Shh. Hey. You’re okay! LOGICO: Oh… all right…

And they step into the gigantic building. Poor Logico! He’s so small, and the scale isn’t helping his anxiety. 

WHITE: Deductive. You’re late. LOGICO: There… was an accident on the way here. WHITE: I don’t care the excuse, cupcake, I want to hear your speech.

Logico is even more scared when he looks at who else is at the table - there, in the flesh, is the Major Red! 

Logico is so terrified, but can’t look away. The soldier is every bit as terrifying as the legends described - he looks like he was hand-designed to kill. And yet, Logico can’t help but notice his face twitch with uncertainty.

AMARANTH: Deductive Logico!

He gives the little guy a kiss on the cheek, who is less than pleased. Gico makes a pouty expression.

AMARANTH: Do not be so worried, mon ami. You will be fantastic. I believe in you!

Logico sighs, and steps up to the rostrum. Irratino gives a big goofy thumbs-up. The smol detective takes a deep breath, and begins his speech.

LOGICO: Countries, of the- OH!! Are you kidding me?! WHITE: NEXT LOGICO: NO, there’s another MURDER.

Yep, there sure is - the supposed ‘head of the Convocation’ is lyin’ on the cold hard ground!

IRRATINO: At least you’ll have more time to prepare your speech? LOGICO: Please… not now. 

The presentation is delayed as everyone stares at Logico trying to find the (probably meaningless) answer.

AMARANTH: As ze Président, I brought an exclusive pin. LOGICO: …now you’re starting with the quips? AMARANTH: But I look adorable while doing so, non?~ 💕

Logico officially hates this man.

WHITE: By decree of the Old Drakonians- RED: By the revolution-

SERIOUSLY? Fucking MAJOR RED? But he doesn’t say that out loud, for fear of his life.

Irratino gets a call from High Alchemist Raven.

RAVEN: My concoctions have turned a particular shade, revealing a major clue. IRRATINO: What was the shade?? RAVEN: Red, doi. IRRATINO: Oh! It’s Red! … Logico, it’s Red!

Logico is gone. 

IRRATINO: LOGICO! LOGICO YOU GOTTA COME BACK QUICK, I SOLVED THE MURDER AND YOU GOTTA DO YOUR SPEECH!

Irratino discovers that Logico has not ‘gone’ to the bathroom. There is a blood stain where he was standing. Irratino’s face goes pale. And he just stares…

IRRATINO: He’s fine. Everything I believe is true.

Amaranth approaches him.

AMARANTH: Sir?... IRRATINO: It’s not even his blood. Look! It’s not even his blood. He’s fine.

Red slowly exits his seat. Irratino lunges for him! White has to hold him back.

IRRATINO: WHAT DID YOU DO?! WHAT DID YOU DO?! RED: I was… I was… IRRATINO: I’LL GET YOU! WHEN I GET YOU… YOU’LL BE SORRY!! LET GO! 

And the happy-go-lucky man continues to lose his mind. Is Logico okay? Is he alive? Is this his sick, sick way of finally getting revenge?

The end!

I AM OFFICIALLY HALFWAY THROUGH BOOK 2

let's celebrate with uh

OH YEAH

I FINALLY GET TO MAKE MAJOR RED'S OFFICIAL ARTWORK!!!

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[george228732]

"…Tinker…?" He said on the other side of the door of his bedroom. "Come in!" Vibrato entered his room, with the moonlight gleaming on his room's window.

"Hey! How did ya do today at work?" The bluebird asked "…It could be better, I won't lie to you, composing songs for the glee of communities is harder than you think… Especially when after some time, you can barely see where are you going…" The goat said in a tired tone. "…I guess that magic on your books is not helping." "It is sadly ancient magic, coming from an era where knowledge like that was scarce." "Tch! I am sure that with MY knowledge, I'll be able to make you better visual aids for your little eyes!" ''Hopefully…"

Tinkercian was more than able to see that Vibrato was deeply tired, and for someone like him, who could blame him?

''Tomorrow's the festival, right?'' ''Indeed, the New Day Festival comes tomorrow, with all the people, food, and especially, the music. I'll crash after all of that is over.'' ''Weeeeeell, you don't need to do it alone! I am here, and the other two are surely gonna help too, when they are not dealing with Galacta's kids or Hyness' command back at the Pardus Clan.'' ''I am not sure if you are actually capable of helping me with the music.'' ''What?! You taught me how to play the drums and flute, and I rock with them! Hyness knows how to play the piano, and thanks to you, Gala always ends up blasting the song you composed for him on his guitar when no one is looking! We could manage.'' ''…Thanks for supporting me, Tink.'' ''No problem, music goat!''

Vibrato faintly smiled as he yawned seconds later.

''That's… my call to go to my room, good night.'' ''You sure? You can stay here with me if you prefer! I know you like this room." "…I wouldn't want to bother you.'' ''Ye are not bothering anybody! So if you really wanna, you can rest riiiight beside me.'' ''…Are you sure?'' ''Absolutely!'' ''…''

Vibrato came closer to Tinkercian's bed as he tried to get some space for himself, to not make things too awkward for him. This was the first time in a while that he did something like this, but deep down, they liked this much affection, and more so if it came from Tinker.

''…There.'' ''See? It isn't that bad! Now, you should rest, tomorrow is a long day, and me and the others will support you in what you need!'' ''…Thank you, Tink…''

Vibrato closed his eyes and quickly fell into a slumber - tomorrow was going to be a busy day for sure. By pure instinct though, his head quickly ended up right above Tinkercian's chest just to find a cozy place to set his head on.

''…Love ya, music goat.'' Tinkercian said as he kissed Vibrato's forehead, and quickly enough, he succumbed into a deep sleep too.

[snek-eyes]

Hello! I'm the anon who sent the two meta messages, I love your take on the matter and I'd love to hear what you have to say about the second message with Azi vs Sitis.

I think Crowley doesn't treat people any different than he treats Azi, but I think the difference is once he knows the angel can be trusted he lets himself get attached to him. Crowley is linely and human lives are fleeting so being attached only causes hurt but with Aziraphale, someone who's immortal and part of his "species" he lets himself get attached and I think that's the difference 🤔

Hey there Anon, welcome back! I definitely want to follow that up, so let's go!

the cool, rather uncaring demeanour Crowley has with Sitis is the same he first has with Aziraphale when he “kills” the goats and when he tells him he longs to destroy Job’s blameless children. Until he realizes Aziraphale isn’t on Heaven’s side with this.

The reason why I say that Crowley's cool attitude with Sitis and Job is different from how he acts with Aziraphale is for two reasons:

First of all his overall attitude with the humans, he's sort of pitying them. They're seeing this side of God for the first time; Crowley may not be all that gentle about trying to open their eyes, but he's not as in-your-face about it; it's not actually his goal here. With Aziraphale, Crowley's comments feel more pointed. The last time they saw each other was at the flood, and Crowley's still not happy about that.

(gifs by me)

More to the point I'm about to make, how Crowley acts with Aziraphale is all in direct response to what Aziraphale has just said about Crowley in each scene. Job and Sitis don't emotionally unsettle Crowley, he isn't reacting to that. With Aziraphale, Crowley is specifically trying to get under the angel's skin... Because Aziraphale got under his.

Crowley's goal in the scene with Sitis and Job starts and ends as getting them to tell him where the kids are so he can get the job done.

Crowley's goal in the scenes with Aziraphale becomes provoking Aziraphale.

I'm going to lay out the scenes with some color coding under the cut.

I'll explain what the colors mean afterwards. Lifted from flameraven's transcripts, with slight edits.

AZIRAPHALE: Stay your hand, Demon! Despised tool of Satan, in the name of Almighty God! Avaunt! Oh… It's you! Dear me. Haven't seen you since… the flood?

CRAWLEY: Ah, yeah. Mm-hmm.

AZIRAPHALE: Well, sorry about this.

CRAWLEY: No, of course.

AZIRAPHALE: [sighs] Oh God. Where was I?

CRAWLEY: "Avaunt".

AZIRAPHALE: Yes, yes. Avaunt, foul demon! In the name of the Almighty, I command thee, BEGONE!

CRAWLEY: No.

AZIRAPHALE: No?

CRAWLEY: No, thank you? See, I have a permit.

AZIRAPHALE: A permit? From whom?

CRAWLEY: From God.

AZIRAPHALE: Oh… You see, it's not that I mind jokes.

CRAWLEY: Oh no, no, no, no, no. No, no jokes. These goats belong to Job, right?

AZIRAPHALE: Yes, Job. Who is, I might add, a particular favorite of God, so…

CRAWLEY: [unrolls a comically long scroll] Shall I summarize? Satan and his diabolical ministers [waves and smiles] may destroy everything Job owns, no questions asked. Hugs and kisses, God.

AZIRAPHALE: No! This can't be real! Job is a… good and… righteous man. I mean, he really is an absolute poppet.

CRAWLEY: Well, I am a demon. Maybe I'm lying. Tell you what, let's find out. [blasts all the goats with fireballs] Seems legit to me!

__________

AZIRAPHALE: Crawley... You don't have to destroy Job's children.

CRAWLEY: Last time we met you seemed pretty confident I couldn't destroy Job's goats.

AZIRAPHALE: Yes, I was wrong. Technically you can, but--

CRAWLEY: Oh, then technically I will.

AZIRAPHALE: But you don't have to! That's the point. Surely the great thing about being a demon is you can do whatever you want.

CRAWLEY: Mm, you sound jealous, angel.

AZIRAPHALE: Certainly not. I get to do what God wants.

CRAWLEY: Like killing innocent children to win a bet with Satan?

AZIRAPHALE: I… I don't think… that is what God wants.

CRAWLEY: Well…

AZIRAPHALE: And I don't think you want it either.

CRAWLEY: What do you know about what I want?

AZIRAPHALE: I know you.

CRAWLEY: You do not know me.

AZIRAPHALE: I know the angel you were.

CRAWLEY: The angel you knew is not me.

AZIRAPHALE: Then… Then you tell me that you want to do this. You look me in the eye and tell me.

CRAWLEY: [takes off glasses] I want to. I long to destroy the blameless children of blameless Job, just as I destroyed his blameless goats.

AZIRAPHALE: Then God forgive you.

CRAWLEY: [watches the angel walk away]

__________

AZIRAPHALE: I bring a WARNING! Satan has sent a demon to destroy you! Tonight!

ENNON: Don't be silly. He wouldn't dare.

CRAWLEY: I'm sorry, Satan? Satan wouldn't dare?

...

JEMIMAH: [to Crawley] You're a funny looking angel.

CRAWLEY: Aren't I just? [winks]

JEMIMAH: Are you a demon?

CRAWLEY: Oh, she's good.

AZIRAPHALE: Ah… Yes. He is, in fact, technically a demon...

CRAWLEY: Spot on! [in an over-the-top demonic monster voice] Sent here to destroy you all! Ready? [sets the room on fire]

AZIRAPHALE: But… you said you wouldn't!

CRAWLEY: I'm a demon! I lied!

KEZIAH: Can't you save us?

AZIRAPHALE: I'm afraid not. He has a permit, you see. But… be not afraid. You're perfectly safe.

CRAWLEY: [throws more fire] Are you sure, Angel?

AZIRAPHALE: Yes. Quite sure.

_____

You've probably caught on by now, but here are the colors:

Red: Aziraphale's "demons are evil tools of Satan's will" rhetoric

Green: Aziraphale's disconnect that Crowley is somehow Good anyway

Blue: Aziraphale's "God is right and just" rhetoric

Pink: Crowley's "I'm an evil demon" schtick

Purple: Crowley's reminders of God's actions

Orange: Actual Crowley. Not really on Hell's side, definitely not on Heaven's. (And, actually rather lonely, and would, deep down, like it if someone actually knew him.)

The angel is acting friendly and supposedly putting a lot of trust in Crowley, but Crowley doesn't trust it. Notice all the "technically"s.

The pattern becomes most obvious by the third time. Crowley puts on his big show as a direct response to Aziraphale's own:

and cuts him off with it right after he tries to "technically" him out of being a demon again.

So Crowley pulls out all the stops. No technicalities about it angel, no pretending. You're going to look me in the eye this time and acknowledge that I'm a demon. What will you do then?

Remember this is (as far as we've seen) the second time that Crowley's called him "angel." It's not the nickname it'll become yet; he's goading him with the title, putting a separation between them by not calling him Aziraphale like he did at the flood. It's as much a reminder as it was with "You sound jealous, angel." You, an angel, are really going to trust a demon?

But Aziraphale looks him in the eye at his demonic worst, and doesn't flinch. Maybe the angel's not ready to be on Crowley's side against God, but here in the moment it counts, Aziraphale will put his trust in this demon.

And Crowley accepts that. Accepts Aziraphale where he is.

I just connected the dots on this conclusion as I got here (which is part of what makes writing meta so fun to me). But: I believe for Crowley, these three flashbacks are about getting Aziraphale to accept the shades of grey between their respective "sides." And this moment is the first time Aziraphale does so decisively.

[sterekbros]

@sterekweekly prompt family, @sterekbingo square taking care of a child, @warmandfluffybingocards square kiss on the hand, @domaystic day 23 small couch.

Green Eggs & Ham by Winchesterek

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Eli Hale (Teen Wolf), Original Hale-Stilinski Child(ren) Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Alpha Derek Hale, Omega Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale is a Softie, Married Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski are Eli Hale's Parents, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Stiles Stilinski is a Nice Thing, Fluff, Family Fluff, Kid Fic, Family Feels

It had been about a week since Stiles had been home with his family, having spent that time at the Omega post-birthing center. His second time around had been just as good as the first time, getting care after baby Ava was born, but he’d missed his family terribly.

Stiles was glad to be back home, able to be with his children every moment of the day now. He smiled down at baby Ava in his arms, carefully rocking her and tucking her against his chest as she nursed. He hummed his mother’s favorite song to her, the tunes of Hey Jude filling the brief silence of their house.

He walked out of the nursery and headed into the living room where Elijah was sitting on the couch with Derek, tucked against his mate’s side as they read a book together. Elijah was learning how to read so fast and Stiles was so proud of him.

But there were only so many times that Stiles could read Green Eggs and Ham. On top of that, Elijah had wanted him and Derek to start cooking him Green Eggs and Ham. Eggs and ham colored with green food coloring was the least appetizing thing Stiles had seen in the last few months.

“Say! I like green eggs and ham! I do! I like them, Sam-I-Am! And I would eat them with a goat… and I will eat them in the rain!” came Derek’s voice excitedly from the couch as he enunciated each word.

It made Stiles smile and he tried his best not to laugh because it was the most adorable thing ever and he knew sometimes Derek was self-conscious about things like that. It had taken him a long time to be comfortable doing silly things with Elijah and even to be playful with Stiles when they’d first started dating.

Stiles moved over to the couch and carefully sat down with them, curling his legs under him as Ava continued to suckle and he smoothed a hand over her head, holding her close

“And I will eat them here and there. Say! I will eat them anywhere! I do so like green eggs and ham! Thank you, thank you, Sam I am!”

Elijah cheered as Derek finished the book and looked at the pictures. Derek chuckled and kissed Elijah on his head, his arm wrapped around their son as he hugged him close.

“So, that’s the end!” Derek said, closing the book and setting it aside on the end table.

Elijah looked up at Derek with those big eyes that were the same kaleidoscope of colors as Derek’s, but today they looked green. “You have to make me green eggs and ham now, Dad!”

Stiles did his best not to make a face as he thought about the green eggs and ham and Ava gave a tiny sound of protest as he squeezed her a little too tight.

“Sorry, baby,” he told her softly. She seemed to forgive him as she focused on nursing again.

“Green eggs and ham again?” Derek asked playfully and gave a heavy sigh in show.

“Yes!” Elijah said excitedly and jumped off the couch. Derek laughed and smiled at Stiles. “You want anything while I make our son something that looks like it came out of a swamp?”

“Well, if we’re having breakfast, I think I could go for a waffle… or waffles.” Stiles looked down at Ava and she’d fallen asleep, so he eased her back and wrapped her in her blanket again. “I could also go for some non-green eggs.”

“Your wish is my command,” Derek replied, taking Stiles’ hand and kissing the back of it. “I’ll be right back. I better go catch Elijah before he manages to get the eggs out of the fridge and breaks them all.”

Derek sounded amused more than anything else as he smoothed a hand over Ava and stood up, leaning over to give Stiles a kiss on the lips, and then hurried into the kitchen.

Stiles listened to them chattering about the book, Elijah talking up a storm about green eggs and ham.

Stiles looked down at Ava as she slept curled against his chest, running a finger across her soft cheek, her little hands gripping at his chest. “Love you, baby girl. You and your brother and your father. More than anything in the world.”

This was his family and they were perfect.

[kaisarionwrites]

yea so i fufilled a friends fantasy with this, sorry if its not in a crazy accurate character, its the thought that counts...

listen to the song i picked while you read if you want

kiss the go-goat by ghost

Hey, Baby, Kiss the Goat

Whoa, kiss, kiss, kiss the Go-Goat

They say fleeting eye contact is something that only happens in movies, to fated lovers meant to meet in every universe. 

They never told David Strider that sometimes fleeting eye contact happens between two ‘totally straight’ childhood best friends who spend every moment together. Except right now.

Shades on, even when he's inside and it's the middle of the night. Yet every time those stupid blue eyes dared to look at his face, he just stopped thinking. Stupid college parties. Stupid friends. Stupid alcohol. Life was stupid, this was stupid, he should have never come here. Dave Strider knows better.

You've been playing around the magic that is black

But all the powerful magical mysteries never gave a single thing back

“Can I get two shots of whiskey? Straight.” 

A 10$ bill slipped across the plastic makeshift table. Music drowned out any attempt at small talk, he tilted his head back as the warmth spread down his throat and into his chest. Maybe if he couldn’t think he wouldn’t think about John.

You've been daddied by all the dudes that were not dad

And all those dads never gave you the things that you should've had

“Whoa, dude. Sorry.”

A taller figure bumped into him, and shaded eyes looked up to see the passing glance of sharp edged frames. With how loud the environment was, he heard the apology crystal clear. 

“I-”

Thump. Thumping. Fuck. His heart made itself known in his chest, and he grabbed his shirt with his hand. He pushed past the brother-lookalike. He needed air. Fuck. He weaved through the people, not even bothering with apologies, just swimming for some sort of space. 

Not his brother. Just Dirk.

Fucking figures. He comes to a party practically by himself, with a crowd he doesn't run with, without John. Well, John IS here. That's the kicker. That's the big fuck you in his face. John is here and isnt with him. That’s the salt in the wound. The big finale of tonight. John Egbert is here and isnt with him. Because who would want to hang around Dave Strider when Dave Strider can't even be himself.

It ain't always what it seems when you cling onto a dream

It ain't always there to please you (please you)

- turntechGodhead [TG] started pestering tentacleTherapist [TT] at 03:21-

TG: rose

TG: i had another fucking dream about him. I feel like such an asshole dude theres no way hes into me why would he be into me

TG: oh my god i cant fucking breathe

TG: rose i think im in love with him and i dont know what the fuck to do

TG: im 19 for fucks sake why am i still into this fucking nerd from when i was 13

TT: David.

TT. I don't think there has ever been a time in my life of knowing you where you weren't into him.

TT: You have always been into him. You just never wanted to admit it.

TG: fuck off

- turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering tentacleTherapist [TT] at 03:25-

But he's the guy you wanna do and you know that it takes two

“Dave?”

.  .  .

“Dude are you okay? What are you doing here by yourself?”

A door shut in the distance of his brain. John Egbert. In the flesh. Actually speaking to him for the first time tonight and where is it? The fucking family bathroom. The only place that has enough space for Dave to sprawl onto the floor without anyone else having to see the mess that he was. Except for John. because of course.

“God, dude.” 

A thump. Not his heart this time. A body. John. Sitting next to him. Body warmth.  A real person Dave could physically touch and be near. 

“Dude.” A croak. A lame imitation of a person who was okay. “I feel like shit.” Dave admitted with a chuckle that shook his whole body like a sob. He might’ve well have been crying. Why did this feel so foreign? Their entire lives, they've spent moments like these together. The quiets before the storms. Why was this different?

“You look like shit, Dave. I was getting worried when I saw you stumble in here a while ago.” 

A warm hand on his shoulder. Dave didn’t move. He didn’t want to scare off the physical touch he craved so deeply. “How uhh.. How long have I been in ‘ere?” 

“Oh you know. 15 minutes or so?”

The hand shifted its grip. It tentatively bordered the intimate placement of his neck, fingertips playing with the hem of Dave’s shirt. Nails brushed against the tan skin of the man on the floor, and its like the world outside didn’t fucking matter.

“Dude.” Dave reached up, grip slipping on his shades before he pushed them off his face. Blue eyes. Fuckin electic blue eyes.

“Have I ever mentioned how fuckin’ intoxicating your eyes are to look at?” 

Luckily he wants to do you too

The hand was cold. Fingers bony and thin and lanky yet they were also the same hands that belonged to the boy that he loved so much. That same boy, the dork that would yap about his favorite movie and Dave would pretend to not care but then go watch it by himself later, his lips were on Dave, and Dave was too drunk to care that he kissed back without a thought. Hands cupped John’s face, fumbling the glasses off to bring their faces closer, noses pressed against each other, breathing each other's air, existing in each other's space. One back on a dirty bathroom floor, one pair of legs straddling the other, a shirt slightly pushed up from the commotion, another awkward bump of their noses, and life couldn’t be more perfect.

[fillinforlater]

Hey, I just recently started posting my stories to Tumblr, and I was curious how you find stories (I've seen your Monday of Appreciation posts). I'm just wondering because it seems more difficult to gain traction on this site compared to some of the other ones (easily getting 100s of reads in a short time after updates), but I am probably just doing something wrong. Anonymous ask because I don't want to seem like I'm trying to advertise without permission!

Hm, lemme gather some advice for what I believe is somewhat the meta on how to get into MoA, along with bonus advice for our Tumblr-writing-bubble in general.

MoA-Advice:

1. I try to widen my scope of idols I read about, but I won't lie: IZ*ONE, IVE, as well as other idols I really like are a lot more likely to land on MoA. Basically: write them and you have a bigger chance.

2. Appereance is key. Put interesting information about the fic right at the top, below the title (like e.g. I do) or maybe below the pic/gif. Also: USE PICS, but y'all probably know that. It really helps to kickstart the imagination, even idol X might wear sth different.

You don't have to put in every detail at the start like I do, but hints about length, tags, kinks, other interesting trivia are crucial for me to continue reading.

3. Grammar and spelling don't have to perfect, and your style does not have to be exquisite or utterly brilliant like some of the legend on here, but:

Show variety, use different structures for your sentences and unique words. Repetition can make a fic jarring to read.

Tumblr-Bubble-Advice:

1. If your goal is to be succesful, you should try to get a feel for what is Meta in terms of length, idol and kinks.

Length above 5k and below 10k is in my observation what a lot of readers like. It's not too long to take too much time (to fap or whatever filthy things you naughty ppl are doing), but at the same time it's more than just a scene without substance (meaning there is more than dull, blunt sex, probably).

Meta-Idols... are hard to define. Popular groups should always work, but there is still a difference between Mina/Tzuyu and Jihyo/Jeongyeon, so even in a GOAT gg like Twice you should go for more popular members (if success is your only goal). Other than that, Karina, Yuna, Ahn Yujin are always popular; young, big boobs/butts, idols with mature/sexy concepts in their group (LSFM, (G)I-DLE) are often well received.

Daddy-Kink has been overused, but it never fails soooooo feel free to use that. Any kind of dynamic with power (dom!idols sub!reader as well) can definitely work, really depends on the idol though. Rough, hard sex for "sluts" (confident, sexy idols) and cuddles and kisses for cute idols...

2. This one is obvious: DON'T STEAL WORK/IDEAS! Someone will find them and it's also lame af

3. Ignore everything I said as it is only an observation and subject to change because everything does with time. Write what you want, how you want, when you want. Have fun, otherwise it's not worth it.

(We don't get money on here btw, at least not from notes)

(Also: don't write ua idols. Use your brain.)

[tobiasdrake]

A hopeless confrontation with a hopeless demon.

Quarble, he's too fast. I've tried to dodge and weave and watch for openings but he nails me every time. No matter what I do, it's like he's right there, waiting for me to do it. I can't get away from him.

"Look, man. This is just a job. I'm not your therapist. Figure it out or don't."

You really don't have any ideas? You don't know anything or... have any suggestions I can use here?

How am I supposed to beat this guy, Quarble? Eleven times. He's gutted me eleven times. Yeah, okay, lesson learned about underestimating people, but I've been trying really hard. Was I wrong to think I could actually do this?

Maybe he was right. Maybe I'm at my limit. Maybe... this is where my journey ends.

"...push... through...."

Did you say something, Quarble?

"Yeah, I said 'If I don't get any Time Shards soon I'm bailing. Have fun getting dissected again.'

No, there was something... like a flicker....

"Hallucinations may be an occasional side effect of being gruesomely butchered, revived, and butchered again repeatedly in a short time period. I say 'may be' because most people give up and accept the sweet embrace of death well before it ever gets to this point."

"It's a mistake to rely on speed alone; It's too easy to push through. I figured that out early in our training. Zale learned it shortly after."

We go through.

I've been letting this job get in my head. Trying to be more cautious. Trying to be mindful. But the answer was right there in the fable. I need to stop running.

Luana spent her whole life sparring with a Blade Dancer. It's a style eerily similar to Brugaves's new demon style. To the point that it almost seems like a cruel joke for Aephorul to forge him this way.

Nobody knew better than her how to counter that style. And she wrote it down. You don't run away from a Blade Dancer. You go through.

If he's too fast for you, then he may just as easily be too fast for himself. All you have to do is stand your ground and let him strike himself upon your weapon.

I've been getting in my own head. Worrying about stupid things like safety and protecting myself. When I should have been asking the obvious question from the start.

What would Luana do?

Hey! Goat-licker. Imagine selling out the people who love you so you can be the Acolytes' gofer. I can't even be vindictive about it 'cause having to live like this is punishment enough.

Sure, you used to have respect, admiration, kids looking up to you with stars in their eyes, and a dedicated life-partner who'd do anything for you. But you're right, kissing the foot of a four-headed butt-chugger every morning is just as fucking good, isn't it?

You're a coward and a fool, Barma'thazel. You were barely any good as a Solstice Warrior. And now you're a bottom-feeding parasite living in a hellhole, clinging desperately to the one gift his master graced him with.

The goddess forgot about you long ago. She's over you. And I'm done running from you. Because I'm better than you.

It's called crippling overspecialization, ass-weevil. You'd think a general of an armed forces would be able to grasp a concept as basic as that. But I guess you're just too slow.

Hold up. Do you mean that in the figurative sense? Like, we are all pieces in a larger game that cares nothing for winners and losers, and so in the grand scheme of things we are all doo--

NOPE LITERAL SENSE VERY LITERAL SENSE GODDAMMIT

SHIT SHIT SHIT FUCK FUCK SHIT FUCK

WHY

WHY CAN'T I EVER JUST WIN SOMETHING

I LOOKED SO COOL BACK THERE

MY HAT WAS SET TO MAXIMUM AWESOME

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

YEEEEEEEEEES Holy shit, thank you prophesized Lifesaver. Wentworth, you are a sight for sore eyes.

...wait, what?

...

Errors have been made. You know, I thought you looked a little small to be the colossal dragon that Luana wrote about but I just figured she'd embellished.

In any case, THANK YOU DRAGON BESTIE WOO FUCKING HOO

Let's blow this shithole and go home!

*deep breath*

In your name.