#BUT I THINK ITS JUST BADLY PHRASED MAKING FUN OF HIM

[lesbiankoby]

i don’t like the dmc anime director if he’s worked on what i think he’s worked on (he’s the castlevania guy right…?) but im like… 99% sure he’s just joking about vergil?

[judeswhore]

u and jude not being able to stand each other but still hooking up on the dl bc no matter how annoying the other is, u can’t deny that the sex is amazing. but one thing that u promised yourself is that you’d never boost his ego bc u already think he’s cocky enough, so u always try to refrain from letting him know how good he makes u feel cuz it’ll go to his head🫢

so one time u guys are going at it and you are literally going dumb from how good it is and he can tell that ur liking it so he’s being all annoying and teasing you. and eventually when ur close to the most intense orgasm of ur life to pull out and he’s like why and u don’t wanna admit the real reason so ur like “cuz i said so” and he knows why ur asking him to so he’s winding u up until eventually u blurt out that it’s cuz ur about to squirt. so after you guys have finished, he is being the biggest pain in the ass and ur annoyed bc there is nothing u can say or do to even convince him that the sex was mid

the two of u have just never gotten along despite having been in the same friend group for so many years and everyone has just accepted that the two of u have this weird hatred towards the other and love bickering and arguing over literally everything so they barely even bat an eyelash anymore. but despite always arguing and saying how much u hate each other the tension and attraction has always been obvious until it got to a point u couldn’t deny it anymore and after a few drinks one night u ended up sleeping together and after that it just became routine. but u still maintain the fact u dislike each other and it kinda makes the sex hotter bc you’ll both constantly tease the other abt “thought u hated me? why’re u begging for it then” and for some reason it just makes everything a lot more intense and even a little more fun?

but u hate letting jude know that he’s the best person you’ve ever slept with and that he makes u feel so good so ur always acting so nonchalant afterwards, leaving straight away and acting like it’s no big deal and like the sex was mediocre. or you’ll slip in a comment abt how “ur effort was poor this time it was kinda disappointing” even tho ur lying through ur teeth. then one night after you’ve spent a little while apart ur making up for that lost time and hes already made u cum a handful of times on his fingers and tongue so ur completely fucked out and so overly sensitive. he’s got u spread out on his bed, up on his knees a little between ur legs so he can watch the way ur whole body shakes and he’s got one hand pressed against ur lower tummy to apply pressure while he rubs his thumb over ur clit and he’s teasing u so much abt how ur crying and the mess you’ve made and “babe, c’mon ur squeezing the life outta my cock what happened to still hating me?” and ur just whining a little, nails biting into his forearm in retaliation. but the way he’s fucking u and the angle and his hand on u has ur pleasure at its peak and u recognise that it feels different than usual and u know ur abt to squirt and u really don’t want to give him that satisfaction bc you’d previously told him he’d never be able to get u to. so ur gasping a little and telling him to pull out, trying to push his palm away from ur tummy to ease up on the pressure but he’s just cocking his head a little and asking why w this shit eating grin bc he knows ur body better than u do and he can tell this orgasm is gna be a lot stronger than ur others.

he’s just leaning down over u, pace never faltering while he’s all “stop being stubborn and give it to me. let go, baby” and in between he’s mumbling little things to wind u up abt how he knows he’s fucking u good and that there’s no way u hate him as much as u say when ur creaming all over his cock and those little mocking phrases paired w the way he’s fucking u has u tumbling over the edge and u end up squirting a little and he’s just so cocky and full of himself over it, continuing to wind up up over how badly he effects u. and then afterwards ur going through the usual routine of acting like it wasn’t the best sex of ur life while getting ready to leave but ofc he’s having none of that and he’s just teasing u abt the mess u made and how u ruined his sheets and that u got so loud he’s sure the neighbours heard and u just know he’s never gna let it go

[partoftheband04]

Making the bed

Summary: You've been in your head for quite some time about yours and Matty's relationship. Your thoughts finally surface as everything comes crumbling down around you.

Warnings: swearing, some angst (happy ending tho), mentions of alcohol.

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You’re in the club again.

That seemed to be all you, Matty and your friends ever did for fun recently. You say ‘friends’, but really, they’re just his. Your friends by association, but you know that if anything were to ever go wrong between you and him that they would always choose his side.

Phrasing it like that sounds childish, you always berated yourself for even thinking that the grown adults around you would ever think like that, another sign of the age difference between you and the rest of them. Sure, you were old enough, it wasn’t anything big enough to cause a commotion (especially with his celebrity), but it always made you feel like such an outsider.

They spend most of their times laughing about inside jokes that you weren’t there soon enough to be a part of, you’re not old enough to understand, not cool enough to get the reference. And it’s endearing. Especially to him. They all tease you as you try to chuckle along with them and desperately claw at the context of their stories for explanations. 

That’s the main thing you always felt was missing. An explanation.

You didn’t understand why Matty, or even his friends for that matter, could possibly want you around. You seemingly had nothing in common except your careers in the music industry. Sure, nights in bed with him made everything feel right. So close that you didn’t need anything in common because you might as well have been the same person. 

When you were alone it wasn’t so bad. He would ask about your life, your job, your feelings and he clearly did care. He would sometimes take you on trips away where it was just the two of you for a weekend in some romantic country, granted it was usually as an apology for some small error he had made within your relationship: another onstage kiss, too many missed phone calls, leaked paparazzi photos.

But the issue with Matty was he was barely ever alone. Constantly surrounded by people, namely his bandmates, and it was just never the same. It’s not as if he treated you badly when you were around others, he couldn’t have been nicer to you in truth, but something was always off, and you couldn’t quite place it. It felt like you always came second to everyone else that he associated himself with.

So now you were back in another club and things just couldn’t get any worse. You were completely out of your depth as Matty and the band celebrated their latest sold-out show with copious amounts of people that you had never even heard of. He didn’t bother to introduce you to them, didn’t even take your hand as he approached every individual person separately, he just left you stranded at the bar. 

Which is perhaps the reason why you’d been sat there alone drinking your sorrows away all night instead of trying to start a conversation with someone. You never started conversations; that was Matty’s thing.

Nursing your vodka red bull in one hand as you hopelessly scrolled social media with your phone in the other, you felt a firm hand on your shoulder.

“You okay?” George asks, although its abundantly clear that you are not.

“Yeah, of course”, you stutter. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

He looks at you quizzically, as if he can’t understand why you wouldn’t let him help you, wouldn’t let him be someone that you can talk to. 

George had always been kind to you, the whole band had but he had taken a special liking to you and usually tried to include you in conversation more than the others.

“You know you can talk to me, right? We are friends after all.”

You scoff under your breath at this, not intending for him to hear it but he does anyway.

“What? You don’t think we’re friends?” He sounds genuinely hurt.

You look up from your glass at this, slightly shocked that the thought of the two of you not being friends would be something that upsets him. “You’re not my friend George. You’re Matty’s. You’re just forced to spend time with me by association.” You say all of it matter of factly, as if there’s no room for argument or any other possibilities.

Now it’s his turn to look shocked. “That’s what you actually think?”

As you stare back into your glass in favour of a reply, George’s face shifts to one of concern, worried that you’ve been thinking this the whole time you and Matty have been together. Your quietness starts to make more sense, as does the many times you’ve chosen to stay home rather than go out with them, and George feels truly awful that he’s let it go on for as long as it has.

Just as he’s about to speak, Matty’s boisterous laughter somehow manages to echo through the entire club and both you and George turn to stare. He’s clearly in his element, everyone around him is laughing along to his jokes, most of them people you usually hang out with on your rare nights out, and yet only George has even thought to come and check on you. 

Reality hits you like a bus as you mumble an apology to George and rush to the outside smoking air, desperate for a cigarette, and yet as you reach into your pocket you realise that even the cigarettes are his. 

You had everything you wanted: a loving boyfriend, a thriving career, a huge circle of friends. You finally had it all and yet none of it was truly yours.

You think that thought is the final breaking point, the last sign that you needed to call it quits on your relationship. 

The door quietly opens behind you and despite the many people in the club, you already know that it’s Matty.

“What’s wrong?” he asks bluntly, simply.

You don’t say anything, just muffle your sobs behind the back of your hand and as much as you try to push the thought away, you feel like a child getting consoled by their teacher. 

All you can do is shake your head, trying to convey that you’re fine without speaking, not trusting your voice to stay strong. He clearly doesn’t buy it though, placing a hand on your shaking thigh as a form of comfort.

“George told me what you said,” he states, once again getting straight to the point.

You sight, knowing it was coming because the two of them share everything, but you were really hoping you weren’t going to have to have this conversation tonight.

“I’m just drunk Matty, I didn’t know what I was saying,” you try to deter the conversation, blaming your words on your inebriation.

He just laughs at that. “You may be younger than me, but I know you can hold your drink just fine. What you said has nothing to do with how much you’ve drank.”

You visibly cringe at another mention of your age but attempt to brush it off. He knows you too well, he knows when you’re lying and when you’re hiding something from him, but you’d kept this going for so long that you’d thought it wouldn’t get to this point.

“I just feel like an outsider Matty,” you finally voice your thoughts to him after all these months. “Every single time we go anywhere I feel like you should be with anyone else.”

His hand of your thing squeezes a bit firmer, and he looks directly into your eyes as he tells you, “I don’t want anyone else.”

You shake your head in denial, not knowing what else to say because he just isn’t understanding, he’s never had to feel the way you feel.

“No,” he states. “You’re doing this to yourself. You’re getting it in your head that we don’t want you around, that I don’t want you around, but you know that couldn’t be more wrong. I love you. So, so much, and you’re pushing all the people that care about you away. You’re pushing me away.”

The emotions finally begin to take over his face and you think that you can detect fear, he’s scared of you leaving.

“Matty…” you draw sadly, breaths coming out shaky.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed. I see how quiet you get around everyone and I know it’s not because you don’t like them because you always look happy when you first see them but as time goes on you just crawl into yourself and stop letting people in. I can physically see when you start to have those doubting thoughts and it kills me because I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”

“You’re not doing anything wrong Matty!” your voice has started to raise, along with his, as you struggle to communicate how you feel.

“Bullshit! If I’m not doing anything wrong, then how the fuck am I supposed to fix it?”

“You can’t fix it Matty,” you say, and he cuts you off quickly before you can continue.

“Don’t say that” he tells you, standing up and pointing at you. “Don’t say that because I don’t like where it’s going.”

“I don’t like who I am anymore Matty,” you mutter. “I don’t recognise myself, and it’s nothing you’ve done. I- I can’t explain it, I don’t even understand it myself but-“

He sits back down, grabbing onto both of your arms, not aggressively, almost trying to shake some sense into you.

“Look, why don’t we just go home, and we can talk about it there, okay?”

“But your party-“

“I don’t give a fuck about a sold-out show when you’re about to break up with me. I’ll call us a taxi.” 

Before you know it, he’s walking you both through the club towards the exit but George stops you just as you’re about to leave.

“I don’t know what you two just spoke about, but whatever happens, me and the boys are all here for you, okay? Not just Matty, you too.”

You don’t know how to respond to that as Matty is still trying to pull you from the club, all you can do is smile and nod with watery eyes as you continue to get dragged through the sea of people.

The taxi ride back to Matty’s house is silent, he stares out the window, but he never once lets up his grip on your leg. You know he’s angry that you’ve held all of this in for so long without giving him chance to change anything but he’s still trying to provide you with the comfort that you need.

You truly do love him; your life just feels so out of control that everything is spiralling into something that you never imagined it would be.

“I love you,” he tells you as soon as you’re both in the house and the door is shut behind you. He says it with such conviction and yet you can’t help but feel that he doesn’t mean it.

You know that’s not true though. Deep down you know he loves you; he’s been saying it for so long now how could he not, but your mind seems to be determined to sabotage every good thing in your life right now for no reason whatsoever. 

“I know,” you say truthfully, after some deliberation. “I love you too, I really do Matty-“

“Then why are you ruining it? Why are you trying so hard to get out of something that you know is good?”

All you can do is laugh quietly under your breath, not at what he’s said, but at yourself. You know he’s right, and as you sink into the sofa with your head in your hands quietly sobbing, you start to realise what is happening.

You’re self-destructing again, that much is clear, but you just don’t know how to stop it.

He sits down beside you, a hand gently rubbing your back to soothe you as you cry.

“Hey, it’s okay.” He speaks. “We can take some time, figure out where all of this has come from. I know you say I can’t fix it, but if you’ve really been feeling this way for so long then there’s definitely things that I can change.”

You hate how emotionally mature he has become since you started dating, another thing that makes you feel younger, however you can’t help but feel grateful for that maturity in this moment, knowing that it may have very well saved your relationship.

“I’m sorry,” you gasp through tears, truly feeling awful for what you’ve put him through tonight. “I ruined your celebrations for the show and-“

“I really don’t care about the show when you’re sat here crying on my sofa. Contrary to what your mind may have been telling you recently, you’re my top priority. Always.”

He leaves a kiss on your head as you curl up closer to his chest, desperate for the attention that you had felt was somewhat lacking over the last few weeks.

He carries you up to bed, both of you knowing that it’s no good to have this conversation when youre both still drunk and emotionally drained. He makes the bed for you as he lays you down, pulling the sheets over your body as he climbs in next to you, pulling your body closer to his until your head is resting on his chest.

In the warmth of the bedsheets, you can’t help but feel immense relief that you had listened to him, but also that he had listened to your concerns, and you were both going to try harder. You really did have everything you wanted, and it was everything you imagined, you just had to stop pushing him away.

[604to647]

Carnival Fright Night

3.2K / Modern AU Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Summary: Din takes you on a date to the carnival where you don't have as much fun in the Haunted House as he does, but he makes it up to you in the parking lot 😊.

Warnings: 18+ content (MDNI please), fluff with smut, established relationship, no implied age gap, public sex (car), fingering, unprotected piv sex, light degradation (use of slut/whore; affectionate), little praise kink, little daddy kink (just as a pet name, really), dirty talk (so much 🤷🏻‍♀️), lots of pet names (baby, bunny, pretty girl, pretty bird, etc.).

A/N: My first writing post! Eek! This is one of those one-shots that I mentioned in the previous post that can be read on its own, but can be slotted into the timeline/AU of the main Boxer!Din x reader fic that will one day, hopefully come to fruition 😊 (update: Series Masterlist). This my first time everything: writing for Din, writing smut, writing - so please be gentle but also I hope it's enjoyable! I don't have much practice with warnings and tags other than what I've seen as a reader (like, do I mention that Din and reader have a dog?), so any advice on making things more inclusive or informative is welcome! Thank you for reading!

“Let’s do the haunted house, pretty bird,” Din says excitedly, pulling you towards the spookily decorated mansion in the middle of the carnival festivities.  You’re hesitant – you don’t really like scary things and while you know that part of the fun is the adrenaline rush that comes with being scared, you don’t really want any kind of rush badly enough to voluntarily be scared over and over.  But Din looks like a big kid full of excitement and you can tell he’s looking forward to being your “big protector” in the house; so you hold on tightly to his arm and give him a small encouraging smile, not really sure if it’s more for him or yourself.  How bad can it be?  Just a few zombies and witches popping out from behind doors, right?

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You want to cry.  It’s been jump scare after jump scare for the last 15 minutes; and it wasn’t fantastical Halloween characters, it was ax murders and creepy horror ghouls and some of them CHASED YOU! Din had you tucked under his arm, but as much as you tried burying your face into his side the whole time, you couldn’t really walk through the house with your eyes closed.  Not knowing what was around every corner had you on high stress alert the whole time and now that you’re finally out of the house, the come down from that state of anxiety is turning into distress rather than relief.

“We made it out, baby!”, beams Din – he clearly had a great time and thinks you’ve just been scared a little bit, for which he is ready to dispense some reassuring hugs.  You look up at him and trying not to let any tears fill your eyes, give him a little nod; then dropping his hand, you walk over to a nearby bench to calm yourself down.  You don’t want to ruin his fun and you’re already chastising yourself for being such a scaredy cat.

Din comes over and sits beside you, gently putting his arm around your shoulders and pulling you in so your head rests in your favourite nook underneath his jaw. “You didn’t have a good time did you, pretty bird?” He phrases it more like a quiet statement than a question.

You look up at him, ashamed, tears finally falling, “No, not really.  I’m sorry!! I don’t really like being scared.. or scary stuff.” You drop your head back down and snuggle deeper into his chest, crying softly. “I’m sorry I ruined your fun,” you mumble into his shirt.  With one sweeping motion, Din hooks the arm he has around you down past your waist and under your knees, gently hauling you up and into his lap.  His kisses your head, “You don’t have anything to be sorry for.  I’m sorry you got scared, bunny.”  That pet name snaps you out of your little self pity party, and you feel a familiar momentary pang of desire before you look up at him bemused, “You… only call me that during sex.” He grins down at you, “Trying to distract you.  Is it working?” You can’t lie, “Yes, a little.”

You wrap both arms around his neck and pull yourself up to his lips.  Din kisses you eagerly, and you can’t help but feel all the stress melt away as you open your mouth to his. You break this kiss only when you feel like things might be getting a bit too heated for the middle of a carnival and snuggle back into your Din nook; he hugs you tight, and laughing softly he asks, “Now that you’re feeling a little better, should we get you something to eat?”  You perk up at this and smile, nodding. Hopping off Din’s lap, you take his hand, pulling him towards a corn dog stand you saw earlier with Din chuckling behind you the whole way.

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After a few snack stops, Din suggests some carnival games under the guise that the dog could use a few new stuffies.  You watch your boyfriend throw some baseballs at a tower of milk cans and can’t help but admire his broad shoulders and how his shirtsleeves tighten over his biceps as he cocks his arm back.  You smile to yourself thinking about how strong and safe those arms feel around you, and suddenly you have a flash of those arms flexing that same way when Din’s holding you by the waist while you bounce on him…like a bunny.  Ahhhhhh… it seems like his little pet name from earlier and the feelings it evoked hadn’t quite melted away the same way your Haunted House anguish had.   A wave of arousal washes over you as you watch your boyfriend knock over the cans and call to you, “Baby, do you think the dog would want a big teddy bear or a big dragon to tear apart?” You walk over to him with a smile, “Definitely a dragon.”  To this, the stall vendor hands you a purple dragon and you both thank him.  As Din turns away to check out another game he takes your hand, but when he feels that you’re not moving, he turns back with a quizzical look.  You step right into his space, cup his face with your both hands and look him directly in the eyes, “Din, can you please take me back to the car?”

“Sure, pretty bird, you want to go home?”

You shake your head shyly. Bracing your hands on his shoulders to push up on your toes, you lean in close to his ear and whisper, “No, I don’t want to go home… I want to be your bunny.”  Lowering yourself back down, you look up at him with an innocent smile. Din is smiling right back down at you, “Whatever my bunny wants.”

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When you get to the car, Din opens the back seat door for you and takes a quick look around to make sure no one is watching before climbing in after you. He closes the door behind him, “Alright, show me what you got, bunny.”

You climb over his lap and straddle him, fluffing out the skirt of your dress from underneath you before sitting down, pressing your core directly onto Din.  With both hands you start carding his hair the way he likes, and Din closes his eyes as you plant soft kisses on his lips, slowly moving up his jaw line to his ear.  As you lightly nip on his earlobe, you gently grind yourself down on him, earning you a low groan from the back of Din’s throat.  Slowly, slowly your mouth makes its way back along his jaw and over to his other ear.  This time, you moan softly into his ear when you give him a little thrust.

“Bunny, don’t tease.”

You face him again and press your lips gently to his, saying between soft kisses, “I” “don’t” “think” “I” “ever” “made” “any” “such” “promise”.  You punctuate the end of your sentence by gently biting his lower lip and licking your tongue into his mouth when it opens.  You smile as you deepen the kiss; you can tell Din is close to breaking and taking control, and that’s exactly what you want. You’re so wet now from the kissing and the friction of sitting right on top of his growing bulge, you’re sure Din can feel your soaking panties through his jeans; it shouldn’t be long now before he snaps.

The next time you lift your hips, Din grabs your waist and pushes you back down rough; the action has you letting out a loud squeal of surprise which quick dissolves into moans as he holds you in place and starts kissing your neck hard.  You tip you head back to give him more access, all while still running your hands through his hair and gently grabbing at the curls near the base of his neck.

He growls into your neck right below your ear, “Is this what you wanted, bunny? For me to take control and take what I want?”

“Yes, baby, take what’s yours,” you gasp as Din’s hands leave your waist and move up to grope your breasts.  His mouth has started to trail down your throat and you close your eyes as your breaths become ragged.  You feel Din gently tug down the sleeves of your dress so that the fabric falls away from your chest; he use his finger to pull one of the cups of your bra down, revealing your nipple which he takes in his mouth.  He sucks and nips at your peak while you grind down harder on his clothed, hard cock. Din moves to give your other breast the same attention, and while he pulls at your nipple lightly with his teeth, he murmurs, “What’s mine, bunny?”

You can barely get out words, “Everything, daddy.”  Din brings his hands up to roll your other nipple in between his fingers while he comes off your breast with a pop, “I’m going to need you to use your words and be more specific, bunny.”

“Thes..th…”

Din doesn’t give you the reprieve you need to focus; if anything, he increases the pressure of his tongue on your nipple and your feel his hips start to thrust up to meet your downward motions, “Is my slutty bunny lost for words? Come on, pretty girl – tell me what’s mine so I can take it.”

“My...mm...mouth.”

Din groans as he kisses you hard on your lips, tongue diving deep and finding yours.  He hums against your open mouth, “What else, bunny?”

It’s getting hard to think, “…neck.”

One of Din’s hands leaves your breasts and moves up your chest, gently wrapping itself around the bottom of your throat.  You give a light gasp and when he slides his grip slightly to one side of your neck, you sigh and lean into it, giving him permission to suck and lick the other side.

Now your hands are the ones doing the roaming; running over his back, across the expanse of his broad shoulders, then gripping his thick upper arm muscles and pulling him closer, “Din…please.”

Din chuckles, “Please what, pretty bunny?  Where do you need me, baby?  Do you want me right here?” He moves both his hands down to your breasts again, “Fuck. Love these pretty tits of yours, bunny.” He gropes them roughly while keeping his mouth on your neck, growling when he starts to lightly pull on your peaks.  You cry out in pleasure, and start grinding on Din with a more vigour.

“Oh, was that it, bunny?  Just playing with your pretty tits has you moaning and bouncing like a whore on my lap – mmmmmmhmmm. This is all you need then?” Din smiles into your neck while taking in all your filthy noises.

“Y-yes…I mean, n-no, no, daddy,” you practically whimper, desperate for his touch where you need it most. “I need you to touch me, please… touch my pussy, please, Din. Please. Please.”

Din snakes a hand down between your bodies, fingers finding and running over where your underwear covers your dripping cunt.  You moan shamelessly at the relief that the slight pressure provides. 

“My needy bunny begs so pretty. And already so wet...mmmm.  Oh. Soaking. Is this all for me, sweetheart?”

“Yes, yes – ooohhhh, yes, y-yes. All for you, daddy,” you sigh as you bounce to grind against his fingers, finding a pleasurable rhythm that matches his light strokes.  He continues to alternate circling your clit and stroking your needy hole over your panties, “Wanna be inside this pretty pussy so bad, bunny.” You bury you head in the crook of his neck and nod mindlessly in agreement.

“Need to get your perfect cunt ready to take me, okay?  Your pussy ready, bunny? Mmm?”, he whispers hotly in your ear.  You kiss him hard, and snap your eyes open when you feel him pulling your panties to the side. You make sure he’s looking in your eyes when you say breathily, “No, daddy… it’s your pussy.  Your pussy is ready for you.”  Din hisses and without a warning, plunges two thick fingers into your core.  The stretch is delicious and you whine in ecstasy against Din’s neck.  He sets an urgent pace, reaching deep into you where only he can; making sure he doesn’t neglect your clit, he keeps just the right pressure on it with his thumb to keep your head spinning.

“That’s right, bunny – this is my pussy, it belongs to me, and I’m going to use it until my pretty slut screams and cums all over me.”

“Oh – fuck, Din, fuck…f-“

“I can feel you’re close, bunny.  Doesn't it feel good when your Big Bad Wolf takes what’s his?”

Hearing his refer to himself this way taps into some part of you you didn’t even know existed, pushing you over the edge and you cum hard on Din’s hand.  He continues fucking you through your orgasm, slowing his thrusts but never his stopping his circles on your slippery clit. “You did so good for me, bunny.”

 Your eyes close and you’re panting into Din's neck, resting your head on his shoulder, but you nod when you hear him say, “Gonna fuck you now my little bunny.”

Din slips his fingers out of your hole and you immediately want to protest the loss. “Shhhhhh… be patient, baby.  Daddy will be taking his pussy back in just a moment.”  You frantically help him unbutton his pants, and lift your hips so he can slide his pants and boxers to his knees.  You’re still hovering over his lap when he repeats himself from earlier, “Show me what you’ve got, bunny.”  Smirking, you wrap your hand around his thick, hard cock, give it a few firm strokes that has Din tilting his head back and closing his eyes with a groan. Giving him one sweet kiss on his mouth, you line Din up with your entrance and sink down slowly until he is fully sheathed in you.

“So full, daddy.”

“I know, bunny.  But you’re taking me so well, baby – just like I knew you would.  Always such a good little whore for me.”

His words leave you shivering with desire, “I’m your dirty little whore, daddy.  Just a little cumslut that needs your cock.”

“Fuck, bunny.” Din loves your dirty talk, “This pussy is squeezing me so tight.  So, so perfect.  No other pussy could ever make me feel this good.  Oh y—yes. You ready to bounce for your Big Bad Wolf, bun?”

There it was again, the new name for himself that has your cunt clamping down on his cock; you start to move, riding his dick slowly at first, then building up a smooth rhythm and giving Din an little extra mini bounce and squeeze every time he bottoms out in you fully.  Both of you are moaning without abandon, the kisses getting more urgent and sloppy.

“Use me, Din,” you beg. “Use me like your dumb bunny slut.”

Din starts fucking up into you at a punishing pace.  You can only imagine what the car must looking like from the outside, but you can’t bring yourself to care as he pulls your closer and closer to your next climax.

The noises coming out of you are obscene; your non-stop whines and chanting of his name broken only when Din’s mouth is pressed hard against yours, his tongue worshipping your tongue.

Din himself isn’t much more composed; stringing together barely formed thoughts of filth that get increasingly dirty:

“Taking me so deep, baby.  This pretty pussy is sucking me in so d-deep.  Fuck, bunny, feels so good. So good. You’re so good to me.”

“Let me hear those filthy noises, sweet girl.  Need to hear what this cock does to you.  Oh- ngh... Such pretty moans, fuck.”

“Such a good girl taking everything daddy gives you. Take it now.  Yeah take it, take it all, bunny.”

“My good girl is such a little dirty whore just for me.  No one else knows you’re such a slut, right bunny?  Only I know that you’re such a good slut. Ohh yes. All. For. Me. Mine.”

“This what you wanted, bunny?  You wanted your Big Bad Wolf to use you like the slutty bunny you are.  Fuck you until you’re dumb and screaming?  Don't stop now, sweetheart, need to hear you cum.”

“Daddy will give you what you want, bun.  Pound into you until you cum.  I know you can take it, it’s what you’re good for, pretty whore.  F-fuck, fuck.. yes taking it so well…. Uhhhhh you’re milking my cock.  I can feel you’re so close, bunny.  Come. Come for me.”

Din reaches in between you to swipe his thumb over your swollen clit, and with just one pass you’re wailing and coming from his filthy words.  He fucks you through your high, and continues to run his mouth with praise while he bounces you like a rag doll on his cock, chasing his own finish.

 “Came so good for me, bunny.  My good girl.  So good… ngh, fuck you always feel so good.”

“Love you so much, my pretty bird.  Love stuffing you full of me, and hearing all your pretty noises.  Will you make some more for me right now?  Oh yes, fuck yes, like that, baby. Always giving me what I need, love you so much.”

“Feel so good, pretty girl.  You’re so perfect. Perfect everything, perfect mouth, perfect tits, perfect pussy.  Perfect for me, all for me.  Fuck -uh, Fu- yes, all mine.”

You touch your forehead to his so he can see how blissed out you look, “All yours, Din. Only you, only for you.”  Din comes with a deep grunt, thrusting until he stills and shoots his load deep into you.  When he’s finished, you’re both still panting.  Foreheads still touching, you open your eyes to see him looking lovingly at you, almost with reverence.  He kisses you softly and you return every one of his kisses with equal affection. “Love you so much, baby,” you murmur against his mouth.

“Love you more, pretty bird.”

After taking a few minutes to calm down, Din makes a motion to let you know he’s about to move. He shifts you both, with his softening cock still inside of you, over towards the front center consol.  He reaches over with his long arms and pulls out a box of tissues from the front.  After you lift and feel him slip out of you, Din uses the tissues to clean you both before pulling up his boxers and pants and tucking himself in.  He helps you readjust your dress and watches as you smoothed out the skirt, before helping you out of the car.  After checking yourself in the side mirror to fix your hair and make sure you didn’t look too fucked out, you suggest going back to the carnival. “I think the dog might like that teddy bear as well,” you grin. 

“Anything my bunny wants.”

[el-moscorrofio-y-el-mercachifle]

I used to somewhat Betty la Fea growing, as my Colombian side of my family would watch the show a lot.

I grew to appreciate the show now that I'm older as it was very clever when it came to writing, although a bit over the top sometimes, but it's a novela.

I'm watching the sequel series, and I'm a bit lost; maybe I'm an idiot and I'm missing something, idk.

First, Daniel Valencia. I don't doubt that he would be involved in something like money laundering, but I'm not sure why he would do it. Daniel isn't stupid; he's very manipulative and calculating, and while he's not above money laundering, he'd need a decent reason to do it considering the risk. Idk, maybe I'm wrong, but I'd really like to know why he'd did it and how he went about it.

Another thing I'm curious about is Marcela and her connection with the new character, Ignacio. Why does Marcela want him to be president of Ecomoda? What is he to her?

Why is Marcela close to Mila? I mean, obviously, she likes how her being close to Mila bothers Betty, but there are moments in the show where it looks like Marcela somewhat genuinely cares about Mila. I know Marcela isn't completely heartless, and I don't think she's doing it out of love for Armando because she also wants him to pay for what happened to Daniel.

Also, I really hope Mila gets decent development because I want to like her as a character, but right now, she's hard to tolerate.

Your thoughts?

Helloooo!

Jajaja I totally relate. I used to dismiss novelas but ysblf with its great characters and fun writing definitely opened my mind to them!

You're for sure not the only one lost regarding the sequel. I am also a bit lost. I must admit I'm not liking most choices, and a part of me is kinde hate-watching and another is very curious about future writing choices.

About Daniel, I'm a bit on the fence. On one hand we know Daniel isn't much for illegal and dirty stuff-- remember how he was disgusted at Olarte's sabotage of Betty's computer. On the other hand, we also know he wasn't as great on businesses as he claimed to be. He lost everything to a growing project, never diversified his income, and worked at the government for a pretty mediocre salary, apparently. He was willing to empty his capital to bet on a barely-growing project, too. So I kind of see how he could end up involved in something shady, perhaps out of need or out of ignorance. We don't yet know very well.

Honestly, about Marcela and Ignacio, my theory is that they're related. Perhaps Daniel's son or something? Idk, I definitely don't think they are romantically or sexually involved.

Marcela's relationship with Mila is one of the biggest misteries to me. I genuinely have no idea. Like... why? How? Mila is very very close to Marce, but I don't understand how. Since when? When did Marcela return to Ecomoda to meet Mila? Was Betty ever okey with them being close? Was Armando okay with that? Why did Marcela even want to be close to Mila, the daughter of her ex and the woman he cheated on her with ??? It makes absolutely no sense to me.

I really can't stand Mila rn. The whole talking in acronyms, especially ones that no one ever uses (it would be tolerable if it were at least something like "O.M.G" or "L.O.L" but with random ass phrases that no one knows???), talking to the camera like it's a diary, and being obsessed with trends just... no. Ik they tried to make her an entitled nepo baby with family issues but it's so badly done it feels fake and like a parody of what a boomer thinks a GenZ is.

Armando, Marcela, Beata and Daniel were all entitled nepo babies with family issues and they feel like actual people, not a Rosa de Guadalupe version of what a 60 yo thinks a 20 yo is. And don't even come to say that Armando, Marce, Daniel, etc were all in their 30s and that's why they don't act like that. I'm in ny early 20s and I have never in my life met anyone who behaves like that. It's so bad and cringy.

Anyways lmao Ik I can't judge much yet and have to wait to see the final product.

Thanks for the questions!

[callmearcturus]

I find the idea of Benji having like 20 exgirlfriends, boyfriends, and personfriends; while Ethan has dated like 3 people in his entire life, to be hilarious, and now I'm going to integrate it into my headcanons for both of them.

I MEAN I tend to think that before the Prague Job, Ethan was an ethical slut, and it's implied he's having a threesome with Jack and Sarah. (I mean, I literally do not know how else to interpret that line, I have put on my Straight Person Goggles and that line does not make sense unless they are all three dating.) He's flirty and openly teases people.

Then the Prague Job goes fuckways, and Ethan's entire demeanor feels like a very sharp object that neither he nor anyone else knows how to handle. He def fucked Max in the back of that car (I feel like this is even implied by her later dialogue). But its not friendly and fun anymore, it's sharp and dangerous and almost his barricade Ethan is using for his own protection.

AND THEN THERE IS CLAIRE. Claire is trying her best to manipulate the shit out of Ethan, to keep his attention on her and her 'mourning' of Jim rather than the fact Jim is alive and both of them are toying with Ethan.

That extended sequence where Ethan and Jim are talking about "what happened in Prague" intercut with Ethan figuring out what actually happened in Prague-- there's a moment when Ethan pegs Claire as having killed some of the team, but he changes his mind and casts Jim in the role instead because... he doesn't want Claire to be part of this.

TAKE ALL THAT and marry it to the fact that Claire keeps initiating touch with Ethan, tries to get him to comfort her-- that scene with her sleeping on the floor and taking his hand to kiss it is tremendously fucked up.

(I once listened to a podcast that mentioned claire was kind of ethan's love interest and like WOW no. nope. that's not what's happening even a little.)

oh my god i'm rambling but WHAT I AM SAYING is that Ethan has immense trauma that is fueled by sexual manipulation and it honestly feels like it. Twink Ethan as an ethical slut had fun and didn't have to worry about this shit and was all about fair play. Then he has a brief stint as a bad boy that goes badly because robert towne can't write a movie. Then the next we see him he's GETTING MARRIED and leaving the game.

This post is already too long so lets continue. MI3 is fascinating because it's the one I hate the most but Julia and Ethan are tremendous, and the work put into humanizing him is amazing. He's enjoying playing as a doting husband (and 'playing' is inaccurate, he's not lying) and it actively trying to carve himself out of the IMF while multiple people (INCLUDING HIS BEST FRIEND LUTHER) undermine him.

But he still tries, and he leaves, and he's out.

And it all goes to shit. Which is this tremendous tragedy of Ethan Hunt frankly. He put in the work and-- you know the phrase "he's got skin in the game"? Well Ethan had a lot of skin in the game and he let it flay him on his way out just for a chance to actually be out.

GP Ethan is a wildly changed man, but in a way that honestly makes perfect sense to me. The trajectory of his character by design or by accident is an easily tracked arc. (I think McQuarrie gets me on this, or I get him, either or.)

After GP, there is simultaneously an emotional honesty to Ethan... but there's a physical distance. He's older, he's wiser, he's tired, and he's not dragging Benji or Ilsa into a pharmacy closet to have sex. That's not him anymore. But also, there is more raw emotion to everything he does. He feels like he's always on the back foot.

(He comes across as incredibly asexual to me honestly.)

Compared Twink Ethan flirting his way through MI1 to Fallout Ethan getting kissed by the White Widow and having ZERO reaction.

/clutches Ethan to my chest. i love this tired old man.

MEANWHILE: Benji is hot and has a hot bossy streak and has amazing fashion sense. He can get it, he just can't keep it because when Ethan has a job, so does Benji, sooooo yep. lmao.

[heliads]

hi!! can i please request a nikolai x reader where they’re childhood friends and one day (maybe they’re on the topic of marriage or something) nikolai says they should just get married, and reader thinks he’s joking because why would he ever like her like that?? i feel like he’d be sitting there with a serious face as she laughs, but then she slowly realises that it’s not a joke.

sorry this is long and probably worded badly, i’m sleep deprived </3 but i think you write nikolai so lovely

ooh this is fun!! childhood friends to lovers SLAPS

masterlist

It is well known that Ravka is doing its best at the moment. Your dear country has been at war for years and decades, if not centuries. If you aren’t fighting back the relentless creep of the Shadow Fold at your doorstep, you’re fending off foes from north and south as Fjerda and the Shu Han try to take your land. Ravka’s townspeople go hungry, its children go without heroes.

All this, and yet the second you start on your trek back home, you do so with the brightest smile on your face. You’ve been a diplomat for the Ravkan crown five years now, and returning to your homeland always feels better than anything.

This latest trip was long, too– three months away, far too long for your taste. The time away only made you hunger to wrap up your negotiations as quickly as possible. The Kerch may guard their coin fiercely, but let it be said that you could coax aid out of anyone.

That’s why you were sent over, although not without a significant amount of grumbling from the very person who gave you the order to travel. Nikolai Lantsov– that’s King Nikolai to you, although you haven’t used that title in your life– always hates to lose you. You hate to lose him, too, which is why both of you have been waiting on this day ever since you left three months ago.

You have known Nikolai for longer than you have known yourself. Your parents worked in Os Alta, orbiting around the Grand Palace, and the two of you grew up by each other’s sides. You leaned on him when you learned to walk, and he leans on you now for help in keeping his country afloat. There’s nobody in the entire nation you miss half as much as him.

Nikolai is your best friend, to put it plainly. That phrase doesn’t seem strong enough, though. Nikolai is everything to you. Losing him would kill you just as surely as a blade to the throat. You love your position, how it lets you travel the world and do actual good for Ravka, but Saints, how you miss Nikolai every time you leave.

By your side, your appointed guard lets out a dry chuckle. “Well, I’m sure our king will be delighted to see you. Do you think he’ll listen to a moment of the scheduled debrief or just rush straight to you?”

You roll your eyes, although you can’t quite meet your tormenter when you answer her. “I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

If there was ever someone to be intimidated by you, though, Zoya Nazyalensky would not fit that description. Most would argue that sending the Second Army’s best fighter out to protect a simple diplomat would be a waste of a good fighter, but Nikolai insists on sending her with you whenever you leave the country’s borders. Every time someone asks him about it, Nikolai just says that he refuses to lose such an important asset to Ravka.

Everyone knows the obvious truth, which is that he can’t stand the idea of his best friend getting hurt when he can’t keep you safe. While you’re in Os Alta, he can send a guard to stand outside your door day and night, or he can make sure you’re always with him so he knows you’re alright. Outside of Ravka, Nikolai has no such insurance, so he gives you the next best guarantee of perfect health:  Zoya Nazyalensky with a bone to pick. You have yet to be troubled.

Zoya’s status as your guard does not stop her from teasing you, something you’ve learned quite quickly. She laughs at you now, almost incredulous over your sheer obliviousness.

“I refer to the fact that Nikolai is infatuated with you, obviously. Everyone knows it.”

Your jaw drops in disbelief. “That’s so wrong. We’re friends, Zoya. He’s clingy with the people he likes, yes, but he does that with everyone.”

Zoya arches her brow. “He sent you a message at least twice every single week that you were gone. Not because he needed mission information, but because he missed you. That’s terrible.”

You grin. “When you put it that way, it sounds dreadful.”

“It is,” Zoya sniffs, “I’ve never seen him so hopeless. Do me a favor and accept his affections already, will you? I’m starting to get tired of watching the two of you dance around your feelings.”

You swat Zoya on the shoulder. “Not a chance,” you declare, “We’re friends, and that’s that. Besides, if you’re so tired of being around people who think they don’t like each other, why do you keep trying to eavesdrop on Genya and David?”

“It’s funny,” Zoya argues, “I’ve never seen Genya stumble over her words that many times. They have a chance, though. I think David might actually manage to spit out a confession by the end of the month. I can’t say the same about you and Nikolai.”

“That’s because there’s nothing to confess,” you point out, “and stop looking at me like that, will you?”

Zoya wisely says no more, but you can sense her proud grin burning into your back when you look away. 

You have no idea what Zoya is going on about. You and Nikolai have never been interested in each other, not like that. You can’t take the risk of ruining your friendship with him were either of you to fall out of love. To put it simply, the dangers far outweigh even the strongest satisfaction of finally having Nikolai in every way. 

Also, even if something like love were to work out between the two of you, it could never possibly last. Nikolai is a king, you are clearly not a queen. He’s going to go off and marry a princess or a noble or someone that can solidify Ravka’s domestic or foreign relations. Who are you to other royals?

You’re just a diplomat, and although it is the greatest fun in the world to convince yourself that this could mean something to someone like Nikolai, it never will. You can be his friend, his ally, his voice of reason, but nothing more. Never anything more. He knows this just as well as you do, which is why he would never say anything about it. Even if the impossible were to happen and Nikolai were to scorn all women in the world for you, he has too great a duty to his country to ever marry for love. It could never be, and that should not sting at you the way it does.

You’ve had thoughts like these many times before, and they always come to the same conclusion. That’s why you’re able to push them from your mind as the gates to Os Alta draw nearer, and simply bathe in the sight of the capital city after so long. It might cause you endless grief, but Saints, you love this place. You love the person who’s waiting for you inside.

Nikolai must still attend to the proper decorum expected of him by society, so he greets your entire party with solemnity upon your arrival. You can tell by the shine in his eyes when he turns to you, though, that you won’t be getting away with a mere handshake and expression of gratitude for your service to Ravka.

Indeed, the moment people start trickling away, Nikolai grabs your hand and pulls you away from the swirls of conversation. The two of you don’t dare to speak until you’re in his office and finally out of the view of everyone else.

Then and only then does Nikolai allow his guard to drop. He grins like a kid and pulls you close, the arm around your shoulders just as strong as ever.

“It’s good to see you,” he says, “I missed you terribly.”

You laugh. “I could tell. I think you kept the messengers in service from the sheer quantity of letters you sent alone.”

Nikolai gives you a look. “I expected communication. That’s a very kingly thing to do.”

You laugh. “I’m sure it is. Now, what troubles have you been suffering through all this time? I seem to recall a few long-winded descriptions of terrors such as a gala or two.”

“Not just a gala or two,” Nikolai shudders, “but several. Every nobleman within traveling distance has sent their daughters over as many times as they can.”

You feign horror. “You mean to tell me that you had to entertain guests at lavish banquets all this time? I thought I was going through it while I was trying to avoid getting killed in Kerch, but you’re right, this is so much worse.”

Nikolai aims a playful strike at your shoulder. “No need to be sarcastic, Y/N. At least you got to show off your ability to maim in full force. I have to salvage Ravka’s relations with every single lord and lady in the world. I think I’ve actually batted my eyelashes more times than my suitors.”

It’s hard to keep your somber expression in place, but you fight the urge to break as best you can. “You do have wonderful eyelashes.”

“I know,” Nikolai sighs. His eyes glint mischievously. “And they should appreciate it, too.”

“I’m sure they do,” you say soothingly.

Nikolai chuckles. “You’re so supportive. I can almost believe that you’re not laughing at me internally.”

You smile at last, unable to hold it back any longer. “With you, Nikolai. I’m laughing with you. There’s a difference.”

“I’m sure there is,” Nikolai grouses, “now, if you could put your mind towards actually helping me out instead of just finding humor in the situation, that would be even better. I’m going to have to make a decision at some point, but no matter who I pick, our allies are going to be furious.”

Although the two of you love to joke around, you can tell that Nikolai is genuinely nervous about the choice. Ravka’s foreign relations are fraught enough as is, something you can attest to given the sheer quantity of diplomatic missions you’ve undergone in the last few months. Nikolai can’t afford to cut ties with a noble or nation just because he picked the wrong girl.

You steeple your fingers together, trying to think this through. “Well, you’re going to have to be clever about it, obviously. No girl wants to believe that she’s only getting married because of a political move. We like to pretend we’re not pawns in your political games whenever possible, you know.”

Nikolai nods as he listens. “Alright, so she would have to feel useful. Better yet, she could be useful to Ravka or her native country itself. That work could continue on when she marries me.”

You make a vague sound of agreement. “Exactly. Also, she’d have to be someone liked by the other countries. If you marry a Shu Han princess, you’d better pick someone who isn’t going to anger Fjerda, or the other way around.”

“So a Ravkan would be safer?” Nikolai asks, “you know, because it wouldn’t pit two other countries against each other?”

You shrug. “Probably, but if you can get a solid tie to another nation, that would be nice. They can at least pretend not to despise us during the wedding.”

Nikolai cracks a grin. “I’m all in favor of that, trust me.”

You shudder. “I should hope so. I haven’t been wining and dining foreign leaders just for you to mess it up over a bad engagement.”

You don’t think you’ve ever seen Nikolai quite so self-satisfied. “Alright, then,” he says after a pause, “those are your only qualifications for my bride?”

You ponder the matter a moment longer. “I think so,” you decide at last. “Of course, they’d also have to make you happy.”

“I thought we all had to sacrifice our happiness for the success of Ravka,” Nikolai points out. 

You lift a shoulder. “You’ve done a lot of sacrificing as it is. If it came down to two equally good offers, I’d want you to make one that wouldn’t force you to live the rest of your life in a marriage you hated.”

Nikolai smiles, more to himself than anyone else. “Okay. Will you marry me?”

You laugh before you can stop yourself. “Sure thing. I can already hear the wedding bells.”

When he doesn’t laugh along with you, though, your easy spirits begin to die away. “No. Nik, no. You can’t be serious.”

“I am serious,” he protests, “come on now. You fit every one of the rules you made. Plus, you would make me happier than anyone else. You always have.”

You shake your head, as much to convince yourself that this is a bad idea as him. “You’re forgetting one important thing, Nikolai. I’m not a princess. Our marriage would have no political benefit, and that’s the entire point of it.”

“Not even our happiness, as you so gladly mentioned just a few moments ago?” Nikolai asks. You think he’s pleading. 

“That was happiness within the bounds of a successful marriage,” you argue, “and that wouldn’t happen with me.”

“Why not?” Nikolai queries. “You have a fair amount of foreign credit. More than you realize, I think. Do you know why I keep sending you on those damned diplomatic voyages? It’s because you have a way of convincing even the stodgiest old army general of switching to your side. Marrying you would win over some allies more than anything else.”

“It’s a good dream,” you whisper, “really, it is, but I can’t have you throwing this choice away on a friend. If you’re fine with marrying any Ravkan who’s decent at negotiations, you might as well pick someone that you could actually love.”

“What makes you think that person wouldn’t be you?” Nikolai asks. 

The room goes deathly quiet. Neither of you have dared to so much at hint at that topic before, but now that it’s a possibility—

“You’ve never mentioned anything of the sort before,” you breathe. 

“Neither have you,” Nikolai counters. At your exasperated look, he grins and relents. “But if you wish me to be more vocal about my affections, I shall. How about this:  I have loved you for years. The only person I have ever wanted to marry was you. If you present me with the chance to win your hand, I shall do so with every power invested in me. Are you certain of where my heart lies now?”

You stare at him, then begin to smile. “Yes, I think I am.”

You don’t know that you’ve ever seen Nikolai even half so happy. “Call for Genya,” he beams. “We have a wedding to plan.”

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[knoxic]

Doing a "who's most likely to" thingy but the answers are based on my DR:)

Who's most likely to-

1. Get arrested?

Hotch and Spencer. (let's be honest, they would make amazing unsubs with minds like that)

2. Act on a crush?

Rossi. (he would not hesitate. Derek claims its him but if he actually likes someone he will panic and avoid talking to them)

3. Join the army?

Hotch. (it would be like going to the gym for him yk, wouldn't feel a thing)

4. Win the lottery?

JJ. (buys them for fun and habit cuz her mom used to buy those every once in a while, except she's lucky and has won 5k as a teen and a motorcycle when she joined the BAU (she sold it))

5. Be late to an event?

Derek. (would claim its because Pen took too long to do her makeup but its actually because he does everything last minute and keeps dragging out leaving the house)

6. Lose their phone?

Garcia. (she has at least 3 phones in her bag but somehow always forgets one when we go out, once used my phone to text Derek and he thought I was confessing to him)

7. Always carry a pen?

Rossi. (has one specific pen that he wont share and it's a obligatory part of his outfit)

8. Start a fire?

Emily. (exploded our microwave heating up a coffe, Hotch made her buy a new one and she's now banished from the kitchen, only uses when one of us goes with her)

9. Go surfing?

Derek. (it's a talent, didn't know he could surf until after his 30s)

10. Cheat on a test?

Honestly everyone but Spencer... (Reid would be too scared to cheat but knows the answers anyway. I imagine if it's a work test to see if they're able to work, everyone would know which answers they're supposed to give. Hotch and Rossi have and would absolutely manipulate those exams to be able to work)

11. Cheat on a partner?

Derek. (Before Savannah, wouldn't cheat physically but got bored of his gfs really fast and would think of others while they're together. Eventually made them broke up with him so he wouldn't be the bad guy, canon)

12. Talk in their sleep?

Spencer and Emily (Spencer just rambles inaudible words but Emily is full on weird random phrases, she tries not to sleep in front of the team or else they'll tease her for it, JJ has a notebook with things Em said when they shared rooms)

13. Get a weird tattoo?

Garcia. (look me in the eye and tell me she never got a badly made tattoo before she joined the team, I dare you. Has a butterfly and some weird unidentified object/animal on her back she got while drunk, she does not remember getting it)

14. Adopt a stray dog?

Garcia and JJ. (while I think none of them would adopt any animals because of work, I do see them taking care of the stray dog to later give them to adoption yk)

15. Become bald-headed

Derek and Emily. (Derek for obvious reasons and Emily because she would totally shave her head if someone dared her)

16. Blow all their money on a impulse buy?

Garcia and Hotch. (Garcia is also a obvious one but Hotch would totally spend a tone if he saw something Jack has mentioned before, wouldn't hesitate)

17. Have a million followers on social media?

Garcia and Rossi (I would totally follow her on IG and Twitter, and Rossi because of the books, maybe he even buys followers... marketing reasons)

18. Cancel plans at the last second?

Hotch. (Already did that, has no problems cancelling plans unless it involves Jack)

19. Throw a fit during a game of monopoly?

Spencer and Derek(Already did, refuses to play again, everytime Derek makes him remember he almost cries. Derek is a sore loser)

20. Sleep anywhere anytime?

Emily. (I mentioned before that she tries to not sleep in front of the team and she really does but not always succeed, plane naps are the best for her)

21. Be the first one to die during a zombie apocalypse?

Derek. (thinks he could survive and would try to prove, would die in his 3rd zombie. I would also say Spencer but he would probably be so disgusted by the zombies that he wouldn't even go out to fight them)

22. Be the next USA president?

Hotch and Rossi. (ppl told Hotch he could but he refuses to believe, thinks politicians are dirty and thats an offence to him. Before his retirement Rossi was extremely involved with politics, after he came back and changed his mentality he thinks the same as Hotch (besties))

23. Be a stand-up comedian?

Rossi. (italian jokes, has a notebook with jokes he's heard along the way)

24. Start their own business?

Also Rossi, and Emily (Rossi would open an Italian restaurant that plays jazz all night. Emily would open a bar, totally safe for women. Free tequila shots for the ladies every now and then, calls you a uber and has ppl to accompany you if you need help, banishment rule If guys are being 🤮🤮🤮, bathrooms are safe for trans and nb ppl)

25. Be my best friend forever?

Emily. (the absolutely greatest friend you could have. made her my kids godmother)

26. Become a professional gambler?

Spencer. (do I need to explain?)

27. Have more than 10 piercings?

Garcia and Emily (both have had their ears full pierced but took it all off when they started working, Pen still used some of them when we go out)

28. Leave everything and move to another country?

Hotch. (already did... would be angry at himself if it had to happened after he joined the team)

29. Lock themselves out of the house?

Garcia. (most of the times she's too drunk to even remember where her house is, the few times she remembered she also lost her key during the front yard walk to her door, called morgan and he found her asleep on the floor)

30. Become a nun?

JJ. (grew up in a extremely religious family, wanted to be one before her sister died.)

found the questions on pinterest, just search "most likely to questions"

[canonicallysoulmates]

J2 Main Panel Minncon 2023

I put this psa in the post for the Gold panel but I know some see one post and not the other so before we get into this panel quick reminder that this con took place while the actor’s union, SAG-AFTRA, is on strike. This means the boys cannot directly talk about any past, present, or future projects. But for the sake of clarity I will be referring to projects the boys are talking about by name.

Jared says that he got chills coming out onto the stage, and Jensen goes "What?" and immediately puts his hand on Jared's forehead to check on him, it's so sweet ❤️

Jared also comments that he had a Juicy Lucy in about 3 mins. He was running behind schedule so he only had like 8 mins to get something to eat but he wanted one so badly that he was like challenge accepted. I had never heard of a Juicy Lucy before so I had to look up what it is, it's a cheese-stuffed burger so instead of there being cheese on top of the burger it's stuffed inside of the patty. I didn't know this was a Minneapolis invention so you learn something new every day.

Anyways, poor Jensen didn't know Jared's burger had cheese inside so he ordered a chicken club sandwich instead and then was like 'this sucks' when he realized it, also, someone screamed Texas but Jared initially thinks they said Jensen and he says he likes both Texas and Jensen.

When the boys were asking fans if this was their first con furries come up in the conversation so Jared asks Jensen what his furry costume would be and he replies squirrel very quickly. He asks Jared what his would be and Jared replies bear cause no one messes with a bear then he says he rather be a normal happy bear like Paddington.

Jensen mentions that he and Jared were having a conversation earlier where he asked Jared if he had to choose to be trapped in a room with an alligator, a lion, a silverback gorilla, or a bear to put them in order from the least to no thank you. Jared's ranking went: Alligator because even though they were around 200 million years before the T-rex you can fight them, or as he phrased it you can "give it a big ole bear hug". Then the silverback because they're not carnivores and when they display aggression it's to scare someone away so if the gorilla displayed aggression he would just move to the corner of the room showing he's not a threat. He surprised himself by his third choice by picking bear cause he feels like with a bear there's a possibility that you can hug. And then lions are an absolute no.

Getting into the questions, what's it like coming out to the crowd? Do they get nervous?

For Jared, they've probably done like 200 of these but he just got chills going on the stage. He has sat in the fan seats, not for an SPN con but he loves fandom, he's part of the SPN fandom, and it's really cool. It's so special, and he and Jensen have had many conversations about how neat it is that they're a part of something that has inspired friendships and relationships, and people are traveling and hanging out and getting to see new cities, and they're getting to see new cities. And it was 105 degrees in Texas so he's really happy to be at the con instead but it's really special.

Jensen says there's always a little moment. There's a little ramp in the back and just before they walk up on stage and Billy starts his guitar solo he and Jared fist bump and let's do a show because that's what they do, they wanna put on a show and make this a fun time. So it's still very exciting and it's a thrill to go there and share in the energy, it's a wild exchange of energy that they get to experience both there and here and he feels it's something that will never lose its luster. x

If they could be a creature or a monster, what would they choose to be, and why?

Jared immediately answers shapeshifter, and that he would shapeshift into Jensen and do some naughty shit on camera. No comment 😏

Jensen isn't sure what to answer and asks the fan what they would be and they say Jared's answer is the right one, shapeshifter, so then he says shapeshifter and Jared says it's like he's copying off a test 😂

Jensen asks him if he used to copy when he was a kid, Jared replies that he's sure he did but probably not much he was a nerd but he does believe people copied off of him. x

What is the worst gift they've ever received and they had to lie about liking it?

Jensen jokingly replies everything his kids draw him.

Jared answers that one time he was given an animal which was very sweet but he was very young, he was like 19, and it was a cat. He loves cats, he prefers dogs, but he loves cats but he thinks the person who gave him the gift kind of assumed he was more responsible than he was, and when he was told how much work it was to care for them he was like this sucks. He tries to joke that luckily the cat got run over but no the cat lived a big life which I certainly hope is true. But, in his opinion, any gift that gives somebody too much responsibility, you're just giving them another job. I agree with him, don't gift people pets or anything that's too much work.

Jensen says he always accepts gifts graciously but then to the trash they go. His brother gave his son a model set, something you put together that's like 1200 pieces and he was not happy about that but seriously if anybody gets him a gift he's happy to receive it whatever it is, even if it looks like garbage. Then he remembers and shares the story about how one time they had been filming in a hobby shop and he bought two drones they had that were around 1k, one for him and one for Jared. So he goes back to set, and he's playing with his, and Jared's like 'that's awesome' so he tells him that his is in his (Jared's) trailer and Jared runs to get it, charges it, starts to play with it....and immediately crashes it on the ground.

Jared explains that he was really excited to use the drone but didn't read the instructions so he didn't know it came with a toggle kill switch and he pushed it.

Jensen says the reason he thought Jared could handle it is because they also bought helicopters one time that were remote-controlled and they strapped Roman candles to them and lit them up to try and shoot each other down. Jared says he has a video of it! Also, they share that at one point they stopped shooting at the helicopters and started shooting at each other. x

A couple years ago, Zak Bagans, the host of Ghost Adventures, was asked on twitter if he would ever have j2 on the show and he basically replied that he didn't think the boys could handle the real thing. What would their response be to that, and would they go if they were invited to be on the show?

Jared says he would go in a second just because he wants to go anyways but number 2 he'll kick Zak's little ass on camera. Jared please do the dude is allegedly a douche.

Jensen says what they did on SPN for 15 years was make-believe...and what he does on that show is also make-believe. So that's what he thinks about that. I love these men!!! x

How does the parallel of them always staying in hotels and motels and such on the show, and them doing these cons feel?

Jared replies that it's impossible to put into words, and he doesn't think either of them could really replicate it again, but so much of what happened when they were working together on SPN for so long coincided with what they were also going through personally in some way, shape or form including the building of the SPN family. There were so many chips that fell in the right spot or puzzle pieces that landed where they were supposed to go and part of that was getting used to traveling, and obviously they don't risk their lives, or die and come back, or get possessed and all that stuff but they sacrifice as much as they can and they take it seriously. We see them being goofy cause it's fun to see the fans and laugh but they miss their fam and their kids and their homes, but it feels good to be there so he feels there is a parallel- and what's funny for him is that his son Shep is kind of the emotional one like he was when he was a kid, and for years it was weird when he was home but now since he's been home so much especially because of the strike Shep doesn't understand why he has a suitcase so there's a degree of understanding that if you wanna make a difference in the world it takes some sacrifice.

Jensen answers there's a little bit of a difference in that when they were filming all those different scenes they were all in the same city and they were going back home and sleeping in the same bed every night- at which point Jared decides to "clarify" not with each other.....okay then 👀

Jensen continues that going on cons is truly on the road, they kind of joke around about it being a traveling circus. Every few weeks they meet up in a new city and put on a show, so this does feel more like what the brothers would have to go through as opposed to filming it because they'd go on the same sound stage, different set, same trailer, same apartment rinse and repeat. So this feels like a traveling band of brothers and sisters and it's awesome but like Jared said- his oldest when he was literally walking out the door she was in his arms going 'please don't go' and he quips that he went "you're 10 years old grow up". He will say this, without them leaving he wouldn't see how much his daughter misses him and loves him and hates to see him go so he cherishes that but it's definitely a bit of a sacrifice to do it. But when things are worth sacrificing for, you do it. x

How do they feel about licorice? Do they think it tastes like dirt or chewy goodness?

Jared is a Twizzlers over Red Vines kinda guy but also an anything on the face of the planet including dog feces over licorice allsorts, licorice allsorts should not exist.

Jensen says he couldn't stand the flavor of black licorice but somewhere along the line maybe 10 or 15 years ago he ventured to New Orleans and had a cocktail there called a Sazerac. One of the ingredients in a sazerac is absinthe and absinthe has a very similar flavor profile to black licorice which is anise and all of a sudden he liked that flavor. And now, they have this big jar of jelly bellies in the kitchen but he goes through and picks out the black ones so he has found that he now likes the flavor of black licorice. x

Can they talk a bit about the strike?

The fan mentions Jensen sending a pie truck to the SPN strike line that happened, but he clarifies that Kripke is the one who got it and he just gave him some extra credit for it.

Jared says he doesn't have any secrets about the strike that aren't public. The mediators and the attorneys on both sides are all under NDA's and he doesn't know Fran Drescher outside of The Nanny (and he does the laugh!) so it's not like she's giving him secrets off the record but one of the things that concerns him about what appears to be the situation that they're in is it doesn't give young writers and young actors and actresses the chance to grow and build around experts. He started out as a co-star, he guest starred on ER then he guest starred on Gilmore Girls and you grow like in taekwondo or karate, and if you say no one's allowed here but black belts then once the black belts move on you'll have no more black belts cause you need the white belts and the brown belts and so on there to learn. So removing opportunities for people to learn and grow, which he was very fortunate and he thinks Jensen was as well, to learn from people who have decades of experience he's hoping that it doesn't go there; he knows AI is dangerous, he thinks it's existential, when they shoot it's on a memory card so they'll film something for an hour and it's all ones and zeros so all they need is something to process those ones and zeros that will look like him and sound like him but it won't be him. He stands by the people who are still white belts trying to earn their black belts someday and he thinks in that analogy he and Jensen are black belts but his point is they had the chance to learn from hundreds of black belts and he hopes that's something that continues.

Jensen says there are a lot of different elements to the negotiations and stuff and there's been some headway in certain aspects but also massive roadblocks with others. But it's essentially targeting pretty much the streamers, Apple, Hulu, all of those that are essentially making content without a contract that reflects what their contracts with major studios and broadcasts would be, and it was never established but now that these platforms are clearly working those type of contracts need to be put into place not only because of AI but another element is of residual paychecks or residuals of other stuff. Somebody who is a guest star or does an episode or two or three of a show they just get bought out and that's it, no more so for actors or writers who are coming up in the industry they count on the money that comes in from residuals to weather the dry patches of work cause you're not always working. The industry is feast or famine and during those famine times you rely on what you did previously to get you through to the next job but that doesn't really exist anymore with the streamers so they're fighting for a pay model to help with that; they're not saying they need more raise the ceiling or asking for tons of money, they're not asking for much but there's a loophole right now were they don't have it established, and the studios are like 'we're not giving it to you' and they're like 'well, you have to' and the studios are like 'well, we're not going to' and so they went 'well, I'm not going to work'.

And he would say we all largely benefit from unions whether or not you're a part of one, it's the reason we have 5 day work weeks, 9 to 5's, vacations, maternity leaves a lot of this stuff has been negotiated with unions at the base core of them so we've all benefitted in some way or another from unions so if they don't do their job then they don't get a deal and they're just asking for a fair deal. If they can't get that, unfortunately, that's when you find yourself in situations like this and none of them want to be on strike this isn't fun for anybody it's not just the writers and the actors everybody is suffering because of it there are so many people affected by this that it's breaking his heart and he wishes they could come to a fair deal and hopefully they will but he doesn't know what that looks like or when it will be. I paraphrased a lot of what he said but give it a listen cause it's so well phrased 👏

If they could build the ultimate sandwich what would be on it?

Jensen says he does build the ultimate sandwich. He gets either a fresh bagel or a Portuguese bun, does a spread of siracha, layers some extra crispy bacon, a fried egg, a nice thick tomato, crispy hash brown, and pepper jack cheese.

Before he answers the question he looks at Jared and Jared's reaction lets me know he already knew what Jensen was going to say.

Jared quips that's the next episode of The Bear. Then he says that for him he thinks it's more about timing because you wanna do it during low tide, not high tide or it'll wash it away, and when I tell y'all I was so confused about what the hell this man was talking about then I realized he was making a dad joke about SAND WITCHES 🤦‍♀️

He doesn't know what to answer he goes meat, mustard, hot, Portuguese buns then changes it to Italian buns and says he has to say that cause he's married to an Italian and I love Jensen's expression of wtf.

His favorite sandwich was at a place called Artisan Cheese Gallery, he didn't build it but it was a Spanish turkey, and there's a book, Tom Colicchio's sandwich book and he doesn't remember the name of it but they've been making one of the sandwiches in there for years and it's heated in a waffle press almost with red peppers, cheese, you can choose your meat they use turkey, a little aioli but for him a proper sandwich is toasty and brown.

Jensen says he's the type of guy who puts potato chips or French fries in the sandwich cause it gives it a little crunch. Jared shakes his head no and says you can also take a bite of the sandwich and then put a chip in your mouth but Jensen says it's not the same. I agree with him, it's not the same. x

And to wrap up the panel, what is something that is universally loved but they don't like?

Jensen says pickles. Jared asks what about mushrooms or onions, and he replies that he doesn't like mushrooms or fruit on his pizza.

Jared doesn't like olives if there's a little slice of olive on his pizza that is hidden all he can taste is olive. He also doesn't love chocolate, he doesn't think he's ever bought chocolate if it's around he'll snack on it if he's bored but he's not a chocolate guy, he doesn't like fruit on desserts like strawberry cheesecake, and he also doesn't like peanut butter cookies. x

J2 Main Panel Minncon

[ryemackerel]

HALLO i was wondering how you get out of art block?? your art is very expressive and i absolutely adore all your colour choices and designs. ive been having trouble with art block for a very long time now so i’m just trying to ask other artists how they get outta it <3 i hope u have a niceday yesyes

OUGHH HELLO!!! holy crap, art block is the WORST. everytime i encounter it, its always hard to beat it D: theres days where i feel like i WANT to draw something so badly but my brain just. cant function

i dont have a definitive solution for art block, but whenever i do, i have a few ways to cope with it. sometimes they work, sometimes they dont? but whenever the time comes and im just sitting at a brick wall, i got some survival tips

1. come up with random silly ideas,, it could be anything: random words, phrases, scenarios. they can be as nonsensical as you want them to be. during art blocks, my mind is completely dry with ideas, so i always try to compile a list of ideas from the past so i can come back to them later on. i try to come up with random duos or something as simple as “mcdonalds date”. i might not work on these now, but maybe some random lil word can spark that creativity in me

heres my art ideas list… i have some ideas that are like 8 months old in there BGAHSGA, but i save em there till i feel like working on them

2. STRUGGLE DOODLES!! i like to make a bunch of doodles of random scenes that i think about in my head. doodle practically anything. your favorite person, favorite animal, something you see outside your window, frogs?

heres a few of mine. most of the time, i NEVER get to finishing them. however, during art blocks sometimes i like to go back to really old, incomplete guidelines and add some new, random addition to it. sometimes i forget what my sketches were exactly meant to be? and i guess thats the fun about interpreting stuff and giving things a new spin to them. during art blocks, i HATE trying to come up with new drawings from a blank canvas (since i dont even have any ideas to begin with). but working on old wips, or completely revising them? sometimes these can be super fun :]

[and bonus tip!! and this is like, a golden tip that everyone loves: going back to super old drawings and redrawing them!! its my favorite. i absolutely love seeing the improvement ive made over the years. its also pretty easy to work with since you dont have to stress about coming up with completely new ideas from a blank slate! GAHH i should do that more often.]

3. search up your favorite fanart, go on pinterest, anything. i love this one.

search up some really cool photos of outfits, aesthetic backgrounds?? i find myself searching up a lot of fanart of fandoms im in, any word with “aesthetic” at the end, casino aesthetic, anything! pinterest has always been my go-to platform to find ideas. i go on the app and not even a second in, im blown with all of this cool art n character designs. i have a problem saving almost everything i find into my boards, but at least i saved a chock-full of ideas i can work with. :)

a thing about me: ive never been the type to try and force my art block out. whenever im facing a block, its extremely difficult for me to come up with things on my own. sometimes i let it wait for a while, but that tends to take a REALLY long time. D: if i dont feel like drawing, or doodling, or really doing anything? i always like scrolling through really pretty photos. that tends to spark a small idea in me i can work with, and sometimes i manage to get out of art block from there. it starts out small, then over time it gets even better.

these photos especially gave me WAY more motivation than i ever had to draw wilbur during an art block moment. i started off making small random doodles of him in a neon city and over time it kinda turned into a fixation for neon cities. i LOVE imagining characters in random photos i find on pinterest.

wishing you the bestest in your art journey!! this crap’s tough but i know you can break it yo. thank you so much for the ask!

feel free to reblog and add your own ideas below :] i was only able to come up with a few, but if youd like to add on, go right ahead! /noforce

[withered-rose-unbreakable-lotus]

So...I had this thought, and maybe I'm overthinking this, but I don't think Reita's wish for the band to keep going forever necessarily meant the band should keep being active forever. And before you get angry hear me out, I am not saying they should disband, I am just explaining why that being the meaning alone didn't sit right with me.

One of the things Ruki questioned right away was "What did he mean by forever?". Now, Reita liked using overexaggerated phrases like forever or saying that we should get prepared to be killed by him in lives, because the Gazette and lives to him were more than your common human experience. They were trascending human limits. Anyway he was an all or nth person in general too, that much makes sense. He knew they aren't immortal. But while all this is true, I can't imagine Reita would bind his friends with sth like that. He sure wouldn't like them to let sadness win, he would want them to keep their dream alive, but what if one of them couldn't go on. What if one of them was so devastated it affected his health really badly. Would he still push them keep going. Part of me thinks he would, but at his final moment...maybe not so much.

So I was thinking...regardless of what Reita meant, his wish is already fullfilled. Even if the Gazette had chosen to disband, the band wouldn't stop existing. Because they managed to make history and become a big name, even if they didn't produce anything more, people would remember them, and pass their love for their band to future generations. Take a few western artists for example. Michael Jackson, David Bowie, Prince...they all died. But their work, their essence lives on. And before you also come for the fact the Gazette didn't reach that worldwide acclaim, I'd like to remind you how many artists had pretty much no acclaim in their time, but after their death eventually were recognized as legends for their craft and are still remembered and celebrated to this day. So yeah. I think Reita's wish is already fullfilled. And all the band and we can do, is add to its size. We could have left the Gazette and what was passed on to others from now on, to what we have so far, that too would keep the band alive no matter what. But we could also add new songs, new lives, new memories and waaay more stuff to pass down to the eternity Reita wished for.

That's what I think. And if they too saw it like that maybe they'd feel a wee bit less stressed while honoring his wish (Cause there is no way their perfectionism won't escalate from now on, hoping every new thing they make iiis as good enough for Reita's expectations too)? Because the wish fullfillment appears to already be there and all they have to do is keep creating and have fun at lives like before. And of course make sure there is a space for Reita to come down and play too cause I'm sure they'll hear from him if they stopped that. ^^' Anyway yeah. It's just a different take. From Aoi's words about Reita's opinion on eternity, it appears that Reita never really saw them having reached that level until he died. So I hope he at least can see it now. Bro had already won and didn't even know. Aoi said Reita yearned for them to do such thing, connect the band to eternity, but that in the end he's the one who immortalized the band. I disagree. They had already managed that together while he was still here. And I wish he could have seen it while he was still with us. ._.

[allterrribleideas]

Down The Rabbit A-hole

I wanna talk about the Jax discourse in a way too long post! Because...it's fun! It's been fun reading the takes on the character over the last few days, I think it's an interesting cross section of how people view and interpret fiction and for the (most) part the perspectives I've seen have been all reasonable. Do you not like the mean rabbit and want to see less of him? Understandable! He's physically and verbally abusive, there's plenty there to feel uncomfortable with. Do you like his flat out dickery? Also understandable! Some people like villains, antagonists by design tend to be proactive and agents of chaos that can make things 'interesting' by virtue of their rebellion against the status quo. I think a lot of Jax opinions fall along that spectrum of plausible interpretation. If you wanna believe in sadboy Jax who is actually a sensitive soul and all his terrible behavior is justifiable or whatever, go right ahead! If you think he's an irredeemable force of evil, also fine!

But what I really want to sink my teeth into is some truly spicy opinions that I've only seen a handful of times, that aren't even really about Jax so much as the people talking about him. I originally saw this on a post on 4chan (I know) and then I saw it AGAIN on Reddit (I KNOW) and the argument put forth seemed so deranged that in isolation I would have thought it was just trolling or your typical internet exaggerated discourse for the fun of it. But it got me thinking that actually, yeah, I have definitely known people who believe in the same rationale for terrible behavior in real life. I haven't even talked about what they said yet so I guess I better just drop it while it's hot:

Jax isn't behaving badly, and in fact, his actions are good and the people he affects are better off after enduring his abuse.

Very spicy! The first way I saw this phrased was something along the lines of 'these adventures would be boring and Jax makes everyone have more fun by behaving like he does'. The follow-up posts elaborated on idea further, promoting the idea that Jax was the LEADER, and the entire group would be nonfunctional without him. A bold prediction! It's easy for me to imagine an episode like that, actually. I hate it, I don't like the idea, but I'm sure most people can conjure up the cliches since it's a cartoon staple- the character nobody likes disappears but oh no, they were actually important for some reason, so we just need to...accept their awfulness. Gross but possible!

But that's just 4chan hyperbole, and I could just be strawmanning in the typical Tumblr way. I didn't even really think much of it until I saw this on Reddit later:

Oh. Oh no!

So that whole topic is pretty interesting in its own right, and yes I know 4chan and Reddit aren't exactly home to the most well adjusted individuals, but this idea just kept swimming around in my head. Imagine you're a horrible person. You abuse people and just make their life unpleasant, and you enjoy every moment of it. But then you go the extra mile- you say to yourself, actually, I'm doing a GOOD thing! I'm the MVP! Everyone secretly appreciates what I'm doing and understands I'm making things more exciting and fun. This is like, that guy who doesn't understand how 'banter' works and just openly insults everyone and gets huffy when people get upset. It's just a remarkable set of blinders to be wearing! It's one thing to behave poorly but then another entirely to reframe your awful behavior as beneficial.

And for the record no, I'm not trying to describe Jax this way. I'm describing the lens that a small minority of people seem to view him through. The character is largely irrelevant actually- it's more that there are viewers out there who see a character do terrible things, and are thinking 'I totally agree with treating people like garbage because it's good'. This isn't 'Jax is interesting' or 'Jax causes chaos which is fun', it's 'Jax is morally correct to do the terrible things he does'. And isn't that like, uh, kinda revealing? Like I dunno, I can understand if someone likes Darth Vadar or the Joker or whatever pop culture villain has a big fan base. Villains can be compelling and interesting. It's another though to say something like 'actually killing children is good actually'. Just a tiny bit unhinged maybe? Revealing a bit too much of your hand?

Anyway if you're in that camp, and you think that behaving poorly is excusable or (heaven forbid) beneficial in a 'boring' situation, I would encourage maybe a bit of self reflection! I've seen this excuse used for some really reprehensible behaviors, like someone showing up drunk to a work group meeting. You might not be the MVP that's making the adventure more fun for everyone! You might just be an asshole!

[scribeforchrist-blog]

Pouring Out My Soul

MEMORY VERSE OF THE WEEK

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+ Philippians 1:9 And this is my prayer: that your love may abound more and more in knowledge and depth of insight,

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VERSE OF THE DAY

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+ 1 Samuel  1:15 But Hannah answered, “No, my Lord, I am a woman troubled in spirit. I have drunk neither wine nor strong drink, but I have been pouring out my soul before the Lord.

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** SAY THIS BEFORE YOU READ; HERE’S SOME CHRISTIAN TRUTHS **

I AM LOVING GOD

I AM YIELDING

I AM CONFIDENT IN GOD

I AM MOVING MOUNTAINS

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THOUGHTS:

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   The phrase or wording we are going to look at is pouring out my heart to the Lord; it's easy to do to say the words, to say, Lord, this is what I need, or Lord, this is what I'm dealing with but to pour out our heart is leaving all our emotions to him, and that's what Hannah did or was doing she was upset, she was frustrated and bitter. That is a lot of emotions; she was angry because she was married to a man named Elkanah, and he had another wife who could have children, but she couldn't. 

    “Verse 6 tells us this: Peninnah would taunt Hannah and make fun of her because the Lord had kept her from having children.”

   She was taunted because she didn't have any children, and this was a huge burden for her because she wanted them, but she couldn't have them. A lot of times, we can want something so badly, and it never comes to pass because it's not the right time. We can think our lives will go one way, and they will go the opposite way.

       Do we believe entirely in what we say because it's so easy to say I believe in God and don’t truly believe , or it's so easy to give encouraging words, but when it's our time to lean on those words, do we, the Lord, want us to cast our cares on him meaning to fling them on him, to leave them to him its a command, and when we do this we are constantly communicating with God which is doing what the word is telling us to do which is pray constantly. Some of us only do this when we think of God or have a problem. Some of us do this when we want something, but we should always pray to him and give him our problems. 

      Verse 11, and she made this vow: “O Lord of Heaven’s Armies, if you will look upon my sorrow and answer my prayer and give me a son, then I will give him back to you. He will be yours for his entire lifetime, and as a sign that he has been dedicated to the Lord, his hair will never be cut.”

  Hannah went to God and said hey, if you give me a son, I will give him back to you. I won't keep him, but I will give him to you. Some people we have noticed in the Bible go back on their vow to they have given to God, but not Hannah; she gave her child back to God; we have to be willing to believe that he’ll take care of us; we have to believe that he's a God that sees and knows our every need. Wanting something and needing something is different some times when we want something we might not get it. Still, when it’s a need, he’ll see it. 

    He’ll give us what we desire according to his riches and glory and what he thinks we need. People tend to get mad at God for not giving them everything, but God sees that if he gives us certain things, we will be disconnected from him, or he knows exactly what we will do. God knew Hannah would do the right thing. 

   Verse 16-17: Don’t think I am a wicked woman! For I have been praying out of great anguish and sorrow.”17 “In that case,” Eli said, “go in peace! May the God of Israel grant the request you have asked of him.”

     Hannah says to Eli I’m not a wicked woman. I have been praying to God with great anguish and sorrow, and Eli said, well, go in peace, just like that, go in peace, and that's what we must do when we pray , we must go away, leaving the throne of grace, knowing he's going to handle it in his way, and in his way might not be what we want. Still, it's his perfect will. Do you trust in God to do things his way? Do you trust God to handle it all?  

    We don’t believe he can do it the way we want, and it often won't happen the way we want. Still, we have to trust that whatever he has planned for our life, we are going to be alright, and that's the part we have to know we will be alright; God got us in his hands, and God got us where he wants us ,it's up to us to follow the path he has for us, we can't sit and be in distress and say I trust in God and we can pick our situations right back up, we must continue to take it off or cast it upon God .

***Today we learn that if we continue to cast our cares upon God we are building trust in God and relying on his infinite power to do what we need, we have to be like Hannah and allow God to hear us and go to him and pour out your heart unto him, because he’s always waiting and watching for us to come to him. Go to God in confidence knowing he loves you and he will hear you when you speak.©Seer~ Prophetess Lee

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PRAYER

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Heavenly Father, thank you for everything; thank you for life, health, and strength, Father. We give you everything just like Hannah; we ask you to give us faith so strong and help us focus on you daily. Lord, we believe in you for everything, and we thank you. Lord, we give you glory and honor. Help us to pray to you continuously, Lord. We want to have a bond so strong with you. We love you and thank you for your mercy and grace. Lord, we trust in you no matter how big our situation is. In Jesus' Name, Amen.

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REFERENCES

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+ Isaiah 44:3 For I will pour water on the thirsty land, and streams on the dry ground; I will pour my Spirit upon your offspring, and my blessing on your descendants.

+Acts 1:8 But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you, and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the end of the earth.”

+ Proverbs 1:23 If you turn at my reproof, behold, I will pour out my spirit to you; I will make my words known to you.

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FURTHER READINGS

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PROVERBS 7

JOHN 14

1 JOHN 2

NUMBERS 15

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[iveofficiallygonemad]

What about that gay little musician (Klavier I think is his name) from AA for the character asks!!

Jdoxowkxixjs I love the way u phrased this SO much!!!!

Yes his name is klavier which means piano in German which he 100% knew when he picked it out! He is canonly gnc af and dresses in the nonbinary colors. Klavier is a they/he in my heart although I have a seen transfem klavier which I also love and adore.

Sexuality hc: Klavier is a bi icon, could u see him wearing heart shaped glasses? Yes

Also he's ace! And canonly wears an ace ring!

[ID: A fullbody of Klavier stands in the center of the screen, hands on his hips. He has long blonde hair in a twist, a purple blazer, and a black button down and pants. On his left is the ace flag (back, grey, white, purple) and on his right the nonbinary flag (yellow, white, purple, black). Both of these are colorpicked off of him. On the bottom left is a image of Klavier pointing to the right with a ringed hand. On the right is a closeup of him pushing up his shades with the middle finger, which has a silver ring on it. End ID]

Ship: THEE klavier ship is klapollo, listen they are SO!!!

NOTP: not really applicable cuz klapollo is so prevalent? I'm open to other ships w him in it (assuming characters r close in age). I guess maybe him and ema (bcuz I think they'd only work if in a poly w polly) and tbh I think they’d be more fun as worsties

Random hc: I love klavier sm I feel like ive seen every post abt him and don’t have any original thoughts that haven’t been said before but, I hc him as having OCD. This is mostly just based off of our interactions with him during Guitar's Serenade.

Also, I’m aware this is an unpopular opinion but I don’t think he had a crush on Apollo when he first met him! Like I do find that trope fun and silly, but looking at his character Klavier would never fall for someone at first sight, and definitely not someone he’s as suspicious about as Apollo [he accused his brother of Murder]. Klavier is SO So meticulous and need to have all the facts figured out beforehand. I truly believe he needs something to be loud and messy and BAD at to vent with because he tries SO hard to keep everything under wraps at all times. Get the man a buncha brightly colored paints he can go ham w!!! Let him blast music in his lonely studio apartment and head bang and belt songs and dance badly where no one can see!!! Let him learn to take up space authentically in his own damn house!!

General opinion overall: He is SO charismatic and blorbo-able! He seems carefree but is Not in any sense of the word. He makes you think he wears his heart on his sleeve but it is hidden under SO many layers, getting him to trust you is going to be SO much work. He puts EVERYTHING he’s got into his passions and by god he’s gotta make sure he’s got everything Just Right. He’s such a layered character and its hard to pick out his thoughts, also they created a character who is just SO interesting when you pair him with literally any character. Like he and apollo are such opposites how would they function together? What the hell was the Gavin brother’s relationship Actually like? I think abt this all the time. Also like, him and Wright actually became more similar characters due to his disbarment, but also That past affects his relationship with Ema too! Also how the hell did he cope (did he cope???) with the personal betrayals he suffered in AJ?? Also what’s his relationship with the other prosecutors in the office???? Does he have offscreen friends or did he really lose everyone? I am unable to be succinct over Klavier but it boils down to:

He has the range! He acts silly and carefree but is so NOT! Which gives you so much to explore

Also tagging @kingdomofbrokenhearts bcuz u also sent in an ask abt him, and @sailormaya bcuz they are the CEO of Klavier Gavin and know all the facts. Also if you wanna read a klapolli fic where klav Doesn’t fall in love at first sight and has The biggest bi panic, highly recommend: this fic!

[tyrannuspitch]

for the fic title thing:

only a monster (would bleed like this)

<3

-> send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i'd write for it! (*within ten working days.)

hi hello i have not actually forgotten about this! sorry i left it almost two weeks! i've never done this game before, and title-then-plot is the opposite of my usual creative process, so i found it surprisingly hard. so... unfortunately i still only sort of have an answer. prepare for a lot of maybes and vagueness and vibes.

here's what i originally started writing (which is okay analysis, but sits strictly within canon, and on its own would only produce maybe 400 words of character study, which even by my standards is not quite "a fic"):

okay i had to chew on this one a little because i have so many favourite characters with guilt complexes... but i think this one works best for loki. i feel like the core idea for loki re: this phrase is like... how guilt makes him worse. how seeing himself as a monster is a self-fulfilling prophecy. how he tries to "atone" for violence with even worse violence because his moral compass is just absolutely fucked. this is all especially relevant to thor 1. but also, beyond all this, it's fun to explore how the guilt begins with things he shouldn't feel guilty for at all. like, he feels guilty for having emotions and for being born. he interprets everything about himself through the lens of "weak" or "coward" or "failure" or "monster", even when you could never reasonably expect anything else.

and the vague direction i was going with that was like... loki's fraught relationship with his body. how he does literally hate the blood in his veins.

i know it's incredibly literal, but like... IF you put that man in a situation - say, a curse - that meant he was suddenly, unexpectedly, both badly injured and jotun-looking... i think panic/self-loathing/disgust over looking jotun would win out over his already weak survival instinct, and he would have a visceral, *violent* DO NOT TOUCH ME reaction to anyone trying to help him. which would not be helped by the jotun frost-touch thing, which i maintain is not permanent... but which loki definitely doesn't know how to turn off. (but once he realises *that's* happening he might actually use it to try and drive people (okay, thor) away and prove his ~monsterhood~... and he might miscalculate and do more severe damage than he intended to.)

however... it is bothering me quite a lot, given the prompt, that i can't work out how to fit the guilt-for-not-being-worse thing in here. we have internalised space racism, and we have regular guilt for hurting people you care about, but where is the rancid ideology... where is the deliberate harm to others... where is the *coldness*...

but maybe that's a problem to work out if and only if i actually decided to write the damn thing. maybe it would solve itself if i found some context to put it in. idk. hmm.

ANYWAY. that's as far as i got. started making it, had a breakdown, bon appetit?

[erstwhilesparrow]

sparrow's short story and poetry recs (incomplete)

@desultorydenouement requested some recommendations for [generally stuff i've read that inspires / influences my writing]. i don't know if these all fit that requirement exactly, but. i sure do think about these ones a lot. here you go, hope you enjoy!

poetry:

Per Fumum by Jamaal May - My father was an astronomer / for forty minutes in a row / the first time a bus took us so far / from streetlights he could point out constellations / that may or may not have been Draco, / Orion, Aquila, or Crux. Sometimes I still catch myself using the phrasing of "[someone] was [a role / profession] for [some number of units of time] in a row" in my own writing. I like... the idea of curiosity / wonder / experimentation as something that puts you in a tradition of all the scientists and thinkers that have come before you.

Evolution by Linda Bierds - You know that feeling when it occurs to you for maybe the first time ever that hey, you're an adult now and you can decide what to do about your [fashion / food / leisure time] and you pick something you like that you wouldn't have tried to pick before and now that thing is special to you specifically? This poem is that, for poetry, for me. Alan Turing, and life, and all the dark mares on their dark shadows.

A Toast To The Alchemists by Laura Gilpin - Look, I like when people do poetry about science, and I love love love talking / thinking about the history of science, I don't know what to tell you. Last stanza makes me vaguely achy.

The Fish by Marianne Moore - If I had to pick a favourite poem ever, it'd be this one. First learned about it How to Read Poetry Like a Professor by Thomas Foster and it fills me with delight. I like how it looks on the page, I like its rhyme scheme, I like its language and imagery, I like the whole act of digging around in it. Did one of my favourite high school presentations on this poem.

NUMBERS by Mary Cornish - A joy to read out loud. I said this to a friend of mine and she immediately called me and demanded I read it to her and it was delightful! Highly recommended experience. It's... fun! Playful. Appreciative of something I think we are not appreciative of enough.

Rick Deckard Comes Home by Kanami Ayau - Even if this poem was just the phrase 'syncopated two-step dog-tag paramour' I would still love it. Have you ever heard anything condensed so perfectly well? Can you hear the drumbeat of it? I will never stop thinking about this.

Second Street Drifting by Austin Walker - You may have noticed this link takes you to a wiki page. I'm cheating with this one because the poem is from a podcast (Friends at the Table) and the podcast, really, is the thing that's a huge inspiration / influence for me, but this poem on its own, too: perfect. It is delicious to read out loud and delicious to hear read out loud -- Austin savours every syllable in his reading, and it is completely justified.

Catastrophe is Next to Godliness by Franny Choi - Lord, I confess I want the clarity of catastrophe but not the catastrophe. Just. Yeah. Big fan of Franny Choi in full generality. More of their work here!

Beautiful Short Loser by Ocean Vuong - Joy? Gender? Brilliance and confidence and that one interview he gave where he was like, and this is paraphrasing badly, "I insist on being a man and on using he/him specifically to complicate what those things can / should mean" ?

The Melancholy of Mechagirl by Catherynne M. Valente - Part of a collection of poems and short stories by the same name. I love this poem; it is fun and bright and touches things I care about (mechs, bodies, sci-fi concerned with the individual and the personal). The short stories I don't tend to feel as strongly about but some of them are stick-in-your-brain-for-days-after great. Recommend taking a look at the whole book!

I can't pick a Mary Oliver one. I simply cannot do it. But read her poems. They're excellent.

short stories:

The Library of Babel by Jorge Luis Borges - I love weird architecture. I love buildings and structures that make no fucking sense. I love infinity. I love finding horror or wonder or despair or meaning in those things. This story is about more than that, but mostly it's about an infinite library that our narrator moves through and describes to us. Don't ask me why it's on genius dot com of all places.

I Am In Eskew Episode 1: Correspondence - This is cheating because it's a podcast transcript. It's not cheating because this first episode is entirely stand-alone, really excellent, and caters to (almost) all of the interests I like to talk about on Tumblr: architectural horror, unusual intimacies, meat, locations that are alive and have a lot of feelings about you. A man named David, a relatively recent arrival in the city of Eskew, chases down the source(s) of a series of bizarre exchanges in the correspondences section of the local paper.

The Narrative Implications of Your Untimely Death by Isabel J. Kim - Judging by where I remember seeing your username around, you will also care about this. Get fucked up about characters that know they are characters with me. Get fucked up about people who are constantly putting on a performance, forever aware of where the audience is and what they might inflict on you, intentionally or not. (Second person POV story about someone signing on to a reality TV show and trying to play the part just the right way to get to leave.)

Exhalation by Ted Chiang - A thoughtful, melancholy, wonderful exploration of a different world, where people explode into showers of gold when they die, and the narrator learns about and comes to terms with how utterly temporary and completely doomed their people are. Makes me sad, but in a slow and gentle way, you know?

A Guide for Working Breeds by Vina Jie-Min Prasad - Two robots become friends by bonding over the following: dogs, killing, and the horrors of capitalism. Very sweet, very [sunshine x storm cloud] pair of characters. I feel fondly about it and managed to make me very sad by shuffling some numbers around in a list of unread notifications. (Also, I've found Tor.com has a lot of cool SFF stuff in general?)

A Very Special Pigeon by Cao Wenxuan, translated by Helen Wang - Pigeons. Friendship. Something complicated and difficult to describe but nevertheless recognizably sad. Reading this definitely Did Something to my writing style, but it's hard to tell what. Two boys somewhere in China are joined by the fact of pigeons, and the racing thereof.

Alien Hand Syndrome (Nth Street) by Molly Ofgeography - Utterly charming. When I say I want to write characters that are strange and specific and charming and alive, I mean like this. Cavendish Grotto (what a name, right!!) does not control his left hand; it does what it will. Cavendish Grotto lives his life.

[“Power absorption?” you ask him over your pasta, which you are currently absorbing powerfully.] by inkskinned - Written for a prompt, about how someone with a fairly mediocre superpower gets to be considered one of the top ten most powerful superheros. There's plenty of stuff on Tumblr that's in this wheelhouse or adjacent to it that I also really enjoy, but this is one of the first I read and it still sticks in my brain.

The Magician's Apprentice by Tasmyn Muir - Power and hunger and eating people. Welcome to All Of My Interests. A magician teaches his apprentice the utterly laborious art of performing magic. It's horrifying, it's glorious.

The Hydraulic Emperor by Arkady Martine - That vaguely sick feeling of trying to tally up some numbers and realizing, as you redo the calculations with increasing desperation, that it doesn't add up, that you're going to fall short? You can assume I'm being metaphorical or literal, but this story is like that. It's gorgeous, it's terrific, it's about how much you are willing to give up and for what. (It's about a collector on the hunt for a film that is effectively lost media. To win access to a print of it, they go to an auction where people are made to sacrifice irreplaceable parts of themselves or of history.)

Sestu Hunts the Last Deer in Heaven by M. H. Cheung - This one just feels good to read? Wild and lovely. It doesn't feel like it tries very hard or wants very much to explain itself, just drags you into its world and makes you keep up. I think the title gives you enough of a premise. I couldn't offer anything better, sorry.

A Farce to Suit the New Girl by Rebecca Fraimow - A new girl joins a Yiddish theatre troupe travelling through Russia right after the Tsar has been killed. (I don't know / recall which Tsar.) Everyone's trying to get through in one piece and help each other out, and everyone is so insistently themselves in a way I wish I could do more.

Texts from the Ghost War by Alex Yuschik - There's a war, because there are ghosts. People fight them in mechs. One of those mech pilots accidentally strikes up a friendship with a prince. This story is the development of that relationship, as told through texts. Describing it as sweet feels insufficient, though it is that. I like when things are true in SFF worlds without trying to explain themselves, I think.

L'Esprit de L'Escalier by Catherynne M. Valente - I did just say I am not particularly taken by some of her short stories. HOWEVER. THIS ONE IS VERY GOOD. Orpheus succeeds in getting Eurydice back. This is what happens after, and it sucks massively for everyone involved. Graphic depictions of decomposing bodies, which is both content warning, and reason I am so admiring of it.

[A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river.] by sadoeuphemist - I think about this one frequently. The scorpion and the frog, across many iterations.