#But that will discourage me from shipping what I like

[chaifootsteps]

"Just goes to show, it doesn't matter what you ship, it's how you treat people."

this is actually one of, if not the bigger pet peeves i have with vivziepops fandom, because on one hand, it's great that they can engage in dark fiction casually without having to make call-out posts or alienate other people who make that content from their space. it's a wonderful contrast from other modern day fandoms who act like making dark art in any capacity means you endorse whatever you're writing about.

the problem is that, they seem to also alienate anyone who makes dark fiction that isn't just a toxic gay ship to get their dick hard. no treating stella's pain seriously, no writing about how truly fucked up the full moon deal was or even acknowledging it, no writing about how ozzie was straight up going to let his lovers best friend DIE without even TRYING to stop it, no charalastor because some fans accidentally made a ship day on her birthday when they only did that because that's when the pilot dropped, now it's "basically incest" if you ship it since alastor said, "you could even call me.. dad!", etc.

pretty much all of these things have been discouraged by the creator throwing out likes in a way no other creator of any other cartoon, let alone show really could, because it makes certain fans feel validated in putting down other fans, for simply engaging with fictional characters like the dolls they are, and that fucking sucks to me. dark fiction for all, or none at all, i think.

This, completely. The Viv fandom is a place where you're allowed and encouraged to explore mature subject matter...but only certain ships and forms of content that Viv directly, specifically approves of.

Want to explore Valentino's relationship with Angel? Free rein. Calling for Valentino's death? The fandom will mass report your account. Want to write toxic gays? Fine. Want to sympathize with an abused, abrasive woman with an unpleasant personality? Viv herself will personally shame you for it.

Fortunately, there are so many other fandoms that actually do have this dark fiction thing figured out. Mouthwashing, TADC, and most of the horror genre come to mind.

[jujubas1226]

For all the elriels affected by this toxicity

I don’t usually post much because I believe that, after four years, repeating the same discussions and countering the same arguments isn’t going to get me anywhere—it’ll only drain my energy. So I prefer to just stay in my little corner thinking about what the next book might be like (although even that has become a bit repetitive 😅).

But lately, I’ve seen quite a few people opening up about how the toxicity of this ship war has been affecting some of you to the point of feeling discouraged from engaging with the fandom. And that’s really sad to read, especially because the main reason isn’t boredom or frustration with the ship itself, but the fact that other people invade our space (directly or through answered asks) just to provoke and insult us—and even in general ACOTAR spaces, we still get hit with baseless hate.

It’s not easy dealing with all of this, but it’s important to remember that it’s only happening because we’re at an advantage. Our ship is labeled the most likely one, while the others are seen as “unconventional theories” or the ship that will take the longest to happen (if it ever does), because it hasn’t even begun to develop yet. We’re more recognized, validated, and encouraged—and they just can’t handle that.

So their defense is to attack. To go after whoever they think should be targeted. To insult the character they hate the most (Elain) or the one who’s not acting the way they want him to (Azriel). To insult those who support them being together. To twist everything they can get their hands on in a desperate attempt to assert themselves.

Don’t let them hurt you. Let them bark alone. Block them, use tag filters (even anti-el*cien, anti-gw*nriel tags and such, if you want to stay as far away from this mess as possible). Ignore them and focus on the positivity brought to us by the amazing people surrounding this ship, on the arrival of Elriel Month, and on the taste of victory that’s starting to bloom on our tongues.

A big hug to you all ❤

[mrstsung]

Shang tsung imagine/blurb/hcs:

*note: after some kind words from a mutual. And fellow shang fan. I'm making something to cheer me up and if anyone else feels the same. I'm not gonna let my brain be mean to me. And keep doing what i love*

Cw: i guess maybe warnings of anxiety,mental illness,and or just brain being mean? Either way reader is feeling down. So shang tsung is helping reader cheer up. Angst,hurt comfort? Slightly spicy mention

Reader is technically gn

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Imagine:

You weren't feeling so well and you're sitting down by shang's island shoreline. You often come down to the beach to meditate or think. But usually you're accompanied by a guard or by shang,your lover, himself. But this time,you're alone. All with your thoughts,they ate at you. Doubt spilled into your mind as tears fell. Why must your brain hate you?

Shang was worried when he didn't see you come into the bed chambers you both shared. Usually you're not out this late. Let alone,outside the main palace. Perhaps you're at the private teahouse? Shang wondered.

*(To put perspective,i hc shang's main palace keep,where he lives and is the living quarters for him,his lover and his personal guards,warriors and servents. All of the others usually stay in a separate area and smaller buildings near the dock port. The palace gardens lead to a pathway leading down a staircase behind the main keep,where a beachside tea house is,shang uses this teahouse as a personal one. Instead of the ones used by kombatants during tournaments. This teahouse is secluded,quiet,and peaceful. It is a mix between Japanese,and Chinese architecture. The reason being is him and raiden often do business when discussing anything related to tournaments. Despite being rivals and sort of enemies. They are respectful of one another and often discuss things as would any master of the martial arts would or even as an emperor or lords of their respective domains. In short. They aint always barking at each others throats,so to have them in petty squabbles all the time is boring and pointless. Anyways. You often might come to this teahouse to get away so to speak.)*

Shang tsung got on his silk red robe. A garment that was decorated by images of dragons and Phoenixes. Etched in gold and yellow. The flame patterns danced along with shades of deep purple and indigo at its base. A fine clothing fit for a man such as he. Simple black slippers he wore as he stepped out the doors to the bed chambers. Into the garden. He followed the stone path through the gardens,enveloped in moonlight. It danced through the trees. The warm summer air,not too hot surprisingly despite being an island. But there had been rain recently,so it was much cooler,but not by much. There was sweet smells of flowers. Tropical hibiscus,Asian lilies,and little lotuses in the pond all filled the night air. Soft sounds of crickets,frogs and other nighttime summer creatures also sang. As shang tsung made his way to the staircase,he heard soft whimpers from below,at the bottom. He swiftly but carefully descended the stairs. As he got closer. He saw you on a large rock. Weeping. The rock was adjacent to the teahouse. He carefully approached you.

"My dear? What are these tears? Why are you out here by yourself this late in the hour? Is something wrong?"

Shang asked softly but in a concerned manner.

As you struggle to make eye contact. And in a small cracked voiced stated

"I just don't understand why you love me? Why would you choose to spare me? I'm not the best warrior,even with your training. I'm constantly worried,i second guess myself,I'm a mess,im not as beautiful/handsome as some people,im just so...meh,i feel like I'm not worthy of anything even kindness. I just don't get it. Besides you could find better I'm sure,a better person than boring,average me."

You lay your head back down on your crossed arms,over your legs you propped them upon. Still crying.

Shang was taken aback. Where did this come from?! His beloved? Doubtful of his love? Who would dare put those thoughts into your head!? But shang tsung thought about it. Perhaps it is not of another,but of a troubled mind. One filled with the anxieties and stresses and struggles of life itself. He walked over to you,first removing the slippers as not to track sand. Barefoot he walked on the warm sand. When he got to you he placed his hand under your head,lifted your chin with his fingers and spoke with the most earnest,soft,and loving voice.

"My dear sweet y/n. Why did i spare you? Simply because i chose to,i could have killed you,taken your soul,and that would be it. But i didn't. But in that choosing i found one of the most kindest of souls. A soul so genuine and true. And you never once tried to be anything but what you are. Your training has served you well,as you are alive aren't you? *chuckles* obviously the woes of kpmbat has not forsaken you yet? Why? Because you're warrior spirit isn't one of physical prowess. It is not of duty of honor. It is simply love. And love is the most powerful energy of all. Love for life,love for being,and the perseverance of it despite of the world around you. You study hard,love hard,and even play hard. You have the soul of a champion,regardless of frivolous titles given by gods. You are a beautiful soul. Inside and out. You worry of others before yourself,you always put others before you. Even when it's hard to. You stuck at my side,even when You had every right to leave. But here,you remain. I'm obviously doing something right my dear. I know that the dark clouds of your mind get to you,but they too will pass. And that beautiful bright glow from you will shine once again. Even now as i look at your tear soaked face,red,and all full of sorrow."

You couldn't help but giggle at that,he always knew exactly what to say.

Shang continues as he sits beside you,comforting you the best way that he could.

"My darling,i simply adore you,all of you. Even the messy parts as you said. Hell I'm messy myself, *chuckles* I'm a sorcerer of soul magic and dark arts after all. But even a devil such as i can appreciate a flower that blooms in adversity. It is the most beautiful,and the most colorful and bright. And no matter what your mind may tell you,your soul never lies. Just as you have been there for me,i will be there for you. And you are deserving just as much as any other. Even more so as I'm concerned. And you are already worthy. Words fail me to truly encapsulate how my heart feels for you. But what i adore the most is your company,simply put. I admire your presence,your existence is enough. But i prefer it more when you're filled with innocent wonder,joyful laughter,and full of life and love. A hunger for knowledge and a pursuit for purpose. Your strive for perfection isn't the way. What is, my love,is the strive to be better than you were yesterday. But if words are not enough to show you i indeed love you. Than perhaps this would suffice..."

Shang tsung then placed his hand upon your cheek,and kissed you passionately. With all the yearning and intensity that ached in his heart to soothe the storm in yours.

All melted away,no more worry,all doubt ceased. All that was. Was you and him. The sounds of the ocean waves crashing softly,the crickets nearby the paths end. All was calm. Your tears of sorrow turned to tears of joy. How silly you felt for doubting your lover shang,let alone yourself.

Of course he loved you. And he loved you in his own way. As did you.

You both sat and talked a few more hours in the teahouse over some tea. Laughing at old stories,on occasion making flirtatious comments,thus leading into a spicier moment. And you both fell asleep soundly in the teahouse.

By morning you awoke to being wrapped only in shangs silk robe.

He with just his silken pants and hair pulled back. Sat at the opening,doors slid open. The warm summer sun outside,hot but ocean air came through the teahouse so it was cool enough.

You just sat there admiring the view. Of both your lover,and the sea. You went over to sit next to him. And layed you head on his shoulder.

He kissed your forehead. And as you both gazed at the ocean. All of your troubles were gone,you were ready to take on anything the day offered you.

Shang helped make you stand proud and firm in who you are. And for shang? Well you get to see his softer side,not many get that chance. How lucky are you?

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This was highly self indulgent. Sorry if it's longer than what i originally planned. But i got so sucked in as i was writing it.

Again no matter if others also self ship with shang, i know that my self ship is unique. And i gotta remind myself that and not be discouraged by this. And i love writing for him. And even if its very self indulgent.

I shouldn't be afraid to post my work. Even if one person likes it. Even if it gets zero recognition. I created something,and i need to remind myself. This is how i grow. Both as an artist and person. Those that matter don't mind,and those that mind dont matter,so to speak. And im glad that people do like my work. Even if its super self indulgent and specific at times.

Again sorry for rambles. Ugh.

Admin is in the feels ok?

I feel shang would want me to keep creating. And keep doing what i love. Him. Lol.

Anyways. I hope you like this. And i hope that this could cheer you up too if you're ever feeling down about yourself.

It helped me when writing it. <3

With love as always

🐍💚 -mrstsung

Hope y'all have a nice day/night.

[imavikingo]

There is something that I can’t understand and will never understand about fandom “culture”

Why EVERYTHING (or a lot of things) need to be canon or acknowledged by the actors/directors/producers to be accepted by the fandom? In specific ships?

And why when a “ship” (two characters, really) have more screentime than others/other characters aren’t in the picture anymore, people take that as a victory as see their ship as more valid and “actually canon”? And mock/harass others for it?

Also there is this thing people have been doing a lot too: Thats calling everyone that doesn’t like the ship you like names (and also calling them terms that before actually meant something awful but nowadays can be said for simply tagging the incorrect ship in a fucking post)

Canon isn’t always the norm here kid. At least when it relates to ships and scenarios. (Bc if we’re talking about characterization… yes it needs to be canon in a sense or we’re writing/making ocs out of canon characters)

Most of the more popular ships will never be canon and have never been, especially the gay ones. (See Drarry, Narusasu, Frodo/Sam, Johnlock, etc, etc)

So why suddenly we care so much about what NEEDS to be canon or not?

Why people NEED to see their ships be canon so badly?

Sure, I can be seen as a hypocrite because Ive been talking about Stucky a lot in the canon and what happened in EG, but they actually did that themselves. The directors talked about gay characters, the actors talked about Stucky. So actually it isn’t something ludicrous or anything. (I’ve never thought they would actually make the ship canon -bc that would be a big problem for them “how can you make Cap America gay!” And shit- but I thought they would at least make them still be friends or friendly or acknowledge the “bromance” and they just killed the friendship in one scene with the most ooc shit ever). In fact, I’m more annoyed by that. They assassinated Steve’s character and Bucky’s progress.

Nevermind…

Why people fight so much about ships and use terms that shouldn’t be brought into stupid shit like this?

Fandoms are supposed to be fun and to have discussions (in good faith) about the canon. What we like and what we don’t like about it.

Besides, a lot of current media are about stuff that’s been remade over and over again. So they have a lot of adaptations and you can pick and choose too, if you want.

And if you don’t like the canon? Easy! Do analysis, criticize it, write fics, do fanart, do creative shit or simply ignore it! No one is forcing you to keep on watching the show or the stuff you now hate/cant stand. That’s what Im doing at least.

Sure, I criticize some people and movies a lot and get actually annoyed by the disrespect towards/assassination of some characters, but at the end of the day I can only shrug and say “it is what it is” and leave it at that. (Meaning not giving them money for the new stuff/not watching nor caring about it and only acknowledging the old things I actually care about and like)

But I don’t insult or disrespect other people in fandom because of it. And also I don’t harass the directors or actors either, ffs.

Idk, Ive always been on the sidelines of the stuff I follow, I’ve never been on the thick of fandoms so maybe thats why I don’t understand.

And I’ve also not seen so many crazy shit (the most crazy stuff Ive seen is people calling others racists for tagging a ship incorrectly and also others inflating the tag of a ship in ao3 so their ship would be “the most popular” with most fics, in that fandom) because I actually curate what I see. I don’t like a ship? I mute, if I can’t stand a person or a ship? I block em. Simple and easy.

I’ve always drawn stuff for myself, read fics and made headcanons. Only recently I’ve been sharing stuff more openly, so maybe it’s that.

Idk.

I’m just tired of seeing discourse and people fighting over this stuff.

[drinksglue]

"stolitz is a bad ship because stolas is abusive and has power over blitz"

and that's what makes it hot, cry about it

[serenofroses]

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[onesidedradiostatic]

the #radio silence tagging problem in the hazbin fandom

said I would make a more eye-catching psa about this, here it is

**although #radiosilence WITHOUT the space is better than #radio silence with the space, I would still like to discourage it, will elaborate later

and 90% of the time, they will listen and change accordingly.

and oh yeah. about that book.

Why shouldn't #radio silence be used?

Radio Silence is the name of a book set in the heartstopper universe by alice oseman.

(which also features a canon aspec character, pictured on the right: aled last!)

and as such: #radio silence is their MAIN FANDOM tag. it is inconsiderate to flood their tag with content from another fandom, especially one as popular as hazbin hotel. but unfortunately, this is something that is already happening because of radiosilence as a ship tag.

and if you're not convinced this is something that bothers radio silence fans, here's some input from the fans themselves:

Wait, so is #radiosilence without the space still fine to use?

it's better than the mistagging of #radio silence with the space. but ONLY on tumblr, because on tumblr, we're allowed the privilege of adding spaces to tags.

I still would like to discourage it though, because for as long as this tag is popularly in use, there will constantly be people mistagging it with a space. I've done what I could to nudge people to fix their tagging but I can't constantly keep this up.

plus, on other sites such as tiktok and twitter, #radiosilence IS literally the main tag for the book because you literally can't add spaces for tags on those sites. so the radio silence book fandom is likely even more drowned out on those sites than here on tumblr because of the popularisation of #radiosilence as a tag for one-sided radiostatic.

I will not be forcing anyone to ditch #radiosilence without the space as a tag though, especially when it's already so popularly used and essentially impossible to get everyone to change it, but I encourage you to go for other options if you are willing to such as:

#onewaybroadcast

decided via a poll last month that was ongoing before #radiosilence was initially popularised, held by ChaoticAce2005 and me.

it's the tag that I always use for one-sided radiostatic and is decently used by others as well! and you won't run into any issue with clashing with the radio silence/osemanverse fandom at all this way. but again, I will not force you, all I ask is that AT THE VERY LEAST, don't tag #radio silence with the space and to nudge others to change it if they do.

please help to silence the radio silence tag!

(the tagging issue on tiktok and twitter are outside of my jurisdiction as I don't engage with hazbin on twitter and I don't even use tiktok, but if possible, it would be appreciated if anyone is able to spread the alternate tag #onewaybroadcast on those sites too to discourage flooding the radio silence book fandom! I believe the original person to coin #radiosilence has been doing work to discourage it on tiktok too, any help is appreciated!)

[hopesaheartache]

I never thought I'd be creating an new account and being active on Tumblr again after years just to talk about a new THG book, but I've shipped Hayffie for more than half my life and people on Twitter are really getting on my nerves, so I needed to vent with people I know will understand.

I have some issues with certain narrative choices in SOTR, but I expected that since I’m not a big fan of prequels, especially ones released long after the original story. I think it's very tough to write a prequel more than a decade later without some things feeling like retcons. I had the same issue with TBOSAS, but I’m good at just ignoring that kind of thing. The original trilogy will always exist, so it doesn’t really affect me that much.

But I cannot stand seeing so many people saying the new book makes Hayffie impossible and acting like they're smarter because they don't ship it.

We've always known that Haymitch had a girlfriend when he was a teenager. It's not new information.

Haymitch and Lenore Dove had a sweet, young, idealized love - that ended up being an eternal what if and could it be if Haymitch had never gone to the Games, if Lenore Dove hadn’t died, if they had been born in a better world.

But Haymitch did go to the Games. Lenore Dove did die. They were born into a terrible world.

So why would it be so wrong for him to find love again? To allow himself to be happy? To have a relationship that works within the reality he actually lives in, instead of the one that could have been?

The reason I was drawn to Hayffie years ago and the reason most of my main ships are between mature characters instead of teenagers is because I’ve always found it more interesting when two people, in later stages of life, with scars, baggage, and different experiences, still manage to learn from each other, discover new things, and allow themselves to grow.

It’s so tragic to think of someone’s life as over when they were only 16. And Haymitch’s life is already tragic enough.

What SOTR establishes as canon shows that, despite all odds, Effie and Haymitch are gentle with each other from the very beginning. Despite all the propaganda and life in the Capitol, Effie is introduced as someone involved with the Games because of the love she has for her sister, as a kind person, as someone who knows Haymitch won’t hurt her.

Despite their social and ideological differences - and all the friction between them - they spend two decades keeping each other company in a horrible environment designed to discourage any kind of bond. They still work together as a team.

Post-Mockingjay, when they have to carry the weight of all their pain, torture, loss, and war, why is it so hard to imagine that they would help each other figure out who they are in a world without the Games? That they would help each other process the pain and learn to live with some peace and hope for the days ahead? That two people who know each other so well would slowly build their slow-burn romance, allowing themselves to love and be loved?

And none of this erases the impact or the feelings Haymitch had for Lenore Dove. It's just different. Simple as that.

He may believe that geese mate for life, but in reality, he hasn’t had the same life in a very long time. And in this new life, it’s Effie who walks beside him.

[tinyfantasminha]

I don't want to keep clogging my blog with vent posts but uh... I guess this is a more general concern/observation

But it's getting real hard to stay motivated in fandom spaces when there's little compensation, and annoying occurrences are more frequent than good ones.

Mainly there's been less engagement/people showing interest in creators and their art (such as sending asks, making comments and reblogging with tags) and MORE parasocial interactions. This goes for both artists and writers.

Over this year I've noticed a vast disinterest within my public in general. Asks about ocs, my art, or just nice simple comments of ''I love your art'' has been getting more and more scarce. My follower number is bigger than 2-3 years ago sure and I get more likes on my posts but they are feeling more like just numbers and statistics than actual people who supposedly like my stuff.

And while people being parasocial with creators has always been a thing, I feel like it's gotten way worse... in general? People sending personal pictures out of the blue in hopes of being validated, unwanted psychological advice or assumptions about the creator without any established connection first ( <- these happened to me in the same week.) ventdump, just insensitive/lacking of common sense comments in general, unreasonable demands (mostly with writers)... I wondered at first if it was just me, but a handful of mutuals/acquaintances who are artists and writers seems to be going through it as well.

It's annoying. It's tough. It's getting exhausting. Creators pour so much of themselves into their work—countless hours, effort, and passion, all to share something meaningful or entertaining with others (and for FREE) The LEAST anyone can do is show respect, even if opinions differ. When a writer posts a fanfic, don't just say ''omg post next chapter!'', when an artist posts a drawing of their favorite character, don't just say ''omg draw (character) next!'' as if they're faceless content machines that are expected to churn out more '''content''' for you without acknowledgment, encouragement, or appreciation.

''I want to support creators but I don't know what to say and I feel intimidated by their talent so I just lurk silently :((('' I swear to you, no creator (at least not the majority) is making up an intimidating persona to discourage you from interacting with them. They WANT your comments. A single ''I love your art/writing/videos'' or even something as silly as ''I want to eat your art'' is enough to keep a creator sighing dreamily for WEEKS. It doesn't have to be deep! It's heartfelt and that's what it matters!! (Just remember to keep it relevant and thoughtful... It takes just a bit of common sense NOT to comment things like ''this looks like (another character)'' or ''this but with (another unrelated ship/character/show)''. No one wants to hear comparisons or unrelated ideas when they’ve poured their soul into something.)

In fact, the ''I like your art but I think you're intimidating'' feels more hurtful than flattering. It makes me feel like I'm doing something wrong, acting wrong. 💀

If you love that fanfic that changed your brain psyche forever and want to gush about it, go tell the writer. If you loved so much a piece of art that you saved it a million times in your phone and can't stop thinking about it, go tell the artist. Push away the ''they probably won't care about my comment/it won't make a difference'' thoughts. DO IT NOW. You won't know when they might go inactive forever or deactivate. You can't know if that is the last piece they will ever post. Make sure you show appreciation to creators NOW, while they are still here. While they're still not being replaced by AI.

[bogleech]

I am thinking once again about plausible speculative mammals that would weaponize their parasites, and in my mind, one of them would live in North America alongside skunks and porcupines, completing a long overdue trifecta of funny woodland critter with a deeply unpleasant defensive strategy. CLOCKWISE: 1) A very large rodent that has its own alarmingly large fleas, like the real life fleas of mountain beavers. Most of its body is hairless with thick, wrinkled skin that discourages flea activity, so they're left with no choice but to concentrate in its big, bushy tail. A high concentration of blood vessels in the tail keep the fleas fed, and a low concentration of nerves keep them from being too irritating. When this animal gets upset it curls the tail over itself, spreading its fur so wide that the fleas feel exposed. Parting the fur of a wild animal is incidentally a surefire way to get a bunch of fleas jumping ship to you and immediately biting you. Now look at this mountain beaver flea next to a more normal size flea and imagine the pain:

2) A big ground-dwelling cousin of the silky anteater. A combination of long, course, tightly interwoven hairs and a thick underlying layer of fluff are impenetrable to most pests, but a bald patch of thick leathery skin on its back is an ideal attachment point for its specialized ticks, kind of like right whale callosities and whale lice. The anteater can sweat a thick, suffocating grease from this area that forces ticks to let go and scatter in search of another attachment point (LIKE YOU!!!! Leave wildlife alone!!!). Maybe It has pouchlike hairless underarms to serve as refuges for even more ticks, or ticks in their juvenile stage? If they co-evolved closely enough, the ticks could have developed an instinct to migrate up to the back only with their final molt. Maybe they're even as neurotoxic (to other animals) as Australia's paralysis tick? Maybe the ticks are also brightly colored, so predators can tell at a glance to stay away. 3) A desman-like animal, but maybe it's a marsupial or even a monotreme? I feel this one would have an unconventional symbiote; like how beavers have the only fur-dwelling beetles, sloths have their own moths and hairless bats have their own skin-dwelling earwigs. None of those examples, however, are parasites! As far as we know, all three of those insects just chill on those animals and possibly clean them. So what if this one had fur dwelling blister beetles? Blister beetles are a huge diverse group of beetles whose defensive secretions can severely burn skin, and accidentally ingesting a blister beetle can be deadly to even large mammals like horses. This guy's matted wool would be thick enough near the skin to shield it from its own insects, keeping them in the matted outer fluff, where they would maybe feed on whatever sustains beaver beetles (we actually aren't 100% sure! We just know it isn't blood!). If you make this thingy angry, it curls up like a pangolin, and anything that keeps messing around with the big hairball is probably going to keep pissing off, damaging or accidentally eating the worst beetles to ever do anything of those things to.

I also want to say I didn't think of names, but if one or all of these existed I wouldn't want them to get names like "tickbacked antsloth" or anything like that. They'd deserve their own original words like squirrel or fox or bear. But I think it should sound as nasty as they are to mess with. Like a vlykus or a thobb or a snentch. Probably any of these could be a snentch maybe. Nobody tell me if that's already an urbandictionary word for something worse, let me have snentch.

[theunsinkableship1]

CONFOUNDING FEELINGS, HANGOVER & WHIPLASH

Yesterday, the fandom was overwhelmed and overjoyed by the long-awaited interactions and photos of Luke and Nicola together.

Many who had left the ship found themselves drawn back in, unable to resist the sheer magnetism between them. Even journalists and casual observers took note, their undeniable bond, their effortless chemistry, their natural ease. It was palpable. It was REAL.

But of course, this "bundle of joy' as Mona Kosar Abdi as described couldn’t last forever in these tumultuous seas. Just as we were basking in the glow of their interactions, Nicola posted a photo with Luke, tagging him and captioning it: "That’s my buddy right there."

To that, I say, of course, Nicola, we never doubted that. Funny enough, my brain read it as “That’s my hubby right there.” But to each their own. She is truly hilarious.

And then, in a curious move, she followed on Instagram the long-presumed, now presumably publicly acknowledged girlfriend. Well well well , I thought she wouldn’t touch that with a 10 foot pole. Even more intriguing? The follow was reciprocated. Why now, after all this time? What has changed?

Given the timing, right after their highly analyzed and overwhelmingly affectionate public reunion, it could be an attempt to reinforce the "just friends" narrative they’ve been pushing lately.By following her, Nicola might be signaling that there's no bad blood, easing tensions, and discouraging further speculation.

The SAG Awards had the fandom and even casual observers buzzing about their chemistry. This move might be a way to counterbalance that a not so subtle effort to diffuse speculation before it spirals further.

Something might have changed behind the scenes. Maybe Nicola and Luke had a conversation, and this was a goodwill gesture on her part. Alternatively, it might not be about Luke at all, perhaps Nicola and the presumed girlfriend have had some form of interaction that led to this.

If Nicola and Luke are working to maintain a particular public narrative, this follow could be part of that strategy. It’s a small but significant action that makes it harder for people to claim animosity or hidden tensions.Given that Luke’s presumed girlfriend also followed back, this might have been coordinated or at least mutually understood.

The timing makes it impossible to ignore, especially when paired with the fact that Nicola had never done it before, despite all the previous speculation.

This move feels less like an organic change in dynamics and more like an attempt to frame the narrative in a specific way. It’s too perfectly timed to be purely coincidental. Whether it’s meant to provide cover, show grace, or hint at a deeper story remains to be seen. But as always with Lukola, actions speak louder than words, and their body language at the SAG Awards told a much different story than this follow does.

We can all take our best guesses, but ultimately, we are in the dark about what’s really going on.

That being said, it’s not that surprising in fact that is the narrative that Lukola has been pushing lately. Maybe it’s their truth now.

And do I believe them? Let’s just say this: Publicly, I will. Because I try to respect them as much as I can in this predicament and because I cherish their bond.

But privately? I’m a die-hard Lukola. It will take far more than this to make me stop believing in what I’ve seen, not just through the years, but especially after witnessing them together again. Maybe this is why we don’t see them together often. Because when they are? It’s a lot. It’s overwhelming, even for those just watching.

And if you don’t understand what I mean? Just look at people’s reactions when they interact. It’s not normal. It’s something so special that it transcends the screen.

Honestly, if I were one of the significant others, I would be extremely worried. Of course, we can’t know what’s truly going on in their other relationships, but from an outsider’s perspective? There is a lot to be insecure about.

And let’s be clear about one thing, I don’t know but for me were not just friends. That is a secret de Polichinelle, something that has been an open secret all along. But for whatever reason they described themselves as such lately. Ok then! Please don’t say that we are crazy, our love could be blind, but I doubt that it’s also deaf and if you don’t get what I mean maybe you shouldn’t dismiss things easily. The idea that those of us who have followed this closely, who have connected the dots, tracked the patterns, analyzed the timelines would fabricate this for our own amusement or out of delusion? That’s deeply mistaken.

Sure, some theories might sound wild, but there is a real foundation beneath it all. Far too many inconsistencies for everything to be dismissed, too much smoke for there to be no fire. Thus, the cycle continues.

If they believe what they’re saying, then so be it for now. Ultimately, I think that they know what’s best for them.

Everything will unfold in time. They must have their reasons, and I don’t doubt that.

But one thing I do believe is that for their sake, we should support their friendship. If nothing else, that has always been the solid, concrete foundation they can build upon. No matter what happens, their connection is something worth preserving, something worth protecting.

And here, in this little corner of the internet, I’m still keeping faith. I’m still willing to wait.

Because if there’s one thing these recent events have proven, it’s this: Hope is still alive.

As Nischelle Turner said: " I love a happy ending, I need a happy ending.”

Tighten our grip and stay the course. This is a long journey.

[cherrycranes]

Finally Home (Paul Montague x Fem!Reader) [+18]

Pairing: Paul Montague x female reader Summary: You just moved to your new home with your husband Paul, but... There is no bed!... Not a problem for him, though. Word count: 3,037 Contents: (Minors DNI) Unprotected sex, outdoor sex, body worship, tit sucking, praise. Author's notes: Made with my dear bestie @fuckiingloser, I LOVE Paul Montague, my underrated husband. He's so special to me, he came to my country y'all. Anyway, hope you like this, I'm pretty sure it's the only Paul fic out there lol.

In the vicinity of Las Damas Street of the city and port of Vera Cruz, near the cathedral that you had not yet visited but definitely needed to, was a beautiful hacienda-style house that awaited the arrival of the rest of your furniture. 

Your husband, Mister Paul Montague, had not anticipated a setback like this. You had just arrived that morning at your new house after spending a few weeks at the inn. The ship that had brought your heavier entourage all the way over from England had been quarantined on the dock. Thus, nothing was allowed on land, including your futons, dining table and chairs, and most inconveniently, your bed.

"Forty days, my love. That is how long we will not have our belongings." Paul greeted you with a soft embrace despite his discouraging words. He had just returned from speaking with the port authorities, wearing his much lighter outside clothes fit for the hot Mexican climate. 

"Forty? Oh, darling, that's too long!" You exclaimed in a sweet worry that Paul found so endearing. "We should buy replacements..." You added immediately after, taking the words right out of his mouth. He smiled fondly. If Paul found you so pleasing when you were worried and damsel-in-distress-like, he found you utterly perfect when you came up with solutions to rescue yourself.

"Indeed, my love. But I'm afraid we will have to wait until tomorrow… It's getting quite late and the shops must be closing as we speak." Paul said softly with a hand caressing your cheek, the other one pulling you closer to him by the small of your back.

"Then where do we sleep tonight? We have no bed, no futons..." There was his sweet damsel again, giving him a feeling of adoration that burned slowly from his chest. You could have gone back to an inn perhaps, but all the local places most likely had no vacancy available, it was docking season after all. And somebody had to watch the house and your smaller belongings.

"Well... We have bedsheets, blankets, and pillows... Perhaps we can improvise a campsite in our bedroom for the night." He offered softly with that warm smile of his that sent butterflies flying in your stomach. No matter what happened, Paul was always the optimistic one and you admired him greatly for the positivity... Even if you were usually the opposite. 

“On the floor, Paul… Really?” You questioned him, trying to gauge if he was serious or just trying to make you laugh with a joke.

His smile, gentle and persuasive, and the way he took your soft hand in his to guide you through the doors and onto your balcony made the realization sink in. The sky was a perfect mix of pink and orange, and a sweet, cooling summer breeze blew through your hair. Paul lifted your hand to his mouth and placed a soft kiss on its back.

“What if we slept out here, love?” He posed. “The weather is beautiful tonight, and so is the view… Almost as stunning as you, my love…” He tried to sweet talk you, beautiful blue eyes looking into yours with unadulterated love and making you blush, really trying to sell you on the idea of just living a little and not taking life so seriously. 

“As long as we have each other that is all we need… To hell with a bed as long as I have my bride… What do you say?” He then gave you a big smile of adorably crooked bottom teeth and a loving squeeze to your hand. And that actually worked. You laughed, giving in.

“Fine!” You proclaimed with a big smile, earning the same from him.

“Wonderful…” Paul said happily, eyes lighting up. He pulled you in for a quick soft kiss to celebrate. “You go get ready for sleep and I will set it all up, it will be magnificent…” He promised, and you, infected with his joy, nodded with a sweet smile, ultimately grateful that a man so sweet was yours forever.

You retreated to the bathroom, Paul had been rather picky with the choice of house, he made sure to get one with running water just to give you the best of the best. And it was already proving to be useful. You washed up, cleaned your face from the light makeup you wore, took all the pins out of your hair, and took off your jewelry, all except your wedding ring, which had not been off your finger since the wedding.

One by one, you removed all the light layers of your summer gown and slipped into a beautiful, white sheer nightgown that you so happened to know Paul adored, before heading out to see the sleeping arrangements your creative husband had prepared for you tonight.

You were aware of his resourcefulness, how he always made wonders out of the plainest things, and tonight it was not the exception. Your eyes widened when you saw your new, metal-fenced balcony transformed into a romantic vision of candles, plush blankets, and fluffed pillows carefully layered into a cozy bed under the sky full of stars. A scene pulled straight out of a dream. 

“Paul… It’s beautiful…” You whispered, walking out and seeing him lighting a candle. Your wonder at the beautiful campsite mirrored his own when he took in the sight of you, his pale blue eyes widened like the first time he saw you in your nightgown.

“Nowhere near as beautiful as you, my wife…” He spoke so softly it felt like poetry. He set down the candle and went straight to envelop you in his arms, looking down at your face intently, as if he was trying to photograph you in his memory forever. He leaned in to give you a sweet, passionate kiss, his hand cupping your cheek.

“I love you like this… So fresh-faced… You are truly a natural beauty…” He cooed against your lips, feeling you become flustered at his sincere compliments. Paul was so unbelievably sweet and tender, still an adjustment after the failed courtships with selfish men before him who only saw you as a bargaining chip or an obligation. Paul loved and cared for every single thing about you, inside and out. He loved you, he wanted you, he sought you, and made sure to give you everything he could. And you could not help but be madly in love with him for it.

He took your hand and kissed it as it was his favorite habit, and guided you down onto your makeshift bed for the evening. The missing furniture was not as missed as you found out just how comfortable the fort was. You laid back against the plush pillows and looked up at him, his eyes trailing over your body in the sheer nightgown. He was always a gentleman, but the barely covered softness of your silhouette always turned all his softness into hunger. 

Your eyes invited him closer, well aware that you hadn't made love in days due to the hassle and stress of settling down in a different country. But now, most things had been solved, and it was the first night in your new home… And you both needed to…

“Join me love…” You whispered sensually, patting the blanket next to you. His eyes widened with lust and he dropped to his knees slowly, lured in by the siren song of your beauty and your voice. 

He bent over and hovered on top of you, face to face. His crystal blue eyes gazing lovingly into yours. His fingertips danced over your thigh, across the lousy fabric of your nightgown, and sent shivers through your whole body and straight to your core.

His touch never stopped feeling magical since the very first time. His hand, now very familiar with your shape, trailed up over your hip, your stomach, and eventually, they found the edge of your nightgown. The fabric caressed your shoulder goodbye as he pulled it down, leaning in to kiss the now-exposed skin like you were sacred.

Soft, pink lips took his precious time with you, leaving no inch of your shoulder and neck untouched. You closed your eyes and moaned softly, relishing in the sensual pleasure. He reached up carefully, fingers untying the string over your chest that held together your nightgown. 

Your eyes fluttered open, just in time to witness him pulling the gown open and exposing your breasts and hardened nipples to the moonlight. He leaned in, placed a soft peck onto the pebbled nipple then swirled his warm tongue over it, feeling and tasting every texture. 

“Oh, Paul…” You whispered breathlessly, desire coursing through your veins and making your heart pump faster. He looked up into your eyes, smiling before taking your nipple into his awaiting mouth.

Both your sight and touch delighted, your hand found his soft brown locks and gripped them just as delicately as he sucked your flesh. He flicked his tongue over the sensitive bud reverently. He loved your breasts, he always had. Improper thoughts of opening your gown and peppering kisses over your bosom had invaded his mind pretty much from the start. And now that he could actually do it, with no societal rules and protocols to stop him, he felt in paradise. So he took his time, enjoying every second like it was the last. 

After a few minutes, he shifted over to the other breast to give it the same treatment. You moaned softly for him.

“I would do this all night if you let me…” He husked to the sensitive skin of your nipple, barely taking a break from his ministrations. His fingers rolled the other one gently, to not leave you untouched for a single moment.

You moaned even louder, slight pinching pain quickly mixing with pleasure along with his sweet praise. Paul’s cock twitched, already begging for you in the confines of his trousers.

He pulled back enough to admire your pleasure-affected face and your eyes full of complete devotion and lust. This desire couldn't be ignored any longer. Slowly, he took hold of the edge of your gown and peeled it off your body, up over your thighs, stomach, and then up over your head. 

You got shy, completely exposed to not only your husband but also to the night breeze and the bright full moon above. Paul’s gaze drank you in, every detail of your beautiful body caressed by the cool, slightly salty air of the Mexican coast that sent goosebumps all over your skin.

“What if somebody sees us, my love…” You whispered with ingrained modesty yet with a great spark of desire. The bars of the balcony, a beautiful blacksmith piece with intricate swirls, did very little to conceal the two of you. Anybody could walk by the street below and see or hear you at such an intimate moment…

Paul smiled understandingly at your worries but was quick to calm your nerves as usual.

“Let them see… It's nothing shocking... Just a man... Making love to his beautiful wife on his own balcony.” And once again, he had done it. You nodded, shaking away any doubt and letting the pure love and devotion you had for him take over.

He leaned in again, laying over you and moving in for another kiss, much needier than the previous one. Your arms wrapped around him lovingly, pulling him closer as your tongues melted together with searing hot desire.

If anybody heard or saw, they would only feel envious of the passion and devotion shared between you and your husband.

Finally, you came up for air after a little while, your minds already turned into a big swirl of mutual lust. 

“Tonight's all about you…” He purred to you, his voice soft like velvet against your ear.

Paul pulled back and shed his shirt off, tossing it aside onto the mostly empty bedroom. His smooth, toned body, accustomed to travel and adventure called you in, your fingertips running over the hair that trailed from his lower stomach.

He smirked down at you, giving you just what you wanted, first discarding his belt then his trousers, letting them join his shirt. His hard cock strained against the fabric of his briefs and got a shy lip bite from you.

Despite the many nights and mornings spent in bed with him, you still got quite flustered at the erotic sight. Such a carnal, passionate reaction that was all for you. Because of you. Paul truly made you feel desired, wanted and needed. The most beautiful woman in the world.

Just as quickly, he shed the last layer covering him, his hard, throbbing member bouncing free from the restraints of his briefs. You moaned softly at the sight.

The tension thickened in the air and overpowered the sea salt scent. Paul leaned back over you, his naked body covering yours.

“Ready?” He whispered softly, searching for any sign of doubt in your eyes and finding none.

“Always with you…” You whispered back, earning that beautiful smile of his. He shuffled gently, positioning himself between your legs.

The needy tip of his cock nudged your wet folds then parted them, pushing his hips forward. Your breath hitched and your mouth fell open, Paul slid into your warmth so easily thanks to all his attention on your body.

“Paul…” You whimpered, clinging to him and looking into his beautiful eyes. The mere act of holding each other’s gazes, watching each other submit and writhe in pleasure at each other's doing was just as intimate as having him deep inside. 

Paul groaned as well, shutting his eyes for a moment, relishing in the pleasure of how tight and warm you felt around him.

“My love… you feel like heaven…” He panted, soft kisses peppering your neck as his hips pushed even deeper.

You moaned loudly, taking every inch with ease. Paul nibbled and sucked on the sensitive skin of your neck, in return, you clawed gently at his back. He filled you completely, allowing you to adjust for a moment before moving into you rhythmically. 

“Oh, Paul…” Even when you had him this close and this deep inside, your moans were still so full of longing. Your entire mind only had space for thoughts of him. “I love you, Paul…” 

“I love you more… ” He whispered into your ear like a prayer, his hips moving harder and picking up an intense pace that made your eyes flutter closed in overwhelming pleasure.

At that moment, only you and Paul existed in the whole world. 

His plump, rosy lips kissed up your neck until he reached your mouth, muffling your increasingly louder moans with a burning hot kiss. His thrusts never stopped, maintaining their fervor but suffering the effects of the intensity.

“I won’t last much longer…” He confessed to the softness of your lips. 

“I won't either, please… deeper…” You begged, aware of the little push you needed to get over the edge.

“Anything for you…” Paul promised with harder and faster pumps, the sound of skin slapping almost as loud as your moans.

Your warm, velvety walls clenched around his hard cock with abandon. Paul reached places you never imagined having and hit spots inside you that made you see Heaven. A strong, beckoning orgasm started to build in you much sooner than expected.

A glance at his face revealed the effort he was putting in to hold back his own climax. As usual, you always came first. In every sense.

“Come for me, my love...” He urged gently, lips ghosting over yours, gazes connected. His voice dripped with pleading sweetness.

“Yes-yes-Paul…” You babbled with a brain that barely functioned. The familiar burn in the pit of your stomach set the stage for what could come at any second now.

“Together…” He whispered delicately into your lips, joining you in a final, passionate kiss. His tongue slid against yours slowly, carnally. 

You held him tighter, moaning into his mouth as your orgasm hit you completely. Your thighs shook uncontrollably around his hips, your nails raked across the skin of his back and your tight, wet cunt milked him dry.

Out of all the nights shared with him in your fairly new marriage, nothing had felt quite like this one. It had been especially different. Borderline spiritual in mind and body. As if every bit of you and every bit of him knew that, finally, this was your house, your home.

Now you made the rules, and you could do anything you pleased. Making love in your home, so exposed and vulnerable on the balcony in the open air yet trusting each other completely…

Paul truly was your soulmate.

He wrapped his arms around you, keeping you close for the descent. He buried his handsome face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent and placing light feather kisses to help you come back to yourself. 

“I love you…” He whispered between kisses to your neck, over your cheek, and back to your lips. Sky blue eyes bearing into yours with a devotion so intense it touched your soul.

“I love you more…” You replied, cupping his cheek in your soft palm. His heart melted and his cheeks flushed a tender shade of pink. No matter how many times you had said it to him, it always felt like the first time.

“Thirty-nine more nights of this…” He whispered, moving to settle next to you, pulling you close to his chest and taking a moment to gaze at your surroundings: the glowing candles, the beautiful starry night sky, the palm tree leaves that rustled quietly with the breeze and finally, his beautiful wife. He smiled tenderly, admiring your face. 

“I'd spend a million nights out here on this balcony as long as it’s with you…” You admitted, looking deep into his devoted, loving eyes.

You leaned in for one last kiss before moving to lay your head on his warm, bare chest. The sound of his heartbeat lulled you to sleep, aided by the post-climactic exhaustion.

No matter where you were in the world, beds or not, as long as you were with Paul… You were home.

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[ranikyani]

The Richmond Archives 🏛️ II [J-R]

A collection of fics centered around Terry Richmond as a main character, exploring different stories, relationships, and adventures.

💌: Make sure you read warnings before engaging + Take care of yourself while reading, mwah💋

🏡: Return to Daddy's Library or…

💬 Readers Remember: Supporting our writers goes beyond just liking a post! Yes, likes are cool but comments/reblogs and kudos can be incredibly meaningful and make a huge difference! Many talented writers feel discouraged by the lack of engagement and recent foolishness, so let's uplift them by showing appreciation for their work. Don't make our favs beg for a crumb of attention!

✍🏾 Writers, this is a work in progress... but if anything needs to be changed or removed immediately pls lmk.

Status: Completed 🏁 - Ongoing📝 - Hiatus ⏸️

Length: Drabble✨ - OneShot 🎯 - Series 📚 - MiniSeries ⏳ - Universe 🌎

Note: Summary will be provided for stories without one included. If anything should be changed pls lmk. I haven't read 1/2 these fics yet… will continue to update summaries/emojis as I make progress.

J

Jaded 📝⏳

Summary: in which you decide to end the toxic situation-ship you share with Terry— except this man only know how to suck you back in.

Author: @theblacklewinsky

Just Keep Breathing 🎯

Summary: Terry teaches you some important breathing techniques.

Author: @mymindisneverhere

Just One Taste 🎯

Summary: You got it really bad for your fine-ass next-door neighbor and co-worker Terry Richmond, just an unhealthy obsession for him and it was his birthday, all you wanted was to make him yours. But will he be open to you? Turns out he was just as hooked as you were.

Author: @notapradagurl7

K

Kitchen's Closed 🎯

Summary: Terry catches you in the kitchen late at night and has his own idea of a midnight snack.

Author: @avoidthings

L

Late Night Writes #1 ✨

Summary: Imagine… Terry makes you say your affirmations after hearing you speak negatively about yourself.

Late Night Writes #2 ✨

Summary: Imagine… Terry is having a hard time decompressing from work and he needs you to help him relieve some stress.

Late Night Writes #3 (pt. 1) ✨

Summary: Imagine… Terry orders you to keep quiet after constantly dealing with your smart mouth.

Late Night Writes #4 (pt. 2) ✨

Summary: Imagine… Terry orders you to keep quiet after constantly dealing with your smart mouth.

Late Night Writes #5 ✨

Summary: Imagine… Terry’s only goal is to provide you with pleasure but you test him at the wrong moment.

Author: @mymindisneverhere

Law and Order 🎯

Summary: Terry Richmond x Thick black woman!OC

Author: @nayaesworld

Lawyer!Terry ✨

Summary:...

Author: @kenshisluvrgirl

Lemons and Limes 🎯

Summary: Safe to say, maybe you shouldn’t be left alone…and you should probably listen to your husband

Author: @dc418writes

Let Me Take Control 🎯

Summary: Your fine as hell neighbor, Terry, hits you up late at night with a text. Already knowing what’s ‘bout to go down, you invite him over and get yourself ready for an unforgettable night.

Author: @megamindsecretlair

Let Me Talk 📝⏳

Summary: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Author: @theereinawrites

Let Me Teach You 📝⏳

Summary: Toxic Professor!Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Author: @theereinawrites

A Lethal Shot Of Passion 🎯

Summary: Terry Richmond x black!o.c

Author: @sillyteecup

Let's Do It 🎯

Summary: While getting ready for work Michelle gets into a make-out with her boyfriend Terry.

Author: @keyaho

Let's Make Up 🎯

Summary: Terrys been spending a lot of time helping Summer recover and you can’t help but to feel neglected and a bit jealous.

Author: @mymindisneverhere

Lick Back 🏁⏳

Summary: Terry Richmond is stationed at the Camp Pendleton Marine Corps Base where he teaches incoming soldiers close quarters combat techniques as a MCMAP instructor. While hanging with rowdy fresh blood recruits at a bar, he meets Nova, the new wife of a fellow soldier who recently moved to Oceanside from South Carolina. Nova and her husband Jordan seem close at first, but Terry knows that Jordan cheats on her every chance he gets with secret weekend trysts. When Nova becomes pregnant and struggles to keep her marriage together, Terry steps in to cheer her up from Jordan's indifference. But he unintentionally embarks upon an illicit affair with Nova that turns his life upside down.

Author: @uzumaki-rebellion

Licking The Bloodstains From Your Alter 🎯

Summary: Terry Richmond x black!o.c

Author: @sillyteecup

Lipstick Stains 🎯

Summary: Terry finds himself fully immersed in a woman who frequently visits the coffee shop he helps his sister run. Sometimes it's the littlest things that can catch your attention and hold it hostage.

Author: @simplyzeeka

Lovers Nor Friends ✨

Summary: lines always end up crossed between friends with benefits.

Author: @saturnville

Luther 🎯

Summary:...

Author: @androgynousgaz

M

Made Men 🎯

Summary: Focus on your studies, mind your manners, and stay away from that Richmond boy. Your aunt sang that same tune to you over and over again…but destiny had better plans. And In a world where most people experienced death long before love, how could you deny fate when it came wrapped in a 6’3 package with a crimson bow on top..made men made the underground world go round and yours just so happened to be a bit off its axis..

Author: @nayaesworld

Made You Fall For Me 🎯

Summary: It had been two weeks since the anniversary of Mike’s death and Terry still beat himself up over it. Tired of Terry not letting you in, you join him in the shower and show him that he has a life to lead right here and now with you. Story by @uniqueoutlierblog

Author: @megamindsecretlair

Mafioso ⏳

Summary: Terry Richmond X OC!Marina

Author: @nayaesworld

Make Me Weak 📝📚

Summary: Desperately at your absolute limit, you decide to see one last therapist to try and help with your condition. After one session, Dr. Richmond manages to put you at ease, giving you enough tools to start you on your journey. As the exploration continues, your true hope is that you don’t get burned.

Author: @megamindsecretlair

Marked 🎯

Summary: ...

Author: @hotgrlcece

Merry Christmas from the Richmonds 🎯

Summary: terry is so sexy, but he's also technologically challenged.

Author: @kenshisluvrgirl

My Favorite Dork 🎯

Summary: “You’re such a dork!”

Author: @nayaesworld

My Funny Valentine 🎯⏳

Summary: You weren’t sure if this thing with Terry could survive outside of the cabin. But Terry lures you to Atlanta for a hot, steamy getaway this Valentine’s weekend. Once you join him, he takes you on the most romantic date you’ve ever been on and delivers on every single promise he made.

Author: @megamindsecretlair

My Little Secret 🎯

Summary: living next door to the cutest six year old had some benefits.

Author: @keyaho

N

Naughty List 🎯

Summary: ...

Author: @hotgrlcece

Never Coming Home 🎯

Summary: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Author: @theereinawrites

New Year, Same Bullshit 🎯

Summary: Toxic Babydaddy!Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Author: @theereinawrites

Not So Secret Santa 🎯

Summary: Eve Dillard’s favorite holiday has lost its sparkle since a painful breakup, leaving her to navigate another lonely Christmas. But when a familiar snow globe from a secret admirer resurfaces, she’s drawn back into the past. The gift leads her to reconnect with Terry Richmond, a high school friend and long-lost crush who’s returned from military service. As their reunion stirs up old feelings, Eve is reminded of the magic of the season and the possibility of rediscovered love.

Author: @brattyfics

A Neighborly Favor ✨

Summary: In which Terry answers a call.

Author: @slippinninque

NSFW Alphabet ✨

Summary: Do you know your ABCs?

Author: @kenshisluvrgirl

O

Off the Beaten Path 📝⏳

Summary: Nivea Douglas takes Terry Richmond into her home after he saves her. Terry doesn’t want to be a burden, but Nivea insists.

Author: @nahimjustfeelingit-writes

Office Hours ✨

Summary: Professor!Terry

Author: @ripeandsoft

One Chance 🎯

Summary: Reader reconnects with her ex husband while living under the same roof.

Author: @nayaxwrites

One More Taste 🎯

Summary: You got it really bad for your fine-ass next-door neighbor and co-worker Terry Richmond, just an unhealthy obsession for him and it was his birthday, all you wanted was to make him yours. But will he be open to you? Turns out he was just as hooked as you were.

Author: @notapradagurl7

The One That Got Away 🎯

Summary: After globetrotting as a digital nomad for three years, Michaela Maxwell returns to her hometown and meets the man of her dreams in a soldier named Terry Richmond. The only problem is, dreams happen when one is asleep to the truth. In Michaela's case, she wakes up to the sad reality that Terry won't really be the happily-ever-after she desires if he cant let go of a past love.

Author: @uzumaki-rebellion

The Only One 🎯

Summary:...

Author: @miyuhpapayuh

Overnight Celebrity ✨

Summary: Pornstar!Terry x Pornstar!Reader

Author: @dxddykenn

Overtime ⌛️

Summary: it's damn near impossible to focus on his job when he's always five seconds away from committing an HR violation with his favorite employee.

Author: @kenshisluvrgirl

P

Perfect Gentleman 🎯

Summary: Terry's been the perfect gentleman, maybe a little too gentle.

Author: @theblacklewinsky

Praise In Advance 🎯

Summary: is this man a demon? he’s rough, but controlled. blink and you’ll miss it.

Author: @keyaho

Professor Richmond 🎯

Summary: College student, Aaliyah, is obsessed with her Professor and tries to use what she has to get a favor out of him during the last class of the semester.

Author: @mymindisneverhere

P.S. I Love You 🎯

Summary: You suddenly receive letters that re open the wounds of grief. But they turn out for the better.

Author: @nahimjustfeelingit-writes

Pyro 🎯

Summary: Terry Richmond tries to get revenge on the family that is said to kill his cousin Mike. After the first two failed attempts, Terry sought to finally succeed at the next attempt. After all, third time's the charm, right?

Author: @simplyzeeka

Q

Quality Time ✨

Summary: Terry and his wife having sex for the first time since their baby was born

Author: @ripeandsoft

R

Reminiscing 🎯

Summary: Terry falls in love with the reader all over again after seeing her in a dress that reminds him of when they first met. When they arrive home, he shows his appreciation.

Author: @nayaxwrites

R.E.L.L.S 📝📚

Summary: nami joins a bdsm community in hopes of finding a dominator/partner. she manages to snag Terry Richmond the most sought after and picky dominant in the community of their city.

Author: @keyaho

Richmond Inc 📝📚

Summary: When Terry Richmond, the formidable CEO of Richmond Inc., one of the world's most elite private security firms, sets his sights on recruiting Lorence as a director, he expects ambition, not defiance. She is sharp, skilled, and destined for leadership, but there is one problem. Working closer to Terry is the last thing she wants. He is intimidating, ruthless, and far too handsome for her peace of mind. He is a boss she would rather keep at a distance.

Author: @artsninspo

Ruffian 📝⏳

Summary: Ryan has been living a lonely life on her farm for a decade now. With no family to seek company from, she developed a routine with just her and her animals, something that soothed her loneliness. Until her happiness came back a little earlier than expected.

Author: @simplyzeeka

Rugged Whiskey ⏳

Summary: Terry Richmond X OC!Khia

Author: @nayaesworld

Ruined 🎯

Summary: See Ask. Story by @uniqueoutlierblog . Terry has been spending more time in the gym lately, preferring to retreat into his head like he often does. Tonight, however, you aim to take his mind off of his worries if only for a little while.

Author: @megamindsecretlair

[olderthannetfic]

Quote from a post: "the things created within fandom aren’t real - an individual fic can’t cause actual, material harm to a reader, even if it contains tropes that would be harmful or distressing if they happened in that reader’s real life; an author’s use of certain tropes or interest in certain characters is not indicative of their actual morals and values in real life; thought crimes are not real crimes - but fanfiction is produced by human beings who are themselves products of the societies and communities in which we all live, and these societies and communities all have flaws and failings.

which is to say, those of us who prefer to read male friendships as romantic do need to be aware that, no matter how enlightened on gender and its foibles we think ourselves to be, we are nonetheless influenced as modern humans by a modern tendency to discourage platonic physical and emotional closeness between men - especially straight men - on the grounds that two men having this sort of relationship is inherently queer and, in being queer, implicitly sexual [an understanding of queerness which is another powerful societal influence on our thought, even if we know we don’t agree with it.]"

Okay this is from a big post from a big fandom account here please don't speculate who it is this is not about them specifically and has nothing to do with them i genuinely respect this poster and they are nothing but a supportive space and don't have any anti-nonsense. But I wanna talk about this point that they are making "the society is queering straight friendships" which is something also the anti-fujoshi crowd is saying and honestly I can't agree with that point.

I don't think its us the people who make fandom are queering the relationships between two straight men but the patriarchal system we live under and straight men themselves are doing it to themselves. They can't show love and affection to each other lest other dudes will call them gay not because there are secret fujoshis around that sexualize them. They can be vulnerable period lest everyone calls them whiney like women. I feel like (and most of the things I say here are vibes, not facts) men having close friendships with other men are green flags, and most women are excited to see men who have exact the strong relationship that are portrayed in media.

I'm confused by this talking point to be honest. I also understand that by saying everything I said above I sort of said the same thing as the original poster. In a sense that society is the problem here and we live in a society as we know, but... idk I feel like what they say is "we live in a society where everyone by default is sexualizing male friendships" which sounds like the standard anti-fujoshi talking point to me.

And regarding the point of romantic relationships being prioritized over platonic— I feel like is a complete bullshit to be honest.

Romantic relationships are prioritized over platonic ones across the board. Straight couples leave their straight friends behind when they get further into relationship too! I don't understand this impulse to constantly talk about romantic vs platonic thing when its about queer ships, and maybe there is somewhere straight ship discourse about romantic vs plantonic but its not as big as with mlm or wlw ships.

And honestly even with this take I feel like romantic relationships are also not prioritized but rather are more encouraged. And there is difference between encouraging and actually prioritizing I think.

(I want to add here that I'm not aroace so maybe its a blindspot and from that identitys point of view the dynamics might be different)

In reality I think both are equally hard to obtain and maintain. I always felt like the fandom being so shipping focused was not about people being hellbent on romance but just the fact that good love stories are few and far between both in fiction and IRL and we can't help but try to make something at least remotely good, or interesting or satisfying.

Again, my main problems is: 1) I don't agree that romantic relationships are prioritized to that high degree over the friendships like everyone claims. 2) I don't think that every single person is actually a secret fujoshi waiting to make any straight male friendship gay. 3) Fandoms are romantic ship centric because people just want more narratively satisfying romantic stories that are underrepresented in media (or they don't get to experience it IRL) rather than they are vehemently against platonic ships.

I don't know this hopefully came out coherent.

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The person who wrote that sounds like a pretentious twatwaffle, and I am so sick of seeing otherwise reasonable people spout that crap. That's been true since the 90s and probably before.

The reality is that Western culture enshrines male friendship as the highest form of affection possible. This goes back to the Classical world. And, yes, they were probably fucking too back then, but the thing that all of the media is about is friendship.

The entire backbone of Western culture is built on the idea that men are spiritually, biologically, inherently more capable than women of this highest form of relationship. Romance is the big thing for women because we're not eligible for The Pure And Holy Friendship Between Two Men.

The epidemic of male loneliness is real, but we haven't gotten any less "Bros before hos". Fandom and m/m shipping behavior are irrelevant to this.

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Furthermore, fandom has plenty of people who don't focus on shipping.

AO3 was built by slashers, so ship type is a top-level category, and the site obviously signals that it's about shipping and particularly non heterosexual shipping since you can filter out het.

Past sites often had more metadata that wasn't around ships (e.g. FFN's genres that work like bookstore genres) and almost never let you get rid of het. You might have been able to filter in The Gay, but straight stuff was literally unmarked.

~We do need to be aware of~

Bite me.

This naggy phrase is everywhere, and nothing good comes of it.

The only thing we need to be aware of is that Blorbo is great and s/he should be mashed together with Other Blorbo. If that's in gen adventures, you do you.

[themculibrary]

Stucky Proposal Fics Masterlist

All I Ever Wanted For You (ao3) - plumeria47 G, 833

Summary: They’d agreed that this year, their first Christmas together since 1944, they would each buy three things they’d wished they could have given the other one back when they were too dirt poor – or in the middle of a war. To discourage outrageous purchases, a dollar amount had been squabbled over and eventually agreed upon.

But someone broke the rules.

(AKA: An unapologetically fluffy Christmas ficlet.)

asked and answered (ao3) - surgicalstainless T, 5k

Summary: “You should marry me, Bucky.”

“What?”

“You should marry me.” Steve said again. “Sister Eustace said that marriage is the purest form of love, and I love you more than anybody. So we should get married.”

Steve and Bucky. Five marriage proposals (and one time they didn’t have to ask).

A Very Merry Christmas (ao3) - bluejaythebeautiful T, 557

Summary: Steve did that really annoying thing where he put a bunch of smaller boxes into one really big box. Bucky’s fed up with him.

Coney Island (ao3) - janto321 (FaceofMer) G, 496

Summary: Steve and Bucky walk around Coney Island

From This Day Forward (ao3) - Politzania T, 1k

Summary: “Buck, you awake?” Bucky wasn’t even supposed to be here. Wasn’t supposed to be in officer country, much less in Steve’s tent and sure as hell not in Steve’s bed, naked as the day he was born. But Steve was right there and just as naked, so it was okay. Maybe even perfect.

History’s Gayer Than You Think (Or So MJ Says) (ao3) - lattely (orphan_account) T, 4k

Summary: Peter Parker has never witnessed a proposal. Until one day, he finds himself inches away from history building itself with the help of a ring box, when all he was up for was watching a movie.

I remember (ao3) - dizzyingly_dreamy M, 5k

Summary: He hated snow. He couldn’t remember why, but he knew that there was a deep, very stubborn hatred of snow. It seemed to run in his DNA, and no matter what angle he took, he hated snow even more than before.

For the moment, as he glared up at the sky, thick, cotton flakes drifted down towards the ground, lazily, twinkling softly in the lamplight. They were difficult to see without any light, but he could still see them, feel them in his hair, making his head feel heavy and insulated. It was strange, and he didn’t know if he liked the feeling it or didn’t. It looked light out, but that was only because the world was shrouded with thick, impenetrable clouds. There was no true darkness when the clouds were shielding them from it.

(or, Bucky manages to crawl his way back into a life he likes, and brightens up someone else’s just in time for Christmas.)

just goddamn marry me already, for fuck’s sake (ao3) - newsbypostcard E, 6k

Summary: “Do you,” Steve says, fingers newly tugging Bucky’s underwear until it starts to slide off his hips, “want to marry me, or not?”

Bucky sighs. “You know, in some circles people would consider this interrogation under duress.”

Lost and Found (ao3) - can_i_slytherin G, 5k

Summary: Five times that Steve lost something of Bucky's and the one time he found something.

Not Flying, Just Falling With Style (ao3) - twerkinshield E, 9k

Summary: In which Bucky wants a senior's discount, epic Mario Kart tournaments are had, Steve and Bucky struggle to learn modern slang, and Fury yells at everyone for scaring civilians.

Ring Pop (ao3) - LiviKate T, 2k

Summary: The first time Bucky hears about same-sex marriage, it's right after the Supreme Court decision, legalizing it for the whole nation. Funny, Steve never mentioned anything.

Strangers In The Night (ao3) - earthseraph G, 2k

Summary: He had it all planned out, you see. Ever since he was shipped off to his last tour he knew the moment he got home he was going to ask his Stevie to marry him. Simple get down on his knee, pull out ring, and ask. Then he got all fucked up.

(or: the one where Bucky loses an arm and asks Steve to marry him.)

The Wedding of Bucky Barnes (ao3) - stephrc79 T, 67k

Summary: This is the story of how an instagramming, trolling, pain in the ass got married to an equally annoying, artistic, bossy, stubborn blond oaf.

Or, you know, how one James Buchanan Barnes, Instagram Extraordinaire, married Captain America himself, one Steven Grant Rogers.

‘til you come to me (ao3) - radialarch T, 4k

Summary: “I’ll do it,” Steve says. “I’ll marry Bucky.”

(It’s because of the Russians.)

Too Long We Have Tarried (ao3) - kototyph E, 19k

Summary: Bucky picks up the ring and holds it between them. “Steven Grant Rogers,” he says solemnly. “Will you marry me?”

We’re All Made of Stars (ao3) - MoreThanAFeeling (Daretodream66) T, 21k

Summary: Bucky is studying a nebula that keeps doing something unusual and what he finds is his childhood hero, Steve Rogers. How does Bucky not fall in love with the big dork? Spoiler alert: he falls.

[miriadalia]

Things you can comment on the fanfics you love when you have no idea what to say

From what takes less time to what takes more

~show those writers your love, please!! They do it for free T-T and they deserve better

1. Emojis

You know the vibe of the fic you're reading, chose the ones that suit it better.

❤❤❤

💔💔💔

🙈🔥🔥

You may think this is kind of stupid, but trust me, it is NOT for the writer. It shows you've read until the end of the chapter and that you liked it so much that you decided to say it publicly. Your presence means A LOT.

Also, leaving kudos or votes takes literally just 1 second, what are you doing NOT doing that?? 🤨🤨🤨

2. Simple phrases

I loved it so much!!

Can't wait for the next chapter!!

This was just so good 😍

Amazing as always, keep it up!! 🙌🏼

Writing is a lonely work if you think about it. When I'm in a writer's block, just one sentence can hype me up for the rest of the day and give me the spirit I need 💪🏽

3. The emotions you felt

Yes, you DO matter. That fanfic author cares more about your opinion than your stupid ex so you better write to them instead 🧐

The plotwist was so unexpected, I'm shocked 😱

You can't end with that cliffhanger, how am I supposed to wait another week??

Excuse me, I will now lock into my room and cry all night, thank you 💔

I've read some people saying they won't comment how they felt because they feel ashamed or shy. Take it as if you were about to post a tweet or comment on a friend IG's story 👍🏻

4. One piece of dialogue/prose that really amazed you

Oof 🔥 this happened to me a few weeks ago and that comment still lives in my mind rent free. There's no better way to compliment a writer's work than to highlight something they wrote that left a true impression on you.

And it literally takes no time:

[Insert piece of dialogue], oh she didn't just say that, imma throw hands 🤬🤬

[Insert piece of a description], I could really see it with my own eyes, loved how you described it!

5. Hopes and wishes for future chapters

C'mon, you're going to comment this anyway with some of your fandom mutuals or friends, why don't let the writer know that too?? COPY AND PASTE IT ✍✍

I just need Chatacter A and Chatacter B to kiss, how long is it gonna take?? 😩

Watching that scene in [Canon series name] would have been awesome!! Maybe in future seasons 👀👀

I hope [Ship Name] don't break up in the next chapter, they are so cute 😭

6. Character discussion

Okay, we're entering deeper waters here.

But the truth is: if you love that fanfic that much is because the characters really resonated with you. So express your first thoughts without any fear:

[Chatacter Name] is so important to me, like you have no idea. All the things they went through... But they still manage to be a better person ❤

[Chatacter Name] was so forgotten in [Movie/Series Name], I'm glad they're getting the development they deserved here!

7. Scene discussion

Again, you might think the comment section is no place to start "fangirling" over the stuff you liked. But IT IS!! And the writer wants to know your thoughts on their work, especially if your opinion is all positive 💞

This will take more time, sure. But if you're going to write it anyways for other people, COPY AND PASTE AGAIN, hon!

8. How this story is impacting your fan life (or even personal life)

You don't need to overshare, but simple comments like:

Your fic has really changed the way I think about [Character Name]'s decisions, I feel like I can understand them better now.

This story has motivated me to rewatch all the episodes again 😢 the nostalgia!!!

What you did with [Character's situation] was incredible! I've been there myself and I could have not explain it better 😔

... They will be the ones the writer will remember the most, I can assure you that.

9. A simple THANK YOU

At the end of the day, fanfic and fanart creators only have your feedback to rely on when the block or discouragement hits... This is about showing appreciation to someone you may not know at all, but that has brighten your day with their creations and efforts ❤