#Do men still use messenger bags?

[leathershoulderbag-blog]

Exploring the Demographics of Messenger Bag Wearers: A Focus on Mens Leather Messenger Bags

Mens leather messenger bags have long been a staple accessory in the world of fashion, embraced by a diverse range of individuals for their practicality, style, and versatility. However, when it comes to understanding who wears messenger bags, particularly mens leather messenger bags, several key demographics emerge. Let's take a closer look at the individuals who gravitate towards these iconic accessories and why they continue to be a popular choice.

Professionals On-the-Go

One of the primary demographics of mens leather messenger bag wearers comprises professionals who lead busy lifestyles and require a practical yet stylish way to carry their essentials. From corporate executives to creative professionals, men's leather messenger bags offer a sophisticated solution for transporting laptops, documents, and other work-related items while maintaining a polished appearance.

Students and Educators

Another demographic that frequently opts for leather messenger bags is students and educators. With the need to carry textbooks, notebooks, and electronic devices to and from school or university, a durable and spacious leather laptop bag is essential. Mens leather messenger bags provide ample storage space and a timeless aesthetic that appeals to students and educators alike.

Urban Commuters

In urban environments where public transportation and walking are the primary modes of transportation, leather messenger bags for men reign supreme. Urban commuters, including city dwellers and professionals who navigate bustling streets daily, appreciate the hands-free convenience and comfort offered by leather messenger bags. The crossbody design distributes weight evenly, making it an ideal choice for those constantly on the move.

Fashion-Conscious Individuals

Beyond practical considerations, many individuals are drawn to men's leather messenger bags for their inherent style and sophistication. Fashion-conscious individuals who prioritize aesthetics seek out leather messenger bags men as a way to elevate their outfits while making a subtle yet impactful statement. The timeless elegance of leather adds a touch of luxury to any ensemble, making it a favorite among those with discerning tastes.

Outdoor Enthusiasts

While Rustic town leather messenger bags are often associated with urban settings, they also appeal to outdoor enthusiasts who appreciate their rugged durability and functionality. Whether embarking on a day hike, camping trip, or outdoor adventure, men's leather messenger bags offer a reliable way to carry essentials such as water bottles, snacks, and maps while blending seamlessly with nature.

Conclusion

In conclusion, the demographics of Rustic towln leather messenger bag wearers are diverse and varied, reflecting the broad appeal of these iconic accessories. From professionals and students to urban commuters and fashion enthusiasts, men's leather messenger bags cater to a wide range of individuals with different lifestyles, preferences, and needs. Whether for work, school, travel, or everyday use, messenger bags remain a timeless and versatile accessory that continues to captivate wearers around the world.

[fangirlmermaid]

You promised!

Summary: Reuniting with someone from the past. It doesn't go as planned.

Pairing: Logan x G!N Reader (platonic) x Deadpool x G!N Reader (Platonic)

Warning: Smoking, language, death, death threats, Angst

maybe some bad grammar and wrong punctuation.

(sorry if Deadpool isn't funny enough)

That night still haunts you, the screams echo in your ears, and the pile of your friends' dead bodies that you had to dig your way out of still makes your skin crawl. Fortunately, your ability to summon/ commune with the dead also gave you the power of immortality. 

You did everything you could to help but you were just a kid…your heart racing trying to find the one person who you thought could protect you…your kitten. Of course, he would rather be at a stupid bar than wear the stupid yellow spandex. When he came stumbling back where he found you covered in ash crying. Sadness turned into spite, how could he leave you? He promised to keep you safe! 

You couldn’t stand the sight of him…so you ran. That was the last time you saw Logan..or so you thought.

You tried to use your powers to conjure your friend's spirits but you couldn’t.

Years passed, and you lived a normal life. Until some weirdo with outdated references wearing a red spandex suit was in your apartment building lobby. He cut you off at the stairs spreading both his arms out so you couldn’t walk around him “Well hello pookie” The weirdo welcomed you as you glared at him “Do I know you?” You muttered, reaching into your messenger bag to grab something that could be used as a weapon. You were in no mood for what this ass has to say. The weirdo stood more relaxed “I’m Deadpool aka Marvel Jesus” the Spandex introduced, you raised an eyebrow “What? Marvel Jesus? What the fuck?” you wondered making Deadpool gasp at you “Oh just spit in my face! Did my peanut teach you that?! You’re too young to be speaking like a drunken sailor” Deadpool declared, clenching his nonexistent pearls. You wondered why he acted like you knew his peanut? If his friends were half as annoying as him then you doubt that you knew them.

Deadpool booped your nose making you swat his hand “My, my aren’t you a violent child” Deadpool teased, if he kept doing this Applebee's comedy night routine you were gonna need a joint. You dug through your bag, grabbed a joint from the container you kept, and lit the one in your hand. “I need your help saving the multiverse from this asshole named Paradox which is the stupidest name ever!” Deadpool announced, and you raised an eyebrow “The multiverse?” You repeated in disbelief that what this man was saying was true. You blew a cloud of smoke into Deadpool’s masked face, “as much as I would like to inhale secondhand smoke” the comedic took the joint out of your hand “I’m gonna need you to be sharp” Deadpool explained pressing the lit part of the joint on the no smoking sign. You crossed your arms “to save the multiverse?” You laughed, at this point you were expecting that you were on a prank channel.

Deadpool's whole demeanor changed “The point cupcake, is that everyone I care about will die if we don’t stop that asshole Paradox.” Deadpool was serious, there was no funny tone in it. You released a heavy sigh, ever since the fire you were done with all that heroic shit “Why me?” You wondered, he could have picked an actual crime fighter “Why you?! You’re Y/N! You were a part of Baldilock's merry band” Deadpool reminded you. The memories of when you were an X-men in training that you tried so hard to forget came rushing back, you tilt your head your eyes threw daggers at the dickhead in front of you who the fuck did he think he was making a joke about your friends.

You scoffed “it’s Deadpool, right?” You asked clenching your fists, the jackass got all giddy “Oh my god! Y/N remembers my name!” The mercenary exclaimed as if he was meeting Hugh Jackman. You grabbed him by his chest and pulled him towards you till you were inches apart “Get out of my way or I’m going to ram your head through a damn wall” you threatened beneath your breath.

Deadpool didn’t look intimidated, he looked over his shoulder “I can see why you like her, Peanut!” Deadpool yelled as if that was a queue. You heard footsteps coming down the stairs, you released the mercenary from your grip “You can thank Marvel H. Christ later” Deadpool patted you on the back before standing in front of the door that leads into the streets. Your heart sank into your stomach, Did this guy want you so badly that he brought someone with him to rough you up?!

The backup descended the stairs, and when his face came into view you froze, Your eyes glossed no, not him…anyone but him. You hoped this was just a nightmare, you kept pinching yourself hoping you would wake up in your apartment…but nothing happened, he was here.

 Logan gave you a warm smile “Hi, bub” he took a small step towards you, but you took a step back “Don’t!...don’t call me that!” your voice muttered, why would he think that it would be okay for him to call you that?! “Bu-kid, we need your help” Logan begged in a hushed tone like you were going to agree because the alcoholic asked nicely. You started to laugh “You…think…I’ll go…anywhere… with you?” You asked in between, you had to hold your stomach because you were laughing so hard. Deadpool took a step towards you two “Hi, sorry to interrupt but I’m kinda on a time crunch so can we-“ “Shut the fuck up!” You and Logan yelled in unison, Deadpool stepped back.

You looked back at Logan ”Y/N I’m so sorry” Logan apologized, you glared at him “That’s it?! That’s all you can say?! You went to get fucked up instead of being there…and all you can say is your sorry?!” You scoffed; it was like putting a band-aid over a bullet wound. It does nothing. You felt all the old feelings you tried to suppress seep through “I know and I’ll hate myself for that for my entire life” Logan admitted, you shook your head pinching the bridge of your nose to contain your emotions, trying not to cause a scene that would get the neighbors attention, “I can’t do this” you mumbled re-adjusting your messenger bag on your shoulder. 

Your eyes glossed as you tried to make it to the stairs but Logan blocked your path “Logan, please just step to the side. I don’t want to do this” Your voice cracked

“I can’t do that, Y/N”

“Just please move”

“I can’t kid” 

“Please move Logan”

“Bub, Please!”

“GET OUT OF MY FUCKING WAY!”

Tears started to run down your cheeks your fist pounded against Logan's chest “Move” you weakly repeated, he didn’t budge or fight back. You felt as powerless as you did the night of the fire. You felt like you were one big joke to the universe.

 Logan tried to wrap his arms around you but you pushed yourself away from him, “Y/N” Logan called, you didn’t let him say more of his half-ass apology “Why weren’t you there?” you wondered crossing your arms over your chest, you remembered that he went to the bar but you wanted him to admit it. The man in front of you never answered, your eyes glossed “Why weren’t you there?! I needed you and you weren’t fucking there! You promised me that you would protect me! I trusted you! I looked up to you! You were my hero!” You admitted wrapping your arms around yourself as tears ran down your cheeks once again. Logan looked like he was on the verge of tears himself “I’m sorry, I’m here now” Logan promised, You shook your head “I don’t need you now! I needed you back then! Where were you…when I needed you?” You stated you noticed some people were opening their doors. 

Your eyes met Logan “I hate you” you sniffled, and Logan's lip quivered “I wish you would kill yourself, you would be doing me and everyone else in this world a fucking favor” Your tone was emotionless, Logan was taken back even Deadpool was speechless. You were emotionally drained, this time you successfully pushed past Logan and ran upstairs to your apartment.

You slammed the door Bang! You threw your bag on the ground and jumped into your bed shoving your face into your pillow to muffle your cries. You hate him. You hated that you trusted him. You wished you never met him. 

Back in the Lobby

Logan kept staring at the stairs silently hoping that you were going to come back down, hoping that you had a change of heart and the two of you could start over, a single tear escaped down his cheek. 

Wade stepped towards the Wolverine, “Why didn’t you tell her that those sons of bitches could fix your shit?” the mercenary wondered, Logan wiped away his tear before looking at that red fucker “They’ve been through so much…I didn’t want to get their hopes up. It’s not like they would believe me anyway” Logan admitted Wade placed his hand over his heart “Aw look whose heart grew three sizes” Wade mocked, making the Wolverine glare at him. Wade internally panicked, he needed Logan since he was an anchor beam and it’s not like this Logan could start fresh with the Y/N from his universe since they're dead. Meaning that Wade had to come up with something and fast.

Wade groaned making Wolverine snap his head toward him “This is the worst episode of Dr.Phil ever!” Wade whined. Wade grabbed Logan “You stay here and I’ll go talk to your precious Y/N who left like they were about to cut their hair, okay Peanut” Wade explained, surprisingly Logan agreed. Wade skipped towards the stairs. Wade saw some neighbors snooping “Yes children it’s Moi. Nothing to see here” Wade assured, he was about to introduce the peepers to Baby Knife but the peeping toms got the hint and closed their doors.  

As Wade reached Y/N’s apartment he tried to figure out how to persuade them to join him and his Peanut. He needs them to say yes so he can save his family.

[pupyuj]

sudden thought abt a stripper au,, like dom stripper reader and nerd (loser<3) virgin yujin.. yjn friends convincing her to go after exam week and yn having a weak spot cause yujin was so easy to get flushed arrrghg😩

im making this g!p IDCCCC IT'S SO PERFECTJDBCKFFJ YUJIN 🤤🤤🤤 idk how strippers operate so i kinda just .. did anything 😭😭😭😭😭😭 but thank you for this ask anon i was smiling the entire time writing it dkfnjfkdj

yujin really didn't wanna go there 😭 sure exam week ended but she still had lots to worry about, and the concept of having to 'unwind' and 'relax' just simply didn't exact to an overachiever like her, so she was pretty much fighting her friends about the whole thing until she finally caved in cuz she's spineless after all WHAT A LEWSERRRR 🤣🤣🤣 gaeul walking yujin through what she should do once she arrived at the club over the phone while yujin herself was otw there 😭 yujin asking a bunch of stupid questions and nearly choking on her spit when gaeul told her to 'get her virgin dick sucked dry by a hot girl'... she wasn't exactly a prude but god sometimes gaeul can be so... vulgar...

yujin stepping inside the club with her stupid glasses, academic decathlon varsity jacket, and a messenger bag that had a book inside.. who the fuck reads at a club???? her face immediately scrunching up at the sight of men, the smell of sweat and alcohol, and— oh god... there you were in the distance.. dancing in a sparkly dress that was too short, your lacy lingerie showing just a little bit to get the crowd riled up, smiling and winking as the losers at the bottom of the stage throwing bills at you... yujin was so hard.

JSJDNDKFJF YUJIN RUSHING TO THE BATHROOM, LOCKING HERSELF UP IN A STALL AND CONTACTING GAEUL 😭😭😭 gay panicking to the max, babbling about the prettiest girl she has ever seen and refusing to leave the stall and 'seize the moment' like gaeul was saying bcs of her hard on 😭 gaeul basically bullying yujin to fucking go back out there and try to catch your attention 😵‍💫 and yknow what... she does! there you were, doing what you do best on stage when you suddenly take notice of this unbelievably cute girl staring dumbly at you, her mouth slightly agape and legs closed tightly which of course you knew what that meant.. and usually you would grimace bcs you hated perverts but this girl was just too adorable to hate 😩😩

yujin's glasses being halfway down her nosehdjfhfkf, she was practically drooling and nearly suffered a heart attack when you winked her way. clutching onto her bag for dear life, which she used as a cover for her cock bcs goddamn she has never been this hard before... how can she even leave her seat without being noticed??! sjdbfkdkc yujinnie feeling overwhelmed by what you did to her body, and also the stench of men all around her so she runs for the bar bcs at least there wasn't a lot of people there :(( but you still watched her, and she still looked at you and god you were basically eyefucking each other yujin could have come in her pants right there 😭😭😭

omgomgkmf inviting yujin to a private room after your little performance ,, the loser almost literally shaking in her boots when she saw you sitting near the edge of the bed, already looking at her like you want to eat her whole... one leg crossed over the other, wearing a different dress this time but it wasn't any less slutty than the last,, yujin felt like she was losing her mind,,,

"figured you'd be cuter up close," were the first words you said to her, raising your chin and scanning her up and down. omg yujin could explode,,, timidly settling down next to you when you invited her, having to scoot closer bcs she sat far away 😭 "i'd like to know your name, darling." KHSDKBK yujin barely uttering a word but thankfully enough you were used to people biting their tongue around you so you understood her immediately .. patting her thigh and telling her to relax,, climbing onto the bed and coming up behind her,,, taking off her bag, slowly pulling off her jacket, coming close to her ear.. breathing down her neck while she leans back into you,, oh she was helpless, and now she couldn't hide her boner,, not when you were literally cupping it in your hands, chuckling softly in her ear when she whimpered,,

poor baby has never had her cock touched by anyone before :((( so she couldn't help but want more :(( "aw, baby, you need a lot of help, don't you? look how hard you are..." you were saying, watching as her dick grew and grew inside her pants sjdbffjfjjf making her take off her pants only,, the sight of this girl's big cock poking through her boxers, stained with precum, did things to your body but you had to be professional... after all, you couldn't just give your body away for free 👀

"ah, right. i'm still at work," yujin nearly whined when you separated from her and left the bed . standing in front of yujin, who was breathing heavily, fogging up her glasses, hair kind of a mess around her face but she was still the cutest thing you have ever seen 😩😩 "one rule: no touching, yet. be good and i'll reward you handsomely, yujin-ssi, deal?" you asked as you unzipped your dress . yujin nodded desperately, and you could swear you could just reach over and pinch her cheeks . but no, you had a job to do! 😤

yujin's jaw dropping slightly when your dress slid down your body, leaving you in your lingerie that gave yujin many many thoughts... thoughts of her ripping that bra off your body and feeling your tits in her hands, very vivid thoughts of her pulling your panties to the side and fucking your ass,, but no touching, you said... and yujin could definitely be a good girl, for now! 😏

the big loser staying frozen in her seat while you danced around her 😭 she kept her hands tucked underneath your thighs, doing everything in her power to bite down a moan as you pushed your ass against her bulge.. she was feeling dizzy... she could now see why gaeul loved these kinds of things so much 😵‍💫 turning around and straddling her, hands all over her toned body while you grinded your pussy on her cock... you couldn't resist holding the girl's face and kissing her, which you didn't normally do considering your customers didn't behave half as well as she did 😳😳 she was a good kisser too.. bravely pushing her tongue inside your mouth, actually making you moan.. then you're leaving kisses on her cheek, her jawline, her neck where you made sure to leave a mark.. and then you feel her body tense up, and you're hearing her moan...

"love, did you just come?" you asked with a laugh sjdbfjksf yujin hiding her face in your chest, ears all red, and that was all you needed to know 😭😭😭 "aww... i guess it is about time, anyway. you did a good job." you pet the girl's head before getting off her lap, and then you kneeled down on the floor, smiling innocently at the girl while you slowly pulled off her boxers.. dear god was her cock big!

"w-w-what are you about to do...?" she asked, both scared and horny out of her mind.

"you'll see."

and then yujin was whimpering :(( clutching the bedsheets tightly while you stroked her cock :(( then you leaned in and licked off her cum from earlier, making the girl moan loudly at the feeling of your tongue on her dick for the first time 😵‍💫 baby was so sensitive 🥺 nearly crying bcs it all just felt too good, losing her head when you circled her tip with your tongue,,, just falling in love with her voice and how cute she was making the smallest noises when you do anything at all🥺🥺

finally taking her cock in your mouth.. the poor girl struggling to keep her noises in 😵‍💫 head thrown back, legs already quivering, shaking her head as you steadily took in all of her length.. mistaking that action as the baby not liking this at all, so you pulled away, concerned :(

"would you like for me to stop?"

"w-what? no, i... it felt good.. do you want to stop? cuz i can l-leave if you don't actually want to do this... i wouldn't want to force you or anything..." oh, she was too cuteeee :(((((

ofc you didn't want to stop, this girl's cock was to die for.. so you went back onto slowly sucking her off, sometimes looking up to have a glimpse of her face, all flushed and red... "unnie, you're r-really pretty..." she says suddenly??? 😭😭😭 if it were anybody else, you would have rolled your eyes but something about this girl just made your heart skip a beat :((

finally moving your head up and down at a moderate pace, yujin's fingers threading your hair and she was moaning so much 🥺 "unnie.. unnie..!" such an endearing girl! 😵‍💫😵‍💫 yujinnie being driven by pleasure alone that she puts both of hands on your head and started controlling your pace.. all she wanted now was to come in her pretty unnie's mouth, so she was moving you fast, grunting as she dug her nails into your scalp... you didn't mind the pain at all, you wanted this girl's cum down your throat 😳

choking a bit while yujin finally came, the girl holding your mouth down on her cock not really realizing that it had gotten hard to swallow considering you could barely breathe sjdbfjisfk "oh! s-shit, sorry unnie... i'm sorry..." she was saying after you've forced yourself out of her hold,, see you should be pissed bcs she made a mess out of you but you were smiling at her, you might have a little crush now!

and ofc you cleaned her up with your tongue, you would be crazy to waste her cum 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 helping the loser put her jacket back on, feeling your chest warm up when she shyly pulled you in and kissed you 🥺 "unnie... can i see you again?" she was asking as if this was a first date 😭😭 you really could not express enough how cute she really was.

"of course. just ask for '(y/n)', and i'll be here."

yujin smiles widely "(y/n)... (y/n)-unnie... okay!"

it was safe to say that you crumpled up into a ball, giggling to yourself after she left 😩 it was the yujin effect 🤭🤭

[gabessquishytum]

t4t that is also idiot4idiot.

Hob and Dream are both trans men, and they both OBVIOUSLY like each other, but they also both have anxiety about coming out to the other. And that anxiety translates into both of them completely missing obvious hints about the other.

Like, one of them finds pads or tampons at their house and is like "well he has lots of female friends, obviously he's just considerate". One of them sees the other has a "protect trans kids" patch and just "well he's an ally, obviously he's just a good person (that doesn't mean he'll want to date a trans person though)".

The kicker is that when they met, they BOTH had the same "haha, interesting name you got there" reaction and ALSO both were like "oh yeah I chose it myself haha" and STILL NEVER CONNECTED THE DOTS.

Anyway I have no idea who finally figures it out/ comes out first or how it happens, I just know they have a solid minute of doing the spiderman pointing meme. And then they fuck.

Oh I LOVE these idiots. I really really do.

So like. Hob is a very masculine looking person, you know? He's got the beard, the chest hair, he's had some gender affirming surgeries. Yeah, he's a got a little trans flag pin on his messenger bag and yes, Dream has heard him talking about "T" before... but Hob loves tea! That could mean anything! It doesn't mean he's trans, and Dream certainly isn't going to ask. His worst nightmares involve Hob rejecting him or being offended by him, so Dream keeps quiet. He doesn't want to rock the boat.

And... Dream is, pun fully intended, a transmasc dream. He's tall, graceful and muscular in a sort of understated way. Hob is absolutely entirely secure and in love with his own body but there's still a tiny bit of him that looks at Dream and screams GENDER ENVY. He's the most gorgeous man in the world, probably. And listen, just because he pulled his hoodie off and accidentally pulled his t-shirt up too, and Hob thought he maybe saw top surgery scars, doesn't mean anything. There are plenty of reasons for him to have scars there, right?

They're both idiots in love.

It all comes to a head when Hob gets injured in a stupid accident. He ends up somewhat bedbound, and Dream volunteers to help out (he'd do anything for love). The absolute horror of having his crush take him to the bathroom makes Hob wants to cry a bit, and he ends up just blurting out "I don't have a penis" when Dream tries to help him use the toilet. Dream just kind of stares at him for a second and then calmly says... "me neither."

They don't talk about it for a bit.

Dream helps Hob pee and get back into bed, and he's about to head out when Hob kind of whimpers and reaches out for him. So of course Dream crawls into bed beside him and cuddles him in silence for a bit.

And then they both start giggling.

They exchange transition stories. And then they exchange kisses. And eventually they exchange very gentle orgasms. And in between they cant stop laughing about how stupid they both are, and how in love they feel.

(Hob is so mad that he has to wait until he's better before he can get his favourite strap out and use it on Dream. The good news is, Dream has one he can (tenderly) use on Hob in the meantime 😇)

[whoisalastair]

She’s Kinda Hot // T. Zegras

There’s a new girl around the arena, and Trevor thinks ‘she’s kinda hot’ 🤭

slightly inspired by the 5SOS song “She’s Kinda Hot”

don’t flame me, this is unedited 🫶 -Alastair

— — — — —

It wasn’t every day I visit my brother Jamie at the arena; his birthday gave me an unexpected invitation. I held my breath as I entered the building, adjusting to the temperature, and looked around for him. He had told me to look for ‘a group of rowdy boys who act like they’re still teenagers’, but nobody was in sight at all.

“Drysdale?” I whipped around and had to look up to see who had spoken— unfortunately, I didn’t recognize the person in front of me. I wish I did, though, as I found myself in awe of his looks. His brown hair looked softer than my kitten at home, and that theory proved itself as he ran his hand through it casually.

“Yeah! Penny Drysdale,” I introduced, holding out my hand for a shake. He grinned and eagerly shook my outstretched hand, abruptly pulling me towards a nearby set of doors. His firm grip tugged me towards him, sending me flying into his chest.

“Ah fuck— sorry,” the man swore, helping me back to my bearings. “I’m not used to people being so… light.” I flushed red and tried looking anywhere else, ashamed at how my first thought wasn’t appropriate.

“Don’t worry…” I began before remembering I never got his name.

“Trevor,” he filled in, a confident smile on his face. At that moment, Jamie came flying through the doors, wrapping me up in his arms in a tight hug.

“Penny!” He shouted, smiling like a maniac. “I missed you!” I laughed and ruffled his hair, having to go on my tiptoes to reach. Pouting slightly, Jamie rearranged his hair and looked between me and Trevor.

“Do you two know each other?”

“We were just getting to know each other, right Penny?” Trevor laughed, and my voice caught in my throat in surprise. Usually men weren’t this forward, especially with my brother in the same space. I had a feeling Trevor meant no harm, though. Nevertheless, Jamie’s face went blank at the comment and he turned to look at me.

“Blink twice if you’re being held hostage,” he whispered loudly, making Trevor huff and pout like a baby while I giggled and met Jamie’s gaze.

“Nope, I’m talking to Trevor out of my own free will.” Jamie’s body relaxed after I said that, his face softening back to normal.

“That must be new for him,” Jamie retorted, chuckling so we knew he wasn’t serious. Trevor gasped in response, clutching his chest as if wounded.

“I take offense to that!” Jamie and Trevor both glanced over at me as I shivered a little at the chill of the arena. Trevor immediately started pulling his jersey off of himself, which left him in a gray shirt that left little to the imagination of his muscles, and tossed it to me before Jamie could even react.

“Here, take this,” he explained, watching intently as I set my leather messenger bag on the floor and slipped on the massive jersey. Jamie wrinkled his nose at the sight.

“Penn, you didn’t have to accept a sweaty jersey,” Jamie commented. “Zegras probably hasn’t washed that since the start of the season.” Luckily for me, the jersey didn’t smell bad at all — it smelled like cologne and, for some reason, sandalwood.

“I take offense to that,” Trevor huffed, covering his face with the brim of his hat. His ears peeked out from the cap, though, and their tips stained a soft pink.

“It doesn’t smell bad, thanks Trevor,” I grinned, interrupting their little squabble. They both looked over at me and smiled, Jamie taking my bag and motioning for me to follow him. I allowed him to guide me over to an area that was obviously decorated for Jamie’s birthday, with poorly hung dollar store streamers and a huge cake. The food, calling to me as usual, strayed me from my mission of staying next to Jamie and I almost missed Trevor’s comment to my brother.

“Jamie, I hate to say this to your face, but your sister’s kinda hot.” I could hear Jamie slapping Trevor’s shoulder for that from across the room.

— — — — —

[pineapplerightsideupcake]

how do you as a bisexual come to terms with the fact that the trans community has literally made homophobia much worse. ppl are proudly being openly homophobic and when you dig deeper it’s actually the “queers” and transgenders who think kids can transition who they have a problem with (not all of course but a good chunk) I believe ppl who wouldn’t otherwise be homophobic are being homophobic bc of the trans community. I use to really struggle w internalized homophobia, and still do, it was only this past year where I came to terms w it and told my sister/close friends. I wish it could be just a normal thing to be gay and you’d be left alone, I believe we were on a trajectory for that. But now things have gotten worse, and thanks to the gender nonsense, openly bigoted ppl (especially religious) are being praised and promoted. All this bc of trans activism. I don’t even care anymore about what they do to themselves, but the damage they’ve done to actual gay ppl is insane and we’re already facing the backlash. I’m not sure if we’ll ever live in a world where being lgb isn’t a big deal.

Honestly? I think the benefit of pushing 40 is that I have a wider lens through which to view activism. And I feel the same way about LGB rights as I do about women’s rights.

Which is to say, every time a big gain is won, there is backlash. There are parts of society that get worse as the culture tries desperately to adjust around the new changes.

Men today are more porn sick and sexually aggressive than 20 years ago. In some ways. People are polling less positively about the LGTBQI+ but how much of that backlash is really directed at the LGB? Are polling groups even bothering to distinguish between LGB and “queer” people?

Let me tell you what life was like as a bisexual teen in 2003. Let’s go back 20 years and I can tell you the world has changed so much for the better. 20 years ago gay rights activists started really making headway towards civil rights guarantees. Suddenly middle Americans had to confront that gay people were among them and not just haunting bars and bathhouses. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such rigid gender norm adherence as I did back then. Men couldn’t wear pastels or purple or pink. Guys got called gay for having a messenger bag. There is an entire episode of “Friends” about it. Sussing out the Gays Among Us became obsessive. Emo culture was a direct response to how frantic straight people were to appear duly heterosexual. TV shows still depicted us as degenerate freaks if they depicted us at all. A few HBO shows that were soft core porn more than anything and Will and Grace was all anybody had. Shows like Xena and Buffy got away with lesbians because men said out loud that hot women kissing was fine. These were the early days of straight men having open lesbian fetishizes. We couldn’t get married. We could get fired for being gay.

For women there was no movement to normalize our natural bodies. I’d spend hours shaving myself smooth. Not wearing makeup was unheard of. Cellulite wasn’t even a word I knew let alone knew was normal. There weren’t a million online resources teaching women that vaginal discharge is normal and I grew up thinking (as did many others) that it was a private shame.

And as far as MeToo stuff? It’s easy to feel defeated in the moment but nobody was using the word ‘consent’ in my day. Men getting women drunk was a joke. Men pushing for sex was a joke. Men calling a woman that had one too many dates or boyfriends a slut was normal. Three of my male friends pinned me down on several occasions and took turns rubbing their dicks on me to completion.

The therapist I told said I “needed to work on my boundaries”. The word rape never even entered my mind. Rape was something a stranger with a knife did. It wasn’t something your best friends did to you and then laughed about. It isn’t something you submitted to because fawn and freeze are real fear responses. No one told me my friend forcing my hand down his pants was abuse because I continued to go over his house, didn’t I? No one told me about red flags or cycles of abuse.

And the older women you told rolled their eyes. What I endured was so mild compared to many other women. Men forcing themselves onto women was just normal.

I can’t tell you what it means to me to see so many young women calling it out. Refusing to stay in a bad situation. Refusing to date entirely sometimes. Women sharing red flags and advice to stay not just safe but thriving.

Don’t get me wrong- the current gender movement is regressive and dangerous. I’m not saying it’ll all work itself out. Activism is constant work but things ARE getting better. They really are, even if sometimes it doesn’t feel like it. 💜

[alleksistrash]

The Stone On The Wall

Chapter 14 of (?)

Previous Chapter:

When Thorin woke up the next morning, it was to the sight of his sister-sons hunched over their cots, whispering to each other as they sipped their breakfast. He pushed himself into sitting up, relishing in the strength he was slowly gaining back. He knew it would take longer for him to be allowed to go on walks around the camp, but he was hopeful. The pain in his foot had subsided to a more constant dull ache, with just the occasional stabbing pains if he moved it the wrong way or put too much pressure on it.  Oin had said it might never be completely pain-free again, and that he would have bad days where it would feel as though he had just been stabbed all over again. Thorin had already made peace with this, grateful to at least be able to use it still.

Glancing around the tent, he saw Oin scribbling away at his table, three bowls of what Thorin assumed was more soup sat next to him. He sighed, running one of his hands through his hair and flinching as he got caught in large knots. He had lost his comb sometime ago, and was sorely in need of help managing his braids. He busied himself with trying to untangle the ends of his hair before giving up with a defeated huff. He looked up at the sound of a chair scraping through the mud, and was pleased when a bowl of somehow-still-warm breakfast was placed into his hands. He wasn’t as hungry as he normally would be, having a late dinner with the company helping to tide him over through the night. He drank slowly, trying to distinguish any flavors that were added to make it more palatable. He knew they were pressed on some supplies, and that they would have to make do with what little they had.

He looked over at the cot beside him, surprised to see Bilbo still sound asleep and snoring. His furs had been tossed around while he slept, revealing the top of his chest. Thorin frowned at the lines still marking the hobbit, upset with himself for letting this happen. He knew he didn’t really have any control over what happened on the ramparts, but he still felt responsible for Bilbo. He let himself wander over the sight of Bilbo’s chest, taking in every detail. He counted his ribs, making a mental note that Bilbo should start eating more. He remembered how when he arrived at Bag End, Bilbo had been soft and plump. Now the hobbit’s clothes hung loosely on him, and his once pudgy cheeks had become sharp along the travel. He remembered how at first Bilbo had complained often about the lack of food, something to do with hobbits having at least seven meals a day. Thorin wasn’t sure when it stopped, but Bilbo must have grown used to the light eating and kept his complaints to himself. He tore his eyes away after a couple of moments, realizing he had been staring longer than what would be deemed appropriate. 

He finished his breakfast quietly, thinking over the past couple of days. Balin and Dwalin had filled him in last night on how repairs were going, and how negotiations were being handled amongst the different races. Apparently the men had become the messengers, so to speak, between the elfs and dwarfs. Some of them were delighted in helping, while others had begun to grow tired of the back and forth arguments. The company was trying their best to mitigate things and keep it civil, but some of the more stubborn dwarrow were still being hostile towards the elfs. Thorin knew he would have to speak with Dain soon regarding it, and try to see if there was anything they could do to soothe ruffled feathers. His worst fears hadn’t come to fruition yet, as there were no talks of a mutiny according to Nori. He was grateful that the company had stepped in to help lead while he was wounded, but he was itching to get out and start helping. Balin hadn’t talked much about Gandalf, which Thorin was happy for but also unnerved by. He knew the Arkenstone would be safe with the wizard, but worry started to edge into his mind. 

While there weren’t many rumors spreading through the camps regarding Thorin’s right to rule, gossip had started spreading about the Arkenstone and what had become of it. All that was truthfully known through the camp was that Bilbo had taken it from Smaug, but then dropped it as he was attacked. From what Nori had told him, almost everyone thought greatly of Bilbo, deeming him a hero and friend to all. That didn’t stop some from believing that the burglar was hiding some horrible plan to dethrone the king or send Erebor back into ruin before it could even be rebuilt, but Thorin hoped those could be easily squashed down. He had tasked Bofur and Dwalin to start telling stories of Bilbo’s bravery and help during the quest, knowing that those two would be the most trusted in their circles.

Thorin wasn’t sure how long he had been in his own little world, but he was pulled out of his thinking by the sound of bones popping. He looked over at Bilbo, who was stretching his arms over his head with his back facing to Thorin. He watched as sharp shoulder blades poked out, coming together at the top of the hobbit’s back. He took in the sight of small freckles dusting his back like stars, and traced the inky black lines with his eyes. He couldn’t stop himself from trailing further down Bilbo’s spine, following the bumps down to the base where his trousers had slid down a bit in his movement. He felt a familiar warmth pool in his stomach again as he hungrily took in everything being offered to him, grateful for the pile of furs bundled on his lap. He licked his lips as Bilbo stood up, showing off his back dimples that had become more pronounced. 

He knew he should look away to try and save his dignity, but he couldn’t stop himself from thinking of everything he could do to Bilbo. He wanted to kiss each and every freckle he could find, and whisper soft apologies and praises for every injury and scar Bilbo had. He would gently caress the hobbit’s hair, tugging on each loose curl before playing with the tips of his pointed ears. He bit back a groan at the thought, quickly covering it up with a cough and finally tearing his eyes away. He felt a wave of guilt crash over him, remembering he had no claim to Bilbo’s body or heart, no matter how much he wished he did. A small part of his brain started to argue with this, replaying the quiet moments and glances they shared together. He willed his body to calm down, feeling himself straining against his pants. He started taking slow, deep breaths and counting down from ten in his head until he felt calm enough to look around the tent again.

He hadn’t noticed when Bilbo had left for his walk, and mentally kicked himself for missing an opportunity to chat. He was met with snickers from Fili and Kili, and when he shot a glare at them their smiles only grew wider, far too much like Dis for his sake. He knew they were up to something, and he had a suspicion that they roped in Ori and Tauriel, if last night had anything to show for it. He shook his head at them before leaning back against the wall of the tent. He knew that whatever they were scheming would remain a mystery to him until it blew up in their faces and he would have to reprimand them, but he would let them have their fun until then.

Next Chapter:

[patrochillesvibes]

11. Who leaves notes in the other one's lunch? (Bonus: what do they say?)

A tough question bcs they do a lot of s/texting throughout the day. I suppose it depends on how you define “notes”

Achilles is wont to leave a pair of used lacy panties in either Pat’s messenger bag or his lunchbox. When he has access to a Polaroid camera, he’ll leave behind sexy pics instead. You can imagine why Pat never brings his lunchbox out at work. Pat is so dramatic about this bcs you know he’s smelling the panties and later jerking off to them in the men's room.

As for notes, probably something a bit flirty:

Don’t tire yourself out today.

My husband, I can’t wait till you get home.

My dearest husband, you look so handsome today.

Thinking of my husband and counting down the hours until I can [CENSORED] again.

I feel so empty without you, husband.

Thank you for being the husband of my dreams.

These notes would be sealed with a kiss featuring one of the reds from Achilles' luxury lipstick collection.

(Personally, I don’t think Achilles is fit for capitalism, so I can’t imagine him ever being employed. He doesn’t have a personality that is employable.) So any notes from Patroclus would be a sticky note on the fridge, on the bedside table, or stuck to the bathroom mirror.

The notes would probably be sweet and sentimental, and possibly include reminders:

I hope you have a good day, sweetheart. See you at 6pm.

The electrician will be here at 10am. Be nice. Love you.

Surgery all day. Thinking about your pretty smile.  

Car is in the shop. Will have to follow my heart home as it always leads to you.

To my one and only, I can’t wait to kiss you later.

Dear sleeping beauty, do you have any idea how much I love you? We are out of milk.

It might be hot because the air conditioning is broken, but you are still the hottest thing in my life.

[newmih]

A few drops of rain

Words: 768

Characters : Giyuu Tomioka x female reader (Hashira)

Summary : y/n meets Giyuu in a restaurant lost on the side of a road.

A/N: it's 11:48pm and I'm writing for Demon Slayer instead of learning the 4 pages in Spanish that are waiting for me nicely… I don't even have the strength to reread and it's really just sad and cute compote I guess By the way that's my first try writing for an anime...

/please reblog if you liked it &lt;;3/ /English is not my first language. Sorry for any mistake I made./ /Picture is not mine./

Masterlist

Bonne lecture

Giyuu was not in the habit of carrying out accompanied missions. Most of the demon slayers who had followed him had realized this after a few minutes. His reluctance to make conversation, or simply the lack of desire to do so, had immediately made him look unpleasant.

He hadn't really heard about it, or if he had, didn't care. Since he was a child, others had been labeling him as such, and although it hurt him at first, he had quickly gotten used to it.

With such a reputation ahead of him, he was sure he would have peace and could work alone. Well, almost.

The Hashira y/n also spent most of his missions alone. The sound of her footsteps was her only company. She had been used to this way of life when she was young, but the idea of having a comrade did not displease her, on the contrary.

It was only with her two sabers that she pushed open the door of a roadside restaurant. She had never minded walking until the sound of thunder and the rain began to fall.

She didn't hate it, only when she was the victim.

She took a seat in front of a window, alone. There weren't many customers, only an old person asleep on a table, a hooded young woman watching the menu and a man she could only see from behind. She immediately recognized his straight and cold posture and the mismatched kimono he always wore.

The eagle that served as her messenger had never mentioned the presence of another Hashira near her, but she ignored it. After a few years of informing her, he knew how much she liked solitude, time for herself.

She retrieved her bag and took a seat beside him. He had no visible reaction to her appearance and simply continued what he was doing: bringing the chopsticks to his mouth in extreme concentration.

The old cook approached and allowed y/n to place her order. She moved away and calm returned to the two fighters. As always, neither spoke to the other. y/n did not do so out of respect for Giyuu. She had gotten to know him in silence, by observing him. He didn't talk much, only when he felt it was necessary. She didn't know why he was the way he was but she wouldn't allow herself to judge.

Her meal arrived and she thanked the waitress with a smile before attacking her bowl. In the middle of it, she stopped, wiped her mouth with a napkin and rummaged in her bag. She pulled out a paper folded in four that she unrolled on her lap.

The paper was a few days old, but she thought one of the articles was related to the case she was on. She put it on the table and slid it to Giyuu. He finally turned his calculating gaze to the ink.

The demon slayer asked him silently if he was on the same case. He quickly read the content before nodding. They would then make the rest of the journey together. The idea reassured y/n somewhat. She was one of the most powerful women of her generation, but she was still a woman and the world was still not safe for her gender. She would have loved to be able to say otherwise, but it wasn't, and until it was, she wouldn't feel completely safe, just as she wouldn't feel safe until all the demons were vanquished.

The company of a friend always reassured her. In her experience, men were generally less friendly when they weren't in front of a woman alone.

They set off again at the end of their meal, without waiting to digest. The storm was still going on, even if the rain had calmed down a bit. The clouds that covered the sky were so dark that it seemed for a moment that night had fallen.

She stepped outside, still protected by the front of the building, and looked up worriedly. Her hood was still wet, as were the rest of her clothes, and she wouldn't bet against the fact that she would probably get sick if she went back in.

Giyuu glanced at her before pulling out an umbrella from his belongings and opening it on both of them. He made sure that the woman had as much space as possible, even if he ended up with a wet shoulder.

The smile that she offered to him warmed up enough the interior so that he did not think any more about his body that was cooling more and more.

[finniestoncrane]

Your One True Nemesis

Chapter 12: also on AO3 Masterlist Here Arkham!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 1.7k we're rockin with mark because mark is rockin with us request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: angst, love triangle kinda

“Where are you going this time?”

You appeared in the doorway to your bedroom, catching Eddie off guard clearly, as he jumped and turned to you.

“Sneaking away?”

“The transaction with Scarecrow. There’s more to it. I’m going out to meet his man, or men. Or woman, I suppose potentially.”

You raised your eyebrows, smiling incredulously as you brought your phone out, typing a message to Mark as you walked over to Eddie.

“Another drop off today?”

“Yep. See you soon?”

As you approached Eddie, you put your phone away, putting you hand out flat expectantly.

“What?”

“Gimme the stuff.”

“No.”

“I’ve just checked, it’s the same guy as last time. We have a rapport. Let me go.”

Irritated by your tone, the way you seemed to think you had any authority in the matter, Eddie held tight to the messenger bag. But he realised that he did indeed have better things to be doing, and so he gave in quickly, not without an insulting remark to put you in your place.

“Fine. Anyone who makes such a quick connection with someone like you is bound to be intolerable. Be back quickly though.”

Skipping out past him, you felt good, a sense of relief. It was difficult to be cooped up all the time, especially without windows or natural light. You were worried you had a vitamin D deficiency, and it was definitely impacting on your mental health. Wandering the streets of Gotham, as disgusting and terrifying as they were, was still a pleasant treat compared to being in the timeless pit with Eddie. How long had you been down there now? It was hard to tell when sleep schedules meant very little, and the days all blurred into one another. Wake, cook, be insulted, cry, sleep. In no particular order. And on repeat.

You were so engrossed in your thoughts and ruminations that you didn’t see the person approaching you until you were smacking into them, quickly rushing to apologise before you placed the face.

“Sorry, so sorry, I- Oh! It’s you!”

Mark smiled, raising his eyebrow.

“Oh, so I don’t get an apology?”

“No, that’s not what I meant, sorry. H-how… are you?”

“Couldn’t be better, babe. You got the stuff? I’ll go first this time, keep your trust in me up.”

He reached into his pockets and produced another three vials of the same liquid, as well as two small pouches filled with a deep green powder. You knew better than to ask what it was. As much as you were fine with the moral ambiguity around Edward’s work, sometimes the legal ramifications of what you were involved with still struck a panicked chord in your chest.

“Babe… the stuff?”

“Oh, shit, yeah.”

Handing over the contents of the messenger bag to Mark, you sighed.

“What’s up, buttercup?”

“Hmm… Eddie said to be back quick, but… coffee…”

You looked to your right, through the window of the coffee shop. You could smell the scent of the roasted beans wafting on the air. How long had it been since you’d had fresh coffee? Something that wasn’t brewed in the broken pot in your shabby kitchen.

“Oh, come on! Like he’s going to be that annoyed. Besides, we met almost in the middle, you still wouldn’t be at the meeting spot yet.”

“You’re right… why were you heading this way anyway?”

Mark shrugged as he stepped past you, opening the door to the café and holding it ajar for you.

“Dunno, thought it might be nice to walk with you a little bit of the way.”

Grinning, you pressed past him and took a seat by the window. Mark followed you in and leaned over the chair, elbows on the table.

“Lemme get this, what you after?”

“Uh… flat white. With three sugars.”

“Boring. I’ll be right back!”

You watched him jog to the counter, leaning against it, seeming to effortlessly charm the barista as he took the order and started work on your order. And you kept watching him, as he brought the coffees over and sat down, as he talked about his life, as he told you how he started working for Scarecrow. It was hard not to look at him. He kind of commanded your gaze. So charismatic. So friendly, and nice. Being around someone who didn’t seem to hate you and didn’t punctuate every sentence with something mean about you was refreshing, and once again, you hated to have to say goodbye. But if there was anything that would sour the mood that Mark had set, it would be Eddie’s interrogation if you were later than he expected you to be.

And right on queue, as soon as he heard you walking through the living space, he came out of his office and began his second round of questioning.

“Did you enjoy your date?”

“What? It wasn’t a date, I was doing an errand for you.”

“Yes. And the rest of the things I make you do put you in such a good mood, don’t they?”

“I take pride in my work.”

“Since when.”

“Always. But you’ve never cared to notice.”

Turning from him, you went to your room, closing the door behind you and leaning against it, shuddering as the adrenaline coursed through you. If you’d had the energy to let yourself be hurt, you would have allowed the fantastical idea that Eddie might be jealous of Mark to settle, see how it felt. But you couldn’t do that to yourself. Instead, you lay face down on your bed and forced yourself to nap.

You were wakened by a thumping on the door, jolting you out of the dream that was already fading, but which you knew involved Eddie and Mark. Opening the door, you sighed.

“What?”

“Why does it take you so long to meet with this Mark?”

“Again? Eddie, come on. It’s just… It’s nice to get out!”

Eddie narrowed his eyes, his mistrust etched onto the smouldering glare he gave you.

“Really? You would recommend it?”

“I would actually.”

“Perfect. Well, while you were in here doing nothing productive to anyone, I completed another part of Crane’s order. I think I’ll go this time then. I wonder if it’ll be so easy for him to charm his way into my heart, too?”

“Eddie, that’s…”

“That’s what? Entirely accurate? I feel like you might be a bit misguided here, in whatever you think your relationship with this goon is. You’re being manipulated. I can’t trust you not to fall idiotic head over clumsy heels for this enemy, and provide him with all of my secrets.”

“What? He can’t just enjoy my company? You think the only reason anyone would be nice to me is because they want something from me?”

“Why do you think you’re here?”

You clenched your jaw, teeth clamped together as you tried to avoid saying anything in return, choosing not to rise to his taunts. Instead, you reached for the messenger bag, which he quickly pulled back out of your reach.

“Uh, uh, uh. You can call your little friend and tell him you won’t be seeing him this evening.”

“Oh, like I’m grounded or something?”

Leaving him in his silence, crueller than any words he might have spat at you, you pushed past him, storming out and onto the dark streets of the city. It was dangerous, and stupid, but you were beyond caring. You just kept walking, and walking. Before you really thought of where you were going, you noticed you were at the park where you met Mark the first time, and you sat down on the bench to gather your thoughts before you headed back to the sewers, certain that Eddie would be gone by then.

“Ah, miserable as usual.”

At first, you thought you had imagined his voice, so desperate for something sweet in this sour moment, but it was definitely Mark, right there beside you, taking a seat on the bench.

“I thought it was Nigma himself who was meeting me.”

“It is… I… I didn’t know this was where he was meeting you, sorry. I just had to get out…”

“I see… y’know, I can only lighten your mood so much. I set you up, he knocks you down, huh?”

“I don’t know if you’re joking or not, but that’s really what it feels like.”

Mark sighed, resting his arms on the bench behind you.

“We’re not meeting here, we’re meeting in the alley just up there. I saw you though, alone. In the dark. I don’t know how tough you think you are babe, but not a good idea.”

Leaning back, you rested your head against his arm, letting out a soft groan.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“I think it would bore you to death.”

“Try me.”

“It’s just very hard. To be around him. And to deal with how I feel… about… things. I knew he would be difficult, I did. I didn’t go into this blindly, assuming that it would all work out wonderfully. But I just didn’t think I’d feel like this.”

“And how do you feel?”

You looked into the sky, no visible stars beyond the smog and the clouds. A dark, grey abyss that felt like the ceiling of a prison cell as you stared up at it.

“I’m just… tired. I think.”

“You think?”

“I don’t know.”

Looking to the side, you could see Mark’s face, his warm smile, lighting up his face and his eyes as he tried to silently comfort you, concern behind it, a genuine desire to see you happy. You turned away, but you leaned to the side, into him, resting your head on his shoulder when he brought his arm to yours. It was innocent enough. A friend comforting a friend. But it felt wrong, like a betrayal almost. Of who, you weren’t sure. But Eddie knew. And as he watched you both on the bench from the other side of the street, he clutched at the strap of the messenger bag, infuriated and confused.

[seiya-starsniper]

they say our love's just like Magic

For @dreamlingbingo 2023: Square B3: Creature: Phoenix

Title: they say our love's just like Magic

Rating: T

Word Count: 3964

Ship(s): Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Additional Tags: Idiots in Love, Getting Together, Card Games, card tournament shenanigans, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Human, Johanna Constantine is a good friend, Johanna Constantine loves money, Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Humor, Dreamling Bingo

Summary: 

Honestly it's not that Hob doesn't want to see Dream. Hob’s been playing Magic: The Gathering for almost five years now, and Dream has been a consistent staple throughout that entire time. They’ve gotten more friendly in the last couple of years, and Hob’s even snuck a surprise win or two from the other card player.

The thing is, Dream’s also one of the most beautiful men Hob has ever laid eyes on. 

AKA - Hob and Dream play Magic The Gathering competitively, and Hob's got a massive crush. Johanna's just along for the ride, and to make money off resale.

AO3 Link [Here] or you can keep reading below the cut!

"Hurry up, Hob, we're going to be late!" Johanna's voice rings through Hob's entryway. 

Hob sighs as he pulls on his jumper. It was way too bloody early in the morning for this. "Jo, sign ups don't open for another hour!” he yells from his bedroom. “If you think they're going to run out of spots…"

"I heard Dream's going to be showing up today." Johanna interrupts, appearing suddenly at his bedroom doorway, holding Hob’s sneakers. “Come on, then! There’s going to be a line!” 

Well shit. Hob throws on his messenger bag, grabs his sneakers from Johanna and runs towards his front door.

"I knew all I had to do was say your boyfriend's name and you'd come running," Johanna grins as they dash to the tube. 

"Shut up, Johanna,” Hob snarks back at her. 

Honestly it's not that Hob doesn't want to see Dream. Hob’s been playing Magic: The Gathering for almost five years now, and Dream has been a consistent staple throughout that entire time. They’ve gotten more friendly in the last couple of years, and Hob’s even snuck a surprise win or two from the other card player.  

The thing is, Dream’s also one of the most beautiful men Hob has ever laid eyes on. 

Hob had walked into a Jace Beleran cardboard display the first time he laid eyes on Dream almost three years ago at a tournament. Then his girlfriend at the time, Alianora, had shown up shortly after to look over Dream’s shoulder as he finished up his game. Hob thought he’d actually died and gone to bisexual heaven looking at the two of them. Except heaven did not smell like day old body odor, so he was definitely still alive. 

Hob had been knocked out of his rounds earlier that day, so with nothing better to do, he’d joined the crowd forming around Dream and Alianora to watch the other man in his Constructed match. 

Hob’s always gone for a more aggressive playstyle, favoring red and green decks with plenty of easy to summon monsters. He tends towards quick matchups, but every once in a while, he’ll get giddy when he builds up enough mana on the field to summon some massive creature with Trample to end a match in one move. 

Dream is the exact opposite. His play style relies heavily on counterspells and using his opponents' creatures against him, leading to longer, drawn out matches. With his gothic persona to top it all off, it only makes sense that he goes for a blue and black combination.

All that to say, Dream’s poor opponent didn’t know what hit him.

Hob would later realize that one of Dream’s favorite strategies would be to let an opponent think they’re about to win, only to use an instant on said opponent’s turn to clear the entire field. Dream would then use all his mana to summon some abomination with haste on his turn to win the match. Which is exactly what happened to poor Simon. Or Steve. Hob can’t remember the poor bloke’s name. 

From that first match, Hob had been determined then to play against Dream himself. He started brushing up on the current standard sets and strategies, and tested out what he could at Friday Night Magic. It took time but he'd improved his skills slowly, but surely. Enough at least to at least not get knocked out immediately by the competition.

Hob did eventually manage to face off with Dream and he was just as dazzled facing the man head on as he was just watching him play. 

But Hob’s not the only player dazzled by Dream. Dream’s reputation makes him practically a celebrity in their local community. Everyone scrambles for a chance to play him at least once, just for the privilege of saying they faced him and lost. 

Hob considers himself lucky to have faced Dream more than once. Always in Limited format though. There’s no way Hob would beat Dream in Constructed or Commander, so on days when Dream chooses to competes in those formats, Hob's just happy to watch and cheer.

With that in mind, there’s really only so many tournaments and so many hours in the day so really, getting matched up with Dream is like winning the lottery. Which is precisely why Johanna is here with Hob, at 8:00am on a Saturday morning. Dream’s so popular that any rumor of him showing up to a tournament draws lines before sign ups officially open. It’s insane. Hob knows he’s going to be miserable waiting in line while Johanna runs off to go resell. 

Johanna had, up until six months ago, shown absolutely no interest in Magic. She and Hob have been close for years and she’d spent almost that entire time making fun of Hob’s vested interest in the game. 

Still, Johanna indulged him through the years, buying Hob packs for all sorts of occasions: his birthday, passing a test, as a pick me up after a breakup. She also didn't mind the larger tournament scene, as long as there were other things for her to do, she'd tag along for events at the bigger conventions so she could walk around and look at the floor while Hob parked himself for the day at the tables. 

It was at one of these conventions that Johanna learned of the trading card resale market. Suddenly, Hob's entire rares collection went from "a bunch of useless cardboard" to liquid gold. Come to think of it, it was also at that same convention she’d seen Alianora for the first time. She and Dream had broken up by that point. 

Ever since then, Johanna’s stuck to Hob like glue. She’s constantly trolling the markets for rare card finds, arguing with vendors to get the best resale value for cards she already does have, along with cards Hob no longer has a use for, and somehow finding time to flirt shamelessly with Alianora, who still shows up to tournaments to play. 

“Earth to Hobsie,” Johanna’s voice trills, snapping Hob out of his trip down memory lane. “This is our stop.”

“Right, right,” Hob nods. “You actually going to sign up with me this time, or are you leaving me to the wolves as per usual?”

“Hob, Hob, the hustle never stops,” Johanna grins. “Promise I’ll bring you back enough to buy at least one box from the new set though, as an early birthday present. I won’t even try to buy Sacred Foundry from you if you pull it.”

“Wow, how generous of you,” Hob rolls his eyes, but it’s fond. Johanna takes his arm and they run up the stairs together towards the convention.

—

Hob barely manages to get a spot in Sealed. It’s not his favorite format, but Dream’s apparently signed up for Sealed today so that’s where Hob goes. Their block doesn’t start for another two hours, so Hob wanders off to find Johanna on the convention floor.

He's so focused on looking for Johanna's signature beige trenchcoat that he doesn't quite notice the figure all in black until he runs right into him, nearly knocking both of them over. Luckily, Hob's got good balance, and he manages to steady the both of them, grasping the slightly taller man in his arms.

"Sorry about that mate," Hob apologizes. "Was too focused looking for my friend and whoa hey, Dream?"  

Dream stares for a moment before recognition flickers across his face.

"Hello Hob," Dream greets warmly, and Hob could just melt into the floor. Dream is normally rather stiff and standoffish during tournaments, which leads a lot of other players to mistake him for arrogant. But Hob learned from sticking around to chat with Dream after all the matches were done that Dream just gets super hyper focused when he's in the zone. He's otherwise rather friendly, if given the chance. Still, it's rare to see Dream on the floor of a show, normally the man showed up to these things only to play, very rarely to browse.

"Fancy seeing you here, old friend," Hob replies, grinning. "Looking for anything in particular?"

"A few things," Dream confirms, but doesn't elaborate. "And yourself?"

"Looking for Johanna until matches start," Hob replies. "I saw you signed up for Sealed. Hopefully I'll get to play you later."

Dream's lips quirk in a barely there smile. "We shall see."

Before Hob can come up with an excuse to keep them talking, Johanna tackles Hob from behind. She's got plenty of bags in her arms which tells Hob she was successful at whatever she was doing. Unfortunately, said bags also hit Hob square in the back along with his friend.

"Oof, hey what the hell Jo," Hob groans.

"You'll never believe how much I got from that rat Vinny for that Chalice of the Void !" Johanna's extremely giddy so Hob's guessing she's made her sales for the day. 

"Let me guess, Vinny was short of willing to part with his firstborn?" Hob jokes.

"You bet!” Johanna grins. “Happy Birthday Hobsie, I got you two boxes of Guilds of Ravnica!"

"It's your birthday?" Dream asks once Hob has had a moment to admire his new toys.

"Not for another week," Hob answers. "But it's close enough."

“Happy early Birthday then,” Dream says, a genuine and rare smile gracing Hob’s vision. Hob grips Johanna tightly, suddenly feeling faint. He can feel her judgment emanating off her as she pats his elbow.  

“You should come with us, we're going out tonight to celebrate!” Johanna declares. 

Dream pauses. He looks unsure, like he wants to accept but feels like he shouldn't.

"I…am not the biggest fan of bars, unfortunately," Dream admits, as if this is something to be ashamed of and not the norm for most people Hob knows. "They are a bit too crowded for me."

"Well it's not like the people there smell any better than here," Johanna says, shrugging. Hob sighs. Johanna needed to learn more tact around nerds.

“Besides,” Johanna adds, “Hob's uncle owns The New Inn, so we'll have a private room and everything, so no worries there!” 

Dream blinks and turns to Hob. "Your uncle owns The New Inn?" he asks, awed. 

"Oh yeah, I guess it's never come up," Hob replies sheepishly. Hob knows The New Inn is a local favorite in the area but he hates telling people about his connection because they always inevitably ask for free drinks. Not that Hob wouldn’t give Dream free drinks if he asked, but still.

"I have never seen you there," Dream notes. “I like it there. It is…quieter.”

“Well, I'm not skilled enough to tend the bar so I'm usually in the back unpacking food and bottles,” Hob replies. “But next time you come by, just let them know you're here to see me and I'll come out and say hello. Not tonight though, since I won't actually be working.”

“I'll go tonight,” Dream says, turning to Johanna. “If there won't be…too many people, it should be fine.”

“Great!” Johanna says. “You should give Hob your number just so we can find each other later huh?”

“Jo!” Hob hisses at the same time Dream says, "Yes that would make sense."

Hob's pretty sure he feels his heart stop in his chest once his brain catches up. He nearly fumbles and drops his phone when he takes it out of his pocket to start creating a contact.

Hob quickly realizes he has a small conundrum. He doesn’t actually know Dream’s real name.

“So am I just putting you in as Dream, or…?” Hob really hopes he doesn’t sound as awkward as he feels.

Dream wrinkles his nose. “I really don’t care for my legal name, so you may keep it as Dream. For now.”

“Ooh, we gotta fight for your legal name huh?” Johanna asks. “Perfect that we’re going to a bar then, plenty of opportunity for bad decisions. Like that time Hob pulled a Mox Amber card and then spilled tequila on it.”

"Excuse me, you spilled the tequila!" Hob retorts as he and Dream switch phones to enter each other’s numbers. Once he’s gotten his phone back from the other man, he fires off a quick text to open up a text conversation with them. 

Dream’s phone dings and he smiles when he opens up Hob’s message. 

“There we go,” Dream says. “I will see you at the matches later, then.” Hob and Johanna wave their goodbyes as Dream walks back into the crowd of vendors. 

“I am the best wing woman and don't you ever forget it!” Johanna crows once Dream is out of hearing range. 

Hob can't even come up with a witty retort because he. has. Dream's. phone number. Holy shit. It's already the best tournament of Hob's life and matches haven't even started yet.

—

Hob somehow makes it through his first few matches without mooning over Dream a few tables over. He can tell the other man has put together something insanely good because his matches end pretty quickly. Hob isn’t doing too bad himself. He's already won his first three sets and he only needs to make it through two more to make it to Dream, if he’s reading the bracket correctly.

Alianora shows up about halfway through Hob’s fourth match. Johanna immediately latches to her and they end up coming over to observe Hob play. Hob had seen her earlier with another woman playing a Two-Headed Giant match. Alianora complains about how it’s hard to find a good partner for the format. Johanna, unsurprisingly, volunteers to be her partner for the next tournament she wants to enter. Hob is anticipating many long nights in his flat after today.

Johanna then impulsively invites Alianora to Hob’s birthday celebration. Hob chokes on air and almost accidentally reveals his hand to his opponent. 

“Is that not all right?” Alianora asks, worry evident in her face and tone as she looks back and forth between him and Johanna.

“No, no, it’s not that, you’re more than welcome,” Hob says, waving his hand dismissively.. “It’s just that Johanna seems to have forgotten she also invited Dream.”

“Oh!” Alianora’s face lights up. “And he’s actually going? ” 

Hob almost forgets to untap in his upkeep. Alianora sounds…happy? Is…is she going to try to get back together with Dream?

“Yeah, he said he doesn’t really like bars, but he likes The New Inn,” Johanna explains, not seeming to realize Hob’s anguish.

“Oh yes, we used to go on dates there,” Alianora says, nostalgia clear in her voice and Hob’s heart sinks. How did he never know that? “It’s been one of my favorite spots ever since.”

“Oh…well that’s interesting.” Johanna also sounds rather disappointed. Well, at least Hob wouldn’t be the only one drinking their sorrows tonight. But first he needed to win this match.

Hob blocks an attack with his Portcullis Vine and then casts Crushing Canopy on his opponent’s Dimir Spybug to put the board back at equilibrium. Now they each have two creatures on the field. 

“I’ve never seen either of you there,” Hob says while his opponent debates his next move. “It’s my uncle’s place and I’m usually there most weekends, though usually in the back.”

“Oh that’s so cool!” Alianora gushes. “We used to always go on Tuesday nights, when it was practically empty. I told him not to let our break up ruin his favorite meal, but you know, he’s stubborn so I’m sure he hasn’t been going. I’m so happy you convinced him to not only go back, but also on a weekend! He almost never went out on the weekends with me, even when I begged.”

That is more information than Hob is prepared to process all at once. Hob has so many questions for Alianora, but he absolutely cannot dedicate the brain power to both play well and untangle all his thoughts. So instead he mutters a non-committal “huh, interesting,” and then throws all his focus into finishing the game. 

Alianora understands the message instantly. “You’ve got this, Hob!” she cheers.

Hob sees Dream whip his head up in surprise from his own match out of the corner of his eye. Hob waves. Well this was going to be an interesting conversation later.

Hob barely manages to win the match but a win is a win and luckily his fifth match is much easier. Dream’s fifth match, on the other hand, takes much longer than Hob anticipates, but Hob’s a patient man. He knows Dream will win.

Finally, the moment he’s been waiting for is upon him.

“You’re late,” Hob jokes as Dream stands across the table from him

“My apologies,” Dream replies, faking a bow before he sits at their table. “I’ve always heard it impolite to keep one’s friends waiting.”

Hob grins. “I’m absolutely kicking your ass today, Dream.”

—

Dream is kicking Hob’s ass. 

He’s down to only 5 life thanks to Dream’s Citywatch Sphinx , and he also has Etrata, The Silencer on the field, so not only is Hob taking direct damage from her attacks as well, he’s also just lost his second monster to his exile pile. He’s practically set up to lose his next turn, whether by direct damage or that damned vampire.

There’s a crowd that’s formed around them, a mix of Hob’s friends trying to be supportive (and also probably hoping he loses so they can go drinking), and a few fans of Dream who love to watch him play. Johanna is having a grand time watching Hob embarrass himself.

“I can’t believe you’re humiliating the poor man on his birthday, Dream!” Johanna laughs as she throws her arm around a now blushing Alianora. 

“It’s not for another week, he will survive,” Dream replies dismissively. He glances over at Alianora and raises his eyebrow. Hob sees her mouth quirk out of the corner of her eye. They seem to be communicating silently, and Hob wishes he knew what they were saying. But he needs to focus on his game.

It’s especially frustrating because Hob has Dream down to his last 3 life, but between Etrata, the Sphinx, and an untapped Gatekeeper Gargoyle , Hob has no way of attacking Dream directly. Dream also loading his deck with removal spells had caused all of Hob’s creatures to keep getting destroyed, exiled, or countered. He’s also only drawn mana his last few turns. Ah, the joys of getting mana flooded.   

“If I knew how easy this game was going to be, I should have had you put your money where your mouth is,” Dream says mildly. 

“You still could!” Alianora says excitedly. “You should definitely bet bar tabs!”

“That’s evil,” Johanna says. “I love it.”

“Traitor,” Hob mutters. He takes his next turn, untaps his mana, draws, and prays for a miracle. 

…Holy shit, he may just win this.

Hob takes a quick look at the board to assess the viability of his new strategy. Dream’s mana is mostly tapped out, so the chances of him counterspelling are low, but not impossible. Hob also has more than enough mana on his side of the field to pull this off. 

Hob plays Assassin's Trophy to kill Etrata, and prays Dream doesn’t have a return from graveyard card. The raven haired man plays the free mana he is given, and shuffles his deck, but otherwise doesn’t counter. Hob counts his lucky stars before he casts Cosmotronic Wave to ensure Dream can’t block with his Gatekeeper Gargoyle and Citywatch Sphinx. 

Now for the moment of truth. Hob had drawn Assure//Assemble on this turn, and while he doesn’t have any creatures of his own on the field, there’s no rule saying he can’t buff one of Dream’s creatures. With Assure, Hob finally has everything he needs to summon Arclight Phoenix back from the graveyard. 

“Why are you…” Dream starts to ask but then Hob grins when he reveals what he’s taken from his graveyard.

“Arclight Phoenix is back!” Hob crows. “Your creatures can’t block, and it has haste so no summoning sickness. You’re dead!”

Hob can’t believe it. He barely won, but a win is a win. And against Dream too! There’s a lot of yelling going around but Hob barely hears it over the roaring of his own ears.

“Congratulations,” Dream smiles as they shake hands. “It seems I’ll be paying your tab tonight.”

—

Hob’s had more than a fair amount of shots when he spots Dream and Alianora speaking to one another in a corner. 

Alianora is gesturing to the small crowd of people in their party room, and Dream looks…constipated is probably the best way to put it. 

“Everything all right?” Hob asks when he makes his way over to them. He tries not to stumble over his words, but he’s had a lot of alcohol on Dream's tab, in addition to all the birthday drinks his other friends have bought him.

Alianora’s expression lights up when she sees him. “Perfect timing, Dream has something he wants to tell you!” 

“Alianora!” Dream scolds but she's already wandered off towards the bar. There's a brief silence before Hob coughs to break the tension.

“So…what’s that about?”

Dream sighs. 

“Nothing. Alianora is just interfering in my affairs, as per usual.”

“Affairs?” Hob snorts. “You make it sound like something illicit is happening at a birthday party.” 

“It’s not that, she just - “

Dream’s next words are cut off by loud cheers.

Dream and Hob turn to look at the source of the noise and it’s Johanna…kissing Alianora.

“Fucking finally!” Hob exclaims before he realizes what he's said. “I mean!” he slaps his hand over his mouth as he turns back to Dream. “Uh…sorry about your ex?”

Dream huffs. “It was me who broke off our relationship, Hob. We were always better as friends.” Hob notices then that Dream is smiling at the two of them. “She is lucky Johanna is so bold.”

Hob snorts. “Yeah, Jo’s not afraid to go for what she wants.” Unlike Hob. “So uh…no new girlfriend then?” It’s the lamest segue in history, but Hob can always blame it on the alcohol later.

“It’s recently come to my attention that I am gay,” Dream replies. 

“Oh, great,” Hob says before his brain catches up to him. “I mean! That’s not what I meant! Not that it’s not great to be gay, I’m bisexual myself, so absolute solidarity in liking men!”

Dream then bursts into laughter. It’s a beautiful ringing noise and if Hob weren’t already so far into his crush, he’d definitely have fallen in love at this very moment in time.

“Oi! You two gonna kiss too, or what?” Johanna yells from across the room, drawing back their attention. 

“You better!” Alianora chirps. “Dream hasn’t shut up about you for months!” 

Oh.

Hob looks back over at Dream, who is now spotting a very rosy color to his cheeks. Hob’s pretty sure he has the same sort of blush on his own face.

“So for our next matchup…” Hob says after a few moments of awkward, but charged silence between them. “If I win, do I get a victory kiss?” 

Dream snorts. “If that is what you desire more than free alcohol.”

“Oh, it is,” Hob says, feeling much braver now as he grins at his longtime crush. “And not to push my luck further…”

“I’m sure you will anyway,” Dream interjects, his lips also quirked into a small smile.

“But it is my birthday celebration, and it’s a rule that a man's gotta be kissed on his birthday.”

“Is it now?” Dream asks, feigning surprise.

“Yeah, you got any ideas for volunteers?”

“You’re drunk,” Dream replies. “And an idiot.”

Dream kisses him anyway, to loud cheers.

Best. Birthday. Ever.

[wordsvoyage]

II. Reunited In Rivendell

3018

It was 3018 in the Third Age when your mother Galadriel received concerning news. This news came from lord Elrond of Rivendell. They found the One Ring, carried by a young hobbit by the name of Frodo Baggins, the young nephew of Bilbo Baggings who you encountered some decades ago. He was sending out messengers far and wide to gather a council to decide how the ring should be destroyed and who would do it. When the messenger came to Lothlorien, your mother and father decided to send you to Rivendell as their representative. As the future queen, this concerned you, too.

A day later, you had gathered the things needed for the journey, and together with three more people, you left. You were traveling for a few days, luckily no issues on the road. Then, you finally reached the passage for Rivendell. As you were crossing it, you felt a sense of relief. You were there, at last, and everything went smoothly. However, you had an unusual feeling deep inside you. As if you were nervous or maybe even scared.

You crossed the passage, and you were already on Rivendell's territory. As you reached the bridge to the gorgeous castle of Rivendell, you saw two dark-haired elves coming towards you - lord Elrond and his right-hand Lindir. You stopped your horse and got off. You smiled at Lord Elrond and bowed to him. He smiled and opened his arms to hug you. 

- Arise, mae govannen! I'm glad to see you even if it's for such concerning events.

- Lord Elrond, I am glad to be back here and that I'm seeing you. Lindir - you turned to the other elf, smiled and since you knew each other from kids, you even hugged him. He was surprised but he hugged you and welcomed you back. 

- Come, my lady, you must be tired. The rest of the party is not here yet, so let us show you to your chambers so you have some rest.

You walked the familiar halls with them, you could see how troubled and concerned Elrond was. The castle of Rivendell, with its halls full of books and rooms from which music sounded, gave you some sort of comfort and warm feelings. Even though you still had this unknown and unusual feeling in you, you tried to ignore it. You reached the chambers and Elrond and Lindir left you to rest. You entered the room with a big, gorgeous balcony, overseeing the beautiful waterfalls and forests, and the entrance to the castle. You stayed there, in the quiet, to think. You knew the fact the ring was found meant your mother's time was almost over. Which meant you had to take your responsibilities seriously now. You knew this was going to be a huge and really important challenge for you, and had to find the strength within yourself. 

You tried to get some rest but you could not get any sleep, you were restless and did not know why. So you did the only thing you've always loved to do when you were at Rivendell - you went out on your balcony. It was early in the morning and the world was waking up around you. Dressed in a light silver gown, with your blonde hair falling on your sholders and back, you could feel the crisp autumn air. You loved this season and the changing leaves, the crisp air and the sense of change.

As you were standing there, you heard horses. You saw three men with beards and long hair coming in. The rest of the council party had finally started to arrive. They were welcomed by the elves and taken inside the castle. This happened with the dwarves that came after as well. And then, you saw him entering - Legolas, the prince of Mirkwood. He got off his horse and greeted the other elves. He looked different but was still as handsome if not even more. You felt it in your heart, the love and the warm feelings just flourishing inside you once more. But they were mixed together with the pain of your broken heart. Yes, after so many years, your heart was still not healed. And then your eyes met. He was still smiling lightly, but he was surprised to see you. You broke eye contact as you looked away and headed back inside your room where you sat on the bed, and even if you didn't want to, you cried.

*******

On the other morning, you woke up and started dressing for the council. You thought how stupid of you was to cry over him. You are a princess, you are strong, and even though it hurts you, this was no way you should be behaving. You stopped yourself from thinking about this and looked yourself in the mirror - you were dressed in a gorgeous long-sleeved light blue gown and you had a beautiful silver crown with blue gems, your hair falling freely. A knock brought you out of your thoughts. It was Lindir who came to escort you to the meeting. You exited your room with him walking closely behind you. Lindir took you to the meeting where everyone was already seated. Elrond presented you. You sat next to him and one of his sons. You immediately felt the eyes of Legolas on you but as soon as you looked at him, he looked away. 

The meeting began. You sat there as everyone was discussing what to do with the ring. The ring had to be destroyed, and everyone knew it. But Boromir, son of Denethor, from Godnor, wanted to get the ring and use it to win. Little did he know that this was never going to happen. At the end of the meeting, it was finally decided that the ring had to be destroyed in the fires of Mordor. Frodo decided to take on this task, surprising everyone. Then Gandalf spoke, pledging to help the hobbit:

- Oh, dear Frodo. I will help you bear this burden as long as it is yours to bear. 

Then, more people followed the example of Gandalf.

- You have my sword - said Aragorn. He kneeled in front of Frodo and smiled to him.

Then Legolas stood up and went to Frodo:

- And you have my bow - said he, and looked at you.

- And my axe - said Gimli, son of Gloin.

Boromir was the last to join, pledging himself to Frodo. He was to protect him from any harm on this journey. This is how the faith of the ring and of every race was decided. Later on, the other hobbits decided to join Frodo on his journey. This is how the Fellowship of the Ring was formed. Nine people to destroy the ring who had the power to destroy all of Middle Earth. Lord Elrond looked at the fellowship and then at you. You stood up and said: 

- This Fellowship holds the faith of all free folk in Middle Earth. It has to hold. Remember, you are connected to each other now, so forget your differences and always think of what binds you - you were talking much like your mother, and looking at each member of the Fellowship. - As you embark on this journey, you can be sure that you will have the protection of Valinor and the elves. But keep in mind that even with it, the road ahead is treacherous and long, and the enemy will do anything in its power to destroy you. But you have to stay together and strong. This is the only way we can defeat him. 

The meeting ended, and it was decided that the Fellowship would leave the next morning. Everyone went to their rooms to prepare. You went back to yours. Now that you were alone, you realized how scared you were that Legolas was going on this mission. When you heard him pledging himself, your heart sank. At first, you did not want to feel this way, but it was inevitable, you were scared for the love of your life. This was also the first time in decades you admitted to yourself that he was the one. Your mother prepared you for this. She knew that you and him were soulmates and were destined to be together, she told you that even if you did not want to feel this way, you had no choice. It was faith that binded you two, and you could not escape it.   Once you were in your room, you sat on a beautiful wooden bench. You were drowned in your thoughts about the future when you heard a knock on the wooden frame and then a familiar voice calling your name. You had not closed the door to your room, and as you turned around, you saw the prince standing in the frame. His eyes were dark with worry and sadness. Regardless he gave you a smile. You took a deep breath and invited him in. 

- Prince Legolas, what brings you to my quarters? 

- Arise...I felt the need to come and see you before we left - said he as he slowly walked toward you. - You look beautiful, my lady.

Something inside you trembled, and tho, you tried not to, you felt your cheeks going a bit red, you had trouble breathing. The last time he said you were beautiful was the day you got to Mirkwood so many years prior. 

- Thank you. I am glad you came to say goodbye...

- Arise, I wanted to say how terribly sorry I am for everything I did. I wasn't thinking straight, I was blinded by feelings I thought were real - he began. - But I realized quickly they were not. The worst thing is that I betrayed you, running away from my responsibilities and duties as a prince. But now, after all that happened and the last events, I've seen my mistake. And shall I return from this journey, I will do what is asked of me. 

As he was speaking, you felt as if he thought of you only as a responsibility, as a duty, something he must do, and not something he truly wants. Which in your mind meant he didn't love you or at least not the way you wanted to be loved. You couldn't help it, you felt your heart break and a lonely tear rolling down your cheek. You had not felt when he got so close to you but as he saw the tear he grabbed your chin and made you look at him. 

- What is wrong, my lady? - he looked at you and erased the tear from your cheek.

- Am I really only a responsibility for you? One of many you have? Am I really just something you are obligated to do? - it was really hard for you to speak, you felt as if you were going to cry any moment now. You had no power to pull yourself together even if you knew you had to. More tears started rolling from your eyes down your face as you were trying to get away from him. - After all this time you did not realize the truth...you did not...you have no idea how I feel. I am only a responsibility, a burden for you.

- Arise, no. You're much more than that...- but you didn't hear him. You could not contain your tears now. You broke out of his grip and headed towards the balcony. Your heart was heavy but you still found the strength to pull yourself together, wipe your tears and face him. You spoke out:

- I'm glad you came to say goodbye, Your Highness. I wish you luck on your journey, and may the power of the elves protect you - you said. He was surprised and hurt, but he bowed and exited your room. You turned towards the balcony and started crying again as he was preparing to leave.

*******

The next morning you and the other elves from Rivendell gathered in the garden to send off the Fellowship. Arwen was standing next to you, she was holding your hand while looking at Aragorn. You could feel how fearful she was and you wanted to show her support. You looked at Legolas for the last time, smiled at him, and said a protection spell. And then the Fellowship left for Mordor.

This is how you said goodbye to him, not knowing if you would see him alive again. Your heart was so heavy with sadness and anger, mainly towards yourself, that for the rest of your stay in Rivendell, you could not sleep. As you returned to Lothlorien, however, you decided to get a grasp on yourself and continued with your duties there. 

[thereader-radhika]

Nandini's Scroll

This post is about the books, not films.

When the Ponniyin Selvan novel begins, we see that Maduranthaka Thevar has won the support of the majority of the cheiftains in the country.  Veera Pandyan has been dead for 3 years but Aditha Karikalan is still alive. Why? Nandini has delayed the murder for as long as she could. After taking the oath with aabathudavigal to save her life, Nandini tried to escape by seeking asylum with Periya Pazhuvettaraiyar. That didn't work as she expected.

He married her, Ravidasan caught up with her and tried to kill her again. She tells him that she will use her beauty and skills for their goal. And what is their goal? She slowly changes goal posts. Nandini too found pleasure in creating discord in the royal family. So pragmatic Ravidasan waits and lets Nandini work.

And that wait has ended.

You've still not told me what it is.

We have arranged to send people to Kanchi and Lanka.

When Ravidasan comes to visit Nandini after Vanthiyathevan leaves, Nandini still doesn't have a clear idea about what they are doing.

"Why did you take so long to say so? I had them ready even before you asked," said Nandini. She bent down, took a bag from under the bed and gave it to Ravidasan. "This bag is full of gold coins from Lanka..."

She knows that they are up to some mischief in Lanka and has arranged for the Lankan gold coins to finance their journey. But they are not going to Lanka alone. They are despatching some men to Kanchi too.

And Nandini panics badly. Their time is coming to an end. She can't sit back and let aabathudavigal work. She can't go to Kanchi either. So a letter it is. But how can she deliver it to him?

Vanthiyathevan doesn't come back. She doesn't have trusted messengers at her beck and call. The opportunity presents itself on that day itself in the form of injured Kandan Maran. Nandini treats him in her palace and decides to send it through him.

We see her writing and rewriting the scroll, sighing, trembling and sweating. This is their death warrant. Since Pazhavoor Ilaya Rani Nandini Devi doesn't have any reason to write direct letters to Koparakesari Aditha Karikalan, she makes it as "grandmotherly" as possible - your father (Emperor) is ill, forget all misunderstandings, come back.

She gives it to Kandan Maran, who tries to assault her by grabbing her hands. Pervert 🤢 Nandini can not respond but her situation is illustrated by an allegory.

A chained parrot was seated on a triangular perch suspended from the roof of the mandapam. In his haste, Pazhuvettarayar grabbed the bird without meaning to, the turmoil in his mind spreading to his hands. The bird fluttered its wings and screeched, unable to endure his vice-like grip.

I don't think I need to explain who is the chained parrot.

Nandini can not afford to send any secret letters through someone like Kandan Maran. So she is planning to use all her charm here.

She tells Periya Pazhuvettaraiyar that she is sending a letter to the crown prince. Obviously,  Pazhuvettaraiyar doesn't like that his wife is sending a message to another man. Nandini's reply is hilarious,

"If the Ilaya Piratti can send a scroll to her younger brother through his friend, why can’t the Pazhuvoor Rani write one to the elder brother and send it through this man?"

What kind of excuse is that? Still Pazhuvettaraiyar is temporarily distracted by the news of Kundavai's scroll. Mission half success. But Kandan Maran who was watching this interaction feels uncomfortable and seeks confirmation again.

"What should I tell my father? Can I tell him that this is the Pazhuvoor chief's desire?"

Of course. Nandini's desire is her husband's desire too, isn't it darling? Pazhuvettaraiyar couldn't do anything but agree to it.

After Kandan Maran leaves, Pazhuvettaraiyar grills Nandini again. She reiterates her excuse - she is planning to teach a lesson to Kundavai. Does her esteemed husband understand?

Well, he doesn't understand a thing but has to pretend like he did because he would look like a fool otherwise. Phew! Narrow escape! If Kandan Maran or Pazhuvettaraiyar read the letter or asked her relevant, objective questions, Nandini's story would have ended that day.

[aprillikesthings]

TIME FOR MORE SHE-RA

s1 ep7 let's do this

note: it's 9:14pm let's see how long a single episode takes me ahaha

Y'know, I was going to make a joke about how this is so my aesthetic it's painful, but interestingly enough the colors shifted wildly between my screenshot and adding it to the post. Have they been doing this the whole time and I hadn't noticed??? In Netflix it looks far closer to periwinkle??? fascinating

It's always been a little odd to me that nobody carries ANYTHING (other than magical swords I guess) in this show. And I get why (too much of a pain to animate) but it does mean they have to just sleep on the ground without a blanket or pillow or anything.

Meanwhile I can't even leave my house without at least a messenger bag

I ALWAYS WONDER THIS

okay so I forgot about Mystacor being the place all the sorcerers hang out and it's also mystical vacation land

SIDE NOTE a small thing that frustrates me is how little the animators agree on Glimmer's body size/shape. She's intended to be chubby (and not in an hourglass-y way) but it feels like a lot of the animators just refused to do it. There's a lot of scenes where she looks closer to my size, and I wear a small/medium in American clothes. Harrumph.

I was just about to make a joke about how Adora is gonna struggle to relax

Like gooey stuff in Miyazaki/Ghibli movies, but with a much lower budget

I can't find a gif but you know what I mean

Listen. I know I'm literally here for the gay. I know the show was made by people familiar with fandom, who put all that subtext in there on purpose and knew we'd read into it. But I still did a little kicky-feet wiggle thing when Catra's eyes widened at the mention of Adora's name.

TBH I think this is actually why I keep falling for animated media. You always know that whatever is on the screen was done on purpose.

Like, this shot from Arcane:

This is right after Vi sees Caitlyn visibly flirting with another woman; earlier Vi had asked Caitlyn "men or women?" and Caitlyn had wiggled out of the question.

So Vi's face here does an "Ah, so women it is then. NICE. Shit, I might have a chance." in like, a second and a half.

And it was all very intentional!! The people at Fortiche animation have SAID this. We're supposed to read it that way!!

I dunno. Maybe I'm still just traumatized from my time in the BBC Sherlock fandom. Are we supposed to read it as romantic or not? Because so many shots seemed full of intentional subtext (and I'm not even getting into TJLC shit, just stuff we ALL NOTICED after THE FIRST SEASON, even fucking normies noticed it) and then the showrunners spent the next few years telling us we were just imagining it.

Whereas if Caitlyn looks at Vi's lips before looking back up at her eyes, and we read into that, it's because we were supposed to. If Catra looks worried about Adora after Shadow Weaver mentions her, that's on purpose.

UGH.

Anyway.

Catra (trying to sound bored): sooooo gotta go find Adora again, got it Shadow Weaver: Nuh-uh. You get to just stand outside as guard, because you're a worthless piece of shit. [Unspoken: And also so Hordak doesn't know I'm disobeying him. :) ] Shadow Weaver: *creates a ginormous monster* Catra: yikes Shadow Weaver: GTFO OR GET HIT

Glimmer keeps trying to get out things like the tour and the eclipse ceremony and it's like your Auntie is right GIRL YOU CAN PUT UP WITH IT FOR ONCE it's all new to Adora c'mon

sorry I just get excited when they make places look a bit like medieval cathedrals

Side note did you know that, at least in England that I'm aware of, none of those medieval cathedrals have foundations. None. None of them. There's one in England that's built over a GRAVEL FILLED LAKE and if the water level gets too low the place is just gonna collapse. (They have fancy water gauges and plans for diverting water if necessary.) Anyway that's part of why so many of them charge admission for non-religious stuff. Keeping those 800-year-old super tall stone and glass buildings with NO FOUNDATIONS standing up is hella expensive. D:

Here's the twitter thread where I learned some of this information, btw

NOPE.

Anyway this is why part of the plot of my fic is related to how Adora and Catra have never had a healthy model for any kind of relationship, family or otherwise.

Oh I forgot Shadow Weaver's previous name. Anyway I still think her and Castaspella were together at some point

Adora's expression here ahahaha

Adora has ADHD but I already said that lol, and yeah I love the beach and I still need something to *do* even if it's just endlessly walking back and forth

also how does a floating island have a beach? anyway (edit: they're clouds that SOUND like water)

Yes this moment gets ruined immediately but I love it when they throw a bone to other ships, okay

YES???? DUH

also I get that they did the top on Bow so they didn't have to draw nipples and make him the only one that's topless but also we can imagine it's covering top surgery scars, trans!Bow headcanons are always winning

"So, mom stuff?" "No, commanding officer stuff. ...And mom stuff."

'cause yeah that's not awful or anything

but also now I'm imagining Shadow Weaver trying to explain periods

AAHGHHG Bow is the best. "sounds like she did a number on you. But you're away from her now. Did you want to do something else? Maybe find something to hit??" he's trying so hard to be supportive

The fact that Shadow Weaver knows how to make that monster have Catra's voice, and that she knew that was Adora's weak spot...

And this is in Hordak's, saying basically "the entire rebellion will end up dead and it'll be your fault :)"

Shadow Weaver knows exactly how to psychologically torture Adora.

Okay so Castaspella says She-Ra destroyed "a thousand years of sacred writings" and I'm just like...okay that implies Etheria has an actual religion??

And yeah that's definitely still Shadow Weaver

Also I watched the screenshot change color as I posted it. Gyahhhh.

A mutual pointed out in her live-tweeting of s5 that you could write an entire essay on the meaning of face-touching in this show. It's the one thing Shadow Weaver ever seems to do to intentionally imply affection/caring, but she only ever does it with manipulative, cruel intent, and there are multiple times I think that both Adora and Catra lean into it (even if only for a second) out of hope/relief.

(something something about baby monkeys clinging to dolls that shock them rather than have no mother at all)

(don't look up that experiment if you don't know what I'm talking about as it's incredibly upsetting, but the gist is that children will seek affection from a parental figure when hurt, even if said parent is the one hurting them, because seeking out a parent/caregiver when hurt is instinctual to infants and children. And if knowing that explains any part of your childhood I am so, so sorry)

Yeah that's straight out of the Standard Abuser's Guidebook

"Nobody cares about you or loves you or understands you the way I do. You're just like me, not them."

More face-touching!!

oh I don't like the implications here at ALL

[EDIT: she wasn't actually going to do that. She just wants Adora under her thumb to control her. it's the kind of bullshit abusers promise the moment they think you might leave. "I'll be better this time!"]

I'm not screen-shotting Adora's little speech of triumph but oh man it's GREAT and cathartic to watch

"Adora, enough of this. Come home." ....didn't Catra use nearly those words exactly

Yeah I'm glad they included that line

Bow: I'm so sorry we didn't believe you :( Adora: No, that's what Shadow Weaver does--manipulates people and pushes them apart

That's some nice awareness

And then yeah we get a moment of Catra scheming.

OKAY it's 10:44pm. Hour and a half! For twenty minutes of TV! But to be fair I did make/eat toast and play with the cat (he walked in and then jumped into the laundry basket, of course I had to parade around the house with him in there).

11:24pm: shit this post has been sitting here for half an hour bc I was actually writing on the fic lolol

[scribesim]

Warning the Town

Out of sight of the farm, she hitched up the front of her skirt through the rope she wore as a belt and took off her shoes. Taking three deep breaths, she began to run again.

It had been two years since this plan had been created by the men of the town, and she had been practicing every day since her father sat her down and told her the role she was to play. She had loved to run since she was a little girl. That’s why they chose her, he said. And because she was fast.

Her mother would scold her if she saw how rough her feet had become. It wasn’t proper for a girl, not even a farmer’s daughter. But the grass was too long, and the fields unpredictable. Only the road was straight and true, though covered in stone. Day after day she ran it, toughening her feet little by little. Now she barely felt the rocks beneath her.

Mother won’t scold when she sees how I save the town, Adriana thought.

Despite all the practice, her lungs were burning when the town came into view. She wanted to stop to catch her breath, but if the Danes were able to get horses from the alehouse, they may only be a minute behind.

She saw a wagon stopped for repairs just outside of town. Adriana stopped and tried to tell them her warning, but they paid no attention. They were travelers and strangers. They didn’t know Adriana, and they didn’t know the plan.

She saw the miller’s wife a short distance away, her arms loaded with a bundle of bags to be filled back at the mill.

“Madam, the Danes have come! They’re sailing up river. We’ve had the signal!”

“Come now, Adriana, I’ve no time for games today.”

“No, I’m honest, I am! The alewife’s boy, Thomas, he called to us.”

“Then you’re a fool for listening to him, girl. It’s too early for them. The river be froze over still.”

The woman carried on, leaving Adriana to call to her back “Not by the sea it’s not!”.

Adriana felt defeated. How could the woman not listen? Adriana was the messenger, it was her job to warn them. How could they ignore her?

She continued on to the first merchants, with their tables only half full of wares this late in the day. The street was quite packed with shoppers.  Errand boys were ducking in and out of the crowds, hoping a quick job would yield a larger coin from their masters.

Adriana tried calling to merchants, each in turn. Some didn’t even hear her over the crowd, others waved her on. One even laughed at her.

“Adriana, your feet!”

It was Elizabeth. Thank goodness, a friend.

“Elizabeth, thank the heavens! You have to listen to me. The Danes have come. We have to warn the town. We need the men to grab their arms. Please, help me.”

“Adriana, where are your shoes? Pull your dress down before someone sees! What a state you are in! What game have you been playing?” Elizabeth asked.

“None. No games Elizabeth. Listen to me now! Forget about my shoes. The Danes! Do you hear me? The Danes have come!”

Elizabeth began pulling at Adriana’s dress, freeing it from the belt.

“What would your mother say?” she asked.

“She won’t be saying anything if we don’t get them some help!” Adriana’s voice cracked and Elizabeth finally looked her in the eyes.

“What did you say? No, Adriana, no. Not the Danes. Tell me it’s a farce.”

“No, sweet girl, I wish it were. We have to warn everyone.”

The two girls looked around at the chaos in the streets. They could barely hear one another. How were they to yell over this crowd?

“It has been like this all week,” Elizabeth said. “Everyone replenishing their stores now that the snow is melting. No one will listen. They are too busy arguing over coin.”

“Well, I have to find a way. It is my responsibility,” Adriana said.

Elizabeth’s head snapped up. “What about Richard? Could he help? I saw him earlier in his father’s stall.”

“Of course!” Adriana said. “Clever girl. Richard will know what to do. Come on!”

[katherinemathew]

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