#Get him babygirl that was uncalled for

[vengencefilledwriter]

WYLL!!!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

🎃nightmare suit groovies~🎃

***Spoilers below the cut!! Please note: The R cards (Azul, Epel, Vil, Malleus) do not have new illustrations.***

OH MY GOD STOOOOP 😭 NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS CHARACTER CAMEOS IN THE GROOVIES??? ?? ?????? ??!???!? ?? ??? YOU MIGHT AS GFWELL WALK RIGHT UP TO ME AND IRiP MY FRIGIGN HEART OT RIGHT NOW

wWAHASL,ADFJHHDUPGFFI42T69O38QGPEGBIP;DGN;GDN;J J WORD SQUASHED U P IN THE AMYOR'S LITTLE CAR.. . . ....... . . . ... . . .. . ...... . . . OTL With the hair pushed back like that, teeth out, and eyes lidded, Jade almost looks like Floyd here. I THPOGU TI WOULDN'T BE sURIRPISED BY HIS SMIELS ANYMORE BUT I GUESS SI AWAS WRONG... This smile's very different than his unhinged/suspicious/evil ones and his pure ones, it's charming but more on the relaxed side. I also noticed the teeth are wider than usual (again, very Floyd-like), Jade's are narrower/smaller.

I like Trey's Groovy a ton! A lot more than I thought I would, actually. The blueish lighting and him looming over Sally's pot reminds me of his Club Wear card. ahdbasdlai There's also a slight sheen to his eyes, so Trey comes off like he's fascinated by her cooking and wants to learn more about Sally's techniques. He looks slightly shady too though, like some drug dealer inspecting the goods...

FHLBOQYW8QYFAFWI LRIDDLE'S RIDING IN THE CURSED CHILDREN'S BATHTUB... It's a little terrifying how hyperdetailed Lock, Shock, and Barrel's faces are and how they're all staring right at the camera. Riddle seems so calm, glancing at you over his shoulder with a little smirk. I usually don't use this adjective for him, but it makes Riddle feel cool! And since the image is shot from a slight worm's eye view angle, it gives him the illusion of being taller than he actually is--

Go figure, you slap the mad scientist character with the mad scientist of Halloween Town. Perfect pairing, honestly. I get very similar vibes between Idia and Dr. Finkelstein as I did with Trey and Sally; Idia is showing a real interest in the good (?) doctor's work and they appear to be deep in a discussion about it. The way Idia is bending over the table adgvkadsdval it kinda gives his body a more... triangular shape... that I just KNOW bro doesn't actually have. His face here seems more elegant than usual, almost Vil-like.

Thanks for the uncalled for viewing of the underside of your boot, Sebek 💀asjldboaysvyfevfeq I CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS, he's trying so hard to come off as intimidating but I cannot see him as "the boss", even if he is posed like one. Give that jack 'o lantern some credit though, it sure is doing a fine job of supporting Sebek's big ol' beefy arm. Jack Skellington in the back is also sending me... Is he supposed to be intimidating??? That positioning just makes me think of someone leaning against a doorframe and trying to flirt by calling you their babygirl. GHBLIABFYIABFIAF ANYWAY I DON'T THINK THIS GROOVY WAS FOR ME

... wHAT THEFUCK. That was NOT what I expected of Jamil's Groovy. First was the weird pumpkin stroking, now bro's dancing with skeletons?????? IS THIS JUST WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU'REEMOTIONALLY REPREssED YOUR ENTIRE LIFE... YOU POP OFF AND DO THE MOST OUT OF PocKET THINGS FOR FUNSIES?????? Jamil looks so smug as he's doing it too, it feels like he's shittalking you like a Mean Girl while he's busting a sick dance move. (Cameo: his toof) Jack in the background also looks the most sinister of all the SSRs. That combination of laughter and showing off his teeth... Unsettling.

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A head canon popped up; Wilson loves ties, of course, we've all seen that, but it's the item he buys himself when he has to tell a child that they're going to die in cancer or when his parents calls or when someone who looks like Danny walks past or when he's just having one of his bad days or when House has lashed out at him (and he knows and feels it was uncalled-for/undeserved). Then he leaves the hospital with some dumb excuse no one believes he's him but doesn't question him (he's a head of a department after all) and he goes to buy himself a new tie. He lets his fingers touch the silky texture and his eyes be captured by the different colours and patterns and he can finally *breathe* normal again. And when he leaves with a small plastic bag containing a waaaaay too expensive new tie, he feels a little bit better, a little lighter.

(So then I just got this scene in my head of a new house-ducking not having realised that Wilson's married to House and is expressing how annoying he thinks Wilson is- the "pretend" kindness and niceness and humbleness and, oh how he hates all the different ties!!!- while the other ducklings give him death stares that meant to communicate "shut up, shut up, House has just walked into the room!!!", but he just continues and actually thinks House will agree with hin since House *always* makes fun of Wilson's ties and general appearance; but then he just gets slapped in the face (maybe also physically) with "Shut up, I'm the only one who's allowed to laugh at his ties because I'm the only one who knows why Mr Perfectly-Well-Adjusted has so many ties and I'm the only when who's there, holding him when he's crying himself to sleep, so just get out and tell Cuddy you're quitting today or I'll make your life hell!")

(Also, also: Very plausible that also my other babygirl Tony Balerdi buys himself a new tie just to make himself feel a little bit better wherever reality gets too much 🫣 Tony and Wilson are pretty similar... Can't help it...)

[yiiiikesmish]

welcome back slow horses fandom. it's the season finale 😭😭😭 i don't even know what i'm going to do with my life after these 52 minutes (it's so short!!?? why will smith why??)

anyways for the last time this season spoilers below for s4 ep6. have fun reading my thoughts. hopefully there will be a lot of thirsting about river bc i love him.

SHOOT TO KILL ON RIVER??? EXCUSE ME??? tell him diana river is a baby he wouldn't kill anyone without good reason (or by accident but whatever)

thank god patrice didn't think to check for phone. and that river hasn't lost said phone.

damn that's a fancy ass restaurant. i'm scared.

HELLO DAD HELP I SCREAMED I WAS NOT PREPARED. I KNEW IT BUT AGALLAJDHLAGHSLEINZJWK

once again if you skip the title credits i don't trust you. it's a masterpiece.

on the credits bit i hope next season they put written by emmy winner will smith. they need to highlight that. my man won an emmy for his brilliant writing. they should be shouting it from the rooftops

this bitch didn't send my baby birthday cards after his 9th birthday but she had the audacity to tell louisa to remind my son i exist. bitch.

i want you locked up i'm so proud.

he might believe he's unappreciated but let's all remember lamb would absolutely secretly freak out if river disappeared for reals

i feel like i'm at a ted talk. that's my sassy baby right there i love him so much. he's so pretty i can't

ok i have agree with frank. maybe it's my hate grandpa david but he def keeps river around like a pet

this conversation is grand. look at river standing up for himself and being sassy and smart. i'm so proud.

i love toddy and his mistletoe chair.

istg marcus if you're about to go gambling i will murder you. walk into that bookie and see what happens i dare you.

go louisa. girlboss

that baldspot on the back of lambs head actually stresses me tf out. babe your hair is so greasy and ik greasy is you thing but you'll be bald at this rate

moira WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT YOU STUPID STUPID WOMAN.

two train tickets to europe? start over? build a relationship? what are we in a romcom? hello???

fuck you, and stay away from my grandfather. i'm so proud of you my lovely baby boy

gotta give it to frank that murder plan is hot. slicing the femoral artery is hot. fave way for hypothetical murder.

babe you're not subtle WHY WOULD YOU WARN HIM THE DOGS ARE THERE

no SHUT UP MOIRA YOURE NOT HELPFUL

oh thank god roddy didn't get shot

well outside the restaurant is a disaster

oh did he get shot. and he's gonna be a baby about it lmao

please i can't stop laughing he's so dumb STOP STRUGGLING YOU STUPID FUCK YOU WONT BE ABLE TO GET THAT GRENADE OUT IF YOURE ACTING LIKE THIS. thank god for louisa

oh my fucking god moira stop fucking moving you're not helping

i love louisa and river's friendship. it's actually so important to me.

GO COE SLAY EMO BOY

is it bad i kind of hope patrice like... wins? he needs a win i hope he gets something

ow??? that was uncalled for frankly elevator stairs HURTS those poor civilians

RUN BABYGIRL RUN DEFEAT YOUR FATHER

NOOOOOO THEY KILLED PATRICE that's so sad omg HE DESERVED A HAPPY ENDING

oh wait he didn't die. yay!!!

genuinely why are two slow horses faster runners than a team of dogs. don't dogs like.. run for a living??? oh it was artistic decision got it

SLAY SHIRLEY SHOOT THE MEAN MAN

omg SHUT UP MOIRA

YES LAMB YES SHIRLEY SLAY what a bunch of icons (not u moira i don't like you)

OH SHIT HE KILLED MARCUS. oh no poor shirley

smart boy river i'm so proud. i dont know how to say this without it being incredibly weird but like i feel like a proud mother hen but also would fuck him so fucking fast

immediate ick don't call my baby son

don't fucking son me gagged i'm so attracted to you river cartwright

wait patrice is alive??? (i'm sad bc marcus is dead but like yay!! patrice is alive!! he's a baby!! look at him he wants to die that's a sign of sadness inside!!)

marcus and shirley were platonic soulmates you can't change my mind.

GO COE GO (actually love him for that. shirley would've spiraled if she shot him even if it was for marcus. coe knows what's up) (but also sad bc patrice lowkey slayed and kinda sad he's dead)

my son river GET MY MANS NAME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH LITERALLY SHUT UP YOU FUCK

kinda obsessed with franks accent ngl it's fun

wait what failsafe. i'm now very scared

OH FUCK THATS THE FAILSAFE?? HEAD OF SERVICE??? damn that's some failsafe.

lamb cares a shit tonne about his horses you can fucking fight me over that.

ok moira i don't like you but you slayed that convo starter with whelan. whelan i'm so disappointed in you i really thought i'd like you and boom your actually a dick with zero thoughts (i really thought you were secretly smart dammit)

oooh i like that jacket rivers wearing.

damn they finally forced david into assisted living. that sucks :/ but like also maybe river will be able to stop being so worried all the time. oh my poor baby river this is so hard on him too.

river loves his grandad so much i feel so bad for him.

i love river and lambs relationship. they hate each other but also respect each other and would definitely protect one another even if they complain the entire time and i love that for them.

NO THE SEASON IS OVER. WHAT HAPPENS TO FRANK THOUGH. WILL THEY LET THE LETTERS BE PUBLISHED OR COMPLY WITH FRANK. I NEED ANSWER oh next season preview slay

preview thoughts:

RODDY HAS A MANBUN?

WAS THAT RIVER AND LOUISA KISSING NOOOOO WHAT HAPPENED TO MY FRIENDSHIP BESTIES at least louisa looks mildly terrified (istg river get your feelings straight)

omg river and coe are gonna be besties??? (how did this man get beaten up in the face and pink liquid all over himself while coe looks flawless and clean in that emo majestic type way of his??)

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO LIFE IS AWFUL SLOW HORSES IS OVER AND WHO KNOWS WHEN SEASON 5 COMES OUT

[specialagentlokitty]

Giles x reader - what I should have done

Part two:

Standing in your office, you looked at the few others that were in there and you glared at them.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Directors orders, he doesn’t trust these lot to be unattended, given the mortality rate in the town, and that they seem to be in the middle of everything and he wants somebody on the inside reporting to him.”

You shook your head.

“I’m not going.”

“You don’t have a choice, we’ve already sorted your house out, plus wouldn’t it be nice for the kids to get to know their dad?”

“That’s uncalled for, you can’t bring them into this, it’s a fucking recon mission not a damn family get together.”

Rhodes sight, coming to stand next to you.

“We just want more information about the slayer and the witches, that’s it. Simple follow and gather.” One of them sighed.

“You heard (Y/N), she’s not going and that’s final.”

“Oh go be a good lapdog for somebody else!” An agent snapped at him.

Rhodes stormed forward, grabbing the relatively new agent he slammed him into the wall, nearly putting him through it.

You looked at them and looked to the one you were speaking too.

“You’ve got a better chance since you know the watcher, you leave in a few days, and you’re to tell them they have no choice, they will comply or be arrested.”

You sighed, seeing you didn’t have a choice in any of this.

So by the end of the day you found yourself in Sunnydale, standing inside your new house while the twins ran around exploring.

“This is so shit…”

“Come on, it’s not that bad. At least you have me for a roommate.” Rhodes grinned.

“Oh yeah, that’s great. You can handle the twins when they’re awake at night then.”

He raised his hands, backing away from you.

“Your kids, not mine.”

You laughed, and looked down when you felt yourself get tackled.

Reaching down, you picked up the little girl, running a hand over her brown hair.

“Hey babygirl, what’s up?”

“Can we go outside…?”

You looked out the window.

“I’m sorry but you can’t, it’s dark outside, but tomorrow we’ll go outside all day, yeah?”

She nodded quickly and you kissed her head, setting her back on the ground so she could go run after her brother.

“Iris and Gabriel seem to like it here at least, and Rebel seems fine.”

You looked over at the German shepherd in the corner.

“Rhodes, Rebel couldn’t care less where we go, as long as he can be with the twins he’s pretty happy wherever.”

As the next day came around, and you found yourself outside in the sun, you had Gabriel on your back while Iris was dragging Rhodes around.

Rebel happily padded along next to you, his tail wagging slightly as he explored his new town.

You felt Gabriel tap your head and you stopped so you could look at him.

“What’s up sweetheart?” You asked.

“Magic shop! Do they sell magic?” He asked.

You looked towards the magic box and sighed quietly, making your way over to Rhodes.

He glanced at the shop, and looked at you.

“You think it’s a smart idea?”

“I may hate his guts, but he’s got a right to meet his kids at least.”

Rhodes shrugged.

“He was a dick, he left them. He left you.”

“Rhodes, Gabriel wants to see if they sell magic, how can I say not to his little face? I might as well introduce them while I’m there.”

“I don’t.. that’s not how magic works..”

He gestured to your son.

“Are you really going to tell my sweet little boy that? Are you going to break his little heart?”

Rhodes rolled his eyes and walked over to the shop, letting Iris and Rebel run in, then let you and Gabriel go in before following you.

“Do they sell magic mama?” Gabriel asked.

“Yes baby, they sell magic.”

He gasped and you set him on the floor.

“Remember you two, don’t pick up anything, we don’t want to break things.”

“Yea mama!” The yelled.

Rebel followed them, and you pointed to Rhodes so he would trail behind them and you walked to the counter, hitting the bell.

You heard the British man call out that he would be there in a moment and you looked at the woman who looked at you.

“You’re the one who pointed a gun at us all.”

“And you’re an ex demon, are we stating the obvious?” You asked.

“You’re not allowed here, I won’t serve you.”

“Great, I’m not here to buy anything. Tell the British asshole to get the hell out here.”

She huffed, crossing her arms.

“(Y/N), you.. you’re here..” he whispered.

“This isn’t exactly a social call, we need to talk.”

He nodded, gesturing to the back room and you followed him, leaning against the doorframe.

“What is it? Is everything alright?”

“I’ve been sent here to watch you all, report back to shield, ensure that you’re not a threat. This isn’t an option you get a say in. Let’s call it a curtesy call, just a forewarning.”

He furrowed his brows.

“I.. I don’t understand what this has to do with us? Why do you need to watch us?”

“Ex demon, witches, funky business happening in this town, the slayer? It’s all pretty self explanatory, all I’ve been told is watch you, if you refuse I get to arrest you and throw you in a dank hole for the rest of your life.”

Giles sighed, slowly nodding his head.

“I see… so this is just business?”

You turned around, making your way back to the door.

“Exactly.”

You stopped, and you turned around.

“I do owe you something however, so this is your one chance, follow me.”

Giles trailed after you, and you made your way to the table where the two children were climbing all over the people sat at it while Rhodes tried to grab them.

“Come on you two your mom is going to kill me! Stop climbing on them!”

“Play tag!” Iris giggled.

“Tag!” Gabriel cheered.

Willow and Tara laughed a little as Iris stood on the table, jumping up and down, and Gabriel was trying to pull Buffy away from her chair.

“You two know it’s rude to climb on people, Gabriel stop trying to pull the poor girl from her chair.”

He stopped and ran over to you, jumping into your arms and you picked him up, holding him upside down.

Walking over, you passed him to Rhodes and he laughed, as Rhodes held him by the legs, letting him swing himself back and forth.

Walking to the table you swept Iris into your arms, letting her sit on your shoulder.

Giles looked at the two children, he immediately recognised them from the photo he had framed in his living room.

He walked over to the table, asking them all to leave for a short while and they quietly slipped out, and he closed the shop before walking back over.

“Do you guys want to meet somebody very important?” You whispered.

They quickly nodded and you set Iris on the floor, Rhodes setting Gabriel on the floor, and you took their hands.

Pulling them aside you knelt down in front of them, helping Iris brush some dirt from her dress and you smiled.

“Do you remember when I told you that your dad had gone away for work, and that’s why you couldn’t see him?”

“He wears funny glasses.” Gabriel said.

You laughed softly, nodding your head as your remembered the photo you would show them so they’d know his face.

“Yeah, he does. Well, your dad lives here, in this town, he owns this shop, would you like to meet him?”

The two quickly nodded their heads.

“Is he nice?!” Iris whispered yelled.

“He is, he’s the sweetest person ever.”

You took their hands and led them over to Giles, and he crouched down.

He took his glasses off, setting them in his pocket and he smiled softly.

“Hello…” he whispered.

Gabriel shuffled behind his sister, and she held her chin up.

Giles chuckled a little at her attempt to intimidate him, and he smiled again.

You gently urged the duo forward, and Rebel stepped forward, but stopped when you held your hand out.

“Go on, it’s alright you two. That’s your dad, go say hello.”

Gabriel waved a little, and Giles waved back.

“You two are perfect, absolutely amazing.” He said softly.

“Really?!” Iris gasped.

“Definitely.”

She beamed up at you then beamed at her dad.

She was more confident about running over to hug her dad then Gabriel was, he had always been a little more reserved, he was a mamas boy, he loved you more than anybody.

Giles smiled, sweeping her into his arms and he stood up, kissing the side of her head.

“Does papa sell magic?” Gabriel asked.

“I.. I don’t..”

You held your hand up.

“Yes, he sells magic, but you’re too young to buy it.”

Gabriel nodded and hugged your legs.

Giles smiled at you, looking between his children.

“They’re so perfect…”

“You think that now, give it a few weeks.”

“You mean I.. I.. can see them again?”

You sighed, gesturing for him to come aside with you and he set his daughter down, following you across the shop.

“I’m pissed at you, let’s not forget that. I’m never going to forgive you for leaving me Rupert, but you didn’t know about them, so you didn’t exactly abandon them.”

You glanced at the twins sitting with Rhodes on the floor, playing games with the dog.

“You have every right to be in their lives, just like I do. They don’t know what really happened, they know you went away for work, but that’s it. You always wanted children, I’m not going to take them away from you just because of what happened between us, that isn’t fair on them.”

Giles nodded his head.

“We’ll start this slow, I’ll bring them by a few times a week, without those college students, let you get to know them and then we take it from there, but you’re not going to be left alone with them because I can’t trust you.”

“That’s understandable.”

And you kept to what you said, you would bring them by, he would close the shop for a few hours to spend time with them while you worked.

Where you went, Rhodes and Rebel went, which Giles understood.

Giles spent the next few getting to know his children, and the twins absolutely loved him, they loved to listen to him read, or pretend to help him in the shop.

Today they had asked if you could all go for a walk, and you agreed, walking behind Giles, Iris and Gabriel while you, Rebel and Rhodes kept your distance.

“He really loves them huh?”

“I’m glad he does, because if he breaks their hearts it means I get to put a bullet in his skull, and I don’t want to explain to them why their dad is dead after the just met him.”

Rhodes chuckled a little.

“Come on, you’ve got to admit you’ve gone softer in him since coming here.”

“I hate him.”

Rhodes shook his head.

“You’re hurt, but you don’t hate him (Y/N). I see the way you smile when he makes them laugh, the way your face goes all soft when he’s not looking.”

“Rhodes I’m not getting into this with you.”

“Come on, you’re still in love with him, I know you are. He’s still madly in love with you too.”

You said nothing, and he sighed.

“You can keep running in circles around each other, but you’re connected, as long as you’ve got those two sweet angels right there you two are always going to be in each others lives.”

“Rhodes!” You snapped.

He raised his hands, and you marched off, sweeping Iris into your arms making her giggle and you smiled at her.

She rested her head on your shoulder and looked at you.

“Mama?”

You hummed, looking at her.

“Papa will stay with us won’t he? He won’t leave again?”

You looked at Giles who frowned a little.

“Yeah babygirl, he’s not going anywhere, right?” You asked.

“No, no of course not. I’m staying, wherever you are I’lll be there.”

He stopped in front of you, and you crouched down to pick up Gabriel, holding them both.

“You two are the most important people in my life. I’m not going anywhere Iris I promise you that.”

He smiled, kissing both their heads, and he took them from you, holding them gently as he looked at you and smiled.

You looked at him and you turned away.

“You need to go back to the shop.”

He watched as you walked ahead and sighed, following behind you.

He had been trying to make things right with you, trying anything to fix the mess that he had made all those years ago but you kept yourself closed off.

As you all made your way back to the shop, seeing the group of young adults waiting outside for Giles.

“Oh it’s the mini Giles’!” Willow gasped.

“Oh they’re so small, why are they so small (Y/N)?” Anya asked.

You rolled your eyes, taking the keys from Giles pocket so you could unlock the shop to let everybody in.

“Because they’re only 5 years old Anya, humans don’t exactly sprout like plants.”

Giles gently set the twins on the floor, making his way over to the table and sat down.

“I still cant believe that Giles has kids, it’s so weird.” Xander said.

He sat on the floor, taking the toy truck that Gabriel handed him.

“I know, it’s kind of gross actually. Someone actually did things with Giles.” Buffy said.

You nearly spat out your drink, trying to hold back your laughter.

“All these years and still not a single shred of respect.” Giles sighed.

“I’m starting to like you more and more each day Buffy.”

She grinned a little at you.

“Why can’t we always have them here, they’re so adorable.” Tara said.

“Because my children do have a bedtime routine, and I can only stand so long of seeing Rupert’s face before I get annoyed with him.”

“Really? You now as well?”

“She has a point, you have an annoying face.” Rhodes nodded.

“Wonderful, everybody pick on the shop owner. At least my children love me.”

You heard your phone ring, and you reached into your pocket, pulling it out.

Looking at Rhodes you gestured to the group before walking to the other side of the shop.

Of course it was work related, and the call lasted a few minuets before you hung up.

“You’re needed back at HQ, they want all the files bringing with you asap.”

“On it, I’ll keep you updated.”

You nodded and watched him leave.

The following night you received a call, and you quickly dialled another number, getting everything ready as you waited.

A knock on your door made you look up and you walked over to open it, letting Giles in and he looked at everything and how you were dressed.

“You’re leaving?” He asked sadly.

“No, I need to go on a mission, should be a few hours it’s fairly local. With Rhodes gone and I you to stay here watch the twins, they’re asleep right now.”

“Yes, yes of course.”

You grabbed your gun, taking it apart to put back into its case.

“I’ll be gone for a few hours at most, if I’m not back tomorrow night take the twins back to yours, and call shield, tell them the river runs dry, they’ll know what it means, then call Rhodes.”

“What’s going on?” He asked.

“Need to know basis, just do it.”

You grabbed your case, pulling your bandanna around your nose and mouth.

Giles looked at you and he sighed softly.

Stepped forward, he pressed a kiss to your cheek before moving away.

“Be safe.”

You said nothing as you walked away, heading straight to your car.

You sighed, bringing a hand to touch the spot where he’d kissed, and you would be lying to yourself if you said it didn’t make your heart skip a beat.

But you shoved it all to the back of your mind as you made your way to the edge of town to complete your mission

[doggirlbuffysummers]

🔥 the gang getting angry at Buffy for concealing that Angel was alive in season 3

I think that this is a really good ask actually! 10/10

Anyways I think my opinion on this is generally that firstly, the severity of Xanders reaction toward Buffy is absolutely uncalled for. It makes sense within the stated metaphorical framework of the show but coming five episodes on the heels of Dead Man's Party just makes Xander look awful overall.

Buffy is not entirely blameless here but Xander being like this makes us as viewers want to side with Buffy against him. Buffy has been lying and concealing not only Angel, but her own whereabouts for a couple weeks now and to a certain degree her friends have a right to be pretty upset.

In general, as much as Buffy Summers is my blorbo/babygirl I find myself siding with Giles here. He serves his metaphorical function as Buffy's mind quite well, providing a cold, dispassionate reminder of the facts of why they all have a right to be upset.

Buffy knows this, but seeing it reflected in Giles back at her, laced with disappointment in her, stings more than the events of the actual intervention. My personal opinion is that Giles is 100% aware that this is the best way to get through to her.

I know it really isn't popular to side with people other than Buffy here but I feel like I have laid out my opinion fairly clearly.

Not really a part of my opinion but would like to also point out that on the metaphorical level her heart, mind and spirit are all united and its her body ("hand") that's in discord with the other three.

[aita-deaddoe]

oh hi i didn't think this'd be actually posted since there wasn't really any person-to-person conflict/sort of a nonissue. mostly sent this ask cause i was just bored one night and wanted something to submit but good to know i was in fact overthinking this dilemma

one thing that makes me second guess myself though is a few days ago i did actually run into someone who took issue with it. i don't know if i should put this in a new submission since theres more nuance that might skew the votes but since it's concerning the same topic i'll just add it as an update.

i was in a discord server (for the fandom) that i'm not very active in and someone was asking for headcanons in the headcanons channel so i sent '[character] is trans and his deadname was [dead sister's name]' which in hindsight makes me cringe bc. maybe sort of uncalled for in a server w people you don't know. but i was having late night fic brainrot and just wanted to talk to some new people about trans interpretations of his canon backstory, and that was the most concise way i could put it.

that was very much a bad idea though!!!! one person said 'the deadname is CRAZY' and after i sort of neutrally said thank you they decided to further elaborate that their msg was not a compliment. so okay. another person just said oH MY GOD which is basically my reaction every time i think about it too so thats fine. last person though decided to express to me clearly that my headcanon gave him the ick (complete with 🤢 emoji) and told me that headcanoning deadnames was cringe. i probably should've apologized to him but i did say he had a good point, yet sort of passive aggressively asked him why he needed to tell this to me instead of just blocking me? since i feel like 'dont ask dont read' should apply to headcanons especially in a dedicated headcanon channel? but he just sarcastically apologized to me and didnt really give me any more info after that, just sort of started parroting my server nickname at me (ours were both along the lines of 'babygirl [random male character]') which would have admittedly been very funny if i didnt feel like throwing up out of stress at that point.

anyways i ended up leaving the server several hours after everything fizzled out bc even if i was the one in the wrong, everyones mannerisms made me realize the general server demographic was teenage tiktok users (distinct age group from teenage tumblr users) and i probably didn't have much to do there anyway. a different member of the server actually reached out to me in dms making sure i was okay, that they liked my headcanon & understood what i meant with it, and telling me they were gonna add more rules to make sure disagreements didnt get to that point in the future. which i thought was really really kind but i do feel bad that i apparently shook up the way the whole server was run and then promptly left. i also showed the whole conversation to some other friends of mine and they said i definitely did nothing wrong so thats something i guess. sidenote i've shared my headcanon/au with them and other friends in the past and they were all very enthusiastic about it which i guess is why i was caught so off guard in the other server.

i do think that the guy who was beefing with me could've (and should've) just ignored my headcanon and blocked me if he didn't like it. but i probably should've been more careful about sharing such a weird headcanon, or at least worded it better. idk. AITA now?

AITA for headcanoning deadnames for trans characters for symbolism purposes?

im a trans guy (minor if it matters) who's been a fan of this one show for a little over a year. none of the characters are canonically trans, but there's a lot of trans allegories to be drawn from the material if you're me or my mutuals at least. the two main characters are both male and i ended up developing an au where they're both explicitly transmasc as a way for me to just explore trans themes in an alternate narrative. i haven't begun writing it yet but definitely plan to once i feel like it's solidly locked in my brain, and i've been sharing snippets & concepts every so often.

part of this was thinking of how they would've chosen their current names, and name symbolism got me considering what they would've changed them away from as well. one character i thought could've initially been named after his mother so i can draw contrasts between the two, and the name i decided on for her has a meaning that highlights her relationship with her father (and the character's relationship with his father in turn); it's also the name of the character's daughter figure in the show. a lot of the other main character's backstory kind of revolves around his dead sister, so i thought by making his deadname that sister's name then i could turn that into an allegory about transness and childhood and sibling death (and sororicide but we don't have time to unpack all that). i don't plan on ever explicitly referring to the characters by their deadname in the narration, except maybe in an ironic tone, but i think it would be cool to sort of sprinkle in references as subtext to just give the readers something more to chew on.

the thing is i've seen posts around talking about how nice it is to make trans characters/headcanons without once considering their deadnames, or how weird it is for people to consider them, and i definitely agree with the sentiment; one of the biggest goals for many trans people is for their past selves to be completely irrelevant, and i feel a bit guilty for perpetuating something so painful for the general community.

but i still don't think i'm an asshole in any way since these are literally just characters and obviously i'm not going around talking about real people's deadnames or anything. i just don't want to make people uncomfortable/trigger dysphoria if they find someone talking about deadnames for a trans charactsr they're attached to (i've definitely had that happen myself when reading trans fics, enough that i had to stop reading, and i don't know how you'd even tag for something like that). if the general gut reaction to this ask is negative then i'll probably consider just not talking about the deadnames unless someone asks about it, since they're not crucial to the plot at all, just some uhh not so fun tidbits.

anyway sorry this is so long for something i feel like might be a non-issue that i'm overthinking. if you somehow guessed the fandom have a chocolate 🫀 if you're one of my few mutuals who knows who i am from the details of the au then um pretend you didnt see this post.

What are these acronyms?

[skeezsbbygirl]

kiss it better + bang chan

hello lovelies! (づ￣ ³￣)づ

im back with another bang chan scenario <3 hope you guys enjoy this one!! (oh and tmt hit 1k+ notes ahhh thank you so much >.<, also i might be uploading a prince!chan fic soon, stay tuned sunshines)

STRAY KIDS EVERYWHERE ALL AROUND THE WORLD.

"Chris, baby, please."

It's been two hours, nearing three, since Chris decided to give you the silent treatment. The cause of your current suffering rooted from the events that took place last night.

A college friend of yours happened to be visiting the city, and what better way to celebrate a rare occasion than dressing up and going for a girl's night out with a bunch of your other friends. Chris happily agreed to let you go, he didn't need much convincing since he trusted you with everything and that included you getting home in one piece.

As the late hours of the night passed and shifted over to the wee hours of the morning, Chris grew worried, checking his phone for the nth time as he expected a call or text from you to reassure him that you were fine, or that you were at least still alive somewhere.

Fortunately, he managed to get a hold of your situation through one of your friends, credits to Jisung for grabbing her number that one time you guys set them up for a date.

"Hyung, she said that (y/n) got into a cab ten minutes ago," Jisung explained over the phone. "Her phone also died, so that's probably the reason why you haven't heard from her," he added.

"Alright, got it. Thanks, Ji."

Strike one.

Your drunk self thought that it was a good idea to call for a cab, even declining your girlfriend's offer to drive you home. You insisted that you were fine and that you would only derail their way home since your apartment's route leads to the opposite direction. So, in your semi-intoxicated state, you hopped into a cab and made your way home.

Strike two.

You came home last night, struggling to keep a certain level of sobriety. Heels in one hand and your clutch in the other. You weren't completely hammered, but it was still enough to piss Chris off as he took in your drunken state.

Strike three.

Nevertheless, Chris patiently took care of you. He helped you out of your clothes, took your makeup off for you, and tucked you in bed with him.

You could've gotten away with what happened, until your hungover self decided to betray you.

When Chris sat you down for breakfast, he managed to ease in the happenings of last night, carefully bringing it up as to not agitate you or make you feel like he's blaming you for going out and having fun.

He was just worried, especially having known that you went home all by yourself without even contacting him.

"Baby, you could've borrowed one of your friends' phone and asked me to come pick you up," Chris sighed as he reached out for your hand, placing his on top of yours, his fingers tracing circles on your skin.

"I know and I'm sorry, but can you just scold me later?" you said, your tone a little harsher than you intended it to be, probably due to the lingering headache and side effects of your drinks last night. You felt like your skull was being split into two and you just wanted to eat and recover in silence.

"Babe, I'm not scolding you. I was just-"

You cut Chris off. "Alright, I get it, you were worried but I took care of myself. So let's just argue later, yeah?" you snapped.

And you're out.

Upon hearing your reply, Chris' jaw clenched, visibly appearing offended and irritated. He retracted his hand from yours, opting to cross his arms over his chest.

You bit your tongue when the words you spat out finally settled in. It sounded wrong and you definitely shouldn't have said that. You readied yourself for the argument that was about to ensue, but nothing came.

"Okay."

That was all he said before he stood up and left.

Your eyes widened at the sudden realization that slapped you back into reality, the ugly outcome of your sudden outburst.

You were about to get up and follow Chris to apologize, however, the sudden throbbing pain in your head disabled you from getting out of your seat. Instead, you were forced to sit back down and wallow in guilt.

And that's how you ended up getting the silent treatment.

You left your boyfriend alone for a few hours, hoping that his anger would dissipate by the time that your hungover got better. But much to your dismay, he wasn't having it with you.

"Baby, can I come in?" you knocked on the door of Chris' home studio.

Silence.

"Chris, baby, please," you tried again, but you were still met with silence. You let out a sigh as you ambled back towards the living room, deciding to just give him space and talk it out whenever he's ready.

Chris was naturally a forgiving person, a little tougher on his members, but a complete sweetheart when it comes to you. So when he gave you the silent treatment for the very first time that day, you didn't know what to do.

So, you waited.

A couple of hours passed, three and a half, now, to be exact, you heard Chris' door unlock. You immediately perked up at the sound, quickly scurrying on your feet to meet him.

"Chris, I'm sorry," you apologized with your head hung low, eyes on the ground, and fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

Nothing. Nothing, but the cold breeze of Chris passing by, giving you no due attention. He sauntered towards the kitchen and opened the fridge, paying more attention to the cold food items that were displayed in front of him.

How you wish you were the half-eaten cheesecake now, huh?

Having enough with his torturous act, you were set on using the two tricks you had up your sleeves -- 1) faking an injury, as petty as that sounds, you were desperate, and 2) luring him with something he likes, be it an innocent gesture or a daring one, you would practically do anything at this point.

With your first plan in mind, you crept up behind him and positioned yourself near the edge of the marble kitchen island, placing your hip at the sharp corner so that it would appear as if you bumped against it.

From a third person's point of view, you probably looked stupid, scratch that, you did look stupid, but you were set on breaking Chris' silent streak.

"Ah!" you yelped in pain, hands quickly coming up to clutch your right side. You dropped on the ground, still maintaining your hold on your "injured" torso.

As soon as you cried out in pain, Chris hurried to your side.

"Baby, are you okay?" he asked with a worried expression plastered on his face. His cold demeanor immediately melting once he saw you clutching your side. "What happened, babygirl?" he crouched down to meet your level.

"I accidentally hit the edge of the counter," you said. "Come here, baby," Chris placed your arms around his neck as he scooped you up from the ground, carrying you bridal style towards the living room.

"Show me where it hurts, love," Chris ordered as he sat you down with him. He carefully moved you on his lap, making you straddle him.

"Right here," you pointed towards a random patch of skin on your right side. Chris placed his hand over the supposedly injured area, gently soothing it with the warmth that radiated from his palm.

Adding the icing on the cake, you hissed in pain as his hand came in contact with your skin. "Shh, it's okay, baby. I got you," Chris cooed as he planted a kiss on your cheek, in hopes of making you feel better.

He lifted your shirt up a bit, allowing him to inspect for any cuts or damage to your skin. "Do you want me to go get an ice pack?" Chris offered. "No, it's fine," you replied.

"Alright, just tell me if need anything," Chris responded as he leaned down to press a chaste kiss on your exposed skin, tugging your shirt back down as he pulled away.

You nuzzled your face into his neck, in an attempt to conceal the grin that was forming on your lips. Completely fooled by your actions, Chris continued rubbing your side as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

"Does it hurt anywhere else, baby?" Chris asked and you nodded. "Here," you pulled away from him and pointed towards your chest. He shot you a puzzled look, confused as to why your chest would hurt when you claimed that you bumped your side.

"Because I was trying to apologize to my boyfriend a couple of hours ago, but instead, he gave me the silent treatment," you pouted.

Chris bursted out in laughter as he heard your response.

"It's true. I followed him around like a lost puppy, but he locked himself inside his studio. Totally unfair and uncalled for," you continued and Chris shook his head in disbelief, his laughter coming to a stop as he calmed down.

"I could say the same thing about what happened last night," Chris challenged, raising one eyebrow at you.

"I'm sorry. I know I was being stupid. I should've called you or at least shot you a message from my friend's phone to let you know that I was coming home late. I just thought that if I called, I was going to end up bothering you, considering that it was such an ungodly hour," you explained, fiddling with the string of his hoodie.

"(Y/n), you could never be a bother to me," Chris said, "And did you honestly think that I could sleep knowing that you were out there?"

"I was so worried about you. Thank Jisung for having one of your friend's number because I was this close to losing it," Chris stated.

"I know. I'm really sorry," you pressed a kiss to his lips. "I promise I won't do it again, forgive me?" you added, pecking his lips once more.

"I can't stay mad at you," Chris let out a defeated sigh. "Of course. I forgive you, babygirl," he gave you a small smile.

You cheered and pulled him in for a hug, momentarily forgetting about your said injury.

"Do you feel better now?" Chris teased as he poked your sides, making you jolt in surprise. "Christopher!" you squealed, bursting in a fit of giggles as you realized that you've been caught red-handed.

Well, at least the intentions of your plan worked.

"You know what they say, desperate times call for desperate measures," you shrugged and Chris chuckled in amusement. He leaned in and gave you a kiss.

"You're lucky you're cute."

[cdmodule]

(OSC ask meme - IK I PICKED A BUNCH feel free not to answer all of them!!) 2, 3, 7, 13, 14, 16, 22, 36, 38, 39, 40

NO IM SO GLAD I LOVE ANSWERING SHIT I will put this under read more tho From this post

2 - Least favourite show? Already answered! (Its object terror) 3 - Underrated show? LEGENDARY ADVENTURES FOREVER ^^ Short so far, but REALLY funny stuff in that show. Some of the jokes can fall a Little Flat to me but its never anything bad LOL. GOT SOME RLY FUN CHARACTERS TOO If u have a bit of time to watch an object show Id say watch this one. Partially cuz of my Next Point (Honorable mention: ACTOE) 7 - Underrated character? Snowy LAF <3 I feel like a lotta ppl I know would like this guy. I tend to be Biased towards short high pitched voice Guys anyway (also hes gay. Like canonically. Just wanted to mention this cuz Its a Win For Me) 13 - How many characters do you think should be in an object show ideally? Something between 10 and 20 usually seems Fine to me. Anything above that kinda Crunches my brain unless Its a case like BFDI where its More Over Time Over Years but thats . Really just an exception to the rule TBH 14 - What do you care about most in an object show? Simple Answer probably but I wanna be able to tell that ppl are just Having fun and putting passion into their shows. Everything else I can Give Or take. Object shows are really just passion projects between very few ppl and should be treated as such I feel like memorable character designs could be pretty important too, this can be Tricky sometimes cuz No One Owes An Object but theres many ways to make em stick out from another Same object 16 - A show/character you love that everyone else hates? HFGHHHHH SPANGE . SPONGY. HE IS MY BABYGIRL. I would f/o him If I didnt already have two f/os. Both the show and fanbase treat him SO bad for no good reason (Him being mean after everyone bullied him is justified imo). Like Its gotten to a point where I hold back from talking abt him in servers cuz Im afraid of ppl making Annoying Uncalled for rude jokes or "well he sucks" kinda comments (yes this has happened before god fucking help me). I could go More into this but maybe thats for its Own post. Only maybe though 22 - What character has the best design?

Just two designs I quite Like cuz I cant think of other ones rn Mace the Merciless (Paper puppets take 2) cuz Im gay Love Lock (The Almost Valentinesly Object Show) cuz Im Gay AND I like the little lock mouth :) Also honorable mention: Loser <3 36 - Favourite scene? I could use one with one of my faves/fave ships but thats TOO EASY . So Ill mention the pin and coiny Pep Talk scene in bfb 6 cuz It makes me EMOTIONALLLL theyre the sweetest ever. Im sure theres other ones I like a Lot but this one just sticks with me the most 38 - Favourite rarepair? LEAFPIEEEE Leafy and Pie is a complete Crack Ship AND ALSO SNOWFRIES but both work GREAT imo. I brainrot abt these occasionally ESP SNOWBALL AND FRIES I was suprised that no one before me and nate (and sal hi sal) thought of this ship Leafy and Pie complete each other Very Well. Snowball and Fries make good Old Man Yaoi Also technically WinnerLoser is a rarepair cuz most ppl hc them as enemies or siblings LOL 39 - Favourite villain/antagonist? Four cuz I need them carnally etc (Ignoring post split cuz Its so lame how everyone just forgave him NO GET HIS ASS!!! HE SUCKS!!!!! THATS THE WHOLE APPEAL!!!!!!!!!!) I dont have time or energy to go Deeper into the Four Appeal but u can probably guess. Hes fun <3 40 - Overall thoughts on the community? I'm too old for this

[eternalmx]

anon requested : I am loving all of your cheating scenarios! Idk if thats a good thing orr....But can you do one with Shownu, but you are the one who cheated? As I guess a way for "revenge" he does the deed with you with the person you cheated with? Just very very freaky shit. - 💯

🦋a/n : I shouldn't enjoy writing my cheating scenarios as much as I do either but oops....I'm gonna be honest. I yelled when I saw this request fjdjd. 🤭 ITS ABOUT TO GET SPICY!!! This is really long and SO UNCALLED FOR😂🤭

Warnings: It's dirty, filthy🚨 my bad. I got carried away.

Misbehave

{2:15𝖆𝖒} "Why'd you kiss him?" hyunwoo asked, leaning against this desk in the random office he pulled you into after finding you kissing Jooheon a few moments ago.

"Do you want the lie or the truth?" you asked. Licking you lips that still tasted like Jooheon's. Cherry vodka both sweet and sour at the same time. You smiled at the memory of his lips on yours.

"Don't test me" he said. His voice scarily low which made an ache grow between your legs by the way he stared at you.

"Or what?" you asked, leaning back against the chair.

"What?" he asked, rolling his eyes at you.

"You heard me," you said, standing up and walking over to Hyunwoo who was still leaning against the desk, "what are you gonna do if i test you?" you asked, hand pressing harshly against his bulge in his dress pants.

"Trust me baby, you don't want to know" he said, pushing your hand off of him and staring at you. He's still waiting for an explaination as to why you were kissing Jooheon in his studio.

"I'm calling bluff, you're just jealous I wasn't touching you like this" you ran your hand down his chest and stopped at his waistband.

"Maybe, you're thinking of my lips around his and where they might've ended up if you hadn't barged in the room" your eyes never looking away from his. He swallowed hard as you hand slid down his pants and grabbed his erection in your hand.

"You don't seem to be too mad from the looks of it" you say, as your hand started slowly palming him through his boxers.

"F-fuck" he moaned, as his head feel back and his eyes shut. You hand stopped moving and he looked back down at you.

"Maybe we should stop" you said, biting you cheek to hide the smile creeping on your face.

"Were you going to have sex with him?" he asked, changing the subject and leaning on the desk.

"I would've if you didn't barge in. Remember you're the one who left me here at the party anyways" you said, crossing your arms.

"So you were gonna fuck him for a free ride back home?" he asked, he looked hot, a little bit drunk mix with anger. His tanned skin against his black suit made the greatest contrast.

"It wouldn't have just been for a ride but if it makes you feel better thinking of it that way..." you say, looking at him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he asked, walking over to you and leading you so your back was against the desk.

"Ha. Really? You get drunk, flirt with every girl in the room, act as if you own me, and ask what's wrong with me? Fuck you, Hyunwoo." you say, as you back hit the desk.

"You wish you could" he whispered as he leaned down and kissed you ear. His tongue ran down your neck as he placed rough kisses against it. His hands pulling you hair tightly.

"I'm sure his hands don't feel as good on you, did they?" he asked, his hand squeezing your thigh from under your skirt. His hand trailed against your lace undies as he groaned when his finger ran over your wet core.

"Please..." you moaned against his neck as his fingers danced around the part that was aching for him the most.

"That's not what I asked" he said, his hand pulling down your lace underwear from under your skirt. He kissed you roughly when his fingers touched your core.

"N-no" you moaned, as he began rubbing circles on your clit.

"No what?" he asked, his finger stopping and he softly pulled your neck to kiss you.

"It doesn't feel as good as you" you say, against his lips and he bites down before pulling away.

"Let's see about that?" he says, and grabs his phone from his pocket.

"What are you doing?" you asked, as you pushed yourself up on the desk to sit flat.

"You'll see babe, I warned you not to test me didn't I" he said, raising an eyebrow at you. His han landed on your thigh again and drew lines up and down. Both his arms positioned on the sides of you flat against the desk you were sitting on.

"Please.." you whispered, it came out in a while a little needy, as you hand reached for his and guided it to your wetness.

"The fun hasn't started yet" he says, lip inches away from yours. You were about to kiss him when there was a knock at the door. He winked at you as he went to open it.

"Jooheon?" you asked, confused when he walked in hand stuffed in his pocket.

"What do you want?" he asked Hyunwoo, completely ignoring you.

"Fuck her." he said plainly.

""E-excuse me?!" you and Jooheon both say at the same time. You both look at each other eyes wide.

"You both heard me. Like she said, if I hadn't had stopped it you would've fucked. So do it." he says, shrugging and leaning against the wall.

"Hyunwoo... you said reaching for him" he laughed a little and Jooheon scratched the back of his head.

"Listen babe, I'm not jealous or anything, Jooheon and I have actually talked about this before. So why not now? I know he won't be able to get you off like me but since your so eager to try. Whu not do it all together?" he said, his stare sending shivers down your spine as Jooheon looked at you waiting for a response.

"Are you sure?" you asked Hyunwoo. You were completely fine with this idea. It was actually hot. Definitely something you had the courage to do sober but you've always wanted to try something like this.

"As long as your comfortable, then yes. Go ahead." he said, hands crossed over his chest. Jooheon made his way over to you as his hands gently wrapped around your waist. You looked over at Hyunwoo who was leaning cockily against the wall.

"Go ahead" he said, as you pulled Jooheon in for a kiss. His lips still tasted of cherry vodka. His tongue slipping between you lips as you moaned when his hand cupped your ass. You pushed his jacket off his shoulders as he pushed you up against the desk. You legs wrapping around his waist. That's when you felt him. Hyunwoo came by your side and pushed you hair off your shoulder as he started leaving wet kisses along your jawline.

"You can speak babygirl, tell us what you want" he said, lips touching you ear as Jooheon's hand ran along your thigh. He smiled when he realized you had no panties making it easier to touch you.

"Please-" you said, pushing Jooheon's hand father up your skirt as your lips connected with Hyunwoo's. His hand gently placed on your neck. The pressure of his fingers earning a low groan. You gasped and looked down as Jooheon sipped a finger inside and started pumping slowly. Hyunwoo lifted your lips back to his as Jooheon kept moving his fingers slowly. He kneeled down, his lips leaving marks up your thigh. You moaned into Hyunwoo’s mouth when he bit down on your lip hand moving down your chest and landing on your clit.

The mixture of both their hands on your body was overwhelming in the best way. Your head fell back on Hyunwoo’s shoulder and your hips moved against Jooheon’s fingers. 

“I-im close” you said, breathlessly as hyunwoo’s hand stopped. Jooheon stopped his movements and brought his fingers to your lips. 

“I’m not done with you yet babe” he said, pulling you into a kiss. He slid the shiny vibrator between you and your panties. He pulled away and smiled. 

“You can go now, maybe next time you'd get her to cum" Hyunwoo says to Jooheon. Jooheon laughs and throws his head back. 

“This has been fun, next time though, we'll be more prepared.” Jooheon says smiling down at you and winking. As Jooheon leaves, Hyunwoo makes his way to stand in front of you. He kneels down, his lips running along the marks Jooheon left on you. His lips pushing against your aching core as your hand tugged at his hair softly. His tounge pushed in and out of you as your hips pushed against his face. You moaned as he harshly sucked on your clit.

“Im close baby” you moaned, as his tounge licked a strip against your folds.He moaned as you tugged harder and arubtly pulled away. He licked his lips as he stood up. 

“What the fuck?” you yelled, as he smiled at you.

“You didn't think I'd actually let you cum after all the shit you pulled tonight...Did you?” he asked. Helping you slip your underwear back on. You were about to walk away from him. When he pulled you back and showed you something shiny in his hands. 

“Now, we go back to the party and if you’re good enough, I’ll even give Jooheon the remote for a while.” he said, winking and leading you down the hall to the crowded room.

[writergamermom]

Promo and Live Blogging #8

Light Up the Sky

by

redmyeyes

This is a real person fic that ships Jensen/Jared

An emotional breakdown during the last ever Supernatural photoshoot leads Jensen and Jared to reflecting on the past fifteen years and to revelations on half a lifetime spent together.

Liveblog

So, this is based on GIFs from a photo shoot where they were pouring Champagne on each other. As I have noticed the GIFs focus on Misha and Jensen and almost cut Jared out at times or get more of his back. He does not look that happy in the shoot.

"If I have to go back out there, I'll kill myself. I'm serious, man, I can't do it."

               That does not sound healthy.

He'd stormed into his trailer the instant break was called, Jensen hot on his heels. These photoshoots make Jared antsy and impatient even in the best of times, but he's been especially on edge all day today, oscillating wildly between desolation and fury, and Jensen's been cautiously trying to suss out the cause since they'd arrived at the crack of dawn, along with attempting to coax Jared into the fake smiling ease that the photoshoot requires.

Photoshoots must be hard on the actors. Because they are still acting but acting as themselves. There is no character to lose themselves in.

And with his wide brow, strong jaw, long silky hair and physique cut like a Greek statue, Jensen doesn't think Jared could take a bad photo if he tried. But hell if Jensen's going to reassure Jared about his good looks for the millionth time.

               Yes boys, you are both pretty.

"I just can't handle this fake bullshit anymore," Jared spits out after a moment, his voice scathing. He stares at Jensen imploringly. "You know what they're having us do next? They've got like a hundred champagne bottles set up back there. Take after take after take of 'celebration' and fake smiles and spraying champagne all over each other like we're– like this is…" he breaks off, floundering. "End-times fun or something, I don't know, man."

               Aww. Sad puppy.

He gives Jared's shoulder another gentle nudge. "C'mon, Jay, talk to me… what's really going on?"

Jared gestures helplessly. "It's just… it's everything, you know? It's fucking everything. This fake 'happy-happy-it's-the-end' bullshit, and I'm supposed to be… " He shakes his head, letting the statement drop. "And Anna's on my ass about Walker and I have no fucking clue how to make all these decisions I need to make or if it's even gonna work at all, and I haven't seen my babygirl in a month, and the world's on fucking fire and it's the zombie freaking apocalypse out there and people are dying, Jen, and I can't… I fucking can't–" He's on the verge of hyperventilating, hands curled into tight fists, pounding into his forehead like he means to crush the thoughts out of his head with physical force.

My daughter quit band this year. She just does not feel like making music, like it is wrong to play when others are dying.

"Sam is real. Sam and Dean are–" Jared breaks off, shaking his head again. "You know they're real. I know you know this. I can be Sam. I don't have to act him."

Aww.

Jared tenses suddenly underneath him, words flying out with a shocking vehemence. "Says the guy who's got so many barriers he won't let himself feel a goddamn thing that's real!"

               Hey now, that was uncalled for.

"Yeah," Jensen nods, "our architect." The word sounds bitter and resentful even to his own ears, and he's a bit shocked to realize he cared that much about it. "Our architect of the last, what, ten-odd years? Ever since we bought the damn place, it's been one project after another after another… I mean, we had a feature in fucking 'Architectural Digest', man, how much more perfect can a house be?" He shakes his head in disgust. "But there's always some new project, some new design work… it's like, every time I go home… I don't even recognize the place. It doesn't feel like home. Just some… exquisitely designed model house. It's no different for me than some anonymous hotel room."

Wow, I hope that is not how he really feels.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Jared says quietly. "I mean, I think Gen is almost happier when I don't come home, you know? All of this…" He waves his arm, indicating himself, or the whole world, maybe. "Fuck, I don't know. It's a lot for anyone to deal with, let alone…" He trails off, and when he starts speaking again it's so quiet Jensen can barely make out the words. "I mean, when I'm around, it's just one more baby to take care of."

"C'mon, you know that's not true," Jensen scoffs, disbelieving.

Jared gives a small shrug, his voice flat. "She said as much to me directly."

               Again, I really hope this is not real. How sad. If infidelity bothers you, here is a good stopping point.

[emmyrosee]

I don’t mean to come to you always when I have a shitty mood, or anything... but also I always find you and your writing comforting so... I basically asked today for a lift, and my friends started heavily (some even who aren’t my close friends, so it was very uncalled for) making fun of me for this.. and now I feel very unwelcome in that group and sad, and I low key need Axel comforting me...🙈

I swear to the lord imma run to Italy and fight your friends😤🥺

———-

The rain pattered on the concrete in front of you as sat in the small coffee shop in which your friends had left you in.

You weren’t exactly sure why they had to leave so abruptly, but the fact that none of them had even offered to give you a ride home made your stomach churn in anger.

You’d texted Axel to come pick you up, but you couldn’t help but feel guilty for taking him out of his work. His schedule at the garage had been packed, but you couldn’t just stay at the shop. It was getting busy and you’d get kicked out if you stayed.

Axel🥰❤️: I’m outside whenever you’re ready. Snag me a med coffee, 3 creams, two sugars

You sighed in relief and ordered his coffee before jogging out to his truck, the cold rain making you shiver. You gently open the door before pulling yourself into the warm truck.

“Hey babygirl,” he says softly, taking the coffee from your hands and placing a small kiss to your cheek. On the dash sits a folded blanket, and you wrap it around yourself deeply. Axel notices this, and immediately frowns. “What’s wrong, beautiful?”

“Thank you for picking me up,” you mutter, avoiding his contact. He clicks his tongue gently and places his hand on your thigh, “it’s no problem. You know that I don’t care.”

“I know but...” you choke on a sob, and your heart breaks as axel looks at you with worry. “I.. pulled you from work... again.. and youre s-so busy a-and I h-hate d-doing that to you-“

“Hey, hey,” he says softly. He sets his coffee in the cup holder and gently cups your cheeks in his warmed hands. “It’s alright. I’m not mad. I’m not even disappointed. If anything, it’s your friends who get any ounce of anger. But not you,” he leans forward and plants a kiss to your forehead before pulling back. “Never you.”

You sniffle and nod, easing yourself to lay on the small middle seat between you both. He chuckles as you lay on his thigh, and with one hand on the wheel, the other cards through your hair gently, tucking it behind your ear as he slowly starts driving to take you home.

[221bshrlocked]

Escort Sebastian. That is all

say no more. NSFW gifs under cut.

You watched him charm his way through everyone’s heart, knowing you should be happy that he didn’t turn out to be a dick but not finding it in yourself to fall for his traps. You hated how attractive he was, you hated how fucking hilarious he was, and you definitely hated that god damn haircut because even though he had long hair in his picture, literally the reason why you chose him, you found that the buzzed haircut suited him and made him look more rugged.

Walking to the bar alone, you sat down near a window and ignored the nearby group laughing at something your “date” said.

“Gin and tonic please.” Smiling at the bartender, you were about to check your phone when a someone sat right next to you and ordered the same drink.

“Did I do something to upset you?” Sebastian asked, taking a sip from his drink and waiting for your reply.

“On the contrary, you’re doing everything I paid you to do.” The comment surprised even you, making you shift towards him and begin to apologize for the uncalled for reply when he chuckled and shook his head.

“Right. So I just have to keep doing this for another few hours and the check in my account stays right?” He asked dryly, not caring that you felt bad for what you said. “I mean, I never did get paid this much before so it makes sense that you just want me to make you look good. I’ll be on the balcony if you need me.” And with that, he left abruptly, not bothering to listening to your apology and completely ignoring you when you called after him.

Shugging down your drink, you ran after him a few minutes later and saw that he was already chatting up one of your secretaries. You walked back to your spot and tried to block out the noise, pretending that him laughing at what someone said didn’t bother you at all.

And then it hit you; it wasn’t his job that pissed you off, it was the fact that he was so good at it that it made you want him within the first few seconds you met. And in his line of work, he probably doesn’t need to become tied down to anyone.

So busy thinking about him, you didn’t notice the man standing in front of you asking to dance. You were about to decline when Sebastian came out of nowhere and informed him that you were spoken for. He didn’t give you a chance to react, taking your hands and leading you to the dance floor. His grip tightened around your waist and he brought you closer when you tried to look away from him.

“Why so sad?”

“I’m not sad.”

“You frowned when you saw me talking to that woman…come on sweetheart you can’t hustle a hustler.” He chuckled at your obvious reaction, leaning down and brushing your neck with his lips.

“Twenty seconds of honesty okay.” He whispered against your skin.

“What?” You were so distracted by the way his lips felt on your skin you didn’t catch on.

“Let’s be honest for twenty seconds. I’ll start. I’ve wanted to rip this dress off of you the second I saw you step out of your place. I know the contract says this is just a date but something tells me you want to break it. I told him you were spoken for because I don’t like sharing what belongs to me and right now, I really want you to belong to me.” Sebastian spoke without hesitation, the words falling from his lips as if he’s practiced them a hundred times in the mirror.

“Your turn sweetheart.” He winked at you, clearing his throat when you looked at him like you were daydreaming.

“I- ummm, didn’t talk to you the entire time because you intimidate me. I want you but I could point at twenty different women in this place that are more attractive and wouldn’t mind taking you home. And I definitely don’t want this to be just a date.” Sebastian laughed when you finished, making you frown at him and attempt to walk away, but then his hands remained around you and held you closer.

“I intimidate you? That’s funny.” He swayed back and forth, pretending you weren’t looking at him like you wanted to kill him.

“What do you think that’s funny?” You spat back at him, hurt that he took your words and turned them against you.

“Because you’re the vise president of your company and I, of all people, intimidate you.” Of all the things you expected him to say, that was not one of them. You weren’t sure if you were more surprised because of how, in a way, humble he was or because he acknowledged your status. “Do you want to leave? Cause I’d rather be doing something else, somewhere more private, fewer people, less clothing…on second thought, clothing optional!” You saw sincerity in his eyes, the way he was gazing you making you feel all giddy.

“Y-yes please.” He smirked when you breathlessly leaned into him, taking your hands and leading you through the party guests, ignoring people who tried to talk to him and you on your way out.

If it weren’t for the fact that he had to drive the two of you back to your place safely, he would have had you in the car the second you shut the door. He tried to keep his hands to himself but excitement rolled off of you and his hands remained on your thighs the entire ride back.

Not a second after you unlocked your front door and entered, Sebastian was all over you, pulling on your jacket and hair clips before running his hands down your back and pulling you fish to him. Everything was going so fast that you didn’t notice when he’d unzipped your dress and stripped you down to nothing.

“Sebastian please- ahh fuck!” He didn’t give you a room to beg for more, lifting you up and depositing you on the table behind you. “Oh my gahhh ahhhh…” Spreading your thighs open, Sebastian licked his lips before descending down on your pussy, licking and biting and nipping on your inner thighs before devouring you. Your moans only grew, hands trying to pull him closer but finding no way to do. When you looked down at him, you saw that he was thoroughly enjoying eating you out, tongue so skilled in coaxing pleasure out of you and when his hands dragged up your body and cupped your breasts, you arched against him, moving your hips up and down his face while placing your hand on top of his.

“God damn you taste like honey sweetheart…better than I thought!” Sebastian didn’t slow down even when your legs shut involuntarily, adamant on dragging orgasm after another out of you. “I’ve wanted you so fucking badly all night baby, you have no idea how hard I’ve been…fucking beautiful all splayed out for me…you’re going to be a good girl and come babygirl?”

“Yes oh god yes Sebastian I-”

“You goin’ to drench me darling? I’m thirsty Y/N, cum for me. Cum on my face sugar, cum all ova’me cause I don’t want anything else…fucking cum baby, NOw!” He retracted one hand, rubbing your clit quickly before pushing into two fingers, fucking you fast and hard and chuckling when your body convulsed against him right as you came.

Not wanting to tire you out, he pulled out and leaned down to kiss you, eyes widening when you pushed him away to sit on a chair. He looked at you like you were the stars, smiling when you straddled him and started unbuttoning his shirt. He kept on distracting you with kisses and bites on your neck and arms, making you laugh against him as you pushed his dress shirt down his arms.

Deciding to finally give in to your thoughts, you slowly dragged your nails down his muscular arms and chest, admiring how smooth and rugged his body was and losing yourself when he flexed for you.

“Like what you see baby?” He knew your answer but wanted to see you look away from him. “Come one Y/N, let me have you, let me fuck you, let me feel this pussy pull me deeper, let me feel those nails marking me sweetheart please…want you so fucking badly right now you have no idea,” you whimpered when he kept on talking to you, hands grabbing your back before carrying you and pushing you back against the table.

As Sebastian grabbed his cock, you couldn’t help but look at him, all of him, and hope that he wasn’t joking when he said he wanted more than this date.

But then he dragged his cock against your wet pink hole and you lost it, already feeling his tip nudge your pussy open and as you made eye contact, he smacked his cock against your clit, smiling when you moaned as soon as he buried himself in your slit.

He tried so hard to be patient but your walls just kept on clenching around him, almost as if your body was telling him to keep going and that you could take it. When he saw that your face was scrunching in pain but pleasure, he pulled away and plunged back into you, amazed at how sensitive you were.

You screamed his name over and over again, trying to grab onto the table when he took your feet and rested them on his shoulders. His face looked so focused and sexy, eyes refusing to look away from where you were joined. At a particular thrust, Sebastian bottomed out and stayed still for a few seconds before setting a fast rhythm.

You held onto his arms, telling him to go deeper and harder and to mark you wherever he wanted. Sebastian wasn’t going to deny you anything, hands grabbing your waist and squeezing so hard he was sure he’d leave bruises for later. “Oh my god you’re so fucking wet and tight for me…shit baby you feel so fucking good around my cock, breasts bouncing and giving me a show,” you screamed your orgasm, not knowing that such filthy words would manage to make you cum this quickly again.

Sebastian knew he wasn’t going to last any longer, not with the way you were clenching around him, or the sound of his name falling from your lips so sinfully. He thrust in a few more times before pulling out and cumming your stomach and thighs, smearing the liquid all over you and taking pleasure from how wrecked you looked with his cum coating your skin.

“Mine,” was the only thing you heard him say before he carried you to the bathroom to wash up.

[froggybaek]

I’ve been seeing a lot of general debate about the whole fan addressing Chris as “babygirl” at their fansign, and I figured I’d put my two cents in on this thing.

Picture this - you’re an idol, beaming with excitement at one of your fansigns. Another fan comes up to you, and in the midst of small talk, they call you babygirl. What is the first emotion - the first thought that popped into your head?

Personally, I’d be a bit peeved or weirded out. Someone I don’t know personally addressing me as babygirl? I dunno, that just makes me squirm if I’m being honest. Hey, maybe it wouldn’t bother you, whatever - but this is Chris we’re talking about, someone that n o n e of us know that well. You may think we do, but idols are their own people and they have lives some of us couldn’t even begin to fathom from a deeper standpoint. The way I see it, calling him babygirl was weird and pretty uncalled for, it probably made him uncomfortable, too.

Look, I get it was a joke for .5 seconds, but half of this hellsite (and fandom in general) has taken it way too far; agree or disagree, I doubt he wants that single fucking word shoved down his throat every other second. He said it once beforehand, and suddenly everyone in his notifications is mentioning it. Get over it, it is dead.

For the fan who did it in the first place - I doubt they had any toxic intentions, and I don’t think it’s right to call them a bitch or anything like that. Educate them and those who defend them why it’s strange and why it was uncalled for in the first place; calmly.

That’s my two cents. Take it as you will, I suppose.