#He dies when she was in her late 20s so his works definitely could have found their way to her especially in nyc.

[clit-a-cola]

Robert W Chambers writing style reminds me a lot of Ayn Rand's for reasons I can't place just yet. Maybe all rich people just write that way?

[chrisstvrns]

𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ˚.⁺⊹ .ᐟ | 𝐂.𝐒.

𝒾𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽… chris & his girlfriend investigate and potentially solve a murder from nearly 80 years ago

warnings:  mentions of murder & death. mostly fluff & angst (if what they talk about is considered angst?) pet names (baby, pretty, ma, pretty girl, & mama), not proofread im exhausted

word count: 1.4k

you were sat on the couch of the triplet’s living room, scrolling through your instagram feed when you come across a post from a historical page, of a murder from close to a century ago.

the cover of the post was a black and white photo of a young woman, a wide smile on her face as she posed, wearing a yellow showgirl outfit. the text on the photo read “lola jones, famous manhattan showgirl, died 20 years ago today”.

you clicked on the link to the article in the caption, having always been fascinated by lola’s story, and the murder she was rumored to have played a part in. you skimmed the article, hoping there would be something mentioning the murder. the first paragraph read: 

“lola jones, well known manhattan night club showgirl of the 1940s, has died 20 years ago today, on december 4th, 2004, aged 83. jones was best known for being one of the most popular dancers at manhattan's most famous dance club of the 1940s, ‘the copacabana’. jones was rumored to be in a romantic relationship with the late tony starr, a bartender at the club, sometime throughout 1942 to 1944, when he was murdered in the club by a runaway party-goer. to this day, investigators all over the country cannot figure out who it was who killed the late tony, and when asked, jones denied to speak about the situation.” 

there was a bunch more in the article, simply speaking about her life. before you knew it, almost an hour had passed and the front door was swinging open, and nick, matt, and chris all filed up the stairs, making their way to the couch as you looked up, reaching your arms out toward chris. 

“hi baby” you sweetly whisper, as chris sinks into the couch next to you, wrapping his arms around your torso and pulling you onto his lap. 

you lean back on his chest, holding his hands in yours. 

“i missed you today” he mutters into your shoulder, gently moving his face to kiss your neck as his brothers stare in disgust.

you giggle, running a hand back through his hair

“i missed you more.” 

you pick up your phone, cuddling into chris a bit more as you continue reading the article. 

“what’s that, pretty?” he mumbles, into your shoulder

“that copacabana showgirl from the 40’s, lola jones? she died 20 years ago today.” you respond, your eyes drifting across the screen

“didnt she kill someone?” nick chimes in from the other couch

“no, she was dating the guy that got killed. it says in the article that she like, refused to ever speak of him or his death since the day he died.” 

“but she knows who killed him?” matt asks, as you shrug

“i have no clue. she could, but for the 60 years she was alive after he died, she never once spoke about it. at least, not to reporters or investigators.” 

“so its an unsolved murder? they never caught the guy?” 

“i guess so”

“what if we looked into it and caught the guy?” nick jokes, causing you all to laugh

“nick, the dudes definitely long gone by now. and besides, thats way to much work.” chris scoffs, gently rubbing your thigh

“i’m just sayin! it could be interesting, even just to try!”

“it could be fun, but nothing would come out of it. hes definitely already dead, whoever it was.”

“i mean, it does still say that if anyone has information you get a $100,000 reward?” matt mutters, scrolling through a news article from a few months ago 

“shit, are you deadass?” chris sits up, staring at his brother in shock

“are we serious? theyre still tryna solve the murder when everyone alive at the time is probably fucking dead already?”

you turn your head over your shoulder, looking at chris with a smile. 

“what d’you say, chris? we can just do it as our own little fun thing! its exciting!” 

“i dont- i dunno, baby. theres like no point in it. fuck, dont give me those eyes. y’know i cant say no when y’look at me like that.” 

“gross. get a room. fucking, please.” 

you giggle, looking back at nick, then back at your boyfriend. 

“soooooo?”

chris cups your face in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over your cheeks. 

“ill think about it, okay, ma?” he whispers, looking at you with those eyes that always drove you crazy

“thank you baby. i love you” you whisper, cuddling into him

for the next few hours, you and the triplets talk about random nothings, and by 11 oclock, you were all exhausted and ready for bed. nick and matt headed to their bedrooms, while you and chris hung out on the couch for a bit longer, talking about the next days plans and whatnot.

eventually, you make your way down to chris’ room, cuddling up in the blankets. while chris was out like a light within ten minutes, you couldnt sleep.

you kept thinking about lola, and tony, and the club, and who killed tony. the club was always so packed, with so many witnesses there that night, but nobody saw who killed him?

within 15 minutes, you found yourself hunched over your laptop and notebook, scribbling down facts you found online about the club and lola’s life after tony’s death. 

“she has a daughter, born in ‘49. so she would be like, what? 75? yeah, 75. okay, her daughter has three kids. 2 sons and a daughter, they're 48, 46, and 44. and they all have their own kids, like, my age, probably? lola’s daughter is antonia jones, and she still lives in the city” 

you found yourself muttering to yourself out loud, completely forgetting about chris being asleep next to you as you review your facts aloud. 

“what’re y’doing, ma?” chris mutters, his face smushed against the pillow

“chris, look. her daughter is still alive, and she has a bunch of grandkids and i'm assuming great grandkids?” 

“who are you talkin’ bout?” 

“lola jones!”

with that, chris fully rolls onto his back, eventually sitting up. 

“y’still on this?”

“yes!”

“you really wanna do this, huh? y’wanna solve her boyfriend or whoevers murder? from like 80 fuckin’ years ago?”

you nod, sympathetically looking into your boyfriends eyes. “i do. i really do. not for the cops, or for the money, but to get justice. its been 80 years, nobody knows what happened. the poor guy probably had a family, maybe not kids, but his parents, cousins, siblings! they all lost someone, and i bet you theres some siblings grandkids still alive that want some form of justice for their uncle!” 

“fuck it, lets do it then.” he smirks, brushing a strand of hair away from your face

“really? you mean it?” you squeal, climbing on top of his lap as he nods

“of course i mean it. anything for my pretty girl.” he mutters, cupping your jaw as you hold his neck

you lean down a bit, pressing your lips together and holding him close. you passionately kiss him for a few seconds longer, before pulling away and just hugging him. 

“thank you baby.” you whisper into his ear, tightly hugging him

“dont thank me, its something you wanted to do, and i can see how badly you want this. i dont give a shit what it is, ill do anything for you.” 

you pull away from the hug, staring into his icy blue eyes, noticing the sparkle thats always there when you look at him. 

“i love you so much.”

“i love you so much more.” 

“not possible.” 

“dont argue with me on this, okay mama?” 

“okay.” 

you sweetly whisper, clinging to your boyfriend as he lays down in bed again, holding you close to him as you finally drift to sleep after hours of researching and spiraling.

this was it. you were gonna go back into evidence, news articles, and research from over 80 years in the past, all the way back to when lola and tony started fooling around in what was rumored to be 1942. but was it actually? or is there more to the story? 

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a/n: i lowk hate myself for this cliffhanger but im tired and need to go to sleep so im scheduling this to post in the morning gn angels!! <3 & yes that is tara yummy i couldnt find any good yellow showgirl pics for the moodboard ignore it pls n ty

inspo: i was listening to the song today and actually payed attention to the lyrics for like the first time and literally spiraled and told everyone i knew abt it and then decided to write about it & expand on the story we hear in the song a bit more LMFAO

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[drysdalesworld]

Hi! I saw that you write for pjo! Could you write some hcs of the main three kids catching the reader (adoptive older sibling! Child of hephastus!) Sneaking out of camp to see their lover. (I was thinking its sort of like- a forbbiden love situation for reasons) and low key keeping that information as possible blackmail (in a lighthearted way,Like siblings often do to bribe eachother into doing stuff the other doesnt want to like chores n stuff).

The reader is afab but uses they/them pronouns and is around 19/20.

Thanks in advance!

“why are you hanging half way out your window?”

pairing: platonic!thalia grace x nb!child of hephaestus!reader, platonic!nico di angelo x nb!child of hephaestus!reader, platonic!percy jackson x nb!child of hephaestus!reader

it’s a bit short but i hope you like it!

— reader honestly had snuck out to see their partner so many times that they may have been too cocky the night they gotten caught by percy/thalia/nico

— let’s say readers lover is a mortal & knows that they “work” at a camp during the summers (they met at college!) & always offers to see them after camp hours when appropriate

— reader has never been caught so why would that night be an exception?? (they all use it to their advantage)

— they all catch reader on the same night but at different times!

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— PERCY had been out on a walk when he heard a window harshly open, halting him in his tracks as he whipped his head towards the hephaestus cabin, seeing a black backpack be quickly thrown out the window before approaching

— dude didn’t know what to expect but he def didn’t expect reader of all people to be crawling out of their window in the middle of the night

— “uh, why are you hanging halfway out your window (y/n)?” he asked, both arms crossed over his chest as he looked at the reader weirdly

— poor reader froze mid crawl & literally felt their heart drop to their stomach. out of all people, it had to be percy that caught them sneaking out.

— “getting fresh air?” they replied, finally out of their window & landing on their feet

— the blonde only hummed as he narrowed his eyes at the reader, totally not believing what the just said. “uh huh. well, whatever it is you are doing, i will be remembering this entire interaction & will use it accordingly”

— his words did not make reader feel better about the situation, trying to plead with him to not tell anyone else. he reassured them that he wouldn’t, but he’d definitely use it as blackmail & bring it up whenever he needed something.

— perhaps the next time he had a craving for blue gummy worms, he’d bring up this exact moment the next time reader was planning on sneaking out & get a reward for somehow keeping his big mouth shut about this for so long. yeah, he definitely deserves an award for not ratting reader out (at least that’s what he thinks)

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— THALIA had just arrived back at camp for a little getaway after being & traveling with artemis’ hunters for so long

— she had nearly fallen asleep until she heard someone trip over something right outside of her cabin, cursing to themselves as they got up

— the moment she opened the door to reveal the reader, thalia wanted to laugh out loud

— “what the hell are you doing?” she asked

— “nothing” reader would reply as they fixed themselves & brushed the dirt off their pants

— “doesn’t look like nothing”

— “it’s 100% nothing, thalia”

— “where are you going anyway this late at night?”

— “what’s with the interrogations, grace?”

— thalia gave up on trying to pry the information out of you & only rolled her eyes, bidding you a good night before promptly telling you that she won’t forget about this in the morning

— she def is planning on getting the information out of her one way or another OR will always bring it up until reader cracks & spills the beans

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— NICO is already wide awake when he sees a shadow breeze past him as he sat near the woods, having trouble falling asleep

— his eyes immediately dart up towards the figure, squinting in attempts to get a more accurate image of whoever it was walking around at midnight

— “(y/n)?” he asked

— the groan that reader let out sounded more like a growl as they became increasingly frustrated at getting caught three times trying to leave

— “yes, nico?”

— “what are you doing up this late?”

— “on a walk”

— “going for a walk at midnight with your backpack filled to the brim?”

— “yes. building endurance y’know?”

— the scoff nico made wanted you to crawl back into your window & never come back out. getting caught once was fine & something you could handle. but three times? the universe just seemed to hate you at this moment

— “hmm, sure. whatever you say”

— the minute he turned his head back towards the stars, you immediately beelined towards the woods/exit of camp half-blood, cursing yourself for being so carefree in your escape

— nico wasn’t too hellbent on using it for blackmail but once he heard about thalia & percy catching you the previous night as well, he just knew he had to join in on their teasing

— you spent so many nights doing percy’s laundry that you could literally tell what his size was from just looking at a piece of clothing. you gave the last piece of your favorite dessert to thalia too many times to count. & you took on the brunt of nico’s chores. you’d get them back later, trust!

[rollercoasterwords]

heyy, you said some time ago on an ask you hc Lily would give harry tons of mommy issues if alive, and I'm obsessed with this idea, please tell us more?

hi!!!! i did indeed say that….getting back to this a few days late but love this question 🌝🌝

to answer the first thing i have to explain is that in my mind lily is a bit of a cunt. she’s intelligent & ambitious—we know she was in slug club & made top marks despite not growing up in the wizarding world, which in my mind means she was likely competitive & had this sort of “i’m going to prove i’m better than these assholes” mentality & was also a perfectionist. she was used to being the favorite child/special one, bc we know her parents were excited abt her being a witch which is part of why petunia resented her; but then she had her sister & purebloods in the wizarding world putting her down, so i imagine that like…she’d have a strong sense of self worth and a need to prove herself, but also a bit of a martyr complex. at the same time, she had blinders on when it came to her own friend; we know she didn’t actually cut things off w severus despite him getting involved in nasty shit until he publicly called her a slur. this is actually one thing that i think is very similar about lily & james; though they both ostensibly had a very strong sense of justice, their blind spot was their close friends, which i imagine could make them both a bit hypocritical in that they’d say people who do x are bad but then forgive their friends who do x, etc.

ANYWAY. in a canon compliant setting if i am imagining lily & james relationship. well i’ll be honest i don’t think it was the perfect true love story etc that we’re sold in the books like. they were kids. i think that once they did get together it was v passionate & intense, made moreso by the fact that they were both fighting in a war & had the pressure of knowing they could die any day, etc.; if they hadn’t been fighting in a war, i think they would have broken up shortly after leaving school as they both followed different life paths & matured more as people & realized their first serious teenage relationship likely wasn’t going to be forever. BUT in a canon-adjacent/compliant universe war is on, their relationship is tumultuous but the dire circumstances make them cling to each other even tighter, & in my beautiful mind palace what happens is lily gets pregnant accidentally & they have a shotgun wedding. i’ve written an accidental pregnancy storyline w them in a few of my fics now so i can imagine it playing out in a couple ways, but no matter what in my mind lily was NOT planning to have a baby and has very mixed feelings about it—maybe she doesn’t realize she’s pregnant until it’s too late to do anything about it, maybe she considers aborting but decides against it, maybe she tries to abort but for some reason it doesn’t work or falls through…whatever happens, she ends up having the baby. now she’s a mother yayyyy except she’s a mum in like the most stressful circumstances ever & probably not having a joyous experience w her newborn. maybe some post-partum depression etc.

anyway. imagining canon breaking here and her becoming a mum…feel like this could go a few ways, and the exact mommy issues she’d give her kid would depend on which way it went. let’s say james dies on halloween but lily & harry both make it out; i definitely think part of her would sort of resent harry bc suddenly she’s 20 and she has to spend the rest of her life being a mum and she doesn’t get to enjoy her youth and have a normal life, and also she’s expected to raise the chosen one and also he’s kinda the reason her husband got killed. i think there’d be this sort of distance between them & i imagine her at times making an effort to be the loving mum she’s meant to be but ultimately it’s unsustainable, and harry grows up trying everything he can to make his mum really love him and develops a complex over feeling like there’s something fundamentally wrong with him bc that love & parental warmth just doesn’t come naturally to lily. & if this is a universe where voldemort’s still out to get harry then i imagine them moving around a lot, maybe living in hiding, her raising harry to one day take down voldemort…sorry but i do think she would turn him into the priest’s favorite sacrificial lamb. i think she would raise him to be a soldier/human sacrifice who is constantly feeling like he has to earn love, and neither of them would ever fully be able to give the other what they need or want, even though i do think lily would love harry…i just don’t think she’d always do a very good or consistent job of it!

[cottagecoreismysaltlick]

Arlecchino’s story quest just revealed how old Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet are. (Spoiler kinda)

Tl;Dr: late 20s

“I wish Genshin would give us solid numbers for character ages!” Sometimes they do. And those numbers give us ages of other characters too, if you pay attention. And yeah, I know the Genshin community doesn’t like to read, but you don’t even have to do much reading for this.

And let me preface this. When you go through this much work to “justify” characters being adults some people will say it’s just “an excuse to sexualize minors”. No. This isn’t even about that.

This is about me being absolutely sick and tired with the teenagers with careers trope.

First of all, what we know:

Childe is the YOUNGEST of the Fatui Harbingers.

Childe woke up the whale when he was 14 years old, and that was 20 years ago. He is 34 years old.

Arlecchino became the Knave at 17 years old.

The Hearth siblings came to the house within a few months of Arlecchino gaining control.

Lyney and Lynette met a magician named Caesar who over 10 days, helped them hone their stage magic skills

Caesar died 10 years ago.

Toddlers can’t do street magic.

Honestly the last couple of points aren’t even needed, but they’re helpful to solidify this number. You’ll see.

Let’s do some basic Arlecchino math first.

Again, she’s canonically older than 34, but if you want her and the siblings to be as young as absolutely possible, we can start there. (Maybe she’s a few months older than Childe. Idk)

34-17=17

Absolute bare minimum, Arlecchino has been the knave, and the siblings have been in the house for 17 years.

And quite frankly, I don’t think the “kids” were embryos when they joined.

But now that we have a minimum, let’s get a maximum to cover our bases. I’m going to use the serial disappearances as a marker here, because given what we know about her she would definitely look into that sort of thing. So she can’t be much older than 37.

So, when did the siblings join the house?

First of all, let’s get a few facts from earlier involved. Cesar died 10 years ago. That means he died while they had already been in the house for 7-10 years (depending on Arlecchino’s age.)

And a widely overlooked fact that personally I think needs to be taken into account more often, is that TODDLERS CANT DO STREET MAGIC.

But I get it, this is an anime game. And for some crazy reason some fans are convinced that characters should be as young as they can possibly be.

So let’s be just, the most generous that I could possibly be here and say those kids right there are 6 years old (anime 6 year olds don’t act like real 6 year olds so I’ll give you that), and it’s been an EVENTFUL couple of months worth of mastering street magic, trauma, and joining the House of the Hearth.

6+7=13 13+10=23

So the absolute bare minimum you are being silly at this point age for the siblings is 23, and depending on how old you think Arlecchino is, up to 26.

Personally, I feel like Freminet can help us out here, but we’ll have to apply just a teensy tiny bit of real world logic if we want to get anywhere. So,

How old was Freminet when he was sent to the house?

Freminet was very close with his mother, he was incredibly skilled at fixing and building things, to the point where he would help bring in money for the family for a few years before he was dropped off at the house with the old Knave where he’d notice other children with depression who he’d seen kill themselves.

Now I ask you, does that sound like a toddler? If you’re going to look me in my eyes and try saying he was sent to the house at 5 or 6, when the earliest of memories are being DEVELOPED, you’re not just silly, you are high. There’s really only so much disbelief I can suspend here.

Let’s be generous and say he was 8 years old. You can still have your over developed anime 6 year old, but at least it gives a few years for him to have been tinkering and making happy little memories before the trauma.

Again, using the youngest possible Arlecchino age,

8+17=25

So baby brother Freminet is bare minimum 25 years old.

In conclusion, let’s use those concrete numbers here to make an age range for the House of Hearth siblings. (I could absolutely give you my personal head canon timeline, yes. Will I? Maybe if you ask nice. But this is about cold hard numbers)

You’re absolutely fucking kidding yourself here ages: 22 for Freminet and 23 for the twins.

Low end: 25 for Freminet and 26 for the twins.

Reasonable maximum (the oldest I think they could be in the flashback is 13) 32 for Freminet and 33 for the twins!!

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest.

Louisiana Rain

Day #20 - Under the Covers | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | CW: Sex, Brief Mentions of Past Trauma/Loss | POV: Gareth | Pairing: Gareth/Di (OC) | Tags: Future Fic, Established Relationship, Marriage, Post-Corroded Coffin, Gareth & Eddie are BFFs, Traveling Sucks, Delayed Flights, Coming Home, That Middle of the Night Quiet

This is set in the same 'verse as Tuesday's/Wildflowers, but is standalone.

He drops his bag at the front door and toes off his shoes, first one, then the other. Nudging them under the bench so they're out of the way. It's late. Way later than he should be tonight, but flight delay after flight delay has made this damn day hours longer than it was supposed to be.

That cut into his days off, which fucking sucks. He loves touring, loves being on the road, but that's only because he can balance it with time at home. Because there's nothing more important, definitely not the music industry. It'll chew you up and spit you out, in the blink of an eye. 

He's still learning, still growing up, but that? That he knows. He learned it hard and fast in the woods of Louisiana at twenty-five. Plane crashed, friends and band, gone. He learned it at twenty-three, car being searched, drugs seized, sitting in the back of a podunk cop car. 

He's thirty now, but feels somehow both older and younger at the same time.

It's pretty late, but Gareth dials Eddie's number, intending to let it ring once, and then hang up. That's their signal that he's home, that his plane landed, that he's fine.

But the line connects immediately, "You're late."

Gareth laughs, "Tell me about it. I didn't think I was ever getting out of the airport today."

Eddie makes a sound, a clucking noise with his tongue, so Gareth reassures him, "I'm fine. Just several delays. Nothing else to report."

He could tell him that he was stranded in the airport in Baton Rouge for six hours, but there's no sense in riling him up. Looking down over the trees as they finally took off, he couldn't know if they were actually flying over where their plane went down, their lives permanently changed, but it still felt slightly uncomfortable and if he squeezed the armrests extra tight, nobody would know but him.

"Okay," Eddie finally says, "see you tomorrow, kid."

It's not a question, but it doesn't need to be, because of course he wants to see Eddie.

Eddie doesn't say anything else, and the line goes dead.

Gareth wanted to say it's already tomorrow, turn Eddie's constant refrain back on him, but everybody knows it doesn't count unless you've slept, so Gareth isn't about to argue with him. Not if Eddie's finally come around to Gareth's way of thinking.

Gareth goes into the guest bathroom, not wanting to wake her, but needing to wash the plane off of him, all the same. And when he crawls into bed, under the covers, hair wet, but feeling much more like himself, she slides her arm over his waist. 

"You finally made it," Di says. He'd called from every airport he'd been stuck in, a snowballed disaster of a day. It could have been fixed by chartering a private plane or a smaller aircraft, but there are rules Gareth follows, superstitions, and if he had to wait for the jet, he had to wait for the jet. 

"Eddie called. Twice," Di says around a yawn, and Gareth laughs. Of course he did. Of course Eddie knew he was running late, and why, but still had to pick up and give him shit about it.

"Yeah, he picked up when I called," Gareth says. 

She smiles against his chest, "He was worried. Even if I told him you were fine, just annoyed."

Eddie worries. It's what he does. Gareth can't blame him.

She slides her hand down his stomach, grazing the elastic band of his boxer briefs, "Too tired…or?"

He's never too tired for that, and he laughs, "I think I could be persuaded."

She laughs, and hooks her leg over his thighs, sliding on top of him. Palming him through his underwear. 

"Let me do all the work," she says, and he grinds up into her hand, through the fabric between them. 

He lifts his hips, helping her as she pulls his boxers off, tossing them over the side of the bed.

"Di," he breathes out, and then she lifts up her hips, and sinks down on him. Holy shit. 

He was expecting some foreplay, expecting to go down on her first, and he definitely wasn't expecting her to be this goddamn wet. 

He arches up, tilting his head back on the pillow. 

"Goddamn," he breathes out, and she giggles. 

He slides his hands up under the old t-shirt she's wearing, something he'd stolen from Eddie in another lifetime, and grips both of her hips, and feels his wedding ring pinch and dig into his other fingers as he squeezes. It's been five years, and he still can't believe she actually agreed to marry him. 

She grinds down onto his dick, setting the pace, the angle, and he's really just along for the ride, here. Not that he has any complaints about that. It's not gonna take long, not for either of them, and that's okay. That's not what tonight is, they'll have time for that later, before he catches the next plane.

And he's right, she comes quickly, easily, clenching down on him, squeezing, pulsing and he follows her over the edge. Forcing his hips upwards, taking her up off the bed with him, as he comes.

She stays seated on his cock, leaning forward, laying against him. Her hands find both of his cheeks, holding his face. He trails his fingers up and down her spine, gently as he goes soft in her body. It's gonna be a mess if it all leaks back out onto him, but he really doesn't care. 

She's the best thing that ever happened to him, and he still worries he might be the worst that ever happened to her, sometimes. He knows that's not true, not now. Water under the bridge, but the thought still worries him, poking the sore spots, from time to time, under the cover of night. 

"I love you," he says, and she squeezes him tighter.

He's home.

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[the-froschamethyst4]

Dad’s Best Friend

➤Day 9

𖤐 Pairing: Soap x F! Reader

𖤐 Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: Smut, NSFW, age gap, language, P in V, eating out, dad's best friend, kissing, making out,

𖤐 AN: I would like to say this kind of clashes with hes-just-a-bit-older it's kind of the aftermath after Price finds out about Y/n and Soap's little incident.

𖤐 Summaries: The day Soap and Y/n had fucked, Soap and Y/n's relationship grew, and Price was definitely weary of the relationship. Price of course doesn't want his daughter hurt and he doesn't know how he feels seeing his best friend kiss his daughter every now and then.

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A Couple Years Later

Soap and Price were watching at football game (soccer for the American) Soap's team was winning and Price every time Soap's team would score Price would sink down into the couch as Soap would cheer.

Y/n was in her bedroom talking to her best friend. She would roll her eyes when she heard Soap cheer and Price groan. She's glad they're having fun and all, but she sometimes wishes they'd be quiet, so she could hear her best friend.

Her best friend wanted to go shopping and do a girl's day out and maybe go to a bar afterwards to have fun.

"I mean, I'll get ready, but we'll see on the bar, I'm not big on bars."

"Yeah, I understand, we don't have to go," her best friend Aria said.

"Yeah, I'll get ready and let you know." Y/n said as she hung up her phone and opened her closet pulling out an oversized t-shirt that was actually Price's old Military shirt that had 'Capt. J. Price' on the back and 'Task Force 141' on the front. It was worn out, the Task Force and Capt. J. Price where slightly creaking, and the J was fading. Luckily no holes or stains on it.

She then grabbed some black sweatpants because it was going to get cold when the sun will go down. She grabbed shoes, her wallet and texted Aria that she was ready.

She goes downstairs and sat on the love seat putting on her shoes. Price and Soap looked at Y/n getting ready to go somewhere.

"Where are you going?" Price asked.

"Aria, wants to do a girls day out, so I'll be gone for a while."

"How long is a while?" Price questioned his daughter.

"I don't know, what it's 12:30....maybe 5:00? I'm not sure," she said, putting her shoes on and kissing Price's cheek and going to Soap with a smile and kissed his lips.

Soap placed his hand on her lower back deepening the kiss.

"Okay, that's enough. It's already weird for me, seeing my best friend kissing my only daughter," Price said as Y/n pulled away with a red face and Soap just smirked.

Soap and Price are still close best friends, inviting each other to parties and anywhere to hang out like bars to talk and come over to each other's houses to watch a football match. Even though it's been 2 years of them being together, Price still finds it a bit weird that his best friend who's almost 40 years old, and his daughter is only in her late 20's and doing college work online.

Price allowed it because Y/n and Soap are happy together and he doesn't see anything wrong with it as long as his daughter isn't hurt by Soap, if Soap did hurt Y/n, Soap would be 6 feet under, and his tombstone would be saying 'died by strangulation, stabbing, shot, drowning, and fell off a cliff.'

"I'll be back," she said, walking out the door and going to Aria's car and they drove to the mall.

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6:00PM

Y/n had walked through the front door of her home, arms full of bags and her left hand held her phone and her right hand held a Starbucks drink.

They didn't have time to go to a bar or anything.

"I'M HOME!" Y/n shouted.

"He's not home." Soap said, coming around the corner of the kitchen holding a bowl of cereal.

"Where is he?" She asks, placing her bags down on the ground, and her drinks and phone on the counter.

"His work called him asking him to come in...he asked me to stay here till you got home to make sure everything's okay..." he said as he brought the spoon to his mouth and started to eat the cereal.

"I thought you wouldn't like fruit loops," she giggles at him, eating the cereal.

"Nah, it's good, just haven't had cereal in a while," he said. Y/n smiles at him and walks towards him. He placed the bowl down on the counter and held his little girlfriend's face and kissed her lips.

He pushed his tongue inside of her mouth. She slightly moans into the kiss, as his hands were placed on her hips, and he picks her up setting her on the counter. His hands went up her shirt and tossing it on the floor, he put his hand behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall off her shoulders.

he grabbed the bra and tossed it on the shirt, his head goes down to her chest sucking on her breasts and squeezing her on breast as well. She moans and tangles her fingers into his hair.

His hands went to her sweatpants and pulled them off her lower half just leaving her in a cute black thong. He's never seen her in a thong before. Her hips just protruding from the small thin straps made him fucking melt. The small triangle just barely covering her clit and nothing covering her ass.

"Holy shit," he said with a red face.

"What? You don't like it?" She said, bring her leg up to cover herself but Soap stopped her.

"No, no, I love it. I fucking love it...you look so sexy with this on," he grabbed the thin straps hugging her sides and let them smack against her skin earning a soft moan from her.

"I don't even want to take these off of you. I want to see you just walk around in them...I want to fuck you in them..." he said, kissing her neck as his hands just rested on her hips.

"S-Soap..." she moans.

He pulls her off the counter till her feet touched the ground, Soap turned her around and pushed her over the counter, seeing her ass and giving her a hard smack leaving a red handprint on her ass.

"God," he leans over her shoulder pushing his clothed crotch against her ass and she could feel his bulge in his pants. She smirks and rubs her ass against him.

Soap looks around remembering the cameras in the house Price put up. He could see one in the corner of the kitchen looking right at them. He stops and moves away from her.

"Why are you teasing me?" She whines.

"I don't want the cameras to see us, and Price gets mad that we're fucking on the kitchen counter."

"Okay, follow me, I know where we can go..." she said as she stood up grabbing Soap's hand and bring him to the bathroom, there was no camera in the hallway where the bathroom was.

Soap looked down staring at her bare ass in the thong.

"Why does he have cameras everywhere?" Soap asked.

"We had a break in when I was 15 and...I was home alone while he was out..."

"Oh wait...your-"

"Mom...yeah...when I was 15 and the break in happened, and I was home alone my mom came home and the robber...shot her....this is when my dad started to come home a little more and then he decided to put cameras in the house so I could feel safe."

Soap felt bad that he asked.

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't be, it's okay..." she shut the door behind them and placed her arms on his shoulders. "I know this is kind of weird to do it in the bathroom but it's the only place that doesn't have a camera in the room or in the hallway." She said.

"I understand." He smiles down at her. His hands went to her waist and smirked and leaned down kissing her lips.

Y/n's hands went down his chest to his pants, unbuckling his belt and pulled them down and she pulled his hardened cock out.

He smirked into the kiss and started pull her thong off her lower half pulling them down and tossed them somewhere in the bathroom.

He puts her on the sink counter, and she put her feet on the sink giving him a perfect view of her slick coated pussy. He smirks and starts pumping himself viewing at her. He smacks his cock on her lower half.

She moans as he then pushes himself inside of her. She moans and falls on her back, Soap traps her between himself and counter. He starts to go easy till she gave him a look to speed up and go a little harder, which he did.

She moans and brings her head back hitting against the marble counter. Her hands held her legs, but her arms were getting tired, Soap grabbed her legs placing them on his shoulders.

Her hands kneaded her breasts as she moans and brought her hands under his shirt pulling it off his head and she tossed it on the bathroom floor. Soap was getting the rest of his clothes off as he still was thrusting into her.

"H-Holy f-fuck," he moans. He looks down at her seeing her stomach bulging with his dick inside of her. He smirks and leans down kissing her lips pushing his tongue inside of her mouth.

She moans when his tip just barely hits her g-spot. She moved her mouth, and his lips attacked her neck leaving hickies all over her neck and collarbone.

"Ahh~" She moans when she felt herself cum on his dick. He smirks and keeps going till he came inside of her.

He pulls out of her and goes down on her, licking between her folds getting cum on his tongue and swallowing it. Y/n moans feeling his tongue go inside of her as well. She grabs a handful of his hair making him go a little faster with his tongue.

KNOCK KNOCK

"Y/n? Are you in there?" Price was on the other side of the bathroom door. She looked down at Soap who kept going but she doesn't know if she could keep quiet.

"Y-Yes!"

"Everything okay?" Price asks.

"Y-Yeah, I'm just not f-feeling well," she moans but tried to keep quiet as Soap just keeps going.

"Oh okay....hey Soap." Soap stopped and looked up at Y/n knowing they were caught.

"Fuck," Soap whispers. "Hey, Price..." he says.

"What's going on?" Price asked.

"Nothing much."

"C-Could we not h-have a con-verstaion bet-between t-the door, p-please." Y/n asks.

"Fine...I just came back for my wallet," Price said.

They heard the front door shut letting them know, Price was gone.

"Did that turn you off?" Y/n asked, Soap.

"No, don't worry about me, did you get turned off?"

"A little."

"Why don't I fix that?" Soap went back to licking between her wet folds. She moaned and grabbed a handful of his hair once again, her thighs squeezed around his head.

"Oh baby," he moans as he looked up at her and she felt herself cum again and Soap licked her clean again.

"S-Soap," she moans.

He smirks and stands up hovering over her and kissing her thighs and biting them as well.

"God...you look so fucking sexy," he said as he grabbed his clothes, and she grabbed a towel to go get her clothes from the kitchen. Soap looked down seeing her black thong on the ground and stuffed them into his pocket.

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Y/n was getting ready for bed wearing a shirt that was Soap's and laid on her back looking at her phone, she was looking at TikTok before getting a text from Soap.

Soap: *I have something of yours*

Y/n: *Oh? And what is that?*

Soap: *Sent 2 photos*

Soap had sent two photos of Soap holding her black thong. He had the thong resting on his hardened dick and she could see some white liquid on the black thong.

Y/n: *Is that your cum?*

Soap: *DUH!*

She looked at the other one and saw him holding it in his mouth, he was shirtless meaning...he jerked off on her thong.

Y/n: *SOAP THOSE WERE NEW!*

Soap: *Oh, I know, love, but goddamn all I could think about was you in this thong, looking absolutely sexy*

She rolls her eyes and thought she should send some back. One of her showing off her butt in another pair of underwear in Soap's shirt.

Another where she stood in front of her full body mirror lifting the shirt exposing her panties and her hips being tightening by the panties.

Another one with the shirt off and panties off.

Soap: *GODDAMN! New photos to jerk off to*

Y/n could feel his smirk from a far away and could feel him already jerking off. She placed her phone down getting her clothes back on and laid on her bed.

[dollarbin]

Mitchell Mondays #2:

Eastern Rain

My famous brother spent much of the last week bragging about how he'd taken in all 27 hours of Bob Dylan's latest archival release. I'd love to follow in his audio footsteps and listen to all of Bobby's 74 live recordings but I'm afraid there'd be some serious repercussions:

To begin, my work computer would give up the ghost. The machine is over a dozen years old and already on its last legs, laboring under the weight of some 30,000 MP3 files and 20 years of work documents. Every time I download another Neil Young bootleg compliments of my brother's fantastic blog the thing shudders, buckles and wavers somewhere between life and death. If that box could talk it would have nothing but curse words to hurl in my direction.

My trusty old IPod would beg for mercy. Forever addled with 22,000+ songs, it no longer holds a charge for more than 10 seconds and crashes every time I transfer antique docking stations. I'm so practiced at resuscitating it that it's a shame I wasn't on hand when Steven Jobs croaked. Plus the thing often insists boy genius is playing when I'm listening to Miles Davis. There are currently just 23 MBTs or GPTs or whatever of space left on it. Attempting to sneak 27 more hours of Dylan into its guts would be like entering me and my bald spot mid-school year and in-between shaves in a beauty pageant: things would get real ugly real fast.

Plus I'd be broke! The thing is retailing for $130 and I don't have 130 cents. Frankly, I find it incomprehensible that, given my track record of getting drunk and blogging while listening to Dylan's 70's live albums, Dylan's people have yet to send me a complimentary copy. Get to work all you Dylan-people: supply the Dollar Bin with free stuff already!

Finally, if I started in on 27 hours of Dylan and the Band in our kitchen my family would all rise up, don war-shirts and take to the streets against me. I once attempted to listen to every pass Dylan took on Idiot Wind in a row on a family car trip. In my defense I thought they'd all fall asleep or not notice what I was doing. But after just two and half glacial versions I was forced to abandon my attempt. It was either that or abandon my marriage.

Happily, my famous brother shouldered these risks for me and you and emerged unscathed, though one wonders whether his big deal wife made like a desperate farmer in a Dylan song and fingered the familial hatchet with menace once Bob and the Boys struck up their 64th rip roaring version of Hollis Brown.

Good bananas, this version, in which my brother astutely hears the rhythmic foundations of Shakey's Revolution Blues, truly cooks. Seven new people were probably born right there in the theater while Bob, Richard and everybody else pounded the hell outta this thing. Robbie Robertson: wow.

But the new Dylan collection's crown jewel, again according to the only human being on earth who has actually listened to the whole thing, is a song Dylan apparently couldn't find any room for on any of his 70's records. Apparently he thought New Pony was better than this greatness.

Imagine shrugging off and then forgetting altogether a song this dense and fruitful. Dylan, of course, built up a good deal of his cult following on equally stupid decisions: Union Sundown instead of Blind Willie McTell? Sure. Joey over Abandoned Love? Why not! Disease of Conceit when he had Series of Dreams? Definitely. Stupid apparently leads to genius if you're Bob Dylan.

But dare we say the same thing about Joni Mitchell? Once RBG died, Brandi Carlile forcefully placed Joni on our throne of liberal untouchability: criticize her and you'll suffer the progressive culture's wrath.

I'm as thrilled as you are to see Mitchell alive and well, but I think treating her like a Ming vase sucks. This is the Dollar Bin, not the Louvre, and we like our artists brilliant and flawed.

Consider: Mitchell routinely showed up to parties in the late 70's in blackface, then she memorialized the whole act on an album cover. Plus she once hired Billy Idol to accompany her on a song called Dancing Clown. Joni's not precious nor perfect; she's flawed, and she's awesome.

And she too was capable of Dylan-level dumbness.

Which brings us to Eastern Rain. When her Archives project was announced a few years back I couldn't wait to finally hear a studio take of her complex and rich song which was made famous by Fairport Convention.

But apparently Mitchell never even attempted the song for an album. All we've got after three archive collections are two live versions. They're both great, even if they include a twice repeated bridge which Fairport were wise to jettison.

Just imagine if she'd cut this song for Hissing of Summer Lawns. Lyrically it would interfere - I get that - but can't you just imagine the record's swooping bass laid over lush vibes and rich vocals? Eastern Rain could have served as yet another cornerstone of that incomparable record.

Then again, maybe the song is just cursed in some way; after all even Fairport Convention were dumb with it. Just listen to how much better everything sounds on this outtake version when Ian Matthews gets outta Sandy's way:

[where-our-stories-start]

Tortall Fancast Series - Thom of Trebond

As children, Thom and Alanna were so much alike in face and body shape as to be mistaken for each other, if dressed alike. The only distinguishing feature of the twins at that time was the length of their hair. Both were short and skinny, with copper hair and purple eyes. When Alanna visited him at age eighteen she commented on his beard and height, suggesting he grew up to be taller than her. (x)

Okay so I already know this from my ASoIaF blog, but damn, finding redheads in medieval clothes is hard. Also, canonically Thom died at 20, but it's hard to find teenage fancasts, so I've included some who are technically too old but fit the vibe.

KEREM AÇARSÖZ - SEHZADE SELIM (MAGNIFICENT CENTURY)

Açarsöz seems to be 8-10 years old, although I cannot find a birthdate for him. He plays a young Ottoman prince in Magnificent Century. It can be somewhat difficult to navigate footage if you don't speak Turkish, but all episodes are readily available online, mostly on youtube. Costume design is distinctly Ottoman, but some of it works as general medieval European.

GABRIEL AND TRISTAN HARLAND - YOUNG CNUT AND ESGAR (THE LAST KINGDOM)

So there's not much footage of either of these kids, and in at least 1/3 of it they've got knives held to their throats, but I included them because they're identical twins with great vibes for Thom and Alanna at the beginning of SotL. The only source for their age I could find puts them at 10-11 filming The Last Kingdom, and while I'm not sure how reliable it is, that looks about right.

YIGIT ÜST - SEHZADE SELIM (MAGNIFICENT CENTURY)

Üst plays an older version of Açarsöz's character on Magnificent Century. I couldn't find an age for him, but he seems to have been in his early/mid teens during filming. He's often in a turban, but when he's not, he's got great hair for Thom. He shares Thom's dignified-and-broody vibe, too, which I like.

RUAIRI O'CONNOR - HENRY VIII (THE SPANISH PRINCESS)

O'Connor was in his late 20s when filming The Spanish Princess. There is ample footage of him both clean-shaven and with a beard. Since he's playing a king, his clothes are mostly too lavish for Thom, but they can work if you pick your footage carefully, and Henry VIII definitely lends himself to Thom's mercurial nature.

EDDIE REDMAYNE - JACK JACKSON (PILLARS OF THE EARTH)

Redmayne was also in his late 20s in this role. His hair is more auburn than copper, although it varies by shot. Clothing is 12th century English, and Redmayne definitely has Thom's brooding vibe.

TOM HIDDLESTON - HAL/HENRY V (THE HOLLOW CROWN)

So Hiddleston's character in The Hollow Crown is basically nothing at all like Thom, but there are still moments the vibe feels right. He's a primary character in three episodes, so there's ample footage of him (both clean-shaven and with a short beard!) At roughly 30 during filming he's far older than Thom ever got, but I still like him as a fancast.

If you've got any additions, or any requests for other characters to do, please let me know! The full series can be found here.

[bitch-spectrum]

PART 2/3

Part 1 ,, Part 3

Ed

Personality Headcanons: He hates tobacco. He hates it when people smoke around him. He's the kind of guy to put out your cigarette for you and you look up at him, thinking you're gonna fight some punk but quickly change your mind. His dad used to make him cut and light his cigars and he hated doing it so much he swore he'd never smoke. The hole that he sleeps in is deliberately cut, sanded, and reboarded. He nests in there. Probably Autistic and doesn't speak much around strangers. Will gladly infodump to his friends. He's in his mid-late 30s ~35-38. In addition to being part of TF4 he also works part time as a steam locomotive driver. After being tied to the train tracks, he kind of got curious about it. He can play an instrument, I'm just not sure which one. Probably a fiddle idk. Physical Headcanons: The tooth sticking out is a broken tusk. he desperately wants to grow facial hair, has tried, and cannot. He's very jealous of people who do have facial hair. ~6'05" Gender: Cis male Pronouns: He/Him Orientation: Straight He's a hardcore ally and loves going to pride events to support his friends. He thinks they're a lot of fun. Post Game: His life carried on fairly regularly afterwards, like Ace. I personally feel like he had more of a connection with Clover than the others though so, he was a little more impacted by their death. Sometimes he'll sit into the early morning with Starlo at the Saloon. Opinions: I'm bias. I heart large men so, points. I would have also liked to have seen more of him. One thing though is that on appearance alone I could so clearly hear his voice when he spoke. His design carries. 3.5/5.

Flowey

Personality Headcanons: Flowey is my favorite character in the Undertale franchise so I'm going to TRY to keep this short. As it stands, he's currently stuck at the maturity level he died at, so around 11-13. Since he doesn't have a physical body (other than a flower) he doesn't really age. I don't think he's a lost cause or even completely irredeemable. He's a terrified, traumatized, kid who's own parents don't recognize him anymore. He's had to try to navigate the world in a body that isn't his, completely alone. Sometimes when he goes through episodes he lies close to the ground to bite his petals and rip them off hoping that somehow it'll make room for his horns to grow back. He both despises his family for splitting up and ignoring him but wants nothing more than to be a family again. He has really conflicting feelings on a lot of things. I feel like if he went through extensive therapy his maturity would probably eventually catch up to what would be his chronological age if he wasn't a flower. He's touch starved but hates being touched. Probably has one or multiple personality disorders. Physical Headcanons: We get a side profile of his nose in his boss fight in neutral. I think that's a genetic trait from Asgore. Has freckles. Not much to headcanon since he's a Flower until the true ending of the OG UT when he ascends. Gender: He stopped giving fucks a long time ago. Pronouns: He/They (DESPISES being called an it) Orientation: Aroace. He's not necessarily repulsed but if asked if he has a crush on anyone he'd say "I'd rather watch someone be crushed to death than think ever think about dating." Post Game: N/A Opinions: I'm a die hard Flowey Apologist. He's such a deep, complex, and tragic character. I love him. I want to hug him. In this specific game too, wow, I love Flowey lore. Love Flowey angst. 5/5.

Martlet Personality Headcanons: Probably AuDHD. Definitely has racing thoughts / scatterbrain. Her first job was babysitting when she was a teen. She only barely got into The Royal Guard because they were desperate after losing a lot of good members in the war. She eventually proved herself to be a good member. Probably in her early 20s so ~21-23. Physical Headcanons: She's pretty buffed because of her job. ~5'10". I don't have too many. Gender: Trans Woman Pronouns: She/They Orientation: Multisexual of some sort with a preference for women. Also ambiamorous. Post Game: She quit her job at The Royal Guard, unable to really take the burden of having to kill a human child for the king. Chujin's words haunt her, what he said about her not being cut out for it. Instead she got a job as a classroom assistant. She bounces around the limited schooling system the underground has. So often times she gets a good reputation with the kids and will get to watch them grow up. Sometimes her job makes her think about how she could have done her best to hide Clover and watch them grow up too. She's a very emotional person by nature so, she would probably take the longest to really have it be in the past for her. But, she got right to *appearing* like she was moving on. By day it was like nothing had happened at all, she puts on a smile for the kids she helps out with, plays games with them. She's good at seeming okay but just shatters every night for a long time. Eventually (RAREPAIR), spending so much time with Dalv became beneficial for the both of them and they helped pull each other out of the rut. Opinions: I wish she had more screen time because she seems like a character the creators cared a lot about. She's very OC shaped and that's a good thing. I love when I can see the care that goes into a character. 4/5.

[autisticlancemcclain]

Really loved your Beauty and the Beast Au! Youre an amazing writer, and it drew me in with like the first sentence! I know Lance is bitter about his situation (gosh love that langst) but I'd love to see how long and how the castle inhabitants would react to Lances situation. Is there more Langst? Found family fluff? What makes Keith a beast??

Thank you for creating!

ooooooou thank u for asking bc this forces me to get into brainstorm mode (so i might actually update lol). this got super long so im gonna put a readmore

yes lance is super bitter about his situation and he absolutely has a right to be. he, like belle, is most definitely the town outcast/weirdo, but unlike belle, he's not the smartest person in town?? like he's not a huge reader, he's more of a math person but even still. he's not strong like his brothers so he doesn't work well on the farm. he doesn't articulate himself well so people generally think he's dumb, even though he's really not. he gets frustrated at school because the way he makes sense of things doesn't line up with the way he's supposed to do things, so he doesn't do well. he has excellent aim, but he's a horrible hunter because he refuses to kill any animals (he loves them too much). he's kind of the disappointment on every end, and he knows that, and he hates it

he wasn't necessarily SURPRISED that he was chosen to be the one to be sent up for the beast, but he's hurt anyway. it hurts him more because it was up to the ENTIRE TOWN to vote, and his family has nine people besides him, and literally only three people (veronica and his niece & nephew) didn't vote for him and that hurts him so so bad. he feels super betrayed by his family, and it's worse bc he knows they love him and they try their best to include him & do what's best for him but they genuinely don't know what to do for him so the relationship is pretty strained

the inhabitants are very used to lance's situation, at least initially!! the way i have planned out is that keith's parents died when he was around 6, and so keith was made king, but obviously the poor kid was miserable and grieving and in WAY over his head. his uncle, zarkon, was gunning for the throne obviously, and as keith's new guardian he kept trying to convince keith to give up his rights to him, but keith never even heard a word from him like he would just scream at every person who so much as looked at him wrong. none of the staff could handle him, with the exception of shiro, the oldest squire of the kingdom(late teens) & keith's only friend/older brother figure, and even that was strained, but shiro loves keith and did what he could to support him. however since zarkon wanted that throne so bad, he made a deal with an iffy enchantress, honerva, who came to the castle one rainy night and begged for shelter. since, again, keith was 6 yrs old and literally had the worst possible thing that could happen to him happen, he was horrible to her, so she cursed him -- he would look as beastly as he feels inside, and if he doesnt find someone to fall in love with him & marry him in 20 years, he was gonna be stuck that way. all the workers of the castle got stuck as household objects w him too bc zarkon, who sucks, paid her extra to make that happen, and then dipped before he could be affected.

to try and save themselves, the kingdom staff came up with a plan -- they would invite a noble kid keith's age to be his betrothed, to come live with him for a while and be keith's royal consort basically when they were old enough to get married. common occurrence! except...keith is not only still grieving, but now he's literally cursed AND he's feeling hefty guilt about how the rest of the staff is cursed only he has no idea how to express himself so it just comes out as rage. obviously the noble kid backs out after like a month of being near keith. this happens again, and again and again, until the staff (namely shiro & adam) had no more noble kids to choose from, so they trickled down to the townspeople. over the years, this info passed from town to town, and evolved into a lottery that each town did when it was their turn: they would send a young person around the prince's age to be betrothed to him. should this young person manage to find the prince agreeable and marry him, regardless of the lack of royal blood in their lineage, they would become his equal, and their family would be treated accordingly. (so it makes SENSE why lance was sent. lance knows that by marrying the prince he will do more for his family than he ever would be able to otherwise. still hurts a bunch.)

shiro & adam and everyone else in the castle is well used to a new person coming to win keith's heart. keith is rude & jaded & honestly kind of mean (he's traumatised), so they're also used to no one lasting more than two months before quitting.

lance, of course, is a special case, because he is the most stubborn person alive. most people who come are afraid of keith. lance is fuckin' mad at him. lol.

yes there will be found family fluff!! and, also, lance's family situation is stupid complicated BUT he still loves them and they still love him and there WILL be a nuanced perspective. this fic will be about CHOICE, even when that choice is hard as shit.

feel free to send me more questions!! i will have an update soon hopefully

[daddyslittlegirlofsammy]

In defense of the older Gallagher's.

Now that i finish the show i need to talk about these babies because in 2 months of watching the show i have seem a lot of criticism around especially Fiona and Lip so sit down and get comfy cause is a long post.

Let's start with the older Gallagher - Fiona being the oldest had to be the one to look after all the kids even if Frank and Monica weren't the way they were because now in my family was never like this but in all the american show's i've had watch it seems like the older kids take care of the youngers and i'm not saying is wrong but she literally raise the younger kids that includes Lip and Ian at one point, in the 3th season when she is trying to adopt the kids she said that Frank left her, Lip, and Ian alone in the cold at night and Ian was burning up with fever if it wasn't for her fast thinking of going to a hospital he could be dead, one thing that i read quite a lot when people say they don't like her is how careless she was and how she threw everything away and didn't care about anything like in this scene

but what people seem's to forget is that she never had a happy childhood or play with dolls and such i mean c'mon her dolls were her brothers or got to be a teeneger that get to make mistakes and get away of it, she got out of school so she presumably didn't get to make friends aside from V who from what google say she is supposed to be mid-to-late 20s so not that close in age, one of the only times we see her having a bit of fun all by herself without the kids is in the 1th season when she goes with V to a club and even that gets interrupted because of something i don't really remember, yes she is not an angel, she made mistakes like leaving coke on the table, Liam finding it and almost dying from it my heart sank watching that scene, so in over all i know she is not an angel but i can't for the life of me judge Fiona for going crazy at the end of her run, she just want to have some of the fun she didn't get as a teeneger, i have read people saying that she should had take Liam with her when she got out of the house and honestly speaking she shouldn't, because she raised all those children, she shouldn't take not even one of them, she deserved them but they didn't deserve her (Carl deserve her, he was the only one that understood her sacrifices).

Now let's go to the reason why i start to watch the show (saw Jeremy on the bear and could't get enough of him) - Lip, when you first start to watch the show one of the first things you learn about him is that he is the smartest Gallagher out of the family in Frank's words: Lip, smart as a whip, straight A’s and the honor roll, boy’s definitely going somewhere, even his dad who is not the smartest in the show know's that Lip is a smart guy and want (in his own way) his son to go somewhere into the world and because the apple doesn't fall far from the tree he even though doesn't like to admit he just like Frank when it came to alcohol, i feel like he didn't drink as heavy as Frank but he did drink so and i don't like to say it so much so that he went to the AA, but i think his "downfall" was going university even tho he is smart, because there was no Fiona to "control" him in a way of like "don't drink, you know our genes", he was basically on his own to do whatever he wanted like in this scene

he got to be the teeneger Fiona didn't got to be, to have a little bit of freedom from his family, when Liam almost died even though he had school, was working at shcool, he took Liam with him so Liam wouldn't be with Fiona because he didn't trust in her, you see him doing homework on the train with Liam in his lap sleeping, but he is not an angel oh no no my friends, he completely dropped out of college not just because of his family that needed him around the house but I blame a lot on that teacher of his, both wanted good things for each other but both were drunk but Lip wanted help, Youens on the other hand didn't even considered, he also treesome relationship with another teacher and her husband, in the show he is the one that get all the girls from the very first episode, Karen, Mandy and so on, having lots of pregnancy scares on the way and every one of those pregnancy you can see he is so ready to be a dad even tho the babies are usually not his but he is so ready to tackled the parenthood that he doesn't mind, once the girl says is his he is there from the start to finish, he love those babies, he want the babies because is he's, not Fiona's, not Ian's Debbie's Carl's or Liam's but his and his only, i feel like he wanted the stability of a "normal" family, like a mom and dad that work and don't drink they're faces off, a sister and maybe a brother but instead he is stuck with the Gallagher's which is not bad per se but just not what he really need's, i feel like if he had the right type of support both mentally but especially emotional he would have gone extremely far in life.

Now the youngest of the three - Ian, when you first met Ian he is what i like to call the forgotten child like my brother who is the middle child and it is usually forgotten because he is the quite one so quite that we forgot his birthday this year but that is because he is the quite one and so is Ian, he get the chance to keep the things that he dosen't want to share to himself, one of the things i found very astonishing is that in the first season alone you already knows that he is gay, having a case with the guy he works for, who is older than him and he has crush on Mickey, that is quite a lot for a 2011 show, when he goes to live the Milkovich's and i feel like is mostly duo of the situation in which they live (dark house, always dirty) his bipolarity breaks and Mickey not knowing what to do goes to the Gallagher house calling for Lip

not getting Lip he take Debbie and Carl and as soon as they see Ian they know what it is because they have see the same behavior on Monica so much so that Debbie immediately go "Yeah he is bipolar", Mickey on the other hand and i feel this is largely because of the way he was brought up he is in shock like "how could Ian be like this when his family is so "normal"?" more normal than his family that is but he ultimately decide to just accept as part of the person he loves, Ian on the other hand doesn't because he want's to go to the militry and by a quick google search it reads - "Current mood disorders, such as major depression, bipolar disorder, or depressive disorder not otherwise specified, are disqualifying." so for him when he is hospitalized for his bipolar and because he stole Mickey's baby the army career is ruined, after his hospitalization when Monica pick's him up and he goes home, he finish's his relationship with Mickey going so far as to say "You can't change it, you can't fix me, 'cause I'm not broken, I don't need to be fixed, okay? I'm me!" i feel like is because he was is scare to be like Monica and "ruin" Mickey's life, but Mickey on the other hand say's "It means thick and thin, good times, bad, sickness, health, all that shit." which implies that Mickey doesn't care that Ian stole his baby or is bipolar he just want to be with his Ian and that what matter's to him, but he like his brothers is not an angel like c'mon he stole his brother's id to get into the army, stole a baby as previously stated, he almost went to mexico Mickey and at one point work at a club as a dancer but between all three of them i feel like he is most "normal" went to work at an ambulance station besides his bipolar diagnosis and was extremely happy, had longer relationships that Fiona and Lip, was gay Jesus at one point which i found funny and when to prison because of it, they all have they're faulds but that's what makes Shameless Shameless you know?

I don't really know how to finish this analysis(bc i never done one) but I loved show with all the love in my heart and its characters so much also if you read this until here i love you too<3<3

[local-denis]

YALL, ITS YA BOI, GR4Y, AND I AM *BACK* WITH SOME *QUESTIONS*!! *insert fleshcousin yay sfx*

1. how many people buy the 💖yassified💖 fafa (i'd eat it tbh)

2. where'd boots get the 💖yassified💖 boots!? gawhdamn those are long

3. did cashier open the icecream freezer yet, i wanna buy some. (bonus, is there a 💖yassified💖 icecream flavor?)

4. Does Yassi-Spray exist?? Possibly under a different product name than Yassi-Spray? (bear spray, but for fending off the 💖yassified💖)

5. why in the FUCK is denis' tail getting stretched to oblivion in the 💖yassify💖 spectrum comic, i need to know (on the last few panels)

6. what new things can williamplayz (willyslayz) do now that he's 💖yassified💖

7. can pest sing (if so, which lady gaga song since he likes lady gaga)

8. has kasper ever tried to kill/execute (un)pleasant

9. can the 💖yass-virus💖 transfer through particles and what not

10. to add onto the last question, does kasper sneeze '💖yassify-particles💖' or something

11. oh dear dont tell me the 💖yassified💖 know how to do marketing and advertising, business, even...

12. how the FUCK did MR ring the doorbell (in the comic) when he has no hands

13. is kasper necessarily 'mad' at drretro for how she treats him (LIKE A LAB RAT. unacceptable smh)

14. does bive do blogs on the internet or something how that they're 💖yassified💖, instead of being a detective? OR DO THEY DO BOTH NOW

15. where does spud get his nails done

16. is split edible. strawberry.

17. what was the cocoon process like for pilby, how tf would it even work (since they're humanoid n stuff)

18. if bive gave reddy the 💖yass-virus💖, how the fuck did she do it?? some sorta malware program?

19. is lampert still a germophobe now that he's 💖yassified💖

20. did wallter and mark get back together perhaps (probably not)

21. what stuff DOES pest shoplift

22. what type of music does poob play at the parties

23. okay so yknow how fleshcousin has a big hole in the middle of their head? was that changed during the 💖yassification💖 process?

24. if pest bakes pie, he should start a bakery.

25. last but not least question: did kasper change their gamertag when they got 💖yassified💖.

shitton of questions i get it, but hey, thats me. (cringe too i think idk you tell me)

Another batch of questions hehehe >:D

(Another necessary cut off bdhsfqh)

1. I'd guess a lot, they are rather tasty tho also hallucinogenic

2. They probably found them in the back of the koby somewhere also they'd probably be one of the first mannequins to be infected lol

3. Never, he's hogging it all </3 (yes, mainly being sold at Crem's shop and Enphoso's store)

4. Just normal spray will do tbh, it's why Sarah carries it around ever since the outbreak started lmfao

5. My tail got infected *sobs* but dw Denis neva dies

6. More princess dresses with full faces of makeup much to Jermey's joy

7. Idk, but even if they could they would never do it haha

8. Kasper def has experimented some ways (Probably same as canon)

9. At first it was purely through bites so technically you could still smooch your yassified partner and not get infected, but as of late it seems to be getting more and more contagious. To the point it may be airborne now. Luckily Enphoso's store already has special air conditioners!

10. No, thankfully they cannot spread it through their germs. Not at all actually.

11. They absolutely do know how to do marketing and advertising </3 Enphoso is NOT helping

12. He found a way hehe

13. At first definitely, but he seems to have already forgotten about it! So he kinda forgives her!

14. Still does blogs, but it seems her new advertisements for the blog seem to be luring more people in. More people to spread the truth to!

15. Ya mama (jk, they were done by MrManeuver has a side business and for good prices!!)

16. No!!! Don't eat her cries

17. They probably got super tired and hungry at first, then made themself a cocoon, slept in it for a few days, and came out elegant as hell

18. Someway somehow a bite was enough. Even creatures made of materials that are not flesh don't seem to be safe either.

19. Yes absolutely, they probably have that clean girl aesthetic now

20. I think they're working on it (polite and fun don't mix well either I guess ah)

21. Still mainly coins, but will snatch a few lipstick tubes here and there. Now he can get away qith it more easily haha

22. Licky by Larry Tee and Princess Superstar (listen with headphones y'all)

23. Nah it's still there unless it mimics someone then they will just do the usual haha

24. He should! Maybe then he'll stop stealing coins haha

25. She would have, but he doesn't have enough robux </3

[stumbling-away]

I've had this somewhat random idea lately that I've started to play with in my mind while driving to and from taekwondo.

A Joel and Ellie, martial arts modern au (taekwondo when I think about it, but it could work for others).

Joel started after Sarah died, and he's been doing it for 20 years now. He's a black belt in a small studio, seeing most of the same faces, other than a few adults who wander in and sometimes stick around.

He enjoys it as much as he enjoys anything now. It just feels like routine. He avoids teaching the kid classes as much as possible.

And then one day, a new student enters the adult beginner class, 14-year-old Ellie. She's a foster kid who's there as a way for her to burn off energy, or stay out of the way, or because a younger kid in the family she's staying in is in one of the kid classes.

Joel's instructed to teach her the very basics before she joins the main class. He does not want to teach this child. At all. But he complies because he was directly told to.

Ellie is smaller and younger than anyone else there, but she's one of the fiercest people he's ever met. He spends a lot of time trying to teach her how to control herself and her body more than anything.

He tries so hard not to get attached. When she bursts into laughter every time he hits her over the head with a foam stick. When she makes up her own battles cries that definitely do not fit into whatever attack she is doing. When she's literally bouncing on her toes as she waits for him to talk.

He tries so hard.

But of course, he ends up becoming hopelessly attached to this goofy kid who's having the time of her life every practice, before returning back to her usual difficult home situation.

Also, just...

Ellie mouthing off to higher ranks while a long-suffering Joel pulls her aside to scold her for the 100th time.

Joel having little scratches on his arms because Ellie never trims her nails.

Ellie's hair always being a mess, so he starts begrudgingly doing it for her before class so that it stays out of her eyes.

Ellie goading him into doing plank and push-up competitions after class.

Joel just watching with pride as she progresses.

And, of course, eventually taking her in.

[papirouge]

“I never dated a man” I’m so jealous 🥲 you are not missing out at all! Even crushes are a waste of time now. And that anon you had that asked about conservative Christians and nuns reminded me of something I saw a while ago. It was very conservative Christians (evangelicals) talking on a podcast I think about how nuns were useless and shouldn’t be banned because they were “fertile women rejecting gods will to serve their husbands and have children” no woman should be single and be childless by choice according to them. They were American too

I’ve personally had experiences when talking to colleagues about this too. It seems that evangelicals have a more strict idea about women where women have to stay home, be pregnant and do nothing else because even Catholics and Methodists encourage community building. I think a lot of conservative male evangelicals are jealous of how male muslims like the taliban in afghanistan and the regime in iran impose strict restrictions on women in other areas of the world and call it tradition. So they want the same. *BUT! have you seen that video of a woman coming home from her 9-5 job just to head straight into the house work where she pays 50-50? So she has a full time job and has to pay 50% of the expenses but does all of the housework too? She looked burnt out but ALL the men were praising her calling her a “biblical wife and a proverbs wife” for basically being a provider for her man? So it seems those males want the idea of being a provider and a traditional marriage but will still demand a modern lifestyle from women where she still has to provide income on top of housework (with no job because she has to stay home)

Also I agree that a lot of ex muslims (the men mostly) end up sounding or being out as zionists. Because whenever I see ex muslim women share their stories it’s always about how they wanted freedom to leave their home and study and not be blamed for everything men do. But when men leave, they get angry and say things like “Zionism is right” but I see those statements explicitly about Palestine.

TBH I stopped feeling I was missing out not having any dating experience in my late 20s. Ever since, I kinda consider it as a flex to never let no man waste my time or energy lol

Every conservative Christian seething about women "wasting" their God given role or sinning really should read 1 Corinthians 7:8 & 25-31. The Bible is explicitly clear that celibacy is holy and Jesus himself who never sinned, was a celibate. Those moids are just redpillers with a sprinkle of christianese.

And yes, those christian redpillers are totally jealous of Taliban for achieving the absolute submission of women (unscholling, forced pregnancy, etc) ; they're only problem is that they're Brown Muslims.

TBH ex Muslims can be batshit crazy regardless of their gender. It's just that maybe the male ones are those going for the social media influencer route while female ones would rather go into the pro US shill/agent public personality where they milk off on every media their pityful existence under the oppressiveness of Islamist regime (à la ex/escaped North Korean formula lol)? The Apostate Prophet is definitely one of them. It's lowkey funny to see Muslims making fun of him saying that he's more of an Islam hater than a real Christian, that his wife isn't even Christian (which I take with a grain of salt because Muslims can be the pettiest liars against ex Muslims) and that he's just a Christian grifter because being an ex Muslim alone wasn't enough to grab US rightoid evangelicals attention (which could be legitimately true actually).

One example of genuine ex Muslims who converted out of Love for Christ and not out of spite against Islam are Nabeel Qureshi (died to soon :( ). If you have time, I really recommended his testimony because until his dead he tried to remain close to his (still) Muslims family. It's obvious he still loved and respected them. His testimonies were not really about shitty about Islam, but more about explaining how Islam never brought his (spiritual) peace, healing, or Love, but only the Christian God (the real one) and how, unlike allah, YHYW directly spoke to him. You can feel a lot of Love within him, and I think, that God taking him back to him is because he achieved his purpose in this world. His footprint in the Muslim to Christianity pipeline discourse is very significant. Fun fact : his friends David Wood, is who helped him to convert to Christianity (they initially were roomate in university and used to quarrel against each other's religion lol). David Wood outed himself as a filthy Zionist, caping for Israel crimes, and is unsurprisingly buddy witht he Apostate Prophet.... The only good thing that came from those 2 are the videos where they expose Tate and Candace Owen crooked "journalism", but that's it. David Wood is infamous for exposing Islam, and he does make great points to be honest, but there's something about him that screams "Christian out of spite" than "christian for Jesus". He's all Word but no Love. Lots of intellectualism for but no Grace (in every sense possible). He's one of those Christian Paul talked about in Philippians 1:15-18. Oh well, only God knows what He will make out of his "fruits"....

[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

More random Claremont stuff:

I admit, Claremont does some of the same off-panel development that I complain about with Duggan. Like Storm and Jean become fast friends, to the point that Storm loves her like a sister, very quickly. And we mostly don't see it happen on-panel, although we get a lot of them hanging out after the relationship is established. On the other hand, I think Claremont balances the team pretty well. Poor Lorna and Alex get pushed aside, but for the ones that stay, we get a lot of development. Even Banshee gets a lot of attention before Claremont takes him off the team.

Wolverine getting his ass kicked:

Like I said, I appreciate Wolverine so much more when he's allowed to occasionally be humiliated, to fail, to have other characters put him in his place. If he's an asshole, the rest of the team should react to him being an asshole, and they do. Colossus, Storm, Cyclops and Jean all tell him off at various times. At the same time, we see Wolverine grow and develop and show more of his better side, like this scene with Colossus, where Colossus has got a kind of mental block against using his full powers.

Colossus is such a sweet-heart, by the way. He's not really someone I pay a lot of attention to, but early Colossus is just a really kind person who always wants to help, and gets sad when he fails (especially getting tossed around by Magneto). He's also described as "the youngest X-Man" before Kitty joins. Bobby is not there, so I'm not sure how Piotr compares to her, but he's presumably younger than everyone else.

We actually get a few X-Men ages. There's an annual where Nightcrawler turns 21. Jean's tombstone shows that she died at 24, so Cyclops is presumably a similar age. Much later in the mid-90's, Scott will declare that he's 25, so I guess Marvel just completely froze them in time, or else Scott lost Jean, got married, had a baby with his wife, left them both, and sent his baby to the future all in the course of a year. It's okay, we all know most X-Characters aren't allowed to age beyond their mid-to-late 20's.

Scott and Jean at a seedy nightclub looking for a new mutant (who turns out to be Dazzler) is like Brad and Janet in Rocky Horror:

Oh no, that guy has a pierced nose, scandal! Jean of course doing the standard Claremont "I'm disgusted by this but part of me is also attracted to it!" I know it's part of her corruption arc, but Claremont seems to love doing this.

Also Claremont:

"And then Storm gets naked again, because she loves being naked, she is in tune with the elements!"

Also Claremont:

"And then there's an extensive scene of Storm getting a lock-pick out of her head-dress, and we need a close-up of her tongue working it into her mouth!"

This definitely isn't weird or anything:

And of course, there's the whole Jean Grey in lingerie living out a weird colonialist fantasy. It gets really distasteful when Jason casts Storm in the role of a slave, c'mon dude.

Meanwhile, Sebastian Shaw always immediately ready to take his shirt off:

Storm lowers the temperature in a desperate attempt to get Shaw to put his shirt back on, to no avail. He choose to be shirtless and he will REMAIN shirtless!

Despite all this, and the obvious Claremont fetish stuff, I actually think women in these older comics were less sexualized than in the era of Liefeld and later Land. Like, the proportions are idealized, but they are still body proportions I could imagine on an actual, real-life woman. We don't have ridiculous wasp waists and massive balloon tits, and constant sexy poses. Emma is in lingerie for her first appearance, and still feels less sexualized than her later appearances, especially getting into the 90's and 2000's. Storm is basically in a bathing suit with cut-outs, but it covers her entire butt, unlike Psylock's later buttfloss costume. Kitty Pryde actually looks like a thirteen year-old (and yeah, I realize some kids develop faster than others, but she's not drawn in a way meant to be overtly sexy, thank God, because she's thirteen.) Of course, the sexiness is there, it's obviously there with the Hellfire Club stuff and Jean's seduction, but it doesn't feel quite as in-your-face as in some later comics. It doesn't take me completely out of the story like Land art does.