#I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING IN THIS SHOW ANYMORE I REALLY DON'T

[denelian]

it's even worse than that - I mean, *someone* made that ad, you know the one, where the two actors are on a boat and being all snuggly. To win some MTV award (best ship, maybe? I don't know, I'm the wrong generation to watch MTV anymore, I'm 48...). And it's not like Tyler and Dylan made up the interactions from whole cloth - someone *wrote* their banter and their physical interactions! Someone wrote Derek pushing Stiles into a wall in a manner we *all* know from dozens of pre -sex scenes in action flicks!

Now, I don't pay the most attention, because I'm in the Sterek fandom and not the Teen Wolf fandom (I've only seen 1 episode, but I've read hundreds of Sterek fics) but I've a theory based on internet rumors I've accidentally stumbled across; Jeff Davis apparently modeled the character of Derek after an ex of his (which is why he keeps ADDING to the horrific hell of Derek's life, to at least metaphorically punish said ex) and Stiles is supposed to be on *Scott's* team, and JD has set them as somehow rivals or enemies (Derek and Scott, that is) so if Stiles gets together with Derek, he's "betraying" Scott. Because Derek is, after all, "evil" because he's based on JD's ex. Derek cannot, in JD's head, have nice things - and Stiles is MORE than nice, he's integral to any wolf *surviving* in Beacon Hills.

I've been bitching about the structure of this show since I read the first 2 seasons' recaps - generally, the POV character in a show is the newcomer or the outside. So it makes sense for it to be about in the first season, he was the newcomer. But after the first season, when there are more wolves, and Stiles is the lone human running with them? (Because Lydia isn't human and Allison isn't really with them, even before Gerard twists her up.) from that point, Stiles should be the POV character. He's certainly a better fit for it, given that he *doesn't* betray everyone time and again, then mysteriously become an alpha... Then betray his best friend more times than I can count (and I quit paying ANY attention to the show about the time Scott believed some random dude he knew for a few months back in grade school over STILES, to the point that he *didn't even ask Stiles what happened*, just believed that random dude.)

Like, you could have a GREAT show about morality vs ethics, power corrupting, abusing loyalty, there's MEAT there! But no, JD *tells* is that Scott is some Paragon of virtue (and doesn't do any research or give any thought to what *fallen* Paragons are... It how Scott makes much more sense as a fallen Paragon...) and because he TELLS us, he expects us to ignore that he SHOWS us an abusive, controlling ass who blames Stiles for *everything*. And has probably been doing so for their entire friendship, tbh...

Which is why I stick with the fanfic. JD doesn't know what he has, and he doesn't WANT it - as he's so loudly proven.

(Do NOT get me started on that mess of a movie!)

“You didn’t think you’re doing this without me, did you?” “Without us?”

[usomads]

Slow Burn // Jimmy Uso x Reader

Author’s Note -> Hiiiii :) had this sitting in drafts so I decided to finish it… and I’m– 🤤. Will be working on more stuff in the coming days, so stay tuned! Also, my lovely friend @zyvngi made this clip and I just… yeah there was no way I wasn’t using it lol. As always, happy reading y’all!

Pairings -> Jimmy Uso x Fem!Reader

Warnings -> Fluff (if you squint), Cursing, Drug Use (Weed), P in V, Not Proofread, MDNI

Word Count -> 4.4k

You enter Jon’s house as you always did, swinging the door open without knocking and waltzing right inside– your body collapsing on his living room couch. Media had kicked your ass today, more than usual, and you were definitely feeling the effects of it. Jon happened to have a day off today, one that was hard to come by, especially with the work you two did at WWE– him being a talent and you a producer. That’s how the two of you met 4 years ago, and you’ve been inseparable ever since.

“Well, good afternoon to you too, princess.” Jon teases, as you shoot daggers at him. 

“I don’t know how much more I can fuckin’ take. Paul’s driving me crazy, the work is endless, and absolutely nobody seems to appreciate how much work I’m putting into this to make shit happen every show. I’m about to fuckin’ lose it.” You groan, flopping down onto the couch and rubbing your eyes.

Jon leans against the island countertop, grinning, clearly amused by your frustration. “Sounds like you’ve had a day… wanna vent or just keep it low-key?”

You sigh dramatically, sitting up on the couch. “No, no, I should probably let it all out. I swear, I’ve been busting my ass, and every time I think I’m ahead, something else gets thrown on me. And everyone thinks I’m this superhero that can just fuckin’ fix it,” you pause, rubbing your temples. “I just want a break, but I feel like there’s no time to take one.”

He nods sympathetically, then walks over to the end table and pulls something from the drawer. “You really need to take a break though, you keep goin’ like that, you’re gonna burn yourself out.”

You laugh bitterly, half-glancing at him. “I know, I know. It’s like I don't even know how to take a break anymore. It’s always work, work, and more work.”

Jon takes out a joint from his pocket and lights it casually, raising an eyebrow at you. “You want some help with that?”

He takes a slow drag, exhaling slowly as you stare at him– shocked.

“You… smoke?”

He laughs, shrugging nonchalantly as he continues to puff on the joint. “Yeah, ‘s not somethin’ I bring up, but yeah, sometimes it helps me unwind. And you look like you could use a lil’ somethin’ to take the edge off.”

You stare at him in disbelief. “I just… I never thought you’d be the type to do… that.”

“What, smoke?” he chuckles. “Well, you never really asked. Trust me though, a little bit won’t hurt. It’s just us, Y/N. No work, no stress…” he grins, taking another drag then passing it to you.

You’re hesitant, but also curious. You take the joint from him, your voice getting soft.

“I don’t know… I’ve never done… this before.”

Jon smirks at you, sitting down and leaning back on the couch as he grabs another joint– one for himself. “First time for everything, right? No pressure, ma. Just take it slow.”

Nervously, you take a drag, coughing slightly. “Oh my god…” 

He laughs softly, leaning closer to you and offering you a reassuring smile. “Yeah, it can be a bit much at first. Just breathe through it, you’ll get used to it.”

You exhale, giggling nervously and shaking your head. “Okay, okay, I’m definitely not used to it. But… this actually feels kinda nice.” 

You’re growing more confident by the second, taking another drag. Jon watches you intently, a gentle smile on his face.

“That’s it, you’re doin’ great, ma. You deserve to feel nice, just let go of all that stress, you know?” he soothes you, his voice dropping lower than usual. 

As the night goes on, you both start to relax, the conversation flowing more freely. The effects of the joint take hold, and the atmosphere shifts in a way that has allowed the two of you to open up in a way you hadn’t before. You lean back against the couch, your eyes a little heavier but more relaxed. 

“You know, I never realized how much I needed this… to chill. I feel like I’m always runnin’ around, doin’ everything for everyone, and never doin’ anything for myself.”

Jon nods, a softer tone to his voice as he responds to you, looking at you intently. “I get it. You’re always taking care of other people, but you forget about you. You deserve to slow down. You gotta take care of yourself, too. Not everything’s on you.”

You turn to look at him, the weight of his words hitting you deep within your chest. “I don’t know why I feel like I have to do everything. It’s like if I stop, everything’s gonna fall apart.”

He softens, his expression growing more serious. “You don’t have to be everything to everyone, you’re enough just as you are. But I get it, you don’t want to disappoint people.”

A moment of quiet rushes in between them as the room feels more intimate, the casual chatter fading into something more profound. The connection between you feels intense, a shared vulnerability settling in. 

You look down, almost embarrassed, as you speak softly. “Maybe I don’t know how to stop being so… perfect. Like, I always have to keep everything together. I don’t know how to let someone help me.”

Jon reaches over and tilts your chin to face him, his voice barely above a whisper. “You don’t have to always be perfect, Y/N. With me, you can just be you, no pressure.”

The mood shifts. Your eyes lock, and there’s an undeniable charge between you, something unspoken but deeply felt. The air is thick with tension as you unconsciously move closer together. Before you can even process it, Jon leans in and kisses you, slow and unexpected. It’s not rushed, but full of emotion, a silent acknowledgement of everything you’ve both been feeling. The kiss deepens naturally, your mutual desire growing, and in that moment, the world outside fades. Reality hits you after a moment and you pull back slightly, eyes wide in shock as your breath catches in your throat. 

“Wha–?”

He pulls back quickly, his own eyes growing wide, clearly panicked. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to– I just– I don’t know what came over me. I shouldn’t have–”

He stands up, pacing slightly, his hand running through his hair. After a beat you stand as well, still in shock as you move towards him and gently place your hand on his arm. 

“Jon…” 

He turns to you, his eyes pinged in fear and nervousness as he looks at you. You step closer, looking at him with a soft but intense gaze. Before he can utter another word, you reach up, gently pulling him back down to you, kissing him again– this time with more certainty, as if you had wanted it too. You pull away slightly, breathing a little heavier as his eyes search yours, his expression mixed with relief and surprise– then, a smile starts to form on his face. 

Jon leans in, his forehead nearly brushing yours as that signature smirk of his plays on his lips. “Damn, Y/N… You got me over here thinking I messed up, and then you go and kiss me like that?” His voice is low, teasing, but there’s something deeper laced within it—something raw, something real.

You exhale a soft laugh, still feeling the warmth of his lips lingering on yours. “Maybe I just wanted to shut you up,” you tease, running a hand through his hair, your fingers tangling in the soft curls at the nape of his neck.

Jon’s grin widens, his hands still resting on your waist, thumbs rubbing slow circles against your skin. “Oh, word? That’s how you feel?” He chuckles, shaking his head. “Nah, Y/N. I think you’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.”

You raise a brow, playing along. “And if I have?”

His gaze darkens, his fingers tightening just slightly at your waist. “Then I’d say we got a whole lot of catching up to do.”

Before you can respond, he reaches over to grab the joint resting in the ashtray nearby, taking a slow drag before bringing it to your lips. “Here,” he murmurs, voice dripping with something dangerously smooth. “Relax a little. We got all night.”

You hold his gaze as you take a hit, the smoke curling between you as he watches you, his eyes flicking down to your lips before dragging back up. The tension between you thickens, wrapping around you both like a slow burn.

Jon leans back slightly, exhaling, his lips curving into a lazy smile. “You always look this good when you’re high, or is it just ‘cause you’re sittin’ here with me?”

You smirk, handing the joint back to him, your fingers deliberately brushing against his. “I don’t know, Uce… Maybe it’s just you.”

His laughter is deep, rich, sending a shiver down your spine. “See, now you just gassin’ me up,” he murmurs, tilting his head as he studies you. “But I ain’t mad at it.”

You shake your head, biting your lip as you watch him. “You like the attention, huh?”

Jon leans in again, this time close enough that his nose nearly brushes yours, his voice nothing but a husky whisper. “I like it when it’s from you.”

Your heart stutters, and for a moment, all you can hear is the faint hum of music in the background and the sound of your own breathing. The world outside doesn’t matter—right now, it’s just you and him, the air thick with smoke and something even more intoxicating.

“Say the word, Y/N,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing up your arm, slow, deliberate. “Tell me you want this as bad as I do.”

You swallow hard, meeting his gaze, your pulse pounding in your ears. Then, with a small smirk, you whisper, “What took you so long to figure that out?”

Jon grins, and before you can say another word, his lips are back on yours, the kiss deeper, more urgent, as if he’s making up for lost time. He groans softly against your lips, his grip on your waist tightening as he pulls you flush against him. The warmth of his body, the lingering haze of smoke in the air, and the way his fingers tease at the small of your back all send a slow-burning heat through you.

“You tryna drive me crazy, huh?” he mumbles between kisses, his voice husky, dripping with amusement and something deeper.

You smirk, tilting your head slightly to the side as you let your fingers trail up his chest. “I think I already have.”

Jon exhales a slow laugh, shaking his head before taking another hit of the joint, watching you through half-lidded eyes. “Oh, you definitely have,” he murmurs, exhaling the smoke lazily before slipping a hand up to cup your jaw, tilting your chin back slightly. “But I ain’t mad at it, baby.”

Your breath catches as his thumb traces along your bottom lip, his touch featherlight but enough to send a shiver straight down your spine. You hold his gaze, letting your lips part slightly, teasing him just enough before you take the joint from his fingers and bring it to your lips. His eyes darken as he watches you, his expression shifting into something unreadable but entirely consuming.

“You keep lookin’ at me like that,” you murmur after a slow exhale, the smoke curling between you both, “and I’m gonna start thinking you want me.”

Jon chuckles, shaking his head as he licks his lips. “Oh, I been wantin’ yo’ fine ass,” he admits, his voice dropping lower, thick with something almost possessive. “Just been waitin’ for you to catch up.”

Your pulse quickens at his words, at the weight behind them, at the way his fingers are still tracing slow, lazy circles against your skin. You can feel the heat radiating from his body, the pull between you both magnetic, undeniable.

“And what happens now that I have?” you ask, arching a brow, challenging him, teasing him.

Jon grins, slow and knowing, his hands sliding down to your hips before he pulls you onto his lap, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, “Now? Now I finally get to show you how bad.”

His words send a spark of electricity through you, your body reacting before your mind can catch up. You tangle your fingers into his hair, tugging slightly just to hear the way his breath hitches, the way his grip on you tightens.

“Damn,” he chuckles, his nose brushing against your cheek as he tilts your head, lips ghosting over yours but not quite touching. “You really been holdin’ out on me, huh?”

You smirk, your fingers still tangled in his curls as you whisper, “Maybe I just wanted you to work for it.”

Jon lets out a deep, satisfied hum, his lips finally capturing yours again, this time with even more urgency, more fire. His hands roam your body, fingertips grazing exposed skin, setting every nerve ablaze.

“Mm,” he murmurs between kisses, pulling back just enough to let his forehead rest against yours. “I don’t mind puttin’ in the work, baby. Not if it means I get to keep you right here.”

Jon’s grip tightens on your hips as he tilts his head back slightly, looking up at you with a mix of amusement and hunger. His fingers trace slow, teasing patterns along your bare skin, sending a shiver down your spine. The warmth of his hands, the faint burn of the smoke in your lungs, and the deep pull of his gaze make your head spin in the best way possible.

“You really got me like this, huh?” he murmurs, his voice husky, rough around the edges. He smirks, exhaling a slow breath as his fingers press just a little harder into your waist. “Sittin’ on my lap, lookin’ at me like you already know what you doin’ to me.”

You bite your lip, dragging your nails gently down his chest, feeling the way his muscles tense beneath your touch. “Maybe I do,” you tease, tilting your head slightly, watching his expression shift. “And maybe I like it.”

He lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head as his hands slide up your thighs, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch. “Oh, I know you do,” he says, his lips ghosting over your jaw, his breath warm against your skin. “You playin’ it all sweet, but you been wantin’ this. I can feel it.”

Your fingers curl around the fabric of his shirt, holding on to him like he’s the only thing keeping you grounded. Maybe he is. The heat between you is thick, the air electric with the weight of everything left unsaid. But right now? You don’t need words.

He leans in, his lips just barely brushing against yours, teasing you, making you chase the kiss. “Damn, baby,” he murmurs, smirking as he pulls back just a little, enough to make you whine softly. “You really gonna make me work for it?”

You smirk, tilting your head playfully as you drag your fingers up the back of his neck, pulling him closer, your lips barely touching his. “I thought you liked putting in the work?”

Jon groans, shaking his head with a laugh before finally closing the distance, kissing you with a deep, slow intensity that sends heat pooling in your stomach. His hands explore, memorizing every curve, every dip of your body like he’s wanted to do this for far too long.

He pulls back just enough to whisper against your lips, “You taste too damn good, Y/N.”

Your heart pounds as you smirk, brushing your nose against his. “Must be all that smoke.”

He grins, his fingers tracing lazy circles at your waist. “Nah… it’s just you, baby.”

The way he says it, low and smooth, makes something flutter deep in your chest. You were just playing before, flirting for the fun of it, but now? Now, you can feel it. This is more than just a moment.

Jon studies you for a second, his gaze softer now, a little more serious. “What you want, Y/N?” His voice is still deep, still teasing, but there’s something genuine underneath it. Like he’s really asking.

You hold his gaze, your fingers still tangled in his curls as you whisper, “You.”

He grins, slow and satisfied, like he just won a game he was always meant to win. “Then come here, baby,” he murmurs, pulling you closer. “Let me give you what you been waiting for.”

Jon’s lips move against yours with a slow, deliberate hunger, like he’s savoring every second. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you steady on his lap as his tongue brushes against yours, deepening the kiss in a way that makes your head spin. 

His hands wander, sliding up your back, tracing along the curve of your spine. His touch is firm, possessive, but there’s a tenderness beneath it too—like he’s memorizing you, committing this moment to memory. When he pulls back, just slightly, his lips barely an inch from yours, his breath is heavy, his eyes dark with something deeper than just desire.

His lips find yours again, this time slower, deeper, his fingers gripping you tighter like he’s afraid to let go. And you melt into him, letting yourself get lost in the moment, letting yourself feel everything.

He leans back slightly, his dark eyes drinking you in, his expression smug but soft at the same time. “So you admit it,” he murmurs, tilting his head, his thumb tracing lazy circles against your hip. “You been wantin’ me too.”

You roll your eyes playfully, but you can’t hide the smirk tugging at your lips. “Maybe,” you tease, dragging your fingers down his chest, feeling the way his muscles tense beneath your touch. “What? You need me to spell it out for you?”

Jon lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Nah, baby. I just like hearin’ you say it.” His grip tightens on your hips as he pulls you even closer, making you feel just how much he’s enjoying this moment. “Say it again.”

Your breath hitches as his lips brush against your jaw, his voice like honey and smoke, smooth and intoxicating. “Say what?” you whisper, tilting your head slightly to give him more access, your pulse racing.

His grin grows against your skin as he places a slow, open-mouthed kiss against your neck, his tongue just barely teasing you. “That you want me.”

You let out a soft laugh, biting your lip as you slide your hands up to his shoulders, gripping them just enough to make him hum in satisfaction. “You’re really enjoying this, huh?”

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his expression smug. “Oh, hell yeah.” He licks his lips, his gaze dark and hungry. “But I’d enjoy it even more if you quit playin’ and told me what I already know.”

You take a deep breath, your body fully pressed against his, the heat between you undeniable. “Fine,” you murmur, dragging your fingers up the back of his neck, playing with the curls at the base of his skull. “I want you, Jon.”

The second the words leave your lips, his grip tightens, his hands sliding down to your thighs before flipping you onto the couch, pinning you beneath him. You let out a surprised gasp, but it quickly turns into a soft moan as his lips crash against yours again, this time more urgent, more possessive.

“You have no idea how long I been waitin’ to hear that,” he murmurs between kisses, his lips trailing from your mouth down to your neck, his hands roaming every inch of you.

Your head tilts back against the cushions as you breathe out, your heart pounding. “Then why the hell did you wait so long?”

Jon lets out a low laugh, his breath hot against your skin. “’Cause you play too damn much,” he teases, nipping at your collarbone. “Had to let you catch up.”

You roll your eyes, tugging at his hair just enough to make him groan. “And now?”

Jon lifts his head, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your stomach flip. He smirks, dragging his thumb over your bottom lip before leaning in so close you can feel every word as he whispers, “Now, I ain’t holdin’ back no more.”

Jon’s kiss is slow, deep, and consuming, like he’s savoring every second of finally having you in his arms. His body presses against yours, his warmth sinking into you, making it impossible to focus on anything but the way he feels—solid, strong, right. His hands explore, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist before gripping you like he’s afraid you might slip away.

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes locked onto yours, filled with something deeper than just desire. Possession. Affection. Something real. His thumb strokes your cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the heat burning between you two.

“You sure you ready for this, baby?” he murmurs, his voice husky, his breath fanning against your lips.

You swallow hard, your heart pounding, but there’s no more hesitation. The tension, the teasing– it was always leading to this. To him.

You nod, looking into his eyes with a level of certainty that surprises even you. “I’m sure,” you say, your voice soft but filled with passion. “I want this. I want you. Now.”

He groans against your lips, his hands sliding down to the waistband of your pants, undoing them with a practiced ease. Every touch sends a wave of pleasure coursing through you, making it harder to think, harder to breathe. You tug at his sweats in return, eager to get him closer, to feel all of him, and when the last barrier is gone, the world outside completely fades away. 

He doesn’t hesitate. His hands grip your hips, pulling you closer, and you can feel him, feel all of him, as he enters you. Moans fall from your lips as your walls adjust to his length, entirely consuming you as he slides in deeper. The sensation is intense, overwhelming, and it leaves you breathless as you both adjust to the fit.

You move together, the rhythm natural, fluid, as though you’ve been doing this forever. His groans match your own, every snap of his hips intensifying the connection between you. The way he touches you, the way he kisses you, it’s all so much more than physical. It’s about something deeper, something you both have been unknowingly craving for so long. There’s tenderness in every touch, urgency in every kiss, and beneath it all, there’s that deep, undeniable love that’s starting to take shape.

“God, Y/N,” Jon groans against your skin, his voice strained, as if it’s taking everything in him to keep control. "You feel so fucking good. So perfect.” He presses you closer, if that’s even possible, and you can feel him, feel every inch of his body hard against yours, as if he can’t get close enough. Each touch, each kiss, feels like an explosion of raw, unfiltered emotion, and as you move together, there’s an undeniable sense of belonging that wraps around you both like a cloak. His hands are everywhere, tracing the lines of your body, pulling you closer to him with every breath, every movement.

Your lips are caught in a feverish kiss, hungry yet tender, each one of his caresses sending waves of electricity through your body. His lips leave your mouth only to graze your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, making you tremble beneath his touch. There’s something about the way he kisses you, something intimate and all-consuming, that makes you feel like he’s not just touching your skin—he’s touching your soul.

"You feel so damn good," Jon murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. His hands slide down your back, pulling you even closer, and you can feel the heat of his body against yours, the way he's completely consumed by this moment, this connection. His lips find the soft curve of your neck again, pressing kisses there that make you tremble, and you can’t help but moan softly.

“Don’t stop,” you whimper, your voice shaky, your body vibrating with need. Every inch of you is on fire, every nerve alive with the sensations he's stirring within you. You want him, need him, and there's no turning back now.

He looks at you then, his eyes dark and filled with raw emotion. “I’m not going anywhere, Y/N,” he breathes, his lips hovering near yours. “You’re mine. I’m all in. Always have been.”

Your heart skips a beat at the sincerity in his words, at the vulnerability he’s showing you. The intensity of what’s between you both only deepens, and you can feel the truth of it, settling between you like a promise.

"I’m all in too, Jon," you breathe, your voice steady now, filled with the certainty of everything you've been feeling. "Always have been."

His lips meet yours once again, and this kiss is different. It's softer, more intimate, filled with everything you’ve both been hiding—desire, love, longing. Every part of you is connected to him now, body and soul. You move together, slow and steady, savoring every touch, every kiss, like it’s the most precious thing in the world.

You can feel him, feel the depth of his affection, his love for you, and you respond with the same intensity, giving everything you have to him. The world outside doesn’t matter anymore. It’s just the two of you, here, in this moment, and nothing could ever compare to the way he makes you feel.

“Fuck, Jon…” you moan, your head falling back. “I’m–”

“I know, baby,” he groans in the crook of your neck, “I know.”

And as you move together, your bodies becoming one, there’s a sense of completeness, a feeling that you’ve found exactly where you belong. And when you finally reach the peak of that all-consuming desire, it’s more than just physical pleasure. It’s an emotional release, a release of everything you’ve been holding back, everything you’ve been too scared to say.

When you both collapse into each other’s arms, breathless and sated, you can’t help but smile. There’s no question anymore. What you’ve shared tonight is only the beginning. This is only the start of something deeper, something real. And you know that with Jon, you’ve found exactly where you’re meant to be.

[gothamhappiness]

Behind the masks (mayor!reader x Bruce Wayne) - Part 1

Hi everyone, I got this little idea of reader becoming the new Mayor of Gotham, and as you start working with Batman, you fall for each other. This is going to be a two part story with a gender neutral reader, hope you'll enjoy <3

Warnings: no proof reading, you're a leftist (don't know if it needs to be in the warnings, but basically you just want the inhabitants of Gotham to be healthy and happy), you dislike Bruce Wayne quite a lot (you're uneasy in his presence), but you really love Batman, mentions of kissing Batman, mentions of having sex with Batman (he's a little bit submissive), a little bit of angst as you don't think you can get more than a work + sexual relationship with Batman

You were the new mayor of Gotham. 

You didn’t really believe this happened, that you got elected, that you were now at the head of this rotten city. Your whole campaign has been around cleaning Gotham from its corruption and helping the poor people. You had been treated as a leftist and you had been proud of it. You were there to help your citizens, you were ready to fight for them, you were ready to help Gotham become a good place to live in.

You knew it was going to be hard and maybe a little bit bloody. But you were determined. You felt like it was your calling and now you were elected, you were on a mission. It was your duty to save Gotham from the darkness. You knew you wouldn’t be able to do it on your own, but you trusted your people: some of them showed more than once that they were ready to fight for Gotham too. Batman and his vigilantes, as well as Jim Gordon, were the first people you thought about. You were certain everything was possible.

You would make everything possible.

During the campaign, Bruce Wayne quickly offered you some money. You refused at first, because you weren’t too sure you could trust this himbo of a man. And last time he founded a campaign, Harvey Dent turned into a villain - which you didn’t want to happen to you as well. Plus, even if Bruce Wayne was known for his charity events and for trying his best for the city, you were feeling uneasy around such a rich man. Something always seemed fake about him and you didn’t particularly want to be linked to him. 

However when the mayor in place started to find ways to destroy all the funds you got, you had to accept Bruce Wayne’s offer. You hated it but you didn't have the choice anymore. Your campaign director had been exasperated when you told him you had refused the help of Bruce Wayne. And when all your funds disappeared, he blamed you for not having taken what the richest man of the city offered. You told him you could try to accept now, but he wasn’t too sure Bruce Wayne would accept. You still decided to give it a shot.

You remembered how you came to the Wayne manor, feeling pretty awkward in such a place. You remembered how you felt so small there, because you weren’t coming from a very rich place yourself. You were from the low middle class, just enough to get an education and knowing how to talk to be listened to. 

The butler, Alfred, you believed he was called, answered the door and very politely asked you to come inside, and told you that his Master Bruce was waiting for you in his office. You thanked him before following the man through the manor. 

Alfred knocked at a door and opened it for you before announcing you to Bruce Wayne. You were feeling even more uncomfortable, but you tried to remind yourself that you were putting yourself in this position for your city, for your people.

Bruce Wayne probably noticed how tense you were as he got up to shake hands with you as he gently smiled at you. He offered you a seat. You didn’t want to do any small talk or to stay any longer than necessary so you quickly went to the subject of your visit.

“Mr. Wayne, thank you so much for accepting to receive me so quickly." you said

“It’s no problem, I understand that I could help you?” he asked you, and for a moment you wondered if he was playing dumb or if he really was

“I know I turned down your offer to fund my campaign but… I’m afraid Mr. Hill isn’t playing fair, and I can’t really refuse your money anymore, if you’re still up to help me on that front of course. I would totally understand if you changed your mind…” you told him, pushing away your shame and proud as far as possible from you

“Of course I’m still up to help you. I’m glad when my money can serve Gotham.” he replied and you relaxed

“Thank you so much for making things that easy for me.” you said as you leaned into your seat

“Very good speech you gave last night, by the way.” Bruce Wayne shot you another smile as he signed up the biggest check you ever received in your whole life

“Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Wayne.” you whispered, quite stunned by all the zeroes he added, before it started worrying you: “Should I expect you to ask me for a favor one day?” you wondered and Bruce had seemed a little bit surprised for an instant before shaking his head

“I just want Gotham cleaned. And you seem eager and ready to do so” he shrugged “I can host a gala for you by the way” he offered “Anything that could help your campaign”

“That’s very kind of you, I’ll let you know about it” you had politely replied, hoping you wouldn’t need to accept this new offer as you didn’t particularly enjoy that kind of event and you didn’t want to have to spend more time with Bruce “Brucie” Wayne. “I hope to see you at my victory speech” you smiled, trying to be polite

“I’ll be there” Bruce Wayne simply nodded and you didn’t want to enjoy how certain he seemed to be.

Certain you were going to win.

You kept politely talking to one another for a few more instants, before you softly told him you had to go. You thanked him again and he actually guided you back to the front door of the manor.

You left the manor and as you got inside your car, you had to pinch yourself to make sure that none of this was a dream. 

You were a little bit astonished by how things went. Brucie Wayne acted a lot different than usual: he didn’t flirt with you, he didn’t try to seem to be ongoing and nice. He seemed even normal for a rich guy. You had the feeling he was more than just an himbo, after all he was taking an interest in politics? But you still didn’t trust him and you hoped you wouldn’t need to see him too often. Something about him was making you feel apprehensive, like when you look at an illusion and you can’t determine what is behind it.

Truth to be told, Bruce Wayne really liked you. He really thought you could be a good mayor. Jim Gordon thought the same and they both hoped someone was finally going to be on their side to make Gotham a good place.

Bruce Wayne stayed true to his words and as you were giving your victory speech, you spotted him in the crowd with his butler. He applauded for you, and when journalists asked him if he voted for you, he quickly said that yes. You hated how it helped your popularity and how everyone was even more eager to work with you as a mayor. You still had to send him a little message to thank him for his support.

You did your best to forget about him as you quickly started to work once you got elected. You truly became an ally of Jim Gordon. You started to clean up the GCPD from any rotten apples, and you did the same among the justice of Gotham. Of course, you quickly started to get a lot of enemies. You spent sleepless nights and you were walking on a thin line: with all the people you had to fire, you were clearly understaffed. But you had to do it, and you knew it was the right path. At the same time, you were working on an education plan for the poorest neighbourhoods of Gotham. You were certain that when people would escape poverty, they wouldn't need to work as goons, and criminality would drop.

Jim still warned you about the fact that before you reached this goal, you would need more police officers, or other kinds of help… You quickly understood what he meant and the next day you publicly declared that Batman and the vigilantes working with him were allies of Gotham, that the GCPD wouldn’t attack them anymore and that the city was eager to work with them.

Bruce was watching the news and he was quite pleasantly surprised by such decisions. It would indeed make things so much easier. He was quite eager to work with you.

After that, Jim offered to organise a meeting with Batman in the flesh so the three of you could agree on the better plan for cleaning up Gotham. 

You didn’t hesitate. You had always believed Batman was a light in Gotham. Of course, you weren’t always in agreement with how he acted, but you also knew that without him, the City would have gone even crazier.

You were a little bit stressed out before meeting the Dark Knight. You weren’t too sure how to act around him. But once he appeared in front of you, you relaxed. You felt safe and talking with him felt natural.

It was strange how Batman and you instantly enjoyed each other. You easily understood each other, and you were seeing Gotham and its corruption the same way. You often had meetings with him, sometimes even without Jim. When it was happening, it was almost looking like a working date.

Or just a date.

You didn’t want to admit it but Batman was attractive: he was a big and powerful man, he was a genius too. More than once, when it was just the two of you, he cracked some pretty cynical jokes that never failed to make you laugh. 

He also gave you a device to call him or the other vigilantes in case you would be in danger. You were becoming a target, and you were grateful a man like Batman was looking after you, or you knew you would get killed pretty soon. But, few months after your election, you still haven't needed to call for him because whenever something was going on in the city, he was sending one of the people working with him to you, so they could protect you.

You were quite friendly with all the vigilantes of Gotham and they seemed to like you quite a lot as well. It was a nice change for them that someone was so openly thankful for their work and to be offered food and water whenever they arrived to look after you. You even bandaged Robin one night he showed up injured but with the clear determination to protect you. You had argued with the kid for a while before he let you check on him. Batman personally thanked you for that the night after and you shrugged it off

“You look after me, I look after you all, it seems like a fair deal to me”

The first night you kissed Batman, you got worried it would make things awkward between the two of you. You didn’t know why you acted on your fantasy, but you didn’t regret it, as the man quickly answered the kiss. He sat you on your desk and cupped your face. You smiled against his lips: you clearly weren’t the only one who had wanted this.

The first time you had sex, Batman went down on you. You had been a little bit surprised that the Dark Knight was actually a little bit submissive, but you enjoyed to hold onto the pointed ears of his mask to ride his mouth. He had left you satisfied like you had never been before. Was the man really skilled no matter what he was doing? You wouldn’t complain about it.

You adored Batman, and you enjoyed working with him and having this physical relationship with him, but you didn’t really hope for anything more. You were already happy with that, even if a little voice inside your head told you that you could have so much more. You could become his partner, you could start a romantic relationship too. And you would have been the happiest person on Earth, because he was truly illuminating your nights and helping you go through all the mess Gotham could be.

But he was a masked man and you didn’t really think he would want more or to put his secret identity at risk. You were aware that something changed though, because the other vigilantes seemed a lot more careful when it was about you. After all, they knew their mentor and father was in love with you.

You were taking a break from work, reading a newspaper talking about the fact that Bruce Wayne hadn’t been seen with any girls or boys lately. Actually, it appeared that Brucie wasn’t flirting or hitting on anyone at galas. Everyone was wondering if he wasn’t secretly seeing someone but so far the paparazzi hadn’t found anything.

“I didn’t know you cared about Bruce Wayne?” a voice asked from behind you and you jumped before groaning as you realised that Batman had appeared out of nowhere

“Bat” you gave him a warning look “We talked about it” you reminded him as you turned your seat to face him

“Sorry, mayor” he apologised but you saw the ghost of a smile on his lips

“And no I don’t care about Bruce Wayne, but that’s all the media are talking about lately.” you replied to his question “But you know him, don’t you? Is he too in love to fuck with anyone else?” you teased

“I don’t know his sexual life” Batman sternly replied and you hummed “But you know him too, don't you?” he asked but he seemed to already know the answer

“He just gave me money for my campaign.” you shrugged

“And you didn’t try to know more about him? It’s always useful to have rich people on your side” Batman tried and you were wondering what was happening with Batman

“No. He feels too… unreal and that scares me off.” you finally said

“Unreal?” Batman seemed genuinely surprised

“I mean you feel unreal sometimes too, but you feel fuller too. I’m uneasy around Bruce Wayne because… well I don’t know, it’s like a perfect mask and because he’s super hot, no one tries to find out what’s really behind all of it. I guess you’re also wearing a mask, but you’ve got a real personality” you tried to explain “Anyways, we’re not here to…”

“You’re smart” Batman cut you off and you arched an eyebrow at that “But you never wonder what's behind the masks?” he asked again and you were really curious about where this conversation was leading

“I don’t want to be near Bruce Wayne. And as for you… I don’t know. We’re working well together, the sex is good too. I guess I’m always afraid to ask for too much, because I don’t want things to get ruined between us because I’ve been too greedy” you sincerely replied

“Would you do me a favor?” he suddenly asked and you nodded “Bruce Wayne is going to invite you to one of his galas and I need you to go there, and I need you to talk with him. And then you’ll tell me if you’re still scared to look beneath the mask”

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Part 2

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[teencopandthesourwolf]

in the pool scene before the kanima shows up in 'abomination' stiles tells derek and erica about what happened at the garage then says “can i go now? there's someone i really need to talk to...” and derek just glares at him like DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M OKAY WITH YOU LEAVING OR TALKING TO ANYBODY OTHER THAN ME IN THIS GODFORSAKEN TOWN OR YOU KNOW THE STATE OR COUNTRY OR PLANET ESPECIALLY NOT THE GIRL YOU THINK YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH NUH UH NO WAY JOSÉ YOU ARE STAYING RIGHT FUCKING HERE WHERE I CAN KEEP MY BEADY YET SEXY ALPHA EYE ON YOU AND TEASE AND TAUNT YOU RELENTLESSLY AND ENDLESDY BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO ADMIT IT BUT I'M ADDICTED TO THE WAY IT MAKES YOU ALL HUFFY AND SQUIRLY LIKE FUCK I MAKE MYSELF SICK WITH WANT THINKING ABOUT POUNCING ON YOU AND MAKING YOU MINE WITH MY MOUTH AND CLAIMING YOU WITH THE MATING BITE BECAUSE JESUS YOU SMELL BEYOND DELICIOUS AND LOOK SO UNFAIRLY GOOD WITH YOUR PALE CHEEKS PINKING UP AND YOUR LIFE-RUINING MOUTH GETTING ALL POUTY AND REDDER THAN USUAL THEN I START THINKING ABOUT HOW WE'RE BOTH SASSY AND SARCASTIC ENOUGH TO KIND OF CANCEL EACH OTHER OUT AND IF WE HUNG OUT WHO KNOWS WE MIGHT ACTUALLY HAVE SOME FUN IT'S JUST THAT I NEED A MINUTE TO GET MY SHIT TOGETHER BECAUSE I'VE GOT TO PROTECT THIS STUPID LEGACY TOWN OF MINE AND I'VE THESE DAMNED WAYWARD BETAS TO WRANGLE AND DEADLY CREATURES WITH PARALYTIC VENOM TO KILL AND NOW I'M THINKING ABOUT THIS SHIT I HAVEN'T HAD A CHANCE TO GET A NEW THERAPIST SO I CAN DEAL WITH THE TRAUMA OF MY INSANE UNCLE COMING OUT OF A COMA AND MURDERING MY SISTER AND THEN THERE'S THE WHOLE HAVEN'T HAD A DECENT NIGHT'S SLEEP IN SIX MONTHS AND THE STRESS OF ME HAVING HOLES IN LITERALLY ALL OF MY SOCKS BECAUSE WHO HAS THE TIME TO SHOP AND I STILL HAVEN'T WATCHED THE FINAL SEASON OF THE WIRE SEEING AS I DON'T HAVE A HOME ANYMORE LET ALONE A TV SET AND I'M HONESTLY A LITTLE SCARED THAT IF I STOP FOR EVEN A SECOND I'LL CRUMBLE WHEN I REALISE I'M CLINICALLY DEPRESSED SO I HAVE TO SUCK IT UP AND KEEP ACTING LIKE A MANIAC FOR A LITTLE WHILE LONGER TILL THIS CLUSTERFUCK CALMS DOWN A BIT AND THEN MAYBE JUST MAYBE I CAN TAKE A BREATH BEFORE CROWDING INTO YOU AND BACKING YOU UP AGAINST A WALL ONLY SANS THE THREAT OF ME RIPPING YOUR THROAT OUT WITH MY TEETH THIS TIME BECAUSE I KNOW I CAN PUT THEM TO BETTER USE HAVING THEM RIP OFF ALL YOUR CLOTHES INSTEAD WHICH WOULD DEFINITELY BE PRECURSED WITH A SLOPPY MAKE OUT SESSION BECAUSE I'M DYING TO LICK YOUR FACE FROM YOUR CHIN TO YOUR HAIRLINE AND GNAW ON YOUR SINFULLY PRETTY NECK AND I KNOW YOU'D BE INTO IT TOO BECAUSE YOU REEK OF DESIRE LIKE 24/7 WHENEVER I'M AROUND AND AS MUCH AS YOU PUSH ALL OF MY BUTTONS YOU'VE ALSO GOTTEN UNDER MY SKIN AND DAMMIT I LIKE BEING AROUND YOU AND YOU MIGHT EVEN LIKE BEING AROUND ME GIVEN HALF A CHANCE I SWEAR I'M USUALLY A FAIRLY CHILL GUY WHO ENJOYS SUNSETS AND LONG WALKS ON THE BEACH JUST AS MUCH AS DRIVING AT 120MPH JACKED UP ON WOLFSBANE LACED VODKA FOR REAL AND HEY PERHAPS THIS IS A LITTLE FAST BUT FUCK IT I GENUINELY THINK WE'D MAKE REALLY CUTE PUPS TOGETHER—or maybe it's just me who spotted that?

[itsdappleagain]

Hello. I want to introduce an interesting concept that I read about recently called "casteism." It defines the systemic hierarchies in places like the United States. It's going to take race and racism out of the picture for a second. Let's take the US as an example, since I live there.

In America, the dominant caste- those with the most historical legal and societal privilege- are white people. If we want to go further into that, we can define castes in other areas as well, such as gender or sexuality. For example, a heterosexual white man is the most privileged and represented in the United States (always has been able to vote marry, own property, not be considered property, etc.), whereas a queer Black woman is among the least privileged and represented. These hierarchies were instituted a couple hundred years ago with the institution of slavery in the USA, and its our job in the modern age to recognize where the biases we grow up with come from and how we can overcome them.

I don't know if or not you're American, but Tumblr has a huge amount of USAmericans on it and a lot of the shows discussed in this post are American, so lets say it applies.

So, consider this. Was the only representation for white men in media as an insulting caricature of a criminal, thug, idiot, or submissive caretaker to someone "more important?" If you call the cops on a white man for taking a walk in his own neighborhood, does he get shot for it? Did white men used to only be allowed into the country as property? The answer is no, because white men are in the dominant caste in America, and always have been.

So, you were raised in this caste system where white people have always been considered to be above other races, or are influenced by it. There exists messaging and systemic issues everywhere in the US that drill that system into our heads from a young age. Cops and judges are more likely to arrest and convict Black youths for the same crimes that a white kid is given a slap on the wrist for- especially if they are less well off and unable to afford a good lawyer, as is often the case. The convicted person is then behind on education, unable to get a job beyond minimum wage positions, and the cycle of poverty continues.

This does not, and let me really emphasize this to you, occur with white people.

So, let's cycle back around. You said:

"while the comic is about people discriminating against shows with a female lead by focusing on the white guy, the comic implies the show is already discriminative."

So the show is "discriminating" against the white guy by...not having a white guy as the focus?? Help me understand what you're saying here, seriously. If writers and showrunners are able to win the fight to put a non-white woman in the leading role of a show, a role that is just handed to white men and has been for hundreds of years, that's discriminating against the hypothetical white guy by not being about him?

"If somebody is racist towards a white guy, that's fine, because a specific few that aren't even alive anymore were bad people? Well then we can also justify racism against black people, as there have been a handful that've killed and stolen."

How and why do you think that's what racism is??? You think racism happens because someone in their entire race was a bad person at some point??? The issue in the United States is that it used to be legal to OWN SLAVES, and after slavery was abolished (except in prisons) there were still systemic injustices. I could go on for hours on this subject, but I won't right now.

So, okay, let's wrap back around to "That's the exact same attitude biphobes and aphobes have, claiming there's no discrimination against bisexual people or asexual people."

Hi. I'm asexual. No it's not. Your argument for making something not be about the white guy is actually akin to "straight pride." Heterosexuals are part of the dominant caste. Bisexuals and asexuals are not. Discrimination exists because they are different from the dominant caste (straight), just like discrimination existing towards non-white people because they are different from the dominant caste (white), or discrimination existing towards women, intersex, genderqueer, trans, or nonbinary people because they are different from the dominant caste (cis male).

In conclusion, members of the dominant caste who are not and have never been systemically discriminated against don't experience discrimination. I'm white. White people don't experience discrimination for being white. Consistently overlooking non-white, non-male, and/or queer characters in favor of a white male character is an issue in fandom spaces (and other ones, good lord. I'm thinking of the Barbie Oscars).

Others please chime and correct me if anything in this response is wrong concerning systemic racism and everything. I read about a lot of this recently in a book called Caste by Isabel Wilkerson, and I recommend it if you want to read more on America's caste system and how Nazi Germany referenced it when drafting the Nuremberg Laws.

If you comment something stupid and/or unnecessary on this I will reply with critical thinking questions.

[wlwsoccerfics]

Caught by Surprise(VicPelovaXCatleyReader)

A/N: this Is just my own experience with it. Can look different for someone else.

Warnings: seizures(epilepsy)

Summary: after being seizure free for years they are back & your girlfriend is really concerned.

You are on the trainings pitch with your team. That included your girlfriend Vic. You were doing drills.

It was no secret that you enjoyed drills and that you were competitive. So when you stopped in the middle of the dribbling challenge everyone was confused & some even concerend. You were smacking your lips together repeatingly. Your sister Steph was the first one to react. Running over to you. Just holding you in place. Which raised even more confusion. All of sudden your girlfriend was by your side as well. It took around a Minute before you looked at Steph and then at Vic.

"you okay Babe?" Vic asked. Steph rubbed your back gently.

"y-yeah!" You answered.

"what happened?" Katie asked.

"seizure." You admitted.

"she used to have them when she was younger!but they stopped around 6 years ago." Your sister explained.

"i was diagnosed with epilepsy when i was 8 years old." You told them.

"why didn't you tell anyone on the Team?" Lia wanted to know.

"cause i don't have them anymore! The seizures i mean! I didn't want to anyone to think i was broken!" You explained.

"we don't think you are broken. we just want to know what to do in case something happens!" Caitlin told you.

"okay let's give y/n a few minutes to rest. We can talk about this later! Vic if you want to go inside with her feel free to do so!" Renée told your girlfriend.

"yes. Babe let's get inside and sit down for a bit. Maybe have something to eat!" Vic answered.

"i am fine really." You replied but still went inside with her.

You sat in the Lunch break room with her. In fact you sat in her lap. Cuddled up to her while sipping on a bottle of water.

"are you sure you are okay?" your girlfriend asked you, holding you close. You smiled at her.

"i am. It's a weird feeling afterwards, that i almost forgot about cause it has been such a long time!" You admitted.

"is there anything i can do when this happens again?" Vic asked. You played with her fingers gently.

"Just what Steph did. Hold me and be there for me when it's this kind of seizure." You explained. Telling her about different kind of seizures and what to do If one of them is ever gonna show up.

"that sounds scary, not gonna lie! But i will always be there for you. Because i love you so very much!" She told you. You pecked her lips.

"Love you too Babe!" You replied. "Thank you for caring so much! I will have a talk with my doctor about it just in case and i would like if you would come with me." You let her know.

"whenever you need me i will be there! Always and forever!" Vic whispered out, holding you close.

[enhaflixer]

How are jay's parents with jane? Also I don't remeber so can you pls tell what the reader and jay's jobs are and how did they handle ir during or after the pregnancy?

Exclusive Interview with Park Jongseong & His Wife on Parenthood, Careers, and a Certain Marriage Law

—A follow-up interview featuring Park Jongseong, his wife, and a deep dive into parenthood, their careers, and how they managed it all.

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Q1: How are Jay’s parents with Jane?

(Jay leans back against his chair, arms crossed, while you shake your head, a fond smile tugging at your lips.)

You: “They’re obsessed with her.”

Jay: grinning “I don’t even think I exist to them anymore. It’s just Jane now.”

You: “The way your mom acts, you’d think she gave birth to her herself.”

Jay: laughing “She sends daily letters asking what Jane did that day, like she’s waiting for some groundbreaking development.”

You: mocking “‘Did she say a new word? Did she show signs of advanced magic?’”

Jay: “And my dad—he literally used to strike fear into people’s hearts, and now he’s out here having tea parties with a toddler.”

You: “Oh, and let’s not forget when Jane made her stuffed dragon breathe actual fire.”

Jay: grinning “My dad looked at her like she had just invented magic itself.”

You: laughing “Meanwhile, I’m in the background putting out actual flames.”

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Q2: What do you both do for work?

Jay: “I work in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, handling business regulations and legal disputes.”

You: grinning “He basically tells rich, entitled wizards that they aren’t above the law.”

Jay: smirking “And that’s fun for me.”

You: mocking “You mean you like arguing.”

Jay: “I like winning.”

You: rolling your eyes “Anyway, I work in the Muggle Liaison Office, helping integrate Muggle-borns into the wizarding world and making sure the magical community doesn’t accidentally expose itself to Muggles.”

Jay: teasing “You used to work at Flourish and Blotts too.”

You: groaning “That was years ago.”

Jay: grinning “Yeah, and I still remember picking you up from there.”

You: mock-glaring “That was one time.”

Jay: leaning forward “One very important time.”

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Q3: Wait, wait. What happened? He picked you up from Flourish and Blotts?

(You exhale, shaking your head as Jay watches you, amusement flickering in his eyes.)

You: “It was early on, right after the law was implemented. I was still trying to keep things… normal. I picked up a few shifts at Flourish and Blotts, just to clear my mind.”

Jay: softly “You needed the distraction.”

You: nods “Yeah. But one evening, my shift ran late, and I was exhausted. I was bracing myself to go home alone, but then—” glances at Jay

Jay: smirking “Then you stepped outside, and I was leaning against a lamp post, waiting.”

You: grinning “He acted all cool and casual, but I saw the way you were checking your watch.”

Jay: chuckles “Okay, fine. Maybe I was a little impatient.”

You: “You didn’t even say anything at first. Just took my bag off my shoulder and held my hand.”

Jay: softly “You looked like you needed someone to do that.”

You: heart squeezing “I think that was the first time I let myself really… lean into you.”

Jay: “I remember. You sighed—like you’d been holding your breath for weeks—and just rested your head against my shoulder.”

You: whispering “And I let you take me home.”

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Q4: How did you handle your jobs during and after pregnancy?

Jay: laughing “Handle? I didn’t let her work.”

You: glaring “That is not true—”

Jay: “You were heavily pregnant and still trying to handle Muggle-Wizard disputes.”

You: scoffing “Because it was my job.”

Jay: “And it was my job to make sure you didn’t keel over from exhaustion.”

You: muttering “You banned me from going into the field.”

Jay: mock-serious “I did. And I would do it again.”

You: “The Ministry had to force me to take maternity leave.”

Jay: “Because I stormed into their offices and demanded it.”

You: smirking “That was kinda hot, though.”

Jay: grinning “I know.”

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Q5: First day back at work after having Jane—how was it?

Jay: groaning “Horrible.”

You: teasing “For you?”

Jay: flatly “For both of us.”

You: “I think I lasted… four hours before I started panicking?”

Jay: “Yeah. And I sent you an owl every two hours.”

You: “Until I had to tell him, ‘Babe, I’m literally coming home in five hours. Please relax.’”

Jay: grumbling “You were gone too long.”

You: softly “You missed me?”

Jay: mock-glaring “Obviously.”

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Q6: If you could say one thing to the Ministry about the Marriage Law now, what would it be?

(Jay exhales, tilting his head back, before looking at you.)

Jay: “You wanna go first?”

You: laughs “Sure.” clears throat “Screw you.”

Jay: grinning “That’s it?”

You: shrugging “That’s all they deserve.”

Jay: hums “I was gonna say something more professional.”

You: raising a brow “Oh?”

Jay: deadpan “You’re all corrupt, incompetent, and if you ever try something like this again, I will personally take your entire department down.”

You: grinning “That’s professional?”

Jay: mock-thoughtful “It’s diplomatic.”

You: laughing “But… despite all that…”

Jay: nods “Despite all that.”

You: softly “We wouldn’t change us.”

Jay: “Not for anything.”

-

And there you have it—proof that even a government-mandated marriage couldn’t stop love from finding its way in.

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[butmakeitgayblog]

MBFW First Kiss snippet for Clexaweek

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The dorm bed they share is barely big enough for one, nestled tight against the wall and tucked under a single poorly hung shelf that Lexa can't seem to stop knocking her head against every time she goes to leave. 

It's a dilemma they both take as a sign that she really just… shouldn't do that anymore. 

"This is so fucking stupid, I don't even need to know this."

The groaned complaint makes her smile.

"According to the requirements of your degree, you do actually."

"Don't sass me. Who made up those requirements? Hm? Who?"

Marking her place on the page with a tiny dot of lime green highlighter, Lexa turns her gaze to the petulant frown staring at her from roughly fifteen inches away.

She eyes the way Clarke has dramatically collapsed against the evil calculus textbook in question, cheek smooshed against the pages and arms flung out above her head to dangle off the foot of the bed.

Lexa's heart trips over itself.

She finds that's been happening more and more in the recent weeks since this friendship had blossomed and subsequently taken over every facet of her life. Since this girl came crashing in out of nowhere; as if plucked from the very stars and sent right to her, to become the source of every one of Lexa's smiles.

Since she'd blazed into existence, and lit up the world with a brightness that somehow outdid the sun.

It's a feeling that's becoming harder to shake off.

"Clarke, we've been studying for… fifteen minutes," Lexa laughs after reaching over and lifting the dead weight of Clarke's wrist enough to check her watch. "Have you even gotten past the first page of the chapter?"

Clarke's head twists to bury her face further into the crease of the spine of her splayed open textbook as she answers a muffled, "No."

Pinching her lips together to smother yet another smile that threatens to double in size, Lexa clears her throat and pointedly readjusts to get more comfortable and resume her own assigned reading. 

She's barely gotten her train of thought back into the flow of Chaucer's affinity for iambic pentameter when the sound of rustling papers breaks the silence, and the overwhelming feeling of a certain pair of eyes boring into the side of her head steals her concentration.

It's feeling she's been getting quite familiar with as of late.

Lexa bites the inside of her cheek.

"You're staring."

Clarke flips onto her back and makes a show of getting comfortable.

When Lexa chances a glance at the eyes still watching her, Clarke doesn't look away.

"So?"

“So," Lexa draws out in half-hearted huff that does nothing to curb the heat rising to her cheeks. "It's distracting.”

Clarke's head lulls toward Lexa.

“Well… You're distracting,” she murmurs, lashes hanging low and eyes soft enough to make Lexa ache.

Lexa bites her lips and tries in vain to tame the wild burst of butterflies that take flight in the softest parts of her belly, willing them to behave themselves for once when she's around this girl.

She shuffles onto her side, careful not to dislodge the other occupant crammed into the postage stamp sized mattress, and rests her head on her palm. Forced to lounge half leaning over the pretty face of her friend splayed in a halo of fanned out blonde hair, the new position gives Lexa the most wonderful kind of vantage point.

“You're the one who's distracting. I'm not doing anything, I'm just studying,” she says through a poorly concealed smile. “How could I possibly be the distracting one?”

Clarke sighs and gives a grave shake of her head.

“You're always distracting.”

It's said so drearily, Lexa has no choice but to laugh and shift closer.

“Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"And what about me is so distracting?”

Clarke's face somehow grows softer. More quiet in its calm. Notes of nervous twitching along the corners of the lazy grin of her mouth as she lays there, face so close Lexa can see every flit of emotion that washes over her.

"Your nose," she finally says, seeming to delight in Lexa's surprised scoff.

"My nose?"

"Mhm. You have this little bump. Right," Clarke hums as she reaches up and traces along the bridge with a delicate fingertip, "here... I like it."

Lexa wills herself to keep still as her eyes fall closed in a slow blink. The tickling touch feels electric against her skin, long after its fallen away. It curls across the heated peaks of her ears and down her spine, to land in a syrupy warm pool in her belly.

Something brave and foolish and distinctly helium-based takes up residence in Lexa's chest as she reaches out as well, and drifts her own fingertip along Clarke's chin.

"I like your chin."

Clarke tuts. "That's ridiculous."

"I'm kind of obsessed with your chin," Lexa argues right back without thinking, feeling her stomach tighten with embarrassment at the way Clarke's teeth clamp around her bottom lip.

She drops her hand back to the bed.

Blue eyes sparkle in the low afternoon sunlight the spills through the dorm's only window as they trace every curve and line of Lexa's face in the silence.

"I like your cheekbones," Clarke finally says in a soft, shy murmur.

She seems to hesitate for a moment before leaning up, dusting a kiss to the high apple of Lexa's cheek, and then the other.

Every muscle of Lexa's body sings with a joyful riot of nerves and a deadly feeling of hope. Not knowing exactly what any of this means... but unwilling to stop.

She adjusts again, closer, shifting herself to lay more snug along the length of Clarke's side.

"I like your beauty mark," she forces out on what little oxygen her lungs will allow her.

She swallows against the dryness of her throat and she traces the mark with her fingertip. More terrified than she's ever felt in her life, she leans and presses a lingering kiss to the dot above Clarke's lip.

Lexa's heart pounds and the butterflies in her belly continue their flight as she pulls back slowly. The edges of Clarke's pupils have pressed out in deep inky pools, leaving nothing but the thinnest halo of blue. Her smile is quiet, softened in a flutter of lashes and panting breath, and it's place is this look.

This look that Lexa can't place, too scared to give it a name, as it hits her like a silk-tipped arrow.

But in the thrill of the moment, oh, how that look sets her skin on fire.

She can't help but return Clarke's smile with a weak one of her own, and feels a hand slip against her cheek; a palm cupping her jaw.

A thumb brushing a lazy strokes over the corner of her mouth.

"I like the one you have here too," Clarke whispers, sweeping over and over the spot again.

Time stands still, surely the very earth halting on its axis, as they stare and stare and dangle breathlessly on this precipice that Lexa feels she's been running toward since this woman crashed into existence.

And what a wonderful existence it is when Clarke's gaze flits between Lexa's own, and the path of her thumb blazing over the bow of her lip.

Clarke holds Lexa steady through her trembling as she leans up and replaces her thumb with a soft brush of her lips, and Lexa… Lexa feels like she's floating.

Her smile stretches so wide she knows she must look every bit a fool, lightheaded and giddy in the euphoria of this moment and this girl as her heart beats out the rhythm of a hummingbird's wing.

It's pure instinct that has her swaying into the touch, to let her eyes and lips fall closed around the supple give of Clarke's bottom lip. She sighs against Clarke's mouth, so enamored with the feel that in years to come she would never quite be able to say if they stay there, connected, for hours or mere seconds.

All she knows with absolute certain is that when Clarke inches away, it's entirely too soon.

Where Lexa feels as though her lungs have collapsed ��� have given up on any semblance of functioning — Clarke settles back against the bed in a rush of breath, her face flaming a particularly lovely shade of pink. Her chest rises and falls so fast Lexa wonders how her friend isn't equally as dizzy. Wonders if Clarke feels just as spun out as she does.

Nails scratch soothingly against Lexa's arm where Clarke still holds her, tangled into each other and keeping her close.

"You're shaking."

Lexa tucks back a curl of blonde hair behind a very likeable ear, feeling so many emotions in the rush of this insanity, helpless to stop the way she mirrors Clarke's smile.

"So are you…"

Lips a few shades redder than they were a few minutes before slide into a Cheshire grin.

"Well, I have an insanely beautiful girl sorta laying on top of me," Clarke says as she slips her arm around Lexa's waist and pulls her more firmly against her. "I kind of think that's to be expected..."

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[hideyseek]

episode 37. i'm ?????? okay. a rundown of events: guo changcheng walks around a busted-up city street using his new powers to give himself a big headache. and also so he can lie in lao chu's arms for a while. zhu hong magically revives the fancy yashou tribes' dead stick and resolves like five million years of intra-tribe conflict, hashtag girlboss. shen wei's violent tendencies are quelled by the lord regent's display of devotion to civic responsibility. lin jing has a romantic tragedy moment inside of ye zun's digestive tract when he discovers the undigested ring that he gave his situationship when they last met (and also her undigested guitar. and also her undigested guitar case.)

other redeeming elements of this episode: shen wei coughs up blood and we get to look at that close up! zhu hong punches people. we get to see da qing climb a tree and also say "miaow" in shock. there's extremely beautiful close-up of not-quite-unconscious shen wei's face right at the end.

anyway all that to say, the closer we get to episode 40 the more confused i get about what could possibly fucking happen that merits so much "alternate universe - everybody lives / nobody dies" fic

[licorishh]

no way she's alive ?? yea those mental health breaks because social media makes people suck are wild huh

[lyxchen]

She was only in 3 episodes but Ji-yeong really made such an impact for me. She is such an interesting and tragic character. Like we meet her and she is so casual and unbothered by the games where every round she could literally die. And she makes fun of the religios man and tells him that he can pray as much as he wants but he still did what he did and then we learn about her father and then it makes sense. And she asks about Sae-byeok and her family and she suggests telling each other their story because one of them is gonna die anyways but she keeps forgetting about that fact. And then she tells her story and we find out she got abused and was in prison for killing her father but can we really blame her? And she just got out of prison and I feel like she needed this. Telling somebody her story, what happened to her. She suggests they tell each other the things they could never tell anybody else and asks specific questions on purpose, like if Sae-byeok has ever seen a dead body because she knows in return she is going to be asked that same question and she listens and then she tells her own story. And then she loses on purpose for Sae-byeok. And at first she's like "come on let me have my cool moment here" but it's not cool because she's about to die and then in the end she finally shows her emotions and gets sad and says she has nothing to live for, no goals for what she's gonna do if she wins. Sae-byeok was probably the first person she got closer to in a long time and so she dies so that Sae-byeok can go on and I just think for such a small role that was only present in one third of one season making such a big impact is incredible writing and incredible acting too

[haich-slash-cee]

The exception (for me) is if the character is coming back to life. That's pretty whumpy.

And specifically, I think the best audience experience is when (during the initial read/watch) we can tell that the character may die but is very probably coming back to life. (I mean maybe a re-read/watch with new info could net some new whumperflies, but idk.)

Anyway, if I am reading or watching a story and I have to assume a character death is an actual character death... :( Well this is just sad, cancel the whumperflies (as people have said in the notes).

Examples:

Actual death is appropriate for the genre, tone, setting: the story has a realistic setting where dead characters stay dead; or the story is just very grim; or it is one of those horror stories where everyone really could just die including the main character.

Or the story is a one-shot, limited narrative - a standalone movie or book or story or even a short story. (You don't know what those short stories are going to pull. True wildcards. Maybe the story ends with the main narrator about to be eaten by giant snails.)

Or, the character dying is a side character: I could assume that's permanent in the narrative. (Again, wildcard, who knows what fates await side characters, sorry red shirts (tangental fun link)).

I should say, separately - while an actual character death may not be so fun and whumpy anymore (for me), it may have turned into Pathos and Catharsis instead. And I enjoy a good cry. We're on an adjacent narrative payoff, I can still appreciate it. It's like ordering fish soup and ending up with roast shrimp and I enjoy eating roast shrimp too.

But - what if the narrative, genre, format, etc makes it probable that this is a case of the character coming back to life?

Examples:

Format/meta: This is a TV show, it's mid-season, and the main character appears to die. No, we can't actually have the main character dead here - this character is coming back to life at some point.

Speculative Fiction: Listen, people sometimes come back to life in scifi or fantasy or horror. It just happens. This is one reason why spec-fic is fun. (*note: the side character death wildcard rule could still apply.)

Cape comics (Marvel, DC, superhero comics) where a franchise character has died: HAHAHA just wait a few floppies. (Unless it's one of those one-shot limited series which are a bit grim. In which case, this character may actually be dead, sorry.)

A book that is not only speculative fiction, but really going out of its way in the narrative to show that the character will probably be coming back to life: ie, we (the audience) are being actively told by that the space astronauts are racing to deliver the Dragon's Heart Crystal (which brings even the dead to life) to the main warlock character, who is dying, because this character sacrificed themselves to stop a wicked undead-plantation-owner-ghost from destroying Savanna, GA and all the residents in the city.

Also there are two more books in that series and the main warlock character's name is in each title.

With those frameworks above... Time for me to sit back and see what kind of not-death the narrative is going to pull off. Primed and ready. Read for some whump or hurt/comfort, even. Maybe the death and revival are going to be especially wretched and painful for my favorite main character >;) Perhaps other character will be very worried and there will be feelings and emotions >:D And characters will take care of each other and things will be vulnerable hohoho >:)

Don’t know if this is an unpopular opinion or whatever but if the whump leads to death then it isn’t whump anymore

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

lore and tidbits from the re-animated series:

an alien's glove can only work when worn on the left hand

there's a debate class at seabrook high and bree is generally feared when it comes to the debates

zed and addison watch a show called dragon's landing together

christmas/x-mas is called z-mas

seabrook has their own version of dancing with the stars called dancing with the shrimps

addison is only a level-one alien student

everyone at seabrook high ships wyliza and has been secretly rooting for them to get back together

there's a zombies-ified version of jingle bells

zed thinks that nachos are the best food (so they're most likely his favorite food cause they've been mentioned A LOT)

the werewolves refer to december as meat-cember

pacey (or bucky's lackey) is seabrook high's hall monitor and he takes it very seriously because it's the only thing he has for himself

zed's contact picture in addison's phone is a picture of him making a heart with his fingers

there's an alien nutrition cube-only vending machine in the cafeteria

bartleby has been employee-of-the-month at the curse shop 10 times

zed is usually the planner of events such as parties and dances

coach runs seabrook high's information technology (IT) department but only because he agreed during his 'year of saying "yes"'

principal lee is a cat lady

bree's grammykins has a recipe for punch

instead of santa claus, seabrook has santler claws

^and instead of giving coal to bad kids, he slashes the bad children's gifts and rather than children leaving out milk and cookies, they leave out hot sauce

^speaking of hot sauce, there's a brand by the name of henry heathead's habanero hemorrhage

pre-packaged squirrel is a meal option for werewolves

zoey's favourite holiday is z-mas

willa doesn't like to wave to people and finds it unnecessary

dae can play the tambourine

willa and wynter used to try to catch santler claws as kids

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[illegiblehandwriting1]

i love you flashbacks i love you pov shifts i love you nonlinear storytelling

[jackiebloo]

Oh my god I'm so glad someone else thinks this too because I've had this theory brewing in my mind for the past few weeks and it might sound far-fetched but it would be so cool if it were true

Okay so I know a lot of people think the gabriel arc won't be explored anymore but I don't think this is true. We've had 5 seasons teaching us that making any wish using the 2 miraculous would have DISASTROUS consequences and gabriel does it and it's?? all okay? Were Master Fu and Tikki mistaken? I don't think so

The end of Re-Creation gives very faux-idyllic, not-really-a-utopia vibes, with the sparkling everything and the slightly off music. Someone else pointed out that the music playing in the background of the Adrientte kiss was also in minor key. Something feels very off. In the opening theme of Season 6, gabriel being hawkmoth is a dominant image. This plays every episode. Why would he be a part of the opening if he wasn't still important? If the arc had really been resolved?

In the London Special, Nathalie says this

"But that would be lying to him".

So Adrien, the boy who has been categorically denied anatomy his whole life, now has the people closest to him, lying to him? I don't think this will go untouched. Adrien is also yet to have an outfit change, which indicates that there is more to go in regards to him recognizing the impact gabriel's abuse had on him.

Not to mention, Tsurugi is back. If Lila doesn't spill the beans about gabriel eventually, Tsurugi certainly will. There are too many people who know hawkmoth's true identity, and not all of them care to hide the truth from Adrien.

At the end of Re-Creation

Something happens to Lila that we don't see. Which brings me to my next point. The new butterfly miraculous holder has the voices of many people. But they aren't random people. One voice is distinctly Lila's. If it was going to be a blend of random voices I don't think one of them would distinctly be the voice of someone important. Ergo, the other voices probably are significant too.

But before we go further down this road, there is something else we need to talk about.

In Illustrhater, Alya says to Nino

"Unless it's an akumatized villain, we can transform and help out ourselves". Implying that a lot of stuff is going wrong, even apart from akumatized villains. Only twice before have we seen Ladybug and Cat Noir actually being needed for things other than akumatized villains. (It is implied through the show that they do other things too, but this is only the third time we are seeing it for ourselves.)

But why are they needed? Shouldn't non-magic problems be fixed by regular humans? (I know their world is way too reliant on superheroes but still.) Why do all the miraculous holders have to be on standby, ready to jump into action? Is there really so much going wrong? In Illustrhater, a seemingly sturdy bridge randomly collapses, and Rena and Carapace go into action.

Which begs the question, why is there so much going wrong in Paris?

So here, we reach the core of my theory. I propose that gabriel did not wish for what we think he wished for. We know he didn't wish for Emilie's return. But in Evolution we see he is already past purer intentions. He seems to be after something more sinister now. Perhaps he made a different wish, not a huge, drastic one -now that he knows there will be an equal price to pay- but multiple smaller changes to help further his goal. What if the cracks in the bridge are a direct side effect of the cracks forming in the facade of the utopia everyone believes they are living in? What if it is reality breaking in and seeping though the cracks of an illusion?

Now we come to possibly the most far-fetched part of my theory. A lot of people seem to think that Adrien's face is off in the new animation, me included. To me, both Marinette's and Adrien's faces feel wrong while others like Zoe's and Sabrina's look the same as before. It might simply be that Marinette and Adrien have had the most screen time combined and so we know their faces better but hear me out- what if something is slightly off with them as a result of gabriel's wish? How genius would it be to have something be wrong with the duo and pass it off as an animation change? How cool would it be if there was something else afoot and no one has realised it yet??

Finally, circling back to Lila at the end of Re-Creation- what if that, whatever happened to Lila, was gabriel's actual wish? We know that the new butterfly miraculous holder uses multiple voices but what if that's because it's many people, one of them being gabriel? (or someone who has appropriated the guise of Lila and other people? maybe gabriel? or someone else entirely?) It would explain the end of Re-Creation and why the gabriel arc has not been resolved yet.

But really, how cool would it be if they realised they were all still kind of dreaming, or kind of in a nightmare, like a fog over them to prevent them from seeing the reality of things and how bad things actually are???? UGJAJDJSJ I'M LOSING MY MIND

what if the reason the animation changed is because Gabriel is now gone and those are some of the consequences of him being the sacrifice? it’s interesting how after he’s dead everything changes, but in the intro he’s still shown as in the old animation

[fvckw4d]

The concept of queerbaiting annoys me. I was told that it refers to a work of fiction pretending to cater to a queer audience but then pulling back from it to avoid alienating homophobes, which is an incredibly specific thing. But a lot of people seem to think that it instead means "any time there's any gay subtex, metaphor, or ambiguity" or "whenever something from 1995-2012 was being a normal amount of homophobic for the era."