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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

OEPKFIDJFKKXKFUFII I GOT HIM FROM MY SSR TICKET W/O REROLLING WE’RE MEANT TO BE LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOO 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[angel-anachronism]

May I request a Mischa Bachinski x reader where the reader is subtlety flirting with him and one of the members of the choir helps him realize that he’s in love with the reader. Thanks 😊

Oooooh, that sounds very adorable! Here's your order of a Mischa Bachinski x reader one shot where (Y/N) subtly flirts with Mischa and Mischa doesn't admit to his feelings, until the choir helps him admit it! (Btw I wrote this at school on my phone so it's not the best quality of writing, but it's honest work)

Have a good day/night anon <3(and also to the person reading this :D)

(Tw: None!)

word count: 1,189 words

I won't say I'm in love (Mischa Bachinski x gn!reader fluff)

𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓪'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥

"You're very handsome today, Mischa!" I looked at (Y/N) who just complimented me while we were doing our algebra homework at the school library. I grinned at them.

"Thanks bro!" I said, making a fist out of my hand so that we can fist bump. Me and (Y/N) have been homies since I first came to Canada. They helped me with my YouTube channel, they help me feel better after my parents act like I don't exist, and they help me with my homework when I don't understand, just like right now.

As I was waiting for my fist bump, I saw (Y/N) looking sad. What is wrong? Do they not understand this exercise. But they are way smarter at me when it comes to math, especially at algebra. I can try helping them with this exercise, since its easy.

"Hey bro, do you need help?" I asked. They looked at me and then their cheeks became warmer. Are they ill? I put my hand on their forehead, and their cheeks became even more warmer, but their forehead remained cold.

"You have very smooth yet strong hands." They smirked at me.

"Oh you're not sick. That's good!" I said as I got back to writing. I heard them sigh for some reason, but when I looked at them, they were writing., with a bored expression. They are probably not feeling well. We should really go to the pharmacy after school.

We were writing some more, and helping eachother.

As we were writing, (Y/N) put a hand on my hand, and looked at me in the eyes.

"Mischa I really have to take something out of my chest...I-" "Mr/Ms/Mx (L/N), Mr Lewis wants to talk to you about the upcoming math contest." I saw a teacher come to get (Y/N), so that our math teacher, Mr Lewis, can prepare them for the contest. I saw (Y/N) have an angry expression.

"Ugh, killjoy...I'm coming!" (Y/N) muttered the first part so that no one could hear them. Before they left, they ruffled my hair and ran to the teacher. My cheeks became warmer. What is this feeling? Am I also sick?

"Mischa, I didn't think you would be here out of all places." I suddenly got out of my thoughts as someone spoke from behind me. It was the ginger from the choir, Ocean, together with Noel, Constance, the new girl...I believe Penny was her name, and Ricky.

"Why is your face that red. You look redder than Ocean's hair" Noel giggled for some reason, and Ocean started glaring at him. "OH I'M JUST...sweaty?" I laughed nervously trying to hide my face.

Ricky sat next to me and started writing in his notebook. "He's lying" was written on the paper.

"Mischa, did you see a girl...or boy...or somebody that made you blush?" Asked Constance, looking nervously at the ground.

"Ooooohhhh, the angriest boy in town has a little crush on somebody," Noel said before putting his hand to his mouth. "Wonder who is the lucky fella" He giggled like a girl.

"With who were you hanging out today? Maybe they are the reason why he's blushing." The new girl said in a quiet voice.

"Good idea, Penelope!" Said Ocean. The new girl gave an awkward laugh before saying: "My name is Penny, not Penelope..."

"Oh, I'm so sorry Penny! I keep forgetting since you're so new here!" Ocean said with sadness in her voice before looking at me and giving me a devilish smirk.

"So...Who did you hang out with, Mischa?" Asked Ocean.

"You aren't a cop! You can't ask me these stupid questions." I said as I covered my face with a book.

"C'mon, Mishka! Would you please tell me who you hung out with to little ol' me?" Noel asked as he sat next to me and put his finger on his cheeks, which created dimples, and gave me puppy eyes.

"Ok, fine! I hung out with (Y/N) since they're my homie." I responded. Both Ocean and Noel said "Ooohhh!" As they were flapping their hands. Why did they react like that?

"Seems like somebody's in love!" Laughed Constance. What are they talking about? (Y/N) is my bro, my homie, my dawg, my bestie, my everything...WHAT AM I EVEN SAYING, THEY ARE ONLY MY FRIEND.

"Pft, nah. It's not like I think of them every second." I laughed awkwardly.

"C'mon Mischa, just admit it, you like (Y/N) more than a friend," Noel said, looking bored of everything I say.

"BUT I DON'T! Like yeah, they're smart, sweet...handsome/pretty.........Oh god, I think I'm really in love!" I said in shock.

"HURRAY HE ADMITTED!" Wrote Ricky in the notebook, with a grin on his face.

"Go get 'em, champ!" Said Noel as he and Ocean pushed me out the door.

"HEY, I FORGOT MY PHONE!" I yelled as I was trying to get inside the school library, but I couldn't.

"Nuh-huh! Not until you admit your feelings for them!" Giggled Ocean together with Noel.

"BUT WHAT IF THEY DON'T ACCEPT MY LOVE?" I asked.

"They will! Didn't you see what lovey Dovey puppy dog eyes they give you every time we are at choir practice? They'll 100% accept your love!" Said Noel.

As I had nothing else to do, I decided to search for them.

(𝓨/𝓝)'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥

"Goodbye, Mr/Ms/Mx (L/N)! See you next Wednesday at the math contest!" Said Mr. Lewis and I waved back.

I was ready for the upcoming math contest, yet I'm still nervous. Not because of the math contest, but because I have to admit my feelings to Mischa at some point...

Speaking about Mischa, he came running toward me and hugged me, while flinging me through the air.

Wait, what is happening????

He put me back down, and got on one knee, and took off his cap.

"My dear (Y/N). I have finally got back to my senses, which have told me that you are the one for me. You were always there for me, through my ups and downs. When I look into your eyes, I don't see the boy I am, but the man I have to become to be with you. I'll love you for all of eternity, but only if you accept, and even if you don't accept, I'll still love you. Now, will you accept my simple declaration of love for you?" He said, holding my hand.

I was on the verge of tears, and got on my knee, and hugged him. "YES!YEYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYEYES!" I kept repeating the word "Yes" until I started crying. He hugged me back, and started crying too.

𝓞𝓬𝓮𝓪����'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥

"I was right! They really are in love with each other!" I said and smirked at Noel.

He rolled his eyes while groaning, and gave me 5 dollars. "Well played Satan,. well played!"

THE END

𝑅𝑒𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑔 >> 𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 (𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈)

[liebgotts-lovergirl]

ooooohhhh I'm super late, but if you're still doing the director's cut game, I'm obsessed with the dynamic between Joe and Alix and would take anything you have to share about the thought/writing process behind it because you do it so well 💕🕊️

Bestie, never fear! I love Ask Games (& you!!) so much that I'd probably dig up one from 3 months ago if I was asked 🤣

Thank you for the request!! 💖

As for the thoughts behind the Joelix ship, I have WAY too many so my apologies in advance for the small dissertation I just wrote!! 💀

To begin with, I noticed a fic trend awhile back of writing pairings with opposite personalities (Fire + Water-type relationships) & it got me thinking about how most stable relationships ik of are between people with similar personalities not contrasting! ("Fire On Fire" if you will🤭)

BUT they can't be TOO alike, that's the key. Like 80% is good. Because if you go full 100%, you just end up with Alix's sibling rivalry with Nix-- way too much clashing/butting heads. That's not to say they don't love each other in their own way (bc they do) but relationship-wise, it would NEVER get off the ground. 🤣

Joe loves Alix's passion + fire & she loves those same qualities about him but when they're around each other, they come from different enough circumstances + they have subtle enough differences in their personalities that they just melt into each other's arms instead of exploding into a giant dumpster fire (à la Nixon 😆).

Also something integral to the story for me was keeping Alix feminine, emotional, & capable. Too often in media we see femininity & women's expressions of emotion being portrayed as a negative traits when they aren't!! Let her cry, yell, paint her nails, pose in cute clothes, & also kill people for a living!! 👏🏼

(Also this is definitely personal bias but I just couldn't see Lieb with a tomboy lol. I did try in my first attempts at the story lol but going off the things he says in the show about his dream wife/dream life, I just couldn't see him with someone not girly lol which is why I made Alix a former pin-up model turned spy: the right balance of sexy, sweet, sassy, & smart with the curves he likes!)

Plus I'm such a sucker for the trope where the Man-Eater who could have any guy she wants just absolutely melts over this 1 dude who, incidentally, is Tough/snarky/confident around everybody else but can't keep himself from becoming a literal puppy around her 🤣😭

They're each other's biggest weakness & I love that for them 🤭

[damerondala]

Hello hello! 🍒 I will patiently wait for your sloppy toppy thots on Sexy Rexy whenever you feel like it, no rush. Your headcanons on the other 501st boys were great. My thot of the week is actually on the fluffy side, i’m in a soft romantic mood i guess. Jesse. Mr. Playboy. The cliche guy who doesn’t want to settle/commit. Until…he has one of those total meet cute moments with someone unexpected and for about 2.8 seconds he’s like wait, do i like this person? Holy shit, I think i like this person… And then he’s a goner. It’s only them and no one else. He clings to them. They own his whole heart. And yeah…ima drift off thinking about that sweetness tonight. Thanks for letting me crash on your blog with random ideas, feel free to kick me out if you ever get tired of me lol 🍒

are you kidding cherry i’ll never get tired of you!!! im also so happy you like that name lol it’s so cute this is an ADORABLE wholesome thot and im so excited to have this player finally get the meet cute he deserves!!

i do mention a liiiiittle bit of nsfw content but not anything too crazy (it’s literally like one dick joke lol). this is mostly pure fluff!! so this is the first thot that isn’t nsfw!!

jesse being a bashful dummy under the cut <3

okay so my mind immediately goes: new medic on base new medic on base new medic on base wee wooo wee wooo and jesse catches sight of you and is just fucking. FLOORED. hello?? who do we have here? our baby jesse is just fucking around with his brothers on an off time, playing some scrimmage games because i want this shit to be like top gun okay? let the clones have shirtless volleyball games  and you’re starting your new position as resident medic at the base on coruscant, your superior giving you a quick tour of the base, but mostly just showing you how to get to the medbay, he doesn’t plan on you being in the same leisure spaces as the troopers but ooooh boy is he wrong lmfao

jesse sees you from across the way and the way your hips are swaying as you walk omfg…instant boner lmao but in jesse’s mind he’s just so enamored, who is that? not entirely in a sexual way either he just sees you and wants to know what you’re about, he has to know you, know what somebody that beautiful is doing on a fucking army base. and it’s like in slow motion for him too, he sees how your face lights up in the prettiest smile he’s ever seen in response to a stupid joke your superior said and it reaches all the way up to your eyes, they crinkle just a bit around the edges and the apples of your cheeks are so big when you smile and maker they look so soft. he wants to kiss them all night long.

but his thoughts are all stopped when his shit gets ROCKED by hardcase who spiked the ball right off his head. jesse stumbles a bit, nearly falling lmfao and all the boys just start busting up, they’ve been watching jesse stare at you for the past two minutes and had enough. once the giggles die down, kix pipes in, tossing the ball between his hands, “you knoooow, she’s a new medic. she’ll probably be running the screenings today.” that’s followed with some ‘ooooohhhh’s and ‘jesse’s got a cruuuush’ and some whistling it’s cute, and jesse tries so hard to stop the blush he just knows is dusting over the tips of his ears. he smirks, lolling his head to the side and finally facing his brothers. “aww come on guys, you know that ain’t for me. I like em for a few select things” and fives is trying so. hard. not to laugh, he knows it’s total bullshit, especially from the way jesse’s eyes keep flicking back to where you were walking, hoping you were still there. and echo doesn’t even try to hide the way he rolls his eyes, also knowing jesse is full of it and also @ jesse’s low-key misogyny but i promise our boy learns. they all just witnessed their brother fall in love at first sight. 

later that afternoon, kix’s theory proves to be true. there you are in the med bay, all done up in scrubs that you hate but jesse finds oddly attractive? he’s so smitten with the cute medic it’s adorable uGh, okay anyways obviously during jesse’s routine screening you’re going to notice two things: 1. the fucking goose egg on the side of his head that isn’t already occupied with a tattoo of the GAR (which you can’t help but find hot but shhhh you wouldn't admit it) and 2. the way this trooper has an unusually fast heart rate. your questioning of these symptoms is met with a smiley and red-faced trooper who is trying his hardest to be smooth, but seems to stumble over his words quite a bit. “oh-oh i..uhhhh..was on the wrong end of a. ahem. ah-volleyball. ma’am.” Jesse feels his heart hammer when you gift him another one of those smiles he was so enamored by earlier, telling him, “ah. I see. I saw that game, you know. But I guess I wasn't lucky enough to see that.” and if your smile wasn’t enough to nearly send jesse into cardiac-fucking-arrest, you added a subtle wink to the end of your sentence. oh maker. oooooh maker, this man was gone. once he realized the feeling was mutual did he begin to really flirt his little heart out. he asked you out for dinner that night, (even though it was basically forbidden for troopers to have romantic relationships this man doesn't give a fuck lol) and was ecstatic when you agreed with wide eyes and a grin. since then, jesse never fails to sweep you off your feet. and nobody loves you more than that handsome trooper who has a bit of a staring problem. 

[littlespaceporgs]

The Clone Wars Reacts - Part 3

Alternatively, Leah misses daddy Plo, gets annoyed by droids and is thoroughly entertained by Jar Jar Binks while simultaneously simping for Padme.

TA~DA! Welcome to part 3 of the reacts series, where we cover episodes 6, 7 and 8! I won’t lie to you, I actually found episode 6 really boring, 7 was less boring and 8 was maybe a little bit funny and I lowkey enjoyed it so much. So yeah, the first two reacts are kinda boring because I was super bored, but 8 is kinda funny. As usual, major spoilers for season 1 of the clone wars.

Part 1 - Episodes 1 and 2 Part 2 - Episodes 3, 4 and 5

So, lets do thissssss!

Tags (as always, let me know if you want a tag!): @acciokenobi​ @roseofalderaan​ @catsnkooks​ @peacelandbread​ @littlevodika​ @icedcoffeeandgays​ @captainrexstan​ @likeshootingstarsinthenightsky​ @mcu-padawan​ @onabouteverything​ @fractiouskat​

Episode 6: Downfall of a Droid

Notes: since writing these, I’ve discovered that I am 100% without a doubt very much a simp for Plo Koon and it shows.

> Pre-warning, I’m writing this on paper and on the train, so there may be slightly less thots thoughts in this one

> “Suffering serious defeats by Grievous”??????? All we’ve seen for 5 episodes now is Grievous lose????????

> Yeah Anakin! You should listen to Ahsoka!

>> (you need to trust my babey)

> Where the fuck is Plo when you need him? I WANNA SEE HIM

> Maybe that image will tide me over? (we all know it wont but that’s off topic)

> Oh for fucks sake I’ve had enough of Grievous

> YEAH R2, WE ALL KNOW YOURE THE ONLY REASON ANAKIN IS ALIVE!

> “this is too easy” oooohhhhh boy, you say that now......

*Grievous ditches his ship*

> ✨ disappointed, but not surprised ✨

> THERE IT IS!!!!! “I got a bad feeling about this” - bringing the total count so far to 2

> W H A T

>> R2D2?????????????????????????

>>> EXCUSE ME WTF?!?!?!?! DID THEY JUST - R2D2 NO!

> OBI WAN HOW DARE YOU R2D2 IS NOT REPLACEABLE

>> This is one of the few times I am more annoyed with Obi-wan than I am horny for him

>>> Wait no scratch that - i just looked at his face again 💖💖💖💖

> I miss Plo already, can he come back now?

> Oh Ahsoka, you’re so cute 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

> omg Goldie???? I LOVE IT he’s kinda adorable

> ooooohhh boy R2 is going to be on that dodgy ass ship isnt he?

> hahahahahahhahahahahhahahahahahahah

>> fart humour, i love it!

> Unique items, huh

> OH SHIT THATS THE TYPE OF DROID FROM THE MANDALORIAN

>> just thinking about the mandalorian reminds me of the new armour/helmet kink i discovered I had and how much i love pedro pascal

> Goddammit R3. oh shit oh shit bad droids BAD DROIDS

> is R2 just a really good droid? or do all of them make this many mistakes???

> hahahaha ‘gramps’, Ahsoka he’s literally only 5/6 years older than you

> *GASP* Anakin, he’s not a lightswitch!

> Oh shit, R2 was on the ship!

>> HA HA I WAS RIGHT

> fuck fuck Grievous no dont take R2 bad droid

> okay, I love obi-wan but he’s being a little harsh

>> mild turn-on but ok 👀👀

> aaaawwww the little stomping when he’s excited

> Do we get to see R2 do a mad escape?

>> WE DO!

> oh no, R2 you were so close

> tracking beacon?! R3, what’re you doing?!

> sorry anakin, they definitely saw it

> R3 WHAT ARE YOU DOING? THE HYPERDRIVE TOO?

> YEAH AHSOKA, YOU SAVE ANAKIN’S BUTT

> You, know, I’m starting to wonder if R3 is doing all this deliberately??

> lowkey, I want to tally the amount of droids grievous hurts/destroys

> well, i want R2 back in the next episode, please and thank you.

Episode 7: Duel of the Droids

> Okay, all I want is for Anakin to hurry up and find R2, because I want this arc to be over

> I’m going to keep this reacts fairly short because I’m a little bit bored

> All I want is more Plo content, is that too much to ask???????

>> If you can’t tell I have a thing for Plo Koon and I officially joined the simp club for him.

> This trandoshan guy is just.... bleh 🤢

* insert gross shiver* 

> YEAH R2 YOURE DOING SO WELL! HOLY SHIT GO R2D2!!!!

> I said it in part 1, and I’ll say it again, R2′s whirring is a mood

> Okay so fucking R3 just turned R2 down, so I am definitely starting to think this is deliberate?

>> HOLY FUCK I JUST REALISED A THING! DUEL OF THE DROIDS???????? R3 VS R2??????????????????

> ANAKIN IGNORE OBI-WAN LIKE USUAL, YOU GO AND SAVE R2 OK?!

> Rex’s expression when he’s told to carry R3 is comedy gold by the way

> Oh please Captain, kindly fuck me

> FUCK YEAH AHSOKA!

> *sighs* Oh the droid humour

> I mean, it is a type of head adjustment I guess ��‍♀️

> ...

>> Did you seriously think grievous, being the slimy bastard he is, wasn’t going to kill you?????

> OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT I WAS RIGHT FUCK R3 MAN

> AHSOKA KICK GRIEVOUS’ BIN CHICKEN LOOKI- oh no she was thrown into a wall, never-mind.

> R2 YES ZAP THAT GODDAMN DROID AND SAVE ANAKIN

> oh this is awkward, I love how R2 is insulted that he got R3 hahahahahahahha

> YES AHSOKA YOURE RIGHT, HE IS A STUBBY LITTLE BACKSTABER

> okay the most interesting point of this episode is ahsoka is escaping grievous

> OH MY GOD I WAS RIGHT AGAIN?! R2 AND R3 ARE DUELLING!!!! I CAN SEE THE FUTURE OR SOME SHIT LIKE A JEDI

> THATS RIGHT BITCH R2D2 IS BETTER

> anakin looking out for R2 is the cutest shit I’ve ever seen

> ngl, i had a small degree of satisfaction when I saw R3 get smashed to bits

> “oh anakin... one day” obi-wan is a mood

> oh thank god its over, alright what’s up next?

Episode 8: Bombad Jedi

> HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH DOES THIS ONE HAVE JAR JAR IN IT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

> please tell me it has jar jar in it, then it will surely be funnier than the last 2 eps

> OH SHIT THIS EPISODE HAS PADME TOO IM SO HAPPY YAY

> oh in the white outfit too, i love this woman so much

> I’m going to put a photo hear so you can appreciate it too

> My horny bisexual senses are tingling

> HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHA IM ALREADY LAUGHING AT THE STUPID FROG

>> *for context he already fucked up once and we are 1 minute and 15 seconds into the episode

> she has a point though, C3PO does usually get into trouble

> oh boy, he sounds mad.... I’m getting a sinking feeling about this

> oh no

>> ah shit he’s gone and joined the separatists

> YOU DONT GET THE RIGHT TO CALL HER SWEET YOU TRAITOR

> I am much more entertained nonetheless by this episode

> wait so they fart insults???? it sounds like a fart and i giggled a little

> Oh and now jar jar’s trying to talk to them

> HAHAHAHAH C3 always gets shit thrown at him or shot at, whenever he’s in an episode I get a little bit happy 

> HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH ITS A FUCKING MAGNET OH C3 YOU POOR DROID

> why does he automatically jump to jar jar’s been killed oh my god so little faith like its a swamp planet???? and jar jar comes from a swamp planet????? of course he gone survive falling into water????

> buta mesa sav-ed you? i love this stupid creature oh my god hahahahaha

> HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THE JEDI CLOAK OMG

>> definitely 100% anakins, and I love the Padme has the equivalent of one of his hoodies

>>> I want one too

> ooooohhhh this is not going to go well

> oh boy

> I’m guessing this is where the bombad jedi comes from?

> DARTH JAR JAR

>> I am so sorry no its not mine, but I have no idea who’s it is

> wheresa jedi? OH MESA JEDI?

> have you guys seen zootopia? specifically where they trigger a ‘howl’ with the wolves??? Thats what I headcanon the droids are like with ‘roger roger’

> DAMN PADME THATS SOME MADASS CORE STRENGTH

>> crush me with those muscles please

> “There’s no jedi in here, wait there’s no prisoner in here!” hahahahahahahahah

> One day I’m going to have to do a little audio recording so you all know what sound I make whenever I’ve written hahahahahaha

> FUCK YEAH PADME SLAY THOSE DROIDS

> “I’m afraid the ship has been destroyed.” 

>> “Battle droids?” *shakes head*

>>> “... Jar Jar?”

>>>> “Jar Jar.”

> obviously Padme was right, she usually is

> oh boy Jar Jar is your only hope? you’re in for a shock buddy

> Padme is an excellent shot by the way

> OH MY GOD IT ATE HIM TO PROTECT HIM THATS SO SWEET

> “I think Jar Jar’s dead.” “Oh again?” goddamn it C3PO

> YEAH SLUG CREATURE THING GOOD JOB!

> ...

> excuse me????

> WHAT A FUCKING LEGEND HERE I WAS HATING ON UNCLE ANO WHEN HE IS STILL IN THE REPUBLIC

> okay he has my forgiveness now :))))))

alright, I enjoyed episode 8, 6 and 7 were a little lackluster, but I did like 8 a lot actually, more than I thought I would 

anyways, see you next time for 9, 10 and 11!! (I’m pretty sure I saw ventress and kit fisto in the title image, so be prepared for major ass thots because i am very heavily attracted to one (1) assassin and one (1) fish man)

[fox-meat]

1,4,9,10,17,20,21,22, 24,26,38,42,49,51,53,55 (a nice one),58,60,63,65,66,67,73,74,75,76

1. Are looks important in a relationship? Hmm I'm not shallow, but sort of? Like I definitely have a type, and it's mostly just like, if you don't look like a cismale Chad I'm probably into it

4. Are you in a relationship? SEVERAL....... Okay I'm currently dating two like, systems? One with one other member, and one with a lot (some I don't know) and dating people within that system! Along with also dating people in my own system haha

9. Describe your perfect mate OKAY SO my biggest like quality I need is someone who makes me laugh. I never wanted to be in a relationship where humor wasn't a thing, and luckily I've never had that problem!!

10. Do you believe in love at first sight? I do!!! T///T I'm a big, soft romantic eheheh

17. Do you like kissing in public? SOMEWHAT I don't like, like, full on making out, but little pecks are great!!

20. Do you shower every day? God no, I'm depressed, bitch. Probably 3-4 times a week if that.

21. Do you think someone has feelings for you? Hhnnnggg no. Honestly I'm like, always in the state of, I can't imagine anyone having feelings for me tbh xD

22. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? My Pred, probably lmao, he's always thinking of me cause he's a soft little cow

24. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years? OH I HOPE SOOOOOOO /)////////(\

26. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you? YES!!!! Right now, like four people have and !!!!!!!! That's incredible especially considering the shit I've been through!!

38. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to? YEEESSS,,,, some people who like, it happens a lot when I first make a friend, if they're NICE I get like "Oh no is this a crush???" vibes, but I let it die down before I act on it. There's a lot of people who I get bad vibes from at first then we CLICK.

42. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander? Oh god forever. My hands don't really wander much, I like holding faces or shoulders haha I only really "wander" if it's like, planned to go further

49. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her? I have a LOT OF PARTNERS I'll just write about the boyfriend who SENT ME THESE Okay my favorite thing??? That he's mentally ill as well, has his own issues, and still knows that mental health isn't something that gets better in a day. That there's gonna be ups and downs and he's always here for me!! He's very supportive and loyal I love him so much

51. Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for? Hhnnn there's a lot of them actually, I care about my friends a lot!!! I try to help people a lot ;;w;;

53. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are? LMAAOOOOOOOOO yeah, my bf's ex, who's a toxic little shit that blocked us and tried to say we hurt them. Then their friend who THEY kept telling us was toxic came to us, showed us everything the ex said, and we had the SAME EXACT screenshots about the FRIEND that the ex sent!!! Ridiculous.

55. Share a relationship story. Aaa a good one!!!! Okay um, I choose my first visit to see my BF in person!!! I got to borrow a car and come visit for like, almost a full week! I came during Thanksgiving, got to meet him and his family, we went out shopping and out to eat like every day, I was crying so fucking hard when I had to leave AND NOW I LIVE WITH HIM!!! After just over a year from that first visit!! We've been living together since late January of this year <3

58. What are five ways to win your heart? OH MAN okay uh -Call me by nicknames!!!! -GIVE ME GIFTS listen... I'm materialistic, but not for expensive things. Give me a cool rock. Send me a cute pet on CS. I'm a happy fox. -Tell me how much I mean to you!!! God I love the reassurance, ESPECIALLY when I'm like doubting my place in people's lives I get so self conscious aaaaa tell me I mean a lot to you and i'll MELT -Hmm I guess this is more flirty/sexual but, I love being lowkey threatened o////o like, tell me how you wanna hurt me, control me, that sort of thing -BE POSSESSIVE/CLAIM ME like,,,, holy fuck my heart's beating just THINKING OF IT. Like okay, to be clear, I'm poly, I'm gonna date other people so if you're ACTUALLY not good sharing do not do this xD But like, my partner will jokingly do this and I love it aaaa I also have friends who do it and i love iiittt~ Like just "my Lyric" AAAAAAAAAAA

60. What is the biggest age difference between you and any of your partners? Three years! That's counting body age, not like system member ages. (They're all adults though, if anything they're older than me xD)

63. What is your definition of “having sex”? H... having sex? I mean I guess it's like, anything past kissing? Like, touching and stuff I would consider "sexual activities" I guess?

65. What is your favourite foreplay routine? OOOHHHH /)///////(\ eeeheheheh, I like being kissed, kissing on my neck, nipping/biting, teasing my nipples, th-those sort of things, and like GRINDING AGAINST ME aaaaaa //////

66. What is your favourite roleplay? OOOHHHHHH I love getting my ass kicked, like beat me up, cut me up, mark me, HURT ME Also, I'm usually a bottom, but I like to fight back >:3c

67. What is your idea of the perfect date? I've said it once I'll say it again: The movies. I love going to the movies SO MUCH I love being in a dark room, seeing something cool, honestly??? If I could like go to the movies and see like 3-4 movies in a row, I'd do it. I WANT POPCORN AND A DRINK THO, candy we can sneak in LOL

73. What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you? Ooooohhhh I don't actually,,,, know! Like I just like people being nice to me!! Calling me cute nicknames, petting my head, all of that hehe

74. What’s the most superficial characteristic you look for? I don't have one, I don't think?? I'd like to have like SOME fandoms/interests the same but like???? other than that, I'm not huge like into "THEY MUST BE ATTRACTIVE" but I also might hit like the rose-colored-glasses stage cause there aren't many people in the world that aren't attractive to me?

75. What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OKAY SO okay oh my god so when my bf and I started dating we would call EVERY TIME I was driving and talk, and I loved it SO MUCH aaaa but like So every morning we would call and we had this little "heeeyyyy~" we would do every morning and like Okay so, at one point some shit was going down (with his asshole ex ruining our lives) and we broke up And after we got back together, he was like "One thing I really missed was your little heeyyyy~s every morning" AND THAT WAS SO SWEET AND SAD AND CUTE I LOVE YOU BABY

76. What’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for someone? I.................. y'know. I'm not a sweet person I don't think asldfkjsdf I mean I gush and talk up my loved ones all the time so like !!!! I don't think I do anything amazing?? Uuuhhh best I can come up with is like, teasing my bf with feeder stuff when we're out, and he gets so EMBARRASSED it's so cute though hehe

THANK YOU FOR THE QUESTIONS BABY I LOVE YOU!!!!!

[thewanderingace]

My live blogging of Outlander 5x08. Just wanted to post this. 

SPOILERS ALERT!

Watching roger teach is truly a gift. Hes intelligent and eloquent and his students are enraptured by him. I love this. Yes. Good Outlander. Good.

Last words. Oh my heart

"May history forget my name so long as my words and my deeds are remembered by those I love"

Oh my god its good to see bree and roger in 1969

Oh no it's coming isnt it.

I LOVE THIS TITLE SEQUENCE!!!!!!

Oh hey. I hate this. This is dumb. I wanna hear this. The stylized silent film stuff is neat I guess but fuck that. I wanna hear and feel it.

Jamie's hand on Roger's heart!

I AM PISSED

I AM VERY PISSED

JAMIE TOLD HIM "You're alive. You're whole. All is well" AND WE DIDNT GET TO HEAR IT SAID OUT LOUD!!!!! FUUUUUUUUCK!!!! I WANTED TO HEAR THAT SO BADLY YOU HAVE NO IDEA!!!!!

That was over too fast!!!!!!

3 months later 😡😡😡😡

I'm gonna cry cause roger looks like hes gonna cry. Rik is AMAZING at displaying Roger's fear and sadness and trauma

I'm so pissed that the flashbacks are in silent movie mode

So pissed

Love this conversation between Claire and Bree about her friend who got back from Nam and how Roger is "drowning in silence"

Ooooohhhh nice!!! A ptsd induced flashback at the feel of burlap!!

The astrolabe!! That thing totally saves roger

I love bree and John's friendship

HE SHOUTED STOP AT JEMMY!!

THEY RUINED IT!!! HIS FIRST TIME SPEAKING WAS RUINED BY HAVING HIM TOO SCARED TO TRY AND WALK AWAY BEFORE SAYING BRIANNA!!! AAARGGHHH!! THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SIGN OF HOPE FOR HIM!!!

Why wood working?

Bree has a nice voice

Oh my god hes crying oh my god hes crying oh my god!!! Roger baby!! Hes crying listening to bree sing clementine to Jemmy cause he wont ever sing it again 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Claire and jamie playing with jemmy!! So cute

THE BOAR!!!

FUCK THAT WAS BREES MOMENT

yay its ian. Blah blah blah

Oh fuck this hug between roger and ian is EVERYTHING!!! The nod, roger trying to speak but cant and AHH

Roger is fortune telling with Marsali how cute!!!

The hanged man card !? Seriously!? Twice!?

Another ptsd flashback!

Roger's crying!!

Brees speech asking him to fight for them and how she fought after trauma. Good example how people respond to trauma differently.

Roger's not at the table for dinner with everyone....

Ian is not okay

Do not give Rogers surveying job to ian. That is important to Roger's recovery dammit

Hes playing the guitar with such a sad look 😭😭

OH GOD MT HEART HES TRYING TO SING CLEMENTINE ITS ONLY IN A WHISPER AS HE THINK ABOUT THE HANGING AND THEN CRIES. FUCK ME

Jamie's a good dad. Sitting there with ian cause he doesnt want to tall yet hit welcomes his presence

Paper airplane from Bree 😭

Okay ian is going with him thats good

I like watching Roger work. Whether its teaching, singing, setting up smoke bombs, woodworking, and now surveying

Roger has a nightmare

"Wherever you thought you were, we're both still here"

Oooh Claire's worried roger is gonna kill himself

FINALLY!! SOUND!!!

Roger let the paper airplane go over the cliff cause of bree!!!!

Oh ian :(

Roger was gonna kill himself. Ian saw it. Now ian wants to die cause if his wife and child.

Hhhnnngghhh the first time he speaks! "Who did you see in the darkness!?" "I saw my wife's face"

I like this healing way better than the fire and crazy lady

"You buried your weapon. Your voice. Now you dare to use it against me?"

I take it back that was the perfect time to say her name 😭😭😭

I was scared. "Me too. Because even though I was saved, a part of me died that day"

"I will always sing for you. No matter what. No matter where. Whether you're there to here or if my voice is able I will always sing for you"

AHHH FUCK!!!!!!! FUCKING HELL!!!!!! STOP!!! THE END CREDITS MUSIC IS ROGER AND BRIANNA SINGING OH MY DARLING CLEMENTINE!!!! ITS BEAUTIFUL AND IM CRYING!!!!!!!!!!

Okay but now Roger's voice is back to normal in the promo and while yes I love that and good for rik. Still seems weird to me

The after episode.

This is the first one where they actually talk about roger.

[frizzyanya]

The Untamed Episode 1 (Again), My Commentary!

I interrupt the regularly scheduled programming in order to temporarily give up and return to the beginning to understand what the fuck is going on with this show. 

(I watched episodes 1-2 in March and apparently retained nothing, so I decided to re-watch both before continuing on with 34.)

Spoilers below the jump, as I watch this beautiful, beautiful mess.

This will be interesting. We’ll see what I remember.

Poor LWJ with the blood pouring down his arm as he tries to save his great love.

And then Scar killed his brother.

GAH, LWJ looks so broken looking down into the abyss. Poor thing.

I forgot - one of the first comments I made watching this show was how much I hated the camera angles in the first episode. I’m so glad it didn’t continue with this upside down or shaky or wobbly stuff.

This would thematically make WAY more sense with a different actor as Mo Xuanyu, but I’d be devastated to lose Xiao Zhan, so I’ll allow it.

Ugh, the Mo’s were horrible and abusive to Mo Xuanyu.

So...small thing. The Lan Clan Juniors all have a white adornment on their headbands, while our former important Lans had a silver one. Is that because they’re more distinguished/important, or because of their age/generation, or what?

WWX’s “Is /he/ here?!” was so cute.

So….his version of getting revenge on the Mo clan so far seems to be attempting to destroy their reputations, as opposed to slaughtering them? Bro that’s wishful thinking and will never work.

LMAO he just stole the liquor off the table as he was leaving THIS MAN

HIM REMEMBERING LWJ IN THE SAME ROBES LSZ IS WEARING

AHHHH THIS SHOW AND ITS FEELS

They keep just flashing back to LWJ from the neck down as he walks OMG

I would be very very happy with all of the Mo’s dying here. Because we have yet another awful mother, and some cruel abusive cousins/acquaintances. The negative female characters are a distinct theme here.

So after things got a little out of hand, LSZ and LJY are like okay, let’s summon Hanguang-Jun. And WWX is first like omg yay! And then he’s like holy shit no don’t do that he’ll recognize me. But the sequence of that, where the two are talking and he’s trying to stop them but they’re not even acknowledging his existence is quite funny. Like he might as well be a ghost. X’D

Hahahahaha I completely forgot about the demon possessed arm thing.

Okay so WWX can control the puppets to some extent…? Because he just sic’d the two men on the woman…

Awwww LWJ is back and he’s so pretty. <3 <3 

Lmao WWX over here swooning because he thinks so too

“Maybe the Yiling patriarch didn’t die!” LWJ like “don’t taunt me like that.”

Ooooohhhh the donkey! I remember this! Apple!

[kittymaverick]

MCF: Black Crown commentary  part 2 and overall review.

 Spoilers! Though I’m going to post the spoiler free quick review up here.

Another great MCF game, I dare say, despite me constantly having to look away because of my fear of skulls. I’m a little sad that somethings weren’t explored a bit deeper, but overall the plot fits the MCF series, the art was of good quality, the puzzles were of the right difficulty. Not sure when and what the next game is, but I look forward to it if the quality keeps up!

1. [And then the walkthrough spent a full 5 minutes on a complex door puzzle] I was wondering when those would show up. MD: ...I’m more surprised no one sneaked up on me while I was going about this...

2. MD: Hm, maybe I should light this thing-- *Lights the entire passage way* Great, now they know we are here! MD: ...I was never meant to be stealthy, you know...

3. That’s... a somewhat floating ship, albeit on chains. MD: Seriously, they sailed that thing back from Louisiana?! What were they going to do instead, take a plane?

4. Girl: Hi there, also, look what I have. Doctor and Nurse: Help? MD: I KNEW IT. NOW WE HAVE A HOSTAGE CRISIS. Guess we aren’t deviating too far from classic MCF blunders after all.

5. Phineas: Let’s parley! MD: Sure! Give me the doctor and nurse, and I won’t burn your whole estate and ship down down. ...And the girl? MD: He can keep her. If there’s anything I’ve learnt, is leave no survivors to take revenge. Doctor and Nurse: Detective, no.

6. Phineas: Anyway, fix my ship until it’s seaworthy, and they go free, deal? MD: You’re gonna renegade anyway so is there even a point in me agreeing? Phineas: The other ghosts were right, you really are a spoilsport. MD: I’ll also like to point out you have at least 11 conscious subordinates to do your bidding still. Surely THEY can do SOMETHING.

7. A... tavern. MD: The fact that this is the first time I’ve seen a tavern surprises me. That’s a weird, sea monster, thingy, up there...

8. MD, please tell me you’re coming up with a plan to redrown this ghost, again. MD: Hm.... MD, please... MD: I mean, I’m thinking of a word that begins with m, can you guess what it is? Murder? MD: ...I was going more for mutiny, but sure, murder works too.

9. You know, one thing that’s nice about Phineas as a villain is he shuts up and let you do the work. MD: Ah, the sound of a tense peace and quiet... that is not at all pleasing. Time to blow some stuff up just so we can disturb it some. Wait WE’RE IN A CAVE--

10. [One controlled detonation and a ship released later...] MD: Okay, now hand over those hostages! Phineas: Bargain’s fulfilled. You can have them back. MD: ...What, really?! Phineas: I’m just missing some treasure though. Well, more like ONE PIECE (ahaha, ahem, sorry). My sword is missing. Can you get that for me? I’ll release the girl. MD: One, why would I even want that when she wants me dead? Two, I’m pretty sure that mutiny happened in the Americas. How on earth would the sword be here in England-- Phineas: I said A mutiny, not THE mutiny. MD: ...Oh. Still, do I have to rescue the girl? Doctor and nurse: Um, YES?! MD: Oh FINE, I’ll go play the hero... Phineas: I’ll be waiting in the captain’s quarters. MD: ...One, that sounded VAGUELY suggestive, two, you’re going to sink me with you, aren’t you?

11. MD: BTW, you two are taking this ghost pirate ship thing insanely well. Nurse: Um, we DO work at Manchester asylum, for one thing. Doctor: That and we’ve had to deal with you, once upon a time. MD: ...right, that, explains everything.

12. MD: Okay, that’s a lot of treasure on the boat. Maybe you can ask Her Majesty to loan us the army on account of rescuing some treasure? MD: She likes stories better. Awww.

13. Hm, a curse and a priestess... wonder who that priestess might be... MD: At this point, it could be any of the supernatural beings I’ve encountered.

14. Another skill the MD has: diving. MD: Can’t believe all those licensing lessons are paying off.

15. MD: Okay, got your sword! You can spring your trap now! [Ship sails away from the dock] MD: ...That’s one way to isolate your enemy, I guess. Maybe you should check for gunpowder before seeing the captain? MD: I really should do that, shouldn’t I?

16. [Inside captain’s quarters] Doctor and Nurse: Hi. MD: ...SERIOUSLY??? WHY DID YOU COME ON BOARD?! Phineas: Ahem, so the girl? MD: Yeah yeah, give her to the doctor, I don’t care. Phineas: Good! Off ye go, lass, and welcome aboard as my new crew hand, detective! MD: .............Haha, real funny-- Doctor: Remember that contract you signed? That was the service contract. Also, thanks to you, we’re immortal now. MD: ...I fucking knew that paper wasn’t just something random, AND ALSO OF THIS INEVITABLE BETRAYAL! *clench fist* Oh, as for immortality... I’ve got my feather, all good, no thanks.

16. Doctor: So long as the ship sails and we’re on board, we’ll have an eternity to enjoy them! MD: ...Okay, thanks for telling me how to stop you. Time to look for those powder kegs! Phineas: Damn minions, why can’t they keep their mouth shut.

17. Crew member... something: Find me some navigation charts! Another Crew member: I need a new target to throw at! MD: What am I, your servant?! Phineas: Well, judging by the contract, ya probably are. MD: ...You are going to love what I’m about to serve all of you. At least it wasn’t a prenuptial contract or the like, right?

18. Crew member I’ve-lost-count: Thanks for the extra hand! ...I guess they’re still a little insane after all... MD: Not sure if that’s a good thing or bad thing... Crew another: I need to feed the bird, but the bird isn’t here... but I need to feed the bird, but-- MD: ...Let’s go with good for now.

19. [Fire a canon] Phineas: Which one of you did that?! MD: *whistles and goes downstairs*

20. MD: He... stored her remains in the FIGUREHEAD??? ...Wow, at least it wasn’t you, right? MD: Not at all helping!

21. MD: Got all the needles, now... HEY PHINEAS! Phineas: Wha? MD: I got a bunch of needles, and guess who’s gonna get stabbed? Phineas: Traitor! This is mutiny! MD: In seriousness, did you really expect me to serve you willingly? Phineas: No, but I didn’t expected you to be this stupid and try to rebel so early! MD: Oh you bloody... *Stabs doll like crazy*

22. Phineas: Wait until I’m free! I’ll rain all the wrath upon ya! MD: Nice try, now I’m going to take the crown, and also this other thing from you... now stay still while I go break the curse. Phineas: You will regret this! MD: I already don’t regret this! 8D I think for once, the MD might be having a bit too much fun tormenting their foe. 23. Phineas: NOOOOO MY SHIP!!!! MD: Off the sides, everyone! Take your leave before it’s too late-- AAAAHHHHH. You would think the voodoo priestess would be nicer and not drop you into the ocean like that. MD: I’m just thankful I’m alive, honestly. Girl: Also, thank you for saving me. MD: ... Dammit I didn’t exactly mean to do that... Oh well, just, please don’t come after me again. My life insurance is getting worse with each attempt. Phineas: *cackles from under water* MD: Oh shut up you ectoplasmic goop. I need another vacation-- Hey, a letter from Louisiana! Time for that American holiday, right MD? MD: *sighs*

[Extra content start here!]

24. So, guy’s got horucruxes. MD: What’s up with people putting pieces of their souls into stuff, huh? It mostly explains their state of mind, to be honest.

25. Only death can find you... creepy... MD: I mean, they’re not wrong. Death’s almost found me many times. And actually did find me that one time...

26. OOOOOHHHH that’s the shopkeeper’s body alright... MD: Welp, guess I’m on my own, plus that southern guy out there. Southern guy: Oh, she’s dead? Well, then I’m out. Keep the amulet to protect yourself! MD: Yes please, I no longer do search and rescues. At least not unless it’s paid well.

27. AAAHHHH TREE MONSTER THINGY! MD: AMULET PROTECT ME PUT THE JAW BACK PUT IT BACK *Thing collapses into dust* MD: ...Oh that was easy. Yeah, guess that’s over-- FLYING SKULL FLYING SKULL MAKE IT GO AWAY! (Kitty has nearly passed out from too much skull exposure at this point)

28. MD: Okay, into the crypt-- oh that’s a lot of skulls (Kitty once again passes out from too many skulls...)

29. Ghost: Heard you hate Phineas too, so we’re gonna help you get him. MD: Great! How do I-- Ghost: Just gotta find his skull among all the skulls here, good luck. MD: ... (Kitty is just gone) MD: Welp fuck me.

30. Ghost: Assemble the four great pirate elements! Wade: Teeth! Terrel: Tentacle! Joe: Eye! Wayne: Pistol! Ghosts: Together we are...! MD: ...A match-3 puzzle??? REALLY????????? Thank you for not making it skulls...

31. MD: FOUND YOU. GET OVER HERE AND BURN TO ASH! Phineas: Ehehe, you missed a tooth! MD: ...fuck.

[starkerparkerpony]

You're so very precious my little darling Pt.1

This was supposed to be my first attempt at writing smut but my prudish tendencies are incapable of doing it without proper build up.

Relevant info- aged up starker, peter is 28, tony is 46. This is mostly just light flirting and some coarse language. 1st of 3 parts. This is Tony and Peter's first meeting, Thanos has already been dealt with, Tony doesn't know that Peter is Spiderman... yet.

Do tell if you would like to be tagged in future updates.

Tony first met the smug little prick who ran 'park.er' at TechCrunch. He had these ridiculous brown curls that looked entirely way too soft, obnoxiously brown eyes that were way too big and a devastatingly disarming smile... with dimples. It was all too much and Tony didn't care for the way everyone seemed to be swooning at him at all.

They were on the same panel, discussing their respective new smartphones which were being lauded as "innovative & groundbreaking". Tony had questions about whether this inexperienced newbie's product was at the same level as his, but he actually respected the work the kid had managed to get done in the varied fields of genetics, textiles and adhesives (of all things) so he kept his silence.

"Starkfone is technically the first time that Stark tech is being retailed directly to the general public and there has been some criticism about the prices, or rather how high they are, what do you have to say for yourself Tony?" the moderator guy asked.

"Well, what has to be kept in mind is that unlike some other smartphone brands, we are manufacturing within these great United States of America because if I'm going to conquer the market then I'll bring the jobs too" Tony winked at the audience as they applauded "So yeah, prices are a bit higher but no one can deny that you get more bang for your buck. Especially when the Stark name is involved."

Tony had actually fought tooth and nail to get the prices lowered and they would be in the future, but yeah, besides the intelli-crops this was the first time that the general public was the customers rather than the government or other companies, they still had some stuff to figure out but Tony gave the audience his signature smirk and they cheered for him anyway.

Parker just looked on in amusement.

"Peter you're manufacturing the Gizmo in the US too right? Yet your product is 30% cheaper... How'd you pull that off?" The moderator asked the kid.

"Ah... after having spent like ten minutes in Mr. Stark's company, I'm coming to the realization that maybe my low pricing is a result of my low self esteem." The boy chuckled, the crowd laughed with him. Tony played along and shrugged.

"No but seriously... I have absolutely no problem being the Android to Mr. Stark's Apple" The kid grinned cheekily at the crowd and the audience ate it up. He definitely knew what he was doing.

And Tony hadn't missed the fact that the kid compared his tech to Apple.

"Are you calling my tech a vanity product kid?" Tony challenged, playful smile firmly in place.

The crowd went "Ooooohhhh" anyway.

"Oh no, I'm sure it's a great phone Mr. Stark! I just have no way of knowing for certain, you know... cuz' even I can't afford it" The kid shrugged smugly as he got another huge laugh from the audience.

******************************************************

Tony rarely had a quiet moment at events like this but he had managed to get away to an empty corner for a breather and was distracted by his phone when he felt a hand gently rest at the small of his back.

The Parker kid came around to stand in front of him, he was almost a head taller than Tony now that he was close up. The boy had moved his hand but Tony could still feel the tingles from the initial touch.

Trouble.

"Mr. Stark I hope I didn't offend you earlier... I was very nervous, this is my first time here and my friend Michelle told me that compared to you, I have the 'personality of a wet sock'. So, I guess I was just trying to make a good first impression" the kid caught himself from babbling more and it pissed Tony off, how sincere he sounded.

What also pissed Tony off was the fact that the boy wasn't just taller than Tony but also very muscular too, a twunk if there ever was one.

He was definitely only pissed at him and not attracted to him at all.

"Don't worry about it Parker I can take it... you did good today, great first impression, consider me blown away" Tony assured him with a friendly smile "And please call me Tony."

"Only if you call me Peter."

"You got it Pete." He said, trying to irritate the boy a little but didn't get much other than a little eye twitch.

"Was I interrupting something?" Peter asked

"Nope, I was just replying to some texts."

"Well, if you're free, I'd love to pick your brains about this AI project I've been working on and maybe buy you dinner?" Those eyes and dimples were in full effect, sincerety shining through... so Tony had a hard time saying no to the kid.

He definitely didn't just wanna spend time with an attractive, intelligent man... Tony was being generous and helping out the not-so-little guy.

By the end of the of the evening, filled with charming and intelligent conversation, he had to concede that the Parker kid wasn't all that bad.

******************************************************

The second time Tony met Peter Parker was almost three months later and he was at a low point.

Bruce and Rhodey were away at work, Happy was with Pepper and Pepper was... married.

And even though things were better after the Thanos episode, they weren't all that good.

And Tony was spiralling... rather publicly.

It's just that it had been a while since he his last encounter with alcohol and so the open bar at the Mayor's gala hit him like a truck. All while being surrounded by cameras and reporters.

Tony was about to respond to the asshole who kept asking him about Steve when he felt a hand rest at the small of his back and deftly start to guide him away from the bar and the cameras.

"Long time no see little darling" Peter Parker was looking down on him with those eyes and that face... God he's obnoxiously good looking.

Speaking of obnoxious "Did you just call me little darling?" asked Tony, justifiably indignant.

"Wow you really are drunk" Parker chuckled.

God has his voice always been this deep and husky...?

"That's not what I asked" Tony insisted

"Did you want me to call you little darling?" asked Peter, eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Ugh- Where are you taking me by the way?" He's definitely still just as irritating as last time.

"Home"

Huh... hooking up with a business rival was not what Tony had planned for the evening but it was better than being miserable and alone, which was in fact the plan, so he went along with it.

Parker stopped by a Burger King drive through on the way which only made him all the more attractive to him.

They were awkward in the elevator of the Stark Tower and the boy still hadn't made a move which was a little weird.

What wasn't weird was Parkers arm casually draped around his waist.

Once they were in his quarters living room area and Peter seemed like he was starting to leave, it became evident to Tony that the kid had literally just meant dropping him home.

He was a little disappointed but he wasn't gonna say anything... until Parker opened his smart mouth.

"Well, I'll see you around little darling" He snickered

And Tony had intended to just give him a light shove, but the back of Parker's knee hit the couch and Tony stumbled too and somehow they ended up with Peter on the couch and Tony in his lap, straddling him.

"Gotta' say... when I imagined Iron Man making a move on me, I expected something a little more advanced than the 'stumble straddle'" the kid was playing it cool but Tony could see his blush.

So he responded with "You imagined me making a move on you?"

"Oh repeatedly... it has been my favorite fantasy since I was like 15" The kid had the gall to wink at him.

"Well sorry for letting you down kid... now are you gonna fuck me or not?" There was a corner of Tony's mind that was worried that he was coming off too desperate but Parker was hot and Tony was drunk and horny so he couldn't care less about appearances.

"Your ability to call me a kid and then ask me to fuck you in the same sentence would be worrying if I wasn't almost thirty... speaking of fucking you, that was my initial plan but you're drunk and I don't wanna take advantage of my little darling..." Peter was letting him down but he had a very fond smile on his face... it made Tony all warm inside. The pet name was growing on him too... uh oh.

What was also contributing to his warmth were Peter's, rather large, hands. Resting on his waist and thigh.

"Maybe I want you to take advantage of me..."

"Oh there's no 'maybe' about it... you have a semi just by sitting on my lap, this is as embarrassing for you as it is flattering for me..."

God he was a smug little prick, Tony loved it.

~To be continued~

[burclay]

Fanciful Notions

Yaz had forgotten about the wedding.

Or, she hadn’t forgotten, really-- it had just been far in the future, and then she had started time traveling and it became even farther in her own personal future, but then one night her mum said, “Yaz, Sonya, aren’t you two going to your friend’s wedding tomorrow?” -- Yaz brings the Doctor as a plus-one to her friend's wedding. It's completely platonic (or so she thinks).

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Yaz had forgotten about the wedding.

Or, she hadn’t forgotten, really-- it had just been far in the future, and then she had started time traveling and it became even farther in her own personal future, but then one night she and the gang were having tea with her family, squeezed around their dining room table, talking about their plans for the next day, and her mum said, “Yaz, Sonya, aren’t you two going to your friend’s wedding tomorrow?”

“Oh, is that tomorrow?” Yaz asked. The wedding was that of one of her primary school friends, Saira-- they had kept in touch after they had stopped going to the same school, and Saira had tutored Sonya in maths for a while. And now Saira was getting married, and Yaz had almost forgotten about it.

“What, lost track of time?” Sonya asked, cutting her eyes to Yaz.

Yaz rolled her eyes.

“Must’ve,” was all she said. Sonya had figured out about the whole time travel thing ages ago and had spent the weeks since threatening to tell their parents. It didn’t matter-- either their parents wouldn’t believe her, or they would and Yaz would keep doing what she was doing anyway, but she would rather not deal with the fuss of having them find out and potentially disapprove.

“Hold up,” Ryan said. “Is that Saira who was in our class year five?”

“Oh, are you coming to the wedding?” Sonya asked.

“Sonya,” Yaz warned.

“What?” Sonya asked. “It’s just a question.”

“Yeah, I said I’d be there,” Ryan said. “Don’t know what I’ll wear.”

“I have an old friend who was about your height,” the Doctor said, her mouth full. “You might fit some of his clothes.”

“Is this the one with the eyebrows?” Ryan asked. “Or bowtie? I’ve always wanted to wear a bowtie.”

“I was thinking of eyebrows,” the Doctor said. “Although I could definitely lend you a bowtie.”

“I’ll take it,” Ryan said.

“Do you want to come, Doctor?” Yaz asked. “I can take a plus one.”

“Oh, you mean like a date?” Sonya asked.

Yaz wanted to kick her under the table, but she had no way of telling whose leg was whose, and she wasn’t about to run the risk of kicking her mum instead.

“I mean like two friends going to a wedding together,” Yaz said. “As friends.”

She thought she caught Graham and Ryan exchanging a look, but she ignored it. There was nothing wrong with taking her lonely time traveling friend with her to a wedding so that she didn’t have to sit alone in her giant spaceship all day pretending to be busy. She knew what the Doctor got up to, and it was a little sad, to tell the truth.

“Oh, I’ll have to find something to wear,” the Doctor said. “Haven’t had to dress up since I was a man!”

Yaz raised an eyebrow at her.

“Kidding!” she said. “I mean since I was younger. Smaller, you know. Clothes fit differently, now that I’m-- blonde. Anyway. I’m sure I can find something lying around.”

Translation: she’d be ransacking the TARDIS wardrobe later. Yaz smiled to herself, thinking of the Doctor running through the wardrobe, pulling out random pieces, trying to put them together, and then she immediately schooled her expression into something that Sonya, her mother, and Ryan wouldn’t all tease her about later.

“Well,” Ryan said, “if you can take a friend, think I could get away with inviting a granddad?”

He was next to Yaz, so she figured she knew where his leg was. She kicked him under the table.

“What, me?” Graham asked. “You want me to come to a stranger’s wedding?”

“Could be fun,” Ryan said.

“Hope it’s not too strange,” Sonya said, with another look at Yaz.

“Might be if you’re there,” Yaz said, getting up to take her dishes to the sink.

Later, she walked her friends down from the flat. Ryan and Graham split off with a wave, and Yaz found herself standing at the door of the TARDIS with the Doctor.

“Are you sure I’ll be welcome tomorrow?” the Doctor asked. “I haven’t been to a 21st century wedding in at least a thousand years. And I’ve forgotten how to dance!”

“It’s fine,” Yaz said. “Saira’s nice. She’ll love you.”

“What should I wear?” the Doctor asked. “I don’t know what people wear to weddings! Oh, I hate when I can’t just wear the same outfit as always.” She paused. “Yaz, I think I’m nervous. Is this what nervous feels like?”

“You’ll be fine,” Yaz repeated. “Just find a pretty dress or something.”

“Oh! A dress!” The Doctor grinned. “I always wanted to wear a dress. Don’t think it’d be practical every day, but I think I can pull it off for a wedding.”

“You’re going to hate it,” Yaz said. “But I’m excited to see it.” She smiled, touching the Doctor’s arm. “Night, Doctor.”

“G’night, Yaz,” the Doctor said, and she disappeared into her TARDIS with a smile.

Yaz walked back up to her flat, enjoying the cool air against her bare arms. She ignored Sonya’s pointed, “Does it always take you that long to walk down the stairs and back?” and walked into her room, changing into a pair of pajamas and falling backwards onto her bed.

She woke up the next morning to a flurry of texts from the Doctor:

Doctor✨☄️🌟 (3:16 AM): Yaz!!! ! !! What time’s the wedding???? 👰 👰

Doctor✨☄️🌟 (4:29 AM): I found a pair of heels in the TARDIS but she *really* doesn’t want me to wear them what do I do?

Doctor✨☄️🌟 (4:43 AM): Never mind, I can’t walk in heels. Do you think it’ll be okay if I wear flats??? I really haven’t done this before!

Doctor✨☄️🌟 (5:08 AM): YAZ!!!! THIS IS HARD!!! 😰😱😬

Doctor✨☄️🌟 (5:43 AM): Are you sure your friend will be okay with me being there?

Doctor✨☄️🌟 (6:01 AM): I think I’ve decided on an outfit! 💃💃💃

Doctor✨☄️🌟 (6:06 AM): Actually, I’m just going to wear my regular outfit until you tell me it’s time to go.

Doctor✨☄️🌟 (6:24 AM): I can’t get my dress off!!!

Doctor✨☄️🌟 (6:25 AM): This is why I only wear one outfit, you know. I know how it goes on, I know how it comes off. Easy.

Doctor✨☄️🌟 (6:38 AM): Now I’m bored.😩😴 Can I bring you breakfast? 🍳🥞🥓

Doctor✨☄️🌟 (7:36 AM): The cafe by your flat makes EXCELLENT croissants.🥐🥐🥐🥐🥐☕️☕️☕️

Doctor✨☄️🌟 (7:37 AM): I’ve saved some for you and the gang, by the way.

Doctor✨☄️🌟 (7:45 AM): Ryan and Graham aren’t answering my texts either. 👎 Why do humans have to sleep so much??? LOL!!!

Yaz looked at her clock. It was 8 AM. She laughed and texted the Doctor back.

yaz!!!!!!!😊😊😊 (8:02 AM): relax, Doctor! wedding’s not til 3. I’ll pick you up at the TARDIS when it’s time to go. croissants welcome anytime😘

Barely a minute later, she heard a knock on the door. She jumped out of bed, still in her pajamas, phone in her hand. She worried for a moment about her how her hair looked, reminded herself that the Doctor didn’t care how her hair looked, remembered that if she stopped to brush her hair Sonya or, worse, one of her parents might get to the door first, and ran to open the door, grabbing a pair of shoes along the way. The Doctor was standing there, in her striped shirt and long coat, holding a paper bag.

“Croissant?” she asked, holding out the bag.

“Yeah,” Yaz said. “Outside, though. Don’t want to wake everyone up.”

“I’ll be quiet!” the Doctor hissed.

“Not gonna risk it,” Yaz said, pushing the Doctor out the door and closing it behind them. “Come on, we can go down by the TARDIS.”

“Oh, all right,” the Doctor said. “The TARDIS it is, then.”

Yaz slipped her bare feet into her shoes and followed the Doctor down the steps, smiling to herself.

She sat outside with the Doctor for almost an hour, eating the croissant and talking about where they might go the next day. It was idyllic, really. Eventually, though, she got a text from Sonya:

Sonya🤞🏽🎧💅🏽 (8:54 AM):where r u? need help deciding what 2 wear

Sonya🤞🏽🎧💅🏽 (8:54 AM): ooooohhhh are u w/ the dr???👀👀👀

Yaz rolled her eyes.

bitch (8:55 AM): yeah, we’re just outside.

bitch (8:56 AM): you should thank me, by the way. she was going to come inside and wake everyone up.

Sonya🤞🏽🎧💅🏽 (8:56 AM): whatever. just get ur butt up here k?

bitch (8:57 AM: fine.

“Got to go,” she said to the Doctor. “Sonya’s having a clothing emergency.”

“Thought the wedding wasn’t until later,” the Doctor said.

“It’s not,” Yaz said, standing up. “But we have to do our hair, and maybe makeup, and get dressed, and then get to the venue. It takes time.”

“Oh, I forgot about makeup,” the Doctor said, jumping to her feet. “Do I have to do makeup?”

“You don’t have to,” Yaz said. “It’s just if you want it. But you look good the way you are.”

The Doctor grinned.

“Thanks, Yaz,” she said. “S’pose I’d better get to bringing Ryan my old suit.”

“If he’s even awake yet,” Yaz said.

“Humans!” the Doctor exclaimed. “Why do you sleep so much?”

“Ryan makes it a bit of an art form,” Yaz admitted. “Talk to you later, Doctor.”

She ran back up the steps to the flat. Sonya was waiting for her in the doorway, head tilted to the side, a challenge in her eyes.

“Morning,” she said, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, shut it,” Yaz said.

“Wonder what could drag you out of the flat at nine in the morning,” Sonya said, turning to walk back inside.

“At least I was awake to be dragged,” Yaz said. Sonya rarely got up before ten on weekends. “Is this how you treat your sister who’s about to help you pick out an outfit?”

“Two outfits,” Sonya said. “I need a new one for the reception.”

Yaz rolled her eyes.

“Two outfits, then,” she said. “Show me the choices.”

She helped Sonya find the right outfits, and then she picked out two for herself. By the time she was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, trying to decide how to wear her hair, she was already tired of the whole thing.

But… she was really looking forward to seeing the Doctor in a dress later.

She didn’t do makeup-- she had always hated it, and besides, her face was fine the way it was. With her hair done, and all dressed up, she would look different enough, anyway.

She twisted her hair back into a low bun, checked the time on her phone to see that she had both three hours and over fifteen new messages, and sat at the kitchen table, reading her texts.

Ryan💯💯💯 (9:12 AM): did you tell the dr to come over here

Ryan💯💯💯 (9:12 AM): i need my beauty sleep yaz!

Ryan💯💯💯 (9:12 AM): dope suit though. past her had style

Ryan💯💯💯 (10:48 AM): good news i’m awake again. doctor’s gone. i’ll assume she’s off trying to find someone who’ll talk to her.

yaz (11:13 AM): yeah, pretty sure she’s just been texting me from the TARDIS. I’ll keep you posted.

Doctor✨☄️🌟 (9:15 AM): Pretty sure I just woke up Ryan… 😬

Doctor✨☄️🌟 (9:21 AM): Update!! ! He looks great in my old suit! 🤵🏿🌈💥🎩🎊

Doctor✨☄️🌟 (9:34 AM): Update to the update… he went back to bed… 😥

Doctor✨☄️🌟 (9:46 AM): YAZ I’M BORED AND GRAHAM WON’T TALK TO ME HELP!! ! !!

Doctor✨☄️🌟 (9:48 AM): Sorry, I know you’re getting ready with your sister. No pressure to respond.

Doctor✨☄️🌟 (9:54 AM): Guess I’ll go back to the TARDIS. You can find me in there if you need me. Parked in the same place and everything.

Doctor✨☄️🌟 (10:05 AM): Yaz! Should I curl my hair? I just found a curler and I think it’s a sign from the TARDIS. 🛑 🔔✅

Doctor✨☄️🌟 (10:24 AM): Update on the hair situation: I did it, it looks great, only burned a little of the bottom and I can hide it underneath all the other hair.

Doctor✨☄️🌟 (10:27 AM): OOH! If it’s curly it shows my earring! I love my earring! 👂🏻👂🏻👂🏻👂🏻👂🏻

Doctor✨☄️🌟 (10:32 AM): Oh, I knew I would have trouble putting this dress on again… Yaz!!!!! How do the women in those red carpet pictures do it??? ? ?? ? 😬💃😬

Doctor✨☄️🌟 (10:48 AM): I figured it out! Got really distracted along the way, started tinkering with the hair curler. I’m going to make it sonic! 💥👌🏻👓

Doctor✨☄️🌟 (11:01 AM): Got my dress a bit dirty. 😬😬😬 Glad I have the TARDIS to help. 💦💃🚿

yaz!!!!!!!😊😊😊 (11:15 AM): Doctor, you cannot use the 💦 emoji in that context. I don’t know what Ryan’s been telling you, but do not listen to him, ok?

Doctor✨☄️🌟 (11:15 AM): Yaz!!! ! ! ! !! Are you ready?? ??? ?? I want to see your outfit!!! !!! !!

yaz!!!!!!!😊😊😊 (11:16 AM): I’m not dressed yet. and I said I’d drive Sonya so we can’t take the tardis to the wedding. but anyway you can come hang out up here if you want

Doctor✨☄️🌟 (11:16 AM): YAY!!!!!! HANGING OUT WITH YAZ!!!!!!! !!!! I’ll be right up!

“Doctor’s coming up,” Yaz called out to anyone who might be listening. Really, they were all used to it by now. When Yaz was home, the Doctor was nearly always around. Sometimes she went with Ryan and Graham, but Yaz got the sense that they were more private-- she was used to sharing her space. One more person didn’t make a huge difference. Especially when that one more person was the Doctor.

“Oh, is she now,” Yaz’s mum said from the living room sofa.

“Getting ready for your date?” Sonya asked, yelling from the bathroom.

“Not a date!” Yaz yelled back. Her mum scoffed, and Yaz was about to say something else, but then she heard a knock on the door, and she opened it to see-- well, the Doctor, but an almost unrecognizable version of the Doctor. She hadn’t realized how much she had come to think of the Doctor’s charity shop outfit as integral to the Doctor’s self, but of course, when she only ever wore the same outfit, of course it would imprint itself on Yaz’s mind.

But this-- this was different.

The Doctor was wearing a dark blue dress, the same color as the TARDIS, Yaz noticed. The skirt rippled down to the floor from the waist in small pleats, gold-sheathed toes poking out from underneath. Above the bodice, a sheer golden cape radiated from a clasp over her chest. Through the fabric of the cape, Yaz could see the blue of the dress gathered at one shoulder to make a strap, leaving the other shoulder bare; it was the most skin she’d ever seen the Doctor show, although maybe that wasn’t saying much.

She heard footsteps behind her, and she glanced back to see Sonya leaning against the wall, eyebrow raised.

“Admiring your girlfriend, Yaz?”

“Not my girlfriend!” Yaz exclaimed.

“Why not?” the Doctor asked.

Yaz whipped her head around to look at her, mouth hanging open.

“I’m a girl,” the Doctor said, “according to your human rules, and I’m your friend.”

“Not what it means, Doctor,” Yaz said.

“She really is an alien,” Sonya said in Yaz’s ear, quietly enough that their mum wouldn’t hear but loudly enough that the Doctor would.

“Yep!” the Doctor said. “Anyway. First time wearing a dress. What do you think?”

“Yeah, Yaz,” Sonya said. “What do you think?”

“I think I’m not hanging out in the public parts of the house when you’re around,” Yaz said, grabbing the Doctor’s wrist and leading her into the flat.

“Ooh, going to the bedroom, are you?” Sonya asked.

“Hey, at least I have a date,” Yaz retorted.

“Thought you said it wasn’t a date?” the Doctor asked.

“It’s not,” Yaz said, thoroughly exasperated. “Come on, Doctor.”

She pulled the Doctor through the hall into her room. Her mum called, “Door open, Yaz,” as she passed, and Yaz replied, “I’m an adult heterosexual, I think it’s all right!”

Once in her room, she sat on the edge of her bed and sighed.

“Sorry about that, Doctor,” she said. “My family’s impossible.”

“It’s all right,” the Doctor said. She started to sit down, then jumped back up. “Am I going to ruin the dress if I try to sit?”

“I doubt it,” Yaz said, looking critically at the fabric. It was neatly pleated, but didn’t look like it was going to wrinkle much. “Anyway, you’ll be sitting once we get there, so you might as well ruin it now.”

“Good point,” the Doctor said, and she sat down next to Yaz. As she did, she picked up the corner of Yaz’s gold sari, which she was planning to wear for the ceremony. “This yours?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Yaz said. “Just for the ceremony, though.”

“Oh, was I supposed to have two?” the Doctor asked.

“Nah,” Yaz said. “I’m just trying to one-up Sonya, if I’m being honest. It’s petty, but--” She shrugged. “That’s sisterhood for you.”

“Fair enough,” the Doctor said. “Never really got to be a proper sister.”

“Bet you were an annoying brother,” Yaz said.

“Oi! I was pleasant!” the Doctor exclaimed.

“I’m sure you were,” Yaz said. “Youngest?”

“Yeah,” the Doctor admitted. “‘Course, now I’m the oldest, too.” Her voice had turned just the slightest bit sad.

“Sorry,” Yaz said, looking away. “I forgot.”

“It’s all right,” the Doctor said. “I carry them with me, remember?”

“Still,” Yaz said. “Has to hurt.”

“Yeah,” the Doctor admitted. “Still. I’m used to it.”

Yaz looked back at her. The Doctor was looking away, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. Yaz looked up and saw her old glow-in-the-dark stars, flat against the white ceiling in the daytime.

“Have you always had these stars?” the Doctor asked.

“Since I can remember,” Yaz said.

“Yasmin Khan,” the Doctor said. “Always looking at the stars.”

Yaz smiled.

“They’re not entirely accurate,” she said. “I wanted to rearrange them like real constellations when I got old enough, but my mum said I wouldn’t be able to get them back on. I figured the wrong stars were better than no stars.”

“The universe is infinite,” the Doctor said. “Somewhere, surely, there’s a sky that looks like that.”

Yaz grinned.

“You think so?”

“I’m sure of it,” the Doctor said. “We can try and find it sometime, if you take a picture.”

Yaz took out her phone and laid back on her bed to snap a picture. She texted it to the Doctor.

“There,” she said, sitting up. “Now it’s official.”

The Doctor looked at her with something in her eyes that Yaz couldn’t quite place. For a moment, she held the Doctor’s gaze, trying to figure out what she was seeing. The air seemed to thicken around them.

Yaz looked away. The air thinned out again. She checked the time on her phone.

“I’m going to get dressed,” she said, gathering her outfit. “You going to be all right in here?”

“‘Course I will,” the Doctor said.

“Don’t talk to Sonya,” Yaz said.

“No promises,” the Doctor said.

“And try not to poke around too much,” Yaz said. “This is my stuff.”

“I can promise that,” the Doctor said. “Can I upgrade your laptop?”

“Only if you can do it without logging on or destroying my files,” Yaz decided.

The Doctor took out her sonic screwdriver with a wicked grin on her face. Yaz opened her mouth to say something else, realized she didn’t know what she would say, realized she was horribly curious what the Doctor was going to do to her computer, and left the room with half a smile.

She changed into her sari in the bathroom, humming to herself. She looked at herself in the mirror, angling this way and that, admiring the dark brown fabric against the gold top underneath. She loved having an excuse to wear it, really; she had gotten it for a cousin’s wedding back when she was still in school, but she hadn’t worn it since.

Yaz walked back to her room, fabric swishing around her feet. The Doctor was exactly where Yaz had left her, sitting on Yaz’s bed, looking intently at Yaz’s computer. The only difference was that now the bottom of the computer had been cracked open, and the sonic was buzzing, casting an intermittent orange glow onto the circuits. The Doctor was so completely focused on whatever it was she was doing that she didn’t hear Yaz come in, and Yaz got to stand awkwardly in the doorway for a moment and watch the Doctor’s intense concentration. There was something about the way the Doctor looked at things, she thought-- the way she leaned forward with intensity in her eyes and figured things out.

And then Yaz cleared her throat and the Doctor looked up, and suddenly that intensity was focused on Yaz. Yaz swallowed, suddenly nervous, while the Doctor jumped up and put her hand on Yaz’s shoulder, looking Yaz up and down with an open-mouthed smile on her face.

“Yasmin Khan,” she said. “You clean up well.”

A smile burst onto Yaz’s face, and she ducked her head.

“Thanks, Doctor,” she said.

Sonya passed behind them.

“You’re flirting,” she said, her voice floating into the room from behind Yaz.

The moment between Yaz and the Doctor broke. Yaz stepped back, blushing, and called, “Mind your own business, Sonya!”

“Didn’t deny it!” Sonya called back, already in her own room.

Yaz rolled her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“Why?” the Doctor asked, her head tilted with genuine curiosity.

“It’s embarrassing, that’s all,” she said. She shrugged. “We have to leave soon, anyway. I’m going to pack up my other outfit.”

“Need help?” the Doctor asked.

Yaz thought for a moment, then said, “No, I want to leave it a surprise.”

“Oh, I love surprises,” the Doctor said. “I’ll turn my back, then?”

“It’s not that high stakes,” Yaz said. “You can if you want, though.”

The Doctor faced the wall, and Yaz opened the door to her closet and pulled out a suit on a hanger. This one was brand new. She had wanted it for a long time before buying it, but she hadn’t had the chance-- or the courage-- to wear it yet.

She folded each element of the suit with care and put them in a bag. She took a deep breath, then tapped the Doctor on the shoulder and said, “Let’s go.”

Of course, it wasn’t as easy as all that. It took almost twenty minutes to wheedle Sonya into the car, and then five more to argue over who got shotgun (Sonya wanted it, but Yaz pointed out that the Doctor was the guest. The Doctor said she didn’t care, but Yaz stood her ground, and eventually Sonya slid into the backseat, grumbling). Finally, though, they were on their way to the ceremony.

It was an outdoor wedding, held in a local park. Yaz hadn’t met the woman Saira was marrying, but she had a vague inkling that this was an interfaith wedding; Saira was Muslim, of course, they had gone to the same mosque as kids, but Yaz didn’t know about her fiancee. Of course, she was about to find out.

The Doctor seemed thrilled about the whole thing, from the outdoor setting to the arch at the end of the aisle to the simple fact of white folding chairs for the guests. Yaz practically had to drag her to a seat, and then when she got distracted talking to one of her old friends, the Doctor wandered off and Yaz had to excuse herself to go find her. (Her friend told her that she and the Doctor were a cute couple-- Yaz would have corrected her if she had had time, but she really was worried about what the Doctor was getting up to.) It turned out the Doctor had just gotten distracted by Ryan and Graham’s arrival, and Yaz was able to maneuver them all back to a set of seats just before the ceremony began.

The ceremony was gorgeous, of course. Yaz hadn’t seen Saira in far too long; now, wearing a vibrant blue sari and looking at her wife with love in her eyes, she was radiant, and Yaz glowed knowing that her old friend had this love in her life. The other bride looked wonderful in a full-on white tuxedo, her short hair styled to perfection. Yaz hadn’t really been around a lot of couples of two women before-- her eyes kept moving to the ways they touched each other, the way the one put her hand on the other’s elbow, the way they looked at each other. The way they leaned in when they kissed.

It gave Yaz a feeling she hadn’t really felt before. She didn’t know what it was, but it felt… warm, somehow. She smiled as the brides kissed, wife and wife, and clapped along with everyone else.

“Isn’t it brilliant?” the Doctor asked, her breath warm on Yaz’s ear. “I love love.”

Yaz smiled, still looking at the happy couple.

“Me, too,” she said.

When it was done, and everyone was milling about, Ryan, Graham, Yaz and the Doctor joined the queue of people waiting to congratulate the brides, Sonya tagging along like the little sister she was. It wasn’t long until they were at the front, and Saira looked thrilled to see Yaz and Ryan, a little confused about Graham, and downright conspiratorial about the Doctor.

“When’s your wedding?” she asked Yaz, cutting her eyes to the Doctor.

Yaz shook her head.

“She’s just a friend,” she said. “She was in town-- I asked if she wanted to come--”

Saira raised an eyebrow, and Yaz rolled her eyes.

“Whatever,” she said. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks,” Saira said, her skeptical look replaced with an angelic smile.

The reception was in a hall just across the street from the park. Sonya insisted in changing into her second outfit in the car, and first-- she emerged in a pink dress that even Yaz had to admit popped really well against her skin tone.

“Not that you’re going to outdo me,” she said to Sonya as she slid into the car. It was a tight fit-- Yaz wasn’t entirely sure she’d be going the changing-her-formalwear-in-the-car route in the future. But she was stuck in it now, so she managed to maneuver herself into her suit. She checked herself in the rearview mirror-- her hair still looked good, she still wasn’t wearing any makeup-- and opened the car door.

It was hard to make a dramatic entrance when the door she was entering from was that of a fifteen-year-old sedan. Still, Yaz did her best, sliding out right into a dramatic pose, ignoring the butterflies in her stomach.

“What do you think?” she asked, fluttering her eyelashes.

“When did you get that?” Sonya asked.

“When you weren’t looking,” Yaz retorted. It wasn’t Sonya’s approval she was looking for.

She glanced at the Doctor.

The Doctor’s mouth was wide open.

“Yaz!” she said. “You didn’t tell me you had a bowtie!”

And just like that, Yaz’s nerves dissolved, and she laughed.

“And I suppose you have some sort of opinion on bowties,” she said to the Doctor, only half teasing.

“Used to,” the Doctor said. “Haven’t thought about them in a while.” She considered for a moment. “But I just decided I still like them.”

Yaz smiled even wider, until she saw the knowing look in Sonya’s eye.

“Where’d Ryan and Graham get to?” she asked. “Come on, let’s go find them.”

But she held out her arm, and the Doctor took it, like some kind of Victorian courtship, and Yaz knew Sonya noticed.

Ryan and Graham turned out to already be in the reception hall, sitting at a table with a couple more primary school friends and their dates. Sonya, Yaz, and the Doctor sat down just in time for the first dance between the two brides.

Watching them, Yaz had the same warm feeling she’d had earlier. Unwittingly, she glanced at the Doctor, and realized that feeling was getting bigger, and warmer, and suddenly it hit Yaz like a really big truck: she wanted that. She wanted what Saira clearly had, that closeness, that smile. With another woman. Yaz wanted to live her life loving women.

And-- she almost didn’t admit this to herself-- and when she did it was in the mental equivalent of a whisper-- but-- she sort of wanted the Doctor to be one of those women.

Which meant Sonya and her mum were right. Yaz hated that.

She looked away from the brides, pretending to have been distracted by the towering cake, and pressed that warm feeling down. The Doctor was a friend, a weird and wonderful alien friend, who didn’t even see human relationships the same way Yaz did. Even if everyone else assumed they were a thing.

Still uncomfortable, Yaz’s eyes wandered around the room, taking in the buffet table in the corner, the dark gray carpet, the sky-blue tablecloths, the dressed up people sitting around her. At one point, she made eye contact with Graham, and he gave her a knowing look that she didn’t quite like.

Finally, after some interminable amount of time, the dance was over, and all traces of Yaz’s warm feeling dissipated in favor of nerves and discomfort. She had named her feelings; now she had to deal with them, and she wasn’t sure whether she was brave enough for that.

“Yaz!” the Doctor said as a faster song came on and people started moving to the dance floor. “We should dance!”

“Maybe in a bit,” Yaz said. “You go on.”

“You all right?” the Doctor asked, hovering halfway between standing and sitting.

Yaz waved a hand.

“Fine,” she said. “Seriously. Go dance.”

The Doctor hovered for another moment, but when Yaz just gave her an encouraging nod, she got up and went to the dance floor. Ryan joined her, and Yaz got a good laugh at the two of them, possibly the world’s most awkward dancers, before Graham dropped into what had been the Doctor’s seat.

“Ugh,” Yaz said. “I know what you’re going to say.”

“Do you?” Graham asked. “I just thought you might want to talk.”

“You’re such a grandad,” Yaz groaned.

“Well,” Graham said, “I don’t have any biological grandkids, so you and Ryan’ll have to do.”

Yaz hesitated.

“I think I’m into women,” she said, the words coming out all in a rush.

“Any specific women?” Graham asked, a twinkle in his eye.

“You know,” Yaz said, blushing, “I think you know the answer to that.”

But Graham didn’t say anything, and Yaz rambled on.

“She’d never be into me,” she said. “She’s, like, a thousand years old or something. And an alien. And probably has a lot of other options. And if you tell Ryan anything I’m saying, I’ll get the Doctor to take us to a supernova and throw you in myself.”

“Whoa,” Graham said. “The Doc’d never let you do that.”

“I’m smart,” Yaz said. “I could figure out how to work the TARDIS.”

Graham chuckled.

“I’m sure you could,” he said. “But really, Yaz. If everyone looking at you thinks you’re a couple, you can’t be that far off.”

“Maybe,” Yaz said. “I didn’t even know I liked women until just now, Graham. This is all going a bit fast.”

“Fair enough,” Graham said. He clapped her on the arm in a very grandfatherly gesture. “Just so you know, I’ll support you, whatever happens.”

Yaz smiled.

“Thanks,” she said.

“Now if you’ll excuse me,” Graham said, “I’m going to go check out that buffet.”

He stood up and left, and Yaz looked to the dance floor, trying to find Ryan and the Doctor, almost lost in the crowd-- after a couple moments’ search, she saw the telltale blur of the Doctor’s hair flying absolutely everywhere, and, next to (or, more accurately, above) it, Ryan’s head bobbing awkwardly.

Yaz got up. She hovered for a moment. She actually had no idea what to do now-- she felt a bit too awkward to go dance with Ryan and the Doctor, but she didn’t really want to keep sitting where she was. She wasn’t particularly hungry. She didn’t want to be alone outside or anything.

Well. If she was going to be having a sexuality crisis, she might as well be having it on the dance floor. She made her way over, stepping around chairs to get to the music. She didn’t seek out Ryan and the Doctor; she just started moving, getting lost in the beat and the crowd, trying her absolute hardest to forget she was anything other than a bass line and a melody.

It worked for maybe half a song, until she felt a hand on her arm, pulling her around. She knew who it was before she turned; sure enough, it was the Doctor pulling her into a circle she had created with Ryan and a few strangers. Yaz let it happen, ignoring the Doctor’s eyes on her in favor of grinning at Ryan, who grinned back, grabbed her hand, and twirled her under his arm. Yaz laughed and raised their joined hands in a goofy attempt to twirl him back, but he almost fell trying to duck under her arm, and so she let go.

“Do I get a twirl?” the Doctor asked from Yaz’s other side, shouting to be heard over the music.

Yaz turned to her, eyebrows raised. The Doctor was holding an arm out, and after a moment’s hesitation, Yaz took it, ignoring her butterflies, and let the Doctor spin underneath her arm. The Doctor tripped a little on her dress and wound up facing Yaz with a breathless smile, and Yaz couldn’t help but grin back.

“Not going to be wearing a dress next time I do one of these,” the Doctor said. “I miss my pants. Nice and short.”

Yaz laughed. She didn’t let go of the Doctor’s hand. Their eyes met, and for a dizzying moment, Yaz forgot about everyone else in the room, she forgot about her newfound uncertainty, and it was just her smiling with (smiling at) the Doctor, jumping around on the dance floor

The moment didn’t last-- the song ended seconds later, and the brief silence that followed was enough for Yaz to feel awkward and take her hand away, stuffing it in one of her pockets.

“D’you want to get some food?” she asked the Doctor (and Ryan, but mostly the Doctor).

But before the Doctor (or Ryan) could answer, the music shifted into a smooth, slow ballad. All thoughts of food left Yaz’s mind, even as Ryan made a beeline to the buffet. She was vaguely aware of people around her coupling up, and the Doctor was in front of her, looking extremely confused.

“How’re we supposed to dance to this?” she asked Yaz.

“It’s-- it’s a couples thing,” Yaz explained. “You dance with someone else.”

“Oh, I really don’t spend enough time at parties in this century,” the Doctor said, her nose wrinkled.

Yaz shrugged. She tried to figure out what to say; she came up with nothing.

She was saved when, a moment later, the Doctor’s face sprang back to its usual intense expression as she looked right at Yaz and said, “Yasmin Khan. May I have this dance?”

A huge, almost silly grin sprang unbidden onto Yaz’s face. She tried to suppress it, realized she couldn’t, wondered if her hair was still in place, and then, finally, remembered that she still had to answer the Doctor’s question.

“Of course,” she said, twisting her hands in front of her. She held her arms up a little awkwardly.

“I’m not sure how to do this,” the Doctor said.

Yaz swallowed. She stepped forward and let a hand rest on the Doctor’s waist. The fabric of the Doctor’s dress was really soft, she noted, in a part of her brain that was completely detached from the fact that she was about to slow-dance with the Doctor.

“Like this,” she said. “Put your hand on my shoulder.”

The Doctor did, and Yaz let her other hand rest on the Doctor’s shoulder, which maybe wasn’t how most people in the room were dancing, but a lot of them were much closer to each other than Yaz was really comfortable with. One of the Doctor’s hands rested on Yaz’s waist, and the butterflies in Yaz’s stomach fluttered.

And then they were dancing. Swaying to the music. Yaz’s eyes met the Doctor’s, and then she couldn’t look away; that was what the Doctor’s eyes did, after all, they trapped Yaz’s gaze with everything they held. Yaz smiled, and the Doctor smiled back, the exhilarated kind of grin she gave Yaz when they were just about to take some ridiculous risk to save an alien world, and Yaz felt that warm feeling come back, jumping all the way down to her toes. Somewhat subconsciously, she pulled a little closer, still holding the Doctor’s gaze. She could almost feel a physical connection, a sort of thickness between them, something she didn’t quite know how to handle. It had been all well and good having flings in school, but this-- this was something serious, something big, and Yaz didn’t want to risk what she already had.

But the tension was pulling her in, and she felt the Doctor pulling her closer, and suddenly her eyes were sliding closed, and then her lips were on the Doctor’s, and the warm feeling spread until Yaz thought she might just explode, and the only things in the universe were her hand on the Doctor’s waist, the Doctor’s hand on her waist, and the Doctor’s lips on hers.

Until Yaz realized what was happening, and the warm feeling she had had turned hot and uncomfortable. She was kissing the Doctor. Her heart was leaping, but-- this was a risk she hadn’t meant to take. A risk she wasn’t willing to take.

She jumped back and opened her eyes, avoiding the Doctor’s gaze.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered. She felt separate from everything, separate from the Doctor, separate from the wedding, separate from her own body. Not waiting for the Doctor’s response, she turned tail and fled, pushing through the dancers, through the tables, ignoring Sonya’s snide remark flung from the buffet line. She shoved through the doors to the outside, letting the cool sunset air hit her face, and sank down onto the front steps, trying her hardest to breathe. She untied her bowtie and unbuttoned the top button of her shirt, which helped a little, but that hot and uncomfortable feeling was still there, crawling underneath her skin, and it was all she could do not to curl in on herself entirely.

She heard the door open behind her. For a moment she thought it was just a random guest, but then when the footsteps stopped just behind her she figured it was probably Graham or Ryan or maybe even Sonya, so she said, “Leave me alone,” but it wasn’t Graham or Ryan or Sonya who replied.

“Are you all right?” the Doctor’s voice said, and Yaz looked up, twisting her body to see the Doctor looking down at her with concern written all over her face.

“I’m fine,” Yaz said, but she was sure the Doctor could hear the defeat in her voice.

The Doctor hesitated for a moment.

“Can I sit?” she asked.

“Can’t stop you,” Yaz said.

The Doctor gingerly lowered herself onto the step next to Yaz.

“Did you want to talk?” she asked. “Only, I think these things are better when you talk about them.”

“What things?” Yaz asked, looking straight ahead.

“Things like when you’re dancing with your best friend Yaz and then she kisses you and runs out of the building,” the Doctor said. “Just as an example.”

Yaz laughed. Embarrassingly, she felt a lump in her throat, like she might cry.

“Sorry,” she said. “I didn’t want to-- ruin anything.”

She felt the Doctor’s eyes on her, but she still didn’t turn. She wouldn’t have been able to bear those depths just then.

“Ruin what?” the Doctor asked.

“I don’t know,” Yaz said. “What we have. Traveling. Friendship.”

“Yasmin Khan,” the Doctor said, her voice quiet. “I don’t think you could ruin anything if you tried.”

Yaz did look at her then, and she was surprised at what she saw. The Doctor wasn’t looking at her with fire in her eyes; her whole face was relaxed, and Yaz saw a quietness in it she hadn’t seen before. Part of her wanted to interpret that quietness as love, but-- she wasn’t sure if that was really there or she just wanted it to be.

“I like you,” she said. “As a friend, or as more than a friend, or-- or whatever. I’m really glad I met you, Doctor.”

“You should know,” the Doctor said, “the people I get involved with, it doesn’t always end well.”

“I decided ages ago,” Yaz said. “I’m taking that risk.”

To her surprise, she saw tears in the Doctor’s eyes.

“I’ve pushed people away,” the Doctor said. “Spent years mourning. Not traveling with anybody because I wasn’t willing to risk losing them.”

“I know,” Yaz whispered. She was dizzy with uncertainty now, with wanting to know how this conversation was going to end.

“But I need to take that risk, Yaz,” the Doctor said. “As long as you know what you’re getting into.”

Yaz nodded. Now there were tears in her eyes.

“I know,” she repeated. “And I can make that decision for myself, Doctor. I need you to trust me to make that decision.”

“I do,” the Doctor said. “I trust you.”

“So,” Yaz said. “Does that mean you-- want to date?”

“I’m rubbish at dating,” the Doctor warned. “Just to warn you. Humans have all these rules, and really I just want to travel with people whose presence I enjoy.”

“That’s not a no,” Yaz said.

“Yasmin Khan,” the Doctor said, and Yaz shivered to hear the Doctor say her full name like that. And then the Doctor slid closer, and Yaz’s mind went blank.

She and the Doctor sat on that step for the rest of the party. They mostly talked, but Yaz got to lean her head on the Doctor’s shoulder, and the Doctor was holding her hand, and not even Sonya coming outside to bother them into leaving with a snide  remark of, “I thought you weren’t dating,” could bring her mood down.

“Does this make us girlfriends?” the Doctor asked, as they got out of the car. “Like you were saying earlier?”

Yaz tried to remember what she was talking about. Earlier felt like it was miles away.

“I think it might,” she said.

“Brilliant,” the Doctor said, and she kissed Yaz goodnight outside her door.

[bodacious-tatas]

so our godawful, racist, animal abusing downstairs neighbor is being evicted, FINALLY (I’d like to believe it’s because we insisted for a seventh time, and they assured us it was, but I noticed on her eviction notice she owes a lot of back rent sooo....) I knew the notice was being served today so I was listening to see how it goes because I’m nosy and I love drama and hate her. First the accidentally put it on the wrong unit 🙄I heard her talking to the maintenance guy about it and the conversation sounded weird and I was like why are they evicting these brand new tenants?? Anyway he came up to fix our washer and tub and I was like ummmm so you were just talking to Ann.... SHE’S the one being evicted. And I told him about the hell we’ve been through with her and he was like ooooohhhh shit. So he took it upon himself to go downstairs and get the notice and knock on her door. She comes out covered in glitter. He’s like, hey, are you Ann?

AND I SHIT YOU NOT SHE PRETENDS ITS NOT HER. She’s like “How should I know who Ann is? I don’t know everyone in this building!” (Also a lie.) And when he pushes and is like no I really think you’re Ann she’s like “I’m just gonna take this notice and give it back to [landlord] you get out of my home. I let you in the building! I did you a favor! Why would you try to evict me??” (Suddenly she IS Ann)

Anyway she got up in his face and he came running up to our unit and locked the door cause she scared him lol. A few minutes later she starts screaming and cursing and losing her shit. He’s like “Woah. She is SO mad. She’s crazy!” And I just laughed because this is a daily fucking occurance, this is why she’s being evicted. She screams racial slurs and breaks shit and slams doors repeatedly all night long, she calls the neighbors the N word, she hurts her kitten. I’m so ready for her to be GONE. I am empathetic to an extent because I’m pretty sure she’s schizophrenic and definitely needs psychiatric care but she’s so fucking awful and racist and abusing and I just don’t care anymore.

Gonna run past her door real fast the next 3 days.

[cosmictulips]

Hi friend! If you're okay with the free readings, could you pull a few cards to see if KC is my soulmate? I'm MM and ♈, he's ♎ and in 2021, I'm supposed to meet my soulmate at some point (according to various charts/readings so naturally I'm curious LOL).

Henlo friend =)

thank you for your patience =)

ooooohhhh You know what though,  I’m going through my jupiter ...return right now and supposedly Im supposed to meet my soulmate.  I mean,  I met a guy and we really click but we’ve like had some weird issues xD but idk it seems to have worked out a bit.  

So imma do two readings for you.  The first, is if KC is your soulmate.  AND THEN Imma do your 2021 love reading for youuuu

So for whether or not KC is your soulmate, I drew the: Ace of Cups in reverse, Eight of Cups, & 4 of cups.  

The overall energy of this reading: The Hermit. 

So I think KC might have some insecurity when it comes to love.  I think he might be afraid to come forward because he is unsure of what he truly wants.  He might be feeling a bit lost at the moment because there’s something blocking him.  he’s weirdly in this state of thinking that he may never find love??  With the 8 of cups,  this really talks about abandonment issues and unresolved trauma when it comes to love.  so perhaps he has been in relationships before that have caused him to build up walls. 

Then there’s the four of cups.  I don’t want to say he’s bored with his love life,  but I think there’s just an apathy towards it.  I don’t really think he’s in this sort of idea to begin a relationship.  I think he wants to try to get over what’s blocking him from finding love before he actually reaches out to anyone ;o

I want to talk about these cards because it’s a sandwich of Major arcana.  There’s Justice in reverse,  10 of swords, The Emperor and The Sun in reverese. 

So He’s coming to grips with something.  There’s some insecurity that he’s going to be working through in the realm of love.  there’s a lot of sadness that he has to work through.  With the Justice in reverse and the Emperor I think he’s going to be facing someone -or himself-  that is being very irresponsible and who is avoiding taking responsibility and accountability for their actions. 

With the Hermit being the overall energy,  I think he’s finally going to start searching within himself.  I think he’s really going to be digging deep and finding his own truth and his own healing.

So now onto the fun part.  Your 2021 love reading lol I pulled out a womping 16 cards for you lmao because I wanted to like,  track when the lovers card -or any sign of a lovers card lol-  would appear.  SO here we go: Magician, Devil in reverse, The World, Star in reverse, Judgement, Chariot in reverse, The Lovers, Seven of swords in reverse, Nine of cups, King of swords, Page of Wands in reverse, Three of Cups, Five of wands, Seven of cups, Three of wands, & Four of swords. 

To top it off, the overall energy is Strength. 

You defintely have someone coming in for you next year lol.  I think it’s going to be someone you manifest -because of the magician- but I also think it’s going to be someone you least expect. With the Devil in reverse you’re really going to be working on your self confidence -high strength-  and you’re going to be like learning how to do things in moderation.  I am seeing a lot of work being put in on yourself.  You’re going to be setting boundaries with people,  things, yourself.  You’re going to be finding someone next year who sees you as this beautiful dream.  But for you,  it’s going to be like, who is this person lmao. 

I think it’s going to be someone you least expect because I don’t think the beginning of your relationship is going to be easy.  With the Judgement and Chariot in reverse,  I think it’s going to be a rough beginning.  Either with your relationship,  or just the areas outside of your love life.  I think it’s going to be more that you meet this person when you finally put your guard down and have basically forgotten about finding your soulmate if that makes sense. 

With the King of Swords,  the Seven of Swords in reverse and the Four of swords,  i think this person is going to be very logical lol.  I think  he’s going to be coming your life to help you move past whatever situation is going to happen.  I have a funny feeling you might person this person away like “why are you trying to help me? I don’t need help” kind of vibes lol. 

With those swords though he is going to help you relax.  You’ll find it easy to just breathe around him because he won’t like,  push you.  I mean he will, but it’ll be a relief compared to like everything else going around you lol. 

Then we have the Nine, Three, and Seven of cups.   So there will definitely be a celebration lol.  or like you’ll feel supported is what I’m getting lol.  He’s definitely going to make you feel good, and happy and secure.  Since we got the lovers card, he’s definitely going to be asking for your cup so to speak.  He’s going to offer you his hand,  and he hopes you take it -which I think you will cause 3 of cups lol. -  With the 9 and 7 of cups,  there will be a lot of emotional growth between the two of you.  He might be a water sign because he is very in tune with his emotions and his intuition lol. 

So then we have the Wands.  We have Page of wands in reverse, Three and 5 of wands.  so with the 5 and the page of wands there is a bit of conflict going on.  which is why I think you won’t expect it to be this person.  -I mean the star and chariot in reverse also talks about that lol-  with all the good qualities I mentioned, I really don’t think you two will get along at first lol.  there’s really a sense of growth in this relationship.  I think you two will grow in time.  I also think this could just be how you two meet. You two might be dealing with a conflict and you two meet that way ;o.  either way there’s some conflict of some sort and it’s in the beginning of how you two meet lol.

Then lastly we have the three of wands.  the three of wands talks about expansion and growth.  so the relationship will definitely grow quite quickly.  in fact it might scare you how fast it goes lolol.

Then we have the Strength as the overall energy.   You defintely are going to become a stronger you lol.  you will certainly have more confidence by the time this comes to fruition.  In fact he might even help you get there lol. 

this is really long.  Hi. lol

TLDR, you got a lot coming for you.  i wouldn’t hold out on KC but hey, it might be him who ends up stepping forward in the end.  after all, it is someone you wouldn’t expect lol. 

If you need any clarification, or if you need anything else feel free to stop on by =) 

[billys-hard-grove]

11 Questions

OoooOHHHh, i just saw that i got tagged by @benalras thank yooou <3 

1.       Where was the last place you went to? Cinema to see call me by your name and i have yet to recover.

2.       Do you have any key chains? Yeah, but not meaningful ones. I just use them for practical reasons. Although for my bike at home I use a ring that someone once gave me as a joke and I never gave it back, because I never really talked to him after that day. But I still keep it safe, because I alwas liked him and he had a hard time in high school and I just hope he’s doing well. (i think he is, judging from social media)(its a cheap ring btw, its all rusted from yeeeears of dangling from my keys in the rain)

3.       What is your favorite music album? Kesha - Rainbow Frank Turner - Postitive Songs for Negative People (+England Keep my Bones) Twenty One Pilots - Vessel Shinedown - Threat to Survival (+Sound of Madness) Helloïse - A Time & a Place for Everything Rise Against - Appeal to Reason (+The Sufferer & the Witness)(+The Black Market) (honestly though, their last 6 albums are so fucking good)

4.       What things do you always carry with you when you go out? I mean, this used to be my phone, but i smashed it and im struggling to get it fixed. But yeah, phone, wallet, keys, headphones and a smile on my face (lie).

5.       Can you swim? yup!

6.       What’s your favorite recipe? Oh man. Okay, i just checked my recipe-drive and these are the ones that i absolutely fucking love:

- Risotto with beetroot, spinach and goat’s cheese - Curry with brussel sprouts and other veggis - Tortillas with black beans, kale and chimichurri sauce - Quiche with brie and broccoli - Gnocchi with ricotta, spinach and pine nuts 

(i also just realised that the first four all contain cashews. i fucking love cashes)(also, cashews can be added to the gnocchi as well)(also soups. love soups)(pumpkin soup)(nommmm)

7.       What is your nightly routine? toilet - wipe off makeup - brush teeth - scroll through tumblr as i watch the clock get later and later - cry because i almost have to get up again

8.       Did you ever get in trouble at school? Not really, I was a good student.

9.       What book genre do you like the most? Fiction. But just so many kinds. I just like a good story.

10.   Is there a food that you can’t eat? Not like allergies, but I fucking hate peanut butter and everything that tastes even the tiniest bit like coffee. 

11.   What are your pet peeves? Okay, im a bitter person, so i have a lot, but here are some:

- Girls (and boys, but its mainly girls) that act like theyre stupid or incapable of doing something or just have a general attitude of ‘why do this thing when i can just ask for this cute boy’s help’ when i know damn well they can take care of it easily. FUCK. NOW IM RILED UP.  Honestly, girls that dumb themselves down in front of boys. I cant. I wanna punch them in the face. And the boys theyre trying to impress. YOU ARE BETTER THAN THIS!!! - this is not gonna be a list anymore, cause now im just angry about this

Im not gonna tag again, but thank you for tagging me ^^

[katrinawritesthings]

Jinki/Tae; Week Two (Part 1/3); PG

aka the moving day epilogue that somehow turned into three parts

aaka window shopping and gender problems and self-esteem issues ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

so tw for gender problems and also some mentions of past abuse

Key curls themself possessively around Taeyeon the second they walk into the hair salon and almost everyone starts clamoring to meet the babe they’ve heard so much about. After ten minutes Jinki is sent into the Hot Topic bathroom to check on them only to find Jonghyun pressing Taeyeon up against the wall and marking a new hickey into her neck. They all find Choi gently rubbing her shoulders through a panic attack in the caramel aisle of the chocolate store. Jinki finds his elbow being latched onto with small hands when her two datefriends start their usual bickering over which tacky knick-knacks to add to their collection this time.

Moving Day: 1-2-3-4

Week Two: 1-2-3

Extra Baggage: 1

“Mmmmm. Jinki.”

“Yes?”

“Are they here yet?”

“No.”

“Mmmmgh. What about now?”

“No.”

“Now?”

“Nope.”

“How about--”

“Jonghyun.”

“What?” Jonghyun hisses, slapping his hands down aggressively on the picnic table. Jinki cocks a brow at him from the other side.

“Chill,” he says, and Jonghyun huffs. It turns into a sigh, and then a groan, and then a tiny whine as Jonghyun deflates and rests his head on his hands.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles. “I’m just. Nervous.”

“I know, pup,” Jinki says, reaching over to pet Jonghyun’s head genty. “They’ll be here soon.” The only reason the others aren’t here yet is because Jonghyun made Jinki leave early this morning. They got to The Midpoint twenty minutes before they usually do, which is ten minutes before Choi and Key usually do. Jinki told him this would happen, and yet here they are anyway, Jonghyun twitchy and anxious for the first sign of the other three. Or, more specifically, for the first sign of Taeyeon. The other two he’s used to seeing more than once every who knows how long.

“It would help if you would, like, actually face the parking lot,” Jinki says, gesturing behind Jonghyun at the little group of cars on the other side of the big fountain. That’s where they all usually park before they eat and then walk around the outdoor mall every weekend. Jonghyun shakes his head and whines again.

“I’d be up every five seconds thinking I’d seen them,” he says. Jinki snorts. That is true. He continues petting Jonghyun’s hair, ruffling by his ears, running his fingers lightly over the floof that’s grown out from his undercut since the last time he got a trim. He would suggest getting another, but he knows that Jonghyun loves playing with it when it’s at this length the most. Next week he’ll offer to fix it up for him. For now he just watches the parking lot for Jonghyun, answering his less frequent but still often inquiries as to whether or not the other three are here yet.

It’s during one of those questions that a little leaf flutters down from a tree and falls into Jonghyun’s hair. Jinki looks down to pluck it out gently, humming a tired “no” to Jonghyun’s pouty voice. He flicks the leaf away and looks up again just in time to see Choi’s blue little prius pulling into a parking space.

Huh.

Key gets out from the back first, then Choi, and then Taeyeon, bright and bouncy in her dark clothes and looking around the place with wonder. Jinki smiles. She’s looking so much better from last week. He catches Choi and Key playing rock-paper-scissors for the job of carrying the sodas like usual; Key wins, like usual. They link their arm with Taeyeon and leave Choi there with a smug little smirk. Jinki lifts his arm to wave, laughing softly at the enthusiasm of Taeyeon’s return wave, and that’s when Jonghyun asks again.

“Are they here yet?” he says, voice small and muffled into his elbow. Jinki chooses not to reply as the other two get closer. He just lifts his free finger to his lips to let Key and Taeyeon know to be quiet when they approach. At his silence, Jonghyun wiggles. “Jinki?” he asks, and then raises his head with a little frown. “Are they--?” he frowns more and turns, just in time for Taeyeon to come to a stop right behind him. He pauses, looks up, and then shrieks.

“You’re here!” he exclaims, banging his knee three whole times trying to get off of the bench seat. He doesn’t even acknowledge it as he finally stands and throws his arms around Taeyeon’s neck. “You’re here, you’re here, you’re here, my lovely and wonderful little cantaloupe, mmmm.” He bounces in her arms and nuzzles her neck. She smiles, giddy and amused and so wide it threatens to break open her face, arms falling loosely around Jonghyun’s waist.

“I’m here,” she says, nuzzling the side of Jonghyun’s head.

“You’re here,” Jonghyun repeats in a whisper. He presses even closer with the happiest little noise. Taeyeon presses a kiss to his hair, turns her smile to Jinki and nods a greeting.

“Hey,” she says.

“Hey,” Jinki grins back. He says it again to Key, who waves back lazily. There’s a little sniffle from Taeyeon’s neck; Jinki rolls his eyes. Of course the little dingle is all emotional about it. Taeyeon laughs and leans back a fraction.

“Jonghyun,” she says incredulously, putting a finger under his chin. Jonghyun just leans up and kisses her in reply.

“I missed you so much,” he whispers. Jinki shakes his head fondly. Five more weeks like this, at least, if he’s following the same path he did with Choi. When Jonghyun pulls back from Taeyeon, he wipes his eyes and looks blearily around. “Gwi,” he mumbles, and shuffles over to hug them too. “I missed you too,” he squeaks, nuzzling them all over. Key pushes some of Jonghyun’s hair out of their face.

“Okay. Alright. You’re so strong for someone so small, holy shit,” they say, ruffling Jonghyun’s hair but also putting a hand on his wrist. “I missed you too, you fucking walnut.” Jonghyun squeezes them even tighter for a second before letting go.

“Sor--ooooohhhh,” he breathes. His apology is cut off midway by Choi strolling up, six pack of sodas in one hand and phone in the other. Jonghyun drifts to them, getting to his tiptoes to wrap around their neck instead. “Minho, my space, my love,” he sighs. “You’re so tall and good.” He trails off with more little compliments mumbled into Choi’s neck. Choi blinks at the sudden affection, but wraps an arm around Jonghyun’s waist anyway. They lean down to press a soft kiss to his cheek, then whisper something that Jinki can’t catch into his ear. Whatever it is, it has Jonghyun humming long again and burying his pink face in their chest.

“Oh my god,” he whispers. Choi smirks and pushes him gently to sit back down. They sit on his right, Taeyeon sinking down on his left. Jonghyun immediately wraps his arms around her waist and nuzzles her shoulder, smile as big as his face. “You’re here,” he whispers again. Jinki snorts as he reaches for one of the orange sodas that Choi brought over. Key does as well, and takes a seat next to Jinki like usual.

“I never thought he could get even more mushy,” they say, nudging his side. Jinki snorts again in agreement. It’s cute, though.

“Is he like this every week?” Taeyeon asks, swirling her fingers through the floof at the back of Jonghyun’s head. She looks exasperated already, like she can’t believe her boyfriend is so emotional about this. Jinki can absolutely believe it.

“You get used to it,” Key shrugs. Jinki nods. This is just the tip of the iceberg.

“Imagine living with him full time,” he says, and grins when Jonghyun looks up to shoot him a little glare.

“Living with me is a delight,” he grumbles. Jinki reaches over to boop his nose.

“It is,” he agrees. An emotional, weepy delight. “Real talk, though,” he says, “he’s not really always. He’s just happy to see you.”

“Soooo happy,” Jonghyun sighs. Taeyeon sighs back in a fond way and lets her arm fall around his waist. One of Jonghyun’s hands reaches behind him to pap around for Choi’s hand, which he finds and holds tightly as well. “You too, Minjunggie,” he hums. Between two of his babes, he looks like the happiest clam in the world. It makes Jinki smile to see.

“Food?” Taeyeon asks then, one little hand creeping towards the picnic basket Jinki and Jonghyun brought. Jinki nods. He tugs it over and opens it up.

“Peanut butter cracker sandwiches and oranges and parfaits,” he says, taking each little bundle out. He and Jonghyun spent a lot of time on those parfaits and they need to be appreciated. Taeyeon swipes an orange greedily before anyone else can reach for anything and wiggles her thumbnail into the peel to get it off. Jinki watches her with interest as he pulls a few cracker sandwiches closer himself.

“So how was your first week of freedom?” he asks, wiggling his fingers for emphasis. “You doing okay?” She’s been texting him on and off all week, filling his phone with sparkly emojis and memes at two in the morning, but he wants details straight from her mouth. Jonghyun nuzzles her as well, nodding in agreement with Jinki’s question. The smile that she gives both of them is positively radiant.

“Every passing second only brings me closer to the dark void of my parents discovering me and I’ve had nightmares every night this week and if I’m left alone with my thoughts for more than five minutes I start having a panic attack and I am never no less than one vaguely familiar face in a crowd away from a breakdown at any given time,” she says. “But besides all of that, I’m fucking fantastic.” Her eyes sparkle with light and wonder even as Jonghyun makes a worried noise and rubs at her chest.

“I wanted an afternoon snack the other day and I just… got up and got one and no one judged me,” she says. “Two days ago I told Choi I didn’t want to be around people and they left me alone?” She runs her fingers through her hair in disbelief. “I dropped a piece of popcorn on the floor one time and Gwiboonie didn’t even? Say anything?”

“Not true,” Key says. A tiny smile is tugging up their lips. “I called you cute and touched your butt when you bent over to pick it up.”

“Yeah, but,” Taeyeon says, a soft laugh falling from her lips. “You didn’t, like, scoff at me, or mutter under your breath about how incompetent I am, or sigh really passive-aggressively for the next hour, or… anything normal.”

“That’s not….” Jinki says slowly. That’s not normal behavior at all. But, he knows that Taeyeon knows that. It’s just what was normal for her. He covers himself with a smile before he’s silent for so long that it’s noticed. “That’s not a bad first week,” he grins. Taeyeon nods brightly, cheeks all round and eyes little crescents. Adorable.

“And today,” she says, “Choi says they’re gonna get me a new laptop so I don’t have to keep sharing Gwiboonie’s.” She looks positively giddy as she eats her first slice of orange. Jinki gasps softly. Nice. She needs that privacy to be her own. And this means that Jinki will have an excuse to watch all of the cool little marble slide machines in the electronics store while they’re looking. Extra nice.

The rest of their picnic brunch is nice as well, full of talks and giggles and catching up. Even with Taeyeon’s new presence it feels just as familiar as usual. She fits right in next to Jonghyun, across from Key, an easy lean’s distance from Choi, and an arm’s reach away from giving Jinki a high five for every shitty pun they come up with together. Her laughter is breathy and her additions thoughtful and Jinki has no problem seeing her become a regular fixture in their group.

When they finish their meal, Jinki takes the picnic stuff to his car and then strolls back to their table. The other four are all fixing themselves up to start their usual walk up and down the street, slipping in and out of shops, grabbing snacks, spending time with each other. Jonghyun is pressed firmly against Taeyeon’s side with Choi’s arm around his waist; Jinki shares an amused look with Key. Neither of them are getting their cute datefriends today. He finds it hard to be disappointed at the loss of one day out of a whole week and just stuffs his hands into his pockets, rocking back and forth on his toes.

“Where to first?” he asks. He waits for Jonghyun and Choi to start disagreeing and prepares himself to be the conflict solver like usual since Key can’t make a choice to save their ass; what happens instead is Taeyeon lifts her free hand to rub her ear.

“I wanna get my ears pierced,” she says thoughtfully. Key gasps dramatically; Jonghyun’s eyes grow wide and excited. Taeyeon glances between both of them with a sheepish little smile. “Like, I think,” she says quietly. “One, two… maybe three.” She pokes her lobe, then a little further up, and then in the upper conch of her ear. At that one, Jonghyun hisses.

“I don’t know,” he mumbles. “That’s more complicated than a helix and I took my helix out after a while because it was too much trouble.” He rubs the top of his ear worriedly. Jinki nods. He remembers that, the whining, the soreness, the even less sleep. It wasn’t worth the cute spheres of color in the tops of his ears. Key scoffs, though, and shakes their head.

“A helix isn’t a conch,” they say. “Mine really wasn’t that bad, Tae. It was really fun while I had it.” While they had it. That was years ago, if Jinki is remembering correctly. Before they even knew Taeyeon. The little pink unicorns in their ears were cute, yeah, but Jinki can’t even see the little hole scars anymore.

“Yeah, why don’t you still have it then?” Jonghyun snoots, like he was having the same thoughts as Jinki. Key huffs again.

“Because my style changed and I got the forward helix instead,” they say defensively. Jinki snorts at their tone. That’s totally shady.

“Okay, well,” Jinki says before Jonghyun can snoot back. “She can get the lobe piercings first and then think more about the conch until next week.” Funny how even with a clear destination he’s still the conflict guy. He likes it. It’s familiar. “Right, Taeyeon?” he asks, nudging her side for help. She glances at him, glances between the other two, and grins, amused.

“Yeah,” she agrees. “I wanted to see how I felt about the two lobes before I got another one anyway.” She lets her arm fall back around Jonghyun’s shoulders and ruffles the very top of his head to soothe his grumpy comment before it even comes out of his mouth. Jinki can visibly see him relax and raises a brow at Choi, who’s smiling a smug little grin themself. Of course they taught her that trick immediately.

“Good idea,” Key agrees with a shrug. After a moment of an unsure hum, Jonghyun shrugs as well.

“Yeah,” he concedes. “So, either way. To Amber’s!” He points down the sidewalk as dramatically as his voice and starts a march, tugging Taeyeon with him and trying to tug Choi; Choi stays rooted and grabs his sleeve collar. Jonghyun stops and turns with a little frown. “What?” he asks. Choi just points behind them with their thumb, towards the opposite end of the mall.

“Wrong way,” Jinki hums, Key smothering a snort into the back of their hand. Jonghyun kind of just stands there for a moment, squinting down the road, glancing behind him, catching all of their amused eyes and quickly looking away. Then he takes a brave breath and immediately starts marching the right way.

“To Amber’s!” he says again, with even more bravado this time. Taeyeon’s loud laughter leads their group down the sidewalk.

At Amber’s, Jonghyun pulls the door open and flounces into the parlor, swinging Taeyeon’s hand up high.

“Hello, we are here,” he sings, twirling himself into Taeyeon’s chest and wrapping her arms around him with fluttery eyelashes. Jinki shakes his head fondly as he holds the door open for the other two. He’s so dramatic. Taeyeon giggles into his hair, though, and squeezes him closer. At one of the chairs, Luna looks up from inking a design into someone’s forearm; she smiles bright and waves a greeting at them before turning back to her work. Behind the counter, Amber lets out a short bark of laughter.

“Another one?” they ask, propping their chin in their hand and looking Taeyeon up and down. Taeyeon looks away shyly but Jonghyun nods eagerly, tugging her up to the desk and nuzzling her shoulder.

“My sweet and lovely and marvelous little sugar plum,” he beams. “Taeyeonnie. The cutest girlfriend in the world.” He bounces on his toes and presses a little kiss to the pink of Taeyeon’s cheek while Taeyeon hisses an embarrassed “oh my fucking god” into her hand. Amber snorts, reaching over to muss up Jonghyun’s hair.

“Obviously that’s a lie,” they say. “When the cutest girlfriend in the world is actually over there.” They point with their thumb at Luna, who takes a second between switching ink colors to throw Amber a thankful wink. Jonghyun huffs, turning up his nose in mock offense. Key slips behind Taeyeon and rests their chin on her shoulder with a smug little smile.

“She’s mine too,” they hum, wrapping their arm around her waist. Taeyeon looks warmed by their quiet affection, her hand coming to cover theirs on her stomach. Amber shakes their head fondly.

“Well, is she just here to meet me or did you actually want something?” they ask, cocking a brow when they speak directly to Taeyeon. Taeyeon starts, blinks, smooths away a flustered grin with the back of her hand.

“I, uh,” she says. “I wanna get my ears pierced.” She taps the two spots on her right lobe to demonstrate. “Here and here.”

“And only there, for now,” Jinki adds before any bickering starts up again. He comes up to rest his chin on Jonghyun’s head with a lazy smile that Amber grins back at. He knows that they know how these two can get about their tiny disagreements.

“Okay, well,” they say. “Take her to pick out which starter rings she wants, and I’ll get a chair ready. Regular price but I’ll knock off five bucks because she’s cute.” They give Taeyeon a quick wink that has her suddenly smiling with much more confidence even as Key huffs and tugs her closer possessively. Jinki turns to find the wall of simple ear jewelry, joining Choi in their search for cute colors.

Fifteen minutes and some of the usual gossip later, they all step out of the parlor and back into the sidewalk. Taeyeon actually has six new piercings: three in each lobe, all letters, all black with silver outlines. Two Js, two Ks, and two Cs. Every time Jinki sees the letter he shares with Jonghyun he has to fight to keep his smile from getting too big for his face.

They go to the scarf shop next. They go to the sock store, the baking store, the sweet factory, the tacky tourist knick-knack shop; they pull Taeyeon into every building and show her every little thing that they’ve picked up on over the years they’ve spent together here. They take her everywhere and she soaks it all up, eager to learn everything she’s been missing out on for so long.

Choi beckons her to the back of the third shelf of the baking store to show her the rows of flower cookie cutters, the leaf-themed measuring set, the entire section of cute plant things. Jinki shows her his favorite little hidey spot in the back of the half-price bookstore where they can smush themselves into piles of beanbag chairs and read in comfort. Key stays firmly rooted on the ground but guides her up the sprawling treehouses in the middle plaza just to take far too many pics on their phone. Jonghyun tugs her all around the grunge clothes shop and picks out a whole outfit from everything that he’s been dying to see her in for years.

Key curls themself possessively around Taeyeon the second they walk into the hair salon and almost everyone starts clamoring to meet the babe they’ve heard so much about. After ten minutes Jinki is sent into the Hot Topic bathroom to check on them only to find Jonghyun pressing Taeyeon up against the wall and marking a new hickey into her neck. They all find Choi gently rubbing her shoulders through a panic attack in the caramel aisle of the chocolate store. Jinki finds his elbow being latched onto with small hands when her two datefriends start their usual bickering over which tacky knick-knacks to add to their collection this time.

It’s all of these little things, little moments, quick interactions, that pull Taeyeon closer to them. The plan for today, besides hanging out and window shopping like usual, was to make Taeyeon feel as included into their group as humanly possible. Jinki thinks they’ve done that and more. Right now, as they’re walking over the cobbled street, Taeyeon closes her eyes and leans her head on Key’s shoulder, smiling softly at the sun as she lets them lead her. Right now Jinki thinks she feels more welcome and more cared for and more loved than she ever has before. He’s proud.

“Tired?” Key asks softly, the fondest smile on their lips as they brush a strand of Taeyeon’s hair out of her face. Taeyeon hums, nuzzling Key’s shoulder. They walk under the shadow of a small tree and she blinks her eyes open to smile at it.

“Hungry,” she murmurs.

“Adorable,” Jonghyun pouts, taking her hand and bringing it back to kiss her fingers. She laughs softly and runs her fingers through his hair, then leans back even further to look at Jinki and Choi.

“Hi,” she smiles, poking Jinki gently and wiggling her finger at Choi. Jinki grins, poking her finger back.

“Hey,” he says. Choi reaches over and boops her nose. She giggles, turning back to nuzzle Key.

“Hungry, Gwiboonie,” she says again. Key pets her hair and points a few stores up the sidewalk in the direction they’re already walking on.

“Lunch is just up there,” they say. The other three nod. It’s been a few hours and it’s getting close to their usual lunchtime anyway. Jinki’s stomach is getting kind of rumbly. “Oh, but,” Key says, more loud than the gentle murmur voice they’ve been using. They slow but don’t stop, easing themself out of Taeyeon’s hold and looking shifty. “Lunch is, um,” they say. “We split up for lunch.” They look between the other three for help explaining; Jinki nods, remembering the little detail suddenly.

“You’re gonna have lunch with just me and Choi, Taeyeon,” he says putting a hand on her shoulder and squeezing gently. Choi puts their hand on her other shoulder invitingly as well. Taeyeon looks conflicted; pleased at the thought of lunch with the two of them but confused as to why she can’t eat with her babes too.

“Why, um,” she says slowly. “Why?”

“It’s just a thing Gwi and I need,” Jonghyun says, curling his arm around Jinki’s elbow. “Just, the two of us, us time. To talk about shit alone. You know?” Jinki nods, glancing at Choi as he does so. It’s their alone time as well, though for them it’s usually spent chilling in silence in the music store. It’s still just as important as what Jonghyun and Key do together.

“I… oh,” Taeyeon says. “I mean. Okay.” She chews on her bottom lip for a second, then shakes her head and then nods firmly. “Yeah, I’m good,” she says. She waves off any concerns before they get voiced. “Makes sense.” She nods again, as if to reassure everyone that she’s good. Jonghyun smiles and takes her hand again to kiss. “Oh, but, um,” she says suddenly. This time it’s her that wiggles her hand away and looks shifty. “It’s… there, right?” she asks, pointing at the little coffee shop just ahead of them now.

“Mmhmm,” Jonghyun hums.

“Okay, well, then, before that,” Taeyeon says, and comes to a slow stop right at the edge of the building. “Um.” She looks around at all of them, swallows, shakes her head, and moves passed Key to lean up against the wall. “Um,” she says again. Jonghyun leans up next to her, Choi on her other side, both radiating calm. Jinki steps closer as well so he’s next to Key and not blocking people on the sidewalk.

“Take your time,” Choi signs. Taeyeon squints at their hands; they sign it again, slower this time, and she nods, understanding.

“Yeah, um. Um.” She runs her fingers through her hair and takes several deep breaths. Key takes her hand to hold and Jonghyun starts petting her hair instead. After another moment, she takes a deeper, more steady breath. “I don’t… think… she is working for me,” she mumbles. She looks up with nervous eyes. “Like… the pronouns, or, being called a girl.”

“Ooohhh, babe,” Key says gently. They cup Taeyeon’s face with their free hand and rub their thumb over Taeyeon’s cheekbone soothingly. “That’s okay, it’s nothing to feel guilty about.” They fix Taeyeon’s bangs and tuck a longer piece of hair away. “Do you want us to use ‘they,’ at least until we figure this out?” they ask. “Is ‘Taeyeon’ still okay for now?” Taeyeon swallows thickly.

“I think… yeah, okay,” they say. Jinki leans up against the wall beside Jonghyun.

“Is it because you’re not used to them?” Jonghyun asks. “Or because they just feel wrong?” He holds their hand in both of his, squeezing gently. “Because, when I first started using ‘he’ and everything, it took me a while to get used to it. And I thought I was faking, or, like, not trans enough, because I kept misgendering myself and accidentally deadnaming myself, and… yeah.” Jinki puts a comforting hand on his waist. He remembers that. It was a tougher time for Jonghyun more than anyone else. Taeyeon hums uncertainly, staring at the ground between everyone’s shoes.

“They feel wrong,” they say firmly. Then they look up with hesitant eyes. “But,” they say. “Yesterday, they felt so right.” They rub their cheeks with their free hand and a heavy sigh. Ahh. That kind of makes sense to Jinki.

“Didn't you say,” he starts, “you felt like you were genderfluid?” He’s not the fluid kind of nonbinary himself, but he feels like that’s one of the ways it can work.

“I mean,” Taeyeon says. “I’m not sure?” They sigh heavily and lean their head against Key’s shoulder. When they start mumbling to the ground Jinki shuffles forward more to hear better. “I don’t know, like, before it would always either be just. Varying degrees between ‘yeah, I guess I’m kind of a dude right now’ and ‘holy shit I am not a fucking dude at all.’ And I always just assumed that ‘not a boy’ meant ‘a girl’ because, I don’t know, twenty-three years of crushing cisnormativity and extremely limited face-to face gender experimentation? Or whatever. And I always wanted to feel, like, pretty and cute and she pronouns always sounded so nice in theory, so I figured I just floated between, like, demiboy and girl, but now, I don’t… know.

“Like… I still wanna be cute and pretty,” Taeyeon says. “And I definitely felt like a girl earlier. But now I don’t. I don’t wanna--I’m not a girl. Right now. And, like, yeah, I guess that makes sense that I’m fluid and I just… fluided away from that gender feel, but… Now I don’t know what I am.” That last part comes out as a distressed whine. Jonghyun coos a quiet noise into their hair, mumbles little sweet nothings meant to soothe rather than actually advise. Taeyeon groans quietly and leans back to rest their head against the wall. “I’m not a girl,” they mumble. “And I know she pronouns aren’t girl pronouns and all of that but. They still feel like it and they feel wrong. I can’t, like, make the disconnect in my brain. And I’ve been thinking, since the clothes shop, and, like. He pronouns don’t feel right either. Neither do they, really, and neither do, like, any that I can think of off of the top of my head.” They raise their hands to their head to grip and tug their hair lightly.

“All of it feels… just... wrong,” they whine. “She feels like I’m calling myself a girl. They, ve, it, xir, spivak, ne, no pronouns… all of these feel like. Like I’m saying that my gender right now is neutral, or agender, or, just, that it is something that I can define. Like, that’s what they’re linked to in my brain.” They rub their forehead with a sigh. “Every time I think of them I think of just. Screenshots of trans resource websites given to me on off-record chats to study in secret with lists of gender-neutral pronouns. But I’m not that. I’m not neutral. And I know that any pronouns can be used for any gender, but I can’t just stop feeling how they make me feel. I can’t unlearn that shit in a week. And it doesn’t even matter if none of them match what I feel if I don’t even know what I feel like in the first place.”

“I’m not making any sense,” they sigh after all of that. Their close their eyes, breathing slowly towards the sky. Choi squeezes their shoulder comfortingly.

“Yeah,” Jinki mumbles in agreement. He gets some of it, but not all, and there are technicalities and details and questions that he’s sure they don’t have the slightest idea how to explain. “But, uh,” he says quickly, when Key shoots him an incredulous little glare and he realizes he’s taken too long to follow up. “Look,” he says, dropping his chin onto Jonghyun’s shoulder. “You can’t even figure this shit out for yourself. You don’t need to explain it all to us.”

“Ye,” Jonghyun says, voice small. “We don’t need to understand to help.”

“It took me six years to figure my gender stuff out completely,” Choi signs after tapping Taeyeon’s shoulder for attention. Jinki nods. Good point. That was a whole long process and Jinki had only been there for a little more than half of it.

“Do you wanna sit here and brainstorm for a little bit?” Key asks gently. Taeyeon looks at all of them, gratitude in their eyes but defeat in their frown.

“I want… to not deal with this,” they mumble. “It’s too stressful, can I just.” They shake their head and rub their hands over their face. “Can I just say my gender is leaf for now?” they ask. “I wanna be a leaf. I wanna be cute and fluttery and smell nice and… not have to have an existential gender crisis on my first weekend out with my new family.” They move their hands to settle on their cheeks. “I can do that, right?” they ask hesitantly.

“Absolutely you can do that,” Key says firmly. They cover Taeyeon’s hands with theirs. “Your gender is whatever the fuck makes you feel comfortable.”

“Being a leaf makes me feel comfortable,” Taeyeon mumbles. “Leaf… leaf gender, no… no pronouns. Or--fuck, leaf pronouns. Or… petal? Hrm.” They wiggle Key’s hands off and play with their fingers, twisting and squeezing. “Petals are cute. Petal...self. Pet--petself? No, that’s. Mmm. Petal… something feels off.”

“Two syllables?” Jinki suggests. He knows Taeyeon was talking to themself there, but that’s what feels off to him. He’s used to one syllable pronouns and two syllables feel weird in his mouth without a little time to get used to them first. Taeyeon gasps, snaps dramatically, and points at him.

“That’s it,” they say. Then they pout. “Dang,” they say. Jinki exhales softly in amusement.

“So….” Choi signs, hand drifting into Taeyeon’s line of view. “None or leaf for you?” they ask.

“Did that mean leaf?” Taeyeon asks, watching Choi’s hands drop. “The sign for that is so cute, oh my god,” they whisper, eyes round. Choi pauses, then grins, even smugger than usual. “I wanna use leaf pronouns, yeah,” Taeyeon says, an actual smile finally starting to pull up leafs lips as leaf turns to the rest of them. Jonghyun hums, a happy noise, and presses a little kiss to leafs cheek.

“My beautiful and adorable little foliage basket,” he chirps. Taeyeon makes a soft noise and covers leafs face with a hand.

“Fuckie,” leaf whispers, clenching leafs hand tightly in front of leafself. “What was it you called me before?” leaf asks, lowering leafs hand to take Jonghyun’s and squeeze it. “Plum blossom? Peach blossom?”

“Sugar plum,” Jonghyun corrects.

“Oh,” Taeyeon says. Leaf puffs up leafs lips for a second. “Can you call me Peach Blossom anyway?” leaf asks. “Or, Peach. Like, as a name.” Leafs hand squeezes and lets go of Jonghyun’s several times, leafs other hand clenching on air at leafs side. “Taeyeon and Taemin and even just Tae feel too… like....” Leaf trails off with a puff of breath, a frustrated frown at the ground.

“Gendered?” Key offers.

“Yeah,” Taeyeon says, perking up. “I know they’re not, technically, but, like. They are.” Leaf mumbles that part awkwardly but everyone still nods. Knowing something and feeling it are two vastly different things that they all understand. “Peach blossoms, though,” Taeyeon says. “They’re really cute flowers. And not associated with gender in any way in my brain. And peaches taste so good.” Leaf kind of stares off into space as leaf says that, teeth digging into leafs bottom lip. Jinki shrugs.

“I don’t know,” he says. He could never bring himself to like them. “They have a weird texture on the inside.”

“Listen, if you bit into me I’m sure I would have a weird texture on the inside too,” Taeyeon says, reaching over to poke him with a cocked brow. Jinki snorts, letting it turn into surprised laughter against Jonghyun’s shirt. Holy shit.

“I mean, good point,” he says. That is a very true statement. “Peach Blossom it is.”

“Peach Blossom,” Jonghyun repeats, nuzzling the name into Peach’s neck.

“Peach Blossom,” Choi signs fondly. They all turn to look at Key; Key rolls their eyes but can’t hide a smile.

“I’m not saying it a fourth time in a row,” they say. “But, hey.” They fix Peach’s hair, straighten leafs collar, and smooth out leafs jacket. “You’re cute.”

“Oh.” Peach grins, smiles, beams, hides it behind leaf’s fist. “Thanks.” Leaf straightens up, looks around at everyone, and takes a deep, steadying breath. “I’m still hungry,” they announce.

There’s a short pause; then Jinki snorts very unattractively and giggles into Jonghyun’s shoulder. Choi chuckles as well, a blessing of a sound, and Key shakes their head fondly. Jonghyun clings to Peach’s arm and nuzzles a little smile into leafs neck.

“Okay then,” he says. “Lunchtime.” He slips a hand up to the back of Peach’s head to tug leaf into a slow kiss, and then another, and then two more before Jinki rolls his eyes and pulls him away before they just start making out in the middle of the sidewalk. He saw Peach’s hand creeping down to touch the butt. Jonghyun blushes but licks his lips and keeps his hand linked with Peach’s. “Um,” he says, feeling around with his other hand for Key’s wrist. “See you in a bit?” His voice rises like he’s not sure how to do this thing that he’s never done before. Jinki pats his shoulder and moves so he can stand with Choi on Peach’s other side.

“Have a nice lunch,” he says. Choi nods and puts their hands on Peach’s shoulders pleasantly. Peach glances back at both of them, then at leafs two datefriends, and nods.

“Yeah, um,” leaf says. “Yeah.”

“Okay,” Key says, taking Jonghyun’s hand and wiggling his other away from Peach’s. “Bye babe, and other babes.” They wave at all three of them; Jinki waves back pleasantly.

“Goodbye, my three loves,” Jonghyun says, a pout on his lips as Key tugs him firmly into the coffee shop. Jinki watches them walk up to the counter through the glass, amused at how Jonghyun immediately clings to Key’s arm for comfort. He should have known the lunchtime split would have been emotional today.

“They’re so good,” Peach whispers. Jinki looks at leaf; Choi does as well, and they share a grin over leafs head.

“You’re good,” he says, and Choi boops leafs nose. Leaf smiles sheepishly and rubs leafs nose, turning to fully face the both of them. It hits Jinki suddenly that his last solo interaction with Peach was an awkward hug and some bumbling on his part. He’s more comfortable now than he was then, but he’s still thankful that Choi is going to be with them.

“So,” Peach says slowly, biting leafs lip. “If they have lunch in there, then where do we go?” Leaf gestures at the coffee shop with one hand and then around the rest of the mall with another. Jinki grins and takes leafs shoulders to gently face leaf across the street.

“We go there,” he says, pointing directly across. “And then there.” He points at the shop right next to the first. “Ice cream and then muffins.” He wiggles his eyebrows as Peach slowly inflates with a soft gasp, hands rising to squish leafs cheeks.

“Nice,” leaf whispers. Jinki grins and takes leafs arm to lead leaf towards the little crossing point. Choi scoots ahead of them, faces them, glances behind themself, and then continues to walk backwards with a wide smile.

“We’ll get your laptop after,” they sign. “And then we meet up with them at the arcade.”

“At the….” Peach says slowly, focusing on Choi’s hand as they finger spell the word out instead. “Arc… there’s an arcade?” Leaf hisses, whipping to Jinki for confirmation. Jinki nods and points back across the street and just a block down where the arcade is, doors open and colorful lights twinkling.

“Oh my god,” Peach breathes. “This is the best day of my life.” Leaf practically drags Jinki to the ice cream shop in leafs excitement but Jinki can’t find it in himself to mind. He’s just glad that he’s a part of this day.

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My Reaction to “Gotham” S1E15

AN:  I managed to record my reactions to this episode and hopefully I can transcribe what I said into this post.

He [Gerald] has a very green eye!

[Thunder Rumbling]

That... is a lot... of rosaries

Oh no, the electricity went out.  Looks like somebody’s gonna die!

Was that a growl?

“Hello?”  *singing to the tune of “Animal Mystery Song” from Zoboomafoo”*  Who could it be?  This murderer whomst I don’t see?  Can you help me guess this- there he is....

Whoa....

Fight Club!

Craaaaap!

*Fish almost gets jumped by two rapists*  Craaaaaaapp...

“Here's a promise, boys.  The first of you to come at me will die like *snap* that.  The second will die slow.  So, boys, who's first?“  Oooohhh!

*snaps fingers*

And it’s snowing!

Oh did they [Jim and Lee] go on a date this time?

I like the blue lighting on the bridge in the background behind them [Jim and Lee]

“What about the bedroom?”  “The bedroom I [Lee] think you'd [Jim] like.”  “Yeah? Taxi!“  Hahaha!

“I'm [Lee] coming to work at the GCPD.  I'm you're new medical examiner.“  Oh yay!

:D

*absolutely squicks out when Gerald starts using a meat grinder* 

I mean, I’m used to gore, but I don ‘t like when machines are involved!  EEEUUUGGHHH!!

Craaap, does he inject it in Jonathan?  Does he use Jonathan as a test subject?  God... man...

*Gerald injects himself with the fear toxin*  Ohhhh, nevermind!

What’s his [Gerald’s] fear?

*imitates Alfred saying “Master Bruce”*

[Bruce] Hug!  Alfred!

Hug!  Alfred!  Come on!

“Maroni will surely try and kill me [Oswald].”  “Yes.  The lamps should go.“  *snorts*

“I can have the club?  It's mine?“  *cups hands around mouth*  Call it the Iceberg Lounge!

“As for Maroni, leave him to me [Falcone].“  Mmmm... interesante...

“Office romance always ends in tears.  Tears!  “It's not gonna be like that.  Trust me [Jim].“  Season 3, buddy, Season 3.

Bruuuce, what are you doing?

“See, Gerald had a theory that fear was an evolutionary flaw in humans.  War, rape, theft, murder It was all caused by fear.“  Really?

“Gerald wasn't trying to prove he was right about fear.  He was trying to cure himself of it.“  Why?

Crane developed protocols for two inoculations, himself and somebody else Subject B.”  “Ooh! I wonder who that is!”  Subject B... it’s Jonathan!  It has to be the son!

Why do they [Gerald and Jonathan] live in a dilapidated house?

So, he’s [Gerald] using the hormones... to get over his fear...OK...

Oh, he’s trying to adjust to it [his fear]... so that he can conquer it.  OK...

“Are you ready, Jonathan?  Are you ready, son?“  Nooooo!

Take these [invitations] to everybody on the list.  But not this one.  This one I [Oswald] want to deliver in person.“  Ohhh, he’s gonna invite his mom...

The guy who plays Mace looks really familar... I don’t know why.  It’s definitely the eyes...

AN:  Babs Olusanmokun also played one of the members of the Hand in “The Defenders”

Noooo, he’s [Oswald] gonna deliver it [the invitation] to Jiiimm!!

What the hell, Oswald?

I like this music actually

“What I want, the poor have, the rich need, and if you eat it you'll die.“  Nothing!

“Are you [Ed] asking me [Oswald] a riddle?”  Yes he is.

“Did you know that male emperor penguins keep their eggs warm by balancing them on their feet?   Isn't that neat?“  *actually takes a moment to snicker into her sleeve*

“Nice to meet you [Ed], sir.  Keep moving.“  You guys are gonna have a really weird history coming up so...

“It's good to see you [Jim], old friend.“  ‘Old friend?’ He has the audacity to call Jim ‘old friend?’

“I [Jim] don’t want you [Oswald] coming here.”  Oooohhh, yes!  Make him leave!  Yes!

“[Jim] One day soon, you'll need my help.”  “You'll come to me [Oswald].”  True!  Season 2!

Seriously, someone give Oswald a cane or something.

*Jim throws Oswald’s invitation in the trash*  Ohhh!

[Gerald] YOU’RE WASTING HALF YOUR STUFF WHEN YOU *mimics using syringe*

What’s he [Jonathan] see?  What does he see?!?

I like the natural lighting that they use on this scene with Bruce in the woods

*Bruce falls down a hill in the woods*  Crap!

That is a lovely house!

“He's the meanest son of a mother bitch in the courthouse.“  Son of a mother bitch... ‘son of a mother bitch’ was an insult that I literally just heard on this show.

What’s Jonathan scared of?

Oh, he [Jonathan] running.  He’s running!

Scarecrow!

Wait, what if Jonathan isn’t afraid of anything but something happens here:  then he becomes afraid of scarecrows, like the one right behind him!

What’s he [Jonathan] scared of?  Which is gonna soon be scarecrows but c’mon!  What- what is it?

*Bruce starts climbing up the hill with a sprained ankle*  Where’s your backpack?

There ya go.

I don’t think a stick is gonna help, bud.

*Mace starts hitting on Fish*  Ooohhh, bad idea....

*Fish slices Mace’s throat*  Ooooohhhh!!!

What’s he [Gerald] doing?

*Gerald gives Jonathan a full syringe of fear toxin*  Noooooooo!!!

*gasps when Gerald gets shot*

“It's all right, son! It's all right!“  *clutches chest and groans* 

They need to get him [Bruce] a dog!  Where’s Ace the Bat-hound?

“Hello there, Master Bruce.”  Freaking Alfred!

“Thanks for your help.”  “Yeah, I [Alfred] never got you [Bruce] down there, you know.“  *trying not to laugh*  Alfred!

“Well, Alfred, we can only stay if you think you can handle it.”  “If I can handle it?  Mate, this place is positively cushy compared to some of the places I've slept at.  Cup of tea, you cheeky monkey?“  :)

“Expensive stuff.  Let me see.”  Break the bottle!  He [Maroni] gonna break the bottle!

Drink ALL THE BOOZE!

*Bruce and Alfred watch the sunrise*  Oh, that’s lovely...

“I’ll [Lee] be discreet.”  Discreet works!

Hahaha, he’s [Jim] like *makes frustrated noises*

“All right, everyone gather around!”  *starts singing “Score Tonight” from “Grease 2″*

“My eyes!  They took my eyes!”  *bug eyes*

Whoooo the heck is this?

“Jonathan's brain activity shows he's in a constant state of intense terror.”  “How long until this goes away?”  “Well that's just the thing, Detective.  We can't be certain it ever will.“  *sighs*

“Imagine the thing you fear most in the world.  Imagine that it's all you see.  Every waking hour.“  Poor freaking kid...

*Jonathan starts hallucinating scarecrows* OOOOHHHHH!!!

WHhAAAAAAATTT?!?

YO, OH MY GOD!

*boogies out to ending theme*

Oh my God!  And we don’t get to see him [Jonathan] until Season 4!  Man!