#I was mortified when I learned that there was a person still in the car when it exploded

[cartersblogabtnothing]

my friend and i were talking about plushies, so i had a thought about what kind of toys the bat boys would own:

bruce grew up being raised by alfred, who was a proper british man (probably idk) so i think he’d play with weird model trains and planes for no reason. thomas probably got him started on it, and it was probably one of the only things bruce and alfred really connected on. he still has them scattered around the cave or the house, but the kids assume they’re thomas’ and not bruce’s.

dick was a circus boy, so i’m a firm believer in the fact that he’d own homemade plushies or claw machine plushies and toys. cheap but durable, all of them are stained and disgusting but he keeps them around because they remind him of his mom and his dad. now, as an adult, he collects figurines. like funko pop’s! he has a collection in his main safe house in ‘haven and sometimes wally drops in to add a new one for fun.

jason didn’t have much growing up, so whatever he did have was dirty and falling apart because his father got it from the trash or it was found in some bag from the thrift store or a donation center. he specifically liked warhammer and dnd, they were cheap and no kid really liked either of them so he got new figurines and rulebooks to learn. he still has them to this day, but they’re just for display. he doesn’t collect any other toys outside of the ones the kids in the Alley give him, which he loves and adores just as much.

tim had everything growing up, being the kid of two archeologists with endless money would do that to a person. so, he grew up with the latest figurine or toy car or hammer — typical “boy” stuff his parents swore up and down their kid loved, even when he didn’t. he preferred the weird looking plushies he’d get from his nannie’s or drivers, he’d name them and give them genders and sometimes he’d talk to them and pretended they talked back to feel a little less alone. he still has the collection, and he still talks to them and remembers their names and genders he made up. sometimes he adds to the collection, sometimes he shares them. he loves his stuffies like he’d love his own child — like his parents should’ve loved him, but failed to.

(alternatively, i also think he’d get awful lego sets and spend hours taking them apart just to put them back together. it kept his brain and hands occupied so he couldn’t think about how alone he truly was.)

damian wasn’t allowed trivial things such as toys while under his grandfather’s thumb, let alone something of comfort like a stuffed animal or whatever it is drake keeps so close to his chest. the only toys damian was allowed were voodoo dolls that he still isn’t 100% sure were faulty or not. after moving in with his father, he was given more leeway with the things he enjoyed in his leisure time. he still thought toys were ridiculous, but after jon had won him an ugly looking unicorn stuffed animal… damian… opened up to the possibility of toys. he began collecting a very small amount of them, discreetly of course. then he found out about justice league action figures, and began collecting them too. discreetly. he couldn’t let the rest of the family know. that would be mortifying.

(they all know, but they’re far too scared of the possibility that damian might get rid of his toys if they mention it. he deserves to be a child for once and if that meant keeping their mouths shut, so be it.)

duke grew up on “the wrong side of the tracks” but his family wasn’t dirt poor. sometimes he got new toys when he didn’t need a new pair of shoes or his hair redone, but most of the time they were hand me downs or dirty action figures he found in Goodwill or sketchy thrift stores. he didn’t keep any of them, mainly because they fell apart within the year, but also because they were bittersweet to look at after what happened to his parents. now he prefers to collect things like merchandise rather than toys. things like shirts or keychains or posters. he has one or two mini figurines, but he doesn’t keep them on display. they’re just there. posters and stickers are his personal favorite because they’re not permanent, they can be moved and stuck around wherever he wished. he liked that. the control it gave him.

(the control he lacked over his parents, over what the joker did.)

[verdemoun]

If you feel up to it...! I absolutely love Timewarp Kieran and Arthur's relationship as best friends. Do you have any thoughts you'd like to share on their friendship? Also, would Kieran and John be friends at all?

MY BOYS MY LADS MY LIL BLORBOS bad time to ask me about john I just finished American venom again and I am furious at that little bastard man.

Their friendship was really inorganic at first. After getting used to timewarp, one of the first big issues Arthur had to deal with was how much Kieran's death actually messed him up. He saw bodies all the time, he killed people more times than anyone should in their lifetime, but to see the body of someone he knew (and was growing attached to) desecrated and used as Colm's little art project was mortifying. And, being Arthur Morgan, he felt guilty.

Arthur was making an effort simply because he felt bad. He was used to being the gang's big protector and Kieran was the only one who seemed helpless enough to need protecting. But Kieran still thought of Arthur as a vdl bogeyman and bodyguard, and did actually feel safer and more confident around him.

Kieran also realised Arthur would let him get away with murder. Innocent enough at first: being semi-verbal meant Kieran relied a lot more on physical contact eg grabbing someone's hand to get their attention. Arthur is not a very touchy person by any means, but very quickly got used to it exclusively for Kieran. And maybe it activated the touch starved portion of his brain but everyone else noticed Arthur started to pick up similar habits.

this led the invention of the Colter hold. Kieran was v close to meltdown on an outing, so Arthur in outlaw fashion just threw him over his shoulder and offered to take Kieran to the car. Kieran, instead, took a second and went 'actually this is fine'. Arthur proceeded to carry him around for an hour, and absolutely no one questioned it as it became a regular thing. Kieran can give Arthur a look that is the neurodivergent equivalent of uppies and without breaking stride or sentence Arthur will just. pick him up. variations include air jail, aka holding Kieran by his armpits like a cat off the ground when Kieran is already too far into spiral to be thrown over his shoulder.

Then, finally, Arthur clued onto the fact that Kieran was not innocent soft lil baby. Arthur lost Kieran at the store and was on the verge of a heart attack, expecting to find him curled up on the floor somewhere. As Arthur was walking around asking 'have you seen a 6' man who looks like he doesn't know what a bath is and is probably crying', Kieran stole a six pack of beer for funsies. Arthur found him happily waiting by the car.

From that moment on, their friendship was just golden retriever meets black cat. Or retired livestock guardian dog meets black cat. If Kieran is in the mood for antics, his victim will be Arthur because Arthur won't complain/finds it entertaining. On the rare, blessed, usually alcohol-induced days where Kieran feels like yapping, Arthur will be interrogating him because Kieran is so strangely enigmatic. Street urchin turned soldier turned gang leader turned O'Driscoll? When Kieran starts telling stories, he has the same dramatic flair as Hamish. Everything is an edge of your seat thriller and Arthur will shut everyone else up so he can listen to Kieran's tales.

Kieran has opinions on absolutely everything meanwhile Arthur was only starting to learn how to actually think for himself in canon era. Arthur looks like mr confident bravado but has the world's lowest self esteem, meanwhile Kieran looks one loud noise away from a nervous breakdown (and probably is) but his internal monologue is obnoxiously overconfident. They're two sides of the same coin and combined they are one very poorly functioning adult. If Arthur didn't have Kieran, he'd be miserably lonely. If Kieran didn't have Arthur, he would've permanently shut down and refused to leave Bessie's house.

Plus they're both horse girls and will drop everything they're doing to look at a horse.

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Kieran and John are friends! But their friendship is based on the fact they don't like each other. Frenemies, really. John never trusted Kieran and never went through 'oh Kieran was a good person' post Kieran's death. When he timewarps and Kieran is just a snarky gay who the gang lets get away with anything, he wanted to scream I told you so.

Kieran, mr opinions on everything, does not like John. John is a bad dad towards Jack, also generally a bad person for how he treated Javier's feelings towards him. Give him a beer and make sure Arthur's there for him to hide behind and Kieran will tell John to his face.

It's their ride to six point cabin dynamic. Kieran will deliver a devastating character assassination on every mistake John has ever made, and John will just go 'yeah well it's 7pm and you're still wearing pyjamas from yesterday'. Arthur says they're both right and they turn on him telling him to have an opinion.

At the same time, if John asked Kieran to get him a beer Kieran would pause his shows to do it if just to call John a lazy bastard. If Kieran needed to call John because he got lost or an uber cancelled on him, John would drop everything to pick him up so he could call him a giant man baby for still not knowing how to drive.

John is genuinely annoyed that Kieran turns up as Arthur's unofficial third half the time John and Arthur had plans to hang out, but will also go 'aw where's Kieran' when he doesn't. They go to paintball, but at some point both John and Kieran put down the toy guns and start hurling rocks and sticks at each other. Arthur is meant to put up with both of them.

In another life, John and Kieran would've been absolute besties. They're both sulky brooding bitches. John actually loves how snarky Kieran is and Kieran thinks John is brilliant for how hard it is to actually get John to give a single fuck. Instead, they're all trapped in a 'Kieran could easily pass as one of the vdl siblings, it's like they were raised alongside one another' and 'Kieran would be disgusted at the thought of passing as one of Dutch's proteges' dynamic.

[angelickks]

────˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚the ballad of two bastards - max and john winchester's moonshine fuelled karaoke

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): John winchester. Drunk karaoke. Winchester "family bonding." Mentions of alcohol. Just a shitload of chaos. This is the Stockyards story from this fic. I had way too much fun writing this. Canon-typical violence. AU asf

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: John Winchester & Max — the night they got banned from the Stockyards Saloon. A classic Winchester family story. The siblings first and last best memory they have of their father

supernatural mlist!

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FORT WORTH STOCKYARDS, 1:17 A.M

The neon sign outside buzzed like it was drunk too. Inside, the air reeked of whiskey, stale smoke, and Cowhide barstools. All paired with the kind of stage that’s seen more bad country covers than confessions at a Southern church, and the very specific chaos that happens when someone lets the Winchesters near a stage and a bottle of moonshine.

Max was already barefoot, one boot missing god knows where, and the other still strapped on like a declaration of war. Her curls were wild, streaks of silver tangled with sweat and starlight. She's got glitter on her cheek and blood on her elbow (don’t ask). Wearing a denim jacket two sizes too big, sunglasses on indoors, and carrying a bottle of moonshine labeled “XXX” like she robbed a cartoon still. Moonshine in one hand and her other arm slung around John's shoulders.

John, for his part, looked like he’d wandered out of a Western and into a bar fight—scruffed, grinning, and one more drink away from starting a revolution.

“You sure about this, kid?” he asked, slurring only slightly. Max just grinned, teeth flashing, eyes wild. “I was born to raise hell, Old Man.”

They stomp in like cowboys on the run and make a beeline for the karaoke machine.

Then the opening riff hit. "As I was goin’ over the Cork and Kerry Mountains…"

They didn’t sing it. They lived it.

John took lead, growling lyrics like he was twenty years younger, voice all grit and soul. Max matched him, snarling out verses with the energy of someone who'd killed a monster that morning and still had blood under her fingernails. When the chorus hit, they were stomping on the stage like it owed them rent.

"Whack for my daddy-o, there’s whiskey in the jar-o!"

By the second verse, Max had ripped the mic stand in half and was wielding it like a saber. She fenced with a bar stool. John yelled “En garde!” and flung a shot glass into the crowd.

Someone hooted. Someone ducked. Someone called the manager.

Max, now suddenly standing on a table, howling the lyrics into the mic like it personally insulted her.

Dean and Sam were watching from the far booth—Dean absolutely wheezing with laughter with his arm around a girl he’d picked up who looked absolutely mortified, and Sam holding his head like the universe had finally broken him.

“She’s got your dramatic timing,” Sam said, voice flat. Dean grinned. “And dad’s self-preservation instincts. So, none.”

“Are they… dueling?” The girl asked

“Looks like it.”

John kicked over a tip jar. Max tried to crowd surf. No one caught her, but she landed on her feet like a feral cat, screamed “ROBBED THE DEVIL AND I’D DO IT AGAIN!” and downed the last of the moonshine.

It only got worse from there.

Max body-checks a jukebox.

John tosses a chair like it’s part of the percussion section.

Someone yells “FREEBIRD!” and Max screams back “I’LL FREE YOUR BIRD IF YOU SHUT UP.”

By the chorus, she’s ripped down the decorative flag behind the stage and tied it around her shoulders like a cape.

Now Dean and Sam absolutely losing their minds.

Dean’s laughing so hard he spills his beer, the girl, now learning that she won’t be getting lucky with Dean tonight shoved him off of her and walked away. Sam, ever the responsible one, is trying to call the car around like he’s a getaway driver for two drunken warlords.

John starts a chant. No one joins. He doesn’t care. He’s got moonshine in his veins and a daughter howling war ballads like the banshees owe her money.

A mounted longhorn skull falls off the wall. No one knows how.

The bartender yells “I SWEAR TO GOD—” Max yells back “HE AIN’T LISTENIN’, COWBOY!”

They were escorted out by two security guards. Well, carried out, if you counted Max is on John’s shoulders, still singing, arms stretched like she’s queen of the damn apocalypse. John’s doing a spin move and nearly drops her in a puddle. She’s cackling. He’s howling.

Dean throws a twenty on the bar and says, “Sorry. Family’s in town.”

Sam just hands Dean the car keys and says, “Drive. Just… drive.”

The bartender yelled after them, “You’re banned! Forever!”

John, body halfway in the car, turns towards the bartender and points drunkenly at the bartender, "HEY! Don't yell at my goddamn kids, you motherf-"

Sam grabs ahold of his shoulders and pushes him into the car right next to a drunk and howling Max, "Okay Dad! he got it. Just... jesus christ, get in the car."

Max lifted her head, barely coherent. “FREEDOM AIN’T FREE, BUT IT COMES WITH KARAOKE!”

John howled with laughter. Sam climbed into the back seat of the Impala like a man accepting his fate.

Dean looked over at Max, who had moonshine breath and zero regrets. “You realize they’re putting up a plaque with your face on it, right?”

She grinned. “Hope they spell my name wrong.”

John's head falls back against the seat slurring, "ʻAtta girl."

As the two hell-raising Winchesters passed out cold in the back seat, the brothers smile quietly to themselves. Dean still holds onto his buzz and Sam’s headache subsides with the trouble that lay snoring in the backseat.

“Y’know that’s the happiest I’ve seen the old man drunk.” Dean says.

Sam just nods slowly, “It’s ‘cause it’s Max” he goes, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world.

“Always. Still… I’ve seen him come home running on fumes and cheap whiskey, in a foul mood.” Dean chuckles, “Remind me to thank her. That’s probably the best i’ve seen him in years. Leave it up to that hell-raising brat.”

Rumor has it: the Stockyards Saloon still has the burnt microphone nailed to the wall, beneath a sign that reads:

“Banned: John & Max Winchester. Pray the bastards never come back.”

[madefortherain]

hiii! Having Thoughts sooo what are ddtk remus and sirius up to today? 👀💕

hello!! thank you sm for the ask! i’m putting the full ramble under a cut bc i… well, i wrote you a whole essay lmaooo, but in short: ddtk remus and sirius are doing very well, and are as sickeningly in love as ever!! <3

they’ve officially moved in together, sirius asked remus about it on new year’s eve (right after the end of extra kisses) since they were spending more nights together at either one of their flats than they were alone, and there was, subsequently, an abundance of giddy gushing about & to one another, and champagne-drunk sloppy making out about it all. they spent ages looking for a flat that works for both of them—somewhere still close to sirius’ work and (what is now just) james and reg’s flat, but also close to a train station for remus to get where he needs to go (because while he has his license, and sirius has said he’s welcome to use the car whenever he likes, remus just generally doesn’t love driving and prefers taking public transport, reading a book/listening to music on the commute). the place is smaller than sirius’ old place with james and reg, but bigger than remus’ old single bedroom flat, and it doesn’t look like much at first, but they spend many weekends going furniture shopping and decorating the place and it turns into a really beautiful home.

remus graduated from his teaching degree!! around a year after he and sirius officially started dating, and sirius made sure james, regulus, marlene, and dorcas all came to his graduation ceremony, and lily, mary, and peter were there too, of course. sirius cheered far too loudly when remus’ name was called and he got his degree, and they went out for a big dinner all together to celebrate. when he first starts teaching, sirius insists on referring to him as professor lupin for an entire week straight until remus threatens to never call him sweetheart again if he doesn’t stop (he would never actually do that and they both know it, but sirius pretends to take this threat v seriously).

remus also resigned from flourish & chocs and all his coworkers threw him a big farewell party where everyone got far too drunk and remus definitely drunk texted sirius very sappy messages in the middle of it and was extremely clingy when sirius picked him up and he was slightly mortified about it all the next day, but sirius adored every part of it. and! arthur told remus he’ll always give him the staff discount even though he’s not working there anymore.

it took a little for remus to find a school he was comfortable working at, but now he loves all his students and he’s even managed to make some friends with some other staff. he’s everyone’s favourite teacher even though all the kids thought he was a bit odd at first with his clothes that look like their grandfathers’ and his crutch and his general quiet air, but they all very quickly became taken with his passion for history and teaching it in an interesting way, they learn so much more from him than they ever have before, he’s always so kind and patient when someone doesn’t understand or has questions or is struggling. he’s that one teacher that never ever yells, but the look on his face when he’s disappointed with you makes you feel so awful you never want to let him down again. he’s the sort everyone starts going to for advice and remus doesn’t understand how he’s ended up in this position where kids are coming to him about friendship issues and personal struggles—even kids he’s never taught before who’ve just heard that he listens—but he gets a bit weepy when he thinks about it too long.

remus still does sirius’ hair every week (bc sirius is one of those people who can get away with washing their hair once a week and it still looks perfect 6 days after washing it), but nowadays they’ll shower together and remus will do the entire thing for him including shampooing and conditioning and maybe even hair masking if sirius wants. in turn, remus lets sirius wash his hair with his fancy shampoo and lather them both in his expensive body wash that smells so much like sirius that it always makes it remus’ favourite shower of the week (even though he could use the body wash any day, it’s not the same if he does it himself). right before wash day, when it doesn’t matter about keeping sirius’ curl pattern in tact, the two of them can be found curled up on the couch with some game show on that remus cares far too much about (he’s yelling out answers at the tv) and sirius only watches because remus loves it (though he often gets rather invested and contributes answers too, turning it into a competition between them), sirius’ face smushed into remus’ chest and remus raking his fingers through sirius’ hair, giving him nice scalp scratches the way sirius loves so much. when they start properly sharing a bathroom in the new flat, sirius discovers that remus uses one of those 3-in-1 body wash, shampoo, and conditioner things for his hair and he’s like !! remus !! but you spend so long on my curls what are you doing !! and remus just shrugs and says he doesn’t particularly care to do anything more elaborate, so long as his hair is clean that’s all that matters, he wouldn’t enjoy doing it for his hair the way he does sirius’. sirius buys them both silk pillowcases though, so at least remus’ curls are semi-looked after during sleep, and they get a bit of proper care when sirius gets his hands on them in their weekly shared shower.

sirius asks remus one night, after a year or so of working at this school he really likes, what all his students think of sirius and remus is like,,, “wdym??” and sirius is like “i mean surely you talk about me,” and remus is like “erm. well. like. indirectly? i mean, they know i have a partner, but not anything about you” and sirius is (half) outraged to learn that remus has not, in fact, endlessly gushed about him to all his students. so, to rectify this, sirius shows up unannounced to remus’ classroom one day with a Very Important Document that remus forgot at home!! (he did not forget anything) (the document is a little note (love letter) that sirius wrote for remus). so sirius sweeps in all whispered “sorry to disrupt!! sorry, sorry, but moons, my angel, you left this at home and i know you need it today!!” and being very polite and apologetic as he pops in to hand remus the folder, highly aware that the entire classroom of students are staring at him, so he makes sure to give remus a quick kiss on the cheek and a “see you at home” as he leaves, and remus is bombarded with questions like “SIR!! SIR, WHO IS THAT? WHAT DID HE CALL YOU, SIR? SIR, HE KISSED YOUR CHEEK!! SIR, IS THAT YOUR HUSBAND?!” and remus (blushing like mad of course) is externally like “erm. no, that’s… that’s my boyfriend” and tries to move the class back to history rather than himself while internally he’s like “husband?? oh…oh…” and thus, a seed is planted. but of course these kids are like 15 and it’s the last period of the day and there’s no way they’re focusing on history anymore not when they’re so busy trying to wring every last piece of information out of their professor and his boyfriend (“how long have you been dating, sir?” “sir, why haven’t you proposed yet?” “are you waiting for him to propose, sir?” “sir, he’s fit”). sirius is THRILLED to hear about the havoc he caused (though remus leaves out the husband details) and remus pretends to be annoyed for a tiny bit, but he’s secretly very proud for people to know that sirius is his boyfriend, and he keeps the note sirius gave to him in his desk drawer and takes it out to read all the time at work with a sappy little smile on his face.

UM so yeah, now remus is doing secret ring research and fretting over how smoothly he can get down on one knee with his leg and enlisting lily’s help to plan the most perfect proposal ever, all the while sirius is secretly doing the same with james <3

MWAH :3

[tintedswindows]

── ( kaia gerber. 24. cis-female. she/her. ) thank god you’re here, man - have you seen MAEVE SHEPPARD anywhere? i totally lost them after their rendition of room temperature by faye webster last night. no? they’re like, aye - high and go to LANGSTON - i think they’re a JUNIOR level studying FASHION DESIGN? but who knows, these days. all i know is that they’re PRAGMATIC, GUARDED, and a VIRGO. last night they kept going on and on about how they won MOST LIKELY TO OUTSMART EVERYONE AND STILL FEEL EMPTY last year, which is cool and whatever, but i just wouldn’t expect it out of them, considering they’re so, like, RESILIENT AND CYNICAL, you know? anyways - i’m going to check down by the maze garden, i think that’s where they like to hang. text me if you see them, okay? bye! /

i haven't done an intro in so long... so please bare with me thank you... also her pinterest is here!

ABOUT

full name — maeve amalie sheppard

place of birth — hudson, new york

date of birth & age — september 19, twenty-four

gender / pronouns — cis-female, she/her

sexuality — pansexual

occupation — fashion design student & fashion design assistant

astrology — virgo

SUMMARY

maeve was born the eldest into a rich family from new york obsessed with image alongside her two brothers, conrad and benjamin. her dad is extremely successful and well known in real estate, owning a ton of properties around the world while her mom is a fancy travel agent (basically retired) turned socialite.. think vanderbilt name also where it is just a case of old money too

her dad is... a real evil asshole truly. he was not cut out for kids but loved having them to maintain a good american family facade. they kind of thrust their kids into school and clubs and academics immediately

maeve learned pretty quickly in her teens to just adapt to the lifestyle, ride under her mother's wing rather than rebel and fight the system like her brother conrad. she saw her compliance in being the "good daughter" as a pragmatic choice and she knew the costs of resistance

her brother conrad was quite the opposite and had been having issues/knocking heads with their parents for so long (especially dad) and when they got into a car accident that cost their dad his kidney, their dad forged his consent of conrad's kidney donation. he made a whole big deal of it and had the entire family go on the news talking about a miracle at the hands of god and the son's sacrifice. maeve was mortified. her dad often taunts conrad with "there will always be a piece of you in me." mans is EVIL

think very marissa cooper of the oc mixed with a little bit of shiv roy.. she isn't heartless but she's been hardened by her circumstances. she resents that she has to conform to protect herself and how others may think her a goody-too-shoes, but it's her version of survival in their home

she gets into the fashion world quite early thanks to her parent's nepotism, getting to not only walk a few shows (not her willing choice) but to work backstage in design assistance. being in the world of fashion is where she can express herself without resistance and control the narrative of how others perceive her; she willingly publicizes herself in that realm where she is more independent and her own person

her youngest brother benjamin eventually caves under the pressure of trying to be the golden child and wants to run away, maeve helps him escape secretly and their parents are so ridden with the shame of the family reputation by him leaving that his dad ultimately fakes his death and kills him off

this causes a lot of self conflict.. she's further perpetuating the lies the family relies on.. her morality.. she isn't sure if it's possible to even be free of the family grasp without literally being buried..

ends up at langston where it's her first taste of freedom in some time <3 there is a sense of peace <3 somewhat <3

she is mysterious and does not give away too much (or at least tries not to) just because she has been conditioned as such. she can be hypocritical in how she carries herself/actually feels for sure.. she has without trying and with her parent's influence been always easily liked and accepted, she has had people fall in love with the idea of her before

"i hate when i get up in the morning and i have to go through the maze" is HER

she's a sweetie really.... just a little broken and cynical.... she's trying... she's the eldest daughter and a virgo idk what else to tell yall that should be enough right there!

WANTED CONNECTIONS

(to preface her parents and roman alexandre's parents kind of arranged for them to be married when they were kids to keep up the family reputation, heir, and funds but that isn't set in stone or binding!)

maybe a friend from a less privileged background.. maeve secretely envies them for being able to be authentic and free... maybe that friend envies maeve's position? or doesn't? idk

a situationship? a casual hook up or one night stand? she came from new york to langston so she wouldn't have any exes realistically here yet

a tough love friend.. understands her family's dyanmic but isn't involved at all. maybe they were raised similarly but have lived differently and could try to push maeve out of her comfort zone?

could be sexy for someone to be seeking the truth about maeve's family.. maybe they knew her siblings or her dad or even saw them on the news and is just.. curious? not sure if it's honest? knows something?

somebody that just hates her bc she's rich. give me envy give me opposition baby

[pisupsala]

I wish I could control my dreams because a 30 year old with colorful stationary with glittery gel pens sounds like way more fun lol

Ps- he was an ass but he had his moments. I will deny any attraction if asked lol

I can't control your dreams either, dear anon, but I can write you a small drabble~ enjoy ✨ [no warnings, only fluff and glitter gel pens] ***

You are the only person Bradley knows with a pen holder in their house—a filled, regularly used pen holder, no less. The container itself is nothing special, just one of those black metal mesh cups you’ll find at any office supply store, sitting on the corner of your desk. It’s deceptive in its simplicity. It’s filled to the brim with a colorful selection of pens of all different types, although Bradley never paid much mind to it. He generally has no need to write things down—he has his phone, doesn’t he?

The first time he notices is when he meets you for dinner one evening after work; you’ve only been seeing each other for a few months. Everything is fresh and new, and you’re still learning about each other. You are dressed in the regular muted colors you wear to the office—understated, elegant. Deceptive in its simplicity. As you lean into him, hand on your chin, the sparkle in your eye as you look at him lovingly isn’t the only thing that glitters. On the side of your hand, at the crease of your wrist, the soft light of the restaurant playfully reflects from a pink glittery smudge.

“What’s that?” Bradley inquires curiously as he gently pulls your hand toward him to inspect the smudge. The moment you notice what he’s looking at, you pull your hand back, nervously rubbing your fingers over the spot, which won’t budge.

“I must have bumped into something,” You mumble, mortified. 

Bradley decides not to push you on the issue that evening, but as time passes, more parts of your glittering personality shine through. The silliness of singing together in the car, to the soft sincerity of slow-dancing in the kitchen late at night. And he keeps seeing the pale, shimmering smudges on your hands and fingers after a long day—a small reminder of the person you're really under the serious exterior you put up for work. But it takes Bradley an embarrassingly long time to figure out where those smudges are coming from; his brain seems to end up at it, probably being makeup (despite you certainly not wearing any glitter to work).

You are working late—you’re still on the phone when you climb into Bradley’s car, an annoyed look on your face, tone clipped. Your relationship is much more serious now, the months past only making your feelings deeper.

The moment your eyes meet his, you wink playfully, face breaking out into a smile. Bradley smiles back—and you have to bite your lip not to have the breath get knocked out of you. Rather, you return to your phone call, the smile immediately melting off your face as Bradley steers the car out of the company parking lot.

Digging your notebook out of your bag—a sturdy, black hardcover, you leaf through it to the page that you need, reading off the points coldly to the person on the other end of the line. Bradley glances over curiously. The page in front of you is filled with notes in simple black ink, but the margins are overflowing with patterns and doodles with what Bradley finally recognizes. It’s something buried deep inside his mind, something he hasn’t seen since the awkward days of middle school.

And suddenly, it all clicks. The smudges, the errant glitter, and even the measure of mortification that came with it: you still write with glitter gel pens. Bradley can’t help but laugh quietly as you wrap your phone call.

“What’s so funny?” You grin at him, slipping your notebook back into your bag, before you stretch languidly. 

“You,” Bradley laughs. 

“Really?” Smile on your face, you flip the visor down, using the small mirror to unpin your hair. “What did I do this time?”

“You are the only person that I know that still uses a notebook,” He starts, carefully monitoring your reaction from the corner of his eye. “It’s cute.” He adds.

“I remember important things better when I write them down rather than typing them,” You reply, relaxed now, smiling as you run your fingers through your hair. “It’s my secret weapon.”

“Especially when you use glitter gel pens for page decoration?” Bradley teases. A beat passes before you burst out laughing. 

“It makes my day a bit more colorful,” You admit. “My work is drab enough as it is.” 

“Do you send your colleagues reminders written in pretty glittery colors instead of emails?” Bradley jokes, laughing along with no.

“Absolutely not.” You defend yourself, feigning offense but unable to keep the corners of your mouth quirking up. “That’s only for truly important messages.” 

“Such as?” 

You shrug. “I don’t know, I never had to write one yet.” 

It’s weeks later, when Bradley is away on a training mission, that he finds the small folded-up note safely tucked into the side pocket of his bag. Your neat looping script, in glittery pink, sending the most important message, meant only for him:

I love you.

***

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[extremelyblackandwhite]

Hii i havr is request for

Rockstar!Sebastian

Could you do fluffy headcanons about reader and seb reacting to their children's first boyfriend or girlfriend their first kiss or something like that

Your choice if you wanna do just Jess or just Marion or both :)

I loved this series so so much

author's note: i apologise if i am severely late for this. oops.

Y/N had been cooking dinner when the front door opened and closed with a bang followed by silence. She looked at the car who was happily snoring on the corner of the kitchen as if nothing had happened. Soon enough, Sebastian was walking into the kitchen with a very concerned look on his face. When this happened, there were usually two ways to deal with it - either complete silent and let him burst out with whatever has happened or move to a regular conversation hoping to put him at ease of whatever had happened.

      - So, did you get the kids? Did you drop Mason at hockey?

      - Yes, Mason is at hockey. - he went to the fridge and got himself a beer. - That weird kid's mum is bring him home after practice.

      - You really should try to learn your kid's friend's name. - she handed him a bottle cap opener. - Did you pick u ...

      - Y/N, you don't even know what I caught Marion doing. - he interrupted, taking a large gulp of the beer before starting to take laps around the kitchen like a crazed maniac.

Y/N furrowed her brows. Marion didn't cause much harm, she was a good kid. It was usually Mason who tended to be the trouble stirrer.

      - Well? - she crossed her arms. - Are you gonna tell me or are we playing the guessing game?

      - It was awful. Marion! My good kid. Jesse's at college and Mason at this point has taken too much from my personality to give me any hope but Marion is my good kid.

      - Jesus, Seb, what happened? - she cleaned her hands, walking up to him. - Was she drinking, smoking?

      - Worse. She was a kissing some greasy dude.

Her nerves settled as she bottled in laughter. It really hadn't occurred to her that this would happen. Jesse and Mason were boys so Sebastian wasn't as protective of them as he was of Marion. The last time Jesse had brought a girl home, Y/N swore she saw him high fiving Jesse. She just forgot that one day it would be Marion's turn to start dating. That day had now arrived.

      - Well, you were pretty greasy when we started dating. - she shrugged but Sebastian only looked more mortified.

      - Marion better NOT be dating anyone that resembles me at any point before our marriage.

      - Seb, calm down. She's 16, she's bound to start dating.

      - No, no. No. See, I'm gonna fix this.

      - You're gonna fix this? - she crossed her arms, wondering what this meant.

      - She's going to an all girl school, a catholic school, a boarding school. Whatever keeps her away from kissing and boys.

      - Well ... you can always kiss at an all girl school. - she joked, enjoying how flared up Sebastian was at the idea of his daughter finally getting into dating.

      - She's getting home schooled then! We can afford tutors.

      - You weren't this fired up when Jess brought a girl home.

      - Jess is an adult. He's at college.

      - Jess still brings his laundry for us to do. - she laughed before caressing his shoulder. - She's growing up, Seb. You're gonna have to get used to it.

      - We need another one.

      - Absolutely not.

      - But babe, hear me out, if we have another baby, this time we can home school the baby and avoid these issues.

      - No. Besides, where is Marion? Did you bring her?

      - Yes, she's in her room.

      - Probably talking to boys. - she joked but Seb only looked up. - Seb, I'm just kidding.

      - Better safe than sorry!

[badnew2005]

mac + the record by boygenius becos i love doing big posts like this :D

without you without them. found family of All Time. charmacden and the gang as a whole. the thousand billion different forms the gang has taken. it’s always them. mac growing up so neglected and lonely, desperately craving any mimicry of family and love he could find. and here comes this messy smelly kid who’s actually a couple months older than him but looks years younger. cat <3 mac 4eva . spending christmas throwing rocks at trains. it’s us against the world as long as we’ve got eachother we’ll be fine. and then come these rich bratty twins who act like they’re so much better than you but you know you and charlie are the closest thing they’ve ever seen to god. i want to hear your story and be apart of it. the gang unpicking their pasts unpicking what makes them Them. learning what you don’t Have to talk about, how to make life bearable. “a love letter to the mortifying ordeal of being known, written in a pandemic world that violently reminded us how much we need each other”…… that’s them baby!!!

20$. i’m stuck how longs the chevy been on cinderblocks as macden mac gaining/taking back independence and mac driving vs dennis’ sense of control being seen within the range rover. but just. oh this is So mac. it’s a bad idea and i’m all about it. long live project badass. whatever the idiots he loves suggests he’s there !!! i want to know more macden road trips. driving charlie around philly. driving to visit den in college. i cant summarise it well yet further than. ITS SO MAC !!!!! song about the “wanting to poke the bear impulse” hello mac. nice to see you here. having so much passion being ride or die for whatever ur friends want picking a side and dying on it no questioning. the subtle breakdown of that devotion. bickering. i Know you have twenty dollars. macden living together for Twenty Years. ran out of gas out of time out of money. the loves still there but they’re twenty years older and it can’t sustain itself running on nothing for this long. wanting a bit more. wanting to run back in time

emily i’m sorry. the cars !!!! can be both mac pov ab den or den pov ab mac. waking up inside a dream full of screeching tires and fire. the storm. the apartment burning down. all the wars mac and dennis are each fighting inside their heads that are keeping them from eachother. (again macden road trips i know you exist i want to hear more about you) suburbs maybe. and i feel myself becoming someone only you could want. that’s them. macden and the gang. someone only you could love. i’m sorry i just make it up as i go along. again both mac pov ab den and den pov ab mac. it’s their first time being this person coming out and everything that comes with being Them. sure they’re forty they should know better but. it’s their first time. i’m not ready! we could run away be other people. macden most comfortable acting as other people hiding behind fake identities. i’m sorry.

true blue. similarly could be both mac pov ab den or den pov ab mac but i’m sticking with mac pov. knowing dennis so well behind his lies and walls. loving him so passionately despite everything. the first two verses are just So let me tell you about dennis. den running away to college to north dakota fucking around to find out who he is calling mac confessing everything and nothing. and i wasn’t surprised! AND IT FEELS GOOD TO BE KNOWN SO WELL !!!!! I CANT HIDE FROM YOU LIKE I HIDE FROM MYSELF. they know eachother. too much. it feels Good from macs perspective. terrifying from dens. they’re on opposite ends of journey of coming out. even before mac started weathering the storm, dennis Knew him. ofc macden moving in together. straight after college or dennis slinking home from north dakota back to mac. it’s scary. he can’t live without him. YOU ALREADY HURT MY FEELINGS THREE TIMES IN THE WAY ONLY YOU COULD. again loving dennis so passionately, despite everything. i remember who i am when i’m with you !!!! your love is TOUGH your love is TRIED AND TRUE BLUE !!!!! it hurts ! and it’s ugly ! but i love you !! i do !!! i cant stop. i don’t want to stop. dependable and alarming and loyal never ending. YOUVE NEVER DONE ME WRONG EXPECT FOR THAT ONE TIME THAT WE DONT TALK ABOUT BECAUSE IT DOESNT MATTER ANYMORE WHO WON THE FIGHT I DONT KNOW WERE NOT KEEPING SCORE !!!!!!!!!!!! there’s nothing to say. it’s him.

cool about it. the dive bar. paddys <3. i’m trying to be cool about it !!!!! i love you !!!!! feeling like an absolute fool about it !!!! i love you too much !!!!!!! wishing you were kind enough to be cruel about it. times up. it’s never gonna happen. it is. talking himself into i can live without dennis without this love. i cant. wanting dennis to apologise. to be Real for once. to not run away. to shout and scream at him and everything he’s ever done. loving him Despite it. to validate macs feelings and experiences. absolution and all it’s religious connotations. religion woven into this love you can’t escape it. dennis as the golden god. dennis as a thousand sins, the ultimate temptation. wanting so badly to just forget about him to be able to walk away like dennis seemed to be able to do so. once i took your medication to know what it’s like and now i have to act like i cant read your mind i ask you how you’re doing and i let you lie but we don’t have to talk about it i can walk you home and practice method acting ILL PRETEND BEING WITH YOU DOESNT FEEL LIKE DROWNING tellin you it’s nice to see how good you’re doing even though we know it isn’t true. again. nothing else to say. that’s them. all tied up.

not strong enough !!!!!!!!!!! i know i have done a thousand not strong enough posts but surprise surprise the search function isn’t working. another jumping around perspective jumping around timeline. IM NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO BE YOUR MAN. mac and the storm. mac getting so so so strong while dennis was in north dakota getting so so so strong to come out physically and emotionally. to find his pride. black hole opened in the kitchen their midnight teas inflate peeking into the kitchen. theyre drowning stuck in that apartment. but it’s also a lifeboat! the double i’m not strong enough to be your man i lied i am / i lied i am just lowering your expectations. i Am strong enough to come out, but you’re not. don’t expect much from me i don’t know if i can deliver it. I DONT KNOW WHY I AM THE WAY I AM !!!!! i don’t know why i’m like this. i cant stop it. the bossiness the obsession. ALWAYS AN ANGEL NEVER A GOD ALWAYS AN ANGEL NEVER A GOD !!!!!!!! the storm !!!! the storm !!!!!!!! no matter how hard he tires that war is never ever ending!!! gods never gonna come say ur alright mac it’s okay.

revolution 0. macs crippling lonely upbringing. whatever the fuck macdennis is. it’s not real. none of it is. whatever he thinks the love between him and dennis is. if it isn’t love then what the fuck is it. just let me pretend !!!!!! angry and violent child screaming for love and attention never quite learning how to stop, because love never found him! the storm. dennis vs god. maybe they’re the same. he would like that. being stuck forever the only people who have stayed Hate you and they won’t shut up about it. if you’re raised with an angry man in your house …. go and invite him in etc. i wish he was angrier. mom too. i wish they cared enough to shout at me. give me Something other than indifference. even if the gang hate me at least they tell me they’ll scream and shout and laugh and punch me. at least they see me.

leonard cohen. macden driving forever !!!!!! listening to dennis’ stupid music forever. trying to read into it to see part of him between the chorus and the verse. if you love me you will listen to this song. of course i love you dennis. i’ve been listening to rick astley since i met you. i promise i will never give you up. or let you down. or run around and desert you. even if you do it to me a thousand times (you will). you said i might like you less now that you know me so well. I MIGHT LIKE YOU LESS NOW THAT YOU KNOW ME SO WELL. cause i know you man. right after mac came out. I Know You. that’s terrifying. so he ran (around and deserted mac)! i think that’s true. telling stories we wouldn’t tell anyone else. the comfort of driving. den’s flimsy sense of control. not having to look eachother in the eye. music playing on the radio you can pretend you didn’t hear. “there’s a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in” sunny is a love story. and i am (not) an old man having an existential crisis at a buddhist monastery writing horny poetry. turning their apartment into a church. macs room a place of worship. i never thought love would happen to me i never thought You would happen to me

satanist. a satanist an anarchist a nihilist with me. let’s run away and hide and be someone else. they can’t catch us. i’ll go against god i’ll be a Satanist as long as You’re with me as long as i have you. please can we run away. do you want to be in my life a long time? i want you there. macden and hiding behind these fake personas. everyone else has talked ab this phenomenon a thousand times better than i am today. at least until you find out what a fake i am. i’m sorry i don’t think i can actually leave god behind. he’s the only person who loves me. we both know you can’t let yourself love me. honey and vinegar. you wonder if you can ever be seen from so far away a slow pull a seismic drift leaning over the edge of the continent. it’s so hard to come back!! you hang on until it drags you under.

we’re in love. they’re in love !!!!!! you could Absolutely break my heart. that’s how i know. loving dennis Despite everything. and i told you of your past lives, every man you’ve ever been, it wasn’t flattering boy you listened like it mattered. he’s trying at least. again a thousand times mac and dennis Having to hide behind aliases and masks. if you rewrite your life may i still play a part. dennis trying to run away to Be someone else but always having to come crawling home to mac. in the next one will you find me i’ll be the boy with the pink carnations pinned to my lapel who looks like hell and asks for help. that’s them. that’s always been them. there’s something about you that i will always recognise. we’re in love. it’s stupid and ugly and wrong in all the right ways and right in all the wrong ways. it’s us and it’s love!

anti curse. OUGHHHHH. i have already done a line by line mac analysis of this song ITS SO. it’s the storm! he’s drowning !!!! everybody else knew mac was gay but he’s Still drowning. making peace with my inevitable death drowning on the boat, mac coming out and abandoning god - the gang begging him to ask god for help, and when the heavens open and god answers they all climb and kick and push mac down to the bottom. and he drags them back down. he was ready to die with the gang. to go to hell. the gates opened god listened to him God Heard Him Say He’s Gay. being ready to die to be swallowed by this storm. i guess i did. alright considering !! macs relationship w his parents. with the gang. tried to be a halfway decent friend wound up a bad comedian. they all hate me. he’s spent his whole life begging for his parents to love him this moved onto the gang. but they all hate him. he’s a joke. was anyone ever so young? all they are is children begging for love and attention. unpacking god in the suburbs. meeting dennis. never being able to go back. i’m swimming back !!!! learning to weather the storm !!!!! dad. i’m gay. he’s not drowning!!! controlling the war holding your own little peace summit at the eye of the storm. you don’t have to make it bad just cause you know how. dennis begging and screaming for him to just go back in the closet. no! writing the words to the worst love song you’ve ever heard. loving them all despite everything. sunny is a love story. love in its foreign characters an incantation like an anticurse (or even a blessing!!!!) mac being the only member of the gang Not cursed in the gang gets cursed. he’s finally on a string of luck ! but fucks it up anyways

letter to an old poet. OH MY GOD. oh my god. i cant stop i just cant. you all know my s16 theme was macs anger!!! wanting to confront dennis but not wanting him to run again. it’s all bubbling. it’s coming. i said i think that you’re special you told me once that i’m selfish AND I KISSED YOU HARD IN THE DARK AND IN THE CLOSET you said my music is mellow maybe i’m just exhausted YOU THINK THAT YOURE A GOOD PERSON JUST CAUSE YOU WONT PUNCH ME IN THE STOMACH . AND I LOVE YOU !!! I DONT KNOW WHY I JUST DO. but !!! you’re not special you’re Evil ! you don’t get to tell me to calm down. you made me feel like an equal BUT IM BETTER THAN YOU ! and you should know that by now. when you fell down the stairs it looked like it hurt and i wasn’t sorry !!! i should have left you right there. with your hostages my heart and my cat keys. YOU DONT KNOW ME !!!!!!!!!! i wanna be happy I’m Ready To Walk Into My Room Without LOOKING FOR YOU i’ll go up to the top of our building and remember my dog when i see the full moon. I CANT FEEL IT YET. BUT I AM WAITING. there’s nothing else to say. explaining it would just be patronising. he’s there!!!! he’s weathered the storm and he’s had enough of dennis fucking around. had enough of everything ever being about dennis. i’ve actually been through shit i deserve it dennis. i should beat you up. leave you out to try. i shouldn’t have let you back in. but i did! because of course i did! you stole my parachute blindfolded me span me around and pushed me out of a moving aircraft. but i survived. built my own campsite all alone. you made me cry you said goodbye you told countless lies and hurt me. that’s all you ever do. i don’t think you deserve to live blameless anymore. i want to hold you accountable. but you’ll just run away again won’t you. make everyone hate me for no reason other than you’re scared how much i know you. come on. you fucking coward. celebrity booze mac is calm and collected confident ab his outfit while dennis is almost falling apart. the argument on the plane. everyone else is scared. mac was taking notes. he’s not stupid he knows dennis was johnny. but he can’t Say it he Can’t scream and shout and beat dennis.

[anthonybialy]

Override or Die

Anything that irks politicians should be cherished, especially if it surprises them.  Sneak up on ruining their plans with a jump cut.  Government fans despise Congress doing its job because it limits their desire to order society into compliance would really hate passing an agenda that’s completely counter to what the executive wants, so do just that.

A usually unused feature could shut down exactly who needs to go out of business.  Pursuing a veto-proof majority feels as desperate as hoping for cars that drive themselves.  But we may be just a couple algorithms away.  The teetering incumbent is way more predictable.

Even dedicated educators may think it’s too late for Joe Biden to learn the Constitution.  The problem is what appears to possibly be his inability to absorb teaching.  He may have avoided lessons because they’d constrain his ability to shape America in his image.  Biden’s minders decide they don’t want particular bills to become laws.  It’s crucial to ink the correct rubber stamp.

Kamala Harris wants so desperately to tell you she’s already president.  Keeping the secret has been her greatest accomplishment.  It’s not like anyone is unaware.  But she deserves as much patronizing praise as can be mustered.  If letting a simpleton who can’t manage simple tasks advance to the presidential finals sounds alarming, I agree.

It’s sadly easy to list the handful of times they woke up the ostensible incumbent long enough for him to mutter “Nah”.  A president who makes making Woodrow Wilson’s last months look spritely is nearly as elderly and just as appalling when it comes to his urge to take your stuff.

We could all use a little surprise, and not in this universe’s typical style of inflicting an unplanned plague.  A bill becoming a law without a particular signature wouldn’t merely be fun.  Mischievous subversives could get things done without the approval of whatever awful nitwit thinks a head shake offers is the final word.

It’s time to halt letting one person set the nation’s agenda.  We shouldn’t let a couple hundred, either, but spreading around blame would be a welcome step.

Putting the president in his place should be the dream of every patriot.  A disturbing quantity of aspiring serfs feel fealty to their goon will guarantee a good harvest.  Your personal beloved dreamboat savior is not exempt.

The existence of a document that balances domination by law is like telling a liberal costs are lowered by private companies competing with each other.  But truth doesn’t change with who holds it, especially with said liberals.

Congress is supposed to be the strongest branch because of that whole representatives thing.  Linking the rest of us with the regrettable choices filling the offices is not intended as an insult.  The problem with electing congresspeople is how closely we’re embodied by the dreadful nitwits who get to man the Capitol.  Emblematically despicable humans you wouldn’t trust to water a plastic plant decide how your money gets torched.

Focusing on individual races combining together treats Congress like Voltron.  Return the balance of power like a defender of the universe.  Privately-funded lions are more efficient at defeating space fiends.

A branch shift would check the balance.  Focusing on Congress would not quite return authority to the people but at least make those responsible easier to scold.  The legislature is supposed to serve as the embodiment of citizenry, which should mortify us all.

It’s not that everything Congress passes that a president dislikes is incredible.  They’re still public servants, which means they’re not serving the public.  Laws to remove present laws are my dream, and I hope it happens while we’re awake.

The imperial presidency era has resulted in one miserable empire not just by exceeding the office’s parameters but because of the horrid dopes driving.  Quasi-limitless dominion defines not just a government but a nation.  Worst of all, far too many consented.

Sophisticated modern leaders think they shouldn’t have to go through the indignity of all that waiting for a bill to pass jazz.  Heeding the rulebook is for a quaint time when Washington’s supreme purpose wasn’t forcing fast food eateries to tell you how many calories are in your fries.

Ignoring procedures for progress is favored by the enlightened caste that thinks government is the source of prosperity.  If you meditate hard enough, you may become omniscient to the point where you too can invent self-permission.

Americans are way too accustomed to getting bossed around like we live in a tinpot banana republic without chinos.  Unsurprising unfortunate results are just the practical result of a philosophical violation.  Ends don’t justify lousy means.  We reside in the best of both worlds aside from getting violated by illegal incursions.  Political scientists hold a sophisticated modern view of the office which involves you shutting up and complying.

Dreams of a Congress that’s only active when it’s thwarting a grabby president are especially necessary when the alternative is liberal harassment in front of an American flag.  The legislature provides a couple hundred Individual races that aren’t based upon an obnoxious swindler.  The alternative candidate who’s going to drag down a perfect chance to flip off a putzing regime.  Donald Trump will impugn those whose chances he ruins for insufficient loyalty.

The best option involves rethinking politics in case that wasn’t obvious.  Restraining the reach of a most imperfect entity for those with ideas on how to fix everything prevents Year Zero-style resets.  Whatever approach is being tried right now isn’t working in the same sense Ivy League universities are unenthusiastic about Judaism.

Liberals loathe results as much as they adore having an appalling person to gesture at instead of making cases.  By contrast, it’s easy to argue against what they believe: just point.  The only way Democrats have stopped crime is by letting criminals steal everything.  Printing enough money makes it worthless.  And gun crime thrives when the devices are banned from those who obey laws.

That’s too much jurisdiction for one person.  The parodic overextension is particularly so for the kind of persons chosen for the task.  America is effectively controlled by an individual just like everyone would expect in a democratic republic.

Electing congresspeople who are sick of the imbalance would lead to a single pompous nitwit pouting while flailing, which truly embodies the presidency.  It’s true even when there’s one you like and merely especially so in the midst of a two-decade Oval Office clown parade.

[countenanceblog]

Chapter 57

Chapter 57

It was chaos on the streets of Spain City. People cried and screamed in all directions. Looting had already begun, as well as rapidly accelerated gang warfare. Cars were speeding past each other; bumping into one another. Aleister, Wayne, Gwyneth and Francisco stood on the sidewalk, watching someone throw a brick through a storefront window. The thief was immediately shot.

"Damn," said Francisco. "This is savage."

Gwyneth looked on, mortified. "We . . . we took the action that we had to take. If it weren't Vex, Elite Tactical would've shown up and tried to kill us . . . "

Wayne looked at her funny. "Are you really trying to justify what happened? We were all so worried about staying safe from danger . . . especially me. And now look at us. We can't die. We're all like Aleister."

"Minus the glowing," Fawkes pointed out. "How did you shoot that lightning? How did you know you could do it? I've always wondered if I had some other power."

"That's not all," said Francisco. He reached out towards a parking meter and put his hand on it. "Watch this."

The parking meter froze almost instantly. It was covered in a thin layer of frost. As the chaos raged around them, the determination in Gwyneth's dark eyes burned even brighter. "Look, we can't just stand by and let the city tear itself apart. We have these powers now, and we should use them to make a difference. The Gat Boys are a threat, and they killed my cousin. If we take them out, we can stop them from gaining control over the city. And listen, guys. This sounds crazy, but I think I can teleport."

Francisco's cool demeanor reflected a hint of agreement. "She's right. We have these powers for a reason. If we can stop a gang that's going to cause havoc and destruction, we should do it. If she can teleport us there, all the better."

Aleister nodded thoughtfully. "Gwyneth has a point. But we need a plan. We can't just rush in blindly. We have to be strategic about how we do this."

Wayne, who was still grappling with the revelation of his immortality, looked lost. "I don't even know what my powers are or how to control them. This is all too much."

Gwyneth placed a reassuring hand on Wayne's shoulder. "It's overwhelming for all of us, but we'll figure it out together. Trust me, I didn't know I could shoot lightning either until it happened. We'll learn as we go."

Francisco smirked, adding some levity to the tense situation. "Well, at least you're not shooting frost from your fingers, Gwyn. You'd make an awesome ice queen. I'd personally much rather be able to light a cigarette with my mojo. But then again, I am pretty damn cool."

Aleister interjected, "Enough joking around. Gwyneth, if you believe you can teleport us to the Gat Boys' stronghold, we should do it. But be cautious. We don't know what we'll be up against."

Gwyneth took a deep breath, her fiery determination unwavering. "Alright, let's do this. Hold hands, everyone."

The four of them formed a circle, hands intertwined, and Gwyneth closed her eyes, focusing her newfound teleportation abilities. The world around them blurred, and they felt the strange sensation of being pulled through space and time. When they opened their eyes, they found themselves outside a large, opulent mansion – the Gat Boys' stronghold. The mansion stood tall and imposing, its architecture was highly vertical and elaborate.

"I feel sick," said Francisco.

Wayne, feeling a newfound sense of purpose, spoke up. "I may not know the full extent of my powers, but I'm not going to back down now. We have to squash these guys."

Aleister nodded. "Then let's do it. For Maggie, for the city, and for all the people we endangered. We'll put an end to this. Kid Cool is about to get completely fucked."

"I'm Kid Cool, now," said a smirking Francisco.

Fawkes noticed the sky darkening above them. "Guys, which one of you is doing that?"

"Me," said Francisco. "I've always had a sneaking suspicion that I could control the weather. Sometimes when I get sad, it rains. That kind of thing."

"Wait a minute," said Wayne. "We don't even have to go in there. With you conjuring a storm, I can bring the thunder down on their heads." He chuckled. "Teamwork."

"Perfect," said Francisco with a smile.

Gwyneth smiled too. "Fuck 'em." As the four friends stood outside the imposing mansion, the sky above them darkened further, clouds swirling and gathering, driven by Francisco's weather manipulation. Gwyneth's eyes sparked with determination, and she nodded at Wayne. "Let's do this, Wayne. Bring the thunder."

Wayne's eyes glowed with electricity, and he raised his hands to the darkened sky. A bolt of lightning crackled across the horizon, followed by another, and another. The storm above intensified, and rain began to pour, drenching the surroundings. Gwyneth and Aleister watched in awe as their friends demonstrated their elemental powers with such prowess.

Francisco, however, felt a pang of frustration. He could control water and ice, but the air itself was beyond his reach. "Hey, guys," he called out, "I can't control the storm directly, but I can help with the water element. Maybe I can freeze the rain, and wall it in with ice."

As Francisco focused, the raindrops around him began to freeze, turning into tiny ice pellets that clinked softly as they hit the ground. He directed the frozen water toward the mansion, forming ice barriers around the windows and doors, creating an icy blockade that slowly grew thicker.

Wayne nodded with approval. "That's smart, Francisco. Together, we can unleash some serious havoc."

Gwyneth's fiery determination returned, and she placed a hand on Fawkes' shoulder. "Aleister, I'm sure we'll find out what your powers are sooner or later."

Wayne grunted, feeling the power coursing through him gently electrify his entire body. Powerful bolts of lightning crashed into the frozen structure, breaking it apart in all the most critical places. With a terrific sound, the building creaked and leaned. More lightning bolts, even stronger ones, battered the base of it. Finally, it began to lean, and then tip over, and then . . .

"Guys, grab onto me!," said Gwyneth. Francisco and Wayne snapped out of it. The four of them grabbed one another's hands. A split-second before the wall of dust and debris hit them, they were gone.

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #173

Have you ever had a sexually gay experience? Yes.

Do you find any of your friends hot? Yeah, I'm not really shy about this, especially with my female friends. You can find someone physically attractive but not pursue them romantically or truly sexually.

Are your legs freshly shaven? No. As my legs are getting stronger though, and I'm losing weight and just moving more comfortably, I might start doing it again soon-ish. I'm just so, SO self-conscious of how dark and hairy my legs are, but I don't want to hide them my whole damn life. I simply do not have it in me to be confident as a hairy woman, blame society on that one. Anyone seeing them right now mortifies me.

Does your best friend wear glasses? Yes, otherwise he's blind as shit like me lmao

Have you ever woke up crying from a bad dream? Yes, this is extremely normal, especially with my nightmares/terrors.

Who knows more about you: online friends or offline? Online by fucking far. I'm so much more open about myself with people online.

Does your family own any land? No.

Who is the oldest sibling in your family? Katie.

Are you close to any of your aunts/uncles? No; not because I don't want to be, they just live primarily in New York and Ohio and I've only seen the ones I still associate with a couple of times. I don't remember my dad's sister at all, and my mom's sane brother is someone I also only have faint memories of; I was particularly close to his wife when I visited, she helped me through a panic attack.

When was the last time you were in a hospital? March 2022.

Do you plan on losing weight any time soon? I've been in a veeeeeeeeeeery slow process of massive weight loss, but now that my hypothyroidism is adequately medicated and I'm being more attentive than ever with what I eat and drink, + exercising some, I've been losing weight again. It's way slower than I want, but I know slower is better anyway.

What do you think of people who get drunk every weekend? It doesn't seem very responsible, however so long as they're not operating machinery like cars and not hurting themselves nor others, adults can do what they want.

Are you looking forward to anything? I don't know what yet, but yeah; Girt's mom wants to plan a family thing to do, which always includes myself and Mom, and I absolutely always love doing family stuff with them. I've been really emotional lately over how ignored me and ESPECIALLY Mom are by both my sisters, and the more I do stuff with my boyfriend's fam and feel actually wanted, it makes the realization of how unwell things really are in my immediate family hurt much worse.

What was the last bad news you heard? Well I've learned our landlord has been mentioning to Mom the possibility of her selling the house, which would kick us clean out of it, so that's cool. I should mention us moving in here was her idea, by the way.

What was your GPA in high school? I know it was over 4.0, but not the exact decimal number.

Do you require a lot of private time? Absofuckinglutely, that's how I refresh and am able to be a tolerable person to be around.

Do you know how to play any odd instruments most people can't play? No.

Have you ever had a parasite before? omfg no I'd rather fucking die. I've had ticks on me before, but nothing internal, and ticks never stayed on long because I've always been horrified of them so I got them off immediately.

Have you ever been punched in the face before? No, I've never been punched at all, and I'd like it to stay that way.

Are there regular trains in and out of your town/city? Yes. It's certainly not a major train station, but it exists.

Do you bathe your pets regularly? No; none need that. I recently did give Venus a soak for the very first time because she shed very poorly (I struggle SO FUCKING BAD with maintaining humidity in that terrarium) and I was so proud of her, she did excellent and even seemed to enjoy it; I'm sure the extra hydration was great for her, too. She behaved so well, especially with loosening her eye caps; snakes generally aren't big on their heads being touched, and that goes for Venus too, but there wasn't a single hiss or anything out of her.

What was the last animal you saw, and was it a pet? I can see Roman (cat) snoozing in the doorway.

Who was the last person you messaged on Facebook? Girt's sister Ashley.

When was the last time you saw them? A few weekends ago.

Where do you see yourself in a year? Hopefully employed (this is what I want more than anything else), maybe living with Girt. I hope I'm much healthier/fitter.

[TW: OVERDOSE/SUICIDE] Do you know anyone who has overdosed? Well yeah, me, but obviously it didn't take me out because I got help fast enough. I know at least one person (but I think more) who died of it, but I'm certain I know multiple people who have attempted. It is sadly a very common way out of life.

Where are your siblings as of now? I know my older sister is on vacation with her family; Nicole's either at home or there with Ash, I feel like she was planning on going where Ash did, too. Maybe for only a day or something, idk, I'm never in the fucking loop of what my sisters are doing.

Have you ever lost anyone close to cancer? Anyone emotionally close to me, no humans, but I've lost pets to it, most horrifically in Cali's case because the tumor (I can't recall what cancer) ruptured and was basically crushing her lungs. Dale died of like... thyroid cancer or something, I can't recall, and it's definitely possible that Teddy had something cancerous going on at the time of his death, but I'm not sure on that. His situation was mostly age and definitely something neurological when the seizures started. My rat Tezzeret was euthanized due to cancer in one of his eyes. I ALMOST lost my mom to cancer, she's had it twice and the second go was a literal fucking hair from terminal, but she's impressing absolutely everyone - even her doctors - with how well she's managed. She's strong as a goddamn ox.

Do you personally know anyone who is transgender? Yeah, multiple friends of mine are.

When was the last time you got a shot? ugh when I had my last wisdom tooth taken out; they gave me numbing shots of course, but I'm very convinced this dentist went a bit too hard or SOMEthing, like he made me stretch my jaw open as much as I could before doing the injections, and it took MANY days for my jaw in that area to stop hurting, like it was affecting my ability to open my mouth and eat.

Have you ever been into a car accident? Yes, and ever since then I've been terrified of cars/driving. It was only my mom's driving skill and quick thinking that saved us from flipping over and the accident being far worse, apparently.

When was the last time you spent over $100 in one transaction? What did you buy? Around a month ago when I got my tattoo finished.

Are you a breakfast person? Yes, I don't understand how some people regularly go without it.

What type of books do you like to read? Young adult fantasy, especially when animals or mythical creatures are involved.

How do you get rid of hiccups? Literally no method works for me; I've had hiccups for over a straight hour on multiple occasions, they don't fucking stop when I start.

Do you have any healthy addictions? Not really, that I can think of.

Do you pay much attention to speed limits while driving? When I did drive, yeah, I did. I didn't fuck around with driving safety.

Which parent was more strict when you were growing up? Mom, in all honesty Dad did basically nothing to truly raise us.

Have you ever watched The Golden Girls? Yes, I absolutely love that show. Mom would watch it a lot while I was growing up so I've liked it a long time.

Do you like getting dirty? No, it honestly stresses me out.

Are you a very flirty person? Not in general. I flirt with my boyfriend a lot, mostly in a silly and playful way, but if you're not my s/o, I don't flirt.

Who was your favorite babysitter? One of our childhood neighbors that my sisters and I knew as "Uncle Donny," even though he wasn't related to us. He and his wife Janet were the grandparents of a girl named Jennifer, who lived a few houses down from us and was friends with my older sister Ashley, so they would keep us if needed. They were such a sweet family; Janet's been dead (diabetes complications, pretty sure) for many many years, and it's heartbreaking to realize that by THIS point, Uncle Donny probably is too. They were already up there in age, and Donny was never the same after Janet passed.

Do you believe in the death penalty? In very extreme cases where you show literally no interest in changing as a human and have proven you're a genuine danger to the public, yes. The only devils exist on earth, and a person is absolutely able to become one that no longer has the right to be here. I do wanna emphasize though, I am talking EXTREME cases, and those where there are no "maybe"s about their innocence.

Name a person that you can’t stand and tell us why? My somehow-once best friend Colleen, because I have never in my life met a person as hateful and self-important as her. It's embarrassing to even say we were ever friends at any point; we've always been immensely different people, but I guess that's what loneliness does to people, you accept any friendship presented to you.

If you could have a video of one event in your life, what would the video be? I'd love to have a video of my and Girt's first interaction, because I'm actually unsure of what it was and I'd REALLY like to know.

What is the most illegal thing you have ever done? Ridden with a driver that was high, probably. It was one of the scariest moments of my entire life, I was scared to tell her no. If we got pulled over, literally both of us would have gone to jail.

Last person you sang happy birthday to? My niece Aubree.

What form of government do you like the most? (capitalism, socialism, etc.) I can't answer this, I am way too uninformed on these topics, and there are quite a few forms of government. I CAN tell you capitalism isn't the fuckin way though; living in North America, this is one I know the dangers of. I see it and live it.

Is there a song you can’t handle listening to, even though you like it? I physically cannot listen to "Stairway to Heaven" by Led Zeppelin. I fully expect to experience a panic attack. It's a song I don't even let "play" in my head, I can't.

Last time you saw fireworks? A couple nights ago, out the window.

Do you have a black dog? No, she's white and brown.

If you took someone on a tour of your town, what would you show them? Uhhhh... I guess my go-to would be City Lake, which is a small lake obviously with a big fountain and surrounded by a walking path, and there are lots of metal art sculptures around it to check out. There are fishing spots and also some seed dispensers to feed the ducks and geese, which are really prevalent here because they've LOOOOONG since learned they get fed; the waterfowl diversity is my favorite part. The only other place I can think of is the art + science museum we have here. It's not a great museum, like your big, beloved museum destinations make it look like a shitfest, but it's SOMETHING okay, this place sucks lol. Actually after the lake we can go to dinner at Chico's, it's this Mexican restaurant literally right beside the lake alongside the Tar River. Chico's isn't the building itself, it's a big brick building with a high tower for something, I can't remember what for the life of me, it just includes the restaurant, and I always thought their decor was cool.

Have you been to the capital of your state? Yeah, it's only like, 50-ish minutes away, and I've had many doctors located there. Plus I always go to their Cheesecake Factory on my birthday lol

Would you be more in your element camping in a tent or an RV? RV.

[jinkieswouldyoulookatthis]

Building off @missmisdemeanor's tags

#i'd like to contribute using each others toothbrushes and nasty shit like that

Yeah, toothbrushes, towels, deodorant, sharing clothes including underwear or going commando while wearing each other's jeans... and while this generally bothers Sam, or at least he complains loudly about it. Meanwhile, Dean seems to do it even when he doesn't need to just to bother Sam. "Dude! Did you use my toothbrush? Yours was sitting right there! What the hell?" So, almost like typical siblings messing with each other, but a little too much, and if anyone actually pays attention they realize that Sam's complaints are largely performative, because he didn't even rinse his toothbrush off before using it himself.

#dean telling sam about his hookups in such meticulous and unflinching detail that sam gets turned on

Where most kids learn about sex from their friends, or Skinamax, or their dad's porn magazines, etc., Sam learned about it from Dean, in excruciatingly vivid (if not always accurate) detail, so much so that Dean actually featured in many of his erotic dreams, up to and past the point when he noticed and was weirded out about it himself. Dean has still never figured out that it's weird and remains salty that Sam was never willing to return the favor by telling him about his own experiences.

#jerking off in the bed they share while the other person is there#and verbally acknowledging that and teasing each other like it's normal#'feeling relaxed there sammy?'

Quiet motel room, one of them thinking the other is sound asleep, until a voice pipes up in the middle of things...

"Dude, you really need to learn to pace yourself."

"Are you thinking about your math teacher again? Isn't she, like, 50 or something?"

"Didn't dad say he was gonna be back early? Wait, was that the car door?" <- just to freak the other out.

"Since you finished so quickly, you want to give me a hand?" accompanied by a derisive laugh.

"You done with the lotion over there, turbo?"

"At this rate, you're gonna go blind before pop your cherry."

Again, I see this as mostly coming from Dean, directed at Sam, although not always. Sam is typically embarrassed but rarely actually as mortified as he sounds and there is an underlying layer of fondness that belies his seeming irritation.

i do love thinking abt the weirdcest stuff sam & dean must’ve done as fairly unsocialized kids they either didn’t realize wasn’t normal or just didn’t consider or care like dean keeping sam’s baby teeth and sam needing to sleep with articles of dean’s clothing or both of them sharing beds even after john starts taking the couch because he doesn’t want his sons sharing etc. like aaaa tell me ur fave weirdcest headcanons i want to know

[6lackfiction]

A Little Jealous

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Smut, Sex Acts, 18+

Plot: You finally meet Chris’ friends but he doesn’t like it when you start to flirty with one of them, he wants to punish you and he does. 

“You’re shaking” he clasped your hands holding them tight “don’t be nervous they’ll love you I promise”

You sighed looking up at him, he kept saying that to you throughout the day and a part of you doubted it, meeting your boyfriend’s friends is terrifying and you were afraid that they wouldn’t like you but you didn’t want to back out now after seeing him so happy when you agreed to join him “Ok you’re right, let’s just get this over with”

“That’s the spirit” he chucked as he climbed out of the car and came round to your side.

He held your hand firmly as you approached the home, you noticed how insanely big it was and before either of you were at the from door you heard the sound of the music booming which eased you a lot and you were secretly grateful for

“God he said it wasn’t a party” he groaned, thumping his fist against the door. After he reached to open the front door which was already unlocked.

“Joe you said a small gathering!” He yelled into the house over the music when his eyes landed on his friend.

“You know me, I can’t help it” he stretched his arms out giving Chris a bear hug, he moved to the living room and gestured with his head for you and Chris to follow him

“CHRIS!” Bellowed the group of people in the living room, Chris took you around the room where there were a chorus of greetings from his friends who then quickly went back to their own conversations.

“She’s a little nervous” Chris pointed to you when he noticed you weren’t making conversation with the last of his friends he was introducing you to.

You tossed him a disapproving look, mortified because you weren’t a conversationalist like Chris and that always made you self conscious.

“I doubt it, it’s probably just because you talk so much and no one can get a word in edgewise” one of the women remarked making the others laughs and you joined in leaning into him teasing.

“Come sit with us” she patted the couch “before he chews your ear off about some sports stuff”

Chris scoffed, rolled his eyes and stormed off leaving you all laughing again and taking the seat that was offered to you.

His friends were nice and funny, they sensed your nerves and instead of asking you questions about your personal life you all talked about the one thing you had in common which was Chris. You occasionally glanced back at him where you saw him eyeing you carefully and giving him a small smile letting him know you were ok.

You sat back for the most part listening to all their childhood stories and you thought about what Chris must have been like when he was younger. They argued after having realised they had different version of the same events, you envied how close they all were and the amount of memories they shared. A few left the couch to get some drinks including the woman who offered you a drink and you were then left alone with his friend Mike.

Mike was hilarious, you got lost in conversation with him, he was so charming and flirtatious something you always liked in people. He had you cracking up most of the night telling you stories about times where Chris’ sister had convinced him to wear a dress and some makeup. You burst out laughing brushing you hand against his as your body shook with laughter.

“What are you guys talking about?” You jumped when you felt Chris sidle up next to you eager to know what you both were laughing at. He pulled you hand back from where it lay on Mike’s knee and held it in his hand firmly.

“You” you said in union, looking at each other and falling back in laughter

“We should probably get going, it’s late” he whispered in your ear squeezing your hand

“No, no we’re having so much fun” you gave him pleading eyes

“Yeah come on Chris, let your girlfriend hang out with me” he flashed his brows at him, smirking.

“We’re going” Chris stated tugging at your hand and pulling you up from the couch.

If you had any amount of strength you would have resisted him but Chris was way stronger than you, he might as well have picked you up. You waved your good-byes to his friends that were scattered all around the house and when you turned to wave good-bye to Mike he had pulled you away so fast you thought you were going to get whiplash.

“Jesus Chris, slow down” you breathed

“What so you can flirt with Mike more”

You almost didn’t hear it but when you did you stood still a few metres away from the car and when he noticed you weren’t moving he turned to you throwing his hands up in the air and furrowing his brows at you.

“Flirting with him?”

“Yeah, I saw the way you were laughing with him!” he spat bitterly, his voice echoing into the night air

You slapped you hand to your mouth but not before a small chuckle escaped

“You think this is funny” he moved to you

“No?” You snorted, a small grin flashing across your face.

He scoffed heading back to the car and you quickly followed him climbing into the passenger seat.

“Chris… honey I’m sorry” you put your hand over his “I’m not laughing I swear”

He started the car, keeping his eyes glued to the road and giving you the cold shoulder. The entire car ride Chris never said a word to you, never glanced at you and really committed to this silent treatment. You just couldn’t believe how jealous and it was a side of him you’d never seen yet and it kind of turned you on. He got possessive and annoyed just at the sight of seeing you getting along with his friend, something he wanted you to do you thought.

As soon as he turned the car into the drive, he still made no attempts to talk to you, just parking the car and getting out of the car.

“Seriously Chris” you narrowed your eyes following him into the house

He headed for the living room throwing himself on the couch and staring up at the couch, he sat up rubbing his head with his hands. You leaned against the door frame watching his movements for a few minutes before moving to pour yourself a glass of scotch and doing the same for him. You set it down on the coffee table in front of him and took a seat beside him, you planted a kiss quickly on his cheek before he could pull his head back.

“You’re really not talking to me” you spoke softly

When he didn’t respond or even look at you, you took that as your clue to leave, finding his behaviour really annoying and slamming your glass to the table you stormed out of the room. Usually you would stay up and wait for him to come to bed before you drifted off to sleep but you were so filled with anger the idea of sleeping next to him almost made you blood boil.

How dare you think you’d flirt with someone else, it’s not like he wasn’t a flirt and hated the attention he got from women. But you never brought it up and felt some type of way about it, you were pacing the bedroom stripping off your clothes and letting them drop to the ground before you crawled into bed. You soon drifted off to sleep despite all the anger and even when you felt the weight shift on his side of the bed.

//

You woke first groggy then letting your senses come back to you, you sigh a deep breath stretching out any tension as the memory of last night flooded you. You turn to your right remembering how he had the nerve to even sleep in bed with you last night and you yank the covers to your side deliberately depriving him of any warmth before getting out of bed in a fit.

You made as much sound as you possibly could, slamming the bathroom door, opening up the drawers loudly and shutting them again, stomping throughout the bedroom hoping all the noise would annoy him and disrupt his sleep. You watch him stir in his sleep slowly waking up and you left the room but not before slamming the bedroom door.

You roamed around the kitchen, pacing lightly, you tried not to be bothered by his behaviour but it was hard. You never thought of Chris as a jealous man and he never showed any jealousy like that before. You wondered if it was some red flag that you missed over the years you’d been dating, maybe the signs were always there and you never paid any attention to it. Something about it didn’t sit well with you and you leaned on the counter mulling it over, he ignored you from the moment you were in the car till you went to bed. That was so unusual, Chris hated going to bed angry so you knew that this must have really gotten to him.

You felt yourself getting annoyed again, did he really think you were flirty or would even think about cheating on him. What did that say about how he felt about you and how he saw you.

“You should learn to be more quiet” he grumbled brushing past you

You didn’t notice that he was even in the kitchen till his voice pulled you out of your thoughts

“Huh” you turned to him

“It was rude, I was sleeping”

“Oh I’m sorry, am I supposed to care” you were being petty for sure and didn’t care about it, he deserved it.

He glared at you flaring his nostrils “don’t piss me off”

“Or what, you’re gonna stop talking to me again. Oh I’m so scared” you mocked

He set down his cup of coffee and slowly approached you “you don’t wanna see what I’ll do”

The little flash of anger in his eyes let you know he was serious, you had gotten under his skin.

“What if I do?” you glared at him playfully

He took a few more steps to you until he had backed you to the counter and pressed himself against you. He gave you a smirk, bending down to kiss and lick your neck softly, he wrapped his arms around your middle pulling you to him sharply.

“Chris you can’t just-“

“What? Touch you” he dipped his head to you neck again sucking gently “I’ll do what I want” His hands slid to your thigh slowly reaching under your robe. “And what I want…” he trailed kisses along you jawline before capturing your lips “is you”.

He was gentle with you at first which had you thinking he wasn’t angry at you anymore before his hand snaked up to cup your skull, pulling your head back so you locked eyes with him. You gasped at the pressure and watched as that anger flooded his eyes again only for it to be replaced with arousal quickly. His loosened his grip and his hand slid down to your throat, your eyes widened as you waited for him to apply pressure but he never did. Instead he watched and felt you whimper against him nervous but you were also getting restless wanting more from him.

“I don’t like seeing you with other men” he gripped your hips harshly “You’re mine and only mine. Do you understand?”

You moaned your response but it didn’t satisfy him, his grip around your throat tightened

“Do you understand?” He asked again

“Yes…yes” you chocked out

He narrowed his eyes “I don’t believe you” He grabbed your waist quickly bending you over the counter. He pushed his pelvis into you and you let out a soft moan feeling his hard cock against you. He leaned into you , whispering in your ear “I think I need to show you”. You couldn’t see his face, only feel him touch all over you body, his warm breath against your ear and him getting harder the more you twisted your hips against him.

“I need to show you who you belong to” his voice rasped as you heard him unbuckling his belt, your breath hitched when the belt hit the floor and the clang rang through silent kitchen. He hiked up your robe so it fell bundled just above your ass, he ran his hand up from your thigh and soft moan escaped your lips.

“You see how wet you are” he slipped his finger inside you, you jerked arching your back as he crooked his finger hitting that spot you loved so much. You bucked your hips slowly with his pace reaching forward to grasp whatever you could to steady yourself. You were getting restless, desperate but he was having fun teasing you.

You groaned feeling his shaft slide up and down your slit. When he moved away you whimpered and whined at the loss aching for him. He teased your hole making sure to line his cock up nicely with you pussy, he waited moments before slamming into you without warning.

“Oh fuck” you cried out as he pounded into you more and more. His thrusts were rough, violent like he was trying to ravage you right there in the kitchen. While you tried your best to keep up with him, every time the tip of his cock hit your cervix you gasped and winced with both pleasure and pain.

The way he thrust into you told you he wanted you to scream him name loudly, it made it difficult for you to stay upright. He bent over you interlocking his fingers with you keeping you in place as he pushed in and out of you picking up the pace again. You felt his breath near your ear again and it drove you insane hearing him breathing heavily. You squeezed your pussy around his cock making his lightly gasp and then thrust into you harshly as punishment.

“Are you misbehaving again” he rasped against your ear, plunging into you harder. “God, you’re so fucking tight”, his lips latched on to your neck as his hands roamed your body.

Soon his hand went to your throat squeezing harshly, you knees started to buckle and all you fell from your lips were moans.

“I wanna hear you, tell me who you belong to” he panted heavily

“It-it’s you, I-i belong to you” you stuttered

“That’s right” he thrust into you burying himself deep inside you “you” he pulled back out teasing your hole “belong” he slowly pushed into you making you exhale deeply “to me” you let out a quiet low moan nearing your release at his words.

You knew he was close too as he movements became staggered, he was trying his best to hold on but it was growing to be difficult for him. You bucked madly crying out loudly, you wanted your release, you needed it.

“Yes, yes god yes” you chanted as you grew close

He pounded into you violently now grunting heavily with every thrust, he gripped you hips then moved his feet to spread your legs as best as far as you’d let him. You tightened around him, you cries bouncing off the walls. You screwed your eyes shut, reaching you hands back to feel for him, worried he’d move and leave you like this.

“Fuck” he grunted loudly still thrusting into you as you body trembled and shook from your orgasm. You yelled slamming you hands to the counter holding on for dear life as you hit your climax. You legs shook and bent inwards as you tried to close them but he didn’t let you. He held them apart still working towards his orgasm.

“Chris-“ you begged

“I’m not done with you yet” he pounded into you a few more times, giving you long strokes before he bent over you his orgasm building quickly. He was buried deep inside you and he was overcome quickly with pleasure. He let go of your legs letting you close them but still staying inside you. He reached up his head resting in the crook of your neck trialing kisses along your shoulder.

You both panted heavily and you struggled to form a deep breath as his body weighed heavy above you. He reached around giving you clit a flick making  gasp beneath him, you were so sensitive to his touch. He slowly moved of you and you dared not move yourself letting him admire the view before you felt him pull you to him.

“I hope you’ve learnt your lesson” he smirked giving you a gentle smack as you walked past him “now get upstairs, I’ll be up soon”

~~~

Hope you enjoyed it, feedback is encouraged and appreciated. 

[newronantic]

HAIKYUU!! FICS

so this is mostly gonna be for myself to keep track of my favorite fics i’ve read, but hey if anyone else wants to check some of these out then thats great

MHA one is up!!

ill keep updating this as i read more, feel free to send me suggestions!

KageHina

plain as day - emleewrites

In which Hinata has spent the better part of the last twenty years putting his heart and soul into volleyball, hoping to be recognised, to be noticed. And yet he spends all these years also thinking of himself as rather plain, beyond his lack of height and bright hair, and not really noticeable at all.

In Transit - Mysecretfanmoments

Hinata finds that he likes standing close to Kageyama on buses and trains. It doesn't mean anything--probably. Maybe.

I like the way your clothes smell - Mysecretfanmoments

Power outages, ghost stories, and the presence of a certain orange-haired boy lead to bad decision-making on Tobio's part. He'd planned to keep his crush a secret; the universe has other plans.

Chaotic Neutral - akaraka

Who's this Kageyama person on twitter and is he gay?

1: Anonymous: see title

2: Anonymous: curry king

3: Anonymous >> 1: It's the curry king, obviously. Have you been using his memes this whole time without knowing who he was?

4: Anonymous: 1) Hinata Shouyou's boyfriend 2) See above

jellyfish - mysterytwin

At the beginning of his last year at Karasuno High School, Hinata Shouyou starts a list and calls it THINGS TO DO BEFORE GRADUATION, all with high hopes that he’ll be able to complete it before his time runs out.

TsukkiYama

Try This On For Size - CloudMonsta

A lot changed for Yamaguchi Tadashi over the course of high school. He started trying on dresses, for one.

The Great Yamaguchi-Tsukishima Split (Capitalization Necessary) - WyYeuw

"But no, the current situation isn’t normal. This situation requires the full attention of the team.

No, what’s really concerning this time around, is that Yamaguchi is the one ignoring Tsukishima.”

Yamaguchi confesses. Tsukishima fucks up—like, really fucks up. The volleyball club notices and loses a week’s worth of practice.

IwaOi

Terrarium - sausaged

He's practically a professional at being proactive (lies, lies, and lies when it comes to Iwaizumi).

At this point, is he really happy with just staying best friends forever? Will he be writing journals and collecting rocks forever (he will, he knows, but that is aside from the point)?

Can he really tag his Instagram photos with #YOLO if he doesn't actually put that phrase into practice?

A story about Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, plants, and rocks.

They Say it Rain Diamonds on Jupiter - exsao

"You're in love with him."

Hajime considers denying it. He considers deliberately choking on his drink to express surprise, to create a distraction by spitting onto the man in front of him's pristine white shirt and causing a commotion. Instead, he swallows his mouthful of soda and heaves a small sigh once his mouth is free.

"Yeah," he says instead.

He's never been good at lying, anyway.

bait and switch - Stylographic_Blue_Rhapsody

Oikawa's university volleyball team knows he's in a long-distance relationship with someone from high school. They imagine a sweet-faced girl that matches his sarcasm with patience. They are so incredibly wrong.

my heart is where it’s always been - foreverautumn

Iwaizumi places his phone down carefully.

Oikawa. Pining after someone. There’s no way.

(Iwaizumi knows he shouldn’t care who Oikawa might have feelings for, but within the span of three days, it’s somehow the only thing he can think about.)

KuroKen

Beautiful People Will Ruin Your Life - todxrxki

Kuroo Tetsurou runs a private Twitter account where he's constantly tweeting about how desperately in love he is with Kozume Kenma. Little does he know that Kenma sees all the tweets and keeps referencing the account in an attempt to get Kuroo to confess to him. / Or, five times Kuroo didn't notice Kenma hinting about his private Twitter account, and one time he finally did.

the things that get caught in the valves of his heart - ghostpot

Emotional competency is not exactly Kuroo's strong suit. Kenma finds it quite amusing.

Accidentally In Love - todxrxki

Kuroo frowns, but then slowly, the corners of his mouth lift up into a smirk. "Well, if it's so unbelievable, why don't we give it a try?"

Kenma glances up at him curiously. "What do you mean?"

"Let's do the 36 questions to fall in love," Kuroo says, still smirking stupidly. "If we don't fall in love, then you're right, it's bullshit. But if we do somehow..." Kuroo waggles his eyebrows. "Then I win." / Kuroo decides he and Kenma should do the 36 questions to fall in love as a joke, but they both start to realize they might actually be in love already.

the galaxy is endless (i thought we were, too) - cosmogony

TW: major character death

Kuroken AU where the last words your soulmate will say to you appear on your skin when you turn 16, and how Kenma and Kuroo learn what this means over the course of their lives

even if you’re ahead for a bit, i will catch up - ghostpot

Kuroo first confesses when they're sticky-fingered, wide-eyed kids, and subsequently every day after that. Kenma takes a while to come around.

you’re the brake lines failing (as my car swerves off the freeway) - ghostpot

Kenma thinks that Kuroo looks ugly with his head bent against the arm of the couch like that. Then Kenma thinks that he wants to marry him, and is promptly thrown into the 5 stages of grief.

teach me the way home - icespyders

“Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because —

because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long

and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station

when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.”

Kuroo and Kenma grow up in transit.

in this universe - crossbelladonna

Living with Kuroo is sometimes, just like this. It always feels surreal like he's living half a world and a lot of things rush by too quickly. Kenma feels like he'd watched him come and go in a blink, eyes wide and wordless as the shared space went snug in an instant and far larger in the next.

All this, and a glass of water.

Beginning’s End - todxrxki

Somehow over the course of Kenma's lifetime, he’s never really had an opportunity to miss Kuroo. He’s always been there. Even when they went to different schools, Kuroo would meet him afterwards so they could walk home together, shoulders brushing, Kuroo occasionally taking the opportunity to guide him when his nose was buried in the newest video game. The thought of Kuroo not being there anymore is uncomfortable, to say the least. / Kozume Kenma's third year and the changes the year brings in himself and his relationship with Kuroo Tetsurou.

All I Want for Christmas is You - todxrxki

“Kuro,” he says. “You’re a single guy.”

“Yeah, great, thanks for pointing that out.”

“And my parents already know you, plus they already know you like guys or whatever so… what if you pretended to be my date for Christmas dinner?” / In which Kenma recruits his housemate and best friend Kuroo to be his fake date for Christmas.

BokuAka

just to miss the sun - rosevtea

Everything begins to implode when MSBY Jackals outside hitter Bokuto Koutarou crashes Akaashi's livestream.

Operation BokuAka - kazzydolyn

After spending two whole years watching Bokuto and Akaashi pine for one another, the rest of the Fukuroudani Volleyball Club has had enough. When everyone meets up for a reunion dinner, the team decides to play matchmaker and finally get the two of them together. Unfortunately, their plan starts to fall apart when they discover that Akaashi is already dating someone. And apparently so is Bokuto. What a strange coincidence.

bitter - silvercistern

He accepted his classmate's chocolates gracefully, then declared his lack of interest with as much dignity as he could muster. She deserved the courtesy. At least she'd acknowledged that Valentine's Day was all about her, and not about him in the slightest.

Because if any of these girls had taken the time to actually get to know him, they’d quickly realize something even more important than his lack of interest in girls.

And that was that Akaashi hated sweets.

In Another Life - LittleLuxray

TW: major character death

Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too.

The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write.

120% yes - pissedofsandwich

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Kissing Ace - karasunovolleygays

It happens right after training camp.

Akaashi Keiji has a secret he has guarded since he was a child. He won’t go so far as to call it a fear, but more of an aspect of himself of which he is horribly mortified. No one on the team knows about it, and Akaashi does his best to keep it that way.

But years of dodging hugs and casual contact come to naught in the blink of an eye and the swipe of a hand.

daisy rings and frivolous things (i am deliriously in love with you) - gabstar

Akaashi Keiji is in love. Bokuto Koutarou is a star. Everyone on Fukurodani has a gambling problem.

SakuAtsu

The MSBY Black Jackals Read Thirst Tweets - isaksara (syailendra)

Sakusa’s eyes are very dark naturally, sucking in all surrounding rays of light and crushing them in his pupils. For an athlete, he is rather pale. His lips look very pink in comparison. Atsumu is suddenly catastrophically aware that in this instance, ‘accent’ is a euphemism. “Good enough for your Olympic-size ego, Miya?”

(In which Atsumu realizes that he is attracted to Sakusa Kiyoomi in the most inconvenient way possible.)

A Liar’s Truth - internetpistol

In which Sakusa Kiyoomi is raised to believe that gay people go to hell but then takes one look at Miya Atsumu and thinks, then why the hell did God make them so fucking hot?

[therealvinelle]

Bella is doomed

Kind of a continuation of my previous post.

By the end of Breaking Dawn, Bella is wonderfully happy with her life. Edward, Renesmée, Cullens, material wealth, vampirism, she has it all. Unfortunately I don’t think she has any idea what she signed up for, and it’s not just because this girl thinks being a vampire means being a sparkly princess.

So, when it comes to being a Cullen, Bella signed up for this really specific type of lifestyle that can’t last forever. Even if living among humans while keeping the secret in the 21st century was sustainable (and it isn’t - facial recognition, social media, and our tech overlords mean that the Cullens are playing with fire), human society will still change. The day will inevitably come where Bella looks around herself and doesn’t recognize the world she’s living in. And I think that will be a very real problem for her.

Bella is by no means poor, but she is a lower middle class girl who has been working on the side since she was fifteen so she can get into college. When she meets the Cullens, she very much notices their material wealth. She notices their cars, their clothes, their house. She’s mortified by Edward’s ostentatious gifts, but she clearly covets that wealth. And she very badly does not want to be that kind of person. She is every bit the romantic who wants true love and the whole shebang, so for her to ever admit that Edward’s wealth is a perk she enjoys, something about him that she’s attracted to, would be up there with aborting Renesmée on the list of things Bella is never, ever, doing. I digress.

Bella’s happiness in Breaking Dawn is built on three things, there’s 1. Edward, 2. Renesmée, and 3. the Cullen family package. And the Cullen family package is the people in the family, the family dynamic, and their lifestyle.

So, the lifestyle is doomed. This is just a fact of life. Environmental change alone means things will change.

Then there’s the fact that the Cullens are a very dysfunctional, and quite young, coven. Edward and Rosalie don’t get on at all, he consistently believes the absolute worst of her, that she’s out to get him (in this outtake he thinks she’s lying about Bella being dead because it’s Rosalie, she’s the worst), and the nicest thing he’ll say about her is that she’s too headstrong and proud to eat people. Just… this guy despises her on every level. Alice and Rosalie are not close either, they seem to be civil enough around each other when times are good, but Alice jumps on Bella with far too much zeal. Rosalie herself reflects (x) that Alice seems to prefer Bella over her. Then we have Jasper and Edward, who also don’t seem close at all, in Midnight Sun Edward has so little faith in Jasper’s ability to learn control that he wonders why the guy even burdens everyone else by trying. In every way he seems to hold Jasper in very low regard, and they don’t seem to be at all close.

You also have Rosalie and Emmett eloping every now and then, you have Edward leaving for years at a time, you have New Moon where the whole family scatters.

I don’t think the Cullens staying together forever is a given at all, in fact I believe a split is inevitable.

Just - Bella signed up for this wholesome, stable family, but she doesn’t know who these people are at all. In Eclipse she’s shocked to learn Jasper and Rosalie have personalities. She also very much see them as a nuclear family of father, mother, and children, but do Carlisle and Jasper have a father/son dynamic? Esme and Alice a mother/daughter dynamic? They love each other like family or believe they all do anyway but the nuclear family is just the cover story they need to blend in.

The point I’m trying to get at here, is that Bella signed up for a lifestyle that won’t last, with a family filled with people far more complicated than she realizes and that most likely will break apart down the line as the cracks become chasms.

I also think that Edward is not such a certainty in her life as Bella thinks, I think he fell for the human and that their marriage only survives in Breaking Dawn because Bella’s amazing control lets her remain human in so many ways, and even that survival is untenable. But that’s for another post.

Bella wanted vampirism because she wanted this happy ending she didn’t fully understand, and as that happy ending starts falling apart she’ll come to resent vampirism.

Basically, by the end of Breaking Dawn I’m just left feeling bad for Bella. She has no idea what vampires are or what she signed up for, she signed up for a very specific type of lifestyle that won't last forever. America won't last forever, society will turn like a kaleidoscope, and a time will come when the world she's living in is one that isn't hers any more than the 21st century is Carlisle's. And this is all even assuming the Cullens last forever, when this is a very young coven who have serious, deep-running internal strifes and dysfunctions.

[bluejayblueskies]

10 for the hug prompts with JonMartin? 🥺

touches prompt list

10 - hiding their face in the other’s neck

a no-fears au where jon and martin are in an established relationship! cw for nausea and a brief mention of vomiting (doesn't actually occur)

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Jon doesn’t do roller coasters.

It is not, despite what Tim says when he thinks Jon isn’t listening, because he’s a, quote, ‘old man at heart’ and doesn’t know how to have fun. In theory, Jon is actually rather fond of roller coasters. He’d watched a documentary once about the design of them, and it had been rather fascinating.

It’s not because Jon doesn’t like roller coasters. It’s…

Well. It’s probably more accurate to say that roller coasters don’t like him. Specifically, his sense of equilibrium and his digestive system. Pills help somewhat, if he remembers to take them, but the fact of the matter is that he’s much more likely to leave the ride with a feeling of intense nausea than of exhilaration. He just… gets motion sick. No way around it. He always sits in the front seat of cars, ensures that he’s in a forward-facing train seat at all times, rarely travels by boat, and… avoids roller coasters.

The fact that he is currently standing in the queue for a particularly large and particularly frightening-looking roller coaster is not, therefore, due to his overwhelming love for them. It is instead entirely due to his overwhelming love for the man standing next to him, eyes bright and excited as he explains the history of this particular roller coaster. His hand is warm and soft in Jon’s, and their clasped hands swing absently back and forth as they slowly inch forward in the queue. His curls are a shock of auburn against the sky, and when he laughs and squeezes Jon’s hand, Jon forgets his anxiety entirely for a moment, lost in a wave of affection and fondness.

“—and because it’s the twenty-fifth anniversary of the ride,” Martin says with a wide grin, “it’ll be running backward today! Well, all season, I- I suppose, but we’re here today, so…”

Jon has never been on a roller coaster that’s traveled backward. It does… not sound appealing.

“That’s… very exciting,” Jon says with a smile, trying to make the words sound as genuine as possible. Because he is a coward. Or, perhaps, just very in love. Maybe both.

It’s just… Martin had been so excited when he’d dropped the amusement park tickets in front of Jon a few weeks ago. And in the four months or so that they’ve been dating, Jon has found it increasingly hard to say things that will cause that wide, unabashed smile on Martin’s face to dim even in the slightest. So Jon had discretely taken several motion sickness pills before they’d left that morning and had told himself that there were plenty of other things to do at an amusement park besides roller coasters and spinning rides and other things that make it their personal mission to tie Jon’s stomach into knots.

And then Martin had spent the entire train ride rambling about the various roller coasters and how he’d always wanted to go to an amusement park but he’d never been able to find the time or the money before and how he’s never been on a roller coaster but they look so fun, and Jon just… hadn’t been able to tell him.

It’ll be fine, he tells himself as they finally reach the front of the queue, the brightly colored cars sitting empty in front of them. It’ll be… completely, totally fine. Nothing to worry about.

They sit a few rows from the front. The click of the restraints makes Jon’s stomach squeeze with nerves, and he swallows around the lump in his throat. He doesn’t realize that he’s gripping the bar in front of him with white knuckles until Martin says gently, “Hey. Is… everything okay?”

No, but it’s certainly too late to change my mind now, Jon does not say.

“Yes,” Jon says, loosening his grip with considerable effort. It’s fine. “Just… b-been a while since I was on one of these.”

Technically not a lie.

“Oh!” Martin gives him a soft smile that makes his heart stutter in his chest. “Well, it’ll be a… new experience for both of us then, I suppose.”

The car jerks into motion, and Jon’s hands tighten instinctively on the bar again. It’s a… disconcerting effect, to be moving backward rather than forward, and one that Jon is decidedly not fond of. They exit the staging area and begin to climb up the first of the many, many hills Jon had eyed warily from their place in the queue. Jon looks straight ahead and does not look down and tries to breathe through his nose.

A warm hand covers his, and Jon looks over to see Martin watching him, that same soft smile on his lips. Martin squeezes gently, and Jon relaxes, just a fraction.

Then, the car tips over the peak of the hill and begins to accelerate, and Jon’s world blurs into a mess of colors and sensations.

The only part of the ride that Jon enjoys is the fact that it’s over quickly. By the time the car rolls to a halt—after a terrifying sequence of loops and drops and harsh curves and tight spirals—Jon feels as if his insides have been scooped out, stuffed in a washing machine, tumble dried, and then pushed back into him at all the wrong angles. Martin’s hand is still gripping his, somehow, and it remains there as they exit the car and make their way down the ramp and into the main thoroughfare. Jon’s legs feel boneless, like they’re made of jelly, and he is deeply afraid that if he opens his mouth, he is going to empty the contents of his stomach onto the pavement below.

Gentle hands are on Jon’s shoulders then, and Jon finds himself guided onto a metal bench just a few meters away from the exit ramp. Jon tries to protest that he’s fine—they have limited time here and he doesn’t need to take a break—but his stomach rolls and he pinches his lips shut before he manages to form a single word. When a hand settles on his upper back and presses down gently, he finally gives in to the urge to bend over and tuck his head between his knees in an effort to alleviate some of the lingering vertigo.

“Breathe, Jon,” Martin says, and Jon does. He takes a few deep breaths, and when a particularly powerful wave of nausea overtakes him, he can’t help the groan that escapes him. “I know,” Martin says softly, moving his hand in soothing circles on Jon’s back. “Just keep breathing, Jon. We can get some water in a bit, just… for now, let’s sit.”

Jon is too nauseous to be properly embarrassed by the coddling. That situation changes quickly as the minutes pass and Jon’s stomach begins to settle. After what must be nearly ten minutes, the nausea has faded entirely, but Jon keeps his head between his knees so he doesn’t have to look at Martin’s face.

“Feeling any better?” Martin prompts, and Jon lets out a slow breath. He nods once, and—with the help of Martin’s hand on his arm—straightens slowly, keeping his eyes fixed firmly on the ground as he does so.

“Sorry,” he says, so quietly he isn’t sure Martin can hear him over the din of the crowd.

“You don’t have to apologize for- for feeling sick,” Martin says. He rubs a thumb against Jon’s arm and says, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I- I didn’t think… it would be this bad?”

Out of the corner of his eye, Jon sees Martin give him a look that very clearly expresses his skepticism.

Jon sighs and puts his head in his hands again. “I just… didn’t want to disappoint you, I suppose.”

Martin is, of course, sharper than Jon gives him credit for sometimes. “Because I said I’d never had the chance to go on a roller coaster before?”

Jon nods miserably. “I-in my defense, I thought you would start with something significantly less… gravity-defying.”

“Jon,” Martin says, kindly and patiently yet with a chastising edge to it. “You could have waited by the exit.”

“I—I didn’t…” Jon feels the tips of his ears grow warm. “I didn’t want to leave you.”

“Oh,” Martin says, his voice pitched a touch higher than normal. “That’s… um, r-really sweet, actually.”

Jon is glad that Martin can’t see his face because he’s sure whatever expression would have crossed it just then would have been utterly sappy and mortifying.

“B-but I—I don’t want you to make yourself sick on my account,” Martin hastens to say. “There are loads of other things to do here. W-we don’t have to ride the roller coasters.”

Jon uncovers his face and looks at Martin. “But you want to ride the roller coasters.”

Martin worries his bottom lip between his teeth. He doesn’t deny it. Instead, he says, “I… also want to spend time with you, Jon. D-doing things we both want to do, not… not just me.”

Jon stares at Martin and thinks, not for the first time, that he loves him. But it’s still too early to say it, probably, and he’s certainly not going to do so sitting on a sticky metal bench surrounded by children and tired-eyed parents. So all he says, in the end, is, “If… if you’re sure.”

Martin takes Jon’s hand in his and squeezes gently. “I am.” Then, he gives Jon a wide, soft smile that has Jon’s stomach twisting all over again. “So. What do you do at amusement parks, then?”

Jon flushes. But Martin doesn’t laugh at him when he mumbles that he’s actually quite fond of carousels. Instead, he takes Jon’s hand and walks with him across the park—staying away from the more crowded sections, stopping to buy some horrendously overpriced bottles of water on their way—until they’re standing in front of the carousel, painted in lovely pastel blues and yellows.

Jon, for a moment, feels self-conscious and more than a bit childish. But then Martin squeezes his hand and says, without a hint of teasing, “So, what animal do you prefer?” and the tension in Jon’s shoulders melts away in an instant.

Jon learns that Martin likes the classic horses, manes painted gold and plastic saddles a bright cherry red. (And Martin is entirely unsurprised to find that Jon chooses the cat, every time.) He learns, as they continue to explore the amusement park, that Martin likes caramel apples but hates how they get stuck in his teeth. (He purchases one anyway, rolled in peanuts and little rainbow sprinkles, that gives Jon a toothache just looking at it.) He learns that Martin does not appreciate his explanation that the monsters on the haunted house ride are ‘just dummies’ and ‘obviously fake’ and ‘really, Martin, that’s not even the correct number of bones in a human skeleton.’ (Though he secretly treasures the way that Martin clings to his side in the car and hides his face in Jon’s neck, his curls tickling the sensitive skin just underneath Jon’s chin.)

And Martin, apparently, learns that Jon is strangely good at midway games.

“You know those things are totally rigged, right?” Martin says, staring at Jon in disbelief as he tries and fails to adjust his grip on the frankly enormous plush teddy bear the midway worker had begrudgingly surrendered to him. And the medium-sized plush cat he’d won earlier. And the dozen or so little plushies and trinkets and accessories he’d acquired along the way. “You’re not supposed to be able to win.”

“Yes, well.” Jon gives up on trying to find a comfortable way to carry his prizes and extends the massive teddy toward Martin. “I suppose I’m just… lucky.”

He is certainly not going to admit that he spent a good three days researching what to do on a carnival date, came to the conclusion that it would be romantic to win an enormous stuffed animal for Martin, and committed himself to memorizing which games were easiest to win and what strategies he should employ in order to have the best chance at success. That would be… well. A bit much, he thinks. Best to just… not mention it.

Martin carries the teddy all the way back to his flat, his cheeks flushing a lovely pink whenever an occasional curious glance is thrown in their direction. It’s only once they get there and Martin tries to pass the plushie back to Jon with a sheepish, “Suppose I better give this back now,” that Jon realizes he had… indeed not been very clear about his intentions.

“It’s… for you, actually,” Jon says, ignoring the way his cheeks are growing steadily warmer. Then, Jon takes a breath and pushes the rest of the plushies rather unceremoniously into Martin’s arms, save for the cat which he’s… grown rather attached to in their short acquaintanceship. “Th-they all are. Er. F-for you.”

“O-oh.” Martin looks down at the collection of brightly colored things in his arms, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. “I—I… really?”

Jon hugs the cat tightly to his chest, feeling something like embarrassment curl in his stomach. “I-if you don’t want them, I—I can—”

“No!” Martin says quickly, curling his arms protectively around the plushies. “I—I do. W-want them.” He looks down at the teddy sitting by his feet, then up at Jon with a warm, shy smile on his face. “Th-thanks, Jon.”

I love him, I love him, I love him.

Jon nods, pinches his lips together, and tries to keep his affection contained. He doesn’t want to come on too strong, after all. That’s… something he’s not meant to do, he thinks.

Then, when they’re both lying in bed and Martin’s chest is pressed against Jon’s back, his arm curled around Jon’s middle and his nose buried in Jon’s hair, Martin murmurs, “I love you,” and Jon’s breath catches in his throat.

“I… I love you too,” he whispers. And it’s such an easy thing to say that Jon wonders why he’d ever worried at all.

Martin makes a sleepy, contented noise, burrowing closer and wrapping Jon more tightly in his arms. And because he can—he can, he can, Martin said it first, so he can—Jon says again, so quietly he isn’t sure Martin can hear it: “I love you.”

The words are sweet on his tongue, like candy floss and funnel cakes and caramel apples.