#I'M JUST SAYING IF YOU REALLY LOVED HER YOU WOULD SHARE HER

[seitmai]

As always, many thoughts

Phoenix smoothed out his Hawaiian shirt across his chest and shoulders, and then she took his chin in her hand and turned his face from side to side. "Yeah, okay, should be fine," she muttered, examining his appearance.  "Nat, seriously, what did you do?" "Well.... I signed you up for speed dating," she informed him, wincing before he even responded.

She 100% would do something like that haha

Bradley chuckled. "You think I'll find a girl there? You're insane, Nat. It's going to be the weirdest assortment of people under the San Diego sun. Crazy people who collect cats and probably a bunch of basement dwellers." But as he watched his friend's face fall, he felt a little guilty. "I just thought you might have fun, you know, putting yourself out there. It's been a year since you dated anyone," she said softly.  Bradley took a sip of his beer and ran his hand over his face. "Fine. I'll go, but only to prove to you that I'm right and you're wrong."

Just to prove her wrong haha

He watched her jump up and down a few times and clap her hands. "Yes! It's at the Surfside Tavern, and if you leave now, you'll arrive just in time," she said, taking his beer from his hand and pushing him toward the door. "Text me later and let me know how it goes... unless you know, you're busy getting hot with a basement dweller."

She deserves an update how it went 😅

He steadied you, wrapping on big hand around your waist as you regained your balance. And Bradley instantly knew there was no chance he would be bailing early tonight. You took a slow step away from him as Bradley whispered, "Damn." You looked like a real treat, with bright eyes and kind of a shy smile. And as you walked toward all of the guys in suits, you turned to smile back at him over your shoulder.

Oh he already is in love, screw the speed dating!

Bradley laughed nervously. "Both are BR names, actually," he muttered. Then he watched her scribble down his name with KEEPER next to it.  Oh shit. He had to endure five minutes of Bridget listing off potential names for their theoretical future children. Bruce, Brandy, Bryce, Brinley, Brooke and Brynn were apparently all viable options, and when Connor announced that five minutes was up, Bradley launched out of his seat. 

Hahahah this cracked me up😂

"Oh," Angie replied, and her smile turned into a frown. "I'm in the Army." Bradley watched her jot down his name and write NO next to it. Then she took out her phone and started to play Candy Crush. 

Hahaha the playing candy crush alone says a lot 😂

"Sir, we've been over this before," Connor called after him, but Bradley made his way to where you were sitting with a different guy who was wearing a full-blown tuxedo.

Connor is just trying to enforce the rules, don't give hum such a hard time Bradley!

 "I just wanted to make sure you know I'm coming up in two more tables," he told you very seriously.  You nodded your head and pressed your lips together to try to stifle your smile. "Yeah, I noticed that when you tried to knock several people over a few minutes ago." Bradley smiled at you, already loving your sense of humor.

A shared sense of humor is already a great sign

"Sir!" Connor scolded. "This is not your table!" "Yes, Connor, I know," Bradley grumbled, heading over to sit with Michelle.

Hahaha Connor and Bradley are both so over this 😅

She shrugged too. "That's okay. I really liked Simon. Want to hear about the novel I'm writing?" Bradley was enthralled after five minutes of Michelle explaining the intricate plot of the detective thriller she was working on. "Damn it, Michelle. I need to know how it ends." She smiled and jotted down his email address. "I'll put you on my mailing list."

What a great conversation! I wanna know about Michelle's novel now too😅

"Are you even listening to me?" Cara asked, breaking his concentration  "Oh, uh... sorry, no," he replied, smiling at you as you glanced at him.

Well, at least he's honest 🤷🏻‍♀️

You laughed and bit your lip, tipping your head back to look at the ceiling before meeting his eyes again. "I don't wear pajamas," you told him with a smirk of your own. Bradley sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. "I rest my case."

He couldn't have possibly hoped for a better answer 🤭

"Oh yeah? Well, what do you like?" you asked, raising the glass to your lips again and taking another sip. "So far, I like you. A lot." You leaned a bit closer as well as you told him, "I need someone who can make me laugh. It doesn't hurt if he's handsome. And I think mustaches just moved to the top of my nonnegotiable list."

"What about you, Bradley? You're cute. I like your mustache. And thank God you're not wearing a suit. You could probably get a date just by shoving the previous guy out of his seat and asking me."

Fair 🤷🏻‍♀️🤭

Their chemistry is already off the charts!😮‍💨

Bradley licked his lips. "And what's your ideal first date, babe? I'm planning on making it very memorable for you; already hoping for a second."

He is smooth

Bradley's entire body was humming. "There's nothing about you that would turn me off, is there?" he asked, and his voice was raspier now. He watched you lick your lips and shake your head. "No. Unless you can't stand smart girls who like to be a little sassy when they aren't wearing any pajamas."

Oh he definitely isn't turned off 🤭😉

"Fuck, no. I'm not moving, Connor!" Bradley called over his shoulder. Your eyes were glittering with amusement, and Bradley was going to leave this bar with you if it killed him.

Poor Connor, he is just trying to do his job 😅

Rooster Bradshaw: YOU WERE RIGHT.

Bradley felt you take his hand in yours, and his eyes were immediately on your face. "Let's get out of here, Bradley," you suggested. "Go to another bar? Or go for a walk?" "Absolutely," he replied, hopping up and pulling you to your feet.

He would do anything or go anywhere she asked 🙃

"I knew it!" she shouted, jumping up and down again.

Nat always knows!

I absolutely loved this, and I would 100% eat up a follow up of them if you ever feel up to it 🤗

Hello, I Love You | Rooster x Reader

Summary: When Phoenix signs Bradley up for speed dating on Valentine's Day, he is skeptical. But after he meets the woman of his dreams, he's not afraid to admit his best friend was right.

Warnings: Pure fluff, adult banter, some cursing

Length: 2300 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written for my Love Is In The Air playlist challenge! Thanks for reading! And please check my masterlist for more Top Gun fun.

Bradley strolled into the Hard Deck, got a beer from Jimmy, and then made his way to the pool table to join his friends. 

"What's up?" he asked Phoenix when she eyed him a little nervously.

"Now, don't get mad, okay?" She set her pool cue down and patted his shoulder.

"What did you do?" Bradley asked, frozen with his beer halfway to his lips. 

Phoenix smoothed out his Hawaiian shirt across his chest and shoulders, and then she took his chin in her hand and turned his face from side to side. "Yeah, okay, should be fine," she muttered, examining his appearance. 

"Nat, seriously, what did you do?"

"Well.... I signed you up for speed dating," she informed him, wincing before he even responded.

"No," he said, adamantly shaking his head. "Nope." Bradley sipped his beer and turned to grab some darts.

"And it starts in thirty minutes," Phoenix added, her eyes going wide as Bradley glared at her.

"Natasha, I'm not going."

"But you're lonely! And it's Valentine's Day! You need a girl!"

Bradley scoffed. "I'm not lonely. I'm... picky."

"Too picky, Rooster. Just go to the speed dating thing, please? I already spent twenty bucks to sign you up," she pleaded. "It comes with a free drink!"

Bradley chuckled. "You think I'll find a girl there? You're insane, Nat. It's going to be the weirdest assortment of people under the San Diego sun. Crazy people who collect cats and probably a bunch of basement dwellers."

But as he watched his friend's face fall, he felt a little guilty. "I just thought you might have fun, you know, putting yourself out there. It's been a year since you dated anyone," she said softly. 

Bradley took a sip of his beer and ran his hand over his face. "Fine. I'll go, but only to prove to you that I'm right and you're wrong."

He watched her jump up and down a few times and clap her hands. "Yes! It's at the Surfside Tavern, and if you leave now, you'll arrive just in time," she said, taking his beer from his hand and pushing him toward the door. "Text me later and let me know how it goes... unless you know, you're busy getting hot with a basement dweller."

Bradley just rolled his eyes and headed toward the Bronco. 

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"Let me get you signed in! What's your name?" asked a young man with Connor on his name tag. He was seated at a small table at the front of the bar, and now Bradley was getting a little nervous. There were a lot of people here tonight.

"Bradley Bradshaw," he replied, taking a name tag sticker from Connor. 

"Just grab your drink at the bar and head on back to the area where the tables are set up. I'll get everyone started soon," said Connor with a smile. 

Bradley took a deep breath, half tempted to bail, but then he thought it would be worthwhile to get his free drink since Nat stole his other one. He got a beer from the bartender and then turned toward the back of the room, where there were a bunch of guys were wearing suits. 

"Shit," he muttered, glancing down at his own jeans and bright shirt. 

When he looked up, he quickly braced himself as you accidentally bumped into him, the drink in your martini glass sloshing precariously close to the rim. "Sorry!" you gasped, looking up at him. 

He steadied you, wrapping on big hand around your waist as you regained your balance. And Bradley instantly knew there was no chance he would be bailing early tonight. 

"Thanks," you whispered, tapping your martini glass to his beer bottle with a grin.

You took a slow step away from him as Bradley whispered, "Damn." You looked like a real treat, with bright eyes and kind of a shy smile. And as you walked toward all of the guys in suits, you turned to smile back at him over your shoulder.

"Okay, let's get started!" Connor announced, pulling your attention away from Bradley and toward him. "Let's have the ladies each take a seat at one of the tables, and the guys will rotate around the room. You'll have five minutes to get to know each person, and then I'll tell you to switch. You can grab a notepad and a pencil if you want to keep track of names. Let's go!"

Bradley watched you take a seat and cross your legs, subtly glancing at him again. He was pulled toward your table like a magnet, barely able to control himself. But it looked like he wasn't the only one. 

"Fucking suits," he groaned when another guy sat down across from you. Bradley doubled back and chose a table with someone else, practically tripping since he could barely look away. 

"Hi! I'm Bridget!" said the bubbly woman now seated across from him. 

"I'm Bradley," he replied with a smile, trying to discreetly count how many tables away you were sitting. 

"Oh my God! We both have B names! That's insane!" Bridget gushed.

Bradley laughed nervously. "Both are BR names, actually," he muttered. Then he watched her scribble down his name with KEEPER next to it. 

Oh shit. He had to endure five minutes of Bridget listing off potential names for their theoretical future children. Bruce, Brandy, Bryce, Brinley, Brooke and Brynn were apparently all viable options, and when Connor announced that five minutes was up, Bradley launched out of his seat. 

He tried to hustle over to your table, but Connor was on him right away. "We're rotating in order. Remember?" 

Bradley looked over to where you were sitting, shaking hands with your second "date". But you were looking at Bradley and smiling. It looked like you were trying not to laugh. 

Bradley glared down at Connor, towering over him. "Come on, man. See that one over there? I wanna talk to her." 

But Connor was not deterred, and rather showed Bradley to his next table with Angie. "What do you do for a living?" she asked, smiling at him across the table.

"I'm a Naval aviator," he replied, trying to get a peek of you talking with Mr. Suit. 

"Oh," Angie replied, and her smile turned into a frown. "I'm in the Army." Bradley watched her jot down his name and write NO next to it. Then she took out her phone and started to play Candy Crush. 

Once again, when it was time to switch tables, Bradley jumped up and rushed toward yours. 

"Sir, we've been over this before," Connor called after him, but Bradley made his way to where you were sitting with a different guy who was wearing a full-blown tuxedo. 

"Hi," Bradley said, reaching out to shake your hand. He checked your name tag this time; he just fucking knew you'd have a pretty name. And your hand was so small and soft, he held onto it for a moment. 

You looked up at him, and an adorable giggle escaped your lips before you also said, "Hi."

"I just wanted to make sure you know I'm coming up in two more tables," he told you very seriously. 

You nodded your head and pressed your lips together to try to stifle your smile. "Yeah, I noticed that when you tried to knock several people over a few minutes ago."

Bradley smiled at you, already loving your sense of humor.

"Don't write down anything flattering about him, okay?" Bradley nodded toward the guy in the tux who just scowled in response. 

Your shoulders shook with silent laughter. "I'll see what I can do."

"Sir!" Connor scolded. "This is not your table!"

"Yes, Connor, I know," Bradley grumbled, heading over to sit with Michelle.

Michelle eyed him cautiously. "I take it you're only interested in her?" she asked, gesturing toward your table.

Bradley shrugged. "Sorry, Michelle."

She shrugged too. "That's okay. I really liked Simon. Want to hear about the novel I'm writing?"

Bradley was enthralled after five minutes of Michelle explaining the intricate plot of the detective thriller she was working on. "Damn it, Michelle. I need to know how it ends."

She smiled and jotted down his email address. "I'll put you on my mailing list."

Finally Bradley was seated at the table next to yours, just a few feet away from you. "Hi," he said again, and he could tell he must have the dumbest look on his face. 

He watched your lips curl into the most radiant smile. "Hi, Bradley." God, he felt light headed as soon as you said his name. 

"I'll be there soon," he promised, and you blushed a little bit as you turned toward another guy in a fucking suit.

Bradley turned toward Cara and asked, "Has every other guy been in a suit?"

She nodded. "One was in a tuxedo."

"Huh," he grunted, trying so hard not to focus on you while Cara asked him questions about himself. 

"Bradley, where do you work?"

He shook his head, "No... I'm originally from Virginia."

"That's not what I asked."

But Bradley couldn't help it. You were sipping your martini and re-crossing your legs. And the guy you were with sounded boring as hell.

"Are you even listening to me?" Cara asked, breaking his concentration 

"Oh, uh... sorry, no," he replied, smiling at you as you glanced at him.

"Rotate!" Connor called, and Bradley was practically shoving the suit guy out of his seat at your table. 

"Finally," he muttered, smirking as he sat down. Your cheeks were a little flushed as you spun your martini glass on the table by the stem. When your gaze slid up his chest and neck and landed on his face, he asked you, "You've gotta tell me, what are you doing here? You could get a date just walking around Target in your pajamas."

You laughed and bit your lip, tipping your head back to look at the ceiling before meeting his eyes again. "I don't wear pajamas," you told him with a smirk of your own.

Bradley sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. "I rest my case."

"What about you, Bradley? You're cute. I like your mustache. And thank God you're not wearing a suit. You could probably get a date just by shoving the previous guy out of his seat and asking me."

He nodded his head and tried not to smile. You were so fun. And you were quick on the draw. "We'll get there, babe. But actually... my best friend made me come tonight. She thinks I'm too picky when it comes to women."

"Oh yeah? Well, what do you like?" you asked, raising the glass to your lips again and taking another sip.

"So far, I like you. A lot."

Your cheeks were even more flushed now, and Bradley wanted to talk to you all night long.

"What do you look for in a guy?" he asked, leaning his forearms on the table to get a little closer to you.

You leaned a bit closer as well as you told him, "I need someone who can make me laugh. It doesn't hurt if he's handsome. And I think mustaches just moved to the top of my nonnegotiable list."

Bradley licked his lips. "And what's your ideal first date, babe? I'm planning on making it very memorable for you; already hoping for a second."

You laughed again. "Padres game. Complete with beer and ballpark nachos."

"Seriously, why are you here?"

You nibbled on your lip for a beat before you said, "My sister made me come. She said she's so tired of listening to me complain that there are no cute, funny, single guys with mustaches who aren't afraid to wear a green and yellow Hawaiian print shirt in public."

Bradley's entire body was humming. "There's nothing about you that would turn me off, is there?" he asked, and his voice was raspier now. 

He watched you lick your lips and shake your head. "No. Unless you can't stand smart girls who like to be a little sassy when they aren't wearing any pajamas."

Bradley audibly groaned and you giggled. 

"Rotate!" Connor called, and everyone was up and moving around.

"Fuck, no. I'm not moving, Connor!" Bradley called over his shoulder. Your eyes were glittering with amusement, and Bradley was going to leave this bar with you if it killed him.

Connor walked over and sighed. "You've already had five minutes together."

"That's not long enough. Have you seen her, Connor?" Bradley asked, nodding at you. "Fifty bucks if you tack on another five minutes, my man," Bradley promised him, making you crack up across the table. 

Connor just muttered, "Before he wouldn't sit down, now he won't get up." 

Bradley felt you take his hand in yours, and his eyes were immediately on your face. "Let's get out of here, Bradley," you suggested. "Go to another bar? Or go for a walk?"

"Absolutely," he replied, hopping up and pulling you to your feet.

You led him through the bar, smiling at him over your shoulder as you laced your fingers through his, and Bradley could already tell you were his perfect match.

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Natasha was still shooting some pool with the guys when she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She pulled it out to read a text from Bradley.

Rooster Bradshaw: YOU WERE RIGHT.

"I knew it!" she shouted, jumping up and down again.

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Sorry for making yet another post about it, but I just REALLY love that they included the mystery of whether Aglae is Cerise or not, right in episode 1. With it being the same voice actress in French, but that in itself isn't a give away because Kagami, for example, shares the same voice actress, too.

But what I TRULY love about this is that it finally gives us a narrative justification for suddenly hiding away Cerise's face even though we've seen her since season 1. That has bothered me the entire time, but now with Aglae (even if she's not Cerise) I can work with this again. Cause another thing this mystery now does well is taking advantage of the new art style.

Yes, we know what Cerise looked like in the OLD art style, but we can't 100% say what her face looks like NOW, especially in the 10.000 disguises she has.

The biggest clue we have by now is that she still has the same short brown hair we saw her have at the end of season 5, which I always took as confirmation that thats how she truly looks like, since we saw her put contact lenses on her brown eyes (which you can't do when you're already wearing contact lenses), and especially because the short brown hair was the only time her hair color actually matched her eye brows.

Especially the eye brows were alongside her long (claw-like) nails the thing I thought they would now use as consistent hints for her being disguised, but I'm honestly not sure anymore since we already saw up-close in episode 2 that Cerise doesn't have her claw nails anymore in the new model (which is a shame cause I loved that detail)

BUT THEN we can kinda gather what clothes Cerise wears as her "real self", and they do go well with Aglae's style and especially the purple and dark color scheme.

Which is yet another thing with two possible explanations: Aglae IS Cerise and this was an easy enough disguise to catch in episode 1, or Aglae is NOT Cerise and her inclusion is meant to tell us design and voice wise to not go with the easiest assumptions. Both are equally valid ways for the show to take this.

I just REALLY love this right now, okay? I missed having this much fun with one of the show's mysteries.

[dancinglikebutterflywings]

No More Arguing | DK

Requested by: @reiofsuns2001

Pairing: Lee Seokmin x GF!Reader

Synopsis: Seokmin has a major argument with his girlfriend and comes to realize he hates arguing with her. Using prompt 07 from my tumblr birthday prompts: “Arguing with you is horrible and I don’t ever want to live life without you.” 

Genre: Angst, fluff, slice of life

Word count: 556

Warnings: Argument. Threat of break-up. Ends with fluff.

Requests: Closed until May or June

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His fight with Y/N was eating away at Seokmin. They've had their fair share of arguments in their relationship, mostly playful banter, the occasional serious one but none of them were to this extent. They would make up within in minutes, both apologizing even if just one of them was in the wrong. But this was different.  

It had been hours since he walked out after she threatened to end their relationship. He didn't get far before the guilt started gnawing at him. He spent the next few hours sitting on one of the park benches outside their apartment building. 

Seokmin leaned back against the cool metal of the bench, staring up at the afternoon sky. All he could think about was Y/N's hurt expression when he walked out. It felt like a weight pressing down on his chest. He knows that they both have strong personalities and that their more serious arguments can get heated, but this time felt different. The thought of losing Y/N makes his stomach churn. 

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he sends her a quick text after getting an idea. 'I'm sorry. Let's go for a walk and talk this through.' he texts before sending through another one with a simple 'please.' 

He waits a few minutes for her to reply and when she doesn't, he tries calling her. As he waits for her to answer, she approaches him. "I'm here," she says getting his attention. 

The sight of her sent a rush of relief through him, but he could also see her own lingering hurt mixed with guilt and unsureness in her eyes. He quickly stands up, turning his body to face her. “Arguing with you is horrible and I don’t ever want to live life without you.”   

"I hate arguing with you too. I'm sorry as well," she says, sniffling. "I didn't mean it when I said we should break up." 

Seokmin’s heart swelled with relief at her words. “Really?' he asks the tension between dissipating just a little. He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand. 

"I love you too much to let you go," Y/N nods stepping closer to him and wraps her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly.  

"I love you too," he feels a rush of warmth as he embraced her, holding her close as if afraid she might slip away again. “I don’t want to argue anymore, not like that,” he whispered, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. “Can we promise each other that?” 

Y/N nodded, her expression softening, "I promise, and I also promise I won't threaten to break up with you again." 

He smiles and leans down to press his lips softly against hers. "And I promise not to walk out on you again." 

Y/N smiled softly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “We’re a team, and we can work through anything together.” She took a step back, still holding onto one of his hands. "Should we go for that walk? Maybe stop by our favourite place and get something to eat?' 

“That sounds perfect,” he replied, the big smile she fell in love with when they met breaking across his face. The tension that had wrapped around them like a heavy blanket began to lift as they walked side by side, fingers intertwined. 

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[wisteria-lodge]

What are your thoughts on those who believe hp fans (fan writers, artists, and appreciators alike) should leave the fandom sphere in favor of not giving JKR any “support” even if one does not share her views, as opposed to consuming fan content (or even the original media) while understanding the separation between art from artist (even if that can’t truly be 100% done, as HP is JKR, though that is another discussion entirely)?

I can only answer for myself, but I guess I would say - I'm a teacher, IRL. And my students, they know about Harry Potter, they know the property, they grew up with the movies, they read Harry Potter fanfiction, and... they talk to me about it. I think it's *good* that they talk to me about it. They ask questions about JKR, about the problematic elements in the books, trans issues, queer coded villains. Whatever is bothering them, whatever they otherwise feel dumb about asking.

Just the other day I had a very sweet conversation with a trans student who had realized he was gay because Harry and Draco in the books were so "real" and "me coded" (and then he realized people shipped them and was like OH.) Basically, he just needed to be told that his experience was still okay and valid even though JKR is such a terrible transphobe. I had another one ask me "why are all queer people Wolfstar?" (what she meant was, why do gay couples in media tend have a masc one + a femme one. But for her, patient zero is Wolfstar, and that's how she phrased the question.)

On this blog, I'm in this position where I clearly know like, a lot about Harry Potter, I clearly authentically love it (and the fan culture around it...) but am very VERY critical of both JKR as a person, and specific choices she made while writing the books. That's a combination that's definitely got me some hate mail, but also thank-you letters, and extremely earnest questions. And, if I never touched HP meta or fandom, I wouldn't get to occupy that space.

I completely, completely understand people who never want to read the words "Harry Potter" ever again. That was me, for years. I only started writing about Harry Potter on this blog last July, but so far it's been very a interesting, rewarding, cathartic experience. I've also had a great time writing fic, and using that as a means to examine my emotions and issues around this property, and with JKR herself. I got such a kick out of matching JKR's writing style as perfectly as I possibly could, and then writing Book 4 babygay Drarry. Or making Tonks just like, super genderqueer, trans, all of the above. Or flipping the framing to write a 100% canon compliant morally grey Dumbledore, and a sympathetic Lucius Malfoy. People seem to really like the fics too, so that's a nice bonus. I've gotten a lot from fanfiction myself in the past, I think it's a fascinating and useful form of art. So, I like getting getting to continue the cycle.

[angelsdean]

Also, since I'm thinking about it now I shall share my headcanon that nobody asked for of how Dean and Lisa originally meet. This is how it goes down every time in my mind.

Dean in 3x02 tells Sam:

DEAN Remember that road trip I took, uh... gosh, about eight years ago now? You were in Orlando with Dad wrapping up that banshee thing. SAM Yeah. Yeah, the five states, five-day – DEAN (laughs) Yeah. Well, kind of. Although I spent most of my time in Lisa Braeden's loft.

Dean was about 19 at the time....same age he was when he discovered his panty kink with Rhonda.

Personally I think him and Rhonda happened earlier (spring / summer 1998) while he meets Lisa on the later end of his 19th year (like early january 1999).

And Dean tells Sam here that he was on a road trip while John and Sam were wrapping up a hunt. But Sam is like, what, 15? Dean would've been better backup, no? Definitely more experienced. But for some reason John just...let him go on a road trip.....hmmm.

See TO ME, I just can't help but think of what Dean says in 14x12:

DEAN I know things got dicey… you know, with dad… the way he was. And I just… I didn’t always look out for you the way that I should’ve. I mean, I had my own stuff, you know. In order to keep the peace, it probably looked like I took his side quite a bit. Sometimes when I was… when I was away, you know it wasn’t ‘cause I just ran out, right? Dad would… he would send me away when I really pissed him off. I think you knew that.

SO, I think when Dean meets Lisa it's actually during one of these stints where John sends Dean away. So Dean is essentially homeless, pissed off, and aimless. "Road-tripping" until John cools off and decides Dean can re-join them. This is when Dean meets Lisa.

And sure, it's a fun little fling. But this is Dean we're talking about. He remembers her. He is fond of her, enough to seek her out again all these years later. And it's not just because the sex was so good. To me, I think she was a touch-stone and a good memory in the midst of a pretty shit time. She showed him affection. She basically put a roof over his head ("I spent most of my time in Lisa Braeden's loft.") And Dean-y baby forms attachments fast and loves hard. And while EYE personally do not think he was IN LOVE with Lisa at age 19, not the way he falls for Cassie during Stanford Era, I think he was surely fond of her. Had good memories of her.

As for the sex..."best night of her life" "crazy, semi-illegal" sex....WELL. That's where the "this is post-Rhonda" part comes in.

[and sorry to my staunch gay Dean truthers, I love you and support your beliefs, but this is gonna be very bisexual]

Now I don't think Dean was ever prudish about sex. And if you know me you know I don't buy into "sexually repressed" Dean fanon / headcanons. I think he's been aware of his sexuality since he was a young teen. I think he's always been a "I'll try anything once" kind of guy. But I think, before Rhonda, he wasn't really having very adventurous or kinky sex with women. I think he was still keeping his bisexuality on the down-low with women and playing up a specific Role in these relationships. But then, Rhonda shows him another way and shatters his preconceived notions of what sex with women is like. Rhonda (my bi queen<3) shows Dean the wonderful world of m/f QUEER SEX. And Dean is like "oh. Oh, I can be the submissive one. I can be penetrated, if I want."

Anyways, so, Lisa. Miss "Guess I was a little wild back then." Yeah, she definitely pegged him. Like, best-sex-of-her-life? YEAH GIRL. She finally got to peg a guy!

And Dean's whole "she was a yoga teacher. It was the bendiest weekend of my life" thing? YEAH that's because our girl Lisa helped him bend into alllllll sorts of new positions. Yoga TEACHER. Bendiest weekend of HIS life. She was turning him into a pretzel and drilling his holes.

Anyways. This is my truth.

[rwshfordgirl]

OCEANO

"só sei viver se for por você."

pairing: jude bellingham x reader!

where he just wants to see you well.

warning: mention of cheating.

a/n: i dedicate this to all the girls who read this story and who by some chance, share portuguese as their native language, lusófona union hahaha i was really looking forward to starting this project, i've been thinking about it for months and i'm so happy to finally be able to share it with you. really hope you guys like it ;)

𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬✮

Jude remembers well all the times he heard you say that you would leave everything behind to go live with him on an island in the middle of the ocean. He felt bad every time he saw you stressed, coming home from work and college tired and still finding time to take care of himself. He wanted to reward you for that, he wanted to make you forget the problems that afflicted you so much and take you to the island that you wanted to visit so bad.

He saw the board on your Pinterest profile, you saved photos that other people shared when they had the opportunity to visit an archipelago in the Indian Ocean off the coast of the African continent. The islands that formed the territory of Zanzibar. Your dream destination.

As the end of the season approached, Jude made a plan. He booked an entire floor of a five-star resort on Kendwa Beach, for a week, just for you and him.

He didn't say anything, it was a surprise until the last second. "Babe, you mind going to Ibiza this summer?"

You did mind going to Ibiza, it's not the most special place in the world, it's not the ideal place to relax after a stressful season. But Bellingham likes going there, he likes it when he gets his friends together and they head off to the island, and you wouldn't want to be without him.

However, Jude wouldn't take you to Ibiza, when the question was asked during one random afternoon, he had just booked the room at the Resort. He saw you trying to hide the annoyance on your face and in your voice.

When the day arrived, when Jude boarded the jet with you, the resort's commercial posters were above the plane's seat.

"What's this, love?" You said as you flipped through the paper showing the beauties of Zanzibar.

The smile on Jude's face grew huge, he licked his lips before speaking, "Surprise. That's where we're going."

Jude couldn't explain what he felt when he saw her face, when he saw her eyes shine and her smile gradually grow in size, "Jude, are you serious? My God, but what about your friends? Jude, are you really serious?"

Jude ran his hand around the back of you neck, he pulled you close gently and gave a little kiss on the top of her head, "It's serious love, very serious. I know how much you wanted to go there. And my friends already knew that we wouldn't go to Ibiza, only you didn't know."

You looked out the plane window, already imagining yourself lying on the sun loungers on the beach and walking hand in hand with Jude along the sandy strip of the beach.

And sitting on the edge of the bed, with his hands on his head, he remembered the smile you gave him when he told you about the trip, the kisses you gave him that conveyed your happiness. But nothing would prepare him for what would come next, nothing would prepare him for what happened minutes after that.

Bellingham headed to the balcony of the room you were in, still thinking about the event that preceded your arrival. He could see you lying face down on the hayloft, your blue dress moving in the wind, and he counted how many times you brought your hand to your face, trying to wipe away the tears that were falling.

Jude made you cry, he made you cry out of sadness and not out of happiness as it should have been, as he had planned.

"What are you insinuating?", the vision of you crossing your arms and looking him in the eye with anger, will never left his mind.

"You like his pictures, comment on his pictures. What do you want me to think?"

You rolled your eyes, the smile on your face appeared but it only highlighted the anger you felt.

"What are you implying? Tell me Jude Bellingham, what are you implying with this."

Your hands reached out to Jude to push him away.

"Do you think I would cheat on you? Do you think I would be with someone else? You are such an idiot, such a fucking idiot."

Your fingers pushed Jude further and further back in the chair.

"No my love, it's not that...", his voice came out almost like a whisper, he was sorry. But I knew you were upset, almost heartbroken for hearing him insinuate that you were hitting on another man.

And on the hotel balcony, Jude couldn't stand to see you like this anymore, suffering because of his actions. Maybe you didn't want to talk at that moment, but he would try, he would try to get closer.

You felt Jude sit down on the lounger, towards your belly. His fingers gently walked over it.

"Baby girl, can we talk?", the question came cautiously.

No answers, the only sound was that of the ocean waves. Jude took a deep breath, his hands ran through his hair, a gesture that represented the anguish he felt inside.

"I can pack my things and leave.", it was the first time he had heard you voice since the incident hours ago.

"No, no.",Jude felt a wave of despair invade his chest, "You can't leave, you don't have to leave. I want you to enjoy it here, I want you to relax, I want to see you well."

Your face was turned towards the forest that surrounded the beach, without the courage to look Bellingham in the eyes.

"Love, I'm so sorry, okay? I'm really sorry, I hate knowing that I was the one who left you like this. I just didn't know who he was, I was scared, I felt insecure."

Jude was being honest, that was really how he felt. Insecure and vulnerable.

"Jude, you are the most perfect man in the world. It would be crazy to think of another man having you, knowing that I am loved by you.", you finally managed to compose yourself, got up from the lounge chair and sat in front of him.

"I'm really sorry about that, I'm sorry for doubting you.", it was Jude who couldn't look at you, he was embarrassed.

"I felt terrible hearing you insinuate that the likes I gave to the photos of a friend of mine who I haven't seen in years, represented to you a sign of cheating.",

"I don't know what happened to me, really. I trust you, I trust you with my eyes closed, I trust you to be my guide on a path full of thorns.", he took a deep breath, his hands found yours, "Don't think about leaving me, don't think about leaving me without you please...please, my love."

Bellingham felt he could get on his knees in front of her and beg for your forgiveness.

"Promise me, Bellingham. Promise me that you will never again be able to doubt me, to doubt my love for you."

His fingers tightened around yours.

"I will never do that again, never again. I promise you, I promise not to do what I did today ever again.", he brought your hand to his mouth and kissed it.

"You mean everything to me, everything I love the most. I can't be without you for a second and see you here, alone, not wanting to talk to me... it hurt me. It hurt me because I knew I was the one who caused all this pain."

Tears streamed down your face again, but this time they were tears of relief, Jude's words really sounded right to you, they were sincere words.

"Jude?" you said as you felt him caress your face.

"Huh?" he said, not wanting to be distracted from what he was doing.

"Thank you for this, thank you for bringing me here."

Bellingham rested his forehead against hers, happy that he could finally do this.

"You deserve this, you deserve this and much more. I want to make you happy, I want to make you very happy every day.", again he kissed the back of your hand, "I don't want to make you cry like that ever again, it was the first and last time, i promise to you.I want to see you cry because you are happy to be with me, to be here."

Jude hugged you, a sincere hug that for both of you meant the end of a complicated situation. Neither of you felt the urge to let go, to leave.

"I love you.", you whispered in his ear, "I love you too much."

Your words made Jude let go of you, but he didn't pull away, he just took his hands and brought them to your face.

"I love you too, my dear love. More than you could ever imagine."

[twopoppies]

Damn... what you wrote about fimq really brought back a lot of the past for me. I've been a larrie since 2012 and i have never understood why antis have always gone through such lengths with their hate for us. Like most of us are grown adults now and they still act like children, then accuse us of being the toxic ones, when clearly the type of antis that doxxed and threatened Ellie are much worse. It was so bad that i even remember thinking if the ones who did that to her were part of a higher power in their label/management (don't blame me i've watched a lot of videos on conspiracies lol about the dark things the music industry is capable of doing), but after a lot of thinking i'm like wow harry and louis genuinely have awful fans. Harry - the nicest most chill person and celebrity whose motto is literally treat people with kindness - has fans that are capable of threatening someone's life for their beliefs, Louis - who is literally sunshine in human form - has fans that doxx people for believing he loves another man. And it all comes down to that, how the world is still disgustingly homophobic like you have said in the past few days. I honestly think if i was h&l and if my contracts gave me the freedom to come out, i would still choose to keep my love private from all the disgusting fans who would want to see it fail. That's why if they decide to never come out, i would completely understand it and respect it. And i'm sorry for saying this, i know you don't like swift lol, but their whole relationship reminds me of her song but daddy i love him "I'll tell you something about my good name, It's mine alone to disgrace. I don't cater to all these vipers dressed in empath's clothing. God save the most judgmental creeps Who say they want what's best for me Sanctimoniously performing soliloquies I'll never see. Thinking it can change the beat Of my heart when he touches me

And counteract the chemistry And undo the destiny". Like that's antis! Thinking that being so hateful they can stop how much h&l love each other. They're so immature too, i saw a tiktok of a louie complaining about mcdomlinson hating her not because it was an obvious PR but about how louis would look so much better with her, and she's in her 30s already. Like i also used to have parasocial relationships with 1d as a teenager, i think a lot of fans did, but as a full grown adult? That's just weird. And i know that h&l know not all their fans are like that, but it's still embarrassing how such a loud majority of the fandom is like that. Anyways, sorry Gina for sending you such a long ask. I just wanted to get that off my chest.

No apologies necessary (except for making me read Switie's lyrics LOL!). I think many of us feel the same way you do. Harry and Louis deserve privacy and deserve to share their lives on their own terms.

[deviantartdramahub]

So this is something to settle an expose a certain person who is rallying people to hate on one of my friends, and that person is @xscene-queen-selfshipsx. This is from my perspective, the person she actively and proudly tried to trick into giving her free stuff by taking advantage of my generosity.

For context, Vee and I had become close friends, and I admittingly was lovestruck and didn't go about it in the right ways, ultimately, unfortunately, unknowingly, and unintentionally making Vee uncomfortable and having Vee block me on everything. I do not blame Vee for what she did to protect her own emotional well being and once Scene relayed what Vee had told her I did, I finally saw the other perspective and I took a long look at myself in the mirror and punched it in disgust, and now I'm in the process of making a mosaic of a monarch butterfly with the pieces of that mirror.

What Scene thought she was doing was revenge for her as she found out that with as little income I have, I go out of my way to show appreciation for the people that are there for me and give them gifts, but I personally can't see how what she was attempting to do and admittingly almost succeeded in doing is in the benefit of ANYBODY ELSE but herself.

I first met Scene when playing Cards Against Humanity with her and Vee, we three had a great time together, and afterwards conversations went on from there. Scene was a cool person with a lot of similar interests and I enjoyed talking to her. There was a time she thought about leaving Vee's server when she felt like she wasn't fitting in and had nothing in common with anybody there. Being someone that has dealt with rejection from the world for being different, I decided to go talk to her, and I spent hours writing long paragraphs to help her understand that it's okay to be different and to be proud of it, and that she should still be open about her personal interests because true friends will support you in those interests AND since I was there at the time, I offered to be that person that shared common interests with her. After that long conversation, Scene decided to stick around and it seemed her mood had actually changed. She seemed more confident to be herself and seemed to have found a new outlook on everything, I felt like I had truly helped her. She even said when I admitted to her that I REALLY liked Vee, that she fully supported the possibility of Vee and I getting together and that I would be a good person for her.

Fast forward to when Vee and I had our falling out because of my own mistakes that I take full responsibility for, and have told Scene many times that I did. Scene and I talked about the falling out, and Scene went to Vee to find out her perspective of everything and then relayed it to me, which was extremely helpful in me starting to fix what is wrong with me as I was unaware of the full scope of what I did wrong, but scene did it in a very harsh way as well. Calling me names, comparing me to awful people or comparing my actions to way more extreme actions, making sure that I saw every ugly detail in my reflection so I could start popping those ugly pimples of my personality. But she also helped change the subject and was being there to talk to me about the common interests we had, often having to help me stop thinking or talking about Vee in my time of heartbreak by saying things like "it was never real, you were delusional, you messed up, you have a lot to work on before even thinking about finding love" etc. (not actual word-for-word quotes, just mostly paraphrasing.) and of course the conversation came up about my anxiety of how Vee is going to feel when gifts I had sent her were going to be coming in the mail in a couple days and how I used to shower Vee in gifts, not in a way to "buy her love" but to simply get her something that she couldn't afford at the time (but I could) that I know she would like and would make her happy, because I am a people pleaser to a fault.

After Scene discovered this trait about me that I do with ALL my friends, she started REALLY trying to convince me to get her stuff, and in my depressive state, I agreed that I would buy her stuff she was asking for, because I wanted to be happy making somebody else happy again. I came close to doing so but thankfully fate protected me and the items she was asking for the most at the time were out of stock, so I couldn't buy it for her, so then I splurged on myself to cope in my own way, making me unable to afford ANYTHING she was asking me for. She kept trying to tell me when I was reacting to the things she was asking for "not to fall for her, don't make the same mistake you made with Vee", but that's the thing, I didn't have an OUNCE of feelings for Scene in the slightest, my heart simply doesn't move on like that, and I'm currently working on myself to be a better partner for somebody in the future, because obviously I'm not good for anybody right now for many reasons. I am not going to fall for somebody else RIGHT AFTER losing somebody that I was basically handing my heart over to on a silver platter, especially if that person is their "ride or die" best friend that's like a sister to them, that's just morally messed up. I was simply reacting because what she was asking me for was the typical Hot Topic girl vibes clothing, which I did admit that is my favorite style and usually the style of every girl I crushed on, just to simply say that Scene had good taste and that she was going to be looking amazing in it, the same way a gay friend would go shopping with a bestie and compliment her with no intentions behind it because he doesn't swing that way. Example: "Damn gurl! Your butt in those, omg, you're going to make guys and girls flood the place because they'll be drooling so much! Yaaaas!"

Fast forward again after some time of me talking to Scene, daily updates, random memes, occasional drops in mood and venting how I miss Vee and how I wish I knew sooner what I was doing wrong so I could start to fix it before I lost her, etc. I randomly got a message from Vee after being unblocked on one of the apps we actively followed each other on in the past, telling me to add her back on Discord since she unblocked me there too because she had something important to tell me. Vee then sent me the screenshots you see in this post, of Scene admitting to her that she was planning to take advantage of me to get free stuff while also talking shit and insulting me for being a kind and trusting person who makes a lot of mistakes unknowingly and unintentionally. The way she speaks about me when I've been nothing but kind and supportive of her truly hurts. After Vee told me that, Vee and I also discussed our falling out, what we both did wrong on our own parts, what we learned about ourselves in the experience, and what we plan to do to become the best version of ourselves in the future. Vee and I are on good terms and actively speaking to each other, but I am controlling myself as best as I can to not be the clingy, obsessed, and lovestruck fool I was that made me lose her before, and she is trying her best to be better at communicating and being open about her feelings instead of forming to what she thinks others want. We are both becoming better people slowly but surely, because we don't want to be misunderstood by our actions when we have good intentions.

After I was informed, I kept it going with Scene to see how far she'd truly go to do such an evil thing to someone, and even when I admitted that I'm nervous that she may be taking advantage of me after she sent her amazon wishlist, she denied any I'll intentions and tried to make me feel ridiculous for thinking that she would do something like that, that she is there for me. So I decided it was finally time to show her what I now know. And you can see the rest in the screenshots.

Fast forward to now, where Scene is posting vague things, bad mouthing Vee and rallying other people who have had their own experiences with Vee, but never admitting any wrong she did on her part. I don't think Vee doing the morally right thing and warning someone that something LITERALLY ILLEGAL is being done to them warrants all the things that are being said about her. I do not make a lot of money right now, the only guaranteed amount being a little over 1k per month, while also living in my own and taking care of my ESA cat, and the things I was going to buy for Scene were going to be a LOT of money, the CHEAPEST item Scene was asking for being $50 or more, yet I was still going to do it because I was convinced she was my friend and gave a damn about me.

I'm going to close this with a direct statement to Scene. Scene, please feel free to do a post explaining how *you* taking advantage of a broken, generous, kind, good intentioned, IDIOT is "revenge" for Vee. Explain what Vee gains out of that. If you know Vee like you claim to, that you were her BEST FRIEND, her ride or die, then you would know that Vee doesn't take pleasure in the suffering of others, and what you were doing wasn't minor at all. You could've had me spend money on you that I could've spent on taking care of myself, wether it be things for my physical stability or emotional stability. You took advantage of my emotional state, my gullibility, and my passion for making others happy. Now you're upset because your friend ratted you out before you gained anything from it. I'm sorry but in comparison to you, Vee, and I, I have to say you are mostly in the wrong on a moral standpoint, and a legal standpoint at that. You are the reason why I hate humanity and now don't even want to identify as human anymore because humans are greedy little fucks that let the 7 deadly sins not only dictate their lives, but let it be the core fundamentals of how the "real world" works. What you attempted to do to me is disgusting, and I'm sure if you were on ANY other side of this other than your own, you'd be just as disgusted by somebody doing that to somebody else, and if I'm wrong and you STILL think you're justified, you have a LOT more to work on than Vee and I do. And anybody else that sees this and still thinks she's justified, you have problems too. I pity all of you and the karma that will eventually come for you. I wish you all luck in your own paths of lives, because the ones I see you going on are ROUGH, but there's many forks in the paths of lives that you have the choice to take better ones, ones less traveled so you don't need to push others down to get past them.

I believe I've said all I could, but I could always go into more detail. I hope this post doesn't get taken down while other posts slandering Vee remain up while Vee's retaliation is being taken down. That would be extremely unfair and just silencing the truth and hiding actual evidence of somebody doing an awful and ILLEGAL thing she could EASILY try to do to others. This is Tovar Perri, AKA tovarisawesome or tovartheawesome (depending on the platform), not any alt account of Vee's, and I'm willing to prove that however I can.

TLDR: Be careful getting REMOTELY close with @xscene-queen-selfshipsx, there is a chance that it's all just an act to get something out of you, wether it be something with monetary value or simply your attention and emotional support, and she actually doesn't give to flying fucks about you, no matter how nice you are to her. Nobody is off limits for her to manipulate and take advantage of. Vee and I may have our own flaws we are actively working on, at least we are morally mature enough to know that doing something like that is EXTREMELY messed up. Did I mention enough that it's also ILLEGAL?! If I wanted to I could take legal action for just attempting to do it, and with all the evidence Vee and I have and my amazing lawyers, I would win. I'm just saying. But I like to give second chances, so as long as this post puts an end to this whiny "my friend snitched on me and I didn't get my free clothes, WAH! Let's all talk shit about her and validate me when I don't disclose the shitty things I did!" posts that I'm seeing, then I'll take that as you either sulking in your shit pile you made, waiting for karma to come to you, or you are actively working on yourself as well, which I hope the case is the ladder. Good luck. I hope nothing but the best for everyone in this shitty situation and this fucked up world we live in.

Long-winded as always, if that isn't proof that I am Tovar Perri, I don't know what is. XD

I'm going to see how all this goes. One might say Evie has been brigading in response to everything and that it's giving this a conflict of interest. You won't be given the boot, but keep in mind the dump may not exist for long. There also needs to be more sources, this needs to be talked about.

[isatling-husbandry-guide]

Requesting Odile advice !!

Growing up I loved spending time with my grandma's Odiles. They were so sweet and were great companions for the rest of my grandma's life. Now that I'm older and might have the money for the care supplies, I would like to look into getting an Odile. I'm coming here because I wanted an honest unbiased opinion on if i could care for an Odile. I work 6 days a week and am usually resting at home otherwise. I really enjoyed just sharing a space with my grandma's Odile too. I don't have a lot of space for a big enclosure either, and I don't have a yard. Would a screened outdoor patio/balcony be ok? I live on the ground floor. I was also considering letting her have free roaming in my main room/living room when I'm home to supervise. Would that be overly dangerous for an isatling? I want my Odile (when I'm able to meet and care for her) to feel welcome and loved, I'm just not quite sure how to go about it. Especially regarding enrichment- I'm not sure if isatling playdates would be productive/enough or if I should wait when I can commit to an Odile and a friend.

Overall, Odiles are a very self sufficient species. They’re able to entertain themselves for a good while, provided they have a well-furnished enclosure and environment with many things to observe or relax in.

Despite that, your main concern is likely to be keeping her entertained & balancing her social needs. Odiles do enjoy their privacy, but cannot be left completely alone for absurdly long periods of time. Unfortunately, many people seem to think Odiles are a completely hands-off kind of isatling that doesn’t require interaction with caretakers or other Isatlings, but that’s not the case at all!

Do try to get any size enclosure your space can accommodate for. Odile enclosures are typically wide instead of tall: fitting one into a windowsill would work, so long as the cage has a proper cover & won’t heat up in the sun.

I’d say that, when you are home, letting her free roam or be near you when you’re doing just about anything is a good idea, as long as you’ve ensured it’s safe for her. This applies for any free roam isatling. Don’t let her roam if you have animals that are not trained to be around Isatlings. Provide gentle ramps onto furniture for her to climb up (I suggest brands like SturdyBuildsetz, or if you want more “aesthetic” ones then try MobileLivingMolly. But you can also make them at home!)

pictured: a photo of my friend’s Mirabelle with the aforementioned climbable ramp

A screened patio should be fine for being outside, so long as it’s craft proofed and she isn’t left unsupervised overnight.

I don’t think it’d be an awful idea for you to get an Odile, but with concerns to her socialization, I’d suggest getting her a buddy. A Siffrin would be your best bet, especially if plan for them to free roam your house, but there’s plenty of other options to choose from. I wouldn’t suggest a Bonnie simple due to the fact Bonlings do need a Petronille that they’re in regular or direct contact with.

[butmakeitgayblog]

cruel intentions anon here 🥹 can u share something with us? like a small snippet or a scene you've scraped or idk just some ideas? I've read the fic twice but I fear I'm fr addicted to them 😭

Well I'll admit I don't have too much since I've started focusing on only one project at a time, but I have a bit of a oneshot that goes with this pic

Set a few weeks after the, ahem, conclusion of The Bet. Nothing smutty posted here unfortunately, but it will be. Oh it will be smutty. Clarke does not leave Lexa looking like that for no reason 😌

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You're whistling.

Honest to God, actually whistling. 

A jaunty little tune devoid of melody and structure. Nothing more than a slow sling of notes that doesn't really have any direction in particular, because the point isn't the song itself. 

It's the mood.

And that mood is… happy.

So, so fucking happy. 

Terrifyingly, unmitigatedly, euphorically fucking happy.

It's weird and you hate it, and it's embarrassing to even think about, but you wouldn't trade this feeling for anything. 

And really, who could blame you. Not when life has never been this good. All rose colored glasses and kiss-filled memories that dance like bubbly champagne around the empty space in your head.

You genuinely don't think anyone has ever been as blissful in the existence of the world as you are right now when the doors of the elevator slide open, and you swagger your exceptional ass into your penthouse's bottom floor. 

You drop your purse on the bench and toss your keys on the countertop, praying it leaves a scratch for your stepmother to have a stroke over. Just for the hell of it. You undo the clip and feel your hair untwist in tousled ringlets draped sensually across your shoulders. 

You whistle a few more notes, and contemplate grabbing something to eat, before deciding there's nothing else in the world that you need.

Because you're in love. 

And it's that love that keeps you smiling as you walk down the hall, adding an extra click in your steps just to hear the crispness reverberate off the walls you don't pay for. It's that same love that makes your heart race as you slam the antique handles down and throw open the parlor doors with a flourish, lightheaded and so goddamn euphoric you would fucking hate the chipperness for them if it were anyone else.

It's that love that makes you so stupid that you don't even bother to look around before your eyes land on her. Beautiful and formidable as she stands behind the bar. Her lips purse at the shotgun bang of the doors, but she doesn't even jump, and her control next to your chaos makes you love her even more.

“Miss me?” you burst in with a deep chested purr.

Because you're in love and you love her and you absolutely want her to know it.

You just… don't know how to fucking say it.

Not yet.

Grey-green eyes widen like a warning shot, darting from you to the corner of the room and right back again, so quickly you would've missed it if you hadn't been staring quite so hard.

“Not particularly, no,” she snips in that contemptuous drawl of hers without missing a beat, and pops the cork back on a bottle of gin that costs more than your semester's tuition. 

You, belatedly, follow her eyes to the corner of the room and see your housemaid diligently running a duster across the frame of your great-grandfather's portrait. 

Fuck.

Your heart drops right down to your asshole, but you send up a silent prayer of thanks because at least you hadn't tacked on the pet name ‘lover’ like you'd been using so much as of late. 

That's been the closest you could get.

But Sherri doesn't seem to have heard you. Or at least she doesn't pay you any mind, not having paused from her work for even a fraction of a second at your grand entrance and social faux pas.

You stand frozen, staring at Lexa still working her magic behind the bar, adding a splash of something red to a drink before taking a sip and grimacing at its taste.

She smacks her lips and shakes her head and sets the drink back down like it's personally offended her. 

You frown at the whole display because you know she's not even a gin girl.

“Sherri,” she calls in that sweet little voice she reserves for the people she actually cares if they like her. 

“Yes, Miss Lexa,” your faithful maid answers, immediately stopping to look over.

Huh.

Apparently her hearing is just fine.

Delicate fingers discreetly land on your stomach as she passes, trailing down to your hips and snagging the bottom hem of your sweater, yanking just so to send you stumbling several feet away from the door and out of the way.

“You should take the evening off,” Lexa says once she's left you off-balance in her wake. “Go enjoy life for a change.”

“Oh, I don't think—” Sherry starts but cuts off at the soft tisk from Lexa's lips. 

“No. No. Now, there is simply nothing to think about, because that was not a suggestion, my chérie.”

You smile at the lilt of her teasing. Always in awe, because for the life of you, you'll never understand how she manages to be such a condescending bitch while still sounding so innocent. So warm and pleasant. 

And to be fair, it really hadn't been a suggestion. 

You stand forgotten in the late afternoon shadows and watch as she closes in on your maid like a huntress. All sculpted calves and four inch heels. Hands tucked daintily behind her back.

“But your mother—”

“Will never know,” Lexa whispers, bringing one long, sexy finger up to press against the pout of her smile. “I can keep a secret if you can…”

Sherri sighs in her defeat and shakes her head with the fondness of an exasperated mother, and you wonder if there's anyone this girl can't charm off their feet.

Lexa preens.

“Good. Now, a little birdy told me it was your birthday this weekend.” She pauses just long enough for your maid to nod in surprise. “And, well… I guess I just couldn't help myself.”

You cross your arms and make yourself comfy by settling a shoulder against the wall. More than thrilled to just sit back and take in the show as this fucking magician pulls out a bracelet from goddamn nowhere. 

She hushes the woman's flustered coughs, ignores hands slipping through greying red hair and automatic dismissals of, “no, Miss Lexa, this is—I couldn't possibly.” She soothes it all with honeyed words of reliability and sacrifice and devotion to our comfort, all while clasping the understated but opulent chain to an overworked wrist, connected to a woman who doesn't seem to quite know what to do with herself. Nimble fingers twist and turn the apparently well-thought-out gift so it lays perfectly in place, admiring her own exquisite taste in jewelry more than anything, you already know.

You wonder when the hell she got so thoughtful. 

She ushers the woman out with a firm, guiding hand to her back, mouth tipped in a demure smile as she assures her, this is exactly what she wants. 

The parlor doors close much more gently than when you'd entered through them, and she spins gracefully on her heel, looking so fucking pleased with herself.

You hold her eyes. 

Uncross your arms.

And slowly, loudly, begin to clap.

“Well aren't you made of sugar and spice and everything nice, Miss Lexa.”

She pinches the sides of her skirt and fans them out, dipping into a mere suggestion of a curtsey.

You move as though to reach for her because it's been six hours too long since you've had your hands on that body, but her pleasantries drop away as she sends you a scowl and slips just out of reach. 

“Next time, have a touch more decorum when entering a room,” she sighs over the authoritative clack-clack of her heels. “I had just gotten that bracelet. Didn't even have a chance to wear it out yet.”

Ah.

Now that makes more sense.

Fuck, you love how good she is at thinking on her feet.

“No one told you to kiss her ass with jewelry, for fucks sake,” you mutter despite the efficacy of her brilliance because really, she always had to be so damn extra about everything. 

“It was all I had, and thanks to someone,” she says with a pointed edge, “I didn't exactly have time to figure out another distraction. And since I'm fairly certain she at least already knows we're sleeping together, I'd much rather stay in her good graces. I can handle losing a bracelet in exchange for…”

She trails off and vaguely gestures to the air between you. 

The thought alone of someone else knowing makes you want to vomit. 

You cross your arms tighter. 

“Why do you think that she knows?”

That evil fucking brow of her flits up when she looks at you like you're an idiot.

“Because you're not quiet, and she's not stupid, and half of Greenwich knows what you sound like when you come.”

You grit your teeth and wonder if it's worth reminding her who came on your fingers while loudly calling your name last night, but when she struts her perfectly bubble shaped ass back over to the bar, you ultimately decide that, no, it is in fact not worth it.

Apparently done with the minor complication of your eagerness and the conversion as a whole, she picks up the drink you'd all but forgotten and holds it out at arm's length, letting it dangle from the mere tips of her elegant fingers. 

“For you, my darling.”

You still haven't figured out exactly what she's playing at when she calls you that, because you know she is never sweet for nothing. You know there has to be a barb in there somewhere. Some sort of slight on your character or something. She shouldn't just call you ‘darling’ for no reason… But for the life of you, when she looks at you like this - like you're the only thing that matters in her broad and expansive world - you can't figure what it could possibly be.

“Gin and… cherries?” you ask when you take the glass and give a tiny sniff of the drink. 

She smiles indulgently and twists away to retake her place behind the bar, and suddenly her grimace from her sip before makes sense.

She hates sweet drinks.

Well.

Unless she's kissing the taste of them from your lips. 

“So is this what we're doing now?” You examine your drink closer. It doesn't look poisoned anyway. “It's this what we've become?”

She hums in question as she picks up a second shaker and stirs the contents. You watch her grab a martini glass and begin to pour her own crystal clear drink and, yes, that's much more her style.

You truly are fucking a master mixologist. Which you suppose is bound to happen considering she's been making drinks for one person or another since the tender age of thirteen…

“My kingdom for some context, darling,” she murmurs when you're too enamored to answer, popping an olive into her glass and taking a healthy sized pull, moaning at the taste.

You down half your bramble in one go and traipse yourself around the back of the bar.

Setting the drink down at her side, you put your empty hands to much better use. Drift your fingers across the soft dip of her back and trace her hips, holding her steady as you press in and drape yourself along the length of her.

“Acting like a vintage married couple,” you clarify in a whisper. You reach up and pull her hair aside to expose the delicious expanse of her neck, and you wonder in what lifetime you actually managed to do something good enough to deserve the way she tips her head to the side to give you more access. 

You mouth slow, wet kisses along the sensitive spot just behind her ear as she sighs, “Is that what this is?”

“You tell me, pretty girl.” You smile against her skin when she shudders at the name. “Waiting for me to come home to you. Having a drink ready. Did you make me a special little dinner to eat as well?”

And you're still getting used to this.

This thing with her you've been playing at for the last couple of weeks. This truce or whatever it is that leaves you so off balance you never know which end is up.

Because you've never had something like this. 

Because where you expect a scoff and a rebuff of your entire charade, she only presses harder into you with a sensual groan. Where you expect her to fling your hands away and shove you off of her entirely as she would have before, she merely sets down her glass, and kisses your lips, and covers your hands with her own.

"Not in your wildest dreams, my love," she whispers with an adoring grin, and kisses you deeper again.

[samuraiwife]

pairing: husband!nanami×wife!reader

There is no doubt that Nanami loves you more than his life and will never hurt you physically or mentally. It simply cannot occur to him. Because you are his beautiful wife who has lit up his life with your warmth. You have always been so patient, gentle, and loving to him. He appreciates it immensely. That is why he treats you very gently and lovingly. And of course, as his good wife, you know all his weaknesses. You know what worries him, stresses him, upsets him, makes him happy, and relaxes him. And what excites him. You know that Kento is an absolute gentleman. Not only in events, but also in actions. He is restrained, so restrained. And the most reserved people want to fall the most. And of course you want Nanami to fall. A very dirty fall. You wanted to know how far Nanami could fall in his desires, dreams, fetishes. And I think you found out.

Here, your body is thrown over his knee. Your feet, dressed in snow-white knee-highs with pink lace, barely touch the floor. Your knees rub uncomfortably against the edges of the bed. Your cheek is pressed against a bed linen. You breathe heavily. And your thighs are shamelessly lying on Nanami's knee. The sharpest part of the kneecap rubs your clit through his pants, tormenting it sweetly.

"You're such a grown human, a married woman, and you act like a little girl," Kento's hoarse voice sounds almost like a teacher scolding a student. He pulls back a little and releases the elastic, with a sharp pop on the skin of your pantaloons.

These damn pantaloons, which he doesn't know where the hell you bought them. Pastel pink, embroidered with light lace, with milky-coloured bows. And they are painfully short, almost covering part of your ass. If you had told him earlier that you were going to buy something so "childish," he would have laughed indulgently, saying that it was all nonsense for costumes. But here he is, tired from work, and the only thing he wanted was to eat delicious food, have a bath, and fall asleep with you on his shoulder with the TV on. It turned out that you had completely different plans. When he came home, he didn't smell the distinctive smell of food. Although you don't have to cook every day, it was Friday. You always cooked something new on Fridays, it was your little ritual to relieve stress after a long week at work. Instead, Nanami heard a soft sound coming from the shared bedroom. Listening closely, he realized it was moaning. Your moans. Without taking off his shoes, he quickly headed to the room. God, those moans were so pornographic, as if they were specially made to attract him. When Kento opened the door, he saw the most unexpected (beautiful) picture before him. His beloved wife was lying among the crumpled blankets and was making sweet moans along with his name. One hand was slipped into her pink vulgar pantaloons, and the other hand teased her nipple bud through her floral T-shirt.

"Dear?" Kento could hardly speak more than one word after such a performance.

"Ah….Kento…mmm…so bad"

You played dirty, very dirty. But what can you do? You were Mrs. Nanami, and Mrs. Nanami always gets what she wants.

So finally you are thrown over your husband's leg and receive your punishment.

"I'm not a little girl," you whine.

"Really?" Kento scoffs and jerks his leg a little, making you ride on his knee like a light rag, "then why are you wearing such clothes?"

You bit your lip, trying not to show that you were already whimpering from such light stimulation. But what could you say? That you had done it on purpose because you wanted your husband to spank you like a whore?

"You have to answer when you are asked," Nanami's big hand slapped your thighs, which were exposed like a dog, "dear."

And then you couldn't hold back a moan and cried out loud. The heat from his slap felt so good, it pinched your skin so pleasantly and made you even wetter. God, you're wants more.

"I just miss you sometimes, Ken"

"So, you decided to undress like a prostitute and violate your marriage duty?" You started to rub your throbbing clit against his knee. But Kento stopped you by abruptly grabbing the fabric of the underwear and pulling it up. Oh God, the delicate fabric gathered in a thin fold and hit your clit directly.

"Calm down" Nanami's tone became colder, but at the same time hotter.

"Mph, Kento… how could I have violated my marriage duty… hmm?" you whimper in frustration.

"Touching yourself without permission" he hit your thighs again

"I'm sorry," you barely mumbled.

"Excuse me? Oh no, no, darling, girls like you need a lesson." Nanami starts to take off your underwear, revealing your plump thighs. And of course you give in to him. He squeezes your fat and starts slapping. From time to time, he rides you on his knee. Kento's palm is so big, it fits you so well. Nanami's mind goes blank when his perfect wife becomes such a whore. And he can do whatever he wants to her, and she won't mind. You moan desperately, receiving incredible pleasure. You feel so small and stupid, completely in his hands. A trickle of saliva is coming out of your mouth, and, yes, you look like a bitch in heat. But how can you not, when you are receiving the most pleasant humiliation.

Nanami spreads your legs wider and starts slapping on your sore pussy.

"Look, you've already wet your pants, dear," another slap

"Uh… sorry… Ken…"

"Shhh… your husband will take care of you"

Oh, yes. You achieved what you wanted.

Nanami pushes his middle finger into your soaked walls, and it's no surprise that he enters without any difficulty. So, without any foreplay, Kento inserts his second finger. You feel hot as the cold of the golden wedding ring rubs against your walls. It's another proof that you belong to him, and it makes you absolutely giddy.

[lightlycareless]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8Lxvo2s/

I saw this and it makes me wonder which of Naoya’s kids would have that reaction. I don’t think it’d be Naomi tbh only bc I don’t see Naoya leaving his wife and child to ride a ride like idk he doesn’t seems like he’d desire going on it that much to do that(I hope that makes sense 😅) but I can see him riding with one of the older kids while Y/N waited with the younger one(s) and them having this type of reaction.

Helloooo!!!

Once again, thank you so much for indulging my domestic bliss fantasies. Anything that has to do with Naomi, Naoya, and you is 😫 instant favorite.

ngl whenever I have the opportunity to do such things I like to fantasize what Naoya and Y/N would do as a family; I've gotten some ideas already that I'm sure I'll write soon enough :3 just gotta start with some others first (does that make me weird? I hope not. I just love daydreaming hahahah)

Anyways, I took some creative liberties with this prompt since I've always stated Y/N to be the one that likes rides and amusement parks more than anyone else. But I like to think I kept the cuteness of it all 🙈🙈

Warnings: none. fluff. Naomi and Naori are cute. Minimal proofreading!!

Happy reading!!

Your love for amusement parks is something you just couldn’t wait to share with your babies!!! So, when they were finally of age to start attending and actually enjoying their surroundings, you and Naoya promptly made preparations for a family trip with the sole intention of having the best holiday ever!

Unfortunately, the same passion you had for adrenaline is not something they’d grow to have, at least not yet.

Anything that had to do with steep drops, 360 turns, alongside the gut wrenching screams that usually followed were just some of the things that pushed them away from even considering going on those high thrill rides.

Less letting you go.

“No, mama, don’t go!!” Naori, your shyest, would cry whilst tightly pulling and tugging at your leg, exhorting all of his strength into stopping you—but he barely makes you move, or reconsider. “Mamaaaa!!”

“Papa, make mama stop!” Naomi urges her father instead, knowing well that he had the ultimate power to convince you otherwise. Surely this situation wouldn’t be any different!

Unless, not.

“I… I think you should reconsider, my love.” Naoya says after hearing another high-speed cart passing by, alongside the screams of its riders that soon dissipate into the air. He doesn’t know what anguishes him more: his baby’s tears, or those of the attendants. “For the kids, at least?”

It’s unfair how he uses the mention of your kids to get what he wants, even more so when you almost concede to his request…

But you really wanted go on this ride, and Naoya knew how enthusiastic you were about amusement parks, way before the two started dating! Besides, it had been so long since the last time you’ve gone to one… don’t you deserve this treat, specially after taking great care of your family?

You deserved this small moment of enjoyment, and after slight debate, Naoya understood how unreasonable he was by siding with his children and proceeded to compromise with them.

“I’ll be back soon! And when I am, we’ll all get some treats, ok?” You say, cooing at your teary-eyed children. God, why did they have to be so adorable?

“Ok, mama…” Naomi silently cries, still holding onto your leg.

“It’ll be fun, don’t worry.” You lean down, bringing her and Naori into a hug before kissing their foreheads. “Besides, you’ll get to see a really funny picture of me at the end.”

“What do you mean?” Naori asks.

“Just wait and see.” You wink, peeling away from them and heading to what they considered your imminent demise, expressing their fear in the way they now tightly clung onto their father.

Naoya didn’t know whether letting them know when it was your turn would be right for them, feared might upset them even further…

But once the cart approached, setting itself into its launching position, coincidentally right before them, all his worries disappeared when you giddily cheered for their attention. And oh, your sweet babies, even though crying still found it in themselves to wave back.

They weren’t able to say nor do much after the ride starts and you were thrusted forward, screeching like there was no tomorrow while their eyes remained glued on your figure (or at least tried to) as you were moved from one side to the other, up, down, backwards, and front once again.

For what felt like an eternity to be away from their grasp, it was only short of a few minutes, and just as they begun to feel impatient at your absence, you suddenly surprised them by tackling them from behind with a hug, followed by peppering their faces with soft kisses to reassure their seemingly endless worries.

“See? Nothing happened! Mama is back with her two little dumplings!” You coo. “Oh, why are you crying? It was fun! Maybe when you’re older you’ll like it too.”

“No! I hate it! I’ll never go on that ride!” Naomi quickly retorts, shaking her head. “Don’t ever go on that ever again!”

You stare at your bold daughter for a few seconds, blinking in disbelief before chuckling.

“Alright, I can manage. It was enough excitement for a while either way.”

“…Do you promise, mama?” Naori quietly asks, you smile.

“I promise.” You say, crossing your fingers behind your back. “I won’t go on any rides like this anymore.”

At least not in front of them. You and Naoya might have to get a bit more creative when it comes to distracting them, or convincing ways to bribe them into letting you go…

Like the funny picture you promised to show them after everything was done, portraying your reaction to a steep fall—a sight that managed to slowly quiet their cries and replaced them with giggles.

Fortunately, their animosity towards such entertainment would promptly disappear when much older. At least for Naomi, whom had a much greater interest in all adrenaline-inducing activities compared to her younger brother, who instead enjoyed getting any sweet treat he could get his hands on.

The two may not physically look like you at all, but when it came to their preferences, they were nothing short of carbon copies of you.

Omg rare mention of Naori lmao. I promise to write more of him, it's just that Naomi.... :(

Anyways, thank you so much for sending in this 🥺💖💖💖 I hope you enjoyed this small piece the same way I enjoyed writing it.

Now, take care, and hope to see you soon!!!

[messrsrarchives]

first line(s) of my fics :3

ty @courfee and @shoopsthereitis for the tags <33

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don't be shy and share anyway!

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one single thread of gold: obliviated remus, lie low at lupins fic <3 (67k so far)

Remus hasn’t felt stable in weeks. Maybe even months if he’s being honest with himself.

It’s not an unusual feeling, but it's definitely an unwelcome one.

His bones are constantly tired, straining against his skin as though they’ll never fit into place again. His vision always feels foggy, like he’s watching his life play out in front of him without any kind of autonomy or clarity. His skin is constantly itchy, like it’s fighting to stay layered together and not expose the raw nerves underneath. It feels as though they’re exposed anyway.

the death of my dog (the stretch of my skin): canon compliant regulus oneshot (7.4k)

Regulus has always prided himself on his tremendous memory - if you were to ask him, it’s one of his best qualities.

down at the sandlot (draft) - canon compliant platonic snily exploration

If you were to ask anybody who Lily Evans is, they would say that she’s a girl who loves books.

Whether that be her mother, her father, or the friends that she makes throughout her life, it will all come down to one thing - books. Piles and piles of books, forever encased in some kind of story or research, sometimes just holding one to feel the weight of it in her hand.

How To Never Stop Being Sad (draft) - addict!sirius and second chance wolfstar

The very first thing they tell you when you’re supporting someone through addiction is the three C’s.

Cause. Cure. Control.

maybe time running out is a gift (draft) - terminally ill remus and his bucket list

Just because something is familiar, doesn’t mean that one has become resistant to it.

back to the old house (draft) - cannot explain if i wanted to. but very funky.

The funeral is a complete blur, it exists as just flashes in Sirius’ mind.

He knows that he went, that he didn’t receive an invitation but he found himself outside of the church anyway. He thinks that Remus had something to do with it, but he can’t exactly ask. Not now, not with how they are.

killing time at the cemetery (draft) - poa snupin

One of the biggest misconceptions about war is that it can be over - that once the cause has been achieved, the fighting is done.

unnamed but volcanologist sirius fic!

Ash never settles, not really.

There’s a point where you take off the mask, where you can risk going into a scene without multiple layers of protective equipment. Where you can turn over rocks, dig your way through rubble and start your mission. The research, the numbers, the articles - all of them an attempt to answer every question that comes your way.

Ultimately, 'why?'

[ko-existing]

Do you ever feel sad of all the "yous" and "thems" you leave "behind"?

If we're truly infinite, we can never know ourselves entirely. Inevitably we leave behind infinite experiences. Family and friends we'll never see again infinitely. Are they/we ever really the same ever? Maybe other anons feel this way? It's not limiting me in any way. Just an experience I wanted to share. Maybe others resonate. Some of us are just really emotional 😭

No... I'm genuinely so confused here

I asked a few people (both on here and offline), and honestly, none of us are really sure what you're trying to express — mainly because the message contradicts itself at its core.

You talk about “leaving behind all the ‘yous’ and ‘thems’” and feeling sadness about infinite versions, family, friends, etc. But then you say “we're truly infinite,” which in itself cancels out the previous concern. If what's being pointed to is actually seen — that there is no individual "you" or "them" — then who exactly is leaving who behind? Who is being lost?

Using quotes like "you" or "them" doesn't resolve the contradiction if, at the same time, you're still speaking from the view of separation and individuality — which is exactly what this message does. It's still placing something or someone at the center of experience that could lose or gain something. It’s trying to make sense of infinity while holding onto a narrative of personal limitation. That clash is what makes this whole ask confusing.

It’s totally valid to be emotional or introspective — that’s not the issue. It’s just that the moment you try to mix “infinite being” with emotional loss from the view of the person, it doesn’t land. It reads like a blend of "nondual language" (like many readers on tumblr love to mention and "use"? I don't understand why exactly there is a thing like non dual language on tumblr) with the personal lens still fully on — so the result becomes a chaotic mix of something.

Asks like this always refer to the person as That. They think it’s the illusory body and mind that is infinite. It doesn’t make sense — Self can’t miss anything.”

And I added:

“ ••• said her mind broke reading it because she couldn’t even tell who they were talking about. Was I sad leaving someone behind in last night’s dream? The words 'you', 'them', 'leaving behind' — even when put in quotes — were still used exactly as if they were real. It’s like trying to trick yourself into grasping this by layering spiritual phrasing over a personal framework.”

That’s exactly where the confusion arises: the “person” can’t comprehend infinity because there is no person to comprehend anything. And infinity — what’s actually being pointed to here — can’t “leave behind” anything because no-thing (not a thing) is. There’s no “next life,” no “others,” no “missed chances” to grieve. That’s all dream content, part of the illusion.

A simple example: If in a dream you played the role of 5 different people — a dancer, a soldier, a mother, a thief, and a student — didn't know about that and then woke up, would you sit in bed crying, wondering which one of them “you left behind”? Weren't they appearances? If not, where are they now? You didn’t lose them — they were never separate from the dreamer in the first place.

So no, it’s not about denying emotions — but clarity matters. Because when you try to mix personal grief, XYZ, with impersonal "Awareness", it just spirals into more confusion.

And (as a side note) I'm never speaking about the idea of a person. Awareness is not a person but a lot of people speak as if it is a person standing next to another.

[imatsukumos]

Ooo this is such a neat find!! I hope you don't mind adding some analysis to this

Takumi's snake is not only a symbol of many things, but the way it's coiled to meet its own tail makes me think Takumi's is specifically a reference to Ouroboros! Aside from snakes meaning luck, medicine, immortality etc., I think the death and rebirth symbol of Ouroboros makes the most sense for him, with how he will 'die' (possibly literally, if not only spiritually) and restart over and over again. It could also be a nod to 2025 being a year of the snake in Chinese zodiac!

I'm admittedly not sure if they have special meaning in Japanese symbolism, but lizards are generally considered a symbol of cunningness and perseverance due to their ability to drop their tail to flee. Which makes a lot of sense considering Yugamu's background, possibly even in a more literal sense with how much he has (supposedly) given up about his body to become what he is.

Ladybugs are just a general symbol of good luck, and sometimes love as well, as someone in the notes already pointed out. It's a very sweet, innocent symbol for Eito. On the other hand, they're bugs, and don't live very long, compared to the aforementioned symbols of perseverance and immortality, so... take that as you will.

I think Kurara's symbol looks more like a hog/pig/boar to me, though it's hard to say for sure. I'm not too knowledgeable about pig symbolism, but in Chinese zodiac, they're a sign of laziness and indulgence, which would somewhat make sense for her to embody as a rich lady. However, they also used to be associated with wealth and prosperity, especially in ancient times, so that adds up too.

Tsubasa's horse is likely just a symbol of horses as vehicles/chariots (with what the car thing). However, they're also seen very positively due to their sturdy, hard-working nature and utilitarian value.

It's hard to say exactly what Takemaru's bird is, but someone pointed it out as a hummingbird. Birds in general are a symbol of flight and freedom, which already lines up with his demeanor, but hummingbirds are special due to the way they flap their wings. I'm not too sure how common hummingbirds or their symbolism are in eastern Asia, so I can't say much on it. Though, it'd be funny if the hummingbird was a reference to the sound of his bike's engine.

Bears are a symbol of strength and power, which matches perfectly with Moko. I don't think it goes much deeper than that - from my limited experience, bear symbolism isn't as common in Japanese culture as many other listed animals. Bears were sacred to many ancient cultures, including Ainu, but I don't know if they have any deeper spiritual meaning in a wider cultural context.

Shouma's dog seems like a shiba inu specifically, which is kind of funny considering how antithetical it is to his nature, taking into account the breed's natural aggressiveness and history as a hunting dog. But dogs are also generally seen as symbols of humility and loyalty, depending on the context, so it's not necessarily unfitting for him. Maybe his dog was also a shiba inu?

For Ima and Kako, their symbolism might just be bats/birds due to their devil/angel symbolism, which isn't exactly subtle. Although, someone did point out how Kako's gun looks weirdly like a crocodile, but I think it might be silly design.

I'm really looking forward to seeing what the others have, if any. A lot of these animals are from the Chinese zodiac, though considering how there's 15 characters and not 12, I doubt it's that deep. Japanese art and culture just shares a lot with Chinese due to their shared history.

Interesting aspect of the weapons

Not sure if anyone has mentioned this before but it looks like a good chunk of the characters weapons have an animal on them.

Takumi has a snake on his guard

Yugamu has lizards on the side of his weapons handles

Eito has a ladybug at the end of his scythe

Kurara has a beaver (or maybe fox?) on the blade of her shovel

Tsubasa has a horse in the front of her jeep

Takemaru has a bird on the side of his bike

Moko has a bear on her mace

And Shouma's mech has a dog as the center piece

Unfortunately I couldn't find anything for Gaku, Ima, Kako, Nozomi, Kyoshika, Darumi and Shizuhara.

[doctorweebmd]

i don't think i'll ever get over the comedic timing of being prepared to intubate an obtunded patient going into worse and worse shock on three pressors code cart in room pads on having like six people all staring at the vitals anxiously as this person might code at ANY MOMENT, me standing at the head of the bed ready to tube the second we have a safe BP and the nurse from two doors down comes into the room and says, 'hey doc, room x is in asystole' and just. walks away.

i'm just. standing there. peri-coding this patient. and i'm calling after him 'uh.... are they supposed to be?!'

absolutely insane delivery. no context no info just 'hey, btw this person's heart stopped. :) bye ' HELLO!?!