#I'm not really focusing on anything else at this point

[samhadjblog2]

Listen, friend. In the other thread you literally called Katara's actions "petty revenge". I am not sure you are qualified to talk about Katara's motivations at all if you reduce her feelings to that. Yes, how petty - wanting to confront the man who killed your mother, and lead a force that almost wiped out your whole culture. Gee! Silly me! I never realized that those were petty reasons!

I am qualified to talk about her motivations, because "yes" this is revenge. Katara was never mad about the raid on the south in its entirety she was solely mad for the death of her mother. She focusing all of her efforts on "one guy" who was just following orders. Now that's make Yon Rah innocent no, is that an excuse for his actions no. It just means that he isn't worth her anger.

And how silly of Katara to forgo waiting for the Nurnberg trials. Damn. She really should have known that those are coming! No need to confront the man who destroyed your life then, you see.

I like how your going about how your framing my suggestion of a trial as if this was something she needed to wait for. I just said that is how a person should go about justice, and not to seek out to kill someone. Because its immoral for Yon Rah to kill Katara's mother, but yet Katara doing the same thing is some how o.k because "she's the victim" and he's the "oppressor". Do you hear yourself right now oppressed people are not free from criticism.

But your insistence on reducing a genocide survivor to a hysterical irrational drama queen who goes after an abuser due to *checks palm* gosh, who knows what reasons! - and the genocide perpetrator to a uWu "he lives with his mom and does no harm" makes me sick to the stomach, and I would kindly ask you to leave this post and go spew this nonsense where you flip the victim and the perpetrator somewhere else.

I never said that Yan Rha was some UwU soft-boy rather that he was pathetic, my statement about him living with his mom is meant to show that is a pushover who just follow's orders. Its something Katara herself calls out, for so long she thought her mom's killer was some kind of monster, but in the end he wasn't anything, he was a nothing, someone willing to throw his own mom out on the bus to save his own skin. That has been the point I have been making, that he wasn't worth her anger.

And even then this was a personal grudge, this was someone who sought to kill, because that was the main focus of her entire grudge, not the entirety of the water tribe but her "Mom's killer".

So please don't consider me some "Genocide apologist" when I'm actually more focused on real world genocides like with in Gaza.

Aang could't accept Katara's rage in Southern Raiders because it was a mirror to his own.

Aang is rather in a good mood for the entirety of the show for a kid that had just lost everyone they'd ever loved, and had his home and culture be destroyed by genocidal maniacs.

I don't believe for a second that he'd dealt with his grief in any sort of way (in fact, we even know that he'd just transferred all of his longing to Katara), and as such there must be a lot of grief and rage suppressed in him.

Along comes Zuko, and reminds Katara of her own well of feelings in that regard, and she - as opposed to Aang - does not suppress them.

Another genocide survivor who had a beloved parent figure taken away from them states their anger, and (between the lines) even desire for retribution - feelings that Aang was careful to not allow, so as to be positive, and chipper, and not drown in the despair of a lonely traumatized kid.

So he doesn't accept those feelings within himself, and neither does he accept them in Katara. ALL of it has to stay bottled up. All of it. Especially within Katara, lest his dam against grief breaks.

[nousporix]

( — from , @wollycobbl3-blr / @.facetedsin-wav )

i cant lie, i was writing a whole ass bulleted summary of the bnd!phainon fic in my reblog tags in the middle of class, but i. was doing it on phone. so when i came back to it like 3-5hrs later, it was gone. my grief is immeasurable and my fury is a force to be reckoned with /j. i took the time to mourn bc it got so stupidly detailed, BUT lets do this aita reddit post style, laced with every single thing in the world (notes: educ system is based on my country's)

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hey reddit, aita if im freaking the fuck abt how im pining on my childhood friend who's really sweet but also insanely hot? like am i crazy for this out-of-my-league guy that ive liked for yrs + yearned for + missed when he doesn't even know that i was the person in his life back then

i (>20, gn) have this friend from when i was in kinder, lets call him sunshine (>20, m), and we are like. we are like 🤞🤞 we're like that. he married me and had his dog as the officiator when we were in first grade. we have matching plushies and jokingly call/ed them our children—we gifted them to each other during christmas of 2016 or something. we have basically been together for a while.

sounds really cute, right? but here's the catch ☝️ he had to move away 5-6yrs ago. to vaguely phrase it in case he's somehow on this site, a thing happened in the area that he lived in. sunshine has to move somewhere else completely and switch schools. he was SO upset that his mother delayed their trip for a day just so he could hang out w me one last time. and yk who went an insanely early morning walk with him, where they both just ended up crying and bullying each other for how dumb we looked.. just for them to also walk him back to the station where he was due to get on that train and leave??? ME. i cannot begin to tell you how much i ugly cried AFTER. istg i was dehydrated for days.. pmo + my parents essentially called me bitchmade for crying over a guy but OKAY. WHATEVER. AT LEAST YOU'RE MARRIED. but wait!! there's more!! of course there's more!!

so those 5-6yrs pass and i'm personally doing fine. ive moved on to some degree, I Miss Him So Bad but i don't let that root me to the ground and instead let it motivate me in the background, amongst every other new thing that popped into my life 😍 i move forward, (move away from home so i can) move up from senior high's fuckass but rlly memorable and fun humanities strand, and i GET INTO COLLEGE. I FUCKING WIN. I'M DOING GREAT. regrettably admit that i started go lock in too hard and sorta laser focused on the present at some point tho. sunshine is barely on my mind because i have 10000 essays to submit and a bunch of drama that i talk abt with my friends in stem. horribly single also, but this is extremely important, so i apologize in advance

do note that i barely look anything like 13(?) yr old me. im arguably way cooler and i have piercings and i stressed dyed my hair (insert color) once. i used to dress in cutesy cartoon merch, now i just wear whatever is comfortable AND easy on the eyes, because suffering for fashion is overrated. you get the gist; im not who i was before

anyway, college, right? ive been in this cool neighborhood that's a 15-20min walk from the campus for the entirety of senior high, and id soon start for college there.. everybody is really nice, we're all buddies and i like to help out whenever i can. why not, am i right? it's courtesy and it's polite wnd it's friendly and its DEMURE.

and i hear news that there's this new guy that moves into the area, who's a new student AT that same school; im like, "cool! amazing!" and immediately want to get friendly. say hi, maybe help with boxes, or give him a housewarming gift, all that stuff. i'll paint a picture for you: very quaint house, 3:56pm in the afternoon, i'm bringing him some cut up fruits and iced tea (in case he's not a coffee guy), because jesus CHRIST the sun was hotter than my daily login streak on my games. i ring the doorbell, i hear barking and someone going down the stairs, and i'm like. "okay, [name], same aged neighbor! don't fuck it up!"

so take a wild fucking guess as to who my neighbor is 😁

LO AND BEHOLD, SUNSHINE IS IN MY FACE. SMILING WITH HIS FLUFFY SAMOYED PUPPY AT HIS FEET. how do i know that its him? his hair and eyes are very.. he sticks out like a sore thumb, let's just say that, and i know them ANYWHERE. and you know what's worse? HIS GLOW UP WAS INSANE. not that he didn't look great before, he was literally such a cutie that i wanted to bite his head off sometimes from sheer cuteness aggression alone, but MY GOD. he was so unnecessarily pretty and tall and he's broad as hell, like?? i swear i forgot my name for a minute bc he was like "earth to neighbor? :(" HIS VOICE IS SLSO. SORRY. HE'S JUST SO 👹👹👹👹👹 YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND.

i did actually forget to tell him my name (i was Very Distracted), but he was so sweet and friendly, almost exactly how i remembered him to be when we were dumb highschoolers, just multiplied by a lot. like, it feels like a puppy was taking care of a puppy, ygwim? that aside, he's just so :(( everything about him was just so.

here's the thing though... he doesn't remember me, i don't think. like, my name isn't UNCOMMON by any means, so you'd think "man, this is probably a different [name], there's a few [names] out there" if you knew someone by that name, and i told you that it was. my name.

not only that, but like i mentioned before, im unrecognizable as hell, a far cry from the kid i was back then. not just in terms of appearance, but personality as well; kid me was cheery, loved doing anything involving going outside or hanging out with friends, and like... generally, they were just absurdly happy. now im arguably more mellowed out, i go to the library for fun, im Lowkey Tired of This, etcetera. would anybody even recognize that?

im probably js overreacting and he moved ahead like i did, but it kinda STINGS, u have to understand. your best friend forever wnd ever doesn't recognize you at all, and likely believes that you're just his really nice next-door neighbor that brings him fruits and iced drinks for your study sessions (we're in the same department but diff courses). he even talks about stuff you did in the past and not wanting to make things awkward, you nod along like "yyyeeeaaaaahhh sounds cute" like he didn't do that with YOU. ME. ive been keeping it to myself for a while, but its only been a few months, and im abt to crash tf out. idk what to do.

like, do i tell him that i was that friend and get back what we had, or shld his memories of me be separate from... the present me? aita for this shit

WAIT THIS FORMAT IS SO FUCKING UNIQUE? I'VE LEGIT NEVER SEEN THIS BEFORE, I FUCKING LOVE THIS. BRO YOU COULD SEGUE INTO A NORMAL FIC FORMAT RSGGHHHAHS

okay but fr. fr fr this is the start of something so fucking angsty and beautiful. bc what if phainon recognizes you immediately, but he thinks the same thing because he doesn't want to overwhelm you with his intense feelings and longing. ORRRR what if you drop hints and he still doesn't recognize you, so you ignore him and then he finds out by chance and and he feels awful so he does whatever he can to make it up to you and falls in love with you all over again and andnskndsjsn?!?@*@*$

BND!PHAINON YOU'RE SO FUCKING HOT KISS ME RN ACTUALLYLGKDKKDD I NEED HIM SO BAD BRO PLEALSLEELE YOU GOT ME ACTIVATED RN

[proshippers-against-censorship]

Felt like sharing my experience with antis if that is okay? To start off I'm very anti-contact, I don't actually want to hurt anyone and I am very hesitant about aligning with pro-ship or saying I was technically one at some point. it makes me feel guilty and uneasy when I say that I enjoy producing and consuming dark graphic content, and that I sometimes (rarely) get off to it (most of the time it's like absurdist horror to me, still fun to read but very uncomfy) I am the Shinji Ikari of Marquis De Sade, more or less.

So basically I wrote a dead dove/noncon fic and would constantly leave long AN's about how I was doing sort of to vent/cope/talk about my artistic process. I have a rape fetish and was sort of playing into it a little with the fic. I confessed to this multiple times in ANs that I'd often edit or delete depending on my embarrassment or shame with how long they were, because they were LONG! I will get to this again later.

I really enjoyed working on this fic, as it was just my art piece of the month and due to the fandom it was for being very popular I got a lot of hits, kudos and even comments! The comments were very positive and supportive and made me want to keep writing, and I was just really happy, maybe a little addicted to working on this story. Like it felt good to get this much attention for it. So I wanted to see if I could find other people in the fandom to talk about it with.

I actually got in contact with someone who was pretty big. They didn't know I wrote this specific fic yet and I warned them it was really dark, thinking they wouldn't get upset. I was very much so in the mindset that they wouldn't think much of it. Looking around I saw the space was pretty anti-proship and I was like gosh, okay... I mean this isn't really proship tho like I'm not showing this activity as good and it mostly focuses on the aftermath and how it hurt someone sooo then I should tag it to get the people who are creeps and actually wanna hurt people away from it!

That... didn't work. It actually backfired. This person in the fandom I reached hadn't gotten back to me when I sent them a summary of my fic (that I spent five hours on probably!) at the time, but I did get negative comments telling me that I was gross, and someone else reassuring me that the error in my tags was posted out of context and I just mistagged it and should fix it. I can't remember what specifically the tags said but it upset a lot of people and I saw how bad it looked so I fixed it, briefly acknowledged it then for whatever reason erased evidence of the mistake ever happening to prevent any further harassment.

The big person in the fandom got back to me! By which I mean she blocked me! Everywhere! Literally everywhere. Other people were blocking me too.

I wanted someone new to talk to. I was almost done with the story and I wanted someone to write with. I asked on twitter (where I found a lot of porn for the fandom I was in) if there was a discord for a specific ship in the fandom I wrote for and soemone sent me the link!

So I joined on my main account and the rules say "no proshippers, no dead dove writers. If we catch you for doing this we will kick you out of our server." I'm like okay so I won't mention I wrote this then! Just gotta make sure that one person isn't here....

She was. She was there.

So I dm the person who invited me. I deleted the discord this was on so I'll write the conversation from memory.

Me: Uh... is (fic writer) a member here?

Them: I think so, why?

Me: I'm sorry I can't join I wrote something messed up.

Them: What kind of messed up?

Me: Dead dove. But it's not fetish material or anything it's

Them: is it that one (main character) fic?

Me: :(

Them: Why didn't you just open with that?

Me: I'm sorry I'm really sorry

Them: You're lying by the way it says here that it is fetish material.

(they sent several screenshots of my now deleted author's notes.)

Me: Well yeah but like only partially.

Them: Do you have any sexual trauma?

Me: Yeah sort of. I was abused that counts right?

Them: Counts enough, I guess. Still this isn't a good way to deal with it.

Me: I'm sorry.

Them: And the way you tried to infiltrate the safer spaces by giving people a false sense of security? All the creeps DNI stuff? Completely messed up.

Me: I won't join your server I'm sorry. I didn't mean that I was just anxious I got scared.

Me: You aren't gonna dox me or come after me.

Them: No, we won't. Just don't post for this fandom anymore.

Me: Okay. I'm really sorry.

I forget where but they said "We don't want you here, dude." Which is just, fuckin suicide causing words. I also forgot to include the part where I said I regret writing it and they said "how can you regret writing a story you made 28 chapters for" and I said "I just needed to keep writing" they said "No you didn't" I left a lot out but that's the gist.

Anyway it's just awful to be made to feel like a monster because you don't know how tagging works and have a couple weird fetishes. Like, I see now how it looks REALLY bad but in all honesty I just thought I was writing a story that was a little messed up. I didn't consider that people might be upset by the poor handling of the subject, my fucked up sense of humor, or how it looks like I'm trying to hurt/shock them when in reality I was lonely, desperate for approval/attention and wanted someone to talk about my favorite show with.

Because of what happened, I'm now too scared to post about the show in question anymore. Like, I'm worried they might recognize my interests (I was dumb enough to not be anonymous and posted art on an account a few people saw and have a pretty distinctive style) and then like say "OMG ITS THE FREAK WHO POSTED THAT RAPE FIC DURING THE FALL OF 2024!" and like doxx me or something.

I'm like really scared. I genuinely love that show, even still, and I want to draw art for it and participate in the fandom without making anymore dark fetish content for it, but I'm really scared people will remember who I was in the past. Like I'm not even into an underaged character it's a grown ass man, I understand that rape is wrong, I mentioned a lot in the fic itself I don't want to hurt anyone, and I said it everywhere, I don't hurt people but these antis scare me I don't think they care that I'm harmless or a victim of abuse (so my fetishes changed a bit as a result) I don't think they care that I write this stuff as a way to relieve stress because the violence and cruelty is cathartic, freeing, let's me express my id freely.

I want to keep writing for this fandom, more dark stories, but I just, I'm scared to. I'm scared they'll see me again and hate me, hurt me. I want to draw, write, make art, make friends but these people they aren't welcoming and I completely understand why.... it's a largely american fanbase for an adult animated cartoon so I'm scared of the proship side since American cartoon fanbases are horrific.

I don't know, I guess I just want some comfort after all this happened, some reprieve? Some sort of reassurance that I'm not a bad person, I don't know. Some encouragement to keep liking this cartoon. I'm really sorry this note was so long. I'm sorry. That's all I can say. I'm a broken record at this point haha.

Fuckin hell I need therapy.

<3

[sephiquehearts]

Make-up tests !

Sanzu Haruchiyo x Reader

"Hey, I'll have to record something for a new colaboration with some make-up brand, Senju is traveling so, do you mind being my model for it?"

Just a nod was needed for Sanzu, your boyfriend, to be already pulling you to the room where he does his videos

Everything was already set up, he really only needed someone to try on the new make-up with him, and he had it now

Sanzu is always perfect while recording, he keeps a stern face and goes straight to the point, that way of him to act is probably what makes him have so many fangirls, and also why he somehow always finds a way to mention you on his videos, a constant reminder that he's taken

You were barely saying anything, just letting him do it, explaining everything while putting the products on your face, always squishing your cheeks to make you tune to the camera to show the progress of it all

It was kinda annoying how everytime you showed up, some comments would say how cute you twi are together but... most of them only talk about his they wish they were in your place

Sure, you're very aware of your boyfriend's popularity, but of course that was still uncomfortable to see

Sanzu seemed to notice you were quiet, but couldn't say what was the problem, so he would just keep talking and using the products, until...

"I don't think this blush is showing enough on your skin... let me try something else" And suddenly you just felt his lips on yours checks, leaving marks from the lipstick you didn't even saw him putting on by how distracted you were

He gently brushed it with his fingers and smiled satisfied, holding your chin to make you turn to the camera

"Unfortunately for all of you watching this video, my kisses are just for my dear to have, but I'm sure you guys can find something else to use this method"

You blinked for a second while looking at him, Sanzu keep doing the makeup like nothing happened, and you couldn't even tell if this was on purpose or not

Either way, it was enough to bring a smile to your face, forgetting everything that was screaming on your mind and focusing on his pretty face so close to yours and focused on his work there

He then finished it by once again putting lipstick on his own lips, and then kidding you to put it in your own lips

"All done" He had a satisfied grin on his face "You look even more divine like this, don't you think"

All you could do was nod while having such a big smile on your face, and as soon as the camera was off, your lipstick was all over Sanzu's face

"I think we should test them don't you think? See if they're kiss proof" You told him while sitting on his lap, his hands resting on your waist while leaving a gentle caress to it

"You're just looking for excuses to see me all covered with your lips, aren't you? Well then... I won't stop you, enjoy yourself"

And you sure did, every new mark on his face and neck wound make your smile bigger, and he could only look at you with adoring eyes because he was holding the most precious treasure he could ever ask for

tags — @puprdou @sweetcrunchygrapes

pink borders/dividers here

[hawkinsschoolcounselor]

Can people calm down already? It's just a poster. It's a fun little callback to season one. We're wrapping up the story - they're going to do those! ST is an ensemble piece, not The Byler Show. As much as some fans here clearly want it to be that, it isn't and it never has been. The friendships matter too. There's nothing wrong with paying homage to that, and giving us a fun callback to the kids on their bikes in season one.

Especially as this time, Will is leading the way.

Do people know how easy it would have been to put him at the back of the group, with Mike and El at the front? Or lagging behind everyone, lovelorn again? Do people realize how easy it would have been to depict El hugging onto Mike in love, or casting a defensive pose to protect him? But she's not doing either of those things. She's looking back, focused on something else, while he's looking ahead, following Will. El and Mike are once again at odds, even if they appear to be together. They're looking in different directions. We should appreciate that.

We should also appreciate the fact that this poster isn't just a giant El head, with everyone else floating teeny tiny around her. Seriously. Can we just enjoy things, please? And not Chicken Little over nothing? It's a tv show. We're supposed to be having fun here.

The internet is not where calm people congregate, it seems.

As to your point, I did make some snarky reactions to the poster out of response to some overreactions I was seeing from people. I don't know if that's what you're referring to here or not. I'm largely ok with the poster, except that I do think they're going a bit too hard on the callbacks.

I fully expect the season to start with Mike and El together, anyway, even if they're just going through the motions. That's how the majority of viewers see season 4 as having ended. It'd be silly if the poster didn't support that.

I am surprised with no Max on the poster anywhere, though. I realize she can't be out and about with the others, but you'd think she'd be there somewhere. I know we're meant to think she'll never wake up, but are we really meant to think her only role is to lie in a hospital bed the entire time? Maybe they don't want to give anything away, but they could've put her in the sky with Vecna or something.

I think we're probably still going to get a "giant El head" poster, though. We always do, in addition to the regular poster. I just hope that Will isn't all tiny and in the background this time, but sharing the spotlight with her, instead.

[ariaverde]

That's actually a really good point.

I'm not fully convinced how Feat accumulates when it comes to the public. It absolutely can be created and used by the same self. Bowa is the key example of that, since it's her jealousy and rage and hatred towards Queen that leads to her creating the Fear she uses. So we have concrete proof that Fear can be created AND used by the same person, something that we haven't seen from Trust yet (although I have a hunch X might give us extra info about that). However, Lin Ling's boss allegedly first gains his powers not because the boss himself generated it, but because his employees feared him that much. And then, Moon comments that the boss got stronger during the livestream because he was feeding off the fear people were feeling towards him. Assuming she hadn't been lied to about how Fear works, this implies that Fear can be created by anyone to be used by anyone, and like Trust, the more people Fear you the stronger you get. That said, the boss also notably grew stronger after he had an emotional crash out; until we get more information about how it works exactly, I'm of the belief it was the combination of the crash out with the audience's emotions that boosted his power levels. But like you said, we don't know much about Fear vs Trust. Maybe Fear does only come from the self and your self-perception/desire for your strength impacts how strong you are while using Fear?

But one key difference between Trust and Fear I thought of while writing the above is in how they affect appearance. While Trust changes your appearance based on what others want, Fear changes your appearance based on what you want. Bowa was self-assured and self-confident, taking pride in herself and her not needing others to help her on her path to become a hero. So instead of getting a more obvious indicator of using Fear, only her eyes got changed. Bowa herself would take anything else as an insult because that's why she viewed herself as superior to Queen: Bowa didn't "need" to rely on "underhanded tricks" and her connections to reach where she got. It's also the first change that was shared with the people affected in the orphanage incident, so that might be the effect that happens while using Fear.

On the flip side, during the orphanage incident, the dean was warped into a monster based on his powers and the rest who didn't have any powers to go off of became generic zombies, with the Fear remaining comparatively formless and docile. This, to me, is more telling of how integral the dean's power and desire to become a hero was to him as a character. For the zombies, the Fear remained in a state close to its natural one because the afflicted didn't have any concrete idea on how to shape their new power. Most never had strong enough powers or never strongly attached themselves to the idea of gaining superpowers to have the drive to shape the desire how they wanted. But the dean? That was his whole reason for running the orphanage to begin with. Of course he could shape the Fear into something beyond its base form; his whole character was about a guy that couldn't let go of a career path he was either forced out of or failed to be successful in. The only potential wrench in this point in Luo, since Luo had an idea of what his power would manifest as. But I'd argue otherwise on the grounds that Luo hadn't been given the opportunity to explore what he'd be like as a hero, whereas the dean had. Furthermore, I wouldn't be surprised if Luo's circumstances had beaten his hopes of becoming a hero into the ground, meaning he'd given up on it by the time the events of the orphanage happened. He was too focused on Cyan's role in the plane crash to think about being a hero, but the dean was absolutely was. Thus, Luo became another generic zombie whereas the dean didn't.

I'm very curious to see what happens with DJ Shindig, assuming he returns. He was bathed in Fear that wasn't generate by him, but by others. In that state, can he even control the Fear without having the emotional turmoil we've seen previous Fear users have? Will it warp him according to what he wants or will the desires and perceptions of others change him instead? Or does he just die because he didn't have the will to control it?

Regardless, Trust and Fear are definitely shaping up to be opposites in more ways than just 'villain vs hero', and I'm very glad you pointed that out to me >:3

now im late for work so if you excuse me-

You know, so far, it looks like emotions are the one thing the public can't change in To Be Hero X. They can change your appearance (Lin Ling). They can change your habits (Nice). They can change your powers (Moon). They can give you new mental disorders and handicaps (Firm Man) or force you to stay affected by them (Ghostblade). And I bet they can take them away in the right circumstances.

But they can't change how you feel about those changes. They can't force you to fall in love with someone you don't (Nice and Moon) nor stop you from loving someone you do (Nice and Wreck). They can't make you love your job (Pre-hero Luck Cyan), nor can they magically make you feel better when you're down (Queen). Your emotions are your own, so if you want to change them, it's on you to figure out how to do so.

In fact, it seems like willpower backed by your emotions is the one way to break free from the public's influence outside of fading into obscurity; Lin Ling was the only one we've seen do so. I don't know if that's intended to better parallel the affect of such public status on celebrities or if that's gonna be plot relevant beyond Deus Ex Machina, but there's a bittersweetness to the idea that there's something that's always yours, even when everything else changes.

Then again, if Trust and Fear can be synthesized and weaponized, I wonder if the same can be done to other human emotions, too.

[kennyomegasweave]

So do we trust Korn's sugar baby? Or nah? Cause Korn came in and told him about his new position in the part of the company he didn't even know existed and I'm like ...was that a smart choice? Or no?

Cause the baby's reaction to hearing that was being like "that's cool cause you'll def be good at it, but can you fuck me raw now?" And I'm just like ...do we trust this baby? Or no? Cause Korn's family is obviously into some shady shit, so he's gonna get into some shady shit, so is his sugar baby gonna be shady? But the boy also just looked really bummed to not only not be getting that round two, which is understandable, but to just getting whole ass pushed off and left with a "sorry, you know how my dad is."

Obviously it's only been one episode so there's no answers, but I still have questions! lol

[biracy]

Tbh I disagree with the idea that fanfiction by default translates badly into quote unquote "real books" "because no worldbuilding." 1) I think it's untrue and disingenuous to portray fanfiction as a medium inherently lacking worldbuilding, plenty of fic authors really enjoy worldbuilding and character development and, especially if they're writing an AU fic, can put so much work into worldbuilding and character development that the fic effectively stands on its own apart from the original work entirely (whether or not the author continuing to consider it fanfiction is a crutch is debatable, not the point), and 2) I think it's untrue and disingenuous to portray "real books" (i.e. a book that has gone through whatever op thinks is an acceptable standard of traditional publishing) as a medium inherently requiring worldbuilding to be worth reading/to be "complete." If I'm being perfectly honest I just don't think a lot of you actually read a lot of "real books" if you think that a book introducing a character or characters with very little preamble before getting to what people call "the good stuff" is inherently a flaw. Common story structures are not a rule every author is bound to following, and many more experimental and/or greatly influential books play with story structure, worldbuilding (which tbh isn't that important if ur not writing fantasy or sci-fi, u guys DO know there are genres besides fantasy and sci-fi, right?), developing characters in like, the Tumblr writing advice sense where "developed" means "has a backstory", etc. Especially if a book is a mainly a character piece, a lot of rules about "story structure" kinda go out the window. I also think a statement like "fics that have had their serial numbers filed off are stories, but not books" means absolutely nothing, it just relies on a reader's preexisting ideas about the inherent virtue of "books" when compared to "stories", ignoring the systems in place that often separate "books" from "just stories" AND the fact that short stories, vignettes, etc. are absolutely acceptable forms in which to write fiction. Of course this isn't to say that books that started off as fanfiction CAN'T have structural problems, a lot of fiction (fan- or otherwise) that was originally published serially online as the author was writing it can have structural and pacing issues where chapters don't really feel connected, threads start but don't lead anywhere, etc., but like always it's not really a problem unique to fanfiction and also the way people are going about it is just so hollow and performatively intellectual. In My Opinion

[running-in-the-dark]

okay but. how am I supposed to ever watch another show again? I'll never love a show this much again. I'll never love all the characters in any show this much again. I'll never have an actual breakdown over a show's final episode again. I just want Leverage forever :(

[moonlightazriel]

Main Masterlist

Nanami hated seeing you in distress. No matter what was the cause, a big presentation or something as silly as donating blood, he hated seeing your furrowed brows and the nervous habit of pressing your nails into your palms. He wanted to go over there and pull you by the hand, forcing you to stop just so he can squeeze your much smaller one in between his fingers, to reassure you everything was going to be fine.

But the thing is, Nanami Kento is also a reserved man. Which meant he couldn't simply go over to where you stood in line for the blood donation day you were helping promote at the office and do any of the things he knew would calm you down. Simply because no one knew the two of you were married.

Surely they knew you two we're close, always having lunch together, not knowing that the well crafted bento box was made by your skilled hands. They also knew that the golden ring adorning Nanami's finger meant he was married to someone, but that someone never showed up at the office, not even once. Which made everyone wonder what his mysterious wife looked like. If they only knew they have already met her.

He preferred it that way, not having anyone snooping in his relationship and trying to ruin the perfect routine he created for himself, if they knew about the two of you, the pestering and questions would be constant, and he really wanted to avoid that. So he swallowed hard, opting for nodding your way, trying to express that you could do it.

But he watched as you sat down on the chair, nervously eyeing the big needle, while the nurse prepared to put it in your arm, and his feet moved on its own accord. It looked like you were about to pass out any minute and he knew that you would feel really embarrassed if you did pass out in front of the whole office.

So ever the gentleman, he grabs your free hand, drawing your attention to his face, a warm smile just for you, you watched surprised, as well as everyone else around the two of you, as he pulled your hand to his lips, giving you a comforting kiss. You didn't even felt the needle piercing your skin, you didn't feel anything with how fast your heart were beating right now.

He held your hand during the whole procedure, ignoring the stares and whispers of his colleagues, only focusing on keeping you calm enough to endure the donation, he knew that you were so kind that you were willing to put your wellbeing aside to help others, that's why he wanted you to know that he appreciated that. So when the nurse finished, handing you a juice box, he helped you up, one hand still holding yours and the other resting in your waist.

"I'm so proud of you honey, for organizing this whole campaign and for donating it yourself, despite your fear. But please, next time choose something that doesn't terrify you this much." He whispered in your ear, kissing your hair in the process.

"If they ever let me do something again." You said, pointing to the eager coworkers that started to approach you. Nanami pinched the bridge of his nose, already feeling a migraine setting in, but for you? It was always worth it.

[doctormohansamira]

Samira's direct honesty is something I find so fascinating about her as a character. She's the most empathetic doctor in the department, but she really isn't soft in the way one would typically expect of a character like that.

She asks Santos how thick her skin is, then provides blunt, direct feedback without being concerned about how to say it "nicely". When her patient with the butt injections from a guy on Tik Tok asks how bad it looks, she admits freely and without hedging that it doesn’t look great. She gets deeply offended at the claim she’s lying: both Whitaker and Pugliesi accuse her of it, and she points out to both of them that what she said was totally true – she gave him a morphine-like drug that binds to the same receptor to treat his symptoms. But most interestingly is the way it manifests in her relationship with Robby.

She tells Dana directly that just because Robby's having a bad day, there's no need to take it out on her. She defends her treatment choices, even when Robby is getting mad about them. The one time we see her not being vocal about something she knows? When Robby's working on Leah.

We see Samira initially helping there. But then after she puts in the IO, the next time we see her, she's working with Abbot on a different patient. The time after that, she goes to help Langdon. And when Langdon asks how Robby's doing with Leah, she doesn't answer out loud and instead shakes her head. She knew full well Leah wasn't going to make it. And later, she goes back to Robby's side and asks if there's anything she can do, more softly than we ever heard her say anything else, still not telling him that she thinks he should give up and go help someone he could still save. Robby is in so many ways the exception in terms of Samira's reactions to things.

It's such a cool example that highlights the differences between them. I'm usually more focused on the ways in which they're the same, but there are also these crucial differences. In the cases where we see Robby doing the "unnecessary tests" and spending too much time that he berated Samira for, he's often more motivated by the families than the patients due to his own Adamson trauma, whereas Samira is patient focused – wanting Joyce to feel safe and comfortable when she's terrified of intubation, trusting Nandi when she's scared her symptoms are being dismissed – and less concerned with the families. Her exception is Pugliesi, who is in some ways to her what Joyce was to Robby – she is absolutely, legitimately concerned about doing no harm and treating his symptoms. However, she's also reacting very strongly due to her own personal experiences losing her father and visceral reaction to the idea of someone rejecting help.

Robby's reaction to Joyce feels so similar – in contrast to so many other patients, he's not talking to her wife and trying to make her feel better. He's angry at the thought of any delay, driven by the idea that maybe they could have saved Adamson if they'd moved faster.

They're just so similar, but they're approaching their work through very different traumas, and it's all so fascinating.

[melminli]

Love To Dream

summary - there was this one girl that thanos really wanted, though, she didn't really want to have anything to do with him. unfortunately, that made him want her even more.

pairing: (thanos) choi su-bong x fem. reader

word count: 1.5k

contains: modern au, mention of drugs, enemies to lovers vibes ig, crack, yearning

a/n: i don't even know what this is tbh but I felt like we all deserved some laughs ;)

Life was good - life was really fucking good, Thanos thought to himself as he winked charmingly at a group of hot girls. They had been looking in his direction for a while now while giggling, clearly interested in him. He continued to watch them as he sipped his drink, music pumping through his veins like adrenaline. Thanos's eyes darkened as the girls continued to cast lustful glances in his direction - he knew he could easily get more than one of them into bed tonight and why wouldn't he? It hadn't been long since his last performance on stage, reminding everyone present once again of his legendary status in this club.

However, his attention was focused somewhere entirely else after the most breathtaking person ever decided to walk past him. The pick-up lines he had been thinking of for the group, vanished from his mind after this angel showed up in front of him since the other girls could barely compare. The whole thing looked like something out of a scene from a Kdrama because time seemed to pass in slow motion and your hair was swinging in the air like that of a princess - which would have been the perfect time for some product placement because it just looked so damn soft.

Thanos had his mouth wide open in shock and put a hand over his heart to check if it was still beating while his eyes never left your figure. You - who was leaning prettily against the bar right next to him as you ordered something from the bartender.

“Hey.” he finally recovered from the moment and casually moved towards you. “I'd introduce myself, but I assume you already know me.” he talked to you with his flirty face as soon as you looked up at him.

You smiled shyly. “Yeah, I watched your performance,” you answered him and seemed quite grateful that he was speaking to you right now. “You were pretty good.” you giggled slightly as you complimented him.

“Yeah, that's just how I am.” he sighed as he looked around the room as if it was a burden for him to have to live with all the recognition. His eyes met yours again and he tried to impress you by unpacking a few bars while emphasizing them with the movements of his hands. “Girl, I know you and I are meant to be because after I looked at your pretty face everything stopped being. If only you saw what I can see, you'll understand why I want you so desperately.” he rapped to you, stealing the last line from some One Direction song, but you didn't need to know that.

You shyly put your hands in front of your face to hide your smile. “Oh my god, that was so incredibly sexy, I'm so horny for you right now.” the words came out of your mouth and made Thanos screw up his face weirdly for a second.

Because first of all, those vulgar words didn't match your innocent demeanor in the slightest - and secondly, you said exactly what Thanos had imagined you would say - it was actually a bit creepy since you literally said it word for word. Thanos hardly thought that he could foresee the future all of a sudden or that you could maybe read minds, though he decided to ignore the whole thing as soon as you started touching his chest softly with your hands. He wanted you so bad.

“You don't even know what you're doing to me right now,” he whispered to you while you felt him so sensually and he was about to kiss you, hadn't you stopped his lips with your hand as you laughed into his face. “I think you should wake up now. Otherwise, the pink elephant will keep handing out balloons to people.” You told him, pointing behind him to where the bar was supposed to be.

“Hah?” he asked you confused and turned around while continuing to hold you in his arms, but all he saw were a few dogs breakdancing - and that was nothing out of the ordinary. He continued to look at the scene with a grin, even though some inner voice inside him was stressing out about kissing you immediately as if he was running out of time. He finally turned back to you and was about to continue when he suddenly heard a man speak. “You really should wake up man.” Nam-gyu's voice told him and Thanos only caught himself almost kissing him after he took a closer look. He just pushed him away from him in disgust and then -

Thanos woke up from his sleep, bathed in sweat, when he saw your face in his field of vision. “Finally, you're sleeping like a dead man. There's some guy at the door who wants to talk to you,” you told him as he sat up tiredly while slowly recovering from his strange dream.

That's right. You weren't just some hot girl he met at the club, you were his fucking roommate. Thanos discreetly pushed more blanket over his lap as he tried to shoo you away from his room with a wave of his hand. “Yeah, yeah - I'll be right there, just - give me a moment,” he said without looking you in the face.

You just sighed slightly and complied with his request, though not without letting him know how unhappy you were. “I told you to stop giving our address to these dealers. I don't like it when they show up here,” you grumbled under your breath before dashing out and closing the door behind you.

After that, Thanos let out a very heavy sigh and stroked his face aggressively. “Now she's showing up in my dreams, too? Fucking great.” he grumbled to himself and got up from the bed to put on some decent clothes. His eyes met his own reflection as he pulled a shirt over his head. “Get a grip man, what's wrong with you?” he asked himself as he grimaced in annoyance. “You're Thanos the destroyer, not some kind of -”

“Stop taking so long and come here already!” your voice suddenly shouted, coming through his door slightly muffled.

He looked even more annoyed at that and made his way to the living room while shouting back at you. “I'm fucking on it, alright!” and it only took a few loud steps from him to your front door for him to yank it open to fix the damn problem. He looked at his friend, completely bothered by his presence. “What do you want?” he asked him and was kinda glad that it at least wasn't Nam-gyu because he just really didn't want to see his face at the moment and probably for a little while.

“Hello, to you, too.” the man in front of him greeted him, already used to his weird mood swings. “I just wanted to do you a favor by bringing you some of the pills you wanted because last time you almost beat me up when I didn't have them with me,” he explained, holding the bag, which Thanos grabbed instantly before inspecting it more closely. “Don't act like you didn't deserve it, I paid you the money in advance, man. Of course, I was angry,” he complained again and would probably have beaten him up for real right now if he had ruined his morning over something completely unnecessary. However, he would still have to make sure that something like this didn't happen again so that you didn't have another reason to kick him out of the apartment.

“You know, maybe this was meant to be. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been greeted by an absolute hottie today,” he said happily as he stood there, still interested. “Is she your cousin or something? Do you want to introduce me to her?” he asked and was quite confident in the way he acted, but Thanos just looked at him emotionlessly for a few seconds until he slammed the door in his face.

"Okay, he's gone now!" he exclaimed, bored, and made his way into the kitchen, where you were sitting with a cup of coffee or something while scrolling on your phone. "Don't open the door for that guy if he shows up again," he said, grabbing a cold Sprite from the fridge. You just looked at him with a displeased look. He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'll make sure that he and no one else shows up after today. But, I'm just saying that in case it still somehow happens."

Thanos then opened the can and drank from it while he continued to watch your face from the side. Eventually, he sat down next to you, although, to his dissatisfaction, that didn't seem to get your attention. "Hey, you want to go on a date?" He asked, and you weren't sure how many times he asked you that by now. You kept scrolling on Instagram. "You know my answer to that."

Thanos continued to grin hopefully. "Yes?" he asked and then watched you disappear out of the kitchen with your cup of coffee in your hand - probably to your room. "You should be glad that I'm even asking you! Other girls would die for..." he muffled towards the end before he stopped talking entirely once he realized that you weren't giving him a reaction.

Maybe, I should just go back to sleep, he thought to himself dejectedly, unable to believe that he had actually better chances with you in dreams with pink elephants and breakdancing dogs.

[livinghalfway]

Younger Years Pt. 2

Part 1

Summary: Damian gets temp de-aged to 6yrs old; cue him asking where his twin is. This is how everyone finds out about Danny's existence Word Count: 1608

If anyone were to ask how he reacted when Damian jumped from the bed to attack him, Dick would say that he reacted exactly as a vigilante who’s been on the job for years now would. Ask anyone else who was there to witness it though and you’d get a much different story of events. 

"Aaaahhh!" Both Dick and Damian slam onto the ground. Damian hits don't pack as much of a punch as they normally would, but that doesn't mean they're not precise when hitting a body's weak spots. "Dam- oof, Damian! It’s okay, you're safe! I'm your brother!" 

That did not have the desired effect he wished it did on the smaller boy; if anything Damian seemed to grow angrier at the mention of them being brothers. "Liar!"  

The others must have heard the commotion because the next moment the med bay door is being thrown open with everyone rushing in. Jason is the first one to get to them, and when he does he's quick to grab Damian. He holds the furiously kicking child to his chest while pinning Damian's arms to his side. 

"Dick, you alright?" Duke is kneeling by his side with a comforting hand on his shoulder as he helps Dick sit up. "Baby Damian really caught you off guard, huh?"

Somewhere in the midst of all the chaos happening Dick hears the sound of a camera click, and he can't help but smile. Another photo down!

"Damian," Bruce's voice is firm as he says, "You need to calm down; no one here is going to hurt you."

That of course does nothing to calm the child who just woke up with strangers surrounding him. "Since when has telling someone to calm down ever worked?" Tim questions as he watches everything from the doorway. 

Bruce sends a slight glare Tim's way before directing his attention back to his youngest child, "Chum, my name is Bruce Wayne, do you know who I am?"

"No, but I know that you've somehow managed to take me hostage," Damian growls out. He's stopped struggling in Jason's arms, and seems to be analyzing them all with a hard gaze. "Who are you working for?"

"Do you know about Batman?" Bruce counter questions instead of giving any kind of answer. 

"I might; is he the one behind this?" Damian for the first time looks unsure about what's happening,

Jason gives a little amused huff, "That is Batman, demon brat."

"Surely not!" Damian judgmentally looks Bruce up and down, "Batman is definitely taller than him." 

That of course got a laugh from everyone, and even Bruce had an amused smile on his face as he thought about how Damian said something similar when meeting him for the first time. 

"And do you know who Batman is when it comes to you?" Dick asks after a few seconds. It's clear at this point that Bruce is trying to see if Damian has been told who his father is. If they can establish that relationship now it might save them all from anymore attacks; at least for the rest of the night.

Instead of answering Damian tucks his chin to his chest and glares at the ground. What's really shocking though is how his body goes almost limp. It seems to shock Jason as well because his tight grip even loosen, and changes to a more gentle hold.

Asking questions probably isn't going to get the baby assassin to trust Dick thinks to himself; not with how his youngest brother was raised. They're going to have to try something else, "Hey Dami, how about we-" 

Before he can continue though Dick is cut off by a loud smacking sound. Damian had very suddenly thrown his head back so that it would hit Jason square in the face. He wouldn't be surprised if it even broke Jason's nose from the sound.

With Jason's grip already loose it doesn't take a lot of effort for Damian to escape his grasp, and make a run for the door. Tim, who was far more focused on his camera, didn’t even have a second to properly react before he was being knocked out of the way. Allowing the young child access to the whole cave.  

"Motherfu-" Jason cuts himself off with a groan before running towards the door as well, "You really let him run right past you, Timbo?"

"You're the one who let him go!"

"He broke my nose!" 

"Guys!" Duke shouts as he runs past the two of them, "let's focus on finding Damian before fighting with each other!" 

That kicked everyone into gear as soon all of them were now trying to find the escapee who had seemingly disappeared. The only thing they can hope for right now is that he doesn't find a weapon of any kind. 

Everyone has split off in different areas to search, and taking the situation more seriously knowing that the kid could pop out of anywhere and attack them. It's not until after 20 mins of searching that Dick decides to just start speaking, hoping that he can somehow convince him to come out of hiding at the very least. 

"Damian, I know that you know Batman is your father, and now you know that Bruce," He gestures to where the older man is standing, "is Batman; your father! I swear you are safe here."

The cave is covered in silence as everyone waits for a response to come. Just as it looks like nothing will happen a slight but deliberate sound comes from the side of where he is.

"Damia-" 

"Silence." Damian speaks forward enough to be seen, but making sure to stand out of reach, "Did Mother set this test up? Grandfather? Either way I'm not falling for it. If you wanted to make this more convincing you should have included my brother."

Dick felt a pain in his chest at that word. Brother? Did Damian really have a brother while at the league? Is he talking about a sort of battle brother, or did Talia have another kid? Is it Bruce's kid? Taking a glance to where Bruce is he sees that the man must be having the same thoughts as his face sits somewhere between anger and grief. 

"You have a brother!?" Tim is the one that finally asks the question on everyone's mind. 

"There is no need to continue this act; I've already figured out that this isn't real."

"Like the same mom, same dad type of brother?" Duke even looks aghast at the revelation of a second possible child of Bruce. 

Damian only looks more annoyed at each question, but answers anyway in a tone that makes it clear that he thinks the answer is obvious, "Tt of course. That tends to be the case with twins after all." 

Damian has a twin?

The de-aged child in front of him could lie about a lot of things right now to get an advantage in this situation, but what advantage does lying about a twin get him? Damian seems so sure that all of this is a test from the league. There is no way he could lie about something like this. 

Damian is a twin. 

As much as Dick wished it wasn’t true he couldn’t lie to himself about this. Between the ages of 6 and 10 something must have happened to the other boy. He’d bet money that whatever it was made Talia bring Damian to the manor. Why did she or Damian never say anything? Was his brother even given the chance to mourn the loss of his brother?

Damian had a twin. 

"Jason, you were with the league for a while, did Damian really have a twin?" Tim whispers quietly to the man standing next to him.

"I wasn't exactly in the right state of mind when I was there, and even then I never saw the brat or brats I suppose." 

"Enough!" Damian suddenly slams a foot onto the ground clearly done with everyone around him whispering, "the test is done, and I'm ready to return back to the compound." 

Tim now turns to Bruce with nothing but shock still on his face, "I think it'd be easier to just explain the truth to him. Otherwise this is what the next couple days are going to be like.”

"The baby assassin is just going to keep attacking us and trying to escape otherwise." Jason adds on as well as he takes a seat at the center table. “I for one would like to keep the demon spawn close by because I’ve got some questions he’s going to need to answer ASAP when he’s normal again.”

Bruce seems to finally snap out of his trance and slowly starts to make his way to Damian. Once he's just out of reach of his son he kneels down so that he's much closer to Damian's current height. "Son, this isn't a test, and I am your father.”

"You are a liar; my father wouldn't leave Danyal behind!" 

No one was surprised this time when Damian sprung forward to attack Bruce. In the end Alfred had to give him a light sedative to calm him down enough to be laid back down on the med bay bed. Duke even went upstairs, and brought Alfred the cat down to sleep in the boy's lap. Unsurprisingly, that cat still loves him when he's this small. 

For now they can only hope that things will be calmer when Damian wakes up again. 

The cave after that was met with suffocating silence as there was only one thought in everyone's head.

"What happened to Danyal?"

[buckleydiaz]

hii :) if you're still taking fic prompts from the intimacy list, I'd love 8 and 36 if it inspires something <3

intimacy prompts - interrupting with a kiss + being pushed against a wall

Eddie is towel-drying the last clean dish when the sound of Buck’s phone alarm blares through the kitchen, sharp and sudden enough to make him jump.

“Sorry! Sorry.” Buck rushes in like a hurricane, lunging for the oven mitt on the counter. “Can you get that? It’s on the, uh, it’s over there.” He gestures vaguely towards his phone with one hand while yanking the oven open with the other. “These babies need exactly twenty minutes or the texture gets all weird.”

Eddie doesn’t comment on all the weird textures he’s had to chew through since Buck decided to take up baking. He clicks off the alarm and steps over to get a closer look at the…scones? He’s pretty sure these are supposed to be scones.

“Do you think these look kind of…off?” Buck asks, scrunching his nose. “I don’t get it. I swear I followed the recipe exactly like last time. How did—”

“Hey,” Eddie says, nudging him with his elbow. “I'm sure they taste great. Cap’s gonna love them.”

Buck exhales at that, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You know you’re not supposed to call him that, it’s just Bobby now.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie says. ”My house, my rules.”

“I mean, technically this isn’t really your house, right? You’re just the renter.”

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Yeah? And what does that make you?”

Buck shrugs, unbothered.

”Alright there, Mr. Semantics, anything else I should know while we’re at it?”

“I’ll get back to you on that.” Buck grins. “Okay, come on. We need to run through everything one last time,” he says, already steering Eddie toward the living room.

Eddie tips his head back dramatically. “God forbid I sit down for five minutes after cleaning the entire house.”

“The more you complain, the longer this is gonna take,” Buck warns, reaching for his clipboard. “Okay, starting off with—“ His eyes meet Eddie’s for a second before focusing on the list in his hands. “Banner?”

“You can’t be serious,” Eddie says, eyeing the obnoxiously large WELCOME BACK BOBBY banner that is currently taking up at least half the wall in his (their?) living room.

“Sorry? Don’t think I heard that right.”

Eddie bites back a smile, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. “I mean, check.”

“The extra chairs from the garage?”

“Check.”

“Great. Appetizers?”

“Salads, dips, mini sandwiches—all checked.”

Buck nods seriously, checking them off before moving to the next item on his list.

Honestly, Eddie should be stressing out about this a little more. Athena trusted them to host—well, ‘trusted’ is a big word, considering they were kind of her last choice, but that’s not the point right now. The point is all their friends are about to be here for Bobby’s big Welcome Back From The Dead party, and Eddie can’t bring himself to stress about any of it. Mostly because he just can’t seem to stop smiling.

He can’t help it. There’s this warm, steady thing blooming in his chest, and he’s not even trying to fight it. He's lucky Buck is way too busy squinting down at his own chicken scratch handwriting to notice. Buck is just so—God—he’s so cute. With his serious face and very important clipboard, pen sticking out the pocket of his denim apron. He’s adorable.

He’s wearing a hoodie even though it’s the middle of the summer, sleeves pushed up to reveal those lovely, toned forearms. And yeah, that’s another thing Eddie’s been letting himself notice lately. He’s been noticing a lot of things about Buck, actually. Like how pretty he is, how he lights up every room just by walking into it, how sometimes Eddie's knees seem to wobble under him when Buck so much as smiles at him.

“Okay, moving on to drinks…”

Eddie is about to answer when Buck’s phone blares to life again.

“Shit,” Buck mutters under his breath, then forces an all too bright: “Hey! Maddie!”

It’s a short call. Eddie can’t make out what Maddie’s saying, but he can see the way dread settles more and more clearly on Buck’s face with each word.

“O-okay Mads, see you all soon!”

“Everything okay?” Eddie asks carefully once Buck hangs up.

“They let her off early. They’re gonna be here in—fuck, what time is it?” He grabs Eddie’s wrist to check his watch, eyes going wide. ”Shit. Fifty-six minutes.”

“Okay, so basically an hour. It’s not that—“

“Are you sure we have enough chairs?” Buck cuts in. He's obviously trying to not sound like he’s freaking out, which—he’s terrible at. Truly awful. Eddie can practically hear the sirens going off in his head.

”Yes. Me and Chris counted them earlier, we’re good,” Eddie says, keeping his voice calm.

“Yeah but-but are you sure?“ And shit. He’s pacing around the room now, clutching the clipboard so hard, Eddie’s afraid it might break in half. “What if Ravi brings a date? Or-or May. Or—“

“Buck.” Eddie steps closer, hands landing on Buck’s shoulders. “Ravi can bring two dates and it’s still gonna be fine. Hell, he can bring three.”

“Yeah, but what if he—“

Eddie never finds out what insane Ravi-date scenario Buck was about to spiral into.

One second he is studying the tight crease in Buck’s forehead, trying desperately to squeeze some comfort into him through his hands, and the next—he’s kissing him. He doesn’t think about it when he does it, just leans in and presses their lips together. It’s chaste. Soft.

“It’s going to be amazing,” Eddie says when he pulls back, voice much steadier than his heartbeat. “You organized the hell out of this thing. They’re gonna love it.”

Eddie gives Buck’s shoulders one last squeeze before clearing his throat and withdrawing his hands to rub awkwardly at the back of his neck.

“We should, uh—“

“I—you kissed me?” Buck says.

The crease in his forehead seems to have deepened, but hey, at least he stopped pacing. That’s something.

“I did,” Eddie says simply. Because, well, he did.

“Is this… allowed?”

“What? Kissing?”

“Yes. No. Sorry.” Buck shakes his head a little. “Just—you kissed me.”

Eddie’s not sure what else he could say to that. But maybe he doesn’t have to say anything at all. Because something in the air between them has shifted. Buck is still looking at him but his expression is softer now. And—was he always standing so close?

Buck opens his mouth like he’s about to say something else, then changes his mind and crashes their lips back together.

The clipboard hits the floor with a loud whoosh as Buck’s hands find Eddie’s waist. He drags him in closer to kiss him deeper, filthier. Eddie’s not proud of the noise that escapes him when Buck shoves him back against the nearest wall, right under the stupid banner. Or the one he makes when Buck presses even closer, and Eddie feels the hard outline of his cock against his hip through endless layers of fabric.

“Okay?” Buck asks, pulling back only far enough to get a look at Eddie’s face. He’s panting, breathing right into Eddie’s mouth, which should be gross, except Eddie just finds it incredibly hot.

Eddie nods, tugging at the fabric of Buck’s apron. “This is ridiculous,” he breathes. “You should take it off.”

Buck wastes no time doing exactly as he’s told, pulling the apron over his head and tossing it to the side.

Good boy hovers on the tip of Eddie’s tongue, but he swallows it down. He’ll try it out next time. He’s too busy anyway—grabbing a fistful of Buck’s hoodie and flipping them around so that Buck’s back is pressed to the wall instead of his.

Eddie slides a leg between Buck’s thighs, spreading them slightly. “This is better,” he murmurs against Buck’s lips, rocking his hips forward. He trails open-mouthed kisses from Buck’s mouth down to his chin, his jaw, then his neck.

Buck groans, throwing his head back—only to knock it straight into the wall behind him with a solid thud.

“Fuck, are you okay?” Eddie pulls back, breathless.

Buck’s lips twitch like he’s trying not to laugh. “You know—” he chuckles. “I think my best friend might be trying to kill me.”

Eddie breathes out a laugh, dropping his forehead to Buck’s shoulder. “You sure that’s what he’s doing?” He pinches Buck’s side just to make him squirm.

“Positive,” Buck says. “Think it would be safer if we move this to the bedroom.”

“Hm, good thinking. How are we doing on time?”

“Still got—“ Buck grabs Eddie’s wrist again to check. “Forty-two minutes to spare.”

“Forty-two minutes…” Eddie parrots teasingly. “Are you sure that’s enough time?”

“Trust me, I can make it quick,” Buck says, then winces. “That sounded sexier in my head.”

“I don’t know, sounds plenty sexy to me.”

“Yeah?” Buck says, pulling Eddie in by the belt loops. “then you’re about to experience the best three minutes of your life.”

That gets another soft laugh out of Eddie. “Alright cowboy, lead the way.”

[cas-couture]

cas couture.

cas couture is an upcoming community-based sim magazine focused on fashion. what sets cas couture apart is that we will not allow permanently paywalled cc to be featured in the magazine and aim to highlight the numerous, talented cc creators in the community :)

we are looking for simblrs who would like their stories/cc/creations/sims/pretty-much-anything ADVERTISED (for free, this is not a cash grab) in the APRIL 2025 ISSUE!

as cas couture is community driven, we need YOUR participation!

( more info under the cut !!! )

we want to put the spotlight back on this community and appreciate active simblrs. we want to encourage blog interaction and actually make the community ~feel like a community!

what will advertising look like?

sponsoring might look different across different spreads, it might be an ad for a movie/ tv series (i.e., this would advertise a sim story), an ad for a product/ designer (i.e., this would advertise a CC creator) and so on.

we're pretty much open to advertising anything! :) if you have any ideas for how you would like your creation advertised, let us know!

what are the requirements to sponsor?

you must be 18+ to apply

this is for fun!!!! pls remember that :) and also pls don’t be zionists or trumpies or homophobes or racist or anything else awful because :( and that’ll be another reason why we can’t have nice things :(

submit this sponsorship form (set aside 10 mins to fill this out, if your sponsorship is accepted, have some pictures/content ready that you would like us to use!)

reblog this post so i know ur for real about wanting to advertise!!

you would reblog and boost and interact with the April issue when it releases on April 11 :) (this would run on an honor system because I'm not a weirdo, but........ like if not enough people do it, it probably won't be worth the effort of making all the ads if no one's going to read the first issue/ interact with it? the point of cas couture IS blog interaction!!!!)

deadline to submit a sponsorship form is April 1. if you are making your own advertisement, it is April 10.

faq

i'm an editor for the magazine already, can I apply to sponsor?

yes, you totally can! we would just request you still fill out the form and once we confirm your sponsorship, we would just ask you to make your own advertisement, as it would probably be the quickest method :)

can I make my own advertisement as a sponsor?

yes, you totally can! once you're accepted as a sponsor, we will send you more information on the canvas size and other regulations <3

how many advertisements are you accepting?

there is no set number, it's more like... how many advertisements we can crank out in time for April 11 :) if you are willing to create your own advertisement and submit it by April 10th, the chances are 99.999% that we would accept :)

why is reblogging this post a requirement in order to apply for sponsorship?

because it'll show that you're truly willing to ruin your impeccable feed with simblr community content! if you're not willing to do it now, you probably won't want to later :( cas couture can only fuel itself on my hopes and dreams for so long until it burns out :( the aim is for blog interaction, making (age-appropriate) friends and having a good time!!!!

thank you for supporting cas couture! you're helping fund the nepo babies'-- i mean, interns'-- matcha addictions-- i mean, education!

asking da community for some support <3

as this is totally a community project, i'm going to tag some community members who really helped the last post reach the masses (I'm sorry, I'm annoying for tagging!!!) and current editors (I'm going off the top of my head, I'm sorry if I miss anyone!!!) on the team for the April issue!!!! if you don't like to be tagged, I'm sorry!!!!! <3333

@householdbinary @jokiyo @simafrassx @olivetelfie @my-kwy @southernfriedsims-blog @ratwoman161 @harvestsims @mmonetsims @kdplayssss @liyahssims @fairytailtow @crazy-hazy-sims @aliengirl @strangegrapefruit @thebramblewood @thefoxburyinstitute @missatan

psst, we're still accepting editors for the April issue!!! learn more about the roles available here!

[willowsnook]

https://www.tumblr.com/willowsnook/777849918464393216/halfway-to-always-pt-2

more pleaseeeeeeee!!! maybe like their relationship growing more ? idk more relationship things since we technically haven’t see them together

pt. 1, pt. 2

Quinn hughes x sharks!reader

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Long distance had not been easy, but you and Quinn were really trying to make it work. It was a lot of late-night calls, quick trips across the border, and constant texting. If you were at a different point in your life, you might complain, but where you are now was actually perfect. You didn’t have to worry about splitting time between work and a boyfriend, because your boyfriend lived 900 miles away, so he wasn’t expecting your physical time. 

It was easy for him too – he had strayed away from relationships ever since he was drafted in the NHL, not wanting to put someone through the experience of him being away all the time and always focused on hockey. The first half of the season came and went and you fell into a good routine: watch Quinn’s games when you could, call him after, fall asleep to his voice.

It was after a night Sharks game, when you saw that someone else had tried to call you: Ellen. The second you saw the missed call, you immediately dialed her number. 

“Hey Ellen, sorry I missed your call,” you said, concerned. It was pretty late where she was at so the unexpected call had you on high alert. 

“Hey sweetheart, I know you don’t have your phone on during games, but I wanted to tell you that Quinn got hurt tonight,” she said softly.

Your heart sank, “How hurt?” 

“Not terribly, but something with his obliques,” she said. “I talked to him an hour ago, he said it’s looking like there’s a good chance he’s going to miss some games.”

You were devastated for Quinn; missing some upcoming games likely meant he wouldn’t be able to play in the Four Nations tournament either. He was so happy when he was selected for the team and you knew this would crush him. You thanked Ellen for the call and called your boyfriend next. 

“Hi baby,” he greeted sleepily. 

"Hi, I just heard. Are you okay?" Your voice was tight with concern.

"I've been better," Quinn sighed, and you could practically see him running a hand through his hair, that frustrated gesture you'd come to know so well. "Doc says it's just a strain, but..." He trailed off.

"Ellen mentioned you might miss some games."

A heavy pause hung between you. "Yeah. And probably Four Nations too." His voice cracked slightly on the last word, confirming your fears.

"Oh, Quinn," you whispered, wishing more than anything you could be there to hold him. "I'm so sorry."

"It's hockey, you know? These things happen." He was trying to sound casual, but you could hear the disappointment weighing down each word. "I just... I wanted it so badly.”

He sounded so meek over the phone, and your heart broke in half listening. You tried to keep the conversation going but saying he was tired, all you could do was remind him that you were here for him before hanging up.

“What’s wrong?” Will asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. He had his bag thrown over his shoulder, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. 

“Quinn injured his oblique,” you told him, trying to keep your emotions at bay. 

“How bad?” He asked. 

“Bad,” you replied. “He’s going to miss four nations.” 

Will held open his arms, and you crumpled into them, trying to take deep breaths. You heard him talking to someone else so you pulled back, meeting Macklin’s sad gaze. He collected you from Will’s arms and held you tightly against him. 

“Okay, let’s make a plan,” Macklin told Will. “You deal with the flight stuff and I’ll get her stuff from the apartment?”

“Already looking up flights,” Will said, scrolling through his phone. “Last one of the night leaving in two hours. I’ll get it.” 

“How much is it?” You asked, turning to look at him.

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Will,” you warned, and he gave you a look.

“Dude, we make so much money, it doesn’t matter.” 

He didn���t let you argue any further and after a quick stop by your apartment you were on your way to the airport. 

Macklin had driven you, and you sat in silence for a moment before he nudged your shoulder gently.

"He's going to be okay, you know," he said softly. "Hockey players are built differently."

You nodded, picking at a loose thread on your sleeve. "I know. It's just... he wanted this so badly."

"And he'll have other opportunities," Macklin assured you. "But right now, what he needs is you."

The flight to Vancouver was mercifully quick, though you spent most of it staring at the seat in front of you, unable to sleep despite the late hour. By the time you arrived at his apartment, it was nearly 3 AM. You used the key he had given you the last time you’d seen him to open the door to the quiet place. 

Being as quiet as possible, you set your bag down on the couch before heading towards Quinn’s room. Taking a moment, you admired his sleeping form, his eyebrows were unconsciously furrowed, an almost scowl on his face. 

You stepped into the room slowly, unsure if you should wake him. But as if sensing you, Quinn stirred, his eyes blinking open. The second he registered that it was you standing in his doorway, his expression softened.

"Hey," he rasped, voice thick with sleep and surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"I got on the first flight I could," you said, stepping closer. "I couldn’t just stay there knowing you were hurting."

He sat up with a wince, pushing the blankets down to his waist. “You flew all the way from San Jose… in the middle of the night?”

You nodded, climbing up onto the bed beside him. “Of course I did.”

His jaw clenched for a second, like he was trying to hold something in, but then he reached out and gently pulled you into him. His hand slid around the back of your neck, his lips pressing against your temple. “You’re crazy,” he whispered.

“I know,” you whispered back. “But I love you. And I wanted to be here.”

“You love me?” He asked, frozen in place. Your breath hitched, not realizing what you had let slip out. 

Your heart hammered against your ribs as the admission hung in the air between you. You hadn't planned to say it like this—in his darkened bedroom at 3 AM, both of you exhausted, him injured—but there it was.

"I do," you said softly, deciding to own the moment rather than try to take it back. "I love you, Quinn."

His eyes searched yours in the dim light, a mix of vulnerability and wonder crossing his features. Then, a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"I love you too," he whispered, his hand gently cupping your face. "God, I've been wanting to tell you for weeks, but I didn't want to say it over the phone."

Relief washed over you, followed quickly by a warmth that spread through your chest. You leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his. “I’m sorry you got hurt.”

“If it means I get to be woken up at 3am to you in my room, I’ll do it more often,” he joked and you laughed. His tone turned serious again, “I’m glad you’re here. I needed you.”

“I know,” you told him, bringing your lips to press against his. “I’m here, always.”