#IM SCREAMING ABOUT THEM HONESTLY

[greenelight]

so   this   was   what   had   ken   worried   all   this   time   ?   it's   true   ,   it's   been   difficult   for   mason   to   secure   a   job   on   the   stage   since   he   always   seems   to   miss   certain   criteria   that   producers   are   looking   for   ,   but   he   doesn't   let   it   get   him   down   &   now   with   proper   friends   &   therapy   ,   he   feels   like   he   can   keep   going   as   long   as   he   needs   to.   however   ,   it   doesn't   make   it   hurt   any   less   when   rejection   does   come   ,   but   the   ache   is   immediately   soothed   in   knowing   that   it   is   his   brother   that   got   the   role   instead.   he   may   not   ever   admit   it ﹙ or he'll playfully boast maybe ﹚   ,   but   ken   really   does   have   that   star   quality   that   mason   could   easily   see   making   it   into   hollywood   one   day.   mason's   dreams   don't   stretch   that   far   ━━   he   wants   to   remain   on   the   stage   &   soak   up   the   spotlight   ,   but   ken   ?   he   could   literally   go   anywhere.   this   is   just   one   step   into   that   dream   becoming   a   reality   &   he   couldn't   be   happier   to   know   he's   doing   the   damn   thing.   it's   sweet   that   ken   was   thinking   of   him   &   his   feelings   ,   but   if   anything   ,   he   never   needs   to.   mason   will   always   celebrate   his   friend   &   all   his   accomplishments.   they're   family   &   that's   what   family   does   right   ?

when   they   break   their   hug   ,   mason   notes   the   tears   in   ken's   eyes   ,   but   rather   than   make   a   cheeky   remark   like   he   usually   would   ,   he   says   nothing about it   ,   beaming   from   ear   to   ear.   ❝   ew   ,   get   your   rank   rotted   milk   breath   away   from   me , dude !   ❞   mason   playfully   shoves   ken   away   ,   though   he   does   put   just   a   touch   of   strength   to   it   ,   if   only   to   prove   a   point.   ❝   that's   for   not   telling   me   sooner.   don't   keep   shit   like   this   from   me   ,   okay   ?   i   get   you   don't   wanna   see   me   heartbroken   ,   but   i'm   a   big   boy   ━━   i   can   handle   my   emotions & rejections.   'sides   ,   it's   you   &   you   deserve   the   big   stage   too   !   one   day   ,   we'll   do   something   together.   i   dunno   what   ,   but   it's   gonna   happen   ,   i   know   it   will.   ❞   &   he   means   it   too.   ❝   now   ,   as   for   celebrating   ,   we   could   do   a   movie   ,   but   i   was   thinking   more   like   ,   going   out for food or something.   if   that   isn't   your   cup   of   tea   ,   we   could   do   a   mix   &   like   ,   order   in   &   watch   a   movie.   ❞   mason   gently   knocks   his   fist   into   ken's   arm playfully.   ❝   the   moment   the   words   transformers   came   out   of   your   mouth   ,   you   caught   my   attention.   i   could   watch   the   cartoons   or   the   movies   any   day   of   the   week.   ❞

                    although he wasn't surprised by mason's overwhelming support & affection, ken still felt the relief replace the weight on his shoulders as if he expected this reaction anyway. it was due to his own guilt & care for his brother that caused him to feel like this, wishing he could share this success with the one who deserved it more than him. mason was talented, ambitious & passionate, more than anyone in this industry. he wished others could see the same potential & give him the same chance. ken would always have faith that said time would come, yet he worried mason would start to disbelief in that dream. without mason, there was no ken.

                    despite his constant cockiness & sarcastic nature, ken let out the vulnerability that only mason was privy to witness. ken didn't have many friends, or any apart from the one before him. none could handle his nature for as long. barbie liked him, yet he panicked whenever he saw her to realise. sebastian was fond of ken too, but ken worried he held mason back. all of these anxieties in his own head, yet commanded his feelings nonetheless. tears prick the corner of his eyes, head dropping as he holds back the overwhelming relief swelling in his chest. now, he felt like he could celebrate the fact. ❝ thanks, man, really.  ❞ he sniffs, eventually raising his head to meet mason's eyes. ❝ i just want you to be there with me. i ... i can't do this without you. dude, you're all i've got.  ❞ he smiles, albeit a couple tears drop as he does so. then, he smirks & rolls his eyes. ❝ try tasting it. want a kiss?  ❞ a beat, nodding before placing his hands upon mason's arms. ❝ sure, sure. what do you have in mind? the transformers movie? or tron? or ... do you mean actually go outside?  ❞

[anna-scribbles]

they should've been at the club(infertility treatment centers)

[dreadfuldevotee]

I hope in the bg of season 3, Louis is just constantly swatting 5 year old fledglings off his balcony. I hope he gets 15 different kinds of those anti-birdnesting thingys to try out but still ends off starting his evenings going out with a broom going "shoo shoo shoo"

[cloudcountry]

the burdens of royalty

Genre/Tropes: Established relationship, MC and Diavolo are married.

Summary: the weight of both the devildom and the human world are on your shoulders. if it wasn't for diavolo, you would have given up a long time ago.

Author's Comments: diavolo has a very tough job. every time he said he adores mc or that one time he confessed his love to them i panicked because thats so much. its heavier than the brother's "i love you" because hes ROYALTY and its a lot of take in.

i also find myself thinking about what his affection means for mc in the long run. i mean, surely diavolo has suitors. there are obviously higher up demons like the brothers (and maddi, that one witch that pursued diavolo so aggressively it was...icky.) for diavolo to actually pursue mc, i can't imagine what would happen when those same demons figured that out. if they were to make their relationship official or even get married, mc would probably need a bodyguard 24/7 because demons are OBVIOUSLY not chill with humans (like every single brother threatening mc and especially belphegor, although his circumstances were different because they involved lilith.)

anyways i'll be quiet, i hope you enjoy C:

~~~~~

It wasn’t easy being you.

Your now husband would always tell you that being him wasn’t easy, but now that you share the burden of his position, does that not also apply to you?

It came as quite a shock to the entire Devildom the day your engagement was announced—to think, the Prince of the Devildom, marrying a human! The demon aristocracy would have had your head if they weren’t so terrified of Barbatos. You were called many things (a manipulator and a cheat being among your favorites. Really, the higher ups in demon society would know too much about manipulating their way up the social ladder.) It was like they could comprehend that you just wanted to be with the man you loved, and that race and position and titles meant absolutely nothing to do with it.

If nothing else, you suppose being human was the easiest thing they could target. It shielded Diavolo from most of the backlash, at any rate. The last thing you ever wanted was for the public to lose their trust in him (and never give his ideals for the three realms a chance.) The fact that he only wanted the best for them seemed to fly right over their heads, as if Diavolo was just as untrustworthy as you, the foreign soul from another realm.

You, now their ruler, too.

But that’s exactly why you had to clench your teeth and bear it, bear the shimmering dresses and horned guests and Barbatos breathing down your neck so nobody would even think of attacking you. Snide remarks about your clothing of choice were met with “my husband picked it out, actually,” comments about how delicious your flesh smelled were ignored but met with a stern glare from your bodyguard, greetings that sounded so fake and that were obviously meant to butter you up were laughed at just as falsely.

Is this what it meant to be a royal?

“I apologize, My Liege. This ball runs til midnight. I assure you that you may retire to your chambers once this is over.” Barbatos whispers, strategically whisking you away from a group of demonesses muttering to each other and staring at you.

“Thank you.” you try to smile, but it probably seems like more of a wince than anything, “My feet are killing me. And the guests are just as bad.”

He smiles back sympathetically, and although he isn’t touching you at all, you can still feel the warmth emanating from him. Though the Avatars of Sin fear him, Barbatos has always been nothing but kind to you. You wonder if it has something to do with Diavolo, or if he really is that cruel. You suppose it doesn’t matter, whether you’re naive or not, because the fact of the matter is that you have the man Barbatos is loyal to encased in an eternal matrimonial vow. There is no way Barbatos would attempt to harm you.

“I will run you and My Lord a bath once this event is over.” he promises, and you can only sigh with relief when you notice he’s lead you outside, were the amount of people is nowhere near what it is inside, “Do you have a preference for which aromatherapy scent I use?”

“Use whichever one Diavolo chooses.” you reply, knowing he’ll be just as tired.

Barbatos laughs, a sound so full of mirth it makes you happy, too.

“I am sorry if that was out of line, My Liege. I was just amused by the coincidence. My Lord said to select whichever scent you would like.” Barbatos chuckles.

You find yourself laughing too, despite how nasty the demons around you treat you every time you hold one of these balls. It’s so sweet and considerate and just so Diavolo. You wish you could hug him right now and thank him for always trying to be a better man for you. He doesn’t seem like he will ever realize that he’s enough already, which simultaneously warms and breaks your heart.

He really thinks too highly of you. You’re not that special.

Barbatos leads you to a bench and gestures for you to sit. You do so without complaint, and before you can say anything he’s on his knees and massaging your calves. You feel yourself heating up in the face (because you still feel like he shouldn’t be doing these things for you), but you’ve learned a while ago that he takes pleasure in serving people. So you let him do his thing.

Part of your flustered state is also embarrassment, and despite your best efforts you cannot stop your eyes from darting around the gardens to check if anyone is paying attention to you. Thankfully, they all seem enraptured by an illusionist hired for the event who’s stationed in front of the grandiose fountain. He keeps making wispy demonic figures swallow running humanoid figures whole.

You’re used to this.

Another servant comes by, one by the name of Marie Anne. You know her well. Diavolo has always been very kind to her, offering her a life away from the downright cruel aristocratic family she had before. You don’t know the details, and you don’t ask. It’s not your place.

The demoness curtsies and smiles, offering you a bubbling glass of Demonus. It can’t get you drunk, but it can be refreshing. You take it and thank her. Her cheeks turn pink and she curtsies again before scurrying towards the crowd of demons watching the illusionist.

It’s funny how some demons could be so kind and others so nasty. There were many similarities that they have with humans, whether they wanted to admit it or not.

You tell Barbatos that he can stop now, and he halts his motions and stands up immediately. You’re still not used to being pampered in such a way, so you thank him. He only smiles and tells you it’s not necessary.

“I believe this is why the servants are taking a quick liking to you.” he muses, “I hardly think they would be this receptive if My Lord had married a witch or a member of the aristocracy.”

“You really think so?” you say, feeling your cheeks burn again from the praise, “I…I’m not doing anything special.”

“A simple thank you goes a long way, My Liege.” he hums, a content smile on his face as he stands beside you.

You suppose he’s right. After all, you’ve only heard (and seen, you think bitterly) terrible things about the aristocracy. They’re rude and impatient and only ever think about themselves when it comes to policies that affect the entire Devildom. If they didn’t fear Diavolo so much they surely would have attempted to overthrow him by now.

Too bad, you think smugly, staring at the insolent illusionist again as he makes a smokey human child scream at a demonic creature emerging from an equally smokey closet, He would destroy all of you if you even tried.

You feel immature for the thought only seconds later. You’re a ruler. You need to get your act together—you can’t be just as bad as them.

“My Liege, it’s almost time for the first official dance of the night.” Barbatos bows to you, swooping his hand gracefully towards the ballroom, “Would you like to reconvene with My Lord?”

“Please. I thought I would never get to see him tonight.” you groan, attempting to walk off the slight cramp in your calf as you follow Barbatos back into the fray.

The second your shoes hit the shiny flooring and make that click clack sound, there are shimmering eyes drawn to your form. They snap away as soon as they look, though, and whether it’s disgust or fear of Barbatos you don’t know. It doesn’t matter though, because finally you’ll get to see your beloved after he’s been mingling with the aristocracy all night. It isn’t hard to find him either, because amidst all the other clumps of beautiful demons you can clearly see an even bigger clump closer to the center.

You don’t even have to mumble awkward ”excuse me’s” as they all step aside for you (mostly for Barbatos though, as he’s leading the way and they’ve already made it plenty clear that they do not respect you) and before you know it, you’re standing in front of your beaming husband and a rather disgruntled Lucifer. He looks about as comfortable as you do in your formal wear, though he doesn’t show it. It’s too bad you know him well enough to see past his facade and pick up on all his little mannerisms he would never allow anyone else to see.

You spare him the teasing right now.

You try not to feel self conscious as you take your place by Diavolo’s side, a soft giggle leaving the lips of the demon you kiss goodnight every evening.

“Hello, my dear.” he whispers in your ear, stooping down to kiss your hand, “I’m pleased to see that you’re well. Have you been enjoying the festivities?”

Lie. Lie until you’re alone with him and can finally be yourself again.

“Yes, it's been lovely.” you lie through your teeth, a single drop of sweat sliding down the back of your neck as hundreds of pairs of eyes bore into you, “Barbatos has been most helpful. I’m incredibly thankful for him.”

Diavolo lights up like a little puppy dog at the mention of his butler’s name, and lets another loud laugh escape him. Despite his cheerful demeanor, you can still feel the hateful glares being directed your way. In the periphery of your vision, you can see Lucifer glaring right back at the demons behind you, and that gesture alone warms your heart. You are safe with these demons. Things will get better.

Even if better is in a few hours, when you and Diavolo will be in bed and he’ll spoon you and hold you tightly and whisper words of love and affection into your ear until you fall asleep. You discovered his habit for sleepy rambling relatively quickly after the wedding, and eventually you couldn’t sleep without it. If it wasn’t for his love, you surely never would have gotten this far with interrealm relations. If it had been anyone else, you would’ve given up.

Diavolo was the definition of shoot for the stars. He truly was an amazing demon.

“My dear.” he coos, eyes crinkling at the edges as he smiles that cheesy grin you know all too well and love far too much, “May I have this dance?”

He stretches a hand out for you to take, a symbol of how you two are bridging two realms together. Some of the people here tonight may think that’s the reason you two are doing this, that it's a diplomatic display to marry each other, but they’d be wrong. You know Diavolo isn’t the type to do something like that.

It’s like the demons in this palace tonight can’t understand that you two just love each other, and that's that.

And so you take his hand.

He sighs, a blissful sound that you know only you can produce from him, and sweeps you across the dance floor. His hand on your lower back is firm and unyielding, but it’s not possessive. Even when you were still living with the demon brothers, he never once overstepped any bounds.

Part of you wished he did.

It wasn’t just him that had wanted you two to spend time together.

You suppose that doesn’t matter anymore, not when his grip is so sure, not when his heartbeat is pounding in your ears as you rest your head against him, not when the demons and demonesses are moving out of your way. You know the respect is short lived and that they are only doing this for Diavolo, but that doesn’t stop you from enjoying it for now. Moments where a demon steps aside for a human are few and far between, but with you and Diavolo working together, you hope it will become more common.

“I love you.” you whisper to him, the words quiet enough so that only you two can hear them. You aren’t ready to declare such a vulnerable thing on your own, not when these demons have the strength to rip you apart.

And so Diavolo helps you, just as he always does.

“I love you more than anything.” he declares, his voice as loud as a blaring trumpet, a sharp contrast to your softness. You feel your face begin to burn, especially when you hear a murmur ripple through the crowd, but you cannot stop the wobbly smile on your face.

“Disgusting.”

“A human? Really? How will they rule us?”

“It would have been better if we stayed with our own kind.”

“What is Lord Diavolo doing?”

The ballroom begins to buzz and you feel yourself growing less and less sure of yourself. There are tears pricking your eyes, but you will them away. You cannot let them win.

And then, you see Diavolo’s form ripple. Wings sprout from his back and horns protrude from his head and there’s an uncharacteristically stern glare on his face as he fixes his malice at who you can only assume are the perpetrators.

You feel safe.

Maybe it’s a farce.

Maybe it’s make believe.

Maybe it’s temporary.

But Diavolo’s dream is possible, and you believe in him.

You just need to endure the burdens of royalty for him—the burdens he’s been bearing by himself for far too long.

[shackledaces]

alrighty I’m gonna write this strictly for myself (and whoever needs to hear it): I love stuilly fics, but you guys gotta remember that these homosexual idiots are 17-18 years old. they aren’t mastermind adults that fooled the whole world with their murders. sure, billy and stu might be sick in the head, but they do it together. it’s not one-sided psycho bill; stu even said it himself (“We prefer the term “psychotic.””). there is no hierarchy with them; they are equals.

stu made the plans; billy followed him. billy had the motive; stu followed him with it.

THEY. ARE. BOTH. CRAZY.

they probably bickered with each other off-screen; probably snickered and joked about their kills and teased each other about any mistake the other made while they were chasing their victims. THEY BICKER, ALRIGHT? (“I didn’t kill anybody.” / “Nobody said you did.” / “Thanks, buddy.”)

they are idiots in love, and they are teenagers. they are sarcastic and playful with each other. they laugh and have fun together; they love to kill, and sure, they could hold their own, but it’s just so much better when they’re with each other.

(also, as a side note, billy is not an emotionless/cold-hearted bastard. he’s a complete sarcastic fucking brat that talks back and runs on the thrill of murder. take that piece of information as you will.)

[fandom-junk-drawer]

This is all I'm gonna be talking about for the next two months weeks:

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

I'm going to scream my dad said he got me a late Christmas gift that he forgot to wrap and it's a bunch of those dumb stamps but they're Cars characters and on top of that some of them include Cars 2 characters I'm going to lose my mind. I will start buying ink pads once the sad day of these running out come. I will terrorize so many things with these I already stamped my hand with a Lightning McQueen one but. But. The icing on the cake is that they're all different colors right. But for some reason the purple ones are Holley Shiftwell(makes sense, purple car) and ROD REDLINE!?!?! And that is making me even more bonkers because a right amount or Cars 2 characters get the "we don't exist" treatment, especially Rod(which I suppose makes sense why it would be hard to market a guy that exists for a few minutes before being blown up) and so I was so happy to see him.

HOLS ON. HOLD ON. IM. SORRY. AS IM MAKING THIS POST I. I don't want to ruin this post in all caps so just read this as me shouting but as I'm writing this I'm looking at all of them and I was like "Haha, the McQueen one is the black one, I wonder who's on the red ones!" And it's Mack!! And I was like oh that's sweet. A lot of Radiator Springs characters get marketing attention(at least their stock png photos do) and Mack doesn't always as often get it so that was really nice. But then I'm like. Oh hey wait. There's like four of every color, two characters each color. Who else is on the red one...?

CHICK. CHICK. FREAKING HICKS. IS ON THE RED ONE. IM GOING TO SOVB IM IN TEARS. HE COULDNT BE MORE GREEN. Literally him being on any other color would've been fine. But they really had to stick it to him and put him on the Rusteeze McQueen red huh. Poor thing. What's worse is that there's literally a green one as well. And it's of Sarge and Fillmore. The gays outdid him at his own color. Chick really is not ever going to catch a break huh.

[im-me-he-says]

(Okay I wasnt going to post this but im actually pissed off.)

((TW INFERTILITY))

Dear Bridgerton fans who are unreasonably angry at Michael being Micheala in the new season,

You still have the book.

Let me bring up points that I've seen in arguments online:

1- "But her story is about infertility! Putting her with a woman changes everything!"

Queer women struggle with infertility too, in fact it can be very difficult for lesbians who wish to start families of their own as not everyone is able to adopt or find a sperm donor, and even if a sperm donor is found THEY CAN STILL HAVE INFERTILITY ISSUES.

Let me list off romance books that deal with cishet women and their infertility issues below-

Untamed Rose, Scandalous Mistress by Bronwyn Scott

The Devil in Disguise by Lisa Kleypas

The Friend Zone by Abby Jimenez

Thief of Shadows by Elizabeth Hoyt

What's Left of Me by Kristen Granata

Lord and Lady Spy by Shana Galen (this one is regency too)

A Secret Sorrow by Karen Van Der Zees

And many more if you google I just dont have all day.

(Extra point, in many of these books the women do not stay infertile and have a miracle baby...not only do many cishet women never get their miracle baby but lesbian couples literally cannot concieve)

And now let me list of books that deal with Lesbian women and their fertility issues-

.....

OH WAIT I COULDNT FIND A SINGLE ONE!!

This leads me to my next point.

2- Bridgerton is a love letter to minorities in romance.

As someone who is south asian myself, I have seen how western beauty standards and racism has treated women in our culture, literally go online and search up "which race would you not date" its disgusting.

I grew up only seeing white women be the desirable one in romances as did many others, you know what changed this for me?

Kate Sharma.

The international audience for Bridgerton especially with brown women of South Asian descent grew TREMENDOUSLY. We had a woman like us portrayed positively and seen as desirable, you guys genuinely do not understand how many brown women watch this show because of season 2.

If we had Kate, WHY should Lesbians struggling with infertility and Black Lesbians not have Francesca and Micheala.

3- "It should have been Eloise and Cressida!"

Why? Because Eloise is a loud mouthed feminist and Cressida is a mean blonde and they shared an understanding? Because theyre both white?

While I do want Eloise to be queer as well just think about that for a moment, while lesbian representation is scarce these days it is even scarcer for Lesbians who do not fit the norm...the mostly white, neurotypical, skinny, cis norm.

Genuinely think about how many times ypu have seen these tropes in wlw fiction, like sit and think about it.

Such as Black lesbians for example, you all are aware they exist right?

I want to reccomend this video by a sunny book nook which talks about how lesbians in a VAST MAJORITY of lesbian romance novels arent really...allowed to be complex characters and it would be some FANTASTIC insight for some of yall

In conclusion, you are allowed to miss Michael, but don't you dare say this takes away from her story, as it ties into the very aim of the show.

Thank you for reading.

[grimalkinmessor]

Touch Starved L vs. Touch Averse Light: FIGHT!!!

[helpmyinterestsareverywhere]

i'm actually going insane - why does thinking about my favourite characters lead to me sobbing and rolling around the floor, holding my head in my hands in agony

^ Not even thinking sad thoughts - thinking about how much I love them

[agentsmiths]

just sent the risky text and by risky i mean telling a friend i miss hanging out with them

[sp4ceboo]

rant but im a bit scared im going to get attacked

[luck-of-the-drawings]

THE BOYS ARE BACK IN TOWN (TO GET SPLATTERED) OOH MYSTERY! PANIC! DRAMA! EMOTIONS!! LOTS N LOTS OF MEAT, SCARES, AND DICK-OUT FUN! BLOOD IN THE BAYOU HAS GOT IT ALL BABY!!!

blood in the bayou would make SUUUCh a great campy horror movie, its real in my heart, so real.....

[syncogon]

hibike euphonium s3 ep 12 - HOLY SHIT

i was doing the "can i guess who's who" and from both narrative and sound editing and in-universe-vote perspective i was pretty sure kumiko was the second player so when rEINA PICKED THE FIRST-

[itstimeforstarwars]

Thanks for continuing to work on the Galidraan AU even though you’ve got so much going on! It’s one of my favorite Star Wars fics, and I’m so excited to see where it goes!!!

I'm glad you enjoy it so much!! Galidraan is one of my favorite things to write, and it's one of the brightest spots of joy in my life rn, so even though it's very difficult to get to actually writing on it right now and the updates are coming very slowly, I am working on it in my head all the time and I'm very excited to bring you all on the journey with me!!

[massiveladycat]

im breaking my silence hes ugly asf on the inside and the outside goodnight