#and if you wear something with even a bit of personality you’re considered a gay alt kid like no that’s not how that works what??

[pissfizz]

Remember when the trendy clothes white girls wore actually had personality and wasn’t just leggings and a plain crewneck with a winter vest on top

[hier--soir]

high strung

abby anderson x f!reader

pairing: abby anderson x personal trainer wlf f!reader rating: explicit, 18+ minors dni summary: abby has seemed distracted in your sessions as of late. when you discover why, you help to ease some of her tension. warnings/tags: some tight little workout shorts, abby "i'm not gay" anderson has her first experience with a woman, r insert is a trainer but has zero physical descriptions, massage, gay panic, smut, fingering & oral [abby receiving], reference to masturbation [reader], brief mention of other wlf characters from tlou2, brief owen slander lol sorry. word count: 3.5k masterlist a/n: considering abby isn't explicitly queer in tlou2, i wanted to write a short n sharp little bisexual awakening for her. bit of a quick build up but idc i don't know anything about the gym and wanted to get to the gay sex lol, hope you enjoy!

She’s wearing these tight little shorts. Pale blue. So thin they’re almost sheer where they wrap around the bulkiest points of her thighs.  

You don’t look, don’t let your eyes roam over the reedy material, don’t glance down when she bends her knees and drops into a squat. Don’t don’t don’t. Don’t even look when she lays out on the bench, flat on her back, and those shorts bunch and pinch in the crevice where her legs meet her hips. No, you’re well-versed in this now. Adept at not looking.

“Show me ten,” you tap the bar once.

Abby grips the barbell. The skin of her knuckles turns a piercing white as her fingers flex and tighten around the metal. Ninety pounds on either end, and yet she lifts it off the rack with a practiced sort of ease. You feel a familiar rush of pride as she moves effortlessly through the first few reps, her breathing calm—relaxed. Your hands hover, useless, in the air over the bar. Ready to step in if you’re needed, but knowing that you won’t be.

The gym at the base is usually crowded. Sweat covered surfaces, muscle tanks in every conceivable direction, and plenty of shirtless assholes that think they own the place. But this morning you hit the jackpot, arriving early in the morning when there’s only a few others milling around.

“That’s it,” you mutter. “Good, good, give me another one.”

You notice it slowly. The same way it happened last week, and the week before that. The gradual progression; a tilting, wavering, descent into mistakes, into heavy breathing, into distraction. From behind her head, you watch her knees raise a little, feet arched until she’s balanced on her tip-toes, the muscles in her thighs straining.

Her fingers loosen a little around the bar. Grip faltering, failing. A muscle in her forearm flexes and spasms beneath the skin.

“Hey,” you warn, hands darting forward to rest on the metal. “Come on, we’re not even halfway done.”  

Abby doesn’t offer up a response. Doesn’t meet your eyes. She simply huffs out a breath of exertion and presses the bar upward again. Beads of sweat glisten along her forehead, snatching at wisps of loose blonde hair and pinning them to pale skin.

“Good,” you commend, fingers hovering featherlight. But then it happens again. Her face twitches, lips pursing, and she grunts. A low, frustrated sound.

“Abby,” you sigh. She allows you to grip the bar, and together you lift it back into the groove on the rack. “Are you hungover again?”

“No,” she scowls. She sits up and wipes a reddened hand across her face. There’s a patch of sweat on the back of her shirt, and the darkened material clings to her spine.

“Then what’s the problem?” you arch an eyebrow. When she doesn’t turn to look at you, you walk around to stand directly in front of her. “Manny keeping you up at night? Burnt out? What?”  

“No,” she repeats, and this time you think you catch a flash of irritation. Something angry, something heated, rolling beneath the surface of her skin, begging to be expelled.

And you’ve seen the way she can lash out. Seen how people cower and shrink beneath her steely gaze when she’s mad. Quickly, easily, you decide you’d rather not spend your morning getting chewed out for being nosy.

“Listen,” you say. “Why don’t we call it for the day? We ca—”

“I’m fine,” Abby asserts firmly. But the hard set of her jaw and the tension in her shoulders hints otherwise.

You watch her snatch a water bottle off the ground and tilt it against her mouth. Watch the way she drinks in long, hurried gulps. Watch the way her throat bobs as she swallows. Watch a dribble of water snake down her chin, her neck. Don’t.

You look away.

“You’re distracted,” you retort with an eyeroll. “If you hurt yourself in here Isaac will have my ass.”

She shakes her head and mutters something under her breath. A broad hand pushes the hair back off her face, mussing it behind her ears, and then she meets your eye.

“I’m just…” she trails off and glances away. Clears her throat a little. “I’m feeling a little tense, okay? Everyday I’m either in here, or Isaac has me out scouting some fucking Scar hot spot, and I’m exhausted, and my legs are fucking killing me.”

You feel your face soften, mouth tilting down into a sympathetic frown.

“I get it,” you nod. “Hey, I’m sorry, I know I push you pretty hard in here—”

“It’s not—” Abby shakes her head again. “You’re not the problem.”

You don’t know what to say to that. For a moment the two of you rest in a wary silence. Listen to the sounds of people working out around you; muted grunts of exertion, the spouted praise from spotters standing close by. You notice the way she flinches when someone racks a weight a little too aggressively – a little too loud.

“Let’s go in the back,” you suggest easily, already turning away. “We’ll do some physio; I’ll help with the knots in your legs.”

It’s a simple routine once you get her onto the massage table. Tucked away in a back room, door closed, her shoes off, you can set to work without so much distraction.

You start with her calves. Using the palms of your hands, the pads of your thumbs, you rub against the tightly coiled muscles there. Working out any knots that you find, any hidden strains. Moving slowly, purposefully, working your way up until you hit her thighs. And that’s where the tension becomes evident.

It seems like Abby is in pain as you dig your thumbs into her outer thigh. Her face is all screwed up, eyes closed as soft little grunts slip from her mouth. When you find a particularly tight knot and press she spits a low curse, eyes clamping shut and face turning to the side.

“You doin’ okay?” you check in, eyebrows furrowed as you watch the way she squirms and wriggles around on the table – as if she’s shying away from your touch. As if it’s too much for her. “I’m really not pressing that hard, Abby.”

“It’s good,” she chokes out. “Keep going.”

You continue with a sigh, crackling your knuckles before using both hands to work at the muscle in her upper thigh.

“Jesus,” you sigh. Your palm rolls over her quadricep, working to release the built-up rigidity there. “You’re so tense.”

“Sorry,” Abby grits out, voice hoarse and stilted as it sneaks its way out past her teeth. It’s like she’s holding her breath, the way sharp exhales rush from her nose every few seconds.

“It’s fine,” you assure her. Your fingers press against her knee, and you push it up towards her chest until her thigh is pressed against her stomach. Stretch out the muscles there, let her feel the pull, the burn as her knots loosen. “Do you need—oh.”

Because you look down and the words get caught in your throat. Musing caught like a mouse in a trap, your mouth suddenly feels like sandpaper. And you were always so good at not looking, never looking. But now… you’re almost glad you looked. Because there’s a damp splotch on the front of her shorts, shades darker than the rest of the fabric. Right in the crevice between her thighs, where the inseam of those tight fucking shorts rests against her mound.

It must be sweat, you think. It has to be. But when you look at her face you notice how flushed she is. See the blotches of deep red that stain the skin on her neck, her cheeks, and you know it’s not sweat. She’s wet.

Your hands freeze in place, keeping her leg pinned to her chest.

Abby says your name quietly, and there’s something urgent in it – a panicked tone to her voice that makes your stomach tighten.

“Is this why you’ve been so distracted?” you ask. Your mouth is dry, lips chapped as you look between her face and that spot between her thighs. Back and forth, over and over. Your fingers tense against her thigh, and the skin there is so soft. “You’re…”

“I’m not,” she rushes, face almost entirely pink now.

“It’s okay,” you soothe quietly, thumb starting up a slow movement against her flesh. Soft, small circles. And you know you must look calm – but on the inside there’s a hot, wet feeling lashing out against the inside of your stomach. “Is that because of me? S’that why you’ve been so distracted in our sessions lately?”

Abby turns her face, tucking her chin into her shoulder in attempt to hide her blush. You lower her leg back onto the massage bed. “I don—I don’t know why I’m…”

“Abby,” you laugh softly. Your palm is flat against her thigh now, fingers twitching – itching to explore. “It’s okay.”

“I’m not…” she grimaces.

“Not what?” you hum, and you’re playing with the hem of her shorts now. Curling around the thin fabric, rubbing it between your fingertips. “Do you… will you let me help?”  

Her eyes widen at the suggestion, and you feel the way her thighs tense beneath your touch. Pressing together, almost squirming at the thought of it. When she doesn’t respond, doesn’t say no, your fingers creep higher. They tuck around the waistband of her shorts and tug once, testing the waters. Again, she says nothing. Those heady blue eyes stare at your face, pink lips parting as her breathing grows heavier.

“Abby?” you urge.

“Yeah,” she breathes, and it sounds almost like a question.

Her eyes turn glassy as she watches you, and then her hips cant ever so slightly upward on the bed. An invitation.

Smiling, you peel the material of her shorts down slowly, but you don’t look. Not yet, not even as you drop the material onto the ground. Don’t look even when there’s so much white in your vision. A field of creamy skin, begging to be seen. Your thighs press together, skin hot, the muscles in your stomach tightening as you notice that she’s sweating again.

“I’m not gay,” Abby says then. So quiet, so cautious.

Your smile only grows, and you nod. Kind. Understanding. “I know,” you whisper. “I get it.” And you do.

You’ve been in her shoes before; confused, unsure. Young and always wondering why you felt so on edge around the pretty girls in those tight uniforms they liked to wear around the base. Always pretending you didn’t think about the way their clothes moulded against their chests, their thighs, as you lay in bed at night, hand stuffed inside your underwear. Never admitting to yourself that you wanted to see underneath – to see their skin; touch it, taste it.

“I get it,” you repeat, hand stilling at her hip. “But I need to hear you say you want it.”

You ruck up her shirt. Just a little, just so it rests above the dip of her belly button, and you can see the rolling hills of her abdomen. You admire the muscles there, the way they rise and fall with each laboured breath. Abs that lead to a hardened v-shape which only encourages wandering eyes to look down down down.

Her skin is pale, and you can see the elaborate network of blue veins that spread out beneath it like spiderwebs. Lifelines, pulsing with desire. For you.

“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” you offer, and she nods slowly, seemingly grateful for the assurance. “I’ll help you out… just have a little taste, okay?”

“Fuck,” she mutters, head tilting back against the bed. “Fuck, I didn’t realise you were—I want you to—yes.”

Finally, you look down at her underwear—heather grey with a tiny hole near the band and a dark wet patch on the front—and ask breathlessly, “When’s the last time you had sex?”

“I don’t know,” she exhales. “A few months maybe.”

“You’re so fucking wet,” you tsk under your breathe, shaking your head a little. You can see a soft thatch of curls peeking out the side of her underwear. Saliva pools in your mouth.

“When did you?” she asks.

“Last week.”

“With who?”

“Lyla,” you admit. Your hand is on her stomach now, tracing the indents of her muscles. Fingering every freckle painted across her skin, feeling the way her belly expands with every shuddering breath. “We’d had a few drinks. It wasn’t the first time.”

“Lyla?” Abby scoffs, eyes darting down to watch your fingers. “From the infirmary? Lyla’s not gay.”

“Sure,” you hum, a teasing lilt to your voice. “And neither are you, right?”

That shuts her up quick.

You climb onto the table slowly, careful not to jostle her legs too much. But they splay easily, spreading open for you to fit between. Murmuring gratefully, you look up to see her watching you.

“You do this with everyone you train?” she asks, voice breaking when your index finger snags against the band of her underwear. “Work them to the bone and then…”

“And then?” you smirk, eyebrows raised.

“And then fuck them?” she gasps. Her hands are tense by her sides, fingers curled around the edge of the table.

You bare your teeth at her and shake your head, slowly lowering until your lips meet the skin at her hip.

“Not all of them,” you breathe against her skin, marvelling at the way her frame trembles beneath you.

Unwilling to waste another second, you lick a stripe up the front of her underwear. Taste cotton and sweat and slick. Your touch is painfully light. So gentle that you wonder if she even felt it. But then she gasps – a sharp, breathy sound that has molten heat pooling between your own thighs, and you smile. Gotcha. Her legs lock up on either side of you.

“Relax,” you whisper, and settle a hand on her thigh. Rub slowly there, pressing your fingers in gently to release the strain in her muscles. “Do you want me to stop? I can stop if you don’t want this.” 

“Please,” Abby says quietly. More desperate than you’ve ever heard her sound. “Do it, please.”

“I will,” you tell her. Smile reassuringly and squeeze her thigh.

When you finally get your mouth on her, no more barriers between your tongue and the wet cut of her cunt, you’re a little mean about it. You tease her clit. Tickle your tongue around it, underneath it, never quite touching, just showing that you know exactly where it is, exactly where she wants to be touched. You use your fingers to spread her open, pressing back her folds until you can see the full spread of her; pink and glistening for you.

The taste of her is salty and heady and soon enough you can’t help swiping the flat of your tongue against her clit, and revelling in the stuttered moan that swells out of her.

“Fuck,” she sighs. “Keep doing that.”

You roll your tongue against it in circles, side-to-side, changing up the rhythm whenever you fear she might have gotten used to the feeling. Spell out your name with the tip of your tongue, and then hers. Spell out words in your own language, one that you’re fluent in and want so desperately to teach her. Like this, your tongue on her clit, is a religion, and you’re a modest missionary sent to spread the gospel.

She makes the most gorgeous sounds. High pitched, breathy moans that burst out of her and have you wishing you could touch yourself. Just slip your fingers past the band of your panties, to where you know you'd be dripping-- No. Not yet, not now. This is about her, you remind yourself.

When you take her between your lips and suck, she cries out. A hoarse, rasping shout of your name that only makes you suck harder.

“Oh my god,” Abby mumbles, voice awed, surprised. “Oh—oh fuck, oh my god.”

Lowering your tongue, you press it against her weeping hole. Taste the slick that pools there, waiting for you to drink it down, and feel a moment of sympathy for her. You wonder if Owen ever touched her like this. If he ever made her feel this good. And as the muscles in her thighs tighten and one of her hands falls against the back of your head, fingers lacing through your hair, you know he didn’t. 

“I think I’m gonna—” she gasps, hips bucking against your face. You can feel her slick on your chin, your cheeks, your nose. You lick her clit again in slow, firm circles. “Fuck, I think I’m gonna come.”

You press a finger inside of her, slowly stretching out her tight hole. Give her something to bear down on when she comes. And when she does come, it’s intense. Her fingers tighten in your hair, winding around the strands and tugging as she presses your face harder against her pussy. Your nose presses into the light curls on her mound and you groan, inhaling her sweet, musky scent.

“Fuuuck,” she gasps, the word catching in her throat. You open your eyes and watch the way her abdomen tightens, every muscle in her body going taut. Watch the way her eyes clamp shut, mouth hanging open as she gasps and moans and mumbles beneath her breath. “Fuck, don’t stop. Your tongue, oh my god don’t—please don’t stop.”

So you don’t stop. Abby’s still riding out the final ebbs of her orgasm when you push another finger inside of her. Her body jolts against the table, shaking and trembling beneath your hands and mouth. And then, tongue still moving gently, you curl your fingers inside of her. Press the tips of your middle and ring finger against that soft, spongy part deep inside and grin when she moans your name. You think it might be the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard – your name on her lips.

“You like that?” you mumble against her, the corners of your mouth twitching up.

“Yes,” she moans, hips bucking against your face. “God, yes.”

“Taste so fucking good,” you sigh, flattening your tongue to lick a broad stripe up her cunt. You can taste her come everywhere. Coating your chin, your lips, the inside of your nostrils. You groan, tongue moving faster against her clit now, desperate to see it happen again. She twitches into the table, and one of her hands falls to your shoulder. Blunt nails dig into the skin there, hot and piercing as she grinds against your mouth. “Tell me how it feels.”

“Fuck,” she cries out when you add a third finger. You moan, eyes rolling back at the way her walls stretch around you. So fucking tight.

Your fingers dig into her thigh. Silently pleading with her; tell me, tell me, tell me.

“So good,” Abby mumbles. “So—shit—so full, m’so full. Ohhh.”  

There’s something hot pooling at the base of your spine. Want – curling against your insides, begging to be satiated.

You murmur that desire into her cunt. Inaudible; the words lost in the mess of her, in the quick glide of your tongue between her folds.

“What?” she gasps.

“Say my name,” you repeat, louder, pleading.

And she does – she’s perfect when she comes for you again. Strong back arching off the table, thighs tensing around your body as she chants your name. Her hands are strong, fingers no doubt leaving bruises where she grips your skin tight, holding your mouth against her pussy as she convulses.

She doesn’t let you pull away for a minute, maybe two. Holding your head between her legs as she grounds herself, chest heaving with heavy breaths. You swear you even feel her stroke the skin at the nape of your neck. Twist the hair there around her finger and tug gently. But then she’s letting you go – strong hands falling back to clasp against her lower stomach, and you’re stumbling off the table.

You hand her those shorts—those tiny fucking shorts—and smile. Can see the way uneasiness flits across her features as she drags them back up her legs, sparing a wary glance towards the door. Probably wondering if anyone heard her; if they heard the way she cried and moaned and gasped your name as she came undone against your face.

“It’s fine,” you reassure, only half-lying. “We weren’t that loud.”

But you can tell by the way she nods that she doesn’t quite believe you. That she’s still confused, still unsure, still wondering what this all means.

So you squeeze her shoulder, thumb pressing into the dip below her collarbone, and promise – “No one has to know.”

thank you for reading! x

maybe ill write another part to this where abby realises she wants to return the favour... idk we'll see

[mysticstarlightduck]

OC Smash or Pass

I was tagged by @writernopal (here)! Thank you so much for this fun Tag! I think I might do a few of these for my OCs, because I adore this tag game (:

Rules: pretty self-explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc)

Augustus Grimmure

Description (I haven't completed his character art yet): Augustus is a tall young man with dark skin and long, curly ashen brown hair - which he usually styles into a very neat ponytail with a purple ribbon. He has hazel eyes that can glow red or purple depending on which magic he uses. Augustus usually wears a long dapper suit/coat (in the colors of either white, dark purple, green, or charcoal black), along with a silk ruffle tie and other Victorian-style clothing, he also has dark circles under his eyes and may wear gloves from time to time. Has a sharp smile. He is heavily near-sighted and often wears spectacles/glasses (when possible) reinforced by magic - which might be because I wanted a glass-wearing protagonist in this book because I personally can't see shite without my glasses IRL (:

Basic Facts:

Height - 6 ft (around 1.80m)

Age - 19, soon to be 20

Gender - Male

Pronouns - He/Him

Occupation: Necromancer

Sexuality - An extremely hot, very romantic, Asexual straight man

Pros:

HUGGER! Once he's grown to love you that is. Augustus loves to show how much he cares by holding hands, cuddling, running hands through your hair, and (especially) hugging. He wants a relationship to be something special.

Augustus is very brave, and it takes a lot to faze him, especially since he is one of the most powerful beings in Ansburke, but even if he weren't he doesn't hesitate to face risks if it means doing something he considers right - especially when it comes to protecting the one he loves.

Dark Academia aesthetic (more like Chaotic Academia lmao) incarnate, and very gothic-coded. A romance with him has strong Gomez/Morticia vibes (this is legit the best way I could describe it), it's all about finding love in the dark and even macabre. He's also hopelessly devoted, and quite the romantic underneath his chaotic exterior.

Intelligent and witty, with a wild sense of humor. Will not hesitate to pull a carefully thought-out prank on someone if it makes you both laugh. Is also known for his clever comebacks, especially to those who already have it coming.

A good listener. Even if he is not particularly interested in whatever it is you are talking about, he will lend you his attention and let you finish your vent, however long it may be. He's also very good at problem-solving, having a scholar's mindset.

Neutral Facts (that may be pros or cons to some):

Augustus is somewhat inspired by the story of Victor Frankenstein (this character was born of the question I once asked myself - "What if Frankenstein wasn't insane and was a sorcerer instead of a scientist?"). This means he inherits a bit of a mad scientist's disregard for rules and tradition.

He doesn't enjoy sexual intimacy or acts of that nature at all, even though he isn't particularly sex-repulsed - he's asexual, and personally just finds sex a useless and slightly disturbing waste of time. That doesn't mean he doesn't like other kinds of intimacy - as mentioned before, once he gets truly close to someone, he's quite the hugger. (Btw, his love languages are Quality Time and (non-sexual) Physical Touch.)

Cons:

Has severe trust issues. While on the surface Augustus has a very personable and polite behavior towards anyone that doesn't personally irk him (when he isn't feeling particularly petty), he believes that "everyone is out to achieve their own personal goals at all costs" and that in their cutthroat world, everyone is looking to get the upper hand on someone else, so the walls around his heart (beyond a superficially friendly relationship) are quite tall and armored. He would never betray someone who trusts him but is constantly expecting to be personally betrayed. It takes a lot to prove that you truly care for him with no strings attached, but it is worth it when you finally do!

Extended lifespan - while it means no human can truly kill him (whilst he is under the constraints of his contract to the Deathbringer, a fae demon he made a deal with) during your adventures, it also means that you, a human, will eventually get older much quicker than him and die long before him - unless he's broken his Oath, which would return his lifespan back to a normal human's.

Does have a bit of morbid/dark humor natural to any necromancer so, while it can lead to funny and slightly unhinged interactions, he doesn't quite understand why some people consider his deathly jokes as inappropriate (even though he means no harm, that's just his sense humor and how he views te world).

His devotion has a "dark side" (to him) that comes out in the form of self-sacrificial tendencies and will fight Gods if prompted, with no second thoughts about his own safety, if it means keeping the select few people he trusts away from harm. Has no qualms about killing his enemies to achieve that as well.

Tagging (gently, no pressure): @lassiesandiego, @oh-no-another-idea, @writernopal, @tabswrites, @rickie-the-storyteller, @steh-lar-uh-nuhs, @little-peril-stories, @clairelsonao3, @jasperygrace, @jay-avian, @forthesanityofstorytellers, @aziz-reads, @doublegoblin, @gummybugg, @autumnalwalker, @olivescales3, @junypr-camus, @ashen-crest, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams, @bardicbeetle @talesofsorrowandofruin, @mitchell-nihil, @pluttskutt, @saltysupercomputer, @stesierra and @dreaminggoblin

[jukeboxjackal]

Headcanon- Dating Jock! Carol Danvers

Carol Danvers x fem! Reader

A/n: Hey guys, hey guys. Haven’t been here in a while. If i’m not here, it’s either because of writers block, i don’t feel like it, low motivation, or just general laziness. But enjoy my first actual piece in a while though! I just write sometimes now lmfao

Ok ok so first of all, just in general information I feel like she is the softball captain. Reason being is softball is stereotypically a gay sport LMFAO but I guess it’s kind of right (I say this as a softball player and a friend haha) and I think she’d be utility playing either pitcher, catcher, or 3rd base

Anyways to follow with the last bullet, I feel like she would definitely have an undercut and show it almost allll the time. She also has a varsity letterman jacket that may or may not on the tag on the inside say: ‘Property of: Carol Danvers ⁺⁽ʸ/ⁿ⁾ ⁽ˡ/ⁿ⁾♡) You definitelyyyy did not write the second part

More in the popular crowd, whether you are too is up to you

Her arch-nemesis has got to be the volleyball captain Valkyrie. For one, they don’t get along and two, she so obviously has a thing for you

She’s usually hanging out with her friends in the halls or the courtyard, but when she sees you walk by she immediately goes to catch-up with you

She’s superr protective of you. When she’s walking with you she’s always holding your hand or she has an arm around you at all times. If anyone says anything even slightly snarky to you she’ll look them dead in the eye and say ‘Wanna repeat that?’

She also loves when you wear her clothes and especially her sports jackets, helps to show people that you’re hers

Her nicknames for you are the cliches, such as: Babe, baby, sweetheart, (Y/N/N), princess, and my lady/ girl. Whereas you like to call her: Care-bear (she acts like she hates it but you know she doesn’t), bubs, captain or cap, and baby

She does get jealous, but only when you’re clearly interested in the other person. Like when you were hanging out with that one ballet girl Natasha Romanoff who was teaching you but was also way too close to you and she told the dancer to back off

As much as I might get some hate for this, I do feel like she might have been a bit of a bully. Not in the way that she’d go out of her way to be mean to others but just to uphold a reputation. Like if she’s with her popular friends she’d snicker and make some snarky rude comment about a less-popular kid, but if you ever saw her do it she’d apologize to you and to the other secretly

She’s super sweet to you, always going over to your house and bringing you something whether it’s food or flowers

She usually gives you rides to and from school

Don’t forget about y’all’s after-game dates!

#6 on the field but #1 in your heart that’s for sure

If you were to also be on the softball team as well, she’d still treat you the same as the other girls (but behind closed doors that’s different) Like the one time where the team had lost a game and she made you guys do laps for every base you could have stolen but after that she took you out to eat and she apologized profusely

Make-out sessions in the locker room and the bleachers

If you don’t play, you still make sure to be at all of her games. Home or away, you find a way (ooh that rhymed)

Let’s not talk about that one time she was pitching and behind the cage she saw you talking to the opposing team member who had to use the bathroom

She’s your #1 gym buddy and vice-versa

Oh and she definitely said I love you first

Overall, she is the sweetest and you would consider her damn-near perfect. She definitely has her flaws but that’s with everyone. Your love is unmatchable.

Hey guys! Sorry if this wasn’t as straight to the point as my last headcanon was, but I just had a lot to say I guess lol. Anyways, I’ll probably come back to edit this in a few hours I just wanted to put something out for now. Until next time!

Thanks for reading! Feedback, requests, and inquiries are always appreciated and welcome!

[trevorendeavors]

So. That Florida Bathroom Bill, huh?

TW: bathroom bills, transphobia, internalized transphobia.

I ain’t beating around the bush. I will be using strong language here. If that ain’t your cup of tea or if you’re just here for my usual brand of gay fanart and fic, it’s okay to scroll past this post. Really. I won’t judge. This is one doozy of a vent.

For the people in my DMs asking me if I’m okay (as a trans person in Florida considering recent bathroom bill bullshit) I’m just… sitting here with an exasperated sigh.

It’s funny that the first time I hear of this is from a DM from someone on the other side of the world. I’ve been deliberately avoiding lgbt Florida news for some time because the more I think about it, the harder it is to be civil in transphobic conversations.

Last night I was deadnamed in front of a few people, and today at my graduation I’ll likely be deadnamed in front of a whole convention center. That’s what I get for not changing my name legally, huh. Oh well. Didn’t wanna go through all the paperwork just yet (in case I go for a different name) so I’m stuck with the one I’m sure I don’t want.

So again, I try not to think about it.

But yeah. It sucks.

Honestly? The bathroom bill doesn’t change much for me. It’s still the same shit as always.

The one time I went into the men’s restroom, I freaked out a cis guy so badly (poor dude was genuinely scared of ME accusing HIM of something bad) that I never did that again.

As for women’s restrooms (the one I most frequently use) that’s a whole other deal. Most days, I don’t pass. I’ll just go out and say that. I have a high voice, boobs, and a bit of hips. Some days I dress really feminine too, so it only makes sense. No one here is going to buy “see I LOOK like a woman but no see I’m secretly a ‘man but not quite’ inside but I wear makeup as a kind of exaggerated cosplay of a gender I am NOT, y’see?”

I don’t want to have a nuanced discussion of gender in the bathroom. Most people 30+ in age don’t even know what non-binary is and barely get the concept of trans. As much as I love being and educator and advocate, after a long road trip I want to piss and get on with my life. Also cis men have told me the horror stories of male bathrooms (how do you get shit ON the ceiling????) and then I’m thankful to have been “born a woman” or whatever.

Most days I don’t think about it too hard. But on my more dysphoric days or when on the blessed days I do genuinely pass more masc - when I go into the bathroom looking like this:

I genuinely don’t know which bathroom to use.

It’s embarrassing. Especially when there’s no family restroom available. And when I go to the women’s restroom, I sometimes get these looks. Brief, surreptitious glances they think I don’t notice. To ease tensions, I lift my pitch and give a compliment. I even puff out my (binded) breasts slightly as if to say, “Yes, I have tits and a pussy, does that soothe your cisnormative and petty fears that I would assault you?”

Jesus, some days I wish I could say that quote outright. But I can’t, and I know it’s not fair to them. They’re scared, I get it. I remind them of a traumatic experience. Sometimes, certain people who have nothing to do a trauma invoke fears of it unintentionally by raising their voices or saying something off or even existing. But that’s MY responsibility to fucking deal with that. Other people can’t help existing.

By and large, people with transphobic tendencies here are usually nice. Beyond, nice even. They’ll help you host a spontaneous ice cream party. They’ll buy you allergy meds when you’re choking. They’ll take you in after your mother kicked you out. Like I said, genuinely sweet and kind people.

Which makes it harder when they accuse trans people of transitioning to skirt military drafts, to cheat at sports, to deal with mommy issues. When they equate gays to sex crimes (yes, the ones you’re thinking of). When they refuse to call you your full name. When they call you a baby who refuses to clean her pooped diapers.

I try to be nice. But by god, is my patience waning…

By. Fucking. god.

I’m tired of the way it’s affected me. Making me feel worth less than cis folks, like my feelings matter less. Even worse, I hate how it makes me jealous and spiteful towards younger trans folks in better situations. Younger trans folk I don’t understand. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not an excuse to mistreat them the way I was mistreated. And I’m genuinely glad that they’re living a better life. I have to work on these thoughts, it’s my responsibility. It would be nice, though, to live in a world where I could devote more energy to celebrating our collective existence instead of surviving it.

That being said, I’m grateful for the people here and in person who have stuck by my guns. The people who check in on my when shit gets worse in terms of politics.

What helps most?

What really helps is when people get mad WITH me. For so long I was told my anger was something to be stowed away, to be quietly extinguished with calm words or relieved by some masturbatory exercise of civil discourse. You know. Where you get off to talking civilly but don’t actually get anywhere and you still have to live in a world that was just as transphobic as before. I just want people to be pissed WITH me. To share in my anger and frustration. To join me as I slam the desk, flip the table, and cry to the heavens,

This fucking sucks

Right now this matters to me even more than action. These check ins, sharing in my anger - it helps, it really does. Makes me feel less alone in the world.

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Perfect: Neji Fanfiction

If she had to listen to Ino talk about her midriff showing for one more second, she was going to lose it. She could care less about her midriff or anything else when she was lost in this world that definitely wasn’t her own.

“I’ll take that into account.”

She makes her way pass the shy girl, giving her a smile as she goes. She’s got to get out of here fast as she knows that where Ino is Shikamaru and Choji aren’t far behind. She never thought that she would live in a world where she had to avoid Shikamaru. He was normally a good friend of hers, but in this world, he couldn’t carry a conversation longer than two seconds.

            Everything was different here.

Hell, Naruto wasn’t even Naruto. His name was Menma. A little bit of pre-teen Sauske thrown together with all of her Naruto’s cockiness. It was a deadly mix. Still, it was so nice for Minato to invite her to dinner the first night she found herself there with nowhere to go. Seeing Naruto interact with his mother and father was heartwarming. It made her miss her own family. Namely her team, that she hadn’t seen since she arrived. The other members of Team Gai must be on a mission.

            She wondered what the others would be like. Would ferocious Ten-Ten be as shy as this world’s Ino? Would Rock Lee hate Gai Sensei? Would Neji act any different towards her than he normally did? Could she stand it if she did?

            No, that was a foolish thing to think about. Neji was her friend, and she had to get out of here. It didn’t matter how this Neji treated her.

            “There you are!” a voice called, and she turned to see the most heinous thing she could imagine. Guy Sensei was standing there sans green jumper. Of course, he was wearing other clothes, but the sight of him in anything other than his signature leotard was a bit jarring.

            Behind him quickly came up the others.

Thankfully, Lee was still wearing his green suit. Anything else would have probably sent her into shock. Ten-Ten was there too. She smiled cautiously at her team mate. Ten-Ten wiped her brow.

            “There you are. We’ve been waiting for you since we got back yesterday. I thought you would still be in the hospital, but they said you checked out.”

            That was news.

 Perhaps that was when the switch happened. She hadn’t considered this before, but that could also be a possibility. Maybe this world was as real as hers, and the person who belongs here and her just switched places. If that was the case then at least she wasn’t the only one working on this issue.

            Though, what would that say about this her if that “her” was smarter than her? Is she the dumb one?

            “It looks like you’re thinking awfully hard there.”

She felt a hand on her shoulder, and turned to look. Her Neji was never one for physical touch, yet this Neji was so casually touching her shoulder and looking at her with such concern.

            It made her stomach drop.

“Are you all right? We were just heading to get something to eat, you want to come along?”

            The grumbling in her stomach answered for her.

Team 10 had their bbq dates and Team Guy had dumplings. She could live on dumplings, and she was glad to see that that hadn’t changed in this reality.

            The dumplings also provided her with an excuse not to talk. She listened as not quite her Rock Lee and Ten-Ten talked about some of the details from their previous mission.

            She nodded along in the right places, but mostly kept to herself. She thought no one noticed, but as they were leaving Neji grabbed her hand.

            “What’s up with you?”

“What?” she asked, the picture of nonchalance.

            “I’m fine. I’m just heading home.” ‘

“Then, I’ll walk you.” He made a motion like “lead the way”, but as she had been sleeping on the playground for the past week, she could only guess which way her home was. She started walking in the direction she hoped was accurate, but was quickly stalled by another hand on her shoulder.

            “Stop.”

Neji was looking at her like he had never seen her before.

            “I know that something is wrong. I’ve been watching you, and I just…” he stalled, and the motion failed her deeply. Why couldn’t her Neji ever look at her like this? Like his whole world would fall apart if she wasn’t okay? She knew that her Neji cared for her, but she never knew if he cared for her the way that she has always cared for him. But if this world was the opposite, then she had her answer.

            “You can come home with me,” he finally said. “We can work out whatever this is in the morning.”

            Now that had taken her off guard.

Neji had never invited her to the Hyuga compound. That was strictly off limits as the head of the house was notorious for disliking outside visitors.

            “Are you sure?” she asked.

Neji smiled. “Of course, you know they love seeing you. It’s like your apart of the family. You are like a sister to me.”

            “A sister?”

“Of course. I love you like the sister I never had. Like Hinata Sama.”

            A sister?

“So, you’re not in love with me?”

            Neji looked as if she had asked him to eat the last bit of calamari. Then he let out a loud laugh that would have made her feel better if it had been a gag.

            “Of course not..”

She felt a pull on her midsection. Then that means.

            She was pulled back to her reality as gently as she had fallen into this one.

That other her may be the smart one, but at least, her Neji didn’t break out into laughter when he thought of kissing her.

            “Are you all right?” Lee said as he helped her up. She was on her back in the middle of some field.

            “You just passed out. Are you alright?” Ten-Ten asked. She nodded. Her gaze turning upward, locking with Neji’s.

            “I’m fine,” she said. “I’m perfect.”

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Squig: Oooh! This seems like the kind of show Jasprix would be working on…

Iris: Oh yeah, you said the dude was like, big on horror.

S: I looked into it and he was quite literally raised on a horror show.

I: Hah! Sounds familiar!

[Scoff]

S: It wasn’t a horror show, it just was a horrible time. Big difference.

S: Anyways, he should be around here somewhere… he’s short but he also literally has horns and wings so, shouldn’t be that hard to spot…

Jasprix: Wings are gone now actually. Did a little experiment with Security a couple days ago. Worked great for me.

S: Oh there you are! And I see that now, I imagine your wardrobe options have vastly improved.

I: [Quietly] Oh you weren’t kidding about the short part.

J: The horns still cause an issue with wearing things, but they are much easier then the wings. I like the heart bun thing you have going on, looks good with the outfit. And the rude spider android person.

[Sharp gasp]

S: Hah yes, my options with the straps on this mask are either up-do or nothing, so I decided to have a bit of fun with it. I think it adds to the charm.

I: Wha- S-Squig, aren’t you going to defend me!

S: You really need to learn how to have inside thoughts sometimes Iris. Jasprix don’t mind her, also Jasprix, this is Iris, she’s the Head Security back at my facility.

[Tail thumping against a wall as Jasprix laughs]

J: I’m used to certain comments occasionally, though I’ve never had them said right in front of my face. I’ve also never seen a security that wasn’t just… those things over there. Pleasure to meet you Iris, you have a lovely name.

I: [Muttering] I tried to be quiet about it…

J: I have slightly better hearing then most humans.

S: Also Iris your default volume is already really loud, I don’t think i’ve ever heard you speak even close to a whisper before.

I: Alright, message received. Ahem. Nice to meet you too Jasprix, and yes, the Security around here are all quite similar, so I supposed that makes sense.

J: I like them though, they're great as threats, looking like horrifying monsters. Are you a spider android because you’re head security, or is that a normal sort of look for where you work?

I: Hah nah, I used to look boring as hell, but when you work with those 12-foot fucks every day you end up losing a lot. Decided to lean into it after a while, it’s a lot more fun don’t you think?

[Series of mechanical whirrs]

J: Yeah, that’s some cool shit you got going on there. Could jumpscare somebody if you wanted, or be the most unassuming enemy in a movie. No one would suspect it until it’s too late. Have you ever considered trying that out?

I: Hah! Yeah all the time, love doing it to pretty much every new hire we get, though obviously sometimes they can’t really react.

[Chuckling]

S: Alright, enough chit-chat, Jasprix, how’s it going with the bird hunting?

J: It’s going… I hunted him. It’s, this is going to sound mental alright, but you remember that I mentioned the gay chicken thing right?

S: Oh of course I do! Has he given up yet?

J: He hasn’t, he’s very stubborn about it, I guess. Or maybe he actually enjoyed that I did what I said and took him on a date. I’m… not actually sure what he thinks about this game anymore, but he hasn’t backed down, so neither can I

I: Ah, well if you need any tips, Boss Lady here knows a lot about not backing down from gay chicken.

S: I suppose that’s true. So, a date, that’s how you’re using your newfound freedom?

J: I mean, I’m using it for other things as well, like checking out Lostfield and seeing where stuff is in case it seems like something I could bring back here, but the date was one thing I did with it, yes.

S: Of course, of course, I was just teasing. No worries.

I: Where’d the two of you go? Me and Boss Lady ate at that “Denny’s” place last night.

J: I was considering bringing him there when I checked it out, but I can’t eat most things there. Breakfast foods don’t seem to involve a lot of meat. I found this place called Longhorn Steakhouse instead, and it smelled absolutely delightful. The food that it came from also tasted perfect.

S: Maybe we’ll have to stop by there the next time we’re in Lostfield.

I: Wait did you have access to a company card? Or did the two of you do a good ole dine and dash?

J: There are company cards?

S: Yeah, I mean unlike pretty much every other business ever, we don’t really have anyone at the top hoarding money, it just all goes back into production. We have like, mildly excessive amounts of extra. I’ll see what I can do for you.

J: That’d be very kind, especially with what you’ve already done to get me a proper place to swim and let me take visits to town. It would be nice to have money though, because we did have to run very quickly after leaving the restaurant. A difficult thing to do, when handcuffed together and the other person is a bit faster than you.

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[Loud laughter mixed with static]

S: Iris, volume. I suppose [Giggling] that was your solution to making sure your little bird couldn’t fly away?

J: [Grumbled huff] That was loud, but yes. I knew he’d run off if I took him outside, so I needed to keep him near and close with something. My other option was a dog collar and leash, but I felt like that would bring unwanted attention.

[Wheezing mixed with static]

S: In a town like Lostfield at least that certainly would. But you’d be surprised by what people ignore in big cities.

J: I think I’d have an incredibly uncooperative bird on a leash, honestly, and he’d make them pay attention. He’s very… distinct. Hard to miss, easy to notice, all that uh… The cuffs worked the best, is basically it.

S: Oh, I’m sure you’d be able to tame him eventually. But I suppose on a slightly more serious note, I am pleased to hear that you’re keeping him busy enough he’s not trying to stage any more explosions or something else that would cause lots of problems.

J: Yeah, I don't think he’s got any more plans for that. Or if something does go wrong next, it’ll probably not be because of him this time. I think there might be an issue involving the archives, but I don’t know enough about that to get too involved beyond being aware that it's company blog is having a problem.

S: Ah yes, I saw that. But when it comes to Archivists there are a lot more protocols in place to get them back in line, so I wouldn’t be too worried.

J: It is only one of the multiple having the problem I guess, after all. Anyway, do you want a tour around the set, maybe know what this show is about? Maybe itll help make this scene work and get the actor to stop fucking up her murders.

S: I think we have some more spare time before we have to head on back, what do you think Iris?

I: I’ve already checked out everything else I wanted to see in the Mall, why not.

J: Just be careful about the blood everywhere, I’m sure it must be an absolute nightmare having to clean between all that plating.

I: Ugh, you do not know the half of it.

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[servin-up-surveys]

survey #159

Can you commit to one person? Yes, I personally am a deeply monogamous person.

Do you shave your nether regions? Completely personal decision, no, I only ever paid attention to the bikini line way back when as a teen and I was comfortable wearing them, but now I have like, no reason to. I especially think it's a bad idea with how my skin reacts to shaving anyway, I become incredibly itchy and I'm prone to ingrown hairs. Shit just ain't worth it. I don't care what others do and I don't have a preference in partners.

How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander? Uh this varies, like a lot????? Most importantly, how serious are we, but also where are we and what is the general mood between us?

Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are? No, certainly nobody that I know of.

What’s your opinion on age differences in relationships? If you are both legal adults, I literally do not care. You do what you want to do with the partner who wants to be with you. I do agree it's very problematic when especially celebrities target young people, like that is a very real and alarming thing with often manipulative motives behind it, but this certainly isn't always the case. *I* personally don't think I could go beyond a 10-year gap in a partner (and I'm completely disinterested in much younger than me), but that is for me and my relationship alone, other adults can make their own adult decisions.

What’s your dirtiest secret? Nothing very "dirty" honestly, just doing things in beds we shouldn't have, but I feel like most people have done something like this at some point lmao

Do you have a best friend? I confidently consider my boyfriend my best friend, but if you exclude him and also my mom for being "more" than mere friends, then I don't currently. I'm closest with Mazzy and Tez, but simply considering the "best" friendships I've had in the past, it's not entirely the same. I know when I see someone as my best friend, I feel like everyone just knows it in their gut.

What country are you from? I've never left the USA, ugh get me the fuck OUTTTTTTTT

Did you finish high school? I did, then everything went down the drain. My brain just melted shortly after high school, like I really do blame both how viciously over-medicated I was but also my trauma for doing some WILD shit with my head and my ability to process and remember information, because it was exactly around this period where things just changed.

Favorite fictional character? Pyramid Head from the Silent Hill franchise.

Do you count your steps when you walk? No, and I majorly pity those who do have that obsession, it sounds fucking miserable, I've always thought that. OCD in general is.

Would you date someone who’s know for cheating, and if yes, why? I really don't think I'd be able to.

What age do you think is appropriate for kids to start having sex? Well, kids shouldn't be having sex, but I am aware how unrealistic it is to expect most people to wait until they reach the magic age of 18, because they regularly don't, so I'm gonna cut the majority of the population a bit of slack and say absolutely never before 16, but that really just is an arbitrary number. I think maturity has more to do with this than precise age, that and discipline to sticking to never neglecting birth control methods.

Do gay, lesbians, bisexuals, or transgender people bother you? Obviously not when you consider I'm a pansexual, and although a cis person, I am all for trans rights, like I'd die fighting to protect those.

Have you ever been front row at a concert? Which one(s), and how was the experience? No.

What's the strongest earthquake you've ever experienced? I've never experienced one, for which I'm extremely grateful, they sound terrifying.

Have you ever been told you look like a celebrity? No, not that I recall.

Do you own a leather jacket? No, but I have ALWAYS wanted a faux black one, ever since like the start of high school, maybe even before.

Do you have any cereal in your house at the moment? Yeah, we have some Special K and Cheerios, off the top of my head.

Is the street you live on short, long, or somewhere in the middle? It's pretty short, because we live in a development, so there's lots of turns as the roads wind around.

Who was the last person to call you baby/babe? Girt is the only one who ever does, so it woulda been him.

When you’re at the grocery store do you use the self checkout? Dude honestly we don't even go in the store anymore, if it's a place like Wal-Mart; Mom just does those orders where you pick the groceries up, like employees get everything for you. It's easier and quicker, and it's also apparently saved us money, because she's not passing things in the store and thinking "hm didn't plan to get that but it sounds good," stuff like that. Before Covid happened and these pick-ups became a regular thing, if we went inside for not all that much, yeah, we often opted for self-checkout.

If you were abandoned in the wilderness, would you survive? Oh I'm fully aware I wouldn't.

What is a compliment you receive often? That my hair is nice.

Do you like your parents? Yeah, I love them. My dad isn't perfect and I'm very aware of where he's messed up, but I also know how to recognize that he tries.

Where is the furthest place you’ve traveled? Illinois, Chicago general area, so high up.

Which do you prefer, to eat or sleep? I mean I generally find eating more enjoyable than sleeping, but it really depends on what I need in that moment.

What did you do on New Year's Eve? I feel like Mom and I had a drink and just chilled here at home.

Who makes you happiest right now? Girt.

Will you donate organs after you pass? Definitely, I am a massive advocate for this sort of stuff, like you are not going to need ANYTHING in your body after your die, so let it help somebody if it can. It's like a last act of kindness.

Which fictional character can you not stand? Uh, I don't know about can't stand.

What do you think people have an unnecessary stick up their ass about? Good lord, conservative toddlers losing their shit when a brand they like shows support for minority communities, like LGBTQ+ most prominently. People deciding they're no longer buying that beer, no longer shopping in that store, like holy fuck congrats you're a literal walking dumpsterfire of a person.

What common advice do you think never works? Ha, honestly a lot, like everyone's different and different things will work for different people. A strong one though is when people advise depressed or just mentally ill people to "think positively," like it's not that fucking easy. Depression is a literal illness of an organ, and it's basically the equivalent of telling someone with cancer to consciously decide to no longer have cancer. You can't snap your fingers and fix it.

Do you have the same religious beliefs as your parents? No. I'm positive my mom's Christian, but she's the kind that uses her faith for good and only good, she really does, and never tries to impose it into someone else's life. I'm quite sure my dad's a Christian, especially given how fiercely religious his wife is, but I've never seen him act on it, and he doesn't talk about it. I guess the title that best suits me is agnostic, but I can tell you I very much don't believe in a god that takes care of this planet like its baby, and I don't envision it's anything like any god I know of.

Would you ride a motorcycle if given the chance? (Or have you?) No, I don't think so, I just don't trust them. I think the only case where I MIGHT do it is with my mom driving, she fucking loves motorcycles and it's always been a dream of hers to have one. I trust her with my life and I know she'd love it.

What's your favorite Led Zeppelin song? "Kashmir" wins pretty easy, I honestly haven't loved a whole lotta songs by them that I've heard, even when I was really big into classic rock. I very much respected them, though.

How do you treat yourself? Most likely I'd let myself have a soda.

Are you going to pursue a career according to what you enjoy? I'm very much trying. Doing anything artistic though and gaining traction is pretty damn hard when you're not like, family of somebody already famous; building an art career from the ground up is fucking brutal.

What happens to your old clothes? Mom either donates them or throws them out, it depends on multiple things.

What’s your favorite frozen treat? In general, ice cream, but specifically, these snowcones you can get from a business native to NC, Pelican's SnoBalls, in a few spots. It's insanely customizable and their "menu" is absolutely massive, having so many flavors and other treats you can add into it, and this place is FLOODED in the spring/summer months, it's literally depressing when they close for the winter, lol. You've never had a shaved ice product better than this place, it was literally Sara's favorite thing about here, haha. They even have dog-friendly products! In such a hot state it's great for when a dog is with you in the car, especially when your car doesn't have working AC, lol.

Teach me something in another language. Uh not writing in the language itself, but I always thought it was interesting how numbers 21+ are read in German; it's backwards to English-speakers, like you read the smallest numeral first, then the second, third, etc.; like 26 just as an example would be read "sechsundzwanzig," despite the two coming first in the number itself. It gets more complicated as you pass 100 thresholds though; if there's a comma in numbers because of its size, you do say like, how many billions there are before the millions. It's bonkers how long you can make a singular word in German if you're writing out numbers in non-digit form.

What type of music do you like and why? Most kinds of metal and rock, and I'm particularly fond of electronic elements being added to music like that.

Would you be/are you a good role model to a younger sibling? I'm not, Nicole has exceeded me as a human in a number of ways; it's hard to believe she's my "little" sister. Pretty sure I'm always going to see myself as the disappointing/embarrassing sibling.

Have you ever dated someone you work with? No.

List all of your siblings’ middle names. "Nicole" and "Marie" are the only two that I remember.

What was the last present someone gave you and what was the occasion? A bouquet of flowers, for completing physical therapy.

When was the last time you left the house? Where’d you go? Yesterday, to get my tattoo finished.

What’s the most number of people you’ve ever lived with? I want to say the most was five; on two different instances Misty and Bobby lived with us when I was a little kid, but neither stayed permanently for different reasons.

Do you have any pets? How long have you had them? I've had Venus since 2017, and Roman 2018. We've had Cookie less than two years, I know.

Do you like flowers? If so, what type? Of course, I love all flowers for their individual beauty, like I'm one of those people that totally agrees with calling flowers "nature's candy." Does anybody not like flowers, aesthetically?

Do you know anyone who has an odd pet? What do they have? I'm sure I do, but this also depends on what you consider as "odd."

Do you like sapphires? Are they your favourite gemstone, or if not, what is? Sapphires are gorgeous, yeah, but I definitely prefer things like opals, specifically dragon's breath opal. Opals can just be so many different colors.

Did you have a traditional gender colored room when little? Pink, purple? No.

Can you read sheet music? I USED to be able to, I remember very little now.

Do you know who your latest ex is dating? I have no idea if she's with anyone, I never let myself check her socials out or anything.

What are your plans for the weekend? It is the weekend; I'm not doing anything today, but tomorrow, Mom and I go to Girt's place for this yearly dinner they do in memory of his dad; it's his favorite meal. It includes things that are very popularly disliked (such as chicken hearts), and thankfully because of last year I think they already know I'm not eating/am eating before coming, I know at least Girt knows.

Have you ever dated someone who was emotionally or mentally unstable? Yes.

Do you have to sleep with a television on? No, I very much prefer no TV, unlike how I was as a kid. It's distracting, and I already have enough trouble falling asleep.

If you were offered to smoke some weed right now would you accept? No, I never want to smoke anything.

What did you purchase last? I paid the remaining cost to finish my tattoo yesterday.

Do you think your most recent ex misses having you around? No.

Ever seen your best friend cry? Yes, once. It's pretty damn hard to make him cry.

Do you have any brothers? If so, what are their names? Yes; his legal name is Robert, but I've always known him as Bobby.

Ever thought you would be with someone forever? I sure did, so intensely that I really, really, REALLY did consider it an indisputable fact; at that time, a future didn't exist for me without Jason, like it FACTUALLY was not possible that we were going to split, and I know that's exactly why our breakup resulted in literal, diagnosed PTSD. It completely destroyed my way of thinking, it just flipped my brain entirely on its head, and I couldn't cope for a very, very long time.

What grades did you get in middle school? Pretty much solely As and Bs.

Last time you used a knife? Yesterday for dinner, Mom made steak.

What’s one thing you’ve never done but would like to try? Travel out of the country.

What are you doing for Valentine’s Day? Uh I have no idea what we're doing next year for it, it's already passed for '23.

What month did you come into the world in? February.

Do you prefer rabbits to mice? No; I love both, like a lot, but I know more about mice and rats and find them to be very interesting creatures and fantastic, loving pets.

Who out of all the people you know reasonably well is the most "dark?" Uh I really don't know, I have a lot of friends that like dark aesthetics, but they aren't dark people.

Favourite chocolate-based candy? Reese's!

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

But YES I have been saying all of this for YEARSSSS

Moon so definitely had a crush on Yasmine--in Season 1 and before!!! I remember after the reveal that Moon was bi, I wondered if the whole reason she joined the popular clique in the first place (since she seems pretty out-of-place, what with being the good-natured hippie type and all) was because she was lowkey crushing on Yasmine and wanted to get closer to her. Then I rewatched S1 later and I’m like. Well fuck. It reads like that’s exactly what happened.

And you dun best believe it was mutual, if S3 is anything to go by XD Like. Yasmine so readily coming back to the girl she very publicly and angrily told off in 1x09 is uhhhh...pretty sus??? Like girl is pretty enough and has enough residual popularity that she could have 100% ditched Moon and co. for new friends, but NOPE. She’s right back with the bestie she acted like she wanted nothing to do with, and seems dead convinced everything will revert back to the way it used to be. She seems to want it to because she wants them both back on the top of the school food chain--not just her, but Moon, too!!! Otherwise best believe she wouldn’t be hanging out with Moon!!!

“you’re telling me love and light, hippie dippie Moonchild dumped Hawk for bullying and didn’t forgive him until seasons later after having a whole character arc, but she stuck by Yasmine’s side after bullying Aisha?” Yeah, this is it, this is exactly it!!! It’s so funny to me when people blast Moon for this and say it makes her naive or hypocritical or what have you--which might not be wrong, but the most straightforward explanation for why she took Yasmine back sans any real apology is that that relationship is just straight up more important to her than her one with Hawk ever was XD Which kinda reeks of the island of Lesbos because like. You’ll readily forgive a girl for being a petty mean little bitch, but not a guy??? Bit fruity, methinks O____O

“In fact, after the whole beach incident where she refuses to apologize for it we see Moon at a restaurant with the cobra gang gushing over the fact that she and Yasmine ended up with matching swimsuits even though they’re in different countries for the summer…” YES, I KNEW I COULDN’T BE THE ONLY ONE WHO THOUGHT THIS CAME ACROSS GAY AF

Like I think it was supposed to be an “lol! Two girls with the same outfit, they’re so unoriginal!” joke, but like. Come on, they HAD to know the, uh...not straight implication of having matching swimsuits. Like having obnoxiously matchy clothing in general is pretty couple-esque, but that aside...are we to assume Yasmine got an exact copy of Moon’s swimsuit to wear on social media out of...spite? How on earth did she remember Moon’s swimsuit design so perfectly??? Where were Yasmine’s eyes straying so often that she could precisely remember the design of a bikini well enough to buy the exact same one??? Nowhere I can say in polite company, that’s for sure O____O Either way, that’s like. SO much effort to put in just to copy your ex-best-friend’s bikini and post selfies in it. Out of...idk. The inherent evil of copying fashion choices, I guess. Absolutely deranged lesbian behavior.

Hit the nail on the head about S3 Yasmine XD Throughout the ENTIRE season it seems like she’s only really trying to be nicer for Moon’s sake, considering she doesn’t seem all that interested in rekindling her friendship with Sam and is actively pretty nasty to Demetri. Hell, she’s only really nice-ish to him when Moon is around, sans the cast-signing! Either way, the fact that Moon’s friendship and support is enough to get someone who was as vile as Yas was in S1 to change her ways is saying something. Considering how dismissive Yasmine was of the idea of improving herself in S1, getting her to change her mind and actually decide to be a better person is no small feat!!!

“Kinda fruity that she chose to reinvent herself just to be “friends” with Moon…” GOD IT REALLY IS INNIT. Girl really revamped her entire personality from the ground up just to keep Moon in her life. Gay.

You get it <3 <3 <3

Out of all the drugs in California You’re the one that fucks my head up most And lately I’ve been pleading with myself to leave it But I crawl back, begging you for more

And I don’t wanna want you But I do And what’s another let down For a few

Moments in the light Moments in the light Feeling so alive I don’t even gotta try, try Moments in the light Moments in the light Like Jordan in his prime You can’t touch this superfly, fly Coming off the high

All the drugs in California You’re the one that fucks my head up most

***

@karatecaulfield I hope you don’t mind if I start tagging you in my YasMoon posts XD

SO I was going through some of my old moodboards and just…found this YasMoon one I forgot to post??? Whoops ^^;

Inspired to make this because I was rewatching some parts of Season 1 and goddamn did I forget how ridiculously fruity these two are, like??? WHY is no one talking about The Concert Scene™️???

Like there’s a scene at the beginning of 1x05 where Sam shows Amanda a video Yasmine and Moon posted from the concert they went to and I. I am being so deadass right now. These gal pals are practically grinding on each other. Like they’re rubbing all up against each other and I legit had to rewatch it several times like “Did I see that right??? Am I imagining things???”

It’s so OBSCENELY gay like why you feelin the urge to rub yoself all over another woman in this Chili’s tonight???

ANYWAYS I am very certain this concert led to some serious Gay Panic (probably especially without Sam being there to third wheel lmfao), if the girls weren’t feeling that already. I for one could not openly rub chests with another girl without it like. Awakening something in me??? Maybe I’m just too much of a hopeless lesbian but idk. I feel like, if it hadn’t happened already, this concert was the moment when Moon had the epiphany she (canonically!!!) liked girls. Yas too, but then she repressed it into the deepest depths of her soul like “that’s a problem for another day!!!” and then she just. Never actually addressed it and later was so frantic to hide it that she got an equally-gay beard boyfriend. Oop.

I wanted to capture the Gay Panic Concert Vibes and decided it was moodboard time <3 Very happy I managed to find very Yasmine and Moon-esque quotes written in their signature colors!!! And Moon’s is even in kind of a hippie-esque 60s font!!! Perfect!!!

Tangentially related, but it’s kind of SHOCKING the sheer amount of orange Moon wears. Like the Yasmine-and-pink associations are more subtle (it’s often nail polish or clothes that have pink IN them) but I swear to god like 90% of Moon’s outfits are orange-based. Like it’s fashionable af, don’t get me wrong, but it’s very funny how these girlies are going around dressed like the lesbian flag and expecting us not to read anything into it kajahpibdusufv

Speaking of which!!! I tried to make this in the colors of the lesbian flag, but. I deadass forgot that the middle stripe was white and not yellow ^^; And then I liked the results too much to go back and change it lmao. One day I promise I will make these sapphics an ACTUAL lesbian flag moodboard I promise XD

In case it isn’t obvious, the top pics and middle right are Yasmine-coded, and the bottom pics and middle left are Moon-coded. Actually very proud of how this came out! I think I did a pretty okay job of capturing their general Vibes lol. Love that the moodboard program auto-generated a border that goes perfectly with Yasmine’s cute jacket. They matchy matchy <3 Also love that Moon’s jacket is kinda peach-ish–the perfect blend of her and Yas’s theme colors <3

I think I should be a little more normal about color symbolism probably akajhdsiuofb

Pic credits available upon request! Expect much more YasMoon content to come <3

[jessmalia]

it is only logical | peter pevensie 

pairing: peter pevensie x fem!reader summary: valentine’s prompt 10 “everyone is going as a couple to the valentine’s day party and it would look stupid if we both went alone, right? maybe we can just go together.” requested by anonymous. peter and reader are college aged.  a/n: I DID IT I FUCKING DID IT! I mean it’s actually half past midnight here, but it’s still Valentine’s in some parts of the world, right? I DID IT ANON I DID NOT LET YOU DOWN! ps: peter is a slut and somehow I manage to write it into every fic I write lol.  warnings: drinking.  wordcount: 1525

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   It was Friday the 13th of February, and Y/n and Peter had gone to the library to get in some extra studying before the weekend came around. They were sitting across from each other at an otherwise empty table. Y/n was writing, and Peter was reading through his textbook.

   “I heard Merissa is having a Valentine’s Day Party tomorrow,” said Peter.

   Y/n nodded, keeping her eyes on the notebook in front of her. “I’m not surprised. It’s most of what she talks about.”

   The side of Peter’s mouth pulled up ever so slightly into a small smirk. “Are you going?” he asked.

   “If I didn’t, you’d see my body being pulled out of a river on the News in a couple days.”

   Peter chuckled. “Why do I get the feeling that you’re not too excited about it?”

   “Your deduction skills truly are immaculate,” she said, before releasing a heavy sigh. “Yeah, not to sound like the nerdy girl in a Disney Channel movie, but literally everyone is going with someone. I’m not even exaggerating, I’m best friends with the host, everyone has a date. And being the only single person at a party on Valentine’s Day doesn’t exactly sound like the best time to me.”

   “Well, if it makes you feel any better,” said Peter, “I’m not going with anyone either.”

   That admission was what it took to make Y/n look up from her writing, eyes wide with shock. “Really?”

   Peter nodded.

   “But what happened to that brunette with the red headband?”

   Peter frowned. “Yeah, I dumped her ‘cause she blamed global warming on gay marriage.”

   Y/n’s eyebrows flew up. “Yikes.”

   “Yeah.”

   “Well,” she said with a sarcastic smile, eyes returning to the paper once more, “at least I won’t be alone in my misery.”

   “Well…” Peter trailed off for a bit, “shouldn’t we just go together then?” he asked, and Y/n froze midway through her writing. Was Peter actually asking her out? If he was, she’d probably be jumping out the window within the next minute.

   Just to make sure, she slowly looked up and locked eyes with Peter again, who somehow looked like he’d just said something perfectly normal that didn’t change the very nature of their relationships, and raised her eyebrows to ask him to explain further.

   Peter understood the silent command, and said, “We’ll have someone to talk to the entire night and no one will be judgy. It would solve all our problems without it having to mean anything.”

   Oh. So Peter wasn’t asking her out. He was simply presenting a mutually beneficial deal. Good. Relief washed over her as the weight disappeared from her shoulders, but she could feel something else too, a twist in her stomach. Was it… disappointment? No, there was no way.

   Y/n bit her lip, considering the offer Peter had made. He was right that it made sense. They would get all the benefits of going with a date with none of the potential drawbacks. She couldn’t see anything wrong with the idea.

   “It is only logical,” she agreed.

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Y/n had just finished getting ready when there was a knock on the front door. She opened it and was met by Peter Pevensie’s handsome figure. It was so incredibly cliche she was ashamed to admit it, but her breath really was taken away when she saw him. He was wearing dark grey dress pants, a white fitted button-up and a nice jacket. It was a simple look, but boy, did it look good on him.

   “Wow, you cleaned up nice.” Her words were nice in theory, but the sarcasm and bite in her voice was evident, and she was grateful that her words hadn’t failed her. Stomach twisting into intricate knots, insides fluttering, palms getting clammy — it was a miracle that she hadn’t tripped over her words.

   But Peter remained unaffected by her mockery. “You look beautiful,” he said earnestly.

   The genuine comment caught her off guard for a moment, before she rolled her eyes and walked past him towards Merissa’s house. “We’re not dating, Peter. We’re just going to a party together. Flirting isn’t required.”

   He just chuckled, stepping in to walk next to her. “You know, your inability to take a compliment is really hilarious sometimes.”

---

They had barely stepped through the door when Merissa accosted them.

   “There you are!” she exclaimed, running up to Y/n and wrapping her arms around her. “I thought you were gonna ditch there for a minute.”

   Y/n returned the hug, frowning. “We’re only like 15 minutes late.”

   “Yeah but you can’t lie to me,” Merissa pulled away, throwing a pointed stare at her, “you were considering it for a while.”

   Y/n gasped, and placed a hand against her chest in fake mockery. “How dare you accuse me of such a thing.” Merissa just rolled her eyes.

   “Come on, get in! The fun’s just about to start!” she said before running back to the party.

   “We haven't even taken our coats off, calm down!”

---

An hour in and Y/n was pleasantly surprised by the evening. Merissa might not know how to get anything over a C on a test, but she did know how to throw a party. Peter had been a sweet surprise, too. Even though they had been friends for a good while, they had never spent time with each other in this way before, but now she knew that Peter Pevensie was really good with dates. Which explained a couple of things, for sure.

   She had sneaked off into the kitchen after one of the Valentine’s themed games to pour herself a drink and get some breathing room. The place was empty, and she stood alone, silently sipping her drink, tapping her foot along to the beat of the Taylor Swift song coming from the living room until Merissa came in.

   They greeted each other, and when Merissa had poured a drink for herself, she turned back to Y/n.

   “So…” she said. “You and Peter, huh?”

   Y/n shook her head violently. “No. Not at all.”

   Merissa smirked. “Double negative. That’s a yes.”

   Rolling her eyes, Y/n replied, “You and I both know that’s not how it works. Peter and I just went together because we had no one else to go with. We’re friends, that’s all.”

   “I don’t think that’s how he feels about you.”

   Y/n frowned. “Pardon?”

   Merissa looked to the side, eyes glazed over like they were whenever she got day-dreamy, and a smile stretched across her face. “Man, you should see the way he looks at you when you’re not looking. It’s like you’re his whole world or something. I’m so jealous! I wish someone would look at me like that.”

   “Merissa, you have a girlfriend!”

   “Well, how am I supposed to know how she looks at me when I’m not looking?”

   Y/n rolled her eyes again. “You know what? Let’s get back in there and I’ll let you know.”

---

By the time Merissa had gotten so drunk that she’d started shooting people with a nerf gun, claiming to be Cupid, the two of them decided that it was time to head out. Peter had insisted on walking her home, and no matter how much she protested he wouldn't back down. He was a classic gentleman through and through. It was infuriating, but kind of cute in a way.

   They had just as much fun walking home from the party as they had during it. Peter was a great conversationalist, and Y/n was just tipsy enough that she had stopped evading every question and compliment with sarcasm.

   The conversation drifted away as they arrived at Y/n’s doorstep.

   Peter nodded. “So.”

   “So…”

   “Guess this is good night then,” he said slowly, yet — he did not move.

   The tension in between them was thick and palpable. They both let it sit there, simmering, until Y/n opened her mouth and whispered, “This kind of feels like that doorstep moment.” Her voice was so quiet, had Peter not been standing inches away, he probably wouldn’t have heard it.

   Peter smiled that perfect smile of his, lopsided and just the right amount of cocky. “What moment would that be?” he whispered back, taking a step closer to her while fixing his gaze on hers, a look in his eyes that she couldn’t describe as anything other than pure infatuation. And before she knew it, he had placed his hands on the back of her head and pulled her into a deep kiss.

   Y/n had only let herself think about what it would be like to kiss Peter a handful of times before, but even in her fantasies she hadn’t imagined his lips would be this soft, nor that he would be this gentle, letting her lead the way, to not overstep any boundaries. As she moved her hands to wrap around his neck, he placed his on the small of her back, shifting, getting closer.

   When they pulled apart his hands were still on her back, and hers had moved down to rest against his chest. Y/n stared at Peter’s swollen lips and let out a content sigh.

   “Something like that.”

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A/n: Please reblog and tell me what you thought!

taglist: @valentine-melody​

[xxlost-cityxx]

ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS

Ship/Characters: Top!Kirishima Eijirou, Bottom!Bakugou Katsuki

TW/CW: camming(Bakugou's a camboy), rough anal sex, anal fingering, choking, spanking, begging, crying, overstimulation, praising, degrading, enthusiastic consent

Summary: Bakugou's famous for being in the top 3 best doms for a camboy porn site, but as he tries to out rank an up and rising couple, his fans get to see the moment he realises he's a submissive bottom

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Katsuk has been a camboy for a little over 2 years now, starting right off the bat once he graduated high school. As he was 18 and living on his own and with a low paying job, he quickly realized he needed another source of income to live even slightly comfortably in today's world. Then came a random ad that just so happened to catch his eye, a porn site catching a lot of popularity, a few cam stars seeming to live a life of luxury from simply filming themselves for anyone to see. 

Katsuki had to try it out. 

He's had his fair share of horny old men groping him out in public, so why not get paid for them to watch him instead? 

That plan was one of his best ideas yet. He rose to fame so quickly he choked on water after posting his 4th video ever, seeing that his rough, aggressive attitude turned a lot of people on. A lot meant 14,000 at the time. A month into camming and he was making over 54,000 yen a week! And now, with nearly 500,000 perverts at his mercy, it was much more. He started live streaming last year, and it went amazing. Until a new couple joined the camming business. Suddenly 'loving boyfriend rails his curvy brown haired slut' was all anyone wanted to see. This broccoli headed bitch stole half the damn site from almost every other cammer out there! 

So there was only one thing Katsuki could do now. 

He had to fuck someone on one of his streams. 

He blew up the first time he fucked a flesh light, degrading the inanimate object like no tomorrow, easily being labeled one of the best doms out there. So the only way to get back on top was to dom a real person. 

But he wasn't going to fuck one of his weird ass fans, god no. He needed to find someone close to him who would keep their mouth shut. 

After brainstorming and browsing the most popular porn categories, he got an idea. The best way to narrow down his options for what type of person he'd need is by his audience. He quickly went to his profile insights, his eyes narrowing as over 60% were females. He quickly smirked, easily going back to the most popular categories and filtering out what he didn't want to do and what his audience wouldn't be into. And the one that came out ontop, was gay shit. Katsuki was going to dom a guy. And if it meant coming out on top over all the useless cammers, he'd fuck the shit out of a twink. 

"Sorry man, I would've considered it back when we first graduated, but Hitoshi and Kyo would rather stab you than let me take your dick up my ass." Denki said, casually sighing and taking a sip of his coffee. The elders around the coffee shop gasped, giving nasty side eyes which Katsuki couldn't care less about. "What!?" He nearly shouted, Sero and Mina covering their mouths to prevent any laughter from coming out to the point their faces were turning red. 

"Why not ask Sero-" "-Oh hell no! I'm not letting Katsudon fuck me on camera!" Sero shouted, ignoring Bakugou's glare from calling him Katsudon. 

"You really need to fuck a guy for this? Why not stick to your usual content? No.2 is better than much else, right?" "Hell no! I'm the best and I'm going to prove I'm the fuckin' best! Denki's the only twink I know, so help me find another!" Katsuki yelled, a few families being rushed out of the shop. 

After going through everyone that fit Bakugou's qualifications. They had nothing. Bakugou was ready to tear someone's head off at this point. After doing so much research, he didn't have the final piece. 

"Hey Mina, you're a chick. What do you suggest 'suki do?" Denki sighed, folding in on himself. "I mean, we do love our gay shit man." He said in an inhale. "But why not get fucked instead? We know way more doms than we do twinks." She said, tilting her head. "Oh- Hell no!" Bakugou shouted, Sero wincing. "I'm the best fuckin' dom on this shitting porno site and I'm going to prove it!" "Sounds like a bratty bottom to me." Sero mumbled. 

After more shouting and arguing. Kirishima finally arrived. "Sorry, my last client had a lot of knots in their back and thighs! Took a lot longer than I expected." He said with his happy smile, still wearing his scrubs and smelling like coconut oil. "Eiji~! Gimme a deep tissue massage!" Denki whined, rushing over and jumping face first into the bed. "He just gave massages all day dude, give him a break.." Sero mumbled, shaking his head. 

And it was like a light bulb. His brain flashing to massage porn intro's being in the top 100 categories. "Kirishim!" Bakugou shouted firmly, standing up straight. Kiri froze, slowly turning to look at him with fearful eyes. "Y-Yes…?" "Let me fuck you for my cam stream." And it went dead silent. 

And that's how they're here. Setting up the ring lights, almond oil on the shelves and a small white towel for Bakugou to cover his ass with. The plan was that Eijirou would get handsy during the massage and Katsuki would turn around and start domming him. Kirishima is bigger than Bakugou in the height and muscle department, but that was only going to make the plot better. Eijrou definitely wasn't telling him something. After hesitating to agree in the first place, and only after Bakugou promised a share of the money, Kirishima was just so...unnatural at this situation, his movements starting off as more dominating until he took it down to a submissive level.   

Katsuki started the live, giving his quickly joining fans a cocky smirk before standing up, walking back and laying down on the black table. 

The comments were filled with surprise and questions as to who the red haired hulk was beside the table, but they went unanswered. 

Kirishima grabbed the bottle of almond oil, pouring some into his hands and quickly starting on Katsuki's thighs, gently rubbing into the muscles with experienced ease. 

Bakugou's eyes widened at the feeling, his core already getting hot with desire. And as Kirishima's fingers went under the towel to his inner thighs, he fought a gasp. Comments filled with perverted comments telling the redhead to get more handsy and to give the blond a hand job with all the oil. 

But as Eijirou put a knee on the table and nearly climbed over Katsuki to perfectly get his back, Katsuki started panting at the feeling. It wasn't the massage that was getting him. It was the feeling of Eijirou's crotch rubbing against the thin towel, his cock slightly hard underneath his black scrubs. 

As it was about time for the script to move onto Katsuki domming Kirishima, Bakugou was stifling whimpers of shock and embarrassment. His cock aching for him to fuck Kirishima…..actually. His body was aching to be fucked by Kirishima. 

As Katsuki was turned around, His eyes were teary, his fans taking quick, shocked notice and flooding the comments with surprise, degrading, perverted insults about how he looked like a twink instead. 

Kirishima's eyes slightly widened at the sight, and as Bakugou swallowed his embarrassment and shock, he focused on his arousal and his own perverse desires. "F-Fuck me….instead.." He whispered, his eyes slightly squinting and blurring with tears. 

Before he knew it, Eijirou was leaning over top of him with a slick hand around his neck. Bakugou couldn't help but moan at the pressure, his stream struggling to keep up with the influx of viewers and comments about the top 3 best doms getting put in his place by a rando. 

Bakugou's mind wasn't on the donations anymore, not on the follower count or his ranking at this point. He was gasping for air as Kirishima roughly kissed and bit at his body, keeping an iron grip on Katsuki's neck. "Oh fuck yes- Was hoping to god I would be able to fuck your tight ass one day-!" Kirishima breathed against his skin, licking up his nipple to his jaw and nipping at him. 

He suddenly ripped himself off the blonde, walking over to the camera and grabbing it, making a winky face at the viewers as he moved the camera to get a better view of Bakugou teary eyed, flushed and a line of red, darkening hickies and bites. 

He got back on the table, roughly gripping Katsuki's thighs and harshly pushing them apart, an action that would probably make some other guy pull a muscle. He wrapped his arms around his spread thighs, pulling his hips up to meet his crotch, the pale skin against his dark black scrubs finally letting Bakugou and the viewers know what the newbie was packing, and it was a lot. 

"H-Holy fuck-" Bakugou whispered out as his towel was ripped off of him, oil being grabbed off the table and the cap popped open. Kirishima paused, looking up to Bakugou, a silent plea for last minute permission. Katsuki's red eyes met crimson, and he swiftly nodded his head, accidentally earning more donations from the show of submission. 

Eijirou lathered his fingers in oil, tracing the blond's pink hole carefully, giving the camera another adjustment so the viewers could see his perfect view as well; a red faced, teary eyed dom with his tight ass being slicked up so nicely. 

The oil made Katsuki's muscle relax easily, becoming soft under the thick tanned finger, and as he swiftly plunged in the singular finger, Katsuki gasped with shock, his eyes going wide at the foregin feeling. 

Kirishima slowly pumped his finger, adding slightly more oil every time his muscle got a bit too tight, slipping in more fingers every time his rim was soft. It felt like such a short amount of time between preparing to dom his best friend to being finger fucked by him. Eijirou's forearm had veins slightly protruding as he slammed his fingers into his friend at a pace that made vibrators look pathetic. Katsuki's pretty little back was arched so nicely, his muscles flexing and his toes curling, tears falling from his eyes as moan after moan was ripped from him. 

"P-Please! I can't! I can't take it anymore!" He finally sobbed, shaking his head at the man's brutal pace, purposely avoiding his prostate after hitting it every couple times. 

Kirishima smirked, slowly sliding his fingers out only to slide his thumbs inside, stretching the soft muscle as he pleased, showing off the blond's perfectly hot pink insides, his swollen rim slick and twitching. "So nice and pretty for me, hm? You wanna take my fat cock for the first time? Expose how much of a slut you are for cock? For my cock?" Kirishima said seductively, moving the camera again. 

Katsuki nodded his head rapidly, his eyes glued to the hard to see bulge under his black scrubs. "Use your words, baby." Eijirou said firmly, palming himself. "Y-Yes- I want it-! I w-want your fat cock-!" He said, face flushing with embarrassment again. "Good boy~" He cooed, finally grabbing the hem of his pants and pulling them down. 

It was almost like he struggled to pull the front down far enough, his cock just kept following, and once it finally got over his tip, his penis sprung up to lightly slap against his stomach before it weighed itself down. The camera got Bakugou's surprise and shock perfectly, the comments finally going quiet, almost as if everyone had to take in what they were seeing as well. 

Kirishima grabbed the base of his cock, lifting it and letting it slap against Bakugou's hole, earning a slightly muffled whimper from the blond. He gently moved his hips, letting his cock slide smoothly against his hole, his tip teasing the smaller's balls. The comments were filled with encouragement and orders to get on with it. 

Kirishima chuckled darkly, letting his tip catch on the rim, slowly pushing in. Bakugou's eyebrows furrowed before his mouth dropped and eyes widened with the pressure. He let out a guttural moan, his legs starting to shake. 

As Eijirou bottomed out with a groan, Katsuki was shaking and whimpering, his own well endowed cock red and dripping precome. 

The redhead pulled out before slamming back in, the blond shooting up with shock only to be met with a hand on his neck again, pinning him down as the Kirishima harshly forced his way between Bakugou's legs even more, only giving the blond a couple seconds to adjust before he started snapping his hips into the smaller man's ass. Bakugou took in one breath of air before lewd moans poured from him, his voice cracking every time his skin was slapped with another brutal thrust. 

"Agh- P-Please-!" Katsuki nearly screamed out, Eijirou grabbing the back of his knees and pressing them back to meet his shoulders, effectively putting him in a mating press. "Please what, baby? Tell me what you fucking want!" Eijirou growled out, groaning as Katsuki's tight, slicked up boy cunt tried to milk him, pulsing and sucking him in with every movement. "I-I want it harder! Please- Please fuck me harder! Give me more!" Bakugou nearly sobbed, looking at where their bodies were connected with teary wide eyes. "Such a fuckin' slut-! Making all these people think you were a fucking dom, only to start begging for the first fat cock you see! Want it harder? Wanna feel my fat dick in you for days?" He growled, eagerly moving to grab Katsuki's ankles and awkwardly spreading them over Katsuki's head before turning him, ripping his cock out of his pillowy ass and nearly picking the blond up by his ass, grabbing the nape of his neck and forcing him on his knees with his head down. 

He slammed back in, the blond nearly screaming once again as he set another brutal pace. "Y-Yes! Please, god yes! Fuck me more! Don't stop!" Katsuki sobbed, drool and tears staining his lewd face. "Wouldn't fucking dream of it! You love having your little boy cunt fucked, huh? Love how I fucking ruin you on this dick?" Kirishima growled, slapping a hand down on his fat ass, groaning loudly at the sight of all the excess muscle and fat jiggle even more. 

Katsuki's ass slapped against Eijirou's abs every time he slammed into the boy, his back muscles looking so pretty at this angle. 

"Oh shit- I'm gonna cum! Please make me cum! Don't fucking stop~!" Bakugou moaned, arching his back and lifting his ass up higher so Eijirou could hit his prostate at the best angle. "Haven't even touched your cock and you're gonna cum? Fucking do it! Cum on this cock, make it yours and I'll fuck you every day!" Kirishima promised, sharpening his thrusts to where all Bakugou could do is claw at the padded table and scream, staring into the camera as his orgasm was building higher and higher. 

"I- Fuck! I'm fucking cummin'!" Bakugou screamed, his body shaking under Kirishima as his thrusts went unbroken, hurtling Katsuki into overstimulation. He started screaming for relief, but as Kirishima planted his hands into the curvature of Bakugou's spine, he started thrusting purely for his own relief. Groaning and growling above a sobbing Katsuki. "S-Stop! I can't! Slow down~ Please!" Katsuki begged, his cock trying to harden again. His body was on fire, every nerve fried with pleasure he'd never experienced, and Katsuki knew he was addicted. 

"Almost fuckin' there! Gonna cum in your ass- Claim you, make you mine!" Eijirou groaned out, his balls drawing up tight as his own climax ripped through him, filling up the man's stomach with his cum. 

He slowly pulled out, Katsuki in the same position even after Eijirou let go of him. He grabbed the camera, pointing it at Bakugou's gaping and cum filled hole, watching how he pulsed against nothing, forcing the cum to leak out of him despite his angle. 

Not only did Katsuki make absolute bank while taking monster cock like a slut, he took the No.1 spot by over a thousand followers and ratings. 

[yourdailykitsch]

**This is roughly translated from French, so google translate does an okay job, you get the idea, but there are some strange translations here and there. 

You're used to military roles like Lieutenant Mike Murphy in Lone Survivor, or Officer Paul Woodrugh in True Detective. Ben Edwards in The Terminal List , was that obvious to you? Taylor Kitsch: It's funny, because the guy who trained me for Lone Survivor is a Navy SEAL and a good friend. This film was important for me, it taught me a lot about brotherhood. This friend also trained me for The Terminal List . It was great to meet again. These guys are the best of the best. Did you follow a specific physical preparation for this role? You have to train like a SEAL, that is, wear vests with weights, run up hills… You also have to change your diet. You must train as if you were preparing to go into battle. Do you recognize yourself in the roles you play? I've played a lot of characters with whom I don't have much in common, like David Koresh (the leader of The Davidians cult in the Waco mini-series , editor's note) , but I understand them. It's my job. In addition, through these roles, I tell myself that I am capable – sometimes! – discipline and authority. Your work requires a certain discipline. Crazy discipline! That's what makes success, that's why we succeed or not. You were considering a career as a professional hockey player that was cut short by a serious injury. Preparing a film is like intensive training? Yes, it's a bit the same. Of course, it's not just physical training, but iron discipline that goes with the job. You regularly play characters close to superheroes. Not too hard to come back to real life after such roles? Sometimes yes! When it's a very intense role psychologically, it takes time to get out of it. I experienced it for The Bang Bang Club (2010) for example. I have another role for the end of the year, beginning of next year, which was very difficult to leave. Do you keep part of your character's personality after a film? I think when I started, about ten years ago, absolutely. Now, I'm very aware of this separation of work from private life, so it doesn't happen to me like it used to. Your career took off in 2008 with Friday Night Lights , an American football series. Have you noticed any changes in the representation of masculinity since? It's very subjective… What you will find masculine will be very different from the vision of someone else. My idea of ​​masculinity hasn't evolved much since my beginnings, even if it includes many aspects. I believe that what counts more is the confidence that we have in ourselves. You worked three times with director Peter Berg, on Friday Night Lights, Battleship and Lone Survivor. Loyalty plays an important role in your career? Ah ah, we're going to do something together again, by the way! Pete and I are like brothers, so the confidence is amazing. We met on Friday Night Light s. He cast me, we took different paths, but we never stopped finding each other. You have worked for cinema and series. Do you prepare differently for one and for the other? You always prepare the same way. You just explore your character more in an eight episode series like The Terminal List . You have more time. For a film, you necessarily have less. I prefer six to eight episode miniseries. You have time to develop and embody your character. I love that. In 2014, you took a 360 degree turn with the film The Normal Heart , a drama about the AIDS epidemic in the gay community of the 1980s. Did you need a big change in your career? I'm super proud of this movie. I'm always on the lookout for something that stands out. The Normal Heart was an incredible story and opportunity. And it's so hard to find these roles… I would do it again without hesitation! The Normal Heart was adapted from a play by Larry Kramer. Do you plan to get on the boards one day? I will over the next few years, that's for sure. I will go to Broadway. I've already been offered it, but it wasn't the right project, not the right opportunity. How do you choose your projects? I take several factors into account. The people involved in the project, the story and my character matter, of course, but I especially wonder if the film or the series brings a challenge, something new... If I'm afraid of a role, it is a good sign! I accept projects that are bigger than me, experiences bigger than me, like The Normal Heart , Painkiller , Lone Survivor or, today, The Terminal List , which have been incredible experiences. What are your reference films? Dead Man Walking was a slap, Mean Streets , Sundance Kid , Slap Shot with Paul Newman (what an amazing actor!)… Those kind of movies. Are there other actors whose acting has inspired you? Sean Penn, of course, but also Daniel Day Lewis. What is the best advice you have received in your career? I was preparing the role of David Koresh in Waco . It was six months of preparation. It was a reprehensible story from many points of view and, at the beginning, it took me a long time to know how to take this difficult role. I judged the character a lot and a friend of mine, a great actor, told me to stop doing that. His remark was decisive: “ Stop judging the characters you have to embody. » You made your first short film, Pieces . How did this project get started ? It's a simple short film, I will not broadcast it. It was a test to try and see what it would give. I loved doing this! It is certain that there will be others.

[i-smell-sass]

Rose Petals And Moonshine [Bucky Barnes x Male reader] Oneshot

Requested: Yes/No Warning(s): Bucky being a madman, Jealousy, fighting, a bit internalized homophobia from bucko Smut or Fluff: mostly fluff, light flirting, soft bucky at the end

(HC = hair color) (H/L = hair length) (E/C = eye color)

Bucky was... a difficult guy.

He was often too scared to admit feelings, but wasn't hesitant to point something out or get snarky when he's not pleased.

thus the situation he was in right now; fighting with Steve.

his best friend knew when he was troubled, and decided to speak up on it.

3rd person POV

Stark Headquarters/Avengers Compound Living Room/Kitchen

"buck come on! We both know you have feelings for Y/N! Just go talk to him. You have literally not talked to him yet and keep moping around because of his date today!" he huffed out and Bucky groaned, rubbing his forehead "Steve, how many times have i told you i don't like him and i. am. not. gay!!!" Steve pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed "buck, you know we can express who we like more freely now! it's not like back then, Even i can express and have accepted that I'm bi! and i like guys as well as girls-" he said and let his arms fall to his side in a frustrated manner, convincing Bucky to something was proving itself to be quite difficult, considering he was stubborn and easily Aggravated.

You see, Y/N Was going on a date today, with a guy he met at a gay bar. He had decided to go there one night when he felt extremely lonely and bored, Seeing that a new gay bar Opened Conveniently near the base. He decided to go there and look around, swaying to the music and getting a few drinks, where he met The guy. Bucky sighed, rubbing his eyes and getting up, knocking the chair down while he did, slamming his hands down on the table.

"Steve, Just SHUT IT!, i DO NOT like him and i WILL NOT ask him on a date. You can stick your acceptance where the sun don't shine." He huffed out as He walked off, stepping over the chair carefully before walking to the direction where a flower garden Wanda started to make was.

Y/N walked in, elevator doors opening and the elevator making Ding Sound when they did, him standing there with a Slushy in his hand, taking a sip from the straw before looking at the frustrated Steve sitting there And seeing the vase of flowers on the table knocked over As Well as a chair, letting out a quiet "woah."

Steve Sighed, rubbing his forehead as he leaned over the table, then looking over at the surprised Y/N who was still holding his slushie. “o-Oh hey Y/N! I didn’t- Weren’t you going to get ready for your date with that guy.. Uh.. Robbie!.. With Natasha?” He asked, a surprised expression painting his features as he stood up. Y/N sighed, walking to the table and setting his slushie down, pulling the hood of his hoodie he was wearing off his head and he grabbed the fallen chair, sitting it up and then sitting down. “You know… i was going to, but then Natasha Had to bail and Robbie quit the date on me saying he didn’t mean it and was drunk off his mind. Soo i guess I’m free now. Gonna order some pizza and… i dunno… watch Bucky try to avoid me “ he said, shrugging as he grabbed his slushie again and took a sip, watching as Steve’s features morphed into a more confused one. He leaned over, whispering to Steve “Clint and I have this fun little game called where’s Bucky. It’s like Where’s Waldo but we try to find Bucky and where he might be hiding from me. It’s kinda fun, you could join.”

Steve let out a disappointed scoff and looked at Y/N with furrowed eyebrows “...so you know what Bucky's doing but you’re not trying to act upon it?” He asked carefully, Y/N letting out a small scoff and leaning back in the chair, tilting it lightly as he did. “You know, I would try to ask that hot bastard of a wall out if he weren’t 1: taller than me, 2: stronger than me, and 3: could literally smash me into the next century if I made him angry. I would like to keep my bones intact for as long as I can manage, thank you.” He sighed and looked down at Steve's beaten down expression. “Look Steve, I’ve liked Bucky for MONTHS now and was going to ask him out, but he seems so closed off and secretive, like he doesn’t want anyone near him at all, or even be more than friends. Not just with me, but with anybody he’s gotten close with. And I don't want to ruin our friendship, or whatever it is that we have anyway. Asking him out would be a horrendous idea, Especially now that I don't know if he likes guys anyway. It would be a lucky guess to say yeah he does and go shoot your shot but i just don’t wanna mess anything up. He’s the nicest man, no offense, I've ever met. Even though he seems a little stiff and closed off. He’s funny, really nice, Confident for the most part and he cares. He cares about people. How they feel. What they feel. How to help them. And he’s strong.. Really strong, and not to mention very attractive. You think I'll destroy being friends with someone like that just for the possibility of a date? You guessed wrong. What we have right now is nice, and before i go and fuck this up for myself and have nothing with him, I'd rather have this small bit than absolutely nothing, or worse, him possibly hating me.” With an understanding nod, Steve looked down and chewed the inside of his lip and Y/N got up, seeing something in the corner of his eye before shrugging and looking at Steve “i hope your best friend finds someone, anyone, who he wants to start something romantic with, cuz lately people kept getting boyfriends and girlfriends here and there, but nobody wanted to ask me out, and i didn’t wanna ask them out, and it seems that has happened to Bucky as well, so i wish him luck.” Y/N stated before walking off to the elevator and going to another floor where their rooms/small apartments were located.

3rd person POV

Y/N’s Apartment/room, same evening

Y/N was in his room, just minding his own business and scrolling through the options of what to order when a rock hit his window. It was about 10 pm when it did, and it was fairly dark outside to think that nobody but some night owls would be walking outside or even throwing rocks around. Y/N dismissed it, thinking it was only a rock that hit the window accidentally when there was another knock at the window, sighing, he got up and looked out the window. There was Bucky standing there, Black button up shirt that had three buttons unbuttoned on his toned torso, and some ripped, black skinny jeans on his legs, which was unusual for him. Y/N Got up, putting on a white turtleneck and black skinny jeans, making sure his H/C, H/L Hair was looking all right before walking out and pulling on a gray jacket, then getting into the elevator as he let out a small laugh under his breath, thinking about how ridiculous this was. When he got out, he walked around the building a bit and saw Bucky standing there, waving at him as he seemed to hold something behind his back.

“Uhm.. hey Y/N..” he mumbled, seeming more tense than usual. He smiled lightly and patted Y/N’s back lightly, pulling out his arm from behind his back, which he was holding flowers in. “I- Uhm.. got these for you.. Since I wanted to apologize and clear some things up, and.. This is supposed to be romantic, So Steve suggested I bring flowers” He stated, letting off a tiny shrug as he looked around, trying to avoid eye contact with those captivating E/C ones at all cost. Y/N sighed, looking at the flowers he now himself was holding instead of Bucky and looked at him, brows furrowed. “Bucky, I really appreciate this whole… thing you’re trying to do, ..whatever you’re trying to do anyway, But why do you ignore me for like two weeks straight, Just to now come to me in the middle of the night, bring me flowers and say you wanna clear things up?” Bucky chewed on his lip and looked down, his soft, long dark brown hair falling in front of his face lightly as he did, it was now down to his shoulders, the front hairs tied around to the back and the rest of the hair loosely hanging around his shoulders (kinda like thor’s.) “i.. Heard what you and Steve were talking about… in the common room.. A-and don’t worry! I wasn’t eavesdropping! Okay.. Well.. Maybe I was.. But to my defense I was just trying to grab my jacket.. And you came back right after I left.. So I decided to stay and listen.. And what you said.. It really… made it clear to me that you like me.. Or even love me, if that is possible.. And.. I tried to hide and push back and ignore my feelings for you a lot.. Because, for one, I don't know how feelings work.. Hell, I was locked up and frozen in an ice tank for like 80 years. And.. I also didn’t want to get too attached… to anyone, really, but specifically not you, since I realized I was starting to like you more than a friend.. And I couldn't have you hurt. Not because of me. So I tried to distance myself from you… and.. Try to forget about what we had.. But that turned out to be a bad idea.. And it just made it worse for me and you. I know that this may come suddenly.. or - its just.. Really weird and out of the blue.. But… would you wanna go on a date with me.. “

Y/N Blinked a bit, realizing what Bucky just said and then he shook his head, giving off a quiet chuckle under his breath. “Bucky Barnes, you crazy bastard.” He then looked up at him and raised a brow. “Wait.. do you mean.. Go on this date.. Right now? Like, right now right now?!” Bucky nodded shyly and gently took Y/N’s hand in his own, guiding him down a path of rose petals and lit candles set up to create a path to a small pond. Y/N gasped as he saw what was in front of him. It was a picnic blanket, a small blanket hut (kind of) Fairy lights, all kinds of drinks and snacks and pizza set up, and floating candles in the pond as well as direct moonshine on the pond and Fireflies happily buzzing around and lighting up around them. Even though it wasn’t the most fancy thing he ever had for a date, He couldn’t resist. “Fuck, for an old man you really know how to set the mood.” Y/N joked and he heard Bucky beside him snort a little, chuckling quietly before being tugged down by his arm gently, sitting down next to Bucky. “...this really is like, Rose petals and moonshine, huh.” he commented as Bucky nodded, carefully draping his metal arm around Y/N’s shoulder as they watched the fireflies for a bit. They soon started eating and making jokes, goofing around and having deep talks while laying in the blanket “hut” and pointing out stars. They fell asleep in each other's arms and The next day Tony got some sweet bribing material from Bucky and Y/N falling asleep on top of each other.

[uelden]

Vanity Fair interview translated

Just a side note before the actual translation; I don't know why, but instead of reporting the full questions and answers in full as she should, the journalist decided to report only summarized fragments of what Måneskin said and patch these fragments up into messy clusters. She also worded a couple phrases in a very confusing way (and yes, she's fully Italian). In short, she did quite a poor job, so the final shape of the interview is not that good. I didn't expect top-tier journalism from Vanity Fair but ffs. You'll see what I mean.

I translated it as it is, adding just a couple footnotes to give you insight on Italian pop culture references.

Translation under the cut

Måneskin: "Different from whom?"

by Lavinia Farnese, 09 June 2021

"True justice is being judged for what you do and not for what you are." The ones who are convinced of this are Damiano, Victoria, Ethan and Thomas who, by being the emblem of a generation that is finally free, refuse labels and conformism. In life, in love and on the stage. Where, maybe precisely because of this, they're winning everything

With the still unexpected (first place at Sanremo Festival) and the incredible (triumph at Eurovision) in their eyes, Måneskin are on the sofa of the house-studio they rented - to resume writing songs and rehearsing them - like you are after a won battle: lying in a calm and unreal silence, alert and a bit irreverent, happy.

In the garden there's the tennis table and the pool, the light of summer when it's starting and calming the country all around, and it filters inside from the large windows, and it goes onto the shining black of Ethan's hair, which blends with Thomas' eye shadow and the butterfly he has tattooed oh his naked forearm, which completes the picture of Victoria's golden crucifix hanging between neck and tank top and ends on the black nail polish of Damiano's stretched hands.

It's a human fresco, a Theatre of wrath [translator's note: "Teatro d'ira"] - to call it with the title of their latest album, a platinum record already - where their flaunted 20 years of age, their irregular femininity and virility are grown into proud and challenging custom, a pop glam rock generational manifesto of hard-earned liberties in a finally-unconditional expression of the self.

To watch them from any angle and from another age is to think that a great love will be born in those who'll understand: this new way of being in the world, the true and sovereign realm they hold where "diversity=exceptionality", the power of the artistic and cultural revolution of which they are healthy carriers in establishing in all lyrics and gestures the right to live according to one's own nature past the "people (who) talk, the people (who) unfortunately talk, and don't know what the fuck they're talking about." [tn: "Zitti e buoni" lyrics]

We go where we're afloat, where the air isn't gone. [tn: journalist's own variation on "Zitti e buoni" lyrics]

Miley Cyrus says hi – The numbers of a phenomenon

"The streams of Zitti e buoni are growing by the second, and they bring us above Muse, at the top of English charts, twelfth in the Spotify Global Chart. Followers almost tripled, in the post-Rotterdam period (from 1,4 to 3,3 millions, ed.) Contagious and universal folly: t-shirts and merchandising sold out in 10 minutes. Like the records, the tickets for a tour that keeps adding dates and expanding over geographic maps. They're contacting us even from some festivals were The Rolling Stones went." Thomas

"After the pretextual controversy over cocaine that France built against us, later disproven by my drug test, some graffiti popped up in Spain depicting me as a “No drugs” poster guy. Some tweets made us laugh: "Congratulations, Italy! I've never been more certain that four people have had sex with each other." Miley Cyrus started following us -You're great. -You guys are greater." Damiano

From the garage to the stars – Story of a flight

"It was only 2016, and we played in restaurants, in the streets, in via del Corso. Damiano without even a microphone, Thomas' guitar with wonky strings, Ethan was drumming on a cajón. During Rome highschools' sit-ins (Kennedy, Virgilio, Mamiani) we had our first confirmations and half-hours of celebrity, playing among those who criticized us and those who went "wow they're really cool." One of the rare times when they would have paid us – 50 euros each – we gave the money to the next band in the lineup so that they would make us play in their spot, later in the day, when there would have been more people. We had already realized how things worked. Visibility mattered more than money. And we still think that." Victoria

The intimacy of rock – Choice of a genre

"Music allows us the miracle of extending to others some very personal and private topics, sometimes even difficult and thorny ones. They are and they remain deeply your own, but at the same time they become a confession that reaches a wider audience, and in this passage that is alike a delivery, they find a place in you as well, a processing of them. You overcome them, you accept them. One second it's something aggressive, the next it's a ballad. Cathartic». Damiano

Against panic – The stage as therapy

"I've suffered a lot from anxiety and panic attacks, it's an issue I've worked on thanks to a psychotherapy course, my friends and my family. Playing helped me in not letting myself be paralyzed by my fears, not making myself limited in my private and professional life. I've learned to accept, to live with this side of myself. I don't hide it. I don't feel ashamed of it." Victoria

Analysis as necessity – Relying on someone saves you

"This belief that only madmen go to the psychologist is a widespread ignorance. No-one's born learned. [tn: common Italian saying] And it's often hard to understand the very reason why we're here, let alone the origin and direction of our desires. It's a long and legitimate journey towards lucidity, a kind of backing to become transparent." Damiano

Being out of our minds – But different from them [tn: "Zitti e buoni" lyrics]

"When you feel a strong passion towards something that is not a canonical job but an artistic language, that already puts you on a level of anomaly, which is not superior or inferior to other people, but it puts you in the position of the one who breaks the mold and also works at a loss, the one who sustains great risks while trying to do something that who knows if it will take you anywhere. "Why do it if it doesn't pay?". You want to give this dream of yours an aesthetic, but it becomes "You're dressing so weird! You must be gay!" - now that I'm 22 I laugh about it, but when I was 17 it had an effect on me, too." Damiano

The beauty of uniqueness – Of believing in it and defending it

"And I mean, at the end of the day if we're all different it's not because we want be alternative but because, really, no-one is the same. Justice is being judged on what you do and not what you are. Justice is equality, respect, beauty." Ethan

Fluid sexuality – Pride is freedom

"Heels for men that like themselves in them, kisses among ourselves, we have an open, extended mind, and we're proud of it. The horizons become vast, past the oppression of conservative families. With the information on the web knowledge becomes greater and with it the possibility that minorities will be less and less minorities, because the majority will be less of a majority. This way we'll make insults and bullying grow quieter. If social media get to a village of 50 souls and reveal to a girl who's afraid of the dark that someone has felt her same fear, then there's no reason to give a name to that fear, to mark it with labels which also limit and restrict. Definitions always had this effect on me. You shouldn't even consider the gender when judging someone, let alone their orientation." Victoria

Sexism – A culture to be dismantled

"Emma [tn: Emma Marrone, Italian singer] drops the bomb: “At Eurovision when I was there they massacred me for a pair of shorts, while they said nothing to Damiano – bare-chested and in heels.” The easy judgment against women is more fierce, constant, debasing (if I have a lot of sex I'm cool while Vic is a whore, where I show myself strong I'm a leader while Vic is despotic and a pain in the ass who reached success because she's hot.) As a male I'm privileged, the abuse I get is not comparable to those a woman has to live through, the comments over my aesthetic are centered only on my aesthetic and don't insinuate anything about my professionalism and my competence, while women are victims of this kind of thought in a systematic way. It happened though to find myself standing with a woman who while pulling me to herself to take a selfie, started licking my face out of the blue... I mean, what the hell do you want? Who asked you? Consent exists, and it's due." Damiano

Grow yourself – The only commandment

"To me conformism is the opposite of education [tn: could also mean "politeness"] and is the asphyxia of expression. I fortunately never endured heavy bullying, heavy enough for the the judgement of others to change me. But the mold of the small crumbs of bullying I got and of the kind of aggression that scars is the same. If I'm a kid who dances and likes dolls you have to let me do what I like. I was a kid who wanted to keep his hair long and played with Barbie. As a teen, my friends looked at my hair: " You have to find a girl with short hair to be at your side." My grandparents took away my dolls: "Stop it, they're not for you." Ethan

"When I was six I was already sick of them, the distinctions between masculine and feminine. I've always had strong ideas about how I wanted to be. I refused things that were typically defined as girly, and all around me they mocked me because I went skateboarding, I played soccer, I didn't wear skirts, I was giving myself the chance to be as I wished. I endured it a little, I suffered a little, but I had courage, and now thanks to that courage I know that I could have gotten even much more hurt, otherwise I would have left to others the most important choice: the one about myself." Victoria

Love in progress – Music, girlfriends

"I've been married to music for the last 20 years. I can't wait to celebrate our golden wedding anniversary." Ethan

"Everyone makes their own experiences, sometimes it goes well, sometimes it goes wrong, but it's always not anybody's business." Thomas

"When I first felt feelings and attraction towards a girl it was a bit disorienting because I had never had the courage of going beyond the limitations I had put for myself. For society being heterosexual is the norm and so you often define yourself in that way automatically, depriving yourself of the freedom to live many shades and faces of love. Once I overcame the initial insecurity of having to call into question my certainties I've lived my sexuality in a very natural and free way, as it should be for everyone." Victoria

"I had paparazzi at my door every day and night. So, after four years of relationship, I revealed her name. I still have paparazzi at my door every day and nigh, but at least I don't have to hide anything anymore." Damiano

The worth of the group – Phenomenology of protection

"The true engagement though, the true family is among ourselves, our band. We've believed in it since day zero, even before we called ourselves Måneskin (Moonlight in Danish), even before Ethan drew a giant moon on the flier for the first concert we ever did. We share everything, even the pain for the tragedy of Seid Visin, who committed suicide at 20 because of racism. [tn: I think the journalist asked them their opinion about Seid Visin's death, which was a current events topic in Italy, and then pasted it syntaxically in the middle of Thomas' answer, which was not a great move] A group is what we all should be: stay united and not back down an inch in the face of oppression that is generated by a distorted view of diversity." Thomas

I'm not of the right age – Like Gigliola [tn: Gigliola Cinquetti won Eurovision with her song "Non ho l'età", which means "I'm not of the right age"]

"Before you the only one who won both Sanremo and Eurovision on the same year was Cinquetti (1964). If there's anything I feel I'm not of the right age for? No, honestly no. Maybe having children. Regarding children I'll be honest: I'm not of the right age." Damiano

Having touched the sky – The fears that remain

"We're more than inside the dream, we're in the conquered dream. When you fly high there's the risk of plummeting and hurting yourself, but we'll work hard not to end up like Icarus, who burns his wings with the sun. Everything is in our hands. And this - a bit pretentiously - reassures us rather than scaring us." Damiano

[ashdumpsterpile]

ASH’S TMA HURT/COMFORT/FLUFF REC LIST 

For the gays. (And @damcrows who’s been dead for the past 24 hours. Rest in peace babe. Read some gay fic. Deny the inevitability of canon. <3)

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the end, but the start (of all things that are left to do)  by @ajkal2

Jon wakes up.

aka. mag200 tore out my heart

(Very smol, very short, very spoiler. Def recommend for anyone who just finished the podcast.)

remind me how to smile by @tamerofdarkstars

Jon is probably fine, just hiding out somewhere while the whole murder thing blows over and that's... fine. Martin is fine with that explanation. Really. He's got plenty to distract himself - like listening through the entire What the Ghost episode library, for example. Or watching Georgie Barker's Instagram livestreams.

(Yea this was in the last rec list, but you don’t understand THE ADMIRAL GIVES CUDDLES)

Chamomile by Dribbledscribbles

Whatever the ex-tea was, if it really had ever been that last bag of chamomile Martin claimed he’d found tucked in the back of the cupboard, it was fast now.

Martin had tried catching it, chasing it, blocking its way with shoebox lids and plates and an upended footstool, but the thing was just too quick. Jon knew as well as Knew that he might have left off the attempts completely if not for the creature’s preferred game.

The game was, See How Many Times I Can Push Martin Towards Cardiac Arrest Before He Comes at Me with The Broom.

(Scottish Honeymoon Era. Adorable and weird. A vampire gets harassed.)

hey stranger by @ennuijpg

It’s a late night Tesco run, how eventful could it be? It’s not like Martin is going to run into his boss who’s wearing something absurdly different from usual and get the most acute form of whiplash possible from seeing him, right?

(Martin runs into Jon at the grocery store and has an existential crisis.)

roses roses, roses. by @judesstfrancis

Rose scented laundry detergent. Running into Jon in the breakroom. Running into Jon on his way back to his desk. Rose scented detergent. Running into Jon. Roses. Jon. Roses, roses, roses. 

(Canon enemies to friends to lovers au-ish. Martin POV. Very pining much sweet.)

go softly by doomcountry

And there is nothing else besides this. 

(More hurt/comfort than fluff. Scottish Honeymoon Era. Mild eye mutilation.)

Not Alone by @backofthebookshelf

After the coffin, Daisy and Jon are both fragile. They hold each other up. 

(Post-buried Jon&Daisy starter pack. Very hurt/comfort.)

trust my love by antlsepticeye

“you… you’re real, aren’t you?” jon whispers, the fog slowly dissipating from his mind. “it is not a trick?”

“i’m here,” martin says softly, reaching up to grab jon’s hand that was resting on his cheek, intertwining his fingers with jon’s and squeezing. he moves jon’s hand to martin’s chest, resting it over his heart. “you’re alright. i’m alright. take your time, love. let’s just take some deep breaths, okay?”

(TOUCHSTARVED JON HAS ENTERED THE CHAT.)

reaching out by Athina_Blaine

By the time things settled, when Martin had finally managed to crack through his cold shell, feel some of his old self returning to him in bits and pieces, they had found their little routine.

One that had the two of them sleeping in the same bed, making breakfast, going to the mart. Where Jon reached for his wrist while they slept, and Martin luxuriated in the gentle warmth of his fingers.  

But not one where Martin reached back. One that had Martin kissing Jon awake or taking his hand over the breakfast table, because ... Martin never had the courage to try. And then it never became a part of the routine.

And Martin desperately wanted it to be.

-

Martin and Jon have an important conversation.

(More Scottish Honeymoon Era for the soul. Hurt/comfort/fluff.)

Belabor by @janekfan​

Jon's given the position of Archivist and is falling apart at the seams. Tim and Sasha are upset and playing games. Elias is overbearing and manipulative.

And poor Martin is stuck cleaning up the mess.

(THEE first fic I ever read for tma. Season 1, hurt/comfort/fluff, and hints of Jmartin. janekfan is the absolute master of seasons 1-3 hurt/comfort. This is my favorite, but pls check out the rest of their fics.)

tea, blankets, and a damnable stubborn attitude by ivelostmyspectacles

“Are you really gonna stay here and pester Jon all evening?”

“I’m not pestering him,” Martin retorted, sounding vehement if not busy going through the cupboards. “I’m heating up soup.”

“Oh, you might as well make him another cup of tea while you’re at it.”

“Oh, good idea.”

Jon shot Tim a withering look.

(The one where Jon is ill, Martin makes tea and they watch doctor who together. Fluff 1000%.)

A Kind Hand by @voiceless-terror

Jonathan Sims was adjusting just fine, thank you very much.

In which a minor workplace spill causes Jon to realize that he might have friends.

(Ah yes, the other master of seasons 1-3 fic aka voiceless-terror being my other fav author in the fandom. This one is also season 1 hurt/comfort/fluff.)

A Weather In The Flesh by @cuttoothed

"There is a span of years where Jon doesn’t touch anyone other than the occasional hand shake. It’s not so bad. He’s never been someone who’s needed physical affection."

*

Jon has never been any good at making people want to stick around.

(More touched starved Jon! Much hurt/comfort!)

Something Old, Something New by @cirrus-grey

Months have passed, and everyone is doing better than they were. Daisy and Basira are getting married, Melanie is feeling her old self, Georgie is as much herself as she has ever been, and even Jon has stabilized on his wild fall away from humanity. Everyone is doing better.

Well. Almost everyone.

(Daisy/Barsira wedding! Melanie is a bitch and we love her! Jmartin dance! Post-canon (almost) everyone lives!)

The Weight of Love by @voiceless-terror

Jon is a restless sleeper. Martin attempts to adjust. 

(The fic where Jon is literally me and Martin attempts to sleep for 1k words.)

The Art of Conversation by @voiceless-terror

"Do you ever stop talking?"

Jon has a complicated relationship with words. Difficulties come and go.

(Jon has adhd and Martin is in love.)

Novelty by @backofthebookshelf

Jon experiences A Sexual Attraction; Martin has A Concern. They figure it out.

(Any fic that explores the ace spectrum is a 10/10. We stan all ace interpretations of jon on this blog.)

Half a Hug by Dathen

I know you weren’t going to hurt me, I trust you, he said again and again. And then a different kind of fear shone through, hollow and echoing: “Please don’t stop touching me."

-

Or: Life is hard when you're touch-starved but have trauma related to your closest friend.  Spoilers through TMA 132.

(Honestly bless every author who saw jon&daisy and was like. They’re siblings. No I will not elaborate.)

the loneliness never left me (but i can put it down in the pleasure of your company) by Athina_Blaine

It was about Martin making Jon feel safe, treasured, and loved. And it had been so, so long since anyone made him feel that way.

And, in the face of it all, Jon was starting to flounder.

(At this point I just need to make separate rec list for Scottish Honeymoon Era.)

you can watch me corrode by scarletfish

"So, how long have you been pulling this shit then?"

"I… excuse me?" Jon’s indignant, certain she can’t mean what he thinks she means.

"When was the last time you ate?"

(Georgie decides Jon and Melanie need a normal day off. Jon learns that he and Melanie have more in common than he thought.)

(Look, Melanie isn’t my favorite person in tma, but she and Jon are like THE SAME PERSON and I adore fics that elaborate on their relationship.)

Out of the Wind, In From the Cold by @ostentenacity

There are two bedrooms in the safehouse, and two beds.

For a moment, Jon considers asking to share, but decides against it with a wince. “I really loved you,” Martin had told him. Loved. Past tense. And Martin doesn’t exactly have a lot of choices right now in terms of company; it would be cruel to demand he play at feelings he no longer has just to make Jon happy.

(For a moment, Martin considers asking to share. But he dismisses the idea with a shake of his head. Jon has already done so much for him. Martin isn’t about to ask for more, especially not when it’s something he doesn’t really need. He has his right mind back, and he has Jon’s friendship. That should be enough for him. It’ll have to be.)

---

Jon thinks that Martin doesn’t love him. Martin thinks that Jon doesn’t love him. They do not, of course, discuss this. Unrequited love is already awkward enough, right? No need to dwell on it.

(THEE SCOTTISH HONEYMOON ERA FIC. IT’S ABOUT THE PINING, BEING MUTUALLY OBLIVIOUS AND FALLING IN LOVE. 10000/10.) 

I Do by @voiceless-terror

“I, um- this was supposed to be a lot more romantic, I swear.” Martin looks down at the dirty bar floor. “I had it all planned out, I-I was going to take you somewhere nice, and then we’d go for a walk in the square- I’ll still do it!” He hurries to explain, as if that’s the most pressing part of this situation. “It’ll be really nice, I’ve already hired a photographer-”

In a fit of protectiveness, Martin proposes to Jon.

(Everyone lives, Martin accidentally proposes and Jon is crying in public.) 

________

[americangirlstar]

Now that both Courtney books are out and I’ve read and processed them both, I do want to say that I think they’re the least well-written of any of the AG books, but not through any fault of their own- let me explain.

(Note that for this discussion I’m ignoring the Doylist criticisms- Courtney and 3/4 of her friend group being white again, the lack of gay discussion in-text in regards to the HIV crisis, etc. These are valid complaints and concerns, but not what we’re talking about right now.)

The Problem with the Current Book Length

I think the main problem with Courtney stems from the fact her books are so short. American Girl has literally been doing the stupidest things in regards to their books lately, almost as if they’re trying to sabotage them on purpose. First they remove illustrations in 2015- when their target audience is about nine years old. I don’t know about you, but when I was six and getting into American Girl, the illustrations were the highlight for me. Not because I had no attention span and loved pretty pictures, but because it showed me firstly what the girl’s life was like, whether it be 1760s wilderness or 2001 Chicago. It was like stepping into their world, really helping you get into their heads, which was basically what the dolls were supposed to do, to let you know that girls like you exist throughout time and space.

As well as that, the illustrations were free advertisement. I can’t tell you how excited me and my sisters were as children to go to the American Girl place and look at the doll displays, shouting that that’s the dress Felicity wears to the ball! or look, Josefina’s goat looks exactly like the book! AG cut that from 2015 to 2020, as if they were trying to appeal to an older audience- while at the same time changing all the doll outfits, accessories and marketing to appeal to a younger demographic.

Now, this isn’t about the illustrations, as Courtney got those- it’s about what they did to the historical characters after the Illustration Outrage™ happened. See, they’d condensed the historical six-book format into two books- not necessarily a bad idea, parents would be more likely to buy two books for their kid than consider buying six. However, they then claimed that if they put illustrations back, they would have to abridge the books- literally my nightmare.

First of all, American Girl, we know for a fact you can fit all six books plus illustrations into ONE VOLUME, let alone two. You’re just being cowards here and trying to nerf your own stories for... some reason.

So that meant a lot of important things got cut- Rebecca’s Chanukah story, Melody’s cousin’s house search, Maryellen’s Christmas adventure... all things important to the girls’ histories and character.

The Problem with Courtney’s Writing

Now, Courtney was the first doll to be released after the abridging began, meaning her books were released, in their entirety, just as short as the abridged stories. So it basically means she gets four books while the others get six- and unlike the others, Courtney doesn’t even have mysteries or short stories to pad out. (And honestly, looking at her book’s amount of content, I’d even argue that she basically got two while everyone else got six, but I digress.)

The problem with her books isn’t that they have an author writing them poorly (I really feel like her author was doing the best with what limited time she had), but in how cramped American Girl made them. Because, well, Courtney has to deal with a lot in such a short amount of words.

Let’s compare her to Julie, for instance- Julie pretty much has a new 70s thing every book. In order: feminism, rising divorce rates, San Francisco’s Chinese culture, environmentalism, the country’s bicentennial, anti-bullying and deaf acceptance. And adding to this, we also have her own personal journies through her parents’ divorce and move, her basketball team, her friendship with Ivy (and later Joy), overcoming her fear of horses, student council, detention... It’s a lot, and yet her books don’t feel rushed or forced at all. It’s just a year in the life of a girl going through a lot of new and sudden events, and how she grows and changes throughout them. She may not be as deep a character as Addy or Kirsten, but not every girl goes through the trials and tribulations they do, and it’s a good series overall.

Courtney, meanwhile, does feel rushed and forced, because of the short timespan. Instead of fitting everything into a six-book format- or even at two-book format that is the same length and content as the six-book- everything has to be fit into two short books.   Everything Courtney has to cover includes the topics of divorce and stepfamilies, feminist and technological advancement, the Challenger explosion, the HIV crisis, Hands Across America, and the founding of Pleasant Company. And in Courtney’s own journey, she has to cover her learning to stand up for herself, her relationship with her stepsister and Tina’s own character development, her mother running for mayor and how that affects her, how much she misses her Dad after he moves, her friendship with Sarah (note on that later), her basically getting hate-crimed after standing up for her friend... that’s a LOT of stuff, and I didn’t even include the non-AG 80s product placement they shove into her collection.

But without the longer format, everything is pushed together to its detriment. Tina’s development and Maureen’s mayoral candidacy are two plotlines that are literally dropped and almost completely ignored in the second book. The Challenger and HIV issues were handled decently, but the Challenger only lasted a few short chapters, and the HIV topic was not as informative as it could be, leaving out several things like Reagan’s refusal to treat it for so long, and its effect on the gay community. Honestly, the HIV scare was more shifted to focus on the mob mentality of a new and scary disease- which, while needed right now, also ignores many of the bigotry-related reasons it became an epidemic. Pleasant Company’s inclusion feels forced in, and I think was the only resolution she had to her Dad plotline?

And don’t get me started on the Sarah plotline- every Girl of the Year since Kanani- sans Isabelle and Luci- has had the story of “oh no I’ve been ignoring my friend and now they’re mad at me :(” and it’s SO old. Seriously, I counted the contemporary dolls that have had that storyline, and it’s thirteen*. Thirteen times we’ve covered this issue- almost all of it in quick succession- and now we have to deal with it in a historical character book while much more important things are going on! Yes, it sucks when a friend ditches you while you’re being attacked and bullied for something you’re standing up for, but once again, with how much is happening in such a short book, it just feels like a forced-in plotline that we’ve seen a billion times, and with their falling-out happening mainly due to the attention Courtney was given Isaac, it serves to make Sarah seem closed-minded at best and bigoted at worst- it’s clarified that she’s not, she’s just scared and upset with Courtney, but when you put those events so close together, it leads the reader to lump them together and get the impression that, you know, Sarah is a worse person than she is.

*Full count: Nicki (book 2), Chrissa (book 2), Kanani (2), McKenna (1 iirc?), Saige (both books), Grace (2), Lea (3), Gabriela (1 and 3), Tenney (2), Z (1), Blaire (1), Joss (1) and Kira (1).

It’s a bit weird, too, that Courtney’s... what’s the word? Vibe? with her how her story is written and marketed Is closer to the Contemporaries than the Historicals. Am I the only one feeling this? My best explanation for it is that the author, Kellen Hertz, had only written contemporary books for American Girl before- the third Lea Clark book and all four Tenney Grant books, both of which contained the Friendship Issues™ plot. I’m not at all saying she’s a bad author- I honestly love the way the Tenney books are written- and I’m not saying she couldn’t write a historical book, but it’s clear American Girl didn’t ask her to change up her style or content from what she’d done for them before, as well as giving her way too much to cover in such short books.

Conclusion

Honestly, this conclusion should be obvious- American Girl needs to expand their books again. Whether they simply allow the books to be unabridged, or go back to the six-book format, Courtney's books are too cramped to tell an effective story, let alone the poor abridged girls.

The other girls were given six-book length, so if they went back to that length or format, Courtney would have to be rewritten, at least a little- and that’s okay! There’s a lot of things that could use expansion or connection, such as her Summer trip with her Dad that was given basically one sentence in the text. Her growth with her stepfamily could be acknowledged- and honestly? I think that if these books were expanded, her mother’s mayoral arc should either continue through the books, or Maureen should become mayor before the book 2 arc. I’ve mentioned this before, but having Maureen as mayor (or even still a candidate) would put a lot of pressure on Courtney to be perfect so that nobody can say “look at how awful this woman is for doing politics instead of raising her family right”- which means that when the Isaac stuff happens, it has even more stakes for Courtney and her family. Does her Mom still support her with her own reputation on the line, and what does that say about Maureen’s character, how does it affect Courtney and the D’Amicos... that’s all fascinating stuff that was completely missed out on.

And if she was turned into a six-book format- honestly, here’s how I’d do it, just off the top of my head. It would involve a bit of event shuffling, but honestly I think it would work!

Meet Courtney - pretty much the setup for everything happening, her starting to get her Crystal Starshooter plans and her mom’s campaign beginning.

Courtney Learns a Lesson - her relationship to Tina, culminating in the Challenger incident.

Courtney’s Surprise - we move the founding of Pleasant Company over here, since Molly’s basically her Christmas Present. We’ll probably need an additional plotline- maybe similar to Julie, she can have a story on spending the holidays in different places.

Happy Birthday Courtney - end of summer, aka meeting Isaac and her trip with her Dad.

Courtney Saves the Day - Beginning of the HIV arc, ending at her presentation to her class.

Changes for Courtney - Continuation of the HIV arc as things get worse for her and Isaac, ending where Friendship Superhero ends.

Is that a perfect sorting? Probably not, I came up with it in ten minutes. But would it give Courtney space to breathe and more time to explore everything happening to her? Probably!

The tl;dr of this is honestly that American Girl are absolute cowards right now, and need to expand their books back. Their abridging is only harming their stories- which, as Courtney herself points out, are the reason girls got into their company in the first place.