#and maybe they are in a throuple. who am I to stop them

[davekatplayswiz101]

concept: post-june coming out as trans, dave makes what he intends as a kind effort but is more a sweet but unneeded overcorrection to not refer to her as ‘dude’ anymore. however, the only other time he’s tried to switch over from calling someone ‘dude’ all the time is when he started calling karkat ‘babe’ which means this is often what he falters into when figuring out how to address june now.

there is a media circus about an adulterous affair amongst the gods of earth c (or perhaps just another polycule), and june is making purposefully misleading public statements ‘confirming’ the torrid affair, and gets karkat in on the bit, and dave doesn’t even notice, as he’s so determinedly trying to train the word ‘dude’ out of his vocabulary that he’s started calling anything that walks ‘babe’, including his sister-in-law, the mayor, and three of jade’s dogs

[puppyeared]

i wanna post my skip to loafer art but i cant do it knowing ppl are gonna put it on tiktok and pinterest bc itd be like. bringing an invasive species ykwim

[shotmrmiller]

response to this but it got so long and ig im in my throuple era rn

@xoxunhinged i listened to one (1) song on repeat while writing this on the phone

okay yeah wait or just

it's ghost x price first.

Big burly men taking up too much space in the little coffee shop you work at or something and they're there like clockwork too. Every wednesday and friday, 8 am, usually the first clients of the day and all they order is a regular cup of joe. Plain. You offer alternative sweeteners, powdered creamer, but no dice.

Plain black. Like the occasional smudge of eyeliner(?) around the bigger one's eyes.

They're cute, in their own way. John is a blend of rugged charm and seasoned wisdom. The other, Simon, is mysterious. Guarded. Speaks only to his companion.

The pet names start to get to your head. Of course, you reason that John's just not from around here. His calling you sweetheart from across the room to grab your attention must be English.

But logic cannot stop the heat from licking up your cheeks when he does. or when Simon calls you something different altogether eventually.

"Mornin', pet."

It's even more gut-twisting when you catch glimpses of the occasional PDA: A large hand curling around an even bigger jean-clad thigh. Faces so close they could kiss (Waterboarding couldn't get the fact that you've rubbed your thighs together at the thought of them actually kissing out of you) and the fact that Simon's usually sharp gaze softens around the edges, pale gold whispering against the puckered pink of a barely visible scar beneath his face mask.

A couple. They're a couple. It's bittersweet, that feeling settling in your chest. Like dark chocolate coating your tongue. Honeyed nectar of love, the bitter bite of it not being your own.

Maybe it's time to go out with your friends to the bar.

Things take a nasty turn when Simon, out of the both of them, had come in alone and propositioned you on crisp, saturday morning.

Oh, the acid in your stomach felt like it was corroding the walls of your esophagus as it rose. You don't remember much of what you said but it'd been loud, vitriolic. You'd been so furious. Hurt that they had something so sweet, something they could call their own, and here comes this big dumb oaf looking for a piece of warm meat to stick his cock into on the side.

Your manager sent you home for the day.

And home you were headed, well more like the bus stop, stomping away and across the street but the hand that wraps around your arm to keep you in place is John's. (You'd been actually fighting to get away and he hadn't even tightened his grip enough to hurt. embarrassing.)

He clears things up. Tells you to forgive Simon, he's not the most verbose or eloquent with the words he does choose to speak. "He's good at receivin' orders instead of givin' 'em. isn't tha' righ'?"

The "yes, sir" that comes out of Simon is immediate. Obedient. Submissive. (gagging, i actually slammed the desk with my fist rn) A man who knows his place because it is etched in stone. Your teeth grind like rusted gears to keep from turning into a pool of liquid in broad daylight.

"What he meant," he roughly clarifies, "is that we would like you to share our bed." your face burns hot enough to sting. "If you want," John continues, limpid blue eyes fixed on your own.

He looks rather handsome in his uncertainty.

They don't even let you go home to wash and clean up when you nod. (Or shave. Simon had very audibly scoffed at your complaint about that. Said something crass about eating lollipops off the carpet)

The dynamic had been exactly what you'd expected it to be in the bedroom. When authority spoke, Simon listened. Intently. Without hesitation. When John ordered Simon— who'd sat with his broad chest curling around your spine, cocooning you in warmth and the faint scent of smoke, mahogany, and leather— to hook his hands behind your knees and pull your legs up to your shoulders, he'd done so in an instant.

The subtle burn of your hamstrings stretching pulled a hiss from your kiss-swollen lips.

"Bit o' pain with pleasure never hurt anyone, eh, sweetheart?" The deepened rumble of John's voice vibrated in your chest and made your toes curl.

Simon's steady breaths are drowned out by your shuddering ones when John puts his mouth on you, the prickle of his facial hair tickling your sensitive, heated skin.

The burning stretch of your muscles is nothing compared to the sweet sting of two fingers sinking into your hot sex. Pleasure wells in the corner of your eyes when he curls and scissors them while his slick tongue swirls your clit languidly.

He sends you over the edge with practiced ease, shaky limbs, and unsteady mewls. The kiss he plants on your still pulsing cunt is tender, as are your now unrestrained legs.

And he slants his lips-- still dripping slick, dewy beads collecting on his beard-- over Simon's whose mask is now long gone, his erection coming to sit heavy on the fatty mound of your pussy. You can feel the heat of his cock even through his clothes.

A saliva strand connecting them two snaps as he pulls away, glancing down to look at you, sweaty and unkempt, glassy eyes shamelessly staring back.

"I'd let Simon get his turn but," hands weave up your shirt and inside your sports bra while John's grab your legs and wrap them around his thick waist, "gotta prep ya first."

(?)

That comes back to mind after your limbs feel like cold syrup, warmth dribbling from your puffy lips and falling onto the damp bedsheets beneath your arse cheeks.

The question answers itself when Simon slots himself between your aching legs, uncut cock fat and hefty.

(dis)Respectfully, you feel thoroughly used and even now, that doesn't look like it's going to go in easy.

"Easy, love," John's voice comes from above you, "He won't hurt ya. Isn't tha' righ', Simon?"

Simon, who's dark eyes hadn't moved from where John's spend still steadily flowed, cut to him instantly. "Yes, sir."

He hums, a low, raspy sound. "How 'bout you tell our bird tha'?"

A rough hand wraps around your neck, thumb pressed on your fluttering pulse. "I won't hurt ya." His grip tightens, and the swoosh of blood roaring in your ears is deafening.

Much.

The world around you fades, senses attuned only to what's currently wrenching your swollen walls apart, going in, in, and in, it feels never-ending, it's so much, too much, until--

Your stomach clenches, it feels like it's folding in on itself, and a sharp feeling radiates below your navel.

Lips kiss your sweaty temple. "That's all there is. Did so well, eh, sweetheart? Took 'im real good, like you were meant for it."

His cock drags along your over-sensitive, raw nerves in a way that has fire licking up your spine as he pulls back. "Easy, Simon. You'll get your fun from me," John assures.

Your cunt clenches unbidden at that, vise-like around Simon who quietly groans.

The first roll of his hips pushes the air from your lungs, the second blanks your jumbled mind, the third has your nails sinking into whoever's forearms are beside your head, and the fourth has you confusing John's glittering eyes with stars.

And then he places your feet flat on his chest, his weight folding you in half, pinning you in place. Nowhere to run.

Your teeth clack when he thrusts firmly, tip of his cock sitting firmly against the plug of your womb.

"Easy does it, love. Jus' be good 'n take it," John mutters into your ear.

As if you had any choice.

After, when you're completely spent, they tell you to lay back, head propped up by a mountain of pillows, but to keep your legs open, let them see that pretty pussy, they want to see their cum spill out of you.

You thought the fucking Simon gave you had been rough. What John gives him from behind is attempted murder. He grabs at Simon's hair like it's the scruff of a bellicose dog. Pins him in place with his words, growled, thunderous, then his grip. Simon doesn't bare his crooked teeth once.

When your tired hand slithers down to between your legs, tips of your fingers smearing cum around your swollen flesh, arousal surprisingly panging deep in your core, the sheer force of John's thrusts rocks the bed with enough force to crack the wall and Simon whines like a dog in heat.

[moonstarsunearth]

About Atlanta's scene, Tashi is drinking at 3 am while watching how Anna Mueller won Wimbledon this year and was being successful, but that literally happened that same month; the Wimbledon final was on July 2nd of 2011 and the Atlanta Open began on July 18th, so it's recent. The TV commentators are talking about how she is having an excellent season with no female player right now that can stop her. If Art is a favorite to win The Us Open, Anna must be too.

For Tashi, she must have been the one winning grand slams, the one stopping Anna—not like the commentators say, but she can't play. For me ,watching Anna win, I believe her first Wimbledon and grand slam, must have caused Tashi the strongest feelings of grief about losing her career since she knew she couldn't play anymore, especially because she tried to maintain composure and be strong for years.

Also at Applebee's, Tashi told Art that he was a great server (130 mph) but that he could be better (135 mph). Tashi is an excellent coach because she knows what adjustments Art needs to make to reach his potential, and they accomplished it. Less than a year later, the TV commentator says it: Art had an excellent serve last year around 130, but now it is 135–140. Changes like this are the reason that Art went from being a good player to a great player—the ones that won Grand Slams. 

Tashi is seeing Art and Mueller begin to have the life she dreamt of and was working hard for since she was a child, and although she is also an important part of Art's success, it isn't something that is necessarily always recognized or mentioned, and in the end, the most important thing is that she isn't the one playing

I have always thought that a romance with Art would be complicate things if she just wanted to have a tennis coaching career. Tashi literally mentioned it at Applebee's—that it wasn't necessarily a good idea to coach when there are romantic feelings involved, but they still decided to have a professional and romantic relationship that same night. And although Tashi and Art managed to sell themselves as this tennis power couple, I think Tashi had to fight to be recognized in the tennis world as his coach and not just his girlfriend or wife. 

And I don't believe those kind of handmaid's tale theories of Art forcing and manipulating her to marry or have a child. I think maybe in the euphoria or her success as a team they decided to marry, but for Tashi, there is part of her dealing with the fact of completely closing that part of her life when she was known and recognized as Tashi Duncan and the duncanator, that professionally she could never be recognized as that and she would be more recognized for what she would do and build as Tashi Donaldson than what she achieved when she was the duncanator and had a career for just herself, and now everything she does must be connected and depend on Art.

I am not excusing cheating or even believing like many that it doesn't matter because "throuple," Art and Tashi were in a monogamous relationship, and in the movie, all of them showed they cared about what happened in Atlanta, Tashi and Art, even if they tried to ignore it, and Patrick provoked them with it in different ways. But for me, there is a pattern in both scenes when she cheats. She is shown as sad, vulnerable, a woman who loves to be in control of her feelings and her  life is losing control of it. There are imminent changes happening in her life and Art's career that she can't necessarily control and that generate conflicting and uncomfortable feelings for her (art success, Art's retirement, Mueller's career consecration, a possible marriage, a possible divorce), moments that push to the forefront the loss of her career and her dependency on Art to have the career she is having now. 

The fact she cheats both times in those circumstances,tell us a lot about her feelings and as a character. I think it was her way of trying to regain control and very interesting how Patrick,someone that she is attracted,that she had a relationship but had not clousere in the same way she didn't have closure with her career appearing with her old " I told ya " t-shirt,a reminder or her past when everything was more simple ,when she still had her career and all her dreams.

That is why I would never understand these takes,that instead of watching Tashi as a person who can take horrible decisions that hurt her and others, is this villain that is always just planning and scheming to use the boys attraction for her to manipulate them.

[archangeldyke-all]

Anon may not be flirting but I am tf, my partner and I are tryna kiss you Angel 😏 consensually ofc

nah im jp (or am i~) but this leads me into my ask

reader in a throuple with ran and sevika

i read 'throuple with ran and sev' and i passed out and died and was resurrected by sappho herself to make this happen

men and minors dni

okay but imagine you walk into the last drop and ran and sev have been dating for a bit and they see you and come up to you and ran's like 'hey, me and my gf saw you from across the bar and we really dig your vibe' lasjdf;laksjdf;lkj i'd pass out

you and ran would constantly be playing practical jokes on sevika. one of you distracting her with kisses while the other ties her shoelaces together, or both of you answering to each other's names when she calls.

you and sevika would tease ran sexually all. the. time. they're a little feral. so you and sevika kissing in front of them, or groping each other, or even just fondling each other, it drives ran fucking crazy.

sevika and ran would tease you non fucking stop. about everything. the way you chew, if you mispronounce words, sometimes even the way you breathe. you just roll your eyes and bite back the smile threatening to pull up your lips at the sound of your lovers' laughs.

(of course, if anyone else tries to poke fun at you in the same way, they better be prepared for Two Death Glares from your gf and partner-- and then maybe actual death ajsal;sdjlk)

hng, sevika making you and ran make out in bed while she watches?

and you guys get so into it you kinda forget sev's even there until she rips you guys apart and pins one of you to the bed to fuck you, making the other ride their face??

fuckkkkk... getting spitroasted by the two of them

they'd be so into making a mess of you. a lot of times, sex is just sevika and ran competing to see who can make you moan louder.

sevika walking between the two of you, one of her hands in each of your back pockets, a smirk on her lips

you and ran getting into mischief together, then running to your Scary Girlfriend to protect you when someone calls you out on it.

of course, sevika intimidates the fuck outta whoever you pissed off, but then once they leave she just rolls her eyes and glares at the two of you giggling.

constant bickering between sevika and ran because they're both so strong-headed and stubborn. not actual arguments, just little spats and petty disagreements that you have to settle.(you usually settle it by just flashing the two of them. it shuts them both up pretty quickly)

ran and sev bonding over their mech arms and you feel left out :( asking them to chop one of your limbs off so you can fit in and they just laugh at you

having to have a california king sized bed to comfortably fit the three of you (and sevika's giant ass)

ran does all the finances in the house. sevika does the cooking, you do the chores.

but small things like dishes and laundry-- that's on a rotating schedule. (ran always tries to get out of their chores. bribing you and sev with head or money or snacks. sevika will catch you doing laundry on ran's day and snort, 'they got to you, huh?' she asks. you nod. 'i don't think they've done laundry in two weeks now.' she says, shaking her head with a fond smile.)

you and ran make sevika laugh more, you guys make her a whole lot happier. you and sevika bring out ran's wild side, they feel safe enough around the two of you to be completely wild and feral. and, of course, ran and sevika let you be as unapologeticly yourself, not worried about anyone's reaction when you've got two of the strongest mfs in zaun by your side.

god i have a million thoughts about this.

also! be sure to check out @abitohoney's submit! the newest part is a ran/sev/reader threesome. it's so fucking good and hot holy fuck.

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[necrotic-nephilim]

back on my bullshit. jaycasstalia (all combinations), cassrose × cheshire, deaddove jaydonna, jaytemis × rose, cass × artemis (that one wfa panel), koricass, jaykori dead dove, jay × jessica cruz

hello welcome back i adore the bullshit. i have to admit that i dislike JayKori and tbh i don't like or know Kori well enough to enjoy any ship with her she just. exists outside of my periphery and isn't the sort of character i'd enjoy. so those i fear i am unable to give thoughts there BUT THE OTHERS-

JayCassTalia is !!! so good? i really like Talia and i've been getting more and more into the al Ghuls so i find that fascinating. i think the respect Talia would have for Cass could almost border on a motherly jealousy, wishing *she* had honed her child into such a perfect weapon. i think CassTalia could be such a fun sort of mother/daughter incest ship of Talia promising to take better care of Cass. and then Jason in the mix is so fun bc Talia rlly shaped Jason for who he is today and i do think she loved him. maybe she loved what she saw of Bruce in him or maybe she loved how he existed outside of Bruce. both work so well. Talia being into both of them and them both falling for the attention of an older woman? yes i love it (also i will one up you with this- JayCassTaliaNyssa. fuck with Talia and Nyssa's complex over each other)

CassRoseChesire is so good from the thought of traumatized daddy issues and all of them being raised to be weapons, not ppl. the solidarity in that combined with feeling like being the only ppl who understand what that's like? it's so good. and it also has such fun conflicts in where they all fall on moral issues. very much a "you don't have to be human around me so stop pretending" sort of throuple and man, the potential in that complex in general. i feel like they'd get cannibalism as a metaphor for love shit.

dead dove JayDonna is VERY interesting, oh my god i never would've considered dead doving Donna. i haven't read a *ton* of comics with Donna but something about Jason expecting her to be a safe person on the Titans he can go to during his very brief period on the Titans and it turns out she's not and she takes complete advantage of him is *so* fun. i like if she's maybe projecting a want for Dick onto Jason too, but she sees Jason as a Robin that she can mold into a better partner than Dick is so this is the even better choice. she gets a blank slate she can make whatever she wants and it's so easy to make him obsessed with her if you lean into the "Jason is a Wonder Woman fan" sort of thing, with her telling all sorts of stories about Diana and promising she'll introduce them someday just to keep Jason coming back around to her.

Jaytemis and Rose truly is a ship that is just "Jason Todd deserves to be torn to shreds by strong woman" and ykw, i support that agenda. i do not think he'd be able to walk half the time but i think he'd enjoy it. i personally enjoy 90s Artemis the most and i think that version of Artemis before DC softened her for Jason could be SO fun oh my god. she would not put up with his shit and would drag him around like a leashed dog. and Rose is a great third for them bc she's also absolutely unhinged and fucked up enough to want Jason on a leash. tbh i see this almost very dark in a controlling with, but that's the fun of it for me. <3

i've not read enough of WFA to know what you're referencing BUT i think CassArtemis could be fun. (tho i hate that one Outlaws comic where Artemis oneshots Cass and calls her a child bc wdym Artemis can oneshot Cass but anyway-) typically i like Artemis and Helena as far as shipping her with a Batfam woman, but there's fun in letting a strong woman look down at Cass and just decide to chuck Cass over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. i think she'd enjoy just how strong of a fighter Cass is. freak4freak but it's sapphic and they're arguing most of the time.

Jason/Jessica is SUPER interesting. i don't know if Jason and Jessica have a ton of interactions in canon? i've not read much of Rebirth BUT i will always love sticking Jason with a Lantern. JayKyle is my personal fave but i'd love to see Jason helping Jessica out of her shell and getting her to be more confident after her trauma. they cope with trauma in very different ways so i find the idea of putting them together sort of fun to see where they'd clash and align. would he scare her? yes but that's the fun of it. fear kink core.

also, i offer you some of my Jason and Cass rarepairs bc i think you would Get It anon:

JasonOnyx (i just wish we got more out of their interaction in UTRH and Onyx should hunt Jason down for revenge and they fuck nasty about it idk)

JasonBette (Bette's whole obsession over Dick when he was Robin, but she's obsessed with Jaybin instead and it carries over when he becomes Red Hood and Jason cannot get rid of her)

CassBarda (all i got out of the current BoP run is "mmm. sapphic size kink.")

[the-whispers-of-death]

OOH "others try to date the two of you for clout" oh. my god. i am loving this situationship drama. i dont see as them dating eachother, just being 3 (way too close for comfort) close friends maybe (AS FAR AS THE MEDIA KNOWS AHEM WINK WINK)

maybe some asshole moviestar is getting all buddy buddy with the reader during filming, cause they seem like the easiest way to get "in" the inner circle they have. and like. kali and stone are on set and cant really do much atm and reader's on break while the crewmate handles their duties for a bit

something something asshole moviestar is trying and failing to charm the reader into answering a tonna *weird* questions about their relationship w stone and kali, or just trying to trick them into admitting theyre a throuple with microphones nearby and running. anything to get a share of that drama pie.

or on a different note, stone and kali being on a talk show/interview with someone, and they presumed they'd be just the two of them cause reader had to do set managment. only for the host to be like "oh, and! we managed to get our hands on a very special guest, who we think you'll like~" and maybe its just reader all dolled up for the show (most likely more nervous than stone cuz. hes never BEEN on cameras or in front of a live audience in this way before. always used to the behind the scenes stuff)

~ rusty

Actor!Stone's cold and stoic demeanor breaks in front of everyone he just starts going in on the talk show host, because clearly you're so uncomfortable and why the hell did they think this was a good idea?

Morning afterwards, there are posts and news articles about how Actor!Kali had to stop Stone from cursing the talkshow host out and Stone's competitors think "This is it, finally, a Stone scandal."

Only for the public to rally their support behind you and commend Stone on defending one of his boyfriends.

[smilingformoney]

Got bored at work. Made some incorrect quotes for my current blorbo couples and throuple (Betty/Sinclair, Dave/Charley, Lionel/yn/Eli). bon appetit.

Eli: How do I make a date romantic?

Lionel: Be mysterious!

[later]

yn: Where are we going?

Eli: None of your fucking business.

—

yn: I think we can be evil, as a treat.

Eli: We?

yn: We :)

—

Eli: Do you want to play 20 questions?

yn: Sure. What’s your favourite colour?

Eli: Triangle. Do you love me?

—

yn: Aren’t you embarrassed about being related to the evil Judge Turpin?

Lionel: Honestly, I’m more embarrassed about being related to Sinclair.

—

Eli: not evil anymore I want to be loved now

[minor inconvenience]

Eli: evil again

—

Lionel: you all only hate me because you do not like me and I am mean to you. grow up.

—

Lionel: No one can hurt me if I’m cold and detached and not emotionally invested in anyone

yn: hi :)

Lionel: *sweating* shit

—

Eli: DO NOT CLICK ON ANY LINKS THAT SAY “YN ONLYFANS NUDES LEAKED” IT PUTS A VIRUS ON YOUR PHONE THAT PUTS YOUR KEYBOARD ON CAPS LOCK PERMANENTLY

Lionel: THANK YOU FOR THE WARNING

—

Charley: Truth or dare?

Dave: Truth.

Charley: When was the last time you slept?

Dave: Dare.

Charley: I dare you to go to sleep.

Dave: I don’t like this game.

—

yn: You keep saying we’re a couple.

Eli, under his breath: I wish.

yn: What?

Eli: I said “that bitch.”

—

Lionel: I think your family liked me...

yn: My mom begged you to marry me before we left.

—

yn: What do you notice first when someone approaches you?

Lionel: The audacity.

—

yn: What is love?

Lionel: An emotional minefield.

Eli: A neurochemical reaction.

Sinclair: 🎵 Baby don't hurt me 🎵

—

yn: I’m sorry I said you suck

Eli:

yn: I thought you knew

—

Eli: *bursting into the room* You two ARE having sex!!

Lionel: Really? yn, why didn't you tell me? I would've put my book down

—

Eli, holding a rock: yn just gave this to me and said "I feel like you deserve the moon but all I can give you is a rock".

Lionel: If you don't marry her, I will.

—

Sinclair: I like your top, yn!
Lionel: I have a name, you know. 
yn: *sighs* Why. Why are you like this.

—

yn: Why do you let me win when we race up the stairs? You’re the faster one. 
Eli: Erm... it’s nice see your smile when you win! 
*later* 
yn: He’s probably just staring at my ass, isn’t he?
Lionel, also staring at yn’s ass: Yeah, probably.

—

Lionel: Hey, what’s up? 
yn: The sky. 
Lionel: No, I meant like, what are you doing? 
yn: Oh, Eli. 
Eli: *highfives yn* Nice!

—

Eli: How do you tell someone that you wanna have sex with them in a polite way? 
Lionel: Excuse me miss. Would you give me the honours of indulging in sexual activities with you? 
yn: What the fuck is wrong with you two?

—

yn: In my defense, I was left unsupervised. 
Lionel: Wasn’t Eli with you? 
Eli: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

—

Lionel: What did Eli do this time? 
yn: More like WHO did Eli do this time?

—

Eli: When I was married, you know what my wife often said to me? 
yn: Please stop sleeping with other people?

—

Eli, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe? 
Lionel: Yeah, sure. 
*A few minutes later* 
Lionel: Here you go. 
Eli: 
Lionel: 
yn: Why am I here?

—

Lionel: I asked yn out. 
Eli: Oh, I’m sorry. 
Lionel: Why? 
Eli: Well, I assume she said no. 
Lionel: No, she said yes. 
Eli: Really? Then I’m sorry for her.

—

yn: Why would anyone want to harm Eli? 
Lionel: Maybe because they met him?

—

yn: Sorry, I'm late to the party. I've been doing things. 
Lionel, entering in an unbuttoned shirt: I got caught up doing things too. 
Sinclair: Wow, yn was late too! What a coincidence!

—

Lionel: *heading out to see yn* 
Eli: Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do! 
Lionel: I think I crossed that line when I got a date.

—

Lionel: So, what is Eli to you? 
yn: The reason I wake up every morning. 
Lionel: ...That’s adorable. 
Eli earlier that morning, barging into yn′s room, smacking pans together: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!

—

Lionel: We all have our demons. 
yn, grabbing Eli: This one’s mine!

—

Eli: What have you done with yn? 
Lionel: Nothing. Why, do you think I should?

—

*Betty is telling a story* 
Sinclair: Wow, yn, this story has everything! Action! Adventure! Romance! 
Lionel: Romance? 
Sinclair: I have a crush on her.

—

yn: Having two partners is both amazing and complicated. But all our problems are solved with communication. 
Eli: It’s my turn to cuddle yn. 
Lionel: FIVE MORE MINUTES DAMMIT!

—

yn: Hi, sorry I’m late. I was doing a couple of things and got distracted. 
Lionel: I’m “a couple of things”. 
Eli: I’m “got distracted”.

—

Sinclair: Who do we know that has handcuffs? 
yn: Well Eli and I- 
Eli: *elbows yn* 
yn: ...wouldn't know.

—

yn: So, are you two friends? 
Sinclair: Yes. 
Lionel: No.

—

yn: Is there a cactus where your heart should be? 
Eli: What’s up your ass this morning?!
Lionel: *walks in* ...Hey.

—

Eli: Love is weakness and an evolutionary mistake. 
Lionel: You are literally making a Valentine’s day card for yn. 
Eli, pointing his hot glue gun towards Lionel: You’re on thin fucking ice.

—

yn: Two years ago, I married my best friend. 
yn: Eli is still mad about it, but me and Lionel were drunk and thought it was funny.

—

Eli: So, are you two dating now? 
Lionel & yn: Yes. 
Eli: Why? 
Lionel: I happen to find yn very appealing. 
Eli: Yeah, I can understand that. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with yn.

—

Lionel: Are you a painting? 
yn: What-? 
Lionel: Because I want to pin you to a wall. 
Sinclair: OH GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY YOU WANTED TO HANG HER OR SOMETHING-

—

yn, talking about Sinclair: Is this a friend of yours, Lionel? 
Lionel: Kind of? Not really. He’s in my life and there's nothing I can do about it.

—

Eli: Due to personal reasons, I will be fucking sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box. 
Lionel: Did yn say 'I love you' and you said 'Thanks'? 
Eli: THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL–

—

Eli: Hello all, it is I, your favorite person. 
Lionel: Actually, yn is my favourite. 
Eli: Okay then, it is I, that bitch.

—

Sinclair, excitedly: Heeyy!! 
yn: Hey, someone's excited. 
Lionel, deadpan: Yeah, and it's making me sick.

—

*at 3am* 
Eli: *runs into yn’s room and turns on the light* Wake up sleepyhead! 
yn: *wakes up* Dude! 
Eli: *cackles* 
Lionel: *sits up from where they were sleeping behind yn* What the fuck, Eli? 
Eli: *jaw drops* Wait WHAT-

—

yn: *sucking on a popsicle* 
Lionel: Pfft, you practicing for when Eli gets here? 
yn: *takes a huge ass bite out of the popsicle* 
Lionel: *Concern*

—

yn: I’m afraid of clowns. There, I said it. 
Lionel: yn, if you don't like clowns, why are you hanging with Eli?

—

Lionel: Ooh, somebody has a crush 
Eli: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on yn I just think she’s cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about her. 
*Later that night* 
Eli, very much awake: Uh oh.

—

Eli: If I say I love you, will you say it back? 
yn: Yes. 
Eli: I love you. 
yn: It back. 
*Later* 
Lionel: Why is Eli crying face-down on the floor?

—

Eli: yn you can’t move in with Lionel. 
yn: Why not? 
Eli: Well, um, how are you going to feel when he sees you without any makeup? 
yn: I’m not wearing makeup right now. 
Eli: Holy crap, you’re beautiful.

—

yn, at an awards show: Well, first of all, I’d like to thank Lionel, the love of my life, for telling me Eli was going to win so don’t bother to prepare a speech.

—

Sinclair, reading a recipe: Beat three eggs? 
Lionel: It means like in hand-to-hand combat. 
Sinclair: Ohhhh- 
yn: Both of you get out of this kitchen.

—

yn: Well, remember when Eli made a romantic dinner for me? 
Lionel: yn, he microwaved you a pizza.

—

yn: So, what’s Lionel's type? 
Eli: Brown eyes, kind, oblivious, good sense of humor, turtle lover. 
yn: Sounds kind of like me. Too bad we’re just friends. 
Eli: Did I mention oblivious? 
yn: Yeah, why? 
Eli: Okay, just making sure.

—

Lionel: So, how long have you and yn been together? 
Eli: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. yn and I are not together. No. No. 
Lionel: Really? Sixteen ‘nos’? Really?

-/

*Eli and yn flirting with each other yet again* 
Lionel: And you two are sure you're not dating? 
Eli: 100%. 
yn: Of course not! Why would you think that? 
Lionel: I wonder why that possibility would even cross my mind, yn. I fucking wonder.

—

Lionel: Come on, Eli. Nobody actually believes that yn is in love with me. 
Eli, to everyone: Raise your hand if you think that yn is helplessly in love with Lionel. 
*Everyone raises their hand* 
Lionel: yn, put your hand down.

—

Lionel: Did yn just tell me she loved me for the first time? 
Eli: Yeah, she did. 
Lionel: And did I just do finger guns back? 
Eli: Yeah, you did.

—

yn: What is everyone for Halloween? 
Lionel: I’m superman. 
Eli: A clown. 
yn: So I’m guessing we don’t need to get you a costume then?

—

Eli: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room. 
Lionel: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you. 
*yn walks in* 
Lionel: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

—

Lionel: Is this your plan B? 
yn: Technically, this is plan P. 
Lionel: Plan P? Is there a plan M? 
yn: Yes, but I marry Eli in plan M. 
Eli: I like plan M.

—

Sinclair, carrying a box: What would you say if- if I, hypothetically, came home with 7 kittens one day? 
Betty: … 
Betty: What’s in the box? 
Sinclair: What woul- 
Betty: Sinclair, what’s in the box? 
Sinclair: I think you know.

—

Sinclair: I give up. I am so tired. 
yn: Get the emergency supply! 
Lionel: *carries Betty and places her in front of Sinclair* 
Betty: *smiles* 
Sinclair: AND I AM BACK BABY, LET’S GOOO

—

yn: Go on, give Betty a compliment. 
Sinclair: How do you expect me to do that? 
yn: Just say something that you wish someone would say to you. 
Sinclair: Uhh… You are now unbanned from Free Ham Sandwich Day! 
Betty, sobbing: Nobody’s ever said that to me before!

—

Betty: That’s the key slice of truth we need to complete the entire truth pie. 
Sinclair: Ooh, can we get some actual pie? 
Betty: I like the way you think.

—

Betty: What language do they speak at the center of the earth? 
Betty: Core-ean 
Sinclair: The center of the earth is arond 5430 degrees Celsius! Nobody is going to live there so they don’t need a language! 
Betty: …Core-ean.

—

Sinclair: Remember that time as kids you dared me to lick a swingset? 
Lionel: No, I said "Sinclair, don't lick that swingset" and you said "Don't tell me what to do" and licked the swingset.

—

yn: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles. 
Sinclair: Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one? 
yn: Seize the dick.

—

Betty: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait. 
Sinclair: You and me! 
Betty: *tearing up* Ok.

—

Charley: Hey, Dave, where are you going? 
Dave: Well, it depends. When I die, probably hell. 
Dave: But right now I’m going to McDonald’s.

—

Dave: Are you trying to seduce me? 
Charley: Why, are you seducible?

—

Eli: I am so cool. I am an absolute Chad. I am the epitome of coolness and awesomeness— 
yn: Hi. 
Eli: *melts down in a flustered heap of softness*

—

Dave: I drink to forget but I always remember. 
Charley: You're drinking orange juice.

—

Lionel: They don’t make them like me no more. I’m the last of my kind. 
Eli: Thank god.

—

Charley: My toxic trait is that I truly believe I could win a fight against anybody if I was mad enough. You might have the strength and size, but I have the pure, unfiltered rage.

—

Lionel: I hope no one lowkey hates me. 
Lionel: Highkey hate me. Hate me with every fiber of your being. 
Lionel: Go big or go home.

—

yn: Sinclair won’t come out of his room! 
Betty: Just tell him I said something. 
yn: Like what? 
Betty: Anything factually incorrect. 
yn, shrugging: If you say so. 
Sinclair, arriving moments later: Did you just say the sun is a PLANET?

—

yn: So uh, for this party and everything, do you, uh... 
Lionel, sighing: You don't know how to dress for this, do you? 
yn, panicked: WHAT IS CLOTHES???

—

Dave: In alcohol’s defense, I’ve done some pretty dumb shit while completely sober too.

—

yn: Know why I called you in here? 
Sinclair: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic. 
yn: *Stops pouring two glasses of wine.* Accidentally?

—

Sinclair: I got grounded for a whole week just because I came home late. 
Lionel: Well, you deserved it. I mean, getting everyone's hopes up like that and then showing up again.

—

Sinclair: How is the most beautiful person in the world? 
Betty: *blushing* I— 
Lionel, butting into the conversation: yn is perfect, thanks for asking.

—

Betty, dashing into the room: WHY AREN’T THE DISHES IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER?! 
Sinclair: …What does that even mean?!

—

Sinclair: What’s sexting? 
Lionel: I'm not having this conversation with you.

—

Dave: Did you just refer to a knife as a “people-opener”? 
Charley: 
Charley: …Should I not have?

—

Murderer: Any last words? 
Charley: Do you think I'm cute? Be honest.

—

Dave: Hey, can I get a sip of that water? 
Charley: It’s not water. 
Dave: Vodka! I like your sty- 
Charley: It’s vinegar. 
Dave: …What? 
Charley: It's vinegar, PUSSY.

—

Sinclair: sSSSHIT- I BURNT MY LIP- 
Betty: ...Why the fuck would you even drink coffee with a METAL STRAW in the FIRST PLACE?? 
Sinclair: BECAUSE WE WERE OUT OF THE PLASTIC ONES!

—

Sinclair: I was going to suggest we do Marilyn Monroe and JFK roleplay, but I’d get way too into it. 
Betty: What- how? 
Sinclair: You’d be like “come to bed … Mr. President” and I’d be like, “I need to increase the amount of American military advisors in South Vietnam by a factor of 18.”

—

Dave: What do you call disobeying the law? 
Charley: A hobby. 
Dave: *crosses his arms* 
Charley: That we do not engage in.

—

Charley: *mixing different alcoholic beverages together* 
Dave: What are you making? 
Charley: A mistake.

—

Betty: Are you coming to bed? 
Sinclair: I can't. This is important. 
Betty: What? 
Sinclair: Someone is wrong on the internet.

—

Sinclair: *Laughs* Babe, you had a crush on me? That’s embarrassing— 
Betty: We’re married.

—

Sinclair: What if Cinderella was a baking slave instead of a cleaning slave, and her name was Mozzarella? 
Eli: Don't ever speak to me again.

—

Sinclair: Punch me in the face. 
Lionel: ...Punch you? 
Sinclair: Yes, punch me, didn’t you hear me? 
Lionel: I always hear ‘punch me in the face’ while you’re speaking but it’s usually just subtext.

—

Betty: Isn't it weird that people kill mosquitoes just because they're annoying? 
Sinclair: Damn, if people did that to each other, Lionel would've killed me years ago.

—

Lionel: Sinclair noticed only today that he can label his email inboxes, but he took apart his entire bloody laptop two weeks ago. 
Betty: This reminds me of the Sinclair who couldn’t turn on the coffee maker, but remembers about 500 digits of pi. 
Lionel: I’ll be delighted to inform you that this is the very same Sinclair.

—

Sinclair: You know what I’ve realized? 
Lionel: Some thoughts are better left unsaid? 
Sinclair: Nice try, anyways-

—

Sinclair: I truly go into housewife mode when I'm someone's soulmate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning. 
Betty: This is a lie. 
Betty: I'm literally dating him. This is a lie. 
Betty: HE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS.

[mercurygray]

Fic writer interview

Thank you to @hesbuckcompton-baby for the tag!!

How many works do you have on AO3? 102, but I only started posting there in 2014. There is more fic dating back much farther on my ff.net account.

What’s your total AO3 word count? 1,035,887

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? The Darkening Sky - Band of Brothers She dealt her pretty words like blades - Little Women (2019) Waited for and Wanted - House of the Dragon More than a Team - Band of Brothers At Home, Alone - Prodigal Son

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I do! The way I figure, you've taken the time to write me something (and not everyone does) and the least I can do is say thank you, and maybe weigh in with some extra piece of lore or process.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? I never finished writing this ending, but one of my TURN fics, La Fille du Regiment, was going to end with my character Margaret Frances running away from the character who was in love with her. They met in the middle of a war, and he was married, and she just wasn't convinced that it was ever going to work in her favor. So she ran away, and quickly married someone else who'd expressed interest earlier in the story. (There was also the small matter of her getting pregnant, which changed the time-table some.) Margaret was going to meet her love interest again some thirty years later and have him realize that the man with her is, in fact, his son, whom he'd never known about.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending? A Rose Among the Briars is my big LOTR fic and I think really does have the happiest ending - Boromir doesn't die, gets married to a lovely woman, has kids, and lives happily ever after.

Do you write crossovers? I am a multi-verse madwoman. I love crossovers.

Have you ever received hate on a fic? YES. A Rose Among the Briars got some fun comments back in the day, including one particularly memorable comment from a woman who lambasted me for writing an OC who was younger than Boromir because 'he wouldn't go for that'.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? When the mood strikes me! I've written a lot of M/F smut and a tiny taster of M/M/F throuple things.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of?

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, I have! A Rose Among the Briars was translated into French (at least partially) by someone who just loved the story.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? I have! I used to do a lot of tag-team writing via instant messenger with several friends - they'd write a line, and you'd write a line back. It was a really, really interesting way to write and it sent scenes in very different and fun directions. Stopping to clarify things, or ask where they wanted something to go was really instructive.

What’s your all-time favorite ship? I think in terms of the volume of fic I wrote for them, my favorite ship has to be Emma Green and Henry Hopkins, from Mercy Street. I just really liked their character dynamic - he was the chaplain at a military hospital, trying to wrestle with past mistakes and what his role was in a war where he wasn't carrying a gun, and she was the privledged daughter of a wealthy slaveholder trying to find her place in a world that was changing all around her. Both of them had these really meaty moral storylines and there was just a lot of opportunity for poetry and scripture and longing glances and forbidden love and it was just really, really good.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? I have this throuple thing I started writing for MOTA that will probably never see the light of day.

What are your writing strengths? People have told me recently that they really like my dialogue, and my ability to really capture canon character voices as true to form. I was also told I have an uncanny ability to introduce people and immediately make you care about them, which I'm pretty proud of.

What are your writing weaknesses? Keeping things short.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I actually kind of like it! I speak a little bit of French, and some Italian, but I always try to check with a native speaker if I'm adding whole lines in a different language.

What was the first fandom you wrote for? Lord of the Rings. And that fic is still on ff.net if you want to go read it. I keep it there to keep me humble.

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to? I honestly can't think of one! Because I do so much shorter format stuff here on my tumblr, if I have an idea it usually ends up getting written!

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written? I am the most proud of The Darkening Sky. It was a three and a half year labor of love and far and away the most 'successful' thing I've ever written, but I gained so many new friends and people who just really loved the characters I created and I actually finished it! I'm notorious for not finishing big projects.

Tagging @mads-weasley, @latibvles, @basilone, @softguarnere, @softspeirs, @noneedtoamputate and anyone else who's writing fic for Masters of the Air right now!

[slafkovskys]

What’s the conversation between scottie, jimmy, and ryan about them dating her?

it’s almost one am when she notices that hall light is still on. they had departed almost an hour before, she retiring to ryan’s room, jimmy to his own, and ryan to the couch, and she had been tossing around ever since. she couldn’t stop thinking about the way that ryan had touched her, the way that jimmy had so readily offered to host her for the night-

she hears their muffled voices and decides then that it was time for answers. she rolls out of ryan’s bed and opens the door, quietly toeing down the hall. she stops just short of the livingroom, eyes going wide when she hears jimmy’s familiar voice, “i don’t think it’s fair that you get to have her-”

“i’m older!” ryan chimes like a child.

“i brought her here. i made the first move. that’s what we agreed on, chesley,” she can hear the annoyance in jimmy’s voice, “i’m asking her out in the morning.”

“she’s sleeping in my bed right now, dude. do you think you’re getting to her first or something?” ryan sounds amused and it’s at that moment scottie somehow loses her footing, slamming her hand against the wall to stop herself from falling. the room goes quiet before ryan calls out, “scottie?”

“sorry, i was just-” she pokes her head around the corner. under the gaze of the two boys, she feels small, “i got thirsty.”

“you drink that whole bottle of water already?” jimmy questions and she swallows a lump in her throat. they had sent her off with basically a jug of water and she knows that she’s caught. “how much did you hear?”

“nothing-”

“scottie,” ryan warns and her eyes drift to him, “how much did you hear?”

“do you two have a problem with sharing or something?” she blurts out and both of their eyes go wide, “i mean, you’re arguing about who can have me. why does their have to be a choice?”

“i-”

“we didn’t know that that was an option,” jimmy says the words carefully and ryan nods along.

“it’s an option,” scottie confirms with a shy smile on her lips, “why don’t you boys figure out if that’s something that you would be interested in and we can talk in the morning, yeah?”

with her heart pounding in her chest, she leaves the two boys behind and all but scampers back to the safety of ryan’s room. she closes the door maybe a little too loudly and covers her hand with her mouth to prevent the scream from escaping.

scottie larsson, who hadn’t done more than a stupid makeout session at her graduation party, had just proposed a throuple with two guys she’s known for maybe four hours?

what the fuck was minnesota making of her?

[the-sky-the-stars-the-sea]

Okay people of Tumblr. Now it’s time for you to go wild or do nothing.

Get this post to 100k notes and I’ll give my tumblr-using crush my url.

Get this post to 200k notes to get me and I’ll tell said crush I have a crush on them. (Yes telling them my url and telling them are two different things and yes both require lots of motivation just go with it)

(Yeah I know they’d probably figure out I have a crush on them once they find my tumblr but we’re not into logistics right now)

Get this post to 300k notes and I will ask said crush plus my other crush if they maybe want to start a polycule. (I keep imagining we’d make a great throuple)

Get this post to 500k notes and I’ll tell my other other crush who is also polyam that I’m open to dating them if they are open to the idea of dating me.

Get this post to 666k notes and I’ll tell my roommate of one week (school trip) that I’ve had a crush on them since the autumn of 2020.

Get this post to 999,999 notes and I’ll tell my childhood best friend that I have known for as long as we’ve been friends that I’ve always loved them and always will, and maybe not just in a platonic or queer platonic way. (I still can’t figure out just how I love them. I just feel like I’m hiding something from them when they don’t know just how much I feel for them)

Make any homophobic/transphobic/aphobic/ anti-polyamory comment and you’re blocked.

No you are not allowed to judge my non-existent love life or my looking for love priorities. I can’t stop you from asking questions but I can’t guarantee I’ll give you answers (though I am more likely to give answers to genuine questions)

And because I’m curious, here’s a poll:

If you see this post after the poll closes (look I know that some people know how to manipulate polls to make them longer than a week but I’m not that smart) but still wanna answer the question just put in comments or tags which one(s) you’re most invested in.

Alright, Tumblr. I’ll give you 6-12 months. I’ll shorten the length if this takes off faster than a rocket. However this will remain the same: if this post does not reach 100k notes by the Ides Of March 2025, then nothing will happen.

(also if you think I should rearrange these priorities feel free to tell me, I’m open to opinions)

Alright tumblr. Do (or don’t do) your thing.

[moody-alcoholic]

Truth

I am not ignorant to the fact I’m writing a gay sex scene and everyone is hanging out in Syria. Resources below.

Guardians of Equality Movement

Syria LGBTQI+ Resources

Equaldex LGBT rights in Syria

I cant stop writing for this series. Every time I say I'll take a break I pump out another outline...

MDNI +18 content

Summary: Ghoap x Reader, throuple. Slow burn (sorry but not sorry). 2.7k words. Reader is female (she/her), army nurse, non descript physical features, names used: Ashe.

CW: MDNI +18 content Mentions of torture, torture, smut, blowjob (male receiving & giving), language. First proper Johnny x Simon scene, IDK it just felt right...

Previous parts - masterlist - next part

Enjoy <3

Johnny was grabbing something to eat in the canteen when he watched Ghost walked over to him. He knew something was wrong, he had that cold look in his eyes. The one he gets when he has to focus on the job and nothing else matters, not even him. Johnny swallowed hard standing up to meet Ghost. 

“Come.” It’s all he says but it makes the hairs stand up on the back of Johnny’s neck. Johnny follows they walk into an observation room. Johnny gasps when he sees you handcuffed the table head hanging down.

“What happened?” Johnny asked looking round the room his eyes falling on Jack who’s stood there arms crossed. 

“We believe she’s responsible for the murder of the doctor.” Jack says. Johnny laughs, looking around at everyone else being serious.

“Christ, what’s the evidence?” Johnny asked.

“Her ID was used to withdraw large amounts of insulin which is believed to be the cause of death.” Johnny looked at Jack shocked then at Price. 

“Has she said anything?” Johnny asked feeling sick. There is no way you did that, this has to be a set up, something… Johnny just knew it in his gut, you were innocent.

“No, she’s not talking.” Price said, Johnny could hear something in his voice. Sadness? Annoyance?

“I heard you are very good at your job lieutenant,” Jack says taking a step closer to Ghost. 

“‘Pends on what you heard.” Ghost replies remaining still, looking through the one way glass you’ve not moved, not wanting them to see your pained expression.

“I heard you can get people to talk, and we really need her to talk.” Jack says. 

“We can try other ways before sending Ghost in.” Price says. Jack scoffs.

“If she’s been trained by the enemy she won’t break.” He says walking to the door. 

“You have 24 hours to get her to talk or you’re out of here.” Everyone looked at Price. He went to sit down.

“You heard him, make her talk.” Price says.

“We don’t torture innocent people.” Ghost’s voice is level, he still hasn’t moved. 

“We’re not torturing anyone just question her you’ve got to buy me some time, look like you’re doing your jobs so I can figure out a solution.” Price sighs.    

“It’s wrong.” Johnny says. Price sighs again getting up. 

“LT, Gaz go to security I want anything you can find, from the moment she wakes up in the morning to the second she’s asleep. She takes a piss I want to know about it, where her card was swiped who has seen her anything, and quickly before Jack can replace staff.” Price says as he walks over to Johnny. 

“Come on let’s go have a chat with her, maybe she’ll tell us something useful” Price says his hand on Johnny’s shoulder. Johnny knows Price is trying to calm him but there is nothing on the face of the world right not that can slow his mind. He looks back through the window, guilt rises up as Ghost and Gaz leave the room. It’s times like this Johnny envies Simon being able to hide his face. Price squeezes his shoulder he looks in Price’s eyes, they look sad understanding. It doesn't make Johnny feel any better.

—————————— 

You can’t look at Simon’s eyes when he’s the room, the caramel eyes you used to lose yourself in, they’re just dark now, dark and uncaring. Johnny’s in sometimes, he won’t even look at you let alone in your eyes any more, the eyes you used to look in for comfort, love, hope. You don’t know what's worse. Price is the one who questions you, always the same questions. 

How did you do it? 

Why did you do it? 

Who do you work for? 

How long have you known about 141? 

Did you get close to them on purpose? 

Did you use them to get information on 141? 

Why?

He never says their names, Johnny, Simon. It’s always just ‘them’ he doesn’t have to say their names, you know who he means. Maybe you did betray them? Maybe this was all your fault? 

By the second day you can’t remember the doctors name, just the fact he’s leaving a kid and a wife behind. You’re moved into a windowless cell, you’re woken up at random times, you’re starting to lose track of time. It’s only after what you think is the third day it becomes violent. Jack is the only one who’s violent, he’s around a lot more, there are new questions. 

Why this base? 

Why now? 

Do you know anything about the arms sales to Al-qatala? 

Have you ever been to Urzikstan? 

Why kill an innocent doctor? 

Why insulin? 

Why are you betraying 141? 

Why?

Jack is the only one who will look you in the eye, he likes to look you in the eyes but he’s not kind. You become numb to the attacks, the repetitiveness of the torture, you hate that word, torture, it makes you feel guilty. You’re not guilty. Or maybe you are. 

“I wouldn’t use insulin.” You say after a particularly rough session. 

“What’s that?” jack asks, his face up in yours but you can still only just make out his features, nose, lips, chin, in your blurry haze he just looks angry. 

“If I was going to kill him I wouldn’t use insulin, too easy to be traced.” He doesn't like that answer, he doesn’t like anything you say if it’s true or not. 

You enjoy Gaz’s visit’s, he’s the member of 141 you had not met yet, he brings you food, soup or rice mostly. He doesn't question you, doesn't talk to you. Just tries to feed you food, or at least swallow gulps of water that burn your throat. He doesn’t need to do this for you, you don’t know him, he makes you feel strangely guilty. You used to spit out the food not accepting anything from him, when he said they would start tube feeding you, you relented accepting the spoonful's of thick soup or rice and beans. He’s got kind eyes. 

You don’t see Simon or Johnny anymore, maybe they’ve given up on you, maybe they don’t care. Jack tells you they don’t care. Price is there sometimes you think, it’s getting harder to tell, the passage of time becoming almost impossible to follow, you think it’s been 3 days, maybe 4, maybe 5. Your stomach growls, you haven’t seen the sunlight in days. Your body hurts from being upright all the time. 

“You should give her a break.” It’s Simon’s voice that pulls you out of your half conscious state. You see him stood in the door way, all black, his face covered. It’s not the voice you know, not the kind voice you’re used to it’s something different. It makes you shiver, makes the hairs stand up on your body. You try not to cry, only letting tears fall down your face after Gaz has been, then you know you’ll be left alone for a few hours. You don’t want to let them break you but it’s becoming harder to think.    

Someone bursts bursts through the door to the room pinning Jack to the wall. The noise makes you jump and you try to lift your head up but it’s too hard, your neck hurts. You blink hearing shouting, then you feel hands on your face, it feels like Johnny’s hands they’re warm he’s forcing you to look at his face. Everything is blurry you try to squint. You feel movement behind you. 

“I’m so sorry it took us so long love.” It’s Johnny’s voice you’re sure, your head is spinning though, you can’t tell. Your eyes move past Johnny, you think you see Simon, you think that’s him, you feel your head slump in Johnny’s hand as your restraints are cut lose. You must of blacked out for a second because the next thing you know is being on the floor. Johnny scoops you up in his arms and you lean up against his chest. 

“it's over now, we've got you.” Johnny whispers in your ears. You’re blinded by lights as Johnny carries you out to the room to the medbay. You recognise the smell, that’s a good thing you’re not totally broken, you can smell the clean sheets, the smell of antiseptic. There are hands all over you now, people touching you, so many lights. You reach for Johnny, where did he go? You start to panic trying to pull yourself up. Is it a trick? Are they doing this to finally try and break you? 

“Johnny!” You call searching for his hands. You feel a sharp pain travel down your arm. You feel your breath catch in your throat, your body being pressed down. Maybe this is the end you’re in too much pain and too tired to tell. You feel your body slump down as ringing grows louder in your ears, it doesn’t take long before everything goes black. 

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Johnny wakes to Simon’s hands on his shoulders. He looks over at your body still unconscious, still with tubes shoved down your throat. Simon pulls a chair up next to him, Simon’s started caring less and less who sees them together, especially at night. 

“The doc’s say the swelling in her head’s gone down.” Johnny says leaning forward in his chair.

“When was the last time you slept?” Simon asks him. 

“Got a nice kip before you woke me.” Johnny replies. Simon sighs, his hand running up the back of Johnny’s neck. 

“You really should get some sleep, some proper sleep.” Simon says. Johnny scoffs. 

“4 days,” he says, looking back up at you. 

“4 day’s, we let her suffer.” Johnny says quieter. Simon sighs his forehead resting on Johnny. Simon know’s how guilty Johnny feels, he feels the same too, he’s just better at hiding it. 

“Come.” Simon says getting up extending his hand out for Johnny. Johnny looks up at him blinking. 

“Give me five minutes.” Simon pleads. Johnny sighs standing up and following him. He lets Simon guide him all the way to the dorms into Simon’s room. Johnny has never left the bedside since you had been moved to Damascus. Simon had tried to get some alone time with him but he can tell Johnny’s guilt weighs heavy on his shoulders, he want’s to be there when you wake.

Simon pulls Johnny into his room, locking the door. Johnny tries to protest but Simon is too quick, his hands guiding Johnny’s hips pushing him against the wall. Simon’s hand slips under the front of his mask pulling it off over his head, he looks up at Johnny his thumb stroking his cheek. Simon looks almost sad, he can see the pain in Johnny’s eyes, the anger, he feels it too.

Simon presses his lips onto Johnny, forcing his tongue in his mouth as his hands reach under his shirt. Johnny seems to relax for a second enjoying the taste of Simon on his lips, playing with his tongue. Simon pulls away moving to Johnny’s neck planting little kisses all the way down to his collar bones. His head tips back hitting the wall as Simon pulls Johnny’s shirt over his head. 

“Si, we shouldn’t leave her.” Johnny says as Simon is burying his head into Johnny's neck. 

“She’ll be fine.” Simon says his voice low, almost a groan, as he continues to run his tongue down Johnny’s neck, Johnny’s hands moving up Simon’s back eventually running his fingers through his hair. Johnny doesn’t fight Simon, enjoying the feel of his husbands hands on his body as Simon’s hands slip under Johnny’s waistband pulling his trousers and boxers down. Simon is moving slow, slow and gentle working his hands down Johnny’s stomach to his abdomen, Johnny is almost desperate gripping Simon’s hair as he moves his tongue round Johnny’s body. 

“Si..” Johnny moans as Simon’s hands find their way to Johnny’s semi-hard cock. Simon want’s to almost beg Johnny to relax, instead running his hand up and down his shaft. Johnny presses his forehead on Simon’s chest moaning as he pushes his hands slipping under Simon’s shirt. Johnny trembles as Simon uses both his hands to pleasure him, his breathing becoming faster. Simon keeps Johnny’s body pressed up against the wall as Johnny starts thrusting his hips, fucking Simon’s hands. Johnny had felt this many times before, Simon giving him pleasure, but never quite like this, his emotions high, endorphins pumping through his body, Johnny starts to tense again Simon pulls away, a whimper leaving Johnny’s lips. 

“On the bed.” Simon says guiding him over as Johnny blindly follows his instructions laying flat. Simon takes his boots and the rest of his pants off flinging them to the side. Johnny lays his head back on the pillows as Simon licks the precum off Johnny’s tip making him moan his hands desperately trying to grab Simon’s hair. Simon smiles then thrusts his mouth round his cock taking him all the way to the hilt.

The pleasure is almost overwhelming, Simon can feel it, Johnny’s body shaking a mix of pleasure and stress. Simon doesn't stop his hands running up Johnny’s chest as he positions himself in a more comfortably to suck him off. Johnny moans and gasps as Simon’s tongue presses into the underside of Johnny’s shaft, Simon can feel him twitching in his mouth enjoying each one as he get’s closer to the edge.

Simon can read Johnny’s body like a book, Johnny thinks he’s sly hiding his movements, his cheeky side glances, the heavy petting Johnny does when he’s in the mood, the way his fingers move around Simon’s body forcing his attention. He thinks he’s good at hiding it but Simon knows him, Simon loves him and right now Simon knows he needs to make Johnny relax.

Johnny’s hips are thrusting again Simon’s hands grip his waist trying to keep it in place. Johnny moans Simon’s name as he cums. Simon likes that, hearing Johnny call his name in the heat of the moment, Simon feels his own cock twitching in his pants as he rides Johnny through the orgasm making sure that Johnny is well and truly satisfied before pulling his mouth away. Simon enjoys the taste of Johnny’s cum in his mouth, the feel of his hot seed hitting the back of his throat. Johnny is still panting when Simon moves, sliding up next to him pulling his head on his chest.

Johnny moves to rest on his chest his still heartbeat still racing, Simon takes exaggerated breaths and Johnny subconsciously follows him. Simon reaches down pulling the duvet over Johnny, kissing his face running his fingers through his hair. 

“You need to rest,” Simon says wrapping his arms round Johnny stroking his back. Johnny’s breathing starts to steady as Simon lowers his voice.

“You do this on purpose,” Johnny says sleepily. Simon smiles, he does do it on purpose. Johnny needs to rest, he’s no good to anyone if he can’t think straight.  

“I’ll wake you if anything happens, I promise.” Simon says kissing his forehead.   

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The knock at the door pulls Johnny out his sleep, he jolts awake almost fighting over Simon to get out of bed. 

“Easy.” Simon says as he moves swinging his legs out so Johnny can get up.

“You said you’d wake me if anything happened.” Johnny sounds frustrated puling his trousers and shirt on. 

“This is the first thing that’s happened.” Johnny throws Simon’s mask at him opening the door before he gets chance to put it on. It’s only Price.

“She’s awake, she’s asking for you.” Price says. Johnny shoves his feet into his boots as Simon gets up off the bed moving over to the door. Johnny looks back at Simon smiling and rushes out the room pushing past Price. Simon follows Price stopping him in the doorway. 

“What do you want to tell her about Jack?” Price asks. Simon sighs. 

“Laswell found anything?” Simon asks walking with Price, he shakes his head. 

“Still looking for a connection, he’ll be punished for the way he questioned her, demoted at the very least, depends on what they feel like. Theres no evidence he spoofed her card we’re lucky there were so many witnesses. We’re lucky we could clear her name so quick.” Price says. It still took 4 days. 

“Think he can justify his actions?” Simon asks. 

“Let’s see, we’ve got other things to focus on now.” Price walks into her room Simon hangs back for a second. A wave of guilt washing over him, he just wanted to hold her jump into bed with her, apologise. 4 days we let her suffer, Johnny’s words replaying in his head. Never again, he promises himself. 

Next part

[selenekallanwriter]

Watching Yentl with my mom as an adult was such a funny experience. Like, I have no idea if the creators intended to make such a queer movie, but by Morrigan, they did. Mom and I had watched it when I was a child, and a lot flew over my head, but as an adult? Damn.

I started giggling when Avigdor and Anshel were doing their academic flirting thing. "What?" Mom asked. I pointed at the TV. "You realize they're flirting, right?" "They're not. They're friends," Mom argued. I laughed. "Uh-huh."

Then there was the tickling. And The Lake Scene. "Okay, I see it now," Mom said with a frown. I downright cackled. "Anshel and Avigdor sitting in a tree…" Mom rolled her eyes. "More like in the grass."

I squealed. "Yentl totally has a crush on Hadass now, too! The way she's looking at Hadass. Priceless." Mom huffed. "Hadass is gorgeous. Yentl is just… acknowledging Hadass' beauty." I was giggling non-stop. "Yeah, right. Is that what they called it in the 80s?" Mom shrugged and smiled. "Probably."

I was about to burst at this point Mom blinked at the screen. "They fell in love with each other." "They totally fell in love with each other! And you know what? If I'd been Yentl, I would have stayed with Hadass." "There were a couple of things Hadass would have noticed the next time she tried to debauch Yentl." "Was that a Mulan reference?" Mom smirked. "Yes. It fits." I laughed. "It so fits. And, eh, I bet Hadass would have eventually not minded Anshel-Yentl was her wife and not her husband." Mom hummed. "I'm not so sure." "Everybody's bisexual here, Mom. EVERYBODY." "What about when Hadass never got pregnant?" Mom asked. "People would have asked questions. Their community was too nosy." I shrugged. "Yentl could have said either of them was infertile." "Hmm."

"Bullshit!" I yelled. "Buuullshit. You were totally into the cute Twink, Avigdor. Own it!" "What's a twink?" Mom asked. "A pretty gay man." "Ah. But no. You're wrong. Avigdor could sense Yentl's femininity," Mom deadpanned. "With his sixth sense." "… You're kidding right?" "No. Avigdor has a sixth sense for this stuff, I tell you," she said, serious as can be. (She's eerily good at that.) "You are kidding, right?" I asked. Mom huffed and rolled her eyes. "Yes, I am. He was gay for Anshel-Yentl." I nodded. "Just like Shang was gay for Ping." Mom nodded. "Yep."

"You know what?" I said when the movie was over. "I changed my mind. They should have all stayed together and been a throuple. Anshel-Yentl could have easily explained their friend Avigdor coming to visit all the time. They were all in love with each other. It makes perfect sense." Mom scoffed. "Pervert." "I'm right, though. They could have moved to America together." Mom thought about it. "But Yentl wanted freedom. She wouldn't have gotten that tied to Avigdor." "Good point. Though, the way I see it, Yentl would have been the throuple leader. She's got bigger metaphorical balls than Avigdor could ever dream of having." Mom shrugged. "Alright. True." "I can't believe you didn't notice how queer this movie was when you first saw it," I said, shaking my head. "Neither did you." "I was seven. What's your excuse?" "I was in church and was taught everything gay was evil. And I just didn't notice." "It is pretty subtle," I conceded. "Maybe the ones who made the movie didn't intend it to be so queer. Or they knew how oblivious the straights are." "Or maybe Avigdor has a sixth sense that allows him to discover women in disguise," Mom said sarcastically. I snorted. "Yeah. It's called a nose. I bet Anshel smelled better than any other guy." "Like Mulan." "Yep. Or maybe Avigdor was bi as hell." Mom sighed with mock wistfulness. "I guess we'll never know." "Never."

BONUS:

Me: OMG there's only one bed. Mom: And Yentl is falling off of it. Me: 🤣

[mischievouslittlecreature]

hi there sweets. i love your story titled “love me where i’m most ruined” i think i’m somehow halfway through it cuz i’ve been binge reading like crazy! i have a question for you: would have thomas been able to keep going if it had been lucy the one who had been shot instead of grace? i often times find myself wondering that. i enjoy the throuple and how much love, respect, and communication is present there for one another, however a part of me is inclined towards the notion that lucy might have been a bit more important to him than grace was. especially when grace felt frustrated when she sensed thomas wouldn’t completely open up to her as he did with lucy. or maybe i’m just misinterpreting what you wanted to convey. thank you love for giving us such a great story! you’re an awesome writer! xo

Thank you so much, anon! 🖤 It always means the absolute world to me to hear that someone is enjoying my fics, especially this series, which is so near and dear to my heart.

As usual, I wrote a big 'ol essay in response to this because I am incapable of brevity and love to yap nonsensically about my OCs 😅

TW for suicide mention under the cut:

The short answer to your question is: no, I don't think he would have. Part of this is because I have very purposefully written Tommy and Lucy as being incapable of living without each other. Even before Grace's death, they were quite codependent (though this admittedly got much more pronounced after her death) and Tommy relied on her massively for so many things.

I could see him trying to keep going on for awhile after, for Charlie and Grace if not for anything else. But he would be a complete shell of himself, and what was left of him would start unraveling quickly. As much as I love her and her relationship with Tommy, I'm just not sure if Grace would have had to tools to be able to help him the way that Lucy could.

At the end of the day, Lucy is able to provide support and understanding to Tommy in a way that no one else can. I think that he truly feels like she is the only person in the world who actually loves him unconditionally. And I think that's part of why he's so much more willing to open up to her than a lot of the other characters in the series. Her ability to understand his thought processes, actions, and feelings without him even having to explain them to her a lot of the time is a huge part of why she's his main source of emotional support. Losing that would be crippling for him.

I think that Grace would try her best, and they both would be hurting hugely from the loss of Lucy. But as you said, Grace struggles more to understand him than Lucy did, and I think Tommy would grow frustrated at her not just being able to immediately tune-into him like Lucy could. And his PTSD symptoms would get worse, particularly his inability to stop working in an attempt to distract himself from the pain and grief. That would have caused conflict with Grace, especially long term.

I also could see him thinking that Grace and Charlie would be fine or even better off without him, and seriously contemplating and perhaps even going through with committing suicide.

Sorry for such a downer answer! 😭 You are right that generally speaking, I always have written Lucy as being Tommy's #1 person. It doesn't mean that he didn't love Grace and that she wasn't important to him, but Lucy is his soulmate.

Thank you again so much for reading and loving the series, anon! 😘

[wheneverfeasible]

Okay so get this…

SPN S8E9 “Citizen Fang” (and E10 “Torn and Frayed”)

I am SO tired of love triangle stories. They’re annoying plot devices in my opinion. However…

Love triangles when the outcome isn’t character A choosing between characters B and C? Fantastic. Give me a love triangle where B and C realize they’re in love with each other instead. Give me a love triangle where ABC realize they don’t have to pick either/or.

Now, I love Saileen. I’m sad they didn’t end up together according to the finale. But rewatching this episode, I can’t help but think…what is Amelia didn’t have to choose?

Amelia loves Don and Sam equally. She doesn’t want to have to choose, can’t choose. Take away everything else from the show’s main plot and maybe Sam and Don and Amelia talk more, the three of them together, and Sam and Don realize they actually kind of get along. Don doesn’t understand how someone who hasn’t been in war can have those eyes that Sam does, but they still find some connection and bond over past trauma. Sam knows he doesn’t have the same experiences as Don, but it’s comforting to have someone in his life who gets the pain and terror and trauma.

Sam and Don realize they both love Amelia equally. They both realize they only want her happy. They both are secure enough in their love for her to think…maybe Amelia doesn’t need to choose. Maybe they can make this work. After all, it’s not like Sam has much history with regular relationships, outside of his short time with Jess. And Don was in the military and MIA; he knows life is far too short to worry about what society thinks is prim and proper.

Don moves in, Sam stays, and at first it’s just Don/Amelia and Sam/Amelia. It works for them. There’s not jealousy there. And then, maybe down the road, after a few drinks or something, when they’re all feeling kind of frisky, they think…why not?

And no, maybe they didn’t start their throuple relationship with the thought that Don and Sam would ever feel that way about each other, but once they stop bullshitting and caring about perceived ideas of what a relationship should be, they both realize that maybe there had been hints along the way that they weren’t as straight as they always thought. Maybe it’s not just love for Amelia between them.

Maybe it’s not just Don-and-Amelia and Sam-and-Amelia. Maybe it’s Don-and-Amelia-and-Sam, three parts of one whole.

Maybe they realize that a real triangle has all their points linked.

Aaaaaand Dean-and-Castiel-and-Benny come back and there’s no more evil in the world and everyone lives and are in love and happy.

The end. 😤

[pls-hold-me-im-justa-weeb]

333 Followers Event Prompts:

Please note I just reached the Wano arc!

Hi Hello I'm so freakin excited for this and I have no clue how to run an event because this is my very first one :)

So you can choose 2 prompts as a MAX and I will COMBINE them.

Specify NSFW or SFW by READING THE RULES FIRST.

Choose if you'd like the prompt in terms of angst, fluff, smut, humor, or a mix of them

Choose your characters from the list of who I am comfortable writing for. I WILL WRITE CHARACTER X CHARACTER (f/m, f/f,/m), you can choose a PAIRING for drabbles, OR polycules/throuples/etc. count as a single person/group.

Determine who will take what role of the prompts

If you can't decide who you'd like to see in it, list your top ones and then I'll decide for you!

EXAMPLE REQUEST:

Hi Syd! May I please get a SFW drabble with prompt 2 reader x Ace with Ace being sick? Lots of fluff and maybe some humor. Thank you!

Hi Syd! May I please get some NSFW headcanons with prompt 9 with Sanji finding out Zoro’s dirty secret about his “private time” in the crows nest? Thank you!

So without further ado, here's the list of prompts

"Stop grinning at me like that!"

Needy while sick

Cuddling after a bad day

Confession on a beach date

Being annoying until given attention

Talking to them(or you) while thinking they(or you) are asleep

Getting jealous

"Lay your head on my lap"

Finding out their dirty secret

The morning after

Putting makeup on (them)

"How do you think I look in this?"

Showering together

Modern au! friends to lovers

Comfort after being stressed

Flower field date

One bed trope

Devil fruit mishaps

"You give me butterflies"

Making stupid jokes with them

Joking confession turns serious

Them finding your playlist you want to get railed to

Forced proximity

Spiderman kiss

Admit to having feelings for other during argument

"If only you could see yourself through my eyes"

Getting lost together

Walking in on them changing

Carried to bed

Bouquet of flowers

Protecting

Patching up after a fight

"Stay with me"

Characters - SFW only characters differ from the rules in this event to challenge myself:

Ace

Marco

Law

Luffy

Sanji

Zoro

Nami

Robin

Franky

Usopp

Brook (SFW only)

Jinbe (SFW only)

Eustass Kid

Killer

Boa Hancock

Shanks

Smoker

Vivi

Bartholomew