#and obviously there are some things i probably can't talk about on here lmao

[a-god-in-ruins-rises]

What will it take to save the United States?

nurture her, then unleash her. like our founding fathers did. we have neglected her.

not sure how specific/deep you want me to get but i'll give you some ideas: we need to reshore manufacturing (specifically high-tech manufacturing. china can keep making plastic children's toys and shit (actually we should near-shore that shit to latin america) but robotics, batteries, automobiles, drones, shipbuilding, etc, need to be built in america). do this with a combination of tariffs and subsidies.

we need civil service reform. i love bureaucracy. i love the civil service. but it's become bloated and stagnant and too unruly. it needs to be reformed, purged, and revitalized.

secure the border and reform immigration to close asylum loopholes.

tax reform. reduce or abolish income tax. add vat and lvt. basic income or negative income tax or something along those lines.

streamline regulation. i love the state. and i love state intervention. but again, regulations have become unwieldy and outdated. keep the necessary shit, get rid of the bloat.

establish my dream agency -- OPUS. cultivate and preserve american culture and way of life. foster a new american renaissance. a new great awakening. a new wave of national identity and patriotism and unification. sounds nebulous but i believe there are concrete steps to this end.

reform education. again, not sure how in depth you want to get. but i think it's overdue.

i could keep going but i gotta start dinner.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

being alive at the time i gleaned some general elements abt encanto but never actually heard we don't talk about bruno beyond awareness it existed popping off & i think i heard like the title recited off key off rhythm but in a way that indicates speak singing nonetheless lol so upon experiencing it it's like oh but it's the Verses? while the last refrain goes harder but prior to that it's comparatively underwhelming to said verses which feels appropriate like verses / pieces of a larger picture & that a "we don't talk about him" as a disappointing Lid on infinitely richer more characterful & dynamic "but: talking about him" instances. like well personally it'd be like um seven foot frame....anyway besides being able to firsthand go like oh damn Real (the kind of thing you know exists if alive at the time) it's like alright hang on lol. one thing when a core theme is yeah like "is it a refuge if 'especial' vulnerability ultimately gets pushed out rather than made safer" subset like the parties whose even observation of truths (problems) & drawing attention to them is seen as Ruining Things, like if you're painted as Making futures that aren't simply what's desired or reassuring rather than a guidance via just observing & sharing the truth. but then it's like whaddaya mean living in fear of bruno stuttering and stumbling you could always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling lmao like now that's just Association between the Truth Perceiving & Telling behavior & behavior that's just apparently distinctive of the same person. & like Not Accidentally when [what if people were magic] specifics are obviously primarily abt a metaphorical meaning & like, indeed it was made clear like oh this situation isn't Just b/c [boo we hate your prophecies] & that [an Ability that isn't directed towards what anyone Wants / is "weird" even by these magic standards] isn't Coincidentally given to someone who just so happens to already be "weird" in other ways & be set up to have a different perspective & be pushed away due to having the supposed "extra" vulnerability of unmet needs / insufficient support, same as someone who doesn't "correctly" have any kind of magic ability....like yeah banger and also like Oh Yeah Kind Of Devastating re: that metaphorical resonance allowing for like [set the metaphor aside] now hang on with this about this disabled family member lol. misinterpretation to The Ruinerrr / The Problemmm / The Maliciousss etc (i.e. the scapegoatinggg) despite their efforts likely entirely to the contrary. then despite like, efforts aside, Just Existing, always kind of muttering & mumbling like & what of it. & then like oh sorry weird pets. weird [auspicious for adaptable tenacious thriving surviving; either way simply creatures, existing] pets.

truly like As Is The Idea I'm Sure quickly becomes like hands behind back standing at the window Uh Oh Sisters musing on all the [disabled person] metaphorical & already literal elements there. blair witching it in contemplation like We've All Been There whether being so resented for the mere disruption of "existing in a group as the 'abnormal' odd one out" or like people talking shit abt anything associated w/you as soon as you've left the room, which is also made relevant like, this wasn't Only directed at this person when seemingly permanently gone, nor were they unaware / unaffected prior....pacing in the Musing parlor like things don't Have to be compared to billions but i only ever even see so many things & it's like billions sure is like "get scapegoated rword" & then said scapegoating is presented as only beneficial & we hate autists & even beyond that it's like, grabbing billions, Imagine If Things Meant To Be About Something Were About Something. quite a contrast when they are & furthermore like, deliberate thought & Care for [who gets scapegoated & why] & the truth of like, people getting pushed aside & out who have a key perspective & are primed / liable to come through for others similarly vulnerable & the supposedly Ruinous, Problems Generating disruptiveness is actually the strongest effort to make essential changes to a group. & come through with like, it'd be undermining thee point if it was "reassuring" us like oh haha people will be supportive b/c bruno will be more normal, so great that it Didn't like no, no Normality Reassurance(tm), presence of abnormalities(tm), Good, & everyone Can Deal b/c if you don't then it's pushing this person away, is exactly what happens, including even if they're still Around but are being mistreated b/c that is entirely part of that pushing away like anyone's victim blaming is ready to pounce at any time but if someone can't stand to stay / leaves b/c they can't see another option like that's not out of nowhere nor Regardless of what full support & flexibility they were getting lol. these Active Measures everyone loves so much, which are everywhere always & would include Staying & Trying To Make It Work & those efforts would be "disruptive" & resented & Bringing It On Oneself & etccc smh

that is to all say like. Woww when clearly basically the core thread was these beats of like, the crucial site of [thee scapegoated], & why that comes down on someone & how that plays out. endless ideas about how someone weird(tm) & disabled (&/or queer. but there's no Or here lol. & again like it's a Context like, to even be the one person without kids? likely not living up to "full" correct sexuality in that way alone; any oppression's logics of "inferiority" being logics of ableism, ready examples being that "inferior" race, gender, sexuality (& their experiences as people classed as inferior) all being pathologized as disordered) are seen & treated as someone Ruining Things & who cannot belong like whew. bracing. winding. which, i also recall like i was watching with headphones & during this one dialogue pause i was like "?? what's this Extra Sound i heard there" & had to go over it like twice before being hit upside the head like well it Was still the dialogue pause but it was also bruno Stuttering in a very quiet whisper for the duration of that pause before continuing like iiiiiiii x_x

[rain-water-flowers]

Blue (It's so hot)

WC: 2078

Synopsis:Felix is the son of a wealthy industrialist who just had a very public and nasty divorce from his wife. Y/n is a reporter hired to find dirt on him for a story, but she's surprised to discover that she can't get much done when her assignment is a hot and teasing business man.

Warnings: unprotected sex once again (one of these days I'll make them wear a condom), business man Felix, his father is a CEO, oral (m. receiving), teasing, slight dry humping, pet names, profanity, riding, slight praise, title based off of 'Blue' by DynamicDuo

A/n: I'm here again with another one!!! This was fun to write lol. Let's not talk about how choppy it is in the middle lmao (I got bored and needed them to fuck already). As always thanks to my beta @midnighthazee who keeps nagging me to finish TSSOUL series. I will I promise!! I've just hit a block so... yeah. Enjoy this Felix fic!!

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Felix sat on the couch against the far wall in his father’s office, legs crossed and his hands resting on his knee. If his father couldn’t even be on time to a meeting with his own son how does he run his company smoothly? Felix will forever be surprised the business is as successful as it is.

Felix was two seconds from getting up when his father walked in, tightening his tie and fixing his hair. So he was late because fucking his secretary was more important than his own son? Right. 

This is why his marriage to Felix’s mother didn’t work out. One, because his dad is a cheating bastard who refuses to keep it in his pants no matter how small it is. Two – and this is probably the more important reason – he’s gay, and his secretary bending his father over and sticking his dick into him on a daily basis probably made him realize that. 

Felix lets out a loud sigh and clears his throat as he gets up to sit in a chair opposite his father’s desk. 

“You done?” Felix says, disdain in his voice and picking at his nails. 

His father sighed and sat down in his office chair. “You know I had some business to deal with, Felix. I apologize for being a little late.” 

I’ve been waiting for 55 minutes. Felix thinks, but he doesn’t say it out loud. It’s not worth getting into an argument over. 

“Now, I know there's a lot of different things that come with me and your mother’s divorce, and I want to make sure that you’re able to carry out your responsibilities, son.” 

This was what he waited an hour in his office to hear? ‘I hope my divorce from your mother doesn’t affect your work’?

“I’m fine, father. I think you’re the one who needs to focus on your responsibilities right now,” Felix was struggling not to let disrespect make its way into his tone. “The news is all over you since the divorce and you so obviously being involved with your secretary doesn’t help.”

His father glared at him as he talked. It was obvious to Felix that he wanted to argue – but what could he say? Nothing he was saying was wrong, and getting defensive about it wouldn’t help anything either. 

Felix’s parent’s divorce was very public and very nasty. His mother said things that were enough to get his father thrown out of the CEO position, and his father said things that were enough to get his mother thrown in jail.

Luckily, his mother had a good lawyer. 

Either way, Felix got caught in the middle of their dog fight and now he had to play Switzerland between them. 

“Just do your job, Felix. Don’t worry about me or what business I’m handling with my secretary.” His father hissed out, obviously defensive and glaring daggers at him. 

Felix scoffed and looked to the side, tongue poking out his cheek. “You're right, father. How often your secretary bends you over isn’t my problem or my business, but when the news tears you apart don’t come to me for help.” Felix said, getting up and straightening his suit out. 

Felix knew about his father's dirty hands skimming off of the business funds, the offshore accounts, the several illegal things that could get him thrown in jail with Felix and his mother in the cell next to him. If the media ever gets word of any of it, his father will go down in flames and it won’t be pretty. 

As he turned around and walked to the door he could practically hear his father seething and decided to dig his grave further. 

“I’m lucky small dicks aren’t genetic.”

_______

Y/n had covered war zones, political implosions, and tech billionaires with too many secrets and not enough moral compass (in her opinion). But this story? This one was different. 

The Lee Divorce wasn’t just tabloid gold, it was a Category 5 media strom – ugly, sprawling, and enough hatred to give anyone a headache.

And right in the middle? Felix Lee. 

Y/n didn’t care about the society drama. What she cared about was the rumors: missing assets, offshore accounts, shell companies quietly gutted just weeks before the divorce was announced. There was something deeper there. Something worth chasing. 

The first time they met was at a private art gallery showing. She found him leaning against a column like he owned the place. His amused expression when their eyes locked made her think he could read her mind. 

“Ms. y/l/n,” he said, swirling a glass of red wine. “I was wondering when you’d come sniffing around.” 

“I’m not sniffing,” she said, slipping her recorder in her coat pocket. “I’m digging.” 

It surprised y/n that he knew who she was and that she was obviously there for a story.

His smile curved like a blade. “Careful. You dig too deep and you might find something sharp.” 

Felix was the kind of man who deflected everything with charm and perfectly-timed sarcasm. He teased like it was second nature – every comment laced with something dangerous, every smirk a challenge. But y/n had learned to read people, and beneath the effortless confidence was something cracked. 

“You don’t seem too broken up about your parents’ divorce,” she said, watching his reaction closely. 

He shrugged, putting on a show of nonchalance. “They were always better at playing house than actually living in one.” 

His tone made her feel for him for some reason. Maybe it was the obvious way he wasn’t chill about the whole thing, or maybe it was the sad look in his eyes that held everything all at once. 

Y/n had to get this story, she couldn’t back out now. But…something about the way he looked made her not want to push further. It was obvious he was keeping something a secret, but she didn’t want to shove him over the edge to find out. 

She sighed and looked off to the side. “Look, my boss sent me here to find dirt on you about the divorce, but I'm not the type of person to push beyond someone's comfort. So I’ll stop, but I know there’s something going on here, and I plan on finding it.”

______

So much for y/n’s determination to find the dirt she was looking for. The closer she got to Felix, the further she fell for him. Showing up at his office, going to events and parties just to get close to him. Something about him made her obsessed with him. She had long forgotten about the story she was supposed to be finding on him, instead getting lost in his looks, his voice, the way he talked to her. 

Which led them to where they were now. Fucking on the regular. 

Felix lounged back on the bed, his eyes roving appreciatively over y/n’s body as she stood before him. She was wearing a thin silk robe, the deep V-neck giving him a tantalizing peek at her cleavage. Her eyes sparkling with mischief. 

"Well, well, well," Felix purred, "don't you look good enough to eat, sweetheart."

Y/n smirked and tied her robe tighter. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Felix," she teased. "Unless...you plan to put that clever tongue of yours to good use?"

Felix chuckled lowly and crooked a finger at her. "Come here and find out, beautiful."

Y/n bit her lip and sauntered over to the bed, letting her robe fall open to reveal her naked body beneath. Felix's eyes darkened with lust as he drank in the sight of her, from the swell of her breasts to the dip of her waist and the flare of her hips.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he groaned, reaching out to grab her wrist and yank her down onto the bed. Y/n squealed in surprise as she landed on top of him, her bare skin pressing against his clothed body.

"Someone's eager," she purred, grinding her hips against the prominent bulge in his pants. "Is that all for me?"

"You know it is," Felix growled, cupping her ass and pulling her harder against him. "I'm always hard for you, baby. Always ready to give you what you need.”

Y/n moaned and kissed him fiercely, plundering his mouth with her tongue. Felix kissed her back just as passionately, one hand tangling in her hair while the other continued to grope her ass.

He broke the kiss after a long moment and smirked up at her. "Take off my clothes, sweetheart," he commanded huskily. "I want to feel that hot little mouth on me."

Y/n shivered with anticipation and sat back on her heels, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. She traced her fingers over his chest and abdomen as she went, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath his smooth skin. Felix groaned and arched into her touch.

"Keep going," he urged breathlessly as she pushed the shirt off his shoulders.

Y/n complied eagerly, fumbling with his belt and zipper until she could finally free his straining cock. She wrapped her hand around his thick shaft and pumped it slowly, smearing the pre-cum leaking from the tip.

"Mmm, so big and hard," she purred, leaning down to lick a stripe up his length. "I love how you taste, Felix."

Felix tangled a hand in her hair and guided her head lower. "Then suck it like a good little girl," he ordered smugly. "Worship my cock with that pretty mouth."

Y/n shot him a sultry look but obediently parted her lips, taking him deep into her throat. She moaned around him as she bobbed her head, relishing his salty taste and the way he filled her mouth. 

"That's it, sweetheart," Felix groaned, his head falling back against the pillow as she sucked him. "Take it all. Fuck, your mouth feels so good."

He rocked his hips up into her face, fucking her throat steadily as she gagged and slurped around him. Y/n loved the feeling of being used for his pleasure, loved the dominant way he held her head and controlled her movements.

After several minutes, Felix tugged her off his cock and dragged her up his body for a filthy kiss. "Enough teasing," he rasped against her lips. "I need to be inside you, baby."

Y/n whimpered in agreement and straddled his hips, reaching between them to notch his cock at her entrance. She sank down on him with a low moan, taking him to the hilt in one smooth motion.

"God, yes," she gasped, rocking her hips to take him even deeper. "You fill me up so good, Felix."

Felix gripped her waist and pistoned his hips upward, slamming into her slick heat. "Ride me, baby," he urged hoarsely. "Take what you need.”

Y/n did just that, bouncing on his cock with wild abandon. Her tits jiggled enticingly with every movement, and Felix leaned up to capture one sensitive nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. 

"Fuck, just like that," he groaned, laving the sensitive bud with his tongue. "Gonna make you come so hard on my cock, angel. I know you want it.” 

Y/n could only cry out and move faster, chasing her orgasm. She could feel it building rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter in her belly. Felix thrust up into her sharply and pinched her clit, sending her hurtling over the edge.

She came with a scream of his name, pussy clenching down on him like a vice. Felix snarled and pounded into her through the aftershocks, prolonging her pleasure until he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come!" he groaned, slamming up into her one last time before stilling deep inside. Y/n could feel him pulsing as he filled her with his hot cum, marking her as his.

They collapsed together in a sweaty tangle of limbs, gasping for breath. Felix pulled y/n down for a languid kiss, tangling his fingers in her damp hair.

"Never get enough of you, sweetheart," he murmured against her lips. "So fucking perfect."

Y/n smiled and nuzzled into his neck, feeling completely satisfied and cherished. She thought back to a couple of months ago when she was desperately trying to bring him down because of his parents divorce. She’s glad that now she gets to scream his name instead of dragging it through the dirt.

[psychemochanight]

So... Dick Grayson's Headcanons :D (this gonna be a long post-)

Some mine and some from the fandom!

Obviously not all of them (I don't have all of them in mind right now), but as you know, we will continue to post them here anyway🤙

And I already mentioned some of them before, but I'll mention some of them again anyway.

First I remind you that these are just HC and/or things that I like to project onto the character, you don't have to agree or share them with me, if you don't like one, just skip it please, you don't need to come here to discuss because of a HC of a fictional character.

I also advise that, although I always try to ensure that the HCs do not interfere with the canon, some may contradict it (mostly because I forget certain details of the canon- lmao).

Disclaimer made (?), let's go to it ✨

Dick has the body of a person who does calisthenics, an acrobat's body, indeed, more than that of an Olympic male gymnast.

(Ignoring canon on the first one, lmao). But yes, I like to think that Dick doesn't have as much muscle as Bruce, that way he can keep his flexibility intact, because, no matter how flexible you are, if you have too much muscle, you lose mobility, so, yeah. Still, he have more muscle than the average acrobat, but not as much as a gymnast... Kinda sleeper build.

Many heroes thought Dick was a meta.

Mainly due to his flexibility, others for more silly things like being able to understand Flash when he speaks.

Dick has a very messy eating schedule, He often forgets to eat and sometimes eats twice as much, not because he is hungry, but because he has forgotten whether he has eaten or not.

He doesn't eat much junk food, although he is constantly on a sugar rush. Anyway, thanks to Bitewing he has a better schedule now, since he doesn't forget to feed her, and he takes advantage of the opportunity to eat something too. He still doesn't sleep enough tho.

Although he seems to be the most relaxed in his family, he is the second most paranoid after Bruce.

Paranoia + anxiety, more specifically. He takes it as best he can.

Ironically, despite his paranoia, he is the one who trusts the others the most in his entire family; but he always has a plan in his head in case he is betrayed.

He doesn't have anger issues, not all the time at least... The poor guy is just overstimulated.

Except when he is underestimated for being a "pretty boy", then the anger is real.

He is quick to learn to play instruments given his high muscle memory and keen ear.

Canonically he knows how to play guitar and also some piano.

Although Bruce knows more languages, Dick is the most fluent in them.

Bruce knows the languages, but he makes the typical mistake of thinking in his native language and then translating. Dick does have the ability to think directly in other languages.

When he gets angry, Dick talks very fast and starts mixing up languages, so even though Bruce knows all the languages Dick is speaking, can't keep up because he needs to translate everything.

Continuing with languages, I like YJ's idea of Dick butchering the English language... So, yeah, he actually does that.

But he doesn't do it because English is not his first language (even if he has Romani ancestry, his first language will probably be English, since it was the common language in the circus), but because he has spoken too many languages since he was little, then they get mixed up in his mind and when a word doesn't come to mind in English, he just makes up another one. Sometimes he just says the word in another language.

Another one about languages: even if he canonically only speaks 10-12 languages, for me he actually speaks/understands many more, he's just not fluent in them so he doesn't count them.

He is an AUDHD person, without diagnosis, but on more than one occasion his friends said it to him.

Barbara especially, has been telling him this since they were younger.

As an added bonus: AUDHD is harder to diagnose than ADHD or autism alone, since it is known that the characteristics of each one can diminish or even cancel the characteristics of the other; at the same time, it can increase other traits, but these may be wrongly attributed to other conditions.

I say this as someone from the field of psychology, please don't think I'm making this up.

So, Most of the "weird" things they noticed about Dick they attributed to his growing up environment and subsequent PTSD... Which is partly true, but not entirely true.

He knows too many random facts that no one knows where he learned them from, not even him.

He's on the asexual spectrum, probably demisexual, and biromantic.

This doesn't mean that he can't "enjoy" it, but he definitely doesn't feel the same as he doesn't feel a real attraction due to the lack of connection.

He liked the rain.

It's not exactly a trigger, but he doesn't like it like he used to.

If you understand, you understand.

He doesn't like compliments about his physical appearance, but he responds egocentrically to compliments about his other qualities, although this is to hide his shame, he does not know how to take compliments.

He prefers to act to hide his embarrassment, otherwise he ends up as a bundle of nerves.

He definitely did the thing more than once where he went to Metropolis and jumped off a building to get Clark's attention instead of visiting him like a normal person.

He loves it when his friends are the ones who initiate the hugs, especially since most of them lift him off the ground when they hug him. He'll never say it, but he loves this.

Although he acts like an older brother to everyone, the moment someone older is with him, he becomes an annoying younger brother.

He only does it with people he trusts, tho, since it requires him to let his guard down a little.

This is a very normal trait in older siblings, actually, and most of the time it is unconscious, and it is even more common if they were only children for a long time.

He likes to act dumb so the bad guys will underestimate him.

The bad thing is that sometimes even his family forgets that he is also considered a genius.

Here we ignore what DC did with Dick by making him more focused on leadership, he was always a child prodigy and always will be.

Alfred taught him to clean in specific ways because Dick complained a lot about the texture that certain objects had if they were not cleaned properly.

He also taught him cooking tricks, because otherwise Dick would starve because he doesn't like to eat many things.

He only likes chips... And also football.

It's pretty good in all kinds of art, He may not be a artist like Damian, or a dancer like Cass, but he holds his own in those disciplines as well.

He mainly uses drawing to draw structures or spoken portraits rather than for artistic and recreational purposes.

He only dances at events to which he is invited or any type of mission that requires it.

Tbf, canonically, he does know how to draw and dance, it is the reasons why he does them that is a HC.

He also knows how to do things like sewing and so on, his mother taught him to fix his own clothes.

He doesn't have a favorite color, but he tells people it's blue because it just makes sense to everyone.

He likes to wear superhero merch.

He can't stay in an office for the sake of his sanity, prefers dynamic jobs.

He also changes jobs very often even though he is good most of them, he gets bored.

He took too many online courses, he just never claims certification so it looks like he didn't study any degree.

Sometimes he just sits quietly with Damian watching animal documentaries without a narrator.

He often complains that Bruce never let him have a pet.

He knows perfectly well why he couldn't, he never had time to take care of one, he just likes to complain about it.

He is the one who scares his siblings the most, but none of them admit it.

He is the most stealthy (with Cass), a consequence of his bright yellow coat when he was a kid. Jason is the next stealthiest, but Dick is the one with the "light feet."

He definitely understands synesthesia.

He discussed many times with people about what color Monday is and what number is orange.

Summer is too hot and winter is too cold, he is team temperate, thank you very much.

He listens to music very often, he also sings to himself whenever he is not listening to music.

He knows lullabies in several languages, even those he doesn't actively speak.

He helps comfort frightened small children, and entertains older children with juggling and magic tricks.

His resistance to pain is terrifying, but when he is in serious pain, his childhood accent becomes thick.

He camouflages his childhood accent as an adult, adopting the Gotham accent, but can still use his real accent or imitate any other.

He often imitates the voices of the people he is talking to when they are being hypocritical, or simply to annoy them.

Although he mostly makes bad jokes, he is actually more than capable of making genuinely very funny jokes and pranks, he simply made bad jokes part of his personality since they were the ones that made Bruce laugh the most.

Although he grew up in the circus and knows more swear words than he should, he's not really a person who casually swears. He grew up being around people, especially children, so he knows how to control himself pretty well in that regard.

However, he knows how to destroy someone with words in a much more damaging way than with simple insults, even more than insulting them in every language there is and will be.

He looks pretty all the time, this annoys his friends and especially his brothers a lot.

Cass doesn't care about it, she finds it interesting and kind of funny.

He likes to braid Donna's hair. <3

And this is all that comes to my mind right now, but I will add more in reposts if I remember others, because I know I have more- especially since I didn't actually add HC of him as Robin or Nightwing-

And if you notice any mistakes, sorry, writing too much actually messes with my brain... and my English-

Edit: Here's part 2 :D

[cheeseceli]

Dates with Ateez

Pairing: Ot8!Ateez × Gn!reader (individually)

Genre: fluff, reactions

Request: ateez and how/where they'd take you on a date

Warnings: mentions of food at Seonghwa, Hongjoong and Mingi's, Yeosang is an idol, some skinship at Mingi and Yunho's

A/n: idk why but for some reason I read the request as "first dates" instead of just "dates", so there are some mentions of first dates here and there lmao | daily click

Seonghwa - farmer's market

‌hear me out!!

‌this one would be very spontaneous

‌first of all he just wanted to cook something for you

‌but there are missing ingredients

‌and yes, he could go to the supermarket but that's boring

‌so!!

‌he calls you and you both go to your local farmer's market

‌one thing that you thought was gonna be quick and mundane just became a whole activity

‌mostly because of the cozy ambient and nice sellers, but especially because there was something so familiar and nice to have you by his side like that

‌it was so domestic

‌made him feel like a happily married man

‌so he makes a mental note to have more dates with you like this

‌and he also takes you home to make the most delicious dish ever known to mankind

‌(buys you fresh flowers from there)

Hongjoong - a walk around the city

‌i think this one would be totally unplanned

‌accidental even

‌like, you guys were supposed to only have lunch and go back to your jobs

‌but no one actually wants to do that right

‌so what starts with just a brunch turns into visiting every single store in the city very soon

‌and it's always so nice every single time

‌you guys constantly discover new spots on town because of this random walks you go to

‌and Hongjoong secretly loves it because even when he's alone, every single spot becomes a memory of you

‌soon enough the entire city is just something that is connected to you in every single way

‌and he obviously wouldn't complain about that

‌so it becomes a routine for him to just pick you up and adventure yourselves into new parts of the neighbourhood

Yunho - amusement park

‌you can't convince me that this isn't the most "yunho" thing ever

‌he would 100% take you on an amusement park

‌it provides you both a lot of time together and it's fun

‌and he's your laugh's biggest fan ever, so of course he needs you to smile

‌call it cliche but he would want to do the Ferris wheel kiss

‌not on your first date tho because he thought it'd be too much

‌but when you guys are already dating, he'd definitely do that

‌it almost becomes a tradition

‌at some point it's even funny because you'd look at a Ferris wheel and give each other knowing looks

‌and you know when there are those roller coasters and you can take a picture during the rides?

‌he always keeps those

‌not matter how blurry, how ugly or how weird it came out

‌he has a whole album with pictures like that

Yeosang - picnic

‌i feel like this would be more of a first date idea with him

‌that occasionally comes along every once in a while

‌but it's mostly about the first encounter

‌a low-key secluded part in the park, preferably close to a river

‌just something very calm and peaceful

‌where you could talk about everything and anything at once

‌maybe even play a game only the two of you

‌idk it feels so ideal

‌it's the peace he's been longing for and, considering his busy and hectic life as an idol, that's precisely what he needed

‌overall I think he would love dates that could provide him a bit of comfort

San - arcade

‌this would be so fun hear me out

‌it doesn't matter if it's your first or 639274th date, he will try to impress you

‌and he would probably succeed because he seems like the type of guy who can do everything

‌would win you plushies

‌or any other type of prize you can possibly win at arcades

‌and even though he's trying to impress you, there's still this playful competition between the two of you

‌even after years of dating it still feels like you both are just teenagers in love honestly

‌even a complete stranger would smile by seeing you both interacting in the arcade

‌after so many times going there, you guys must win some type of discount honestly

Mingi - movie night

‌here we're talking about a whole marathon of movies

‌with snacks and blankets for the two of you

‌in the dorms (he would kick the boys out of there)

‌and he would plan everything

‌he's actually quite proud of himself because he really thought of every single detail

‌and the atmosphere is just so cozy

‌besides the movies are your favourites with his favourites and some that you both planned on watching together

‌he realised that one could figure out a lot about somebody by just watching their favourite movies

‌anyways

‌the mood is super cool, you guys laughed a lot with your few comments in between scenes and you even cried together at some point

‌and if you do end up sleeping on each other's shoulders, it's not like he'd complain about that

Wooyoung - escape room

‌this right here is the perfect formula for chaos

‌just the two of you running, screaming and laughing uncontrollably

‌I can't think of something better than this

‌and considering you are in a relationship with Wooyoung, chaos is much needed

‌besides you never know how it works with him

‌sometimes he's working with you and then he's working against you

‌whatever the case is, you can bet it's gonna be fun

‌and you are always 1000% sure this will be a day you'll remember fondly after a while

‌even if all he remembers is how you fell when trying to escape from one of the actors

Jongho - karaoke

‌i'm almost sure I already wrote something like this

‌and I'm so right for that ngl

‌first, this is a fun date and not too cliche, but also not that odd

‌secondly, between songs you guys would be able to talk to each other and still have a nice activity to do afterwards

‌and lastly, he could showcase his vocals and hopefully woo you over with his abilities

‌so literally every single bit of it would be perfect

‌maybe just maybe, if he's feeling a bit too bold by the end of the session, he would serenade directly to you

‌with your favourite song perhaps

‌or maybe that would need to wait until your next date

‌because he is certainly hoping this will only be the first of many

Masterlist | you'll probably like: when they have a crush

Reminder that this is all fiction, this does not represent the members in real life!

Taglist (open!): @yuyubeans

Dividers by @thecutestgrotto | images 1, 2 and 3

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I just finished your recently completed DP fic and I LOVED it!!!!! I also caught up on the DPxDC crossover and love that too! I’m not in the DP or DC fandoms, but your fics were so amazing, do you have any fic recommendations? I don’t even know where to start looking, I know nothing about either fandom.

Thank you, I'm really glad you like them!! I always recommend first looking at the bookmarks of your favorite authors. Usually they'll read a lot of the same stuff they write, so it's a good way to find fics to your taste! I have about 400 DP fics bookmarked, but here's the highlights-

(Cut for length, there are so many, my impulse control is nil)

DP

Wake Me Up to Say Goodbye - A gradual Jack-centric reveal fic. Jack's genuine love for his family shines through so well here.

broken trust and the wounds hidden behind - This fic is particularly dear to me. Jack finds out about Danny without Danny realizing and starts working to make things right.

Prove That You Deserve the Answer - Jazz/Maddie bodyswap fic. One of my favorite reveals.

Dinner and Diatribes - Vlad traps Danny and Maddie in an underground bunker to play house. This one is, uh, a lot of the inspo for the Fentons' dehumanization of Phantom. But it has a happy ending.

How to Raise the Dead - Very short, sweet fic that isn't exactly post-reveal, but Jack and Maddie know anyway.

Now's The Time (Get In Line) - A fun reveal fic where the GIW raid Casper High for Phantom. The central battle scene in this lives rent-free in my mind.

definition of insanity (is doing the same thing) - Dash Baxter redemption, seriously confronts Dash's bullying.

A Play to Remember - The most interesting and complex A-listers reveal I've ever read.

That Razor's Edge - Halfa!Valerie. So wonderfully done. <3

Ghost on the Couch - Maddie makes Danny go to therapy. While they never quite get around to talking about most of the events of the series (rip) it's still a brilliant showcase of Danny's psychology and emotional turmoil.

DPxDC

If You Give a Bat a Burger - Obligatory, the quintessential DPxDC fic. Plot driven and engaging, and you'll see a certain reference to it in most other DPxDC fics lmao.

Vacation Crashers - Another staple. Plot-driven, but it has one of my favorite Bruce characterizations of any DPxDC fic. (It also inspired a lot of the Fentons' more... neglectful behavior in my fics.)

those who serve. - Can't pass this one up. Danny becomes Alfred's apprentice. Alfred is very concerned.

Wanted: Dead And Alive - Dead Tired. Everyone is scrambling to figure out who the hell Danny is, very fun without sacrificing feeling.

Some Kind of Miraculous Bind - A Demon Twins fic. Damian is very sweet here. <3

But I Want to Be Let In, Not Out - Probably my favorite Demon Twins iteration. Damian just wants to see his brother again, okay?

The Bat Trap - One last Demon Twins fic for good measure. This one plays with its premise so well and integrates the two worlds wonderfully.

Like and Survive - Phantom's Guide to Young Hero Survival - Fix-it field trip through the DCU. You don't know a lot about the DCU? You're about to find out. Very thorough and thoughtful.

Ghosts, Legacies, and CPS - Danny is removed from the Fentons' custody. Danny is inserted into Tim's custody. Vlad does something stupid. Beautifully done and very satisfying.

what dumb luck or good ghost led you from there to here? - Danny and Barbara, where Danny settles in the Clocktower and Babs coaxes him closer like a stray cat.

I Am A Retired Hero And My Love Interest Is A Former Crime Lord? - Dead on Main, obviously. Probably the fic that made me fall in love with this pairing, with a lot of excellent background and foreground plots. Jack and Maddie chase Skulker around to ask him questions about ghost culture. He complains to Danny about it. It's great.

What Binds Us - Such excellent worldbuilding around Crime Alley and Gotham in general. I loves it. <3 (This one by @breannasfluff)

Like Betta Fish Do - Dead on Main, both sweet and very fun. I love @clockwayswrites' characterizations and this particular fic handles their developing relationship super well. On that topic-

One Stop Soup Shop - My feelings,,,, tooth-rotting Dead on Main fluff.

Birdritch - Spirit Halloween, so much fluff between Danny and the Batfamily.

A Broken Sort of Normal - OOF. So many feelings?? Danny/Wally, with so much good angst.

(I can't keep going down the list, just take a run through PaperPuffin's profile, you won't regret it. <3)

I would also suggest following @nerdpoe, @stars-obsession-pit, and @sheepheadfred; they all have good taste in tumblr snippets!

Have fun!

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ive been thinking ab joel's final death sm since i watched his episode and im gonna get tism about it

Disclaimer that i DID realise some of this from another post but i cannot for the life of me remember who it was from aaa

SO! Lets look at all the other winners' deaths first. and lets take the context of minecraft out of this, esp for when we get to joel's Grian - Jumped off a cliff. Simple and effective, but also quick considering he was low health and had no armour. In a real life version, he probably would have broken his neck and died instantly Scott - Struck by lightning. I know technically it was the Watchers, but 'divine intervention' isn't exactly an IRL cause of death, nor are 'kill commands' from a non-story pov, so we'll stick with the lightning. ANYWAY, yes, lightning. In terms of death, it stops the heart. So, pretty fast, but definitely painful Pearl - Exploded. Once again, technically that's not her actual C.O.D but once again, soulmates do not exist (in the same capacity as DL, at the very least) in real life, so we're going with this. Because of how close Pearl was to Scott when he set off the TNT, she likely would've died from internal organ damage, possibly even having her heart muscle walls rupture, plus any additional damage from the schrapnel that no doubt wouldve hit her (although she definitely would've already been dead by that point). Alternatively, you could say she died of 'Heartbreak' (because her soulbound died), which I'd probably compare to a heart attack. While you can't say for certain how long the explosion death wouldve taken because of the variables, a heart attack has an upper limit, so to speak, of about 3-4 hours. Unless we're talking about Sudden Cardiac Death which is, as you might expect, instantaneous suspension of heart activity. It's pretty interesting that both of Pearl's death possibilities link back to her heart in some way in DL, but I digress Martyn - Same as Scott's lmao Scar - He's actually the only one, to my knowledge, who did not die. Which, again, is very interesting when you tie it back to his Earth (? i think? i forget lmao) association. hes not allowed to die

NOW we look at joel. Teleportation is, naturally, not a thing we can do irl (at least currently lmfaoo), so there's not an easy way to compare it like with the others. BUT that doesnt mean we can't do our damn best first, teleportation is what kept Joel alive for so long during part of the session. The fact that he uses the very thing that saved his life for so long to end it is just beautifully symbollic. not to mention the way he was laughing and making fun of his literal hunters as there were at least 5 or 6 people trying to kill him at any given point despite the fact that the entire episode he was nervous and worried about dying last minute is so painfully joel. but lets look at the actual contents of his death for a minute. Joel dies from fall damage after repeatedly throwing enderpearls into the air. He does not remove his armour for this and is at almost full health. He is, effectively, torturing himself. In minecraft, you can throw an enderpearl directly up into the air about 30 blocks. since he was throwing them forwards, as well, we'll say its only going up 25. that would still be 25 square metres, and almost 270,00 feet. but, obviously, we're taking liberties here because it's minecraft, so lets just say its 25 feet. Still, that is an insane number. That is half the length of a basketball court, the width of about four cars (on average) and four fridges (again, on average) stacked on top of eachother. And he does this (by my count) seven times in a row before dying. Everyone else died instantly in game, and more-or-less instantly from a real life standpoint, as well If that doesn't put in perspective how violent Joel's death was, i dunno what could

big fan of the angst potential here chat

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Gonna ramble about a movie I watched because it ended up far more interesting than I thought, and reminded me of a few things. It has some spoilers tho so (long ass post....)

It's kinda like Dead Poets Society, but if it was set in ww2 nazi boarding school for history buffs

Я убейся бля. It reminded me so much of dps. The scenes, the characters, legit everything with just a few changes here and there. I honestly just viewed Friedrich and Albrecht as best friends, but some people apparently see them as romantic interests, and honestly, I can't even argue with that. A few scenes felt like it. Still, no matter what your views on them are, it's still pretty devastating.

It also kinda hit close to home, which may be a weird thing to say for a film with nazis ☠️, BUT I meant specifically how the school and teachers acted and Friedrich's roommates. Obviously, it's not as comparable. Napolas were literally teaching teens to kill, but it reminded me just a tiny bit, k??? The strict ass teachers, and don't even get me started on the humiliating punishment. That one scene with the instructor and shit reminded me of my own teacher. Whenever we failed a test or quiz, he'd make us chew the paper and spit it out. We'd also get hit sometimes in front of everyone, among other things.

Another thing it reminded me was my friend. I think one of the main reasons I mainly viewed them as friends was because I might have been projecting from how much Albrecht reminded me of a friend lmfao. This shit is very personal but well whatever. It was mostly their personalities. He was also reserved, kinda soft spoken and quiet, like Albrecht. He had some family issues, mainly with his dad, and because of his personality, he wasn't severely bullied or anything, more like outcasted and ignored by the others. I was the only one he actually talked to casually without purpose, so I suppose being his only friend, I kinda influenced him too and vice versa (since it was also a pretty shitty time in my life where I was a bit stupid lol). He really stood with what he thought. Friedrich and Albrecht were like mirrors to me, almost. But unfortunately, too much alike. Due to some stuff happening, I also ended up losing him to suicide. I wasn't even able to attend his funeral, so the scene where Friedrich requested an obituary and they refused to give Albrecht a funeral in the school???? Ouch. And I also already felt a bit guilty with what happened, so when that fuck said the parents blamed Friedrich to be partially responsible for Albrecht's death, uhh, double ouch. It got me thinking a bit.

I'd be lying if I said I don't miss him bad, but shit, enough of that. I rambled about it wayy too much.

Yeah, this movie is great as hell. Not only is it a good film, but it'll probably hold an important place in my brain. I'm gonna think about this for the next week thx. Super cool movie. There should be more films where they allow guys to have more emotional relationships than just "oh, I'm super masculine. I don't care about others." Yeah, most of us are raised to be more emotionally reserved and probably cant be affectionate for shit with friends or let alone anyone, but don't lie when you say you haven't atleast had one friendship where you let go for once damn. "Bromance" or not, some ppl need to learn how to care. You can be masculine and still care for your friends deeply, ya know.

This movie might have some intentional or unintentional homoeroticism in it, but эххххх whatever.... Gay or not, we can all agree it's depressing in both ways someone can view it

(Just realized I probably liked this film due to more personal reasons than a cinematic view LMAO)

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this says a lot about Snape's character development for me. There are many parallels drawn throughout the series between Harry and Snape; obviously, they're very different characters but there are similarities too.

I think here Snape is talking about himself. The teenaged Snape we see in the Pensieve is very much like this- emotional, heart on his sleeve, easily provoked, a definite wallower in sad memories... weak. Adult Snape, though he retains some of these characteristics that do emerge in stressful moments (in PoA we see how angrily he reacts to Sirius's escape, for instance) on the whole is a great deal more thoughtful, reserved, calculating, measured.

I think that Snape at some point had to force himself to become this. I think he actually relates to Harry here, and is giving him advice based on personal experience. In my fic he begins to learn to control his emotions partially out of a desire to protect Lily; he's fully aware that she's his weakness (or really, his strength, viewed a different way) and that openly displaying any sort of emotion towards her at all makes her vulnerable to the likes of Avery and Mulciber, who will have the perfect weapon to get to him if they want to.

Severus doesn't have the advantages of his peers, he's not pureblood, he wasn't born into money. If he wants to join the Death Eaters and rise in their ranks, he needs to be subtle, cunning, careful. he can't afford to be careless and entitled like mulciber or bellatrix or even sirius. what he's got to offer isn't his name or his money, it's his sheer talent and cleverness. moving on:

When Voldemort decides to go after Lily this becomes even more important. Imo the reason why Voldemort believes that Snape only "desired" Lily is because that's what Snape told him. He lied to Voldemort's face and told him something probably disgusting tbh because that's the only way Voldemort would accept it and agree, if it was a selfish, callous request that Voldemort could understand. We can see evidence of this here:

Asking Voldemort to spare a mudblood because he was in love with her would likely not have gone over well- and as we know, Voldemort actually bore his request in mind, though obv didn't give enough of a fuck about Snape to follow through. Because although asking voldemort to spare her must have taken serious balls, Snape's mistake here was trusting someone inherently selfish to do something selfless for him.

Clearly he immediately realises this and goes to Dumbledore, which is when controlling his emotions becomes of paramount importance, because now he's working against perhaps the most highly accomplished legilimens of all time.

It's also interesting to me that Snape in this conversation is probably the character who is most forthright and informative with Harry in the whole of OotP until Dumbledore at the end; Harry actually learns a lot in this conversation. And Snape also kind of gives him credit which is interesting too:

like for Snape that's high praise lmao. A shame because if he wasn't so bitter (i.e. didn't wear his heart on his sleeve so much around harry) then he might have actually been pretty helpful to Harry and a decent teacher. Again, during the Occlumency lessons his unrestrained emotion brought up by memories of James is a hindrance. He defies Dumbledore's orders to teach Harry Occlumency because of his emotional response to SWM, as well as honestly doing kind of a shit job before that (by not being empathetic and teaching Harry in a way that would've been actually productive.)

At this point Dumbledore believes that Harry learning Occlumency and controlling his emotions is of vital importance; he turns out to be wrong about this. In Harry's case, it turns out to be his emotional nature that saves him- unlike Snape, who is the opposite. Snape's journey is about learning that some things are more important than his selfish need to give into his own emotions.

By DH Snape's learned this lesson fully; his old hatred for James doesn't stop him from doing what has to be done, from giving Harry the tools he needs. Even in the final moments of his life, he can look past James and see Lily in Harry- and, by giving Harry the information that leads to his self-sacrifice, he can let her go.

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sirius shipping "analyze" that u might find interesting or not

i really wanted to address smth that it was also addressed by one of my moots, but oh well, why not write my own thing. i'm open to any sort of question about this bc i think that talks about ships are fun and make it very clear on how u view characters as well lol

i have said multiple times in my blog that i do ship wolfstar, i just don't ship them in a way most of the fandom does, and i also don't find the "dramatic star across lovers appeal" (or whatever the saying goes) about them. in theory, for me at least, this obviously is my personal take, everything about this is personal take, even sirius/snape is more interesting than sirius/remus. some of u know that i'm not wrong. in the books sirius and remus dynamic have "few colors." sirius and remus in consistent with their characters in the books would be dysfunctional and not like the fandom usually portrays them. if we go by the theory that sirius did have romantic feeling for james bc of his parallels with snape and his feelings for lily, sirius would probably be using remus because he can't get james and remus would probably be very much aware of that.

nothing in the books suggests that remus and sirius had a particularly close relationship when they were young. in fact!!! considering what transpired, they may have been the least close of the four lol. there is a typical adolescent boy group hierarchy in the willow scene (teen boys) it is never depicted as a friendship between equals. given that remus and peter are both followers in the group, and reminding remus's failure/struggle to monitor/stop/speak up sirius and james's behavior

but as adults we do see that they're different. and that's why adult wolfstar makes so much more sense, either sirius reciprocating remus's feelings after years or both getting to know each other again in romantic lenses.

and now where am i'm going with this? there is a clear reason, despite my constant whining in my blog why prongsfoot is not popular, and the reason is that jily, the actual canon couple, harry's parents, the main character's parents, will always be more powerful than any ship trying to separate them. it's easy math, it's always going to be like that. jily is simply more important as a couple than prongsfoot or jegulus, or any other ship with them in it. that's the hard truth my prongsfoot heart had to accept ages ago.

but this is just sad, isn't it? sirius literally on every side you looking at it not having any functional relationship, lmao😭. not that everyone necessarily needs one, let me be clear here, i actually am a huge huge huge huge fan of ace sirius. but i also think that love plays a part in human's life and i want to explore that with his character.

so this why marlene mckinnon become one of sirius partner. an order member, very niche no? very simple math in a literature sense AGAIN. (all im doing here is finding the x guys) but there is also, a very very interesting lookout to them. marlene as an ooc of the fandom, has now for years, been the female version of sirius, and the question airs, knowing what a complex individual sirius is, would he date someone similar to himself? how would that would work out.

dating someone that is a mirror of yourself, is exactly what someone like sirius needs in my personal opinion because it means sirius has to face the issues he knows he has, and people tend to do things better/healthier etc when they do things for other people rather than themselves. i think this is also something taught in martial arts, how your body strengths when you want to protect someone closer to you by much more than you protecting yourself.

now why marlene? marlene could not be barty, emma, emmeline, benjy, evans and the many more characters that the fandom has created and added to our marauders era to make it more full, is because marlene is the one we gave sirius's persona to. she is the one who can mirror him. she is the one who we can say "two sides of the same coin" for many fanon reason we have created along the jouney, she is the one that helps us the best to take sirius part by part bc they are mirrors of each other and dating ur mirror? ooff that sure sounds something i, personally, want to explore and devour.

edited here: oh no marlene is not a savior, that is not how i wanted to come across as AT ALL, marlene holds him accountable, and sirius would hold her accountable, bc i view their persona, morals, way of thinking, ethics, the same, so by dealing with each other's bullshit, they would simultaneously be dealing with their own bullshit. relationship like theirs, either go dysfunctional bc again, dealing with the package you carry and healing from it etc, it's not a walk on the park, but if they DO eventually deal with it, in which they also wouldn't bc marlene dies, but, oh well, they would fit together very perfectly<<<< just so no one thinks im making marlene any saint here, im just talking more about sirius

so sirius/marlene would either end as any other sirius ship, dysfunctional. or achieve what none of the other ships really can do, have sirius in a stable relationship and away from the environment he tried so hard to stay away from.

AND of fucking course, we chose the dead character for this.

we really don't want that man happy lmaooo

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how the hp boys would react to trans reader suggesting pegging ? xx

Trans FtM!Reader x HP boys + their reaction to pegging

Shaking over this request /pos because ABSOLUTELY

Also I only did the main ones!! If you'd like me to do a part 2 with Seamus, Dean, Oliver, and Cedric just lmk!!

NSFW warning!! Well slightly. Nothing too explicit but it's implied. Also for ALL intents and purposes, ALL HP CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR ARE 18+! Though I would assume that's obvious by now. Just wanted to place a reminder.

Harry: We all know this man is so obviously bisexual. So really if you ask him, he might seem a bit shocked at first but ultimately he like "well,,,," and then he proceeds to think about it for like the next week. Dear Lord please save this man because his classes will be SUFFERING. No one knows what he's thinking about but his brain is obviously not in the room with him. Once he actually TRIES it though? He's into it. Maybe more than he realized-

When you ask: You're both sitting in the Gryffindor common room, probably just doing some assignments to catch up in the week when you just casually pop out the question. This causes him to mess up what he was writing and also spill his bottle of ink on his paper as he looks up at you in shock. "Uh- I'm sorry what did you say?" Oh he heard you. He just didn't think you'd ask such a thing. Que him flushing and trying to come up with the words as you just grin at him fumbling.

Ron: Viktor Krum gave him some kind of awakening, let's be real. SO with that being said, he's definitely thought about it once or twice. Once you suggest it? He's protesting left and right as if he doesn't want to do it but once again, he finds himself thinking about it a bit too much. If he tries it, he'll like it but it's not his favorite in the world per say. He'd rather give than receive yk

When you ask: You're eating breakfast of course. What a classic thing right? Let's say you have a dream about it and just,,, decide to quietly bring it up to Ron who's shoving eggs into his mouth and once you ask there's suddenly VERY loud coughing in the Great Hall. Even Harry and Hermione next to you guys are just like "Bloody hell Ron what is the matter with you??" And the KNOWING SMILE YOU HAVE ON YOUR FACE??? IT'S NOT HELPING HIS CASE HERE-

Fred: oh he's so down. Do you even have to ask? He's definitely thought about it a LOT. Come on this is Fred we're talking about here. Plus I mean he's most likely dated a few guys himself so it wouldn't exactly be foreign to him. So he's naturally nonchalant about it and agrees with it. Though after you ask him he thinks about it to the point he's just like "so are we going to or…" because come on you can't just ask him that and not expect to give him something out of it!! Don't leave our boy hanging here :((

When you ask: He's working on his latest prank in his dorm room while you and him are just chilling together. You're actually behind him, running your hands through his hair and massaging his back but your thoughts were wandering while you were behind him. So you ask if he'd be into pegging. Glancing behind you he watches your face before just going "yeah of course I've thought about it. Why? You offering, love?" And just laughs when you playfully shove him

George: This man goes awfully silent when you ask. But yes he would probably do it in a heartbeat. Whether it's because he wants to please you or because he's curious? That's up for debate. To be fair though he's probably has kissed Lee like once or twice out of curiosity, or at least dated a guy but never really like went anywhere with it. Just be gentle with this man please or else he might explode lmao

When you ask: You're at the library with George, honestly just goofing off and you're supposed to be studying but since when did you guys ever actually do that? So instead you guys decide to just chat around. Though you however get the idea to ask George this whenever you guys start talking about your dating lives and how George says he's been with a guy but not BEEN with a guy. He goes oddly silent. BUT it's kinda clear by the way his face heats up that he's into the idea. You just of course smile sweetly and reassure him that it's okay and you'd be more than happy to help him in to which he gets even FURTHER FLUSTERED but y'know it's a win win

Draco: never in his life has ever even thought about it. Probably doesn't ever consider it. You'd honestly have to beg him for it?? But after enough persuasion and such, he'd give in. He just doesn't want to bottom like that y'know? After living in a toxic masculinity household for his whole life he finds it weird to bottom. HOWEVER if he does, it's a sight to see fr. He's just gotta ease into it but luckily he trusts his lovely boyfriend aka you <33

When you ask: You're sitting on one of the couches in the Slytherin common room and it's oddly quiet because it's the weekend so there's not really anyone there (thankfully bc Draco would kill you if anyone heard you ask him this) when you're looking out the window to the Black Lake and just straight up ask. He full on STOPS reading his book and snaps his head up to you like "w h a t" before you repeat your question but louder. "No no I heard you but why the hell-" and insert you guys kind of arguing over it? But not really. It's just him being in denial and you begging him playfully.

Neville: sighhhh. You're going to have to revive him first because good job man you killed him. Gave him a heart attack right then and there. But to say the least he probably would hesitate to agree as well just because he'd be so self conscious and shy?? But after TONS of reassurance and kisses then yeah he'd agree. Just promise you will keep it between you guys because he does NOT want his friends finding out. He knows the others would tease him for it and he'd actually want to crawl away for a thousand years.

When you ask: You asked when you guys were in your dorm!! You were just cuddling after classes right before dinner, enjoying the time with each other before you had to go be with everyone else (ew gross /j) and you popped the question. When I told you this man almost let out a scream just at your question alone because IT WAS SO SUDDEN?? He then proceeded to hide away in your chest as his whole face and ears turned bright red. He looked like he had the worst sunburn oh my god. You meanwhile were just CACKLING as he was trying to stumble over his words! What even could he say though? Yes?? Maybe?? He didn't even KNOW- eventually he just gave up and waited until he calmed down to try to speak. Though you reassured him over and over the whole time <33 good luck explaining why he's going to be a nervous wreck at dinner though :))

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hi i remember you mentioning bpd mafuyu like a while ago and i have thought about it a lot since. could i maybe ask you to elaborate………. /nf

I talked about it on my sideblog which basically summarizes my thoughts but I'll add some more here while I'm at it :3

I find formal diagnostic criteria to be a bit finicky especially depending on the psychiatrist's view of the disorder when they diagnose someone with it, so a lot of my thoughts about it are based off of my own personal experience. Please note I am not formally diagnosed but highly suspect myself to have the disorder

A lot of Mafuyu's BPD symptoms are characterized by lack of emotion/being extremely out of touch with one's own emotions. In Main Story she expresses these feelings quite clearly, saying that no matter how much she searches she can't find anything (a statement made referring to her sense of self). As the stories go on she does grow and is getting closer to finding her "true self", but smth nice about it that I talk about in my sideblog post is that this builds off of her [vaguely defined] personality traits

A large part of why she likely has BPD is obviously because of her mother. Her mom is very much emotionally enmeshed with her daughter, smth that other posters can explain a lot better than me and also something that can be found in these events:

What Lies Beyond Guiding A Lost Child (third focus)

Farewell, My Mask (fourth focus)

And So, The Needle Begins To Move (sixth focus)

Do keep in mind I haven't read Reeling In The Lights (fifth focus) because I'm waiting for it to get to English server nglllllll

In each of these events, we can observe how Mafuyu's mom intertwines her emotional state with her daughter's. The whole "be a good girl and you'll make me happy/proud" thing speaks for itself, but something that's very notable that came up in Mafu6 is how whenever Mafuyu's mom starts getting upset Mafuyu immediately drops everything to make her feel better. At the end of this particular event, Mafuyu is driven into a dissociative spiral after her mom left the room to go calm down (AFTER MAKING A WHOLE SCENE OF GETTING UPSET!!!). Mafuyu perceives any moment of her mom being upset as her fault

The fact that her mother relies on her to such an extent for stability like this, on top of the fact that she actively isolates her daughter socially—Main Story, Immiscible Discord (Kana3), Mafu4, and probably other things I'm forgetting—as well as the lack of privacy between the two of them (again, Kana3) means that Mafuyu literally did not have the room to develop her own independent sense of self.

It's not like this was just something that started in her teen years either, since we literally see how Mafuyu's mom used a traumatic event to emotionally manipulate her very young daughter (Mafu3, specifically when Mafuyu was very young and got lost as Phoenix Wonderland, a sequence of events we see through a flashback). Emotional abuse like this can have extreme negative consequences, especially at such a key psychological developmental stage for children that age.

I may be missing a thing here or there because I am a little tired but yeah this is some more rambling about that from the top of my head. I really do think that Mafuyu has some kind of personality disorder, and borderline fits her the best imo.

Please note again that this is all based off of my personal experiences and my own knowledge of borderline. I am NOT formally educated on the subject, what I'm doing here is basically peak "recognizing myself in the fictional character" or whatever

Also smth funny that's semi-related is that during Imprisoned Marionette (first focus) Mizuki refers to helping Mafuyu as "basically rehab" WHICH IS REALLY FUNNY AND IT ALWAYS STUCK WITH ME LMAO

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1000 BLUNTS. || Dealer!MATT STURNIOLO X F!READER.

Hey, ya'll, I am so sorry for being so inactive. I really couldn't help it. I've moved jobs, started training, and things. I start my work day at 7:30 and end at 5 PM, and by the time I get home, I am just exhausted, lol. I decided to write something with Matt, including $B. This also might be based on a dream I had about Scrim, LOL.

PAIRING: Dealer!SlightlyOlder!Matt Sturniolo x F!Stoner!Reader

WARNINGS: Drug Use (obviously, it's only weed though. Nothing too serious, if this is not for you, scroll away!) Unprotected sex. (don't do this guys), fingering, oral sex, high sex, dirty talk, degrading and praise kinks, one use of (Y/N). Appearance of Chris as a lil brother in this lol.

SUMMARY: In which reader and dealer! Matt finds comfort within each other. There is just something about weed, soft moments and sex that could pair anyone together, but not as perfectly as these two.

NOTES: I KNOW IT'S LONG, I CAN'T HELP IT LOL. Guys, as a fellow stoner, this is like my dream LMAO. This is rated 18+ so if you are below that, scroll away! This is not meant for you. This is purely fictional, and something I fantasize about, if you like it, or want more of it, please leave some love down below! This did take a long time to write, and it is long so bare with me if there are any mistakes, but there is nothing better than soft love with Matt.

My heart was pounding like it always was when I'm here, I was waiting outside of the shitty apartment on the 3rd floor of an even shittier building. I could hear the sound of the trains running on the tracks behind the building, the sand grains falling from the walls with a hiss and the hooters of cars trying to follow through with traffic on the highway nearby. I looked at my car parked in the fairly empty parking lot below, next to a black SUV. The black car looked so nice and new, and severely out of place. I shifted the weight of my tote bag on my shoulder as it was now becoming uncomfortable. Knowing I was probably going to be staying the night, I brought some necessities from home. This apartment might be shitty, but the person inside definitely wasn't.

My hand raises to knock on the dark green door, the golden number 3 that had rusted screws almost mocking me and reminding me of where I was and what I am doing. Usually, I call Matt to meet at my house or a park closer to my house so I can get some weed, and maybe a few pre-rolls as well. However, I had gotten into a huge fight with my mother, and when I had looked in my pink mini satchel to see if I could just smoke away my problem, there was nothing but an empty fabric bag looking back at me. I decided it would be better for me to just take a drive, I did not want to be in that house.

Ive been to Matt's apartment many times before, we had chilled after he offered to take me with him on some of his runs. It had built a relationship between us, yet we were not together. Just closer than platonic friends if that makes sense.

"Listen, Kid, you don't tell anyone about this 'right?" He said, putting a blunt between his lips and lighting it with my bedazzled pink lighter. We had sat on his balcony outside, the sun was just settling beyond the horizon. We sat next to each other on two chairs outside, my bare legs were across his jean-clad ones. "What, the fact that you took me on some runs, or that you are using my pink sparkly lighter?" I teased, taking the joint from his fingers and putting it between my lips. I looked over at Matt, his tattoo-covered arm and hands were resting on my leg as he was fiddling with the pink object. He winked at me, blowing out the smoke and sitting in silence, settling more into his chair as his hands started rubbing small circles, one on my thigh and one on my calf.

Before I could reminisce on further memories, the door was opened partly as the chain lock was holding shut, showing his gorgeous face adorned with a suspicious look and a toothbrush hanging from his mouth. It then quickly changed to a look of surprise. "Ma!" He quickly shouted, closing the door, unlocking the chain and opening the door fully. It revealed Matt standing there with black loose jeans, white sneakers, a white tee and freshly washed hair. He opened up his arms, letting me into the apartment with a smile.

I smiled at him, "Sorry for dropping in like this, I didn't want to be at that house." I said, walking down the passage and down into the living room. I heard him spit the excess toothpaste into the kitchen sink, before coming to join me. I stood awkwardly, looking around the living room. Not much has changed since I was last here, the two chairs are still outside. There are bags of weed sitting on his coffee table, along with other white substances, as well as dollar bills. They sat amongst cherry rizzla and my pink lighter that was placed neatly to the side.

"No need to explain (Y/N), you know you are always welcome here." He spoke, coming to stand next to me before moving to sit and stretch himself across his black couch. He placed his foot on the edge of the coffee table, picking up a pre-rolled blunt before lighting it with my pink lighter and tapping the space next to him. I placed my bag on the floor, sliding off my sandals before moving to sit next to Matt. His eyes followed my actions. Until I was sitting right next to him, his thigh touching mine as I tucked my feet under me. He passed me the joint before leaning forward and shuffling between the different strains before turning to look at me over his shoulder. "Alright, what d'ya want kid?" His blue eyes never left mine, sending shivers down my spine. My face had begun to flush, embarrassingly so.

"Will you let me pay for it this time?" I said, reaching for my tote bag on the floor, but he grabbed my wrist before I could even touch the fabric straps. He has now turned to face me, "You know I am not gonna let you pay for anything kid, I mean I smoke this shit too." He let go of my wrist and moved back to the table, avoiding eye contact as he picked up a bag with a purple-ish bundle of weed inside. "Matt!" I whined, rolling my eyes before moving closer to see what he was doing, placing my head on my chin on his shoulder as I peered over him to look at the table in front of us. He shook the bag back and forth, before moving some into a smaller bag, along with the pink rolling papers. He opened my tote bag, placing the weed and the paper in. He looked up and winked at me once again, a smirk on his face.

He then put the blunt we were smoking earlier back into his mouth, leaning back and relaxing against the back of the couch. I grabbed the pink lighter from his hand before he could bring it up and light it. He looked at me curiously, watching my every move again. I leaned closer to him, almost as if I were to straddle him, but I kept to my respectful side and placed my hand around the joint, lighting it for him. He breathed in, inhaling the smoke and I watched as his blue eyes grew heavier. I took the joint from his lips and placed it in between mine, inhaling the potent herb. I looked down at him, a small smile slash smirk on my face as I took in his appearance.

As I released the smoke from my lungs, he grabbed my left thigh and pulled me over his lap. My white dress had bunched up around my hips, my bare thighs now almost fully on display next to his jean-clad ones. My face flushed embarrassingly so, but it really shouldn't as this happened more often than one would think. He placed his hands on my thighs, looking up at me with a smile. I could feel his warm hands and cold rings against my ever-heating skin. "Where were you going before I got here?" I asked, holding the blunt between my two fingers, my left hand resting on his shoulder. He kept his eyes on mine, his hands rubbing soothingly up and down my thighs, the tips of his fingers going under the hem of my dress. "Nowhere now." He mumbled, lifting his chin as if he was asking for another pull.

I placed the joint between his lips once again, rolling my eyes. "Don't lie to me Sturniolo," I playfully teased, moving my hands to rest on his chest. He took the joint out from his mouth, his eyes now becoming a reddish tint. They probably looked similar to mine. "I am not going to lie, I was going to do a few runs and then make my way over to you Princess." He moved his free hand to caress my cheek, making me blush tenfold. I leaned into his touch, these moments were my favourite. The soft, intimate ones. "I'm sorry, you can still go on your runs. If you want me to, I can go back home." I said, feeling a bit insecure about stopping him from making money and doing his runs.

I looked down at my lap but was quickly forced to look back at the blue eyes I had fallen in love with as his fingers held the point of my chin up to meet his gaze. "You know I'd never do that kid, I want you. I want you to stay here." I smiled softly, matching his soft look. "I could kiss you, you're way too sweet to me Matty," I said, playing with the ends of his curls behind his neck where my hands rested. The sun had now settled, and the only sort of light was the moon that had begun to rise as well as the street lights from outside.

I leaned forward, placing my lips just barely above his and loving the way his hands had moved from my thighs to my hips. "I want to stay here," I whispered. He looked up at my eyes once again before fluttering them closed and whispering back, "Please." He then placed his lips on mine, and it was like all the electricity had decided to run through my veins. I opened my mouth to let his curious tongue in, but before we could go any further, there was a huge pounding on the door.

I jumped out of my skin, pulling away from Matt like I had just been burned. His expression had turned to one of concern as he looked toward his front door. The lights still weren't on yet, so I looked at him with worry. "Come with me," He whispered, taking my hand and leading me to his bedroom. I could finally see the train tracks that I heard earlier from his bedroom window, the soft street lights were illuminating his room. He sat me down on the bed before we heard the pounding on the door again.

My heart was beating out of my chest, I gripped Matt's hand before he could move. "Who is that?" I whispered. He placed his hands on both of my cheeks and kissed me softly. He kissed me as if to say don't worry, everything will be okay. "Just stay here for me, please." He said as his lips brushed against my forehead. He then turned to leave, closing the door behind him. I felt my anxiety was at an all-time high, I brought my hands up to my face, they were shaking. The weed was bringing out the paranoia. I almost wanted to laugh.

I sat on his bed and tried my best to listen through the door. I could hear Matt's voice as he greeted the person at the door. Another voice could be heard, a deeper voice than his but similar. They continued to conversate, but by the sounds of the tone of the muffled voices, it was still quite tense. This information did nothing to calm my heart down.

"What the hell Chris! Where have you been? Why are you here?" I heard Matt's voice begin to rise, along with my fear. Chris, Chris... Why does that name sound so familiar to me? The other voice, or now Chris had responded. "C'mon man, I'm your brother. Can't you just spot me this one time?" This muffled voice came closer to the door, and my heart started beating faster. He also blatantly ignored Matt's question about where he had been. "What? No Chris, you owe me for the last 3 times I've spotted you and that doesn't answer my question!" Matt argued, their voices coming closer to the door. I could hear the little nervousness in Matt's voice as he approached the door. I watched as the doorknob twisted, opening the door and revealing the two boys. I almost wanted to laugh at the sight.

My eyes had locked on blue eyes, similar to Matt's but they didn't have enough depth as he did. Although he did look identical to Matt, I did not know he had a twin. Chris smirked, looking between Matt and me. I smiled nervously, looking at his devilish grin and then looking at Matt who smiled softly at me but turned his annoyed glare back to his brother. "Well well well, is this why you weren't answering my calls earlier?" Chris spoke, coming closer to me with a domineering smile. He put his hand out for me to shake, and although my anxiety had calmed down significantly, I was still hesitant to shake his hand.

I glanced at Matt, who had his gaze trained on our hands as I shook Chris's. I blushed furiously, looking up at the brothers. "Well, what's your name, Angel?" Chris asked, pulling my hand to his face and placing a kiss on my knuckles. I looked away, mumbling my name to him. He retreated to the door frame where Matt had stood, standing silently, the intense energy was radiating, and as much as I should be scared of him, I couldn't help but stare at his serious demeanour and clench my thighs together just a little bit. Chris had strolled through the house, taking a smaller bag of weed and bid his brother goodbye. I could hear them arguing as they made their way back to the front door.

I stood in the doorway of Matt's bedroom (more like leaning on it), watching him come in. He closed the door in a huff, making his way back to where I was standing. I watched him walk closer to me until he was directly in front of me. He looked down at me, his serious demeanour just a little bit softer as he finally looked me in the eyes. "I don't like it when people interrupt us." He sighed, placing his hand on my hip as my head leaned against the doorframe. After all that seriousness, that is what he had to say. I let out a laugh, placing a hand on his cheek and reaching up to kiss his jaw. "You know, for a dealer, you really can be such a big baby," I said, pulling away. "Just for you Princess," He softly smiled, placing a hand over mine and pulling me in the direction of the balcony.

When we walked past the coffee table, he snatched a new pre-roll as well as my pink lighter. I had grabbed a blanket off his couch as I knew the outside temperature would be cooler than usual, especially since it was a bit later into the evening. Matt had sat down on one of the large chairs on the small balcony, placing his things on the small rusty metal table between the chairs.

I made a move to walk past him and toward the open chair, before I felt his ring-clad fingers find my waist and pull me into his lap. I let out a squeak, looking at him with wild open eyes. "You could've just asked!" I said, hitting his chest and scolding him. He rolled his eyes, moving my body as if I weighed nothing to face sideways, my legs were mainly across his lap as my face hid in the crook of his neck. "Takes too long." His hands found comfort on my hip, the other one reaching for the pre-roll. We decided to smoke the new joint, equally blowing puffs into the cold air around us. I threw the blanket over both of our legs. The sun had now long set behind the horizon, but the multiple-coloured lights of the city below were enough to give us some sight. It created an atmospheric experience, adding to the tempo of our conversations. It felt natural to talk to him like we had a similar mind.

"You know, I think it's funny that you have a twin brother," I said, smiling up at him. He did that upside-down smile of his, "We're triplets, my other brother is currently in Boston visiting my parents." He spoke, I could hear the vibration of his voice in his chest. I smiled at the comforting feeling. The weed had gotten to me, "Do you like having siblings?" I asked softly, continuing the conversation. "I love them more than anything in the world," He said, placing a kiss on my temple. His hands were rubbing soothing circles onto my legs and waist once again. I smiled at the answer, but. Before I could ask another question, he answered again. "Well, maybe not anything." He gave my thigh a cheeky squeeze, but my heart soared. I moved to sit up and look up at him, seriously taking in his words.

I smiled, knowing that this was his way of telling me things. The little movements, the loving moments. I leaned down once again and pressed my lips against his once again, however this time it was more intense. The grip on my waist had tightened, pulling me closer to him as we melted into one another. I placed my tongue on his lips, and we opened it up to a deeper kiss. His hand had moved down to grab my ass once again, this time with a rough squeeze. I gasped, letting out a little moan at the feeling of his hands on my body.

I pulled away, slightly breathless and red in the face. He smirked down at me one more time, his brown curls flopping with him. I could feel him growing hard under my thigh, increasing my blush. He had placed his hand in between my thighs, dangerously high to where I needed him the most. I breathed in, a spark of confidence creeping up my spine. It must be the weed, but before I could chicken out, I placed my hand over his that was on my thigh and moved it a little closer under my dress's hem.

Matt's breath hitched in his throat, the sound causing me to look up at him with innocent eyes. His own blue eyes were hooded, looking at me with an almost desperate look. "Are you insinuating something, Princess?" He asked, moving his hand even higher, his fingers brushing the fabric of my pink panties. I squeezed my thighs just a little bit, a whine almost escaping me. The words that came out of his mouth were so hypocritical since he was looking at me like a lost puppy. I nodded innocently, my gaze looking at his hands under the blanket. He nodded against my face as he placed a kiss on my cheek, then my jaw and then my neck. Of course, I was red in the face, moving my hips slowly, trying to get any form of friction from his fingers, but not wanting to show how needy I was for him.

This movement caused him to smirk, he continued to tease me by moving his fingers gently across my fabric-covered heat, however, my arousal was making a wet patch. I blushed, covering my face with my hands. "Hey, none of that shit. Let me see how good I make you feel." He rasped against my ear. He removed his hand from under my dress, moving me so I straddled his lap once again. I rolled my eyes at his behaviour, which caused him to slap my ass. It wasn't a hard spank, but enough to leave a sting. He raised his eyebrows, with a "try me now" look before he placed his hands under my thighs and ass and stood up from the chair.

I let out a yelp as he stood, scrambling to hold onto his neck for support. "Matthew!" I shouted, letting out a laughter after. He gave me a goofy smile, one that had devious intentions behind it as he carried me inside. We stumbled a bit over my sandals before he carried me down the small apartment and the hallway into his bedroom. He had nudged the door open with his foot, before placing me on the bed. I bounced on the mattress, but Matt was quick to crowd over me, leaving me no choice but to move my weight onto my elbows. My breathing was now fast, feeling the shift of his dominating presence above me. His red, low and hooded eyes. My god, this man was going to be the death of me.

He placed his hands almost under my arms, leaning closer to me, while placing a knee between my legs. He moved to grab my jaw, pulling my face in for a hot, searing kiss. I instantly moved to kiss him back with vigour, moving my hand to run through the curls at the nape of his neck. He kissed me with force, leading us back until my back reached the mattress, and he had moved fully above me. I moved my legs, opening them up so he could slot right between them, and thank the stars I did. He let out a groan as his hips came into contact with my pink panties. The harsh jean fabric was rough but felt oh so good against my core.

He pulled away from the kiss, moving down from my lips to my jaw and neck. I let out breathy whines and moans and I whispered his name. Once his name left my lips, he looked up at me with lust-filled eyes. He sat back on his haunches, sliding his hands up the side of my thighs and under my dress's hem, before continuing to slide it up my body until it was up and over my head. My heart raced to reveal my breasts to the cold air around us, not having a bra on made my nipples harden. His gaze zeroed in on my tits before he let out a breath. "God, you are just so perfect, my pretty, pretty girl." I felt my cheeks flush, but before I even had time to respond, he placed his mouth over my right nipple, causing me to grip the sheets underneath me and let out a moan. The weed, him, it all made everything feel a little fuzzy and way more sensitive.

He continued kissing my tits, alternating from the left and right, making sure that they were equally attended to with bites, kisses and dark purple marks. My hips started moving against his, not being able to help the pleasure that was running through me. He moved his hips against mine, making me cry out his name. My fingers found his curls once again, almost pushing him away. Instead of moving away, he went lower and kissed my naval. He began running his tongue against the waistband of my panties, almost making me drool at the sight. His big blue eyes then looked up at me, slightly red as he moved my panties to the side. "This too much for you baby?" He teased, but not thinking straight, I shook my head 'no' regardless.

He smirked once again, before leaning down and placing his tongue flat against my slit. I moaned lowly, closing my eyes and rolling my head back as my fingers that remained in his hair pulled slightly. He continued licking long stripes up until he reached my clit, stimulating it with his lips and tongue. My hips started to move again as the pleasure was running through my veins like electricity. He was quick to wrap his hands around my thighs to keep my hips stable against the bed with a warning look.

"Please, Matt," I whispered into the air around us, the only sound behind the spit and slurping from where his mouth met my core. He came up, kissing me with remnants of me on his lips. "Let me take my time with you pretty, don't be needy." He teased, running his nose on the side of my jaw before placing a kiss right underneath my ear. I shivered, letting my hands roam on his skin, my nails running against his shoulders before reaching up to brush through his skin. I looked at him with big innocent eyes, and he maintained eye contact with me while he kissed down my chest and down between my legs once again. I let out a breathy moan as I watched him.

The feeling he was giving me was indescribable. Him, his tongue, the way his fingers gripped into the flesh of my thigh, the weed making everything so much fuzzier. It wasn't long before I felt his tongue back on my clit, followed by two fingers probing my entrance. I let out a gasp as he slipped his fingers in, and the pace he started had become relentless. I was a moaning mess, "Matt! B-baby please!" I whined, holding onto his wrist. He moaned, causing the vibrations to go straight through me. It had me seeing stars. I felt my stomach coil, and he started pumping at another angle, causing that coil to snap.

"C-Cummin-!" I babbled, looking down at him again, before closing my eyes and letting my orgasm wash over me. "Such a good fucking girl, arencha?" He spoke, kissing up my thighs. My chest was heaving with shallow breaths, and before I knew it, I heard the unbuckling of his jeans. He grabbed my thighs once again and pulled me down the edge of the bed. I let out a yelp, looking at him with a small smile.

His eyes softened, leaning down to kiss me. It was soft, matching the soft touch of his hands rubbing soothing patterns on my hips. "You okay there princess?" He said, barely above a whisper. I smiled, placing a hand on his jaw, before lightly tapping it. "Shut up and fuck me like you mean it." This caused him to laugh, earning a giggle from me in return.

He pulled down his black Calvin Kleins, letting his cock spring free and slap against his stomach. I reached to touch it, but he grabbed my wrist before I could even think. "As much as I would love that pretty, I have been wanting this for a while. If you touch me, I just know that I will not handle anything else besides you." He spoke, his voice low and his eyes hooded. I let out a whine, nodding and lying back completely. He leaned over me, his arms on both sides of my waist, kissing me softly. I kissed him back with passion, causing the kiss to become messy. I watched him lean back again, pumping himself a few times before running his pink tip against my slick folds. "So fucking wet, all for me pretty?" I moaned at the contact, my shallow breathing picking up feeling him enter me.

We both let out a breath as he sheathed himself into me, a low moan rumbling from his chest. He looked up at me, this time with a completely different look in his eyes. He kissed me softly on the shoulder, moving up to my neck. "Tell me when to move," He mumbled into my flesh, touching my body tenderly. Not being able to think straight, I nodded against him, placing kisses on the side of his face, his hair. I felt his lips curl into a smile, before I felt his hips move back. I moaned at the feeling, almost at a loss before he drove back in. I moaned, clawing at his back. He came up once more and placed one of my legs on his shoulder, holding the plush of my thigh as his pace had started to increase.

His cock filled me to the brim, feeling it turn from a slight uncomfortable pressure into pure pleasure. My moans, his moans, our shallow breaths had started to grow louder and louder. "C'mon baby, tell me how good it feels." He grumbled, his lips kissing the edge of the calf on his shoulder, while his other hand gripped and splayed across my hip. I let out a whimper, gripping the sheets below me. Biting my bottom lip, I felt my tits bounce with his pace increase as he was getting impatient with my lack of answer. "I-It," I conjured, letting out a breathy moan once again as he started hitting the perfect spot. "So, so good!" I shouted, putting a hand over my mouth to muffle it.

Matthew noticed, grabbing that hand and moving it above my head, holding it in place as he continued to fuck me silly. The hand that was on my hip, moved up my body and started rolling my pebbled nipple between his fingers. I squeezed my thighs together, feeling that familiar feeling licking up my spine. "Give it to me, Matty. Need to feel you cum in me," I moaned against his neck. He let out a rumble from his chest, kissing me, leaning into a bite on my neck. He rutted his hips into me at an incredible pace, and before I knew it, he was kissing me hotly. Teeth, tongue, moans as his hips snapped into me. I felt the coil snap, a second orgasm coming over me. This caused him to let out a loud moan, his hips were slower but harder and soon there were white ropes of him filling me up.

His panted, leaning back onto his haunches. The soft smile returned, and he pushed the hair that was sticking to my sweaty forehead away from my face. "There's my girl, let me get you cleaned up." He kissed my gently, pulling out with a hiss and walking over to the bathroom. I smiled, watching his naked butt with a giggle. "Nice ass!" I chirped, causing him to laugh. He returned with a wet rag and a glass of water and placed it on the bed side table. He moved to leave the room once again, but I grabbed his hand, turning him around to face me.

"Lay with me?" I spoke, almost whispered while pulling back the covers. Matt leaned down, kissing my forehead before crawling under the covers and lying on his back, opening his arm for me to lie on his chest.

A/N: WOW guys, this took me forever and im still not even happy w it but I'm trying to get back into writing. Tell me what you think!

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scu knuckles thoughts

It kinda bothers me how SCU Knuckles both in canon and fanwork is made into some idiot who can't grasp the idea of technology and stuff.. Like, putting aside the fact that game verse Angel Island was equipped with ancient technology, I get that the SCU echidnas are apparently supposed to be some small village with no actual indication of once being a huge civilization capable of making technological advancements (this is all given to the owls instead, see Longclaw's hologram and the entire maze-rising-from-the-ocean thing that kept the Master Emerald hidden) (actually bothers me how much of the echidna aesthetic was given to the owls lmao, like, we didn't even get the echidnas' ancient temple or their art or anything, it was all longclaw and gang)

So like, I get that it would be pretty obvious to write Knuckles as not understanding technology (that and because the writers can't stop themselves from making one 'knuckles is actually dumb guys' joke but whatever. Humor. Comedic relief. That scene where he smashes Sonic's hologram actually made me laugh the first time I saw it would you believe that) on first glance you'd think that all the planets are not really technologically advanced, but there's the owls, and there's Tails, who's an inventor and he's not really talking about how he invented electricity or whatever on his planet, nor is he surprised by any technology he sees on earth so it's safe to assume that there are places/planets in the SCU universe outside of earth that have technology just as advanced, and probably even more advanced.

So what I'm trying to get at here, is that while Knuckles comes from a less technologically developed place/planet/society? (Idk, maybe just a place in time for his tribe? (I'd really love it if SCU at least attempted worldbuilding, man…) ) He's supposed to be the guy who travelled the entire galaxy, has seen things no one has ever seen, fought many enemies, apparently got captured by other people… Like, obviously he's not gonna experience the joys of owning a mixer or whatever but I'm sure that if anyone actually bothered to write or come up with actual adventures or misadventures that he could've had while searching for the ME, they would easily get to a place where he watches something on a screen or sees holograms or turns lights on and off or sees an automatic door or uses a vehicle that resembles a car and multitude of other things I really don't understand why people think that he needs prince Edward from enchanted to explain to him how the lightbulb turns on and off

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this is going to be my somewhat-brief analysis (buckle in, it's not brief at all) of preluding scenes to farleigh and olivers... scene, lmao. because i can't read micro-expressions and social cues IRL, but i can for movies! also, i want to give my understanding of farleigh's character using the most substantial part of his arc. i disagree so much with a lot of people's takes on farleigh. i needed to talk extensively about it.

[0:58:46] farleigh makes eye contact with a footman. this is one of the footmen that farleigh mentions to felix in a later scene, which i'll also go into. what's interesting about this subtle interaction is how wildly differently you could consider it, depending on how you choose to view farleigh as a character. if you go the "mirror of oliver," route, then this eye contact could be the moment farleigh decides the route he's going to take to confront felix.

on the other hand, the hand that i believe makes more sense, farleigh is genuine in his confrontation with felix. the eye contact he shares with the footman is reciprocated; the footman holds it, even as his body pulls back and his head turns. this gives the idea that they are making a connection. the expression farleigh makes afterwards is also an indication that farleigh isn't plotting or scheming to earn pity points; he feels a connection and comradery with the only other black people at saltburn. when the footman turns away, unneeded anymore (this can be a parallel to farleigh), farleigh glances down, back up, then purses his lips. he looks dejected, in my opinion. this is immediately followed by farleigh's dig at oliver; "i think oliver looks like he'd rather throw himself out of a window.

food for thought.

[0:59:9] elsbeth: you can invite all your friends. farleigh: what friends?

this can obviously be a petty dig. and it is, in some ways. but i think a lot of these petty digs are because farleigh has been here before. he has watched his cousin drag home mediocre and tragic (presumably) white boys for perceived self-benefit. whether felix wants entertainment, wants to quell his guilty conscious (both of which are motivations for his mother), felix seems to have these fleeting possessive relationships with the friends he brings back to saltburn. he could also be queer and deeply repressed, lmfao.

i digress; farleigh is sick and tired. the first thing he says to oliver, before oliver even got to felix, was bitchy as all hell. after that, farleigh had more incentive to belittle oliver; yes, his comments about mannerisms, class, and overall character were petty. they were also all of the qualities that farleigh couldn't afford to have. farleigh is pointing out that oliver has no social life, yet still gets a 200-person party full of people that don't even know his name. this is tragically unfair, at least in farleigh's mind.

[1:01:25] felix: and fucking farleigh, what a little shit stirrer. oliver: well, someone has to entertain us all. felix: ...right. oliver: that's why we love him.

there's a clear disregard of humanity and depth, when felix concedes that farleigh is "entertainment." the sheer fact that felix would immediately believe oliver, a "stranger (as venetia so eloquently puts)" over a close family member, is odd on it's own. there are probably more reasons for distrust; everyone in saltburn is a shit stirrer, and farleigh does put on a particularly good show.

that's intentional, though. farleigh is very intentionally entertainment. otherwise, why would the cattons keep him around? they're welcoming people to their house as family, because they want a break from the reality of soul sucking wealth. because they want entertainment. elsbeth with her friend, who's only real personality traits are being pitiful and visibly different. felix, with his summer pet projects like oliver. farleigh can't be a temporary show; he needs to keep coming back. he needs sir james to support his mother.

[1:02:40] farleigh: i'm not saying my mother isn't completely idiotic when it comes to money. felix: you just have to be firm with her. farleigh: well i can't call her and tell her no! felix: i know, i know, you've said that. i know, i understand. farleigh: no, you don't know! you don't, it's humiliating. felix: it's very hard.

felix's approach to discussing other people's issues--that he does not relate to--makes me giggle sometimes. not that he's malicious or a fumbling idiot, but because of this scene specifically. in just this chunk of dialogue, you have the "i understand" and "you don't understand" conflict. an age old one. a common representation of someone who has never lived a specific struggle yet frames themselves as knowledgeable. felix seems to enjoy the "it's very hard" verbiage. the manner in which he speaks to oliver about his supposed impoverishment and struggles is very similar to the way he speaks to farleigh, in this scene.

i don't know what else to say about this. you can make your own inferences on felix's dialogue, i suppose.

[1:02:50] farleigh: i'm sorry, but it's a bit fucking shitty. you're all throwing oliver a party for 200 people while my mother lives in squalor. felix: well, she's hardly living in squalor, mate. farleigh: well she can't pay her bills so she will be! okay? at the rate she's going, she will be.

GAH. again, this dialogue can be considered in two different ways. farleigh could be hyperbolizing in order to play into the catton savior complex. or he could be completely genuine in his anxiety surrounding his mother's finances. it's very important that you recognize the fact that farleigh isn't arguing about himself, in this situation. he's talking about his mother. later in the conversation, he recenters himself as a person of color. but the original conflict is about whether or not his mom is living comfortably. this arguably affects him, but not entirely. he could continue to maintain his oxford-student-and-saltburn-resident character and continue to frolic around while his mom struggles to make responsible decisions.

[1:03:02] felix: right, well that's exactly why dads concerned about helping her. he doesn't want to enable her. he wants her to learn how to stand on her own two feet. farleigh: yeah, like he does?

and farleigh ate.

[1:03:09] farleigh: i mean, you know how this looks, right? making me come to you with a begging bowl. felix: what are you implying? farleigh: i think you know what i'm implying, felix. why don't you ask liam and joshua? felix: who... who the fuck are liam and joshua!? farleigh: ...your footmen.

farleigh's mannerisms in this portion of the scene GAG me. the easy confidence, the self-assured and confrontational attitude. the cocky wave of his shoulders and tilt of his head. he smirks, scoffs, makes and holds eye contact as emphasis to what he is accusing. the way he says "i think you know what i'm implying" even though i'm not quite sure if felix did. this really hammers in the implicit nature of the cattons' treatment of farleigh.

[1:03:33] felix: oh, oh. that is... that is low, farleigh. farleigh: okay. felix: jesus christ, mate! seriously, is that where you wanna take this!? farleigh: right. felix: make it a race thing!? what the fuck! i mean, we're your family, we hardly even notice that you're... different, or anything like that! farleigh: mmm. felix: i never know our footmen's names!

GAGGED. i eat up this scene and lick my fingers. "wohohoho, i don't see color! i can't believe you'd make it a race thing!" i know i should cut felix some slack, but this is just a little too real. although i've cut farleigh some slack for his classism.

the complete change in farleigh's mannerisms from the previous timestamp to this one is EDIBLE. i can't cope with it. his smile as felix says "that is low" is so painfully real. it says "i've been here before and maybe i was expecting this." for a second, felix is almost entertainingly cliche. then the exasperation hits. farleigh just looks tired. he blinks rapidly, smooths over his eyebrow with his hand, vocalizes his disbelief in felix's denial. "we hardly even notice you're different," to which farleigh crosses his arms (defensive), raises his eyebrows, nods along.

i won't include the final few lines of this conversation cuz i'm blabbing FAR too much, but farleigh's expressions of absolutely exhaustion and disappointment as felix says they've "been more generous then most"... i'm so sick. it doesn't matter what other families would do, because this family passes out charity like it's their favorite pastime. farleigh is your best american girl.

oliver, overhearing this conversation, immediately knows what his next plan of action is. compare himself to farleigh. and really, it's funny, because oliver misses the obvious differences between him and farleigh. just like everyone else. he will never feel different, not in the same way farleigh does. not with farleigh's relationship to the cattons, the legacy of his parents, and his blackness.

[1:06:32] (godfather's karaoke scene, AKA apple bottom jeans. he's a disgusting manchild and he throws his jacket at his wife.) is it odd to point out that another one of the only visible black characters is being degraded/mistreated/disregarded? not crazy, right? especially following the conversation about bias two scenes ago.

[1:07:02] farleigh: y'know, i think i'd fuck richard the III. he's so insecure, so you'd know he'd put in the work, right? oliver: or you could just fuck me, right?

here, i think there's a level of projection that farleigh is using in his line about insecurity. not only is it made known that farleigh uses sex as a tool (with teachers, specifically), but it's also made known that farleigh believes/knows that he is treated differently due to his race and/or family history. oliver seems to have clocked this, considering he relates himself to richard the III, then tells farleigh they have similar experiences.

[1:07:34] oliver: y'know, if you ever wanna talk to anyone, you can talk to me, farleigh. farleigh: ...what do you mean? oliver: well, i know you're going through a hard time at home. i know how that feels, when things are so precarious. it's terrifying... and lonely. and it must be so fucking weird, having to ask them for everything. and i know you fucking hate me. farleigh: i... i don't hate you. oliver: but... if you ever wanted me to talk to them, to see if there's... if i can help in any way... just ask. farleigh: ...okay.

i love this movie. have i said that yet? i bet you definitely couldn't tell by this post. this conversation is so... there's so much to talk about.

i'll start with some of my favorite of farleigh's mannerisms/expressions. when oliver first cuts their... tensions with "you can talk to me," farleigh pulls back slightly, sits up slightly, looks across oliver's face. there's a level of shock to it, but. farleigh was comfortable with oliver, his sworn enemy, flirting with him. yet, he pulled back at a genuine offer of support. some see this as farleigh always wanting oliver sexually, but i think it's more nuanced than that. when oliver says "terrifying... and lonely" that's when the camera cuts back to farleigh. he previously wore a half-smile that is now dropping; "lonely" was the hardest word to swallow. his lip is quivering. he looks up in an almost-eye roll when he says, "i don't hate you." he's laughing when oliver finishes, like he finds it all funny, yet the way he says "okay" makes him seem genuine. however... clearly not, considering the next portion of this scene!

even though oliver is lying out of his ass, everything he's saying is a description of farleigh. people grossly misunderstand farleigh's character, even when it's laid onto a banquette sized table through this portion of the movie. he's insecure, desperate, terrified, unsure, and lonely. farleigh, with so many friends and so many scandalous choices, is so fucking lonely. he knows he doesn't belong here, so he jams his ill-fitting puzzle piece into the saltburn jigsaw and crosses his fingers.

he tells oliver he doesn't hate him, and he looks like he's struggling to spit it out. he looks up towards the ceiling, closes his eyes like he's gathering himself. again, people take this as a bonding moment. the next portion of the scene contradicts this. honestly, i'm not completely sure, either. i think he's honest when he says he doesn't hate oliver. so, what? he's jealous, definitely. he wants to hold the same power as oliver, a foreign entity with somehow so much more privilege than farleigh. maybe that bred a certain kind of infatuation; the need to emulate what you'll never be. of course, he sees himself in the boys felix brings home; they, just like farleigh, need or want something from the cattons (although i object to the idea that farleigh is somehow "a mirror" of oliver). do what you will with this word vomit, i don't know where i'm going here.

and OH MY GOD "if you ever wanted me to talk to them, to see if there's... if i can help in any way," is diabolical. so terribly diabolical. the sheer idea that oliver knows, is pummeling it into farleigh's face, that he has authority over farleigh's life like that? that he knew felix for six months and he can somehow "talk to" farleigh's family about treating farleigh better... vomit inducing. farleigh is actually your best american girl.

[1:09:39] (karaoke scene) elsbeth, so uncomfortable with the idea that oliver is using them. i suppose that's the manner of wealthy people; they don't want to believe that they're only good for their money. but... they did that to themselves, in a way. they enjoy the pet projects, the charity work, the ego boost that comes with inviting the "lesser" to saltburn. hanjob on a haybale, golden big boy summer, right? everyone in the room is scandalized. farleigh is having the time of his fucking life. yet, here's the kicker,

[1:10:10] oliver: this is your song too, farleigh. come finish it. farleigh: only if you insist!

and then farleigh gives the performance of his life, by the way. people died. but... nobody is uncomfortable. literally no one. no one shudders or gasps at the scandal of oliver saying "this is your song, too" over the karaoke microphone; everyone heard. nobody cares. they all know. they start clapping farleigh on, cheering. elsbeth relaxes back onto her bed of cushions, because farleigh is entertaining. the change in mood is soooo... interesting.

[1:10:45] curse this scene, i don't even want to talk about it. it was hot, oliver and farleigh are so homoerotic, whatever yadayada. just like every other sexual scene in this movie, it is riddled with a suffocating kind of uncomfortable tension. we are made intimate third-party witnesses to carnal, sinful, emotionally ambiguous scenes. when i pointed out farleigh seemed more comfortable with flirting then comfort, when i said farleigh uses sex as a tool, when i said farleigh was projecting with "he's so insecure, so you know he'd put in the work." i just overthink. but any person that has sexual relationships with teachers needs intensive therapy and that cannot be denied. however, it's oliver, that uses sex as a tool throughout this movie. another uncomfortable parallel between the two characters.

something about farleigh's expression throughout this scene is... kind of hurtful. the way the moonlight just barely illuminates the light in his eyes, whereas any detail of oliver's face is shrouded in darkness. it make's farleigh look young, innocent, real. (sidenote, as i'm watching, i have to mention this. the way farleigh says that second "no" is so funny. "...no...?" LMFAO). man, i don't even know what to say, past this. the whole dominant dynamic, farleigh saying "i'm going to behave" is a little too painful considering the context leading up to this scene. it's freaky. it's so very oliver.

this is way too long but i could make so many more connections with their final confrontation at oliver's birthday party. i'm drowning in thoughts. what i really wanted to highlight was how ambiguous farleigh's character is, and how differently a lot of his scenes can be perceived. i've decided that farleigh is a sympathetic character, similar to oliver but so much less powerful. some people hate farleigh! so. there's that. the end! thanks to anyone who read this whole thing!

[pumpkinpenguin]

okay so i was talking to my sister abt this but i'm kind of heated over it now and must share it with the 10 of u that i keep in my echo chamber

i love evil 2012 donnie aus. he's such a creechur and i think he should be able to commit crimes. as a treat.

however.

i HATE evil donnie aus where he's emotionless and/or turns on his brothers.

donnie is emotionally driven and he doesn't hide what he's feeling. excitement, anger, sadness; if he's feeling it you'll know he's feeling it. a lot of his mistakes/the trouble he gets into is because he's having an emotional outburst of some kind or he's thinking with his heart over his head. he's also incredibly anxious and high strung. if something goes wrong it could ruin his whole day. if donnie were to be evil and not hold back anymore, he'd be the most unhinged villain ever with emotions that switch faster than a spirit box surfing through radio channels, and they'd be intense as well. this could be said for rise donnie as well, to be honest, and there's a conversation to be had there about autistic characters who are awkward and standoffish getting turned into emotionless and stoic villains, but that's not what i'm here to talk about atm.

when it comes to why he would snap, i think it would probably have to do with feeling rejected by humanity. donnie didn't ask to be the way that he is, a mutant turtle, but he's punished for it anyway. it's probably hard for him to rationalize. a big part of his character is his insecurity about being a mutant, which is also part of the reason i think he tries so hard to get april's affections. i DO NOT condone his behavior towards april, but it does kind of prove my point here. april rejecting him, to him, confirms that he'll never be accepted by humans. again, not april's fault at all and obviously she doesn't care that donnie is a mutant, she just doesn't like him that way. but like i said, donnie is emotionally driven and it would be very easy to spiral into that line of thinking. some people say that his brothers not appreciating him or asking too much of him would make him snap, hence why they have evil donnie turn against his bros. but i don't think thag would make him evil? to donnie, his brothers are all he has. they annoy him and pick on him and get a little too entitled to his tech skills, but i doubt he'd ever be motivated to hurt them. and if, IF, by some small chance he'd turn on his bros, leo is going first LMAO

raph teases donnie a lot and says mean things sometimes, but at the end of the day, i feel like he's still closer to raph than leo. not only that, but leo is one of the main contributors to donnie's stress. there's a problem? donnie, fix it. make some invention for the team. work harder. don't you know we're all counting on you? you know how much this means to splinter. don't even get me started on the metalhead situation. leo is on screen more often than not telling donnie what he can and can't do. not to mention he can be kind of a hypocrite sometimes. he judges donnie for his obsession with april, but he's just as obsessed with karai, more often than not putting his brothers in danger for her time and time again. i hate leorai with a passion but i cannot deny that it gets brought up in the show frequently. even if you ignore the romantic implications, i would still argue that leo is a hypocrite in this situation. also, through subtext, we can kind of infer that donnie and raph are closer than donnie and leo. i also feel like raph gets got first in these aus because there's an inherent bias against his character within the fandom, but i have a video essay in the works for that.

but again, if anyone were to be the victim of villain donnie's wrath, it'd be humanity. ESPECIALLY after the don vizioso thing (which is ANOTHER thing leo is hypocritical about??? "meh meh meh donnie killing ppl is bad ur stooping to their level meh meh meh" *literally TWO OR THREE EPISODES PRIOR decapitates shredder and carves his skull from his helmet* ?????!?!?!??!!?) he'd grow frustrated with how he can't do normal things. he's punished for something he has no control over. he feels alienated. why not give them the monster people think he is?

obviously ppl can write what they want, but so can i lmao. i usually don't care if something is OOC (it's funny a lot of times tbh), especially in something like a villain au, but when it comes to the turtle bros hurting each other?? that's the one thing i CANNOT stand 💀 of course i'm not telling ppl to stop writing it, but these are just my thoughts! lol i tend to avoid those fics/aus like the plague bc of what i'm personally comfortable with but!!!! i can see how they're fun to explore

i'll probably reblog later with an evil donnie WIP i haven't touched in three months when i have my laptop on me 👍