#and started saying stuff about gay people have ‘special needs’

[siamesedreamgirl]

lmao I met a homophobe yesterday

[charliegyrth]

I Really Want You to Like Me

A Gay Gainer Romance

When you walk into our dorm room freshman year, my first thought is: “Holy crap! My new roommate is the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.”

You know how you look, so I don’t need to describe your tall, muscular body. Your perfect ass. Your wide shoulders and thin waist.

My second thought is: “I really hope you like me.”

Back in high school, I was the life of every party. The funny, fat guy. It was so easy for me to make friends, but since I started college, it’s been a little harder for me to meet people. Three weeks into the semester and I haven’t made a single connection.

And now here you are, my new roommate. And you’re so freaking cool. I just really want to make a good impression.

Unfortunately, I don’t. You just see me as a fat slob. You grimace at the fast-food trash on my side of the dorm. You glance down at the ketchup stain on my shirt. You act nice, and you force a smile, but I know right away that you don’t like me.

For the next few weeks, we barely see each other. You go out partying most nights and don’t really acknowledge me when you stumble into the room. You spend your free time playing football or basketball with your jock friends while I’m here playing video games.

You’re not rude or anything, but it’s obvious that we’re just different people.

We don’t have our first real conversation until we run into each other at some frat party. You’re drunk. I’m drunk. You compliment me on how much beer I can put away. And I say, “Back at ya.” For someone with such a flat stomach, it’s pretty impressive how much you can chug.

We sort of bond at the party, and when things start to die down, we walk home together.

I really want to keep our conversation going, so I offer to cook us some pasta to fight off the next morning’s hangover. It’s nothing special, just ramen that I jazz up with a bunch of butter and other ingredients.

You freaking love it.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you’re a real cook, man?”

Because I’m not. You just like it because you’re drunk.

Whatever. We eat together and, for the first time, you ask about the video games that I’m always playing. You’ve never really played video games before. (Too busy playing sports.) I show you my collection of retro games from the 80s and 90s. Those are my favorite.

We try playing a few together, and you’re absolutely terrible. But it’s fun to watch. You’re having fun, too.

We really bond over this super-old game called BurgerTime, where we play as these little chefs that have to assemble burgers while running away from evil hot dogs. It’s really basic (just running across platforms), but I think that’s why you like it. You’re actually kind of good at this one.

We end up playing all night, making video game burgers and snacking on some of my potato chips. “Dude, this is great!” you say.

And it really is.

Things go back to normal after that. You go back to hanging out with your jock friends. You don’t avoid me as much as before, but I still don’t see you a lot.

Then Saturday rolls around, and you join me on the couch. “Rematch?” you ask. You were supposed to meet your friends for a basketball game, but you decide to spend time with me instead.

I’m so flattered that I keep letting you win. And I keep bringing out more of my snacks just to make you happy. When you’re gaming, you don’t notice how much you can put away. I’m impressed.

Hours later, you beat my high score and we’ve eaten literally everything in the dorm.

You turn to me smiling. “You’re a bad influence, man.”

That’s the moment I know that you finally like me.

That evening, I go to the supermarket to restock on snacks. I mostly get stuff that you prefer (salt and vinegar potato chips and anything with dark chocolate). I spend a little too much (okay, a lot too much), but I just really want to keep hanging out with you.

And it works. Throughout the rest of the semester, you spend more time with me and less time with your jock friends. Pretty soon, the messiness from my side of the dorm has spread to your side, too. It doesn’t take long for you to start snacking as much as I do. And sometimes, you stay in playing games even when I’m not home.

Then one day, you trudge into the dorm looking really upset. You were just playing basketball with your old buddies, and you didn’t have fun. You’ve lost some of your skill and the guys full-on insulted you.

I’m not surprised. I can see how your body is chunking out a little. Your thin waist isn’t so thin anymore, and your chest looks softer. But the big difference is in how you move. You used to move like an athlete with constant energy. Now, you’re getting kind of sluggish. Like me.

For a second, I get worried that you’re going to stop hanging out with me. That you’ll go back to the gym and force yourself to get back into shape.

Instead, you say, “Screw ’em. If they’re gonna be dicks, I don’t wanna play with them anymore.” Then you plop onto the couch and turn on BurgerTime.

You’ve made your choice, and I’m so freaking happy.

After that, we snack and game every day. We go to parties sometimes, too. Always together. (As friends, of course.)

By the end of that month, you’ve outgrown all your pants. They were always a little tight on you (to accentuate your ass, I’m assuming), but now you can’t pull them past your thick thighs.

“Dude!” you call from the living room, sounding frustrated.

I race in to find you standing in the middle of the room. You have a loose shirt on, but your pants are crumpled on the floor. You have white underwear to cover your crotch, but even those are tight enough to make your leg fat bulge out from under the bottom edges. I’ve never seen your bare thighs before, and I’m shocked by how shapeless they’ve already gotten. While your arms still have their muscular base, your legs look much softer.

No cellulite yet, though.

You look up at me with desperation in your blue eyes. “I can’t go to class without pants.” I know you’re asking me to loan you my clothes, but you’re too embarrassed to say it.

“Well, I definitely have some pants that I’m way too fat for. They should fit you just fine.” I run back into my room and pull out three shorts and two pairs of jeans. They’re not too small for me, of course. That was a lie to make you feel better. (Why would someone bring clothes to college that they can’t wear?)

I hand them to you, and you look so freaking grateful. “Thanks, man. You’re a lifesaver. I’ll give them back once I…”

“Keep ’em. I’ll never fit in those again.” (Another lie. In fact, the jeans you’re pulling on right now are actually a little baggy on me, though they fit you surprisingly well.)

It’s crazy that I’m so much bigger than you, and yet your hips are already as wide as mine. The miracle of fat distribution, I guess.

You spin around to model the new pants. “These look okay? I don’t look too chubby?”

You're a bit past chubby now, but I don’t say that. Instead, I assure you, “Everyone gains a bit in college. But trust me, you’ll never get as big as me.” That’s probably the truth.

You seem reassured. You strut out of the room with confidence.

The next week is finals. We stop gaming to focus all our time on studying. The snacking doesn’t stop. At first, I thought I was a bad influence on you. But I realize that you’re actually eating more potato chips and cookies than me, and I’m the one trying to keep up.

We both ace our classes. On our last night before Christmas break, we celebrate at the buffet just off campus. I absolutely stuff myself (as always), but you outdo me by at least a plate and a half. I have never been out-eaten at a buffet before. It’s impressive. (And honestly, I’m a little jealous.)

We both go back home for the holidays. We text each other a lot. You even video-call me so I can meet your parents. They seem super-nice.

My parents are a little upset with me. I’ve been fat all my life, so that’s not a big deal to them. But the amount I’d gained in one semester of college has freaked them out a little. I didn’t even realize I was fatter! I was too focused on your growing belly and hips. And I know that it’s because of you, because it’s so much fun to eat snacks together. I started as the bad influence, but you’ve taken over the role.

I don’t really overdo it over the holidays. I refrain from my mom’s cookies and stop myself from going back for seconds. I don’t lose any weight over the vacation, but I don’t gain anything either.

When I get back to campus, I realize that your vacation was a bit different. Your ass has definitely grown. And the fat has finally reached your face. You’re actually getting a double chin now. You’re still in much better shape than me, but I’m not sure how long that’ll last.

“How was your holiday?” you ask. You sound so excited to see me.

“Great. And yours?”

“So much fun,” you say. Then you tell me about all the food you ate. It’s like you’re bragging. You don’t mention sports at all.

Then you do something that surprises me. You wrap me in a hug, making me feel your belly against mine, and you say, “I really missed you, man.”

This isn’t a friendly hug. It’s something more.

I look into your eyes. I don’t want to read too much into this. But the way you’re looking at me… I know that I’m not. I know that you want me.

So I kiss you.

And I feel your new body, squeezing into the fat on your sides.

You feel me, too. We’re exploring each other’s bodies, giving in to the sexual tension that had been building all semester. And when you take me to your bed, when you strip off your new shirt, I can see that you’re even fatter than I realized.

You're on top of you, letting me play with your soft pecs, feeling me stiffen under you, and I ask you, “Are you trying to get fat?”

There’s no shame or embarrassment on your face as you look me right in the eyes and say, “Yes.”

“Why?”

You sigh. “I like you, man. I like spending time with you so much more than my old friends. And I just… I don’t know. I wanted to catch up. I wanted you to like me.”

I can’t believe it. I thought you were gaining because I was rubbing off on you. I didn’t realize that this was a conscious choice, that you chose to get fat because of me.

I jiggle your chest. “And you like… being like this?”

“No,” you say. Then you grab my moobs (so much bigger and softer than yours) and say, “Like I told you, I want to catch up.”

This is the first time we have sex. You’re incredible. You know exactly how to touch me, guide me, control me. You’re so strong. And so heavy. You make me feel your heft.

And now, three years later, so much has changed. We’re engaged now. We live in an apartment off-campus. We’re weeks away from graduating.

And you’ve gotten so, so much bigger than me.

I’m still obese, though significantly smaller than I was freshman year. This wasn’t a conscious choice. It just happened over the years, as I focused more of my attention on keeping you fed. It’s a little weird to be the smaller guy in the relationship, even if no one would ever call me small.

But you… My God. You’ve grown into such a beautiful, massive ball of flab. The first two years of your gains were very leg- and ass-centric. You were always meant to be much more pear-shaped than me, and I loved seeing your thighs stretch and dimple, your ass expand and droop.

But this last year, your belly has more than caught up. It’s so much bigger than mine ever was. Saggier, too.

When people see the two of us side-by-side, they’d probably assume I was the ex-jock instead of you. My fat looks so much more solid than yours. I think that’s pretty hot.

Right now, you’re sprawled on the couch, playing some NBA game with three potato chip bags next to your wide ass. (Two of the bags are already empty.) You look up, surprised that I’m home so early.

“Wanna play?” you ask.

I smile. “You’re such a bad influence.”

I join you, of course, and wait for you to finish your game. You’ve gotten so much better at video games than me. I’m not jealous, of course. I find it very cute.

I kiss your sweaty cheek and squeeze one of your stomach rolls.

“Don’t distract me,” you say. You’re so close to beating this level.

“Okay,” I say.

And as you finish your game, I feed you the rest of the potato chips.

The End.

Thanks for reading! I wrote this in response to my first ever story request! It's from Anonymous, but that's okay.

If anyone else would like to request something, please hit me up. I'd love to hear from anyone. Whether it's about a scenario, a setting, or even a body type that you'd like to read about... Whatever you want.

(But remember: I don't really do revenge-fattening or instant weight gain.)

[sailorscout93]

Okay attempt number 2 at posting why I personally think Galinda Upland is a high masking AuDHD person after I saw a post pegging Elphaba as Autisitic and Galinda as ADHD:

See under the cut

1. She’s very clearly high energy/hyperactive, always busy, never stops talking, the way she talks it seems like that’s how her brain works, just running and running constantly.

2. She speaks what’s on her mind without thinking about how what she says may affect those around her. “You’re green!” It very much gives me “If you’re from Africa why are you white?” From Mean Girls vibes. (And yes, I do think Karen Smith is autistic too lol)

3. She has 2 special interests: being Popular and sorcery. I mean, aside from just being a huge gay flamingo mating dance, Popular also feels like a giant infodumping session of Galinda onto Elphie. She’s sharing all the knowledge she has on one of her favorite topics. The works she puts in to following her hearts desire to be a sorceress, saying how it’s her hearts desire. She would do anything to be able to do magic and I personally think she has the knowledge behind it, even if she doesn’t have the magic ability in her in the way Madame Morrible is looking for. She recognizes that Elphaba was the one who did the magic in the courtyard at Shiz and she begs Elphaba to share how she did it, even though she claims to loathe her. She thinks Elphaba knows something about her special interest that she doesn’t so she MUST find out!

4. I know the suitcases and trunks all her stuff is in is partially because of the lack of closet space in the dorm room but while it seems like everything has its place, drawers are labeled, etc… it’s still very cluttered. She just has SO. MUCH. STUFF. A little bit of hoarding. She cannot bear to get rid of anything because what if she needs it one day?! (I.E. the hat her grandmother made her!)

5. Speaking of the hat. I don’t think she actually hates it. It may not be her style, but her grandma made it for her! When Pfannee pulled the hat out and he and ShenShen started hating on it and Galinda turned around, it took her a moment to read her friend’s tones. You can see for a second her expression looks neutral but contemplative when she’s looking at Pfannee before it changes and she starts to hate on the hat. She had to take a second to read and process her friend’s tone before she responded so she could have the correct reaction her friends were expecting from her.

6. The ‘toss toss’ and ‘leg’ things are both stims. You cannot change my mind.

7. Why is she so high masking? Because her momsie and popsicle conditioned her to hide any trait of hers that could seen as “undesirable” or “unladylike”. She’s Galinda Upland of the Upper Uplands after all! She has a reputation to live up to!

8. After the Ozdust Ballroom night when she and Elphie become friends, she quickly becomes attached to her. Elphie becomes her “safe person” and she develops an attachment to her that I see frequently in neurodiverse people. She always wants to be around her and she is always holding her hand and touching her because she’s so comfortable with Elphaba. She finally has someone she can unmask around.

9. Speaking of Elphie…. Galinda shows some HEAVY Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria in the deleted scene “Elphaba’s Promise”. She is sad and hurt, not that Elphie and Fiyero were doing something without her, but that Elphie “chose” Fiyero to help her rescue the cub, not Galinda. “If you needed someone, you could’ve picked me!” Breaks my heart every time!

10. She seems to have a little bit of rigid thinking when it comes to Dr. Dillamond not being able to pronounce her name. She seems to think if she just keeps repeating the correct way to say it, he’ll eventually get it and not understanding that he’s physically not capable of pronouncing her name correctly because of his lack of upper front teeth, even when it’s explained to her.

11. This last one is very much a stretch (pun not originally intended this time lol) but I’m putting it in too, hypermobility issues are a very high comorbidity with autism and when she’s dancing around during Popular she does a high kick. Could it just be athleticism? Maybe. Could it be a hypermobility thing? Also maybe.

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𐕣 name: Cody, but you can also call me Logan or any other name in my pronouns.page <3

♇ pronouns: he/him +neos (found also in my pronouns.page)

𐕣 age: 16

♇ gender: complicated and unclear so i just say i'm a dude lol

𐕣 orientation: GAY and aroacespec :3

♇ disorders:  i have AuDHD and anxiety! other little ones (not disorders, they’re like unfortunate add-ons) are low self esteem and depressive tendencies :P also imposter syndrome. i have a few yandere tendencies but mostly just towards my f/o so idk if it rly counts tbh

𐕣 fun facts: my special interests are my OCs (character creation/design and storytelling) and the riordanverse :3 i’m a child of hades, legacy of nemesis. i’m just another wannabe prince, grim reaper, magical boy and doll 🤭 i'm half white and half black :P

♇ claimed anons: 🌹anon, 🩷🪽anon (@codysangel), 🪶💫anon, 🫧🌸anon

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𐕣 favorite color: blue, yellow and red

♇ favorite bands: set it off, point north and pierce the veil! i also love stray kids and utsu-p :) on a similar note, my fav vocaloid is luka <3 teto is my fav utau

𐕣 favorite songs: social suicide (point north), artificial suicide (bad omens), mad (tx2 and ice nine kills)

♇ favorite anime: jujutsu kaisen, chainsaw man, RWBY, sword art online, the asterisk war, dandadan

𐕣 favorite book: the entirety PJO and HoO series...

♇ favorite game: i have the most hours on SAO: fatal bullet, RWBY: grimm eclipse and hades (in that order). i also rly like arcaea and phigros (rhythm games)

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𐕣 byi: i reblog/interact with some pretty triggering stuff, sometimes i talk abt sh and ig kinky-ish stuff? (ex. 'i want satoru gojo to choke me’ and shit along those lines :P) also i have sadistic and masochistic tendencies from time to time

♇ dni: general dni criteria (homophobic, transphobic, racist etc.), anti-xenogenders/anti-neopronouns, proshippers (srsly stay tf away from me), 27+ (26 and below is fine idrc who interacts with me most of the time), anti-recovery, pro-forced recovery (you might even disgust me more than anti, but that might just be cuz i was forced into recovery), ppl that encourage ppl to (start) sh/ed/etc, z00s (they're gross, have a problem and need therapy more than any of my non-z00 mentally ill friends. if you're a z00, get help.), transID (gods, those ppl disgust me bigtime), p3do/"map" (i am a minor and so is like 99% of my moots so stay away from me)

𐕣 pls interact: jirai (especially jirai boys, there's so few of us 😞), sh, obslove

♇ boundaries: sexual jokes about/towards me are a NO, otherwise creepy messages are fine, DMing me without asking is fine, spamming asks is fine as long as you're actually saying something, spam-liking is fine, stalking and general obsession is encouraged.

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[thekoalapastriesbakery]

Do you recon there are any drivers that would crossdress as a woman so that them and famous!reader can go on a date without people knowing they were in a relationship. Or any drivers wouldn’t do it but they would like it of reader would.

ooo this is a fun idea ... okay i'm gonna split this into drivers who would do it, drivers who i think would want reader to do it, and drivers who wouldn't want any of that.

warnings: mild suggestive content (seb), mention of online hate (kimi a, ollie, lance), mentions of toxic work environments + associated mental health issues (logan, kevin), mentions of guilt/discomfort (mick)

would cross-dress:

sebastian vettel:

i mean ... look at him! he's so pretty already he'd be a very pretty girl

i think he'd either dress like he's about to go to a club (mini skirt, tube top, heels higher than a skyscraper, and a full face of makeup) or like he's going to a library (long floral skirt, mary janes, cute lil sweater)

either way he's wearing press on nails and he WILL be using them to scratch your back to pieces later

overall definitely likes it and would probably bring it up on his own

oscar piastri:

idk if you guys saw the photos of him doing his great barrier reef awareness thing before the japanese gp this year but i did and i have had Thoughts™ since

this man was BUILT for wearing a cute skirt or a lil sundress and you cannot convince me otherwise

plus he has so many doppelgangers that nobody would question it lmao

very much more of the girl-next-door type

initially pretends he's only doing it to spend time with you with less questions

but then you catch him all dressed up when you're just spending the day at home

charles leclerc:

twink.

do i need to say more

i will anyway

GIVE HIM PRETTY DRESSESSSSSSS

not but seriously i think he'd melt into a puddle if you told him he looked pretty in more feminine clothes

dresses up for dates regardless of whether you think you'll be spotted

"better safe than sorry"

franco colapinto:

tell me you don't see him in a mini skirt

you can't

jenson button:

would do it as a joke

at least, it'd start as a joke

i think it'd go one of two ways:

either he ends up actually kinda liking it and then you just have jenson wandering around the house in a dress all the time

or he absolutely hates it and you have to cut the date short because he's so uncomfortable (you did tell him heels were a bad idea but did he listen? of course he didn't.)

would want you to cross-dress:

alex albon:

listen

i don't think he'd really care if the media found out you were boyfriends

i think he'd just have the time of his life watching you dress up just to go out with him

either you're really good at the makeup and styling stuff and he gets a massive ego boost seeing you like that

seriously he'd be taking pictures and videos and constantly asking questions idc i don't make the rules

OR you'd be totally clueless and alex would just be making fun of you

there is very little in-between

kimi antonelli:

he's not ashamed of being gay or anything

but he's like. a child.

he gets enough hate just because he's going to mercedes, he absolutely cannot handle the idea of homophobic comments on top of that

also just ends up crying if he tries to dress up himself bc he thinks he's proving people right and that he's not man enough for f1

so you do it

he'd never in a million years tell you but he definitely likes it if you wear lipstick and leave kiss marks on him

ollie bearman:

i think he's kind of in the same boat as kimi?

like he's super stressed about the amount of hate involved in coming out

but ... but also he kinda really likes seeing you get dressed up for him, especially because he knows it's not something you do in any other situation

makes him feel special

gets all giggly and buys you pretty clothes

logan sargeant:

i actually think (if you had been dating for a while) that he was the one to dress up when he was in f2 and even earlier in his f1 career?

but williams messed him up big time

he gets so paranoid that somebody will find out and that he'll lose his seat because of it

initially just tries to power through it but all the fun of dressing up is gone because he's so tense all the time?

then one time you're getting ready for a date and he just breaks down

so you take over for a while

only starts getting back into it after he leaves f1

honorary mention - kevin magnussen:

gets soooooo cocky when people see him out with you and then say he has a hot girlfriend

doesn't correct them (duh, defeats the purpose)

had a bit of an inferiority complex at the beginning of the '24 season at haas

feels very much like he's proving that he's worth something because he has you

(you remind him he's worth it anyway)

wouldn't want either of you to cross-dress:

kimi raikkonen:

he's too old for all that

no but seriously he thinks the idea of hiding your relationship is stupid

would give you the most judgemental look if you ever asked him about it

would support you if you wanted to ofc but thinks doing it for the sake of pretending to not be gay is dumb because you don't need to when you're both safe.

may have agreed to it when he was still racing just because of the races in unfriendly countries

but the second he retires he does not gaf anymore

lance stroll:

for starters

does not want to leave the house with you

he just wants cuddles and movie nights and to not move until he absolutely has to

will get food delivered and makes sure to always have your favourite snacks but that's as fancy as it gets

he may be a billionaire but he is a clingy boyfriend first

secondly, he gets way too much hate anyway

i mean he kinda doesn't care at this point?

but he doesn't want the extra media attention if it came out so he just sticks to wearing comfy clothes at home

mick schumacher:

not opposed to either of you wearing dresses/skirts/makeup/whatever for fun

feels deeply uncomfortable at the idea of changing himself or you for the sake of the public

would recreate the photo of his dad in a wedding dress with you tho

that's all for now! this was actually really cool to think about and anon you have absolutely nailed the vibe i was going for with this event

[circumscribitwrites]

A Little Treat

It's longer than usual and covers a new topic for me, but this story is worth the read. You dreaded your roommate assignment. But of everyone you could've gotten, Benjamin wasn't that bad. In fact, he was pretty nice.

Benji - that's what he asked you to call him when you met - always took the time to ask you about your day. You might've answered with a single word or two or mumbled about a stupid question someone asked in class, but he'd still give you his full attention. It felt nice to be listened to, even if Benji mostly just nodded along, smiling.

After answering a few of his follow-up questions, you'd inevitably try to turn the conversation to him. But Benji would spin it right back in your direction. At first, you thought he might just be shy. Or that he liked hearing you talk. But when one conversation went well past midnight, you finally realized he was genuinely interested in you.

You could deal with that. But the other stuff? The clinginess? You were both upfront about being gay, but it's not like Benji was your boyfriend. It seemed like he just needed someone to follow, whether literally or metaphorically. And you didn't want to break the poor guy's heart - as roommates, of course.

"Okay, I'm headin' out, be back in a few!"

"Can I come with you?"

"Benji, uh, y'know I'm going to class?"

"Oh, uh, never mind. Sorry! I'll see you later, right?"

"If it means that much to you," you hesitated, "you can come with me, okay? Just, wait outside the lab, yeah?"

"Yes, sir!" He mimed a gruff military salute before throwing his backpack over his shoulder. "Lead the way!"

That wasn't the first time - and it certainly wasn't the last. It wasn't frustrating as much as it was…odd. Other than tagging along with you, Benji seemed like a total homebody. True, he said that some of his classes and discussion sections met virtually. But he never went to club meetings, or to parties, or even to the student center when they had free food. He just followed you or waited until you got back. And as far as you could tell, he was perfectly happy.

As the semester drew to a close, Benji asked about your birthday. You groaned - thanks to some late exams, you'd be stuck celebrating it on campus.

"Wait, do you have any idea what that means? I get to celebrate your birthday with you! That's awesome!" He beamed. "I mean, I know you've got to do your finals and everything, but, like, then we get to celebrate! Oh my gosh, is it okay if I get you presents? Please say yes!

"Sure? But -"

"Okay, I'll start planning!"

"Planning? Look, Benji -"

"Nothing too crazy, I promise, but, it's just, I mean, I'm already so -"

"Benji!"

"I'm sorry���" He looked down, breaking eye contact. Did he just...whimper?

"Hey, look, it's okay. I don't want you going overboard for me, alright? I appreciate it, though. I really do." You gave him an awkward pat on the shoulder. "Okay, Benji?"

"Okay." He turned to you, smiling.

The next few days were a blur of flashcards and notebooks and frantically written essays. You hadn't even thought about your birthday until it arrived. Fortunately, Benji seemed to remember your conversation - your room wasn't decorated; he didn't buy you cards or make you a stack of special birthday pancakes. Phew.

Benji did insist on buying you lunch from the dining hall, which was nice. And he joined you for a walk around the mostly deserted campus, which was no surprise. Eventually, you made it back to the dorms.

"Hey, you mind if I duck outside again for a sec? I've gotta answer my family and friends. These people haven't stopped calling and texting me all day…"

"Oh, no, don't let me stop you! I'll just be here." Benji said, gesturing around your room.

It must've been an hour before you returned. After all the talking and texting, you just wanted to lie down. "Benji, I think I'm gonna take a nap, if you need me." Silence. "Benji?" Nothing. Huh. That was...weird. You pushed open the door to your room. And there he was. On your bed. Legs spread. Arms up. Wearing a - was that a shiny, black, leather...? Oh. Oh no.

"Please don't be mad at me!"

"Benji…why are you wearing a…"

"I…I didn't know what to get you. But, a few weeks ago, you, you…" He gulped. "You left your laptop out, so I…I saw that you liked…certain things. Like me. You're so nice to me, and you've been working so hard, and it's your birthday. I just wanted to give you a little treat!"

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After all this time

Phillip Graves x Male! Reader

Genre: Angst / Lovers reunion / Fake break up

Words: 2771

(I only have one more chapter left to post from my call of duty one shots on Wattpad and then I'll start posting about Ghost bc. Once done, I'll start writing new stuff, either from your requests or not)

10 years earlier

A light breeze hit his face as Y/n stood at the airport, waiting for his boyfriend to come and say his farewell before he got sent to Europe, in the special forces of a country he was still not sure enough to name.

He looked around in the growd, trying to spot the blond haired man he so dearly loved, without having any success.

'The next flight to Frankfurt is taking off in half an hour. Please get your luggage in your plane.'

A female voice said and repeated in three more languages, which Y/n did not care enough to recognise. He just sighed and started walking towards his plane when he heard a voice calling him.

"Y/n wait, please!"

He could recognise that voice and thick American accent from kilometres away. It was no other than his lover, Phillip Graves.

Young Phillip ran to him and hugged him with all his force. Y/n could not hold his tears back as he knew this was probably the last time he would see him in his life. If not for the next decade.

He pulled away from the hug and sighed again. Tears were running down his eyes uncontrollably as he wiped them away like a maniac in an attempt to take a few last clear glances at Phillip's face.

"Before leaving, there was something I have wanted to tell you."

Phillip said as he cupped the boy's hands and looked him in the eyes. Y/n could feel something was wrong. He could almost smell the wickedness that the soft expression Phillip held on his face was hiding.

"What is wrong, Phillip?"

The boy spoke in a soft tone as his heart started best faster. He had both anxiety for the flight and what Phillip was going to say. And he wished he had never stayed to hear it.

"I have been using you all this time."

Phillip says as he lets go off the man's hands and takes a step back, finally revealing the evil smirk he was hiding. The boy stared in disbelief. This could not possibly be true.

Phillip was all he wanted in one. He had loved him throughout the whole high-school years of theirs. Was always there to comfort him and confront him when he was at fault. He had met him most of his friends and was always the nicest to him.

"What do you mean?..."

The boy said, his eyes blank as well as his mind. He could not possibly process all of that. Not at a time when the anxiety of the journey was around the corner. Not at a time, he will be going to the military all alone. He would never possibly find comfort there.

"I am not gay. I just stayed with you because I had a bet. Date the queen kid, and they would get me a motorcycle. I did get the motorcycle. So I don't need you anymore."

Phillip said in a stern and cold down. His face gave off a mischievous vibe, but something in his eyes made the boy unable to believe he was telling the truth.

Something about the light falling out of the said that he was not speaking the words he meant.

But, how could you, Phillip? Lie to him after all this time. After spending your years in high school together. Leaving him like this. Did you have him for such a fool?

Y/n took a step back. He did not answer. He looked around nervously. A hint of anger rushed into him as he pushed Phillip away.

"Go to hell, bastard!"

He said before starting to walk away. He could not look him in the eyes after that. Something inside him had been broken that day. And it could never be fixed. He was as glad as he could ever be about the fact that he won't have to see him again in his life.

He walked in the plane and walked to his seat. He looked outside of the window. All these people hugging relatives, friends, loved ones, while him? He had just gotten betrayed by the one he thought would last forever.

He spotted him inside the growds. He was looking at his plane. Y/n looked at him. He could almost smell something wrong. But he would never know what it was. He would never see him again. He hoped he wouldn't.

Present day

Phillip walked through the hallways together side by side with General Shepherd. He had been informed earlier that day that a new member would be transferred to his company to work as an assassin. He was really looking forward to meeting that mysterious assassin.

He had looked them up. He had only found a code name for him. Not his real name. That new man was said to be skilled at everything. He had worked under the government of many European countries in the last ten years and has done his job perfectly.

Phillip knew that him and the new member would get along. And he was sure that his shadows would be happy to have such a skilled squad mate. He was just a little hesitant since he hadn't found a picture of them.

"You seem rather nervous, Phillip."

A deep voice spoke next to the blonde man. General Shepherd. He had noticed the man's uneasiness. It made Phillip get goosebumps. The fact that Shepherd could always tell when he was feeling something negative.

"It's just the stress of the first meeting, sir."

Phillip replied, quite professionally. He could not possibly avoid the fact that he had anxiety in the back of his head about the new assassin. That man seemed scary to him — if he could describe someone that way.

"You do not have to. (Code name) is a pretty skilled and professional man. He would never do anything that would make you necessarily scared. Out of his missions, he is harmless. He might be a skilled assassin, but deep down, he is still a soldier. A soldier to who you are superior."

Shepherd explains, clearing things out for Phillip. The younger man did understand everything that was said to him. Yet he had this bad feeling in his head. This knot on his throat. Something was telling him that this meeting would change things.

They finally got close to Shepherd's office, in which the new commer was waiting for them. Phillip could feel cold sweat running down his neck and to his back as the general's hands twisted the doorknob, opening the door.

Shepherd walked in and waited for Phillip to follow. The American man took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He collected himself and his fears before walking inside the room. He looked down at the ground for a while before looking up.

A man stood across the room. A man who looked oddly familiar. Phillip stood there, just staring at the man. He knew him from somewhere. He was sure he did. He just could not figure out where he had seen him before. They have definable never worked together before since the man worked in Europe for the last ten years, which was exactly the same number of years Phillip had been serving.

"(Code name) I would like to introduce you to our company's CEO. Captain-"

Shepherd started to speak before the new man cut him off by continuing what he had to say.

"Phillip Graves."

The man said. His lip curled up on the side, turning his cold expression into a sinister smirk. He looked at Phillip up and down, sending shivers down his spine. How did that man know his name? Who even was that man?

"I see. You did some research, hmm?"

Shepherd said as if it was completely normal for the new man to recognise Phillip. The CEO had a bad feeling that he could not ignore. That feeling only got worse when Shepherd spoke again.

"Well, I will let you two introduce yourselves."

Shepherd said and walked to the door before opening and stepping out. Phillip quickly turned and tried reaching to grab his forearm and get him to stay.

"General wait!"

He exclaimed, but it was too late. The door had already been closed behind the general as his steps echoed in the hallway. Phillip sighed. He had to do this now — there's no other option.

He turned to the new member and looked him up and down with an eyebrow raised. He was sure he knew that man from somewhere.

Studying all his features, he noticed some that were characteristics of someone he used to know. The others, though? No, he did not recognise some.

He looked up from his feet to his hair and then stopped at his eyes. The man seemed rather uneasy. As if he was holding something back.

He sort of freaked Phillip out. The look that he gave him when he entered the room with Shepherd was making him get goosebumps at the thought.

"Do we know each other?"

Phillip asked with curiosity and confusion painted on his face. His skin was rather paler than it normally was, giving out the fact that he was feeling nervous.

And he got even more pale when he saw the man's reaction. The newly joined man brushed out laughing and wrapped his arms around his stomach while bowing down.

He seemed to be laughing so hard that he could barely breathe. He panted a few times before laughing again. Phillip's eyes twitched at the sight as he took a step back in self-defense.

Was the man insane?

"Oh, tell me that you actually do not recognise me, Phillip. I want to hear it!"

The man said between laughing, making Phillip feel rather offended. He looked the man with confusion at his face as he shook his head.

"Excuse me? Should I recognise you?"

He said, his offence visible in his tone. He could not understand why the man was having such a reaction. Who even was he?!

"Ooh! You don't remember? I thought we always remember the people who we make miserable!"

The man said and turned back into a serious expression. But, again, Phillip seemed to have trouble understanding him and recognising his identity.

What did he mean by 'the people who we make miserable'? Phillip never made anyone miserable other than the enemies of his company.

He was never a bully at school either, so there was no way that the man standing before him was a target of his arrogant teenage self judging people.

His mind was blank at this point, and he was looking at the man like a cow looking at a train. His head was lightly tilted to the side as he scratched the back of his neck.

"I am sorry, sir. But I do not seem to understand what you're talking about."

He said and looked at the man, waiting for an explanation to be given to him. The man closed his eyes, turned his head to the ground, and shook it in disbelief before looking back up at Phillip.

"Your exact words were: I have been using you all this time. Don't you remember? The day you came to greet me farewell at the airport that would take me to Europe?"

The man stopped himself and chuckled lightly.

"Damn, I thought that you would — at least — feel some guilt for all the fake happy memories you made with me."

The man finished his words and looked at Phillip.

The CEO seemed to have seen a ghost. His face was white. His legs were shaking, and his mouth felt completely dry.

The man standing before him was Y/n. His high-school boyfriend. A person to whom he meant so much. A person who meant too much to him as well, but got lost in time because of a misunderstanding.

"Y/n...?"

Phillip mumbled and looked at the man up and down. He could now understand what he meant by his previous words. He really had made him miserable that day at the airport.

"Bingo!"

The man said with a wide grin. He looked like a maniac. It scared Phillip how much the shy boy who always stood in corners had changed.

And he had changed dramatically. He was now a fucking assassin. A very faithful one, too. He cursed himself. All those happened after he left him.

He hurt him that much?...

"You- i-...wow..."

Phillip could not form words. He was looking at the ground. He felt so ashamed. His past was heavy on his back.

But it was not what the man knew it was. It was not what Phillip had shown to him. If only he knew what really happened.

Phillip was willing to tell him after all these years. He had a chance now. He wanted to do it. He wanted to make things right.

Because even after all those years, Phillip was still admitting to himself every night that he still loved that man.

"Y/n, please, let me ex -"

Phillip began to say only to he cut off midway of his sentence.

"Explain what? That you were a manipulative asshole?"

The man exclaimed and looked at Phillip with an angry expression.

"That you never knew the truth."

Phillip whispered calmly before looking up at the man who was left rather dumbfounded. He mumbled a small 'what' as he chest started raising up and down faster with each one of his breaths.

"It was not me who wanted to break up. Not me, who wanted it to end that way. Lord, I swear, I would have proposed that day if it wasn't for what actually happened!"

Phillip explained as he took a step closer to the man and looked down at his eyes as his hand got placed on his shoulder.

The man quickly moved away and took a step back before slapping his hand.

"What the fuck do you mean?"

He said and looked at Phillip angrily. Yet, in his angry eyes, Phillip could see a hint of sadness and hope. A hope for them.

"I was forced to break up with you, Y/n. Do you remember when i once told you my parents were homophobic? Well, they forced me to break up with you when they found out I was bi and dating you, a man."

He sighed and looked down. Shame was overwhelming him, and sadness could now be seen in his eyes as he spoke.

"They threatened to hurt me — and most importantly — hurt you! I couldn't live knowing that they would do it. So, I decided it was best for us that way."

Phillip explained, and small tears formed at the end of his eyes. He looked at the man's eyes and gave him a sad smile.

"I loved you. I still do love you, Y/n."

He said and walked closer to the man, looking down at him. Tears were running down his own eyes. His lips were shaking, and Phillip could easily notice it.

"Phillip..."

The man mumbled and looked up at him. His eyes were filled with disbelief. He tiled his head towards Phillip's hand that was once again placed on his shoulder.

"After all this time?..."

He asked and let the tears run down his cheeks as he looked up at Phillip's deep blue eyes. Oh, how he had missed those eyes.

"...when I said that I loved you...it meant that I love you forever..."

Phillip said and closed his eyes before leaning down and kissing the man's lips softly. A small hasp escaped Y/n before he kissed him back and shut his eyes tightly.

The tears run down his cheeks as his hands move to Phillip's neck and cheek, pulling him closer.

He had missed those lips. They were always so soft and warm. Just like he liked them. And they were still this way.

They drove him crazy. They made him love drunk. And now that he had found his way back to them, he was sure to stay here forever.

No matter what misery awaited them. He wouldn't leave him. Never again.

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Big “I’m Back, Bitch” post after my Hiatus.

Hello All!

This is kinda just intended for close moots or anyone who was worried about me or is interested in Poppi’s Personal Life Lore, just to keep you guys up to speed on how I’m doing after some time away and what to expect from me in 2025.

SO MUCH has happened in the two months I was away from Tumblr so for starters, here is a brief list of updates I have about My life/Fandoms/General shenanigans in no particular order

- The Ithaca Saga came out and it was AMAZING. I completely ignored my stockings that Xmas morning and instead just listened to it. By the time Christmas day was over I’d already listened to it about six times.

- Yes I was at the watch party along with 206,000 other people. It was truly historical.

- The Helluva Boss sinsmas special came out and almost made me cry. It’s been a while since I was posting about that show, but dw I still watch it

- I’m now on book 3 of Magnus Chase and YES YOU WERE ALL ABSOLUTELY CORRECT I LOVE ALEX SO MUCHHHHH. Expect some Alex Fierro/Fierrochase/Jack x Riptide content from me soon

- The Star Wars Disney+ shows are better than they’ve been since Mandolorian Season One.

- HAPPY 2025!!! This can’t be a real year. 2017 was still last year. No way we’re halfway through the 20s already.

- I had a BIG LIFE UPDATE that for personal reasons I can’t share online but it was BIG and also GOOD and I’m really proud of it. It was also unexpected and not the reason I took time off for. Idk why I’m including this bc I can’t really say anything about it but I need y’all to know that something good happened. It seems like when I vent about personal stuff here I only talk about the bad but good stuff does happen sometimes too.

- I got a weighted blanket for xmas. It’s so cozy and I love it.

- I have started getting into making OCs. Some for fandoms, some not.

- Penelope is now my favourite character in Epic.

- I’ve been writing this fanfic about the children of Percabeth, Solangelo, and Valgrace going on a TLT-style quest together so stay tuned to either read that or watch me give up on it and then just infodump about the plot I would’ve written if I’d had the energy

- I’m finally caught up on The Amazing Digital Circus

- I’m finally caught up on Agatha All Along (I still have the last episode to watch)- I think Joe Locke is stuck playing Sad Gay Baby-bois for the rest of his carrer now.

- Joel Smallishbeans won Wild Life and Grian is making 7hr Hermitcraft videos now.

- I performed in a play

- I have a 133-day streak on Duolingo!!

- Technically my one year Hyperfixation anniversary of Percy Jackson! I count it as the first Wednesday after Christmas as that’s when I watched the TLT musical for the first time. Because of this, whenever I doodle an SPQR tattoo on my arm when I’m bored, I will now draw two lines under it instead of one.

- Less than one month into 2025 and I can already predict that “The Challenge” is gonna be my top song of the year on Spotify

- Overall, I’ve just been trying my best to relax and take it easy, and I think I succeeded, which is good because that’s what I needed.

Now for the slightly less lighthearted stuff. I need to set a few things straight, for myself more than anything.

Firstly, I want to clarify that mentally I'm fine. I realise my leave was sudden and might’ve worried some people, and I apologise, but I am safe. You don't have to worry about my health or wellbeing.

This too will pass, and you'll get more dedicated, hyperobsessed Poppi back again once this has all blown over. Although, the aforementioned “BIG GOOD LIFE UPDATE” might complicate things.

Holidays are a stressful time for me, as I’m sure they are for you. With that on top of work and life stuff I needed to shed some mental load and unfortunately Tumblr was the first thing to go. And it will be the first thing to go again when something else stressful shows up. Adulting is hard you guys.

I've made it no secret that I've had some stressful stuff going on in my life these past few months. Yes, I am back from hiatus. Yes, I'm taking the time to rest and take care of myself. But I do not have the physical capacity to fully administrate a Tumblr blog on top of everything else right now.

So from now on, things are gonna be a little bit different around here. I won't be making posts every day and I won't be writing large fanfics or working on any complex fanarts.

I will need to take more hiatuses as things pile up.

I don’t know when exactly, but consider it a fact (unless I say otherwise) that this will happen again.

I know a lot of you will be understanding but I want to set these rules for myself so I don't feel any pressure from my brain to provide for you all. As I'm sure most of you will relate, I have a kinda all-or-nothing attitude to my interests, and as of this point in my life I can't afford to give my all to my blog. So expect a lot less from me these next few months.

Also, still nothing on the Autism Assessment Application stuff, in case anyone was wondering about that. This is the reality of living under the NHS. But by talking to people I’ve still been able to get the help and support that I need regardless of a diagnosis. And I also have a bunch of fidget toys now!!

Anyhoo, sorry for the ramble. I neither assume nor expect everyone will bother reading this so thank you for taking the time if you did. I wanted to put all of this in one post so I don’t need to keep talking about this and boring y’all with personal details in case you’re not interested. On with the fun fandom fiascos!!

I thank you all for your patience and being so kind and considerate while I needed some rest. I could not hope for a more awesome corner of the internet to exist on. Love you all. Stay safe. I’ll see you soon!

— Poppi <3

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Hey, I've been following you for a long time now and I've never seen you complain or rant about literally anything but I genuinely wanted to ask your honest opinion about how you felt about episode 11 of thk like yes it was emotional but I'm asking you in terms of writing and directing side like Idk why it felt rushed and I'm a firstkhao fan so for me specially their scenes felt cut short with no problem dialogues given to them and that child intercepting them was it really needed?? It was the last 2nd episode more than that the whole day was really meaningful for them considering they will literally get to spend time together after 5 freaking years !! I know I'm sounding like a child complaining about such things but we have only an episode left and I feel like we still need 3-4 episodes considering the teaser they showed for the next episode!! Okay okay I'm done with my rant but really tell me how do you stay this positive regarding fk specially

Hello Anon, Welcome to my humble abode of me fangirling over FirstKhaotung, I guess? I am quite bemused that you (or anyone really) can follow my rambling mess.

Anyway, getting back to your asked – I can see you are somehow frustrated and perhaps a tad disappointed with the “lesser screen time” for KantBison compared to FadelStyle?

Writing and Directing for THK Ep 11 (and THK in general)

I won’t pretend I know anything about what is considered good screenwriting/script or directing. I will also admit that there are several things that I am puzzled by in THK. Certainly, there are some weak characterisations and general plot lines that sometimes doesn’t make sense. E.g – Captain Christ being able to promise only 5 years in prison sentence (my eyebrows shot up when he said that lol). And what about the whole Kant having Madam Lilly on tape doing villainy-stuffs – how? Did she really keep her own villainous act on tape – because I am assuming those evidence was the one Keen got for the boys at the beginning of the episode). Or perhaps we are just meant to use our media literacy skills and connect the dots that the tape is likely from Ruerat (which the brothers have successfully hidden him somewhere for the last few days until he is conveniently needed as a leeway for Captain Christ to “help” our besties). Plus, Captain Christ just letting Kant/Style getting away when they are complicit in helping our pair of hitmen.

So, like I say, plot holes. And let’s be honest, The Heart Killers as a series were never going to be an award-winning show per se (unlike P’Aof series that has now won his 3rd? consecutive best BL series in award shows. And judging from fan reactions of Gem4th upcoming series with him, he will have another winner on hand). But see, P’Aof shows have never quite hit the mark for me (I liked ATOS, Bad Buddy enough – we don’t speak about Last Twilight in my blog lol – as far as I am aware, that show ended in Ep 10).

However, what I am feeling when I watched Jojo’s series… is me being entertained every week (even when I am crying buckets in some scenes). And this is especially true with The Heart Killers. From the start, he has made it clear the genre is romantic comedy. He also made it clear the show is the “fantasy of how gay hitmen lives”. Just from that, I know the show will not take itself too seriously.  

Plus, if you know P’ Jojo CVs, you kinda know what to expect with his series – and I will sum it up as expect the unexpected and plot twists. 3WBF – Jennie’ partner died at the end. OF – Sand kissing Nick/Top. So, I was prepared for anything when the official THK trailer drop. When I saw the BDSM scene for example – many people were disappointed it wasn’t a “true” BDSM scene. But I personally think it added to the narrative because it showed the distrust between the 2 of them. Of course, it will be amazing for us to have another scene that will show what a BDSM with 2 partner who trust each other will be like. However, I am already impressed by how Jojo (and FirstKhaotung) successfully introduced the concept of safe word/basic BDSM etiquette to the largely conservative Thai audience (and while THK won legions of international fans, I am again reminding people when directors/Thai production houses produced BL shows, it is first and foremost catered for Thai audiences). Or what about the way the safe word is later used in a different, non-sexual manner between KantBison – this to me, gives depth (and again, unexpected twist!) to the writing of the show.

As for Ep 11 specifically – I think there were again some parts that can be improved but overall, it is a wonderful episode that contrast beautifully between our 2 couples while also highlighting how our 4 boys have stayed true to their characters. If there is one thing I am impressed about the script, it is how our 4 main characters stayed true to their inner personality even as we see them blossom once they fall in love. You talked about how KantBison scenes appear truncated, and they didn’t have in depth “problems” dialogues when compared to FadelStyle scenes. See, part of the “problems dialogues” as you mentioned have already been addressed during their stay in Bison’s island – in fact, I will argue Ep 8-9 were particularly focusing on those – from Kant/Bison talking about their trauma and fear, their family members/ the past and what they wished for their futures. However, we didn’t get this from FadelStyle Ep 8-9 (their scenes took a comedic tone to off set the heaviness in KantBison scenes). By end of Ep 9, Fadel’s past remains a mystery (we don’t even know much about his parents/past beyond he had an ex, which he finally told Style about).

So, I am not surprised the scenes for Fadelstyle in Ep 10-11 appears “heavier” when compared to KantBison who are now largely on the same page. We still got amazing scenes like KantBison sweet date in the rock/space museum (and again them continuing to learn about each other – Bison is into astronomy while Kant loves history and archaeology – and isn’t it poetic one loves the sky & stars while the other is rooted to the ground?). The “almost proposal scene” was sweet and yes, it is slightly irritating we have our young interloper (Oskar, you are doing great honey!) killing the mood – I think Jojo meant it as the comedic tone to cut the heaviness in FadelStyle scenes who is finally opening up to Style about how he felt about himself (the self-loathing from Fadel, the way he calmly just told Style – ‘that’s my headstone when I die’ or him telling Style why he goes to the support group meetings etc.)

And it stays true to the boys’ nature – Kant choosing Bison’s date to be lighter and fun because out of the 4 of them, Bison is the more childlike and naïve (him being hitman doesn’t change that). Similarly, it stays true to Fadel’s nature that he chooses to bring Style to his pre-dug graveyard and support group place (or being more physical – like the paintball scene, which is also a nod to the scene in 10 Things I hate about You).

And let me bring even more parallel between the 2 couples:

KantBison heartfelt conversation when Bison talked about the MilkyWay followed by Kant saying he will name a star for Bison so that the latter will be reminded of him. While Bison then softly said he just wants to be in Kant’s heart followed by the scene of them exchanging tattoos (plus Kant saying – The story of you and me will be etched on my skin forever) – that is the equivalent of them exchanging wedding vows and rings (the rings being the penguin/puffins tattoos – did you know penguin/puffins mate for life? I only learn of this fact 😂, and I find it romantic the boys chose them as their matching tattoos. Plus penguin is the safe word for Kant, I’m sure he has also associated it with home)

Similarly, the FadelStyle scene of them cooking together (with Fadel professing he wants to do something he loves with Style) and them having their last dinner meal together through tears – with Style stating he will never forget the taste of the burger. Style narrating the things he will never forget about Fadel – from being shot on the run together to them kissing each other in the sea (doesn’t that read to you like wedding vows a spouse will say before saying “I do”?). Them feeding each other their burgers is the equivalent of them feeding each other wedding cake.

And while you didn’t specifically mention this, I am also very appreciative of the scenes we have of Kant and Style – it really highlights how they are not just besties, but also brothers. The way they beautifully cornered Lilly (Kant/Style looked flawless in those outfits) to them both finding ways to have the upper hand of Captain Christ as a backup plan (Style by making the fake passports while Kant staying true to his nature – slyly obtaining blackmailed material of the captain – and it’s quite telling isn’t it even with them asking for the Captain’s help, both of them instinctively do not trust him, hehe).  Personally, my favourite scene for the whole episode is Style breaking apart in Kant’s arms while Kant is trying hard to hold it together when his heart is also shattered into pieces while their loves ones are taken to prison.

Teaser for Finale/Ep 12 and what I expect to see

Also, anon – we still have EP 12. Not only are we getting our unhinged besties volunteering in prison (unexpected twist by Jojo again!) – I am hoping we will have sex scenes from all 4 boys (or at least heavy make out scenes lol), but one of the assistant director that usually post BTS of the show actually mentioned there are so many BTS photos of FK he wants to put but he could only do so during the finale (which kind of hint that we are getting good scenes from them!)

Plus, Khaotung mentioned in the recent fanmeet, he/First will be slow dancing on stage (and don’t we have the BTS footage of our couples slow dancing in the series)?

Also, don’t forget, we still haven’t got the “sweet scene” of our boys (in their boxers) in Kant’s bed (both Jojo and First confirmed there is another scene on that bed)

Bonus if I can get actual proposals/weddings but otherwise, I will take what we have from Ep 11 as them being married, and they just need to make it official once they are out of prison.

As for your comment on THK will benefit from another 3-4 episodes – look, in general, I think most Thai BLs can benefit from more episodes (The Eclipse was meant to have 14 episodes but due to budget constraint, they had to make do with 12). That’s the reality, while the quality of Thai BLs are improving over time – compared to mainstream media in Thai (we won’t even mentioned Western media), the budgets for Thai BLs/queer media in general are limited. Even more so for the show that Jojo tends to produce. Did you realise his shows doesn’t have or very limited sponsors? (for example, we don’t see Lay chips/Oishi Teas or the boys blatantly putting on sunscreens to “promote” the sponsors of the shows?). And for that, I will forgive some inconsistencies, sloppiness and plot holes because they don’t have bottomless budgets.

***I am going to put here – when Cat for Cash starts airing – see people start complaining about the “ads/sponsors” being on blatant displays during the show when its those ads that supplement the budget for the show

Staying positive regarding FK (and BL world in general)

So, I’m not sure your last sentence has more meaning than just FK general presence in THK? Are you perhaps alluding to fans in Twitter crying war with how jobless FK is when compared to other GMTMV CPs? Or how they don’t have a reality TV show of their own? Or brand sponsorships? Or how Somsoms are not pulling their weight on trending on Twitter? (if you are, well – I have my own thoughts/views of this particular matter, which I am not going to elaborate in this ask).

But, if you are asking how I stay positive in general, I made a promise to myself – if I really dislikes something, I will give myself 24 hours before writing/saying anything I will regret🫣. And most of the time, the things I am angry about just seems trivial after that. I also block a lot of users who are just blatantly prejudice against Thai BL (ok, in general, GMMTV productions) – if you have been in the tumblr long enough, you will know a specific group that should not be named (they are my Voldemort) who prided themselves as unbiased “academics” and write long meta essays that frankly highlights their biases even more.

I also work in the medical field – and well, having to deal with anxious (sometimes very angry) patients/family members means I have abundance of patience (and when I ran out of them, I know it times for me take a holiday 😅)

Anyway, I am always reminded that we consume media for fun – don’t take things so seriously. And personally, FK being their lovely self on social media is enough to make me happy. They have never expressed any hatred/criticism towards their work/GMMTV. I also think it is quite telling that none of the Thai fans have mentioned any dissatisfaction with the scenes we have of FK or series, so far?

(Can’t resist putting up our KantBison pictures hehe)

[welcometothejianghu]

Welcome to another round of W2 Tells You What You Should See, where W2 (me) tries to sell you (you) on something you should be watching. Today's choice: D.P.

D.P. (which stands for Deserter Pursuit, not something else) is a two-season, twelve-episode Korean series about a young man doing his mandatory military service who finds himself -- alongside a slightly unhinged partner -- tasked with tracking down other young men who have skipped out on said mandatory military service.

This show gets a giant trigger warning for all kinds of harassment, both shown and implied. It is a bloody, bare-knuckled tale about violence, bullying, and the systems that not only protect but enable the violent bullies. It is a show about boys who beat the shit out of one another, but in ways that make you more sad than horny -- and in ways that make them more sad than horny. And yet, fujoshi hope springs eternal, as those main boys absolutely, 100% need to kiss.

I was just looking for a whatever show to put in my face, and I was surprised by how much D.P. impressed me. If you think you might be up for it, I've got five reasons to roll out for this one.

1. A shockingly critical take on toxic Korean masculinity and military culture!

...What, you thought I was going to start with the gay stuff? Just for that, I'm going to make you wait for that until selling point #5.

Anyway, I think the most notable part of this show is how absolutely brutal and unflinching its portrayal of the Korean military is. I had been given the impression that, sure, it had some points of critique. I did not expect it to be an indictment of the entire damn system. From the conscripts to the commanders to the civilians, damn near everyone either contributes to the cycle of abuse or passively allows a rotten institution to worsen at every turn.

D.P. starts out like it's going to be a deserter-of-the-week military police procedural, where a couple good soldiers go track down some naughty lads who have shirked their rightful duties! But no, the show presents you almost immediately with the idea that going AWOL isn't just a thing for bad lazy boys who'd rather spend their weekends partying. Instead, running away is often the only escape from brutal abuse suffered at the hands of their fellow soldiers. Our main pair's job is to find these deserters and bring them back -- but boy, do they very quickly start to feel not good about it.

Especially once you hit the second season, the villainy of the villains can reach almost comical levels -- like, the bad guys are so bad that they'd be twirling their moustaches if they were allowed to grow any. But comical doesn't mean unbelievable. I mean, anyone with half an inch of awareness right now knows that the Venn diagram of the evilest people in the world and the most absurd people in the world is pretty much just a circle.

Questioning the military is always a dicey prospect in fiction, because of how many people have such delicate feelings about ideas of patriotism and service. I think it helps that the major incident at the crux of the show is based on a real-life tragedy from 2014 (which is when the show is set), so you can't clutch your pearls and say that would never happen in our army! because, uh, it already did. Authoritarian pressure cookers with unquestionable hierarchies lead to horrific abuse! We've got the recent history to prove it!

And sure, yeah, I wish the show had been a little more explicit in its gender critique, but I always wish that. D.P. ain't special.

2. A solid supporting cast

I think this show does a good job overall of creating side characters that are only slightly larger than life. They're big enough to move the story along with occasional good comedic moments, so it's not just a complete litany of despair, but not so exaggerated they need you to suspend too much disbelief that they might exist in real life.

This network of characters is important, because it recognizes that our main characters are not in positions of power and cannot make substantive changes in the world. Especially in the second season, the plot widens out enough that they need allies who are empowered to pull of things that army grunts are not. I very much like that the show does not (overly) artificially insert its main characters into places they don't belong; rather, it keeps them where they (mostly) make sense to be, allowing them to serve as supports while more structurally appropriate people step up to the plate.

Now, I will admit that I had more than a little trouble telling some side characters apart. I mean, come on -- half the cast is a bunch of TV-handsome athletic Korean men around the same age, with the same haircut, wearing the same uniform. Combine that with my vague face-blindness, and I was struggling. Maybe keep a cast list open or something, just to help you kep track.

3. On Earth My Nina

Did you watch EVILIVE? (You should!) Did you adore that handsome cat-eyed boy who was Seo Doyeong's right-hand goon? Do you want to see him play a beautiful and tragic transfemme who is a morally complicated but ultimately incredibly sympathetic character?

Hell yeah you do.

Nina is a oneshot character -- season 2, episode 3 is all you get. Yet you could probably write an entire dissertation about how D.P. is a Manly Show For Manly Men that takes this episode to condemn homophobia and transphobia as unqualified evils, no nuance, no discussion. And you might think I'd be the one to do it, but no! I'm gonna talk about punchin' stuff.

4. Some kick-ass fight choreography!

If you're sick of fight scenes that are just a million quick cuts of shaky hand-held footage meant to cover how the actors couldn't punch their way out of a paper bag, I've got some great news for you!

As I said up top, this is a violent show. There's lots of people getting punched, kicked, shot, stabbed, burned, blown up, bludgeoned, strangled, hit by cars, tossed out windows, and generally roughed up pretty badly. I wouldn't call it gory or gross, necessarily, but it doesn't hold back on the damage that gets done. It understands just how many times you have to punch a trained soldier before that trained soldier finally goes down. The folk with the fake blood and bruise makeup definitely earned their paychecks.

It doesn't try to pretty up the violence either, so when I say I like the fight choreography, I don't mean that things get artsy or poetic. What this show has going for it is some very smart work that doesn't rely on jiggling the camera to build tension. A couple of the fights are one person against a group, and they're timed well enough that none of the extras look like they're just hovering in the background, checking their watch and waiting their turn.

I like how scrappy the brawls can get, too. Han Hoyeol (more on him in a moment) will just fling himself bodily at people, knocking them down in ways that aren't graceful, but get the job done. These aren't graceful battles between honorable masters. They're mostly one guy who's trying to get away versus another guy who's trying to subdue him. Those can be very interesting stakes.

Most of the actors are clearly well-trained in stage combat. Every now and then, though, you get someone who's clearly a martial artist, and they just let him at it. The one chest kick that Lego Grandpa gets off? Damn.

But a lot of times, the fights are just sad.

The main boys realize very quickly that their job is returning abuse victims to their abusers. Sometimes they can feel good about bringing in some dangerous shithead or chasing a thug! Mostly, though, they're approaching their quarries with the attitude of, you should really come with us, because the next guys coming for you won't be nearly as gentle. You as the viewer wind up rooting against our guys as often as not, because you want to see the deserters get away. That's a level of moral complication I was not expecting when I started out!

I hope you are ready for some man-tears, because this show is at least 30% man-tears by volume. Crying while punching someone you care about? It doesn't get manlier than that.

5. The aforementioned gay stuff

Okay, I made you wait for it, so here we go.

This is love.

The tall, quiet, buff one is An Junho, the main character of the show. The lanky, scrappy, crazy one is Han Hoyeol, his eventual partner.

It goes a little bit like this: Junho is a completely emotionally unavailable young man from a terribly abusive family situation. He gets paired up with Hoyeol, who actively and openly cares about Junho's well-being. Junho reacts to this like someone who has never been cared for in his whole life. Hoyeol reacts to that like someone who has never had someone actually let him care for them.

They then enter into a buddy-cop dynamic that's great because they genuinely like one another. They get close pretty quick because they go through some incredibly traumatic things together. Junho starts to learn how to care, and Hoyeol starts to learn to stop hiding his own trauma behind his jokester personality. And they do this just in time to get traumatized even more! That's kind of how the show goes.

I want to talk for a second about Han Hoyeol.

I must at this moment confess that I don't speak Korean gay-coding enough to know if that's what's happening with him. We are introduced to him by a loving and surprisingly long shot of his ass in a pair of panties with his name written on the butt. His mannerisms are exaggerated and his whole personality is extra. He's comfortable around drag queens. Homophobic insults roll off his back. And that's all without even getting into what he says in front of Junho's mom and little sister. What I'm saying is: In a show full of Manly Man-Type Men, honestly, he reads kind of like a fag.

Which means one of two things: either he's actually meant to come across as a (nominally) closeted gay man, or he's supposed to be a straight man so comfortable in his straightness that he doesn't care if he seems like a fruit. Both make me happy to consider.

Hoyeol is by far my favorite character in the show. He's great because he's definitely kind of a wacky loose cannon, but believably so. He's defiant and gleefully irritating, but he reins it in juuuuust enough that you can imagine he'd be tolerable even by Korean military standards. So it's not one of those situations where you're wondering why the hell the straitlaced establishment puts up with this completely insubordinate fictional guy. Hoyeol will do what he's supposed to; he just reserves the right to be annoying as heck while he does it.

This is not a drama like Beyond Evil or EVILIVE, where the main character of the show is the relationship between the two leads. This is An Junho's tale, where Han Hoyeol is merely a supporting character. But he is an extremely important supporting character, and their interactions form the core of Junho's protagonist arc. They are the only people who can see one another for what they truly are: vulnerable and traumatized and badly in need of love. Whether you read that love as romantic or not, it is love.

They totally should kiss, though. Not during the time period covered in the show, mind you; those boys have way too much damage to work through first. They're gonna need a slow post-canon burn. Somebody get on that for me. There's a mere 78 works on AO3 for this show. We can do better. Support our troops.

...Hold on a damn minute, is this another one of those things that doesn't have an actual ending?

I saw a lot of people saying that before I started watching, so that was what I was prepared for, and you know what? They're wrong!

Season 2 aired in July 2023, and as far as I can tell, there has to been no noise made about a season 3. More to that, I don't think there's going to be one. While I think the series could support one, sure, I absolutely, 100% think it doesn't need one.

I understand where the "season 3 when?" people are coming from. Not all the conflicts of the show get all wrapped up with a neat bow, and not everybody ends clearly on the path to a stable happily ever after. Honestly, though, that's better, because it's at least an acknowledgment that the issues at play here are not subject to a quick solution. Cycles of abuse don't stop quickly or easily. There is still more work to be done to get the toxicity out of the masculinity at the heart of Korean military culture.

And that's if you can get the toxicity out at all. It may be too much of a feature, not a bug. The show isn't quite willing to say it outright, but you really have to consider if this kind of corruption and abuse is just too endemic to the system as it is structured now, where everyone buys into the lie that the military is such a noble and unqualified good that it is above question. D.P. portrays a badly broken institution that permanently damages not only the people forced by law to endure it, but the country at large. After all, as long as you're sending every young man in your culture through an intense multi-year experience that demands he violently hate femmes, fags, fatties, freaks, and feelings, you are going to see those attitudes continue to ripple out through Korean society for a long, long time.

Ready to watch?

It's a Netflix series, so off to Netflix you go! Heck, if you're already there, you've probably seen it recommended for you already -- I know that's how I found it. Click that little banner and start watching!

Real talk: I don't think this show could have gotten made today in the U.S., given the stranglehold the military-industrial complex has over big-studio productions, to say nothing of U.S. public opinion. Supporting our troops also means never questioning what kind of godawful meat grinder we're throwing them into, I guess.

And you definitely couldn't have made here, because deserters would've just gotten shot in the first ten minutes! Ha ha anyway.

Now there's a couple of good ol' D.P. boys. Mm-hmm.

[helaelaemond]

Who Else Is Gonna Put Up With Me This Way? - Billy Washington x reader

Pairing: Billy Washington x female reader

Summary: You’re in an unstable relationship with Billy Washington - you've broken up with him countless times, and he's found himself back between your thighs again. This time, though, it's for real. But you're the one thing worth fighting for.

Dark!Billy, dub-con, possessive Billy, fingering, penetrative sex (f receiving), rough treatment, degradation.

Warnings: mentions of rape (none committed), mentions of domestic abuse (none committed by Billy, reader slaps him), discussions of Islamophobia,

Rating: E

Word count: 2.9k

Based on the results from this poll. Doing it for the girls gays and theys!

tagging those who showed interest: @tssf-imagines / @slytherincursebreaker / @humanpurposes / @arcielee / @elizarbell / @heimtathurs / @ewanmitchellcrumbs / @targaryenrealnessdarling / @valeskafics

"What are y'doing?"

You shove past him and storm into the bedroom, grabbing a bag from the wardrobe and dropping it onto the bed. "I'm done. I'm fucking done."

"Are you serious?" Billy stands in the doorway with a red face and thin lips, watching you with wide eyes.

You spit the answer back at him. "Does it look like I'm joking?" You grab whatever you can from the draws next to your side of the bed and shove them into your bag without looking.

"Over this?"

"This? This? You've lost your fucking mind! I don't recognise you anymore!"

"Oh, c'mon, I was drunk, and no one got hurt-!"

"Those people woke up to find they've been victims of your stupidity, all because you believe bullshit you've read-"

"Give me a fucking break!" He slams his hand on the door frame, and his eyes blaze.

"You hitting that because you want to hit me?"

Billy slinks over to you and rips the bag from your hand. "Don't act like I'd ever lay a hand on you; you know I wouldn't."

"I don't know what you'd do anymore," you answer defiantly. "I didn't think you'd ever smash up a Muslim butchers, yet here we are!"

"For fuck's sake! Who cares? No one got hurt!"

You wrench the bag from his hands and throw in a couple of tops and trousers, before pushing past him to the bathroom. He dogs your steps.

"They're real people; you know that, right?"

"I'm sure they're insured. Everyone knows those people are tight with their money. Got their own banks with special rules and everything."

"Those people? Your brain's been rotted by those fucking pigs you call friends! I don't even recognise you half the time!" After grabbing your toiletries, you're back in the bedroom packing up phone chargers, your earring box, your hairbrush. Whatever you need for a few nights, before you come back to get the rest of your stuff.

He keeps close to you. Threatening you. Shadowing you. He's so tall. You hate him. You fucking love him. That's why this is so hard.

"I'm still me," he says lowly.

"Oh yeah? Prove it."

"How?"

"Get rid of those cunts rewiring your brain, and start giving a fuck about people again."

His lip twitches and he catches your arm, pulling you close to him. "I care about you."

With more strength than you realise you have, you press your hands against his chest and escape his clutches. "Not enough."

He follows you when you go into the living room. It's messy, covered in beer cans and food containers and papers and cables, and you let out a shout of frustration. "I hate it here! I fucking hate it!"

"If you hate it so much, why do you keep coming back?" he thunders.

You open your mouth to reply, but no words come. You know why. He knows why. It's pathetic, really. But you can't quit him. He poisons your life, and God, you love the way it tastes.

Fury flashes in his pretty eyes, the eyes that capture you every time. He smirks, but there's no humour in it. "That's what I thought. Can't stay away, can you? You know you're mine."

"Don't play that game," you warn.

"S'not a game."

Billy steps closer to you again, and something akin to dread rushes through you. "No, it's not. So fuck off."

"D'you hate me?"

You glare up at him. There's fire in you now, fire in your belly, in your eyes. "Yeah, I do."

"Liar."

You suddenly slap him, and he grunts as his head is knocked to the side. God, it feels good to do that. Even when he turns to look at you in shock, in disgust, it feels good. "I hate you."

When he grabs you by the waist and shoves you against the wall, it's not a surprise. That doesn't make it any less of a thrill. He runs his nose up your neck and inhales deeply. "So if I shove my hand against your pussy, I'll find you dry?"

"Don't fucking touch me!" You hit his chest to try to get him away from you, but he's stronger. He doesn't go to the gym anymore, but he's stronger. You grab his hair and pull, but he's stronger.

"This is what you want, huh?" His large hands push up your shirt and grasp without care at your breasts. It hurts. It's good. "To pretend you hate me and pretend you don't want this?"

"I don't want it!" A half lie. You shouldn't want it. You know you shouldn't.

"Oh yeah?" he grunts. One hand wraps around your throat, finger and thumb pressing against the edge of your jaw, and the other slips under your waistband. You clench your legs together in response - but he's stronger. The heat between them betrays you, and he wedges his fingers between your folds to find slickness gathering there. "Sure feels like you want it."

"That's got fuck all to do with you."

His eyebrows are raised as he looks down at you, towering tall. Sandy hair flops messily over his eyes, unkempt and greasy. He's disgusting. But you chase his hand.

"I think you like me like this." Dropping his voice, he runs his finger around your clit, as if you're in any way ready for that.

"Like what?" you hiss. "A fucking rapist?"

"No one's getting raped, baby. You want this. You want me to force you to stay."

"No, I don't!" But you grab his wrist to hold it in place. For a moment, it seems like he's taking your words to heart and so his fingers still, but you hold him fast to make sure they stay where they are.

Looking into your face, he grins coldly. "You're such a slut, aren't you? You gonna come on my fingers?"

"You wish! You couldn't make me come now if you tried."

The fingers on your throat tighten slightly, and they apply pressure to the thick veins under your skin. He will be able to feel how quick your pulse is getting. Billy leans his close facer to yours. "You think anyone will be able to make you feel like I do?"

You shake your head slightly. "No. That's the point."

"Hmm." His lip twitches in anger. And then his fingers are pressing against your soft folds, digging it, dragging nails down them, and your stifled groan makes his eyes glint. "You love being used however I want."

"No, I don't. I'm not your thing to play with."

Then, his hands are gone, and he presses the length of his body against yours, and you're trapped tight between him and the wall, and it feels crushing, it's overwhelming, it's stifling-

Billy bites your ear and blows into it. It makes your nipples hard. "Yes, you are. Always have been." He rolls his hips against you, and it presses his half-hard cock against your stomach. As you clench around nothing, a shiver runs through your body. Of course, he notices, and he grins. "See? You want me to use you like the whore you are."

"I'm not a whore," you rasp. "You never fucking paid me."

"Maybe I should have done. You suck my cock like a porn star. All needy and whimpering like you can't live without it."

"Get off me!"

But you grasp the back of his shirt and claw at the skin at the base of his spine. It's so soft there, the gentle peach fuzz comforting under your fingertips. He's still Billy, somewhere underneath it all. Maybe. He presses harder. It's difficult to breathe.

Messily, he licks against your ear and groans. The obscene sound makes your eyes roll back."You leave this flat, you're never coming back."

"Then let me go."

"Never."

You drag your nails over his skin. Red welts are left in the wake. "You're a monster."

"What does that make you, then?" Billy asks with a dry chuckle.

"Stop trying to turn this into a game."

He pulls back to look at you with hooded eyes, lips parted. "I already told you, this in't a game."

"Even if it was, you'd lose." Something comes over you, and you spit in his face. "Fucking loser. Freak."

It makes him snarl. It makes him rough. With all his strength, he turns you to face the wall and shoves down your trousers, your underwear. You can barely spread your legs before he slaps between them, a hard hand grasping your cunt from behind. He squeezes and you yelp in pain. A strong arm is pinned across the back of your shoulders to keep you in place.

Then he squeezes your clit. At this angle, it's caught between two fingers while his thumb shoves against your entrance. It stings, the pressure, but it's worse when he takes his touch away. "If I'm a freak, you're the pathetic slut who wants to get fucked. God, you can't help it, can you? Getting this wet for me?" You can hear him inhale deeply, and the wet noises of him licking your taste off his fingers. You struggle slightly against his firm hold, but it's half-hearted. More than anything, you just want him to touch you again. "God, you taste so good. You ready to take me like the little fuck toy you are?"

"No," you lie, again and again. "Billy, don't you dare-!"

With knees bent, he pushes down his grey joggers and pulls his cock free, and slides between your thighs from behind. "No one's gonna treat you like this."

"You're a fucking monster!" Leaning forward, you press your forehead against the wall. You clamp your legs shut and trap his cock between them, and he responds by shoving you harder against the wall.

"And you're a cunt. My cunt, every dripping inch of it. Spread your legs."

"Make me."

Billy twists the arm on your back to grab your hair instead. The pull on it hurts, makes your spine arch uncomfortably, and a needy whimper escapes you. Fuck. He doesn't need to know how good he's making you feel.

"That's all you ever want, isn't it?" he whispers against your ear. "Me to take away every last bit of your control until you're nothing but a fuck toy for me."

Having your head pulled back this far makes it hard to speak. Between your thighs, his cock can't move, and you can tell how irritated it's making him. "I don't want anything from you."

"Open your mouth."

Your lip curls. Even with your hair wrapped around his hand, you manage to shake your head. Insolence isn't kindly received, and so rough hands suddenly straighten you up and flip you so your back is against the wall again. His hand goes back to your face and he presses against your cheeks until it hurts so bad you can't do anything but open your jaw. Without hesistating, Billy spits into it, heavy eyes watching your mouth. It makes your knees fucking weak.

You want to whimper. You want to swallow. Every part of him is sacred, and you want to consume him whole. At any other time, you would.

His voice is a murmur. "Swallow."

To let you do it, he lets go of your jaw, but his touch does not stray far. It finds its place on your throat, hoping to feel you obey him. Instead, you spit his taste out onto the floor. He doesn't like that.

"You stupid bitch." Suddenly, his fingers are buried back against your cunt and he rubs cruel and wide circles around your clit, fingers digging into soft and swollen flesh.

So, you grab his flushed balls and squeeze and he yelps in surprise, in pain. The hand at your throat shoves your head against the wall. The other leaves your heated core and shoves down your trouers and underwear until theyre at your ankles. Whether you would allow him or not, he takes them off completely, and as he bends down to do so, you wonder if he'll kiss your cunt.

Billy looks at it with longing in his eyes, but then he glances up at your face and the softness is gone. "Don't even need me to spit on you here, do you? You're so wet already."

"Nothing to do with you," you lie again.

"You need me."

"I'd rather die."

With more strength than seems possible, he looms over you and hooks his arm under one thigh. It makes you reach up onto your toe desperately, and then his blunt head is pressing against you. He holds it there for a moment, a threat, a promise. "Say you need me."

You squrim away from him half-heartedly. It makes you sick to your stomach that he's right. "I hate you!"

"Say it!"

One hand grabs a fistful of his hair and yanks. The other claws at the small of his back in an attempt to pull him closer. And then he does. The intrusion hurts in the best way. Your mouth opens in a silent scream, your throat refusing to let the noise escape.

And then he moves.

Billy is relentless in his pace, slamming into you over and over again. He doesn't give you time to adjust, time to relax, he just takes and takes and takes.

"Mine," he grunts, voice shaking.

"No," you choke.

"Yes."

"Fucking bastard!"

Billy kisses your mouth messily before you have a chance to turn away. It's sloppy, wet, desperate. His tongue presses roughly past your teeth and it makes your stomach tighten. But still, you turn your face away to deny him, so he covers your cheek and neck in hot kisses instead.

"Mine," he grunts again against your ear.

"Not anymore."

He returns his hand to your cunt again and as he keeps a steady and fast pace that makes sweat break out on his brow, he rubs you fiercely. It makes your hands clench into fists.

"I'll keep you forever," he promises. His words are punctuated with rough thrusts. "I own you."

Words are so beyond you now. He's rough, he's possessive, and he's fucking right. You fling an arm around the back of his neck and hold him close as he fucks you like it's the first time, the last time. His pace gets faster, more erratic, and then the tell-tale gasps begin to come.

"Don't you dare!" you cry out.

"With me," he answers breathlessly.

"Make me!"

You feel him nod as you hold him close. He licks your ear, making your heart rush in your cunt, and he moans for you just as you like. It drives you higher along with his hand, and then there it is, that pressure in your stomach, the tension between your thighs that pushes you higher.

"Shit, shit, Billy, yes, yes-!"

"With me," he begs. "Cum with me, baby."

"No!" Yes. Yes, cum with him, please, please, please-

"That's it, ah-! Fuck, like that, baby, keep-! Fuck, I'm-!"

Billy's hips stutter and he shoves them against yours as his thights tremble. His orgasm forces him to his toes, and his hand shakes against your clit. It washes over him again and again, and as the last of his seed spurts inside you, you follow him into oblivion. This time, your scream is not silent.

Against the wall, he holds you safely. Your heartbeats are matched as your chests press together, only thin layers of cotton separating your skin there. Your breathing is in time with his, too. In, out. In, out.

He kisses your neck. It makes you squirm. "Let me go."

Carefully, he pulls out of you and sets your leg down. Smiling softly at you, he kisses your forehead. Already you can feel his seed trickling out of you, and it turns your stomach. You can't be here a second longer. It's fine, you can shower later, get his stench of you.

You'll never be free of it.

"I need you," he murmurs as you pull your underwear and trousers back on. Now, his touches are soft and searching, petting your hair. You slap his hand away. He frowns. "I'll never leave you, you know?"

"I know." You might escape his presence, but he has taken root in your heart, for good or evil. "But it's done."

His trousers are back over his hips, and as he ties the string, he looks up at you with wide eyes. "What?"

"I'm done with you, Billy. I know you love me, every inch of my soul, but it's not enough anymore."

Large hands grasp yours. He winds his fingers through yours, and you let him. "You're my one true love. You can't go."

"You can't stop me."

And then his face darkens. Your lips part, and slowly, his eyes open, he kisses you on your open mouth. Pulling away, he smiles slightly and it doesn't spread kindly across his face. "I can."

"What're you gonna do, Billy? Tie me to the fucking bed?"

His hands return to the laces of his trousers, and as if he's not even thinking about it, he undoes them and begins pulling them through the waistband. Your stomach drops. And he takes your wrist, and kisses it. "If that's what it takes. I'll keep you forever. I own you."

[vavuska]

I'm sorry that Vivian - Elon Musk's daughter - is dealing with an oppressive father sharing inaccurate details about her life and spreading false medical information to invalidate trans kids right to self-determination. But I love the fact she is strong enough to call out Elon's lies and persevere, despite his billions of minion around the globe still supporting his bullshits.

I want to give more space and attention to Vivian, who chooses Threads (over X) to mock her father for his lies, hypocrisy, transphobia and bigotry.

To Vivian I wish she cal find all the love and happiness a person can have in this world. I hope we will build together a better place for every queer kid. A special hug to everyone who is struggling with oppressive parents who force them into the closet.

Be proud of yourself. 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️❤️

There’s a lot of stuff I need to debunk which I will get to don’t worry, but I want to start with what I find the funniest which is the notorious “slightly autistic” tweet. This is gonna be a bit so just bare with me

This is entirely fake. Like, literally none of this ever happened. Ever. I don’t even know where he got this from. My best guess is that he went to the Milo Yiannopoulis school of gay stereotypes, just picked some at random and said “eh- good enough” in a last-ditch attempt to garner sympathy points when he is so obviously in the wrong even in his own fucking story.

I did not have a “love of musicals & theatre” when I was four, because y’know… I was fucking four. I did not know what these things were. My earliest real experience with musicals was when my twin brother had a hamilton phase in 8th/9th grade and overplayed it so much in the car to the point where for a long time I swore off the entire genre.

I never picked out jackets for him to wear and I was most certainly not calling them “fabulous” because literally what the fuck. I did not use the word fabulous when I was four because once again I would like to reiterate… I was four. Like this is so obvious I don’t even think it warrants explanation but apparently people believe this nonsense so here I am.

This entire thing is completely made up and there’s a reason for this. He doesn’t know what I was like as a child because he quite simply wasn’t there, and in the little time that he was I was relentlessly harassed for my femininity and queerness. Obviously he can’t say that, so I’ve been reduced to a happy little stereotype f*g-ing along to use at his discretion. I think that says alot about how he views queer people and children in general.

As for if I’m not a woman… sure, Jan. Whatever you say. I’m legally recognized as a woman in the state of California and I don’t concern myself with the opinions of those who are below me. Obviously Elon can’t say the same because in a ketamine-fueled haze, he’s desperate for attention and validation from an army of degenerate red-pilled incels and pick-mes who are quick to give it to him. Go touch some fucking grass✨

Credits: vivllainous - Vivian Jenna Wilson.

[dean23456]

Moments where Peppermint Patty and Marcie are kinda gay (part 2)

Not as much this time. Mostly stuff I forgot or couldn't fit in. Same rule apply. Trying not to be too out of context or not just them like doing casual stuff with nothing else there. I'm also adding much more show/specials stuff and have more to say. I mostly got the screenshots from YouTube or Twitter.

Forgot the date of this one.

They forget they fought by like the next day sometimes. There's other interactions where they kind of act like this.

Of fucking course you play with her. You 2 got other friends.

Idk which episode this is but context is that it's Christmas eve, Snoopy came by and the 2 are celebrating Christmas together. Where the hell are their parents? In another room? One of the 2's moms is like dead so ??? I need to watch this show but just the Peppermint Patty, Marcie and both centric episodes. (For fun and analysis.)

This has to be an inside joke. Don't know what episode it is.

Context: they didn't want to do what the other likes so they made Snoopy cover in for them. They got sad eventually. They couldn't last a week. I think this is S2 10C. Also isn't that their world version of a very accurate painting. They got all these other friends but choose each other regardless. What would happen if one of them dies/moves away?

She said it. She (mostly) can't leave their side. To be honest Marcie should pick her over her mom to stay with. (With what we know of them, they aren't really sympathetic unless you give them headcannons and such.)

Doesn't really count but Marcie pretty much says lesbians exist in their universe. Peppermint Patty supports it. There isn't a 0% chance.....

You don't need to present her like that.

I think this is when Marcie decides to go back to the golf tournament or after that. They're hugging like they haven't seen each other in years.

You don't need to hug her like that. Context the 2 won a golf game and Marcie braved her way into a situation she doesn't like. Not the best explanation. Watch one of a kind Marcie it's peak. This and To mom and dad with love are the only apple ones I've seen so far.

I have no clue what the context of this is, but it probably was them being late/seperated. That or some fantasy sequence.

Edit: it's not a fantasy sequence and yes the context is that P.Patty wanted to play with Marcie but she wanted to play with Snoopy and P.Patty got sad. P.Patty decided to go along with the 2. It's from Season 3 ep 5b, Chez Marcie.

Honerable mention: This if it wasn't in the most out of context ever and the fact that she was talking about going on a date with Charlie Brown or something.

I guess this is the end for now. If I missed anything let me know and show me it or something. Give me the context of it to so it isn't something completely different.

Here's part 1:

[number-1-blind]

Ryden Sun & Moon Theory, A Summary

A short (actually long) and incoherent summary of the sun and moon theory from the beginning to end.

Disclaimers

I have a few things to say before I get into the good stuff, I apologize. I would like to clear up that this is all speculation as well as for fun. I don't usually encourage the shipping of real people but in the case that there is a large amount of evidence in regards to it I often like to entertain the idea. I would also like to say that throughout their whole careers Brendon nor Ryan has not denied or confirmed the rumors.

Confirmation of… Something

However, Brendon and Ryan have acknowledged their “moments” on stage. In an interview Ryan was asked: “Are you toying with the idea of bisexuality?” To which he answered: “There was never a point where we were going for that or trying to make a statement,” and, “We're just having fun,”

In the same interview Brendon spoke about how he is “playful” with Ryan on stage. He said things like: “For our first headline tour I would go up to Ryan and like kiss him on the neck or kiss him on the mouth,” and “I would hang out with friends and after five or six beers we're just kind of smooching on each other,”

So here, we clearly know they've at least kissed. If it's on stage for fun and Brendon admits to “smooching on” his friends, I'd say it's pretty fair to say it's happened behind closed doors as well.

Although, it is also clear that some moments in shows are scripted. This is regarded as stage gay and is a marketing tactic. It's essentially queer bait.

Ryro and B-Den Relationship Timeline

Generally, Ryan is regarded as the sun and Brendon as the moon. However, this also changes based on their relationship status. In 2004 Ryan was with a girl who is commonly referred to as S for privacy reasons. Throughout their relationship and break-up he was highly emotional and it led to beloved songs such as Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off. In this time he had taken on the role of the moon and Brendon was his sun, coming to him in a time of need and helping him.

From late 2005 to 2006 Ryan went on to get together with scene queen Jac Vanek. This resulted in Brendon meeting and dating another scene queen Audrey Kitching. Both their break-ups were rough, involving cheating and a faked miscarriage (allegedly).

In late 2006, enters another girl, Keltie Colleen. She was a dancer for them for a VMAs performance and got with Ryan afterwards. There's a lot to get Into here but during his relationship with Keltie is when he transitions from moon to sun alignment.

It was a rough relationship and before leaving to the cabin where Pretty. Odd. was written they went through a very difficult situation. Throughout his time at the cabin Keltie was not contacted and she began to wonder if he was cheating.

From his relationship with Audrey up until 2009 Brendon was always single. He transitioned to his moon alignment during this time. Generally the rule is if Brendon is single he's moon and if Ryan is single he's sun.

Pretty. Odd.

Pretty. Odd. is really when the sun and moon symbolism starts. The first song where this shows is I Have Friends In Holy Spaces which was written by Brendon. He says: “I'm not complaining that it's raining, I'm just saying that I'd like it a lot more than you think, if the sun would come out and sing with me,” I particularly like this because he's saying he wishes Ryan would sing with him more often and enjoys it very much.

Northern Downpour is in my opinion one of the most Ryden heavy songs and gives us so much to work with. In an interview with Rolling Stone Ryan had said, “It was about touring and girlfriends and love and everything that’s been important to us in the past few years. There’s a line in the song that goes, ‘I know the world’s a broken bone, but melt your headaches, call it home.’ I told Brendon to pay special attention to that line,”

Ryan had also said that Jon wrote “the sugar cane part,” but the rest of the song was written by him. Although, it's a very common theory that it was written as a correspondence between Ryan and Brendon. This is especially thought about because of Ryan specifically telling Brendon to pay attention to, “I know the world’s a broken bone, but melt your headaches, call it home,”

I personally think that the line “I missed your skin when you were east, You clicked your heels and wished for me,” is Brendon talking to Ryan. I think it's referring to Ryan's time with Keltie in New York while Brendon was in Las Vegas or even just while they were all in New York. Also, of course all the “Hey, Moon,” lines could be Brendon talking to Ryan but I'm unsure if these are included in the parts Jon had written or not.

There's a lot more to Northern Downpour but that should all be saved for a post of its own. So, let's talk about the next Ryden heavy song, When the Day Met the Night. This song is completely about the sun and moon and leans into the theory heavily. In the song, the sun has he/him pronouns and the moon has she/her but in live performances Brendon has used he/him for both. However, neither me nor my source has found the clip so I'm unsure if it's true.

A very intriguing part, however, is the line: “as long as you can make a promise not to break my little heart and leave me all alone in the summer,” This line is not only sung in first person but it also reveals something extremely interesting. Ryan left the band on July 6th of 2009, July would fall in the middle of summer. I don't think they would have known he would leave, so it's highly possible it's a coincidence but the amount of coincidences that happen to this band is insane.

Vices and Virtues & The Departure of Ryan

Ryan left the band after a very well known time in Capetown. There he had met a woman who he swore to spend his life with. Everyone told him not to chase her and he responded by throwing his passport into the crowd saying, “My heart belongs in Capetown,” Unbeknownst to him, she had a husband in jail. With Ryan, Jon Walker also departed from the band to join Ryan in The Young Veins.

That's another story though, I want to focus on Brendon Urie – my beloved B-Den. Him and Spencer Smith went on to write the album Vices and Virtues. In this album we have the wonderful song The Ballad Of Mona Lisa. We theorize that Ryan is Mona Lisa.

In The Ballad Of Mona Lisa Brendon says, “Say what you mean, tell me I'm right, and let the sun rain down on me,” which likely references their fight in Capetown. He's telling Ryan to say what he means and tell Brendon he's right, perhaps about the woman they urged Ryan not to be with. The sun “raining down on” him could mean that Ryan's words were raining down on him. This also has so much substance it could be a post of its own so I'll leave this here.

After Ryan's departure Brendon was always extremely emotional singing older Panic! songs. He could never get through the one line in Northern Downpour that he was always told to pay attention to. He also could never sing the song without crying. At this time he had also started dating Sarah but I don't think he transitioned back to moon alignment until their engagement after Vices and Virtues.

Ryan had sung the song as well after his departure, in 2019 with his girlfriend Elizabeth Berg. Ryan was also clearly emotional while performing the song. However even though he was in a relationship he seemed to be in sun alignment, still in contrast with Brendon. In true sun fashion, he seemed to perform the song very happily despite being emotional.

The Curse Of Celestial Lovers

It's not very well known but Celestial/Star-Crossed Lovers are destined to never be together in the end. This is the case no matter the celestial alignment. Even if it's a moon or sun and star, such as popular ships Wolfstar and Jegulus. However, it is often worse when it's the moon and sun trying to come together.

As of now, Ryan is living alone in LA and Brendon has married Sarah and is living in Seattle. It is unknown if they are in touch or if they have met recently. Ryan has re-entered social media and done shows recently and Brendon is coming back for the WWWY tour to perform in Las Vegas.

I wonder if Ryan will be there…

Sources:

I urge you to please read my sources as well as they make even more points and provide more evidence!

https://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=25&t=3499771#p110413618

https://www.tumblr.com/vengeancevixen/735869372234612737/panic-fact-okay-time-to-clear-up-some?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/pathetic-at-the-disco/170881574411/the-tragic-love-life-of-ryan-ross-part-1?source=share

https://panicatthedisco.fandom.com/wiki/Northern_Downpour

https://aminoapps.com/c/panic-at-the-disco/page/blog/sun-and-moon-theory/lXkm_Y1etQugVpz7WEgXLEdMrkg7rB5erPY

[dairexx]

Daisy Johnson, aka Quake. Probably the most bisexual character besides Tony Stark in the (she's not actually in, shit!) MCU.

And yes, that's a headcanon, I know. But that's why I'm writting this.

Welcome everyone to:

How I imagine Daisy Johnson as a Bi icon Pt 1

(Plus some Skimmons because I couldn't keep my hand).

Ok, so. I think anyone who has seen Aos and is gay has noticed the heavy queerbating in this series, and although I enjoyed these scenes mostly imprinted in comedy without any problem and accept the straight couples, you can't tell me that the bus kids aren't all, at least!, bisexuals (no hate to the canon couples, by the way. I really, really love Fitzsimmons, Philinda and I'm serius when I say that Daisy and Lincoln will haunt me forever).

So yes. They're bi. That's canon to me, and if you have any doubts, you will not get answers here. This is just my personal opinion and thoughts. Besides, most of these headcanons will be about Daisy with women, because we've already had a lot of her with guys on the show. We need Daisy kissing girls, thank you!

That being said, today we'll be focusing on the one and only Quake. But first, just a quick disclaimer: These are purely headcanons based on the Agents of Shield series. I have absolutely no knowledge of Daisy in the comics, and while I plan to change that soon, today is not that day. 🤷‍���️ Also, this is dedicated to a very specific group of people, so if you don't like it or disagree, that's totally fine (yay!) as long as you don't attack me or anyone else for it (boo).

Now yes, here it is:

1. First encounter with it.

Look, Daisy (or as she was called at the time, Skye), had a very hard life. With SHIELD watching over her from the shadows and her totally unaware of this, believing that no one really wanted her, I can totally see her running off to fool around with boys. She is young, probably too young to experience all those things at the same time (cause, you know, teenagers like to rush and grow up fast), and she does all this stuff, dating guys, sleeping in their cars for a few days, having sex and maybe falling in love with one of them every now and then. But she knows what she's doing, ¿Right? At least she thinks she does.

But then something odd happens to her. I bet it's probably at some kind of bonfire at one of her friends' houses, because yeah they're still teenagers, but Skye always was a bit alternative and that was a clear no for a club. So it's just getting drunk at some house party, breaking or setting something on fire just because, and Skye kissing some guy at some point during the night.

Only no boys really catch her eye, so she just hangs out with her friends. And then this girl comes along, a little older than her but not too much, who's a friend of a friend of a friend, and... you know, she's just there. And she has this cute lip piercing, and her hair, wow, her hair. Skye just wants to run her fingers through it. But at the same time, this girl is nothing special really, like, she's not dressed too flashy, just a tank top under a worn, old shirt. But Skye can't stop looking at her and thinking: Fuck, she's so pretty.

The girl notices, of course. And she realizes that this kid who keeps staring at her might actually be interesting, so at some point she sits down next to her and starts chatting with Skye. It turns out they don't have much in common besides music and clothes, but Skye laughs at all of her jokes and feels an incessant fluttering in the middle of her stomach. She's kind of drunk, so she chalks it up to that. But then the girl drags her into the bathroom and they make out for what seems like hours, and the girl keeps calling Skye adorable and cute, and normally she doesn't really care when guys say things like that about her, but now she's blushing like a 13 year old girl and It doesn't make any sense.

2. How she found she's 🏳️‍🌈

It happens, actually, the next day.

After that it's a blur, but she knows she didn't sleep with her. But when she wakes up she can only question the interaction. I mean, sure, they kissed and she enjoyed it, but that doesn't automatically make her gay or anything. Like, come on now, every girl Skye's ever met has kissed another girl at least once. It doesn't mean anything. Plus, she still likes guys.

She likes the way it feels to kiss them, she likes the thick skin under her fingers and the smell of men's perfume. But now she can't stop thinking about pretty hair, small hands on her waist and soft lips without a poorly trimmed beard, and the damn piercing against her mouth. And remember, Skye was raised in a Catholic environment. How could this be happening to her? It's not possible to her, and now she's freaking out a little.

But then Skye is a kid again, not only that, but suddenly she is Mary Sue Poots and she's at Saint Agnes' again, and the nuns are scaring the little ones with that speech she's always hated. "The wrath of God", they used to say. As if the nuns did not contradict themselves by saying that also God was love.

So yeah, she's a little bit a mess about it. And it probably will be for a few months.

It makes her feel vulnerable, to be honest, and she doesn't like feeling that way. But then!, then something funny happens, because Skye gets really angry. How does Saint Agnes continue to torment her after all this time? Come on!, She is no longer a kid, she is not weak or afriad and she's not Mary anymore. So she does what she does best: She uses her laptop and investigates.

It turns out that God is love. Or at least Skye wants to keep that phrase from her childhood to herself. She also finds a curious word: Bisexual.

She doesn't know if that will even help her, but it's a step somewhere. Besides, the flag is pretty (point for the gays).

3. Jemma Simmons.

Boom, she's 25 now! She's quite an adult, and she's very confident and has already fully accepted her sexuality by this time. Skye is now proud and likes to have a good time regardless of who she is with. She has dated a lot of girls and guys at this point, and has this cute heart-shaped bi flag taped to her laptop and even has a strap now. There's nothing she can be afraid of, she already had her sexual crisis at seventeen, thank you very much.

But then she screws up and somehow ends up at SHIELD. All the shit happens with her ex-boyfriend and rising tide and, wow, now she's actually working here? And for these people? Sick.

And look, maybe it's the fact that she's stuck 24/7 on a plane with a reduced number of people, but she still doesn't mind working for SHIELD, not when there's the pure, lovely Jemma Simmons. Oh, Skye is going to have a great time corrupting her. Hear, Skye's all grown up now. She's become quite the tease and flirt over the last few years, especially once she stopped getting tongue-tied over pretty girls. So of course she didn't waste the chance to flirt with the nerdy, British girl of her age. Never seriously of course. Just to have fun and pass the time.

But the thing is, they've become friends over the past few months, and Skye really enjoys her company despite everything. Plus, Jemma seems to have caught on quickly to Skye's flirtatious nature, so she rebuffed any attempts at anything in the most hilarious and awkward ways. Man, Jemma was hilarious and adorable. Skye loves it

So yeah, they quickly fell into a routine. Skye would sneak into the lab, flirt, and then just bug Simmon to explain whatever he was working on. Or maybe she'd just use her laptop, or phone on silent, and that would be all. And that would be great. Really.

Which was weird. Skye doesn't normally constantly seek out people's attention, she hasn't done it in years and it feels weird. She feels like a child who constantly needs attention and to be seen.

Then she freaks out. Like, really freaks out. And she does what she does best (not computers, the other thing): Bingo!, she starts avoiding Jemma. I mean, who needs friends, right? This is just work. So Skye is suddenly everywhere on the bus except the lab. And Jemma... To be honest, she doesn't notice at first. There's always noise on the bus, there are always missions and things to do, and there's always Fitz finishing her sentences (and sometimes even her thoughts) at her side.

But then, probably several days later, one night (very late at night) Jemma can't help but notice the annoying silence around her. Fitz had just gone to sleep and she feels restless, uncomfortable. Why is it so quiet and she can't concentrate? What is missing? What-?

"Oh", she realizes. Skye.

Jemma suddenly feels very embarrassed. She has done something wrong and she didn't even have the decency to notice that Skye was avoiding her for it. Now conscious, Jemma (being the little ball of anxiety that she is) begins to chase Skye around like a kicked puppy. And what the fuck. Skye has no idea what to do. Is Jemma really hurt by this? I mean, sure, Skye is nice and sociable, but people don't want her like that. That's just how things work. So why? Why does Jemma seem desperate to talk to her and hang out?

"I thought you didn't care," Skye finally confesses, looking at Jemma with more curiosity than pain (although it is there too).

And Jemma can't believe she just said that so easily, so she gets piss off. "Of course I care about you, you daft woman! Do you have any idea how difficult it’s been to work without the sound of you typing away on your laptop? Or laughing at something on Twitter? Or—"

And Skye kind of blushes. Just like that, out of nowhere. And she feels her breath hitch before she bursts out laughing, which makes Jemma piss off even more now, and starts ranting about how if Skye had a problem with her, she had to tell her so they could talk about it and fix it, so Jemma could finally go back to work normally.

"You know what my problem is?" Skye, still laughing, asked. Jemma, her cheeks red with annoyance, shook her head. "That you're adorable, Jemma Simmons."

4. When she falls in love.

Okay, so. Skye has been here before, she recognizes the feeling ... And did you see how she was bragging about her game and her strap a few paragraphs ago? Well, Skye, who used to be a mess around pretty girls, turns into one again when she had a crush, or worse, when she falls in love.

So now I hope you can imagine Skye's despair when she realizes she has a crush on Jemma. Because, come on, Skye!, you can't fall for your coworker who happens to be the only other girl your age on a fucking plane. Sure, I mean, Jemma is stunning, not only that, she's super smart and endearing, plus she smiles at everything (literally everything) and she's also kind of super hot when she gets angry, and when she wears her lab coat and doesn't leave the lab for days until she has that messy ponytail and... Oh god, who is she kidding. She's fucked.

But the thing is, she's doing okay for a while, getting back into her routine with Jemma, finding out more things about her (like that she's a terrible liar, that she loves bugs, and that she had scoliosis as a kid). But then she starts to stumble, literally and figuratively. It's like her damn feet can't coordinate every time she hears Jemma's voice, or every time she smiles (have I mentioned that Simmons does that a lot?), or only exists three meters from her. It's pathetic.

And she also completely loses her game. Whereas before she flirted with Jemma as easily as she could breathe, now Skye is a mess of meaningless words, with most of her stuttering ending with "pretty". Because Jemma is pretty, but damn Skye, you can do better than that.

It gets worse when, one night, the younger members of the bus settle down on the couch with some beer cans and start talking about exes. Skye isn't quite sure how they get to this point, but everyone ends up getting a little tipsy and sharing details, even Ward.

Ward has so far admitted that he only had two serious girlfriends who ended up pretty badly due to his job, and that he had several casual encounters before he was sent to this team. Jemma chuckles, still mysterious about which type of guys she's dated despite her bringing up the subject. It's just as Fitz is about to speak and Skye almost leans forward (curious to know what kind of girls he's dated), which Jemma chuckles again and nudges her friend.

"Oh, do you remember Tom? He was so sweet with you."

"Jemma!" Fitz groans, sinking into his seat. "Don't make me remember him. I can't look at robotics the same way I have since then."

Skye blinks owlishly, staring at the man with her mouth open. "You're into dudes?" She hears Ward snort from beside her, as if it's obvious and she ignores him.

Fitz looks at her, almost regaining sobriety when, as an impulse of protection (or maybe his usual sarcasm), asks Skye. "You're not?"

Skye feels her jaw slacken even further, and then she feels Grant's amused gaze on her, but also Jemma's, who is studying her like a mission report sheet and god, she feels stupid. She's already accepted her sexuality, although if she's honest she doesn't remember coming out to anyone but herself.

At the silence, Jemma frowns a little. Protectively, she asks with a slightly pointed look. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"What-!? No, no, of course not!" Skye practically yells, completely panicked. "Me too! I mean... Shit, yeah I like guys too, but girls... girls too. I'm bi?"

Jemma's shoulders relax, clearly relieved. Then she asks amused. "Are you asking me?"

Skye groans, sinking into her seat. "No, I'm... I'm bi."

Fitz leans forward, laughing, but still sympathetic as he gives Skye a small pat on the thigh to comfort her. "Thank you for telling us."

Skye just sighs, closing her eyes. "Sure, Fitz."

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Aaand this is where we end up. I'll write the second part soon, probably about what Skye would be like dating Jemma, and also what Skye would be like if she's in love with Bobbi. For now I offer you this honest work, and I say goodbye with the promise of continuing to write things like this with other MCU characters. If you have any character you want, please tell me. Although I have already prepared do something like this with Natasha.

I think this will be like some kind of a section, which I decided to call Marvel Gay Icons.

Anyway, if you've made it this far, wow! Thanks. I hope you enjoyed whatever this is, and also hope to hear from you soon.

Bye until the next time.

With love, Dai.

[lunaeclips]

Here is how far I am in writing my book/novel/whatever I'm doing.

I want feedback on how good it is, what needs changed, and I also need a title because you can't have an untitled book.

(Prologue) Many people believe there to be some sort of god, and the ones who don’t traditionally think that the universe is all on its own and that anything sentient has to have originated from a planet with advanced life. I, however, am part of a small group of people who believe that there are four higher powers, each of which being stronger than the last. No one else in the group is brave enough to go on the journey to search for them though, leaving it all to me. 

Some people have called us a cult, and to be fair, we certainly act like one. There are a few key differences though, one being that none of us worship any of the higher powers, we just believe that they are there. This is a sort of retelling of the story, with some parts being filled in by the others. Please, sit back and read, have some water and food as well, because this story is one hell of a ride.

(Chapter one: The Awakening) “Where is that damn satchel!” Brush yelled, growing more and more frustrated with every failed attempt at finding it. We were meeting at his house, due to him wanting to show something that was very important and yet he couldn’t find it. I’ve always found it funny when people couldn’t find something they lost, even if I was the one who was hiding it. “Maple, where did you put it?” Marsh said. Marsh was the leader of the group, and being the oldest sibling in her family, she often took control of sparratic situations like this. “I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about, Marsh,” I said “Maybe blame someone else for once?”

“Just get it out, it might actually be important and if it is, we need it.” She was being more demanding now, a tell-tale sign of her becoming agitated. “Fiiiiine, but stop blaming me, ok?” “I’m not promising anything like that to you, Maple.” She said, yanking the satchel out of my grip. Everyone sat at their designated spots around the circle as Marsh called for the meeting to be officially started.

“So,” Brush started, “We all know that there is a special artifact that leads us to one of the powers, right?”

Everyone nodded, with a few sparse yeah’s and yes’s scattered around.

He dramatically pulled a glowing orb out of the satchel. It was small enough to easily fit into the palm of one’s hand. “I found this while wandering around the woods, and I haven’t been able to get it out of my head. I thought that maybe this could be that artifact.” He held it out for everyone to see, glowing with a substance unknown to the planet. 

Everyone leaned in, hoping to get a better look at the strange orb. He passed it towards Bristle, who took it with glee, looking at every detail they could before passng it to Brush. It slowly passed around the circle of people, landing last on Maple, who took it into her hands with much more caution than the others. She inspected the stuff inside, a swirling mass of black and another color that keeps changing by the second. 

What could this be? Maple wondered, racking her brain of vast knowlege on the legends of the four powers. As soon as it started to click, Marsh yanked it from her hands, making her train of thought fly off and everyone jumped at the suddenness of the action. 

“What’d you do that for?!” yelled Brush, angry at him for doing that.

“She was getting too handsy,” he explained “and I found it anyway so I should get a say on what happens.” At that statment, everyone started to shout at him, saying things similar to “That’s not how this works!” or “Are you serious?!”

The only person not talking was Maple, trying to catch that train of thought that had almost given her the answer, but it was to no avail because as her parents always said, If you lose something incomprehensible, it’ll take a while to get it back.

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