#and then you'll find a post that you meant to hit reblog on and for some reason saved in the drafts

[coureirsix]

i think everyone needs to take an edible and look through their drafts

[tubapun]

How I think the Mane 6 would blog on tumblr

Twilight Sparkle; would have a huge tagging and side blog system for colors, themes, characters, theories, pairings, and 2 designated tags for her friends, one for their posts and one for posts that make her think of them. Does a lot of science and language posting, as well as magic. Vent posts about her studies in a very poetic way. Never hits post limit after becoming a princess cause she doesn't have the time

Pinkie Pie; only tags she uses are various emojis and keysmashes, but if you take time to translate them you find that the emojis do actually have a system and many refer to her friends. Reblogs basically everything and anything so long as it makes her laugh, hits post limit a lot and has a queue that will never empty. Occasionally you'll see the most amazing baked goods ever made with the caption "made this for funsies lmao 😂😂😋😋"

Rainbow Dash; tags her interests, which means she has a wonderbolts tag, a weather tag, and a daring do tag. Otherwise she just scrolls and reblogs with occasional commentary, fairly standard user. Lots of wlw stuff tho, and a sideblog full of frou frou stuff she likes but doesn't want anyone to know about. She posts stunt fails a lot, but not hers. Lots of fanfic links tho. Hits post limit once or twice a month, more on DD release months

Fluttershy; very aesthetic based, literal cottage core. But also occasionally you'll see death metal and chaos stuff pop up because she meant to put em on a side blog but just can't always remember. No ask box at all cause she can't deal with answering them. When she hits post limit she apologizes for disappearing the next day. Tag system is mostly about animals, which she'll sometimes tack on facts about

Rarity; has a whole fashion blog with tags based on fabrics, jewels, seasons, the whole nine yards. She also reblogs aesthetic food pics, mostly sundaes. She only answers mean anons cause she gets to crytype her answers and it's a fun easy way to vent. Has a sideblog that she uses to post stuff pinkie tags her in cause she's very fond of her but by celestia that's not going on her main. Doesn't hit post limit

Applejack; has posted once, a single picture of an out of focus apple with her reflection in it, very clearly trying to figure out how camera work. The caption is "apnle tiem" because she can't type with her hooves damnit, everyone else uses their fancy magic or wings or whatever pinkie does, and she doesn't care enough to learn now, she only joined cause pinkie looked at her real sad cause she wanted to follow all her friends

[lilrainbowcloud]

LAND AMONG THE STARS

Prologue [masterlist]

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Child of Apollo Reader

Genre: Angst

Word count: 0.5k

Warning: mention of blood

[Before summer of TLT]

Cool breeze hits your face as you step out of the threshold, the sweat evaporating from your forehead as you take in a big gulp of air as if being in that house a moment longer would deprive you of oxygen. Still, the tightness in your chest did not go away. What were you doing wrong?

The pressure in your head threatens to take you out by the presence of black spots in your vision combined with the continuous ringing in your ears. A trickle of liquid could be felt on your cupid's bow.

With a trembling hand, you pulled out a checkered handkerchief out of your pants' pocket, wiping the blood of the result from another failed attempt. A sigh left your mouth.

"You know you'll not be able to save her."

It was not a question. He knew that you too knew of this. With all the years he observed you.

"Why can't you help me then? You know you can but why wouldn't you?" Anger laced your tone as you turned to face him.

"You know why, kid. I can't intervene with her fate." Face solem, his arms lay dejected by his side, giving you a look of empathy.

"Then why bother coming down here to just tell me that I failed?" Annoyance washed over you, furrowing your brows as you took a step closer as if to challenge him. Standing your own ground of what you believed in. You believed in yourself.

"I am not," Apollo moves closer to you, hands raised to hold the side of your head. Gently, thumb circling around your temple, a warm glow filled the corners of your vision made you close your eyes as you felt the vein in your head stop throbbing and the ringing in your ears eased to a silence.

Your mind was quiet again. No thoughts winding themselves together to make you trip and fall.

"You did not fail. But your powers are not strong enough to defy her becoming."

Your head falls, lowered gaze as sadness enveloped you. You knew there was hope to still save her. Saving her meant something of glorious purpose to you because of her son.

"I understand your will in doing so. Your love for him is incomparable," Apollo's hands now rested on your shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze to get your attention, "But you must remember, it will cost you one day."

You tilted your head back up to him. Your father. Ruler of the sun, poems, music, medicine, and... prophecies.

"In shadow's grasp, where trust is bound,

Loyalty's embrace, a soul tightly wound.

To save your love, you risk your all,

Yet find your mind and spirits fall.

Through trials dire, your path unwinds,

Each step taken, darkness blinds.

To shield the one you hold most dear,"

"I surrender all, succumb to fear." Looking into his soft golden eyes, you finished the spoken phropercy.

He gave you a pained smile as if it had hurt him more than to his child.

"Be careful kid, you might just fulfill it."

You surrender all, succumbs to fear.

[Chapter 1]

A/N: Chapter 1 will be posted in 2 days, or when i wake up and proof read it bc its literally 2:28am right now, yikes.

likes, reblogs, comments, and asks are always welcome! i would love to talk to you guys about this! Share your thoughts will you?

[drconstellation]

First-Order Archangels

Part 2: Foils of War

This post follows on from Part 1: Maybe You'll See An Archangel

In Part 1 of this meta we looked at some parallels between Gabriel and Crowley that were being shown to us in S2. This time we are going to focus on the differences, as well as some parallels between their partners, Beelzebub and Aziraphale.

A foil is a character who contrasts with the protagonist, to highlight or differentiate certain qualities between the characters. Crowley and Gabriel do this because they have come from essentially the same place, and share some story elements, but they still end up in different places.

Lets start with their first meeting in S2.

There's a couple of things about this scene worth noting. The first is Crowley's reaction. In my honest opinion, this is seems a a bit of an overreaction, even considering what happened during the body swap scenes. The reaction is more about something that happened to Crowley himself, not to Aziraphale, and my guess is its something to do with Crowley's Fall. But what exactly happened at that point, I can't say.

The second is the white bust. It does look like it is passing some kind of judgment on Gabriel there, and they are perfectly aligned in the shot-blocking, just as they were aligned over Crowley's shoulders before he turned around and saw Gabriel in the GIF above. (Yep. Go back and take a close look - Gabriel sits on Crowley's right shoulder, and the bust sits right on his left.)

I talked about what it represented here in Part 1 of Gabriel as a Shoulder Angel: S2 Study

This bust is identified in the meta A. Z. Fell & Co. bookshop and its statues by @youryurigoddess as the Head of the Victorious Athlete. The op applies an interpretation in context to Aziraphale but seeing how we get Gabriel posed next to it twice, perhaps we should have a closer look at what it might be trying to tell us about this angel as well. The op says: "The presented athlete is victorious because he’s the epitome of the Platonic Triad of higher Forms: Truth, Beauty, and Excellence, understood in the wider context of the Greek Aretē."

Arete is a nebulous concept, and while it meant one thing in the earlier post it is trying to convey a slightly different message here. Its about combining a number of qualities to live up to your best potential of excellence. Such a person would be displaying the highest levels of strength, courage and wit. Having been confronted with Gabriel unexpectedly, Crowley has just lost his wits and courage - for a moment, at least.

Gabriel, still stripped down and presented to us in a basic, classical style of robing, is dealing with one of the other aspects of arete. "See, told you I looked like a Gabriel," he says, standing on the angelic right-side. Truth is virtue, truth is knowledge, and in arete virtue is knowledge as well.

In vino veritas means "In wine, there is truth." It refers to the fact that people under the influence of alcohol tend to speak without filters.

We've already talked about one meaning for the red horse on the wine bottle Crowley obtains to do some thinking with once he's hit with Nina's comment about people's love lives in S2E5. Yes, everything on that table right there is about love. But if you read all the reblogs on that post-thread, a number of people also mention that red horses are connected to War (as in the third Horseperson of the Apocalypse that didn't happen - their horse, if they had one, is supposed to be red.)

Firstly, the date on the bottle impossibly old for reality (believe me, you will not find a bottle that old in a little cafe like that, not matter where you are) so it is more likely a fictional date to refer us to the year before WWII started, the last peaceful year for most people before widespread war broke out (hmm, a bit of foreshadowing there, maybe?)

Secondly, and more importantly, Crowley pauses to pick up the bottle with the passionate red horse of War* on it to take it with him when he goes to talk to Gabriel.

Oh, I'm not here to make peace, Crowley declares as he enters the room - look at the way he turns the label to face Gabriel as he enters - I'm here to do battle. Isn't that what you wanted, Gabriel?

(If you go back to the scene blocking for the following sequence, you'll notice that Crowley starts on the right-side, the side of Heaven, that wants to re-start and hopefully win the War, but Gabriel, who has changed his mind, is more on Crowley's usual left-side now, wanting peace instead.)

In S1 Gabriel was the one all for starting, or more rather, continuing a war that was never concluded, but now seems to be backing away from that, and Crowley just can't work it out.

The recording of the trial in Heaven gives some explanation as to why, but not the whole reason for Gabriel's back-down on war.

He is removed from the office of Supreme Archangel for the reason of "[refusing] to exercise your celestial authority." I'll come back to this shortly.

On the other hand Crowley will fight on the spot if required but would rather avoid a prolonged war if at all possible. And he doesn't hesitate to lay down his own authority to achieve that. Astonishingly, no one in the bookshop disputes this, and he quickly takes control of the gathered celestial councils.

CROWLEY: Nobody's at war. You idiots sent an idiot to lead a gang of idiots to attack a bookshop. Those idiots there want their Archangel back so they can fire him.

Then:

MICHAEL: [clears throat]If it is to be war… CROWLEY: No, no, no, no, no war. Aziraphale, let's sort this out. Where's the cardboard box?

Crowley gets Gabriel back to his true self, rescues the mortal humans from being turned in pillars of salt, asks Aziraphale to take over from him as he leads Maggie and Nina outside, and kindly remembers to retrieve Mr Brown from wherever he was being held in Hell (he was not killed, Neil commented on a tumblr post he was merely taken to Hell and held in a cell overnight; Crowley just retrieved him from that hell hole.)

(OK, so I had something else here at first but discussion on another post at the time of writing has led me to delete it. The main aim of my argument was to show that Crowley naturally took control of the room to avert war before the Metatron showed up - and no one disputed or objected to it.)

The word "authority" is used multiple times in Ep.6, so there is some emphasis on it being important. Once the demons left, and it was just the angels talking, Michael tried to take over:

MICHAEL: I am authorized to remove the name of anyone who helped Gabriel from the Book of Life. You will never have existed, Aziraphale. In the absence of Gabriel, I am the Supreme Archangel. URIEL: Duty officer.

It wasn't the first time Michael tried to claim the position of Supreme Archangel on their own - with Uriel pushing back - and it brought to mind the famous saying "Power tends to corrupt; absolute power corrupts absolutely." I like to check the exact wording of well-known sayings such as this, because they tend to get misquoted, and I know I myself misremember them, so I was interested to find out the context behind its origin, because I think it offers an insight into one of the cut minisodes for S2 - the one that would have been set in the Vatican. The writer of said quote, Lord Acton, was making a comment on how historians should judge the abuse of power by past rulers, especially popes. Unchecked power tends to lead to abuse of said power. The Metatron arrives to put a check on Michael's grasp on power, but who's keeping a check on the Metatron if God is not talking to anyone at the moment?

Control is something Gabriel feels he has never had, even though he is nominally in charge.

BEELZEBUB: Well, you didn't win. GABRIEL: Tell me about it. Everyone in Heaven is all like, "Well, you're the commander-in-chief, can't you just make the war happen anyway?" Like, I make the rules. BEELZEBUB: [scoffs] That's exactly what my lot said. GABRIEL: Well, it's good to know there's someone who understands. Thank you. It's a pity we'll never speak again.

In S1 when Aziraphale asks Gabriel who summons the Four Horsepeople for the Apocalypse, he doesn't know, and doesn't really seem too phased about it either, as long it happens. And there are a few other times in S1 he just seems to be going with the flow as well.

The trial was probably the first time Gabriel ever got to say "no" to anybody, and ironically he was exercising his celestial authority, even though he was accused of not doing so. Up until then, he'd always been more of a yes-man.

GABRIEL: I told you you could ask. However, I am the only First-Order archangel in the room, or, you know, the Universe, so I'm not gonna answer so much. But you feel free to knock yourself out with all the asking. Anyway, Armageddon the Sequel, that's a nah.

And there is Gabriel also saying no to answering questions!

One thing I've often wondered - can Gabriel's trial offer us a look back at what happened to Crowley before his Fall?

Something, some link between Gabriel and Crowley, is implied when Gabriel states he is the only First-Order Archangel in the room. I'm not just talking about the prince of Heaven comment, but Crowley could have been put through a similar trial before his Fall and shown similar defiance? Who would dare say no to the Metatron?

Crowley has nearly always been ready to say no when necessary, since the very beginning. He said no to killing children, he said no to taking up a Duke of Hell position (so far 😉) and he said no to Armageddon, amongst other things.

The scene down in Hell with the two thrones in S2E1, where Beelzebub offers Crowley "anything [his] nasty little heart desires" has a lot of parallels with the Metatron's offer to Aziraphale and is jam-packed full of other good stuff, but I'm just going to pick out a couple of aspects here, because I promised some Beelzebub-Aziraphale parallels.

One is the implication that Crowley was an equal to Beelzebub when they were both angels when Crowley responds to the threat about the Book of Life.

The two of them sitting together, side by side, reinforces this impression of them being equals of some kind. And just as Beelzebub is an Aziraphale parallel, so Aziraphale is Crowley's equal as well - in the present day. (They're a team, a group of the two of them, an Us.)

But what about when Beelzebub gets up to face Crowley, and leaves the other throne vacant? Hmm.

So we know the second throne was supposed to be for Gabriel, who never arrived. During the course of the series it gets pushed to one side, then disappears altogether, and Beelzebub appears on a cushioned white and gold chair reminiscent of Aziraphale's chair by his desk (see below.)

Ah, on second thoughts, I'm going to leave the rest of what I was going to say here for another meta (sorry!) because it pertains more to speculation about Crowley and Aziraphale in S3. Let's move on...

BEELZEBUB: Do you ever think, wouldn't it just be nice if someone told you what a good job you're doing?

@vidavalor already covered most of this parallel here, but while Aziraphale has Crowley to fall back on, and Crowley is happy to oblige with a few words of - lets not call it a "praise kink," isn't the love language term Words of Affirmation? - now Aziraphale is not reporting to Heaven, Beelzebub hasn't. Well, Demon Josh really isn't the appropriate person to be delivering that, anyway! And part of the problem lies with the next item to be discussed. I'm wondering if Gabriel is going to need to a bit of work in that department.

We need to have a talk about the following exchange between Beelzebub and Shax towards the end of S2E4:

BEELZEBUB: Can you enter the bookshop, without permission? SHAX: Not technically, no. But give me a legion of Hell's finest troops and see what I can do. It's a chance I've been waiting for, Lord Beelzebub. To be clear, you are hereby authorizing me to storm the angel's bookshop, sending wave after wave of demons to besiege it until it falls and capture the Archangel, destroying anything and everything that stands in our way? BEELZEBUB: No. I am not authorizing you to do that. SHAX: Oh. BEELZEBUB: I am commanding you to do it. I want you there, Shax. On the ground. Bravely leading the attack into the bookshop, leading the army of the damned.

I've already mentioned that there is a bit of emphasis on the word "authorize" and "authority" in places in S2, and this is one of them. But here it has a particular context. You need to ask what the difference is between commanding someone and authorizing someone, and it turns out there is a significant difference in meaning. (No, it doesn't mean pulling out a hand-written permit from your back pocket ...)

An authorization is mere official permission for something, but a command is a directive that implies there is a hierarchy in place, and the one giving the command is the one in authority who expects compliance. This was Beelzebub reminding Shax where her place was.

Later, Aziraphale takes command of the bookshop...well, somebody has to. Or, if you don't agree its here, perhaps it will be in S3. He's definitely not at the top of either hierarchy here but this is his domain.

I think I will wrap up this meta with one last example - the two parallels reaching out for their significant others.

There are probably a few more examples that could be discussed, if enough come up in discussion I'll do another post. Otherwise, I hope you enjoyed this look from a different angel - er, angle.

"Enemies, as well as lovers, come to resemble each other over a period of time." - Sydney J. Harris

*There have a been comments lately on other posts linking Nanny Ashtoresh's name with the ancient goddess Astarte, a goddess of both Love and War, amongst other things.

This meta is part of a series on Gabriel

Gabriel as a Shoulder Angel: S1 Study

S2 Study Part 1: Ep.1 The Arrival and Ep. 2 The Clue

S2 Study Part 2: Ep.3 I Know Where I'm Going and Ep. 5 The Ball

S2 Study Part 3: Ep.6 Every Day

First-Order Archangels Part 1: Maybe You'll See An Archangel

First-Order Archangels Part 3: Seeing Eye to Eye

[aimportantdragoncollector]

For the ask game, a writer AU, where the first three holders are all fanfic writers with a Tumblr.

Yoichi writes happy fluffy stuff, always responds to comments, and posts/reposts a lot of memes and wholesome stuff.

Second writes the most angsty ugly-sobbing, you'll lie awake and cry for days as your heart breaks, bad-ending angst and nothing else. No author's notes, no comments, no posts, except for the newest chapter of his fics.

Third writes fix-it fics and only responds to comments if they have a question. He posts/reposts analysis's and criticizations of the manga they all write for.

Captain Hero.

One day, a mutual friend asks if they could work together to write a fic for his birthday...

Aside: Anon clarified that they meant Yoichi reblogs not reposts. Yoichi is a heroic type who would never steal content.

HAHAHA this is amazing and I love it. You picked the perfect wheelhouses for all of them.

FYI, this is a no quirks AU so Yoichi's biggest problems with his brother are how he keeps using the last toilet paper without replacing it and how he insists on being called by his made-up chuunibyou name.

Yoichi is a huge fan of Third but hates Second's writing for killing off Captain Hero twice. Second is a huge fan of Yoichi's writing but too shy to ever comment, and he disagrees with a lot of Third's criticisms of Captain Hero. Third adores Second's writing and has written multiple fix-its inspired by his angsty content, but finds Yoichi too sappy. Basically there is a complete circle of love-hate going on here. Each of the three of them agree for a chance to work with their favorite author while planning to tolerate the other one.

The friend they're writing a gift for is actually All for One. None of them know this, including Yoichi, because All for One has two fanfiction accounts--one he just uses to torment his brother and his real account. However All for One does know his brother's account. All for One is famous for writing brilliant toxic relationships though he's confused by the comments on what he thinks are his fluffy fics. Also All for One lied about his birthday to get a fic out of his favorite authors and his brother. Thus Yoichi wouldn't guess by the date.

While working on the fic, the three of them get to talking about all kinds of other cartoons and become friends. Yoichi suggests meeting up in person to talk about their fic but actually because he wants to meet them. They hit it off right away and they're dating by the time they finish writing.

All for One loves their gift. No one tell him that he accidentally set his brother up with his super-annoying boyfriends, or he might decide to become a supervillain over it.

(Reminder that all of these are free to use in my Three Weeks of Trioholders event.)

[gege-wondering-around]

guys, i was thinking and i think someone needs to hear this.

talk to the people you wanna talk to.

if you're curious about them or wanna know them better or start to know them from nothing -> hit them up in their dm. i promise you it's worth giving it a try or you'll never know if they are who you're searching for.

and maybe it could unveil something you thought was lost within you...

and lemme give ya an example:

for those who don't know me from the start, my first posts were theories/analysis/interpretation etc. and i haven't done one of those in a very long time cause nothing came to my mind, i just stick to reblogs.

then someone came knocking at my door and i started to get to know @dontcallpanic a bit more, ask after ask. then, yesterday (i think it was yesterday) i got a dm from this sweet soul and we were chatting a bit and it came out something that really woke up that part in me again, of doing those kind of posts. (i'll post it when it's ready)

so, this is a silly, simply example of how a stranger (whom i plan to get to know better🩵) can wake you up from hibernation without even knowing it. of how a pretty soul can light back up that spark you thought was gone.

you can be the lighter and the spark. you can be the new comer or the old veteran, and both are good. both need each other cause it's just happier that way. you pour your passion which lighten up their spark, and your passions and feeling gets read by someone who understands them and you'll be happy.

and this is how the people you are curious about might be the best that could happen to you today, so go and talk to them, even if you're awkward or dont know how to start, just hit them up with...

idk, maybe why you follow them? maybe your intention to know them better if they'd be down to it too? maybe sending them one of their own post and sharing your opinion with them as a private convo?

there are many ways you can do this and i believe you can do this.

if you are curious, talk to people.

you'll find the right one for ya, but you gotta swim in the wild, vast ocean to find your species, cause there isn't any community or friendship without the hardship of building them.

I want you to meet your people, i want you to find someone who gets your feeling for your passions and hobbies and i want you to swim in the ocean to find them. you'll hit some rocks, maybe hook yourself to false baits but it'll be worth it when you'll find your buddies, i promise you.

it'd be my wildest dream to do those posts once again and get the community to hit them up with their opinions and ideas and everything in between (cause im genuinenly a curious person), it'd be my wild wild dream to be part of something and you can be part of it too.

you can find your people, you can find your freaks and beans. they are out there, you just gotta take a chance with people and i know it might be scary cause the internet is scary, the amount of cruelty and hate people have nowadays is bewildering, the way fandoms, communities etc got so weak (as someone rightfully said but i don't remember who) it's sad to see cause the new comers just see... that.

the dying light of a fandom, the hateful reblogs someone does under other's posts, the seemengly lost spark when you search your fav ship, or your new obsession, or your fav artist of the moment, or your fav actor or anything else and all you see are old posts (that makes you feel you're too late to join in) and hateful discussion that were meant to be nothing more than a chitchat within a part of the fandom (and you feel like you're wrong supporting your passion for that one thing)

but lemme tell you something.

lemme let you in on somethng, come here. come closer...

it's not dead. what you're searching for it's not dead, it just got weak and you can be one of the many little sparks that can bring back the joy of chatting and reblogging posts, of leaving playful and happy comments under other's posts about their passions.

you aren't late, you aren't in the wrong for liking it, you aren't walking in a cementary. it's more like everyone is in hibernation and you kinda have to shake'em up a bit with care, showing them your passion about that little ship, that character analysis, that little poem you wrote about your ex or about your boss being the worst. you woke'em up a bit and you keep being kind and respectfull and polite and you'll see how the fandom isn't dead, it just needed to hear the starting bell.

"hey guys, weird but true, here's my thoughts" and you pour everything down and i bet, i BET someone is gonna love it, you'll wake'em up and they'll be like 'finally someone with that pretty spark and those deep dives into ---' and i promise you, i swear on my name, you'll get yourself a small audience and you'll feel happy about sharing your thoughts while other will he eager to read them. then maybe they'll reblog it and comment on it, and you'll build a small connection with them, then maybe, one day a few months later, you'll wake up to a dm. or you'll the one sending it.

'hey, i think you're pretty cool and i like what you write, wanna chat a bit?'

and you'll find your people.

you will find them.

be kind, polite, respectfull in sharing your thoughts and you'll slowly build something with your strangers, then mutuals, then dm buddies, and maybe you'll end up with a friend sending you pic of their home made bread cause they care for you to the point they make bread for ya even if you cant eat it, but they know you'll love it and they'll eat for you.

nothing is dead, kiddo. you gotta dig up the fish from the bottom of the ocean but i promise you, they just need a little light to follow to come back and show you how to build a comfy aquarium with'em.

you'll find your people kiddo, you just gotta be curious about them.

and if you are one of those who just like to read and are eager to know more, you'll still be part of it. people will notice you, i promise you i notice those few beans of mine that likes many of my reblogs and i treasure them dearly. you'll be welcome too buddy, everyone is.

search for you freaks and beans, kiddo, you'll find them in the wild, vast and scary ocean. you'll wake up that feeling of belonging into a community and your spark will be treasured while you'll wake back up theirs. (which was never gone to begin with, they just needed to feel at home between a bunch of strangers calling each other darling and sweetheart while talking about two gay dudes)

find them kiddo, find them...

i believe you can.

[cheshire-castle-library]

I've been playing around on Bluesky for a couple weeks now and I have opinions; but other than "ooh shiny" drawing me to use it, I don't really think I'm going to stay posting there forever. It's like Twitter, which means its like Twitter, and I don't really want to have a habit of "instant media consumption", which is why I deleted TikTok and why I avoid Instagram. I don't want to be that addicted to the instant dopamine hit of each new post.

At least here, I have to look, ingest something, make a decision, and then either leave it alone or record it for later. Like, at the end of the day, I'll without fail find content on Tumblr that turns out to be a resource that I can apply to future goals and projects; which I can do along side getting to be mass-social in a semi-safe way, and getting to be creative in a semi-safe way.

What I noticed about being on Bluesky was that I felt like everything I was doing was "begging for attention". Which, is kind of what all social media is about; but the reason I post on Tumblr is very different than posting on Twitter/Bluesky. Here, I share a story because I expect that someone, somewhere will see it eventually. Sometimes that happens, and I post something that helps or at least interests someone that day. Sometimes that happens, and I post something that goes unseen for weeks or months, but at some point someone sees it and vibes and maybe it matters a little. And sometimes it doesn't go anywhere at all; but it still has the potential to be seen and to help someone. There's at least a chance that anything I post might matter to someone down the line; so I post and I try to be authentic about it so that my experiences can help other people with their experiences. On Tumblr, posts aren't instantly disposable - they don't cease to matter after they cross your eyes, because there's still a chance you'll see it on my blog, or deep enough in the tag, or reblogged from someone else.

But on a "media flood" sight like Bluesky and Twitter, I know everything I post dies within a few hours, if it didn't die as soon as I hit send. Sure, some TikToks get passed around, but how many do, out of the billions out there? Each Twitter and Bluesky update is like a text message into the aether, once its conveyed its very time-sensitive meaning, it no longer has value. And unfortunately that leads more complex communications, like art that is posted out there, to be treated as a consumable too. That format of social media means, I have to try and get attention, or I simply do not exist.

And that's not comfortable. I don't like having to think about my life from the perspective of "what little tidbit in each moment of my day could I make public online to make someone like me". It's not the way I was raised, and if you are essentially vying for "survival" (read as "existance" or "humanity", in this case) you never relax or find a status quo. The recreational media fails to to be recreation.

I know I make studyblr posts that are effectively "this is what I did today", but those are different in my eyes. That's a matter of "this is what I find important in life, here's what I'm proud of" and include some "pretty" picture to go along with it; and I don't really.... need the validation of having it reblogged or interacted with, to feel like I am intrinsically a human in a human space. It does feel nice to have people like something I posted, but I don't live like I need it seen in order to feel valid in having a blog. But almost instantly on Bluesky, I found myself sharing inane little things I wouldn't bother sharing here, and making comments I wouldn't assume anyone wanted on their posts here, and generally doing things that were more meant to show that I was there and alive and human, than they were meant to actually interact and make some positive effect or creation within that community. Which is not my reason for using a social media.

So once all the people on my list who want to see Bluesky for themselves have their invite code, I'll probably stop using it; the same way I don't use Twitter often, and the same way I don't use Instagram often. Of all the hellsites, Tumblr is mine. And my internet presence will probably die when it does.

[willel]

Why is twitter so toxic? I think you wrote something about it some time ago, that on tumblr, for instance, there’s no immediate incentive to write a hit post and then to come up with the most outrageous claims that create "engagement"? Or because it’s not really about direct conversation made of short messages when everyone wants to "win" the argument, but favors calm analysis instead. Anyway, I just can’t go there anymore right now, too much hate and stupidity, I’m glad there’s still blogs like you and a few others to enjoy some ST escapism.

Twitter's short form context was pretty great when it came out years ago. "Tweets" were generally someone putting random thoughts out in the aether or a quick notification or an alert to check out news on this site or that site. I feel like it wasn't meant for what it is today, for people to be interacting with each other in a meaningful way. Like, what are you gonna talk about in 100 characters or less? That's why you'll sometimes see old tweets of celebrities floating around of the most random nonsensical statements with no context. That's what twitter was as its core.

Now combine that with people starting to use twitter for more than just random thoughts that popped into peoples head. It started to be used for political activism (which isn't necessarily a bad thing) and fandom activities.

We all know how bad politics fandom can get on long form sites like tumblr and reddit. Imagine how much worse it is when you cut away all context and nuance to fit in a tweet.

Imo, it set twitter on a downward spiral. Doesn't matter how much they increase the character limit, the culture now is tweet fast. React fast. Argue fast. If you lose, resort to other means. Anything to win. Anything to get your tweets more attention that the other person.

It's like a game. I'm sure that plays into the desire to be "famous" that a lot of social media enjoyers crave.

I'm not saying tumblr is much better, but I feel the culture here is more like "take your time" or "time doesn't matter, old stuff is good". Tumblr does have an issue with people not reblogging content, causing good posts and content to go unnoticed given there is no real algorithm here, which is sad. But for the most part, ain't nobody here trying to get famous. Everything is talking and creating stuff for the sake of it.

Most of the time even the people arguing here are arguing about stuff that happens off site or they stay in their corners and tag correctly. (if you don't tag correctly and start fights on purpose, I immediately assume you must be from twitter)

People who have been here on my blog for a while are probably thinking "Tch, what do you know about fandom conflict?" and let me tell you, in my youth I participated in a ship war. It was just one,but still. I didn't resort to name calling or doxing people though, that's for sure. I wrote essays and essays in response to people, defended my ship, made stuff for my ship (which I still do), the whole shebang. It was all here on tumblr and deviantart. I do have a twitter for that fandom but I don't use it for any drama. I can say the drama on twitter is MUCH WORSE than anything I experienced on tumblr.

That is the ST fandom on twitter in a nutshell. No one can mind their own business. They're constantly spying on each other, posting using common search terms of the people they don't like and then acting surprised when the people they don't like respond to them. It's all like a game. Every blue moon when I go there to see if there's WillEl things, inevitably I will see shippers using it to fight against each other or crap on Will or El.

Once a week it's the same suspects saying the same things over and over again. Finding something pointless to be mad about. Sending angry anon messages. Never actually sitting down to enjoy the ships/relationships they claim to be a fandom of. Cannot mind their business and always have something negative to say. Denying what is literally in the show because they personally don't like it. Literally the worst kind of people to have in your fandom. (I associate that kind of behavior with like.... Riverdale drama or something. Sorry if you're a Riverdale fan. Lol)

In conclusion, yeah. I think twitter is that way because the short form context has breed a culture of "win or lose". Mixed with a little bit of celebrity idolization and a desperate desire for people to interact with you even if it's negative.

[pianostarinwonderland]

Super random question,but would you find a a fic of the 2nd years with a reader who's three years younger than them strange? I recently got into TWST and I've been wanting to do a fic depicting a reader who's more relatable to me since I can't find any. But, I'm scared I might get hate for it,even though I'm just writing something for me personally 💀💀 And it's not even suggestive or anything. Just some kissing and hugging. Idk I'm just worried, and wanted to get advice from a veteran fan? Ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable.

Hello! Thank you for opening up to me about this.

So first of all, are you posting this on Tumblr or AO3? Or both?

See, the thing with most fics is that it's a make or break. I've seen (and have written) Twst fics that just don't end up appealing to a large audience. Popularity in Tumblr relies on people seeing what you post and liking and reblogging it to the point that it hits the top posts of a certain tag. And if you post more and more bangers, then you'll end up with an established following. I don't know as much about AO3 since I don't use that site much, but I think AO3 relies even more on people seeing your fic and really liking it.

Generally, x reader fics gain the most traction in Twst fandom. That's one thing to note. And what I do notice is that the x readers that gain the most traction are the ones that cater to either popular hc, cheesy romance scenarios, or both. Grammar, syntax, and storytelling also matters a lot. But I find that it's the popular hc and romance scenarios that matter more.

Essentially what I'm saying is that you have a good chance at remaining unknown enough that you'll lessen the chances of bitches coming to your comments and saying shit to you. But you also have a chance to become known. I don't know how you write your stories, but depending on how you write, you might be a hit or you might just be there.

On my personal thoughts, fuck the haters. The fic is for you and your own enjoyment, and people shouldn't trample on that. One of my main criticisms about the whole "you shouldn't ship a 14 yr old and a 17 yr old!!!" argument is that there is the assumption that stories are only there to promote or glorify anything. But that's not the case. Stories have different functions. Some may be used to promote a certain idea or social problem. Others are simply just stories about a person's life within a certain time frame and how they're living it. Different stories satisfy different people's needs and wants. And that's okay.

You're writing a story meant for you. If people are reading it and leaving hateful comments, let it be known that the story was never meant for them in the first place.

Hope this helps~!

[simplepotatofarmer]

hello!

welcome to my pinned post! (not clickbait)

i'm loyal, i'm an adult and i go by they/them.

i'm also an Actual Anarchist and a writer! i love bees, chickens and homesteading. i have two kids so i talk about them sometimes! i'm around phil's age so, y'know... i'm a huge fan of techno, both cc and c!techno as well as philza. i'm very sympathetic to c!dream. i'm open to fans of everyone, even if we disagree, but i don't like negative posts about any content creator and that is a major factor in who i decide to follow. basically, i try to be as nice as possible but i do believe in 'kindness over niceness'.

check out all the amazing entries in my dtiys! 🐤

on this blog you'll find:

🐝 technoblade content! also doomsday trio and rivals duo content and a lot of phil content plus the syndicate 🐝 occasional anarchism posts 🐝 lots of art! if you're an artist, especially for techno, phil or dream, literally feel free to send me your art to reblog! i try very hard to reblog as much as i can! 🐝 my meta/writing posts! mostly about techno but i also touch on overall themes and c!dream as well 🐝 talk about my dsmp!sona 🐝 posts about my own minecraft game! 🐝 personal posts where i ramble 🐝 talking about my 'dream heals with the syndicate' au

as far as characters/content creators other than techno, i'm really fond of dream, niki, ponk, punz, badboyhalo, antfrost, phil, tommy, tina, foolish! i also really like mr. goodtimeswithscar!

i don't dislike any character though i'm occasionally critical of c!sam and c!quackity's actions though i always hope for the best for them. i am critical of the fandom sometimes and i'm avidly against the prison/pandora's vault. it's a cool build but i'm a prison abolitionist, yes even block game ones. my real life anarchist ideals do impact my dsmp opinions but i make a point to acknowledge that the world of minecraft functions differently.

🌻 i don't like drama! please don't involve me in it, thank you <3 🌻 like/reblog spamming is perfectly okay! i actually love seeing it. 🌻 if you need anything tagged, please let me know! 🌻 my ask is always open for questions, whether about my opinions or about anarchism or anything else though please understand it might take me awhile to answer. 🌻 it's okay to reblog my posts to add on but try to be respectful/don't derail or be negative on post meant to be positive about a character. 🌻 if we're mutuals, i truly appreciate it if you tag posts with images of classic circus clowns. it's not a big deal but it does help me out! 🌻 feel free to message me just to chat!

a collection of loyal's greatest hits aka my favorite posts:

💛 technoblade & dehumanization 💛 kindness vs. niceness in the dsmp 💛 technoblade & kindness vs. niceness 💛 violence is the only universal language 💛 yes, the syndicate are friends you just don't watch them 💛 why justice on the dream smp fails 💛 dsmp & the ones who walk away from omelas 💛 dream's healing from the pov of a child abuse victim 💛 doomsday trio headcanons 💛 technoblade & minimization 💛 cc!techno positivity 💛 c!dream and the laydown sacrifice 💛 phil, techno & friendship 💛 yes techno has questioned himself here's the clips 💛 a breakdown of the doomsday speeches 💛 on prison and minecraft 💛 why dream being redeemed makes sense 💛 favorite techno headcanons

[stellartales]

thoma ▪︎ rubeum scutum

pairing: thoma x f!traveller/Lumine

summary: finding her on the ground of Chinju Forest in the midst of a dark, dreary thunderstorm — he didn't quite expect they would meet again in this way not long after the Vision Hunt Decree blew over. Never did he realize how much more she meant to him until he saw her cold, motionless body that very night — | m.list

theme/genre(s): inspired by thoma's hangout event, friends to lovers, slow-but-not-that-slow burn romance, injured traveller/reader/Lumine (whichever you prefer), Thoma takes care of you/her/Lumine, a series made up of drabbles.

a/n: mentioned on my previous post(s), this is inspired by the hangout event with Thoma, crafted with more narrative and a fabricated plot as its base. this is not exactly a series but a compilation of drabbles? you'd see what i mean as more comes after this one.

i find his constellation name pretty fitting for what I'm about to write; it's the perfect representation of his whole character, a protector (I mean, duh that's why mihoyo gave him that name. And omg, I play in CN but I'm very aware that his Japanese VA also voices Ichigo from Bleach and his name meant "to protect".)

forgive me, this one may be a little long (1k+?) and may contain some errors but i hope you'll enjoy this anyway!

Please reblog :3

01 ▪︎ a moment in bloom

The mellow sweetness of Sakura Bloom in the breeze blowing over the Kamisato Estate swept across the room, tickling her nose and rousing her to stir under the duvet of the futon.

Her brows furrowed on her warm forehead as her hands fell away from her torso in her movement to lie on her side, dropping to the cool tatami floor with a dull thud.

Another sweep of rushing breeze blew over her through the gaping doors.

Her eyes opened, but snapped shut immediately with a sharp intake of breath. A weak groan accompanied her as she opened them once more, squinting against the bright scenery outside.

Her fingers dug into the tatami floor in her effort to push herself off the futon as she tried to understand everything.

From the futon she sat on to the simple, yet elegant room, the courtyard unhindered by the sliding doors stroked a vague spark of recognition in her as she stared out, relishing in the fresh, ocean breeze gushing into the room every now and then as her eyes roamed.

Among the trimmed grass and intricately manicured Bonsai trees, the beds of artistic sand were so clean and white sunlight seemed to be reflecting off them. And behind all these, a vast scene of the bright blue sky and puffy, white clouds beamed back at her in the warmth of the sun.

She'd been here before, her eyes widened as her realization fed her answers. Ayaka...and Thoma.

A frown pinched between her brows; confusion was written all over her face.

...But how?

The last she remembered was her struggle trying to travel under a thunderstorm. In Monstadt or Liyue, people would look at her as if she had grown two heads when she was out and about in such weather. In Inazuma where thunderstorms could last from a day to two, it wasn't unheard of to hit the road even in such weather conditions.

...Though, she wasn't exactly in her best condition when she decided to venture in the rain, a sheepish thought reminded her.

The brush of another breeze against her cheeks drew her eyes to the garden outside where a rain of Sakura Bloom flower petals danced, glorifying the vibrant greenery it adorned even more.

The same scene that struck her amazed with its beauty the first day she stepped into the Kamisato Estate.

Fingers sank into the soft duvet and peeled it off her as she lifted herself up from the futon with effort, staggering to stand with wobbly knees. The floor felt cold to her feet which had been kept warm too long under the cover as she stepped or rather stumbled her way to the vendetta.

Her footsteps were heavy and shaky, breathing was audibly fast and her hair was plastered to her forehead by a thin coat of sweat.

How long had she been sleeping? a question crossed her mind as she stopped at the door to catch her breath, fingers clutching tightly on the wood to support herself. Clearly, her legs had yet to wake up; slumbering muscles protesting against every movement she made.

Determined to leave the room, a stubborn frown ridged beneath her fringe as she heaved herself away from the door, her legs plopping forward. Eyes focused down on her feet, the sound of footsteps from round the corner pulled her gaze up but was too late.

Colliding headfirst, a sharp gasp huffed from her lungs as she tumbled. The momentum in the unsteady gait she was moving in sent her knocking down whoever was in front along with her—

Brows furrowed and eyes closed to the pain bloomed across her forehead, she sat up, cradling her head with a hand in her attempt to soothe the dull ache.

A deep, masculine groan from beneath made her look down, letting go of her head. ...Only to find Thoma returning her gaze with a grimacing smile and a hand grasping onto his chin.

Surprise flitted across her face. "Thoma!"

"Is your skull...perhaps made of stone?" His body underneath her palms rumbled as he chuckled, eyes dancing in amusement. "I'm kind of worried. You think I should get a doctor to check my chin for fractures?" His smile turned mischievous as the man shifted to prop his elbows under him, chin resting atop his chest.

She narrowed her eyes pointedly at the smile he cracked at her.

"Haha, very funny." Her tone deepened with sarcasm, eyes rolling. "Your chin is pretty hard too, y'know? Maybe the doctor should check me for a concussion while you're at it."

"Sure," His laughing eyes flickered down, "I...oh—" and immediately averted with a flustered gaze, falling into silence.

She eyed him, puzzled by his sudden display of bashfulness. Gone was the amusement in his eyes. Gone was the teasing smile. Only a curious reddening of his cheeks and the nervous bob moving in his throat.

Confusion followed her as she dropped her gaze onto herself and right away, a gasp fled her—

Scandalous came screaming in her head as soon as she laid her eyes on the swells of her breasts peeking out of the white yukata she didn't even realize she was wearing; its obi had somehow loosen when she collided into Thoma.

And to make things worse, the split between the sleepwear revealing her thighs as she found herself sitting, no, straddling the man created a vulgar picture altogether.

As if she was burnt, she scrambled off him with a panicked squeal, tugging the yukata tightly around her figure as her knees scraped against the polished wooden floor in her haste to scoot away.

"—ohmygod, I'm sorry. ohmygod, I'm sorry. ohmygod, I'm sorry..." her mouth fumbled with flustered apologies as her eyes stared bewildered at the floor below, cheeks burning as her hands looped the obi around her waist shakily.

Sensing more than seeing his movement as he climbed back onto his feet, she heard him shifting beside or behind her; she wasn't sure and she was too embarrassed to care!

Her lips parted with a silent heavy sigh as she leaned her weight back onto her ankles, sinking further onto the floor and hands dropping away from the newly tied knob at her waist. ...if only the floor could swallow her up right now.

The touch of a hand on her forehead tugged her eyes up and she was met by a frowning Thoma kneeling before her. She blinked at the look of focus on his face.

As though she did not just accidentally flashed herself at him, the serious glint reflecting in his green eyes silenced the flustered voice in her head — she felt herself calm down almost immediately.

"You're still feverish..." She heard him murmur under his breath.

Catching onto his words sparked an onslaught of questions which previously occupied her thoughts. "—how did I end up here?" a confused frown marred her forehead. "Wasn't I in the forest?...the Chinju Forest?"

Thoma drew his hand away, eyes flitting down while her bemused ones raised to look at him, not aware of the way his jaw clenched and his lips held in a stern line...only until she met his face, did she find herself being glared at.

Her next breath was caught in her throat as she jolted with a startle to see the usually smiling Thoma looking...upset with her?

"Exactly," Thoma reprimanded, his voice dipping low. "I'd like to know why I found you lying unconscious in that forest, with a burning forehead in that thunderstorm." There was a momentary pause as concern grew evident in his green eyes. "also, that wound on your back..."

Her eyes sprang wide in her surprise; she knew exactly which wound he was talking about.

It was the very one she received from the Raiden Shogun in her attempt to save Thoma from the Vision Hunt Decree.

Whenever it ached in her movements, it was a reminder of how she had simply brushed it off as a mere scratch when he asked and gave it a quick, prompt treatment of her own before heading back into the wilderness once again for urgent errands.

—perhaps that was not the wisest thing to do then.

Sheepishness made its way on her face as her eyes snapped over shoulder for a quick glance.

"Oh, that." she shook her head at him, smiling the most reassuring smile she could. "Not to worry, it hurts now and then but it's just a small cut and mostly healed—"

"A small cut? Mostly healed?" There was exasperation on his face as he interjected. "It's infected." The tight knot of frustration and worry in his chest intensified, showing on his face and in the stiff way he kneeled before her.

...remembering the gripping fear the very moment he found her cold and unresponsive on the forest ground. the panic that brought him down to his knees beside her fallen figure. the desperation rendering him unable to think clearly for the few shortlived but tormenting minutes, thinking that the worst had happened to her.

— emotions he never realized he was capable of harboring for someone he only met weeks ago.

Falling into silence, a twinge of guilt turned her stomach at the sight of the agonized look on Thoma's face, her eyes flitting down in time to catch his hands curl into trembling fists on his thighs.

Somewhat stunned to see this side of the usually relaxed, happy man, her guilt grew stronger.

"I'm sorry, Thoma..." Remorse followed her gaze as she raised her eyes to meet his quiet, brooding ones.

Thoma raised a hand to rake through his messy hair. "No, no...don't apologize." His face fell with a heavy sigh, eyes closing for a second. "It's my fault you have that wound on your back in the first place."

The tension on his face had relaxed when his eyes opened again to meet hers."You're going around taking care of everyone and everything, but what about yourself?"

As if they were reminded to make known of their presence upon hearing Thoma's point, the weight of her bone-deep fatigue suddenly felt almost tangible in her every limb.

—Thoma watched an inevitable, weary sigh escape her silently, immediately feeling a twinge in his chest; an tugging ache that made him want to do something... anything to lift off what seemed like the weight of the world on her shoulders, even if it meant just a little.

The Kamisato siblings were about to leave the estate for some governmental affairs in the main city yesterday when he brought her in. Worried about her friend, Ayaka was reluctant to leave but duties called.

She left no instructions in her haste to leave for the city, but it was clear what he needed to do as the one who helped run things for the Kamisato Clan — to assign her to the care of Furuta the Housekeeper. In fact, handing her over to the older woman was the most logical thing to do, given how much things he still had to oversee.

But...

Thoma cracked a wry smile at her, "From abolishing the Vision Hunt Decree to the little errands you do everyday, it's no wonder you're in this state now." A decisive glint entered his eyes."But not to worry, you're in good hands; I'll take very good care of you."

—a sound caught between a growl and a grumble drew his eyes to her stomach, just as he finished his sentence.

Quirking an amused smile at her, he added, chuckling.

"And, that."

—published on 23.10.2021

| NEXT (coming soon)

[bourbon-ontherocks]

Thank you for answering the ask !

I checked out the master list it has many great gems as a matter of fact As well as sdktrs12’s own fanfic Crush is great

Do you have your recommendations too or a master list too ?

About the show….what is the smurf thing😂and why did Nick hit Rio with a stool ?

(x)

You're welcome anon!! 💕💕

Well I'm obviously too lazy to have my own masterlist lol, but I do have a few fic rec posts here and there:

Fave writers

Secret relationship

Dean being a dick

Heartbreaks

Dean's death (anon was unhinged)

New/Forgotten (don't ask me what anon meant by this 😂)

@inyoursheets masterpost (it's kinda old though but check the reblogs, there might have been updates)

And you'll find many more if you browse the #fic rec tag on my blog! Also feel free to check my bookmarks on AO3, they’re public for a reason...

Now if I have ONE rec to make when it comes to gg and brio fics, it's this one:

A Rational Choice by fireinsideforfun

This fic is everything and more, it's like the Brio Bible lol, it's literally the reason I started writing, and I think it should be an entry requirement level for anyone joining the fandom 😂😂 Obviously you'll need to like angst, but you said you read my fics, so... 👀👀

Now for your questions on the show:

The smurf thing, oh boy 😱😱 Well this can cover two different events, aka the show mentioning smurfing once as a term describing an elaborate money-laundering technique (it's a real thing, you can google it), and the fandom going wild with edits, ludicrous puns, and in my case extremely poorly tasted pictures, about it. But also you cannot tell me Rio's hat in season 4 didn't make him look like a smurf!

Nick hitting Rio with the stool, you think I remember why he did that?? 😂😂😂 From the top of my head something something reminding him who's the boss/punishing him for doing his own thing I believe... But like I said, season 4 is very blurry in my mind, I'll leave that to somebody more competent, perhaps as the founders and co-presidents of the Nick Can Choke club @riosnecktattoo and @riosnosestud have a better, more detailed answer?

Thanks for stopping by! 😘😘

[littleoddwriter]

Hello! Torrence anon is back again! I know your inbox is full but when you get a chance, would you be okay with doing a HC list about Danny with a GN!S/O who has the flu? I’m not feeling very well and could use some love from the shiniest doctor to pull me through. As always, your work is amazing! Also I double checked your pinned post and I know certain illness stuff is a no-go but hopefully this is okay? ^^; if not feel free to say so, it’s not big deal/pos/sincere

Dan Torrance x Sick!GenderNeutral!Reader | Headcanons

Hello there! <3 I'm feeling ambitious (and guilty) tonight, so I'm squeezing this right in there, now. I hope you feel much better soon and that these headcanons can provide you with some much needed comfort in those trying times! And yeah, things like general sickness (colds, the flu, stomach bugs, etc.) are completely fine, so no worries. Thanks for making sure and giving me an out, though! You're so kind and wonderful, Torrance Anon, thank you for everything. I'm thinking about you and crossing my fingers for you, so that hopefully you'll be back on your feet in no time! Anyway, I just hope you enjoy these, thank you for the request. <3

notes; Gender Neutral!Reader; Sickness; Flu; Being Taken Care of; Domestic Fluff.

Reblogs > Likes. Thank you!

He can tell that you're coming down with something even before you register it, thanks to his shine, and so he's already going through your medicine cabinet and other usual supplies you need when you're sick to make a list of what he'd have to stock up on, so that he's ready when it hits you full force.

When you start getting truly sick, he's making you tea, wrapping you up in blankets, cooking food (especially soup) for you, measuring your temperature regularly and he makes sure you're taking your medicine.

Depending on how bad it is, he might call in for work and take those couple of days off so he can focus on taking care of you.

Since he's the best boyfriend you could ask for, he also makes the appointment and accompanies you to the doctor's office if you need to go.

He lulls you to sleep with the help of his shine, because getting rest is the absolute best medicine after all, and usually he ends up spooning you from behind and falling asleep shortly after you did, too.

Dan isn't afraid of cuddling you while you're sick, even when you tell him not to get too close, lest you infect him, too; but he doesn't care, his immune system is surprisingly good and he rarely even gets a head cold.

When you start getting better and therefore don't need to sleep as much, you two huddle up on the couch and watch movies or TV shows together that you meant to catch up on anyway, but never found the time for.

Once you're not feeling super dizzy and weak in your knees, he helps you take a bath and washes you gently so you don't have to waste any energy on that, other than staying awake and getting in and out of the tub.

Always makes sure that you eat something, even if it's something light and not a lot (like a small bowl of soup or dry toast, depending if you have stomach issues or not); and so the better you get, the more he'll make you eat solid, more nutritious food.

Generally, he definitely uses his shine to his advantage when you're sick, because you have a habit of saying that you're already feeling much better when that's not true, and so that way he can keep an eye on you and make that judgement for himself with the truth that your thoughts betray you with. (It's beneficial to you as well, since you don't have to actually tell him what you need or what's wrong, which helps you not agitate your sore throat, for example, even more - so it's a win-win!)

Also, he showers you in soft little kisses at all times when you're sick - He sits down next to you after he's gotten up to do something? Kiss on your forehead. You have to use the bathroom? Kiss on your cheeks. You think you're super gross and he doesn't find you attractive anymore? Kisses all across your face, plus some sweet reassurances that he tells you via his shine.

[thefairyletters]

NaruSaku Fanfics

I wouldn't say much – I love NaruSaku and I hate to see great works shadowed behind the piles of popular NS stories that I never have liked as much except for a few, which also I'll drop below in the list.

I'll update this list whenever I come across a story that I particularly enjoy or finds worth spreading word across. So be sure to like and reblog this post so you can revisit it to add new story in your reading pile later.

Also, genres vary and are not mentioned, but does it make any difference as long as the story is good?

Warning: super long post featuring beautiful, beautiful stories that you wouldn't regret reading. I swear. I'm positive. Contains SNS and other side pairings.

Without further ado;

How I fell in love with my best friend: Krapo || ff.net || M || complete

How the little blond boy Sakura had always known had changed, changing as well her feelings. The unfolding of their life, while Naruto worked to become the best Hokage and she faced her own emotions. Growing Love.

(I have nothing but upmost reverence for this story. This author writes one of the nest NS and I have loved all. NS is beautiful and Sakura is badass. Everything we already know is here and more.)

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Dangerous infiltration mission: Krapo || ff.net || M || complete

Naruto and Sakura are send by the Hokage for a difficult infiltration mission. They will have to face more than just the danger itself as they will have to keep their cover to be fake husband and wife credible. how it will impact the relationship between the two ninja. Growing Love. Misunderstanding.

(If you loved the aforementioned story, you'll love this one too. Mutual pining.)

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All over again: Krapo || ff.net || M || post-war || complete

Sasuke come back, Team seven is reunited. But Sakura has lost Naruto. How will she make him fall in love with her again? What other difficulties lies ahead of them?

(Naruto loses memory. SasuSaku angst but not in romantic sense and I loved it all. Misunderstanding and more mutual pining. And I'm in love with this story too.)

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Hit the floor running: Sakurablossom009 || A03 || M (but unnecessary) || Modern Hitman/Robbers AU || complete

Life was going great, Sakura thought. She was penniless, stranded in Europe without a way home, her fiancee had just dumped her for another woman AND her new companion was quite possibly a thief. How could things get any worse? Wait...was that guy pointing a gun at her?

(Now, personally, I don't prefer modern AU, but this story really had interesting characterisation and more character depth. NaruSaku is pretty spot on. It also features SasuHina and bamf!Hinata)

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The greatest pretenders: snowyseas || ff.net || M || Borutoverse || ongoing

Fifteen years is a long time to not talk to someone you consider your best friend, and is made even more difficult when they (and you) are married. The things Sakura should have confronted Naruto about never came to fruition, but as an old saying goes, "the truth will always be revealed".

(Your typical I-made-a-wrong-choice-but-now-can-be-done story but unlike many other stories in this they don't admit their love for each chapter at the first chapter itself. In fact, it feels so canon and you can almost superimpose it upon the canon. Sakura is mentally strong and knows what's right. )

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He was the sun: SavageTrickster || ff.net || T || Canonverse || ongoing

He had come a long way - from a lonely orphan ostracized by everyone to a loved hero. He deserved all these. His Hokage dream to come true. All the ramen he could eat. - Her eyes fell on a certain Hyuuga seated close enough for accidental touches. Her heart sank a little at a harsh whisper of reminder - And a deserving girl...who could give him all her love.

(So far so good. It's ongoing, and is at chapter 3. Sakura leaves Konoha much like how Naruto did, to explore the world aka seeing my headcanon in writing.)

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Wilderness: Kanji no Sakka || M || canondivergent || ongoing

As the war screeches to a temporary halt, Naruto leaves the battlefield on a unique mission only he can complete. Sakura is ordered to go with him. In the days that follow their bond is changed forever.

(Although I hate any explicit stories that involve characters below age 17, I give this a pass because of the uniqueness of plot and characterisation. It has fine lemons that comes with a good plot.)

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How It Should Have Been: OfPaintAndOil || ff.net || T || canon divergent || oneshot

It wasn't supposed to be this way. Sasuke was supposed to be the dark one, the unredeemable one. Naruto was the bright one, the good one. It wasn't supposed to be like this, with blood on his hands and glowing red eyes and a grin. Naruto was supposed to make everything better, and maybe he did, in the end, but Sakura had never expected the end to look quite like this.

(Featuring Yandere!Naruto. It leaves you wanting for more and is a fascinating read. It's dark themed so proceed with caution as your favorite character might or might not be dead.)

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The Best Dates are the Cheap Ones: Shivakashi || ff.net || T || post!Timeskip || Oneshot

The whole point was to get the best date; that meant the richest and classiest guy, right? Sakura realizes what she has taken for granted and Ino learns a lesson in value.

(Sakura learns her lesson and snatches her boy. InoNaru is worth noting. Not the best characterisation of Sakura but bear with her jealousy for that is the reason why NS fluff exists. Story itself is very light and entertaining.)

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mangoes and strawberries: ohthelinsanity || ff.net || T || postwar || oneshot

Sakura Haruno was elbow deep in Naruto Uzumaki's guts when he asked her to marry him. It was so not the right time. But she still said yes.

(This story just screams NS upon every single line. Diabetes warning. Too cute for this world. One of the best NS fluff I've read thus far. It kinda sticks to you forever!)

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18 minutes, 23 seconds: ohthelinsanity || ff.net || T || postwar || oneshot

in which Naruto asks Sakura about that time she literally reached into his chest and grabbed his heart with her bare hand.

(Heartwarming. We all know how Sakura held Naruto's heart on her palms and how we love that moment. This is memory of that moment reminisced by our cutie pies.)

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One Big Uzumaki Family: John Smith || ff.net || T || postwar || Complete

A set of drabbles revolving around Naruto, Sakura, and their children. It turns out that, when the war ends, these two get busy. Real busy.

(IF YOU DON'T READ THIS MASTERPIECE HOW DARE YOU CALL YOURSELF NS FAN?!!! READ!!! This story should be on the top of your reading list.

UNDERRATED AF!

R e a d t h i s s t o r y and cry with me for this should have been canon. 100%)

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My Life Would Suck Without You: peanutbutter126 || ff.net || T || oneshot collection

Sometimes it's the smallest things that matter the most.

(Read this and then One big Uzumaki family. You'll feel super satisfied. I promise.)

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Colors and Carousels: Folle Sakura || ff.net || T || oneshot

She couldn't count the number of times she'd been mistaken for Naruto's girlfriend. Not that she minded. But Naruto acted like it was so… so… offensive.

(No words for this one. Just read and enjoy the confusion.)

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Let's Get Married: luvtoshi || ff.net || M || postwar || complete

It was supposed to be a simple solution to their immediate problems. But maybe they took more than they can chew?

(This is one of my few favorites that is also popular. Spot on characterization and beautiful relationship growth. This is one of the few stories that always stuck to me.)

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Chasing Smoke with Bare Hands: soulaire || ff.net || T || oneshot

"I could have loved her," Sasuke says flatly. "If she'd just given me the chance—" "Sakura gave you all the chances in the world," Kakashi cuts in, stern. "You underestimated her. And you underestimated her ability to walk away from you. At the core of it all, that's where things went wrong."

(This story is for those who loves both SS and NS but thinks Sakura deserves happier life than what she got in canon. Features NS and slight SS.)

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Touch: ohthelinsanity || ff.net || T || oneshot

Kakashi watches as his student grow to be more physically comfortable with one another. He finds it kinda ridiculous.

(Fluff. Feelings. Kakashi's fed up and might have diabetes from all the observation.)

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Moonlight shadows: luvtoshi || ff.net || T || oneshot

Sometimes, the moon brings out hidden feelings to the surface.

(Beautiful literature. NS feels. You can almost mistake it for canon with the way characters are written.)

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Seriously Serious: Damsel in Shining Armor || ff.net || T || modern AU || oneshot

He confessed to her when they first met. He confessed to her years after. He confessed to her almost everyday. Her response was almost always positive... So why the heck was he still single? "I love you." "Love you too. So is Sasuke-kun taken or not?"

(The only reason why I even picked this story is that it is a oneshot. I have very little interest in modern AU. But this one makes another exception. Pining. Love at first sight.)

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It was always you: luvtoshi || ff.net || M || postwar || complete

The war is long over. They have both grown. Now it's time to conclude their story. Naruto and Sakura.

(You know what, all stories from this author are just, Chef's kiss. )

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A Safe Pair of Hands: Kanji no Sakka || ff.net || T || oneshot

Sakura heeds a stern warning to make it clear how she feels about Naruto.

(Feels. You'll love this if you like first person pov. This story told from Sakura's pov.)

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Other Dreams: tricksie || ff.net || M || oneshot

"Naruto, you shouldn't endanger yourself—" "Stop it," he snapped. Dropping his arm to hook under her seat, Naruto pulled her firmly onto his hip, locking her to him. Sakura gasped, suddenly aware of just how very close they were.

(Sexual tension. Romance. Leaves you wanting. Also, high on feels and lust on equal measure.)

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Heaven Unexpected: Folle || ff.net || M || oneshot

Because nothing can happen; it's Naruto. He always comes back. He's practically indestructible.

(Heavy on feels. There are chances that it might rain. Actually there are high chances. But oh well, it's beautiful and one of my favourites so here it goes.)

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Shade of the Leaf: Ravyn || ff.net || T || canon divergent || complete

Sasuke is back. Naruto has joined ANBU. Sakura is spending more time in the hospital than in the field. Team 7 struggles to redefine itself, because sometimes you don't know what you really want after all.

(Featuring Mature but still in-character!Naruto, Badass!Sakura, (Bit)Supportive!Sasuke along with Team 7 friendship. Mutual pining. Ending but with a lot loose ends.)

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Breaking Up Isn't that Hard to Do: Narf-for-the-Garthoc || ff.net || T || oneshot

This is not an epic tale of action, suspense and true love. Yeah, I'm disappointed, too.

(This is pure comedy. With a dash of romance. And insanity.)

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Steamy Encounters: Narf-for-the-Garthoc || ff.net || T || oneshot

A flurry of coincidences and fateful machinations bring Naruto and Sakura together at the local baths. Can they rein in their animal passions? And do you really think that's the kind of story I write?

(Just r e a d. Please.)

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Garden of Sanctuary: Nes Mikel || ff.net || T || Canon divergent || oneshot

An alternate ending to Naruto. The Heavens describe the Garden a peaceful paradise. The Hells describe the Garden a baneful prison. In here... which is it?

(This is part of a series which you can follow from the author's profile. This is the second part, but can be read exclusively. As far as the AU goes, this story and settings is brilliant and heartbreaking. This is told from Naruto's pov. To look at things from Sakura's, read the first part. It is multi-chaptered.)

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Complications: Geno Calamari || ff.net || T || canon divergent || oneshot

While capturing the Kyuubi, Uchiha Itachi finds true adversaries in the form of Haruno Sakura and Uzumaki Naruto.

(Wanna see NaruSaku teamwork? This is it! You wouldn't find it anywhere better. Strong!Naruto, Strong!Sakura versus Itachi Uchiha)

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Life is a waving feather: jusrecht || AO3 || T || AU || oneshot

Everyone thought they were inevitable.

(There's beauty in subtlety and this is that. Also, mentions of character death.)

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Home: kirabook || AO3 || T || AU || complete

Shinachiku finds himself in a strange place with little to no explanation. Everyone he knows is there, but why are they acting so strangely? Why do they seem so different? And where is his home? 

(Cute and heartwrenching at the same time. Cameo Stalker. Read this for NS family feels pre-marriage.)

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Things we never say: thekatthatbarks || AO3 || T || oneshot

She wished she knew how to hold things lightly. There were some things she was terrified of breaking. Whether it be from an honest misstep or simply because she could.

(Reminds you why we love NS so much.)

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Open seasons: sazzafraz || AO3 || T || SNS || postwar || oneshot

The way Sasuke comes home is less myth and more devastatingly embarrassing happenstance.

(Featuring badass!Sakura, obedient!Naruto and normal!Sasuke, as well as Sakura's commentary on her life)

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Five things Sakura will never tell Naruto: sowell || AO3 || T || AU || oneshot

Kunoichi know how to keep their secrets.

(NS relationship analysis story.)

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Artistic purposes: StormyInk || AO3 || M || AU || Oneshot

Sai finds his favorite drawing subjects a bit lacking of late, and he sets a plan into motion to draw his team mates together. Simply for the sake of his art, of course.

(Aka Sai is fed up from seeing his teammates dancing around each other and decides to help them get laid–the story. You gotta admit Sai is the best wingman.)

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I collect my tears (so I can drown you in them): amako || AO3 || T || AU || complete

The hardest thing is letting go. Or Sakura sees Naruto falling in love with Shikamaru a little more every day, and she does the only thing she can think of. Then it's only a matter of learning how to stop loving Naruto.

(Sakura and Angst that has nothing to do with Sasuke. Featuring Sakura-sensei. And Shikamaru. It's a great story if you know when to let go of canon)

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Stranger than the wild: kiddattwell || AO3 || M || SNS || postwar || Ongoing

The war is over and Sasuke is home for good, but Sakura can't choose between the boys she loves. Sasuke still has his demons and Naruto still fights them and Sakura still follows them both, but this time down a path that none of them expected.

(This is canon. It is the best SNS story I've ever read. Story told in SNS POV in rotation. Slow burn, pining and relationship complication. YOU GOTTA READ THIS, I INSIST!!!! Also features SaiIno and InoShika.)

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Bringing Back Sasuke: Blue Jeans || ff.net || T || post war || oneshot

Naruto brings Sasuke back to Sakura. Many, many times over. Sasuke does not appreciate; not the blood and definitely not the angst.

(I've read this story multiple times and it gets funnier and makes your heart hurt and swell simultaneously each time. NaruSaku wouldn't be blissfully happy together without Sasuke thrown somewhere in the mix, that's exactly why I love SNS. This story perfectly represents the dynamic of team 7.)

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Yurei: Kanji no Sakka || ff.net || T || AU || oneshot

The past should stay dead and buried, but it won't if Naruto can't let go.

(Not exactly my favourite story, but I liked the concept. We all know how stubborn Naruto is once decides on something. If he wants to become Hokage, he will become Hokage. If he believes in Sasuke, he will believe in him forever. If he loves Sakura, he will marry her – uh, or should have, very OCC of him that he didn't.)

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Good Girl, Bad Boy

Characters: F!Reader, Jared, Jensen

Pairing: J2 x F!Reader

Summary: Jared can't follow Jensen's rules, so Jensen uses Y/N to punish him.

Word Count: 2.2k+

Warnings: polyamory, orgasm denial, cock cages, dom/sub relationships, daddy!kink, dom!jensen, switch!reader, switch!jared, M/M sex, anal play, anal sex, oral (m/f receiving), a miniscule dash of fluff. Y'all this smut from the onset!

A/N: So @hoboal87 and I absolutely LOVE to discuss and theorize fics on Bee's Discord server. We work so well together that @writethelifeyouwant challenged us to collaborate on a fic. @negans-lucille-tblr provided the prompt, "Jensen needs to punish Jared, and he's using Y/N to do it." This was written through a series of reblogs, with Alex and I only writing one part at a time with no discussions about what the other was going to do. The original post is here.

Special thanks to @hoboal87 for putting all of the reblogs together, creating such an awesome graphic, and for finishing the fic when I had to tap out to go to sleep. 😂 This was so fun and I'm excited for the next time we do it. (I also highly recommend checking out Alex's masterlist. She has got some amazing fics on there.🥰)

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“Since you can’t do as you’re told, we’ll have to use this instead,” Jensen grunts as he fastens the cage around Jared’s now softening cock.

Y/N leaned forward and pulled Jared’s wrists up to hook them into the handcuffs attached to the headboard. Jared whined as Jensen grinned and said, “No touching now, baby boy.”

Y/N moves onto Jared thigh, positioning her bare pussy on top of him as Jensen ties Jared's ankles, keeping him spread eagle. Slowly, Y/N starts to rock forward on Jared’s thigh, spreading her slick along his skin. Jared’s gaze zeroed in on his shiny flesh as he let out a low moan at the sight.

"Nuh-uh, babygirl," Jensen scolds you, letting his voice drop. You were already tense from a day full of teasing and you both know its not going to take much for the coil to snap. "If you're gonna get off, you'd better have my cock in you."

Y/N stopped moving immediately with a small whimper.

“Remember that we’re punishing Jared for coming without permission. You don’t want to be punished too, do you? Now you know what to do next.” Y/N nodded as she ran her hand down Jared’s caged cock, to his balls, to his still gaping hole.

Slowly, Y/N started to tease Jared hole. Jensen had instructed him to keep a plug in him while he was in quarantine, edge himself over and over again, but no cumming. Jared, the brat, of course couldn't help himself, sending you a video of him jerking off, spilling himself onto his tan and taut stomach. He'd begged you not to show Jensen, but you knew better than to hide this from him, lest you get your own punishment.

Part of you just wanted to help Jensen punish Jared though. It was one of the few times that Jensen gave you some control. You still had the rules to follow, of course, but it meant that you could play with Jared and watch him become desperate underneath your hands, your fingers. You smiled as you teased a finger into Jared’s hole to press against his prostate as he jerked beneath you. Jensen laughed, “Better hold on tight if you’re gonna play that game Y/N.”

Your mouth waters as you watch Jared's cock twitch in its cage, and he lets out another whimper as you hit his prostate again. Jensen moves behind you, his hand connecting with the bare flesh of your ass. It's not enough to leave a mark, only to remind you that you might be currently domming Jared, but Jensen was the alpha in the room. You let out a low moan when Jensen's fingers run through your slick, and you can practically see the smirk on his face.

"My two perfect little cock-sluts," Jensen works his thumb over your tightest hole. "Whaddya think I'll be the best way to show Jare that he should always follow Daddy's orders?"

You shivered as you pressed back against Jensen’s finger. You worked another finger into Jared and pressed against his prostate again without letting up. Jared’s back arch and he let out such a delicious whine that had goosebumps rising all over your bare skin. Jensen slowly pushed his own thumb through the tight ring of muscles at your hole and you let out your own gasp. You worked yourself back and forth on his thumb before turning your head and asking Jensen, “Can I pick something from the toy box to use on him, Daddy?”

"I dunno, babygirl," Jensen tsks, slipping two fingers into your dripping pussy, causing you to gasp out. You'd been under the same orders as Jared; two weeks without cumming, and the feel of his thick digits inside of you almost sends you over the edge. "Our baby boy wants to be fucked, and I don't think it'll be much of a punishment" -- Jensen slides a third finger into you -- "if we give 'im what he wants."

Jensen twists and pumps his fingers inside you, searching until he finds that spot inside you. You pull your fingers from Jared’s hole unable to continue playing with him as you moan out. You lean forward draping yourself over Jared’s sweat slick skin as Jensen thrusts his fingers in and out, faster and faster. “No coming yet, baby girl. ‘Member what I said? Can’t come till it’s my cock in you.” You whined and nodded before pressing your mouth against Jared’s chest. After Jensen hit that spot again, you bit down into Jared’s chest leaving teeth marks as Jared gasped out and his cock twitched in its cage.

Jared tugs against his restraints, "please, Jen," he begs, "lemme touch." You love seeing Jared like this, desperate and needy, giving all control up to you and Jensen. You want to have his hands on you as well, but you'll have to wait until Jensen's done doling out Jared's punishment. The most you can settle for at the moment, is a rough and sloppy kiss from Jared. You run your hands into his hair, giving it a tug as your tongue licks into his mouth.

“No, no baby boy. Y/N was a good girl, she waited like she was supposed to. You were bad. You don’t get to touch. You don’t get to decide.” Jensen taunted. He came around the side of the bed closest to Jared. Jared looked up at him as you ran your fingertips down his chest, sucking dark marks into the tan skin as you went. Jared whined at Jensen again. “Please Daddy? I can be good!” Jared pulled involuntarily at the restraints again as you tugged a nipple between your teeth. Jensen smirked down at you both before leaning down taking Jared’s mouth hungrily with his own. You watched the kiss, feeling the wetness pooling even more between your thighs. Jensen pulled away and Jared chased his lips, but Jensen stayed just out of reach. “Why don’t you prove it, baby boy?” Jensen said with another smirk.

Jared nodded eagerly, and Jensen let out a barely audible good boy. Jensen brought his lips to yours and smacked your ass again with a command of ‘up.’ You lift your ass into the air, straddling your body over Jared’s, letting your breasts just barely touch his chest. The sound of Jensen removing his belt is like music to your ears, and you can feel yourself getting wetter by the second. Jensen wastes no time, swiftly entering you and burying himself to the root. You’re glad he started to open you up with his fingers, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to enjoy this nearly as much. He holds himself there for a moment, before grabbing you by the nape of your neck, bringing your back flush to his chest. “Bet it won’ take ya long to cum, will it, slut?” he grunts as he starts thrusting into you.

You reach your hands down and grip onto Jared’s hips to hold on as Jensen thrusts grow harder and deeper. You can feel the coil tightening and tightening in your belly as Jensen’s hand slides around the front of your throat gripping just tight enough. His other hand slides down over your breasts and belly to start circling your clit harshly. You close your eyes and lean your head back on Jensen’s shoulder, panting. You feel Jensen bite at your neck before whispering into your ear, “Open your eyes baby girl. Look at what we’re doing to our boy.” You open your eyes and look down at Jared. His knuckles are white as his large hands are wrapped around the chain of the handcuffs and his hips are jerking up softly as his cock leaks precum onto his beautiful stomach. He’s making soft whines and whimpers that immediately make you remember the video he sent to you. The one that got him in trouble. Your gaze moves up from his cock and belly over all the little marks you left on his chest, and over his throat that is tensed as his Adam’s apple bobs up and down with each deep swallow. Finally, your hungry gaze meets his and you cum with a scream as you meet his lust black eyes.

“See?” Jensen grunts, moving one of his hands down your belly and over your clit. He starts rubbing you, working you through your orgasm and straight into another. You’ve barely come down before the coil snaps again and you sag against Jensen’s body.

“Those who follow the rules get rewarded.” If you weren’t on cloud nine, you’d feel bad for Jared, his cock straining against the cage. “Whaddya want now, babygirl?” Jensen groans as he slows his hips. You’re too orgasm drunk to form any coherent thoughts, all you want now is Jared’s mouth, and Jensen seems to notice when your eyes fall on them and you lick your lips. “You wan’ Jared to eat my cum out of you?” Jensen taunts, and you nod your head.

“Okay, baby, because you’ve been such a good girl, we’ll let Jared use his perfect mouth.” Jared hums in approval, and Jensen speeds up his thrusts, and after a few moments, he’s cumming hot and sticky inside you. He pulls out quickly, and you can feel him dripping down your thighs as you crawl back over Jared, placing your pussy above his mouth.

You grip the headboard next to the handcuffs and lower yourself down. Jared leans forward and licks up your inner thighs collecting the cum that escaped your pussy. He hums happily at the taste as he makes his way to your still dripping hole. The chain rattled as Jared pulled against them again. His long tongue dipped into your hole as you pushed down onto him more.

“Would you like me to remove the handcuffs?” Jensen asked from behind you. Jared pulled back a little as you moved your hips to follow his mouth and said “Yes, Daddy.” Jensen chuckled.

“Oh, baby boy, I wasn’t asking you. I was asking Y/N. Do you want Jared to be able to hold you still? While he eats every last drop of my cum?”

“Yes, please daddy. Please let him touch me.” You whined out.

“Ok, baby girl. For you.” Jensen reached forward and opened the cuffs, releasing Jared’s wrists. His hands immediately flew to your hips and yanked you further down onto his mouth. You let out a gasp as Jensen warned, “That’s the only place you can touch for now, baby boy. No where else.”

Jared agrees happily against your pussy, humming as his tongue moves frantically through your folds. His grip on your thighs tighten, and you’re sure that there will be imprints of his hands bruised on you tomorrow, not that you mind. You grind your pussy against his face harder, chasing one final orgasm, but you wanted to be able to see Jensen when you came-- another punishment for Jared. His name, not Jared’s, is the one you’re going to scream out. As you feel your third orgasm start to crest, you stop, and reach behind you for Jensen, you don’t feel him there, and you let out a needy whine. You turn your head and see Jensen on his belly, tonguing Jared’s hole, and slowly stroking his now-released cock. You reach out and tug on his short strands, not enough to elicit a punishment, but just to get his attention.

“What’s a-matter, baby?” Jensen pulls up, and Jared groans at the loss of Jensen.

“Need you, Daddy,” you moan. “Wanna see you when I cum.”

You turn yourself around so that you’re now facing Jensen, who starts working his cock into Jared. You lean forward, so that Jared’s cock is right under you, you look up at Jensen with wide eyes, asking silent permission to take his cock in your mouth.

“You don’t cum until I say so,” Jensen places his hand on Jared’s thigh, and you know he’s talking to both of you. “If you do, I’ll only be using those slutty mouths of yours for the next two weeks, and you won’t be able to cum that whole time, is that understood?”

You lift off of Jared slightly so that Jensen can hear a “Yes, Daddy,” from each of you.

You work Jared into your mouth, swirling your tongue around him, hollowing your cheeks and taking him as deep as you can. One of Jared’s hands disappears from your thigh as starts teasing your hole, working you into a frenzy. Jensen either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care, but you’re sure that he’ll make Jared pay for his disobedience later. When Jensen gives him permission, Jared cums with a groan, hot and salty down your throat, and you greedily swallow every drop.

Jensen then pulls out of Jared, stroking himself as his spills over Jared’s stomach. “If you’re good, next time I’ll cum in this tight little ass of yours,” he scolds. “Now, since Y/N is the only one who can be a good girl, you’ve got 30 seconds to make her cum, or you’ll be wearing that cock cage for another week.”

Jensen scoops up his cum with his fingers, and brings them to your mouth, where you eagerly suck them dry. It only takes another moment before you cum a final time on Jared’s face. You take a moment to catch your breath before crawling off of Jared, and lay down next to him, Jensen appearing at your other side, sandwiching you between the boys.

“Y’all miss me?” Jensen breaks the silence.

“You know it’s not the same when you’re not here,” Jared speaks over you. “Now that The Boys is done, you can have a role on Walker. Come home to us every night.”

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It felt like we would never get here but IPYTM is upon us in a matter of days, and I'm just so excited!

A bit of housekeeping for those who enjoy reading my analyses. First of all, thank you all so much for your likes, reblogs, comments, all your kind words and actions. I'm just an overexcited dork with way too much time on her hands lately, and I never expected anybody to pay attention to my fever brain ramblings, but y'all keep coming back and you have no idea how much that means.

First off, I'm going back through and retagging my analyses with #translate my love with your heart as an overarching tag for all the ITSAY/IPYTM/LTIP/documentary/whatever else they throw at us content analysis, so you'll be able to find it all in one place if you're into that sort of thing.

Second, every week I'll be posting a stream of consciousness post on the day an ep airs, with an analysis post a few days later, and maybe a cinematography post and a documentary post. I'll try to keep really long or really spoilery stuff behind a 'keep reading' link.

My ask box is open and I really love answering asks so if you want to, don't feel shy.

I tend to use screenshots in my posts, but if you see GIFs in there, it will be because I ganked them from the fabulous @liyazaki whose skills I'm obsessed with...lol.

I came to ITSAY late so I haven't done the watch weekly thing and I'm a leetle excited but also anticipating being mentally tortured between eps...lol. Once it's all over *SOBS* I'm thinking of doing some kind of roundup, either a masterpost or a series of thoughts just for the emotional catharsis and to clear the decks, because this story has burrowed into me for half a year at this point. I don't know that I'll ever be able to really shake it, or even explain how much it has meant to me. I'm definitely NOT the audience this story was made for but it has still hit me like a tonne of bricks.