#anyway i already committed soooo

[banqanas]

BATTLE OF TOKYO ~Jr.EXILE vs NEO EXILE~ backstage photo -

I feel like BOT24 backstage photos have double the amount of last year's, so here's a list of my favourite pictures (mainly fanta & jr exile):

Note: List is for Round 1 (Saitama Super Arena) only. updated every concert day

DAY 1 (2024.08.10)

RIKU who comes early to the venue so he can kick box Part 1

LIKIYA+Rui+Yamasho, the title says "oniichan group" but i call them slayyy king Rui+his bodyguards

Riki+Leiya (you can see his *redacted* 🙈🙈)

Sawa+Kokoro who sneaked in behind him

Sota's teeth brushing time Part 1

Tsurugi making a face when he has a migraine + Sawa is there

a rare KazuHokuSota

KetoTai with the brightest smiles ever in the universe

Riki with his favourite Sawa-san

Kokoro with Leiya-aniki

RYUSHIN+Ryuta-aniki

Takapi+Takkun+Rui and his gal (not Kamiken)

Keito, the cutest boy in the universe + Yusei and his donut this picture saved my life thank you so much for everything that made this moment possible 🙏

Gheechan and Kukku going home all lovey dovey

DAY 2 (2024.08.11)

RIKU who comes early to the venue so he can kick box Part 2

Gheechan+Kukku so close as usual Big Love

Taiki+Yusei being lovey dovey as usual Bigger Love

Miku sexual harassing psyfe's Kanabros /hj

Ryuta+Keito's bad hair day

Keito's hair fixed and perfect

JIMMY+Horinacchan birthday present

Makocchan+Leiya rare selfie

Sota's teeth brushing time Part 2

Sawa drenched in sweat after rehearsals is beautiful today too

Sota who has to follow suit

SawaSota two shot

RYUSHIN waiting in front of NEO EXILE's dressing room waiting to take a picture with someone he hasn't taken a pic together yet

REN+Keito. That's it that's the tweet

ZIN+RYOJI. they look good together

Hiroto with his oshi

Taiki+Yusei+Keito+Sota+new fanta member

Sawa+twins who are instinctively always camera ready

Sawa+Kokoro, the unexpected Part 2 (back hug)

Keito who saw SawaKoko and tried back hugging Taiki too but failed

Fanta twins photobombed by Yusei

10 billion Kei-chan (feat. Shohei)

Yamasho, Rui with salads + Kazuma with the biggest bag ever

Susan and Ryoji going home all lovey dovey im sorry but why does all WHH members are so lovey dovey for???? i cant take this 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ WHH is too love dream happiness

DAY 3 (2024.08.12)

theres no part 3 of Riku's kick boxing 😔 instead there's Miku's!

the words on Ryu's shirt is sending me.

YuseLeiya. thats it thats the tweet

YuseTai. thats it thats the tweet

FANTA TWINS!!!!!!!!! taking click box with each other hehe

Keito kawaii

Keito again. still kawaii

Sawanatsu with Ryoga!!!!!!! i've always thought that these two have the same vibes.... I want to see them perform together

Sawanatsu with Riku!!!!!!

Keito with yamasho paisen!!!!! thank you for this picture

Ryoji brushing his teeth

Sota's teeth brushing time Part 3.1 (feat Icchan, Yamasho, Masa) <- MUST WATCH

Sota's teeth brushing time Part 3.2 (feat. Sawanatsu)

Sota + Yosshi's teeth brushing time

Sawanatsu + Rui doing the kororo pose! I want to see them perform ROLL UP too.......................

Sawamatsu and Susan!!!!!! Mr. Adult Ikemen and Mr. Future Adult Ikemen (??) 👀 thank you for this picture that is full with mature handsome nutrients 🙏🙏🙏😇

Masa and his oniisan, Yusei. Yusei voice: we're actually brothers, you see 😎

Yusei with Gheechan!! now that you mention it i feel like they look somewhat alike.... interesting.....

Sawa. And then comes Sota. And next comes Keito. fanta kids are genki today too love and peace 😇🙏❤️❤️

SawaKetoSota who were dissing Taiki because he keeps going missing for the group photo

KetoSota who went to go find Taiki

And Sawa who lay down on the floor waiting

Keito's posing for the backstage picture with fan

SawaTai. thats it thats the tweet

Kokoro and Ren playing baseball and Ryushin ignoring them

Kazuma+Kokoro+Riki. oof i really like all their faces...and to have them together???!! blessed.

KazuRiki..........ugh they look so good together.... 顔が良い

Kazuma and Gheechan..... also look very good together.....

KAZUMA WITH KEITO!!!!!!!!!! I WINNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!

Ryuchan and Riku..... Ryucha is so cool........

SawaTai again (😒) but this time Sawa is gal

Horinacchan feeding Leiya. no comments necessary. please just look at it

Keito going home!!! otsucurry keito!!!! (im interested in the green keychain he has on his bag tho..... what is that......)

RICKY with his sunflower crochet bag!!!!!!! he's been wearing it a lot and its sooo cute i love it

[sysig]

Guess who :3c (Patreon)

[rosetheocto]

The Big Three of Failtopia for the new ship bingo

idk what Season’s Big Three you were referring to, so I just kinda did all five in one batch lol

Plus a bonus EriBoat one for @decimal86 under the cut

[screamingay]

unfinished sketch of my ocs just for funsies. butch is pj femme is renee sorry for literally never posting abt them lol >_>

[gregmarriage]

🧁, please know i’m constantly rereading your asks, and always sitting patiently for a new one 😌

[moonshynecybin]

I find Marc covered up fully underneath his leathers, upto his neck & wrists, so fascinating when we have the others in half sleeves, mesh or nothing. I can't remember if he always was that way or changed midway, if there was a particular reason? If Alex does the same? It just gives regency era eldest spinster daughter hair tied up tight covered up to the neck waiting for the highest titled rake to come show her the pleasures waiting for her.

marc would be SOOOO good at the kate sharma of it all. like bridgerton season two is in many ways rosquez 2 me. marc WOULD deny himself love and marriage if he convinced himself it would protect alex and vale WOULLD close himself off from love for fear of losing anyone he loved ever again after the untimely death of his [dont worry about it] from a bee sting. perfect set up for vale to decide to court marc's much more agreeable and younger (NOT A SPINSTERRRR) brother who because he needs someone to secure the family's future with and alex is one of the most eligible and educated bachelors on the market. and he knows he will never fall in love with him. whereas marc is known for going on crazy person horse rides (how he first meets vale) and pissing people off. and ALEX is locked in this fun codependency thing with marc, where marc sacrificed so much to get him there from spain and its the only way they can like. still live in the same household because the marquez finances are a lil shaky for regency reasons (alex it should be noted will fall for vale's ward franky SO fast and they shall have their own tortured by familial obligation repressed regency drama please trust this. it WOULD involve alex saving franky from bandits. again trust.)

so anyways vale commits to courting the idea of alex. butttt marc and vale. kind of hit it off. chemistry! goofballs ! a game of crochet that legitimately turns a little dangerous (marc is. cheating the whole time lmao. vale is ALSO cheating he is kicking balls into the bushes and. possibly. checking out marc's ass when he bends over to fetch them. victimless crime looking never hurt anyone.) truly luca meets marc and is like lovely to meet the man my brother plans to marry :) and alex vale marc are all like. um. hah. about that. EVERYONE can see and marc and vale are down fucking horrendous but are cutting themselves off from love so aggressively its UPSETTING ! vale CANNOT lose anyone he loves and marc will sacrifice EVERYTHING for alex's future so they are locked in horny tension for monthsss. it is. insanely horny close proximity sniffing. it is. dancing at balls probably more than is strictly proper. it is. marc getting pushed into a body of water and having to strip off his paper thin old-timey shirttttt. getting wayyyy too into betting on horse races like they are throwing elbows. alone in various well dressed rooms breathing the same air SO much yearning and holding back because like. they CANT do that to alex (alex. does not want that man lmao).

until finallyyyyy its alex and vale's wedding day and marc feels like hes going to THROW UPPPPPP. worlds saddest little spinster. pale sad brave face on. but he walks in and vale is just. he cant take his fucking eyes off marc. at the alter in a church in his best suit. he cant stop looking at him. and he feels like hes going to cry but he doesnt know why. and alex walks in and looks at the two of them looking like they want to DIE and it clicks. right then. that theyre in love (huge relief off of his shoulders tbh. already sexting franky via horny letter in his mindpalace) like alex KNOWS his brother and he KNOWS the only way get marc to stop doing something self destructive is for alex to tell him he doesnt have to. so he turns away from vale and he takes marc's hands. and he calls of the wedding.

BUT that doesnt resolve our central conceit on vale's end. what do you do when the scariest thing in the world is the person you love dying. and that is a belief that has been informed by person you love dying trauma. well in vale's case you simply have to realize YOU ARE ALREADY IN LOVE... TOO LATE IDIOT. having them and MAYBE losing them is better than never having them and losing them ANYWAYYY. so in this its like. the wedding falls through, alex marries franky so hes fine, and marc gets in a HORSE RIDING ACCIDENT ! and its uh. not looking good. and marc almost DIES and vale wasnt even THERE and he didnt knowwww how vale feels. he never got to be with him :( truly life is fleeting go fuck your twink :( finds out marc is going to be okay and cries for hmm. maybe the first time in ten years? and then they get married :)

[irisinluv]

Hi 0/ so um. Yall got me kicking my feet with the new follows and support n shit…. I am way too shy and socially awkward to know how to reply to the sweet reblogs and comments soooo…. I love yall- you’re making me blush.

If you’re here from Isekai series, and wanna be added to the tag list, let me know! I already have a few people written down in ye old notes app who specifically commented “tag me”- you know who you are :) but I’ll add anyone else that wants to be added!

Part 2 is already drafted but I’m sitting on it a bit cuz

1) part one JUST came out

2) I’m not used to the whole series thing, my brain comes up with it as it goes so I have no clue where this is going past a vague idea, so I’m debating sitting down and outlining the series before I commit to posting part 2 (which is a bit slow, but needed for plot reasons and character building) orrr if I should just go with the flow and come up with it as I go and yall come along for the ride….

3) reader is a ditz and an unreliable narrator, therefore, the Yan themes are more subtle. Obviously we have our sweet pea reader trying to act how they think they’re supposed to act…, aka as a yan, but spoiler….. everyone should look reallllll close at Eric.

4) I’m gonna do minisodes specifically from Eric’s pov, cuz I know what he’s thinking in a scene, but you, the reader, and you, the consort, have no clue! But I don’t know how to space those out, If I want yall to theorize first, if I wanna give it to you cuz I want to spoil you and hand you a perfectly crafted world and characters and romance and drama…. Idk. A girl can only write so fast and come up with so much at once.

Anyways…. I’d love to know what yall think, I’m not a professional writer or anything and getting my ideas out into words can be sloppy and messy. Let me know if you want me to post clarifying posts giving more insight into characters, for example- how the villainess usually acted, vs how you think she acted, vs you are actually being perceived in the “role”

[fullmetal-scar-simping]

Remember that scene where Heinkel implores Alphonse to use the Philosopher’s Stone against Pride, arguing the souls within it would want him to fight?

That should’ve been Scar and his mentor. Those are Ishvalan lives, and while Heinkel at least wasn’t involved in the genocide and has also been dehumanized and experimented on by the system, he’s still a white man and a former soldier, imploring a white boy to use these resources to save Amestris.

Idk I think it’d be soooo much more compelling if Scar’s mentor went from being skeptical of his violence to recognizing the need. To see him remind Scar that he’s ultimately committing an alchemical taboo anyway for the sake of his fellow Ishvalans. Something about Ishvalan souls reclaiming actual agency via the mentor being a fellow Ishvalan himself, acknowledging they would likely want Scar to use them.

And not to protect Amestris, but to protect the Ishvalan refugees within the circle. That isn’t talked about enough, if at all; Scar says he’ll save this country so he can change it (so he can save his people) but what about the fact that we’ve already seen two communities within the border of the circle?

What about him doing this to prevent the remaining Ishvalans from being sacrificed into a Philosopher’s Stone, and how the lives of a prior stone would feel the same way? What about Scar recognizing that the Promised Day transmutation circle was what his people were slaughtered for, and so he won’t let anymore die in direct fulfillment of it?

And then when Scar is mortally stabbed by Wrath, whose mindless violence is contrasted with Scar’s meaningful, justified violence, he actually gets to use the stone to save his own life and live and heal. Because these Ishvalans would give up their lives to save their kinsmen. That’s exactly what Scar is doing. It would give them peace to reclaim their objectification as energy that is instead used to prevent further harm to their community. All while giving their souls peace by freeing them.

At least it’s not a white doctor who created this specific stone from their lives speaking on their behalf to a war criminal who’s killed more Ishvalans than anyone else, saying that Mustang needs to heal his eyes and ultimately use these souls for the good of the remaining Ishvalans so if you think about it this is what these Ishvalan souls would REALLY want. Because there’s no way Mustang could possibly give reparations to the Ishvalan community as a blind man who is still wealthy and with connections to the new Fuhrer (reminder that state alchemist payrolls are huge and there’s multiple jokes about this too).

Man I wish instead of Father talking hot shit about how life is unfair in a neutered take on Dante’s Equivalent Exchange is Bullshit speech, with Ed rebuking him, Father did the opposite; Contrasting Dante’s speech by suggesting this ‘injustice’ of Roy losing his sight IS the rightful toll for his genocide. Maybe even insinuating that Hughes’ murder was also justice, too, ever think about that human? Both villains in either version of the story having different takes on whether equivalent exchange is real, yet ultimately using it to deliver the same brutal wake-up call to our MC.

If this had been what Brotherhood served instead of the hot garbage that is its actual canon I'd have been over the moon. (Would still dislike a lot of other things, but at least I'd be able to say I enjoyed it enough to not want to launch it into the sun.) Seriously, I love this take on the last chunk of mangahood.

We were absolutely robbed of any opportunity for a dialogue between Scar, his Master, living Ishvalans, and the souls that comprise that particular stone. How that could have eventually led his Master to rigorously challenge both Scar's and his own clashing spiritual, culture-honouring, and political philosophies. Perhaps have some other monks of Ishvala (is there a specific way to refer to practitioners of the Ishvalan faith?) bring up their own shift in perspectives, some agreeing with the methods of rebel fighters and Scar's tactics. And contrast these opinions with those who are resistant to adapting their beliefs and goals (because of course some will not budge). The dissonance between passivity feigning as tradition, leaving Ishvalans at the mercy of Amestris and other powerful nations for the foreseeable future; versus an active stance of principled violence and land reclamation, that seeks to give Ishvalans a fighting chance against full annihilation/unending displacement/amalgamation. Coming to a head with the Master imploring Scar to use it as needed, in a form of restitution and ceremony that finally grants the dead to peace.

And man, how that would enhance Scar's battle against Bradley. (What you wrote about how this could change that showdown, and what that would mean for the transmuted Ishvalans, Scar, and his people-!!!! 🥹) That he has to allow his own people to heal him, while reminded that Ishvalans are actually in his corner. That he isn't doing this for Amestris, that countering Father's nation-wide circle is to protect surviving Ishvalans. Having the knowledge that if he is forgiven and cared for by his own people, then salvation need not come from prostrating himself to Amestris whatsoever.

All of this would of course require Scar to have never fully reneged on his own actions against the State, even after being cornered into agreeing to aid the military insurrectionists. Some part of him cannot swallow their chauvinistic idealism that still centers the protection of the existing imperial nation. Slowly returning to a rejection of this rickety compliance with the military writ large. And you wouldn't necessarily have to retcon the fuck-awful Briggs recuperation of Scar either. It just can't go from the canon bs "Woah yeah, being an Ishvalan ~changing minds~ in the military is so based, unlike me, who is shitbad," to a sudden "We need violence to upend Amestrian domination of our people". Some part of him, even with his coerced comradery, would have to be internally rejecting that premise, and increasingly so. Without that, the change wouldn't scan imo.

Scar and his Master actually tearing into the meat of Scar's and his brother's blasphemy; what Scar has seen in his path of vengeance, as well as what he's seen/overheads regarding the attitudes of the military members who wish to overthrow Bradley, with their obvious bid for self-serving power rather than seeing Ishvalans and other occupied peoples as anything more than bartering chips; the will of the transmuted Ishvalans pushing through the stone just enough to rally their wishes for liberation of their living kinsmen; Scar and his Master having to reevaluate some of their long held beliefs and their distaste for all forms of alchemy. Hell, getting to see Scar admit to his Master what his brother had been studying and what he discovered in the process when he was recruiting Ishvalan refugees for the coup effort would have been a huge character moment for them both!

We could have had it all.

Rip to what could have been, but bless those few fans with taste and the wide range of changes/ideas you all have shared so far! You guys make talking about mangahood far more enjoyable than it has any right to be.

With the Ishvalan stone, I wouldn't be surprised if Scar would have to reclaim it out of Amestrian possession secretly. Maybe, without yet fully tapping into the unheard voices of their souls, he could feel them resonate and rejoice being in Ishvalan hands. The weeping of the damned who cannot bare to be used by Amestris for one second longer stirring his (re)growing suspicion and anger against the people who forced him to ally with their cause at the cost of his degradation and threat of imprisonment (and let's be real here, the threat of execution by the State was guaranteed if he rebuked Miles and therefore got arrested). He could feel their storm of memories and regrets, their hopes and their sorrows. If the stone could have called for action against the homunculi, they would just as much call for action against the human monsters as well.

But no, instead of all of that we focused on the will and humanity of the Xerxian philosopher's stone exclusively.

(Super love the military getting to exploit Scar's deep-seated self-hatred and suicidality for their own gain. Cool moment all around. Awesome. Really good stuff there. Very reformed. Checkmate, Scar.)

Everything you mentioned re: Father, his neutered approximation of Dante's speech, and what you would have preferred his perspective to be is 💯💯💯. ESPECIALLY with how he would mock Roy for having his eyesight taken in order to fulfill his own plans for yet another nation-wide sacrifice. It would serve as a biting counterargument to the nonsense excuse that Roy and friends "had no choice in joining the military and killing Ishvalans". His choices led him to desecrate so many lives for himself, to transmute as much of a (smaller) country as possible for their own goals (thus having already served Father). How would this be any different then? Mustang can argue with Truth and Father that he was forced to perform human transmutation, but why did that ever excuse anything in the past? Did clinging to the nation "betraying" Mustang's naivete ever spare any suffering for anyone? He has part of himself nonconsentually sacrificed now because of his continued pigheadedness, suffering only a fraction of what he's done. And Roy thinks he's going to make reparations for so thoroughly incinerating Ishval by vying for the Fuhrership? The very system Father and scores of humans built? This is the toll for everything foolish people like Roy have done. It's not random or unfair insofar that equivalency can merely be another way of describing consequences. Survivors might interpret Mustang's maiming as justice, so why should he resist that when he still wants to hold the power that decided their fates to begin with?

Father could have been a more cold, conniving fucker who grinds Mustang's remaining fortitude into dust. From there Roy would either have to have the greatest reckoning of his life as the eclipse fast approaches and understand that reforming what Father and his legions have created is not worth it after all, or be a husk who falls crumbles under his desperate need for a seat of power that would never be his anyway. Buuuuuuuut that would ruin the big fun shonen fuck yeah humans rock we're all best pals slapping faux-god wowowowow action scenes and alchemic-jojo punching and our protags were always right and just and super cool finale that 99% of the fanbase has been fellating since 2010. So. 💩

Total aside, but the design for Father's humanoid homunculus form (when he sheds Hohenheim's appearance for the eclipse) sucks so much ass lmao

[gulnarsultan]

Hello there, sorry for disturbance. It’s about Yandere platonic House Lannister and Modern Reader.

I can’t help but imagine: Modern Reader is someone who can solve problems, like: the crown has a debt to Iron Bank and mines of Westerlands are dried out? No worries, Modern Reader paid the debt to Iron Bank and managed to find other mines that are richer and bigger that makes House Lannister richer than before. Cersei, Jaime and Tyrion need love and attention? Modern Reader is already there for them. Joffrey causes tantrums? Modern Reader takes him under her wing and spends time with him, in result Joffrey doesn’t act like a jerk and acts normal (Yandere platonic Joffrey doesn’t want Modern Reader to be disappointed in him). During Robert’s rebellion Elia and her children are held hostage? Modern Reader get Elia and her children out of the Kings Landing, saving their lives. The criminals commit horrible crimes? Not to worry, Modern Reader found their campaign and dealt with them. Some criminals are in prison cells, others are sent to the Wall (Modern Reader learnt that Night’s Watch need more men, so she sent them). Modern Reader can make Valyrian swords and work with steel. Modern Reader has something that no one has, either Valyrian armour or an artifact. There are rumours that Modern Reader has dragon eggs, but no one knows for sure. In conclusion Modern Reader solves problems and can do things that no one knows, how she managed to do all that. Modern Reader is the mystery to everyone, even to Yandere platonic House Lannister and Targaryens. Which is why the nobles and others say “House Lannister got the treasure.” “How does Lady Y/N Lannister able to solve problems with such ease?” “She’s probably using magic, I don’t know.” “No, she’s probably overworking herself, because she can’t get over Lady Joanna’s death.”

And now, scenarios.

Ned Stark: How could you let this happen? The crown owns huge debt to Iron Bank.

Modern Reader: Don’t worry, I already dealt with it.

Ned Stark and other council members: How?!!!!😧😧😦😲😦

Flashback. In Iron Bank

Modern Reader: I came here to pay the debt.

One of the agents: Oh really? And where is your money?

Modern Reader pulls out a small bag. One of the agents start to laugh because the bag is small and the debt is huge. Modern Reader opens the bag and there are tons and tons and lots of money and it looks like it won’t stop.

Agents of the Iron Bank:😧😧😧😧😧😧😨😨😨😨😨🫢

Modern Reader: There. All of it. Is there anything else?😃

Agents still shocked: …no.

Modern Reader: Wonderful!😁 Have a good day.😊

Flashback ends.

Modern Reader: That happened 2 weeks ago. I’m surprised that you noticed it only now.

Scenario 2

Modern Reader: Greetings, Lord Eddard Stark.😄 I heard that the Wall need more men, correct?

Ned Stark: Yes, that’s correct.

Modern Reader: Well no worries, I got them.

Modern Reader pulls a chain and there is a column of men, all chained up and some beaten up .

Ned Stark with other guards: How many did you have?!!!😨😨😨😨

Modern Reader: Well about… 50 criminals and maybe 60 will arrive. I didn’t count. Oh right. There are people who wants to join the Night’s Watch. Soooo, you probably will have 250 men.

Ned Stark super shocked: HOW MANY??!!!!

Scenario 3:

Modern Reader: Father, may I come in?

Yandere platonic Tywin: You may.

Modern Reader: I have good news. Since the mines are dried out, I managed to find other mines in Westerlands and to my surprise they are much bigger and richer than I thought. Anyway here’s the map, the red points are mines that I found. Now we don’t need to worry about anything.😊

Scenario 4: when Joffrey and his older brother were born (Robert’s and Cersei’s first child)

Modern Reader holds the children, while they sleep: Don’t worry, go and have some rest. You really need it Cersei.

Bonus

Yandere platonic Tyrion: Y/N? Are you busy?

Modern Reader with bags under her eyes, who sitting around the table with many letters of asking to make more Valyrian swords, plans for building castles for The Wall and the books of Lannister history and Westeros, also a few books were borrowed from the Citadel.

Modern Reader: No, little brother. What makes you say that?☺️🥱😮‍💨

Anyway, um… what do you think about it all? Sorry if it’s big. I couldn’t help, but I wanted to share it with you.

Hello. It's nice to see you again. No problem. I love reading your posts. 🥰❤ Thanks for this great share. 😘

The reader is literally a tribute to Westeros. She is trying to help everyone. For all problems, the reader has a solution. The reader is loved by all Westeros people.

[hotmessmaxpress]

honestly still thinking about Luca/bezz…… literally like at least once a day since. 10/10

I love them soooo much 😭 their energies just fit so well to me. Bezz with his stoner vibes and Luca “if I wasn’t a racer I’d be an astrophysicist” Marini (he really said that!!)

I feel like Bezz makes Luca lighten up a little and not overthink things so much and I feel like Luca’s logical brain makes it easy for him to talk Bezz down when he’s emotional and upset. I just feel like they’re good balances for each other!

Unfortunately they are not a popular pairing 😔 but I wrote some more for them just for you anon

Bezz is in pre-heat.

Bezz is in pre-heat, so he’s grouchy and sore. He is even more picky about eating, at the moment, which makes him even grouchier. He oscillates between sad, angry, and horny almost hourly.

A small mercy is that it’s a convenient time for a heat; he’s got a two week between races and very few commitments. Those that he had were easily rescheduled, and he informed the group chat that he was going to be out of commission for a few days.

Luca is the one who asks: Where and with who?

You and yours please 🥺

Bezz responds immediately, delighted that Luca was the one who asked. For the last few months since Bezz and Luca got themselves on the same page, Bezz has been incredibly horny for the taller man. He still takes care of his entire pack, thank you very much, but he’s known for a while now that he wanted to spend his next heat with Luca.

Celin laugh reacts to Bezz’s text, and Pecco and Mig give it thumbs up. Bezz knows Franky won’t respond; if Bezz wanted him there for his heat he’d be there right away, but since he doesn’t, Franky probably won’t respond until after his heat is already over.

Luca texts him directly outside of the groupchat to ask about arrangements, snacks, and timeline. Bezz probably has another day or two until his heat fully hits, but Luca invites him down to Tavullia to get settled anyway, and Bezz doesn’t need to be asked twice. He takes Rubik to his sister’s house and she shoves him out the door quickly.

“Are you sure you have a few days? You stink.”

He sticks his tongue out at her and gets in the car, heading straight to Luca’s. The drive isn’t terribly long, but he’s fidgeting in his seat with excitement when he gets to Luca’s.

Luca comes outside to greet him, and Bezz throws himself into his arms and nuzzles into his neck. Luca chuckles at him and scents him when Bezz finally pulls back enough for Luca to reach his neck.

“Was the drive okay?”

Bezz nods, begrudgingly allowing Luca to step away from him and go take his bags from his car.

“I’ve got some of Vale’s things here but I’m not sure if they still smell like him. If you’d like, I can run down to the ranch and grab some things?” he says. “I can get what you need and stop for snacks, and you can take a shower and get comfortable. Maybe pick a movie,” he suggests.

“Perfect,” Bezz agrees.

Luca kisses him sweetly then leaves, taking Bezz’s car. Bezz watches him go happily, then heads upstairs for a shower.

When he’s finished he dresses in a sweatshirt of Luca’s and a pair of briefs.

Luca prefers not to watch television in bed, because of an article he read about how much it messes with your sleep, but he still keeps a television in the bedroom. Bezz turns it on and snuggles up against Luca’s pillow, waiting for him to return with food and nesting material.

It doesn’t take him long, and when he returns he dumps a pile of blankets and clothes on top of Bezz.

Bezz laughs, extracting himself from the pile and holding his arms out.

Luca leans down for a kiss.

“Are you in bed for the day?”

Bezz shrugs. He can’t promise he’ll get up again.

Luca chuckles and goes downstairs to grab drinks while he waits patiently for Bezz to set up his nest and invite him in.

When Luca comes back, Bezz is almost done. He wiggles around for a moment until he is fully relaxed, then he welcomes Luca in with a beaming smile.

Luca’s body is long and lean, a little bony, but by now Bezz knows exactly how to slot himself against the other man. He knows the most comfortable spots to press his nose and lips, and exactly where to put his hands and legs.

Luca rumbles low in his chest when Bezz is sufficiently comfortable.

“I love you,” Bezz says happily.

“I love you too,” Luca says, pressing a kiss to Bezz’s hair.

They make it halfway through the movie before Bezz is rutting against Luca’s thigh. It’s not quite heat yet, because there’s no frantic desperation, but he still needs it.

Luca rumbles encouragingly, coaxing Bezz to keep grinding against him. Bezz whimpers, rolling his hips forward and rubbing his cock against Luca.

Luca coos.

“You really did need to come here, didn’t you? Imagine if you hadn’t; you’d be all alone having to take care of yourself.” Luca tuts. “I am glad you’re here so your alpha can take care of you.”

Bezz whines against his neck, and Luca finally takes pity on him.

He rolls Bezz onto his back, kissing him deeply. Bezz moans into the kiss, and Luca presses his body down on top of him.

They kiss deeply until Luca nearly loses track of time; when he pulls away, a trail of spit connects his lips to Bezz’s flushed red ones.

“Luca, please,” Bezz pouts, pointedly grinding his hips upward.

Luca laughs, nuzzling against Bezz’s neck enough to suck a mark at his pulse point before diving downward.

He tugs off Bezz’s briefs, tossing them away, before wrapping his lips around his cock.

Bezz has had his cock in Luca’s mouth many, many times, but he still gasps. To have the full focus and attention of such a beautiful man is overwhelming.

When Luca looks up at him with his bright blue eyes, Bezz nearly comes right then and there.

Instead he whines, and reaches for Luca. Luca reaches up to take his hand.

Bezz clings to him like a lifeline as Luca wraps his free hand around his cock and then licks down to Bezz’s hole. Bezz whines, feeling as Luca licks at the wetness between his legs.

Luca eats him out until Bezz is nearly in tears.

“You’re so delicious,” Luca says sweetly.

“Please,” Bezz groans.

Luca finally pulls his own boxers off, and Bezz opens his legs wider, trying to urge Luca to go on and fuck him already.

Luca slides into him smoothly, and Bezz whines.

“That’s it,” Luca praises. “You’re so good, Bezz.”

He fucks into him with deep, forceful thrusts. Bezz swears he can feel him in his stomach.

Bezz’s brain goes a little fuzzy from there, and his focus is dominated by Luca, Luca, Luca.

Bezz has come and is happily biting at Luca’s shoulder when Luca finally comes, pumping Bezz with the first of many loads for the coming days, and plugging him with his knot.

Bezz coaxes him to lay down on top of him, and he plays with Luca’s hair while they wait for his knot to shrink.

Just for fun, Bezz clenches his hole around Luca’s knot, just to hear him groan and grind into him.

“You menace,” Luca groans.

Bezz smiles happily. It’s going to be a good few days, spending his heat with Luca.

[spaceratprodigy]

ooooh can u tell something abt the western au :3c

Me and Jay ( @darkfire1177 ) work on ideas for Western AU together! :]

Soooo, many have been around long enough to know I've drawn Faith and Max in gothic cowboy inspired outfits in the past. All my Cowboy Max ideas stem from banter in Murder on Eridanos where Max gets a bit enthusiastic talking about Free Range Fixer and then immediately trying to change the subject. This also makes so many of my Max and Spencer dynamics so much more interesting and hilarious to me. Also, don't you think he'd just look so dashing as a cowboy 💖😩💖

ANYWAY

One of my favorite ideas Jay and I have formulated, has to do a bit later in the story after Faith and Max are already close and they become good friends with Jasper!

Jasper's family is still alive and they own a ranch! At some point, Faith and Max are invited to visit, stay for dinner, meet the family, all that good stuff. And we thought it would be really special, since neither Faith or Max have any family and hardly have any friends, if they were to be invited to be a part of Jasper's family 🥺

We have some other ideas abt who all appears in this au and what everyone's roles in town would be.. but I love love love us talking about Max still having a complicated relationship with his religion and if Jasper's family essentially offers him an opportunity out of the priesthood by inviting him to become a ranch hand, if that were a path he'd be willing to go down. He'd have to take off the collar and commit to that kind of work, but hey, it's an AU for funsies, it's for us to enjoy.

I've got SO many ideas and interactions cookin' in my head, I can't wait to talk to Jay more about them and actually draw out some things this year!!

Anyway everyone go give my bestie @darkfire1177 some love 💖💕💖💕

[firestorm09890]

Saïx is soooo jealous Zexion gets to have so much of Xemnas’s trust without any effort on Zexion’s part AND he’s allowed to go outside and his every move isn’t monitored? it’s so unfair and Zexion is jealous of Saïx because it should’ve been him!!! IT SHOULD'VE BEEN HIM!!!!! because there is something wrong with him [suddenly serious] I can call Xemnas an absolute rat bastard for turning them against each other but all he did was set up the system. He didn’t do shit to actively turn them against each other, that was aaaaall Zexion and Saïx’s doing.

Saïx had a goal that was supposed to be “good”, to save someone else, but it very quickly became about himself, the way he was willing to forsake his dignity and morals and relationships for this goal. He had to climb a ladder and if a child was in front of him he resolved to simply have to kick the child down it. I don’t think it was personal, at first.

But it couldn’t have been anything but personal for Zexion, the aforementioned child being kicked down a ladder. From his perspective, he’d been abandoned once, by Ansem. And if we want to talk about him losing his original parents at such a young age as well…. hed probably have. hm. severe emotional issues. and now Saïx, who previously tried to worm his way into the apprentices’ life as Isa with very obvious hidden intentions, is trying to take away the one person who respected him, who took him under his wing (Vexen does NOT COUNT their relationship is terrible and Lexaeus does not count either he is not a mentor figure), who gave him new purpose? Well. Zexion went to the Xaldin school of psychologically damaging exactly what hurts so he made it personal for Saïx as well, and they say the rest is history.

and like. they were both young at the time but that’s like a high schooler beefing with someone who hasn’t even hit double digits so yknow. in Saïx’s defense I guess the kid was wise beyond his years and a little shit who’s committed crimes against humanity. in Saïx’s undefense even after both of them were adults he continued to beef with children a decade later. anyway yeah even though it’s ultimately Xemnas’s fault for treating them both this way and creating an environment with murderous politics, you still can’t neatly sort organization xiii into victims and abusers because they’re ALL in the pit beating the shit out of each other (unless you were Roxas or Xion, in which case sorry you had to be here). even if Saïx and Zexion got together to metaphorically compare their salaries they would never come to the conclusion that this is on Xemnas because there’s no way Saïx is going to explain Subject X to Zexion- he was always a loyalist, he can’t be trusted with their plans- so Saïx would just have to say “oh I’m only doing this for the greater good, you must understand” and Zexion’s not going to realize the root of his hatred is goddamn abandonment issues and even if he DID he sure as hell wouldn’t tell Saïx about it. maybe Ienzo and Isa could make up about it because they both feel really bad but it’s also too damn late. they’d already escalated it to assassination. if this wasn’t kingdom hearts it would’ve ended with Saïx thinking “was it really worth it” and then dying and it’d be a tragic tale for both of them

[britcision]

I have not slept more than 5 hours together this whole fucking week and not more than 7 hours a day

It is therefore appropriate today to give you TIM! And TUCKER! All aboard the Lore Drop!

Chapter 14’s nearly fucking done I swear I was waylaid but I think I have solved the problem. Now the new second secret much bigger problem is my intense desire to commit Dragon Age crimes

Soooo chapters will probably stay a lil slower here for a bit, but hopefully not this slow again until June, when I will be Busy As Shit

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A Good Excuse To Be A Bad Influence V

It was a weird feeling to have his body shaken while his consciousness was so far from it.

Feeling his face pull into a frown not quite mirroring what he felt it should be. Tucker could never have explained precisely what part of him entered his devices; just that it was him.

Quintessential, pure essence of Too Fine. Everything he was without the meat he was born in.

But then he did have to slot back into that meat, and trying to do that without matching positions always left him feeling weirdly off kilter the next day. Like he’d put on a shirt but the shoulders were skewed too short.

So despite not being conscious of a face on his extended form, Tucker tried to form it into a frown anyway, sliding back under his own skin like a teen sneaking back through a window after curfew.

Hadn’t those been heady days?

Eyes slowly opening, it took Tucker a moment to remember how to focus them. That they weren’t cameras. But then Tim Drake-Wayne came into focus, and the frown changed to a grin even before he fully “woke up”.

“Morning,” he mumbled, rolling and stretching, getting used to the feeling of a body again. It was a little weirder each time, which he might have worried about if he didn’t see himself as an extension of his PDA anyway.

“You were singing in your sleep,” Tim told him without preamble, returning the smile.

Tucker hesitated for a moment, suddenly embarrassed. If… well. If he’d been singing along, that…

Look he’d picked songs that’d embarrass Danny, he wasn’t gonna give a fuck about it. The only actual question was, did he tell Tim?

Who else would ever understand better just what it meant to interact with tech the way he could? Could get excited with him about how cool it was?

He wasn’t fucking gushing to Technus. No way. Tuck was easily the one winning that ongoing hackathon, but it was the principle of the thing.

To the zone with it. Tim knew about Amity Park, he knew about the ghosts and the liminal tech. And while they hadn’t exactly discussed liminal people, it’d come up.

Tim could have a sneak preview. As a treat.

Decision made, Tucker gave the younger man another broad smile because yeah, bragging about your super powers to a very cool and impressive person? That felt good.

Tim might be a vigilante too, but Tucker was pretty sure Jason was the only souped up Robin. Most of the bats were famously power free.

“Oh, yeah. I was bullying Danny,” he explained with a light chuckle, glancing up to find his beloved PDA, Ida. She was half under a blanket now, so he tugged her back out.

Tim chuckled softly, leaning back and stretching himself.

“Good dream?” He asked and Tucker snickered, stroking gently across the screen.

“Danny wishes it was a dream.” Tucker paused, frowning a little at the confusion on Tim’s face. “So you remember we kinda talked about the whole liminal thing?”

That seemed to jog Tim’s memory, confusion fading into an analytical frown that Tucker was already becoming familiar with. That good ol’ geek face.

“The humans with budding ghost powers,” he agreed, and Tucker had to wonder if maybe he just hadn’t put the right pieces together yet.

He hadn’t exactly said that most of Amity Park were liminal, but it was a little hard to remember he had to. Like, they lived on a portal to Hell.

Maybe he shoulda.

Well, at least it was a cool way to introduce it to him.

Tucker pulled Ida into his lap, flipped her over, and tapped the plain plastic backing to demonstrate.

“Mine’s a low level technopathy at the moment,” he explained as the PDA hummed and then began playing… well, still Montero, so he flicked it again and changed it immediately to Country Roads.

Tim was watching him with a kind of hungry fascination, and Tucker turned the music off with a thought, then passed her to Tim so he could check for secret touchpads.

“It’s not something I can do with anything,” he explained with a modest shrug, grinning with pride as Tim immediately got to scanning the casing.

All simple plastic, not even biometrics; what would be the point? Even touching the PDA was pretty much a formality at this point. She was a part of him.

“Technopathy? So you can control it with your mind? Why not with anything?” Tim asked eagerly, hands stroking over the plastic, eyes darting between it and Tucker.

Like he wasn’t sure which was more interesting, Tuck or tech, and Tucker absolutely took that as a compliment.

“It has to be a device I’ve really gotten into. Like, down to the source code, or something I’ve cracked before a couple times, and then I can just feel how all of it works.”

Tucker wiggled his fingers demonstratively and the PDA beeped to life under Tim’s hands, making the other man gasp. And yeah, totally envy in those cute blue eyes he turned all balefully on Tucker.

“How many of the functions can you use? Anything the PDA can do, or…” Tim trailed off, clearly thinking of everything he’d already seen the PDA do.

The real question would have been what couldn’t Ida do. And honestly? Yeah, Tucker remembered the trial phase.

He gave another shrug.

“Technically? Yeah, anything it can do, but I still prefer hacking the old fashioned way. Most of the network stuff too, cuz I’m only really “in” the PDA. Or Danny or Sam’s phones.”

Tucker hesitated, wondering how best to really explain the difference. Danny had never been any good at it, Tucker’d had no idea what he was talking about from the video game thing right up until he’d been sucked in himself.

Which… was probably gonna be a next-hangout adventure for Tim and the bats. And Oracle, if he could swing it.

For now he gave up, giving Tim a hopeless grin.

“Honestly it’s something you’ve really gotta feel for yourself. Danny’s great at the transition from real world to code, but he always just punches things, y’know? Turns out knowing how code is actually supposed to work doesn’t translate well to being part of it,” he added with a sigh.

Because frankly? It was bullshit unfair. Tucker could code an entire other galaxy around Danny with his eyes closed, but put them in the same metaphysical layer as a firewall and Danny could just.

Punch it.

Which, theme for the week, was also not how firewalls fucking worked. At some point Tuck figured he’d either gain a new level of understanding through liminality, or give up and ask Technus a couple questions.

Technus was currently Tucker’s subject instead of Danny’s anyway. They’d made a bet.

Which meant Technus shoulda told him about their shenanigans in time, which was probably what Tucker would hold over his head for the whole firewall thing.

It was so nice when things just worked themselves out.

Tim looked a little disappointed, but mostly still intrigued. Tucker could see his fingers just itching for his own tablet to take notes.

“Do you think that’ll change?” He asked, blurting it out like he couldn’t hold back now that Tucker stopped talking, “I mean, if you become more liminal? Or just practice your abilities more?”

And see, this was what Tucker loved about Tim Drake-Wayne. They were on the same wavelength. He grinned back.

“Probably. But I mean, it’s kinda cheating too. For now I kinda like that I have to do things the way I always used to first, before any ghostly powers kick in. It’s more me, y’know?” And like hell he’d let anyone think his code skills were just some meta ability.

He’d worked damn hard for those skills, and he was damn good. One of the best, and he was also good enough to know he still wasn’t actually top of the charts.

That was the Oracle, although knowing they still hadn’t cracked his servers felt really good.

Tim was all but vibrating, clearly full of questions, but they were both interrupted by a loud growl from Tucker’s stomach. Immediately echoed by Tim’s, so at least he wasn’t alone.

The two shared sheepish grins, and then Tucker stretched.

“So, breakfast and then Twenty Questions?” He offered cheerfully, and Tim nodded at once, thrusting the PDA back and rolling off the frankly massive bed.

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[almostyours]

desperately need to know the context behind 'pill poppying'

hii,  no angeline.com forum for this one because i think the admins would’ve just deleted the post since the context steps into scandal territory and they don’t want to talk about any of that laaaawl.  check the context under read more because i don't want to clog the dash!!!!!!!!

★   .   CONTEXT OF #PILLPOPPYING

TRIGGER  WARNINGS:  mentions  of  mental  and  physical  struggles,  drug  dependency,  harassment,  invasion  of  privacy.

there are some layers to this so i will try to explain:  first of all,  poppy struggles both physically and mentally  (she doesn’t have much energy most of the time,  really bad migraines,  insomnia,  anxiety,  depression),  so she’s pretty dependent on her prescribed meds since these help her keep up with the crazy schedule as an idol / be a normal human being lmao.  she’s been dependent on them ever since she was a little ballerina held by high expectations!  she needed and still needs help!!!!! 

she’s never shared this with fans because,  ofc,  it’s nobody’s business!  but that changed when a saesang started spreading rumors about seeing her  pill  popping  before stepping on stage during the  LUCKY  GIRL  SYNDROME  era.  angels and others immediately went after the saesang for being a freak and for invading her space,  but some people were left wondering if they were right...  stans of other groups jumped on the rumor to attack poppy and hiraeth,  but angels usually always clapped back with  are u rlly believing a saesang?!  anyway.  poppy nor their management acknowledged this topic or rumors. 

but then!!!!  before the group started prepping for their  (then controversial,  now iconic)  ARMAGEDDON  era,  one of yvan’s known saesangs  (who their team had already flagged as dangerous)  broke into poppy’s bedroom and filmed the mf cocktail of meds on her bedside table,  and some of the medications shown in the video were banned in south korea.  and yes,  this caused a massive media frenzy with police getting involved for two reasons:  a saesang committing a crime and poppy being accused of possessing illegal medication.

and well!  the truth was that poppy had all the proper documentation and medical history to prove she wasn’t breaking any laws,  but,  of courseeeeeeeee,  the media and knetizens didn’t care at first,  and the whole situation exploded without the facts.  other stans added fuel to the fire,  not because they cared about her being a possible drug addict  /  a criminal,  but because they juss wanted to talk shit! 

anyway.  the saesang eventually admitted they did that to turn public opinion against either kaia or poppy,  as their fans were getting a little too cocky and kept bringing up yvan’s bullying scandal which was soooo old news!!!  charges were filed against the saesang,  but none were filed against poppy due to the authorized documentation of her meds.  even so,  the incident kinda hurted her public image,  and the group faced a wave of hate  (not only because of this.  the other two were getting hated on for other reasons,  too)  until management released a final statement clearing poppy’s name.  they emphasized her medical history and explained the misunderstanding around the meds’ mmmmm legality

as time went on,  things started calming down,  and the scandal even sparked conversations about idol's mental health and started leaving her alone.  but ofc not everyone were ready to let such a scandal go!!!!!  so,  some people clung  (and still clings to it)  and created the hashtag #pillpoppying to try to drag her reputation down.  ironically tho,  what was meant to be a smear somehow turned into something funny for angels…  like yeah…  they probably were very  :/  when the tag started trending but then they realized how ridiculous it was.  like even poppy addressed it on bubble eventually,  saying that she hated the hashtag not because of the context,  but because she found the gameplay funnie…  so yeah,  this ae.linkie’s context is tied to one of poppy’s old scandals.  it’s kind of like,  “u can’t use this to hate when we already think it’s funny ourselves.  even poppy thinks it’s funny!!!”

[biisexualemma]

one step forward. rafe cameron

word count: 2.2k

requested: no i just think about rafe cameron too much and this is what happened because of that

warnings: a lot of swearing and a bit of a physical altercation

plot: rafe tries to help you out

a/n: soooo i watched outer banks finally and maybe you already guessed it but drew starkey is all that occupies my thoughts anymore which is so great thanks for that. anyway i wrote this and i wrote quite a few chapters that follow on from this so lmk what you think and if you want more? also rafe is not a psychopath in this oop, he's just a little wild and angry like he was before the writers went and had a field day with his character arc!

part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6

you clutched the red solo cup in your hand, it was half empty now and the drink was a little warm and flat which made you cringe as you took occasional sips. your eyes were lit up golden by the warm bonfire you were huddled in front of, flickering around you watched your friends as they laughed and joked with each other. you had been quieter and more subdued than usual, you were tired from working so much and this was the first night you'd had off in a while and it was starting to catch up with you. still, you smiled and held your head up with your chin tucked in the palm of your hand, trying to keep your mood up and your eyes open because you really were happy to be with your friends, it was only your body that was slowly betraying you.

"hey, sleepyhead," you turned your head to see jj leaning down to get a good look at you, his knee nudged yours. you both worked in the club so he knew just how much extra work you'd been putting in lately and how exhausting it was. "how you holding up?"

the corner of your lips lifted into a lopsided smile, nudging back at him. "i'm good," you gave yourself away by letting out a big yawn mid-sentence. he gave you a look to say he didn't believe you, his eyebrows furrowed a little followed by an amused smile. it was still early and you were committed to having a good time with your friends, you just needed to catch up. "i mean it!" you let out a chuckle. "i'm gonna' get another drink, this one is sending me to sleep," your smile lingered on your lips, just as the look of disbelief lingered on his. he was very much aware that you could take care of yourself and had been for long enough that you didn't need him babying you, so he held up his hands in defence before you walked away.

you scooted through the crowd of people leading to the keg, you necked back the last of the warm liquid in your cup, physically cringing as you did. "god, that's so gross," you muttered to yourself as you held out your cup to the kid holding the tap, letting him fill it up for you.

everyone loved the annual bonfire, and while you loved a good party, you couldn't help but dread this night coming around every year. you were a pogue through and through, and you and your friends had dealt with so much shit from kooks over the years that you couldn't stand to be around them anymore. kie didn't count and sarah, once you got to know her, had grown on you a lot.

so you took the cup the kook had refilled for you without a word and turned to walk away, only he wouldn't let go of the cup, leaving it stuck in a tug of war between the two of you. you lifted your eyes to meet his for the first time and saw kelce and his smug smirk.

"where are your manners, pogue?" he spat the last word with such distaste it made your eyes roll. you just hoped kelce would take the hint and leave you alone. "you know, please and thank you? did your parents at least teach you how to be polite?"

you didn't say anything, just continued to hold the cup, hoping he would get bored and move on soon enough. you looked passed him, waiting for him to finish up so you could go back to your friends. there wasn't much that anyone could say to you that you hadn't already heard before. 

"look at me when i'm talking to you, pogue," catching you off guard, his hand gripped either side of your face, forcing your head to turn to face him. you quickly shoved his hand away, your eyes wide with fury watching him smirk in return, turning to his friends who thought it was all so funny. without thinking twice about it you jolted the cup in his direction, watching the warm beer soak him completely, his face dripping with the sticky, smelly substance. the smirk wiped off his face entirely now.

"don't fucking touch me again, i swear to god," you threw the, now empty, red solo cup at his chest just to finish him off. you could tell he was furious and humiliated as he took a beat, until his friends laughter pulled him out of it and he moved to grab you.

"kook asshole--" you took a step forward ready to defend yourself when all of sudden you were yanked off of your feet. a squeal of surprise leaving your lips, with two arms wrapped around your waist as they turned and placed you back down, faced away from kelce and the others. immediately you turned around to see your captor, only catching the back of their head, but it was one you were pretty familiar with.

"i'll handle the fucking pogue, alright?" he muttered lowly to kelce, his hand firming against his chest holding him back from you. "get a grip, you're embarrassing yourself," you furrowed your brows, you didn't want to be handled by anyone, let alone rafe cameron.

you quickly turned to leave, pushing your way through the crowd of people who must have gathered round to watch your little blow out with kelce. only you didn't get very far before a hand gripped around your wrist and yanked you in completely the opposite direction. you felt a few eyes on you as you tried to pull away, but his grip was tight and determined and rubbing against your skin the harder you struggled.

soon enough you were away from the crowds of people and onto the sand of the beach, where it was just the two of you. he finally turned to face you and let go of your wrist.

"that fucking hurt," you frowned, rubbing at the skin of your wrist that had turned red, his eyes flickering down briefly before meeting your eyes. you couldn't see much now that you were away from the bonfire, just a touch of light from the moon lighting up the left side of his face, letting you catch a glimpse of his thick frown and furrowed lip. "what is your problem?"

"my problem? i just stopped you from getting into a fight," he sounded angry and you couldn't figure out why. "what the hell was that?"

"that was none of your fucking business," generally you were a pretty easy going person, and all of this was kind of out of character for you but tonight you were tired and sick of the kooks and their shit. the last person you needed to be talking to right now was the kook fucking prince, never mind him trying to tell you off you for defending yourself. "seriously, why do you care?"

rafe rolled his eyes at your stubbornness, his jaw clenching tightly as he glanced away from you for a second. he thought about his words carefully. "kelce has no problem hitting a girl--"

"and i have no problem hitting a fucking kook--" you cut him off but he continued to talk over you.

"and you gave him every reason to come after you-- do you know how stupid you'd have to be to pick a fi--"

"so this is my fault?" this time he shut his mouth, lips pursed as you took a step closer to him, eyes wide with fury once more. rafe took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a second, trying not to lose his temper with you entirely.

"i never said that," he muttered, shaking his head.

"he literally grabbed me-- what else was i supposed to do?" your anger wavered, your eyes flickering away from his for a second when you felt them growing wet and heavy. your throat felt tight all of sudden, and you could feel the heat in your cheeks from where kelce had grabbed you. but it passed as quickly as it came and you were angry again. 

rafe's eyes were moving as you moved, watching your reactions carefully. he briefly regretted involving himself in any of this, but then he remembered the pit he felt in his stomach when he saw kelce grab you like that and how he physically couldn't stop himself from anything that happened afterwards.

you looked back up at him after a minute, eyes watery. his eyes softened, lips parting slightly. he'd never meant to upset you but sometimes his anger got the better of him and in this case, his anger towards kelce had been misdirected at you. he tried to backtrack. "all i meant--"

you cut him off. "i don't even know why i'm arguing with you about this--" you rolled your eyes, the tears still hung in your eyes, threatening to fall at any second, but you were so mad at everything and everyone that you couldn't let it go. you scoffed out a sarcastic laugh. "what has this even got to do with you--"

"all i was saying is that you should be more careful--" he didn't understand why you were fighting him so much on this.

"are you serious?" your eyes widened, tears still lingering despite your obvious rage. rafe suddenly felt like he'd said the wrong thing. silence lingered between the two of you as your words hung in the air. you snivelled, blinking away the tears in your eyes. it was a natural response for you to cry when you were angry or frustrated, and you hated it. "who asked you--?"

"jesus fucking christ," he had to turn away from you for a second and take a breath to stop himself from saying something he'd regret. but it was hard, you were pretty infuriating when you wanted to be. "this is what i get for helping," he muttered more to himself than to you.

"i never asked for your help. i don't know why you offered it and honestly, i don't want to know," you were so fuelled by your anger and adrenaline that you were hardly thinking about what you were saying. rafe was a little amazed beneath his own anger and frustration, he'd never seen you like this before and he didn't think anyone else had either. you had always seemed like a fairly levelheaded person, but clearly he didn't know you that well."you fucking kooks think you can just do whatever you want and get away with it, i'm so sick of it."

he was considerably taller than you but that didn't stop you from standing your ground, fists clenched and brows pinched together. he noticed you drag your eyes to the ground when you said that last part, he also noticed where your cheeks had turned red from where kelce had grabbed you, and how your voice cracked just the tiniest bit. rafe had to stop himself from staring at you for too long this time. 

"and you are worse than any of them," you shook your head. you snivelled again, wiping under your nose with the back of your hand and taking a couple steps back from him. "i've had enough of this shit for one night. goodnight, rafe," you rolled your eyes, which he caught as you turned away, the light from the bonfire hitting your face.

"hang on-- hold-- hold on," he grabbed your arm, keeping you from walking away. you looked exhausted, well and truly fed up. he gulped. "i'll drive you home, come on," he tugged your arm a little, encouraging you to join him as he stepped away.

you slipped your arm out of his loose grip. "why would you do that?" you were mean but he could tell your tire was taking over, your eyelids heavy as you looked up at him.

"i don't think you wanna' go back to the party after all that," he said it like it was obvious, frowning at you like you were stupid for questioning him. "and i'm not just gonna' leave you here."

you were quiet for a second, mulling it over before shaking your head, a small frown on your lips as you backed away again. "i'll find someone else to take me."

"y/n,"

"rafe," you didn't trust him. he was a kook, you never trusted a kook. but he was there and he was willing to take you home which was exactly were you wanted to go.

"i'm sober, i'm good to take you home," he clarified. the frown had dissolved from his face, leaving him with a blank, unreadable expression. he sighed when you didn't budge. "this doesn't mean anything, alright? you've had enough for one night, i'll take you home, walk you to your door and leave you to it. no strings or conditions," you eyed him up, biting the inside of your cheek, it was like he'd read your mind. you had to at least consider it, you needed to get home somehow, and all your friends were already drunk or high. "tomorrow you'll still be a pogue, and i'll be a kook."

you were too tired to think or rationalise anything anymore, so when he stepped back again, you stepped towards him, letting him lead you to his car. maybe it would be a mistake, but this night didn't feel like it could get much worse. you'd take any help you could get, even if it was from rafe cameron.

[lilcowzia]

I haven't been a public feedee for long, but I already have had my pics stolen by proana accounts for their fatspo. I'm assuming this has happened to you, so I'd like to ask how do you fight the urge to not send them suicide bait

(TW: ED discussion) honestly? i just know they're already completely miserable, lonely too. acts of aggression wont hurt these ppl as much as eating a french fry or smthin will cause them emotional distress, yanno, and thats. sad. theyre very sad people. this doesnt absolve them of the fatphobic abuse they commit as a result of their disorder, at all, but it does kind of take the wind out of my sails when i read the words of someone obviously sick and fueled by self hate. that being said, i wouldnt recommend sending bait like that anyway since it can get your account deleted on most sites. though i can understand lashing out as a reaction to the abuse ofc

also ill just be fr and say that when this happens to me i do usually feel like its a bit of a funny situation (for me, not them). like theyre soooo mad that... i eat good? like im soo sorry that im not hating every second of my life and avoiding the things that make me happy. thats my bad, no yeah it totally makes sense that you would hate looking like me. yeah its soooo icky and im not hot like, at allllll (definitely dont get aroused just from looking in the mirror 😶) lmao i should be like them instead because theyre so happy n aspirational 💀 lmao lmfao even