#anyway. maybe i’ll rant about this again maybe i won’t. i think i did it enough the first time around lol

[ectoplasmer]

thinking about those pokémon teams i made the boys forever ago….. still think bakura deserves an alcremie

[justagalwhowrites]

Take Care - A Dom!Joel Miller One Shot

Joel has a bad day at work so you give him something he can control: you.

Pairing: Dom!Joel Miller x Sub!Female Reader

Warnings: No Outbreak AU. Established relationship, husband and wife. Dom!Joel x Sub!Reader (light). Ages not really established but I picture them both late 30s/early 40s (Sarah is away at college and they are empty nesters.) Reader uses her safe word and Joel listens. Unprotected P in V sex. Oral sex, M receiving. Creampie. Sensory play. Overstimulation. Aftercare.

Length: 3.8k

A/N: I saw a TikTok about praising subs for using their safe word and decided Joel Miller would do exactly that. This is the same couple from the one shot Undone but can definitely be read independently.

Joel had had a shitty week at work. 

It had been stressful for a while, a project getting more and more behind schedule because shit just kept going wrong, all shit that he had no control over. Deliveries were late, one of the apprentice guys on another team fucked up, winds were too high one day to keep working. 

That day, it had all come to a head. The supplier fucked up their order, it started pouring rain at 10:30 in the morning, the contract holder decided to change the tile at the last second. He came home in a bad mood, still wet from the rain and desperate to feel like he was in control of something for a goddamn change. 

You seemed to sense it when he came in, poking your head out from your home office as he stomped to the kitchen. 

“Everything OK love?” You called at him. 

“Shit day,” he growled, yanking the fridge open so roughly that the glass jars in the door clattered against each other. He found a beer and cracked it open and knocked back damn near half the thing in one go. 

You came into the kitchen, frowning in your usual work from home uniform - yoga pants that made your ass look so fucking good and a v-neck t-shirt that seemed designed to drive him crazy - with your arms crossed over your chest, pressing your tits together like you were putting them on display. 

“What’s going on?” You frowned, looking him up and down. “Talk to me.” 

He quirked his jaw but did as you asked, ranting, raising his voice more than he was proud of when he was near you. But you just nodded along until he finally fell silent and took another sip of beer. 

“What can I do?” You asked gently. 

“I dunno,” he sighed. “Nothin’. Just need shit to work the way it’s supposed to for a minute, to actually be in control of one fucking thing so I don’t lose my goddamn mind. It’ll be fine, baby. Just gotta get through it.” 

“Well,” you shrugged, stepping closer to him. “Want to be in control of me?”  

He frowned a little. 

“Baby…” 

“I was just finishing up work for the day, anyway. I’ll be a good girl for you,” you smiled a little at him. “Do whatever you ask me to. If you want, of course.” 

His heart beat a little faster. Fuck, that sounded so, so good. Having you in every way he wanted, getting to know he was taking care of you, making things go just the way they should. He longed for that control. Maybe a little too much. 

“I dunno baby,” he sighed. “Might not be the best idea, I’m a little worked up right now. I don’t want to be too rough with you.” 

“You won’t be,” you reached up and trailed your fingers through his hair. “And even if you are, I have my safe word. If you think it would help, I want to do it. I want to take care of you, Joel.” 

He looked at you for a moment, into your soft, earnest eyes. 

“Promise you won’t push yourself too far?” He asked. You nodded eagerly. “Promise you’re offering because you want this, too?” 

“Yes sir,” you smiled, a little mischievously. 

Joel stood up a little straighter, setting his beer on the counter and taking your chin in his hand. 

“Then go to our room,” he said, voice low and gravelly. “Get undressed and get ready for me.” 

“Yes sir,” you said again, slipping out of his hold and damn near skipping away. 

Joel palmed himself through his jeans, his cock already aching and leaking, a sense of peace settling into him at the thought of was waiting for him just down the hall. 

He downed the rest of his beer before going to find you, peeling his damp shirt off as he did. You’d done as he asked, sitting almost demurely in the middle of the bed he shared with you. You’d gotten out some of Joel’s favorite bondage gear and arranged it on the bed. He raised his eyebrows at you and you smiled proudly. 

“I know what sir likes.” 

He quirked his jaw, trying not to smile back. 

“Yes, you do,” he said. “Such a good girl for me.” 

He knew just what he wanted to do with you. He bound your wrists together over your head, attaching them to the headboard so he could have you on your back or your front before putting you in the spreader bar, opening you to him. The sight of your exposed pussy, dripping and waiting for him, made his mouth water. 

But he wasn’t done with you yet. 

He took out one more thing: the blindfold from your nightstand. 

Joel had always loved toying with your senses, seeing how much more intense your pleasure seemed when you were tensed and waiting for it but not knowing how you’d get it. But he’d never used a blindfold with this combination before. You’d always been free to move as you wanted or restrained by his command or tied completely to the bed. He’d never tried it where he could manipulate your body like this, move you in just the way he wanted so he could use you in just the way he wanted. 

You looked up at him from your position bound to the bed, your eyes a little wide as he held the blindfold. 

“Remember your colors?” He asked. 

“Yes sir.” 

“Remind me.” 

“Green, yellow, red,” you said obediently. 

“Good girl,” he said. “Right now?” 

“Green.” 

“Good,” he said. “Gonna put this on you and I’m gonna take over. You’re going to be mine. All mine. Understand?” 

“Yes,” you breathed. 

“Yes what.” 

“Yes sir,” you said. 

“Good girl,” he said and put the blindfold on you. He took a moment to look at you like this, all spread out for him, ripe and ready for the taking. The trust you had in him to be so vulnerable, the confidence you had to offer yourself so willingly made his heart ache. Fuck, he loved you. 

He unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them slowly, as silently as he could, before freeing his cock. He stroked himself a few times, spreading his precome over his shaft as his eyes lingered on your breasts, trailing over the softness of your stomach to your bared pussy and spread thighs. Fuck, he was going to enjoy this. 

He kept working his cock with one hand as he reached out with the other, watching your face as he brought his fingertips ever so lightly to your wrist, just below where you were bound to the headboard. You gasped at the contact and he trailed his fingers slowly, lightly over the silk of your skin. He continued his path over the crook of your elbow, your arm, your chest, his fingers tracing the outline of your plush breast. But he took his fingers away before he reached your nipple, watching as it pebbled and hardened in anticipation of a touch he wasn’t going to give you. 

You whimpered when he stopped touching you and he smirked at that. 

“So needy already?” He asked. 

“I’m sorry, sir,” you said, voice tight. “I just know how good you make me feel.” 

“Don’t worry,” he said. “Be my good girl and I’ll make you feel good. When I want you to feel good, I’ll make you feel good.” 

He explored your body like that for a while, his fingers getting close to your most sensitive parts, always stopping just short of giving you exactly what you wanted. But you were craving it more and more, he could tell from the tension in your body as he teased you and the way your pussy was fucking weeping for him, your slick making your spread skin glisten. 

“My baby need more?” He asked, standing at the foot of the bed, not touching you at all. 

“Yes,” you panted, squirming as best you could in your bonds. He moved up the bed while you did, silent as he could. “Yes, yes, please sir, I…” 

He took your head firmly in his grasp, making you gasp, and turned it so your mouth was facing him. 

“Open,” he ordered and you obeyed so fast he laughed a little at it as he guided his thick, hard cock to your lips. He pushed inside slow at first, giving you a moment to adjust so you wouldn’t accidentally bite him in shock, but then held your head in place and thrust in quick, all the way to the back of your throat. Your gasp was quieted by his intrusion and he felt you struggle to swallow him. He held himself there, buried in the wet heat of your mouth as you worked to contain him and then started fucking into you there, watching your lips wrap around his shaft, feeling you swallow around him to take him into your throat, your tongue pressing up against the underside of his shaft just the way you knew he liked. 

“There you go,” he praised, his grip on your head tightening. “Just like that, such a good girl for me.” 

His free hand moved to your breast and, when he pushed himself against the back of your throat and held himself there, he took that full, soft mound in his palm, your nipple firm against him as he squeezed and held you. You groaned at that, and he almost did, too, the vibration of your vocal chords and the heat of your mouth and the plush of your tit almost too much for him. 

Almost. 

But he wasn’t ready to come yet, even though filling your pretty throat with his spend sounded so fucking good in that moment as you sucked him. He pulled free of you and you coughed and sputtered, a trail of spit going from your lips to the head of his cock. 

“You’re too damn good at that,” he said, releasing your head and your breast, no part of him touching you anymore. “Color?” 

You panted for breath but didn’t answer. 

“Be a good girl,” he said. “And tell me your color.” 

“G-green,” you managed, chest heaving. 

“Good,” he said before moving quickly, quietly, to the other side of the bed, stopping at your waist. He jerked his cock, gathering your spit from his skin, and carefully aligned two fingers with your leaking entrance, being sure not to touch you anywhere else as he did. He watched your breathing ease, your head still turned toward where he’d just been standing. A false sense of security. But he’d control that, too. He thrust his fingers inside you, swift and hard, and your back arched and you gasped, your channel clenching tight around him. You looked around - as if you could see him, anyway - trying to figure out where he was standing. He helped you figure it out, pressing the heel of his hand into your clit while he took your nipple in his fingers, twisting and pulling just enough to make you whimper. 

“So fuckin’ wet for me,” he worked himself as deep as he could reach, grinding against your clit as he scissored his fingers inside of you. “That what you like? You get off to someone else taking over this gorgeous fuckin’ body of yours, that it?” 

“Yes!” You cried out. You were trying to kick your legs but couldn’t manage it with the spreader bar and Joel smirked, loving what he could do to you. 

“Yes what.” 

“Yes sir!” You said quickly. “Yes sir, yes sir, I love it, fuck!” 

“Go ahead and come for me pretty girl,” he said. “Come for being so good for me.” 

You obeyed, throbbing and fluttering over his fingers, breaths frantic. 

Normally, he’d keep pushing you in an orgasm. Try to pull the strongest one from you he possibly could. Not this time. 

Right at your peak, he pulled his fingers free and he watched as your tight little hole grasped at nothing, leaking and desperate. You whimpered, your fists clenching, and you fidgeted as best you could but he’d taken that outlet away. You were pent up, needy, totally reliant on him and his touch to give you what you were aching for. 

Joel went to the foot of the bed and took the spreader bar in his hands, using it to flip you onto your stomach as your pussy was still fluttering and you cried out as he climbed on the bed between your open legs, grabbing your hips and pulling you into the position he wanted. He lined his cock up quickly and fucked into you hard and fast, bottoming out in your still orgasming cunt in one stroke. 

“Fuck,” he panted, buried totally inside of you as you struggled to get your bearings. He ran a hand up your back, planting it firmly between your shoulder blades to push you further into the mattress before running up to the small of your back. “So fuckin’ pretty, all open for me like this.” 

He started to fuck you then, moving inside you forcefully, savoring the way your body molded to his. You always took him so damn well, your channel so fucking tight and warm and soft and he knew just how to drive you higher, make you needier. 

Joel reached between your spread legs and toyed with your swollen clit and you cried out as he worked you there, bringing you closer and closer to another orgasm before easing his touch, pulling you back from the brink but leaving you even tighter around him. He did it again and again, pushing you further with every motion. The whole time, he was finding new places to touch you, tease you, never giving you a hint at what he was doing next, each new sensation a surprise to build your orgasm more and more.

“Love this tight little pussy,” he panted, driving into you again and again. “Always so good for me, just made to take this cock weren’t you?” 

You didn’t really respond, just giving a muffled little groan. Joel frowned, slowing his pace and relaxing his touch on your clit. 

“Baby,” he said, his voice tight. “You OK?” 

He looked to your hands, you fingers fumbling against themselves and he stopped moving, still inside you. 

“Honey,” he said. “Need a color.” 

Your voice was muffled and then he felt you move, lifting your torso just enough to turn your head. 

“Red,” you panted, voice wet. “Red, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” 

“Shit,” Joel said, pulling out of you gently but moving fast then. He freed your ankles quickly and delicately adjusted you so you were on your back, Your chest was heaving and your face was wet and you kept apologizing over and over. “I’m gonna take off the blindfold, close your eyes so it’s not too bright.” 

You nodded quickly and he gingerly pulled the blindfold off, the fabric wet with your tears. 

“Oh baby,” he said softly, freeing your wrists next and pulling you into his arms. You buried your face into his neck, trembling and crying against him. “You’re alright, it’s OK, I’ve got you.” 

“I’m sorry,” you hiccuped against him. “I really tried not to safe word, I…” 

“What?” He pulled away from you ever so slightly, just enough that he could see your tear-streaked face. 

“I thought I could take it but it was too much but I tried and…” 

“Baby,” he said gently, running his hand over you to cup the back of your head. “Don’t you dare apologize for using your safe word, you hear me?” 

Your eyes searched his and you sniffled, frowning. 

“But…” 

“I’m so proud of you for using it baby,” he said, watching you closely. “You did so good for me. I’m so proud of you for telling me when it was too much, so proud of you for not letting me push you too far. I’m sorry I did. We have the system we do for a reason, so we can explore and push limits and enjoy each other to the fullest but it only works if you use it when you need it. I never want to push you too far, honey, never. You did so good, using your safe word. You were so good for me.” 

“Yeah?” You sniffed. 

“Yeah,” he said, kissing by the corner of your eye, drying your tears with his lips. “So proud of you. So happy that I can call you mine.” 

You nuzzled closer to him, your breaths calmer and deeper now. 

“I was supposed to be taking care of you though,” you said, almost pouting. “I was trying to give you what you needed and I screwed it up.” 

“You didn’t screw up a damn thing,” he said, his lips brushing the crown of your head. “This is part of it, baby. You’re lettin’ me help you, letting me take care of you when you need it. This is something going the way it’s supposed to go - maybe not the me pushing you here part but the part where you told me it was too much? That’s us working how we’re supposed to. I needed something to work and it did. Understand?” 

You nodded into him, pressing yourself closer. He held you like that for a while, rocking you gently until your breaths had calmed and you weren’t crying anymore. You adjusted in his hold, fingers tracing over him, kissing his neck. He groaned a little at that. 

“I still want to take care of you, though,” you said, voice low and a little needy. 

“Don’t need to do that, baby,” he said, forcing himself to not grind his aching cock against you. 

“I know,” you said, pulling back from him. “But I want to. Will you let me, sir?” 

He smiled a little, searching your eyes, making sure you were really in a good place. 

“Alright, baby,” he said. “Take care of me.” 

You smiled and nudged him onto his back and he went where you guided him, grinning a little to himself as he watched you. How’d he get so lucky, having you all to himself? 

You stroked his cock, which quickly went from half-hard to fully erect, and you got this proud little look on your face as you did, as though he’d ever have a prayer of not being hard and needy for you. 

“Can I ride your cock?” You asked, still stroking him. “Please sir?”

“Fuck,” he said, something about you asking permission to be on top making his heart speed up. “Yeah, baby, yes you can.” 

“Thank you, sir,” you said, straddling him. You planted your hands on his chest for balance and eased yourself down onto his firm length and he groaned as he felt you make room for him inside yourself. You started slow, finding a rhythm and an angle that let you grind your clit down against his skin as you worked him before going harder, faster. His hands roamed over you, spreading over your thighs, running over your sides to your breasts, watching the place where he was disappearing into you. His climax was growing fast, already so close before the two of you had stopped before. It had been waiting just below the surface and you were expertly drawing it out of him with every stroke of your tight, wet heat. You felt just so fucking good inside, like you really had been made to take him. You made him come harder than anyone else he’d ever been with, made him more desperate and needy than anyone else ever had and, right now, you seemed bound and determined to make him fill you up. 

Your breaths got faster, needier and your back arched as your pussy got even tighter on him. 

“Fuck, you about to come for me?” He asked, having to clench his jaw to keep from coming himself in that moment. 

“Yes,” you whined. “Yes sir, if it’s OK, I need to come, please sir, please.” 

“Come for me,” he said, rocking his hips up into you and making you cry out. “Come all over my cock, baby.”

You obeyed, gasping “thank you” over and over as your channel throbbed so hard around him it almost hurt. Your hips stilled, holding him deep inside and he ground himself deeper, your orgasm triggering his own. He pulled your hips down on him, holding himself so deep inside you as he came, feeling you as close as he possibly could. 

You collapsed on him as your orgasm eased, panting for breath as you nuzzled into his chest, his cock still throbbing within you. He put his arms around you, holding your soft warmth close, breathing in the smell of your hair and skin tinged with sex as he did. 

“How are we doing, pretty girl?” He asked eventually, his hand tracing a slow, soothing pattern over your spine. 

“I’m good,” you said, voice light and airy and completely blissed out. He chuckled a little at that and you sat up ever so slightly from him. “How are you? That is the real question.” 

“Oh, I’m amazin’,” he smiled and kissed you lightly. 

“Better than when you got home?” You asked, hopeful. 

“So much better, baby,” he said, kissing your lips again before going to your cheek, your throat, tugging you closer again as his cock softened inside you. “Take such good care of me.” 

You hummed happily and kissed his chest. 

“Can I keep taking care of you?” You asked. 

“You feelin’ up for that?” He frowned, his hand stilling on your lower back. “Don’t want you pushing it.” 

“I know,” you said. “I had planned to cook tonight but I was thinking we can order dinner instead. Chinese? General Tso’s chicken and egg rolls and beer?” 

“Sounds amazing,” he gave you a squeeze. 

“Then we can watch Curtis and Viper IV,” you said, kissing his chest. “They just put it on Amazon. As long as you promise to cuddle me during, of course.” 

He laughed a little. 

“Good luck stopping me,” he said and you sat up from him a little, smiling down at him, making him stretch up to kiss you for a change. “Thank you, baby. Don’t know how I got so lucky with you.” 

“Back at ya,” you smiled and, as the two of you went to get cleaned up, Joel knew that the rest of his week was going to be better. After all, he had you.

[just-an-emily-existing]

Ok so this is definitely inspired by @mean-scarlet-deceiver so thx for that! I just wanted to rant about Duck's little resistance to being ordered about by the controllers but not engines and so on

Soooo lets start off with Duck, he’s obviously Great Western and very proud of it, he’s able to tackle pretty much anything given to him, except for the possible mistreatment of him by his controller(s). ⤵️

During the time he was sent over to Sodor, (Summer of 1955 according to the wiki) Dieselization was taking over everywhere, the U.K, America, you name it, and getting rid of Steamies was a huge trend, by scrapping or just straight up abandoning them (Cue Percy going on his “They don’t repair them” speech) and it really makes me wonder, was Duck ever mistreated or worse, going to be scrapped but was saved by STH just in time? Cuz we’ve seen that GWR isn’t afraid to get rid of their steam engines like Oliver. Which brings me to another point but I’ll do that in a sec. With Duck, he seems to admire his railway so much that he just pushes those beliefs onto his peers while Oliver doesn’t really talk about his railway much, probably traumatised from his whole scrap escape.

Engines like Duck on GWR we’re probably easy to get rid of since they were so compliant and obedient. But with Duck, yes he stand up for himself to his peers, but not to STH. When he asks Duck to go to Edward's station, he does nothing, only gives him a tearful, “As you wish sir…”. It shows that Duck is still not really a suck-up to his controller, but is definitely obedient and just takes it. When Diesel tries to call STH “The Fat Controller” Duck cuts him off and corrects him. It’s very interesting how Duck is so willing to stick up for his controller, maybe even if they’re not so kind to him.

But then again, in “Diesel does it again”, Duck goes on a little strike with Percy to tell him that they refuse to work with Diesel but still Duck seems to be scared, saying “Beg pardon” and saying sir a lot. He seems even more scared when the narrator says, “In a quiet, hurt voice” which gives me the assumption that he feels betrayed, maybe thinking like “Why did he do this, I thought he solved the problem?” Later in the episode, Duck and Percy say, “What will TFC say? He won’t like it!” Which Diesel retorts with “Who's going to tell him I wonder? Not some goody-two shoes like you!” Which makes Duck and Percy shut up for the rest of the episode until Diesel gets more defiant and STH gets rid of him anyway. It really shows how even STH engines can be swayed by characters like Diesel, or maybe other bullies that they’ve had to face. With Duck informing STH about how others would say he “waddles” probably so which is why he doesn’t take shit from others now.

All in all, Duck is a very interesting character when you get past the GWR loving side of him. He’s not all rules and order, he’s also a dreamer, wanting to explore other lands or a bit of a mischievous character, messing with Diesel when he first arrives or with Henry and his 6 tender. I wish they did more with Duck instead of going with “He loves the GWR”

But for characters like Oliver who’ve had a bad experience with his railway, he probably isn't too fond of them, and doesn’t really talk about them much, but one thing Oliver has that Duck doesn’t is being swayed by the opinions of others so much he gets too cocky and ends up in the turntable, which Duck probably made fun of him for years. Although Oliver may have been jaded by his railway, he was quickly humbled by the next. But Oliver and Duck are both kinda scared of their controllers, with Duck being obedient and Oliver being scared he'll get sent away again by STH after ripping Scruffy apart. There’s that sense of fear for those above you with them and I wish we got more on their background and why that fear is always there. Even thought Oliver probably wants nothing more to do with GWR, he's still painted in their colors after being saved. He seems happy but honestly if I was him, I would’ve chosen literally any other color than the one from the railway that was going to kill me.

I wonder if Oliver feels betrayed by his railway, does he still respect them, does he hate them? It just makes me wonder what are his feelings for them now? I’m sure Duck and Oliver get into fights about how the GWR is or isn’t as good as the other thinks. We’ve seen Oliver retort back to Duck with “The Great Western Way, I know! And you’re doing it the wrong way.” So unlike Duck, Oliver isn't afraid to give a little clap-back to his railway.

Oliver is also an interesting character, we never really know about his time on the GWR besides that he was going to be scrapped by them, and we never really get any more info about the GWR. We see characters like Mr. Percival who runs the Skarloey Railway and such, but never the GWR. It’s all up for the fans like me I guess

Anyway I think I’m done yapping so tysm to everyone who read this!

[iamtheratlord]

man im like genuinely so curious like whats up with toichirei? im not a hater im just confused, like whats up with you being so obsessed with it and this is totally an invitation for you to rant about it and give me a whole essay on it if you wanna

I’ll do my best to describe, I’m not too great at describing stuff. I suppose my first thought is that I like their dynamic, Reigen is this guy who’s lied and schemed his way into and out of things who believes that there’s nothing really great about him, that underneath his lies there’s nothing there for anyone to like, but he’s kind, he genuinely cares for Mob and gave Serizawa a second chance, he’s helped a ton of people, even in just small ways. But despite how many people he’s helped he’s lonely.

Toichiro is just awful, he ran claw for years, was a horrible father, a horrible husband, he never did anything good. But he realized he was wrong, about everything, after his fight with Mob. in the end he’s nothing special, and because he spent so long believing he was above others, he isolated himself. And now he’s alone, the only person who might be on his side is Shou, who believes he could do better, but even then after everything he probably doesn’t believe he deserves that second chance. 

Reigen probably, definitely, hates him at first. I mean he basically tried to kill his student, he manipulated Serizawa for years, he was terrible to Shou. of course he doesn’t like him. Now idk exactly how they’d meet again, but I do think Toichiro had an interest in Reigen from the moment he saw him, it’s not everyday a powerless man walks up to you with all the confidence he can muster, and with a gun he knows probably won’t work, and dares to shoot you with it then seconds later try to punch you. All to save one student. (well technically to stop him from taking over but still Reigen was mostly worried about Mob in that situation) He definitely earned his respect.

No matter how they meet again, I think things develop slowly, reigen grows to like him more when he sees Toichiro put genuine effort into changing. And I think toichiro appreciates reigen giving him a second chance despite his distaste for him. They’re both lonely people and that allows them to connect further. 

One thing that drives me crazy is that in a character interview for Toichiro they ask why he married his wife and he says because of her big heart, and then when I look at Reigens character profile it says that he has a kind heart, so i 100% interpret that to mean Reigen is definitely his type and he loves Reigens kind heart. But I also think that means he might feel he doesn’t deserve to be with Reigen. Someone so kind shouldn’t be with a villain like him, but everyone changes, it’s only constant in life. So maybe he has a chance. 

I also like to think of them in terms of the sun and moon dynamic, but they’re both suns. Reigen, I think of him like a nurturing sun, warm and comforting. While Toichiro is a burning inferno, a sun that burns everything it touches. But that’s a much simpler description than what i said before.

I also just think they’re cute. I love the angst of it all, the loneliness, the self loathing, n stuff, like maybe Toichiro still yearns for his wife and is just using Reigen as a distraction from her (and yet maybe he falls for him anyway). Like I love that idea, but I think the idea of a more stern and serious Toichirou with the more easygoing and silly Reigen (i know reigen has his serious moments too but compared to Toi he’s sillier)without any of that angst, is just a fun thing to think about and one of my favorite ship dynamics. Anyway Idk if any of this really makes any sense or if I described it well, I feel like I could keep writing but I don’t wanna ramble too much. Also thanks for asking nicely, I understand this ship isn't a lot of peoples cup of tea

[gravitysaint]

okay okay okay, i’m on my premium bullshit today. take a seat and grab a coffee because this is gonna be a long one

i have a theory for the Magnus Protocol, and I am so not normal about it that I need to rant. Spoilers ahead for literally any part of the show from ep. 1 to ep. 23

Okay so, with this latest case, i think the supernatural shenanigans of Protocol have less to do with the Fears and more to do with self-image and identity

A bunch of cases have been about this—I won’t go on about all of them, just a few that i think either really point towards this or that i think can be seen as decently convincing when looked at another way.

The most obvious ones, to me, are Episodes 2, 16, and 23.

In 2, ‘Making Adjustments,’ the artist is literally reshaping herself to fit with her image of her “ideal self.” She’s pushing the “her” she wants to be out into the real world. It doesn’t escape my notice that Ink5oul is involved—don’t worry, I have words about them later.

In 16, ‘Anti-Social,’ Madam E (another Ink5oul victim/canvas) becomes wrapped up in her online identity and image—comments physically affect them, and when those turn into a stream of hate… well, it breaks her heart.

In 23, ‘A New You,’ I barely feel like I need to explain. The whole case is Alesis pursuing and following through with a means to become her ideal self. She goes through the entire process willingly and with the express intent to become the person she wishes she could be.

As for the ones that will need some more explaining, I’m mainly thinking of 10 and 13.

‘Saturday Night’ reveals everyone’s favourite children’s mascot/government hitman, Mr. Bonzo, and gives some background on him. Mr. Bonzo was a gag character in Nigel’s late night show. Not only did someone in a Bonzo costume do some murdering, but… Bonzo himself took over Nigel’s show and ‘imprisonment’ in the comedy dungeon due to his popularity. Perhaps this sort of thing got to Nigel, and he saw his life—because the show did seem to be his life’s work—being taken over by the mascot, and then saw that same mascot with blood on his hands. Perhaps Nigel made a monster out of Bonzo in his head, and that monster was made manifest… somehow. Or maybe some kid who loved and idolised Bonzo saw the murders and felt like a monster themselves, spiralling until they became Bonzo a la Episode 23, then attached themselves to Nigel because, well… Nigel and Bonzo were always together.

‘Futures’ is a bit simpler, I think. Darrien wanted to be rich again. He saw himself as “one of the elite,” as evidenced by his attitude and the company he kept when his experience started. His desire and ideal of richness lead to him throwing himself into worse and worse situations for more and more money… until, i think, he realised he needed to stop. He realised that his life had just turned into destroying himself for money, and he was ready to stop that… so he stopped seeing himself as “someone doing whatever it takes to get rich” and instead saw himself as “someone destroying themselves.” And the money stopped, just like that.

Now, for Ink5oul and alchemy. Every Magnus Institute case (the ones from their records/research, anyways), has mentioned the terms “subject,” “agent,” and “catalyst.”

These terms are pretty generic, but we pretty much know the Institute was deep in alchemy, and alchemy is, in essence, the art/science of transformations.

Transformations based on self-image and identity, perhaps.

The subject is what changes (Madam E, Daria, Alesis). The catalyst is what starts/actualises/accelerates the change (Ink5oul’s tattoos, Alesis’s “piece”). The agent is what sets things in motion to change in the first place (Ink5oul is the current main example of this).

This is already really long and I’m basically just rambling at this point, so I’ll stop. This could be the most surface-level take or a complete swing and a miss, but I like thinking about things like this, so oh well

[boyinafandom]

Hitting The Curve

Notes;

Modern day au

Y/n is gender neutral

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Spencer, knew he liked you. It was only friendly of course. Your his coworker.

Why would he ever want to date you? Sure, you’re just as smart as him, listen to him rant on and on without getting bored. And-Oh- another thing, out of every one in and outside of the office he seems to be the only person you’re ever actually nice to.

So he didn’t really understand why he got this tingling all over his body and why his mind went blank and his face got hot when you simply leaned on his arm..ok maybe let me be more specific..

You, him and Derek, had been talking about how much you liked cd’s, he doesn’t really remember how you guys got here, because he was reading and only inserted himself into the conversation when you asked what kind of music he liked.

“Classical.”

He stated simply

(This is important for later)

After a few seconds to long of silence, he spoke up again

“Or opera”

He watched you nod, Not really caring what Derek had to say in this moment, that’s what was odd about how he felt about you. He craved you’re attention. He yearned for it.

But anyway. Back to the story.

“Uh huh..”

You nodded

“I don’t really listen to music though, I prefer vinyl’s in all honesty”

He did.

“Oh yes! That was the subject at hand.”

You lightened

“I prefer cd’s, I do use my phone for music, of course,it’s only natural this day In age. But I just like the feel of having a physical copy of things.”

“I should know, I’ve seen the atrocious amount of cd racks you have in your living room”

Derek chimed. Chuckling. But all Spencer could think about was that Derek Morgan. The womanizer, got himself into your house, and did what?

“Well duh. Everyone saw it.when I said “don’t mind the racks” I wasn’t talking about money. I literally meant racks. Like of CD’s.”

You rolled you’re eyes playfully, like it was some big inside joke he wasn’t apart of…

“Uh- if I may ask- what kind of music do you listen to?”

He felt like a kid, asking out the hottest girl in his freshmen class (who. For him, was like 4 years older then him. Not the point but also…kind of the point)

“You may”-you Plato-“I listen to a lot of stuff, it’s kind of hard to explain it, it really depends on my mood in the moment. But if I had to pinpoint a specific genre it would probably be /insert your favorite/ most listened to genre here/ but over all I listen to just about anything.”

You shrug, pleased with you’re explanation.like a content cat.

“I actually have a few on me right now”

You only really seemed happy when you talked about things you liked…you were happy when you talked to him…so by proxy,you liked him..

“Oh god..here we go…”

Derek practically groaned

He heard Rosie chuckle on the other side of the jet

You smile, and pull out a CD holder

“Oh that looks like a lot more then a few..”

Spencer says, kind of just staring at it, like he’s trying to find something interesting to say, but he just can’t, like, the words won’t come to him.

And then it’s like your brain sparks a wire

“What if I got you a CD? Any one you want, I’ll find one and get it for you? How does that sound?”

You say, leaning on his shoulder and smiling

“You don’t have to answer, I’m gonna get you one anyway…trust.”

And like that his heart was on fire.

That was the moment he realized he was in love with you, or, that it was leading to love, that It would get that far. That he liked you as much as he did, the way you smiled, and leaned against his arm in the jet seat, how you, looked at him. The boy genius. The man who’s only good trait was his brain.

Time froze. Thank god for his memory. Because he’s never gonna forget this moment. ever.

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This is also on wattpad! So if you want to keep up with it easer the tag is “boyinafandomtumblr”

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Part 2

[tgmsunmontue]

Take more chances, dance more dances 2/2

~12k EXPLICIT Hangster AU Meet!Cute with Jake as the best man at Natasha and Javy's wedding and Bradley is the instructor teaching them how to dance... (Side Mav/Cyclone (and vaguest hints of Javy/Nat/Bob if you're looking))

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

                They didn’t exchange numbers, there was no need to when there’s already been an email with Bradley’s number right there on the bottom. He enters it into his phone and adds a couple of eggplant emojis because he’s nothing if not honest with himself about what he’s entering the number into his phone for. He doesn’t send a message though, he entered his own number into the sign-up sheet when he did the health and safety forms. Bradley can also contact him if he wants.

                He can wait a couple of days.

                Maybe.

…             …             …

                “What are you drinking?” Jake asks, taking a sip from the side.

                “It’s a mojito…”

                Huh. That’s the smell of the body wash Bradley uses. Just the scent has his dick stirring in his pants and he can’t believe he’s somehow developed a Pavlovian response to a scent combo from one time.

…             …             …

                It’s been niggling at the back of his head, what Natasha Trace had said, about wanting to bring their wedding forward. Jake talking about needing a grateful to be alive connection and he wonders. There is a lot that Mav can’t and won’t tell him, but he’d kind of hoped the days of him nearly dying while flying were over. Apparently not. He’s already dealt with too much in the last two months; the phone call about Mav being missing and Ice’s funeral. And now there’s a third thing. Of course there is. These things always come in fucking threes, even if Mav is clearly alive and well.

                He needs to talk to Mav.

                He has nothing in his schedule until after lunch, the morning meant to be for personal practice and yoga and choreography for the students he’s coaching at competition level. None of that is important though, he needs to reassure himself that Mav is in fact alive and well and he pulls up out front of his house twenty minutes later.

                “Bradley, hey buddy. Wasn’t expecting to see you today.”

                “I know. I just needed to see you though. See that you’re alive.”

                Mav’s eyes go sharp at that, and Bradley knows, knows they have both had nightmares about his dad dying. His own nightmares morphed into Mav dying. And he’s lost his mom and Ice to cancer. He has Mav and Aunty Sarah and Uncle Slider and their kids but…

                “You almost died on your last mission huh?”

                “What? How did you – Why do you think that?”

                “Call it an educated guess, which you just confirmed. What the fuck Mav… I’ve already had to deal with one phone call telling me that you were fucking missing and then find out you almost died on a different mission? When you told me you were going to start taking it easy this isn’t what I envisioned!”

                “I’m retiring.”

                The quick statement pulls him up and stops his internal rant.

                “What?”

                “Two ejections… almost dying more than once. Losing Ice. I think those days are all behind me.”

                “Two ejections! You won’t be cleared to fly again anyway. Holy shit. You’re like a fucking cat. It’s a wonder your skeleton isn’t rattling itself out of your body… fucking hell…”

                “Yeah well. It’s a little harder to get moving in the morning now.”

                “Yeah, I bet. You should start doing yoga with me.”

                “Well, I’ll have time. What with the whole retiring thing…”

                “I’ve heard those words before,” he says, still skeptical.

                “I mean them this time…”

                Bradley hums, takes in the somber expression on Mav’s face and realizes he might actually be serious.

                “Okay… well. I’ve got plenty of stuff you can help with.”

                “I haven’t suddenly gotten better at dancing.”

                “I wasn’t asking you to dance. Pretty sure you can fix my aircon unit though…”

                “Yeah, I can take a look at it.”

…             …             …

                The next time the four of them walk into the dance studio he has a better idea of what to expect. Has been anticipating it since he left Bradley’s apartment on Monday night. What he doesn’t expect is the freezing Arctic temperature. It’s not that hot outside. They’re going to need to go and get jackets.

                “Hey guys, sorry about the temperature. We had someone look at the aircon, and they got it working but broke the thermostat so it’s either stuck on cooling or heating and we have no control over anything in between. I’ll turn it off now,” Cheryl says, and she’s wearing a puffer jacket and walking toward the control panel. She’s also wearing dance attire, a short sparkly dress, probably fairly revealing on top which has lead to the puffer jacket. Definitely not what she’d been wearing on Monday and he wonders what class is happening later that warrants her wearing it. Wonders what Bradley might be wearing. He spies him coming through the door then, and unfortunately it’s simply black pants and t-shirt, although Jake has to admit he does make it look good.

                “Hey guys, good to see you again,” he greets, gives Jake a slow smile which makes him feel warm. Yeah. “Have you guys practiced your steps?”

                They have, one night with probably too much alcohol involved for it to be beneficial, but they’re not difficult steps. Bradley takes them through them, corrects them a little but is pretty complimentary on the whole.

                “So we’re going to partner up tonight. Nat, you and Javy obviously. Bob, you’ll dance with Cheryl. Jake… you’re with me.”

                Of course there are eye rolls, smirks and snorts but Jake doesn’t fucking care. He’s not ashamed that he’s had sex with Bradley, and clearly Bradley isn’t ashamed, just gives Jake a wink that tells him he’s maybe remembering their night together.

                Dancing with Bradley feels like foreplay, his body reacting without his permission and Bradley seems to know it too. Asshole. His hands brush over Jake just a little longer than necessary, his eyes falling to Jake’s lips and god he wants. He’s definitely supporting a half-chub, knows Bradley knows it, with all the times he’s brushed up against Jake for no reason, because the waltz doesn’t fucking call for body contact like that. He knows that much. As Bradley pauses, walks them through the steps, the corner-turns, Jake lets his mind wander. Bradley’s apartment is upstairs, scene of the crime as it were, and neither of them have messaged, but there’s interest there. He didn’t think he’d feel this horny after getting such a good lay on Monday, but apparently his body knows when he’s onto a good thing.

                “You got another class after this?” Jake asks as they turn into and out of a corner, and he can’t remember the steps exactly, but Bradley is very easy to lead.

                “Sure do.”

                “Want me to come back around finishing time?”

                “Or we could go upstairs and use my thirty-minute break far more creatively than I would otherwise.”

                “Yeah?”

                “Oh yeah…”

                He somehow manages the rest of the lesson without getting fully erect or dry-humping Bradley while dancing. He hopes Javy and Nat appreciate how much restraint he’s showing. Of course it doesn’t stop them sending him knowing looks when he says he’ll see them later, flicks them a one-fingered salute and heads toward the door he knows leads to Bradley’s apartment. Can hear Bradley coming up the stairs behind him, his hand reaching around to push open the door to his apartment, guiding Jake in with his body.

                Bradley doesn’t waste any time, drops to his knees and is deftly working Jake’s belt and jeans open, tugging them down, mouth already letting out puffs of warm air on Jake’s exposed skin.

                “Jesus fuck…”

                “We’re on a time crunch, don’t even think of holding back okay?”

                He doesn’t bother answering, just nods, because holding back wasn’t an option considering how he’s been half-hard for the last hour, far harder now with Bradley’s mouth brushing along the sensitive skin of his cock. Then there’s the tear of foil and a condom being rolled down and his cock is encased in tight hot heat as Bradley’s mouth follows the roll of latex down.

                “Fuck…”

                Bradley just hums, the gentle vibration magnifying as it travels through Jake’s body until he’s also vibrating with pleasure. He’s at Bradley’s mercy, his fingers stroking at Jake’s balls, mouth sucking hard, with distinct purpose and he lets himself just sink into the sensations. Enjoy the confident movements of a man who knows and wants to bring about pleasure as fast as fucking possible. He jerks as Bradley swallows around him, the heat and pressure ramping up for the briefest of moments before it’s back to rapid sucking. He’s not getting the opportunity to settle into any rhythm and he can appreciate the commitment Bradley clearly has to getting this over and done with as quickly as possible.

                He doesn’t let himself feel embarrassed by how quickly he comes, hopes Bradley takes it as a compliment that Jake is as clearly as goal focused as he is and he whines and reaches for Bradley, wants to return the favor rather desperately.

                “Uh uh. I’m going to save this for later… if you’re going to be here later. You can stay. If you want. Have a nap or shower and then we can have round two when I’m finished.”

                “Sounds perfect, I’ll wait here,” Jake says, letting himself slump against the wall so his legs will have less to worry about regarding balance and keeping him upright.

                “Help yourself to the food in the fridge and freezer.”

                “Wait, what are you going to eat?”

                “I’m going to slam back a protein shake and a banana, brush my teeth and hope like hell Cheryl hasn’t already blabbed about what I’ve been up to. I’ll see you later.”

                He gives Jake a quick kiss, his smirk clearly amused as Jake just stands there, dazed, his cock still out and wrapped, jeans around his knees and likely looking as blown away as he feels. He realizes quickly, once Bradley’s clearly gone. That he’s pretty much trapped, either he walks through the dance studio to exit the building, or he just stays where he is.

                Round two it is then.

                Easiest decision ever.

…             …             …

                “So how did you get into dancing anyway?” Jake asks him, looking thoroughly wrecked and Bradley approves of the look.

                He’d come up from his class, really needing a shower, to find Jake already in said shower, stretching himself open. It had taken a matter of minutes of Jake’s hands and mouth on him for him to be hard, enough time to feel suitably rinsed off and then they’d been back in bed. And now Jake is making conversation as opposed to running for the door and he approves of that too.

                “Ha. It’s… Well. I was an idiot and took my step-dad’s bike, crashed it and almost killed myself. I had a lot of rehab. A lot. Swimming and dancing were the ones which made me feel like I could get back to enjoying life again. And it turned out that dancing and music were just something that came easy to me.”

                “A natural huh?”

                “I guess. My mom was a dancer.”

                “Dancers do have a lot going for them…”

                Bradley snorts in amusement, because that’s not the worst pick-up line he’s heard, but it’s close. Jake doesn’t need to use pick-up lines though, he’s already in Bradley’s bed.

…             …             …

                It carries on like that for a couple of weeks, Jake simply hanging around after his lesson, them falling into bed after Bradley’s class. They end up hooking up three, four or even five times a week, always after Bradley is finished with his classes. It’s been a long time since he’s had so much sex, so regular. It’s super convenient and Bradley finds he also enjoys Jake’s company, when he deigns to stay a little longer. He doesn’t mind the whole getting sex on the regular, but is a little surprised when he enters the dance hall and sees Jake loitering near the water cooler.

                “Hey. Didn’t expect to see you today.”

                “Javy and Phoenix are doing cake tasting. Which seems a little weird considering his favorite is strawberry-vanilla and hers is chocolate. Just… I don’t understand weddings.”

                “You and me both, although I’m glad they often feature a first dance. Keeps me busy.”

                “And are you? Busy that is?”

                “Well, I actually have a community class today. It’s a free dance lesson and anyone can come along. I get a lot of kids. You don’t have to hang around.”

                “And if I want to?”

                “Well, I won’t stop you.”

                The room fills with dozens of people, most of them kids but none younger than about six or seven actually come onto the dance floor part of the room. There’s plenty of parents sitting on this side, keeping the younger kids entertained. He usually does two circles of dancers, one inner and one outer but he glances over at Jake and remembers their first meeting.

                “In honor of my friend Jake here I thought we’d do a little line dancing today, which is his specialty. Him and I will show you a demonstration and then we’ll see what we can teach you okay?”

…             …             …

                Jake laughs and shakes his head, because he hasn’t done line dancing properly in years, but he did do it for many many years, is still dragged out every time he goes home and he remembers everything; his parents wouldn’t let his forget this big a part of their family tradition and time together. Easy as breathing. Just not something he usually broadcasts, but he’s going to enjoy this.

                “Four wall dance to a thirty-two count? No hooks, no bridges? Right?”

                That gets Bradley attention and Jake smirks at the flash of arousal he sees in Bradley’s eyes. He was right, dancing does turn him on. Jake is prepared to rock his world if he’s going to think making Jake do a little line dancing is going to make him uncomfortable. He’s got tone on this type of dancing if nothing else.

                “You’ve been holding out on me Lieutenant…”

                “I haven’t been holding out at all.”

                Bradley throws his head back and laughs, delighted and Jake grins, pleased with himself.

                “Okay everyone, we’re going to let Jake show us his fancy foot work, I’m going to try and keep up with him, and then we’ll show you something you can all learn. Sound good?”

                There’s a little cheer, and this is obviously the format that Bradley uses every time and Jake shakes out his shoulders and rolls his neck, loosening up, wondering what music Bradley is going to put on, trusts him to know what will make a more interesting demo anyway. When the first words announce Good time he barks out a laugh. Of course. He gestures to the empty space beside him, quirks his eyebrow at Bradley expectantly. Bradley steps in, accepts the challenge Jake is laying down and fuck this is fun.

                He counts in and kicks off, seeing Bradley following out of the corner of his eye, and as he steps, kicks and toe struts his way through the first quarter-turn. He says the moves, broadcasting what he’s about to do give Bradley a chance to keep up and he does; grinning the whole time and Jake had forgotten how much fun this is. He adds more complexity as soon as Bradley seems to have got it, changing from wall to wall although he keeps the primary steps the same, knows Bradley might try and teach this and wants to give him a chance of it making it look a little similar. The song is only five minutes long, comes to an end far sooner than he’d like, is enjoying dancing like this with Bradley and he’s enjoying it too if the look he’s giving Jake is anything to go by. He’d thought he’d seen all of Bradley’s bedroom eyes after three weeks but this is a new one.

                “Holy shit, you can dance. Fuck you’re hot when you move like that… no wonder you’ve picked up the waltz so easily.”

                “You think so huh?”

                “God yes. You able to stay? Want you to fuck me.”

                Jake doesn’t know if he’s ever going to quite get used to Bradley just blatantly stating what he wants, no coy games or making him guess.

                “Yeah, okay. We can do that.”

                “Good. Now I have to get through the rest of this session with a semi, so thanks for that.”

                “You’re welcome darlin’, anytime…”

                “Promises promises,” Bradley says, walking backwards away from Jake but his grin is lascivious and he is indeed noticeably half-hard in his pants.

…             …             …

                He’s ready to kill him. He’s somehow fixed and re-broken the AC. Decided the water cooler needed upgrading, which has resulted in them now having to hire a replacement until a proper repair man comes. Bradley’s car needed an oil change, which had gone smoothly, but then he’d decided to tune it, and of course it’s now in pieces. He’s lucky he can walk pretty much everywhere he needs to go.

                “Mav, seriously, what is up with you? You need to find something to do which isn’t breaking everything of mine that you touch. Please.”

                “I’m bored.”

                “Yeah, no shit. Surely there’s someone else you can annoy.”

                The expression on Mav’s face breaks his heart and fuck, he realizes it’s usually Ice that Maverick annoyed and he reaches for him, hugs him, feels guilty that he hadn’t realized earlier.

                “I miss him too. Have you thought about going and helping Sarah with her grandkids though? Would that help?”

                “Maybe. They make me feel old.”

                “Mav… “

                “Don’t say it.”

                Bradley huffs, gives Mav a quick squeeze and steps away, ignores the quick swipe Mav takes at his eyes.

                “You want to come to the wedding with me? They’ve given me a plus-one.”

                “You mean Javy and Natasha’s wedding?”

                “Yeah. Is there another wedding coming up that I should know about?”

                “No… but I’m not going as your plus one. Take Hondo. Even Beau would be a better option than me…” Oh. There’s an idea. “Actually, you want to do something truly scary Mav? Ask Beau to be your plus-one to the wedding.”

                “Cyclone isn’t interested in me like that.”

                “What, so he might say no? Is the great Maverick Mitchell a little scared of rejection?” Bradley goads, because he learnt from Ice that one of the best ways to get Mav to do something was tell him he either couldn’t, or he’d somehow fail if he did. And Bradley has a pretty good hunch that Beau won’t say no.

…             …             …

                “Uh, so I know it’s really late notice, but I was wondering if you’d come to the wedding as my date…”

                Bradley laughs and shakes his head, looks up then and realizes Jake has taken that the wrong way, expression shuttering to cool indifference and he doesn’t want that. He presses himself against Jake, nibbles on his ear and kisses along his jaw and enjoys the fine scrape of stubble against his lip.

                “I actually already got asked to be someone’s plus one to the wedding. Just this morning in fact…” Bradley says, rolling his hips against the swell of Jake’s ass. “And I turned them down. Was sort of hoping for a better offer…”

                “Oh?” Jake asks, and he sounds curious and Bradley pulls back so he can see his grin.

                “Yeah… and yes. I’d like to go with you.”

                “Glad to hear it…”

…             …             …

                Bradley is happy with how they look, their last practice before the actual wedding day in three days and they’re gliding across the floor beautifully. Natasha and Javy seem relaxed and happy, their respective sisters here for this final lesson and Jake and Bob look equally good although he misses dancing with Jake himself. He’s a little surprised when they switch partners, Bob suddenly switching to dance with Javy, who has clearly been learning how to both lead and be lead. Jake takes Natasha and the sisters pair off, one of them also taking the lead and he feels a little in the dark about the whole thing but he’s not disappointed. He could have helped if he’d known this was something they wanted.

                He chances a quick glance at Jake, who’s just looking softly pleased with the whole thing and he wonders if it was a bit more spur of the moment. There’s learning to do something with no intention of ever showing anyone, and then doing this. It’s not like it’s their actual wedding reception, however he’s starting to get an inkling that maybe it would be fine if it was. They switch partners again, this time Bob with Natasha and Jake with Javy. Jake is now being lead and he feels a flash of what he thinks is annoyance and he’s not sure what he’s annoyed about exactly. Then Jake is peeling off and grinning at him.

                “You wanna take me for a spin?”

                “You know I do…” Bradley says, and then he’s leading Jake across the floor in a waltz, and Jake’s not as practiced as he is when he’s leading, but it’s still passable and Bradley realizes that he’d maybe been jealous rather than annoyed. Huh.

                “I don’t have a class tonight. There’s a two-week break. Was wondering if you maybe wanted to go and get dinner?”

                “You mean you eat proper food? Not just protein shakes?”

                “Shut up, my main meal is lunch because I have more time to cook during the day. You want to go and eat or not?”

                “Think I can be persuaded.”

…             …             …

                Natasha and Javy manage to get him alone, asking him if he’d like to attend their wedding and he laughs, says he’s already coming and wonders briefly why Jake hasn’t told them he’s got Bradley coming as his date. Both sets of eyebrows go up when he tells them and he’s not sure how to take it.

…             …             …

                He didn’t know if they were going to be wearing their dress uniforms or suits, but clearly they’ve gone with suits and Jake looks drop dead gorgeous. He looks good normally, but in a form-fitting suit he is stunning. Everyone else looks good too, all of them unfairly good looking really, but it’s Jake that holds his attention and he realizes then that maybe he’s starting to fall a little in love. That wasn’t his plan, and he feels a little disconcerted, because Jake will be leaving. Will forget him and just move on to better and brighter things, far away from Bradley. He needs to be realistic and prepare for that eventuality.

                The wedding ceremony is late in the day on a Thursday, held in a small chapel not far from the base and he’s had to get a ride from Beau and Mav, which is amusing (for many reasons, not least Beau insisting on driving) however also annoying, seeing as his car is still not functional; or in one piece. The ceremony is quick but sincere, he likes the fact that both Javy and Natasha have a best-man and a bridesmaid each, clearly not holding to any particular traditions or societal expectations. There’s about fifty people in attendance, and having spent so much time with the wedding party over the last four weeks he actually feels like he knows them quite well, although Bob is wearing a ring on his ring finger and he would swear he never wore one before.

                Natasha and Javy almost run up the aisle in their delight, their best men following behind them and Jake winks at him as he goes past, he rolls his eyes but can’t resist smiling. The bride and groom’s sister follow much more sedately, looking bemused at the whoops of congratulations happening from excitable family and friends. There are photos outside, Bradley stands off to the side with Mav and Beau, although Mav gets called up to have photos with the bride and groom, and then Beau is called up as well. He’s glad he just gets called up for a large group photo and then he expects the wedding party to disappear for more photos but instead they’re all heading to the restaurant of a hotel for dinner and he finds himself back in the backseat of Beau’s car again.

…             …             …

                The function room is nicely set out, a sliding divider-wall making the room smaller and more intimate. There’s a decently sized dance floor to one side, decorations and flowers and this feels far more traditionally wedding-like and he suspects it’s the hotels doing rather than personal preference on behalf of either Natasha or Javy. He leaves Mav and Beau as soon as he can, grabs a glass of champagne and walks in any direction that is away from them, stilted conversation and all. It’s weird hearing them try to be polite to each other.

                “I forgot you said that Mav was a family friend…” Jake says, coming up beside him and Bradley opens his mouth and then shuts it again. Looks across to Mav who is still awkwardly talking with Beau who looks either amused or terrified, Bradley’s not actually sure.

                “Uh… Yeah. I mean… he is. But… didn’t he tell you?”

                “Tell me what?” Jake asks, also looking towards Mav, eyebrow quirking upwards as he takes in the fact he’s almost touching Beau with his hand, clearly uncertain, which is an odd look on him. They’ve been dancing around each other for fucking years, and not literally dancing, if it had been actual dancing they would have fucked by now. He knows Beau has been unable to do or say anything with the differences in rank, but now that Mav is officially retired he’s hopeful that maybe they’ll both come to their collective senses. “Did they come together?”

                “Yeah, with me in the backseat. This is their first date. Mav is like my dad.”

                “What?”

                “Uh… which part?”

                “You came with them… and this is their first – wait. Maverick is your dad?”

                “No. My dad was his RIO. Mav is my godfather, though he pretty much raised me after my dad died. I can’t believe you didn’t know. Shit. Sorry. I seriously thought he would have mentioned it. I would have mentioned it if I had thought you didn’t know.”

                “No… just the whole family friend thing.”

                “Well, that’s not wrong either, it’s just not quite the whole picture. Anyway, Mav has been bored out of his mind since he retired. He took my car and it’s now in fucking pieces at his hangar, leaving me without a car. And those two have been… antagonistic toward each other, for years, and I was pretty sure it was unresolved sexual tension and watching them now, I know it was.”

                “That explains some things.”

                “Does it?”

                “Yeah. Pretty sure if Admiral Simpson said the sky was blue Mav would somehow disagree just to annoy him…”

                “Oh yeah. Mav annoys the people he loves. It’s a thing with him. Beau doesn’t know what’s going to hit him.”

                “Can I just say hearing you call Admiral Simpson by his first name will never not be weird.”

                “Well, before he died I used to call the COMPACFLT Uncle Ice, or Uncle Tom, so let that rock your world.”

                Jake looks suitably weirded out and Bradley grins, takes a sip of his drink.

                “How many Admirals do you know?”

                “More than any civilian should probably. Maybe ten?”

                “Definitely too many.”

                They get through the dinner, speeches which are thankfully short, then he’s watching the first dance, feeling proud as Javy and Natasha glide beautifully across the floor. After their first circuit around the dance floor the rest of the wedding party joins them. Another circuit and then it’s an open invitation and just like they’d done at their last practice, Natasha and Bob dance together while the sisters pair up and Jake and Javy navigate around the floor. He lets them do one lap and then he moves, aiming for Jake with purpose, cutting in smoothly, gets a slap on the back from Javy.

                “Having fun?”

                “Think it’s one of the nicest weddings I’ve been to,” Bradley admits, and he realizes that Jake has been leading him to the edge of the dance floor and he’s a little disappointed. He enjoys dancing, especially with Jake; although the column Jake is now leaning against does offer some potential possibilities that immediately flood his mind.

                “Thanks for agreeing to come with me.”

                “I’m sure we can come together later too…”

                “Way to lower the tone… real classy.”

                “We just waltzed around the room, that was classy enough,” Bradley says, because if he can’t dance with Jake then he’ll take up his other favorite activity, turning him on. He shifts slightly, looks around and then moves his hand across the front of Jake’s pants, a casual movement to any onlooker, but definitely not casual for Jake, the quick firm press of Bradley’s hand on his cock making him look a little scandalized and Bradley can’t help but laugh.

                “You wanna try me pretty boy?” Bradley asks, knowing Jake likes pushing boundaries as much as Bradley enjoys laying them down.

                “Yeah, but time and place. Best friend’s wedding… probably not the place? Or the time?”

                “They’re all paying attention to the bride and groom. Trust me. You’ve got all my attention.” Jake shifts and Bradley is pretty sure he’s getting turned on. Good. “You’ve always got my attention.”

                Jake doesn’t say anything, but there’s a little hitch to his breathing, enough to tell him that Jake’s definitely getting hard. He’s had weeks of learning his body and reactions in bed, so the only thing different now is the fact they’re fully dressed and surrounded by people.

                “Forgot to say, you look absolutely fucking gorgeous.”

                He turns his body slightly, pretending to want to look out over the dance floor, but the jut of his thigh and hip brush against Jake’s groin with intent and he hides a pleased grin as he hears Jake moan.

                “You planning on keeping me on edge all night?”

                “Honey, this isn’t anywhere near an edge, this is just me teasing you… I think I’ll go and dance for a bit, let you collect yourself.”

…             …             …

                He watches as Bradley goes to cut-in, this time it’s Javy’s sister, the accomplished dancer and she moves fluidly with Bradley, definitely looking good and it doesn’t help his burgeoning erection at all. The man can move and he fucking knows it, showing off when he knows Jake is watching.

                “So, Bradley huh?”

                He freezes, blood running cold. And yeah. That’ll do it. Maverick.

                “Uh, what was that Mav?”

                “Bradley. You’re the one he’s here with. He refused point blank to consider coming as my plus one.”

                “Think your plus-one is happy you asked him…” Jake says, seeing Admiral Simpson dancing with Phoenix. He looks at Mav and then notes the blush, just the barest hint of pink and he wouldn’t have caught it except for the fact that he’d also shifted and ducked his head, looking fucking bashful of all things and Jake wonders just how much dating experience this man has.

                But then he realizes that Bradley got asked by Mav to be his plus-one, not some other person like he’d thought, but his father figure and something inside him relaxes, just a little. He could have asked, but he’s not used to asking for what he wants and he’d desperately wanted to know. And now he does. He somehow manages to make small talk with Mav until Admiral Simpson comes over and invites Mav to dance with him. He’s quickly rejoined by Bradley, who is watching Mav and Admiral Simpson with a slightly horrified expression.

                “What? What’s wrong?”

                “Mav cannot dance at all.”

                “I don’t think Admiral Simpson cares…” Jake states as he watches the two of them just sway and watch each other while trying to look like they’re not watching each other. He’s pretty sure he’s blushing from the secondhand embarrassment.

                “You know I was thinking, I wouldn’t mind edging you, working you up until you’re so desperate to come you cry for me… Think you’d look very pretty like that.”

                Jake remembers Bradley saying a similar thing their first night together and he’s never been with someone with that level of patience. Or the patience to put up with him whining about wanting to come. He feels that Bradley would likely gag him to stop him whining and the little sound that escapes him at just the thought is quiet, but Bradley definitely catches it, head turning immediately, eyebrow quirking up and smile slow as he realizes that Jake is apparently very much into the idea.

                “Mmm. Shame we can’t really explore that right now. This is not the time or place. And we can’t leave before the bride and groom.”

                “I can go and tell them to leave?”

                Bradley laughs, angles his head to kiss at his neck just above his collar and he can’t believe that this is just Bradley being playful. Fuck.

                “Won’t hurt you to practice some patience. Think you’ll need it.”

…             …             …

                He dances with everyone who seems like they want to dance, meets grandparents and parents, friends, and colleagues and tries to ensure everyone has a good time. Every time he sees Jake alone he takes him for a dance, makes sure the music suits either the waltz they know, or is something close to what Jake can confidently dance to. He finds the music, controlled by a guy called Mikey, and asks him to queue up Good Time, quickly lets Natasha, Javy and Bob know he’s going to organize a line dance, and they’re all enthusiastic. He drags Jake into the center front to help lead and then he has nearly everyone present dancing, tapping and stepping to the music; laughter when they get it wrong but he feels high on the enjoyment of everyone around him.

                Between each couple of dances with others he returns to Jake, runs his hand down his arm, kisses his neck or cheek softly, leaves him talking with whichever guest he’s trying to hold a conversation with before he goes back to dancing, confident that Jake is getting more and more wound up. The idea of taking him apart and watching him unwind all in one go has his own arousal simmering away lowly.

                Finally Natasha and Javy are walking around and saying goodbye to everyone. There’s no bouquet toss or garter thing, instead the bouquet is handed to Natasha’s grandmother very carefully, who pats her cheek and then gives her a shooing gesture with her free hand. She clearly doesn’t need to be told twice, grinning and waving at everyone as she tugs Javy with her. He guesses that most people have work tomorrow, it’s not even midnight, as now that they’ve left there’s only a small group of people who seem to be discussing staying, while the grandparents are definitely heading out.

                “I have a room upstairs,” Jake says, his voice barely above a whisper and Bradley turns, wraps an arm around him and pulls him close, angles their bodies so Jake is rubbing against his side and he can definitely feel a half-firm cock in his pants. Yeah, he wants to leave now.

                “Perfect. Let’s go…” Bradley says, and he spies Mav talking to someone, his pinky finger adorably hooked around Beau’s like he’s afraid of letting him go. Seeing as Mav is busy he aims his comments at Beau. “I’ll find my own way home. You have a good night Admiral.”

                Beau looks quietly pleased while Mav looks flushed and Bradley doesn’t want to wonder about why. Instead, want to focus on Jake and getting him to a state where he can barely remember his own name. He follows Jake through the lobby to the elevators, holds him and discreetly palms him through his pants, angles his body to stop prying eyes and puts his mouth to Jake’s ear.

                “You look so fucking hot in this suit. Seems a shame to take it off…”

                “You should see me in my uniform…”

                “Meh. Uniforms don’t do anything for me,” Bradley admits. “At least not military ones. Grew up seeing too many of them. This though? Trying to decide whether I want to fuck you in it or not…”

…             …             …

                Jake can barely breathe, unable to take deep breaths with how tight his entire body is feeling. Bradley’s words aren’t helping, and he forces his brain to connect words into comprehensible sentences. Walks stiffly down the hall to his hotel room, Bradley’s hand under his jacket but burning hot through the fabric of his shirt. He pushes open the door and steps inside.

                “I want to say not, simply because of how much it cost me, but also, that’s what dry cleaning is for right? And I kind of like the idea of thinking about you fucking me in it every time I wear it in the future.”

                That seems to sell it for Bradley, his hands not hesitating in pulling Jake’s shirt out from his pants with one hand, other hand on his belt, mouth on Jake’s and he sways into him, presses his body against Jake’s and god, he’ll never grow tired of the way Bradley moves against him and he leans against the wall for support.

                “Wanna fuck you like this,” Bradley says, his voice pitched low in Jake’s ear and his skin prickles at the level of intensity in his voice.

                “You can.”

                “I know.”

                Bradley strips quickly, clearly wants to be naked while he has Jake fully clothed, shirt untucked, belt undone but that’s all that’s happened. Bradley is moving around with purpose, grabbing a couple of towels, getting Jake’s directions for lube and condoms. He’s standing there, fully clothed, and getting harder in his pants at just the thought of Bradley fucking him. He never used to be this fucking easy. Then Bradley is back, gloriously naked in front of him, his cock bouncing around with growing interest, hands running all over Jake’s body, slipping over his shoulders and taking his suit jacket off. Part of him wants to leave it on, an extra layer of protection maybe for how exposed he’s feeling right now.

                “How about we at least remove the jacket, don’t want you to overheat… another time though, air-conditioned room, definitely want to explore that.”

                Like realizing that Mav was the other person who had asked Bradley to the wedding, hearing Bradley talk about times in the future where they’re still fucking makes his stomach twist with pleasure and relief maybe. Then he’s being shuffled toward the bed, falling onto it, bouncing a little and then Bradley’s pressing him down, naked skin fucking everywhere and he kisses him, lips sliding and he can feel Bradley’s erection pressing against his, separated by only two layers of fabric and he jerks up, wanting more friction.

                Without his permission or say-so Bradley’s leaning back, kneeling above him, shifting to be carefully positioned above his knees, hand rubbing with firm intent over his cock, fingers nimbly undoing the button and clasp of his pants, lowering the fly carefully. Then Bradley’s tugging his pants and underwear together, under the curve of his ass before carefully maneuvering the front over his erection. He leans down and licks a stripe up Jake’s cock, sucks at the head far too briefly to be anything but a tease and he groans.

                “You good?” Bradley asks, and his tone is lower than Jake’s ever heard it, raspy and fuck he sounds good.

                “You know it…”

                Bradley hums then, gives his cock another too-quick suck but then he’s moving away, rolling Jake onto his side, bringing his legs up into a curl and he runs a finger over the crease between his ass cheeks. Then Bradley is tugging his tie undone, looping it through one of his shirt cuffs, then the other, and it’s not quite a front hog-tie but both his wrists are now at the mercy of Bradley. He could easily flick the cufflinks out, get free, but he won’t. He wants to see where Bradley’s going to take this, is desperate to see where Bradley might take this.

                To his disappointment the tie is released, but not removed from where it’s looped; he hears the snap of the lid and then there’s the press and wipe of too much lube around his hole and he doesn’t want to whine about the amount of lube, but he also totally does. He keeps quiet though. He also wants to complain about the amount of time it’s taking, but he’s learnt to trust Bradley, trust that he has a plan and it’s never let him down yet.

                “So hard for you already…”

                Oh.

                He hears the now familiar tear of foil and more lube, and they’re going to make an absolute mess of the bed, but he doesn’t care in the slightest. Then Bradley’s reaching for the tie again, pulling it into a loop in his hands and then leans down to kiss at the hinge of his jaw, catches his lips in a kiss. The way Bradley has him doesn’t make it easy, his thighs are together, unable to be spread with his pants around his thighs, his shirt cuffs and tie keeping his wrists clamped firmly to the bed under Bradley’s left hand. His right-hand palms over his ass, the only part of him that’s naked and exposed, a finger brushing down the length of his ass crack again before focusing a few strokes just on his hole.

                “This okay Jake?”

                He groans, thrusts back on the finger stroking over his hole in a too-soft stroke.

                “Need words Jake…”

                “Yes. Fuck. Yes. I’ll tell you if I don’t like something.”

                “That’s all I needed to know…”

                Then he feels the slide of a finger into him, and it doesn’t get as deep as he’s used to, Bradley’s knuckles pressing into the flesh of his ass and he wants to spread his legs, wants Bradley deeper. But he can’t, too constricted, all he can do is press back, let Bradley do his whole maddeningly slow thing where he completely ignores whatever it is Jake says and instead listens to his body, somehow able to read it fluently. He’s got one of his knees behind Jake’s knees, and he’s pressing Jake down into the bed with his body and god it feels good.

                “Oh god… fuck you’re tight,” Bradley says, sliding two fingers in, and he can feel Bradley’s teeth pressing down on his bicep through the fabric of his shirt and he wonders if he will get the shirt cleaned after all. Maybe keep it as a souvenir to remind him of this. Of Bradley. All he can do is jerk minutely, barely a flex of muscle and he wants to touch his cock, can’t, and he feels increasingly desperate. Bradley’s fingers are moving non-stop, tugging at his rim, knuckles pressing and massaging at the tight muscles, and he squeezes his eyes shut, gasps at the press of three fingers.

                “Going to mess you up…”

                “Yeah, yeah… come on. Please.”

                Jake can’t believe how hard he is. He’s never had sex while wearing a suit, but he’s also never been fucked while being quite this restrained and he wants to know whether it’s one or the other, or the combination. Or is it just a Bradley thing? He’d briefly thought it would be little bit awkward,  with Bradley only having one hand to try and hold Jake open and guide his cock. But there’s lube and apparently Bradley’s cock has a homing beacon in it, because the press of Bradley’s cock into him is slow and sure.

                “You’re so fucking good…”

                Jake makes a sound he can’t even begin to describe, the love-child between a whine and moan, hopes Bradley realizes it’s a good sound, because his tongue feels thick in his mouth, unable to form proper words, his breath stuttering in and out. He’s been turned on for hours, getting more and more desperate for this with every little touch Bradley had given him. And Bradley had known what he was doing, the entire time. His eyes had been dark with arousal as he held Jake in his arms as they danced, running his fingers over the back of Jake’s hand, placing soft kisses on the side of Jake’s jaw. Every single look and touch a promise for later.

                “Fuck Jake… how are you so fucking perfect. God.”

                Bradley’s thrusting, quick quick sloooow, pushingin fast and relentless, but dragging out slowly, his breathing shifting to shuddery exhales as he clearly lets himself feel Jake’s body around him. Pushing back in quickly before repeating the slow drag out. Over and over and over. Quick quick sloooow. He desperately wants to touch his cock now, is shifting against nothing in the vain hope he might get some friction, something, anything. He can see the head, dark against the unintentional framing of his white shirt, can feel dampness where his own precum has been caught on the fabric.

                “Yeah, your cock looks so good against your shirt. So pretty…” Bradley says, his voice rough in Jake’s ear as he continues to move, kissing at Jake’s ear, jaw, lips; all while thrusting. Quick quick sloooow. “You’re close…” Jake blinks. Is he? His body and brain don’t feel attached right now and he realizes that yeah, he is. Bradley now knows his body that well. “Come on Jake, come on my cock. Nothing but my cock.”

                That punches the breath out of him and he comes, hard, his body straining to release everything, all his muscles seeming to flex and then immediately relax simultaneously and he shudders, shakes and then he feels Bradley shaking above him, his groans sounding beautifully broken and he was true to his word. Jake is definitely messed up, his shirt and stomach now damp and sticky, the tie stretched and twisted in Bradley’s hands. Then he has both of Bradley’s hands on him, tie and wrists released, instead it seems like Bradley wants to touch every inch of him and he lets him.

…             …             …

                Jake stands there and it’s the first time Bradley has seen him in uniform, knows he must no longer be on leave and his stomach falls. It’s been a couple of days since they’ve seen each other and yeah, this is definitely not sexy in the slightest.

                “Guess you’re on a plane or boat out of here soon huh?”

                “Yeah, two days. Just. I’ll be gone for five months.”

                “Guess I’ll be seeing you then. You get to visit all your other people in all the other ports…”

                “And if I only want one person. And one port…?” Jake asks and Bradley blinks.

                “You asking me to go steady?” Bradley teases, although the intent of his question is dead serious. “When you’re about to leave me for five months?”

                “Yep. Guess I am. Taking a leaf out of your book and stating what I want. Clearly. No room for misinterpretation.”

                “I approve. Always in favor of being upfront with what you want.”

                “And what do you want?”

                “Right now? To take my new long-distance boyfriend to bed. In five months? To be there when he steps off his plane or boat when he comes home to me…”

                “And take him to bed then too I hope.”

                “Of course.”

[sadiekaneismysister]

Fun fact : when I was 10-12 I received Tess of the Road for my birthday. I had not read any books from that author prior to receiving it. I read it and loved it a lot back then because I loved Tess’s emotional journey and growth, but a lot of the book’s more mature content went right over my head. (I did not realise the third line in the Seraphina/Kiggs/Glisselda triangle was there until I reread the series two years ago)

I don’t even remember who gave it to me or when it was, just that it was at my 12th birthday maximum because I didn’t have a 13th birthday party and then Covid happened and during the pandemic I read the Seraphina series after having read Tess of the Road.

It’s the best book anyone has ever given me without me explicitly asking for that book (like in my Christmas list or something). Idk how my friends back then knew that I would love it. Props to them. I kinda wish I could start receiving books as gifts again just to find completely unexpected gems like these.

Anyway, I reread it at age 16 and it completely blew my mind. Like what do you mean this sixteen year old girl went through so much? I was her age when I reread Tess of the Road and it just made me so sad for her. I have never hated a book character more than I’ve hated Will (and it’s also SO ironic that their names are Tess and Will bc I’m such a big fan of the Shadowhunter Chronicles)

And yeah his punishment in the 4th book was not enough.

I’d love a third duology or a standalone about the third Dombegh sister Jeanne because I fear that a book about how conforming to society’s pressures/parental pressures and being obedient is so taxing while everyone thinks it’s easy and breaking down because of it would hit far too close to home and I want to read about her.

It’s odd because I think I’m an even mix of a little bit of all of them. Tess is this bold rogue girl who dreams of big adventures and is terribly let down by life but also looks out for underdogs because she is an underdog herself as an unconventional woman in a patriarchal society rooted in religious superstition. Seraphina always feels out of place because she can fit in neither the human world nor the dragon world (at least at the beginning of the first book) and is trying to carve out a spot for herself despite this. Jeanne seems like she’s got it easy because she was always the conventional obedient “good” “angelic” one and she found a husband easily and they’re in love. But we do see the facade slip at the end of Tess of the Road when she gets very angry at Tess for running away and making her fear the worst had happened to her twin.

Like?? I was so disappointed upon discovering online book fandom when I found out this didn’t have a big fan base. I’ll admit it’s not for everyone but it has dragons!! Medieval fantasy!! Unconventionally strong FMCs!! Complex relationships between sisters!! Interesting/compelling (at least to me) character growth!!

I feel like if you really loved the way Leigh Bardugo wrote about saints and religion in the Shadow and Bone / King of Scars series you’ll really love the way it’s explored in this series too especially in the Seraphina series. Religion/saints are really embedded in this world. Won’t say more bc of spoilers.

I would really recommend you read Seraphina and Shadow Scale, then Tess of the Road and potentially In The Serpent’s Wake (didn’t like it as much as Tess of the Road. Maybe my expectations were too high).

Idk where I was going with this, I just came on here wanting to rant about Tess of the Road, remembered not many people have read it and decided to do something about that. Hopefully I did a good job of not revealing too much while also making you interested in this series!

[honeyhotteoks]

Omg that one friends to lovers fic you just posted I read that and immediately I thought “oh this is so honeyhotteoks coded” and was going to share it with you but seeing that you found on your own (of course you did lol!) idk it made me happy to see 😆

Also very off topic but seeing your rants on what you love about Yunho and because I think that you and i are around the same age made me feel so seen with how I feel about Jacob from The Boyz loll (I’m not sure if you know that group well) but feeling that type of affection while also trying to be realistic about it like I could go on about this man who I first saw as a boy in one of their early comebacks but grow into a very kind, mature , very gentlemanly man ahhh and maybe that’s what companies want you to feel like you watch these idols grow up so you become attached to them or whatever but for me I feel very particular about where I share my affections so this is new territory to me tbh I also don’t want to seem “delulu” thinking that I’ll actually marry this man but it definitely makes me feel like I’m missing out on being with someone of that nature I guess? I don’t know how to describe it but my standards have been SET (I am simply a small bi woman what can I do 😔✊)

I could go on about San just as I am sure you could about Yunho and I share this simply cause I think you understand the pain but also your writing is simply top tier AND ICB YOU SHARED THAT ACROSS STARDUST PART THE DAY AFTER MY BIRTHDAY?!!??? That ending caught me dead fr and has my anxiously awaiting the next part when you’re ready 💀

(I apologize for subjecting you to my messy musings but I feel that you are an understanding and very caring person who won’t mind too much, I hope my appreciation for you and your writing comes through all of this mess 😅🩵)

aw hahah it’s okay! half the time my posts are me fully rambling and it’s a mess so don’t worry at all.

so i don’t really know the boyz that well outside of a few of their songs, but i know what you mean about kind of being around for a while with a group and watching them grow up (like right along side you even? if that makes sense) and it’s definitely delulu and attachment inducing. i will say though….. while i know we all kind of joke about like standards being set etc., i try not to actually compare real life men to idols, though if i’m being totally honest i’m not dating i’ve been with my guy for eleven years and if we weren’t together anymore i would literally just start dating women again so 😂 but i don’t know, i try not to get so delulu about how ‘good’ of a person an idol might be because at the end of the day it’s their job to be likeable and delulu inducing, and i feel like comparing them to people in real life is kind of a trap for yourself. i’m saying this as someone who had to check herself of that when i first got into kpop, it’s so easy to do but taking a step back has been helpful.

but also IM GONNA BE FUN DELULU like back off everyone yunho is my husband etc. etc. even though it’s wayyyyy more nuanced that that lol

anyways happy to have your messy musings anytime, and thank you for all your kind words about my fic i really appreciate it!!

[night-crawler08]

Haunted Mansion movie 2023 Rant

You know sometimes you have to watch a fashion analysis video about the new haunted mansion movie to really respark your thoughts about it.

now I’m sure this is a very niche thing, but I don’t care and you WILL be hearing what I have to say about this movie as someone who has been hyperfixated on this silly little ride and it’s lore for the past two-ish years. I’m by no means an expert on it and haven’t watched the movie since it was in the theatres, these are just my opinions but stiiiiilll.

anyways, I’d like to say first that I think the actual mansion part(the most important part of any Haunted Mansion movie) was done well. From *most* of the ghost, to the look outside, and the attic. And the character design and outfits were gorgeous especially Lakeith Stanfield’s character. Also I’m happy with all of the little nods to the ride and imagineers that worked on it! It’s clear the writers knew a lot about the ride and worked with it!

anyway now to the stuff I didn’t like, starting off with the biggest one being the Hatbox Ghost. Look I know there’s no like-main ghost person or focus on the ride, but of all the antagonists you could have chose(which I’m not sure I’m even a fan of the fact that they had a specific one) you chose???the hatbox???ghost????? Don’t get me wrong I know he’s important and all the stuff with his animatronic and history are fascinating, but like-you wanted a specific villain, and you looked at Master Gracey and the Ghost Host and I guess you could even consider Phantom Manor here, and especially you looked at CONSTANCE AND THOUGHT HMMMMM I THINK THE HATBOX GHOST should be the main baddy

LIKE

CONSTANCE

AND YOU CHOSE HIMMM

Also to add on to that, Jared Leto.

I won’t be elaborating that’s all I need to say.

SPEAKING OF CONSTANCE, she didn’t have enough screentime(okay for her part in the story she was there enough but as a die-hard Constance lover there can NEVER be enough), also once again if you really needed a specific *bad* haunt why not choose her? She’s like the most obvious choice in terms of backstory and she’s like just so cool and scary, you have a perfectly amazing axe wielding bride, AND YOU CHOOSE JARED LETO, she could’ve even had her lore expanded on or delved into, and you could’ve even went into if she had any part in why the Hatbox Ghost is well-headless I would’ve loved to see that touched on(which again isn’t very important I just want more love and attention for my GIRL)

Another thing is our main human cast in this film. I loved the actor choices, and outfits and scenery and everything, but my god was the dialogue and character growth bad-which once again isn’t the most important part in a haunted mansion movie but still it irked me.

with such an amazing cast, you did them sooo dirty. It felt like watching one of those sketches where people are making fun of Marvel movies, like “he’s riiiight behind me isn’t he” type of thing😭 it’s just too light hearted of a thing of what I’d want from a Haunted Mansion movie and too much humor for what it called for, I’m not saying make it dead serious just like use the Disney channel humor in moderation at least.

also the romantic build up for Ben and Harriet was like non-existent I feel like, and while it’s not necessary in my opinion for the romance, I’d still like it to be feeling plausible and for me to root for them in some way, but it’s a modern day Disney movie what should I even expect.

There’s not as much love put into it, and it feels too sterile of a movie than what it could have been, but once again my opinion.

that’s all I’ll say on it for now, maybe I’ll edit it more later but yeah, those are my main grievances with it.

[hoghtastic]

Hello everyone! 😊 Hope you’re enjoying the holidays! And while I don’t really like spoiling the festive mood with negativity, I got sent some screenshots about things being said about this blog which aren’t true and as I personally value transparency, thought I’d share it with you guys.

So, about the first screenshot, I’d like to say that either the person is blatantly lying and didn’t really send anything, or (giving them the benefit of the doubt), Tumblr might have “eaten” their ask. Because all asks about this matter that landed on my inbox got posted, as well as any other asks. And no, I never made up any of them, as the person seems to be implying. Now, this is first and foremost a gossip & opinion blog, and some of the things discussed here are things people already found on other sources (like Reddit), so there’s no way to prove whether they’re really true or not. I’ve always been the first to advise people to take with a grain of salt everything they read online, anyway. And those who’ve been accompanying the blog know that’s true. So no, this blog’s purpose was never to “make up bad stories” or spread lies about anyone. Most of the time, people discuss what’s been posted on IG. Maybe things got overanalysed? Sure, but that’s not lying. There are as many interpretations as there are people anyway, and no one owns the truth. Except when things can be proved, which also happens a lot of the time here — the art theft incident, the “you snooze, you lose” trolling, the drunk video, to name a few. Are those lies as well? People can argue about the seriousness of these “offences”, but it’s undeniable that they happened, no one made them up just to make Johanne look bad.

So, it’s one thing if people don’t like this type of blog and don’t agree with the topics discussed here, but no one is forcing them to be here anyway. Now, to project your own way of being and accusing others of lying/making things up when it seems to be the other way around, is something I won’t accept. You don’t have to like me or my blog, but a liar & a hypocrite are two things that I’m not.

Which leads me to the second screenshot, which is a reply from someone who was not so anonymous and constantly “attacked” on an old blog for defending Johanne and have different opinions. Again, if you’ve been following the blog for a while now, you’ll see that I, personally, have offered this person nothing but kindness and respect, as well as all the other anons. No one has ever been treated poorly or silenced for having differing opinions here, as civil discussion has been the only “rule”. I’ve always intended for this to be a safe, healthy space for everyone and I still stand by my words. We don’t have to agree about everything all of the time, but we can still be respectful of each other. And that is something this person wasn’t. They had to “tell them bitches off” as if their opinion is the absolute truth? Who are they anyway, to feel entitled to tell other people off? So when this person was previously attacked and dismissed for thinking differently, I did feel sorry for them and always tried to do better, and yet, I’m still a bitch? Good to know. 🤷‍♀️ If these people can’t seemingly keep away from a blog they hate and/or don’t know what the “block” button is for, then I’ll do it for them.

I’m sorry for the rant, but some things really need to be said, especially when people go behind my back accusing me of everything I’ve worked hard not to do. At least have the decency to tell me directly? Those who know me, know I’m always open to communication, to accept different views and to discuss politely, and that’s what this blog has and will always stand for.

Thank you to the anon who let me know of this situation, to everyone who read so far & to all of you who’ve helped the blog grow and make it a fun place to be! 😊 Have a wonderful day, everyone! 💖

[greetings-inferiors]

I’d love to fall in love again, but probably not right now as I’m leaving in literally a month and a bit. And, with the whole demi thing, I won’t really be able to fall in love for a while? So I’ll probably be single for like another year or two maybe, but I’d love to at some point.

I’m not in a rush to fall in love, being single is great, and it’s nice to just be able to be free, but having a designated person to love and hug and kiss and all that is so much fun. Having someone who loves you is just a great experience.

There is this girl that I definitely don’t have a crush on, more a squish, where I just want to be closer friends with her, she’s the funniest person I know, with her unique brand of humour being “I will go along with this bit for as long as humanly possible” and it’s so much fun going along with it, seeing how far she’ll go, trying to make her trip up, seeing how she reacts to it and seeing what she does to save the bit, grrrr she’s so cute I’m like a cat playing with a ball on a string.

I didn’t explain it well, it’s like someone will take a picture of me and her and I’m posing and she’s not, and she’ll say that’s because she never poses, then I’ll point to a picture of her with thumbs up, and she’ll say that’s her getting ready to punch me, and then I’ll find a picture where she’s making a very obvious pose and she’ll say it’s photoshopped but then the person who has the original photo shows it and then she crumbles as she can’t go any longer and it’s so much fun watching her mentally squirm.

Anyway I have thought “would I like go out with her” and like yeah it’d be fun but, first of all I don’t even know what sexuality she is I think she might be gay I have no clue my gaydar is weird I had the thought she might be but then someone has her as “gay” in their phone but that’s a joke idk I just haven’t had confirmation, second of all she’s a very “change is terrifying and the future is coming too quickly” person, so if we did get into a relationship with only a month till we’re separated that’d be really funny problematic, and also I don’t know much about them on an emotional level. Most of our interactions are banter, we’ve only had like that one talk about the future being scary, I don’t know much about who she really is y’know?

Anyway yeah this kind of devolved into “Randy rants about his squish” but ummm shut up it’s my blog I can do what I want

[jason-the-himbo]

an old rant about my dad

i wish i loved him 

why it is so hard for me to love him? 

9/10/24

i’m turning into my mother. i got stressed, now i have an actual sharp pain in my heart. it’s like he himself has put his fingers into it. he’s squeezing it as it pulsates and fights against his hand. but i don’t know why it fight back. 

i don’t know why i’m so selfish. and this isn’t the first time, i know this. out of spite?

i always think he deserves this, but what has he done? 

he’s abused me. physically, verbally. and my mother. “my music taste is a factor of her high blood pressure of 179.”

but he’s past that now. that was four years ago. nearly half a decade. he’s over it. 

but sometimes i feel he isn’t. he gets angry like he used to and i get scared like i used to. then he laughs at me, as we’re both used to. 

suicide threats - he doesn’t really give me any anymore. i wonder what this means. maybe he thinks that now i wouldn’t care even if he died or not. i wouldn’t be surprised. i’m not a good daughter. i’m selfish. 

i think i’m doing my mother a favour, but sometimes i think he’s right. i haven’t told anyone this before. 

one day i’ll come home and his feet won’t be on the ground anymore. and then i’ll gasp “what a waste of the money he’s spent on his shoes!” because i feel i have to pretend i don’t love him. i’ve eradicated the love for him, and he’s done it to me. but i don’t think i wanted it to leave, really. maybe i thought it would protect me. i knew that when i didn’t care i didn’t get hurt. maybe that’s why. 

but he would’ve called me beforehand. i know he would’ve. “sorry for my late reply” - memo. because i still for some reason am adamant on denying his fatherhood. 

i don’t really want to tell my friends. but i don’t want them to think im happy. because i’m not. i’m so conflicted because maybe he was right all along. his grip on my heart has loosened now. he’s cradling it. he was warning me. he was right. maybe. or maybe he did touch me that day and i didn’t imagine it. 

i just wish i just upload my thoughts to someone or to some form of media, because im not very good with my words. i just want someone to know what i know and feel what i feel. from my perspective? 

i might turn this into a song. if i do, id call it weekend song or something like that. because i only feel this way after i meet him. otherwise i like to forget about him because it makes things easier. 

i wish i could be a good daughter. i wish i could be someone worth telling his friends about. i don’t want him to feel embarrassed when he tells people i live so far away from him. i don’t want him to have to feel that sort of pity. because i know it’s my fault. i don’t know why i agreed to her. 

no, i do. because 949 life was hell. four hour arguments every single day. screaming. when i’d go to sleep id hear bits of their voices bouncing around my ears because i was so used to hearing it. 

“im angry because i could have said much better comebacks to him”. i remember i said this distinctly. as soon as it came out my mouth, i regretted it i was so small then. i think the separation was good. 

i just don’t think it was a solution. just one hand broken into two smaller, less frequently used ones. 

i know he’s going to die anyways. i sometimes wonder if he’d kill himself at my wedding. if i marry a woman. i think he would. he’d say it’s because that stupid fucking feminism. i hate that word now. your mothers feminism has made you a lesbian. he’d write that in his suicide note to me. and then my mum would kill herself. either because of financial stress or guilt or disappointment. because she isn’t strong like she says she is. she’s just a little girl. 

i think id like to feel how it would feel to miss him. or to miss anyone for that matter. i say it to my friends, but that’s because i want to see them again. it’s not the heart wrenching ache people describe it as. maybe i’ll feel it when he’s gone. maybe that’s the wrenching - the wrenching of my heart. he will die with his fingers firmly latched onto it. “your mother latches like a blood sucking leach. she’ll suck the life out of you”. and he’ll pull it right out of me. it’ll convulse and contract in his hand and try to escape his bloody crimson hands but he won’t let me fend for myself, he says. it stains the carpets and his clothes and my lovely little brown piano and oh no i can’t do music anymore! and i feel bad. finally, i feel bad! i finally feel some emotion towards him that isn’t disgust or anger or sadness. his hand is so small now. 

so i stay. i’ll clean up the mess in the morning. 

[dragonmasterhiccup]

She couldn’t help but giggle a tiny bit, amused by Hiccup’s theatrics. “I think I’m right too. Because guess what? My boat has been all over the place, and I haven’t heard anyone say anything about trolls! I think people were just trying to scare us into thinking it’s true.”

She smiled back up at him. “I think it does too, not like Ellie though, that’s a weird name.”

The young girl seemed to deflate a bit herself, biting down on her bottom lip in thought. “Well… maybe you could tell a story but make the dragons not sound scary? I guess if they aren’t there… then they can’t hurt me!” Her voice held a newfound bit of confidence to it, though said confidence wasn’t necessarily needed at that moment, considering the dragons wouldn’t hurt her anyways.

“I’m not that sick,” she defended. “‘S just a little cough, it’ll go away, it always goes away. N’ I always have some scrapes, my uh… someone at home says that’s just apart of life.” She gave a small shrug, hesitating a bit before eventually replying, “A little bit… sometimes I wish I lived somewhere else… but it’s okay, one day I’ll go, I don’t know where, but I will.” It would be her and her siblings, on some nice boat going from island to island, just them, she was sure of it.

“Why not?” she asked. “Don’t the kids have to work for the food here? I, I thought that was normal… And getting stuff taken, the grown ups need to say yes first, or else we can’t have it…” Why were this guys rules so weird? She thought the way she did it was the way everyone did it?

She nodded slowly. “Okay, I’ll tell you, but this stuff is super nice, it already doesn’t hurt as bad a before… maybe I’ll have to tell my dad to bring some of this stuff onto his boat! I try to help, but uh, he doesn’t like it a lot- he will this time, though, ‘specially since this stuff is super helpful!”

“Oh… so you two both just boss everyone else around that isn’t each other?” she asked, borderline completely ignoring Hiccup’s statement.

She almost stumbled backwards as he stood up, but she barely managed to keep her footing, still staring up at him wide eyed, a few fresh tears rolling down her cheeks as she bordered on sobs.

“I promise I wasn’t gonna stab her, I wasn’t, I don’t wanna hurt people, I jus’ wanted to be safe.” She choked back on sobs some more as he continued talking, her eyes darting between the knife, the spilled tea, and Hiccup.

The ringing in her ears intensified, and she clawed her hands over either of them, trying to get rid of the noise, thought it didn’t do all that much.

“M’ not safe, I wanna go home. P-please don’t hurt me, I won’t do it again. Please, I’ll just go, you’ll never have to see me ever again. I’m so sorry…” By the end of her little rant, she had sunk back down to the floor, forehead pressed in between her knees and arms wrapped around her head, now letting out rapid, choked sobs.

It was good to see her smile, to hear her giggle. He grinned at her, nodding again. "I agree. That must be it, because wouldn't we have found one by now?"

Hearing her idea, he brightened up. "Now that, I can do. I have plenty of stories where the dragons aren't scary, you'll love them!"

It was hard to hear her talk so casually about that. "Uh, well...I suppose it is a part of life, yes, but... I don't know. While our lives can be dangerous at times, you should be shielded from it until you've been trained enough to keep yourself safe..."

He found himself saying, "What about here?" before he was able to stop himself. He quickly added, "I mean, maybe when you do go off on your own, you could, you could come back, visit Berk?"

She sure got him there. "Ah, well, yes, but, you're our guest. I'm not going to ask much of you during your time here..."

She was still so hopeful, it was nice to see. "Yeah, I can write down what we use to make it, map out where to find the ingredients, send that back with you?"

He didn't want to aid Drago in any way, but, if this helped Danny and the other kids stuck under his thumb? Then it was worth it.

Hiccup's jaw dropped slightly, and Astrid let loose a peal of giggles.

"Let me put it this way," she said, "Hiccup is Chief of Berk, and I'm Chieftess. We do our best to help, to guide the people of Berk in their best interests. We solve disputes, create treaties, we do what's needed to keep our village and everyone in it happy and thriving. Does that answer your question?"

Hiccup's brows furrowed together in confusion. "Stab her? Wait, hold on..." He lowered Zephyr into her pack n play, and carefully went back to Danny, kneeling down once more so he was on her level. He kept his hands down, careful to not move them too quickly.

She was now back on the floor, and crying, and Hiccup was at a loss for what to do.

Okay, what would be comforting right now?

Reaching past her, he pulled the fur off the couch, wrapping it around her shoulders. He kept his hands on her shoulders, the fur between them.

Speaking softly, he said, "Hey...you don't have to worry, a little spilt tea isn't going to hurt anyone." He reached over slightly, starting to rub her back, a habit he'd picked up from calming Zephyr down. "No one's upset, or angry. It was an honest mistake. You want to be safe? Why don't you tell me what Astrid and I can do to help? We want you to be safe, too, believe it or not."

"I'm not crazy about the knife, but, you're here, in a new place, with new people, and I can see why you took it, but... You can come to me with any worries or concerns, okay?"

What else might help?

"Would you like to hear a story?"

[rosie-rosem]

ranting again bc it’s not like i can tell anyone else this.

last week my sister and i got invited by an old friend of my sister that grew up with us but moved away and just recently moved back. him and my sister are the same age, they went to elementary school together and that’s how they met, we also later found out he was the nephew of one of my moms close friends. 

anyway, we’ve know him since we were all young but we hadn’t seen him in a while due to him living hours away until now.

i’m already an awkward person but this didn’t help because it was basically just him and my sister at the dinner table. i know he thinks of us as old friends/sisters but i didn’t even feel like i was there lol. what’s the point of even getting invited?

and i don’t mean any of this in a weird way cause he already has a girlfriend and he just wanted to catch up with us, but it seriously just felt like he brought me along so i wouldn’t be left out.

i haven’t gotten my license yet (yes, as an ‘04) 😭 i decided to wait, which i’m currently in the process of getting it, but literally all they talked about was driving (note: i have no interest in driving i just know i need to do it) so the talk of driving literally bores me to death and lowkey stresses me out, and that all they talked about because they had that in common? i guess?? i tried to start different conversations but they all somehow changed back to driving??

and then i soon realized that i was just the “friends little sister” because i was quickly uncomfortable and wanted to leave just from a few comments. (note: they are a less than two years older than me).

he brought up something about driving to my sister and how there was this one person (around my age) that didn’t know the difference between something (which neither did i). and he noticed that i made a face at the comment and said “did you even know that?” “i saw you make a face” i was confused but said “i wouldn’t be able to tell you that answer” again IM LEARNING HOW TO DRIVE RN SO OFC IDK EVERYTHING. he literally laughed before giving me the answer. i felt so uncomfortable and humiliated like what.

i’m also just sensitive which is something i’m insecure about because all my friends are older than me and i’m constantly getting belittled or feel stupid because i don’t know “the right answer”

idk i may just be dramatic but this was seriously so uncomfy. i don’t even know why i was invited, he asked me maybe three questions the few hours we were with him. “i want to catch up with you guys” literally just don’t invite me next time only if you think i’ll feel left out, i won’t.

i think i’m just frustrated from still being treated like a little kid from everyone because i’m always the youngest..

anyhow don’t mind the bad grammar and whatever and sorry if this didn’t fully make sense, i’m ranting at 1:30am so i’m tired 😖

stay safe and healthy 🤍

-rosie

[lucygraysboy]

“guess that’s the only explanation. i must be immune to all these chemicals, must be a dinosaur thing. i mean, it took a meteor to wipe out my ancestors so of course a box of froot loops won’t be enough to end me,” billy muses with a laugh, taking a jar of organic grape spread off the shelf and carefully lowering it into the cart. “but we could tell our friends that i went bald ‘cause i’d been havin’ radioactive cereal for breakfast since i turned six. i just know bob olinger would buy that, the idiot that he is.” the sound that escapes lucy gray’s mouth has him snorting, shaking his head but his chest only continues to expand — how come she cares so deeply about his wellbeing after everything he’s put her through? she’s too good for this world. “is that even legal? feeding people poison? and FDA’s just sleepin’ on it or what?” he frowns, his thoughts once again aligning with hers. he figures it shouldn’t surprise him that big corporations regularly break the law and get away with it, but the injustice will never not annoy him. “mmm, antifreeze. wonderful.” but he grimaces and tugs gently on the cart, moving them away from the cereal boxes as though they could absorb all the bad ingredients through osmosis. “alright, so where do we draw the line between god’s and human’s creations?” he enjoys these existential conversations with lucy gray a little more than he probably should, but he can’t help it. she’s so smart and he’s constantly in awe of her.

“i don’t want to put bad things in my body, baby. i’m just messin’ with you ‘cause you’re so cute when you’re all riled up and ranting. i’ve missed bein’ lectured in the middle of target, alright?” he muses, sneaking a bag of jolly ranchers into the cart as he leans in and kisses her cheek again. there’s something intoxicating about her. he couldn’t stop kissing and touching and hugging her even if his life depended on it. “first cigarettes and now cocaine… let me ask again. who are you and what did you do to my lucy gray?” he teases, playing along but shaking his head. “i wouldn’t even know how to find a drug dealer in a town like this.” east jesus or however people from new york call tiny towns in the middle of nowhere. “it’s not new york city where the dealers find you, not the other way ‘round.” now that he’s thinking about it, isn’t that messed up? but what isn’t messed up about concrete jungles? maybe he’s still a small town boy at heart, after all. “thank you, thank you.” laughing as he gets applauded, he bows once, twice, three times, all in hopes of making her giggle. “things i do for our future babies. i’ll make sure to tell them about this, remind them why they’re so healthy and strong. the sacrifices their father had to make.” a heavy sigh escapes his lips, acting as though she’d just made him give up water not bleach and antifreeze. “you’re a supermodel. no such thing as an ugly picture of you, look at this.” he swipes his finger and presents a different shot, his cheeks aching from the way he’s grinning. of course, he’s got plenty of pictures in which she’s either taking a nap with her mouth open or doing something embarrassing, making a silly face, but they still belong on the cover of vogue in his opinion. “hey, let’s take one together,” he suggests, standing behind the cart and beaming as he leans in and presses his cheek to hers. right hand extended, front camera coming to life as he snaps a quick selfie. he’s definitely posting this one on his instagram, for everyone to see. though, he doubts billy taupe can hold up his phone now, he can hope the other man sees it anyway. now that makes him particularly giddy. “go ahead, but make sure to tag me.”

“ohh, hm…” nodding along, but she’s glad about all this talk about her being a grinch. it meant he didn’t like her and there was nothing to like. she wonders why every person named blair was always a jerk? “that is life, yeah.” she agreed, relating to that when she always got partnered with people she never was fond of because they had a bad attitude or billy taupe even. he just had to be in their group— not anymore. but of course she met him because he just had to be in their group and got tangled up with someone so terrible like him. “we’ll decide that as they come.” she softly laughs, thinking she didn’t know the answer yet of what ages they should be. “i don’t know, i guess you’re immune at this point…” lucy gray playfully rolled her eyes then listened to the gross ingredients she already knew was in there, giving a sarcastic hum of delight. “no, they’re just lyin’ about that part. maybe a single pinch of good minerals buried under bleach, cleaning supplies chemicals and antifreeze.” that time she rolled her eyes in annoyance at the fact they even sold unhealthy stuff like this in stores. “god didn’t create froot loops. some person made froot loops.” and knew what he or she was doing making them colorful, enticing, but filling them with cheap garbage. “well, yeah,” mocking his words, “but you can’t really defend fake food like this. it’s a proven fact this stuff does lead to diseases and other health issues. i mean, why do you want to put such bad things in your body? we need to take care of our bodies an’ give it things it deserves.” not fill with so many bad ingredients. “we might as well.” she laughed at his comment, then bubbled with amusement as the thought lingered after she replied. “yayyy.” she happily clapped, at him putting the bad peanut butter back and placing the better option in. “yeah, exactly. i want to have a healthy baby, so their father has to be healthy to get a healthy baby.” the brunette innocently smiles, looking at the things they pass. “i like it,” she nodded in approval at the one he took, smiling sweetly at how he wants to make it his lockscreen, “i’ll make one of mine i took of you a lockscreen too. but first…i’ll post on instagram.” a laugh escaped as she found the one with his beanie half pulled down.