#because this is the fucking real world and perfect relationships don’t exist

[doveofdeath]

also love how it feels like my friends hate me all the time and don’t want me around because i’m fucking annoying to them but they won’t say anything because they’re too nice

[papayadump]

on going landoscar fic rec !! :]

equal machinery by anon | race engineer oscar/driver lando

“Did you know you get, like, actual stars in your eyes, or hearts, maybe, when you talk about racing cars?” “Sorry,” Oscar’s pretty sure he’s fucked the interview, “I’m not usually like that.” – I finally write Driver x Race Engineer Landoscar as an excuse to talk about racing.

so fun and interesting to read about how oscar sees his work, sees the cars, sees lando

astra ex machina by @ne0nyx | sci fi mecha pilots landoscar

“Don’t you get weird vibes?” “Weird vibes?” Oscar repeats, eyebrow raised. “Yeah. Like… I don’t know. Like there’s something we’re not being told, something we don’t know.” “It’s space. There’s always something we don’t know.”

Lando opens his mouth to argue… but nothing comes out. He processes Oscar’s reply.

Technically, he’s right. - Lando is a Mecha Pilot, and Oscar is his mysterious new partner.

GOD, FUCK, THIS FIC ,,, newest chapter broke my heart ,, the dread and anticipation is gonna make me throw up but im still in for the ride

i think i found a part of me beside you by @complementaryhalves | driver landoscar + teammate dynamics

The night before his first Australian Grand Prix, Oscar receives a weird racing tip from his manager. When the season turns desperate, he shares with Lando, and they begin to use it. After all, what's a little strategic mutual edging between teammates? Except, it turns Oscar's rookie season into a journey of self-discovery he hadn't quite anticipated: race after race, he'll fight a lot with his own head and heart, learn many new things about himself, Lando, and the world, and maybe find love along the way.

messy teammate relationship baby !! i need to reread this one its so gooddd. teammates who rubs together,,, uh,,, well lets see how theyll end up 😭

Call It What You Want To by @dearbongjae | college au + rich people problems

Oscar Piastri didn’t mean to start a school-wide scandal. But when his “fictional” love essay goes viral across campus and the entire media, everyone thinks it’s real. Which is awkward, considering the boyfriend in question doesn’t exist. Unfortunately for Oscar, being a Piastri means his private life isn’t personal—it’s business. His powerful, reputation-obsessed parents now expect to meet this perfect mystery boyfriend. And whoever Oscar dates? They better be someone who brings value to the family name. Enter: Lando Norris. Model. Golden Boy. Media darling. And currently, the center of a PR disaster thanks to a false dating rumor linking him to a problematic, tabloid-loving model and socialite. George, their mutual friend, sees potential when others see disaster. So he sets them up. Oscar walks in with a plan; Lando walks in with an open mind and a quietly hopeful heart. What begins as a mutually beneficial arrangement turns into something much messier, because falling for your fake boyfriend wasn’t part of the deal. And Oscar is very good at pretending. Until he’s not.

SO EXCITED FOR THIS ONE ! asshole ish oscar and popular golden boy lando :]

ceruse + celibacy by @agustloves | tudor era + prince lando/servant oscar

“Every Tudor rose has its thorns.” During the Tudor dynasty in England, Oscar is cursed (or perhaps blessed) to be the servant for Prince Lando. From a poor life in Italy to sleeping in the room opposite royalty. He yearns to get his family to score positions with royalty too. The only issue is, the prince he serves is infuriatingly divacious. Yet beautiful. And complex. And they fall in love. In love and war. But an arranged marriage between Duke Jenson and Prince Lando changes everything in court. Will Oscar risk it all to save an ill fated Lando?

oscar being a caring asshole (?) to bratty prince lando. lando is equally a brat and a tortured soul and oscar is equally cruel and loyal to lando. the angst here is crazy. there are a lot of moments where i audibly gasped while reading.

while the eyes are on us by amilyame | hunger games setting

Twenty-three slips with his name. That’s all it took. "I present to you the tributes of District 10 for the 74th Hunger Games!" Helmut Marko’s voice rang out. Lando glanced again at Oscar standing next to him — straight, motionless, with an impassive face. A person who had chosen to be here himself. In the district, they said that the butcher Piastri's son's hand wouldn't tremble even when he needed to slaughter a young bull. I wonder, thought Lando with sudden grim clarity, would it tremble when the time came to kill a person?

shepherd lando and a butcher's apprentice ,, the shepherd and his guard dog ,,, what more does one need. ALSO love how the author adapted "oscar being a fanboy since long" here

Satellites by @fairielux and @mintraindrop | star wars au

The Force has led Lando and Oscar into Wild Space. To a planet named Kesh. Their sanctuary and a way to learn about themselves.

im a sucker for a good crossover (?) au ,,, it feels like the authors are having fun writing too <3

[luvfae]

BAD INVESTMENT

PART NINETEEN

summary: drowning in guilt and trapped in a relationship you no longer want, you can’t stop thinking about thanos—even after his confession shattered everything. he refuses to let you go, leaving flowers, notes, reminders that he’s still there. you should ignore him. you should hate him. but when you don’t throw the latest bouquet away, you realize—you don’t want to.

parings: thanos/choi su bong x f!reader, lee myung gi x f!reader

warnings: swearing, mention of cheating

bad investment masterlist

The next few days blurred together into a suffocating haze. You had taken leave from work—an entire week off—but time didn’t feel real anymore. The hours stretched and shrank in strange, uneven ways. Some nights you lay awake, staring blankly at the ceiling, feeling like a ghost in your own body. Some days you sat by the window, watching the city move without you, the world turning as if nothing had changed.

But everything had changed.

And Myung-Gi was always there.

He barely left your side, hovering like a shadow, whispering apologies like they meant something. Like if he said the words enough times, they would morph into a spell, a magic trick that could undo everything.

“I’m sorry,” he’d murmur against your temple. “I love you, baby.”

“I’ll be better.”

“I’ll fix this.”

On and on, a broken fucking record.

You had never felt so miserable in your entire life.

He touched you constantly—hugged you, kissed you, stroked your hair like he still had the right. And you let him. Not because you wanted it, not because you forgave him, but because you were too drained to fight it. Too exhausted to say no.

And every time his hands were on you, every time his voice filled the room with empty promises, all you could think about was how the hell you had gotten here.

Where had the man you had fallen for gone?

The man who used to make you laugh so hard your stomach hurt. The one who used to look at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. The one who made you believe in love, in something real, something worth fighting for.

That man was gone.

Had he ever really existed?

Because now, Myung-Gi looked at you like a possession. Like a trophy sitting on a shelf. Something to be owned, to be kept. He didn’t see you anymore—not really. He only saw what he wanted you to be.

And maybe that was the worst part.

Maybe that was why you had done the one thing you swore you’d never do.

You had never even considered cheating before. Never thought you were capable of it. You had always believed that if you ever fell out of love, you would be honest. You would walk away with your dignity intact.

But you hadn’t.

You had betrayed him.

You had betrayed yourself.

And despite everything—despite Myung-Gi’s desperate apologies, despite the crushing guilt curling in your stomach, despite the mess you had made—the only thing you could think about was him.

Thanos.

It made no fucking sense.

You should hate him. You should never want to see him again. You should be disgusted, horrified, furious. He had stalked you. He had manipulated you. He had drugged your drink. He had planned to ruin you, to use you like a pawn in his twisted game of revenge.

But he hadn’t.

He had told you the truth when he didn’t have to. He had looked you in the eyes, raw and vulnerable, and laid out every terrible, ugly thing he had done. He could’ve kept lying. Could’ve played the part of the perfect lover, the man who had saved you from Myung-Gi’s suffocating grip.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he had let you go.

And that should’ve been it. That should’ve been the end of it.

But it wasn’t.

Because the truth was, when he had said your name, when he had whispered it like it meant something, like you meant something, a part of you had melted.

Because no matter how much you wanted to deny it, no matter how much you told yourself it wasn’t real, you had felt safe with him.

Safer than you had felt in years.

And now, sitting here in this wreck of an apartment, drowning in Myung-Gi’s suffocating presence, all you could think about was him. The way his voice wrapped around your name. The way he had looked at you, like he had never wanted anything more. The way he had let you go, even though every fiber of his being had screamed for him to hold on.

What the fuck was wrong with you?

Why did the thought of Thanos make your chest ache more than Myung-Gi’s apologies?

Why did you miss him, even now, even knowing everything he had done?

Why did it feel like you had left something behind when you walked away from him?

And why, despite everything, did you find yourself wanting to go back?

—

Thanos was losing his fucking mind.

A week.

It had been a week since you walked out of his apartment, since you looked at him like he was a stranger—a monster—and left him standing there, drowning in the mess of his own making.

You hadn’t called. You hadn’t texted. You had given him nothing.

And fuck, he wanted to respect that. He wanted to be the kind of man who let you breathe, let you process, let you come to him when you were ready.

But he wasn’t that man. He never had been.

So instead, he did what he could. What he had to.

It started with the flowers.

A simple bouquet—nothing too over-the-top, nothing too flashy—left on the hood of your car outside work. A small, folded note tucked between the petals.

I meant every word. I care about you. I’m not giving up.

And he watched—fuck, he watched—hidden in the shadow of a nearby alley, heart in his throat as you approached your car. He saw the way you stilled when you noticed the flowers, the way your hands curled into fists at your sides.

And then you picked them up.

For a second, his heart soared.

And then you tossed them in the trash without even reading the note.

A bitter laugh bubbled in his throat, but it died just as quickly as it came.

Fine.

You wanted to be stubborn? So could he.

The next day, it was another note. This time, slipped into your mailbox.

I don’t expect you to forgive me. But I need you to know I’m sorry.

Then another bouquet.

Then chocolates.

Then another note, handed off to the receptionist at your clinic.

I don’t regret meeting you. I only regret how I did it.

He wasn’t calling. He wasn’t texting. He wasn’t knocking on your door.

But he wasn’t leaving, either.

And fuck, he didn’t know if it was working. He didn’t know if he was just making you angrier, if he was pushing you further away. But he didn’t know how else to make you understand that he wasn’t going anywhere.

Because he had lost everything once before, and he had survived.

But he wasn’t sure he’d survive losing you.

-

The knock on your office door was soft but persistent. You sighed, barely looking up from your paperwork. “Come in.”

The door creaked open, and in walked Mina, the clinic receptionist, holding—for the third fucking time this week—a bouquet of fresh flowers.

You exhaled sharply, dropping your pen onto your desk. “Mina—”

“Before you say anything,” she cut in, grinning, “I just wanna say, if you don’t want him, I’ll gladly take him off your hands.”

You rolled your eyes, already knowing where this was going. “Mina—”

“I’m serious,” she interrupted, setting the bouquet down in front of you. “That man is hot, Y/N. Like, ‘sweep me off my feet and ruin my life’ kind of hot.” She plopped down in the chair across from your desk, crossing her legs, looking positively smug.

You stared at the bouquet, jaw tightening. The arrangement was different from the last two—deep red roses, lilies, and hints of baby’s breath woven in. The flowers were perfect. Too perfect.

And then there was the note, tucked between the petals.

You didn’t reach for it.

Mina did.

She plucked it free, waggling her eyebrows as she very obviously read it before handing it over.

“He’s a poet, too,” she sighed dreamily.

You snatched the note from her hands, glaring. “You read it?”

Mina didn’t even pretend to be ashamed. “I have to live vicariously through someone, babe. And your love life is more interesting than my entire existence.”

You exhaled, unfolding the note.

I know you’re still mad. I don’t blame you. But I meant what I said—I’m not going anywhere. Take your time, but don’t think for a second I’ve given up on you.

Your chest tightened.

You should throw it away. Toss the flowers in the trash like you had the last ones. Pretend none of this was happening. Pretend he wasn’t happening.

But you couldn’t.

Instead, you folded the note back up and set it on your desk. Mina was still staring, a knowing smirk on her face.

“You gonna keep them this time?” she teased, nodding toward the flowers.

You hesitated.

You shouldn’t.

But instead of answering, you leaned back in your chair, rubbing at your temples. “He’s not a poet, he’s a manipulative asshole.”

Mina tilted her head, considering. “A hot manipulative asshole who’s treating you like a damn queen right now.”

You shot her a glare.

She only shrugged. “I’m just saying. If a guy like that was groveling at my feet, I’d at least hear him out.”

“You don’t even know him,” you muttered.

“Neither do you,” she countered, and fuck, that hurt more than it should have.

Because she was right.

Did you really know him?

Had you ever known him?

Or had you just fallen for the version of him that he wanted you to see?

“But whoever he is? He actually gives a shit about you,” she said, smirking. “Which is a hell of a lot more than I can say for… whatever the fuck your boyfriend’s name is.”

You shot her a flat look. “Myung-Gi.”

“Right,” she drawled, waving a dismissive hand. “That guy.”

Mina stood, patting the desk as she turned to leave. “At least read the damn notes before you throw them away next time. I’d kill for a man that dedicated.”

You didn’t reply.

Because you had no fucking clue what you were going to do.

[crepesuzette2023]

Hi! Because someone just asked me, I'd love you hear your Top 5 favourite McLennon fics!

You made my day! Nothing could have made me happier than this ask.

I'm not going to evade your question. I will post my top-five, even though it hurts to choose. But you inspired me to finally write a longer (okay: very long) post about some (not nearly all!) of my favorites, which will be under the cut.

(Sorry for not knowing every writer's tumblr, by the way. Please feel free to let me know, so I can tag authors where appropriate. Thank you!)

My Top 5:

MIRACLE WORKER by @scurator. What can I say. Every time I need my heart broken and to feel an inkling of what grace truly means, I go to this masterpiece about Paul and Robert Fraser finding each other again at Cavendish in 1981.

COAST STARLIGHT by bookofapril is "Miracle Worker's" cosmic twin. The sun to its night. Paul and Robert Fraser on Fire Island in 1974. Nothing I can say will do it justice, so I won't try. This is the "other world" conjured in "Tug of War," so powerfully and joyfully imagined, it's real. (I'm always thinking of this story, but I did so extra hard when I came across a prompt recently: 'They aren't each other's first love, but they're each other's true love'.)

SAME AS IT EVER WAS by RedheadAmongWolves. My favorite Outsider's POV. An ageing newsstand owner from Liverpool remembers John and Paul as boys and young men. There's something magical about the relationship coming alive in these glimpses. A story filled with tenderness that reminds me to always look closely.

AN ORGASM OF SOUND by @pauls1967moustache. The insanity of John and Paul in 1967 got the tribute it deserves. I sleep easier since I read this story. It feels cosmically right that it exists.

PLANT A SEED by @eveepe. Paul in his slutty sailor outfit in Miami. He and John are into each other, and happy, and fuck slowly. Afterwards, Paul has an idea for a new song. That's it. Tender, glorious, hot perfection. Apply at least once a week for best results.

For more thoughts about some of my favorite stories, sorted into very much defined-ad-hoc categories, read under the cut.

Young Love:

I love the myth of their first meeting, and stories that speculate about the sexually loaded creative fireworks/gritty jealousies/tentative hand-holding/topping and tailing during the first years. Here are some faves:

Paul finds music, and John, and his life is changing. In STREETS OF OUR TOWN (@with-eyes-closed) you can taste the upheaval and promise of first love and growing up. Deeply sensual, even without on-page sex. The shaky, sweet, and all-consuming fire of John and Paul’s first kiss is immortalized in ALL I KNOW SINCE YESTERDAY (RedheadAmongWolves). In NON NOBIS SOLUM (@downtothe-lastdrop), art student John simply has to know how far grammar school boy Paul will go to please him. But Paul matches him play-by-play. In THE CAST IRON SHORE (@m1ssunderstanding) Paul earns extra money through music and sex. John finds out. They fall in love, and hide their mutual pining behind transactions—but in the end, they man up to pair up, and get their band back on track. (The first part is finished; I can’t wait for part 2.) John and Paul’s ’61 trip to Paris has been honored in fiction many times; WHEN YOU ARE YOUNG THEY ASSUME YOU KNOW NOTHING (@lilypadd23) is a slow-burning, blessedly long story that blossoms sweetly. DON’T THINK ABOUT IT is the concept by which Paul measures both his pining for John and their deeply satisfying (but surely not really queer?!) sex life. Perfectly realized Paul POV by @merseydreams. Finally: I NEED YOU DARLIN’ (verse) (by @beatlessideblog) would have fit many categories, but I put it here, because in the end, it’s about young John and Paul becoming friends, making music, having sex, and falling in love. No more, no less. Embedded in a late 50’s/early 60's Liverpool omegaverse in which there's a place for their bond. But, surprise (?!): It’s still complicated. I can’t overstate how charming and satisfying and funny and hot this work is.

Old John and Paul:

Is there anything as lovely as imagining John and Paul growing old together?

In HERE TODAY (@herspecialagent), John and Paul found happiness with each other in Scotland. On 8th December 1980, they invite friends for a party, and fight an inexplicable sense of doom. A reminder that our other lives can be closer than we think, and to keep our loved ones even closer.

GROW OLD WITH ME (@inherownwr1te): Old farmers and husbands John and Paul enjoy domestic bliss, deal with a broken arm, and make sweet love.

HAVING COFFEE (@feathersandblue): John Lennon and Paul McCartney, “one of the most iconic gay couples in history,” look back on their early love, the Beatles, and being outed in the 80’s, in this oh-so-glamourous, well-written 2020 portrait…

Magical re-tellings of J/P and/or the Beatles Story:

No matter where you come down on the blessed vs. cursed continuum—they were living through something magical.

In KISSING THE BLARNEY (@zilabee) the Beatles draw love and music from kissing Paul, and each other, until the stupid world interferes. But fear not, all ends well. How to tell the truth through whimsy: this story demonstrates it.

In WE ARE ALL TOGETHER (also by @zilabee), John and Paul switch bodies. It helps.

I WAS A YOUNGER MAN NOW (THEN) (POST HOC) BY @fingersfallingupwards: Paul is a time traveler and braids his life together with John’s, out of order, through the years. And yes, they do grow old together—but not without losing each other first. I’m in awe of this story.

A darker time-traveling story is A MATTER OF TIME (D12Fan), in which John and Paul love each other, over and over, and never manage to make it work—but Paul won’t give up.

FOR THOUGH THEY MAY BE PARTED (@downtothe-lastdrop): The misery of the 'Get Back' sessions and memory-stunting technology imported from “Severance” are not enough to kill off John and Paul’s attraction and longing for each other. Again, this is basically what happened, so.

John and Paul without the Beatles?

Yes, please! Sometimes, the best way to dissect and celebrate (and fix?) this mesmerizing and exasperating partnership is to lift it from its context and drop it elsewhere. Anything goes.

WHATEVER FATE DECREES by @dailyhowl: A gorgeous, finely spun, securely handled, self-contained vision of how John and Paul could have worked as artists in love, without a band to 'legitimize' and constrain their bond. I love this homage to their deep and complicated love that needed trust and breathing room.

1967 by @walkuntilthedaylight: What if John and Paul had gone to Spain together and not come back? This story not only explores their relationship layer by layer, it also dives into the the feelings of those who knew them 'before' and who now meet them again, as a couple. A fascinating alternate history. Not a fluffy one.

TOMORROW I'LL MISS YOU (@pauls1967moustache): Paul abandons John in Hamburg—or John stays behind without bothering to write, depending on who you ask. This "Before Sunset"—AU reunites them, years later. They ride a bus and write a song, and the love and tension are sweet and painful.

DOUBLE FANTASY (by @javelinbk): Modern AU in which John and Paul meet at John's flower shop and manage to ignore and creatively re-interpret their feelings for one another for a surprising amount of time, before fate has mercy. I love how their sweet, well-matched eccentricity makes the world a warmer place for both of them.

WE ARE STARDUST (Unchained_Daisychain): AU. John and Paul meet at Woodstock, fall hard and fast for each other, and have to decide what to do with it: Paul's life is back home in England...except...

Angst, darkness, and courage:

Pain, fear, grief, and other dark emotions are part of the real J/P story, so it makes sense to honor and harvest them in fiction. One of my favorite brands of McLennon angst is the one triggered by their feelings for each other, and the thing they become once they're together™. When they're scared of how much they need each other, and of what will happen next.

ONE AND ONE AND ONE IS THREE and MANAGING EXPECTATIONS (both by @pauls1967moustache), for instance. The first is a terrifying threesome with Yoko (at John's instigation, of course), in which trust is never rewarded and sex resolves nothing. The second is Paul wondering, in thoughts both messy and crystal clear, whether he exists independently of John. He turns to Brian for answers. They fuck. It feels like a human thing compared to what is going on in Paul's mind. Just astounding.

SUNDAY DRIVER (@boshemians) dives into the theme of Paul and John being afraid of themselves in the aftermath of Paul's accident (moped, sexual) with Tara Browne. This one, like "Managing Expectations," ends on a lovely grace note.

MACABRE (@dovetailjoints). Lennon and McCartney go too far.

OPEN HEART (@paisanas). Paul drinks John's blood. John lets him. But Paul starts to hate himself for how much he needs John, which John feels as rejection. I love how this story ends on Paul embracing his need. You can see the painful, bare bones of their malnourished love under the lush sensuality of the vampire sex. Raw and rich.

SILENCE (@ohjohnnysblog). Short and piercing. If there is someone you love—tell them. Don't wait.

THE LATE, GREAT JOHNNY ACE (@midchelle). Reeling with grief, Paul is recording an album in 1981. George and Ringo are there. John is not. But in the end—he is. And they touch. I've always admired Paul's resilience in the face of having to perform or "prove" his love of John in public, and this story showed me, without sugar-coating, where this resilience comes from.

Light, hope, and fixing things:

There is also much lightness and brightness in McLennon, because John and Paul were ridiculous, and horny, and weird. And also: they deserve a laugh. They deserve the fluffiest of happy endings. They deserve high-quality, life-affirming smut. They deserve silly, because silly is what they were. You know their names, look up their number.

1980. John is in BERMUDA (@scurator), Paul visits. Paul comes prepared, John just comes. Sometimes, it can be this simple. This story always leaves me in such a good mood. Paul is the (more) experienced one, and it...really works for me.

GOT TO GET DOWN (@eveepe): In praise of John's obsession with Paul's...precious. His small and perfect prick.

ADVENTURES IN TOTAL HONESTY (@merseydreams). Pithy and sexy, and, I quote from the tags: #Excessive Margarita Mixing.

ANINUT (@pauls1967moustache): The Beatles heal, together and separately, after Brian's death. Once more, I quote the writer: "The Beatles did not follow any of the Jewish mourning traditions, and frankly, they should have."

The unhinged weirdness of the Mad Day Out, with John and Paul escaping and Francie, Yoko and Mal not missing them...much, is rightfully celebrated in one of the insaner stories I read: JOHN, I'M ONLY DANCING (@skylikeaflame)

FAIR'S FAIR (@javelinbk): John and Paul are being silly during a press conference, resulting in acute arousal requiring John's skilled intervention. I love the unexpected care and tenderness in this one!

WHERE THE POETS WENT (RedheadAmongWolves): Tender and enchanted story in which Paul and John go to a bookstore, where they're not as famous as everywhere else. As delicate as the chiming doorbells and the pages murmuring around them.

TAKEN AWAY (@crumblingcookies) Extraterrestrial Intelligence intervenes to reunite John and Paul.

CAN I TAKE MY FRIEND TO BED? (manhattanvalleys). Paul fucks the band in sequence and gets off in the end, as is his due. This is a story like Prince's KISS. No filler, all effect.

THEY SAY IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY (@ohjohnnysblog). Warm and nostalgic phone sex in the 70's.

KEEP THE LIGHT WE'RE GIVEN (@backbenttulips). Amidst the rise of Beatlemania, Paul and John expect their first child. This is Paul's 1962 diary.

More Outsider POV's:

STILL MATES (@pauls1967moustache): in 1968, Peter Asher takes the leap to act on his feelings for his sister's spiraling ex fiancé. This isn't about Paul as much as about Peter, and who he wants to be. Gutting character study. It made me love Peter.

ANOTHER GIRL (@boshemians): Astrid reunites with the Beatles during the making of AHDN and registers their words and deeds with the same stark objectivity as her camera. I love how she seeks the shelter of obscurity while they are being dragged into the limelight. But she sees them, wherever they are. J/P in this story feels incredibly real to me.

WHY BUY THE COW (RedheadAmongWolves). The milkman sees everything on his early morning rounds: the arrival of a nice new family, the McCartneys, the mother's illness, the sadness after her death...and the arrival of a new love in the older son's life. He shouldn't approve—should say something, in fact. But a small inner voice holds him back.

SLEEPLESS IN WALES (thinkpink20). Mike overhears Paul and John whisper in bed. He doesn't understand everything they say. I do. Adorable.

Not each other's first love, but each other's true love

THIS YEAR'S FOR ME AND YOU (@skylikeaflame): After a long life, after deep and loving partnerships with other people, John and Paul, encouraged by their grown-up children, finally meet their mutual love head on. A festive story about waiting the perfect amount of time.

THERE ARE ALWAYS FLOWERS (tarenas): The Beatles are in the past; John and Paul's love is in ashes. Paul, who is fragile and bereft, lives with George, who is content. The four ex-Beatles unite for the second wedding of Mike McCartney. At times, the aching grief in this story is almost unbearable. But the love between George and Paul is unusual and real. This is unfinished. I'll keep waiting for the final chapter.

Beyond J/P

WANT ME WHEN I'M NOT THERE (@backbenttulips): Linda catches Paul cheating on her with John. She divorces him. Finally: a story that puts her most likely reaction front and center, with no mercy for the messed-up geniuses.

In the Rebecca-AU LOVE LIKE GHOSTS (@backbenttulips), Yoko becomes Mrs. Lennon. Soon, she discovers that her husband is haunted by the ghost of his first love. It's pleasing how well this re-telling matches the events as they (alas) (almost) happened. The ending is chilling. Genuinely horrifying. I love seeing Yoko as the sensible one and as the focus of empathy.

THE BASS LESSON (@aquarianshift). Paul and Stu fool around without letting go of their mutual resentment for even a moment. And it works. "Let's never do this again." I don't think so.

TELL ME ALL MY LOVE'S IN VAIN (@midchelle). Forget about quote unquote platonically obsessed male rock stars: This about about Maureen and Patti through the years. The web weaving continues.

SPOTLIGHT ON JOHN AND STU (@dailyhowl) A love story in letters—too brief, like Stu's life, but sounding as if the writer transcribed their dictation. Some of the best descriptions of what it must have been like to play on stage with the Beatles during the mania are in NO I IN THREESOME (@with-eyes-closed). George finds himself in the beam of attention between John and Paul, and nearly loses his mind. But he's determined to stay and become part of them. Paul is daddy and "fucks like music" as seen through George's eyes. The whole story is vicious and hot and uncomfortable—until there's the love and quiet at the eye of the storm.

Not for the faint of heart! WHAT THE CIGGIE CARTON SAW (@waveofhand): Paul McCartney having his way with cigarettes.

This is getting out of hand...but I'll stop here. There are so many more stories I love. And I can think of many other categories that would deserve their own post.

So, who knows: To be continued?

[angelicsjn]

Hi hi! I remember reading your blog last year and I found you again!!

So, SHOWER THOUGHT!! I was wondering how would the yan deals with their fans sending hate comments/death threats to MC just because they are dating them?

- Like for Roman, his F1 fans, they don’t like MC being his WAGs (I learn that from my F1 ✨bestie✨, unless MC is gender neutral coz I actually don’t remember).

- For Jae, his delusional K-pop fans (just like the real life delulu fans), if the relationship is not revealed and the paparazzi somehow manage to take a pic of them dating at night outside and the fans go crazy abt it.

- Kaidan is his online fans, Joshua is his fellow church members???? I’m not sure for Lento (his past hook-up?) and Hayden coz they sweet as hell.

YOUR SEVEN YANDERES.

A N: I will write it differently for the non-famous ones!

A B O U T: They see you're getting hated on.

W A R N I N G S: Death threats and online hate.

— ROMAN BEAUREGARD.

Roman is livid. He sees it all just before a race, and the whole day he's steaming, but hey, he got pole!

He has never raced so viciously in his life, and damn, he was still steaming afterwards.

Just know that he kissed you extra hard in front of the cameras that day, as a massive, 'fuck you' to the idiots who are horrible.

He wouldn't directly make a post about it. He's media trained and knows how to look good to the masses, but he does show you off more as a silent way of telling the fans to get a life.

— LATEN REED.

Laten only sees it when it's affecting you, he doesnt realise that the women around you are mean due to you both dating. He's so happy with you that nothing else exists outside of your little bubble.

Maybe you suggest breaking up. You cry over the mean comments they make towards you. Maybe you flat out ignore him in public to save yourself the backlash.

Either way, he is devastated. He's so upset that 1. He didn't notice, and 2. You're upset over a bunch of idiots.

He would comfort you, pamper you, baby you. Make sure that you're happy with him because he genuinely would go crazy if he ever lost you.

Laten will catch them out and flash his pretty smile, "Leave them alone. It's none of your business." And they smile and giggle, and suddenly they all love you and have a fanclub for you... which is also annoying.

But at least they're not mean anymore!

— JAE 'NIKO' LEE.

Due to his job and the nature of it. There is nothing that he can do. He needs to keep a polite and positive front, he can't let people know the real him.

But he is seething. Seeing the death threats? The doxxing? He's angry.

He will use it as an excuse to pin you underneath his thumb and keep you in place, "it's too dangerous out there, darling."

Honestly, he uses it to his advantage for his selfish desires of keeping you where he wants you.

But he does seek them out and have them sorted out. Legally, of course.

— KAIDAN WOLFE.

Kaidan is so upset. Our delusional baby is so overwhelmed by the fact that your sadness is due to his popularity.

His entire fandom is created by people who want him, of course it's his fault you're getting hate.

He posts you more and makes sure that you feel loved and seen. That he doesn't listen to them, doesn't care.

Kaidan takes you out on private dates and hangs around with you 1:1 to make sure that the intimacy is there.

He wants you to know that he loves you and doesn't care about what they say, so neither should you.

— HAYDEN WEST.

I genuinely don't see anything like this happening. He's a very introverted person and not really ever noticed by others.

He thanks the world for bringing you so close into his grasp.

— JOSHUA WHITE.

The girls at the church can be vicious. Joshua is the perfect man. The perfect husband. The perfect father. Their dream man.

Taken by you? What in God's name?

He doesn't seem the sly remarks or the jabs made your way at first. He's so busy helping the community.

When he finally picks up on your behaviour as you slowly crawl into yourself due to their nastiness, he's over it.

He hates bullies. Those who are unkind. It goes against everything he believes in.

He makes sure to make it known in the church that its people will remain respectful and kind, to love thy neighbour, and to stop being judgmental idiots.

He also makes sure to make eye contact with those who make you uncomfortable, to really lay it on thick that he won't stand for any of it.

— BLAKE CROSS.

Blake picks up on it way before you do, and he stamps it out just as fast.

He's wealthy, from a wealthy family and knows what he wants and how to get it.

He got you, and he's not going to lose you because of a bunch of idiots.

Unlike the others, he has no social boundaries and will create a fuss.

"Shut up, I wouldn't even piss on you if you were on fire." He spits their way before dragging you away from them with a scowl and clenched jaw.

Honestly, it doesn't take long for him to get rid of idiots. He knows he can be a nasty person, and he will take advantage of it.

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Sorry to drop into your ask box but I have been blown away by the reaction to the last couple of episodes. I’m fairly new but I am gobsmacked alleged actual mental health professionals are coming out to defend Eddie’s actions in the kitchen. That is straight up terrifying to think about.

Also seeing tiktok edits about how good it was and how they just need to hug each other, and how the shoulder grasp was their thing to help Eddie connect them emotionally. I have been in some toxic fandoms and I feel like I am being gaslit. That scene should have buried the nonexistent romantic relationship there and then. I find myself frustrated by the ‘oh Buck is sad, throw a kid at him’ aspect as well because it invalidates his whole feelings.

I have gone on a blocking spree with how bad the takes have been, like saying it’s racist to criticise Eddie or even ship BuckTommy. Having seen the hatred to Lou and Tommy but comparing it to the scenes, i am baffled by the levels of hate and vitriol. Lou is doing his job and they’re pleased to be harassing him and other actors. I like Buck Tommy, I like their scenes and I hope they bring them back! I loved how Tommy treats him like an adult and allows his feelings to be voiced.

Also I wish Ravi would replace Eddie full time because he has so much to add and it feels like certain people only like Buck when they can make him Eddie’s punching bag or doormat.

Welcome to the world of the 9-1-1 fanbase. I’m sorry that you’re seeing it like this as a newcomer, because before Buddie basically took over the fandom? It was actually quite a chill place.

The first thing you need to know about the Buddies is a simple fact; they truly believe that this is The Eddie Diaz Show™️. They think he’s the “main of all mains” or something, that the show wouldn’t exist, wouldn’t be as successful as it is, without him. Of course, that argument gets destroyed the second you look back to season one and realise that the show was successful enough to get renewed for a second season without him, but you’ll never convince them of that. You’re correct in saying that this scene should’ve buried any idea of romance between the two of them but they’ll twist anything into ship material. They did it with couches and lasagne, so naturally they’ll do it with emotional abuse too.

The second thing to note; they don’t actually like Buck. Not one of them truly gives a fuck about him. They treat him like a child, or a naughty puppy who’s just pissed on the carpet. You’ll get used to that, unfortunately. It never gets less annoying, you just learn to tune it out for the sake of your sanity. You’ll also see several bad faith takes about Buck’s “selfishness”, and about how Eddie “simply tells Buck what he needs to hear”. The “filtered tags” option in your settings and the block button are going to become your best friends; use them liberally. The rest of us do, you might as well join the ranks.

As for Ravi replacing Eddie, I think a lot of us are on the Ravi Main Train™️ at this point. We’re all tired of Eddie being stuck in the same cycle as he was in season 3, with no real growth anywhere to be found. Adding Ravi to the team permanently would be a great way to refresh the show, while keeping us familiar with the characters. We know Ravi, we like him, there’s no need to work in a new face with a new backstory and hope they connect with the audience. Ravi has all of that already. He’s the perfect “new” addition to the main cast, the perfect way to give the show that “fresh” feeling without making us adjust to yet another new character that might not land in the way Tim hoped (see Lena Bosko and Lucy Donato for examples).

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Bea Relationships!

Low (@rottmeltson) Has Bea accepted every request by Low to play a game? Yes. Has she also lost every time she’s played a game with Low? Yes. Bea always plays games with Low if they ask because Bea can’t comprehend the concept of telling somebody “no.”Even if Low didn’t cheat, she would still lose. The world is truly against her. Despite that, Bea doesn’t harbor any hatred towards the newspaper seller. She lost, probably not fair and square, and she isn’t the sore loser type. They’re most likely acquaintances, at least in Bea’s mind, but probably don’t interact enough to be friends.

Molly (@kiskister) Considering that most the time Molly sort of has a RBF, Bea would most likely be intimidated by her at first. But she learned from Reina to not judge a book by its cover, and also Vinnie seems to like her, so she must be nice. Does that mean she’ll genuinely try to form a friendship with her because she’s grown past her assumption that everyone and anyone has some secret plan to slice her throat in her slumber?… No. She will most likely keep her distance. Bea doesn’t interact with people unless people interact with her unless if you manage to form a friendship with her first. Despite that, Bea probably knows her family considering her mother has a lot of connections with a lot of people despite technically not being a Lootbag.

Laustaff (@kiskister) Expanding on the last part, like I said, she was probably familiar with some of Molly’s family. That doesn’t mean she interacted with them daily. It probably meant that one of her mother’s past coworkers had a family member who had a friend of a friend who knew them. Apart from that, they probably don’t know who Bea is and Bea doesn’t know who they are. If they interacted though, Bea would likely be overtly respectful and polite because she has always had respect for authority figures.

Mercy (@myrixnixi) Bea thinks she’s cool as fuck. Her natural aura is so powerful and Bea admires her ability to not put up with any bullshit. Bea is a little less timid around Mercy since she’s aware of the fact that she wants to make the trio happy and she respects that, but she would still not interact with her much out of fear of fucking up like she always does and saying something that would hurt her. Additionally, Bea cannot grasp why she seems to like Stone. Considering that Stone and Bea are constantly at odds, Bea has no idea how Mercy sees him in any positive light.  She’d never express this though because 1, no one listens anyways, and 2, she’s scared of pissing off Molly.

Sake(@theresbugsinmybasement) Bea wants to be like him. Confident, unapologetic, and pretty. They’d be like a mentor and mentee situation. Sake would probably try to prove to Bea that she should have more confidence in herself and not make herself a human doormat for everyone to walk on. Would Bea take this advice? Well, she’d probably nod her head, say “you’re right Sake, your so smart and I’m honored to have a friend like you” blah blah blah then go right back to letting people drain her dry of kindness. It’s the thought that counts though, right?

Reina (@v4lluvsst0n3) Holy shit do they have history. You remember Rosamie? Well you’re wrong, she never existed, Reina was actually Bea’s real mom and she was stolen from her at birth. (joking obv) But yeah they are mother and daughter goals. Where Bea has an inability to stand up for herself Reina makes up for it for threatening violence upon anyone who dare physically or emotionally harms her sad little blorbo of a daughter. Bea is incredibly thankful for Reina, because she showed her that Rosamie was not a good mother. She was never a mother at all. She was more like a dictator, punishing Bea at the slightest hint of not being the picture perfect cookie cutter daughter. 

Mincy (@sammygimmy) She’s like 90% sure she’s gonna murder her in her sleep. A grumpy blonde girl doesn’t exactly mix will with an anxious, timid mess of a girl. If they interacted, Bea would nod her head fervently and agree with anything and everything Minch said even if she told her to kill herself. Obviously Mincy isn’t going to do that though. Again, Mincy would probably advise Bea to form more of a backbone for herself in her own, edgy way. Bea would appreciate it even though she could feel the sweat trickling down her forehead.

Olive (@local-loudmouth) Yeah yeah she’s scared of him you know the drill. But they could genuinely have a really nice friendship. If Olive somehow managed to put down the teenage emo angst and if Bea managed to gulp down her fear of opening up to people, they would bond over their shared fear: not wanting people to leave them. The reason why Bea is so reluctant to let anyone take a peek into what really happened with her mother that resulted in her 3-month long absence is because she’s scared if they knew they would leave. They’d be good outlets for one another, bonding over the fact they’re both insanely fucked up.

Rosa (@r0saberry) Badass motherfucker. Bea admires her. Rosa has that chill aura, like you just feel relaxed around her. Bea probably feels more comfortable initiating conversation with her than she does other people. She thinks her music is really sick too, she’s always loved guitarists. But once again, she does not understand why she has a friendship with Stone and how the fuck she managed to do that. Again, Stone and Bea are no.1 opps who are not above killing each other in their sleep so she doesn’t get why she’s so fond of the drunkard.

[a-griffin-in-the-clouds]

You said "if any trans people want to talk" so here I am. I can't speak for everyone, but a lot of what you're asking about, for me, has to do with self love, which is one of the hardest concepts for people who've been trained their whole lives to deny themselves. I don't look back at my childhood self with distain or disgust because I know how much I went through to get here. The only thing I still hate is my dead name, which is dead because even before I realized I was trans ***I didn't want to associate with the abuser that imprisoned me until it wasn't convenient to use me anymore.*** It's a completely different reason on the surface, but I think it speaks more to the trans experience than a lot of people realize. That name wasn't one you were given the choice to have. That name didn't treat you with the respect you deserve. That name doesn't reflect who you are in the way that is so important to trans folks. One question that I heard was admittedly a lot more... What's the word for making someone simpler than it actually is? The question was: if you were transported to a deserted island with everything you needed to live a happy and full life, but NO ONE else was there... Would you still transition? Because if no, that doesn't mean you're not trans. It just means you need to examine your motivations a lot more and maybe do some healing before walking that path. For me, the answer was yes. Because seeing *myself* as someone *I see as feminine* makes me so happy that I could cry. What you're asking is real and genuine and sometimes needs to be considered by some people in the trans community; but it's also a very abrasive way to bring up those topics. It has a kind of "fuck you I'm right" energy that immediately triggers the defensive side to the target audience, so I would take all responses with a bit of salt, knowing that... Maybe they're only saying that because they felt like you were demanding they justify their existence... Something trans folks already have to do daily.

Hi, thank you for responding so thoughtfully and honestly. I really appreciate you taking the time to share your story, especially something as deeply personal as your relationship with your deadname and your past. I hear the pain behind it, and I respect the strength it takes to speak openly about self-love especially when the world hasn’t made that easy.

That said, I want to offer a counterpoint not to invalidate your experience but to explain where I’m coming from when I ask hard questions.

You said self-love is core to your transition, and I don’t doubt that for a second. But for some, the path toward self-love has become entangled with a kind of external dependency where being affirmed by others replaces internal stability.

That’s what I’m pushing against: not the right to transition, but the pressure to treat every identity as sacred and untouchable, even when it’s built on unresolved pain.

I’m not denying that trans people are under attack. But I also think that being asked to reflect deeply isn’t an attack it’s an invitation. Maybe the reason it stings is because the question touches something uncertain. And I believe that’s worth exploring, not avoiding.

We don’t have to agree. But I want you to know that my intention isn’t to erase or shame it’s to ask people (trans or not) to reckon with how identity, trauma, and power can intertwine in ways we don’t always see. Especially when the line between healing and performance gets blurry.

From what I understand, your deadname was tied to an abuser, and that association brought pain, which makes perfect sense. I want to add that while I’m not a therapist, I believe that trying to completely cut away from your past self, including that name, might not always be the healthiest path. That past, as difficult as it was, is still part of your story. You weren’t the problem; the people who abused you were. But just because they named you doesn’t mean they defined your entire story.

I don’t claim to have all the answers, but I do think that embracing all parts of yourself, the hurt and the healing, might offer a fuller kind of self-love than cutting pieces away.

Thanks again for opening up. These conversations are hard but valuable.

I appreciate you sharing your experience, and I want to be upfront, this isn’t about holding anyone’s hand or invalidating feelings. But from what I’ve seen, doing whatever feels good in the moment isn’t always healing. Sometimes, it can actually enable the very things causing the pain.

For example, my own therapy involves confronting painful memories directly sometimes while focusing on a small ball moving back and forth, to help my brain reprocess the trauma without spiraling into rage or anxiety attacks. It’s exhausting and takes a long time. I cry, I struggle, and it often really sucks.

But honestly? That hard, uncomfortable work feels way more healing than just feeding anger or frustration. I think real healing means facing pain, not just trying to escape it.

Just to be clear, I’m not saying anyone should use their deadname or confront the person who hurt them directly. Hell no. Exposure therapy, especially without professional guidance, can often do more harm than good and actually worsen trauma.

What I mean is that healing usually involves processing pain safely, often with the help of a therapist or a structured approach.

Take a deep, honest moment to reflect on why you feel uncomfortable in your own body — the very body that has carried you through pain and hardship. Often, the desire to change ourselves on the outside comes from wanting to escape the wounds that live beneath the surface. But what if, instead of trying to erase that history, you acknowledged it? The person who hurt you does not get to define who you are or claim ownership over your story. You have the power to say, “Fuck them.”

Sometimes, when we say, “I feel like my true self now because I look the way I want,” it can feel surface-level like we’re trying to fix the outside without facing what really hurts inside.

You don’t need to alter your appearance or hide your scars to reclaim your identity. Your true strength lies in embracing your past, owning your journey, and forging a path that is uniquely yours one where healing is about becoming whole, not becoming someone else.

I’ve depersonalized ans dissociate from body a lot tbh. I’ve felt like I was outside my body, like I was watching someone else live my life. I’ve looked in the mirror and seen a face I didn’t recognize not because it was unfamiliar, but because it didn’t feel like mine. My whole life has been this quiet, constant chain of little abuses things people shrug off, but they built up and made me feel detached from my own skin. I’ve cut my hair, I’ve dyed it fun colors, not to become someone else but to feel more me. I never looked in the mirror and thought, “That old me is gone forever.”

I don’t hate her. I don’t want to erase her. She survived a lot. When I look in the mirror now, I just think, “Damn, I look good. The me from three years ago wouldn’t believe I found joy again!”

I’m not trans, but time and time again I hear trans people say, “The old me is dead,” and I struggle to understand it. Not in a judgmental way, I just genuinely don’t relate. When I think of my past self, even the hurting, broken, dissociated version of me, I feel grief, sure. But I also feel compassion. I mourn her, but I don’t want to bury her. She’s the one who kept me alive long enough to get here. And while I see others celebrating their transformation and shedding who they were, I sit with this ache, wondering, How is that a good thing? Maybe for some, it’s freeing a release. But for me, it feels like turning my back on someone who needed love, not exile. I don’t want to kill my past self. I want to hold her hand and say, You did good. You got us through.

Again, thank you for your response. I really do appreciate being able to have these conversations, even when we see things differently. I’m not here to police how anyone heals that’s not my place, and I know we all carry different wounds. But I do hope, truly, that you find peace. Even if I don’t think it’s the right way for me, or even if I question whether it leads to deeper healing, I know that only you can walk your path.

[sleepygremlin11]

The reactions to Miquella as a character is honestly so telling about the broader souls gaming community. I mostly mean on Reddit because I am like 90% straight cis Reddit guys couldn’t analyze a evil character with any sort of benefit of the doubt. TLDR at the bottom because I’m a hoe who loved to ramble…

I’m not gonna pretend that I have a perfect grasp on Elden ring lore, so if anyone notices anything like crazy wrong with this feel free to let me know. But, from what I have seen on YouTube and Reddit people are desperate to make miquella out to be the most evil mf to ever exist in a video game. In all of the analysis I’ve seen of him as a character. People don’t seem to want to acknowledge that he’s probably mentally stunted from his curse. Like be so for real 10-year-olds are the most evil motherfuckers to ever exist, being stuck like that for hundreds of years, would drive anyone to a little bit of mass genocide. People also don’t want to see that he had majority positive intentions, and if you’re looking at it in a way that acknowledges that he’s probably despite his actual age only thinking with the mental capacity of a young child, the sort of black-and-white morality that he used in his campaign is completely fitting for a kid of that age. I think dudes on Reddit just are all not allowed within 60 feet of school so they’ve never interacted with children before, but I think if I asked my cousins that are that age they would solve a corrupt world they would say they would force everyone to be nice if given the opportunity.

Also, please take a second to consider the situation he was raised in before you make judgments on him just being a completely morally black character. Marika is absolutely insane from what we know of her, and wouldn’t you know it? So much of what Miquella does is similar to his mom. But he also leads with intentions to be better than her and a more positive force broadly. anyone who has played Elden Ring can and should tell you that the setting of the game is absolutely grim dark. Most of the characters you meet want you dead and if they don’t want you dead, they will probably end up dying by the end of the game. Even in the games happiest endings, the end is still bittersweet and nothing is really fixed. particularly because that’s just what the souls like genre goes for in it’s messaging.

I don’t want to make baseless accusations of homophobia to an entire group of people and a fandom that is admittedly accepting for websites that tend to be cesspits of homophobia and transphobia. But I feel like despite They being similar intentions and results Rahni does not get as harsh of a reaction as Miquella does. I firmly believe that this is because he is one of the few queer characters that we see in any soul games. It’s of course not great that the one aspect of queer representation is an incest pairing where one of them is getting molested. But I would still categorize him as a queer character. I think with a het pairing people would be more willing to make the relationship seem less predatory, but because it’s a queer relationship and Miquella is admittedly a bad character, people don’t look at their relationship with any sort of nuance. Radahn and Miquella are not the only examples of incest in Elden ring, and I think it’s also very common for stories based on pantheons to have incest. That sure is weird as hell, not a good thing, and it’s weird as fuck in my opinion. But it’s common in these stories. This could just be me being naïve, but I have never seen such a harsh reaction to a couple in media even when discussing other similarly, toxic and abusive pairings within media.

Idk if anyone’s willing to share their thoughts on this, I am more than happy to talk in the comments, so please let me know what you think 🥺

TLDR: Miquella is an evil but well written character and his actions make sense in the story. Fandom should not regard him as harshly as they do. Especially on sites like YouTube and Reddit, which are adorably dominated by straight cis men. I think part of the reason fandom reguards him so harshly in these communities is because he is a canon queer character. It’s also two in the morning right now when I’m writing this so this probably makes no sense and I’ll delete it tomorrow. 





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Able strikes me as… the kind of person that does things right naturally. Like for the carnival AU, I bet in real life he was just good at everything without even trying. Everyone likes him, he’s just great in his own, I bet him and Caine even look similar, like the kind where the real only difference is maybe height, and style.

Caine is the younger brother that is jealous, he is extremely jealous even if he doesn’t want to be. He wants to be content with himself, but it is so damn hard with a sibling that even unintentionally looms over you. Getting mistaken for them at places, and when people meet you it’s always “Oh you’re Able’s brother” or “oh I hope you’ll be like him” and it’s a little flattering but mostly discouraging mentally. He wants to be like Able, but he knows he can’t.

Like a couple years back when my sister graduated a year early in high school, literally a cyber expert by the time she got out, and already years in on collage work, meanwhile I was your average struggling student, so even though she’s my favorite older sibling, we look similar, sound similar, hell, some people have mistaken me for her but with shorter hair. I know that having someone loom over you like that, someone everyone likes, everyone loves, and is just better in every way, it makes you go to the darkest places at times.

And that’s just me— from what you’ve said of Caine’s family, they just seem toxic. Caine if five times better than me and even my older sister who’s amazing, he knows so many languages and is so awesome in general, yet his parents have the nerve to do his. Sometimes I feel like I’m in a fucked up yin-yang sibling story, so I can really sort of relate to what u assume Caine is going through. It’s hard when you have similar interests, looks, and so much more with someone, yet everyone just loves them, and not you, and you have no clue why. And you want to be proud, you are proud, you’re happy, but some part of you deep inside just wishes you didn’t exist, or that the person you’re always compared to didn’t exist, so then no one would be able to compare you. Sometimes it’s obvious, people saying the differences, other times it’s fully a mental thing, I never was compared to my older sister by parents, but it’s a like a part of me knew that I was insignificant.

If it’s anything like the personal relationship I have with this person in my life, Caine and Able are close, but there are moments where it just bubbles through, the destain and/or harsh thoughts finally get to the surface of the water. I wouldn’t be surprised if there was an argument because Caine snapped at Able and started talking about how damn great Able is to everyone. My older sibling seems a bit like Able, and she never was forced into being perfect, it’s just natural for them. It’s a rocky relationship, when you know you love that person, that sibling means the world to you, but there’s that envy in part of you. I would sort of like it if this is expanded on more, maybe just a bit because I find it somewhat personal, you don’t have to, but I think it would be interesting if this was specifically shown somewhere. Siblings relationships are tough, but I personally know that… this particular style, the kind of sibling relationship I have with that one older sibling and the relationship Caine and Able have, is extremely hard. Because it never goes away, that spite and the small bit of hatred, but you just have to live with it, you blame yourself for your shortcomings, it never leaves, but you still stay close. They’re still your favorite person, still someone that you feel like you can share everything with, and you learn that you can’t get over those bad feeling, they just exist.

…I really need to stop writing when I’m half asleep. Might continue on how Carnival Pomni is similar to me, next time I’m half asleep and typing/j

*pat pat* it will definitely be touched upon... Im too proud of Caine's writing to leave him in the dark... Im so happy you relate to him that way, and Im sorry to hear how rocky your relationship is with your sister. Best of luck to both of you <3

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Very rarely do I see people ship Fern and Huntress Wizard but when I do I can’t help but feel like they have a fundamental misunderstanding of both Huntress Wizard and Fern’s nature. Like on the surface it’s “haha!!! Plant boy and plant girl!!!! Huntress Wizard likes Finn and Fern is Finn but a plant so they’re perfect for each other!!!!” which just like, completely ignores everything core to Fern’s existence and Huntress Wizard’s complicated feelings toward love.

Fern is just more than just “Finn but plant”. He is LITERALLY Finn, but tainted with a curse. He is built out of fucked up evil twisted magic. Fern spends his entire existence finding his own identity and trying to reconcile Finn’s natural desire to do good with the corrupting nature of the grass curse. Fern’s struggle is internal, and he don’t have the emotional capacity for romance until he sorts his own shit out (which unfortunately due to the curse, he’ll never be able to do).

There's also the matter of the huge gap in emotional maturity between Finn and Fern. The Finn inside the Finnsword missed key moments of emotional development that our Finn experienced from season 6 to 8. Fern wasn't molded by key experiences like The Visitor, Crossover, Hall of Egress, Flute Spell, Don't Look, or The Music Hole. In particular, the massive emotional growth Finn underwent in Flute Spell is what allowed him to start a functional relationship with Huntress Wizard, and Fern lacks that growth. Fern is essentially a version of Finn stuck in season 6, and lacks the emotional intelligence to properly handle a relationship with anyone, let alone somebody as emotionally sensitive as Huntress Wizard.

But enough about Fern. I’m not a Fern expert, and this is only my B-rate interpretation of his character. The REAL egregious mischaracterizations of a Fern x Huntress Wizard ship lay in people just not understanding Huntress Wizard properly. For starters, you have to understand that both Fern and Huntress Wizard are two very magical beings, but their magics come from different sources. Huntress Wizard is a wizard (surprising, I know) and Fern is a CURSE. Fern is an unnatural, malicious magical force. Huntress Wizard would be off-put by Fern’s existence because he is a perversion of the natural world that she ties herself deeply to. Huntress Wizard assumes the role of a sort of “keeper of nature” in the forests of Ooo (as seen in her quest to slay the Grumbo for being invasive in The Wild Hunt), and Fern is a disruption to that natural order. A relationship between the two would never work because Huntress Wizard would be uncomfortable with Fern’s very existence.

There’s also the matter of why Huntress Wizard is attracted to Finn, and how Fern lacks many of the qualities Huntress Wizard likes Finn for. For starters, there’s the matter of emotional development I talked about before. Finn is extremely well-put together during the time he spends with Huntress Wizard in Flute Spell, and it’s easy to see how deeply he respects Huntress Wizard and her objectives. Finn isn’t determined to help Huntress Wizard with her mission to talk to the Spirit of the Forest out of a blind infatuation for her, but out of his natural drive to help people. Finn is very in-tune with his emotions (and can handle rejection like a champ), and Huntress Wizard can see that in him. This emotional in-tuneness is part of why Huntress Wizard so deeply respects Finn. Huntress Wizard seems to value her ability to stay true to her feelings (which even she struggles with; see my Flute Spell megareview for more) is drawn to his honesty and selflessness. Unfortunately for Fern, whether it is because of his lack of emotional development or because of his curse, cannot handle all his conflicting feelings inside him and doesn’t have the same kind of emotional stability that Huntress Wizard is attracted to Finn for.

I could go on and on and list even more reasons to why Fern x Huntress Wizard wouldn’t work, but those stray further into the “headcanon-ey”school of thought and I’m trying to be more objective with my character analysis as possible. I know being complexly objective is impossible and you have to leave a little room for individual interpretation but overall the entire ship is built on a very flimsy basis of “what if the two plant people liked eachother” and that’s it. There’s way more to these characters that make them special, and reducing them to just their visual similarities does a disservice to their character depth and creative potential.

[seralu]

Seraia I wish you didn't delete your reblog to me about Nick being comforting more than 95% of men I was going to agree and respond but then I fell asleep, and then my gifs went out as a scheduled post so I wasn't asleep I'm sorry if you felt ignored or like your take was unwelcomed, NO! 💔

Anyways you're so right, I was figuring out a way to write how I felt, but yeah! I'd rather be in a room with Nick than most men, it reminds me of how the other day I said it's interesting how radical feminist RFH on Twitter is always interacting positively with Nick and in another post, tweeted out how she'd love to "queen out" with Nick (so real btw) despite thinking completely opposite things from each other. I think it's not just us Nickstorians who feel a sense of comfort just because we like him, it seems to be other women too who don't even share his misogynistic beliefs either.

I kept thinking why, and I do think it's because we know he doesn't want anything from a woman when he speaks to them, his asexuality in other words. We all know when a guy talks to a woman, it's often because he wants something from her, that something usually being sex, so it feels inauthentic every time a man speaks to a woman. But with Nick, he doesn't want a relationship with them, whether due to the possibility of him being gay or just his asexuality alone, either or, we know he doesn't really want anything from us when he talks to us, so it's almost like you can weirdly let your guard down, and have an actual conversation with him without thinking in the back of your mind "is this guy trying to fuck me?".

He isn't afraid to not come off as super "chad" or masculine, like when he'll listen to "gay" songs, aka songs perceived as gay by his audience lol and he doesn't gaf and actually will tell off his audience for thinking that, "If you don't like this song, fuck you". It's refreshing, it's nice. It's authentic. He's not trying too hard to be someone, he's just himself, sometimes to his detriment, but I think that factor is weirdly appreciated by women. Anyways I'm rambling, I hope I made somewhat sense, I kind of just went where my mind took me with this one. Anyways, love you! <3

omg stop I overthought whether I missed the point of your original post LMAO

I totally agree! Most of the time when a man speaks on me, I immadiately put my guard up in case they’re hitting on me, which makes me super anxious around them because men often get violent when they are rejected. In Nick’s case…. since I’m not a twink or a cute asian girl (thinking back to Kathy Zhu and when he debated feminists on Adin’s stream), I think I’m safe!

I definitely also appreciate when a man is authentically himself, as I don’t have to try and read between the lines to guess their intentions because most men are not very straight forward at all. When someone is authentic, we can more easily predict how they will behave and any ulterior motives they might have. As we know how we behaves, this also adds another level of predictability to his behaviour, e.g. I wouldn’t say something stupid which I know would piss him off. Which also allows us to feel in control of the situation, as we know farrr more about him, his insecurities, his behaviour, than he would know about us.

I also often feel that people on the far right, get very uncomfortable and quiet around people whose existence challenges their world view. Thinking back to how Nick hates to be recognised in public, suggests a sense of shame and discomfort with people in real life recognising his bigoted views.

Final point, this one’s a bit offensive to Nick, I’m sorry Nick, but to me, he doesn’t present a big physical threat. I mean this brother is allegedly 5’5, same height as me, and probably has the same muscle mass as me as well. Also, flashback to the KFers dogging on Nick’s ability to throw a milkshake. Forgive me Nick, I still love you regardless 💔

Your ask made perfect sense, don’t even worry, I’ve also started just rambliiing on here as well so hopefully I’m making sense as well.

Love u too Naz <3

[elleaitch22]

“Will love you because I’m the happiest I’ve been in a while.” She cut her off, smiling gently. omg yessssss 😩🥺🥺🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

“You belong here, Azzi. With me. Say it.” Paige urged. “Now.” The command was soft, but effective. the reassurances never fail to make my head stutter at the care and softness

“She’s amazing, Pops. She’s kind and patient. I have never heard her yell. She’s smart. She’s just so good.” give me MORE family and parent interactions😩😩 this also makes me so sad i hope azzi reunited with her family later on☹️

A quick kiss was planted on her forehead. first i love this but second wasn’t part of the original agreement no kissing? or was that just in private?

The Croatian was silent, which wasn’t a good sign for Paige. “Pause. You thought that Azzi Fudd was going to be good for you to fuck and keep on the side?” based on the contract agreement this lines up but we knew there was more that infatuation from the start

Nika sighed, “If you can’t tell me what makes her special, you probably shouldn’t be going after her.” tell her nika

“She’s sweet. Warm. Familiar in a way that makes you want to breathe deeper, even though I haven’t known her that long. Comforting. Like, you don’t even realize how tense you are until she smiles at you.” so was the plan to make me cry today

“It reminds me of times when Katie would have fresh cookies waiting for me when I got home from practice. It reminds me of being safe. Of being soft. That’s her. She’s sweetness with just enough edge to be interesting. Like the chocolate’s a little dark, the dough’s still warm in the center. You can’t just have one moment with her. You want more.” if that was the plan then it’s working 😭😭😭😭😭😭

“I don’t know what to do. How to make her see it’s real.” Paige muttered, the creases on her loafers becoming much more interesting. she has to end the agreement and ask her out for real. tell her why she’s ended the agreement so azzi doesn’t spiral and think she did something wrong.

“You’re giving her structure, and that’s good. But it’s a fake foundation. If you want to build something with her, something that will last, you have to be real with her. Stop hiding.” nika has a great point because their relationship started out as transactional but throughout it there has been some genuine feelings involved from paige’s part. and that’s why azzi’s also struggling because she can’t read paige most of the time and whether if something is real or meant to hold up the contract

“You playing house with your new sugar momma? You look like a whore in that dress.” i need grant gone GONE paige you know what to do

“She’ll figure it out, you know. Just like I did. You’ll fuck it up. She’ll get tired of fixing you, and when she leaves, you can come crawling back. That’s all you are, Azzi. A project. You don't get love. You don’t deserve it. You get pity.” paige ratata his ass

“If you ever call her again, I will fucking bury you.” Tone deadly. IKTR

“If you ever touch her again, even with your voice, I will destroy every part of your miserable existence. And when that’s done, I’ll make sure the world forgets you ever existed.” the scream i let out i’m so hyped

“She’s not afraid of you anymore. But you should be afraid of me.” BUUUURN

“Say what I say,” Paige instructed. “Out loud.”words of affirmation 👏👏👏

“You are wanted. By me. Every version of you.”terminate that contract paige and let this be real

“I asked you to come because I need to end our arrangement.” OMG YES!!!!

“No, you’re perfect. It’s because I want more.”screaming at the excitement

“I don’t want you in my life because I made a deal with you. I want you because I miss you when you’re not around. Because Soleil lights up around you. Because you make my whole day softer and brighter without trying to. Because when you’re hurting, I want to be the one who helps you put the pieces back together.” i can’t this is so wholesome 🥹😭💞

“I don’t want to be your safety net. I want to be your person.” ahhhhh 😆↕️

But she looked right at me and said she wants more. She wants me. (!!!!!!!) i hope to see more of the journey entries because i love the self-reflections

I had to get on my laptop to respond to this. Your feedback is literally the best and means the world to me! Please lmk who you are because I want to thank you for your service!

[darkrpfinders]

Hello hello! I’m gonna try and keep this straight forward but I (21+) am looking for an oc rp, mxm pairing, to satisfy the itch of some sweet (horrible) murder husbands dynamics! I can offer you two guys;

Muse A: Does one of your horrible muses crave a mouldable mind and a desperation to please? Do they want a man whose entire world begins and ends with them, who exists only for and because of them? Someone they can do anything to and they’ll beg for more; someone who would ruin themselves and burn the world down all for them? The perfect sacrificial lamb for their sadistic whims, yet would just as quickly kill them if they thought they weren’t getting enough attention anymore? Utter obsession that could consume them both; he’s reckless, erratic, impulsive, and swings from being the sweetest man around to an absolute nightmare when he’s upset. Readily commits atrocities in the name of Love and would gut someone to give your guy a real heart for Valentine’s Day, truly a sweetheart.

And in the opposite vein, we have muse B; suave, smooth talking, an upstanding citizen with a good home, good career, and sparkling reputation. Loved by all, even if he’s a bit socially awkward, a bit odd in the way that something in your hindbrain doesn’t like instinctually. He has a pristine mask to cover sadistic tendencies and a large and ever growing body count. Commits atrocities as a casual hobby. Sociopathic, narcissistic, views people as toys and prey and is getting increasingly bored. Intelligent, cunning and strategic, he’s hard to pin down and his horrible history and actions remain a complete secret.

Would particularly love for this to be set in the 50s-70s! Open to playing them against a lot of types of people!! Killerxkiller, copycat killers, stalkers, journalists, detectives, relatives of a victim, etc. But, like I said, looking for a particular murder husbands dynamic, so I’m not looking for innocent victims! Give me your corrupt, obsessive, irredeemable, evil, sadistic freaks!! Looking for mature muses (please no fresh faced 21 year olds) and I use irl faceclaims; open to nsfw and would love to play with different dom/sub/top/bottom dynamics and kinks that two fucked up freaky guys might have! I will put a disclaimer: I am looking for dark content. Not vague mentions of past murder and justifications for it and whatnot. Graphic violence, gore, torture, reference/implied harm to animals, toxic relationships, self harm, drug use (consensual and not), dubcon, stalking, all that horrible stuff. Of course limits will be respected and all but if you’re against evil characters doing evil things in evil ways that aren’t sexy enough to justify, this won’t be for you!

Looking for partners 21+, multi-para to novella (I can write a lot when we get going, but don’t expect pages upon pages every reply). Love ooc chat and sending aesthetics and songs and whatnot, and do not mind how long replies take so long as we’re having fun! Usually write on discord but open to other places so don’t let that deter you! Gonna wrap this up now since it’s way too long, can’t wait to plot!🗡️

.

[prpfz]

Hello hello! I’m gonna try and keep this straight forward but I (21+) am looking for an oc rp, mxm pairing, to satisfy the itch of some sweet (horrible) murder husbands dynamics! I can offer you two guys;

Muse A: Does one of your horrible muses crave a mouldable mind and a desperation to please? Do they want a man whose entire world begins and ends with them, who exists only for and because of them? Someone they can do anything to and they’ll beg for more; someone who would ruin themselves and burn the world down all for them? The perfect sacrificial lamb for their sadistic whims, yet would just as quickly kill them if they thought they weren’t getting enough attention anymore? Utter obsession that could consume them both; he’s reckless, erratic, impulsive, and swings from being the sweetest man around to an absolute nightmare when he’s upset. Readily commits atrocities in the name of Love and would gut someone to give your guy a real heart for Valentine’s Day, truly a sweetheart.

And in the opposite vein, we have muse B; suave, smooth talking, an upstanding citizen with a good home, good career, and sparkling reputation. Loved by all, even if he’s a bit socially awkward, a bit odd in the way that something in your hindbrain doesn’t like instinctually. He has a pristine mask to cover sadistic tendencies and a large and ever growing body count. Commits atrocities as a casual hobby. Sociopathic, narcissistic, views people as toys and prey and is getting increasingly bored. Intelligent, cunning and strategic, he’s hard to pin down and his horrible history and actions remain a complete secret.

Would particularly love for this to be set somewhere in the 50s-70s! Open to playing them against a lot of types of people!! Killerxkiller, copycat killers, stalkers, journalists, detectives, relatives of a victim, etc. But, like I said, looking for a particular murder husbands dynamic, so I’m not looking for innocent victims! Give me your corrupt, obsessive, irredeemable, evil, sadistic freaks!! Looking for mature muses (please no fresh faced 21 year olds) and I use irl faceclaims; open to nsfw and would love to play with different dom/sub/top/bottom dynamics and kinks that two fucked up freaky guys might have! I will put a disclaimer: I am looking for dark content. Not vague mentions of past murder and justifications for it and whatnot. Graphic violence, gore, torture, reference/implied harm to animals, toxic relationships, self harm, drug use (consensual and not), dubcon, stalking, all that horrible stuff. Of course limits will be respected and all but if you’re against evil characters doing evil things in evil ways that aren’t sexy enough to justify, this won’t be for you!

Looking for partners 21+, multi-para to novella (I can write a lot when we get going, but don’t expect pages upon pages every reply). Love ooc chat and sending aesthetics and songs and whatnot, and do not mind how long replies take so long as we’re having fun! Usually write on discord but open to other places so don’t let that deter you! Gonna wrap this up now since it’s way too long, can’t wait to plot!🗡️

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[novella-writers]

Hello hello! I’m gonna try and keep this straight forward but I (21+) am looking for an oc rp, mxm pairing, to satisfy the itch of some sweet (horrible) murder husbands dynamics! I can offer you two guys;

Muse A: Does one of your horrible muses crave a mouldable mind and a desperation to please? Do they want a man whose entire world begins and ends with them, who exists only for and because of them? Someone they can do anything to and they’ll beg for more; someone who would ruin themselves and burn the world down all for them? The perfect sacrificial lamb for their sadistic whims, yet would just as quickly kill them if they thought they weren’t getting enough attention anymore? Utter obsession that could consume them both; he’s reckless, erratic, impulsive, and swings from being the sweetest man around to an absolute nightmare when he’s upset. Readily commits atrocities in the name of Love and would gut someone to give your guy a real heart for Valentine’s Day, truly a sweetheart.

And in the opposite vein, we have muse B; suave, smooth talking, an upstanding citizen with a good home, good career, and sparkling reputation. Loved by all, even if he’s a bit socially awkward, a bit odd in the way that something in your hindbrain doesn’t like instinctually. He has a pristine mask to cover sadistic tendencies and a large and ever growing body count. Commits atrocities as a casual hobby. Sociopathic, narcissistic, views people as toys and prey and is getting increasingly bored. Intelligent, cunning and strategic, he’s hard to pin down and his horrible history and actions remain a complete secret.

Would particularly love for this to be set in the 50s-70s! Open to playing them against a lot of types of people!! Killerxkiller, copycat killers, stalkers, journalists, detectives, relatives of a victim, etc. But, like I said, looking for a particular murder husbands dynamic, so I’m not looking for innocent victims! Give me your corrupt, obsessive, irredeemable, evil, sadistic freaks!! Looking for mature muses (please no fresh faced 21 year olds) and I use irl faceclaims; open to nsfw and would love to play with different dom/sub/top/bottom dynamics and kinks that two fucked up freaky guys might have! I will put a disclaimer: I am looking for dark content. Not vague mentions of past murder and justifications for it and whatnot. Graphic violence, gore, torture, reference/implied harm to animals, toxic relationships, self harm, drug use (consensual and not), dubcon, stalking, all that horrible stuff. Of course limits will be respected and all but if you’re against evil characters doing evil things in evil ways that aren’t sexy enough to justify, this won’t be for you!

Looking for partners 21+, multi-para to novella (I can write a lot when we get going, but don’t expect pages upon pages every reply). Love ooc chat and sending aesthetics and songs and whatnot, and do not mind how long replies take so long as we’re having fun! Usually write on discord but open to other places so don’t let that deter you! Gonna wrap this up now since it’s way too long, can’t wait to plot!🗡️

Like if interested!