#but it’s like incesty lmao

[no-fxn-club]

Also must I do everything for myself in my fandoms?

[cantgetworsethanthistbh]

dumping more of my stancest feels here because i cannot NOT think of them. i read journal 3 for the first time this week and its great because Ford acts like stanley's biggest hater which is pretty fking funny (if not absolutely infuriating at times because omfg stfu you smug prick)

but the moments like this get to me

Ford being blinded by his quest of grandeur, accolades and praise for world changing discoveries, so obsessed with greatness, being the first name people remember, and all the other things his npd-isms tells him he wants.

And then there's "reminds me of camping with my brother. i wonder what he's up to..."

i mentioned in my previous post that stan acts quite a lot like the anchor to ford's boat, keeping him grounded and most importantly, safe from both the bitter and the sweet kinds of evils. but he also represents something so much simpler to ford too: the simple desires he represses so much because its not "good enough" for someone special like him.

he resents stan so much because he represents a "block" against that percieved good enough success he wants, the obstacle that made it impossible to get in a fancy college, become the world renowed researcher, the one who wanted to destroy his journal's and lifes work (even though it was the better, safer option if Bill really WAS that dangerous, which he was) that could still make him famous. because if ford's not "praised and weird" then he's just "weird" and being "weird" was nothing but a pain his whole life that kept him rejected and isolated from the masses. and stan prevented him from that.

(btw "maybe he can prove himself to me" is nasty work my god ford is a douche lmao)

a lot of his projections of something greater comes through with how he treated dipper in the show (his whole spiel in damvtf) and fiddleford in journal 3 where he looks down on the happy life that fiddleford had with his wife and child and saying he was "wasting his talents" making computers. and like, we all know by the way he takes them on high stakes adventures they're not as prepared for compared to him (and end up causing more trouble than not by doing so), he's trying to fill a gaping hole left by someone else. we all know this obviously, we all know what we ship here, but what i came to appreciate the most about it is how much that gaping hole exists in the low stakes

everytime ford is thinking during the "down time" moments, his thoughts always drift back to his childhood, and one person who represents it.

childhood memories, making fun of stans favorite snack, scribbling out a design of the stan o war, whenever Ford lets his mind wander it expresses such an intense yearning for the past before he became obsessed with wanting something more. these are his most utmost and most unfiltered thoughts, which is why he scribles them away or and writes in code. and the fact that he directly says they are about NOT getting married, followed with "wondering what he's doing right now", painting the picture of what his most ideal idylic life is. wanting a return of something lost. wanting Stan back more than anything.

he finally accepts that his dream never really changed, just the same as stan's and so they saild off together for the rest of their days, in ford's own words (which ironically sounds like a marriage to me either way so tough shit ford)

[hi-there-buddies]

I swear to God the only thing I’ve been thinking about lately is a tmnt voltron crossover au. I need Shiro to actually have a relationship with everyone instead of just Keith. I need Pidge and Hunk to actually have spats with Keith and Lance like siblings. I need Lance to be a leader. I need them to all know how to fight legitimately. I need-

[felixvanhuss]

OC Kiss Week 2 - Rain

(Tagging @stabbyfoxandrew and @jezifster )

I missed a day by being busy and then another day by being exhausted, but I'm still doing this! Look at my OCs, boy!

Taking a break on Earth and enjoying the rain together <3

[herejusttosufferalong]

Unhinged moments for me include Claudia and Luke talking about the roles they originally auditioned for (Pen and the Duke). And then them talking about how weird it would’ve been for Claudia to be cast as Pen and she even made gagging noises at the thought of them doing intimate scenes 😂. And he laughed and was also grossed out. Similarly, Luke auditioning for the Duke came up with him and Nic and Nic made a disgusted face and was like “can you imagine with Phoebe?” And they both kind of made faces like that’s weird/gross. And somehow it’s not gross or weird or incesty with them? Lmao they kill me.

lol i forgot about those

[collectiveclams]

Back on the ninjago and at ep 90 :3

AND MISTAKÉ IS A FUCKING ONI?! BRO WHAT?!

- Canon that Zane doesn’t need to drink. Ngl I liked the idea of him drinking water as a last ditch effort to cool down his internal components lmao.

-God i Hate Harumi’s hair physics so bad

- Harumi is now heading into the weird incesty realm of relationships with Lloyd now that she’s been accepted as Gargamon’s daughter, oof. This is now a wacky Luke Leia situation.

- Aaand the Oni are dead. A twist everyone was expecting lmao. I honestly was waiting for the true dragon armor to be inside them all along & to solve it with the power of friendship and bonding.

[justcallmesakira]

Feelings on Tanazaki??（｡>‿‿<｡ ）

-🎀 anon

HELLO ANON :DDDDDDDDDD

okay first of all he's so cute alright and oh my his bloodthirst???? HOLY shit In my head naomi ain't incesty around him and all that okay.. :/ but like just a normal sister and her overprotective brother because I love those overprotective family tropes lmao

but oh m g! (˃ ᵕ ˂ )

he so pretty! I think if he had a s/o he would like take her to rooftops for dates and stuff, and also I like to headcanons that junichiro has pink sparkly stationery and notebooks because naomi suggested using them once when they were little and she likes them a lot that's why he has em XD

[starker1975]

How's the next chapter of a familiar stranger Tony's version coming along?! 🖤

Like this lmao

I’m working on it right now after avoiding it for weeks bc I think I’m finally ready to beat it!! 😭😭 it’s at 12700 words and I’m so close to being done but I got really stuck on the fight between Tony and Quentin bc I hate plot stuff so much. Like, everything is kind of plot, but I just want to write Peter and Tony chatting and being incesty you know? Writing Quentin Beck yapping about his master plan is no fun. 👉👈🥺

But yeah!! It’s like 80% there!! 🖤🖤

[firecrackerhh]

Honestly I really think the fact that Andre is canonically gay makes all the “you’re so lucky you’re hot Stella” and similar jokes way less incesty than antis want to claim.

He doesn’t say all that shit about his sister cuz he wants to actually fuck her alright? He says all that shit because he likes constantly reminding her of how useless she is otherwise.

“You’re so LUCKY you have your beauty cuz otherwise you’re fucking WORTHLESS.” Is basically what he’s saying.

And tbh I imagine all that shit he said at the trial, the reason why he laid it on so fucking thick, is to confirm the biases of said court. Clearly they don’t really care about Stella in any capacity, being the SISTER of a Goetia and marrying one doesn’t mean anything, she doesn’t DO anything. Constantly pointing out her beauty, trying to frame Stella as a poor defenseless victim, that’s what Andre was there to do.

“This poor beautifully attractive women (since that is the role she was raised to have) was a victim of her husband’s bullshit and blah blah blah”

Andre was practically her lawyer in that scene, were he anyone else, constantly pointing out her beauty wouldn’t look as weird to us.

I dunno. I just get tired of retarded bitches whining about it. Andre defended Stella cuz he had more sway in court than she ever could. He brings up her beauty constantly cuz that’s literally the only thing she was raised for. He brings it up in court to help Stella look more like a helpless victim. “This poor beautiful lost soul” kinda shit. Maybe he lays it on way too thick but that’s his intention.

There’s also the whole “he’s acting this way to compensate for his own gayness” which is funny sure, and I think that’s a valid interpretation, but it seems on the rare occasion I’m capable of truly analyzing media on a deeper level beyond “I liked that” I overthink it. Lmao.

It’s not that difficult to fucking understand. You’re just a fucking baby who shouldn’t be allowed internet access if you cry like a bitch this much over fictional shit.

[siblingsweethearts]

Helloooooo!!! I saw that you like Hetalia 👀 Do you have any favourite ships that you really like? c:

Nice to meet ya, new moot 🤭

I love hetalia! I watched it around the time I started secondary school and it's never really left my head since lmao.

It is quite possibly what got me into shipcest (and yandere) in the first place! Even when I first watched it I remember being like "Damn. Russia and his crazy sister would make a great couple. If he wasn't so scared of her they should totally bang."

I don't really vibe with the other biggest incest ships (Germancest, Itacest, debatably USUK), though it's not because of the incest. Rather I just aren't fond of the characters or have other ships I prefer for them. There are some others I like including NiChu and SwissLiech, but they're not really my main ships.

Other than the incesty ones, some of my faves are AusHun, AsaKiku, TurkPol, LietUkr and FraGer (is that one incest if they both descend from the Carolingian Empire? idk)

Anyway yeah, I like straight ships, rare pairs, historically based ones and sibcest of course. RusBel ticks every one of those boxes & that's why I adore them 🥰🇷🇺🇧🇾

Thanks for the ask!

[rigginsstreet]

i love your freaky Harrington twins au drabbles, i had an idea for another one, maybe where like a children hood friend of the twins wants to sleep with billy too, and and she kinda of acts like a cockblock for them and tries to seduce billy herself, but its all in good fun because the twins know she not being mean but its kinda like a fun little competition between the three of them over billy

(Billy is still very much a giant homosexual in this but I figured I could still have some fun lol) (also this went way into hornytown I don’t even know if it’s entirely what you asked but this got away from me lmao welp)

Warning for smut and incesty behavior and poor kink practices :) but hey…sub!billy :)

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Billy had this rule for himself: for every guy he hooked up with, he had to make a public spectacle of hooking up with a random girl. It helped ease any nerves he had about being found out. Make sure people see him acting like a heterosexual and no one will catch on that he’d rather be sucking dick. Balance out the universe a little bit.

So after his little rendezvous with the twins he’s gotta do damage control. Contemplated briefly over if that meant he had to hook up with two girls this time, but ultimately decided two guys at once should still count as one. Maybe he’s cheating the universe a little. It’ll be fine.

Anyway. A week after that all went down there’s a party. And at that party, there’s a girl. A girl with a mountain of dark curls pulled back atop her head and a skimpy little blue dress that hugs her in all the right places, like she knew exactly what she was doing when she put it on.

And she’s been eying Billy all night. Like she decided hours ago he was going to be hers and nobody, not even him, could do a damn thing about it. Fortunately for her, tonight it’s exactly what he’s looking for.

He seeks her out in the crowd, though, the way she’s looking at him as she continues swaying to the music leads him to believe she still thinks she’s calling the shots here. Whatever helps.

“Name’s Billy,” he shouts over the music, leaning seductively close to her ear.

“I know!” She grins, doesn’t offer her own name back.

“You gonna tell me yours?”

“If you don’t already know it then maybe you don’t deserve to.”

She’s cheeky. He’ll give her that.

Slipping his hand around her waist, Billy pulls her in close. She goes willingly. “Names are overrated anyway. No need to make this personal.”

She looks up at him then, devilish twinkle in her eye as her hands slide up his shoulders to his neck. “Couldn’t agree more.”

She’s not the first girl he’s kissed in Hawkins, but she is the first who’s initiated it.

It’s not bad, all things considered. Certainly isn’t igniting any flames of passion, but on technicalities alone she’s one of the better kisses he’s had.

Her lips are soft, if a little tacky from her lipgloss. Strawberry flavored. And she’s not afraid to use her tongue, and knows how to use it, too. Billy’s sure she’s made plenty of boys happy already, and there’ll only be more to come in the future. He’s just not one of them.

His eyes flicker open and land directly on the last two people he wants to be seeing right now.

Off in a corner across the room, the twins are standing side by side - James casually leaning against the wall, nursing a beer, while Steve is leaning on a hand placed by his brother’s head. And they’re just…staring. At Billy. At Billy making out with some girl. James looks amused. Steve looks… annoyed? Which is weird, considering he and Billy still aren’t on great terms, even if Billy did have the guy’s dick in his mouth the other night. That’s besides the point.

Billy’s brows furrow as eye contact remains. The whole scene is creeping him out. Normally he’s not opposed to voyeurism, but the hairs on the back of his neck are starting to stand and he needs to get the hell away from the twins’ off-putting gaze.

He pulls away from the kiss, mumbles “I need a beer,” and slinks out of the crowd towards the kitchen.

He gets about a minute and a half of solace before he feels someone pressed to his back.

“Looks like someone’s enjoying himself tonight.” James’ breath ghosts over the shell of Billy’s ear, has him flinching away and shoving the guy off, eyes darting around to make sure no one saw. They’re alone.

“Are you looking for an ass beating?”

“Mmm, that could be fun, but I’d much rather give you one.” He winks and takes a bite out of a Twizzler. Where the hell did he get candy from?

Billy rolls his eyes. “How about you give your brother one instead and pretend it’s me.” Steve bristles on the other side of the room, clearly offended by the remark, not that Billy gives a shit.

He goes to shove past James, but only manages a few steps before his wrist is being grabbed, a sickly sweet patronizing saying “Aw, c’mon William, don’t be like that.”

Billy snatches his wrist away, gets up in the guy’s face, snarling. “Don’t fucking call me that.”

James is undeterred. Stares at Billy head on with a mocking pout on his face. “You didn’t seem to mind it the other night…” He lifts a finger up to trace down Billy’s temple, in the process tucking a loose curl behind his ear.

Something snaps in Billy then. His fist rears back for a swing, but before it has a chance to connect, another voice is filling the kitchen.

“There you are!” The girl from earlier. “Was wondering what was taking you so long. Hi James!” She smiles bright. “Steve.” She’s less enthusiastic on that one. Obviously some history there Billy doesn’t care to know about.

“Heather, looking beautiful as always,” says James, all chipper like he wasn’t just about to have his shit rocked.

“Obviously,” Heather laughs. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything…” She pressed to Billy’s side, hand sliding up to his shoulder as she awaits an answer.

Billy switches back to his charming self no problem. Hand snaking around her waist like he’s proving a point, ignoring the other two boys in the room. “Not at all, doll.”

“Good. Because I was thinking maybe we could take this party upstairs…” She walks the fingers of her other hand up his chest, sharp nails scratching their path.

And Billy will take any excuse to leave this room right now, so. He smirks, squeezing her briefly before his eyes flicker to James. “Lead the way.”

They find an empty room upstairs, and they waste no time getting to business once the door is shut behind them.

Heather’s on him in an instant, hands behind his neck as she kisses him, using it as leverage to lift herself up and wrap her legs around his body. Billy can’t help but laugh, hands going to get waist so she won’t fall. “Damn, someone’s eager.”

“Parties make me horny,” she breathes before licking their lips again.

Yeah, no shit, Billy thinks.

She’s pulling his jacket and shirt down his arms as he walks her back to the bed, throwing her down on it because something’s telling him she likes it a little rough. The glimmer in her eye as she looks up at him is enough confirmation.

And then he’s on top of her, hands guiding her dress north as he mouths her neck.

She’s making quick work of his jeans, getting them as far down as his upper thigh and grabbing at his ass, clearly eager to get started.

He can almost pretend she’s someone else. Has gotten very good by now at leaving his body and pretending he’s elsewhere, where the hands on him are bigger, rougher. Where the body underneath him is solid and muscled and enough to break him in two. Where the moans floating through his ears are deep and throaty and taunting.

He’s just starting to get lost in that dream when he feels a kiss between his shoulder blades and a warm body at his back. Is gone enough to let out a soft moan of pleasure until he remembers where he is, and who he’s with, and how no one’s supposed to be behind him and-

He jumps off the bed in a fright. Sees James lounging back on the mattress, a cackle coming from his lips as Heather lays beside him, laughing, too.

“Surprise!” James sings.

“What the fuck is this?” Billy practically shouts, pulling his pants up to cover himself, but leaving them undone. His eyes dart over to the door, seeing Steve casually leaning against the frame, arms crossed over his chest. Looks decidedly less amused by the situation than the other two, but his expression remains unreadable.

“Just having a little fun.” Heather smiles, shimmying her dress down.

“Is every rich person insane or is it just the ones in this town?”

“I’ll ask at the next convention,” James laughs. Heather joins him. “Oh, come on! Don’t be a poor sport. Come finish what you started!”

James pats the space between he and Heather, and he must be out of his fucking mind if he thinks Billy’s sticking around for this shit.

“You’re all fucking crazy.” Billy grabs his clothes off the floor and marches towards the door, but as he reaches for the knob, Steve’s arm comes out to stretch across, blocking his exit. “Move, Harrington,” he growls.

Steve is undeterred. Just stares at him, unbothered. Tells him “Go back to the bed” as if he has any authority over Billy.

“You think I won’t beat the shit out of you right now?” Billy asks as he steps into Steve’s space, nose to nose.

All the response he gets is Steve’s hand suddenly at his throat, squeezing almost hard enough to cut off his airway.

“You won’t do anything, besides getting back on that bed.”

Billy would like to put up a fight. Would like to assert some authority and plow his way through Steve and leave this house and town behind him, but. He can’t deny the way his cock twitches in his jeans. How the firm hand on his throat has his brain going a little floaty. How he wants to bite at Steve’s plump pink lips until they bleed and piss him off enough to really wreck Billy’s shit. He’s so fucked.

Steve lets Billy go, and when all he does is stand there, says “I won’t say it again. Get. On. The bed.”

And Billy goes, God help him. Keeps his eyes on Steve as he backs up to the mattress, settling on the edge once the backs of his knees hit it.

He swallows thickly, waiting for what comes next. Which is Steve making his way to a chair that’s placed in the corner of the room, still in front of him.

“Heather, darling, I believe your services are no longer required this evening,” James is saying somewhere behind him. Right now all of Billy’s attention is aimed forward, his and Steve’s eyes locked on each other like they’re preparing for battle.

With Heather out of the room, the air feels thicker. Charged. Billy’s about to open his mouth to make some smartass comment, but Steve interrupts him.

“Get on your hands and knees. Facing me.” His tone brokers no room for argument, and Billy has to fight to conceal the shiver that runs down his spine. Feels like losing if he lets him know just how into this he fucking is.

So Billy gets himself into position, but he takes his time, making a show of it, knows he looks fucking tempting even if Steve just looks bored.

“Any other requests?” Billy taunts.

“Yes, actually. Jamie, I want you to eat him out. And make it good.”

Behind Billy, the bed moves, James shuffling into place. “Ooo, baby brother’s taking the reigns tonight.”

Billy sways his hips a little as his jeans are being pulled down to his thighs, spreads his legs for as much as the fabric allows them.

James wastes no time. Billy hisses as he feels the first press of wet heat at his hole, but he doesn’t allow himself to buckle. Stares straight ahead at Steve who has his eyes trained on the sight before him.

The whole thing is heady. Has Billy’s blood singing and skin tingling with electricity, cock hanging heavy between him and the sheets.

James presses his tongue inside, and Billy slumps a little, elbows bending him closer to the bed. Steve tuts.

“Stay up.”

“Or what?” Billy hates how breathy his voice sounds.

Steve smirks. Simply says, “Jamie,” and James stops. Billy has to fight back a whimper at the loss.

Steve’s looking at him with an eyebrow raised, challenging, daring Billy to make the wrong call.

He doesn’t. Just straightens his arms and clenches his fists in the sheets.

“Good boy.” Steve gives a slight nod, and James is back to business, spreading Billy open and eating him like he’s starved for it.

Billy’s eyes stay on Steve. Watch him slowly slide the zipper down on his jeans, pop the button open. Spit into his palm before taking his cock out and begin lazily stroking.

And Billy… wants. Wants to get his mouth on him, wants to feel him. Can almost pretend with James’ tongue shoved up his ass but it’s not the same. Not even close.

He’s aching for anything else, and James must be a mind reader with the way his hand reaches around to take hold of Billy’s dick. A sweet relief that lasts all of two seconds before Steve’s clicking his tongue at them like they’re dogs doing something they shouldn’t.

“No touching. He hasn’t earned it.”

And James’ hand backs away, and this time Billy does whimper because fuck, he just wants to come.

Steve seems to take pity on him. Gets up and crosses the room, hand still on his cock, stroking so slow, tempting. He stops just short enough that he’s out of reach of Billy’s mouth. Rakes his fingers through golden curls, almost reverently.

“You are a pretty one, I’ll give you that.” Tugs at Billy’s hair in a way that forces him to look up.

And Billy’s captivated. Maybe he could blame it on his lust-addled brain- that’s all it is. Nothing else. But he can’t take his eyes off Steve, or the way he’s stroking himself faster.

Steve doesn’t even have to say anything. Billy’s mouth opens on its own accord. Tongue out, waiting. Steve groans, and Billy waits til the last possible second to close his eyes, not wanting to miss the look on Steve’s face as he falls apart.

Billy’s face is a mess as he’s finally allowed to collapse onto the bed, limbs giving out like a chord’s just been snapped. His cheek pressed against a soft duvet as he stares up at Steve, mind gone foggy.

James gives a bite to ass, then a playful smack as he moves away, has Billy’s lower half wiggling futilely, but all his focus is on the vision in front of him; Steve Harrington’s looming presence, hand now soft in Billy’s curls, admiring his work. Billy catches himself wanting to be looked at like that again and again and again.

“Look at you,” Steve says, almost fondly. “Should take you downstairs and show you off.”

“Now there’s an idea,” James says, voice somewhat muffled before the sound of a lighter wheel can be heard.

It’s a nice idea, Billy thinks. Under different circumstances. To be showed off and sought after like a prize. He wants that.

What he gets instead is Steve crouching down to his level just to lean in and lick a broad stripe of his own cum off Billy’s cheek, and that’s enough to have his neglected dick kicking beneath him. And Billy groans. Because that’s about all he can manage right now, but he’s got the worst fucking case of blue balls.

Steve just tuts, patting Billy’s cheek all condescending. “Not tonight, sweetheart. But if you want it bad enough, you know where to find us.”

Steve stands up, tucking his dick back into his pants, straightening himself up. James follows him out of the room with a “Toodles!” over his shoulder.

And Billy’s so fucked.

[litres-of-cocaine]

okay, so. i don’t think moreid is a viable ship in canon for the majority of the seasons where both derek and spencer are there. like it’s a fun ship to have and all especially because of how close and lovable the boys are, but mostly it’s a ship because you can kind of thing for me - any attempts to canonise it just seems to be reaching and using what seems like regular banter.

until season eleven that is.

goddamn season eleven more than crosses into homoerotic territories, and not just on reid’s end either which tends to be the way people look at it as an unrequited thing.

the way spencer describes morgan telling him about savannah and how he almost starts crying??

fully it’s an emotional time, watching a friends s/o in a dire situation, but the show of emotion has more to with the way derek is feeling rather than savannah’s condition. prior to the waiting room scene spencer is concerned, but calm and professional yet his behaviour changes *so dramatically* when he sees how morgan is suffering.

just thinking about what sets him off too - narrating his own realisation that derek was in love with someone else. he even asks whether morgan thinks he has found the one.

and obviously, he’s trying to make derek feel better, but there seems to be an ulterior motive there. especially with the melancholy way his conversation with morgan in 11x17 sets out. spencer’s happy for morgan, so so happy, but he seems to be pining too!

and the way reid is the one to kill his kidnapper in 11x16, and the way in derek’s hallucination he is the one who finds him dead - reid motivates him to stay alive. nothing is that accidental, come on.

and like, as much as morgan describes spencer as a ‘little brother’ and then shipping them anyway might feel a little weird, i think it indicates a familial peer relationship more that ‘brotherhood’ in like a biological sense. morgan reid prentiss are described as like the ‘siblings’ of the bau by the writers and the fandom quite often because of their banter as well as being the younger generation of bau members (and JJ and garcia might be excluded from this category as they didn’t start out as profilers), so i wouldn’t say it’s as incesty as it might seem lmao! like it’s just another way of saying ‘’we’re family, nothing can separate us as we are connected down to the soul’’.

i’m rambling, and it’s late lol, but i do think moreid is at least deliberately implied on s11 in the way the other seasons didn’t make it such an large part of their relationship.

[bredforloyalty]

for someone who has never really listened to oasis before, what are the most incesty songs?

i feel like i'm not the expert i'm just one of the disciples hxdgy but thank you for asking me <33 i hope i can offer something while demonstrating that i got my wits about me. for the most part. it's kind of an inherently contradictory pair of goals but i'll have a go at it anyway lmao 💪

i mean, it's just not easy to say because i've low-key been BAMBOOZLING you all and oasis is a band with very normal music and very normal members*. and for example that post that goes something like, noel writes songs and says they're about his wife and then the song is like 'brother our love is so forbidden run away with me' is, while really funny, a huge exaggeration obviously (💀🩷) but as i said tumblrinas have a god given right to delusions and to biased interpretation and all that!!! it's funny and good for the ecology of this site and i have that god given right and i do it too. so that's where i stand, take this with a grain of salt etc. also sometimes it comes alive with the context and not without it, you won't find an inbred by ethel cain here HXSGCY

now that i got my disclaimers out of the way; the obvious one and the one that i must have conditioned myself to have a funny painful visceral reaction to (because i didn't use to) is guess god thinks i'm abel, written by liam. i couldn't find an archived version of the 2005 mojo issue that this was in, but:

"It’s biblical innit,” explains Liam. “Cain and Abel… it’s me and our kid. Or me and you. Two people who are the opposite, who become one."

Are you holding an olive branch out to Noel?

“It’s nice to put a band aid on it for a bit, knowwhatimean? I love him, I adore him, more than anyone else in the fuckin’ whole wide world. But we also don’t speak that much. We don’t have to speak. But that song is basically for him. It’s like, shut the fuck up, give respect and you’ll get respect back. Life, brothers and sisters, that’s what we all want isn’t it, respect?”

i had already been listening to this since before uhh a few weeks ago or whenever it was that i got these worms, because. you would not believe which of my playlists had it. and by that i mean you could guess with great accuracy (i think i've been vocal about my beautiful journey with claustrophobic familial relationships and about what kick-started me in that regard). come on. and i'm an older sister i've always liked the abels of the world

oh and i should mention my sister lover! it's my sister lover

and then there's if we shadows, honestly might be my favorite.. just favorite, period. definitely is out of the more uh acoustic and less rock and roll ones. "nobody knows what's wrong except me and my brother"

+ acquiesce. i find this one funny because people assumed it was about the two of them, with "we need each other" and "we believe in one another" in the chorus, because noel sings that and liam sings the verses on it (and it's not often they share songs like that and it's like they're singing to each other). noel called this "total fucking bullshit" and said it's about friendship lol and another time he said liam assumed it was written to him but it's actually to his girlfriend

i'm outta time. another one by liam, i just wouldn't rule it out that he wrote it with someone in mind. and i'm sure he wasn't completely oblivious to the problems they were having before the break-up sooooo.. you know

live forever. i mean that was their career i would say, the high points must have been like that (about 9 minutes in: "on stage, i just want him. and it's only me and him. when he turns to me and i turn to him at, like, one guitar break or whatever and, like, we just both look at each other, and that's what it's about for us. [...] not like i'm fucking dissing the rest of the band or anything like that but it's only me and him"), looking over at your brother who is the other half of the band in a way the other half of you as well and knowing you've created something permanent and in that very moment too you're creating it together and you're on top of the world. sorry if that sounds insane ,, as i said , contextual, it's live forever well it's just live forever

*: gaze upon any insane mutual's (or my own) oasis tag and make your own judgment on this lol

[dirtyoldmanhole]

hit chapter 10 this past weekend in revelation, where I'm roughly imagining f!corrin x gunter's A support to hit in this slowburn fic ~

so funny story, this A support -- about a month or two ago when I played Conquest for the first time -- is when I can pinpoint when i started to loose my absolute damn marbles over these two. the point of no return as it were.

for this post i'll just copypaste my original reaction spazzin' the heck out on dreamwidth, since it's really funny seeing what I was flailing over in hindsight versus now. the truly hilarious thing?

hadn't even seen the S support or everything in revelation yet.

:'D

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omfg literally the first thing after the last chapter i get to was ... f!corrin/gunter's A support.

( heads up for flagrant fe-style incest and just a whole lot of fun nasty )

it is. the most dad/daughter incesty TEXTUAL support i have ever seen in a fire emblem game ... READER, I SHRIEKED. the growing CHESIRE GRIN on my face at -- gunter's relaying a story from her childhood where the childhood ball they're playing with (weird but ok) was made out of a WHIP (whAT) that garon was going to make gunter use on her to behave (WHAT???) and instead he crafted it out of that very same leather.... whip.......

and of course if you've made it as far as an A-support with fcorrin and gunter you're aiming for those two to boink

:D :D :D OH MY GOD THAT'S DEPRAVED LMAO. FREUD. WOULD HAVE A FUCKING VACATION ON THAT. fuck whip me leatherdaddy gunter

... oh my god he'd be insanely good with shibari. he's also 100% wanked it off to whipping adult corin (headcanons here popping like popcorn)

god i cannot wait for their S support i hope it's worth itttttt [rolls around and flails like a fucking fangirl]

fucking YES i cannot believe my insanely niche depraved favorite kind of "crackship" is actually canon, laslow i platonically love you.

if i had a nickle for every time that a top tier fe favorite of mine has been textually mentioned as good with leather, i'd have two nickles. which isn't a lot but it's weird that it's happened twice loooool

(original post on dreamwidth)

[icbmil]

Isn’t Denise Welch mattys mom posting that cup…? Weird asf and incest-y lmao

Weird and incesty? Honestly, no. I never got that inkling in the slightest. I think because I've followed Denise for so long now and I've come to know her sense of humor, at least surface level, and expect the unexpected. The photo of that mug doesn't seem very out of pocket like queen Denise is very much in on the joke. Sooo here it is again because it literally still makes me giggle anytime I see it.