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[oonajaeadira]

FLUFFBRUARY 2: engagement | scent | jam (PATS)

ADIRA'S SELF-IMPOSED FLUFFBRUARY RULES:

Six sentences.

Must be fluffy.

All 29 ficlets must feature a different Pedro.

All three words must be used (Fluffbruary prompt list here).

Use the words in order.

I reserve the right to break rules and/or cheat.

Eggs, pastries, coffee, tea…just waiting on the toast.

Standing in the kitchen, Patricio’s mind wanders–beyond the breakfast he’s working on, beyond the apron covering his bare bits and pieces, beyond the butter melting on the waffles–to you, asleep in his bed upstairs.

And he finds himself staring at his hands.

He wouldn’t be able to wear a ring if he had an engagement…er…a client, but maybe there could be an alternative…maybe on a chain around his neck?

There’s a squeak from above, the bathroom door he needs to oil–the scent of the coffee must have woken you–and he’s back to the task at hand, plenty of time to think about the little details later.

When the toast pops up he adds it to the tray next to your favorite jam and takes the whole production upstairs, apron included…he knows getting to take it off him is your favorite part....

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@fluffbruary

FLUFFBRUARY MASTERLIST

[x-ledtasso-x]

Canon continuation fix-it fic with Tedbecca happy ending. (Do you trust me?)

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Imagine...Running Into Colter On A Job

Pairing: Colter Shaw x reader

A/N: I've been re-watching Tracker before Season 2 starts and I'm dipping my toe in the Colter fanfic world finally! Just a little something short, sweet and sassy to start with!

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Your heart skipped a beat as you rounded the corner and spotted a man, his expression turning confused. “Colter Shaw?”

“Y/N?” You cleared the room before going to where he was handcuffed to a pipe. “What are you doing here?”

“Rescuing you apparently.” You pulled your lock pick from the back of your jeans, jamming it in the key hole. “How’d this happen?”

“What are you doing here?” He repeated, an edge of agitation in his voice this time. You snapped the cuff open, frowning at him as he popped to his feet.

“Working the same job as you.” You got up, his hand on your arm pulling you up but you quickly shrugged him off. 

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, grabbing your bicep again, keeping you behind him. You punched him in the arm, Colter dropping you, rubbing his shoulder. “What the hell-”

“Do not treat me like a damsel, Shaw. I saved your ass, remember?” You brushed on ahead of him, taking your small handgun from the waistband of your jeans. He wanted to retort but you shushed him, Colter scowling but staying behind you.

You cleared the building quickly, only slightly surprised when you found the teenager you were looking for sat uncomfortably on a chair while an older man watched TV in the corner. Colter tapped your shoulder, pointing at the kid. You rolled your eyes but went along with it. If he wanted to get in a wrestling match with the big guy, he could go for it.

Two minutes later Colter was sat on the man’s back, securing him with the zip tie you tossed over from your jacket pocket.

“Hey, Henry,” you said, the kid looking relieved. “Your step dad do anything to you?”

“No. I just want to go home.” You helped him to his feet, giving Colter a nod. 

“Then let’s get you home, buddy.”

“Shaw,” you grit out in the parking lot of the police station a few hours later. Colter glanced up from his phone before shoving it in his pocket. “What the hell was that back there?”

“Nice to see you too,” he chuckled. “What are you doing-”

“Are you allergic to answering a question?” you prodded, crossing his arms. His eyebrows shot up, a stupid smile on his face. “I asked you first.”

“Wow. You are not the timid accountant you once were.” You scoffed.

“First off, you met me when I’d been kidnapped. I was having a rough day. Is that why you were so pushy back at the farm?”

He sighed, looking over your head. “Listen, I don’t know what you were capable of. I didn’t need another kidnapping victim on my hands.”

You smiled, stepping in closer, his adam’s apple bobbing. “The balls on you to say that to the person that, oh, literally helped you escape? Hm?” 

He frowned, rolling his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Sure you are,” you said, walking past him for your truck. 

“Wait!” he said, jogging to your side. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Does this answer it?” you said, pulling out an envelope full of reward money. Colter looked dumbfounded and you found the expression sort of adorable on his handsome face. “Sorry, seeing as how I found their son, the parents felt I deserved the reward.”

“You track rewards? You?” You patted his cheek, shaking your head.

“It’s a good thing you’re so handsome,” you teased, turning your back to him with a whistle. “Better luck next time, Shaw!”

“But…you’re an accountant!” he called after you.

“Former accountant,” you said, spinning around, walking backwards with a grin. “Turns out I make way more money doing this. A little weapons training here, a little martial arts there and a pushup bra go a long fucking way, Colter.”

“The fuck…” he trailed off as you winked at him. “Y/N!”

“Catch you on the next one, Colter!”

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[queenendless]

🍂🍁💝Thankful (Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Fem!Reader ft Various JJK)💝🍁🍂

A/n: Spontaneous short fiction.

Sequel to Spooky Lovin'.

Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate. To those who don't, well do whatever makes you happy.

Lots of characters/pairings, pure cavity esque fluff, with a twist!

All credit for JJK goes to Gege ... despite what happens canon wise.

*Please don't plagiarize, translate, or repost my FANFIC work. Like, reblog and follow instead, thank you.

The enriching enthusiasm boomed out throughout your private abode.

You watched in beaming amusement through the open archway at the packed company.

Yuji laughed at what Megumi had to say which made the other smile; both close together on one end of the couch.

Nobara gushed over showing Maki upcoming winter attire releasing on her phone, to which the latter was intrigued, both also bundled closely on the other end of the couch.

Kento and Yu leaning against the wall, drinking apple cider as the latter rambled enthusiastically on their latest endeavor, while Ino popped in, praising a blushing Nanami on his caliber as his sorcerer icon.

Aoi clapping and weeping all up in the big TV showing Takada-chan's live performance in the themed parade happening down South.

Panda and Toge jumping in the leaf piles, a beaming Yuta swinging a giggling Rika around through the whisking leaves. Kamo sipped tea on the front patio as he watched the sunset.

Down the way, a car crossed by, with Shiu at the wheel and Toji eyeing the house with sharp ambivalence. Part of him missing his kids but accepting long ago that this is where they truly belong, nodding for Shiu to drive off.

A tipsy Shoko cuddling up with a blushing smiling Utahime in the hot tub on one end and Mei lounging and sipping on cider on the other end with Ui holding her bagged gear and waiting on her outside the tub, on standby, cause he's just that devoted.

Mai and Momo taking selfies together in the backyard garden before teasing a flustered Kasumi after Kokichi gifted her a flower in her hair.

Yuki and Choso; also in the backyard, napped together on the bench under the tallest looming tree, cozy smiles on their faces.

Kusakabe excused himself just to sneak into the bathroom to try out the jacuzzi.

Nanako and Mimiko braided Tsumiki's hair as they sat at the katsudon, smack dabbed in the center of their spacious living room.

Junpei blushing from Tsumiki noticing him gazing at her, smiling widely in return, to which a flushed Junpei jumped from Megumi's stern-faced warning to which his sister complained for him not to scare him so much and a nervously laughing Yuji consoled his horror buddy by hugging him and patting his back, simultaneously trying to calm down his boyfriend going all overprotective brother mode.

Masamichi made some festive themed cursed corpse dolls that were taking up space on the other couch.

Kiyotaka fumbled with his drink as Akari's beaming smile had him and Arata covering their flushed faces from how pure she looked.

Riko and Misato assist Suguru in the kitchen as they prepare the food.

Suguru, knowing you were still unwell, insisted you take it easy and let them handle the feast.

You had been feeling unwell the past few days.

You called in sick today when you felt something change.

You had to see for yourself.

And when you did, you felt inspired to message everyone you know for an impromptu get together at your place. The word spread via group chats, texts, and calls.

Watching everyone enjoying themselves at your impromptu get together heightened your spirits.

Just not for the festive touch.

But to be surrounded by all their beaming warm faces when —

Satoru warped right before barging through the front door with dramatic flair, exciting a few, scaring some, and annoying the rest.

“Honey, I'm home~!” Dropping the bag of pies on the counter, Satoru smooched Suguru fully on the lips.

The moment he noticed you practically glowing, the Six Eyes told him all that there is and will soon be, straight down to the first traces.

In that moment, everyone inside and outside felt the shifts in the cursed force as Gojo warped right before you, startling you out of your hidden viewing spot, his arms wrapping around your figure to catch you. You imagined his eyes trained on the right spot.

“You … you're …”

You couldn't suppress your smile. “I found out this morning. But I didn't know how to tell you both. I had a feeling your Six Eyes would show you the truth – AAH~!” Your yelp as he lifted you up in the air reverberated throughout the house, grabbing everyone's attention.

“Gojo-sensei?!” His students exclaimed in a jumbled mess.

“Satoru! Be careful – !” Suguru's concerns were cut short when he watched as you tugged down that blindfold just to see Satoru's awestruck eyes with your own.

Tears made his eyes sparkling that much beautifully, sniffling softly, beaming with that lovestruck smile as he lowered you down to embrace you, swinging side to side gently, laughing as he smooched your face with so many kisses.

“Y/n … thank you.”

As he sets you down; keeping you wrapped up in one arm, his other arm waving you two's partner over before intertwining their hands together to pull him in quickly. “Suguru~ We've got the hottest scoop of the year!”

Pressing himself right by your side, Suguru leaned down as you got up on your tiptoes to whisper your secret right in his ear. His stunned face was all you could read as he replayed your words in his mind, but he wanted to be certain. “Are you sure?”

Satoru's closed eyed smile and thumbs up added to the buildup. “These eyes don't lie!”

Burning wetness swelled up in those beautiful almond eyes as Suguru kissed you lovingly, smiling at you in the same smitten manner. “Best news ever.”

“Everyone!” Satoru hollered as his arms became yours and Suguru's thrones, lifting you both up, as he floated for literal joy. “We're having a baby!”

“And yes, it's all true!” You exclaimed boldly, knowing the people would take your word more easily than Satoru's.

First stunned silence. Which immediately erupted into cheers and applause of congratulations.

The twins, Tsumiki and Megumi were the first to get up and hurry on over to embrace you, shedding tears of joy.

Yuji and Haibara high-fiving Satoru who was over the moon.

Nanami shook hands to congratulate Suguru, warning him to make sure Satoru took extra caution with taking care of you and your little bundle before embracing you himself. You personally wanted to deem him as the godfather, just a side note.

As those from out front and out back swarmed in as the announcement shot straight through the roof from the loud groundbreaking importance.

After all the girls in the house fussed over you with hugs, advice and offers to help you through this new adventure, your husbands were in the same boat with almost everyone.

Except Kusakabe who was stuck in the bathroom for a while since the hallway was filled with the rest of your guests.

After embracing and congratulating you themselves, Riko and Kuroi announced the feast was ready.

Exchanging kisses with both your loves, you gave a toast.

Toasting to the new addition to your growing unique family.

Now that is cause to celebrate.

[pleasantlyinsincere]

Hi, I was wondering if you know what music John was a fan of in the late 70’s? I’m aware of him being excited about the B52’s, and I’m assuming he liked David Bowie and Elton John’s music in part because they were his friends in addition to obviously being talented. And I think I read once that Julian turned him onto Queen but tbh that may be me misremembering a fanfic lol I just wonder if there’s anything out there that describes what John’s music tastes was in those days or whether he preferred to stick with his favorite classics; early rock and roll, girl groups ect. Like what did he think about the punk scene in NY?? Or the close harmonies a la Fleetwood Mac that dominated the charts? Just things I think about haha.

Hi, thanks for the question. I know that I skipped through a book called John Lennon: 1980 playlist by Tim English before, that may be a good source for you. Here's some random info, that I remembered where to look up. I think Julian introducing John to Queen comes from the SPIN magazine interview in '75:

[Julian] likes Barry White and he likes Gilbert O’ Sullivan. He likes Queen, though I haven’t heard them yet. He turns me on to music. I call him and he says, “Have you heard Queen?” and I say “No, what is it?” I’ve heard of them. I’ve seen the guy … the one who looks like Hitler playing a piano … Sparks? I’ve seen Sparks on American TV. So I call him and say, “Have you seen Sparks? Hitler on the piano?” and he says, “No. They are alright. But have you seen Queen?” and I say “What’s Queen?” and then he tells me. His age group is hipper to music … at 11 I was aware of music, but not too much.

But then there is also an anecdote, I think by Tony Barrow, that John didn't want to sign Queen to Apple years earlier? However that may be a lie, or John just didn't remember.

Yoko gifted John a jukebox for his birthday in '78 and apparently John filled it with the old music he liked. Elliott Mintz says there was quite some Bing Crosby. And I remember John also putting some new song by Dolly Parton in there.

"Yoko gave him this old-fashioned jukebox and John stocked it with Bing Crosby records. People kind of expected him to have rock 'n' roll records in there, but it was almost totally Crosby stuff. There were 3 songs which John played over and over. I still remember them. They were Crosby with a jazz quartet from the 50's, I think. He would banter and talk in the songs and John thought that was just the end. The songs were Whispering, I'm Gonna Sit Right Down and Write Myself a Letter and Dream a Little Dream of Me. Yeah, those were the songs, I can still see John listening to them." - Elliott Mintz

“The one modern song I remember him listening to was ‘The Tide Is High’ by Blondie, which he played constantly. When I hear that song, I see my father, unshaven, his hair pulled back into a ponytail, dancing to and fro in a worn-out pair of denim shorts, with me at his feet, trying my best to coordinate tiny limbs.” - Sean Lennon

One night we were playing at Max's (Kansas City) in New York City, and I was waiting for everyone to leave the club so I could go back in and pick up my gear. We were sitting in the van waiting and John Lennon and Ian Hunter from Mott the Hoople came staggering out and looked over. John Lennon saw it was me and stuck his head in the window. He was kind of drunk and stuck his face right against mine and went 'yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah' because he recognized it (Devo's song Uncontrollable Urge) as being an updating of She Loves You. That was one of my most exciting moments ever. - Mark Mothersbaugh on John coming to a DEVO gig in '77

PB: John, what is your opinion of the newer waves? Lennon: I love all this punky stuff. It's pure. I'm not, however, crazy about the people that destroy themselves. Playboy interview, 1980

I like pop records. I like Olivia Newton-John singing "Magic" and Donna Summer whatever the hell she'll be singing. I like ELO singing "All over the World". I can dissect it and criticize it with any critic in the business...But without any thought I enjoy it! That's the kind of music I like to hear. - John

John Lennon raced into Yoko Ono’s home office in the mammoth old Dakota building with a copy of Donna Summer’s new single, “The Wanderer.” “Listen!” he shouted to us as he put the 45 on the record player. “She’s doing Elvis!” I didn’t know what he was talking about at first. The arrangement felt more like rock than the singer’s usual electro-disco approach, but the opening vocal sure sounded like Donna Summer to me. Midway through the song, however, her voice shifted into the playful, hiccuping style Elvis had used on so many of his early recordings. “See! See!” John shouted, pointing at the speakers. The record was John’s way of saying hello again after five years. [...] It was just weeks before his death in December of 1980, and his playing the Summer record was an endearing greeting -- and one that was typical of John. Of the hundreds of musicians I’ve met, John was among the most down-to-earth. Corn Flakes with John Lennon (And Other Tales From a Rock ‘n’ Roll Life) by Robert Hilburn

"I'm aware of ... Madness. "Don't do that. Do this." (As on the spoken word intro to "One Step Beyond".) I think that is the most original thing actually because it's so peculiar. ... Out of all that mob I think that was one of the most original sounds. Very good drumming, very good bass and all of that." Andy Peebles interview

And things I don't have quotes for right now: I remember Bob Gruen had given John some video compilation of punk bands, that John enjoyed watching. In one of the last interviews John said Hungry Heart by Bruce Springsteen was a great song. There are the albums John asked Fred Seaman to buy on his shopping lists. Some are printed in The John Lennon Letters (Though I'm not sure that means he liked them, but at least was interested in.) Lot's of Bob Dylan talk in the diaries and parodies. Many anecdotes about reggae bands. In the Double Fantasy studio recording John references quite some songs and artists, when he tells the musicians what they are aiming for in the songs.

[warsamongthestars]

ONTO TBB - POST-SERIES

I am going to need to sit down, and go through all of the show, and I hope to (energy providing). Mostly to make a review, or series of reviews. Produce a few what-ifs. Someone might want the fanfic inspiration.

( I hope, I'm not going to promise because I am bad at energy, and I'm not going to promise things until I can actually deliver. So let's just say I want to do it, but we'll see if it happens or not. )

Look, I still dont' want to rain on people's parades this close after the Finale, so read at ye own risk. Lots of critical down below.

I would call the TBBshow a waste of time. But its not a waste of time, the reason being is that, I have dedicated an enormous amount of energy, to tearing this show into pieces. It soothes and enflames the rage that lies in my heart.

( Remember, I do love Star Wars, and I love the Clone Wars. And Anger and Fury are what happens when something you love, or something you cherish and care about, gets hurt very badly. And I find that the TBBshow is both the weapon and wound. But its a weapon I can turn against itself. And it is a wound I can remedy. )

Now for my bit thoughts on the finale, and bit thoughts on the show itself.

They're just big bits, because when I want to really tear into the little issues of this show, I will go molecule-by-molecule, atom-by-atom when I do.

I am going to be the fucking Saturday morning cartoon villain, with suit and cape and evil laughs, about it.

So...

One). Fifth Enhanced Clone and Omega wasn't it, remember? You remember that from the first Finale?

I remember. The show didn't.

I 'd like to think it was Emerie. It points it that. But even now, I have doubts.

Because what was the point.

They oh so twittered about Emerie, and that didn't end up much--and I'd know because the biggest TBB Fans here haven't talked jack about her. That's how good her character is.

Just listen to the silence and all those crickets.

Two). Remember how this was supposed to be the Republic becoming the Empire?

They didn't act like it, did they. You could place these scenes in the Clone Wars, and y'know, it would not only still make sense--it would be more pointed on how the Republic had always been the Empire underneath.

Because you don't get the evil of an entire instellar Empire out of nowhere. That just doesn't happen in stories that have any depth.

If it does happen, you're reading a kindergarten story then.

( ... Frankly the kindergarten story would prolly tell it better, honestly. )

THree). They killed Tech, and CX-2 meant nothing.

You can't tell me they didn't have time, because they spent 3 seasons bullshiting and then at the last minute went "Oh shit, we're supposed to have a plot! Uhhh THORW SOMETHING AT THE WALL AND WE'LL SEE WHAT STICKS"

They knew full well how much fucking time they were alloted, because TV time always allows at least 3 seasons unless you have fucked up that royally.

It is by Contract. They Knew, and they still Bullshitted.

They murdered Tech for Shock Value. Oh someone is going to say "But George Lucas didn't Like Tech--so it made sense to kill him!"

I know they're going to say it.

If they didn't want Tech, then they shouldn't have created him. If you didn't want the Apple Pie, you shouldn't have made the damn Universe. When you introduce a vital character, a main character, people are going to care about them, especially upon character development.

So when you kill that character for Shock value, and then made that value meaningless by lack of conversation and perceived impact, then all you've done is spat in the face of everyone who cared about him--who might've identified with him--or felt that they needed a fictional example of grief--or fucking hells, just WANTED TO HAVE CHARACTER IN YOUR FUCKING CHARACTERS.

Tech was the point where my fires started. He was the point, where I realized, there was no hope in this show. Can't repair the character dynamics, can't do anything of significance now.

And by their refusal to allow the characters communication and grief, they stamped Tech into the dirt by the heels of their imperial boots.

CX-2 had all this development, for fuck all. What was the point of the CXs if they weren't going to do jack with them.

Four). Spent an awful lot of time shitting on other ideas.

Every possible guest character that could appear, did appear, and it took away from the story. Worse, it took away from Authors, and Game Makers, and spat all over them with a "Haha this is OUR CANON NOW!"

Cid lost her appeal. Because it was an episodic format, and the series did not stick to an episodic format. Would've been a great minor villian, too fucking bad though.

Phee was a phenomenal character (even if I don't care for Indiana Jones / Lara Croft archetypes), and she didn't go anywhere. She stood nearby Tech, gave him a pet name, and that's it. They wasted her.

( I would say that the shippers went too hog wild--but shippers have always been hogwild. To say that they're overdoing it, means they've been underdoing it. They will go hogwild for "Nameless Twi'lek in Background". That's the beauty of the shippers. Keep shipping folks, the Empire can't take all of us out. )

They killed Scorch. Scorch, from Republic Commando, is dead now. You remember that happy go lucky guy? The one who wanted to go back for Sev?

( HE WAS MY PARTY MEMBER, GODS DAMN IT. I PLAYED THE GAME WITH HIM. )

Well. He can never go back now.

( From the bottom of my gamer heart--I felt like this was the greatest Fuck You of all time. Tech's death was already unforgivable, but this? This is as if you just executed Carth Onasi in front of me. )

( The only way they could've done worse, is if they had made a poor copycat of the deathstar as some star destroyer with a rip off of Darth Revan except he's like, the grandson of Darth Vader or something. And he like, murdered a lot of Jedi again, because they wanted to rip off the prequels... )

Why is VENTRESS EVEN THERE.

Why did we need KANAN AGAIN!?

Oh look, Rex, and... Clones... Fucking wonder what's going on there. I can't imagine that the sequel of the Clone Wars would have anything to do with Clone Wars maining Clones. Can't imagine why they might've been important for the Star Wars audience. They're just CLONES AREN'T THEY ITS NOT LIKE THE AFTER EFFECTS OF THE CLONE WARS WOULD HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH CLONES.

Completely dissed the Chip plot, for victim blaming, and all the victims paid for it. In fact, they even villianized the victims and punished them dearly. Through execution, or dismemberment.

And they just straight up murdered every villian they could get away with, for... no reason. It wasn't satisfying. It was bullshit.

The sheer audacity to fuck Echo up. He was our Audience Surrogate, on par with Ahsoka, and THIS IS WHAT THEY DID TO HIM? Made him a bit player in his own show?

Only gave Fives, one of the most important people of Echo's life, a mere throwaway mention.

Not gonna get into what they did to me boys the Bad Batch, because we'd be here all day. And I've got other things to do.

And finally, because this made me rage so fucking hard.

FIVES) The Spoken Message "Now we can be who we want to be!"

...

ARE YOU FUCKING FOR REAL. WHAT IS THIS SHOW'S MAJOR MALFUNCTION.

The Entire Point of the Bad Batch, was that they were already being who they wanted to be or who they were, since their introduction in Clone Wars. They were Unique Nonstandard Clone with Unique Abilities and excellent character (In the Clone Wars)

And suddenly the show wants to say "Oh by they weren't really being themselves--"

They didn't set that the fuck up. The TBBShow, spent the last 3 years fucking around in the ether. They had plenty of time, and they squandered it, and then they rushed jobbed like kids on final group project day.

If the "Good Soldiers Follow Orders" was the set up, then that is akin to saying "Oh don't worry about being drugged into doing something you didn't want to do, you can learn from the experience of having all your choices forced from you and against your consent, and be better from it!"

We can even take in-story!

They spent, so much time, never once talking to one another, about one another, setting up jack all. In fact, vast majority either followed Hunter's lead or ignored him, and left the Camera--there has never been any "Oh we can be who we want".

Unless you're Omega. And y'know, I tots watched a show called the Bad Batch, because I was totally clearly there for an original character not apart of the Bad Batch.

At the end of all it, I have to ask... what... story were they trying to tell exactly?

The show didn't dedicate itself to anything. It spent so long avoiding dedication that it robbed all impact, and left a constant sense of tension in every episode.

It didn't dedicate to a story. Oh it dedicated to the Rush, the New AND SHINY CONTENT--but that's it. Honestly, if they wanted the feeling of rush, they should've just dedicated themselves to Youtube Shorts, Vines and Tiktok.

I'm not here for the rush of content. I'm here for a fucking story, with characters. I have games that are decades old, I have the original Han Solo Trilogy, far before that fucking film.

And I go back, and I reread and replay, because I fucking love them. And that's what you do with something you love, you return to it constantly, its not a Fad that passes once the rush stops.

But I can only go back to the TBBshow, to take what little is good, And destroy the rest, and plant garden above the ashes.

(There are things good in this show that I want to drag out into the light and into better things. And I know, plenty of people have found that good too, and they have done the same. The sheer dedication of interpretation is a beautiful thing. )

There is no Replay Value here. By all accounts, they turned this into a throw-away show, that I guarantee, in about six months, half the fandom is going to be gone from because there's no substance here.

( I'd be shocked, but also not shocked, if it isn't, but I'm not hopeful here. )

And I'll guarantee to you, my audience, that I am going to be here with a never ending coal-fire in my chest.

Because as a lifetime Star Wars fan, from birth and unto where ever the end of my journey is, it has me--it can have my Love, or it can have my Never Ending Rage, but it has me regardless.

ADDENDUM

There are other things, believe me, I am not finished, but I wanted to get the big points down and out, to air my grievances. Twas an emotional response of sheer fucking unbelievable rage. The fires of mustafar would mean nothing in comparison to fires that lie inside. ( i'm in my darth vader arc. )

This hasn't been a waste of time... But fuck it was a Waste of Story and a waste of characters, and I will never forgive the TBBshow, for the fact that the Clone Wars lead me to love, and the TBBshow lead me to antagonizing rage.

The TBBshow story should've been a tragedy. That would've set some things to rights. If they had just, killed the team, and finally made the Empire into the tragic but villianous threat it really is, then that would've at least, made up for somethings. It wouldn't have fixed the show--S1 and S2 are still bad and no amount of good endings will fix that--but it would've been an anchor for it.

[kerubimcrepin]

Liveblog 2: Still trying to finish episode 1.

Crocosec is a butcher, Tortue sells weapons next to him, and Kanigroo is a florist.

Julie's hair salon is right across from Kerubim's boutique.

INSTANT love. Their friendship is so important.

Is this a random observation of details, as is this blog's entire premise? No. But I am going to add this to the post nevertheless.

Solomonk, btw. The kanji here is "金", which means gold/metal in Japanese and Chinese.

Keke's yarn ball addiction that will be referenced in a future episode. Yet, he also knits using them, as shown in a few places in canon, so not all hope is lost. I am not screenshotting all of them.

I love these two so much... You can probably tell by my two 10k word fanfics that have tags like "fluff", "child neglect", "psychological horror", and "Joris should hunt Kerubim for sport (positive)"

You will notice that this is a theme with this series, but Joris grows to have a bit more mature of s view on Kerubim, realizing that his father is a very unreliable narrator, and a flawed person.

While Dofus Livre 1: Julith has some writing issues (Bakara should have been sadder and Khan should be on-screen less often), it wraps this arc neatly, by completely taking Kerubim off that pedestal in Joris's mind.

As well as destroying the notion of pedestals for Joris in general, ruining his life, and making him very disillusioned. But we'll talk about The Horrors when we get there.

There are other horrors to talk about, after all:

Simone is this close to calling the twelvian analogue of CPS. And she should have. I am going to hunt Kerubim Crepin for sport.

The stairs are a tripping hazard and there's a knife just randomly laying there. Very normal parenting.

Then there's the horrifying bookcase that is going to fall someday and kill everyone.

There's a lot to unpack here in general, but I demonstrated 3 ways I think Joris could accidentally kill himself in this household at the ripe age of 7. Especially the with murdershelf.

Btw have I said that he has lived in these conditions for his whole life. I think we don't talk about that enough. I will hunt Kerubim Crepin for sport.

He's literally so mean. This man has bewitched me soul and mind. If he said this to me, I would die on the spot from embarrassment.

The way he's trying not to die of laughter or make fun of this guy is actually insane.

There's not enough words in the english, french, or other languages to describe how shit of a parent Kerubim is btw. why the fuck is there meat there. Then there's the random fish skeleton. Then the random rotten apple and another piece of meat with an AXE in it. And using a monster as a disposal device.

I am going to hunt him for sport, have I mentioned that?

Here's a confirmation that even though it's never mentioned, Incarnam does exist in the TV series Dofus and Wakfu.

Kerubim's half of the sleeping room is notably more run down...

I will be real Kerubim's depression nest is actually so sad. Being mentally ill doesn't excuse bad parenting, but yeah. Just... a horrible familial situation all around.

Bonus Screenshots: Joris looking like a bug. + Simone's lesbian stare of hatred towards Bob from Bonta.

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𝙈𝙊𝙑𝙄𝙀𝙎:

Donnie Darko

Palo Alto

Call me by your name

Life as a House

Beautiful boy

Bubble boy

Bones and all

𝘚𝘏𝘖𝘞𝘚:

I really don't like tv shows... the only show i've completely finished is shameless and young sheldon (lol), but I watch rupaul and impractical jokers.

𝘔𝘜𝘚𝘐𝘊:

I love Lana Del Rey (duh), Clairo, Jeff Buckley, PTV, Elliott Smith, NIN, Sir Chloe, Deftones, Phoebe Bridgers, Korn, Limp Bizkit, Radiohead, The Smiths, SOAD, Fiona Apple, SUBLIMEE, P!ATD, Slipknot, Pause for the Cause, Weezer.. and more.

𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙:

Jake Gyllenhaal, Hayden Christenen, Drew starkey, Timothee Chalemet, Evan peter, and Eminem's wife fs fsss

In my free time I love to draw and watch shows. also read fanfic...

𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗦...

people I have/ will post fanfics for

Most Jake Gyllenhaal characters

Evan Peter characters

Rafe Cameron

Stephen Glass, Sam Monroe

probably more idk...

[atrueneutral]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤️

Thanks for the tag, @theemptyislost! ❤️

Self-love, eh? lol I feel a smidge awkward doing this, but I'm going to bite the bullet and do it anyways. 🤸‍♀️

[He Will Be All She Knows] [Baldur's Gate 3: Raphael x Tav] Tav dun goofed in going to the House of Hope alone (with some cheese as a kind parting gift). Raphael didn't like that. In response, he spends a year planning his revenge, but, oops! Developments arise between a mouse and a rat-fucking-bastard.

My first foray into writing fanfic since 2002, and no, you can't read my shitty InuYasha fanfics that I wrote when I was twelve. (Well, technically, you can... they're still online... but moving on...)

[Blood in the Wine] [Balder's Gate 3 AU: Raphael x Tav / Astarion x Tav] A monk who has nothing to hide gains entry to an abbey run by a man she suspects isn't a man at all. There are secrets to uncover at what many call the House of Hope...

Stretching my legs with this one. Research is involved as well as carefully arranging my pieces on the board to ensure this plot delivers Glorious Payoffs. Like HWBASK, I know *exactly* where this is going. Just 👏 gotta 👏 keep👏 writing 👏 the 👏 damn 👏 thing. I will finish this story!

The rest under the cut.

[May - June - July] [Fallout TV Show: The Ghoul x Lucy MacLean] Lucy's been having thoughts about a certain Ghoul, and she decides to take matters into her own hand upon finding a lovely pin-up calendar.

The moment I saw these characters... I said, 'I'm going to ship them, aren't I?' And... I did. I do. So this is my sole contribution to the fandom and the ship. Some playful smut.

[Truths] [Baldur's Gate 3: Raphael x Tav] Raphael made dinner, but Tav isn't hungry. Raphael makes Tav eat anyways, and she doesn't like the food.

A Raphael POV chapter from HWBASK. He's a cambion with complicated (icky) feelings he wants to deny, but I won't let him.

[O, Apple of His Eye] [Baldur's Gate 3: Raphael x Tav] Raphael and Tav can't escape each other - no matter the timeline or universe.

My collection of prompts and drabbles and other ideas involving these two. I view these as fun exercises for writing, and the prompts have been great fun to navigate. Thank you everyone who has contributed.

I'll hit up some inboxes, but no pressure.

[michellemisfit]

⛄️❄️ Weekly Tag Wednesday, on a Thursday ❄️⛄️

Kindly tagged by @mikhailoisbaby @metalheadmickey @mickeysgaymom @lingy910y @sleepyfacetoughguy @crestfallercanyon @creepkinginc @mybrainismelted @energievie @deedala @jrooc

It's Festivus for the rest of us so grab your Chanukah bush, your mistletoe, your pagan ritual or whatever brings you joy and come gather round the fire 🪵 and celebrate your pocket friends 🤶🏻

❄️ Favourite nickname you’ve ever been given:

Any film or TV set I’ve ever wrangled animals on I’ve been dubbed ‘Rabbit Girl’ or ‘Alpaca Lady’ or whatever other animal I’ve got with me that day, and it makes me laugh. I’m also quite fond of school kids calling me ‘Farmer Michelle’. It’s cute. Otherwise it’s just the usual. Myska. Mys. Myskalump.

Oh! Oh oh oh!!! Ruth’s brother calls me his Swisster, and it’s the CUTEST THING!!!! 🥰🇨🇭

❄️ Where are you located? London, UK

❄️ What season is it where you are now? 🥶

❄️ Favourite tradition this time of year: I love baking and decorating cookies and giving them to people. I also love giving and especially wrapping presents. I’ve made my own wrapping paper for the last few Christmases and birthdays, and it makes wrapping extra fun!!

I just like doing things that make other people happy 😊

❄️ Favourite holiday food: Leftovers Casserole. It’s literally what it says in the tin, so turkey meat, any left over roast veg and potatoes, caramelised garlic carrots, Brussels, and stuffing all put in the oven to heat through and let the top go crispy, and then you eat it with gravy. Yum yum.

❄️ Mulled wine, eggnog or hot apple cider? Mulled cider all the way!! We basically have a large pot of mulled wine and a large pot of mulled cider on the go for all of December lol

❄️ Turkey, Ham or Nut Roast (Or Tofurkey?)?

I have always wanted to make a nut roast and never have!!! 😭 We do turkey on Christmas Day and Honey Glazed Ham on “House Christmas”. They’re both awesome.

❄️ Would you rather spend the December holidays in: A cabin in the woods surrounded by snow, or a house on the beach with sun and sand?

Cabin!!!!

❄️ Are you pro-snow or anti-snow?

Pro. Farming is tough in winter, but it’s still pretty beautiful. Even if my fingers fall off.

❄️ Have you ever built a snowman? Of course! I also built a snow dog with Poppy one year.

❄️ Skiing or Snowboarding? I used to be a pretty decent skier. I’ve snowboarded twice and could not get on board with the concept. Just like I am great on roller skates and suck on a skate board 🤷🏽‍♂️ Also? All of my best scars and bloodiest injury stories are winter sport related!

❄️ Do you decorate for the holidays? Have you met me??

No neighbourhood ivy is save this time of year!

❄️ Favourite holiday movie? I’m not too big on movies generally, but we often watch A Knights Tale at Christmas, so probably that?

❄️ Favourite holiday fanfic? One of the things I adore about fandom at Christmas is things like Christmas Gift Exchanges and people writing Christmas spin offs for their popular fics, or amazing people like @sam-loves-seb doing a whole 12 Days of Christmas!!! Which I cannot wait to have time off to binge my way through to get in the Christmas spirit!!! 🥰

❄️ If you were to star in a Hallmark movie, who would be your love interest? Where would it take place?

Bradley James! Once and Future Love of my Life.

I would be hired to supply the animals for his latest movie, which would have some cringeworthy puntastic title like ‘You’ve Goat to Be Kidding Me’ or ‘Only With Ewe’.

Forgive my lateness and likely double tagging. Work has been a lot in the run up to Christmas. If you’ve already done this please tag me so I can read yours, and if not then this is your invitation to be fashionably late, just like me! @suzy-queued @heymacy @heymrspatel @callivich @faejilly @greentealycheejelly @rutherinahobbit @depressedstressedlemonzest @look-i-love-u @crossmydna @too-schoolforcool @darlingian @rereadanon @lupeloto @gardenerian @sam-loves-seb @francesrose3 @bawlbrayker @vintagelacerosette

[rainbow-pop-arts]

This is the last part of my Trigun Maximum vol 14 thoughts for @trigunbookclub…..it’s finally over?

Some thoughts on TriMax chap 96-97  under the cut!

This is it, it’s the final battle of the Trigun series! (゜Д゜;)

There’s no turning back

Holy frick, it’s Tsubasa wo Kudasai (I think the English translations of the lyrics kinda fits this, right…?)

Chronica’s alright and was gonna shoot Knives and Vash but luckily Livio came! (OH MY GOSH, HE SAID NO MAN’S LAND!! Now that I think about it, have the planet been called Gunsmoke in the manga?)

WOLFWOOOOOOD ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·

And so, the twin brothers who were separated by their ideals(?) flew away into the sunset

Aw, Knives got his own wanted poster! (´∇｀) I wonder how they got his picture? (I can’t believe Vash is still a wanted man, HE SAVED Y’ALL! (＞д＜))

Vash’s hair is all black now but he’s still my beautiful babygirl ♡ ～('▽^人)

Aaaw, he showed his brotherly love to Vash but not in a twisted way! (´⌣`ʃƪ)♡

And so he fades away after growing an apple tree. I’m not really sure how it would work out if he’s still around (damn, those fanfics weren’t kidding that he became an apple tree in the end)

VASH THE STAMPEDE IS BACK IN ACTION! 

OH FRICK

Looks like there’s never any peace for Vash the Stampede

MERYL AND MILLY!!! (≧▽≦)

“Oh wow, Vash the Stampede has a girlfriend?” “If he does then wow he’s such a bad boyfriend.”

So this is where TriStamp gets the idea for Meryl being a reporter!

They about to catch Vash in 4k

Somebody please make music for these lyrics

Hey, I remember some of these guys! (◕ヮ◕ )There’s the Badlad Gang, there are the guys Vash drank with, the family that Meryl and Milly helped, Lina and Sheryl and that bad guy that Lina pissed off who’s a good guy now!

Livio (oh my, he looks more fine and he’s holding Wolfwood’s cross), the Nebraska family, Chronica’s doing alright, Ship 3!

A moment to appreciate this colored illustration (o_ _)ﾉ彡☆

This spread is basically this meme

(Comic: Nan Hao & Shang Feng)

WHAT👏A👏MASTERPIECE👏

That’s all and the end of TriMax! ｡ﾟ( ﾟஇ‸இﾟ)ﾟ｡

Bonus thoughts: Oh my gosh, it’s finally over! So Knives was defeated, kinda. I dunno, Vash kinda lost the fight but Knives  carried him and flew away. They got help from a father and son then Knives used the last of his powers to grow an apple tree and faded away. Which made me wonder if things would’ve worked out if Knives was still around for redemption. Meryl and Milly are now reporter girls (that spider TV looks so cute) and looks like everybody got a TV! Nice to see some of the characters we ran into in the past are here and doing well! Looks like Vash will keep running and running, but at least the world looks a little more peaceful.

(Manga: Takopi no Genzai) This has been fun! I would like to say thank you to @trigunbookclub for this event, @trigun-manga-overhaul for the manga translations and everybody who has been liking and reblogging my thoughts since the first week of Trigun Book Club!

[talkinfanfic]

Episode 306 - Talkin’ U2, Bono, and Bedge with Tory from the Retro Fanfic Retrospective Podcast!

Sara welcomes the great and wonderful Tory, best known for their reliably insightful analysis of fanfiction on the Retro Fanfic Retrospective podcast (found wherever you get your podcasts!) Tory shares their lifelong love affair with the legendary band U2, and their knowledge of the band’s history and music. Tory also digs into the amazing feat of how the band’s joyful, sublime chemistry seeps into the very music they produce, sustaining fruitful artistry for nearly fifty years. 

Other topics include: Irish history, and the Christianity of U2, along with comparisons with Oasis. We also talk Bedge and RPF! And we dig into a mini-RFR discussion of likeamadonna’s Bono/Edge fanfiction within a fanfiction, “Fictitious Characters”.

🎧 Find Talkin' Fanfic on your favorite podcast app such as Spotify or Apple Podcasts. Or stream Episode 306 here!

Show notes below the cut 🧡

Contact and Credits:

Intro Theme: Kyle Laurin "Oasis Supersonic Theme" (Twitter: @cobrakylemusic)

Clip used - Noel Gallagher on The Late Late Show | RTÉ One 

Outro clip - “Beautiful Day” by U2, from the album ‘All That You Can't Leave Behind’ - pulled from Youtube licensed via UMG (on behalf of Universal-Island Records Ltd. ℗ An Island Records recording; ℗ 2000 Island Records Limited

Tumblr: talkinfanfic.tumblr.com 

Instagram: @talkinfanfic

Email: talkinfanfic@gmail.com 

Time caps:

00:00 - Introduction

06:03 - Start of episode

16:02 - Tory’s music background

24:25 - U2 in bloom right now!

35:06 - A little Irish history 

45:19 - The Troubles, a climate for the formation of U2

56:03 - U2’s Bigness, America, and ‘What is Bono??’ 

01:02:45 - Bono’s useful celebrity, vs individualism of Oasis. Or, “do-gooders” vs “do-badders”

01:08:22 - Bono the Energizer Bunny, and U2 in Vegas

01:13:07 - The other members of U2 (Larry, The Edge, and Adam)

01:20:35 - Christianity and U2

01:31:45 - Religion, U2 vs. Oasis

01:34:50 - Religious imagery in the Achtung Baby-era, and Bono’s ‘characters’

01:41:42 - U2 fanfiction and RPF fandom

01:51:20 - “Fictitious Characters”, by likeamadonna

02:02:26 - Fitting Ali into the Bono/Edge

02:07:20 - Start of Rapid Fire! (which lasts nearly an hour, lol)

02:12:27 - Tory’s Top 5 U2 Tracks

Episode References

U2 Fanfiction.com (Tory mentions they used to read fanfiction from this now defunct archive; link via Wayback Machine) 

The Retro Fanfic Retrospective podcast (Podbean, you can also search for it on Spotify or Apple Podcasts)

Link - Band bio, from threechordsandthetruth.net great U2 overview and biography

U2: The Origins Of The Biggest Band Of The Early 2000s a decent youtube documentary on U2

A live performance of ‘Until The End Of The World’ from ‘Achtung Baby’, filmed during the US leg of the Zoo TV tour in 1992. Kiss for the camera at 2m34s <3 

"One" - U2 Music Video (Anton Corbijn Version) feat. Bob Hewson, and U2 in drag! 

Bono interview with NPR Podcasts -  at 14m46 Bono starts speaking about the concept of ‘Surrender’. “Shut up and listen…is kinda where I’m at.”

Noel Gallagher on The Late Late Show | RTÉ One  - “Who puts the batteries in that guy??” 

Youtube Clip - Noel Gallagher, on U2 (for NME) 

 “Electrical Storm” - U2 Music Video directed by Anton Corbijn (starring Larry!)

Photo via Pinterest - Liam and Bono kissing. According to Bono, Liam had a guitar pick in his mouth and dared Bono to try and retrieve it in front of paparazzi. The photo was printed in a 2002 issue of Rolling Stone.  

Reprint of article - “When Oasis Hit the Road with U2” The Daily Telegraph, June 26, 1997

Bono’s ‘characters’ - Here is MacPhisto making a phone call to a taxi to take him home. This was in Syndey, Australia during the 1993 Zoo TV Tour.

Retro Fanfic Retrospective - Special Episode - Fanfiction Hypothesis The RFR crew discuss…what is and what is not fanfiction? (Spotify link) 

Fic discussion - "Fictitious Characters" by likeamadonna (Ao3 link)  

Bono and The Edge - NPR Tiny Desk Concert (2023) Bono asks Edge to “do an Edge thing!”  

Bono and The Edge - BBC Radio 2 Piano Room (2023) Bono and the Edge vibing together through a string-laden performance of classic U2 songs. Bono serenading the Edge during “Vertigo” around 7m30s, lots of fond looks. 

Fic mentioned - The Scientist or: How Edge Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bono by spacemonkey 

Tory’s Top 5 U2 Tracks (slightly deeper cuts, in no particular order): Red Hill Mining Town , Bad, Lemon, Every Breaking Wave, and Stay (Faraway, So Close!)  

“Ordinary Love” acoustic version, U2 on Jimmy Fallon (2014) with Roots. One of Sara’s favorite U2 live vids ever!! 

Tory is listening to - Leith Ross, an indie-rock Canadian singer-songwriter. Here’s a song from their Youtube channel.

Bandcamp - Her Dilemma the bass player that played for Leith Ross during the set Tory watched. “Mathy”, a bit like Slint!

[jxtina-86]

Temporary Escape - Part 3

A/N: I've added Part 1 and 2 to my fanfic links here. As always, this was written far too long ago - Mox is Dean for that reason. Blah blah blah.

Itatics = flashbacks.

Let's do this.

Seth Rollins/OC/Roman Reigns/Dean Ambrose (Jon Moxley)

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The bed is empty when I finally stir. I stretch out, my body warm and sated from the previous night. I listen carefully and hear the soft clatter of pans coming from the kitchen at the far end of the apartment. I sit, rubbing my eyes and then stretching. Casting a look around the room, I can only see my bra on the floor.

I lean back against the pillows and the smell of Seth wraps around me. I close my eyes and I can see him across the bar laughing as he raises his beer, my eyes unable to tear away as I watch his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallows. In the cab, his arm sneaking around my shoulders, pulling me close, pressing a kiss to my forehead before I turned my face up to his and we barely came up for air until the driver coughed loudly. In his apartment, sat on the couch watching him make coffee that we never touched. Still on the couch, Seth hovering over me for a split second before he kissed me and his fingers plucked at my shirt, my jeans, letting him remove each item and relishing in how he seems to know my body despite this being the first time he’s ever touched me in this way.

My thighs tense at the memory of his hands easing them apart, his mouth on my stomach at first, then between my legs. Said memories are still occupying my mind as I get out of bed and see his shirt lying there invitingly. I tug it on and it comes to just below my ass. I give myself a cursory once-over in the mirror, clawing at my dark hair to make it do something. anything and then deciding to just go with the natural just-fucked look.

Out of the bedroom, I can hear the murmur of the TV, a low laugh erupting and then the louder sound of a pan hissing and the smell of eggs hits my nostrils. I make my way towards the sounds, rounding the corner of the short hallway into the open plan living and kitchen space.

“Seth?” I call out and then stop as I feel a presence to my left. Glancing over I feel myself redden. Two guys are sat on the couch, staring back at me with matching smirks.

“You must be Maddy,” says the bigger of the two, his dark hair pulled back into a low knot.

I nod. “And you are?”

“Roman.”

“Dean,” says the other, fair with dirty blonde hair. “Seth,” he calls out. “Kinda rude for you to leave your girl in bed on her lonesome.”

Seth emerges from the kitchen area just out sight. “What is rude is you two turning up unannounced,” he scowls at the couch but when he turns to me he smiles warmly. “I was just about to come and check on you. Sorry about these two.”

“It’s cool, look I’ll go,” I gesture in the direction of the door and then lower my voice. “It’s just er… I’m kinda missing my clothes.”

He grins sheepishly at my current attire and then looks around the room. “Fellas, you happen to move anything from the couch when you took up residence?”

Roman nods towards the floor by his feet and I see my jeans in pile and pray my underwear is somewhere within. I’m about to move to collect them, when Seth catches hold of my wrist.

“Don’t leave. These two dumbasses can leave instead.”

“We just got here,” Dean whines.

“Honestly, it’s cool,” I say to Seth.

“It’s not cool, it ain’t my style,” he replies, his fingers slipping through mine. “I was kinda hoping we could hang out a bit more today.” He looks at me, eyes wide and hopeful.

“Here’s an idea,” Dean pipes up again. “How about Maddy goes and puts some more clothes on so that she’s not risking indecent exposure, Seth cooks us all breakfast and we,” he gestures to Roman. “We give Maddy the real deal on our guy here.”

Seth scowls, but I cock my head to the side. “I mean, I get to see more of you, food and get some shit on you… Sounds pretty perfect to me.”

“I like her,” Roman laughs as he stands to scoop up my jeans and hand them over to me. Seth already has a fair advantage height-wise on me but Roman is a few inches taller and accompanied with his breadth, it’s intimidating to say the least. But my mind quickly moves onto more important matters because as Roman moves, I spy a sliver of pink peeking from just under the couch cushion. I wonder for a split second if I can grab them without anyone realising, but I’m not exactly stealth and anyway, it’s too late for any other ideas; Roman turns back to the couch and pauses for a second.

“You wanna do the honours?” he asks as he looks back over his shoulder at my reddening face.

“Yeah,” I mutter as I brush past him, crouching to salvage as much of my modesty as possible and tug my underwear free. “I’ll er…” I gesture back in the direction of the bedroom and hastily retreat.

I lean against the closed door and shut my eyes, my face still burning. I am not easily embarrassed but I defy any girl stood in the guy she’s just fucked t-shirt and nothing else, meeting his friends, correction, co-workers and having to fish her underwear out from the couch where said guy she’s just fucked stripped her off and went down on her for the first time, not to feel absolutely mortified.

I hear a laugh echo down the hall and groan inwardly at the thought of going back out there for round two. I debate just pulling on my clothes and making an Irish exit but just as I pull away from the door, there’s a soft knock.

“Maddy?” Seth pushes the door open slowly. “I just wanted to apologise.”

I wave him away, fighting to keep up the appearance of being that cool girl who is always just getting into these hilariously humiliating situations.

“I should have moved your clothes back in here when I got up, but they turned up before I had the chance and…” He trails off. “Shit excuse really.”

“Seth, it’s fine. What happened can’t be changed. Just lesson learnt I guess. Keep all removal of clothing to the bedroom.” Underwear firmly back in its rightful place, I pull up my jeans. I’m just about to pull the tshirt off when I feel his arms circle me.

“Aw but where’s the fun in that?” he murmurs against my ear, his fingers scooping back my hair so his lips can press light kisses on my neck.

“Seth…”

“What?” He turns me in his arms, his eyes wide again, turning on the charm that got me into this situation in the first place. “They’ll be gone the minute their plates are cleared. Trust me. I think they’re only buddies with me because I feed them anyway. And then we’ll be alone…” He cocks an eyebrow.

“I…”

“I can make it up to you.”

I chew my lip. “Yeah? How?”

He grins and leans closer, his teeth nipping at my earlobe as he tells me exactly how.

---

Present Day

“Same again?” Seth stands, pointing at my almost empty glass. I hesitate for a second and then look up and nod. “Gin and tonic, right?”

“Right.”

Dean and Roman grunt in agreement at another beer each and a silence falls over us as Seth heads towards the bar. A silence that seems to carry on for a beat or two too long. I reach for my glass, fiddling with the straw for a second before slowly sipping the last dregs of my drink as I wrack my brain for other avenues of small talk to venture down. Anything to avoid the elephant in the room.

“I'm surprised this hasn't happened sooner," Dean breaks the silence.

"I guess," I shrug. It's true. But what's also true is that I remember the various hotel chains that were frequently used by their employer and actively avoid them as best I can.

"And then us three are meeting up for old times and guess who we bump into."

I look up sharply, my heart pounding. Dean at least has the good grace to look embarrassed.

"Shit. I didn't mean…"

"Well done," Roman rolls his eyes at his friend.

"Excuse me for trying to break the awkward silence." Dean shoots back. "Sorry," He says to me. "Genuinely didn't mean anything by it."

"I know, it's fine," I reassure but inside I'm anything but. I look over to the bar but Seth had clearly ordered the drinks and then disappeared out to take a call or head to the bathroom.

"I swear, it's never been talked about until now," Roman tells me.

"Although," Dean starts to say and then stops abruptly.

I see Roman shoot him a look of warning and despite my better judgement, I take the risk. "Although what?"

Dean glances over at the bar and comes to the same conclusion as me. Turning to me, he scrapes a hand over his face, but as he's about to open his mouth, Roman groans in despair. “Just ‘cause you’re all loved up, doesn’t make you an expert on whatever shit went down between Maddy and Seth.”

“No shit went down,” I clarify hastily. “We just…” The words hang in the air. I know what happened. I just stopped being available. “Nothing was said.”

“Exactly,” Dean says. “You both said nothing, did nothing and what happened? You both called it quits without ever saying a word about anything to each other.”

“It wasn’t that serious. It never was between us.”

Roman scoffs. “Uh-huh. Y’all together for two years and it wasn’t serious. You and him are as bad as each other.”

"It wasn't," I insist. "We hung out when we could, it was casual. What happened was because we were just that, casual, easy breezy."

"Bullshit," Dean mutters.

"It ran its course, that's all," I say firmly. "His schedule ramped up, my dad started to deteriorate… We both had other priorities. Anyway, why are you even bringing this up? It was almost 10 years ago, it’s water under the bridge.”

Roman raises an eyebrow. "Right. All under the bridge yeah?"

"It is."

He shakes his head with a laugh. "Fine. Believe what you want but if it is all water under the bridge, why did Seth want to throw fists on your behalf? Why did you look like a deer in headlights when this idiot put his foot in his mouth? And why did you and Seth give each other a look when you realised you both were single?"

"There was no look," I mutter.

"Whatever. All we're suggesting is that clearly you never talked so maybe you both should. Talk about what happened and the whys and the hows and all the shit in between. And then you either truly call it quits or…” he drifts off as Seth re-enters the room and heads to the bar to collect our drinks.

“Or what?” I murmur. Seth is still out of earshot. But only just.

“I think you know,” is the reply.

I’m sure I do. But even after all these years, I can’t see how there is a way back from the line that was crossed.

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It’s hard to determine what the catalyst was. That’s a lie - there was a clear catalyst but that was the ignition that lit the spark that had lingered for a while.

Shortly after Seth and I first met, he was called up to the main roster, along with Dean and Roman. With that came an intense travel schedule that only brought him back into town every few weeks, if that. We were casual - he’d call when he was heading back and we’d meet up for a beer, maybe dinner and inevitably end up back at his place or mine. And despite the fact that we both referred to it as casual, slowly but surely, the weeks apart started to fill up with texts and then calls. Without realising it we suddenly couldn’t go 24 hours without some sort of conversation.

Then one day, he invited me to come on the road - just for a short stretch between a taping and a handful of live shows before heading back to Florida. To this day, I have no idea if he’d run the idea past the other two, but they both graciously accepted me into the fold and seemed happy enough that there was an extra person to split the driving with and never complained when I showed up again for another stretch a month later. Or the month after that. Soon I was making regular guest appearances on the schedule.

We lived in close quarters - regardless of how big a car, it still felt small with three larger-than-average guys filling it out. Hotel rooms were shared to keep costs down and evenly split between who had to share and who got a hotel room to themselves each night. Dean and Roman would make a show of eye-rolling and joke about needing extra earplugs whenever they were stuck with me and Seth.

It was fun. And I enjoyed their company. There were plenty of times when I drove and chatted shit with Dean whilst the other two dozed in the back, or when Roman would be the one up front and we’d be remembering holidays as kids with our respective families in various parts of Florida. And then there were also times when I’d wake up in the backseat and find my feet propped up on someone’s lap or if we’d been done dirty by the car hire, slumped against a thick shoulder that only had a 1 in 3 chance of belonging to Seth.

The downside to all of this was getting attached. Too attached.

“I’ll miss you,” I murmur, not for the first time.

He glances up from packing and gives me a soft smile. “I know. I’ll miss you too.”

I pluck at the bedcovers. It’s late morning but I’m refusing to move. The bed is still warm from our earlier antics, the sheets still smell of him, all him. I flop back onto the pillows and watch him move about the bedroom, grabbing clothes from the clean pile, retrieving socks from the dresser.

“But you’re coming out next week,” he reminds me. “We’re looking forward to having someone else to share the driving with.”

“Oh I see how this works,” I grumble with a smile. “Is that all I’m worth to you three?”

He grins. “We’ll pay you back.”

“Oh really?” I cock an eyebrow.

“Well,” his grin turns to a smirk. “I will anyway.”

I giggle as he heads into the closet to dig out a baseball cap or three. There’s the familiar rustling and then something lands in my lap. I look down curiously. “What the...”

“Dean picked them up last week. What do you think?”

I eye up the mask, taking in the black and white teeth that growl up at me. “Where exactly did he pick them up?”

“I thought it was best not to ask...” he chuckles as he heads back to the suitcase with a bundle of shirts. “They’re kinda cool though.”

I pick up the mask for a closer look. “I guess. Kinda creepy though. You guys are intimidating enough with all black gear.”

“Intimidating, huh?” he raises an eyebrow.

I roll my eyes. “For those who only see you on-screen. I am fully aware what big softies you all really are.”

“I would pay good money to see you say that to Dean.”

“I’ll ruffle his hair at the same time for good measure,” I laugh, fumbling with the clasp at the back of the mask. Loosening it just enough, I slip it over my face and adjust it around my jaw and nose.

His eyes flicker up and he chuckles. “I’ve never seen someone look so adorable in a skull mask.” I scowl and his laughter increases. “You look like an angry puppy.”

I tug the mask from my head. “Fine, Mr Intimidating. Show me how it’s done.”

He takes the mask from me with a smirk. “My pleasure.”

I watch as he adjusts the clasp before pushing his hair back behind his ears. Slowly, he eases the mask into position and I’m almost un-nerved by the spark that flares in the pit of my stomach. He stares down at me, his expression completely altered by the fanged teeth. His eyes are unblinking, turning dark as he holds my gaze. He takes a step towards the bed, his biceps twitching as he flexes and I can’t help the shiver that runs down my spine or the way I automatically bite my lip, my thighs tensing under the sheets. His eyes flicker down and when he looks back up, I can almost see the knowing smirk that’s forming beneath the mask.

He’s at the edge of the bed, towering over me. His hair is still slightly damp from his shower and a few strands hang loose, framing his eyes and the fanged mask. He cocks his head to one side before he rests a knee on the bed, the mattress giving way under the added weight. My legs instinctively widen and he raises an eyebrow in response before he lowers himself further and starts to crawl up and over me. My hands reach for him, but he’s too quick and he captures them with ease. He pushes my arms above my head as he holds my gaze and the sheets slip as my body is stretched, my bare breasts rising to press against his chest.

His face nuzzles against my neck and my cheek, the material of the mask scratching my skin but doing little to hide the heaviness of his breath and the murmur of sweet nothings as his hips grind slowly and steadily against me. A moan escapes me and I feel him shift above me, one hand gripping both my wrists as the other moves elsewhere. There’s a soft snap and then his mouth, hot and firm, is on mine, his fingers brushing over my cheek, down my throat until his hand cups my breast, his thumb flicking over my nipple.

Somewhere, a phone rings. It takes both of us a few seconds to realise it’s the phone next to the bed. His phone to be exact. He growls against my mouth at the interruption but doesn’t move off me as he reaches for the phone.

“Yeah?”

I can hear the muffled voice of Dean asking if he’s left yet.

“Just gotta deal with something first,” he replies, raising an eyebrow at me. I giggle, biting my lip as his hips grind once again and I can feel the heat of his dick through his sweatpants and the sheets.

A knowing chuckle echoes down the line accompanied by a quip that I don’t quite catch. Whatever was said is ignored.

“I’ll be there in an hour.” He hangs up, the phone sliding to the floor as he leans down and re-captures my lips for a second before he trails down my neck, my breasts and finally settles between my thighs.

A week later I flew out to meet them for another trip on the road.

A week after that, everything was fucked.

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The next update will be long. 10k words long to be exact. Thoughts on whether that's too much? Happy to split it if that would make it easier..

[pianostarinwonderland]

haha coffins go brrr [a theory post]

So I thought about several concepts at once: the reincarnation theory, the coffin theory, and the concept of TWST boys being self-aware that they're in a game. And I thought, What if we mixed these together into one big theory?

First, let's define said concepts. The reincarnation theory is the theory that all the TWST boys are reincarnations of their respective Disney character (e.g. Riddle is reincarnated from the Queen of Hearts). The coffin theory recently gained popularity due to the manga. Basically, it's the theory that those who enroll in NRC actually died in their previous lives. It gained popularity because of how the manga panels depicting Yuuken's and Yuuka's encounter with the horse carriage looks like they were gonna get run over and killed. I call it coffin theory because it's more concise than saying "the students-were-initially-dead theory". Lastly, the concept of TWST boys being aware that they're in a game is more of a fanart/fanfic trope than a theory. It's self-explanatory. But specifically for this post, we are going to go with this idea: The boys are aware that they were just created on the spot and given a data of what their names are, their "backstory", etc.

I think you may know where this is going.

Crowley stated in the Twisted Wonderland light novel** that the coffins are a representation of the passing from your old world to your new world (referring to Night Raven College). It can be thought that the old world just represents your old life, where you were living in another country. However, many fans speculated that it could also mean that old world means the world you came from, the world you used to live in until you were killed, and thus you were transported to TWST.

Now, looking at the Great Seven, it is interesting to note that every single one of them, with the exception of the Queen of Hearts and Hades, have suffered a gruesome death.

Scar was attacked (and probably eaten) by the hyenas.

Ursula was stabbed by the hull of a sunken ship and struck by lightning.

Jafar was turned into a genie at the end of Aladdin, but in Return of Jafar, after attempting to kill Aladdin, his lamp was eventually destroyed, consequently ending his life. In the Hercules TV show, he was temporarily revived but eventually casted back to the Underworld.

Queen Grimhilde (Evil Queen) fell off a cliff.

Maleficent was stabbed by Prince Philip.

While the Queen of Hearts never died, it is important to note that she was just a figment of someone's dream. In a sense, she could have passed on the moment Alice woke up. But even then, she was not immortal—she would have passed away at some point.

Hades is interesting. As a god, he cannot die, and falling into the River Styx would not kill him. However, I like to suggest that perhaps gods are immortal because there is a people who believe in them and worship them. The moment that a religion is no longer believed in, the gods of said religion die away. Perhaps Hades could have died in that way. It's similar to the Queen of Hearts in a way.

How about everyone else who was inspired by a non-Great Seven character? All the cards that served as basis for the Heartslabyul boys were part of a dream. Hyenas and wolves are not immortal, so are eels and humans. Apples have their own death. Everyone else had to have gone through death in some way.

From here, we can say that everyone 'died'. And so what if they have all reincarnated into the next life, aka the TWST boys?

But here's the catch: they aren't born. Their "birth" was not through a mother's womb, but through the coffins of Night Raven College.

Now, why would they have memories of their childhoods, from joys to traumas?

This is where the trope of the boys being self-aware that they're in a game comes in... except they're not self-aware but somebody has written their "backstory" and "personality" instead of them forming it themselves like .. you know .. actual living people.

Now hey! Maybe it's a stretch! It definitely sounds like a stretch!

(a) Twisted Wonderland is such an odd name for a world. You have to wonder why people decided to just go along with that name instead of being more serious on what to call their world.

(b) Something about the maps of the campus, Sage Island, and the surrounding countries look like old storybook drawings. It could be me, but the coloring and the drawing look very whimsical and more reminiscent of a storybook.

(c) In the Twisted Wonderland opening, in the ending sequence where a series of images are quickly shown, there's a shot of a book in the library.

(d) Ink. When you use magic, ink builds up in your magic gem and then in your body. What do you use to write? Ink.

So in conclusion... honestly, I'm just making a crack theory here. But what if everyone did come to NRC because they died in their previous lives, except that they never lived in their new selves?

[quordleona03]

Okay, @youngpettyqueen and @thebreakfastgenie tagged me in a fanfic meme.

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway

Here are my 10 most recent fics, from AO3. 1. "BJ would be the first to admit - well, actually, Peggy would be the first to admit - that he was better at the big, flashy, romantic gestures than he was at the day-to-day stuff." - "Crabapple Cove" 2. ""How come you never talk about Tuttle?" BJ asked." -"Tuttle" (Explaining either of these two stories would spoil them. They're both pretty short.)

3. "There were images of a man tortured to death in every room." - "A Hawk Through The Mirror" (This is the second and longer story of MirrorMASH, in which Hawkeye from that Mirror universe where BJ has a beard is now in our universe.) 4. "Toby groaned out loud." (This is a M*A*S*H/West Wing crossover, and Toby is Toby Ziegler: he has just been asked when the Korean War started, and it turns out to be a more complicated question than Donna thought it was. The story in a nutshell: President Bartlett's White House is commemorating the 50-year anniversary of the start of the Korean War by inviting 10 veterans to talk about it and then have a memorial dinner, and they made the mistake of inviting Doctor B. F. Pierce to make a speech about the Korean War on live TV in front of the President of the United States. God I had fun writing this story.) -"Go, Tell Them In Sparta" 5. “You the doctor who operated on my men?” (Hawkeye is very sleepy, and a sergeant from Vermont is giving him an apple for reasons he finds difficult to understand when hardly awake.) -"Northern Spies"

6. "If anyone had been looking in the window, which no one was, it might have looked too formal to be a meeting of friends: two people on the couch at one side the room, three people on chairs at the other side." (This story is set in the 1990s in an alternative-universe created by someone else, the Keptverse. In the Keptverse, the whole of North America still has legal chattel slavery and the US government can compel you to own one or more slaves if you are over a certain income-level. Most of the stories are RPF, but mine aren't: I got the idea of taking characters from multiple mostly-American TV series and writing a giant sprawling novel-length fanfic series. This shows up as M*A*S*H because in this one stand-alone story, Francis Mulcahy is a parish priest, and part of a network of people who resist owning slaves. Mulcahy appears again only briefly in the last story of the series, but he gets to have his say in this one.) "The Network", part of The Games

7. "Mulcahy struggled awake out of a dream in which the sun was shining directly into his eyes." (MASH/Highlander crossover - A visitor to the 4077th wants to talk to the Jesuit priest and it turns out to be a Highlander immortal because of course the Jesuits know all about immortals.) "Walker Among the Dead" 8. "Outside the blankets, it was cold." (A story which takes off from "Hawk's Nightmare" - what if Hawkeye started having these memories of being back home/in high school take over his mind while he was awake? Who are all these people and especially, who's the good-looking guy called Francis who seems to like him so much?) "Dream That I Forget" 9. "It's winter in Korea, cold everywhere, cold in the tents, cold in the sleeping-bags, cold everywhere except under hot water in the showers, and Mulcahy never gets to the showers while the water is still hot." (In "The Interview", Francis says he would like to be warm and clean, and this story sort of leaps off from that, with Hawkcahy because, well. Mulcahy loves Hawkeye.) "Warm and Clean"

10. "Mulcahy had given up assigning himself penances for wishing he could go home when he realised that he could no longer remember how many times he had caught himself praying – not wishing, but praying – that someone in authority would write to him instructing him to resign from his chaplaincy, resign his unlikely commission, and go back to Philadelphia." (This story is set in the Pilot episode of M*A*S*H, and was originally meant to be the first of an ambitious sequence of stories set the first three seasons, about Mulcahy. I got distracted by other projects, but this one is about why Father Mulcahy doesn't like Hawkeye very much in the pilot episode, and he has reasons.) "Amuck"

Tagging: @topshelf2112-blog @folliesandconcerns @rescue-ram @mulcahymoment @transgayhawkeyepierce @variousqueerthings @cplredberet @old-wild-child @impishtubist @allcanonisrelative

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Pairing: Arthur Ketch/Dean Winchester

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 877

Summary: Arthur finds Dean has had a bad day and will do anything he can to make his partner feel loved and desired by him. ❤️

Dedicated to my wonderful @spnfanficpond Manta Ray , @heavenssexiestangel

Arthur Ketch and Dean Winchester were an unexpected couple when people met them. The Brit and the American tended to argue, even in public, but were quite affectionate with each other. When they spoke about the other, their eyes showed how much they adored one another.

When Arthur came home one evening to an empty kitchen, it was a surprise and worried him. Dean loved to cook and bake; he was quite the natural caretaker that seemed to enjoy it. Immediately, Arthur took off his shoes and suit jacket, putting them in their usual places before he went to search for his love throughout the penthouse.

Arthur found Dean on their bed, wrapped in his gray robe with at least two fingers of whiskey and binging Dr. Sexy.

“Dean,” Arthur called

Dean hummed, questioning.

Arthur walked over to Dean’s side of the bed and put his hand over Dean’s heart. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

Dean takes a swallow of the whiskey before replying. “Bad day.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No,” Dean replied in a monotone voice.

“Have you eaten?”

“No.”

Arthur took a deep breath trying not to show his annoyance when Dean is drinking on an empty stomach and is probably drunk.

“I’m going to order out. Do you have a preference?”

“Not hungry,” Dean stated, never taking his eyes off the television.

“How about pizza? I’ll order your favorite.”

Dean shrugged, noncommittally.

Arthur quirked a brow at his partner. He started contemplating all of Dean’s favorite foods and activities that they could do at home. He patted Dean’s chest, gently, walked away and out of the room as he ordered Dean’s favorite pizza and his own separate one to be delivered. He opened a delivery app ordering an apple pie from Dean’s favorite bakery and went into their playroom looking for the hat and boots Dean just loves him to wear as he quietly practiced his (awful attempt at) Doc Holiday accent that Dean seemed to enjoy. Arthur began to wonder if he was going overboard but last time he had an awful day at work, Dean just went all out and made the evening about him. He remembered how loved and desired he felt. He wanted to do the same for Dean.

After gathering the two pieces, he realized he needed to wear more clothes so they could eat and cuddle before any undressing would occur. He beelined for the laundry room and grabbed a pair of blue jeans and his black button down he wore when they went out to the club last weekend.

He waited downstairs in his black button down and jeans with matching socks. He was putting on the belt buckle on his belt when the doorbell rang. With a smile, he greeted the pizza delivery man and took the pizzas and signed the receipt. “Thank you,” Arthur greeted and closed the door. He was getting his boots on when his doorbell rang again. He was greeted with the smell of pie. “That was quick,” he said to the delivery woman.

“You had great timing. They just came out of the oven.”

“Oh, thank you so much!”

“Of course, Sugar. G’night.”

Arthur made sure to tip her extra for getting a hot apple pie. He was so excited that he put the hat on and stacked everything up along with forks, napkins, and a few cold water bottles before headed back to their bedroom.

“Is ther’ a Dean Winchester her’?” Arthur greeted Dean, resting his hip against the doorframe. Instantly, Dean’s attention was on him, looking him over and the food.

“Is that pie?” Dean smiled, trying to not laugh at his boyfriend.

“Apple, righ’ outta the oven from your favorite bakery.”

Dean gasped and paused the show. He scooted up, back to the headboard. Arthur was so proud of himself. Dean looked so excited to him.

“I also have dinnuh.”

Dean laughed. “Ketch, babe, stop with the accent.”

Arthur rolled his eyes and huffed, “Fine.” He walked to his side of the bed and set down the pizzas and boxed pie in the center on top of the comforter before climbing up on the bed, making sure to sit on his hip with his knees bent to show the boots off.

Dean practically purred at Arthur’s display. “You’re really pulling out all the stops tonight.”

Arthur shrugged noncommittally. “I love you.”

Dean’s face softened. “I love you too.” He leaned over, placing his hand on his cheek and kissed Arthur with fervor. Arthur hummed his approval and pulled away. “Food, Dean. Then play.”

Dean playfully pouted before reaching for the pie and a fork.

Arthur laughed. “How predictable.”

“It’s pie, man.” Dean inhaled, loudly. “Oh, Apple, how I love thee.”

Arthur laughed again. “Dean, eat it, not attempt poor poetry.”

“Hey, I’ve read Shakespeare.”

“I remember reading it to you,” Arthur said, fondly.

Dean stuck his tongue out at the man who has his heart with a small smile. He opens the pie and digs in from the center.

Arthur smiled and placed his pizza box on his lap, leaning back against the headboard. He glanced at the tv. “Which episode?”

“Um, where he cheats on Piccolo.”

“Limey bastard.” Arthur took a piece and bit into it.

“Right?”