#can‘t believe what i just read in a post

[starvedevil]

whoever is encouraging kink at public pride over child safety please lmk so i can block you

[cottonlemonade]

A Rainy Day

word count: 690 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: post-time skip husband!Kita x chubby!Reader

genre: tooth-rotting fluff

warnings: spoilers

request: watching Hocus Pocus with caramel popcorn, dressed as a princess with Kita || fluffy, staying inside on a rainy day with husband Kita

It had been raining all day. You sat by the large window in the living room, the book you brought with you to the armchair lying long forgotten on your lap while you watched the front yard fill with puddles. Your husband was busy in the kitchen, asking you to please relax while he took care of dinner. From the smell of it, you guessed your favorite stew was bubbling on the stove and cinnamon rolls turned golden brown in the oven. When a truck slowly drove by on the now muddy dirt road you woke from your trance and sighed. You had looked forward to today all week. The rice was ready to be harvested, making your husband leave before dawn and return after dark, exhausted and in desperate need of a long hot shower. He’d climb into bed behind you to be the big spoon, his calloused hands gently mapping out every curve and squishy pouch of his wife’s body for comfort before falling asleep only a few minutes after his head hit the pillow.

During this time it had taken a bit of rational persuasion and a whole lot of puppy dog eyes to make him take a day off to rest and maybe go out for a picnic to enjoy the last warmth of the fall sun before parkas and turtlenecks would be retrieved from the back of your wardrobe.

But of course, the rain didn’t care about your plans. You allowed yourself a short pout before getting up and walking over to the closed kitchen door. If you were already stuck inside, you at least wanted to kiss and cuddle your husband as much as possible before the following morning called him away again.

“Honey, can I come in?”

You heard shuffling on the other side and the door opened to reveal Kita with a little flour on his cheek.

“What would ya do if I said no?”

“I’d be really sad and also would start questioning if you’re having an affair with the toaster.”

He grinned and stepped aside.

“Then by all means come on in.”

“Oh, this looks delicious!”, you gasped, taking in the heavily laden tray of steaming goodness that sat on the table. The back door was open and a light spray of rain glistened on the tiles.

“Want me to get the plates?”

“I already set everything up for dinner.”, he said as he grabbed an empty bowl to fill it with rice fresh from the cooker.

Two portions of this were then carefully added to the tray and he grabbed both handles, lifting it with ease. You temporarily zoned out again seeing the taut muscles in his forearms as he did so.

“Wouldya mind takin’ the umbrella, love?”

Your husband nodded toward the open backdoor where, sure enough, your large black umbrella leaned, still dripping slightly.

You did as he asked and following his example you slipped into some garden sandals on the patio and made sure to keep him and the food dry as he led you over to the greenhouse.

The big pots with various herbs and small citrus trees that were usually kept in the back, stood outside the door, leaving lots of free space that was now taken up by a picnic blanket and camping lanterns. A small bouquet of flowers, undoubtedly picked from your garden, was arranged in a glass vase with a few raindrops still clinging to the blossoms. Next to them sat the little speaker from your kitchen that quietly played from your favorite playlist.

You still stood in the door, clutching the umbrella while your husband now used a ladle to divide the stew.

“Ain‘t ya hungry?“, he asked, sitting back on his heels.

Stumbling over the threshold you left the umbrella next to a shelf of cabbage seedlings and finally joined him. The rain had let up a little and only politely tapped onto the glass roof now. Kita handed you a cup of tea.

“I can‘t believe you did all this.“, you managed to say.

Your husband just shrugged and raised his cup to yours. “For you, petal, anything.“

art: @cookiechochop on Twitter

a/n: request for @ennoshitas-princess

Thank you so so much for this soft request! I hope you enjoyed it 🌟

[stupidasfuck]

Godlike Platonic!Grid x Reader

Summary: The reader defends the drivers in front of the reporters and calls them out on their behaviour towards the drivers.

A/N: english is not my first language and to be honest I don‘t know how I feel about this one but I hope you still enjoy it. Have fun reading <3

It‘s a Sunday and Lando, Max, Daniel and I find ourself in a post race interview. Everything would be fine if the reporters wouldn‘t harass Lando with questions about a mistake that caused him to DNF with only two rounds left in the race.

He, as always, beats himself up about his mistake and the reporters only make it worse. My mood at the beginning of the press conference was pretty good, I finished P2.

But hearing the reporters ask more or less the same stupid questions over and over again and seeing that Landos mood is getting worse and worse, my mood is getting worse too and I have no issue with showing it, an eye roll here a head shake there.

I am known for my attitude and to make my PR managers life a living hell. I always say what I think without thinking of the consequences. Which is mostly the truth. That wouldn‘t be a problem if humans wouldn‘t be so damn sensitive. At least that is what I always tell myself.

And this exact behaviour got me in this situation.

“Y/N, you seem pretty annoyed in the last few minutes. What is going on?“ One of the reporters asks curiously.

“Whats going on?“ I ask rhetorically. “Let me tell you what is going on.“ I can already hear my PR manager yell at me. “You guys are harassing Lando with the same stupid questions for the better part of the last ten minutes. That is what the fuck is going on my nerves. What is also getting on my nerves is that you all are acting like you know everything better and can do everything better than we do, which is bullshit because if you would, you would be sitting in these cars and not us. You are also acting like the mistakes we make are the god damn end of the world, they aren‘t. If you want races without any mistakes then you would have to replace every human in Formula 1 with robots. Because that is what we are humans.“ I say sternly. “A lot of people like to forget that. I know when we drive these cars at 250 Kilometers per hour we seem Godlike and with Godlike I mean flawless, perfect and infallible-“

“And with ‘we‘ she means her.“ Daniel interrupts me to try to light up the mood. I can‘t help but smirk lightly at that before I continue.

“- but we are not. Like I said we are. just. humans. We make mistakes, we are‘t infallible or perfect. And that is good because like my mother always said perfect is boring. And that is true, lets be honest if every race would go perfectly, without any mistakes nobody would watch it due to the fact that it would be boring. You guys need to except that and need to realise that it‘s okay when we make mistakes and to stop rub it in our god damn faces and to stop beating us up because of that, for being human. Believe me we do that enough without your stupid questions and assumptions. Well at least I do. So yeah I am annoyed because you idiots think you are allowed to talk down on us just because you think you know it better.“

I look back at the reporters to see most of them looking like a dear caught in headlight’s.

“Ah thank you. I am sure a lot of us will take note of that and be more respectful in the future.“ The reporter from earlier sais. “You better fucking do.“ I scoff.

There are a few more questions wich are more respectful this time. Most of the reporters seem pretty uncomfortable and happy when the time is up and they can leave.

The four of us were walking towards our garages when Lando speaks up “Thank you by the way.“ He sais smiling at me. “Oh don‘t be so arrogant Lan. Who said I did that for you? That was purely for my well being.“ I say smirking. The others just laugh. “No but lets be real they need to stop with this shit otherwise I am not gonna be that nice next time.“ Daniel rises his eyebrows at me. “Hey you know it could have been way worse.“ I ad when I see Daniels look.

“True.“ Max agrees.

“Yeah but still tank you. But I was wondering, do you writhe your speeches yourself or do you have someone that does that for you?“

“Oh yeah very funny Lando haha. You are just jealous.“ I say in fake annoyance and cross my armes over my chest.

“Oh come on you know I am messing with you.“ He wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me into his side.

“Yeah what ever you idiot. I need a shower and real alcohol. I expect to see every one of you at the club later.“ I say and point a finger at each of them with a stern look.

“Of course we are gonna be there how could we say no to an invitation like that.“ Danny jokes.

“I mean it. If I don‘t see you, I will drag your asses to the club myself.“ I call after them walking towards my driver room.

Thats it i hope you like it <3

[batwingsrosa]

Snape is womancoded, yes.

But he is also mothercoded and wifecoded.

(So i have read a few posts about him being womancoded and decided to talk about this myself.)

Let me explain:

Obviously one can point out the way he dresses(,long black robes or a nightgown,)and how catty he is and how his patronus is a doe and not a male deer and so on and so on.

Or how long his hair is.

His appaerance alone is pretty womancoded.

And also some of his experiences.

Like his worst memory.

And i‘m not talking about Lily here.

I am talking about what James Potter did to him.

I‘m talking about sexual harrassment.

And how everyone just let‘s it happen. Noone ever talks about it. Because James was such a good guy.

A rich young boy with a bright future ahaid of him.

A promising young man.

i‘m also talking about the werewolf incident.

How he is almost murdered.

And how he is silenced by a man in power.

He is also wifecoded.

He pretty much sells his soul to that man in power, begging on hands and knees for his help, to save his best friend.

And having to serve him for the rest of his life in return.

„Anything“

He tells Dumbledore.

And Dumbledore takes everything.

He has given up his freedom and never regains it.

He always works in the shadows. Never being seen but always their to protect Harry.

Always caring for the child in his own way but never being recognized for it.

Just fulfilling his duty to Dumbledore.

He is never appreciated nor thanked for his work.

Bur he does it anyway.

Until he dies.

He is never believed.

He is instead always silenced.

And not allowed to have his own opinion.

If you look at Snape as the wife/mother and Dumbledore and Harry as the husband and child.

It makes a lot of sense.

Dumbledores opinion is what matters. What he says goes. Snape and Harry have to do as he tells them to.

Snape should do his work without complaining.

He is supposed to raise the child while all the credit goes to Dumbledore.

So yes.

Snape is not only womancoded. He is wife-and mothercoded too.

I said what i said.

An important addition i did not think i had to state.

Because, you know.

I thought that was pretty obvious, but apparently to some is not.

The picture i painted above is that which the patriachy tried to define a woman, a wife and a mother.

I can‘t believe i actually have to spell this out:

This is not how i view women.

This is how the patriachy views women and their role in our society.

And that is what i was referencing.

If you can‘t see that, than i really can‘t help you.

Nowadays you apparently have to state the obvious multiple times in order for people not to twist your words to suit their agendas.

Like dude. Really?

I‘m a woman. Do you think that‘s how i view myself?

God.

[yubellia]

Please stop protecting Stolas

Wish me luck everybody. This might be a bit risky. Remember how I talked about full moon in my last post? Since than, I saw so many people protecting Stolas. Coming up with all kinds of excuses for him and his behavior…. It’s just sick. So I thought I talk about it again.

Prepare yourself because I also am writing something for Octavia.

Also, there are many things I don‘t write about in detail. Others did a way better job, showing it with pictures. I just want to talk about some stuff.

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So. Before we begin I would like to say AGAIN, that Blitz made mistakes too. Yes he broke into the palace, yes he played with Stolas‘s feelings to get the book. And yes that’s messed up. I know. But I still believe he was in the right to call Stolas out for all his nonsense.

For starters, Stolas was the one who started the deal. After blitz realized that he could use that, he followed. On multiple occasions we can see how Stolas pushes the interactions in one direction. The bedroom. This will be interesting when I talk about Octavia too. It was Stolas who said stuff like „you are so cute when you are serious.“ like really? He didn’t take blitz serious. Not one bit. Everytime blitz seemed annoyed or voiced his opinion, Stolas dismissed it as a game. Only after the events at Ozzie’s, when blitz drove him home and told him „I can‘t do it. I don‘t want to.“ did he realize that this might not be a game. Blitz called him out. That this was a deal, that blitz was his plaything (Stolas even called him his ‚impish plaything in the past I think? Like wtf? Not to mention ‚itty bitty Blitzy‘ I would be embarrassed too.) and all that. After THAT did Stolas really start to think and realize that blitz really isn’t happy.

And Blitz was right to call him out too. Remember how Ozzie stood up to Mammon to protect Fizz? Blitz was there. He saw all that! He knows that it could be different and he was holding back tears before he drove away. He has feelings for Stolas. Everyone and their grandma knows that.

But what did Stolas do? When he was called out and people saw him with an imp? He hides in shame. I know Blitz was using him to get into the club. Before you point that out. I know. But imagine you are with someone, they get called out for it and instead of backing you up, or saying SOMETHING to help, they hide. Try to not be seen with you. Blitz was right to call him out. We know that he has feelings for Stolas. Now imagine how painful that one was.

Stolas can claim to love him all he wants. It doesn’t mean anything if he can‘t act like it. How is blitz supposed to know what Stolas feels? Do you forget that he didn’t hear those depressing songs we get? I already talked about their interaction in full moon. If you wanna know, please read that one.

Now, let’s talk about some of the ‚excuses‘ I’ve seen for Stolas.

„He didn’t have his pills.“ yes, I too wrote about that. I said something like ‚it’s not a good start for something important like this.‘. But I forgot something. First, Stolas is a GROWN MAN! I know! I know! He acts like a teenage girl with a crush sometimes. It’s easy to forget that. But it’s true. And as an adult, he should be able to take care of himself. And keep an eye on his pills

Second, if you take pills and you take them on a schedule. And not missing out. It will actually take at least a day or two (or more depending on what it is you take), until your body realizes what’s going on and falls back into the old ways. You don‘t get withdrawal symptoms that fast. Maybe with painkillers but not with this. He could have panicked without his pills but he should have been fine. So this one is not an excuse really.

Second, people actually blame Blitz, the Victim in my opinion, by saying „he stole the book he could just go and find a new job.“

The first part, ok. I already said that he started this in a way. But the rest? I am sorry but…. Did you watch the show?

Striker outright confirmed that it’s pretty impressive for an imp to start a business in the first place! Imps are at the bottom! We don‘t really see how hard it really is to find a job for them but it seems like they don‘t really have the ways to work themselves up. Unless you are like Fizzarolli. Talented and lucky to have Ozzie. But those are exceptions.

Second, „find a new job“. Guys…. Blitz is not an employee, blitz is the BOSS! It is his business. He can‘t just quit. He has a responsibility! For his employees who need jobs! Bills to pay ! Not to mention it would be nice if he and his daughter would not end up penniless on the streets and starving!

Seriously, people are so desperate to defend Stolas, the one with ALL THE POWER in this relationship, that they don‘t think before they write! I know it’s easy to feel bad for Stolas! I too have seen images of little baby Stolas that plays with blitz and can‘t realize what’s going on. Well congrats! You fell for it too! This is called victim blaming. Blitz had no choice. Not if he wants to do business that is. But because he is loud and aggressive and a jerk sometimes, we feel bad for poor, poor Stolas. A few depressing songs and boom!

I know that I said both messed up. And it’s true. But Stolas messed up more. At least focusing on this relationship. Like I said, I also write something about Octavia and Stolas too. That topic hits pretty close to home for me. So if you wanna know more reasons why Stolas messed up, wait and see.

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Sorry. Lost my composure for a moment. It’s just so annoying. I know that some people look at fizz and Ozzie and hope that someday we get something close to that with these two guys. But really? They are very different from Ozzie and fizzy. That won‘t happen. Not too soon at least. And not without Stolas really working on himself. (BOTH working on themselves. Blitz needs to learn to trust and open up for real. To not think too low of himself and let others in.) Stolas saying that he understands that he did something wrong doesn’t mean anything if he doesn’t work on it.

(I already wrote about how he messed up his love confession. I am not blaming Blitz for not taking him serious in that. And remember, blitz had the crystal. He didn’t have to run after Stolas but he did. Give him credit where it’s due. Ok?)

Like Rosie said: „words are cheap. Actions, they speak the truth.“

So? What did his actions tell us so far? With blitz and Octavia? Doesn’t look too good now huh?

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So…… I hope i didn’t upset too many people. Stolas fans, I am sorry. Something makes me want to like this fluffy bird too but…. I can‘t help it. He was in the wrong.

This was more jumbled then i wanted it to be but i hope you understand.

Remember, English isn’t my first language and if you wanna see more, wait for it.

Goodbye.

[threehuskiesinatrenchcoat]

Well well well, we‘re back at it again.

You‘ve seen a big part of this before bc I can’t keep this shit from you, it’s a bit embarrassing ngl lmao. I finished it now tho!

The rest of it is on ao3 bc I refuse to post smut on here. Do others do it? Yea. Have I read it? Yea. I won‘t tho. I wanna be able to show my blog to friends, sorry. Can‘t have horny mfs on there for that /hj

This drabble is inspired by the John Wick movie-verse. people r legit sleeping that one

For easy access imma give y’all the link for the series real quick (and yes, I made it into a series, so any and all comments on later chapters r lost but it’s easier to navigate now, hopefully):

https://archiveofourown.org/series/3828004

Enjoy!

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Vargas was looking at him, all half-lidded eyes and contemplative smirk and it was driving him insane. They’d been at the bar for about an hour now, low lights dancing through the room, bathing it in a dizzying mix of pinks and blues, drinks flowing freely for everyone around them. Phillip knew this wasn’t the moment to get drunk, though. The mission to infiltrate the club and keep an eye on their mark had priority, no matter how much attention his mission partner was showering him with.

“If you’re not careful, someone’s gonna see the way you look at me”, he mumbled into his drink, surveying the dancefloor. Their mark wasn’t as far away as just a minute ago, making her way towards the bar they were sitting at. It was an opportunity, but he needed the Mexican to keep a cool head if he wanted it to work.

“What if I want them to see? The type of rumours it could spark…” The other’s taunting grin irritated him and he shot him a frosty glare.

“It won’t be as fun when the families get involved, believe me.” He ignored Vargas’ dismissive scoff and noted the mark’s position just two seats over. Honestly, there were better ways to spend a Saturday night, but the woman had dirt on high-ranking members of both their families. Discretion was needed and goodwill had to be shown, hence the involvement from both families – no one could secure the information to use it against the other later. Of course, it was Phillip’s luck to get paired with Vargas. Their continued shared work in the past, if reluctant, had proven successful and success was all their families needed right now. Personal vendettas were of no importance in this, never mind any other kind of previous mingling.

With a last warning look towards the other, who rolled his eyes and ordered another drink, he turned around, acting surprised at seeing the young woman close to them. He smiled charmingly when he caught her eye and feigned interest. “What’s a fine-looking lady like you doing here. We haven’t met before, have we?”

She seemed a bit suspicious of him, but smiled nonetheless, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear, revealing a glittering earring. “I don’t think we have, no.”

“That sounds about right. I’d remember a woman as stunning as you. I’m Jason by the way, it’s nice to meet you,” he drawled, putting on his Southern charm and holding out his hand. He didn’t like leaning into it, but many people outside the South liked it enough for him to use it again and again.

She gingerly took his offered hand, shook it once and they got talking. Marienne was French and had studied computer science, she owned a small poodle and had a sister. Phillip nodded and smiled along despite knowing all of it already. There was nothing new she could tell him except where she had hidden the information she had hacked their databases for. He would find out, one way or another, the pressure of his gun against his back where he had tucked in into his waistband a welcome reassurance.

Marienne smiled at him again as she leaned forward, asking him to come home with her for the night. It went just as he had hoped it would, but before he could agree, a hand landed on his hip, making him lose his train of thought as Alejandro stood right beside them, eyeing the woman. Graves’ heartbeat synced with the song‘s bass reverberating through the club, heat spreading from where their bodies touched. He must’ve been listening in to their conversation and gotten up when he heard her request. Something dark glimmered in his eyes and Phillip had a bad feeling about it.

The Mexican looked her up and down and then spoke, voice rough and dangerous. “I didn’t think you would want to get back at me that badly. Is she supposed to make me jealous? You can do better.” It was clear he was talking to Phillip despite looking at their target. Graves was speechless; partially out of surprise, partially out of anger. Couldn’t Vargas take the mission serious for even a moment? This was a huge opportunity he was ruining, as the woman looked from him to Phillip and back again, a sliver of apprehension and fear in her eyes.

She was starting to stand up. He had to save this somehow. Standing as well, he forcefully, if discreetly, removed the other’s hand from his hip and pushed him away as inconspicuously as possible. “He’s joking, I’m not with him.” He smiled reassuringly at her and winked. “Why don’t we get outta here, it’s getting late.” She nodded, but was hesitant about it. Graves slipped a tracker into her handbag while she was distracted by Alejandro still only a few feet away from them. It turned out to have been the right decision, as the other grabbed Phillip’s hand still keeping him in place and brought it up to his mouth to kiss the inside of his wrist.

“Oh please, you can drop the act. My attention is all yours.” He practically growled the last words, sending a shiver down Graves’s spine. This was not the plan. Their target took that moment to give a hasty goodbye and vanish into the crowd. Angry, the American turned towards his assigned partner and glared at him. The bar was more populated now, so he ripped his hand out of the other’s and seized his arm, steering Vargas outside and into a nearby alley.

“What the fuck was that? We almost had her!” Alejandro just grinned and Phillip’s blood started to boil. He pushed the other up against the dirty wall of the alley, the suit’s lapels clutched in his fists and his own nose just a few centimetres away from the Mexican’s. With bared teeth, he had to hold himself back from pulling a knife and getting rid of the nuisance in his grasp. “Why can’t you behave like the professional you’re supposed to be for one evening.”

WELL WELL WELL dw dw ily and i would be offended if you _didn't_ give me spoilers to chew on sjhgfdjsfhgsdf >:)

with that i can finally post this thing i drew for it!!! yay

yall, go read the whole thing NOW as usual im losing my mind and screaming and crying and everything in-between im gonna bite my laptop in half and it's gonna be YOUR fault sir

[lemmilemura]

This is gonna be a kinda long rambly type post about TIT and Dan and Phil in general.

I can‘t sleep. Maybe it‘s my worsening sleep schedule these past few days (I blame Goro Majima), maybe it‘s the excitement of tomorrow. The fact that in less than 19 hours I‘ll be seeing Dan and Phil live. I‘ve never seen any content creator live and in person before, closest I got was getting a picture with Tom Felton a couple ears ago, 2018 I think. Sure I don‘t have any VIP or meet n greet tickets for tomorrow, but it‘s still going to be such a surreal evening.

I first started watching them during their gaming channel hiatus, maybe 2020 or 2021, I think my first video was their dog calendar which I found years after it was posted. I remember being so disappointed that I found them too late to get one myself. Now I‘m sitting here on my bed, my Dan and Phil and Cats calendar hanging above me.

So many times have I been too late to go to a show, a tour, a meet n greet. But now, finally, I‘m on time. I‘m so happy that I‘m going to the tour, and the first show nonetheless! I‘m hoping to maybe get one of the merch jackets they‘re selling, but I don‘t know if my mom will get it for me.

I‘m wondering how it‘ll go tomorrow, bringing my mom along. We‘re not native english speakers, and she struggles with it more than me, especially when the person speaking has a british accent, so that‘ll be interesting xD She also has no idea who Dan and Phil are, except the fact they‘re the guys on my calendar. She did once see me watching them in the livingroom, asked if they were the guys on my calendar, then said „They‘re together right?“ and I couldn‘t help but laugh. I told her no, they‘re not. They are both gay but not dating. I doubt she believed me.

They showed some fishnet tights in the new ‚trailer‘, which makes me think we‘ll be seeing Sister Daniel again. Makes me wonder how my mom will feel when she sees my reaction to Sister Daniel. I‘ve always loved her, I practically died when I saw the thumbnail of the Halloween baking video.

I don‘t know what I‘ll wear yet, but I do know I‘ll wear my two bracelets. They‘re those bracelets you‘re probably supposed to share with someone, being all one type of stone with one switched. I bought them at my favorite place in the world just about a month or so ago. It wasn‘t until like 15-20 minutes later, when I put them on, that I realized one was black/gray and one was orange. WAD colors. I didn‘t even get them for that reason, but I knew I was gonna wear them when I went to see them.

I practically begged my mom to get tickets. They were going live during my lunch period at school, and I remember texting my mom asking how it was going. She called me and bought them. I was so happy for the rest of the weekend. The fact that the first show was somewhere we could go, only about a 3 hour drive away, was almost magic to me. Like I was meant to go see that show. Like it was destiny. Crazy, I know.

A couple weeks ago, my mom got an advertisement e-mail by the venue. February 2025 they‘re hosting The Phantom of the Opera performances. They were expensive, but she got tickets anyway. I almost cried on the spot when she told me. POTO is one of my favorite musicals, and it is the musical I want to see the most. Sure, I love Beetlejuice and Heathers, but Phantom is Phantom! For most it‘s a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

I kinda trailed off at the end there, apologies. I‘d be shocked if anyone even read this far. If you did, thanks. If you didn‘t, that‘s okay too. I just wanted to rant for a little :)

I hope everyone has fun at TIT, and to everyone going to the Antwerp show, know I‘ll be there in the crowd somewhere :D

[forumsdackel]

!!Newbie alert!!

Hello there #benthan fans! Just wanting to get myself introduced— so y‘all have a new face here!

I‘m forumsdackel (or caprisc, just as you please) and I think I have the perfect timing for getting here! Right after benthanweek 2023. Currently working my way through 19-23, and gosh, what you guys produced is AMAZING!

Still can‘t believe I just got trapped here after not being in much fandom activity for years and - gosh beware - fanfics at all. But after watching Dead Reckoning and (re)watching all M:I movies so far (haven‘t seen M:I1-3 until a few days ago, got into this series with GP in 2014 when we were on a class trip to italy and that‘s what was shown on our small bus screens lmao I just loved it) I was sucked into this fandom and especially this part. Thanks Ao3, thanks Benthan-Week (it‘s so pure I can‘t)

Soo uhh yeah. I love what you guys do here,,, and I do want to contribute as well! I have a lot of ideas and notes and sentences I want to make into (some longer and shorter) fanfics. Bear with me, I haven’t written a long text in English since school times— and especially not prosa. Also.. yeah my first time I’m so darn interested in a fandom… so these will be my first fanfics.

But I have ideas! And I’ll post them! And once I get an Ao3 acc, it’ll be so much easier

(and if you‘re wondering who ‚soonwithanaccount‘ on Ao3 is, here you go. It‘s me. Soon I‘ll have an acc!)

But well, now that you‘ve read so far, thank you. Any good tags and blogs I should follow? Maybe even some discord servers or spotify playlists? I‘m still pretty new to that part of the fandom (and the fandom in general) and I appreciate any recommendations!

Soo,, uuh,, yeah! You guys are amazing! See you soon(er or later)!!

Also P.S. - just for you, who‘s still reading this gibberish

Some ideas include.. Benji having a thing for Ethan‘s hands (I mean come on, it‘s Ethan. He‘s been through a lot and it shows), maybe even Benji and Ethan watching the Top Gun movies (but Tom Cruise looks a lot like Ethan, who would‘ve guessed! and Benji does see some similarities, but Ethan doesn‘t), aand hopefully something about Ethan getting kidnapped by the Syndicate— and coming back 2 years later as a broken man. I mean.. oh shit, he‘s still alive after 2 years of no communication (and Benji‘s just sad)! Alive, well, kind of at least, because he‘s not the Ethan he used to be! Also... Benji and Ethan in a small northern German town going grocery shopping. Fite me.

[evvlevie]

What are you supposed to do if you want to manifest your desired face but always look in the mirror, I def believe in manifestation bc of this video by seraphim but it is so difficult to feel beautiful when I’m doing my makeup, hair, skincare etc..,

Hi Honey ❤️

i have not tried manifesting any specific changes in my appearance so far, which is why I might not be the ideal blogger to ask this ❤️

I have read tons and tons of blog-posts about manifestation including desired-face manifestation and usually the creators who have manifestation physical changes always advice their followers to just „pretend“ in the mirror and talk to yourself in the mirror as if you had the features you were trying to manifest. They always say not to hide from mirrors out of fear of being met with the 3D reality, because that just perpetuates the mindset of „I don‘t look like the way I want to, so I am afraid of seeing reality“.

I am sorry that I can‘t help you any further than that, but I wish you best of luck finding the perfect blogger for this matter ❤️❤️❤️

[outrunningthedark]

Hmm but i remember how you made a such HUUUUUUUGEEEEE MEGAAAAAAAA DEAAAAAAAAL out of not reading too much into Oliver Stark‘s interviews. And now we should do the exact sane thing. Jesus what has happened to this blog? Just keep the lies spinning. And please just post a still from the upcoming episode. You have been sent the leaks as well. I know that from someone, so you can‘t tell me otherwise.

I have no stills, sorry. But I do find the obsession with me supposedly being fed info highly assuming. You're complaining because you aren't...important enough to share secrets with? Thank you for thinking I am 😝 (I thought I was just some irrelevant blog pushing a theory for attention? Pick a lane, please.) As for Oliver's interview, you're right, I DO say not to read into them. And by read into them, I mean "don't assume he's trying to be coy about Buddie." If he tells YOU not to read into an answer he gives the way he did when explaining Eddie's reaction to finding Buck literally hanging by a wire, you should listen to him. If he tells you Buck's jealousy in 7x04 isn't about Eddie, you should believe him. "Don't read into it" simply means "take him at his word". You get it now? ;)

[charlie-rulerofhell]

Viserys‘s letter

"Though time and circumstance have seen us estranged, know that it is not my desire to see you fail in your cause. It is instead my hope that this aid will deliver the victory that has thus far evaded us."

So I have talked about this in tags before, but I wanted to put it here as an individual post, too, because I didn‘t see many people talk about this, some even being confused by Daemon‘s harsh reaction to receiving the letter. And I know we all love to joke about Daemon‘s primary motivation being spite (and it is definitely true to some extent) — but with Viserys‘s letter the situation is a little different.

Because this letter really was a solid slap in the face.

(book-spoiler free, haven‘t read the book myself yet)

I‘m sure Viserys only has good intentions (he says so himself and we got to believe him there, that he just wants the best for Daemon and prays for him to return safely). But for Daemon this letter must feel like the biggest provocation imaginable. For three whole years, Daemon has fought in the Stepstones, risking his life every single day just to prove himself to the world and to his brother. For three whole years, Viserys didn‘t care to write (that we know of), didn‘t send any help prior to this, probably didn‘t invite Daemon for his wedding or his son‘s birthday, first and second nameday, didn‘t send a fucking christmas present. Daemon‘s major drive to fight in the first place was that he felt neglected and forgotten, especially by his brother, and despite all his efforts, Viserys just ignores him further. (Yes, Viserys had his own battles to fight at court, facing manipulation from all sides there, but that is none of Daemon‘s business, so quite frankly: why should he care?). And then when Viserys finally writes, it‘s a declaration of aid. Not even an offering — he doesn‘t ask Daemon (or Corlys) if they NEED help, no, he has decided to provide it himself, because he sees all of Daemon‘s efforts of three years as a 'fail in his cause', and that helping him would be the only way for them to achieve victory. It‘s hard to imagine how devastating that must feel for Daemon, after having spent so much time, being exhausted and wounded and fucking terrified, all to get just the tiniest bit of appreciation from his brother. And then he gets this. The first notice after three years. A reminder of his failure.

And then there is Daemon‘s reputation on the line. Yes, we know Daemon doesn‘t mind his reputation involving one or two scanals, but Viserys‘s offer would make him lose way more than just his good name. As impressive as it is that Daemon (and Corlys) could motivate their men for so long in the first place (they too risked a lot following two people without the king‘s leave into battle, knowing that they probably can‘t expect any form of support from the crown, and yet they stayed and fought, seeing so many or their people die in a seemingly hopeless war), but now they have grown weary. So by the start of the episode we see their resentmemt, as they challenge Daemon‘s qualities as a leader. After these years of having no end in sight, word spreads more and more that to follow Daemon might not be the best choice. Accepting Viserys‘s offer to help him, would only prove that he is just what his men accuse him to be. An incompetent leader that can only win with the help of his brother, the king. A weak warrior that overestimates his own strength and wit, and thus failed tremendously. And above that, what would the people in the kingdom say? How would they perceive him afterwards? The king‘s disappointment of a brother. His claim as heir of anything shredded forever. The embarrassment of the family.

Viserys wanted Daemon to not risk his life any further, but by sending this letter he actually forced him to do just the opposite. Because the consequences for giving in to his brother would be a way bigger loss for Daemon than dying honourably in a one-man suicide mission on the battlefield.

[kitakitsunecountrysketching]

It has been (almost) three years and I can‘t get over a dumb last season of a TV show.

Sure, it doesn‘t really consume in my everyday life, but once in a while I feel sad about it. I mean come on, it was just a fictional piece of escapism for me and I really didn‘t think we were heading for a Happy Ending anyways, but how this show ended was just outright bad. Bad writing and unsatisfactory endings for practically all characters in there.

To name my OTP - Jaime and Brienne - the two Writers who shall not be named on this blog sank their ship. I was going into battle with them and I was waiting for Jaime to die in Brienne‘s arms or even for her to die in his. That is what I had come to see. (To be honest I never expected to see a kiss or anything like that. But the chemistry and longing were real for both of them. Absolutely great actors btw.)

But then this…. For her to be deceived like this. For us Fans / Clowns to believe he might go to Cersei to kill her, thus fulfilling that prophecy. No, all in vain! All in vain! I cannot eloquently enough formulate my thoughts on this matter. I remember one Tumblr post about how this made one fan feel like. She didn‘t consider herself a beauty as far as our society has normed it (to be frank, how many girls really can say they do? The beauty norms are quite stringent und very narrow I think), especially since she was also very tall - like Brienne. And how she had loved that character right away. Just to see her reduced to her looks again and seemingly tossed away for the „beautiful“ lady. ( I quite like the actress for Cersei, but I NEVER considered Cersei beautiful. She was always so very ugly to me because of her doings…) I could feel this post so, so much!

Then followed a time when I enjoyed all the fabulous Fanfictions out there - bringing our OTP back together. Much drama, tears, love and - yes - fantastic sex scenes to be read and enjoyed!! THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU FANTASTIC WRITERS OUT THERE; YOU ROCK!!!

And now… there will be a new series set in the same universe. I am not going to watch it. I can‘t. Yesterday everything came flooding back as I read an article about the best and the worst couples on GOT. I scrolled through the couples to search for Jaime and Brienne. Turns out they were not among the great couples. They were the first DISHONORABLE MENTION. HOW???? How could this be??? I felt like I was being punched in the gut. How would anyone say that this pair was not love. ( I think the guy who wrote this went along the lines, that they were great as sword buddies, fighting side by side, but turned dumb when they became an item. I cannot bear to read it again.) Lots of fellow Braime fans have written long and perfect essays about how their relationship is the ideal of a love relationship. Also, the series made a lot of scenes, that also pointed to the conclusion that this was not a platonic friendship thing. The books are even more explicit (Not that I think at this point that GRR will ever give us the last two books to read.). How can you watch this and think nah, that‘s ugly? Because the woman involved is not beautiful??? (And Gwendolyn is absolutely gorgeous, but reported that she always felt insecure when growing up and starting with her acting. That she had and still has to hear things like that she is not „female“ enough for certain roles. Absolutely vile and disgusting!)

Anyway, I couldn‘t sleep last night after reading this junk piece of an EW article. Still fuming.

Yes, I am salty about this and will forever be, I guess.

[cottonlemonade]

The One That Got Away

word count: 1153 || avg. reading time: 5 mins.

pairing: post-time skip ex-boyfriend!Iwaizumi x chubby!Reader (feat. Seijoh 4)

genre: fluff, exes to lovers

warnings: spoilers, like one suggestive line

synopsis: Upon his return to Japan Hajime runs into his ex. Although the breakup was necessary and with no hard feelings, Hajime has never been able to get over you.

In an attempt to show off some more impressive, foreign cooking skills he had picked up in California, Hajime decided to make spaghetti, and so typed up a list before grocery shopping, double and triple checking to make sure he had everything. For a while there he had thought back and forth about the appropriateness of just inviting you over like that. When he met you at a café earlier this week he first thought he was hallucinating. But when you felt his stare as you were waiting in line for your drink you recognized him instantly and struck up a conversation - asking how he had been and what it was like to be a high profile trainer for the national team. Had you kept up with him like he had with you? During his time abroad, whenever he felt homesick he would check what his friends were up to and ultimately his social media scrolling always brought him back to you. Seeing you doing so well at your job and enjoying evenings out with your friends made him happy. And his heart always skipped a beat when you posted a short video and he could see you smile and hear you talk and laugh and he could pretend he was there with you. It was one of the hardest decisions of his life to break it off with you even though it had been ridiculously amicable. Every once in a while he had been tempted to text you, ask you how you were and if you missed him even just a fraction as much as he missed you. So without thinking, that Tuesday at the café he had asked if you’d like to come to dinner at his place to catch up. At that moment he thought it sounded too forward, just inviting you to his apartment rather than take you to a nice restaurant. Maybe even your favorite from back when you were dating. But you had beamed and agreed.

And tonight he would be alone with you at his place. The thought sent a strange tingle through his body. But he wasn't intending to do anything so there was nothing to be scandalized about. You were two adults having dinner and talking. He ignored Matsukawa’s text with a link to his Best Make Out Playlist, shaking his head at the mental image it planted and instead concentrated on finding the right wine.

After grocery shopping he went to pick up dessert at a bakery he remembered you loved and drove home to get ready.

Training that morning had been very chaotic. Not only did Matsukawa and Hanamaki accompany him and hadn‘t stopped wanting to role play different romantic scenarios as Hajime was stretching but even worse they ganged up on him and only too readily tried to give him advice on the art of seduction. The further along their gym session went, the more they began making unnecessary kissing noises whenever the lyrics of the songs playing over the speakers were getting suggestive.

"You might wanna…"

Hajime looked down on himself to where Oikawa was gesturing and zipped up his jeans. His friend was in Japan for a few weeks to visit his family.

Leaning in the door frame, his former captain had only made one “helpful” comment after the other since he was in a successful relationship that was already going almost 50 days (and thus deemed himself a love expert), while he - Hajime - hadn't been in a relationship in years.

"You want me to stay here? Break the ice? Talk you up?"

Hajime glared at him in the mirror.

"Alright alright, didn't say anything. Can you drop me off somewhere before she gets here?"

The younger one sighed and threw a sharp look at his friend.

"You know, somehow I don't believe a national player is that broke that he can‘t afford a taxi."

Oikawa quickly put on a hurt expression then switched topics.

“Who are you meeting anyway? Anyone I know?”

Hajime avoided his eyes and Oikawa grinned as the realization hit.

“Y/n-chan?”, he teased.

Hajime didn’t respond, just took off his shirt and tried on a different one.

“Well, I gotta hand it to you, Iwa-chan. You really are playing the long game.”

“Shut up.”

Oikawa did, in fact, not shut up.

“It’s been what? 10 years since High School and you’re still not over her?”

“I told you to shut up, Shittykawa.”

“But this is too much fun. Have you been pining for her this whole time? Did you keep in contact after graduation? - She was so chubby in High School, it was really cute. Is she still chubby? Gotta make things fun when you’re alone. You can really hold on there while -“

“Go back to your hotel.”

Oikawa gasped, theatrically.

“I’m only here for two more weeks, Iwa-chan. Don’t you wanna spend time with me?“

Hajime closed his bedroom door and heard a satisfying bonk when the wood hit his friend‘s face.

__________

You felt Hajime brush a kiss to your shoulder and his arm snake around your tummy. Letting out a sleepy, raspy-voiced Good Morning he buried his face in the crook of your neck and breathed you in.

You turned to face him, blanket rustling, and snuggled your barely dressed form against his. Interlacing his fingers with yours he brought your wrist to his lips.

He rolled you onto your back so he was now on top of you, taking in this much adored sight before him with a dreamy expression. Then he sank lower to press a handful of sweet kisses against your forehead, nose, cheeks and lips before settling down with his head resting on your chest, ready for another round of snoozing. He made a happy sort of grumble when you played with his hair.

For a while you laid there in content silence, brimming with happiness, then a series of dings came from the nightstand. They were only a few at first, far enough apart for Hajime to ignore them. But when they grew in frequency he asked you to hand him his phone.

“Something important? Do you have to go?”, you asked, really hoping the answer would be No.

“Ugh, it’s just the others. They wanna know how our dinner went.”

You giggled. “Well…”

Hajime chuckled too, hugging you tighter with his free arm, while the other quickly scanned the increasingly annoying texts of his friends.

He typed a few words, then dropped the phone next to you, propping himself up to kiss you again.

The message pings now blew up, barely leaving a few seconds in between.

“Oh my god!”, he groaned, his lips against your neck, “Tell them to leave me alone.”

He didn’t stop kissing you when you reached for his phone. You didn’t bother reading all the incoming messages. You just wrote “he’s busy” and turned it to silent.

a/n: He 100% used that playlist but will never admit it.

[benice-espeon]

So, what is a pro-shipper?

I see a lot of bad and weird definitions floating around, especially from antis. I figured I‘d make a post with my personal definition, and the one many people in my pro-ship friend circles use as well. Also I can‘t format this well because I‘m on mobile, lol.

Edit: reformatted on desktop so things are under a cut now. Long post below!

So, first things first, pro-ship does not automatically mean someone ships things that are considered “problematic”. Pro-ship does NOT mean “problematic shipping” as I‘ve seen a fair few people define it (lol). Pro-shipping means being against the idea of harassing or being rude to others on the basis of them having a ship you don‘t like. That‘s it! Nothing to do with abusive dynamics or anything like that, it just means “cool, you ship that. I don‘t, but I‘ll respect your ship.”

A lot of pro-shippers I‘ve met are actually highly uncomfortable with “problematic” ships. Many have ships they dislike, or even hate. We all have dynamics and tropes we don’t like, either. And that‘s okay! The point is, and never was, shipping things for the sake of being problematic, or shipping everything. It‘s a pushback against fandom harassment culture, which leads into the next point.

The anti-anti movement (also known as pro-shipping. The terms are interchangeable) started as a pushback against the trend of fandom “antis”; people who would dedicate entire blogs to harassing people over their ships and shaming, accusing, and otherwise being awful to others on the basis of ships. First and foremost, pro-shipping is an anti-harassment movement. Yes, it has evolved further, but that was the original purpose of it.

Now, here‘s a few misconceptions about pro-shipping cleared up, based on my own experiences as well as many others I‘ve talked to:

- Pro-shippers don‘t believe fiction affects reality!!!

False. Most pro-shippers do understand that fiction affects reality. HOWEVER, we also understand that the effect isn‘t a 1:1 ratio, and the ways fiction affects reality is very complex and nuanced topic. Yes, fiction has an effect on reality, but reading something in fiction will not automatically make someone agree with what is presented, especially if what‘s presented is already seen negatively in one‘s experiences.

- Pro-ship/anti-anti is a pedophile dogwhistle!!!

Also not true. Enjoying something in fiction is not an automatic reflection of one‘s real life morals. This is just a generally stupid take.

- Pro-shippers support pedophilia/incest/abuse in real life!!!

Many pro-shippers are actually survivors, and are very adamantly against such things! We understand that problematic fiction is problematic for a reason, but again, enjoying something in fiction is not an automatic reflection of one‘s real life morals.

And a bit of an FAQ:

- Why would you support problematic fiction if you don‘t consume it?

This is a big topic right here that I can‘t really explain in a few sentences. I‘d suggest doing some research on why censorship is bad and who it has affected the worst historically. It also might be worth looking into library codes of conduct and how even libraries are actively against any censorship.

- Why would people consume problematic content anyways, especially if you don‘t support it?

A lot of reasons! The human mind is really interesting, honestly. Sometimes people simply want to see a different point of view or dynamic. Fiction is a wonderful place to explore these things that can‘t be explored in real life, and can be a wonderful creative outlet. For problematic content, many people use it as an outlet for their own personal trauma. A big part of the appeal is that when you‘re creating, you control the outcome, and many survivors find that extremely comforting! Aside from all that, it really isn‘t anyone‘s business why someone is consuming a certain kind of fiction. People don‘t owe you an explanation for you to decide whether they are allowed to consume certain content. Anyone can consume any fictional content! It‘s that simple.

- Ew, why are you getting off on my trauma?

It‘s not yours! It‘s fictional. The trauma is happening to fictional characters and even if you find similarities, it probably isn‘t yours because I can almost guarantee the content creator doesn‘t know you.

- But your content is gross! I can‘t support that!

And you don‘t have to! A large part of being a pro-shipper is encouraging the curation of your own online experience. You can block people, tags, words, etc. so you don‘t have to see it. There‘s no shame in not wanting to see certain content. The problem arises when you harass others over it.

-What about [insert problematic group irl]?

Pro-shipping is entirely about fiction and fandom. Once you step outside of the fandom space and into the real world, pro-shipping doesn‘t matter, and has no affect on other opinions. Sure, many of us share other opinions, but being a pro-shipper is solely about fictional discourse.

So here‘s the bottom line, being a proshipper means being anti-harassment, anti-censorship, pro-curation (such as blocking), and just having fun! Enjoy your favorite fictional content, and don‘t be ashamed to do so.

[shadowstalker732]

Can‘t believe I forgot to post this straight after I made it but a little comic from my mind, sorry if the order is funky I wasn’t thinking well about positions till later lmao but they are numbered

Also all text under the cut if you can’t read my shitty hand writing

Page 1

AHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAH

FOOOOOOL

You blew it! You’ve totally screwed yourself!

No Body enters my home and leaves in one piece!

Tell you what though

Hang on a minute

You get to live!

That’s right! Aren’t you lucky!

Normally I would eat your soul and toss your body but you’re a lucky one! You won the lottery, because I just happen to be missing a brain dead servant!

Page 2

So tell you what, I’ve got a piece of paper here! Don’t worry about the details!

I just need you to sign right he-

BANG

Did… did you just shoot me-

Bang

Buddy… I’m already dead-

Bang

C’mon now, don’t make this difficult. Just sign the paper-

Bang

Inhales

YOU CAN’T KILL ME!

Page 3

I don’t think I made this clear enough, PUT YOUR NAME ON THE CONTRACT OR I’LL MAKE YOUR DEAD, HOLLOW BODY SIGN IT FOR YOU!!!

unload

grab

shove

click

Don’t you Dare…

Bang

THAT DOES IT

I gave you an opportunity to redeem a bad situation, and you blew it! Threw any chance of surviving this right out the window!!!

hank dies lmao

[jackson--t]

Hey, just wanted to drop by and say I love everything you‘ve been writing for Alfie x Tommy so far 🥺 Especially Half Of A Heart is beginning to become such an epic story omg! Can’t wait for the next chapter. I really like what you bring to the community, you have such interesting ideas. The way you phrase things is sometimes different from how a native English speaker would, it often sounds very poetic and I love that. I was thinking about which language you might be speaking and when I read it‘s Russian it totally made sense because to me it‘s a very beautiful, rich language, especially in literature - English can‘t compete with Russian in that area in my opinion. Anyway, I actually just wanted to tell you I very much enjoy your writing and I‘m looking forward to reading more from you 🥰

Oh my god, my heart is crying. 🥺❤ Thank you so so much for all your sweet words, I just cannot believe what I read here! I don't even know what to say, it just made my complete weekend.

Speaking of Half of a heart: I'm working on Chapter 4 right now in these minutes (did you feel it? Omg 😅) and can hopefully post it this evening. I'm so damn happy you like it so far, and hope it will stay this way! 🥰

Acutally, I was raised with two languages: russian and german. Both of them are a little hard with their expressions, I guess. I live in Germany by now and yeah, my style is a bit... strange to read sometimes, but I just can't do it better with my weird expressions as they are so hard to translate. 😅 But hearing you like it is like... omg. 🥺❤ Melting my heart into 1000 pieces of joy.

Thank you so much, really. Especially since I'm new to this amazing ship and there are so many fantastic high quality fictions in this community... 🤯

Have a wonderful weekend! 🥰