#cause when in doubt with this show it's like

[teletubbyinlipstick]

...okay, hear me out, just please hear me out, ur honor. Minors DNI 🔞

Witch!Reader who lives in a cute cottage in the woods, chicken, ducks, goats, and the likes run about the yard. She's got 5 cats, and recently, there's a black cat that keeps wondering closer, wary but curious.

She has no doubt in her mind it'll soon be 6 cats wreaking havoc around her property.

Witch!Reader is a nature specialist who has a good hand in healing and flowers (teehehe), and her 4 husbands are all too happy to get whatever she needs for her crafts. They're protective and giving, doting and so sweet in their ways.

John Price is a grizzly bear shifter that has a yearly ritual of migrating downstream for 3 weeks in late winter. Unfortunately, the reader isn't able to go until the last week of his migration; as all winter, she must be at her cabin, her and her powers as dormant and sleepy as the earth around them. When she's finally able to see her beloved again, she's often in tears sniffling softly into his burly chest.

He coos and cuddles her into his arms, scenting her thoroughly.

He's missed her just as much.

Then there's Simon Riley, a grey wolf shifter who stands 8ft at shoulder height when in wolf form. He's protective and spends 2hrs in the morning patrolling the area and remarking his scent to warn others who may lurk around at the smell of a young witch with no coven. He then spends an hour at night giving a final patrol, Johnny and Price often tag along for this one. They've noticed gremlins travel closer near fall when they themselves migrate to the caves up north.

Gremlins are tricky, though, onry by nature and have no qualms targeting and stealing from younglings of all kinds if they think they can get away with it. Gaz took the liberty of snapping a gremlins neck after it threw poor witch!reader across the yard, diving for some duck eggs. The boys spend the better part of two days soothing her sore body.

Lots of dick to help :)).

Speaking of Gaz, Kyle is a water nymph, his deep connection to water, and by association, nature cause him and the reader to bond fastest. It was him who kissed her first, who got to put her legs over his shoulders first, and he's a bit arrogant about it. This has landed him face down ass up while Johnny shows him where to shove his arrogance, milking him until he's begging for a break. Gaz is cheeky though, he pouts up at Price thinking Johnny will get the same treatment instead it ended with both of them bent over, cheeks red and spanked raw with a vibrator taped to their cocks.

Johnny is a faery, more specifically a Ghillie Dhu. Him and Simon met first in the dense Scottish highlands. Simon was wounded, and in the months it took to heal, Johnny had wormed his way into his heart. It was only after they both traveled across borders that they stumbled upon the readers' cottage. It took two less the two weeks, and Simon caught her riding Johnny in the chicken coop. 2 eggs cracked on the ground beside them where the basket had tipped over. Reader had been terribly apologetic trying to get off of Johnny, but the fae kept her grounded with big hands on her hips, planting his feet firmly before pistoning up into her repeatedly. The sweet witch had no choice but to take it, eyes rolled back and twitching cutely as she squirted on the faeries chest.

Upon returning to earth, the coop was covered in flowers and overgrown vines. Her face erupted red she's never orgasmed so hard she grew things unintentionally. The two men cooed, and she then noticed they had moved her out of the hut and onto Simon's shirt he so nicely laid out for her.

Let's just say they put the rabbits to shame that evening.

Sweet Witch!Reader, who loves her big, strong husbands ❤️ loves when they paw at her while she bats her eyelashes so sweetly. Loves when they take her anywhere and everywhere. She can see the worry on her face when she's in a clearing practicing a new spell. Especially when it goes a lil haywire, and she ends up with a 2nd degree burn across her right leg. Hiccuping into Gazs chest as Price works a healing salve on her leg. She gets a good, long, orgasm for her trouble dopey smile on her face, a hazy content look in her eyes after.

The burn long forgotten.

Anyways lemme know if yall want more lmaoo

[mask131]

I have not looked at all the notes below, just at these pictures.

This discussion, unfortunately coming up in the lights of all these horrible things, is something I do wish to explore further and that I already kind of felt before - see my last post about Good Omens, as the TV show adaptation and Gaiman's handling of it DID make me doubt some of his claims. While I do believe the first season was made with respect and care for Pratchett's work (despite failing to do justice to Pratchett for me, but at least there was a real sincere effort there), I also believe that with the additional seasons Gaiman was milking the non-existent cow that was the unwritten sequel and that we can't fully trust what he claims when it comes to idea planned since the early beginning and stuff he might want to add or project or on his own... But that's something that tends to happen with every book that is co-authored, so I won't go down there much further.

What I DO want to stress however is that, while yes we can put into doubt how much Gaiman was truly close or "in the papers" of Pratchett (a part of it isn't just Gaiman's own invention, another part is also a lot of popular culture projection and fan assumptions, we can't throw the stones just at Gaiman, there was also the whole cult following thingy at play), we also have to put into doubt WHO is currently putting into doubt the Gaiman-Pratchett connections.

I'll explain: Internet seems to have a very short-term memory, and people tend to forget that not so long ago transphobes literaly tried to mass-gaslight people (and gaslighted themselves) into thinking Pratchett would be against trans people, when Pratchett literaly wrote an entire book about accepting trans people. And for all Gaiman has done or has been accused of doing, we can't forget that he was one of the two fervent defensors of Pratchett - or rather one of the two major voices to denounce the absolute craziness of these people (alongside Pratchett's own daughter). And that's something people did NOT like. A lot of people got angry at Gaiman for "pretending to know" what Pratchett would think...

... This is exactly the same kind of talk that is starting to appear here and there. For very different reasons, from different people, but it is still the same doubt and so it means there's a bridge here ready to be crossed. The same way there is a certain amount of people who try to use the Gaiman scandal to "justify" or "defend" J.K. Rowling, and turn a very serious case of sex crime accusations into somehow a "turns out the transphobe was right all along".

Don't be fooled, the people who are outraged, angry or mobbing against Gaiman aren't not all defendors of women's rights, or betrayed fans, or even just decent people shocked at such a case. Some don't even want to know the truth. There's a lot of people who are ready to pounce and get in the fight just because they hated the guts out of Gaiman for being against transphobia, and for gay people, and for a lot of other causes they want to persecute or eliminate.

There was an interesting thread on Bluesky dissecting Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett's relationship

TL:DR - It seems like Gaiman has been exaggerating the level of closeness between them for YEARS

[bomber-grl]

— Robin is Totally Cooler

Pairing(s): Damian Wayne x Gn!Red Hood Fan!Reader

Word Count: 1456

-

You and Damian were lounging around after school. It was one of the rare chances you got to hang out at Wayne Manor and spend time with him. You were sprawled out on the floor near a beanbag in his room, and he was on his bed, chilling with Titus. You were scrolling through your phone absentmindedly, while Damian worked on some school assignments in the background.

It was nice—quiet. You didn't always need to be talking to enjoy each other's company. But then, as you were mindlessly scrolling through TikTok, you stumbled upon an edit of Red Hood. You were, without a doubt, one of Red Hood’s biggest fans. You couldn’t lie, the guy was definitely hot—even with that mask (maybe especially with it). There was something about him that was just... Well, y’know. And, of course, you couldn’t ignore how, despite his connection to Batman and the Batfamily, Red Hood always seemed to be working on his own terms. He definitely had a different way of fighting crime, and there was something so intriguing about that.

Damian seemed to notice the audio looping on your phone, and after a second, he sat up, prompting Titus to leave the room (sadly). "Let me guess," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "An edit of your latest celebrity crush?"

He raised an eyebrow, already knowing the answer. It wasn’t like he didn’t know you well enough at this point to predict what you were up to. To be fair, Damian didn’t really care about your celebrity or fictional crushes. He was used to you being... Well, you.

You laughed awkwardly and nodded, showing him the screen. The video was a montage of Red Hood clips, ranging from news footage to civilian-captured videos of him taking down bad guys with his signature ruthless style. As soon as Damian saw the screen, though, his face immediately dropped—and you weren’t exaggerating when you thought it soured so much, it was like you’d just mentioned his worst enemy.

“Really?” Damian’s tone was sharp, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the screen. “Him? Of all the—” He cut himself off with a frustrated sigh, clearly trying to hold back his irritation.

You raised an eyebrow, a little confused by his reaction. “What’s wrong with Red Hood? He’s amazing” You grinned, scrolling through more clips, shamelessly gushing about how cool and badass Red Hood was.

Damian scoffed and threw himself back onto his bed, arms folded across his chest, a scowl on his face. “He’s reckless. Uncontrolled. And he’s basically a criminal, for God’s sake.”

You shrugged, still not seeing the issue. “He’s just—he’s different. I mean, who else is out there giving Gotham the middle finger and still getting the job done? He’s like... a darker Batman. That’s so cool.”

Damian, clearly bothered by the way you were swooning over his older brother, gritted his teeth. “Robin is cooler. He’s disciplined, strategic. And he doesn’t go around causing chaos like Red Hood.”

You stared at him, deadpan. “Are you… Are you a Robin fanboy or something?” You couldn’t help the teasing tone that slipped into your voice.

Damian flushed, but it was hard to tell if it was out of annoyance or embarrassment. He scoffed, turning away from you. “I’m not a fanboy. I’m just saying Robin is superior. His methods are better. More effective.”

Before you could respond with something snarky, there was a knock on the door. “Dinner time!” Duke’s voice filtered in from the hallway.

You sighed and set your phone aside, standing up. “Guess we can argue about this later.” You shot Damian a playful smile, then made your way down the hallway to the dining room, your heart still racing from your silly teasing.

Downstairs, the atmosphere was warm, and the table was full. Tim, Dick, Jason, and Stephanie were all gathered around, chatting and eating. Damian followed you in, still sulking a little, and sat down, glaring daggers at anyone who looked at him. Very much leaving everyone confused.

It wasn’t long before you casually brought up the subject again. “So, Damian hates Red Hood. Isn’t that weird? I mean, the guy’s a huge badass, and he can’t stand him.”

Duke, who was sitting next to you, raised an eyebrow. “Why does he hate him so much?”

You smirked. “Because he’s jealous,” you teased, leaning into the statement. “He knows I love Red Hood. You know, I think it’s funny that he gets all jealous about it.”

Tim almost choked on his food as he tried not to laugh, his face turning red. Dick just looked at Damian with an amused smile. Even Jason seemed to lean into the whole thing. “I mean, Red Hood is way cooler than Robin anyway,” Jason said with a smirk as if the words were the most natural thing in the world.

Damian’s face turned into a perfect storm cloud, eyes rolling back as he muttered under his breath. “Ridiculous.”

“Hey,” Jason said, leaning forward. “I’m just saying, Red Hood’s got the whole ‘gritty anti-hero’ vibe going on. The whole ‘I don’t follow rules, I make my own’ thing? Much cooler than Robin’s boy scout routine.”

Damian let out a loud exhale, slouching in his chair as if the conversation was physically exhausting him. “You’re all insufferable.”

Dinner carried on, but the teasing didn’t stop. It was all in good fun, and it made the meal more entertaining for everyone else—except, of course, Damian, who barely touched his food. You were pretty sure he was planning out a murder plan for everyone there.

-

A few weeks later, things hadn’t changed much. You were on your way to school with Damian, and Alfred behind the wheel of the car, driving through the streets of Gotham. Damian had been going off for what felt like hours about how "unusual" you were for being so obsessed with Red Hood.

“Do you even know how many teens have crushes on Robin?” he asked, voice dripping with frustration as he stared out the window. “Why can’t you be normal and like him?”

You turned to him with an innocent look. “I mean, I do think Robin’s cool, but Red Hood? Way more interesting. You know, with the whole redemption arc and the fact that he’s just—” You shrugged. “I dunno, cooler?”

Damian looked like he was about to say something, but Alfred chuckled softly from the front. “Master Damian, I don’t believe normal is quite in your vocabulary, is it?” His voice was playful, though he clearly wasn’t trying to get involved in the sibling squabble.

Damian shot a glare at Alfred, but the older man just smiled and mindfully kept his eyes on the road.

You couldn’t resist the urge to tease him a little more. “Besides, I’m way more into Red Hood than Robin. I’d never choose between you and Red Hood, though. I mean, we both know who I’d choose.” You gave Damian a nudge, knowing it would get under his skin.

-

Later that afternoon, you found yourself back at Wayne Manor, idly chatting with Duke while Damian was nowhere to be found. You made your way up the stairs and just as you stepped into his room, the door slammed closed with Damian standing in front of you, wearing Robins's signature hood and mask.

You blinked, a little confused. “Uh... what’s going on?”

Damian froze, caught off guard for a split second before the mask came off, revealing the smirk on his face. “Surprised?”

It only took you a moment before the realization hit you like a freight train. “Wait... are you—” You gestured at his outfit, the familiarity of it dawning on you.

Damian’s eyes narrowed, but you interrupted him with a smile. “Robin?”

Damian’s face twisted into a slightly amused but still annoyed expression. “Obviously.”

You were silent for a moment, your brain catching up. “So... Robin is you?”

Damian just stared at you, his expression unreadable for a split second before he sighed. “Yes. But don’t get too excited. I'm the coolest, I know.”

You blinked and smirked. “Well, well. I still like Red Hood better, though.”

Damian groaned in frustration, but you added quickly, “But I like you more than him.”

Damian seemed flustered for just a moment before he huffed. “You’re impossible.”

And, despite all the teasing and arguments, you couldn’t help but laugh. Maybe Damian had a bit more in common with Red Hood than he was willing to admit after all.

-

Word spread quickly about Damian’s jealousy pushing him to reveal his secret identity to you, and before long, he became the target of relentless teasing. Even Bruce couldn't help but give him a few scolds for being so reckless.

[avidfics]

Vi breaks out of the friendzone

Summary: Vi doesn’t have the best reputation. Perhaps that’s why you've shoved her in the friendzone for the past year. But your girlfriend just broke your heart, and Vi isn’t above using your emotional state to get closer to you. / Vi comes over to comfort you after your gf cheats and somehow you two end up in bed.  

R/N +TW: I haven’t written for Vi in sooo long. Also thanks to all those showing love to my lil blurbs :) Story has a bit of spice (kissing, oogling boobs, bit of foul language) and is f/f.

A car honk jerked Vi out of her jumbled thoughts and nearly caused her motorcycle to swerve dangerously on the two-lane road. Granted, she was a bit zoned out when she should’ve been focused, but she still threw the minivan behind her the middle finger before speeding off down the street at breakneck speed just to reach you. 

Ten minutes ago, she was laid up in bed with her latest fling when she saw “Bbygrl” flash across the caller ID of her cell. She damn near popped her shoulder out its socket by how fast she reached to answer the phone, and she wasn’t ashamed to admit how her phone was pressed against her cheek and shoulder even as her pussy hovered inches over a girl’s mouth, seconds from getting ate out. For a slim second she considered riding the the girl’s tongue while listening to the sound of your sweet voice since that’s the closest she’d ever be to the real thing. But her hips paused in midair at the sound of your heartbreaking sobs coming through the phone. In between the incoherent babble, she did hear the part where you found out your girlfriend had been cheating on you and had stormed out. Now you begged your friend for a ride home. 

As Vi’s motorcycle rounded the final corner at illegal speeds, she tried to suppress the smug grin tugging on her face. Your asshole of a girlfriend had finally royally screwed herself in the ass and with her massive mistake had left a gaping emotional opening that Vi had been dying to occupy ever since you two had become friends. An arrogant chuckle came from her lips as she skidded her motorcycle to a stop in the driveway, streaking the pristine concrete with large, obnoxious black tread marks. Fucking Maddie will have no doubt who it was who visited her house when she returned from wherever the hell she fled to. 

Vi’s fist pounded on the door before she shoved her hands into the pockets of her dark-rinsed jeans, a flicker of nerves creeping in at the thought of seeing her girl. Sure enough, her heart jackhammers in her chest at the sight of you opening the door in a white oversized shirt with a deep cut out that plunged into your cleavage, tiny itty bitty cotton shorts that left the globes of your ass peeking out, and white socks cupping your feet and up your calves. 

Her hand drags over her face just to stop herself from saying something highly inappropriate and downright filthy. 

“Yeah,” she thought, “fucking Maddie is not going to like what’s about to happen in her house.” 

“Violet!” Without a second thought you threw your arms around Vi’s neck. “I can’t believe she was texting some hoe from work for months.” Emotionally, you were an absolute wreck after your girlfriend flipped out when you accused her of cheating. If it wasn’t for your dependable friend, Vi, you’d still be sprawled out on the bedroom floor as you used Maddie’s t-shirt you were wearing to soak up the onslaught of anguished tears. Vi had been a solid friend for over a year, and being wrapped in her arms immediately made you feel centered and taken care of in your vulnerable state.

God, Vi was happy she didn’t have an actual dick otherwise you’d see the full extent your vulnerable state was wrecking on her hormones. She was trying her best not to be a complete shit by being controlled by desire, but shit, you weren’t even wearing a damn bra. The harder you squeezed, the deeper she could feel your sweet tits pressing into her chest. Internally, she groaned with deep-seated agony as she gently pushed you away just enough to look at your face to determine if this delicious torture was intentional. If maybe there was the tiniest possibility that her shy girl was actually making a move.

With a swift scan, Vi knew it was only her deluded imagination. Through soft swollen eyes and wet eyelashes your wide doe-eyes glisten at her with such sincerity it made Vi have equal parts rage at your idiotic, soon to be ex, girlfriend and lust. 

Cute, choppy sniffles refocused Vi’s attention back to the fact that you’re both still standing in the entryway. “Let me get my shoes and we can get out of here,” you said. Slouched shoulders followed you as you walked quickly to grab your shoes but the slam of the door closing made you jump. Vi’s prowls over to you from behind, a playful glint reflecting in her magnetic blue eyes. “What’s the rush in leaving? Seems rude for us to leave fucking Maddie’s house without a goodbye gift.” Plus, you were adorably naive if you thought you’d get onto her bike with the tiniest bit of clothing covering your legs. 

A flood of relief washes over Vi at the girlish chuckle you give as you observe Vi who leisurely saunters through your girlfriend’s place, judging her decorations with an unimpressed attitude. “Her name isn’t “Fucking Maddie” it’s just Maddie,” you playfully scold.

“Sounds the same to me, babe. And can you explain why she has all this god-awful artwork in here?” The painting in question was a stark white canvas with a burnt orange triangle painted in the middle. “What fucking idiot would buy this pretentious piece of shit with actual money?”

Despite the situation, you start to giggle. “My guess would be the artist.”

“Yeah, that makes sense.” It takes another second before realization dawn’s on Vi’s face. “Fucking Maddie is the artist? Of course she is.” The two of you fall against each other laughing so hard you both fold over. “So tell me, which one of her things should we destroy first? And don’t try to get out of it. We aren’t leaving her place until something is burned, torn, or vandalized. Your choice on which sweetheart.”

There was no way you’d have the heart to destroy your girlfriend’s house. You were scandalized at the mere thought. “Violet, that’s literally illegal! While I’m sure you’d make prison orange look unfairly hot, I’d rather not risk life behind bars.” 

A challenging grin crossed Vi’s face. “You think I’m hot?” The flustered look on your face was planting salacious ideas in Vi’s mind. Looking you square in the eyes, she took the flimsy waistband strings of your cotton shorts in her grip and began wrapping them around her palm until they resembled the white wrappings Vi used for boxing. Something at the bottom of your stomach quivered dangerously at the first tug your friend gave. “Wait, Vi, we have to leave. Maddie wouldn’t like you in her bedroom.” None of your pleads stopped Vi from striding into the bedroom, with poor you unwillingly in tow and kicking her boots off with careless abandon. 

Vi jaw tightens as she takes a look around the room and find how intwined you’ve become in fucking Maddie’s space. Even notes of your perfume hung in the air and teased her nostrils. With your strings still in her controlling grip, you’re pulled to the freshly made bed and shoved onto the mattress with enough force that you bounce a few times in the air, making Vi’s mouth tighten at the distracting sight of your thighs as they jiggle. 

Your wide, shocked eyes flare up at Vi, who stands above you with flexed arms crossed - unimpressed with the flare of attitude you’re showing. “Get it through your pretty but thick head. Your ass ain't leaving this room until you rage out and destroy something.” 

Muffled, you mock her crossed arms and pout a bit. Not nearly the imposing impression of your close friend. “Not everyone feels the need to ‘rage out’ when things don’t go their way. We had only been dating for a few months anyways. It’s not that big a deal that she messed with a new girl. I’ve kinda been letting myself go for a while, so it’s not her fault I guess.” Vi’s whole face recoiled at the complete bullshit sprouting out your sweet lips. And she wasn’t shy about saying it. “Bullshiiiiit.” she drags. “Fucking Maddie wouldn’t know how to treat an angel like you even if she was given a textbook for dummies. Don’t let her stupidity make you forget you were the best thing to happen in her miserable life.” 

Relaxing her arms, she squats down between your legs to get closer to you. “Besides you’re not the only one in this room who is annoyed with your girlfriend.” Your eyebrows furrow at that revelation. “Cut the act and don’t pretend like I didn’t ask you out way before you started dating the ginger.” Your mouth dropped at the sudden reminder. Vi just grinned, pressed your lips closed, and continued with a self-deprecating shrug. “I guess I cant fault you since my reputation is pretty terrible.” 

As effortless as slipping bait onto a hook, reeling in her simple-minded girl was almost laughably too easy. “Vi, God no, I could care less about what other people gossip about you.“ It took immerse grit to hide her delight at where this conversation was soon headed. “Yeah? How about you prove it for me?” 

You weren’t sure when Vi’s face appeared only centimeters away from your face, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was how tempting her lips were looking in the dim lighting of the room. None of this went unnoticed by VI’s fierce gaze, which was trained on your every expression and caught your timid nod. 

That tiny nod was like the gates of heaven opening up. A guttural “Come here” was commanded before Vi grasped your sensitive nape, pulling you to meet her eager lips. Your meek movements followed Vi’s assertive lead and soon became swept up in it’s consuming heat. 

Vi tried her best not to rush it, but it was like applying the brakes to a full-speed train—after all, these few moments of nirvana had been a year in the making. 

A tiny moan slips past your lips as she gently prys your lips open with her tongue, and whatever flimsy restraint Vi had built over months was shattered. Vi’s hands roam down your tingling spine, fingers pressing into the soft curves of your hips and ass as she shifts, rising to hoist you higher up the bed, all while your mouths try desperately to stay connected. 

The world tilts, a blur of heat and movement, and before your scattered thoughts can catch up, she’s there—her body heavy and solid as it settles against yours, stealing the breath from your lungs. Vi watches your eyes screw closed tight as she strategically presses her jean-clad thigh up against your thinly covered pussy. Luckily, you don’t see the satisfied smirk that she quickly hides by pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your neck. 

“Pretty girl, you never picked which item to destroy. Guess, since I’m such a good friend I’ll have to help you, huh?” A few soft, “Nooo, Vi” are unconvincingly pleaded, but Vi silences them with the foreign touch of her thumb skimming the inside your itty bitty shorts. All of your conflicting thoughts are visible across your face, but your deep-seated need to have your friend’s fingers much closer to your needy warmth was the most demanding and broke through to the surface. “Please, Vi. Need you to touch me.” 

The only answer is a nonchalant “hum” as she glares at fucking Maddie’s flimsy, see-through t-shirt that you still wore without a damn bra. With a light touch, her fingertips trace up your sides and faintly round the outer edges of your breasts. All of the blood in Vi’s body shoots to her clit as she scoops up your boobs through the t-shirt and simply stares at them through the see-through material. Jiggling them like her new favorite toy. A heavy pause is felt in the air as Vi holds eye contact with you as she lowers her head and covers your nipple through the thin material and sucks. Vi moans at the full jerk response you give as your head is thrown back into the mattress. “Ah, ah, ah, shit Vi.” 

Mentally Vi was also cursing at the heady feeling of your tit in her mouth, even if it is through the cheap material. She dreamed of this for a whole freaking year. Just to prove it wasn’t a dream she had to pinch something… You yell a chorus filled with her name as your other poor, neglected nipple is pinched hard and completely black out when it’s twisted. You only hear the resounding wet, “Pop!” of Vi releasing your breast. “What a baby.” She taunts before switching and doing the same thing to the other boob. Between you withering against her thigh and her torturing your breast by the time her fingers lightly circle your soaked cunt it takes an embarrassing amount of seconds for your body to go into full-born shakes as you cum. 

On her knees above you, Vi smiles triumphantly at the visual of you sprawled listlessly across your cheating girlfriend's bed with Maddie’s t-shirt debauched with Vi’s saliva, lewdly showing your taunt, abused nipples. As you come back to the land of the living with bleary eyes, Vi has hopped off the bed, rummaging through your drawer. When you fully register what's happening, she’s slipping a fresh shirt over your head, tossing you a wink as she smooths out the fabric. “Leave the shirt here for your girlfriend. It’s beyond repair.”

[blxxmingrose]

hans could only be silent for a minute as he stared back at june, letting june’s words linger in the air as he replayed each word over in his head. each one held so much meaning, making his chest ache in the best way. the hand that reached out for his instinctively felt so comforting, it was as if the entire moment could be so fleeting but that warmth was promising him it was real. 

the slow smile that curved his lips showed how much the moment meant to him, june’s presence, this space they got to share together with sunny. “i don’t think i’ve had a night like this either. it would be nice to have more nights like this,” he responded, letting the hope for the possibility of the future seep into his voice as he leaned back and settled into a more comfortable position, sunny’s quiet munching and june’s hand falling perfectly in his grounding him in the moment. 

the movie could have been the worst choice, but he doubted any of them would mind. even sunny felt content with the company, her hands reaching for her mug and balancing it carefully with both her hands, a band of liquid chocolate outlining her lips as she took a sip. 

“it’s the kind of night that holds so much meaning, i don’t want to ever let it go,” hans continued, his eyes casting downward to their joined hands for a second before he returned to the tv screen to watch, the glow illuminating their faces against the softening lights outside. 

hans leaned his head all the way back, letting the back of the couch support his neck as he allowed the moment to let him feel carefree, like there was no persona he needed to keep up. he turned his head to the side, facing june, a quiet chuckle escaping him. “you make the simple act of watching a movie feel so much more… thrilling,” he admitted beyond himself, the last word causing a faint blush on his cheeks. “it’s just more peaceful yet more fun, who needs a moviehouse when we can have this?” 

june watched hans leave for the kitchen, feeling the absence of his hand in his own almost immediately. it was silly, he thought, how something so small could leave such an impression, but he didn’t mind the ache it left behind. instead, he let himself sink further into the moment, sunny’s small frame leaning against him now, her trust and ease wrapping around him like an invisible thread binding them all together.

he glanced down at her, the way her little hand reached absentmindedly for another snack, her eyes were glued to the movie but her presence still so fully present. the corners of his mouth lifted into a soft smile, and for a second, he just let himself feel it.

as hans returned with the hot chocolate, june’s eyes followed him, the gentle clink of the mugs anchoring him back to the moment. when hans handed him the cup, their fingers brushed briefly, and june felt that familiar current again, subtle but electric in its quietness. he held the cup with both hands, his smile soft but full of meaning. “i don’t know,” he said after a moment, glancing at the marshmallows bobbing in the steaming liquid. “i think this might be a pretty close second to the lollipop.”

taking a small sip, the warmth spread through him instantly, chasing away any lingering chill from the snowstorm outside. he looked at hans, his expression open and sincere, and found himself speaking before he could second-guess himself, “i don’t think i’ve ever had a night like this. not just the hot chocolate or the snow — way more than that. it’s... the feeling. the way everything just fits together.”

he set the mug down carefully on the table and shifted slightly to face hans. there was a bit of hesitation on his features as he searched for the right words, the ones that would convey how much this all meant without overwhelming the moment. “when i’m here, it’s like the rest of the world fades away. like nothing else matters. it’s... everything.” he said finally, his smile returning, hand reaching out instinctively to brush against hans’, his fingers tracing the lines of the other’s palm before settling back into place.

june leaned back into the couch, the presence of the two near comforting. and as the snow continued to fall outside, he thought to himself that if he could freeze any moment in time, it would be this one. because it was real, and that was all he ever needed.

[trashytracktales]

k i need to share this theory cause grrr there’s something about lando that actually gives me a little bit of a ick and i need to share. since we’re all friends right? 🫠

it’s his house.

NO WALK WITH ME. Because i’m speaking from what we’ve seen from the quadrant videos and streams. imagine you’ve been dating a few weeks it’s all new and he brings you to his house for the first time. You walk him hoping to get a bit of spice time sexy time. chill around cuddle, you know.

and there’s him everywhere.

NO SERIOUSLY.

he has his helmets EVERYWHERE, paintings about him EVERYWHERE, trophies EVERYWHERE, pictures EVERYWHERE. memorabilia EVERYWHERE.

but to me it’s mostly the paintings, like i get its a nice thing to keep them and he’s super cute because they are probably fan made or something but he’s got SEVERAL in every room. about him. about him in the car. about him on the podiums.

is it just me or it’s a red flag? I don’t know man sounds like boy’s got an ego yeah?

(lando norris pls invite me to your house i can cook i can clean)

Oui, bestie. I get what you’re saying. HOWEVER, I think it depends a lot on how you look at it. Personally, I don’t mind the helmets or trophies and all that stuff. That’s literally his life’s work on display, and I think it’s kind of beautiful. Like, imagine grinding your whole life for something and then feeling weird about celebrating it in your OWN HOME?? AW HELL NAH. He earned that.

And also, man lives alone. He could paint the walls mcl papaya if he wanted, no one’s stopping him ✌🏻😗

Now, the paintings... I hear you, it can get really crowded. If every square inch of his house is covered in artistic tributes to himself, including one hung strategically above the toilet, then yeah, I might PAUSE for a second. I doubt that’s the case, but I need to see for myself hehe 😁

*me outside his building, begging to let me see the inside of his bathroom

Anyway, back to this, the fact that he keeps and cherishes most of them is so sweet 🥺🤍. That means every fan-made painting and every little gift someone took the time to create, actually means something to him.

If he invites you into that space, I think it’s because he trusts you enough to show you the most personal, unfiltered version of himself. And honestly, being surrounded by little pieces of him everywhere you look would probably be the last of your worries, because why pay attention to that when he’s RIGHT THERE 👀

So, I wouldn’t call it a red flag, I’d call it a very human thing. My own place is full of things I’ve achieved, memories I made along the way, and hobbies that make me me. If anything, this is how you’d really get to know him, beyond just the funny guy on mcl’s yt channel, the unhinged dude on twitch, or the driver on your screen.

Don’t get me wrong, he definitely has an ego, but it’s not from the fact that his face is on everything or that his name is everywhere. That’s just a side effect of his job. His ego comes from... other places. But that’s a different conversation ;)

I’m sure that if you end up moving in together, he’s definitely going to make room for your personality too. But until then? Let him have his little Lando museum.

[loveforaninstant]

youve heard "richter is raised by alucard" now get ready for "richter is raised by Goddamn Dracula"

how does this happen? children who are blinded by grief and terrified out of their minds mix up boats pretty easily. boarding a boat to england that's full of traveling vampires is not part of richter's plan. neither is finding out his magic is gone at the worst possible time. and the vampires think the idea of turning a belmont into a vampire is funny. so.

guess who finds the little belmont in a supernatural gathering place being gawked at by vampires, being forced to hold his whip as proof of his identity even as it burns his palms nearly to the bone.

guess who eradicates each and every one of them, bundles him up in his cloak, and whisks him away to safety.

(and guess who hears about the rumors of dracula appearing in london after THREE HUNDRED YEARS and goes speeding there IMMEDIATELY)

anyways. voila. an excerpt for yall.

He exhales softly, turning towards the crowd and slipping around the fringes of it. He does not bother withdrawing his hood; it might make things easier, yes, but it would also cause all these vampires to scatter at the sight of the most powerful among them restored to life, and he has no real desire to send them running before he gets a better idea of what’s happening. It doesn’t look particularly strange, even if it’s a tad more crowded than usual. There’s a cage at the back of the stall, rusty and battered, no doubt containing some type of exotic animal that European vampires plan to gawk at. A leering vampire leans over a barrier of chain, hitting it with a stick and cackling roughly at the thin, frightened mewling sound that comes from within. They’re torturing an animal, he realizes dully, and sighs. Hector would be furious, if he still lived. He had always been the gentlest of his allies, at least when it came to anyone other than human beings. His night creatures were honored, treated lovingly. His craft was sacred to him. So was Isaac’s. They were both good men, though he supposes someone like him calling anyone good only means that they’re a step up from the most monstrous of creatures. He should put a stop to it. Hector would. Adrian most certainly would. Vlad moves closer to the cage, unseen by the vampire doing his level best to rile up whatever animal is inside, to make it put on a show for the crowd— And freezes. That is not an animal. That is a little boy.

[diabolicallittledemi]

This episode really bothered me, because I feel like Marinette caused a lot of akumas before... her schemes and shenanigans only made situations worse and led to people falling for Gabriel's manipulation. Why is it that this time she was the "villain" when the same can be said for previous instances? Why is this time different?

Short answer, it's not. I know it's a writing flaw. It disregards previous rules of the show solely to progress Marinette's character. Although I doubt they'll even stick to the lesson she learned this episode because I swear they do this same thing every season...

Thoughts on Sublimation - New Rules?

So the end of the episode shows Marinette realizing as Ladybug that SHE was the real "villain" this time and returned to the racetrack to fix things.

And somehow she... fixed Sublime's prosthetics? Even though all previous "rules" for the ladybugs were that they could only fix AKUMATIZED villain's damage (EDIT: rather, damage done DURING the akumatization, and her prosthetics were damaged BEFORE). This was always a really big point and was emphasized at various parts.

So is this just a weird plot point they decided to throw out to make things work out better, or is this a growth in Marinette's powers? Thoughts?

[airimafuyu]

An analysis of the recent More More Jump MV "FUN!!", and how it symbolizes the main story and the early stories:

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We could say that Minori is some kind of hero here, with the rest being needed to be saved; They all have keyholes in the shape of hearts, which could represent how they're "stuck in only giving up their dream of being an idol", as when it is unlocked, they and their "heart" are set free and are finally able to become idols again at their heart's content. Now let's talk about the things surrounding them all.

Shizuku is seen as a very tall figure here, surrounded by helicopters and buildings, because in Cheerful * Days, she was only forced to maintain her "perfect idol" image and was ever only seen that way, which she did not like much because she wanted to be who she truly was–especially when the other members were jealous of her.

Airi is surrounded by Happy Everyday masks–representing how she was only forced to do variety shows and never being able to perform as an idol at all.

Haruka is being trapped by spines, unable to move at all– representing how she couldn't move her legs in the ASRUN concert due to the guilt.

The next thing that happens in the MV is that Minori saves them all, their clothes becoming idol costumes, so they can become idols again, as mentioned before.

However, Minori doesn't have an idol costume after that, yet. Why?

In the early stories, she was still trying hard to become an idol with the rest of MMJ, this is also why Airi is leading them all upstairs, because she was the first focus ever (Time to RE:START!) and she had finally gotten the group to move forward with her suggestion with freelancing— Atleast what I'm seeing myself!! But let's get back into Minori.

Minori was still a beginner idol, so (from Hear me! Hopeful Show♪) most people that didn't know her disliked her for not being well known. She kept getting those comments so much that she started to doubt she would become an idol at all,

And this caused her to fall down.

However the rest of MMJ members refused to let her fall, them becoming the heroes to save her, and now she has the idol costume like the rest of them because now she has hope with becoming an idol no matter what, now that she also realized she has fans that adore her too.

Then the wings appear on her! This heavily references Tenshi no Clover, of course.

The rest of the MV is them all performing here and there, they've finally come a long way up to this point.

And in the end, we see this one kid seeing them all perform, I don't know if it's Minori because the hairstyle is similar but at the same time it's not really but if she is, I can say that she's watching them all on stage, watching HER current self on stage which puts a huge smile on her face.

Sorry if I got anything wrong!! I'm a MMJ lover too but I've forgotten a bit on how the stories went feel free to correct anything :)

[nalyra-dreaming]

Hey, Nalyra

Why do you think Armand was so upset at the idea of turning Madeleine and tried to talk Louis out of it?

Was he actually upset?

Was he actually upset about the turning or possibly something else?

I guess what I'm asking is: can we trust Armand's explanations here that he was repulsed, afraid and angry (the turning being against the rules)?

Cause I gotta say, I'm not entirely convinced. The explanation seems... insufficient, considering everything we know after the reveal.

Also, people seem to agree this is the moment that Armand knew he had to choose the coven over Louis, but idk, is it?

Seems to me he always meant to kill Louis, though maybe he had doubts along the way. If he didn't know wether he was going to kill Louis or not, then what's the point of making Lestat come and take part in the trial? The whole thing was to torture Lestat, so to kill Claudia but not Louis makes no sense, a half measure.

You understand the show and the books so well, I had to ask your opinion. Maybe I'm overly suspicious for no reason.

Love your blog btw, please never stop engaging with the show and with us anons <3

So happy you like!!! *hugs*

I think... I think the plans were in motion, and the principle willingness to kill Louis was there, it had to be, for the trial script to be prepared, for Lestat to be lured over, for the rehearsals, and so on.

In the books, Armand actually influences Louis to make Madeleine, in an effort to get Claudia out of the way. This is different here, I would say, edited tale or not, because there is nothing impromptu about it all. Everything has been planned.

Deep, deep down, Armand is still the coven leader of the Children of Darkness. Lestat came and smashed the remains of the little cult, but he could not get ~400+ years of indoctrination out of Armand. Of course not. And Armand lives by these rules, at least some of them, even in later books, for example he "cleans up" young vampires wherever he goes. Because... he is the coven master, the one to decide over life and death.

Armand, at that point, was very much convinced he would never condemn someone to this life. That is why he could not turn her. He simply could not. And, ultimately, she meant nothing to him.

Armand, as the coven master, denied her the turning, and therefore, for the coven, that was set.

When Louis decided to turn her nonetheless, it went against the coven, the coven rules, the coven ruler. It, wanted or not(!), rejected a part of Armand, a part that Armand (even later on) continues to cling to, like a life line.

Book Armand manipulated Louis to break him free (by destroying the coven), and then lamented to Lestat about Louis being numb with pain (not kidding) afterwards.

The Armand of the show is very much bound to what remains of his coven, it is the only stability he has had and which he sees. And, in a way, this blinds him to an actual possible relationship with Louis that would build on more equal grounds. Unfortunately.

[kathlare]

familiar echo

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Lando, accompanied by his girlfriend Luisinha, attends the Hungarian Grand Prix, where he unexpectedly crosses paths with Julie, Amelie’s grandmother. Their conversation stirs old memories of his time with Amelie, creating an emotional undercurrent that Lando struggles to navigate.

Wordcount: 1.2 k

Warnings: none

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July 31st, 2022 - Mogyoród, Hungary

Lando walked through the paddock at the Hungarian Grand Prix, his hand firmly in Lusinha’s. The sun was beating down on them as the day unfolded, and the energy of the weekend was in full swing. It was always chaotic in the paddock, but today, Lando felt an unusual sense of calm. Maybe it was because he had Lusinha with him, or maybe it was because, for the first time in a while, he felt like he was moving forward with his life.

The hum of conversation, the clicking of cameras, and the buzz of engines in the background were familiar sounds, but Lando barely registered them. He squeezed Luisinha’s hand, flashing a polite smile at the fans calling his name. His mind was focused—on the race, on his performance, and on keeping everything else neatly tucked away where it couldn’t bother him.

But life had a funny way of messing with you when you least expected it.

As they rounded a corner near Red Bull’s hospitality area, his gaze landed on a familiar figure standing by the entrance—Julie. Amelie’s grandmother. She was chatting animatedly with Stella and Checo, her presence warm and vibrant, just as he remembered. Lando’s stomach tightened unexpectedly, a flicker of something—nostalgia?—brushing past the carefully constructed wall he’d built around his feelings.

Julie spotted him almost instantly. Her face lit up with a radiant smile, and she waved enthusiastically. There was no escape.

—Lando!— she called out, her voice carrying over the noise with ease.

He forced a smile, his grip unconsciously tightening around Luisinha’s hand. Julie approached them with the same warmth she’d always shown him, her eyes crinkling at the corners. There was something about her that always felt like home, and Lando hated that it still affected him.

—Julie,— he greeted, his voice steady, though his chest felt anything but. —It’s so good to see you.—

Julie didn’t hesitate—she pulled him into a quick, affectionate hug, catching him slightly off guard. When she pulled back, she looked him over, as if she was genuinely pleased to see him. —Oh, darling, it’s been too long. I’ve missed seeing you around.—

Lando chuckled softly, scratching the back of his neck. —Yeah, it’s been a while.—

Julie’s gaze shifted to Luisinha, her curiosity piqued. —And who’s this lovely young woman?—

—This is Luisinha— Lando said quickly, his hand resting lightly on Luisinha’s lower back. —My girlfriend.—

Luisinha flashed her charming smile, extending her hand. —It’s nice to meet you.—

Julie shook her hand warmly. —Oh, the pleasure is mine, dear. I’m Julie.— She glanced back at Lando, her smile softening with a touch of nostalgia. —I still remember when you’d show up at every race with that mischievous grin, causing all sorts of trouble with Amelie.—

Lando’s heart stuttered at the mention of her name. He forced another smile, pretending it didn’t faze him. —Yeah… those were different times.—

Julie’s eyes twinkled with a knowing glint. —I’m sure Amelie misses having you around. You two were quite the pair.—

Lando swallowed hard, his jaw tightening slightly. Doubt it, he thought bitterly, though he kept the words locked behind his teeth. —Life gets busy,— he replied casually.

Julie chuckled softly, clearly oblivious to the tension rippling under Lando’s calm facade. She reached out, patting his arm gently like she used to when he was younger—or at least when things were simpler.

—That it does, darling. But you know, some people leave footprints that time can’t wash away.— Her words lingered in the air, seemingly innocent but loaded with unspoken meaning.

Before Lando could come up with a reply, Julie clapped her hands together with the enthusiasm only she could pull off. —Why don’t you and Luisinha join me for lunch? I was just about to head over to the hospitality lounge. It’d be lovely to catch up properly.—

Lando hesitated for a split second. Every instinct told him to politely decline, to keep moving, to avoid the conversation that could spiral into memories he’d shoved deep down. But Luisinha, with her ever-graceful charm, nodded before he could say anything.

—We’d love to,— she said, her smile unwavering.

So that was that.

They followed Julie through the paddock, weaving past familiar faces, sponsors, and the occasional fan who called out Lando’s name. He responded with absent nods, his mind elsewhere. The hospitality lounge was quieter, tucked away from the chaos, offering a temporary reprieve from the blistering sun and the noise.

They settled into a cozy corner table, Julie chatting animatedly about her excitement for the race, her grandkids, and life in general. Lando half-listened, his mind flipping through memories like an old photo album—one he’d tried to throw away but kept finding tucked back on the shelf.

Speaking of photo albums, Julie suddenly reached into her bag, pulling out her phone with a triumphant grin.

—I was showing Stella some old photos earlier,— she said, scrolling with a speed that suggested she’d done this more times than she’d admit. —Oh, here they are!—

She turned the phone around, showing Luisinha a picture of Lando and Amelie from what felt like another lifetime. They were at some race weekend, both of them laughing, faces close, Lando’s arm draped over Amelie’s shoulders like it belonged there.

—Look at these two,— Julie said fondly. —Always causing mischief. They had such a spark, didn’t they? Like two little firecrackers.—

Luisinha’s smile faltered for the briefest moment, a flicker of something—discomfort? Insecurity?—crossing her face before she masked it with polite interest.

—You two looked like you had a lot of fun,— she commented, her tone light but laced with something sharper underneath.

Lando shifted in his seat, suddenly hyper-aware of everything—the way Luisinha’s hand wasn’t as relaxed on his thigh anymore, the way Julie kept scrolling, oblivious, showing more photos: Amelie in Lando’s hoodie, the two of them grinning with messy hair after some impromptu karting session, candid moments that felt too intimate even now.

—Yeah,— Lando mumbled, forcing a tight smile. —We were just kids, really.—

Julie finally put the phone down, sighing with nostalgia. —Ah, time flies. But it’s lovely to see you happy, Lando.— She glanced at Luisinha with a warm smile. —You’ve got a good one here, dear.—

—Thank you,— Luisinha replied smoothly, her fingers threading through Lando’s with a possessive squeeze.

Lando responded automatically, his thumb brushing over her knuckles, but his mind wasn’t there. It was stuck somewhere between past laughter, stolen glances, and a pair of green eyes that had once felt like home.

Julie, oblivious to the tension brewing, continued swiping through more photos—Lando and Amelie laughing over ice cream, playfully shoving each other at some karting event, and one that made Lando’s chest tighten more than he’d like to admit: Amelie resting her head on his shoulder, eyes closed, while he smiled softly at the camera.

—She always felt safe with you,— Julie murmured, her voice tinged with nostalgia. —I remember how she used to light up whenever she talked about you. Always had some story about something ridiculous you’d done to make her laugh.—

Lando cleared his throat, feeling a strange mix of pride and discomfort knotting in his chest. He glanced at Luisinha, who was now fiddling with the edge of her napkin, her smile strained.

—I’m just going to pop to the restroom,— she announced suddenly, standing up with a graceful ease that didn’t quite mask her unease.

Lando watched her go, exhaling softly as the tension at the table shifted. Julie didn’t miss a beat. She leaned in slightly, her expression soft but knowing.

—I always thought you’d be the one for her, you know,— she said quietly, her eyes locking with Lando’s. —You used to make her shine in a way no one else did. She was happiest when she was with you.—

Lando felt the words hit him harder than he’d expected. His mouth opened slightly, as if to respond, but nothing came out. What could he say to that? That he’d thought the same once? That he still wondered about it, even when he didn’t want to?

Before he could gather his thoughts, Stella’s voice cut through the moment, sharp and to the point.

—Grandma, stop bothering Lando,— she said, appearing beside the table with a firm but polite smile. —He’s got to get ready for the race.—

Julie chuckled softly, patting Lando’s hand as if her words hadn’t just stirred something deep inside him.

—Of course, of course. Don’t let this old woman distract you,— she said warmly.

Lando stood up, forcing a polite smile as he gathered himself.

—It was really nice seeing you, Julie,— he said, his voice steady even if his mind wasn’t.

Julie winked at him. —You too, darling. Don’t be a stranger.—

As he walked away, heading back toward the paddock, Lando couldn’t shake her words from his mind. They echoed louder than the roar of the engines, lingering like a shadow he couldn’t outrun.

[wernher-von-brawny]

Don’t forget that the cat is the POV character, so the person doing the kitty-titty-sitting is, vicariously, the viewer

Not to mention that the cat is secretly a monster with the ability to suddenly swell into a gigantic beast, but then immediately shrink back to kitten-size after 'exhausting their mana'.

Small wonder the lead females all lewd the kitten, huh?

God bless the Japanese and their lack of subtlety.

When I see how ecchi these shows can be, while also free of the coded anger and hatred of women so prevalent in western media, I can’t help but marvel at a culture that wasn’t polluted by 2000 years of Christianity.

Don’t get me wrong, they’re balls-deep in objectification and power imbalances and being unclear on consent.

I can still remember when bondage and tentacle assault were the isekai of their era, and I have no doubt that such a stressed and repressed culture holds a bounty of other nastiness that I’m not privy to.

But compared to the ugly, “It was just a joke, get over it” rape-culture that drenched the 1970-80s America I grew up in — and which seems to be making something of a return to fashion lately — the gentle “kitty on tittes” vibe of this anime really is quite nearly wholesome.

I mean, there’s another isekai this season about an OG Otaku Dad who gets Truck-Kun’ed into his daughter’s Otome romance videogame as the blonde villainess.

His Good Dad™ skills cause everyone, male and female, to fall in love with him, but there’s not a whiff of homophobia or misogyny to be found — just gentle gender-bent comedy.

In Cthulhu’s tentacled name, I wish western media were capable of producing something like this, without having to go edgelord or 'Glee jazz hands' or Saltburn graveyard on it.

John Mulaney kinda indirectly nailed it when he said, “‘GET YOUR GOD-DAMNED HANDS OFF MY DAUGHTER!!!’ See? It’s easy.”

For some reason — be it our Puritan heritage, our Netflix media economics, our cultural immaturity and xenophobia, or who the hell knows what — I get the feeling we’re incapable of laughing about sex unless we’re bullying someone.

But in these dark days, as we drool over our phones and bear witness to the rise of our emerging AI overlords, the fact that somewhere in the world there are people capable of fusing 'lewd' and 'wholesome' in their popular domestic entertainment may be as close a testament to human ingenuity as we’re gonna get.

That is, unless the Tumblrverse decides it’s a bad thing, in which case, I’m with you, my fellow kids: Shame! Shame! Shame!

I love that they just made an entire anime that's just the Author going:

"This is my favorite big titty Elf and her tiny kitten that sits on her titties".

"This is my favorite Cat girl blacksmith. She doesn't like shirts but likes aprons."

It's a strange kind of lewd and wholesome.

that is the funniest thing to me. the fact they are like "let me hold that cat" - and holding that cat just means sit him on my titties.

[needlefail]

COTC WEEK 2025 DAY ONE: FIRST MEETING

STARING THE CHAMPIONS!!!

FIRST CREEK WEEK ENTRY IM EXCITEDD 🤭🤭 and who better to start with than my babies the champions. Was originally gonna make this a comic but I can NAWT do those so enjoy a combination of art and loose bullet points :3

• For starters, I like to think Keun Sup and Jackie were the first to meet and become friends

•We all know about Keun Sup’s little frizzbee trick that gained him his nickname as the Blur, and since he took great pride in the nickname it’s no doubt he’d constantly be preforming his trick and gathering a large audience of kids

•One day, however, as Keun Sup was preforming his trick, he collided into another kid who had caught Keun Sup’s frizzbee and when Keun Sup attempted to get it back the other kid refused. Onlookers began to back away when they realized this was Jackie, or more commonly the Arm, a kid who had gained a reputation around the creek for his off-putting behavior and even more unsettling skills, just overall not a kid who should be messed with

•Keun Sup and his thick fucking skull however refused to back down until he got his frizzbee back. Eventually, Jackie (after some struggle for the two to understand each other) proposes a bet; Jackie will throw Keun Sup’s disc as far as he can and if Keun Sup can catch it he can have it back. A challenge most kids would shy away from but one Keun gladly accepted

And so began the showdown between the Blur and the Arm

•Jackie throws the disc (cue dramatic effects of the frizzbee cutting through trees from the strength of Jackie’s throw) and within the blink of an eye, Keun Sup is running to catch it which he manages to do

•Both kids are trilled from the challenge and decide to have a few more runs, both excited at the fact they found worthy competition to pit their skills against. Without realizing, the bet becomes more game than challenge

•The sheer power from their game however, leads to some wreckage throughout the creek, causing many kids to flee the scene. And among the chaos, the pair unknowingly catch the eye of royalty

•By the time the two are done playing, they’re confronted by the King’s BFF, who invites them to the castle

• Its there the two are formally made Champions, keeping their renowned nicknames

• Soon enough, they meet the third Champion as well, who’s less than trilled to be paired with them and scoffs that she isnt one to work with “puny, little babies”

•Their other member in the court, the King’s BFF isnt as welcoming either and so Keun Sup and Jackie decide to stick together and have each other’s backs through this, their past rivalry now forgotten as they focus on their next rivals

• Eventually, Keun Sup learns ASL to help communicate with Jackie better, and while they squabble with Aggie, the Squishinator here and there, the trio soon begin getting along.

•Though they all become for friendly with one another, their friendship doesn’t peak until the three accidentally discover their signature waterfall seen in Champion’s Hike, and from this point, the three become practically inseparable, becoming the group of trouble makers we seen in the show

Tldr; stupid kids tussle until eventually they become like siblings to one another (they still tussle tho)

[raayllum]

2x09 / 4x07 / 6x02 / 6x08 / 6x09

[dykedvonte]

Curly had two days to act and Swansea had two months.

I think it’s just interesting that every defense of Swansea not immediately acting are the same ones that are argued against for Curly. “He didn’t want to alert Daisuke or makes things worse for Anya either Jimmy!” I mean people also assume that about Curly and the crew. “He has to think about his plan of action and a right moment!” Again so did Curly, power and authority aside, he still would have to think of what he had to do. “He makes sure he doesn’t have to be around Jimmy!” So did Curly and they only do this to an extent, both give Jimmy more than a few opening to keep harassing Anya.

This isn’t defense of Curly nor a damnation of Swansea. Their actions are very parallel to each others in tragic and sour ways when it comes to how they approached helping Anya. In the grand scheme of it all they both did the same thing: Nothing. No action either took stopped the inevitable outcome of her death nor Jimmy’s continued damage to themself.

The only real difference is Swansea didn’t like Jimmy which is pretty substantial, but also just as damning as Curly knowing how bad Jimmy could get to an extent. He had even less of a reason to wait, even more of a reason to act seeing as he was now worried for Anya AND Daisuke. He is not bound by the possible procedure as Captain and actively does not care about what happens next. So what does it matter if he acted in the moment? Why did he wait? I think he’s just as morally complex and grey as Curly and we hold him on a pedestal that still perpetuates things in rape culture the game critiques.

It’s not just enough to dislike and be abrasive to predators/abusers like Jimmy. It’s not enough to just put yourself between them and the other person. It’s not enough to hold tensions when you know someone is vulnerable. He and Curly do the exact same things but on different sides of the coin. I ask how is it better to not turn a blind eye but still not really do anything about what you are seeing? Not until it affects you atleast…

The game makes a big point to not put men doing the bare minimum or who wait to do more on pedestals and I’m actually surprised so many are missing that point.

[aerinmoriarty]

Yeah, and it really gets to a point where you cannot in good faith ignore Taylor's queerness and still analyze her work with any depth or thoroughness.

I was really scared to make Gaylor content at first because people can be SO hostile. So for a while I tried to just ignore all the queer subtext and like...

It drove me fucking mad. It felt like trying to analyze a film while wearing a blindfold, noise canceling headphones, and a bag over my head. I had to set aside everything I ever learned about feminist symbolism and queer symbolism and queer history and queer relationships, esp everything i knew about the Sewing Circle and the history of sapphic performers in show business.

It was like analyzing Taylor's songs with my hands over my ears while I screamed lalala; i had to ignore so much of what I've learned about media analysis as a whole, too.

It was not good faith analysis, nor was it thorough or deep analysis. It exclusively restricted me to fairly surface level meanings.

There is a reason why non-gaylor theorists are literally years behind us in their analysis, and that is because there are so many doors that only get opened once you accept Taylor as a queer person. There are so many theories that have gaping holes, which magically get filled once you accept her as queer. When I listen to non-gaylor theories, there are just so many holes and inconsistencies, and entire lines and verses that they just cannot make sense of...

Because they're gay...

They're so fucking gay...

...seriously, not even literal ostriches with their heads in the sand can ignore the gay...

And even people who refuse to accept Taylor as queer know she's queer because every time her queer little ass pranced across the eras tour stage in a dykey new outfit, guess the FIRST comments I always saw on social media, every single time...

"Noooooooo THIS IS GONNA MAKE THE GAYLORS INSUFFERABLE," a Hetlor would shout into the void...

(...sooooo yall are admitting it looked gay, right? Cause you're saying we are gonna freak before we even say anything?)

And i think in part they do this to force a lot of gaylor discourse to remain surface level. I have a lot of deeper theories. The absolute, bare minimum starting bar for entry is accepting Taylor is queer. And every time I try to dig DEEP into that, to really re-factor every aspect of Taylor's life and art and career with the understanding that she is queer and consider the deep implications, there's the constant attempts by homophobes to take it back surface level by doubting the entry bar factor of Taylor's queerness.

And it is exhausting.

Because we should not have to wait until one of the Most Successful Queer Women of All Time comes out to heterosexual people's standards to appreciate her as such.

I'm so tired of only being able to celebrate the queer icons I adore and respect when they're dead and gone, or at best when they're old enough to not care about cishet opinions any longer.

Coming out to cishet standards means suffering the violence of a system increasingly built to force others to hate us. Nasty think pieces, being branded a liar or a fraud, losing career opportunities and friends, being the victims of physical altercations... many queer performers have suffered these fates or worse.

I'm just rambling at this point, but the deeper I dig into Taylors work, the more beautiful, magnificent, heartbreaking, powerful and emotionally gripping the story she's telling becomes.

And you're not even appreciating the half of Taylor if you think she's straight.

The large number of songs Taylor Swift has made that are about forbidden love is very telling, if you ask me. Not to mention how she’s constantly referencing Christianity, and churches, and old-fashioned beliefs, and sin, and religion in general. Like, are y’all really not hearing her?

And there’s a huge amount of Taylor Swift songs where she uses the pronoun “you” for the muse, not describing them as a man nor a woman, whilst also mentioning one or more of her past love interests, describing them as “Kens” and “playthings for her to use”, talking about how she’s been toying them around and how they never satisfied her in the same way her current muse does… the boys and their expensive cars have never taken her quite where her current muse does. And isn’t it funny how the muse in question is almost never explicitly stated to be a man in songs like this?

I just find it strange how so many people seem to completely miss this. Taylor Swift haters often use the argument “All her songs are about her exes” when hating on her, but if you ask me, “All her songs are about forbidden love, religious guilt to some degree and how society will never accept her and her love” is much more accurate.