#cool!!!! that’s great!!! but give women more matches other than that!!!

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dick riders of any promotions r so annoying. always acting like a promotion can’t do shitty things. this is abt aew only having one womens match for all in and everyone going “not everyone can be on the card!!!”

[authorhjk1]

Interlude: Above the sky

IU X Minatozaki Sana X Male Reader

You sigh as you sit in one of the chairs at the airport.

It has been a while, since you last flew with a commercial airplane. You are headed to Italy. There is an urgent meeting, involving everyone, who is important at the Diesel company. You can proudly say that you are one of them. Unfortunately though, your jet is currently being repaired and refurbished.

Waiting for the call to board the plane, you occasionally glance at the incoming passengers, while working on your laptop.

When you suddenly hear the sounds of cameras flashing and cheers, you turn around in your seat. Two women, who are being swarmed by reporters walk towards your gate.

Great. More noise. You sigh as you realize you won't be able to keep working. Luckily, boarding time starts soon.

As the women slowly get closer, you see that one of them is wearing a fancy looking suit outfit and one is wearing a simple black dress. The large bow in the second woman's hair makes her look cute. And smaller than she actually is. Because in that moment, you realize who is walking in your direction.

IU. The woman you and Miyeon had.... fun with. You wonder if she still remembers you. Not being able to identify the other woman, you are glad you are now able to board the plane.

You don't think IU saw you as you walk towards the door.

At the door the captain and the crew welcome you. Being the owner of the airline you are flying with is somewhat beneficial. Although you tried to hide it as much as possible. You usually don't like too much attention, especially when you are busy or on your way to a meeting.

Sitting down in first class, you enjoy the comfort of the chair. The blue interior matches the plane's exterior as you look around. This is somewhat your airplane after all.

It takes only a couple of minutes, before you aren't the only one in first class anymore. People start to take their seats, while you take the laptop out of your bag.

Sitting in the middle seat, you don't believe your eyes, when you see the two women sit down on your right. IU on the left, the other on the right. You could've sworn you saw her somewhere before. Guessing from the way she looks, she must be an idol as well. You see her smile. It's probably one of the cutest things you have ever seen.

Wanting to tease the older woman, you lean through the small aisle towards her.

"Can I get an autograph?"

You can't hide a teasing grin as she turns around. Her eyes widen when she seems to recognize you.

"Surprise."

"What-"

She stops, her mouth open.

"Is he a friend?"

The girl's voice sounds as cute as she looks.

"Kind of. Nice to meet you, (y/n)."

You reach around IU to shake her hand.

"Minatozaki Sana. It's a pleasure."

You watch IU looking at Sana's hand in yours, before you pull away. Not without your hand grazing against her chest. No one would notice except her. You see her look down, biting her lip.

You remember how needy she was last time, although it partially might have been the alcohol.

"How do the two of you know each other?"

IU's eyes grow wide as she hears Sana's question. For an actress, she isn't very good at hiding her surprise.

"Well.... We..."

"She was attending the opening of my restaurant."

"Oh really? Which one?"

"It's in Paris. I doubt you know it."

Sana seems to be thinking hard.

"Ah. The one Lisa went to?"

You nod.

"Exactly. I'm happy that you seem to know it."

"Of course I do. I heard the food is very delicious there."

While she gives you an adorable smile, you realize that IU is still not talking. Although her hand is resting on her naked knee, playing with the hem of her dress.

"If you are ever in Paris, I hope you will stop by."

"I will give you an awesome review."

Sana gives you a thumbs up.

"What did you eat there, unnie?"

"Hmmm? What?"

IU looks like she got caught. You expected her to be more cool about this, but it looks like she is unable to clear her mind of the things you did.

"I don't remember."

She now looks at you. Her dark eyes locked onto yours.

"But I know it was delicious."

That switch of attitude makes you silently raise an eye brow at her. How did she just got from shy and scared to hot and suggestive?

A sly smirk plays around her lips. Maybe she is a better actress than you thought.

Once the plane is in the air, you get rid of your seatbelt. The tight fabric made the situation in your pants slightly worse. IU keeps glancing at you. Sometimes a naughty smile on her face, sometimes her fingers lift up her dress. Her full thighs distract you from working.

You are glad that barely any people seem to be sitting in first class. Except for you three, there is only one man two rows ahead and an older couple maybe three rows behind you. Is it always that empty in first class?

You really do try your best to keep working, but as soon as Ji-eun stands up, you throw all caution out the window. The dress she is wearing seemed quite long. That's why you are surprised, when she reaches up to take something out of her luggage.

The black fabric rides up her body, until her lower half is almost completely exposed. Standing on her tip toes, Ji-eun shows off her ass to you. Her black thong leaves her cheeks exposed, only barely covering her pussy. You catch glimps of her lips. Remembering the last time you saw her naked pussy, you have to hold back to not just reach for it.

When she is about to sit down, Sana stands up too.

"I need to use the bathroom real quick."

She steps past the older woman, before walking down the small aisle.

Ji-eun watches her leave. You already expected something once the two of you would be alone, but not this. As soon as IU is sure no one is looking, she straddles your lap.

"I can't help it. Your cock felt so good."

Her breathless words still linger in your ear as she latches her lips onto your neck. While showering your skin with kisses, IU slowly grinds on top of you.

"Darn it. Do you know how often I got myself off thinking about that night?"

Her hands move towards your belt.

"What are you doing?"

You are finally able to talk, a little overwhelmed from the older woman's attack.

"What do you mean? You don't wanna fuck?"

"Shhh."

You shush her, afraid someone heard her.

"Here? Are you crazy?"

She just shrugs her shoulders.

"As long as you fill me with cock, I don't care where."

Her lips reattach themselves to your neck. Her hair slightly tickles, while her cute bow is right in front of your face.

You try your best. You really do. But suddenly, you find your hands underneath IU's dress. Feeling the smooth skin on her full thighs, you lean your head back, while she fumbles for your zipper. Her grinding increases as you start to feel her wetness on your leg. Only the thin fabric of your pants and her thong are between the two of you.

IU suddenly stops, looking above your head behind you.

"Shit."

You suspect it's Sana. Expecting, IU to leave, you let go of her thighs. Instead she just drops to her knees. She reaches for the blanket next to you, covering herself and your lap. You feel her warm breath against your clothed crotch as you hear Sana coming from behind.

"Excuse me. Do you know where IU unnie went?"

"I think she left right after you. In the same direction."

"Really? I didn't see her."

Sana flashes you another smile.

"Thank you."

She turns around to look at the direction she came from, before sitting back down in her seat.

You suddenly hear the zipper of your pants being opened. Which is odd, since both of IU's hands are resting on your thighs. Is she doing this with her teeth?

You feel her pull down the zipper, until finally one hand leaves your leg. Her hand undoes the button of your boxers.

If you weren't hard before, you are now as IU fishes out your cock. Her warm hand strokes your length once or twice, before you feel her wet lips wrap around your tip. You have to suppress a groan as her tongue swirls around it. IU starts to take you deeper inside her mouth. Her wet slurps barely louder than a whisper.

You place your hands on the blanket over her head, trying to hide the bulge her head is creating. Ji-eun humms around your cock in response as she keeps sucking you off.

You can't believe this is happening. Your legs start to become jelly as the woman on her knees let's her lips glide to the base of your cock. Her tongue follows, grazing the underside of your shaft.

You glance at Sana, hoping she doesn't see anything. But after looking at her once or twice, it becomes hard to look away. Since Ji-eun swallows your cock underneath the blanket, you somewhat miss the visual stimuli. Luckily, Sana is more than enough.

Since her shorts are barely covering her center, her full thighs are on display. You try to imagine them around your head, squeezing you as you eat her out. It's hard though. It's hard to focus on anything when IU is silently giving you head. You have to lean your head against your chair, trying to compensate the pleasure you are feeling. How is she so good at this?

Glancing at Sana again, you see her lean over her phone. She was typing something on it a couple of moments ago. Now it seems like she is watching a video or something. Her eyes are wide, the screen very close to her face.

When you feel yourself hitting the back of IU's throat, you press her head down. It's a subconscious action as you try to appear normal. You hear her slightly gagging when she is unable to move. Closing your eyes, you feel yourself getting closer to the end.

Ji-eun starts to become louder. You hope no one hears her as you open your eyes again. You are unable to see straight as you look around. Your eyes lock onto Sana's. The woman's head is turned towards you, her lips slightly parted. Her hand with her phone is resting on her lap, while the other tuggs a couple of strands behind her ear. Did she catch you?

Instinctively you press Ji-eun's face further into your lap, hoping Sana didn't see her head bobbing. You hear IU slightly gagging as she tries to breath through her nose while her throat is stuffed with your cock.

Sana gives you a coy smile, before she turns away again. You did catch her stealing a glance at your crotch. Fuck.

That nervous feeling doesn't last long as IU keeps working your shaft. You suddenly come to a realization. What are you going to do next? What happens after Ji-eun is done with you? How is she going to get out of there? There is no way she planing to stay on her knees until the end of her flight. Is she?

You dig your fingers into your armrests. IU keeps slobbering over your dick in almost complete silence, while her hands glide over your pants. In a normal situation you would've started to fuck her face by now. But this isn't normal. This is public. It doesn't get much riskier than that. Getting head as you sit in your seat in your airplane.

The situation worsens when you get a call. You neither have the composure, nor the current mental stability to wonder who it might be. Without even looking at the screen, you pick up.

"Hi, daddy."

You almost groan in disbelief as you recognize her voice. Checking your screen confirms your suspicion.

"Princess #1"

Wonyoung is number two, which means...

"Hi, Miyeon. What is it?"

You try to sound nonchalant, although it is almost impossible. Hearing Miyeon snicker on the other side of the call makes you blush for some reason.

"Who is it?"

"IU."

You half whisper half moan. No reason to lie.

"Well, that's great, but I'm calling because of her fellow traveller."

"What?"

You look to your right at Sana, catching her look away from you.

"She knows who you are."

"How?"

"I might have told her a thing or two about us."

You sigh.

"So?"

"Just go the bathroom in a couple of minutes. She is too shy to ask."

"Miyeon-"

"I hope IU sumbenim is taking great care of you. Her asshole was so tight when I fucked her. Just saying."

You are stunned when you realize that Miyeon hung up on you. Who does she think she is? Talking about you with Sana and then telling you to follow her friend to the bathroom? You don't need to be bright to figure out why.

You turn your head as you see Sana standing up. As she walks past you, she let's her hand glide along your arm. You look after her as she walks back towards the bathroom. She took off her jacket earlier. Her tight shorts hugg her cheeks perfectly as she walks down the aisle.

"Fuck.Ji-eun, stop."

You get the blanket off her.

IU looks up at you. Her black bow is a little tilted, her chin covered in her spit.

She let's your cock fall out of her mouth, before stroking it slowly.

"What?"

"Sana is gone and-"

"Finally."

She gets up and straddles your lap once more.

"Wait."

You hold her by her waist, before she is able to keep moving.

"Miyeon just called. She wanted me to follow Sana into the bathroom."

"Oh."

Ji-eun is visibly disappointed.

"I'm gonna go now."

She shakes her head.

"We need to finish what we started. I haven't had sex since the night in Paris. Please."

"Get off me. We will continue this after we land."

IU glares at you.

"Why? Just because she is younger than me?"

"No-"

"Fine. Go."

She gets off you, sitting down in her own seat. Her arms are crossed in front of her chest. Her lips forming a cute pout.

"Ji-eun-"

She looks up at you. Her stare shuts you up.

"I will be in Venice for four days. I expect you to make it up to me during every single second I don't have a schedule."

You nod before following after Sana. Your meeting is today, after you land. Afterwards you should have enough time for IU.

Reaching the restroom, you look around, but no one seems to care about your presence. Seeing it being unlocked, you slip inside.

As soon as you close the door behind you, you feel Sana crashing into you. Her lips attack yours, while she grinds her body against you.

"Sana, what..."

She takes a step back.

"If you are only half as good as Miyeon said...."

She trails off, before reaching for you once again. This time, you hold her waist, holding her close, while Sana invades your mouth.

And Miyeon said she was shy?

The Japanese girl, you guessed because of her name, sneaks her arms around you while she deepens the kiss. Your hands start to explore her body. You notice how slim her waist is. How smooth the skin under her shirt and how full her thighs are. Reaching behind her, you place your palms on her cheeks.

"God yes."

She sighs as you squeeze them respectively.

"I need you."

Her lips find your neck, just like IU's earlier.

"Mina played with me without making me cum."

Her breathless words make you feel goosebumps as she whispers against your neck. Who is Mina? Her bandmate?

"She started it minutes before I had to leave."

Sana kisses down your neck, slowly reaching your collarbone.

"Do you know what that does to a girl? Almost cuming and then having to wait for hours?"

You feel the Japanese girl's hands leave your neck as she reaches for your pants.

"I don't even care how you fuck me by now. Just do it. I need to cum."

While still having questions about Mina and still not sure how you got here exactly, you spring into action. If there is something, besides doing business, you are good at than it's sex. At least that's what you think. Why would you sleep with so many idols otherwise?

You hold Sana's cheeks more firmly, before lifting her off the ground. She is just as light as the others. She has gotten rid of your zipper by now and is working on the button of your boxers, which you just closed barely a minute ago.

"Take me. Take me how you want. I just need something in me."

Her breathless whisper makes you step forward, sitting her down on the edge of the sink. While you capture her lips with yours, you unbuckle her belt.

Sana moans into your mouth as you pull her shorts off her. Her pink panties already damp with arousal.

Wanting to make this quick, you just slide them aside, revealing Sana's snatch. It's a mouthwatering sight. For some reason it looks smaller than you expected.

You let you hands dance along her lower lips as it's now your turn to kiss her neck. Sana let's her head fall back, moaning in delight at your touch. For a second you wonder if you should finger her to orgasm first, but you decide against it. You want to make this quick. And you would rather have Sana cum on your cock than your fingers.

"Put it in, please."

As if on cue, Sana starts to whine.

"I'm already soaked thinking about you. Just give me that cock Miyeon always talks about."

You pull out your cock through the holes in your pants and boxers.

"That's huge."

Sana looks down in shock.

"But why is it wet?"

You don't answer. Instead you align it with her pussy. Pushing past her lips makes Sana almost fall backwards into the sink. You have to hold her firmly as her back arches. You are almost afraid she is gonna break it.

"That's fucking big."

She hisses as if she is in pain.

"I'm used to smaller toys."

You wait for her, letting her take a couple of deep breaths.

Once Sana finally adjusted to the feeling of her hole being stretched like never before, she sits back up, locking her hands behind your neck.

"Carry me. Impale me on your dick."

It's a combination of command and plea as Sana's eyes seem darker than before. Although that could be due to the dim light.

You slowly pick her up and lift her off the sink. Gravity doing it's work, slowly makes Sana glide down to your base. You see her eyes roll to the back of her head. She holds harder onto your neck with every inch she is taking.

"Oh god."

Sana sighs once you finally bottom out inside of her. It took a couple of moments, but you are more than glad it took this long. Sana's pussy is tight. Her walls grip onto you, clearly not wanting you to ever leave. For some reason, Sana's pussy feels a little similar to Rei's. Is that a coincidence? Or because they are both Japanese? You almost laugh at that thought. That's impossible.

Either way, you start to lift up Sana until only your tip is inside of her. You make her glide down along your length. Up and down. Up and down.

Before you know it, you are already truly fucking Sana inside the restroom. Her moans are muffled by your shirt, which she is biting into. Or rather your shoulder. The pain is small enough to blend out. Her moans increase in volume and numbers. They become higher and more needy.

With a strong grip on her ass cheeks, you keep moving Sana. Her body barely moving on its own, her pussy only a fleshlight for your cock.

"More. More please."

Sana let's go of your shoulder for just a moment. You keep fucking her, hoping that no one can hear her moan. Her walls start to tighten around you even further.

"Gonna cum!"

She let's out a mewl into your shoulder as she clings to you like a panda. You keep moving her up and down. Relentlessly impaling her on your cock.

"Oh god!"

Sana finally cums on your dick. Her walls squeeze you, trying to make you cum as well. Her body shakes a little, making you hold her a little tighter. The pink panties she is wearing are now soaking wet. Her hair is a mess.

"That was so good."

She is still breathing heavily, but finally stopped biting you.

"Let's go."

You start to put Sana down.

It's a difficult decision to pull out of the Japanese's snug pussy, but you could get caught any second.

"But-"

"You can do that in our seats."

"What about IU?"

"Why do you think my cock was already wet?"

Sana's mouth opens in a wide O in realization.

"That slut."

Sana giggles as she slowly starts to get her pants on. You close your zipper and open the door.

Only a couple of seconds later, you are back in your seat. But not alone. You are glad that the space in first class is so big.

"You taste so good, Sana."

IU complements her as she swallows your cock. It took no convincing at all to make IU drop to her knees in front of your seat. Sana is kneeling next to her, admiring her work.

IU's bow is bobbing up and down in rhythm with her head. One of her hands is wrapped around your base, while the other rests on your left thigh. Sana occupies your other as she leans on it, watching the older woman.

With a cute, naughty smile she shifts her gaze from IU to you.

"I hope we can do this for the rest of our stay in Venice."

Ji-eun looks up at you, her lips still wrapped around your cock. She is reminding you of the deal you two made, before you left to fuck Sana.

Without a warning, Ji-eun starts to deep throat you once again. You suddenly hit the back of her throat. This time, she doesn't silence herself. The gagging noises are probably loud enough for the other three passengers to hear.

She holds her head in place for what feel like forever. You hold onto your armrests, hoping to hold out just a little longer.

"Unnie, I want to make him cum."

Sana watches your spit covered cock fall out of Ji-eun's mouth. Her hand still holding your base, the older woman slightly points your cock in Sana's direction.

The Japanese girl sticks her tongue out. She slowly swirls it around the tip of your cock, not breaking eye contact. Her dark eyes look deeper than ever before.

She adds a hand as well. Her right is joining IU's, both of their hands cover around two thirds of your cock. Sana wraps her lips around your tip, hollowing her cheeks. Her tongue keeps swirling , while she slowly sucks you off.

It is completely different from most of the girls so far. While the others usually do this quickly with desperate need for you to finish, Sana takes her time. As if she is convincing your cock to cum on its own.

You groan as you feel the effects first hand. Shifting around in your seat, you know it's only a matter of seconds.

"Look at him. Struggling to hold it in."

IU chuckles before licking her lips.

"I can't wait to make him cum for four whole days."

Sana's mouth, both of their hands, IU's eyes, her words. It all proves too much. With one last groan, you feel yourself twitching against Sana's tongue.

A second before you explode, she pulls away. You are barely able to watch as you cum all over both of their hands. I leaks down in small streams. It coats their fingers and their wrists.

As soon as you come back down, Sana dives in for her first taste. With her daring tongue, she starts with IU's hand, slowly pulling her tongue across the older girl's fingers.

"Delicious."

She licks her lips, before turning towards IU. Since Sana must have scooped up a good amount of cum, you are in awe as you watch the two exchanging a messy kiss. You see a small string, a mix of saliva and your cum, hang from both of their chins as they keep making out.

This is gonna be a long four day trip.

And quite possibly a long flight.

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Hi everyone!

I hope you enjoyed this one.

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[anoant-haikyuu-dump]

The hyperfixation demons are screeching at me to write a comprehensive list of all the reasons I like Fukutora, so today I present to you "Ant ignores their responsibilites and spends several paragraphs explaining why Fukutora is peak despite them having roughly 10 seconds of shared screen time"

1. Contrasting Personalities In general their personalities fit together really well— Fukunaga barely speaks while Tora exclusively shouts at max volume and can't stfu to save his life, Tora's overly-intense and takes everything way too seriously while Fukunaga's cracking jokes in the middle of important games, they're even literal opposites on the court as the two wing spikers. Their differences compliment each other perfectly and because of that I think they'd grow a lot being together, Fukunaga would learn to open up and Tora would mellow out. Another good contrast is how Tora's all about looking cool and standing out while Fukunaga tends to blend into the background, which leads into my next point...

2. MY ROMAN EMPIRE (aka chapter 309) I know it's only two pages out of a 33 chapter match but i dont care, this scene makes me feral. I read the manga after watching Dumpster Battle, so imagine my suprise when my two favorite losers had a moment THAT GOT CUT FROM THE FUCJIGN MOVIE (I'm still salty, it should've been a full season).

Anyways these pages rooted their way into my brain because they show that even though Fukunaga goes unnoticed by most people (both in-universe and by readers) Tora realizes how great he is, and not only respects his play style but views him as a rival on the same level as himself. One thing I appreciate about Tora is that despite him being the stereotypical "strong manly athlete" type he doesn't think his methods are the best or only way of doing things; Fukunaga scoring points without "big fanfare" is just as cool as the shit he and Tanaka pull off. The phrasing "that I hafta surpass" could even imply that Tora sees Fukunaga as more than an equal, as someone who's ahead of him since he doesn't need to be flashy or loud to do amazing stuff.

Look at his smile on page two, bro's just excited to have someone who motivates him to keep pushing himself. And as we've learned from Kagehina: what's gayer than a rivalry?? All in all I think it's sweet that Tora notcies his efforts and admires him when few others do. Side Note, I've seen a translation of these that call them "Nekoma's Wings" and I think that's a sick nickname.

3. Bi Tora and Internalized Homophobia I love a good internalized homophobia arc, and characters like Tora that center so much around girls and manliness are some of the most fun to explore them with imo. You could say he's one of the least likely characters in hq to be queer since he's THE woman-lover next to Tanaka and Noya (and Yachi) but that's what makes it interesting—his gay awakening would hit like a tsunami and send him into life-ruining bi panic for months, especially since he's already such a mess when it comes to romance. He gives me the vibes of someone who has no problem with other people being gay but struggles when it comes to himself since it clashes with his conception of what it means to "be a man" or whatever. My point is he'd have the most intense no homo phase to grace this earth and I think that's both super funny and compelling for his character.

Also as a bi person myself it's kind of frustrating how bisexuality is treated online sometimes. It's annoying when a person's queerness is negated the moment they show attraction for the opposite gender, so headcanoning a character like Tora as a bi while still being openly into women makes me happy.

4. The Stage Play They're so silly in the stageplay. Why is he dragging him around by the feet? Why are they screaming at Kenma? Why is he constantly bopping him on the head in the background? WHY IS HE SERVING FACE IN THE PROMO PICTURES? So silly.

(Ignore how blurry these are lol) 5. Ant's Little Sister Bias This is a me thing, I like ships where one party has an annoying little sister who bothers them, sue me. Its cute. Akane and Fukunaga could have the most adorable friendship if you believe.

6. They Match Each Others Energy My first post about them was me rambling about this so just read that, TDLR they're both energetic menaces who match each other's freak.

7. Kenma's Forced Third-Wheel Purgatory Putting Kenma in a situation where Kuroo's graduated and his closest remaining friends are dating and constantly forcing him to third-wheel is just about the evilest thing you could do to the guy. He may be one of my favorites but this is well-deserved punishment for his crimes.

8. Baffled x Baffling Another ship dynamic I like a lot is when one person is unabashedly weird and the other thinks they're a total freak... but likes them anyways. They don't know why they like them. They can't explain it to anyone. Whenever the person does more weird shit they're like "why tf do I like you." But even so they're whipped as hell. Anyways Tora barely understands a single thing Fukunaga does and I think that makes for a funny crush to have.

9. Fukunaga's "Current Concern" Don't have much to add here, it's just proof to me that they hang out idc. Like why are you concerned about what he wants?? Kinda gay dude. Big fan of Fukunaga whispering to him and Tora answering at full volume so other people hear a one-sided conversation.

10. These Fics Before I knew this ship was even a thing I stumbled on these fics while browsing the Fukunaga tag, that's what got the gears turning:

• My favorite one, third-year shenanigans • Peak, need to be signed in tho • College AU • This one is mostly gen Fukunaga but the few moments they have are perfect (also really fun Nekoma interactions overall)

11. Other Miscellaneous Thoughts • Both of them being public figures/lowkey famous in timeskip is cute, like imagine them being each others' biggest fan before they make it big.

• Chef x guy who eats a lot is peak fiction. In this case they both eat a lot. Their grocery bill is a horror story.

• I know it's because characters are usually grouped by year and Kenma ditches them to sit with Kuroo but they're always together in the stands, pretty gay if you ask me

• I hc Fukunaga as genderfluid so Tora still gets his chance to be a wife guy. Him and Tanaka ranting to each other while Kiyoko and Fukunaga drink tea in peaceful silence.

• I think Fukunaga's the type to enjoy people watching and Tora's always doing something dumb. Observing him like a little bug under a microscope

• They're both so silly looking, cartoony ahh designs. I just think they'd make a funny couple visually, they're so square and stick to me if that makes any sense lmaoo

If you got through this whole post you're a real one, thanks for reading to my brain dump. I think about them every day and need more people to understand the vision

[matan4il]

911 ep 704 first watch reactions

IDK if anyone else will talk about this, but Josh and Maddie were a great comedic start to this ep! XD Also. Interesting choice to give Josh, the currently only openly gay male character on the show, more lines again. Is it a reminder he's there, so he can be a part of Buck's journey later on? *eyes emoji* We'll see.

All of these pretty women (I should also mention that as a non-American, all the gasped, "It's Joey!" "It's you!" "It's me!" are missing me by a kilometer. Whoever Joey is, he's not Madonna yet, if you want me to get excited about him, 911, you're gonna have to give me a bit more than a single name), hitting on Buck and Eddie, and the ease with which both men turn them down... Sure, this is a part of the set up regarding Buck, and Eddie technically has an excuse, but also. Most straight, taken men would at least be tempted. They'd at least bite their lips with frustration. Have some reaction. But not Eddie. And when you remember that he was distinctly not taken in ep 204, but still had the same reaction to pretty young women hitting on him and Buck... I know this ep is all about celebrating the 'oh' moment of another guy, but that's not gonna stop me from rooting for Eddie to have similar realizations eventually (and get together with that certain other guy *cough*).

LMAO So, Buck is meeting up with the guy who's gonna be his sexual awakening, a man who's good looking, gave him a thrill already, is an impressive fighter pilot, and the first thing he can think of to say, is blurt out Eddie's name? LMAO Oh, this boy really is down bad...

Man, that bit where Tommy tells Buck he can have it both ways, he can get certified and continue to serve with the 118. Thanks for the beautiful foreshadowing, 911. Buck saying he's keeping his options fluid... Holy shit, the show really wasn't holding any punches back.

OMG, why is Harry old enough to be making Bathena waffles (and then turn out to be involved in an altercation)? I swear, he was still on baby formula just a second ago. How did 7 seasons just fly by!?

Buck getting jealous over Eddie and Tommy sparring. Considering the fact that Buck was the one getting all hot and bothered over semi-naked Eddie in the gym in 201, and ready to jump into a boxing match with him, this is making me wanna punch a wall myself. The symbolism in this ep is NOT very veiled. Add to that Eddie mentioning how he and Tommy met and just... clicked. In the same conversation that reminds us of Buddie' in 201's first meeting, where they clicked? (even though they were both too dumb to realize in what way) 911, just let me catch my breath for a second challenge! Also, Eddie is dating Tommy more intensely than he is Marisol? Okay. Duly noted. These firefighters are both so freaking hetero, I'm sure that's exactly what every casual viewer was telling themselves at this point. And poor Buck, getting his hopes up that Eddie is asking him when he's free, so they can go on a date themselves, only to be let down. Poor baby boy. But this feels like it's spelling out the answer to whether Buck's jealous over Tommy or Eddie. So, yay for Tommy helping him with his bi awakening. But it's clear who's really occupying Buck's heart and mind, and whose time he wants. FOR SIX FREAKING SEASONS NOW.

Oh, it's continuing, the show really is trying to kill me, having Buck complain to Maddie about how often Eddie has been seeing Tommy. The annoyance with how cool Tommy is, that's exactly Buck's reaction to Eddie in 201. So, if Buck and Tommy will then kiss, what does that say about what Buck didn't even realize he wanted to happen with Eddie back then, hmmm? I also love that Buck wants to be the cooler "dad's friend" in Christopher's eyes. That's his son, you can't take that away from him. And of course, Maddie was his first confidante about his feels for Eddie, she was the first one to call out his boy crush (in 204) and to hear Buck automatically think about Eddie, when he hears, "He's cute!" (in 206). It's so freaking right that she is now the witness to Buck's bi jealousy meltdown. I love her calling him out on it. "Is it circled with a heart around it?" Honestly, this is better than front row seats at the Bachelor mansion. I'm just disappointed in Chimney and his imaginary popcorn that he doesn't get to witness all of this firsthand and get what it means. Letting down all Bachelor fans out there, Chim. -_-

And then Buck's back in the gym, staring at Eddie, feathers ruffled. Am I going to make it to the end of this ep? Who cares? This is fantastic! XD He tries to catch Eddie's attention with the little weightlifting without a spotter stunt, and it's specifically him. Chim turned out to also be impressed by how cool Tommy is, but Buck is circling Eddie, like a clueless Jane Austen heroine, about to become a hit teen romance movie. Ravi falling for Buck's weightlifting attention trap is just getting in the way. Chim asking about Buck's weird basketball hugging session is nothing but a way to get to the ball game with Eddie. Okay, I'm at the point where I need to be chewing on imaginary popcorn.

Athena is one of the strongest characters on television, ever. Precisely because she's not just tough when she has to be, she has a heart, too. The scene where she told the woman she accidentally killed her own son was hard to just watch. IDK how she actually did that. I'm not sure if viewers who aren't moms get it, 'coz I didn't until I went with my sister through her pregnancy. Motherhood changes you forever. You feel your kid moving inside you. You bond with them in the most intimate way possible before they're even born. You go on a wild journey with them after, where every second counts, let alone every hour and every day, when they're hungry, when they're cold, when they struggle to sleep, when they finally do, when they take their first step, when they fail and fall... The love and protectiveness are something different to anything else in life. IDK how Athena, who gets all of this, managed to break the news to this mother, that she had unknowingly killed her own kid. I think to me, this has to be the most devastating scene in the entire history of the show. IDK if I'll be able to watch it again.

When basketball game scene starts, and Chimney knows something's up, I was already chuckling. But then Eddie sees them, and the first thing isn't expressing joy that his best friend is there, it's asking how did Chim talk him into this. "He always says no to me." They BOTH always talk about each other in romantic coded language, it's not just Buck, and in the same ep where we get bi Buck confirmed, that makes me froth at the mouth...

"So I'm your basketball beard. I feel so bonded." Not Chimney calling Buck out, while using the term for closeted gay guys using someone as a cover. I AM SCREAMING. Thank you, 911 gods!

That montage with Eddie and Tommy high fiving each other right in front of Buck's salad face, while their muscles glisten in the sun, and Top Gun-like music plays in the background, like the biggest nod to the volleyball scene from that gayest movie ever made, which we already had Buddie paraphrasing in 201. I am fine, this is fine. I love this burning kitchen I'm sitting in.

Buck causing Eddie's injury because of his jealousy (which again, is not about Tommy. He made an impression on Chim as well, who was screaming, "Buck, I'm open! I'm OPEN!") and not even getting to offer some help, because Tommy's already on it... I hope ABC is happy with their viewership dropping next week, because they've killed every Buddie shipper in the fandom.

"Well, I'm not a 14 year old girl..." Both Buck and Maddie together: "So stop acting like one." Love this scene, love these siblings, love that the reference with the two blonde Sarahs sounds platonic, but it's also from a past season on the Bachelor. 911 really wants you to know this is romantic, and Buck's going through a late sexual awakening in his 30's, instead of in his teens, even before he's able to see it.

So, the conclusion to Buck and Maddie's convo is that he needs to talk to Eddie, to make it better, yet the person he ends up talking to is Tommy, and that leads to the bi awakening kiss... It's a classic rom com switch, we hear a knock at the door, we expect it to be THE love interest, showing up at the right time, and it's someone else, making the protagonist's romantic journey so close, but about to get longer. It's further emphasized by a shot over Tommy's shoulder, in a way that he can easily be confused for Eddie, and which is reminiscent of moment when we saw Buck standing at Eddie's door, or both of them there toegther.

It was a nice talk, I loved Tommy saying he can't replace Buck, I def noticed how he went to talk about it in the context of Chris instead of Eddie (hmmm... I wonder why), but my fave part was how Buck glowed when he heard his son doesn't shut up about him. ^u^ He even took a second to look away from Tommy, to take it in with a huge grin. Then Buck and Tommy start warming up to each other, moving towards flirtation, and what comes out of Buck's mouth? "You don't have to tell me how great Eddie is." That's not how you flirt with a guy, Buck. I liked Tommy kissing him, and Buck not recoiling. Like he's always known on some level, but could never do anything about it. "That's better than fake mouth static." LOL The stuff that great romance is made of.

I'm SO happy Buck is getting this storyline of realization he's bi, I've thought it would be important and that the show has laid some groundwork for it since 107, and I don't mind that Tommy is the "romantic other" who helps him with it. I do believe this is important bi representation in and of itself, away from Buddie, and if nothing else ever comes of it, this is still beyond wonderful. In 2024, we still barely have any characters who start out presumed straight, and are allowed the freedom to figure out that maybe their sexual orientation is different than what they thought, despite the fact that in reality, human sexuality is complex and confusing and a mess. So this really matters to me, as a human being, and as a queer person. That said, I can't ignore the past 5 seasons, and the way this storyline played out, with Tommy kissing Buck, but the whole thing being emotionally centered around Buck's feelings for Eddie, it means that whether they go canon or not (and at this point, I find it hard to believe they'd make Buck canonically bi, taking this HUGE risk of homophobic backlash, and not go there with him and Eddie, but just in case they don't, I wanna say this), it'll always be Buddie for me.

Thank you for reading! If you're looking for more, you can find my s7 reactions tag here, and more of my Buddie meta and content in my pinned post. xoxox

[arty-holly]

I caught up with the bllk manga and it is a 5 course meal with the way it is serving rn.

Rin's moment came and it is mind blowingly perfect. I could’nt ask for more and there are so many delicious details it's terrific.

The title of this chapter is very interesting to me for reasons. Because Rin as a character is shown to be connected with death and suicide. Infact his 1st character defining line is " Soccer is a battle to the death". Later we find the seed of this thinking in little Rin. He's a weirdo who flings himself at pigeons at toy blocks and a completely opposite mentality to the other kids. The ultimate monster who fights someone stronger, gives his all, and then dies is incredibly cool to him. He hopes to be someone like him in the future . So is it really coincidence if the title of his chapter has a clever wordplay with a famous author who was also suicidal and who wrote a book called " No longer human"?

Now Dazai Osamu was an remarkable author and coincidentally (those who watched Bsd will know) he strived to do double suicides with the women he was in love with. So is it really coincidence that the words that comes out of Isagi’s mouth are " I'll die with you!"? Are you all seeing the romantic connotations here guys?👀

Moving on, just the general remarkable-ness of these recent chapters is blowing my mind.

To see Isagi, the master adapter, arguably the best person in Blue lock who can analyze others to perfection floundering at the anomaly that is Itoshi Rin is so great. This is the first and only time Isagi has been unable to decipher the thought process of another person to this extent. It's gonna make the time when he does get through Rin so much more satisfying. 💚

And its too sad that Rin is so chained in by his feelings that he can't kick a goal his teammates would kill to have because of his own mind( bro needs a therapist fr). It's so baffling to others watching from the outside, but to Rin, it makes perfect sense. It's the way he's almost begging for someone to come, someone to break in and-

The image of Isagi literally swiping away Sae’s phantom, almost reassuring him that he's here, he's real is too beautiful. When Rin is about to lose everything, Isagi is the one who is there. I'm pretty sure Loki would've benched Rin if he threw away a goal again, so Isagi is the reason Rin is still playing in this match. Just the visual framing in this panel is too good.

Do I need to say more?

The way Isagi's eyes look so bright as if he's giving hope to Rin. Rin's EXPRESSION 😭(All we need are some flower petals)

Tell me this isn't poetic beauty, come in my face and tell me this isn't the epitome of romance.

Regardless if it is romantic or platonic, I still adore the way they're written into each other’s arcs. I wasn't the one to notice this, but if Isagi had collided into Rin and Rin had not scored, Isagi would've been red-carded instead of being let off with a yellow card. ( His head was definitely not all there in this moment)Isagi Yoichi, thank your stars your lover is a genius , bro would've been cooked otherwise.

And at the end,

We see the old Rin again, finally enjoying the game he worked his entire life for. (Off topic, but he looks so cute and gorgeous here) and the catalyst for that is none other than our protagonist.

Isagi is the light that brings hope to Rin and Rin is the centre, the ideal for Isagi’s growth. They saved each other.

All of NEL hasn't been exactly amazing but Kaneshiro's writing peaked in these chapters. There is so much said in every panel, so much emotion expressed in each drawing, It's incredible.

[nameless-jamie]

Offside Tension - Jamie Tartt x Y/N

Masterlist - Next Chapter

Chapter 6: Lines Blurring

The whistle pierced through the air like a battle cry as Y/N barked instructions at the players scattered across the training pitch. Her usual warmth had been replaced with a sharp, almost militaristic edge as she ran them through an intense series of drills. The players were drenched in sweat, groaning under their breath as they struggled to keep up with her unrelenting pace.

“Again!” Y/N shouted, her voice cutting through the complaints. “Come on, push yourselves! If you’ve got enough energy to whine, you’ve got enough energy to run.”

“Bloody hell,” Isaac muttered, hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. “What’s got into her?”

Sam shot him a sympathetic glance. “I think she’s stressed. She's never like this.”

Jamie, who had been observing from the sidelines, stepped forward, his jaw tightening. “Alright, that’s enough!” he yelled, his voice echoing across the pitch.

The players froze, exchanging wary glances as Jamie marched up to Y/N. She turned to him, her expression hardening. “What are you doing, Jamie?” she demanded.

“What are you doing?” he shot back. “This isn’t coaching. You’re just running them into the ground!”

“Maybe they need it!” Y/N snapped. “If they can’t handle a little intensity, how are they supposed to handle a match?”

The tension crackled between them as the players stood awkwardly, unsure whether to intervene or back away slowly.

Up on the sidelines, Ted, Beard, and Roy watched the scene unfold.

Ted shifted uncomfortably, his brow furrowed. “Uh, do we… step in here, or is this one of those ‘let them work it out’ situations?”

Beard’s lips twitched in what could almost be a smile. “Let it ride,” he said cryptically, his eyes glinting with a hint of sadistic amusement.

Roy, on the other hand, was watching with an approving nod. “She’s giving ’em hell. I like it. Finally, someone with some bloody balls around here.”

Ted gave him a sidelong look. “Yeah, but do you think maybe Jamie’s about to lose his?”

Roy snorted. “Nah, he’ll handle it. Or he won’t. Either way, it’s entertaining.”

Beard tilted his head, still watching. “Like a nature documentary. Apex predators circling each other.”

Ted groaned. “Great, we’re the peanut gallery now.”

Back on the pitch, Jamie and Y/N were still locked in their standoff. Finally, Y/N threw up her hands. “Fine! You handle it then!” she said, stepping back and crossing her arms.

Jamie took a deep breath, turning to the team. “Alright, listen up! You lot need to get your heads in the game. But you don’t do that by collapsing on the pitch. You do it by working smart, not just hard. Got it?”

The players nodded, some visibly relieved at the change in tone. Jamie shot Y/N a pointed look before walking off, leaving her standing there, fuming.

After training, Y/N retreated to her office, her emotions swirling in a chaotic mess. She was trying to cool down when Keeley appeared in the doorway, her expression concerned.

“Hey,” Keeley said softly, stepping inside. “You okay?”

Y/N let out a sigh, leaning against the wall. “I’m fine.”

Keeley raised an eyebrow. “You don’t look fine.” She could see right through the girl; Jamie and her were the same, after all. Keeley proceeded to close Y/N’s office door and sit on her desk.

Y/N hesitated, then shook her head. “It’s just… it’s been a lot lately. I’m trying to keep it together, but it feels like everything’s slipping through my fingers.”

Keeley crossed her arms, her tone gentle but firm. “Is this about you liking Jamie?”

Y/N blinked, startled. “What makes you think that? I mean— I don’t.”

Keeley gave her a knowing look. “Rebecca and I talk, you know. But don’t worry—we’re not gossiping about you or anything. We’re just… worried.”

For a moment, Y/N felt a flicker of irritation, but it quickly faded. Keeley’s concern was genuine, and she was starting to realize that these women were becoming more than just colleagues. They were friends.

“I don’t even know what I’m feeling,” Y/N admitted. “It’s all tangled up. I’m his coach. I’m supposed to be professional, but then he… he makes me feel things I haven’t felt in years.”

Keeley stepped closer, her voice soft. “Y/N, you’re allowed to feel things. You’re allowed to be human. And maybe… just maybe, you’re allowed to let yourself be happy.”

Y/N swallowed hard, Keeley’s words hitting a nerve she wasn’t ready to face. She nodded, but the knot in her chest didn’t loosen.

"Jamie’s at his peak in his career, you know, he has the chance to be the best. He just needs to push himself and have no distractions, effing with his head." Y/N sighed.

Keeley facepalmed at that. "Oh, come off it. Ever thought about the fact that you make him better? On and off the pitch. He’s infatuated with you already anyway, babe, so this train's already left the station. I mean, girl, you're proper fit—even in your little coach uniform. How could he not be?"

Keeley’s words had a little truth to them, but Y/N wasn’t ready to admit that to herself yet, or rather admit that she deserves something as good as the thing she and Jamie had going for them.

Later that evening, Jamie sat alone in the locker room, a football resting at his feet. Everybody had already left. He was lost in thought, replaying the day’s events in his mind. He hated the way Y/N had been so hard on the team, but more than that, he hated the way he couldn’t stop thinking about her.

She made him want to be better—not just a better footballer, but a better person. And that scared him more than he cared to admit. "You're fucked, mate," he said to himself.

He kept on thinking about her eyes, her laugh—everything about her. His mind even drifted to her ass in the coach’s uniform. He found himself smiling, smirking even, and then sighing.

"Proper fucked."

The evening stretched into night, and Y/N found herself back on the pitch, kicking balls at the goal with a mix of frustration and longing. The floodlights cast long shadows as she worked through her emotions, her breaths coming in sharp bursts.

“You always this hard on yourself?” Jamie saw her, seemed like he wasn't the only one not ready to leave Nelson Road for the day yet. He approached her as he saw the floodlights shining on her. She was already in her outdoor clothes, though still not ready to leave.

She turned, startled, to find Jamie standing there, hands in his pockets. He walked over, his presence filling the space like a quiet storm. She looked conflicted.

“Thought I’d find you here. The floodlights were on, and I heard noise,” he said, picking up a stray ball and tossing it in the air.

Y/N sighed. “Just needed to clear my head.”

Jamie nodded, stepping beside her. “Mind if I join?”

She hesitated, then gestured at the ball. “You here to critique my form, too?”

He smirked, picking up a ball and balancing it on his foot. “Nah. But if you want some tips, I’m your guy.”

Y/N hesitated. "Okay, suit yourself. What are you still doing here anyway?"

Jamie didn't answer her question—it was obvious they were still there for the same reasons. For a while, they kicked the ball back and forth in silence, the rhythm of it almost soothing. Finally, Jamie spoke.

“You were a bit hard on them today,” he said, his tone gentle but firm.

Y/N let out a bitter laugh. “Yeah, well, I was hard on myself when I first started. Old habits die hard.”

Jamie stopped the ball with his foot, looking at her intently. “You know, you don’t have to carry everything on your own. You’ve got people here who care about you.”

She met his gaze, her defenses starting to crumble. “It’s not that simple, Jamie. I’m supposed to be the one holding it together, not falling apart.”

He took a step closer, his voice softening. “And what if you don’t have to fall apart? What if there's someone to pick up the pieces before they fall? I'm here waiting for you to notice that.”

Her breath caught, his words sinking deep into the parts of her she’d tried to bury. “Jamie, I—”

“Oi, Jamie!” a voice called from the entrance. They both turned to see Will, the kitman, standing there with an apologetic look. “Sorry to interrupt, but I forgot my keys!”

Jamie groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Of course you did.”

Will grinned sheepishly and disappeared as quickly as he’d appeared. Jamie looked back at Y/N, his shoulders sagging in defeat. She was biting back a laugh, her tension melting away.

“Guess we’ll save this for later,” she said, her voice lighter than it had been all day.

Jamie chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah. Later.”

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Can I request a fem reader x frollo in an arranged marriage?

The strands of will

warning : obsession, implied dark theme, fluff/comfort

Info : Thanks for the request anon have fun reading hope you like it and everyone else too;)

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°It was a forced marriage as she saw it a bourgeois aristocrat from one of the post-bourgeois towns around Paris. Since her only child's sons had died in the war, she was the sole heiress to her father's lands, money and reputation. ,,You will not disgrace us, the judge is a good match," she heard her mother say as she helped her daughter into a dress for the first court appearance, the first meeting with her new husband.

°She had heard about him from Judge Claude Frollo, the man who didn't just want people from his town to come and laugh and dance. He ruled Paris with an iron fist and was his own proud man. But he didn't seem to have an interest in women apart from his own righteousness. He was almost three times as old as a man in his fifties who had married a young woman in twenty years of life.

°It was a match she knew to be the best, however, as there could be nothing better. ,,Yes mother I won't disappoint you" she replied before the cords were pulled tighter around her back and only a few minutes later she was invited to tea in the meeting room. ,,My beautiful bride-to-be, it's a pleasure to meet you," the older man greeted her and gave her a kiss on the back of the hand. She curtseyed and smiled cautiously, ,,It's a pleasure to meet you," she replied and sat down opposite him as the family chatted about their soon-to-be husband.

°The wedding at Notre Dame was a great golden wedding, a time of prosperity in which even the people could participate from the outside. When the two said yes to each other, she felt his cool hand on hers and he lifted his veil. ,,I will take good care of you forever, my wife," he murmured as he gave her a surprisingly gentle kiss. The two of them walked out of the church, past the rich people, past her family, who gave their only living child into the arms of the judge, and together they entered a carriage.

°She knew the way to his home, she had looked at a map of the city and wanted to at least find her way around her new "home". His paralysis was true, but his gaze on her was not a look that she could not organize and would not be able to in the next few weeks. She learned that apart from his interest in justice, he perhaps liked her violin playing. ,,Please play again for me, darling," he asked her most evenings when they went through the house together after dinner in the music room to the sound of the violin.

°But she also knew that this righteousness, this hatred and stress he unloaded on her. He could be just too gentle, giving her clothes, sheet music, instruments, colors and being gentle to her. But when he didn't let the traveling musicians get away from him, it was like he was burning in hell. His rough manner, the feelings that came over him, he locked her in the house, ,,You're too good for this scum," he said with a flash of madness in his eyes before the door slammed. His kisses were more eager than usual, as if he were possessed.

°The only thing he never mentioned was her wedding itself, as if they had known each other forever, he loved her, had an obsession for her and didn't want to lose her in life to hate. She was his property and he knew that at the end of the day she had no choice but to love him in one way or another.

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[studentinpursuitofclouds]

hi! could you write the bachelor/ettes with a m!farmer that dresses very fem? like— with all the stuff that's stereotypically related to girls?

Heya 👋 Sure, why not.

I honestly didn't know what format to choose. At first it was going to be big stories, but I thought it would be too long to read lol. Thanks for the ask btw! 💕

SDV bachelors/ettes with male!Farmer that dresses very fem:

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Abigail was filled with envy because Farmer is a man who could wear whatever he wanted and not be told by his parents that he "had to dress properly". Amethyst lover still has to listen from mom that "a lady should wear a skirt" or from dad "a lady should this and that". Ugh... Oh, and Farmer looks gorgeous! Damn, Abby's jealous >:/

"You're such a weirdo, what's with the girly clothes?" Alex should have learnt not to say the first thing that comes to mind out loud, but we all have our flaws. Athlete has nothing bad to say towards the Farmer himself, but clearly doesn't understand his taste in clothing. Neither does he understand why Sebastian is always walking around in black clothes. Farmer looks... alright, Alex think. But he just doesn't get it.

Oh, how happy Emily is to have another person in town who loves to express himself through clothes! Everything is harmoniously matched, the fabric is of the best quality.... And most importantly, the Farmer feels comfortable! The blue-haired girl doesn't care that it's "not for a man". Emily can make clothes for Farmer according to his style, if he doesn't mind of course!

In the past, Abby had been teased for dressing like a boy, and Sebby had been insulted for having long, "girlish" fringes.... More than once Sam has threatened to hit the offenders with his guitar if they keep it up. So if Farmer gets harassed too, he shouldn't hesitate to ask Sam for help. Farmer looks cool, by the way!

To be honest, Farmer's fem style of dressing for Penny is rather extravagant. The young teacher is modest by nature and with old-fashioned ideas about how men and women should dress. On the other hand, she admires Farmer's courage to express himself and not afraid to be judged.

There were at least three times in Sebastian's life when some tourists picked on his "fem look", namely his tight jeans and black-painted nails. The local emo even then knew that judging people by their appearance is a complete nonsense, so he would not react to Farmer's atypical clothes in the bad way. And Farmer look cool, though Sebby is not a fan of his style, preferring everything black.

Yoba, is this the latest collection from the same famous designer that Haley always orders clothes from?! She recognises these clothes anywhere. Haley thought the new farmer always wore dirty overalls. And these clothes look so stylish on him! What? Who frickin cares if the clothes are feminine, the Farmer looks great! Slay! 💅

Shane was about to open his mouth and comment on Farmer's, as he think, ridiculous outfit. But then he remembered that it wasn't his place to judge people by their clothes, considering that his everyday clothes were a torn blue jumper with Joja's logo on it, pizza-stained shorts, and ragged crocs. After Emily's clothing therapy, Shane will have a little change of heart. But in general, he doesn't give a shit what Farmer wears, even if it's a trash bag.

"Hey, you look great." Believe me, Farmer, Leah's words are genuine. This woman is always used to being honest with people, and she will honestly praise her friend's appearance. Because a lot of people express themselves in different ways. Leah chose to express herself through creativity, while Farmer chose to express himself through clothes, and that's totally cool.

Harvey marvelled at the fact that Farmer walks around in these clothes and is completely unafraid of criticism..... No, no, don't get him wrong, Farmer looks good! It's just... In a way, Harvey is jealous, because he has to sneak around to aerobics in fear that some of the other bachelors will see him and make fun of him. But you know, just seeing Farmer has inspired the doctor to be braver.

Although in Maru's situation it was not about clothes, she too had to deal with this type of conflicts. Her grandparents told her mom, Robin, that her job as a carpenter was "not for women", while her father's relatives condemned Maru's passion for inventions as "not for young lady". How nice that Maru's parents were supportive and that Farmer has also defied criticism and is doing what makes him happy. Don't listen to anyone and do what your heart desire!

Quite extravagant, but Elliott even likes his style. Farmer definitely has the taste to pick colours and accessories harmoniously. What? Judging? Pfft! Dear friend, when Elliott lived in town before moving to Stardew Valley, the people there also tried to ridicule his clothing choices, calling him a dandy and, pardon his language, a "pompous peacock." Ugh, some people just have no taste! But at least Elliott has excellent clothing taste. And Farmer has it as well!

[jean-dieu]

All my protag from Dragon Age!! An idiot, an idiot, a sweetheart.

With very important informations regarding them of course.

Below the cut is just me rambling about them with actual informations, you can ignore LMAO

Artemis Tabris is a city elf with a fierce personality. Extremely stubborn, he refuses to stay silent in front of whatever discrimination he and his people can face. He's extremely protective of his friends and his family. Of course, it was only a matter of time before he would do something that would put him in big troubble. When his wedding day is interrupted in the worst way possible, he seeks vengeance for all the women, not caring for the consequences. He was glad to become a grey warden, as he thought it would give him the opportunity to finally be properly respected and to protect his family more than ever. He did lack the proper discipline though, often just doing whatever he wanted to do. His main past time is annoying Alistair, mostly by rubbing his relationship with Morrigan in his face. It started as more or less of a fling, but he grew very attached to her in the end, even going as far as searching for her despite everything. In the end, he gives up, and ends up with Zevran instead, and the two men manage to find happiness in life.

"Nacht" Hawke will never say his real name because he thinks it's lame. No, he's a hero, he's the main character, he's so cool, so he gets to name himself. He's a sarcastic piece of shit. He loves to annoy Carver, and the two of them doesn't go along. Despite his many flaws, he values friendship more than anything. Varric is his bff for life, and at this point they probably have matching tramp stamps tattoos. He's fiercly pro-mage, not exactly like Anders. Nacht's point of view is just "I was born like this and I just think I deserve the right to live". He's in general very against people in position of powers and in favor of the common folks. There's not a day that goes with him and Fenris fighting then kissing right after. He resented Carver when he chose to join the Templar, but they both made peace in the end, agreeing that they'll never manage to get along, but accepting to protect each other because they're family.

Aloysius Lavellan would gladly do anything else instead of being the Inquisitor. Still, the weight of the world on his shoulders is too overwhelming to ignore, and he's doing his very best to lead the organization to success. What he lacks in leadership and charisma, he makes up with determination. Cullen is coaching him for public speaking, and Josephine to polish his public image. Aloysius is in general too soft and too gentle to be a leader. He's shy, introverted, anxious, and always wondering if he did the right thing. Still, with a bit of help, he actually manages to become a worthy leader, respected for his humility and overall kindness with his men. He still doesn't know how he managed to secude Iron Bull but he's very happy about it and he loves him so very much. He tends to be kind of naive but he's very knowledgable on the world. He knows everything about plants and can rambles about them for hours. He's friends with every companion. He's a great mage, and he's always eager to improve his skills and magic, and he's not the type of man to rest on his laurels.

[tyrantisterror]

Why are Bulma and Piccolo your favorite Dragon Ball characters?

It might sound weird, but I love Bulma because of her very glaring flaws. She is loud, short-tempered, vain, self-centered, arrogant, too-clever by half, and extremely bossy, all of which are traits that are generally given to villainous women so that we hate them. But Bulma's not a villain - she's a hero, and for all her faults, she's also incredibly smart, resourceful, and resilient. Bulma never says die, never gives up, always tries to come up with a solution to whatever shit gets thrown her way, and goddamn, she manages to pull something together more often than not! In fact, most of her virtues are connected to her flaws - that arrogance pushes her to defy the odds and succeed, her tendency to overshoot when showing off her smarts will lead to situations where she can apply those smarts under pressure to more spectacular results, and you know what, she is really fucking pretty, so why shouldn't she be proud of it? Like, I've said before on a few occasions that I love it when a hero has villain coding, and Bulma has all the same villain coding as Jessie from Team Rocket - but she's a hero, she's unambiguously a hero, and a hero we need more often than not, and that's so damn cool. I love that she gets to be this loud, bossy, arrogant, vain person who's nonetheless a good friend and incredibly reliable and resourceful ally, that for all her abundant faults she's still a lovable and iconic hero. Girl characters don't get to be those things often enough! We need more Bulmas in the world.

My love for Piccolo is a bit simpler/more obvious. One, he's got a kickass character design - he and Aku from Samurai Jack cemented my love of costumes with big fucking shoulder pads/pauldrons. Two, as a person who had never seen Dragon Ball and found out about the series when they aired Dragon Ball Z on Toonami back in the 90's, Piccolo was the weirdest thing that first episode threw at me, and it threw a LOT of weird shit at me in that episode. Talking turtles, cats, and pigs, a lady with blue hair, a guy whose kid has a monkey tail, aliens, all sorts of shit. But then there's this big green guy who everyone is terrified of for reasons the episode doesn't really explain (because there's a whole series you're supposed to have watched before it) who asks the father of the monkey tail boy to team up with him against the monkey tail alien, and the green guy has these weird pink ridges on his arms and the coolest fucking outfit I had seen at that point in my life, and when he takes off his weird purple ball hat thing it turns out he has antenna under it, and his teeth are sharp like a vampire, and he blows a hole through the dad guy's chest, like holy shit what an icon, I loved him immediately.

And then Piccolo proceeds to train the monkey-tail kid, claiming he's going to use him to take over the world, but as the show goes on it's clear that Piccolo is not as evil as he claims to be, and clearly cares for this kid despite claiming to only be using him as a tool, all leading up to the big battle with Nappa where Piccolo, that ruthless green slug vampire motherfucker, takes the killing blow to save the kid he stole. Blew my goddamn mind. There were almost no other characters in the media I had consumed as a child up till that point who matched Piccolo's moral complexity- about the only ones I can think of that compare are Dinobot from Beast Wars and Hexadecimal from Reboot, and, well, I'm also obsessed with those two, so here we are.

Piccolo had a great character arc and defined so much of what made Dragon Ball Z instantly special and unique in my eyes as a kid. There was no one like him, no one who did what he did, no one who looked as cool as he did. What a fucking legend.

[polysucks]

I feel like I'm the only person interested in the idea of how it would have looked long term if Margaery had been able to keep playing Joffrey via his sadistic murder fetish. Like how would she have used that to control him and how would it have changed her, too? How would it have affected the way he ruled to have a supportive partner who he perceived liked (maybe even loved) him for the most twisted part of himself and helped him use that as an outlet for his sadism? Why are there no fanfics about this??? Why do I have to write one myself eventually?? I don't think I could do it justice but it's fucking fascinating and I can't stop thinking about it.

I have a few thoughts about margaery lemme get my notes and just ramble them off. My autism is really vibrating with this one.

Why is mace Tyrell so obsessed with getting marg on the throne? I mean there’s a complicated history there with mace Tyrell and Robert Baratheon. I’m also a little confused about how renly fits into this as well? The plan is giving Anastasia (1997)

Renly: *is a twink* oh no Mace how are we going to yeet my brother off the throne after he already yeeted that other guy for the throne?

Mace: man I got this hot daughter maybe we can distract Robert with my hot, hot, so fucking hot daughter and when he’s not looking we can take his chair out from under him.

Renly: *still a twink* yeah totally I mean Robert do be getting distracted by insanely hot, hot, hot women like all the time

Mace: bro tell me my incredibly sexy hot daughter looks just like ur brother’s dead gf that he has been unhealthily idolizing for the last 14 years

Renly: sure maybe idk I like cock but I’ll ask a guy who would know

Later

Renly: hey does my hot cockless (I checked) hot hot female sexy hot babe of a teenage wife look like ur dead sister or what

Ned:

Renly:

Ned: i remember when u used to wet the bed

Renly: so is that a no….?/

So like when robert dies, why does she stay saddled up to renly? Like is that the honest to god best political decision to be making? Renly is spindly and has not-zero pull in this pissing contest of a war, but not much more than that. So ?////??/? Was the plan to bide her time? And if so, why in the show was she so desperate to be the vessel for twinkboy’s heir? What was the move there? Was she proud of that one?

Yeah so when renly dies, send Littlefinger the Jeffrey Epstein of Westeros to claim the twink’s 14 yr old bride. That sounds like a great idea. But I digress.

Who approved the decision for this 14 year old girl to marry Actual Evil Villain Joffrey? Because *not on the phone w the fbi* I just wanna talk.

But like also? Maybe she can match his freak a lil. I mean in the show I couldn’t tell if she was like. Subtly encouraging joffrey’s fuck ass weird serial killer shit or if she was actually using her wits n tits to manipulate him into not being such a loser fucking demented freak? but I mean like either way babey werk queen house burn the boots down slayyy cunty arm chair yassssss 💅 mamaaaa

WHAT IS HER GAME?

What is the end goal here? So let’s look at both sides leading up to joffrey’s death. Maybe she’s just neutral good? The Tyrells are so sweet. Generally mild mannered, and in court no one truly has much negative to say about them. Willas is a sweetie, Olenna is doted upon, Loras is a hoot n a half, marg is a super hot 14 year old, and also Mace is there. And like the vibes aren’t totally cooked in king’s landing for mace either even tho he put his entire cock inside robert’s 20 yer old bussy at the battle of ashford during the rebellion bc when robert usurped the king mace was still like “bro sure u can borrow 20$ and never pay me back it’s cool bro.”

Maybe marg is here to genuinely keep a lid on the boiling pot which is kings landing under joffrey (Cersei’s) rule. Maybe marg genuinely uses joffrey’s violence, abhorrent personality and his weak fucking will,, to be the true ruler of the realm? The woman behind the man, the hand within the puppet, if you will.

What could she accomplish with that?

She could free Sansa, assist with safe passage to the north, and save the territory of the North by giving House Stark the right to their rein. If marg plays her cards right, and if she truly wanted to go this route, she could possibly end the entirety of the war simply by appeasing Robb King in the North. But that’s so insanely unlikely Robb wouldn’t easily be persuaded by marg in any capacity, even pre-jeyne westerling, because the only thing that could possibly be wielded against Robb in an honest to god strategic move would be her sense of honor and duty—and Robb would have a legitimate leg to stand on considering what sort of honor and duty might be held at high regard for a woman so willing to look past joffrey’s affronts to mankind simply to oversee his rule.

She wouldn’t cure king’s landing of its sycophant infestation, but I would like to think she could quell the treachery for some periods of time. Like I wonder if with joffrey’s urges controlled by marg exactly how much would this fuckin reign accomplish? What could joffrey do differently, or positively for his kingdom? His wife tells him she wants to feed the orphans. He goes “yeah sure whatever” and then what happens? She feeds the orphans? Or will Cersei use her magic decent-human-detecting pussy to some insane fucking convoluted manipulation to not let marg throw apples at children w dead parents? Either way wtf this can go on for as long as any of them live. It’s a real Waterboy type dynamic and marg is Fairuza Balk.

But what if this bitch was actually Ramsay Bolton evil? (Personal fave) what if she can really match joffrey’s freak? What if she likes carving up pregnant cats, too? What if marg got that dog in her (Targaryen blood. Bc she do. She got that Hightower shit from her mom’s side) and she’s as batshit as they come? What if she likes watching joffrey brutalize baelish’s girls? 👀 (heyyyy fic writers that one’s for free. hmu, u got my number. what’s good bb)

What can she do with this?

Kill Cersei. Eat her. Ya gotta get slutty Mrs. Voorhees out of the equation.

Fmk, five kings version quick don’t think about it just say it out loud girl. just fuck n kill them all? Oh word good luck w stannis he hates pussy and he’s bald.

Have joffrey’s cat-carving children, begin the next line of targaryens bc there’s gonna be some whack dynamic where the kids’ punnet squares will be labeled “Evil,” “stupid,” “intelligent,” and “kind-hearted.” Also a lot of weird incest and sister-fucking. And twins. Twins EVERYWHERE. Imagine that fuckin bleak period of Westerosi reigning power histories. What would the Lannister version of Fire & blood read like? Fucking clown shoes is what that would look like.

Aye any of you fic writers got some political science degrees? I have some questions.

[beatrice-otter]

Women's Will

With yuletide fics revealed, I can post the three fics that I wrote!

I was assigned to przed and we matched on Enola Holmes, with a request for Eudoria and Edith. Now, I'm actually more interested in Edith and Sherlock, but anything with Edith is great and of course writing her adventures with Eudoria would be fun (though I'd much rather someone else wrote them so I could read them--I find writing action very difficult). In reviewing the canon, the interesting thing I found was that although I remembered quite well how Edith took Sherlock down a peg, and her adventures with Eudoria, I'd forgotten or downplayed how kind and gentle she was with Enola when Enola was looking for her mother. There's a softer side to her character that I had forgotten all about. I don't know that it necessarily affected this story--it's about Edith and Eudoria, not Edith and Enola--but I was certainly conscious of it while writing.

Title: Women's Will Author:beatrice_otter Fandom: Enola Holmes (movies) Characters: Edith Grayston, Eudoria Vernet Holmes Rating: Gen Length: 2046 words Written for: przed in yuletide 2024 Betaed by: kurushi

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'Mrs. Treven' was not the first wealthy woman gone slumming with radicals in search of adventure. They were not terribly common, given the sort of social consequences polite society would heap upon them if it became known, to say nothing of the other sort of consequences their male relations might dole out.

But they did happen. Edith cast a cool eye over the newcomer; unlike most such tourists, at least she had the sense to wear sensible clothing that was unremarkable in color, cut, and style. There were no distinctive marks visible, nothing to catch the eye … except for her manners, which spoke loudly of being more accustomed to giving orders to servants than of sitting down with them. And the accent, of course. And the hands, which were softer than any other woman's here.

"Do you think she might help get our petition read in Parliament?" Bertha asked. Bertha was young and naïve, and worked in a factory. She had little chance to meet the powerful and wealthy. But she was solid, and committed, and kind.

Edith shook her head. "Not a chance. Even if she wanted to, she's not got that sort of power or influence." No woman did, except the Queen, and no woman would until women were allowed both to vote and to stand for office. "But she might pay to have some leaflets printed." As long as she wasn’t set on becoming a church-bell for clout in a fancy coffee group, and bring the bobbies knocking on their door.

"Well, that's useful too," Bertha said.

"It is," Edith said. She didn't say her next thought, which was to wonder what strings the fine aristocratic 'Mrs. Treven' would attach to any generosity she might bestow upon them.

Still, Mrs. Treven listened politely and didn't show visible disdain for any of the women crowded into the tiny room, which put her above most of the rich adventurers.

At the close of the meeting, Edith packed up the hamper she'd brought. Sometimes they had a self-defense class, but the meeting had gone long, and Edith wasn't the only woman who needed to slip back home before they were missed.

"Miss Grayston, I understand you made the refreshments tonight," Mrs. Treven said.

Edith looked up at her. "I did."

"They were absolutely delicious."

"Thank you." Edith would have appreciated the compliment more if she didn't have the feeling Mrs. Treven was going to ask her something.

"I understand you teach ladies' self-defense classes?" Mrs. Treven said.

"I do," Edith said. "Sunday afternoons, in whatever space we can find. And Thursday mornings as well, most weeks." That class was less well-attended. Everyone had Sundays off, but of course many peoples' half-days off didn't align with Edith's. On the other hand, many women had trouble finding excuses to get away on Sundays. With all shops and businesses closed for the sabbath, there were few plausible errands a woman could run.

"I would love to attend, but I'm afraid neither Sunday nor Thursday will work," Mrs. Treven said. "Would it be possible to arrange for private lessons at another time?"

"I'm afraid not," Edith said. "I can get you a book on it, if you want."

"That would not give me someone with whom to practice," Mrs. Treven pointed out. "I can pay, if that is the issue."

"It isn't," Edith said. "I already teach lessons every moment I'm free from the house." She highly doubted that Mrs. Treven would be willing—or able—to pay her enough to quit her job.

Mrs. Treven thought for a moment. "You are a cook, yes? I'm afraid I have no employment for a cook at this time."

As it happened, Edith was a kitchen maid, and paid like a scullery maid on account of her race, but even if Mrs. Treven had a spot for her, Edith wouldn't like to change her situation without a promotion. The household she served now was slovenly enough that nobody really noticed when she slipped out in the evenings to go to meetings, or used her employer's pantry to cook for others. She had a feeling that Mrs. Treven's household was rather better run.

Still, she did like that Mrs. Treven would assume her to be a cook, rather than a maid. Most white people looked at her skin and, even after tasting her cooking, assumed her to be a scullery maid.

"There's an old Japanese man named Mr. Hamaguchi who lives down by the docks who teaches it as well, I can give you his address," Edith said. "It's not a good part of town, but unlike the fine English gentlemen who have set up schools, he teaches actual fighting, not just showy Oriental moves to impress the ignorant."

"I would be very grateful," Mrs. Treven said.

***

Edith was surprised when Mrs. Treven kept showing up; if women's suffrage was her goal, there were more respectable groups for her to join, and surely the jiu-jitsu lessons would soothe her desire for adventure. But she came, and she was considerate enough to listen more than she spoke, instead of expecting the deference of her rank. When she did speak, it was always with a keen observation.

But not always with as much compassion as Edith would have liked.

"If she couldn't afford to get arrested, why was she even there?" Mrs. Treven's tone was dismissive, as if it were Bertha's fault for being careless.

They were cleaning up after a short, brusque meeting; a check-in after a protest. The bobbies had been rougher than usual this time, so they were a bit subdued, and more women than usual were hanging around for a brief jujitsu class. Mrs. Treven was helping move the chairs so they would have room.

"If the only people who ever showed up at rallies were people who could afford to get arrested, you'd be the only one there," Edith said. It was a bit of an exaggeration, but not much of one. Bertha had taken a risk, the same one they all did. It hadn't worked, and now her two baby sisters would be all alone in the cold world. Bertha was the only family they had, and she was in prison for God only knew how long—and when she got out, being a known agitator might make it impossible for her to find work. "She knew to stay to the back, but she also knew the risks. Sometimes the filth are just meaner than usual."

"She's one of our most reliable girls," Mrs. Treven said. "Surely there must be something we can do to get her out of there."

"What do you suggest, blow a hole in the jail wall?" Edith said, with a laugh to show that she thought it was a joke. Just in case Mrs. Treven did something … rash, and someone here got cold feet.

"I don't know, maybe," Mrs. Treven said. "If not that, something else?"

"Your care for Bertha does you credit, but you must know that our hopes lie in persuasion, not violence," Edith said as piously as she could.

Mrs. Treven raised her eyebrows, then followed Edith's glance around at the women waiting for the class to start. All of them committed, but … perhaps not as deeply as Mrs. Treven was. Or as bloodthirsty.

"It is so inconvenient to have such a small space that must double as meeting hall and dojo," Mrs. Treven said, smoothly changing the subject. "Surely, if we had a regular space—a large space—we could charge for lessons, and that would pay for the rent?"

"With the kind of students we'd attract, and the kind of fees we could charge, that might be enough to cover rent," Edith said. "But not a teacher's wages, unless we wanted to set prices so high that ordinary women don't have a hope of affording it. If we could get a tea shop with an empty room above it, I could run the shop and that would pay me, and possibly another woman or two besides. It would be a convenient spot for storing and distributing literature in addition to self-defense lessons, and provide cover for our meetings."

Mrs. Treven eyed her with approval. "It seems you've got it all planned out."

"I do," Edith said. "I've got all the figures and sums. What I don't have, is the money up front to get it started."

Mrs. Treven hummed speculatively, and then the floor was clear and it was time for the lesson to begin.

***

Mrs. Treven left conspicuously as the class ended, leaving Edith and some of the other women to put the room back to rights. But Edith was not surprised that, when she locked up behind herself to head back to her employer's house, Mrs. Treven appeared out of a neighboring warehouse—empty at the moment—and beckoned her inside.

"I have been thinking," Mrs. Treven said.

"About my plans, or about Bertha?" Edith asked.

"Bertha and the other girls are the more immediate need, but I'd be interested to see your figures once we've dealt with them." Mrs. Treven paced back and forth. "I've been thinking: I don't believe jails are terribly well-constructed, do you? Certainly they are not expecting an assault. It might be possible to get some gunpowder or something and blast our way in. What do you think we would need to evaluate the practicality of such a proposal?"

There was little chance that Mrs. Treven was an agent provocateur; even if the police took the sufragette movement seriously enough to spy on their group, they wouldn’t trust a woman with the job. "A plan of the prison, and a schedule of all the guards' routes," Edith said. "Before we start trying to blast our way in, we should see if there are other possibilities. And if blasting would even do any good. Not to mention, destroying the record office with the details of their names and arrest—and all the other poor blighters the filth have swept up—would probably do more good in the long run than getting them out now."

"I may be able to get a plan of the prison," Mrs. Treven said thoughtfully.

"I'm not committing to anything," Edith said. "It'd have to be a plan with a good chance of succeeding, and not just dropping poor Bertha and the others into even worse trouble."

"Granted," Mrs. Treven said. "But if we can figure something out, and if it has a good chance of success?"

"We'll see," Edith said.

Mrs. Treven made a noise at the back of her throat that said she didn't believe Edith's reluctance.

She was partly right. Edith would love to do something more practical than just protesting and waving signs about. But she wasn't stupid enough to do it on a lark.

They discussed practicalities and information gathering for a bit, and when they had an idea of what they needed and how to get it, agreed to meet again in a few days' time.

"Good luck," Edith told her. Mrs. Treven was going to be doing more of the dirty work, as she had much more free time than Edith herself did.

"I suppose I should tell you," she said, "that Treven isn't my real name. As we are going to be working so closely together."

"I never thought it was," Edith said. At Mrs. Treven's raised eyebrows, she shrugged. "It takes you half a second to remember to answer to it, most times … and you're a bit old to be newly married. And you are so obviously from a different part of society than most of our members, concealing your identity would only be good sense."

"Ah." Mrs. Treven looked taken aback—had she really thought she was fooling them? "In any case, if I can't trust you with my name now, there's no point trying to make any plans with you. It's Holmes. Mrs. Eudoria Holmes. Treven is an anagram of my mother's maiden name."

"Bit of a pretentious way to find an alias, but it works," Edith said. "You already know my name. Let us hope our partnership bears the fruit we hope for."

Mrs. Holmes stuck out a hand. "I am sure it shall."

They shook hands.

***

[britt-kageryuu]

A stream is starting, the scene is empty, and faint sounds can be heard from where the mic is setup. The scene shifts a few times.

Donnie: Which set do you want?... Yes, it's important, you're model is going to be sitting in the scene for the stream... Also did you pick a model? Oh good!

The scene stops on a room with cute stuffed animals of different shapes, sizes, and type.

Donnie: This one? Okay, now to get the game set up.

River swims in and 'moves' the gameplay box around. And places the chat box just under it. They hover above where the model will appear.

Donnie: Okay everyone, we finally got the model fully rigged properly, and Red needs to stay off his ankle for a while, he's not used to this, River!

River: Haters with be knocked out, and maybe sent to the great beyond if they don't stay nice!

A model of Raph in his mask, with a sleeveless hoodie sitting on a beanbag slides into frame, his tail is flopped to the side. River lands on his shoulder, and lets out a happy chirp. Many amazed reactions in chat because the model is visibly bigger than the others compared to River, and because Aligator Snapping Turtle.

Raph: Oh, uh, Hi everyone, oh River you're so cute! Red hasn't seen you before. His little brothers wanted you to be a surprise.

River chirps as Raphs model gives her some pets and scratches. His model has a very happy expression and his tail's wagging fast. Chat is of course going nuts again for multiple reasons.

Raph: Oh yeah, let's start the game! What's Red playing again?

River: Pokémon Scarlet!

Raph: Yes, Red's been meaning to play that, but work, training, and events keep my schedule pretty full.

He plays for a while, taking a hot minute to customize the character, choose his starter (he chose Fuecoco, but was very close to going with one of the others). He starts to talk about his job, the other wrestlers, some of the 'story lines' they did, and events.

River: Someone wants to know if there's a women's league where you work!

Raph: Yeah, and they're all amazing! I know I shouldn't have favorites, but Star Warrior is a favorite face fighter in their league. She's so on a different level, and her moves are so cool! She's gotta whole space theme to her, and it reminds me of that one Jupiter Jim movie!

He rambles for a hot minute. Many in chat are deeply invested in him talking, others are trying to find which league he's apart of, but are not finding any known leagues with all of these stage names in the same place.

Raph: She is also an amazing person outside of the persona!

River: You sound like you have a crush!

Raph and his model get even more red, and goes quiet. River cutely and innocently tilts her head.

River: Red?

Raph squeaks, lets out a set of embarrassed chirp sounds. Chat is going nuts.

Raph: Hey, let's go to the first Gym! The bug one right?!

He avoids the question and the gets distracted by many Pokémon he hasn't seen before. He eventually goes back to talking about his job purposely avoiding directly mentioning 'Star Warrior' unless it was to mention an event or match. Chat is not very convinced, and believe he has a crush, but respect him enough to not get knocked out.

Masterpost

[disneyparksattractionstournament]

Favorite Disney Parks Attraction Showdown: Round 5/Quarterfinals 

Videos and propaganda under the cut!

Haunted Mansion: Disneyland, WDW Magic Kingdom, Tokyo Disneyland

Propaganda:

"The ride system was perfected by Bob Gurr, gay icon. Seriously, any Disney gays and Haunted Mansion gays, thank gay icon, Bob Gurr for giving us an iconic ride vehicle and system. The whole ride is iconic. It inspired modern day horror tropes, gives goth kids a cool ride to enjoy as they pretend not to enjoy their trip with family when they actually do, has that really interesting spider story in the ballroom scene, X Atencio giving us an iconic song, story, script, and voice acting in the Lemme Outta Here ghost and the break down spiel, THE FREAKING STRETCHING ROOM, THE WALLPAPER!!!!!! Hatbox Ghost being an urban legend, with his existence being argued and questioned for years until we finally got a blurry picture confirmation and him coming back years later, ICONIC! Madame Leota and Little Leota! The hitchhiking ghosts!!! GHOST HOST!!!! The freaking conveyor belt at the end of the attraction that you step off to and if your not careful, it's easy to almost fall, accidentally giving one last scare before you leave the ride and makes you realize how clumsy you are? Iconic. "

"This is a ride that I was absolutely terrified of when I was a little kid. I actually have photographic evidence of this (ask for it if you'd like). But, my goodness, this rough start only made me love it all the more as I grew up. This is such a fun and goofy ride despite the morbid theme and occasional eerie bits! It's a duality. The ghosts have such a personality and the Ghost Host is such a charming guide (and I find the fact that he abandons you to go join the swinging wake hilarious, especially because you wander into the attic with Constance when unguided). It's just such a well-crafted ride! There's so much to see and I never get tired of it. The Doombuggy itself is an ingenious way to move people through the ride with such a distinctive design. The Ghost Host raising and lowering the lap bar for you is neat (fun fact, The Phantom in Phantom Manor is a terrible host and doesn't do this for you, probably because he's too busy planning your death. Asshole.). The effects in the ride are so cool and hold up, especially the Pepper's Ghosts effect. The rooms are distinct and eccentric. The Grim Grinning Ghosts song is absolutely delightful, and it's such a nice touch that you can distinguish the vocals of different ghosts you see in the graveyard. I should also just give a shout-out to the soundtrack for the ride as a whole, which wonderfully warps the Grim Grinning Ghosts theme to match the scene you're in. The ride also does such a good job of plunging you straight into the experience with facade of the mansion (I adore the look of the conservatory) and the queue. The tombstones are so funny and I really appreciate the interactive elements they added in the exterior section. And then you get inside the mansion, hear the Ghost Host's narration, and get into the Stretching Room. How can I describe that room other than frightfully fun? So, why Walt Disney World instead of Disneyland? I prefer experiencing the changing portraits on the ride rather than in the queue. I love the library as the setting for the busts that watch you. The music room with the ghost you can only see in shadow playing a version of Grim Grinning Ghosts is captivating. And, my goodness, the staircase room takes my breath away and I love watching the ghostly footsteps on the stairs. It's even going to have the Hatbox Ghost soon (I am not weighing in on the discourse over the potential location for him).

"I love it. I love ghosties. I love the effects. I love women who murder their husbands. I love the jaunty tunes. I love having to stop for 4 minutes not even partway into the ride and having to watch the same things going on for ages. I love a good ghoul ride, man "

"Epic conveyer belt keeps the line moving (though that won't always stop the line from being long)."

Great Movie Ride: WDW Hollywood Studios

Propaganda:

"The best 22 minutes in AC on a hot Floridian day that will forever be missed."

"IT WAS SO IMMERSIVE!!! And the guides were apart of the ride and there were 2 different path at one point, the Western or Gangster, and hiding in the animatronics would be a real person and they would take over the ride from the host, ALIEN MOVIE scary part, then in a later scene in Indiana Jones part, the host would trick them into a "curse" and take the ride back! (just watch the video xD)THEN you went through freaking Oz! There was no ride like it before or after and I will never get over them getting rid of it!"

[richmonds-disaster-bi]

Roy/Keeley/Jaime idea: Jaime is a hell of a lot smarter than people give him credit for. Unfortunately his two lovers are among those people. Roy's a bit more blunt about thinking Jaime's a bit of a dunce but Keeley too is a bit oblivious. One night Keeley is getting frustrated with something she's working on on her laptop, so Jaime offers to help. Keeley gently rebuffs him while Roy scoffs saying Jaime will make the computer self-destruct if he gets his hands on it. Finally fed up, Jaime just takes the laptop, solves Keeley's powerpoint problem with effortless ease, tells both Roy and Keeley that he's not a complete moron like they think he is, before holing himself up in the guest room for the night. Roy and Keeley feel super guilty and it only gets worse when Jaime is ice cold to them for days after, refusing to interact with them in any way. They find out Jaime's not just good at computer stuff, but that he's secretly certified in a whole bunch of useful skills. How are they gonna get their "Smart!Tartt" back?

Everyone always assumes Jamie had only one thing on his mind growing up, or two really: football and later women, but the truth is Jamie had a lot of time to kill when he wasn't training or playing matches. His mum was a single mum who worked hard to keep them a float and wasn't always there, and his dad only wandered back when he wanted something, so Jamie would spend a lot of time watching shows or occasionally reading books and through that learned how to do a lot of things. Later, he started watching youtube videos and learning skills he thought he might need like basic computer skills, handy skills for home repairs, and basic things because he assumes he might hve to do them himself someday

Keeley and Roy had always called him talented and said Jamie was smart in other ways, so despite Roy calling him an idiot, he believes that they think he's smarter than others give him credit for. Until they make a few comments and it hurts, but he just laughs them off until Keeley manages to delete an important presentation she is meant to be giving to a conference that she's already nervous about. He offers to help, and in her stress she snaps, and pushes him away because "You'll only make it worse Jamie just stop pretending you know about these things", and Roy tries to sooth them both but fucks up by saying something like "We know its not your strog suit", and Jamie tells them both to get fucked, takes her laptop and is able to restore the presentation and leaves the room. Roy and Keeley think he needs time to cool off and they both feel guilty and are planning a way to apologise when Jamie isn't in bed and the guest room is locked.

It's even worse the next day when Jamie is cold to them and takes his own car to practice, and goes home for the first time for a night in weeks since they've all been staying at Keeleys. When Roy tries to speak to him to ask him to come home, Colin and Isaac stop him and glare at him, so it's over a week before they can actually get Jamie to come home so they can make it up to him.

Roy cooks them dinner, all of Jamie's favourites, including cheat meals, and Keeley spends time asking Jamie for help with things or just asking him about random subjects that Jamie has knowledge on, and Jamie knows they're trying to just make things okay and says so but Roy just cuts him off with a kiss and a " Yes, we want to make things better and apologise, but we also think it's fucking hot that you're not only great at football, but that you're smart and know these things so shut up and tell me more about that history thing" which makes Jamie melt (he does make a dig "tell you? didn't you live it grandad?") but he does shyly tell them more while cuddled between them and talk about the things he learned to do which earns him soft praises and kisses and promises to never make him feel that way again

[winterpinetrees]

It continues.

Episode 3: Adar

oh boy the orcs are digging tunnels. why? uh something something tolkien hated industrialization.

This Numenorian armor… is ugly. I like the rest of what they're doing with Numenor but that armor is really not it.

Okay they’ve turned Miriel into a girl boss and not one of the Faithful. I presume they have removed the incest to match. 

Nice character establishing moment for Isildur. He’s clever and protects his crew. too bad he’ll get corrupted by the ring. 

wish i could say the fantasy racism was invented by Amazon. its not. 

this sigil/mordor plan makes no sense at all. why is Sauron carving an evil dogwhistle on the body of his enemy at the height of their strength. Sauron is also not the sort of guy to really think things out in advance (citation: getting his physical form destroyed with Numenor)

So the harfoots abandon anyone they dislike? That isn’t very hobbit of them.

I like Isildur and Arondir but not much else. Galadriel's done some cool stuff but I know that the boring man is her default love interest and also Sauron so it's just tiring.

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Episode 4: The Great Wave

Celebrimbor is a fool. Also I am pretty sure Earendil’s ship was made of mithril back in the First Age. The Valar might haven given it to him though so idk what my point is other than that Celebrimbor is going to walk confidently into his horrible death next season.

not Isildur! they’re giving him a dramatic backstory nooo just let him be a kid. It's so much more compelling if he's a kid trying to do the right thing who doesn't fully understand what's going on.

I like the Palantir visual, but the Numenor plot’s timeline is so distorted from canon that it’s distracting. One of Numenor’s canon crimes is too much intervention in the southlands. They form colonies that survive the fall and then turn evil. (its racist in multiple overlapping ways but those are themes you need to acknowledge when you read Tolkien)

Galadriel as warrior is so funny actually. I don’t think that woman even picked up a sword for the battle of the last alliance, when things were beyond desperate.

I still can’t believe there’s a character named Theo. A hobbit named Sam or Elanor I can see, but a Second Age human named Theo? Not even short for Theoden or anything? Just Theo? The sword plotline doesn’t seem like something Tolkien would do. It’s so bluntly magical. This isn't a YA novel.

Seeing dwarven women is so weird. I’d gotten Terry Pratchett’s “dwarves have one gender and it’s dwarf” in my head and forgotten that wasn’t actually a thing.  Durin's wife is cool though.

nooo Elrond is sad about his parents! so sorry my guy. You’ll get to see him and Elwing in about 3000 years. but not your daughter or twin. his story is so sad agh.