#fuck i just want to fucking tell my family that i love them and i want to hug them and feel loved and god i just dont fucking know how to

[storiesaplenty]

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Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Oral (m receiving) Cum swallowing. Reader is a bit naive due to a sheltered upbringing.

WC : 956

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"Come on now love. No need to be shy. Go on." I said to her as I ran my fingers through her hair.

I could feel how nervous she was as she kneeled before me.

She bit her lip as she most likely contemplated how she even ended up in this position.

The moment she moved in, I was drawn to her.

The eldest daughter of religious man and wife, who kept their daughters on a short leash.

Never once I have seen them spend any time with someone that isn't a member of the family.

But one day, oh one day she was alone.

I saw her walking along her family's property line, as the sun as just set.

"Hello there neighbour." I called out in a friendly tone, making her jump as she was not expecting anyone all the way out here.

Before she could even respond, I could hear her father's annoying voice call out her name, telling her to come back home.

She gave me a soft smile, like she was apologizing for being rude, as she never even got to introduce herself to me, but I already knew her name.

I knew everything about her after watching her for weeks now.

"May I ask what your name is? My name is Remmick."

She looked back over her shoulder, and then back at me, quickly telling me her name.

"Aaa, a beautiful name for a beautiful woman."

Her eyes went wide at me complimenting her, then muttering about how she must leave.

I waved goodbye as she ran back to her home, fighting ever urge I had not to chase after her and make her mine, but I knew if I waited, I would have her eating out of the palm of my hand.

And I did wait.

I went back to her property line every night, and there she was, waiting for me.

Each night she told me about herself and her family.

I told her bits and pieces about me, which slowly gained her trust, but she was still very naive about the world, due to her overprotective parents.

The first time I kissed her, she gasped, pulling back.

"What is the matter darlin'?"

"My momma said that kissing a man who I am not married too is a sin."

"Now, if it is so sinful, why do I want to keep kissing you?" I asked before kissing her again, this time deepening the kiss.

I laid us down in the tall grass, my body leaning over top of hers as we made out.

I pulled back, knowing she needed air. Her eyes were closed as I pulled my head away.

"Now, we don't have to do that again, but I sure do want too." Her eyes slowly opened as she nodded her head in agreement.

Each night, I pushed the the boundary with her just a little bit until this very moment.

Where I have her on her knees, her lips swollen with kisses, her eyes glazed over as she looked up at me as I pulled my cock out of my pants.

Her hands gripping my thighs as she watched me, never missing a moment.

"Now, just take the tip in your mouth and softly suck. No remember, no teeth love." If I could breathe, I would most likely be holding in my breath as I watched her slowly lean in and do as I say.

The moment her sweet lips, wrapped around the tip of my cock, I let out a low groan, wanting nothing more than to push her head down and fuck her face, but that time will come.

"You're doing so well for me." I cooed as I patted her cheek gently.

She tried to smile around my cock.

"Go on now, take me down your throat until you can't anymore. Take your time."

She took a deep breath and took another inch in her mouth, her eyes on me the whole time, as mine were on her, not wanting to miss a moment of this.

She went until she gagged, pulling her head back so my cock was no longer in her mouth.

"That's okay love, we will work on that." She gave me a confused look as I urged her to continue what she was doing.

I kept my noises low as she sucked me off, not wanting to draw any attention to the two of us or this game will be over and I was so close to finishing.

"Now, I am going to cum, and you are going to swallow it all." I warned her, not wanting to hold back any longer.

I knew by her confused look on her face that she had no idea what I was talking about.

That was until the first rope of my cum hit the back of her throat.

She wanted to pull away, but I just held her head there, moaning her name over and over again.

"Shit darlin' you did so well for me." I told her as I pulled my cock from her mouth.

She wiped her mouth with the hem of her dress. "What was that?"

Poor little thing, she really is sheltered from the world, so I told her.

"But, but." I placed my finger on her lips, shushing her.

"Now did you like that?"

She nodded her head, yes.

"We can do it again or we can do something else." I could smell her. She was turned on, and probably had no idea she even was.

"What?" She asked.

"You shall see tomorrow love."

Tomorrow, she will be mine in more ways than one.

part 2 coming soon.

[y3sterdaysproblem]

they said speak now - m.s.

summary: you and matt had been best friends since the moment you were born, rarely doing anything without him by your side. your families have always expected the two of you to end up together, but when matt gets a girlfriend that hates you and desperately attempts to destroy your relationship, you’re forced to confront the truth about your feelings for him. will your bond survive the test, or will the pressure of love, jealousy, and change push you apart?

wc: 1.5k

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Part six

Everything felt normal for once. No girlfriend, no distractions, not even any brothers around, just you and Matt spending the day together like you used to. It felt good.

“Okay, maybe I was a little too aggressive on that kid, but he called Chris a bitch and that was fucked up! We were kids!” Matt laughs loudly from across the table, sending you into another fit of giggles. You both were at the new cafe in the city you asked to go to, sitting outside in the breezy summer air, each eating a little pastry as you sipped on your drinks.

“I call Chris a bitch all the time,” you remind him, raising your eyebrows slightly as you peer over your sunglasses at him. Matt rolls his own eyes, a sassy expression he’s mastered over the years. “Yeah, but that doesn’t matter. You’re like our sister, you could call us anything.” He tells you, grabbing his drink and taking a long sip of it.

Sister? Maybe to Nick and Chris but for Matt it felt different than a sister. You try to hide the way you want to grimace at his words, not only due to it hurting your feelings but also just the fact that the thought of him thinking of you as a sister felt a little gross when that’s definitely not what you were thinking when you were around him.

“I’m practically just an extension of all of you,” you joke, trying to stay on whatever weird path Matt was on. You both finish up with your pastries and decide to walk around for a little bit with your drinks, popping into a shop here and there, before deciding to plant yourself on a bench on a pier, legs swinging as you look out onto the water.

“So,” you start slowly, turning your head to look at Matt. He looks at you as well, nose scrunched up slightly as he squints to avoid too much sun in his eyes. “You really like Amber, huh?” Matt licks his lips, not fully expecting you to ask that but not completely caught off guard either.

“I do,” he nods, smiling slightly. “She’s really nice, she’s a good listener and likes talking to me, too, she remembers weird little things I tell her about myself or my family…” he rambles for a few more moments before sucking in a deep breath to stop himself. “I really wish you guys could see eye to eye. Every interaction you two have had has been negative and I’m not saying you have to be her best friend but I really do want her around and I just… I guess I’m just asking you to try.”

The way he’s speaking you can tell he’s being genuine. He has no idea you’re painfully in love with him, has no idea that it’s obvious to everybody except for him, including Amber. She could read you like a fucking book, see the way you look at Matt and know all of your secrets. You sigh and shift your whole body on the bench to face him, staring at his scrunched up expression.

“I’ll try,” you tell him, shooting him a tight lipped smile. “I’ll ask her if we can start over, take her out to coffee and we can try to have some sort of relationship. I’ll tell her that we’re nothing but friends and that you don’t have feelings for me.” Matt’s expression lights up at this, eyes wide despite the sun glaring in them. “Really?” He asks excitedly. You nod, reaching for your phone in your pocket. You unlock it and open your camera, holding it in front of Matt’s face and snapping a photo, laughing softly.

“Sun in your eyes,” you tell him goofily, showing him the picture. He laughs, too before bringing his hand up to his face, casting a shadow over his eyes. “I’m gonna go blind from forgetting sunglasses,” he jokes, but you laugh and nod along because that reality didn’t seem so far fetched.

The rest of the day goes by the same way, quality time spent with your best friend completely interrupted due to his girlfriend being preoccupied with her family. You wished it could be like this forever, even if you couldn’t call him yours, you just missed him always having time for you like he used to.

Later in the day, right before the sun was about to start setting, you guys found yourselves at the beach, laid out side by side with your arms folded underneath your head, eyes up towards the sky. “Do you remember your first crush?” You ask Matt suddenly, head turning to face him as he answers your question.

“Like, a real crush or a celebrity crush?” Matt inquires, turning his head to meet your eyes. You shrug as best as you can in this position. “Either. Both, if you want,” you answer him.

He hums, eyes darting around as he thinks. “Well my first celebrity crush was probably Megan Fox. Can’t go wrong with her, she’s been beautiful forever,” he starts, a goofy grin on his face. “And my first real crush was probably… well… you.”

Your eyes widen at his words, not expecting that to be his answer. “Me?” You ask in shock, your expression making him laugh as he nods his head. “I mean, yeah. We were together every waking moment of every day, of course I was going to develop a crush on you. Don’t worry, it went away a few years ago so you don’t have to worry about me secretly being in love with you.”

You laugh like you know you’re supposed to, genuinely finding it funny aside from the part where you wished he still felt the same, still wanted you the way you wanted him, but even if he did have a crush on you, who’s to say if it was even the same as you felt? Your feelings were all consuming, a sickening desire for the boy laid out next to you trapping your every thought, feeling incomplete without him there to be your missing piece. It wasn’t a crush, it was full blown love.

“What about you?” Matt asks, tearing you from your thoughts. “Hm?” You question, momentarily forgetting what you were talking about. “Your first crushes, who were they?” He reminds you.

“Oh, right,” you nod, pondering for a moment. “My first celebrity crush was probably… Logan Lerman in Percy Jackson,” you laugh at the admission, finding Matt’s nod of understanding slightly funny. “And my first real crush was… Chris.”

Matt gasps and his face contorts into disgust, a loud ‘yuck!’ leaving his lips. “Chris?! Not me?!” He squeals, rolling onto his side to face you as you giggled loudly. “He’s funny! He makes me laugh and he’s always been cute!” You defend through your laughter, not fully lying. Chris definitely was cute, but that’s all you thought when it came to attraction.

“But he’s so.. gross!” Matt groans, shaking his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe I admitted to having a crush on you and you turn around and say you liked Chris. I’m actually disgusted and maybe even a little heartbroken.”

“Do you want me to have a crush on you?” You ask suddenly, secretly hoping he’d say yes, that his feelings never went away and he was just using Amber to try and forget about you. His eyes widen and he shakes his head, cheeks dusting pink cutely. “No,” he says shyly, lips curling into a small smile. “Not now, at least. Maybe a couple years ago but you were too busy thinking Chris was cute.”

You scoff, throwing an arm over your eyes to ignore Matt to the best of your abilities, knowing you’d never live down the admission of your Chris crush, but the reality of living with that versus telling Matt the truth seemed infinitely easier.

Ignoring him didn’t last long when he decided to grab a handful of sand and sprinkle it over your face, causing you to rip your arm from your eyes and smack his hand away as you sputtered and coughed, spitting sand from your mouth. “Ew!” You yell, grabbing your own handful to throw at his face, making him let out a mixture between a laugh and a cough, his eyes clenched shut from the impact.

You continued to play fight in the sand as the sun began to set behind you, the sounds of the crashing waves creating the perfect background music to the happy giggles that squealed from your lips, and you couldn’t help but wish it could always be like this.

But it couldn’t, and your life would never be the same as it was.

[sidollie]

Idk if this is where you take requests, hopefully it is!

breading kink Simon and infertile reader

where every time they do it, no matter when where or what position Simon is always muttering about he's gonna fill you up, that he can't wait to see your belly all swollen and reader hates it because 1 reader never liked the idea of pregnancy or being pregnant and 2 readers infertile. but she's been too scared to bring it up because Simon seems so obsessed with idea of getting her full with his kid but one day on the middle of him rambling on about it she spits out "i'm infertile."

if you're able to turn this into something i'd love that it's been stuck in my head for ages

༉‧₊˚. Simon Riley breeding reader but she's infertile cw// ᴍᴅɴɪ, breeding, obsessed simon riley, mentions of infertility

𐙚 Simon Riley had always wanted a child, it was his dream to be a loving father to his kid. To be the kind of father his own couldn't be, so when he married you, his sweet little luvie. He wanted you swollen with his child as soon as possible, his pretty little wifey all stuffed and filled with his seed.

So tonight, here he was again stretching out your sweet cunt with his fat thick cock— he says it once again

"Gonna put a baby in ya, swee'heart. Gonna watch y'swell with it, keep ya stuffed so full you’ll feel me fer days."

But you’re tired. Tired of hearing him groan into your neck about how he’s going to breed you, fill you up and how he's so hopeful about a kid— his kid. So when he growls,

“Can’t wait t'see ya round and full of me.”

“I’m infertile.”

It slips out suddenly, an ugly truth. You don’t mean to say it, not like this, not with Simon buried deep inside you, his calloused hands gripping your plush hips and him groaning about how he'll get you pregnant. No, but it is said now, and you hate it.

Not because of him— God, never because of him but because it isn’t possible. You’ve known since the doctor looked at you with those eyes, pity drowning in them as he broke the harsh reality to you. You’ll never carry a baby, never feel that kind of stretch, never have a bump to caress but simon… Simon dreams about it every time he touches you and you hate yourself for the fact that you can't give him that happiness.

Everything stills, his hips freeze mid-thrust as his breath catches. You can’t— won't look at him. You stare at his rugged chest instead, scared to face him as you wait for his response. you brace yourself for every worse thing possible, waiting for him to pull out, for denial, for rejection, for anger

But all he does instead is let his hands slide up your sides, his rough palms feel soft and gentle now, as he burry his forehead between your neck and shoulder , body trembling as his muffled voice cracks slightly,

“Why didn’ ya tell me?”

“I'm sorry, I-I didn’t want to ruin it for you, you want a family. You want—”

“You. I want you.”

You try to turn to look at his face but he doesn’t let you, he stays inside you, his inked arms wrapped around your body like armor, like he’s scared you’ll disappear if he lets go. After a moment he speaks, his voice thick with emotions as he whispers,

“I do want a baby, so damn bad it fuckin' hurts. But more than that? I want you. If we can’t do it naturally, we’ll find another way, IVF, Surrogacy, Adoption, I don’t give a fuck just as long as it’s with you.”

“But you always talk about it like it’s the only thing you want.”

“I talk about it because the thought of you carrying ma child drives me insane. The idea of the world knowing yer mine? It fucks with my head dovie.”

He presses a kiss to your neck, as his hips start to move again, slow and gentle

“But I love ya more than that fantasy. And if you can’t give me a baby… I’ll still keep filling you up like you can because you'll already be carrying something of mine swee'heart, and that part? That’s not about a baby. That’s about owning you, claiming you, and I’ll never stop doing that swee'heart”

Tears flood your eyes as you choke on a sob, broken 'I'm sorry's' fall from your mouth continuously. You can feel your neck getting wet as his body trembles slightly from the realisation that the thing he had dreamt of for years is the same thing he can never have but it's okay, because you're here with him. He's ready to try everything with you. He pushes deeper in you, kissing your neck and shoulder he doesn’t mutter about breeding this time.

"I'm sorry"

"Shh don't be luvie, I love you. We’ll find a way together, swee'heart"

@sidollie

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a/n: I bawled writing this

[chipthekeeper]

Today I had the displeasure of reading the words “we get it vel is sad and gay can we move on” and several other similarly ridiculous things on twitter a website not to be named, so I spent my whole 45 minute drive home just absolutely fuming with the need to defend my girl. Most of you know I've already done this in a broad sense before (defending her as a character and as half of a complicated relationship on her appreciation Friday), but let me focus in on what we’ve gotten from Vel so far in season two for now. Because yeah, it might not have been exactly what I was hoping to see, but it’s meaningful as hell and Faye is doing a fucking incredible job and deserves to be applauded for it.

Look. Even if all she was doing was being sad and gay, I would be here for that. You know this. Those are two of my most favorite qualities of her. But let’s not pretend that all she’s doing is “mourning her gay situationship” and forget why we’re seeing her in this arc in the first place. She’s Mon’s cousin and closest confidant, and she’s Chandrilan. Stuck between these two facts is a conflict for Vel. She HAS to be at this three-day-long heteronormative child wedding from hell because someone she loves needs her support, but she hates every second of it. She hates this place, these people, this culture, probably even the clothes on her back. She looks uncomfortable just about every second she’s on screen in this arc, ESPECIALLY in the third episode.

See?

Something you may or may not have noticed – even I didn’t really register it until I started thinking about all of this because watching three fucking episodes all in one night made them all blur together – but Vel DOESN’T ACTUALLY SAY A WORD IN THE THIRD EPISODE. She has no lines. Vel’s extreme stress and discomfort are conveyed only through Faye’s body language and facial expressions. To complain about this and cry about her only being “sad and gay” is a huge discredit to the performance and I simply won’t stand for it.

Like yes, she’s sad and gay but why can’t we take a second to think about what that means? Look at her circumstances, even leaving out the Cinta of it all for a second. This is a person who must have realized at a very young age that she was not only different but very likely going to either live a completely miserable life or be a disappointment to her very wealthy family and her society at large, and being back here in the middle of it all for an occasion like this hurts fucking deeply even if it’s a weird tradition and she wants no part in it. I can tell you this for a fact because I have fucking lived it. As a gay person, I have no desire whatsoever to take part in a traditional religious marriage or wedding ceremony like the one my sister had a couple years ago, but being at her wedding and the party that followed was overwhelming and painful because I spent so much time thinking something along the lines of “even if I had someone in my life to do this with, these same people – my family – would never celebrate my love this way.”

Now, is that what Vel’s thinking about as she stands next to the other unmarried women (i.e. teenage children) watching her niece’s first dance with her new husband? Perhaps not. But the way she breaks down after seeing Cinta sure looked an awful lot like how I looked sitting outside in the dark and the rain, drunk as I’ve ever been, while my sister’s reception carried on behind me.

And this, to me in particular, is what’s so great about Vel as a character – as a STAR WARS character – and why I will never ever complain about seeing her be “sad and gay.” For the first time ever in my favorite franchise, I get to see myself so clearly. She’s sad and gay, yes, but she’s also fiercely supportive of her family (the part she likes, anyway) – she takes Mon’s hand in support when she needs it, and she seems ready to snap at Kleya for even being around and creating the possibility of trouble at this function. She’s sad and gay, yes, but she’s on the front line of a fucking rebellion. Just because you don’t see it in this arc because that’s not where the story is focused doesn’t mean that’s not still true, and we’ll see that again come next week I’m sure.

I don’t really know how to wrap this up, but the point is if you’re tired of what’s happening with Vel in this show, you’re probably not paying enough attention. I want more of her and more for her to do as much as anybody (that’s a lie, I want it SO MUCH FUCKING MORE THAN ANYBODY, fucking try me), but there’s already a whole ocean of her character to explore with just what we have, if you only bother to stop and consider it.

[himbopunk]

for hakim:

the loss of harding and the realization of the loss of varric were a 1-2 punch for hakim. they were the two people there that knew him before anyone else there, they started this together, the rogue squad!! even with neve saying her bellara harding and him started this its like, yeah, but it goes a step beyond that for him w these two, they travelled together for Months, and he knew varric for years before that. (he thinks of isabela, of whether she knows, whether he has to tell her, does everyone know about varric but him?). idk the loss of both are so intertwined to me and while i think a part of hakim Did know i think the denial he wouldve wanted to cling to only made it easier for solas's illusion to settle in. and hes so fucking pissed off for harding, hes glad she at least got to bring back the memory of her people to some extent but she didnt deserve this. he would never take the choice from her if he could go back, its antithetical to everything he is, but she didnt Deserve it. and god does he still feel responsible (it was her choice but if he had been quicker, smarter, would she have had to make it?) especially once he goes and talks to taash. theyre really the only 'family' the other has left. maybe they both got isabela? but still. theyre still grieving their mother, he cant imagine what theyre going through.

which leads into the everyone else of it all. taash is a mess, understandably so, i think emmrich and davrin were the main force of holding everyone together but even theyre falling apart at the seams... lucanis will not leave his side for fear of losing him again if he looks away for even a second, like hes not sure its real, neve is overjoyed to have him back but is scared to hope for bellara as well. (this was already a result far too happy ending-y than anything shed expect, should she hope a second time or should she be happy that hakim is here. if she does hope does she worry about not seeming glad hes back..? idk. she shows it in her own ways but the distance while she 'grieves' bellara is still felt)

i think hakim would love nothing more than to check on everyone else and keep an eye on them but nobody is really letting him, not like before. especially once they hear what happened with the fade prison, what hed been dealing with with varrics spectre... even taash is like dude ive had weeks for this, and yesterday i thought i lost /all/ my family. but today i still got you, stop worrying about me lets just kick blighted god ass already.

for iktom:

i am evil and terrible to him and sacrificed davrin (&assan) despite them being together. only one warden gets to have a new lease on life in this house i guess. i think hes like. absolutely so fucking sick with grief. like, he reasons w it a bit cuz davrin knew the risks, they all did, even before the vg they were both wardens, even if theyd met each other in better circumstances there was the possibility that things would always end up this way but it doesn't make it hurt any less. i think he tries to go to davrins room and nearly vomits off the side of the lighthouse, harding and taash comes and brings him inside the main hall. bellara maybe tells him that theyd been working on contacting his clan, if he wants to meet them after the battle. (also like, assan is not a child he is an animal but i feel like davrins comments about him being their half bird half cat kid and the combination of losing them both adds a level of retraumatizatikn wrt losing his daughter on Top of everything. this will probably lead into some relationship conflict with emmrich in the future but.. not right now)

varric was less of a mentor figure to iktom, they were closer to being peers/just plain old friends. it still hurts, but i think of the blows here its not as much of a gutpunch to him. especially when varric seemed in this nonrecovering limbo for months, like.. i think iktom kinda saw the writing on the wall at a certain point, like sure yes some injuries take time to bounce back from but.. idk his relationship with grief is super complicated but he did get a type of closure with varric that hed never gotten before with any loss hed experienced (or at least from the impression of him that solas's blood magic left in his mind). letting go of a ghost feels a bit different is all.

with the others... i think about lucanis w blighted neve and how quick iktom is to check in on him, suggest she may still be alive and i think he wants to help especially cuz theyre very close friends by this point (and he did think he saw lucanis fall as well i forget that happens right before the fade prison too whoof) but to some extent i think checking on everyone else is a sort of deflection esp with the davrin stuff. taash and harding i think have been taking point in this version of events (bellara and lucanis are reeling from neve, emmrich nearly loses both his partners and drives himself mad on the dagger thing the second he realizes there may be a chance at getting iktom back. for just this once he can defy the inevitable). they kinda clock iktoms thing for what it is, talk to emmrich about it. emmrich and iktom take a moment to themselves which i think emmrich already wanted to do but this kind of makes it Necessary. obviously iktom needs to process still, but that was important for him to have his head back in the game, and redirect his and everyones focus on the new game plan. i think theres a slight bit of concern still in how quickly he tries to bounce back into the offense but.. if there was ever a time for it ykno?

*banging pots and pans together*

Yoo-hoo! People who love angst!

Tell me what happened when your Rook got back to the Lighthouse after being trapped in the Fade prison and had to deal with the realizing

1) their friend they just spent their whole adventure with was dead

2) Varric was actually dead and they were talking to a magical projection that whole time

3) everything had gone to complete shit while they were missing and their friends were having an extended (but productive) panic attack

[luigilore]

you had enough. there was only so much you could endure. you loved him so much, but it was clear his love didn't extend the same way back to you. you decided to end it after a year. winter break of your 4th year to be exact. it was by far the most emotionally taxing relationship you had ever been in. you had him blocked on everything. imessage, instagram, snapchat, facebook, twitter, your fucking upenn email address. everything. you deserved better, you told yourself. it was hard to distance yourself from someone who played a huge role in your life and was so heavily involved in your social circle. he tried to reach out, of course he did. but you were done. done with the mixed signals. done with the lies. done with feeling like you’d never be enough. it was hard, but it was for the best. you told yourself it would be the last time on a number of occasions, but you always went back. he would come to your house with pre rolls, you two would avoid the issue, get high, have sex, he would be gone again, and pull the same shit again. an endless loop. it would be impossible to ignore him. he was always right there, at every function, get-together, frat party… always there, always staring with the same look in his eyes. other men knew not to talk to you out of respect for some bullshit bro code over a man who refused to even label your relationship. luigi ruined your life. you were going 2 months strong no-contact, successfully shutting down every possible route luigi took to try and get back with you. 

sophie had been at brian’s that night, and you were working to finish a thesis. frantic banging on your door startled you. you shuffled out of bed and opened the door to your dorm to find him. dishevelled - rough looking. his eyes had a red gleam to them, but it wasn’t weed. you know your boy. “i’m so fucking sorry. i love you so fucking much and i dont deserve you—” “what do you want, luigi?” you cut him off. “please baby, just hear me out. i cant fucking live without you.” he jumbles his words together, frantically. “no. you don’t get to come and ruin my life every chance you get. i said i’m done. fuck you, luigi. leave me alone.” you scream at him. silence fills the space and a pang of regret hits you after. the look on his face killed you. “i’m sorry. i understand. please know how much i love you.” he says with teary eyes as he turns to walk away. “wait.” you call out. he turns around. “come in. you have 10 minutes.”

10 minutes turned into 3 hours. tears, apologies, and i love you’s. from both sides. luigi tells you everything. his health struggles, family life, his pressures. everything. you finally understand his mind & motives. he tells you he wants to make it official, you tell him you need time. time to figure everything out, and decide if he even deserved to be back in your life. he said he understood, and left with a hug. life moved on after that. luigi remained a constant. walking you to and from class, helping you with your homework, and free weed of course. you still loved him, no matter what. time heals all, as they say. by the time spring break rolled around, you and luigi had another sit down. you told him you were ready. you also gave him a list of conditions, and told him if he broke any, you wouldn't hesitate to leave. for good. he said he understood. the first kiss after was unforgettable. so many unspoken emotions in one action. you broke the news to your friends after, they were all so happy for you two. luigi proved to be the best boyfriend ever, defying all your expectations. graduation came soon after. your group had a celebratory smoke sesh. you sat comfy in luigi’s lap, excited to build a future with the man you loved so much.

-gymrat anon <33

omg omg thank you for blessing us with this saga 😫 love this dynamic sm like

blocking him on the upenn email address STOP after u get an email from lnm98@upenn.edu asking if u guys can just talk that day after he holds his ta office hours lmfao  

every time he’d come over he’d tell u it would really be different this time asking “why don't u believe me” w/ his full chest and ur just like uhhh “why would I?”

“other men knew not to talk to you out of respect for some bullshit bro code over a man who refused to even label your relationship.” UMMMMMMM just the idea of a guy trying to flirt w u at a party and lu is staring u down a few feet away and the guy is like "uhhh do u know him?"

when he finally shows up at ur apartment in the early hours of the morning, u want to shut the door in his face but ur starting to get upset and louder and u dont want ur neighbors to wake up so u pull him in

and when he takes his hood off u can see how messy his hair is, how his eyes are red with dark circles underneath, his jawline sharper...

and he hoarsely opens up to u like just spills out of him he tells u abt all the treatments and doctors appointments he's secretly been to, how graduation, getting his masters, and job hunting were all culminating to make him retreat entirely into himself

after ur early morning talk u guys have of a weird but needed and nice vibe of just being friends in a way you never really had been before, rebuilding trust etc

omg omg wait during spring break imagine going on a trip with ur friend group and sitting out by the beach alone at night as the sun begins to set and that's when u tell him ur ready??!!! 

the sex that night too… stfu 

AND GRADUATION... throwing ur caps in the air together during the ceremony, all the like official coupley things like pictures ur parents insist on taking arghhh

omg and he'd tell u the most ridiculously romantic shit when he's high too just no filter and incredibly earnest making u melt ughghh

[drop-dead-dropout]

okay i am having a weirdly hard time sending the emojis for the headcanon meme so i'll send them the really wordy way: for Jean Viquemare

when was the last time they cried? how do they laugh? what would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud?

hahaha the fucking emojis. it's okay I honestly prefer it this way so I don't have to go back and check lol. so anyways:

1) I think jean is the type of person where it's hard to say because he's often doing that half-cry thing where one or both of his eyes is a bit teary but he's not really crying if that makes sense. but if you want to know the last time I think he had an actual, honest-to-god, punching the walls and sobbing meltdown (as of a vaguely post-canon timeframe)?

my opinion: he and harry have a fight before martinaise. it's not then. harry calls the station and reveals he's gotten piss-drunk and sold his gun (in my mind, jean absolutely understands the implication of I Was Going To Shoot Myself even if harry never realizes it). it's not then, either. jean shows up at the whirling-in-rags ready to smooth things over and see harry laugh again, and harry doesn't even fucking know him; jean sees the crashed mc and realizes harry found another way to try to kill himself; jean watches as harry heaps praise onto his new partner, a respected lieutenant from another precinct, kim's way cooler than you; jean eventually leaves, full of rage, only to find out that as soon as he left harry got shot and almost fucking died without him there; jean stands across from the vacant mannequin shaped like his partner, realizing possibly for the first time that harry's memories aren't going to come back this time and his best friend is fucking dead, forever. and it's not any of those times.

but a week or so later, when harry's back from his too-short medical leave, and kim's transfer paperwork is still going through, jean is in the basement trying to get this damn printer to work and suddenly it hits him, that he was waiting. he hasn't cried yet because ever since that shitty goddamn fight he's been holding on to a little piece of agony, the kind that only fucking harry could ever give him, because of course, harry's just sooooo fucking special isn't he, but—

he's gone. he's not coming back. jean will never have a chance to— to what, exactly? punch him? hug him? grab him by his stupid fucking face and and force him to hold jean's gaze, to really see him, to see how fucking miserable he is, to see how much it killed him, to never look away again? would that have fixed this feeling? it doesn't matter. if it would've, he'll never know.

needless to say, he cries. a lot. and he kicks the ever-loving shit out of that printer. (harry gets him a mug that says "#2 destroyer of company property" to match the "#1 destroyer of company property" mug torson got him when he first came back.)

2) it depends on the situation. most of the time jean laughs like he's not actually capable of laughter. especially when he's annoyed. he'll straight up say "ha ha" out loud, not always sarcastically, he just genuinely cannot fucking laugh bro but he's trying so hard to emulate real human behavior. but if he's comfortable, and something REALLY sets him off, he'll damn near fucking fall over with the force of it, laughing until his stomach starts to hurt and his smoke-rotten lungs are begging him to stop. the first time harry makes him laugh like this post-amnesia, he gets an empathy passive that tells him that jean hasn't laughed this hard in 439 days, and he has to pass a 17% composure red check just to stop himself from doing something incredibly stupid like tackling jean in a hug and blubbering into his shoulder.

3) not sure about this one bc in my opinion I think he'd want to be cremated & I don't think he'd want a gravestone but here are his general postmortem wishes (as of the game's events) in order of most normal to ??? okay???

1. he'd prefer his ashes to be kept by a family member/lover/friend rather than scattered in any particular location (pretty normal thing to want, completely understandable)

2. he already has a container picked out to store said ashes (a bit morbid but sure)

3. he wants his horse, if still alive, to be present for the funeral, if there is one (... that's cute, but it kinda just sounds like you're expecting to be dead within the next 10-20 years my guy)

[bendersmind]

Let's talk about Sister Imperator #2

Alright, so while we're still reeling from the confirmation of Primo being Perpetua's uncle I wanna talk about Sister 2. Naturally I'm going to put this behind a cut (not that all of my posts don't take you behind a cut because I'm nothing if not a Millennial that uses Tumblr like a livejournal) because spoilers everywhere. For those of you who can go no further, have a gif

Alright, so, yeah. Imperator #2.

First of all, I love that she got her cannonball job because the guy who was supposed to be the cannonball was too fucking inept to do his job. But that's not really what's important here, is it?

So first, I want to make some important notes about what I picked up on.

The name "Sister Imperator" seems to not be a title at this point. It seems to be the last name of the family she's joined. Maybe-not-Nihil calls her "Sister Imperator. ruler of fear itself" and there is nothing particularly satanic about the show she's with at this point.

Maybe-Not-Nihil and Maybe-Mrs.-Psalatarian(honestly, I'm not super sure she is that Marika because I don't trust Trunchball Fuego as far as I can throw him) call their father "Tata" when he dies. That throws me a bit since they'd probably call him papa if he was, well, Papa. Which he should have been if the circus she was with was The Ministry.

Our next time marker is 1964, so this is 5 years before the night that Nihil fucked everything up. The date is signifigant because February 10th 1964 was when the Civil Rights Act passed and the following day was the Beatles' first official US concert. Not necessarily relevant to our story but a fun set piece to pick by Tumult.

The black haired dude is now probably-not-Nihil for 2 reasons. 1 they split up so she can go menace her evil ass stepfather and 2 journalist "spoils" that she let that guy(and POTENTIAL star) just go "poof". I think that the start of Imperator #1 where she is torturing and getting ready to murder her stepfather is after giving birth to our twins.

I draw the conclusion that this is post twins not only because she is clearly already part of the Ministry when she strings up her stepfather (notice the sigil he's hanging in) but it would also make sense as to why the twins would be raised by other people. She couldn't raise Copia or Perpetua because she was in prison. We still don't know much about what the hell was going on where she had to give them up but we do know that Copia had no clue she was his mother and Mrs. Psalatarian never told him.

It also might make up for Nihil's dumbass not knowing he was related to him. If Marika was his sister and he actually thought Copia was Psalatarian's son (LOL, sure, okay) he would be part of the bloodline. He would be the son of the daughter of the Papa that was Nihil's papa. Wow, what a fucking nightmare of a sentence that is. If, however, Marika is not a blood aunt but an "aunt" in the sense of an old family friend and just a "sister" in the sense of a Ministry sibling then he wouldn't be part of the bloodline but could still be the next most senior member of the Clergy. Maybe Marika never decided to pursue an upper level position in the religious part of the Ministry.

This actually brings up an interesting point. Is it possible that she sent Copia to Marika and then sent Psalatarian looking for her? Maybe she intended him to find Perpetua too but he didn't for whatever reason. And if she got out of prison sometime between the attempted murder of her stepdad and the reignition of the Ghost project she may have given up looking. In fact, I wonder if the reignition of the Ghost project was not her doing when she got out.

In any case, the Primo reveal tells us that at the very least Papa I is brother to Nihil. And maybe he was Papa from 1969 until Nihil had Terzo dragged off stage. The reasons for which I am still toying with and unsure of. I'll write out my thoughts on that at some point but at least with Imperator #2 we know that Sister is no stranger to murdering the fuck out of people.

Things to consider: Is it possible that Sister Imperator ended up in prison for like 30 years? Where are her prison tats? Was she a Satanic Chaplin on the inside? Can I run out of tumbtacks and yarn?

[louferrignojrofficial]

I've been mulling over this idea for a while, and since you seem to be in a Bucktommy yearning mood, I feel compelled to share it.

Note: This is speculation regarding their breakup.

I'm kind of on the fence about whether or not it was Tim's original intention to reconnect Buck and Tommy. From what we saw on screen, Tommy was definitively different from all of Buck's other love interests. Buck had pursued the relationship; he invited Tommy to his sister's wedding, he was the person shown as “family” when Tommy was called up to receive a medal, and he looked towards Tommy in a momentary pause after saying “our people” at the cowboy funeral. Up until 8x06, it seemed Tommy was the perfect match. However, it all came crashing down in the following episode, and this is where my speculation starts.

I operate on a 60/40 ratio on whether or not Bucktommy getting back together was the original intention. Based on post-breakup interviews, it appears as though neither Lou nor Oliver had any idea about whether or not they would reconcile. Tim has been known to conceal storylines from cast members until the last few seconds, and if I propose that Bucktommy reconciliation was inevitable, that means Tim either didn't want to tell them in case something changed, or he needed to break up to feel more raw for all involved parties.

Tim hinted in one post-episode interview that Buck was likely going to be involved in a rebound relationship in the second half of the season. That storyline was scrapped, but it is compelling that they had mutual pining established before the initial storyline. If Bucktommy's reconciliation was inevitable, the original second half of the season's storyline would relate to Tommy's breakup speech.

Bucktommy breakup-makeup storyline V1:

Tommy tells Buck he isn't ready and unsure of his feelings; he explores his sexuality, realizes new relationships are hollow, and eventually returns to Tommy.

In my opinion, if this was Tim's original idea, I think it's stupid. However, he didn't use it, so it seemed something changed his mind. Whether he came to that conclusion on his own or our relentless notes to ABC did something, we’ll likely never know. We never got a “Buck figuring out his sexuality.” Instead, we got 3 Tommy mentions in 4 episodes, a desperate Buck-Tommy ex-sex scene, and Tommy returning to witness one of the biggest moments on the show, with his grief directly tied to Buck.

Also, we had Tommy's reasoning for the breakup reversed. Tommy's reasoning for the breakup is now more closely tied to jealousy rather than doubts over Buck's sexuality.

I do not fall into Bucktommy reconciliation easily, primarily because I do not trust Tim. I could see Tim eventually going, “Welp, thanks for saving Chim, Tommy. Now that you and Buck have agreed you're better off as friends, you're free to go. Don't let the door hit you on the way out🖕,” but I could also see them heading towards reconciliation.

Apologies for the long post; I just needed to vent. I will be watching the next few episodes with my expectations in check, but I hope for the best. Have a nice night. :)

i also go back and forth as to whether tim planned to have them make up. because in the show, it seemed so clear that they wanted to be together, there wasn’t really anything stopping them from doing so other than… well. we all know.

and then they did 8x11, and THEN they did 8x15. it seems really fucking weird to do all that and spend all that money to both pay lou and pay millions for that helicopter scene just to be like ‘yeah he’s there but it means nothing for the relationship.’ because, again, it didn’t seem like there was any outside forces stopping them from being together.

i do think plans massively changed for the show in the hiatus and as soon as they came back. we know they added a whole other episode (8x13) which they filmed up to 5 DAYS before the episode aired. so i find it hard to believe tim planned from the breakup that he wanted to get them back together.

i think as it’s going right now, the chances are in our favour of bucktommy reconciling. but as we know, tim doesn’t plan far in advance, will give out scripts the day of filming, will cut people from the show with no warning, will film episodes so so close to the episode airing and is overall wildly unpredictable.

[livesbetweenpages]

#they make me sick! SICK! ABSOLUTELY FUCKIN NAUSEATED. like staahp 😭. please, it's getting to be too much.

#and is happy Chris has Buck turn to. and confesses the worst thoughts in his head after he has a breakdown.

and fuck what's so fuckin intresting to me, other than everything abt martyr!eddie, is that eddie's never had an issue with buck helping out when it comes to chris. it's like he's compartmentalized shit in his head so that helping chris ≠ helping him. it's so sad 😭 it's so fucked i'm literally crying-sobbing-inconsolable.

and he lets buck in during his breakdown (because chris called buck over mind you. idk if eddie ever would've called him if chris hadn't) but he shuts himself off again after that. i feel like they've just gotten to a point where eddie's ready to let buck take care of him 😭😭😭😭😭😭. did i mention that i'm literally crying-sobbing-inconsolable

pass me the tissues because I honestly cannot anymore!

Eddie, Eddie whose entire personhood is wrapped up in being a dad, to CHRIS!! And yet he doesn't see that Buck caring for Chris is yes, just about Chris on his own, as his own person, who Buck loves, they are BFFs, they go to the ZOO! they hang out so much that Buck can talk to him about girls! So much that they're playing video games while Eddie is like in the kitchen doing whatever. They have pranks. CHRIS KNOWS TO CALL BUCK FIRST the minute he knows something is wrong with Eddie. HE RUNS TO BUCK when he's so upset about his friends and family being away from him. They have their own relationship outside of Eddie.

AND YET!! There is no way Buck is not also caring about Chris BECAUSE he knows, HE KNOWS EDDIE LOVES THIS ONE! THIS KID! HIS KID so much so so much!!! That taking care of Chris is in turn taking care of Eddie and taking care of Eddie is in turn taking care of Chris and ALL OF THAT is Buck taking care of Buck because he loves them so much! He just wants them to be happy, and safe! It makes Buck happy and safe!!! He's so sad Eddie is leaving and yet he's happy! he tells Eddie how happy it's making him because Eddie and Chris will get to be where they belong: together!!

AND EDDIE either doesn't see it or won't see it or just won't admit it to himself for REASONS that I get but also MY GUY, MY MAN, MY PAL! YOU ARE SOOO LOVED IT DOES NOT MATTER IF IT'S SO MUCH YOU WANT TO EXPLODE THAT YOU HAVE TO BURY ANY ACKNOWLEDGEMENT OF IT LIKE A GRENADE. That ambulance is blowing up! It blew up and it blew up your life and you didn't die! In fact YOUR LIVING SO MUCH MORE RIGHT NOW!

like do not get me going about the symbolism of Eddie locking that door and BUCK BREAKING IT DOWN ANYWAY! CHRIS CALLED because EDDIE NEEDED HELP and Chris knew Buck would be there, no questions, and he'd HELP and he DID!!! Buck thought he was walking into a suicide and he BUSTED THAT WHOLE DOOR DOWN, after asking and calling out to Eddie. Like he didn't superman it, he asked! And when he didn't get an answer, well he risked it anyway!!

knock down the wall? he knocked down the door 4 seasons ago!! what is a wall?? Buck was inside the room!!!

And yes yes yes he is SO CLOSE he is on the precipice. That giant eyed YOU DID THAT? FOR ME????? Fuck! I will never ever get over the look on his face. If I were Buck I would've tackled him to the floor in that living room. YOU ARE SO SO LOVED EDDIE! You both are what am I talking about?! their whole lives searching (THE SEARCHERS!!) and then they found each other right when they needed each other and shook hands and never let go!

I need to lie on the floor!!!

[tailorofdeath13]

You are part of the problem.

This was and still somewhat is a safe place for all. Fandom, in general, should be a safe space for all. It's fiction. It is made up.

The only part of your little speech I can agree with is where you talk about showing fanfics to persons who are related to the fandom.

I think you just hate creativity. These stories you refer to kept me mostly sane and literally alive when I was at my lowest. You don't get to shame me for that. You don't get to tell me that I am the problem because I love reading people falling in love or finding/building a family or, or, or.... the list goes on and on.

While oversexualization is an issue, saying that the entire fandom now is just pwp is really an overkill. I don't really know any other fandom besides this one, but I think every other fanfom has pwp. Hell, some published books are literally just pwp.

And I think you have missed some chapters on fandom etiquette. Read and let read. You don't see me coming on here bashing on headcanons or ships or stories I don't like. I scroll past them, or I close the ao3 tab when I encounter something I don't like. That's it. No one forces me to read something I don't find entertaining for my tastes. Or if I find something out of my comfort zone. I just stop consuming that piece of media, whether it be a fanfic or anything, really.

And it is rather vile of you to come here and say we shouldn't touch these "well written" characters. I could write my thesis on all the ways JKR's world building and character writing are not good and actually are really problematic. At this point, I think the goal is to stray as far away as we can from the source material.

And by the way, "just using the names" is so incorrect. We all characterise these characters differently because we are different people. I know, shocking.

You can't expect an entire fandom to have one mind. We think differently. We live differently. We have different experiences, so that's going to show up in our fanfictions. And that is the beauty of it. Reading the thousandth Drarry fic and watching them fall in love in every single one of them in different ways with different characterisations is beautiful every time.

And I don't even want to comment on your apparent queerphobia. But I have to.

You not liking queer characterisations is absolutely fine. But a lot of us are queer. And we want queer representation. The real world out there is getting more awful each day, so yes, we are going to queer the shit out of these characters. And we are going to give them stories. We are going to give them a voice some of us don't have. We give them the happy ending we need. There are a million different ways a person can deal with real-life problems, and one of them is escaping to fiction. Yes, sometimes it reaches an unhealthy level, but I am not talking about that.

And then let us get back to the beginning: this is fanfiction. Fictional. If I want to ship Walburga and Euphemia then I sure as fuck will do. If someone headcanons Sirius as genderfluid, then fuck yeah. If someone says their James Potter is desi and gay as fuck, then hallelujah, amen, who are we to say otherwise? It is their headcannon.

And if you have a problem with diversity, well, that sounds like a you problem. And it is your job to work through that.

I could go on and on until the Sun sets and the Moon rises, but I don't have the brain today to do a more in-depth post.

MY TAKE ON THE DEVELOPMENT OF THE HP FANDOM AND WHY I STRONGLY DISLIKE IT

The Hary Potter franchise became a popculture phenomenon in the past two and a half decades. The most popular books of the century, whatever you want to call it. It has great value as a fiction and I can't help but to say that I'm extremely disappointed in the fandom that I've been apart of for approximately half my life. Every good fiction that is as widely available is turned to a massive perversion and I hate it with all my heart and soul. Can you just write and draw your disgusting porn using another names, it doesn'tmake any sense to use well-written characters that have nothing to do with your porn story for your pedophilia fantasies? Can't you just use (sigh but I have to say her name) Rowling's universe, credit her for that, and use another names? Why on Earth would you show an ACTOR (A REAL PERSON?) a fanfic about the character that he played many years ago being the MASTER OF A YOUNG GIRL WHO HAPPENS TO BE PLAYED BY A FRIEND OF HIS? Can we stop normalizing that because it's not and it shouldn't be normal?

I don't even want to start with the marauders fandom (at least in tiktok) and what it turned into. It started with snupin, jily, blackinnon. Why the fuck would Barty be with Rosier? Why on Earth would Sirius and Snape date ever? I know y'all want representation but you really think Regulus is trans? There's absolutely ZERO indication he ever felt uncomfortable in his body. You really think Sirius, borderline insane Sirius, bitter and bad ass as fuck, riding motorcycles, bullying and humiliating racists, biggest rebel in the series, has naked women on the wall Sirius would be the cutie patootie, dresses in a skirt overfeminine guy? Headcanons are cool when you don't have enough information and decide to fill the gaps on your own, not to absolutely dismiss everything. At this point you are not trying to develop their story but you are making up absolutely different people. You just use the names. You abounded the idea you started for - that you love the characters and would like to know more about them, that you see qualities you admire or find interesting in them. It ruins the whole concept. Years ago, it was fun to fill the gaps, to write what you think'd happen in their era but not it feels like it's out of control and not in a good way.

I'm with open hands for discussion.

[saintvainglorious]

Fics I Enjoyed in January - DC Comics Fic Rec List Part 2

I am still neck-deep in DC fandom this month and the fics have been so so good. Unlike last time, I am too tired to write mini summaries/reviews, so I'm going to feature my favorite quote from each fic instead.

My first DC Comics fic rec list is here!

Floor Plans by @oh-mother-of-darkness (Teen & Up, 1k, 2016) “I really didn’t want to die,” he finished. “I was kind of hoping if I laid here long enough, I would remember what that felt like.”

Losing two brothers in six months takes an emotional toll.

almost right by @bitimdrake (Teen & Up, 3k, 2020) He desperately wishes that he didn’t know what Dick’s cheekbone feels like under a gauntleted fist.

Bruce sucks in a breath, hand raising to fix the cowl. Dick flinches back.

but more with love by @danishsweethearts (Teen & Up, 3k, 2022) Dick wakes up one morning, groggy from a dream that he thinks might’ve been about the circus and also about his favourite car and also about how lonely he is, and realizes that he can’t remember what his mother’s voice sounds like anymore.

O Robin, Robin, wherefore art thou Robin?

The Mechanics of a Hug by @sohotthateveryonedied (General Audiences, 4k, 2017) “You know… that crushing sense of depression? Like,” Dick chews his lip. “It’s. A physical weight. Makes it hard to breathe?” “Yeah,” Tim says, soft. He smiles, wryly. “I sort of hoped you didn’t, though.”

“So,” Tim ventures. “It's… what, a cuddle pollen?” Bruce just shrugs. “Something like that.”

No Pain, All Gain by @sohotthateveryonedied (General Audiences, 1k, 2020) Tim’s eyes go even wider. “You stole my organs?” “Technically,” Jason chimes in, “the doctors stole your organs. We just gave them permission.”

Bruce checks Tim’s IV. “Are you in any pain? Do you need more morphine?” Tim’s pupils are so wide that only the faintest ring of blue can be seen. He watches Bruce the way a five-year-old watches cartoons. “I’m all good, B-dog. All Gucci, like we cool teens say." His words are slurred almost beyond recognition, but Tim doesn’t seem to notice or care. "I could fight Superman right now.”

The Wind Sits in the Shoulder of Your Sail by @birdchildsnest (Teen & Up, 7k, 2020) “Oh my god. Bruce. I can’t even tell if you’re serious. When everybody finally eats the rich—they’re going to eat you first.”

At least, back then, Tim had barely been a teenager. He could almost forgive his own volatility. And he’d been smart enough (scared enough?) not to tell Jack that he didn’t need him. What was his excuse now? Bruce was his dad (at least, in the legal sense), but (surprise, surprise) it turned out that Tim wasn’t any better at being a son. Or Tim and Bruce still have some things to sort through after the adoption.

I Left My Conscience On Your Front Doorstep by @dustorange (Teen & Up, 21k, 2022) He doesn’t want to be loved if being loved is like this.

"I think I'm leaving," Dick whispers. "I think I'm not coming back."

bad boys bad boys (whatcha gonna do) ♫ by @drakefeathers (Teen & Up, 20k, 2014) "They live their lives thinking they can charge through the city with the right to hurt and kill and destroy as many lives as they want. And they do it all without a shred of remorse." “But—” Damian begins, brow furrowed in confusion. “Isn’t that like you?”

a Jason and Damian as Batman and Robin AU!! featuring a bunch of graffiti, a rival dynamic duo, and Cat Jason (a cat named Jason).

The Biggest Mistake by @oh-mother-of-darkness (General Audiences, 1k, 2016) “I could ground him anyway, if it would make you feel better.” “He only said it because I called him ‘a garbage can so ineffective it actually became garbage.’”

"You know what really needs to be addressed? Bruce's truly terrible treatment of Damian." -Me, on a daily basis

been a number and a name by @wynterstars (Teen & Up, 35k, 2023) “Turns out if you just say ‘spacetime’ until people’s eyes glaze over they don’t really question anything you say. Also, somehow nobody expects me to be able to actually do enough math to explain it.”

On a field trip, Robin has a close encounter with the newest super in Metropolis, only to discover the hard way that Superboy secretly works for Lex Luthor. They agree to work together on a plan to free Superboy from Luthor’s hold, but Robin isn’t sure how far he can trust him—and his developing feelings only make things more complicated.

clean it like you mean it by @wynterstars (Teen & Up, 70k, 2024) "Wait, ugh, you're not my dead dad, right? If I'm getting a dying vision of my dead dad I want a do-over because he suuuuucked."

When Gotham's crooks have to scrub down their lairs, who do they call? Jason Todd, Gotham's first and only underworld crime scene cleaning specialist. He's spent his life dodging the Bat, but after a chance encounter he saves Robin's life. Tim Drake finds himself drawn to the conflicted rogue, and soon Jason becomes Robin's street informant. But they can only stay on opposite sides of the law for so long before something breaks.

3:16 by @wufflesvetinari (Teen & Up, 70k (WIP), 2023) “Try to decouple one thing from the other. I’m proud of you, but ice cream isn’t my grand statement about whether you’ve been good or bad today. Good things are good. Happiness is precious. Sometimes you just want caramel chocolate chip.”

The knife pushes thin along Dick’s carotid artery, cupping the indent between neck and jawline—forcing him to angle his chin. The metal is warm, pulled with execution speed from under Damian’s pillow. “Okay,” Dick says quietly, tracking the intricacies of his own heartbeat—counting the space between breaths. “Guess I did need a shave.” (With faltering steps, Dick and Damian become Batman and Robin.)

wolf-king of rome by @mysterycitrus (Not Rated, 25k, 2024) “You go after Joker, but you don’t kill him, because it’s not about the Joker dying, it’s about Bruce breaking his code for you. It’s about Bruce loving you enough to change himself for the worse. It’s about your idea of grieving.”

Jason doesn’t fear Dick Grayson. Fear itself has changed shape for him, since his return from the Pit - it tastes of dirt in his mouth, of drowning, of fire and blood and laughter, more than a tangible face. Still, he’d be stupid not to be cautious. Dick liked playing on an uneven field, and would do anything to keep him off balance, so he just had to stay focused. That’s the nature of the armistice, both waiting for the other to make a move. It’s like balancing on the head of a pin.

Declensions by @dustorange (Teen & Up, 13k, 2018) “Do not tell them your name. Do as I did to survive. I lied. I have always lied. Make one up. Do not let them have you. Say your name is…is…is…Richard Grayson. Or something. They are going to steal you; do not give them anything to steal.”

“My father,” Dick says, “worked the rope. It cut him. His hands were never clean.”

Passiontide by @bigdvmnhero (Teen & Up, 5k, 2025) Despite its faults, the day had tried to be good. He felt young, like someone's son.

On the 96th day Bruce didn't call, Dick remembered their old game. Three things he knew: 1) In three months, it would be Dick's death anniversary; 2) Bruce was still missing his check-ins; 3) Here Dick was, persisting. Imagine the things I'd survive, Dick thought distantly, if I loved Bruce less. Or: Agent 37 and his various crises of faith, on Day 277 at Spyral, Day 150, and Day -0.

the time you won your town the race by @silverwhittlingknife (Teen & Up, 4k (WIP), 2022) Tim. Tim is Dick’s. Death sharpens, clarifies these things. Who will receive the body, decide on the funeral, receive condolences, make all the decisions that matter. No one has questioned it, not even Tim’s friends. There’s a terrible clarity about death. If Dick said, let’s burn everything he owned, Alfred would do it.

He doesn’t know exactly what Tim would say. But he knows what Tim would do. Tim dies. Dick doesn’t take death for an answer. A Red Robin 12 AU.

door, opening by @cowboysorceror (Mature, 70k (WIP), 2024) Dick, with the keys to every locked door Jason has ever tried to open, tucked inside the cradle of his skull; all of that, snuffed out like a candle.

It’s barely audible, but he knows what he heard. A short, four-note whistle, chirping down – E, C#, then jumping up to A, F#, a little trill on the finish. He waits a moment, head turned slightly towards the dim shapes of storage containers between him and the ramp, eyes straining against the blackness. Long, stretching seconds. There it is again. His gloved hand, prickling with cold, closes into a fist. It’s a wood thrush. A small North American songbird that doesn’t sing at night, doesn’t live in the city. He knows what it means. It means hold, steady, not yet. It means wait for me, I’m behind you.

[cagenewman]

"Oh, you're more hormonal than you normally are?" he asked, widening his eyes into fake innocence, as though he truly couldn't believe that she would possibly be a little more emotional than she usually was. But truth be told, he hadn't noticed anything egregious; spend enough time with someone, and you learned to adapt to their moods. Besides, he had lowkey finally pushed himself to give up smoking -- or, well try to -- and she hadn't yelled at him for being extra moody yet. This whole marriage thing really was working out. And the fact that they could have big conversations about more children, fostering, having babies, and neither one of them were slamming doors or raising their voice… well, they had come a long way since even January in how willing they were to talk things out, and that was another thing to be proud of. "I think it sounds like a cop out, but I don't know what I want," he said honestly, and then shook his head, "I mean, I do. I want a baby with you. I want Ros and Cienna and Shawn and Colton and our farm and I want you, that's what I want. Could I want more than that? I don't know, I'm not sure that that's the kind of thing someone like me knows until it's happening to them," which was the truth. He hadn't even known that he had wanted Colton until the first time that the little boy was placed in his arms, looking up at him with those big eyes, wrapping his tiny hand around his finger. "But I would never make you say that you're done. Hell, unless I get the snip, there's no way to know that we would ever be done," he said on a low laugh, shaking his head, knowing that things happened -- they were living proof of that, even if it hadn't gone the way that they had expected. And he would never want her to find herself pregnant and be terrified to tell him, think for a second that he wouldn't love her, that he would walk away. Nothing on the green, green earth they lived on could ever make him do that. "What I want you to know, is that no matter what happens, this is my favorite job I've ever had in my life. With you." When she answered him about the possibility of fostering, taking in kids who needed a home, he nodded, giving her a smile, because he understood -- it was even worse than taking in those adorable little kittens people tried to foster… and then failed, keeping them forever. But with babies. Or kids. Or teenagers. And they both had hearts big enough that they would try to save everyone. "Sometimes I just think about how many kids there are out there like Shawn and Cienna, who aren't as lucky," he admitted quietly. "Not that I think they're lucky with what they had to deal with. But lucky that they still have a family who loves them. So maybe…" he wet his lips, giving her a gentle squeeze, "maybe it's maybe all across the board. Maybe that's where we're at and that's good, because we're keeping our options open for our future together, right?" he said, a lift to his voice, leaning up to press a kiss to her forehead. "Baby first. Baby, then maybe."

"That's how I feel about Colton's mom, too," he nodded thoughtfully. There had been plenty of time for him to wish that she hadn't taken off, to wish that his son wasn't going to grow up without his mother in his life, wondering why she didn't want him, but… the older his son got, the more he realized it was supposed to be this way. And he was very sure that Cordelia felt the same way when it came to her ex and Rosalyn, and how that all came together. "I mean it, I would genuinely, sincerely punch him in the fucking face," Cage said levelly, without hesitation, watching her face. And then probably get himself in trouble, yes, but it would be worth it to get revenge for his wife, to let him know exactly what he thought about him. And let him know that he wasn't welcome there, not in their town. Not around their family. "No," he groaned, letting his head fall back on the bed where they were laying, "I can deal with the spider baby because I know it's fake, but hun… the first time one of us is half asleep, getting out of bed to change the baby's diaper, and find Ros or Ci's baby dolls, instead, do you know how stupid we're going to feel when we put them on a changing table?" At least he wasn't going to grab Rosalyn's terrifying Halloween-turned-all-seasons baby that she carried around with her all the time, thinking that it was his own child. Well, probably. Sleep depravity could be a hell of a thing. "Can't we just get them Cabbage Patch Dolls? Are they still a thing?" he was pretty sure that he could remember Cordelia herself having one, if he wracked his brains hard enough. Probably something she dragged around with her on the playground. Probably something that she pretended was his baby, come to think of it. Both of his brows shot up as he picked his head back up to look at her when she suggested the Benefactor should throw a party for them to… make a baby, unable to hold back his laugh, "is that the new version of the baby shower? Conception Celebration?" All of their friends turning up in formal wear, dressed to the nines… no, no, he didn't want to think about that. When it happened -- and it would happen -- he just wanted it to happen. Whether she came to him bouncing and crying and shouting she was pregnant, or they stood at the bathroom sink all over again, he wanted it to just happen to them, and it would. Tangling his fingers gently into her hair, he used his fingertips to gently massage the back of her scalp, watching her face as she talked, and knowing that it would be a big talk, the kind of talk that would have to involve both of them, all of their kids, Rafael… figure everything out step by step. "Do you think it would be more meaningful to them if I adopted Rosalyn at the same time that we adopted them? Legally, I mean?" the last thing that he wanted was to make Shawn and Cienna feel unwanted if they saw Rosalyn get to become a Newman, a big celebration, lots of hugs and kisses… while they were on the outside looking in. Especially since they were Newmans, too. They would always be Austins, always have that part of their parents, but… they belonged to this family all the same. His chest felt lighter as she spoke, said that she loved parenting with him, felt a smile light up his face as he playfully tugged at her hair, pulling her down closer to him so that he could kiss her lips, lingering there for a while, and then pulling back. "I don't know what I would do if we hadn't run into each other at that football game. I'm so glad you gave me another chance, you know that?"

“You just don’t want me to bite off your head, especially if I’m more hormonal then I already am.” There was no denying that the pre-natal vitamins her doctor had prescribed her were definitely playing with her hormones, which they had been warned about before hand. When she had been pregnant with Rosalyn she had taken ones over the counter but being she was a bit older and after the loss of the previous pregnancy, the doctor recommended a prescribed pre-natal that would be better for her body. It had been a no brainer to take it. Neither of them were willing to risk her health and if a medical profession advised this was a better route, Cordelia would follow. Even if it meant that she might be a touch more moody or emotional from time to time. So what if she cried during a commercial for a car advertisement that had puppies in it? Taking a breath she knew that it was a conversation that they both struggled with, Cage wanting to give her the world but feeling torn in where he was at and Cordelia feeling like she was sacrificing a part of herself but never wanting Cage to feel trapped into something he didn’t want. But that’s what relationships were, they were give and take, they were communicating through the messy bits and figuring out how to still understand what the other needed. “Cage, I know, really, I do know how you feel. You wish you could give me everything and then some but you’re not… it’s not what you want.” It wasn’t like it was some cardinal sin, “And I do respect that, deep down I do but —“ a brief pause coming because she didn’t want him to take it wrong either, Hell she wasn’t even pregnant yet, “Ever if I know that putting a baby in your arms may never make you want to have another baby with me, I’m not ready to say the words that when this happens… that I’m done having babies. Even if that is the case, I’m can’t say it yet. My heart isn’t ready to take that in. Not right now.” All she could hope was that he understood and respected that she knew where he fell in the grand scheme of things, but it was only fair if he knew where her feelings were too. It wasn’t that she thought he would judge her for her feelings just as she didn’t for his. At his question about if she’d ever consider doing what they did with Shawn and Cienna. “I’ve never really thought of it, I mean I didn’t hesitate with them, and I love them. I guess it would depend, I’m not against it, at all. I just didn’t consider it so… maybe? I feel like I have so much love to give as a mother that I still want to give but it’s hard I don’t know if I could handle just having someone with us and having to let them go, even if I know that’s the point.” If there was one thing she knew was she grew attached especially when she felt like a mama bear to a child, “So best I can say is maybe?” It was something she could consider but she knew for them it was always going to be the what ifs on so many options that maybe it was just going to need to be left up to the universe or whatever was out there. Nodding when he said he wanted to be hands on from missing out on the pregnancy with his ex, it made the most sense. “I mean you can be as hands on as you possibly can… there’s only so much you can do since I’m carrying the actual baby.” She chuckled softly.

“I’m glad he’s not in her life, I don’t think I could bare to have to let her go with him.” Obviously especially now that she didn’t know this man even more than she thought to then hand over her four year old daughter? No. Maybe it was why she didn’t rock the boat when it came to pushing for child support or anything like that because it opened that door that she didn’t want. “I can’t see him attempting to come back around now, if his marriage is still you know intact, he doesn’t want to be found and and if he isn’t, who knows where in the world he is and he can stay there.” It would also make it easier if they couldn’t locate him as far as it went for Cage legally adopting Rosalyn as some point. At the mention of the creepy real looking doll she raised a brow. “This child totes around a baby doll with spiders and looks psychotic but you’re worried about one of the real born baby dolls because it looks… real? That’s the thing of nightmares?” She asked shaking her head, “but we probably will need to get them baby dolls to feel like they play a part in it. Maybe once I’m actually pregnant we can get them one each so we can start teaching them.” Of course Rosalyn had been around Lucie’s son, but this was different. This would be her baby sibling that she would want to try and hold, cuddle, play with when the baby was still far too little and she knew what meltdowns that could bring along. "Plus they're kind of cute, their mouths open so you can give them pacifiers and bottles, everything she'll be good at learning, Cienna too." she said, even if those dolls could be insanely expensive but it was about making sure they felt comfortable around the idea of a baby and worked with them to understand how to be gentle and care for one, obviously with mom and dad around. "I'm disappointed too, but disappointment is okay, it's part of it. It makes when it happens more special because we've been trying. It's only been what? Two months, now that we're actively trying we should have figured it wasn't going to be as easy as angry sex after a gala. Maybe we should convince the benefactor to throw a party and get into a huge fight -- the million ways she could already see that backfiring... plus she was pretty sure Cage wanted no part in the benefactor having any part in them conceiving a child. As they made their way back into their bedroom and was tugged down with him she settled comfortably against him, her face looking down into his. "I think it does lead to bigger conversations with Shawn and Cienna. You already know that if we can, I'd adopt them and make them hypenated Newman's tomorrow, just like I would for Rosalyn, as long as they want that." Well, it'd really be Shawn, Cienna didn't understand that much and was showing far more attachment to them as parents than asking for her own. Something that had the ability to make Cordelia's heart sore and break all in one go. She didn't think Shawn would be against it, but he understood more and never wanted to approach something in a way that would make him think it was strictly because they wanted to add more kids into the mix. It was never about that, it was about being a family, letting them know they had endless support no matter what. "Think all I know is I agree with you on one thing, I really, really love parenting with you, I feel like this is what we're supposed to do, to be parents." Sure they had their jobs, but she couldn't help but realize what made her feel whole was being a mom, a wife, a partner, and part of a really special family.

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have been thinking about professor sol even. professor bufo with no clearly discernable lesson plan. sol bufo ostensibly martial arts professor who spent two weeks running a yoga and meditation program and shows up to the next class with crochet hooks for everyone. professor bufo who is technically supposed to be assigning grades to students but hasnt given anyone less than an A because "i think they worked really hard and they did a great job :)" (referring to the ugliest and most malformed pot holder anyone has laid eyes upon in their life). professor bufo who is on his way to cluelessly kickstart the sexual awakening of about half the cohort of the academys new students. sol bufo adjunct professor who is gone half the year and his first class back is so immediately and easily baited into going into a long tangent about how cool his friends are. sol who is pretty sure hes easily the most useless professor on campus and almost cries when he sees his little desk overflowing with thank you notes at the end of the year. professor bufo absolutely fucking gloriously hot in the tightest little sweater vest because there were faculty complaints when he wore a crop top to class.

[brionysea]

when max is depressed we know something's wrong because lucas says with his words that he knows something's wrong but when mike is depressed we don't think anything of it because will's right next to him rolling his eyes about how stupid straight people are

[chickenscribbles]

me and my horrible toxic family who love each other unconditionally and support each other and are really nice to eachother and miss eachother sosos bad

moall is horrifically clearly my favorite