#god i'm such a whiner

[starry-eyed-extraterrestrial]

Idk how I'm gonna survive today I'm gonna be at school all day until like seven pm 😭, why must mock exams exist?!?!

[stoopidpigeonxx]

Tulpar crew nsfw hcs for a user with a breeding kink :p

NGHDFJDKHJKDGHDJKFHFGHHHHH. Anon. anon I am looking you in the eyes. YOU ARE AMAZING AND ILY. Im gonna do the men for this one since y'know... Anya got lady parts :-( ANYWAYS! MINORS GO AWAY PLS!

Curly

-oh he LOOOOOVES it. -Mostly because girlie.. he has one too. -He wants to make that belly of your plump with his baby. -Over and over and over. -But of course he never tells you that. -Until you start moaning for him to cum inside when he's balls deep.. -Fuck he is so on board. -"F-fuck, want me to make you a pretty mommy? All f'me.. my baby in this tummy.. god, I'm gonna give it to you sweetheart.." -He will fill you up with multiple loads to ensure you're getting pregnant. -Jesus, the sight of you leaking his seed.. its almost too much for him. -He might just have to keep going. <3

Jimmy

-its complicated for him. -Like sure, its hot in the moment, but actually having a kid? Hell no. -but he'll cum inside anyways. -he reeaaally likes the way you scream when he holds your legs up to hit deeper. -"Hff.. you wan' a baby? Gotta make sure I get it in the right place, doll.." -i pray for you. He'll probably fill your ass too, to balance it out. Sigh. -Pats your tummy afterwards. "Hopefully we got a lil' shit growing in there, or I didn't do it right."

Daisuke

-ohh boy. -Yall already know I headcannon him as trans, but he is in tears at the fact he cannot get you pregnant because he wants to!! he wants to so bad!! -But like also.. why do I feel like he also has a secret breeding kink.. Idk.. -for this ask, I'm gonna make him bio male. -He's super into it. Wanted to ditch condoms anyways, he doesn't like how they feel on his dick. -Remember when I said he was a whiner? -"oh fuck fuck fuck, please, make me a dad, please please please.. fuck, you're so tight, oh God, I'm gonna cum, I'm coming.." -He is a WHORE!! -goes for multiple rounds or however long he can last. -Only panics when he comes to his senses like 'oh shit I just impregnated my girlfriend.' -makes you take the morning after pill.

Swansea

-Dude, he's way past baby making age. -But he wants to satisfy his little freak, so he'll humor you. -He has breeder balls, sorry but I said it. -Super lazy with it. He knows all you want is to be creampied. So he doesn't put any theatrics into it. -"Uh huh, atta girl. You gonna look real fuckin' pretty swollen with my kid." -passes out, honk shoo, after like 4 rounds. But he got the job done! Hurrah!

[webslingingslasher]

trouble taking care of hungover peter or vice versa has been on my mind lately. Would peter be a cuddly when hungover or grumpy, maybe both? I see trouble as a whiner, like head in a pillow(if not peter), don't talk to her in any volume above a whisper- she just wants sleep.

taking care of peter::

'my head is killing me.'

'want some advil?'

'if i move, i'm puking.'

'i'll get it.' you even give him cold water, you've never seen him drink faster. 'are you feeling okay?'

'i can feel my liver actively fighting the toxins.'

'want me to big spoon?'

'please god.'

peter taking care of you::

'good morning sleepy hea-'

'shut up, shut up, shut up.'

'nice to see we woke up in a good mood.'

'peter, i'm not playing. leave me alone.'

'you're in my bed, trouble.'

'and i'll never be in it again if you don't shut up and close your curtains.'

'you're so dramatic. does my little theater major need some toast?'

'no food. i'll puke.'

'no? how about a nice runny-'

'peter.' a gag.

'egg? bite into it and the yolk goes all over-'

another gag, it's fierce. you're about to spew last nights regret all over his bed. 'peter i swear to god i'm gonna throw up.'

'alright, fine. take a nap and talk to me when you're ready for a grilled cheese.'

[daisies-daydreams]

NSFW OF SANJI X F!READER BELOW THE CUT (MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI)

Sanji is a whiner, no one can tell me differently.

The way his soft, high-pitched whimpers vibrate through your pussy while he sloppily eats you out. His eyes half-lidded while he expertly swipes his tongue across your puffy clit, his hands kneading the inner plush of your thighs.

"Tellement délicieux," he moans as he gazes into your eyes, his brows furrowed as his cock strains against his slacks [so delicious]. The man's completely whipped, his tongue feeling dry and cracked the longer it's away from your delectable slick.

Sanji's eyes would gloss over at how sweet your pussy tastes, his whines muffled as he envelopes your sex with his whole mouth; greedily lapping along your slit and slurping up your juices.

He's even more noisy when you suck his cock.

"Fuck, chérie," he whimpers as he threads his fingers through your hair [sweetheart]. His throat tightens as he watches you gaze into his eyes while you sink your mouth down on his shaft. Sanji’s cock incessantly twitched inside your wet cavern as you hollow your cheeks. The feeling of your warm, soft mouth wrapped around his throbbing dick draws a high-pitched keen from his throat.

"Yes, fuck, please," he begs for you to move your head a little faster, desperately bucking his hips up as you drool on his shaft.

And don't even get me started on when he finally gets to fuck your sweet pussy.

Sanji's a moaning mess just from sliding his swollen tip against the slick rim of your entrance.

"God," he shivers and grips your hip with his other hand. He's gentle as he slowly pushes his cock inside, the sensation making him curse himself for feeling like he could cum right then and there. Sanji grits his teeth as he tries to compose himself, your snug walls hugging him so divinely. "Taking me so well, chérie,” he grunts, his hands falling to your waist as he slowly sheathes himself inside.

Sanji praises you between his little whimpers and gasps, relishing in the way your face scrunches with pleasure each time he drags his cock along your gummy, slick walls.

"You feel so good, so tight," he husks as he feels your pussy flutter around him.

His breathing grows ragged as he nears his high, his brows tightly scrunched together as he begs you to look into his eyes while he fills your cunt.

“Fuck, I-I'm-" Sanji always cuts himself off when he cums, a low whine escaping his lips as he fills your cunt with his thick, hot seed. He swears he died and went to heaven as he finishes inside you, your body glowing like an angel's as he slowly blinks his eyes open. The two of you catch your breath before he pulls out and "cleans you up" (aka devours your cum-stuffed pussy like it’s his final meal).

A/N: I just love men who whimper and fall apart at the slightest touch. 🤭

[itsaspectrumcomic]

You’re such a god damn whiner and it’s crazy how many people you’ve brainwashed into being lazy retards.

You think I'm that influential? Tysm

[ultimateempath]

Rating AAI2 localization names, part 1!

part 2 HERE

Sebastian Debeste --> Eustace Winner

2/10, I hate it. I hate it so much. They named him 'Useless Whiner'. Why are they so damn mean to him??? Only isn't a 0/10 because admittedly he does look & act like a Eustace.

Justine Courtney --> Verity Gavélle

9/10, very pretty! Not as blatantly obvious as the fan-translation name, but still kinda on the nose with the whole gavel thing. Fits her well!

Ray Shields --> Eddie Fender

8/10. Very on the nose, but not in a bad way! I can accept it, it fits him.

Di-Jung Huang --> Di-Jung Wang

10/10! It's pretty much the same which is a plus, and I've gotta give them props for keeping the subtle 'the wrong one' wordplay! I'm completely happy with this.

Ethan Rooke --> Bastian Rook

7/10, not bad. A lot more on the nose, but it sounds kinda cool so it gets a pass from me.

Horace Knightly --> Bronco Knight

5/10. I...I've gotta give them props for still managing a horse joke, but oh my god. Fucking Bronco, really?? It matches his personality, but just...ugh.

Nicole Swift --> Tabby Lloyd

...y'know what, 7.5/10. It's violently on the nose, but I think it's funny so it gets a pass.

EDIT

Simon Keyes --> Simeon Saint

eh....solid 8/10. It doesn't roll off the tongue as well, but I get what they were going for and it does fit him. I'm just autistic and don't like it when a word doesn't sound/feel right, I'm not gonna dock points for that.

[familyvideostevie]

my dear i think i need 8. "I like when you're being so soft." with my bf sirius if you're feeling generous <3

valentine's day prompts 8. "I like when you're being so soft." | sirius black x reader summary: just a walk with your new-ish boyfriend. life is simple and good. | grumpy-ish!reader, fluff, teasing, silliness. new love is fun, people!!! | 0.7k a/n: cute, dude. anything for u and your bf. this was fun! first sirius in a while, hope it satisfies.

__ The sun hangs low in the sky, golden-hour light bathing the park in yellows and pinks. The warmth that has everyone outdoors on a February afternoon is slowly fading. You feel the chill nipping at your nose and your fingers and wish you brought gloves.

"I actually can't fucking believe it's not January anymore," Sirius says.

You knock your shoulder with his. "Weren't you complaining last week that January is the longest month?"

"Was that me?" He flicks a curl from his face, mouth tugging up in a smirk and nose ring glinting. "Doesn't sound like me. I'm not a whiner. You're probably thinking of James --"

His smirk turns to a shit-eating grin when you fail to swallow your laugh. It's just one of many in the park full of children running around, friends lounging on benches, and couples pressed close like you two.

Sirius is remarkably good at that -- making you laugh. Making you smile, pulling you out of your head. He likes it when you're in your head just fine, or so he says, but having someone willing to put in the effort is new. It's novel.

Well, new-ish, anyway. You've been seeing each other long enough that a walk in the park isn't really a date so much as spending time with him. You'd give him every spare moment if you could. You love whispering secrets in the dark, love the crease of your pillowcase on his cheek when he wakes up next to you. You love the riot that is his hair in the morning and the way he kisses you, the way he treats you like someone to be worshiped, like someone he's waited for, like --

"God, they're a fucking nightmare, aren't they?" he grumbles, tearing you from your thoughts. Sirius has tugged you to the edge of the pond to watch the two swans chase away ducks. "Don't know why anyone likes birds, if you ask me."

"They're romantic," you chide. "They mate for life, you know."

He laces your fingers together. "Nature expert, are you?"

"Come on." You roll your eyes, cheeks warm. "Everyone knows that," you mutter.

His thumb gently strokes the back of your hand. You can feel his eyes on you but you keep your gaze on the swans.

"News to me," Sirius says, softer. "Do you think that happens for us?"

The question surprises you. He's not the most romantic guy, your kind-of-boyfriend, preferring to leave that to his friends. He treats you plenty well and takes you on nice dates and calls you on days he doesn't see you but he's not exactly...serious. He's not open like this, at least not to you, not yet. Not outside of your bed. It's still so new, this feeling in your chest when you see him, when he touches you. The future stretches out in front of you and instead of being daunting, it's exciting. You want him there for it.

"Like, soulmates?"

You turn to look at Sirius just as he looks away, his own cheeks a little pinker than before. He wrinkles his nose and shrugs. You trace the strong line of his brows and his sharp jaw with your eyes and squeeze his hand.

"I guess so," he says. "Silly, I suppose."

"I don't think it's silly."

Sirius looks at you, dark eyes swirling with something you can't put a name to.

"No?"

You step a little closer to him, close enough that the tips of your shoes almost touch. He smells like leather and the cigarettes he sneaks when he's stressed. You inhale deeply.

"If birds can have that, why can't we?"

"Romantic."

"You started it," you whisper. Your eyes flutter shut and you feel his breath on your lips.

"I like when you're being so soft," he says.

Before you can retort, he's kissing you. It's firm but unhurried, just the press of his lips to yours, his tongue tracing the seam of them before he pulls away. On the scale of kisses you've had with him, it's pretty chaste, but your heart picks up all the same and you blink a few times when he pulls away.

"It's February," he says.

"Uh, yeah?" you say, a bit stupidly. "We -- we talked about that already."

He laughs and wraps his free arm around your shoulder to tug you in for a hug.

"Will you be my valentine?"

Before you can answer, a loud squawk startles you both. Sirius yelps and leaps back from the water's edge, pulling you with him.

"Fucking menaces!" he shouts. "Up to no good!"

The swans flap their way onto the path and crane their necks at you, hollering all the while.

You throw your head back and laugh.

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Chapter 27 Xaden POV Fourth Wing Favorite Quotes

“Shit like that is why I keep my inconvenient feelings about Violet to my damned self, no matter how good she looks today or how delectable she smells sitting next to me, like some kind of citrus that makes me want to bury my face in the side of her neck and see just how pink I can get her cheeks to flush. No, if I did that, every rider in this room would look at her differently, and not in a good way. Leave it to me to fall for the one woman on the Continent I can never fucking have.”

“Still, I'd put myself right between her and Liam, ignoring his knowing little smirk, when I took the chair closest to Violet. There's nothing going on there, but he can back the fuck up when I'm around.”

“My mind runs through three other battle strategies, then stutters on a fourth as I glance in Violet's direction and catch her lips pursing in concentration. Gods, that mouth. I dream about that mouth. Fantasize about that mouth. That kiss is burned into my memory like a relic, taunting me with what will never happen again, with what I never should have tasted in the first place.”

“My chest tightens annoyingly. Whatever look Violet shot her sister, it was obviously in our defense, and damn if that doesn't hit me straight between the ribs.”

The wispy silver bond solidifies, an emotion - pride —dancing down the pathway even though Violet doesn't move a muscle. Holy shit, we really are connected. This could be —

"Dangerous? Reckless? An unaffordable distraction?" Sgaeyl snaps, and I swear I hear her teeth clash.

"Fun." There's no denying the bond between us when it's shining at me like a fucking mage light. "We can pretend I'm not here, just for the sake of the exercise." I put my figurine on the table and settle in my chair, then wrap my arm around the back of Violet's seat and enjoy the sight of Dain grinding his teeth. "Give Aetos here the position we all know he craves." His jaw flexes, and I leave my arm planted like a battle marker. The command, he can have. I'm mildly curious to see what he does with it. But that's the only position I'm ceding to the spoiled whiner.

"Don't be a dick," Violet whispers.

"You haven't even seen me start to be a dick." I send the words down the bond.

Her head whips toward mine, her lips parting as she openly gawks at me.

It worked. My heart stumbles, and I bite back a laugh. I was wrong.

This isn't just fun, it's instantly vital to my existence. I turn toward her, letting a corner of my mouth rise, and look straight into those hypnotic hazel eyes. "You're staring. It's going to get awkward in about thirty seconds if you don't stop."

"How?" She spits out the whisper like an accusation.

"The same way you talk to Sgaeyl. We're all gloriously, annoyingly linked.

This is just one of the perks. Though I'm starting to wish I'd tried it sooner.

The look on your face is priceless." I wink and turn my attention back to the seething pot of jealousy boiling over across the table.

"You're. The. Wingleader." Dain chokes out the words, and I can't help but wonder if he's submitting to my rank or accusing me of inappropriate behavior with a subordinate.

Not that I give a fuck either way. If it were safe for Violet, I'd be ecstatically guilty of inappropriate behavior. Wickedly inappropriate. In my bed. In hers. On a table in the Archives. In the bathing chamber and every room with a door to lock so no one else can see what's mine. I'd be so decadently inappropriate that her voice would turn hoarse from screaming my name every single day.

But though she'd be the best thing that ever happened to me, I'd be the worst thing that ever happened to her. The truth of it sinks like a stone in my stomach.

"Why are you even here?" Dain whines. "No offense, sir, but we weren't exactly expecting senior leadership on this trip."

"Yes, why are you here?" Sgaeyl doesn't disguise the mockery in her tone.

"You're more than aware that Sgaeyl and Tairn are mated." My voice stays respectfully level. "It was your idea to bring the daggers." I'm careful to only speak down Sgaeyl's bond.

"It seemed a prudent course of action, considering your insufferable intolerance to being separated from the general's daughter." She huffs.

"Three days?" Dain fires back, leaning in. "You couldn't make it three days?"

"Insufferable? That's a bit far."

"Where's Violet now?'" she mocks. "What is she doing? Is she thinking of me? Is she missing me? Is she getting closer to Aetos? Does she dream about that kiss? How many days until Violet's -'"

"Point fucking taken." She's going to be unbearable on the flight home.

"It has nothing to do with him." Violet slams her dragon figurine on the table. "That's up to Tairn and Sgaeyl."

And there she goes again, defending me. Fuck, I love this woman.

"You never considered that it was you I couldn't stay away from?" I ask her. She jabs the point of her elbow into my biceps, and I fight the upward curve of my mouth. I love that she isn't scared of me, that she'll call me out in a way no one else besides Sgaeyl does. Everything she does - even blatantly elbowing me in front of her squad —turns me on. I'm fucked on every level known to man when it comes to Violet Sorrengail. "Now, now, you’ll give our litte communication secret away if you can' keep from being so….violent”

Of course you rush to defend him," Dain whines yet again. "Though how you can forget that this guy wanted to kill you six months ago is beyond me."

He's not lying, but that was when i hated the idea of her, before I knew her -loved her.

Violet stiffens. "I cannot believe you went there."

The hurt in her tone sets my teeth on edge. "Good job remaining professional, Actos." I scratch the relic on my neck to remind him exactly who the fuck I am. "Really shows those leadership qualities to their best advantage."

A rider stationed here whistles. "Do you boys just want to whip it out and measure? It would be faster."

Liam stifles what's obviously a laugh, and I shoot him a sideways look.

"You want to do your job?" Violet's smile practically drips venomous sugar as she turns it on Dain. "I mean, how you can forget you're the squad leader is beyond me."

Fucking love her.

Panic skitters down the silver bond.

"Relax. I's just me." I crook a finger, and a strand of shadow solidifies to skim along Violet's cheek.

"Fuck me," a rider to the left says.

"I can surround this entire outpost, but I think that might freak some people out." I close my hands, and the shadows jolt back to their natural state, letting light pour in through the windows. Damn, that was fun. It was even worth the threat assessment I'm getting from Mira. Violet tenses like she spotted it, too. "I hope you didn't get any ideas while we were in the dark there."

She lifts her middle finger without even looking my way, and a laugh sneaks past my lips as Mira leads us through the rest of the exercise.

"Wasn't my choice." I shrug. Lying is easy, except when it comes to Violet. I haven't quite figured that one out yet.

The truth of the words stings. I might be accomplishing a very risky run, but Sgaeyl is right. We're here because I couldn’t concentrate for shit knowing that Violet was this close to the border. I chose Violet over my wing.

"And next year? When you're a brand-new lieutenant? What shit is she going to miss out on then?" Mira asks.

Yeah, fuck if I know. At this rate, they'll have to station me at Basgiath if I can't get my shit under control and get over —

"Love isn't something you get over," Sgaeyl reminds me. "Why do you think I flew you all the way out here?"

"To mock me while cavorting with your mate."

"I didn't say it was without its perks."

Fuck. What are the rules when it comes to interfering with sisters? Am I supposed to step in? Let Violet handle it? Lewellen let Liam and me beat the shit out of each other when we fought, but I'm not sure that's the right approach here. I'm also not about to infantilize Violet when her sister is doing a damned good job of it herself.

The way she's made? She's fucking perfect. Everything about her is what makes her... Violet.

Or so help me, Dunne, I will throw her over my damned shoulder right in front of everyone.

That approaching drift- and whoever is responsible for compromising the power supply tor the wards - will kill her if given the chance, and that's not something id ever let happen.

"Approaching," Sgaeyl informs me.

But damn, her courage has me tripping over my feelings for her.

"Not fast enough."

Violet isn't going to leave of her own accord; I can see it in her eyes, feel it in the tense lines of her back. I drop my shields, and her emotions hurtle down the bond. Determination. Fear-

She's going to bolt.

And there's only one way to stop her. I lift my hands from her waist to the velvet-soft skin of her cheeks, memorizing every color in her eyes as I cup the back of her neck, preparing to commit what she'll think is an unforgivable sin.

I kiss her. It's hard and raw, wild and desperate, and the way she opens for me, kissing me back with abandon, nearly takes me out at the knees.

Gods, I'll never get enough of this woman. Her mind. Her tenacity. Her mouth.

I kiss her like this might be the last time she'll let me, like this is an alternate reality and there's a chance she could love me back.

I kiss her like she's mine.

It's a stolen moment —it can never be anything more —but it's ours.

Wingbeats approach, and I ignore them, stroking my tongue against hers again and again, keeping my hands at the nape of her neck by sheer force of will, denying the urge to explore every curve, every hollow of her tight body. I've never wanted anyone the way I want her, never craved a woman's laugh as much as her touch or needed her trust more than my next breath. Only Violet.

I tear my mouth away, the steady pulses of wings undeniable as Tairn and Sgaeyl approach. Wind gusts, catching the loosened strands of her hair as I lean my forehead against hers. "Leave for me, Violet."

She stiffens, accusation filling her eyes so quickly that I know she's figured out that I just used our attraction to distract her. "I will hate you for this." Ouch.

"Yeah." I nod, accepting the consequences of my actions. "I can live With that." I can live with anything as long as she's still breathing, so I drop my hands to her arms and force them out at her sides, "Arms up. Hold tight."

"Fuck. You." She hisses out the words as a shadow falls over us, and I hit the floor, catching myself with my hands as a black claw fills the space I just occupied, hooking Violet's arms and snatching her into the sky.

"She'll never forgive me," I tell Sgaeyl as she lands on the narrow perch ahead of me. "Especially if something happens to her sister."

She tilts her head, staring at me with typical impatience as I launch to my feet and sprint down the rampart toward her. We're airborne in seconds, her wings pummeling the air before I even reach the seat. "If she can't forgive you for the least of your transgressions, then she doesn't deserve you."

"I don't think she'll see it that way." I get a good grip on her scales and settle in for the flight.

"Then you'd better start praying to your gods that her sister survives."

So pretty much the whole chapter 😍 Rebecca just pull a “Midnight Sun” already. I’m dying over here 🥹

[stusbunker]

Spotless: Cuivré

Chapter Ten

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Other characters: Sam, faceless paparazzi

Word Count: 1873

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, family stuff, Dean and Bela go out, I ran out of time for more smut, I'm sorry! unbeta'd

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Dean chewed his cheesesteak and waited for Sam to spill what they were really doing out to lunch in this out-of-the-way place ten minutes from the studio where he and Ash had been wrapping up production. Sam had grown more stoic over the past year or so, walking on eggshells around Dean’s temper would do that to anyone, even if they’d had the experience of growing up with John’s.

Not to say Dean hadn’t appreciated Sam keeping most of his opinions to himself as Dean figured out just who he wanted to be, to become. Because Sam was a bit of a whiner and Dean really couldn’t argue with himself and Sam and still feel like he was gaining ground. The kid had always been too smart. Adam too, if he was being honest, but he wasn’t there. Adam hadn’t gotten to see first hand the destructive spiral Dean had thrown himself into and thank God for that, because he still thought Dean was someone worth emulating.

“What’s up?” Dean broke the stalemate between Sam and his salad.

Sam took a bite and Dean had to stop himself from rolling his eyes at the clear procrastination. He huffed and shoved his sandwich into his mouth letting the melding of meat, cheese, and juice-soaked-bread nearly make up for his brother being a shit.

Sam stretched out his neck and swallowed thickly, taking a sip of his water before he finally spit it out. “Kate called, she needs to know when we’ll be home and how long we’ll be back.”

Dean sighed. “What did you say?”

Sam leaned over his bowl. “That’d I’d talk to you and let her know.”

Dean nodded and set his sandwich down to pull out his phone. His calendar was a mess, uncompleted reminders and bright colors of things he didn’t really have a say in most days. The blue of the date with Bela the following night was something he’d been looking forward to, though. He scrolled out to see the whole month.

“I’ve got nothing after the eighteenth. Bela’s going home for the holidays so won’t have to worry about her until New Years. What’s Madison doing?”

Sam huffed. “Dude, don’t lump them together like they’re equals.”

Dean raised his eyebrows and pinched his lips shut. He could wait out Sam’s brattiness better than most.

“Dude, come on. My actual girlfriend will be flying home to Ohio for like the three days the shelter’s closed to the public, otherwise she still has to work.”

“Was that so hard?”

“Fuck off, Dean. When do you want to leave?”

“I really don’t want to go at all, but I miss the kid,” Dean said honestly, taking another obnoxious bite. Two could play at that game.

“Yeah, but it’s been awhile since we did the whole home-for-the-holidays thing. Plus, we can stop and see Ellen, meet up with Garth or somebody.”

Dean nodded as he chewed, gesturing to his phone. “When do you think we should leave? Thinking what, three days out, two back?”

“We could do two and two, weather permitting,” Sam offered.

Dean looked at his fries when he added, “we’re going through Flagstaff. I’m not driving through Utah if I don’t have to.”

Sam leered at him. “I doubt that will be any better, but I don’t really care as long as you don’t bitch about my car the whole way.”

“Nah, I’ll be fine. You’re the bitch anyhow,” Dean grinned sarcastically before stuffing his face with the last third of his sandwich in one go.

“Jerk,” Sam muttered and continued to stab at his salad. Neither of them stated the obvious, that Dean’s route avoided Vegas, Utah really had nothing to do with it.

Bela’s townhouse was only a fifteen minute drive from Dean and Sam’s house once she finally gave in and gave him her address. He pulled up to the curb with the freshly waxed Impala and his oldest leather jacket. He slid out of the driver’s seat and clocked the corners, seeing if he had any nibblers as he popped his collar and locked the door.

They were going to go big this time, an entire night out on the town. Dean had been too busy recording and they didn’t want to lose any momentum with them both traveling for the holidays. At least, that’s how you sold it. And Bela was more than willing to set the itinerary. Dean, surprisingly, went along with it, as long as he got to drive, which ensured he wouldn’t be imbibing too heavily and could make the call to escape whenever he saw fit.

Dean felt every inch a rockstar as he strolled up to Bela’s door, knocking instead of texting to announce his arrival. She left him out there for almost five minutes before buzzing him in, but he took it in stride.

Bela’s place was nice in an untouched kind of way, it was all huge white walls and seamless floorboards and regular maid visits. Sure, Dean and Sam used a cleaning lady, but it was more due to the size of their place than appearances. Dean still washed his own damn dishes.

He was stunned when she rounded the corner, bare shoulders and lean neck, her natural beauty more accessible than the last time he saw her. He whistled quietly, taking in her pristine white pants and silver slip of a camisole. 

“You cut your hair,” Dean said, surprised.

“Yes?” Bela’s face scrunched up as if she was afraid for his mental capacity.

“It looks nice, fresh,” Dean added, stepping into her space and leaving a peck on her cheek. “Almost ready?”

She swayed a little and rested her temple against his jaw, his hands automatically found her hips. “Anybody out there?”

“Not that I noticed, but trust me, the car will turn some heads,” Dean reassured, palms hugging the little meat on her.

Bela groaned. “Fine! Let’s go.”

Dean smirked when she eyed the car, holding the door open for her as she sank on to the vinyl. She would die before admitting he was right, so he revved the engine a little before pulling into traffic.

The restaurant was down the street from a new club Dean had heard about and he knew a guy so he was able to get Baby properly valeted for the interim. Walking would get them more coverage, even if it was only two blocks. But until then he had to stand and wait at the coat check, Bela’s coat that perfectly matched her pants was draped over his arm while she checked her makeup or whatever it was that girls did in the bathroom. He had asked Charlie before, for insider information, but she just shook her head at him. And, well, you really didn’t seem like the type to go in packs.

“Alright then?” Bela asked, bringing Dean back to the present.

“Right as rain,” Dean said smugly, holding open Bela’s coat for her to slip into. “Hey, I was meaning to ask you, uh, does Trouble know about us? About the limo?”

Bela turned sharply, bright eyes cutting as she searched his face for something, maybe to see if he was joking, maybe to see if she’d heard him right. “Is she supposed to?”

Dean shrugged, holding out his elbow for her to take as they headed outside.

“I thought that was something girls talked about with their best friends, all the gory details,” Dean emphasized the last two words.

Bela leaned in to speak quieter, “I don’t know if you’re fishing for compliments or if you’re being intentionally obtuse.”

Dean chuckled self-deprecatingly. “Both, it’s always good to assume both.” 

“Right. Well, I don’t think you’d like to hear about Sam’s abilities and conquests in detail, would you?”

Dean spotted the camera before the photographer, but he smirked and leaned tighter into Bela’s side. “What’s Sammy got to do with this?”

Bela laughed, loud and bright, it didn’t even feel like she was acting, but Dean felt the flinch as the flashes started. The sidewalk erupted as people spotted them, most moving out of their way, some still shoving past, annoyed. He had thought about bringing Benny along, just in case, but it shouldn’t be that much of an issue, it wasn’t a concert-sized crowd. 

Dean prayed he wasn’t wrong.

He took Bela’s elbow in his other hand and wrapped his right arm around her waist instead, keeping her close, safe. But outwardly, he remained cool, easy smiles and murmuring to her as if in secret. The conversation dropped as they slipped past the VIP line and into the side entrance of the club. Again, because Dean knew a guy, not because either of them were that famous. They wouldn’t have to do this song and dance if they were.

“You good?” Dean asked as soon as they were alone.

“Peachy,” Bela replied, excitement dancing in her eyes as she darted past him towards the nearest bar, calling over her shoulder, “drink?”

Dean rolled his eyes and fought to catch up. They talked, and danced and made painful small talk with the other people in VIP. Dean ignored the knowing glances from a gaggle of twenty-somethings in the corner. Hell, it was LA, they were probably older than him anyway.

Bela came back with another drink for herself and a tonic with lime for Dean, keeping up the front. She draped herself against his side after setting their drinks down. “You’re brooding again,” she warned him.

Dean couldn’t help but smile. “Am I now? Couldn’t be from you being cryptic on the way in here, huh?”

She tipped her chin and looked at him with the full force of her eyes. “Dean? Don’t be an idiot. I didn’t tell Y/N about fooling around with you because I didn’t think she’d want to hear it, especially the details. She says you think of her as a little sister, I wouldn’t want to scar her beyond belief.”

Dean licked his lips, his stomach was somewhere on the dancefloor below. “She said that? That she thinks of me as her brother?”

Bela pulled back and patted his chest. “I think it’s what she thinks you do. Why? Is there something else going on I should know about?”

Dean tensed, sure they were more or less alone up there in their little corner of the VIP, but this wasn’t the place for this kind of conversation. “You’ve been friends with her for a while, has she ever told you about Jo?”

“You mean the best friend from high school who she lost in the accident?” Bela matched his solemness.

“Yeah— I guess you know, but, uh, she was my girlfriend when she—,” Dean always had trouble talking about this, it’s why Missouri still didn’t know it all.

“And Y/N just went and set you up with another best friend, like she was playing dolls?” Bela asked, trying to suss out what had Dean so on edge.

Damn.

Dean hadn’t thought about it that way. Maybe you had different intentions than just business. Maybe Dean had been reading the tension pouring off of you all wrong. Maybe he was just some hapless big brother to you after all.

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Chapter Eleven: Eco

[hunterwritesstuff]

Jason nsfw headcanons with top fem reader 😏

Hell yeah! >:3

MINORS DO NOT READ BELOW THE CUT, SMUT/KINK-TALK BELOW THE READ MORE.

💔 "Mommy, please don't stop, please, I'll be a good boy, just please don't stop riding me, I'll be a good boy, I promise~"

💔 Heee's a whiner. I'm sorry, LOOK AT HIM.

💔 THAT BOY MAKES NOISE.

💔 He begs a fair amount, actually.

💔 Begs you to keep going, begs you to wreck him, BEGS YOU to not stop, please God, don't ever stop.

💔 Honestly pretty easy to rile up.

💔 I see Jason as a switch, honestly.

💔 But he's willing to Bottom for you.

💔 He's very loud in bed. Moans, groans, whimpers, whines, begging, pleading, praise, it's all there.

💔 "G-Good g-girl~ Please don't stop~ Please~ I-I'll be good, just please God don't pull out, not when I'm so fucking close, please, baby, don't stop~"

💔 Pro-tip: If you want him to be louder, just edge him and tell him that if he tries to jerk off to reach his climax, you aren't getting back on.

💔 He'll be louder if you do that exactly.

💔 Praise him, he'll barely be able to contain his noises.

💔 Mark him up, he wants other people to know who he belongs to.

💔 After all, he IS your good boy, isn't he?

Enjoy! >:3

[tra1nchi]

not a request!

BACKSHOTS ROULETTE IS SO REAL THO I'M..... GOD DAMM BRO THE DEALER IS A WHINER

Also did you know his name is speculated to be Josh????? 😭😭 Last name Tarver

Anyway he cums extra hard and takes it up the ass I'm sorry 😔😔😔 just imagine doing no nut november with him AUGGGHH he's slamming the shotgun on the table violently and top m!reader is just going to pound town

omg him bitching about reader not being able to top him but the way he crumbles underneath reader. HELLO??? And those TEETH TOO???? 👀👀👀👀👀

maybe him being inexperienced and trying to give oral for the first time lol,,,, risk of your dick being bitten off but he's apologetic about it /hj

- 🕳️anon

HELPPP the way it started as a joke but like why is he kinda..the sexual tension between the dealer and me while I'm playing is HUGE

Ur right as usual i need him whimpering and crying while choking on the g4n 😞😞

[russianliteratureslut]

I don't understand the view of some tsh fans on Henry. Like they think he's a greatest manipulator of all time.

Don't get me wrong - Winter is still a manipulative little fucker, but he's not that brilliant. Not Sherlock, God forbid.

From the very first pages, this gloomy not-like-everyone boy had me both cringing and in love with him. Haven't many of us gone through that period as a teenager when you completely shut down and fixate on your own interests just to get away from annoying peers? No? Okay, that's my problem.

I'm sure there are no words in Greek to convey how I felt when I read Henry talk with Richard about his brilliant idea to poison Bunny.

He actually decided to turn to ancient texts. Seriously? Fuck yeah, seriously!

As smart as Henry is, he's completely limited in his knowledge, no matter how deep it goes. He doesn't look around, he doesn't look for other avenues.

The story with the FBI agents further demonstrates how much Winter doesn't understand how he perceived by others. He was thinking about what book he would bring with him to the interrogation. Seriously? Fuck yeah, seriously!

For me personally, Tartt described Henry as a very typical child prodigy who has unfortunately grown up. And not only does he need to be good with languages, he also needs to interact with society, come up with workable murder plans, for example...but Henry is naive, so much so that it's even funny, especially in contrast to his constant seriousness.

He manipulates the rest of the group because they trust each other in one way or another. And they don't really have a choice, given the separation of the entire five from the rest of the students. Henry isn't a whiner, he's kinda mentally strong, at least outwardly - and that's enough for the others to trust him and his ideas about Bacchanalia and killing Bunny. He was very convenient in dumping all the responsibility on him and just following him like a flock of sheep. And Henry himself is convinced he's some kind of god.

But I'm really surprised the whole group didn't end up in jail, given Henry's naivety and the consequent shakiness of his plan. It's incredible luck.

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Я не понимаю взгляд фанатов tsh на Генри, которые считают, что он великий манипулятор.

Не поймите меня неправильно - Винтер тот еще манипулятивный маленький уебок, но он не настолько гениален. Не Шерлок, боже упаси.

С самых первых страниц этот мрачный не-такой-как-все мальчишка вызывал у меня одновременно и кринж, и какую то больную любовь - разве не многие из нас проходили этот период будучи подростком, когда ты полностью закрываешься в себе и циклишься на своих интересах , лишь бы защититься от надоедливых сверстников? Нет? Ладно, это моя проблема.

Уверена, в Греческом языке точно нет слов, чтобы передать те чувства, которые я испытывала, читая гениальный план с отравлением, которым Генри поделился с Ричардом.

Он действительно решил обратиться с этим вопросом к древним текстам. Серьезно? Да, блять, серьезно!

Наскольно бы Генри не был умен, он совершенно ограничен в своих познаниях, как бы глубоки они не были. Он не смотрит по сторонам, не ищет другие пути.

История с ФБР еще демонстрирует, насколько Винтер не понимает то, как его видят другие. Он думал о том, какую книгу бы с собой притащить на допрос. Серьезно? Да, блять, серьезно!

Лично для меня, Тартт описала Генри как очень типичного вундеркинда, который, к сожалению, вырос. Теперь ему нужно не только хорошо разбираться в языках, а еще взаимодействовать с социумом, выдумывать работающие планы убийств, например...но Генри наивен, настолько, что даже смешно, особенно на контрасте с его постоянной серьезностью.

Он манипулирует остальной группой, поскольку они друг другу так или иначе доверяют. А у них и выбора нет, учитывая отделенность всей пятерки от остальных студентов. Генри не нытик, он вроде как психически силен, как минимум, внешне - и этого достаточно, чтобы другие прислушались к нему и его идеям о вакханалии и убийстве Банни. Он был очень удобен в том, чтобы свалить на него всю ответственность и просто следо��ать за ним, как стая овец. Да и Генри и сам убежден, что он чуть ли не бог.

Но я правда удивлена, что вся компания не оказалссь в итоге в тюрьме, учитывая наивность Генри, а вследствие этого и шаткость его плана. Невероятная удача, не иначе.

[mrs-kodzuken]

Cherry pop tarts & dyed hair ♡

Pairing: Aged up!Yūji Terushima x fem!reader

WC: 1k

Genre: fluff

CW: fem!reader, fluff so much fluff it’s gross, baby boy yūji

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"Babe, I'm going to go use the bathroom." Yūji said from  beside me, letting go of my hand.

"Alright," I stared down at my phone, making a list of the things we needed to get. Which I probably should've done before we even arrive at the store to be honest.

Yūji wanted to go grocery shopping, and knowing him, he would most likely get lots of sweets instead of actual food that we needed.

I added Poptarts to the list so I could get his and my favorites. I looked back at the men's bathroom door; it wouldn't hurt to leave him there, right?

Shrugging to myself, I grabbed a grocery basket and made my way towards the food aisles. He's a grown man after all.

I had been mindlessly walking around, adding things we needed to the basket like eggs, milk, and such.

My phone had died a couple minutes ago, so I was just trying to remember what we needed by memory.

I hadn't brought my charger with me because it's a grocery store. Let's just hope my mom doesn't call; I'll definitely get an earful if I don't pick up that phone call.

I recited what we needed from memory which lead me to absentmindedly walk through the aisles looking for something that we might need.

One thing I do remember is that I wanted to get poptarts. I headed towards the breakfast aisle and started my walk to our favorites.

Looking at the boxes, I decided to get cherry for me and cinnamon for Yūji. We both swore to never eat each other's poptarts; that was forbidden in our house.

Being in a relationship with Yūji was pretty amazing actually. He wasn't a player, as most people say because I've heard lots of rumors about that.

He's actually really sweet and childish but it can be cute sometimes.

I set the boxes in my basket and continued walking down the aisles to see if any of the foods jogged my memory.

Something I did remember was that we were running low on popcorn and ice cream due to our excessive movie nights.

Even though I wasn't much better than him when it came to sweets, I knew how to control myself.

I placed a big box of popcorn in the basket and mint ice cream in it as well.

Suddenly the intercom broke from the music, "(Y/n) (L/n), your child is at register three."

I furrowed my brows, I'm definitely sure I don't have a child. It could possibly be a different (Y/n) (L/n)? But most likely not, not with the name I have.

I took my sweet time to get there, I was met with Yūji pouting on a bench.

I smiled really big, rolling my eyes while walking over to him.

"Hi, baby," I said, pressing my lips against his forehead.

"You left me," he whined, looking up at me. God, he is such a child sometimes.

I chuckled, "You said you had to use the bathroom; you didn't tell me to wait." I pointed out to him taking his hand in mine.

I heard him groan at me, "Oh hush, you're like a big baby sometimes, Yūji." I smirked, knowing that that would make things straighten up.

It always did. But this time it seems as if he was whiner than ever. "You can't say anything because I'm your baby."

He wrapped his arms around my waist while I continued walking. He squeezed me a bit, and I lightly slapped his arm.

"No, PDA, there could be children, Yūji." I warned him as he released his arms from my waist and held my hand.

"Is this better?"

"Why yes, yes it is."

I could feel his gaze on me as we walked together.

"Yes, Yūji?" I asked, wondering if we needed laundry detergent or not.

"You're so pretty." I looked at him as if he were out of his mind. He would compliment me every day, but it seems today was an extra-complimentary one.

"Are you feeling okay today, babe?" I raised my hand up to feel his forehead. He leaned in and nuzzled his face into my hand.

"I just love you so much." He pulled me towards him, and I heard the erratic beating of his heart.

Luckily, I didn't see anyone else in the aisle with us.

"I love you too, Yūji." smiling into his chest; he was definitely extra loving today.

"Can we cuddle when we get home?" His voice was muffled since his head was buried in my neck. I shivered at the feeling.

"Oh crap, I just remembered. My phone is dead. I need to charge it. Do you want to check out now so we can cuddle later?" He nodded furiously, and I chuckled. How adorable he is sometimes.

"You're such a baby, Yūji." Before he could complain, I finished my sentence, "But you're my baby, so it's okay."

Yūji smiled brightly and held onto my hand as we walked out of the store after finishing bagging our groceries. I always loved when he was like this.

I set the bags down and started putting everything away in our cupboards. I had asked him to set up a fort and movie so I could get the food ready.

Yet again, we are having another movie night. I grabbed the hot bag of popcorn from the microwave and added it to a bowl.

Then I took the tub of ice cream with a spoon and headed into the living room.

"Are you ready?" I smiled as I climbed it, setting the food down.

"Obviously."

He played the movie while I fed him ice cream. I saw some of the flavored ice cream lightly dripping from his mouth.

Acting on instinct, I leaned forward and licked his lips.

Yūji's face was priceless; he'd be the one who'd always do something like that.

"What? You had ice cream on your lips." I shrugged and paid attention to the movie, ignoring him.

"Yeah, but I wanted to lick it off."

I rolled my eyes and then purposely and messily ate a spoonful of ice cream. Glancing towards him, I watched him watch me.

He leaned in and licked my lips back, "So sweet," he mumbled when he was done.

"Well, obviously it's ice cream." I smiled and leaned into him, focusing on the movie as he played with my hair.

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a/n: this is from my book “Haikyuu x Reader One Shots” on Wattpad! I hope you enjoyed and let me know if you want more!

the header is from haN ` ` on Pinterest

[very-straight-blog]

The only thing worse than the show itself are the people who are trying to put the "whiners" in their place by saying that the show is amazing and almost everyone loves it. Like, stop the gaslighting and leave people alone. "But, but, the episodes have high rating on imdb." How about this - I don't care. Ratings, starry reviews... It means nothing. The show is s*it, unfortunately. A weekly dose of cringe. All this aside, why some people have the need to do this? First of all they are straight up lying coz I've seen a lot, and I mean a lot of people on SM complaining about how abysmal s2 has been so far, and irl too. Second of all, why not accept that not everyone shares your experience. I mean, I'm always baffled when someone tries to praise hotd, but I leave them be. Why not do the same. Idk, the fandom is as bad if not worse than the show which is cherry on top.

I haven't met such people (thank God), but yes, I agree. In general, it's strange to rely on some abstract "majority opinion" and even more so on the "opinion of critics". Plus, in our case, the vast majority of the general audience hasn't read the book, which means they can't participate in the discussion of the CANON at all, and that's kind of what we're doing here. As for the cinematic part (costumes, the script itself, and so on) - I suppose it's a matter of taste. In general, everyone has the right to their opinion, that's it.

[confessionsofareindeer]

Not to like totally rant but like let's get this out of the way, Season 3 Heartstopper Spoilers:

They kind of ruined the show a little for me with this sad ace rep., the carnival scene takes out the depth of Tori and Micheal's relationship, it makes it look like they're just dating, it cuts out their queerness and just makes them look like a messy straight couple. They barely had any screen time, which is fair, they're just Charlie's sister and the guy that's always around her, (no one even seems to know Micheal despite them having had class with him in the comics, but whatever, Solitaire erasure it is) I wasn't expecting to see all of Solitaire played out on my laptop for me, but I wanted some sort of complexity around aceness and maybe a reference to its existence. But instead, you're telling me a group of queer teenagers needed a fish analogy to understand aromanticsm? Really? In school I only had to tell the cis boys and the girls who stared at me funny what it meant, not my friend group that is majority LGBTQ. I thought this was supposed to be a dreamscape to actually show me and my friends, not-a-water-everything-down-for-the-straights-and-alloscape, that comes with every other story, this was made by a queer person who is aro/ace so why did we end up like this, why did I bother having hope?

I really respect how the storyline made room for Darcy and Elle had trans and non binary identities and that they were expanded upon in the show, I love it really and I think that it felt like things my friends would actually talk about. We have a slight reference to Darcy having an unlabeled gender but even this feels wrapped up as they come out as non binary, I wish it was just all less clean cut, less perfectly fit so that everything works out, do their's and Tara's sexualities shift to reflect changing Lesbian identity in a more inclusive world? Do they decide to be unlabled or does the idiotic queer discourse not exist for them? Can we have people who don't particularly lean one way or the other, or who reject this modern idea that we should fit into the straight designed trap of conformity for the heads to comprehend something outside their simple world of the nuclear family? I want sexualities nuances to be explained like gender's was. Micheal talks about it, so why is there not a large discussion or plot around it? Why does it end up a somewhat hollow scene?

Maybe my friends and I are weird and philosophical, but we'd spend lunch arguing about this sort of stuff, so I really wish they'd show it, I have the backing of the kids who loved Perks of Being a Wallflower and Catcher and the Rye (don't ask me about that one I haven't actually read it, on principle) that found Solitaire, and all the depressed outsider protaganists a little too relatable for our own good, that maybe Tori and Micheal shouldn't have even kissed in the book because people are only ever going to misinterpret it. So now looking at the show, I guess of course this happened. Tori and Micheals story meant something to me and so yeah, I'm going to be a melodramatic whiner on Tumblr about it.

Listen, I get the show is cringey at times, that it's for teens and their friends and hopefully their families too, it shouldn't be a savior or the end all be all of queer rep, it's silly, they go out and drink milkshakes and sleep in tents outside for birthdays and ignore for the most part the politicization of being a queer teen except for when it's needed for the plot and I so deeply respect that, it shows kids being kids and I thank the queer gods that it isn't the sanitized storytelling of Love, Simon that people have made it out to be. But tell me why we couldn't get this one thing, why the ace and aro teens couldn't get something that talks about allonormativity a topic that needs to be so deeply explained instead of this, and trust me, I love that Issac told Charlie he could go look it up, but he shouldn't have even had to do that, don't make our main character dumb when he's not, he said knew asexual, clearly being aro is the romantic equivalent. All of Issac's character is cool, but it feels almost overdone at this point, with Jame's and the subtle aphobia of his friends who really don't get how he feels, I don't know, maybe it's because I've lived it and most of the ace media I see feels in this same vein, I just expected better from a new character who didn't have an already written plot, they could have done anything with him, and now he's just the token ace.

I don't want people who think their's something wrong with them for being aspec, I like in these shows when people experiment with labels and attraction, but I also just want someone is confidently ace, or that finds out what it means to be aro and finally feels validated for not being interested in people, I want someone to push the boundries of what being aromantic means the way people actually are the ones who don't fit into the little societal boxes, which is what the show is all about, not to even start be wishful and ask for a character that's just aromantic, or just ace, or like Tori is supposed to be ace and and complexly arospec, but still has something going on with Micheal, in a queer way where the people in the relationship fine it, not societal standards. I kind of wanted the show to question more of what a romantic relationship even looks like, because, honestly, I'm sure I even know.

All the Tumblr aspecs are aware of the trenches of the stupidity of the infighting and microlabels that come with understanding and interacting in digital queer space, but I wish we could see some of that, the overwhelming forcefield that's kind of alienating but also tells you you can be anything, I want to see the screenshots of 20 different pride flags with their definitions and names from the MOGAI years on Pinterest or the images section online. We have the Am I Gay Quiz jokes, but show me someone who is too indecisive to fill them out, who get X on the kinsey scale. I want more, I want friendships like Tori and Micheal that lean into something that, yeah looks like dating to straight people, but manages to defy their heteronormative labels, like what's vaguely discussed by Micheal at the table but manages to be outweighed by it being what looks to be blatantly cut out as Charlie and Tori talking on the ferris wheel because Tori doesn't even say 'we're not a straight couple' but just 'we're not a couple', and that's so infuriating.

And you know what, maybe it's cinematic and creative and it'll all work out in the next season, maybe it'll all be thought out and there just wasn't enough time for it in the episode, maybe the glimmer in Issac's eye when Charlie says he doesn't know if they're dating is foreshadowing, but it could just be my naive aspec heart seeing what I want. To me it looks like they decided this was something the audience wouldn't get so they chose to leave it out, I want to believe so they wouldn't ruin it, but probably just to avoid the ultra complex queerness that comes with a disregard for labeling and an abolishionist mentality. Which comes to the point of me begging creators to trust that their audience isn't stupid and that if they are ignorant on this, they can spend 20 seconds looking it up like they had Charlie do (in an unbelievable scenario). They have such a big audience at this point, so can't we use it to teach people this time, things that aren't as easily accessible in information, the stuff that ends up in academic queer theory and pot smokers, the things that confuse people and use the medium to explain it.

I also feel like I can see a future of this show that I won't like that might follow this season, if my understanding is correct. I think we'll end up having some sort of QPR (queer platonic relationship, if you don't understand what this is, this next part may confuse you, basically the committed thing a lot of aspec and poly people find to be a good alternative to typical or traditional romantic relationships that have their own rules defined by the people in them). Originally, I hoped we'd see one with Tori and Micheal because to me that's what they're reminiscent of, I have a feeling we might see this with James and Issac instead, they'll develop a deeper relationship in place of romance, since James was looking for someone to be closer with and already really likes Issac, and Issac needs someone to have more devotion to him, instead of leaving a single person in something that is not parallel to a romance, which would be annoying. Because they're also clearly setting up for Sahar and Imogen to be something, if we were all paying attention, I see through the remaining friends bit. I get it, and yet, god forbid someone be on their own and happy, as we see Issac have a common aspec breakdown of seeing the trauma of heteronormative society fall onto him and have his reality slightly collapse, I want this to work out, and be good, but I'm so scared that they'll fall into a trap of trying to please the straights and the allos like they already are. Yet again we see all the characters in a show the victim of being coupled off at least symbolically, if I'm right.

All this for what, it's television after all, we have real lives, some better than others, but we waste them sitting at computers and TVs to escape just to be drawn back in, because even the fantasy is disappointing, I encourage everyone who just read my rant to think hard about all of this, give me your opinion, but remember this is severely online of a take and that maybe you should go do something not related to Tumblr that makes you happy, read a book or do a craft or something, eat a vegetable and drink water.

Edit: I take back what I said about everyone being in a relationship like every other show, because I really do love the way friendship is one of the focal points of the show and I don't want to ignore that, I'm just worried that they're going to ignore the original plots of some of the characters and there are already so few aro or ace characters in media

I saw the thing about Alice Oseman saying she was saving Tori's ace arc for next season, a little while after I wrote this, I sort of think that makes sense, even if it's still disappointing and if you hadn't seen that you'd be thinking the same thing as me, remember this was an incredibly reactionary rant that I wrote an hour after watching the show, anyway, I think a lot of my points still stand, I think there's a lot they could still do, and a lot they haven't, I'm annoyed, but it's not the end of the world

[blessyourhondahurley]

Suptober day 1 - The Liminal Moment

Dean's managed to completely screw up his back. Bobby sends him... somewhere?

Suptober prompt: Liminal

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The pain isn't getting any better.

Okay, understatement.

The pain is getting worse every day. The last couple of mornings it had hurt so much just to get out of bed that there had been tears in his eyes by the time his feet were on the floor.

He'd manged to torque himself somehow, moved in exactly the wrong way by half an inch a few weeks ago, and something in his lower back had seized and squeezed and it hasn't let go since. What started as a sharp but localized ache has spread, more and more of his muscles going into spasm as he's held himself in increasingly awkward ways in search of relief. At this point his entire left side, kneecap to earlobe, is a hot line of agony, centered on a spot near his kidney that feels like a rusty rebar's been shoved straight through it.

But Dean's no wimp, and he's no whiner, either. No matter how bad he hurts he's showing up for work every day, putting in the hours, pulling his weight. Maybe he's not too fast on his feet right now, shuffling from car to car on the shop floor like somebody's decrepit grandpa, but he's still covering the floor. He's got a lifetime of experience with suffering in silence, after all, and nobody needs to know his business except him.

He's hunched crookedly over the engine of a '93 Chrysler LeBaron when Bobby yells for him, “GODDAMMIT DEAN!!” cracking through the shop so loud and so unexpected that he immediately straightens up on reflex. The sudden movement brings pain so intense he's briefly nauseated. His eyesight swims, and for a few seconds he worries he's about to pass out. By the time he feels steady again his boss is standing in front of him, looking equal parts irritated and worried.

“Boy, what's gotten into you lately?” he asks gruffly. “You look like hell, and you've been actin' like you're half-dead for days. You sick or somethin'?”

Dean tries to play it cool, but as he reaches to lean on the LeBaron's bumper a tremor in his hand betrays him. Busted. He grits his teeth and fesses up. “Kinda threw out my back a week or two ago. Pain keeps getting worse an' worse. I didn't mean for it to affect my job, though. I'm sorry if–”

Bobby cuts him off with an impatient gesture. “Y'ain't got nothin' to apologize for, son. You're more than just a shop hand to me, you know that.” He pulls off his grimy trucker cap, runs a hand through his thinning hair, and sighs. “You gotta take better care of yourself, Dean. You ain't nineteen any more. God knows none of us are.” He turns to his left and calls, “Garth, come take over on this Chrysler.”

“What? No!” Dean tries to block his lanky coworker's access to the engine, but Garth's got the advantages of height, reach, and a functioning muscular system and Dean can't even slow him down. Bobby tugs him carefully toward the office door. “It's fine, I can still work!” he protests.

“Not today you can't,” he says. “Go wash your hands, and then I want you to head on over across the street.”

Dean looks out through the open doors of the garage bay and across the two-lane blacktop that runs by Bobby's shop. There's a tiny strip mall on the other side of the road: four bland storefronts and an Italian restaurant. “You... want me to go... pick up a pizza?” he guesses.

His boss brings his hand up like he's about to dole out one of his trademark slaps to the back of his mechanic's head. Then he seems to think better of it and stops himself with a huff. “Try two doors down from the pizza place, idjit.” He gives Dean's shoulder a gentle shove. “Wash up and go. I'll call ahead. By the time you get yourself dragged across the way there'll be somebody waitin' for ya.”

Aching, dazed, and confused, Dean complies. It takes him a good five minutes to shamble his way up to the cheery yellow door he's been directed to. The sign above it declares this place to be The Liminal Moment and Dean has no idea what the hell that's supposed to mean. He turns the knob and walks inside as a collection of small bronze bells tinkle above his head.

He finds himself in a generic waiting area – a couple of chairs, a small table with some magazines, a reception desk (currently unmanned). There's an assortment of potted plants on the desk and the windowsills, and a small electric fountain burbling in the corner. The walls are painted a softer shade of the door's yellow. Behind the desk, someone has stuck up one of those cutesy inspirational stick-on decals. It reads “Honor the space between no longer and not yet – Nancy Levin”.

Dean still does not know what this place is or why he was sent here.

“I'll be right with you,” calls a rough voice. A few moments later a breathtakingly beautiful man strides in to the room with a gummy smile and a “Hello, Dean.”

Off balance and befuddled, Dean offers a limp wave in response.

The man continues. “I just got off the phone with Bobby. He says you're in a great deal of pain?”

“Yeah, I, uh, fucked up my back? What is this place, man? Bobby told me to walk over. Why am I here?”

“Oh, I'm so sorry, we're doing this all out of order. Welcome to The Liminal Moment. My name is Castiel. I'll be your masseur today.”

This story concludes here!