#goddamn gaga no getting it for the us

[heretherebedork]

Am I really gonna have to get another subscription just to watch I Feel You Linger In The Air? Am I really? Or do I finally break down and just get a VPN instead? Youku or VPN? lol weirdest damn choice.

Or do I hope that Dee Hup House continues their habit of posting every single show they make onto their youtube channel?

[evolnoomym]

Secrets and Lies 🌜

Gilf!Joel Miller, Dilf!Jack Miller x f!reader

Pt.1🌛 | Main Masterlist | Joel Miller Masterlist

Summary: The filthy Adventures continue, but now Jack joins the fun. Together they make your dream of taking them at the same time come true. But what about James?

Rating: 18+ mature content mdni!!!!

Word count: 4.5k

Authors note: Finally we got the long awaited Part 2. I hope y’all enjoy cuz I put a lot of energy into this and yes it’s filthy so don’t look at me. 👀🤭

Warnings: no y/n, female reader, Moon is not a name necessarily but more a nickname, age-gap, controversial age gap, cheating, infidelity, unethical I guess, Joel doesn’t need blue pills, 2 other male OC’s, Joel=Grandpa Jack=Son James=Grandson, Moon has tits and a vagina, hair pulling, male receiving oral, female receiving oral, use of a butt plug, ass eating, fingering, deep throating, cream pie’s, fluff in between, nipple licking & biting, anal and vaginal penetration, dp, sucking+biting, Moon bites too, dildo use, lotsssssss of lube, ambiguous ending,

If I missed anything please let me know 🙏🏻

Shoutout to @cafekitsune & @saradika-graphics for the dividers and big thank you to @joelmillerisapunk & @jennaispunk for beta reading. <3

Credit for the Gilf!Joel Pic in the Moodboard goes to @iamasaddie 😈

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so if you come across mistakes it might be due to that. 😅🫶🏻

🌜Songs that are the vibe🌛:

Crush - Ethel Cain

Love Is a Bitch - Two Feet

Guys My Age - Hey Violet

You Don’t Own Me - SAYGRACE, G-Eazy

Moth To A Flame - The Weeknd

BITCH - Allie X

Oh Child - The LION

Let Me Love You - Mario

I’m Yours - Isabel LaRosa

Love Game - Lady Gaga

BABYDOLL - Ari Abdul

Les - Childish Gambino

After Jack had walked in on you and Joel, not a whole lot changed. In fact it seemed to only have gotten better for you. Who in their right mind would say no to two absolute hunks. Admittedly Joel had caught your eye first, but it was not undeniable that Jack was just as hot. Both are older men, mature, dominating and they know exactly how to treat a woman right. That dumbass of a boyfriend could never compare. James didn’t care about you, he was only focused on his own pleasure, but you know how pathetically he likes to brag about what a wonderful boyfriend he is. Perhaps you are not entitled to complain, you had cheated first, you are not good either but it’s worth it.

Every weekend the Millers have a family dinner, which of course being James girlfriend, you also get to attend those functions.

You are out on the back porch that oversees Joel’s beautiful lush garden, standing right by the railing, sipping on the aperol spritz that Jack had prepared for you. While the bitter sweet liquid easily goes down your throat, you watch James sit on a lounger by the pool, animatedly talking into his phone. Always busy talking to his bro’s.

As you frown into your drink you hear the glass doors slide open behind you. Picking up on their gruff, deep yet calming tone makes you immediately care less about the disappointment of another evening practically being ignored by your boyfriend.

Your frown turns into a smirk when they each come to a stop beside you and you can feel their eyes on the sides of your face.

They are equally accessing you, while you silently continue to sip on your beverage.

It’s funny, you are convinced that even if James would pay attention. Really look at you, he wouldn’t realize how not only his Father but also his Grandfather are undressing his Girlfriend with their eyes.

He is that dumb.

Joel is the one to break the peaceful quiet atmosphere. “Talkin’ to his goddamn buddies again, isn’t he?” A shiver runs up your spine from hearing his deep baritone so clear and close.

You scoff “Isn’t that what always happens, what did we expect, huh?”

Closing your eyes momentarily, you inhale deeply before continuing “But it’s not like I don’t have way better company, right?” You turn to Joel and then to Jack giving them both the smile they love seeing on your face.

“S’ right baby, you are in good hands.” Jack muses.

You look ahead smugly giggling.

“Why don’t you prove it?” It’s a challenge, would they dare to touch you when James is not far away. The flowy short skirt you decided to wear gave them the perfect opportunity and sure enough it didn’t take much longer before you felt two big warm hands slowly sliding down your back.

The sensation made your breath hitch and your mouth went dry, making you throw back the last bit of Aperol Spritz. Those big wandering hands made you feel incredibly flustered, you are pretty sure you must look like a tomato, all flushed. You could easily blame it on the unrelenting heat or the alcohol coursing through your body.

Both hands slipped past your skirt's hem, gently touching the back of your thighs and when they slide back up pulling the hem with them. One hand carefully stuffed the hem into the waistband of the skirt to secure it and you looked down at yourself to make sure the front looked unaffected.

Their hands are groping and kneading your ass cheeks so deliciously, it’s impossible to not get wet from their ministrations. Of course they can tell you struggle to keep your arousal concealed, your clenched thighs, elevated breathing, tense jaw and iron grip on the railing are already enough indication.

Either they had this situation all planned out or they are just truly that good at silently communicating. Without a saying a word, one hand move to pull your thong aside, while the other one sweeps through your moist folds, collecting a decent amount before pulling away.

Said hand which you now figure out belongs to Jack is held right in front of your face. You can smell the sweet-salty musk of your own juices on his fingers.

“Look at that baby, she’s messy, drooling all for us, ain’t she?” Your head turns to Jack, you are met with a questioning head tilt and a big smirk adorning his face. Whenever you look at them you ask yourself how you got so lucky. Jack, just like his Father, is insanely stunning. Fluffy dark brown hair, blue-grey eyes, a strong painted nose, his 3-day beard and those lips you loved feeling on your own.

It’s obvious that they enjoy playing with you.

“Go ahead Moon Love, say it, who does that little cunt belong to, huh?” He nods at you encouragingly.

“S.s..she he belongs to you” you nod stammering through the everlasting throbbing of your core.

“ ‘s a good girl, god job darlin’” Joel’s voice has your head whipping around to him. You can’t help yourself from smiling at his handsome face. Even though he’s 60 years old, you can’t deny how incredible attractive he is. His grey-white slicked back hair, the slight wrinkles around his eyes from smiling and that goddamn mustache have you wake in the knees. He’s a masterpiece.

You feel light headed, like floating, all from being sandwiched between them.

The three of you are swiftly pulled from the cloud y’all had been on by the sound of someone approaching.

Joel quickly slides your thong and skirt back in place, while Jack sucks on his fingers that had just been between your thighs. The obscene slurping noises made it hard to focus on James that suddenly decided he wanted to be part of the conversation.

You meet him halfway up the porch and he immediately slides his arms around your waist, pulling you close to his chest.

“What are we talking about,hm? Did Moon talk y’all’s ears off too about her new plant. Had that on the ride here.” He scoffs but tries to make it appear jokingly, when everyone already knows he is just being a condescending asshole for no reason.

“Nah was all us borin’ the pretty thing with our baseball nonsense, wasn’t it Jack?” Your heart soars at the way Joel perhaps not super subtly comforts you. He despises his Grandson for being such an inconsiderate boy.

When James acts like this, you feel less and less bad about what happens in secret and all the lies you tell him.

Whenever you leave for Joel’s residence you tell your boyfriend you just want to catch up with your old friends and like the idiot that James is, he assumes you’re going to Sammy’s. You met her when you went to school to become a Kindergarten Teacher, she lives a couple hours away, that fact leaves you with enough time to spend playing with your two favorite Men in the world.

Every week, usually once, sometimes twice when the desperate need to feel their hands on your body takes over you meet up with them. In the beginning Jack was not allowed to participate, no, he could only watch from his seat how his Father defiled that sweet young girl. As much as Joel wanted to share, he struggled letting someone else have a piece of the cake, you were his precious Angel after all.

It felt so good when Joel let him eat you out for the first time and judging the iron grip Jack had on your hips, he seemed to be very excited as well. Unrelentingly lapping at your core until you came on his tongue screaming his name.

The frustrating part was that they never worked on you at the same time, which something you wanted so badly, so Joel offered to get you there.

That’s how you ended up bent over, with your knees planted on his Lazy-Boy, you were facing away from him leaning on the headrest.

“Moon Love, i know ya want to get these slutty holes filled,” he said while dragging his pointer finger down your drooling pussy and circling your puckered asshole “But I gotta prep ya for that first, can’t jus’ take the both of us without any training,hm?”

You know he’s right, they would probably hurt you if the preparation gets skipped, besides who said that couldn’t also bring you pleasure.

“Yes, I’m sorry, you are right Daddy. How will you do it?” You look over your shoulder back at him kneeling between your spread thighs, you really want to know what he had planned.

“Atta girl,” as he rose to his full height he clasped both cheeks roughly giving them a generous squeeze and pulling them apart to get another clear look at your tight hole.

“Jus’ wait a second baby, I’ve got somethin’ for ya,” with that he lets go of you.

The air shifted and you felt another pair of calloused warm hands on your plush behind, just barely grazing you in passing. After rounding you, Jack came to a halt before you and even when kneeling on the Lazy-Boy the crown of your head barely reached his chin.

“What do you think he will do to me?”

You are nervously chewing on your bottom lip and Jack reaches up with two fingers to pull it free. With the same two fingers he cradled your chin and tips your head up. “Don’t worry darling, whatever the old man has planned for you will be enjoyable. Ya know he got that experience he always brags about.” He winks at you before softly placing a kiss on your lips. It might’ve been just a quick peck but you immediately feel put at ease.

As you hear Joel come back down the stairs, Jack leans in to whisper in your ear “I’ll stay right here keep an eye on you Moon Love, hm?” When he pulls away he slightly nudges your head, his cheeky attitude makes you giggle. That’s the sound he loves so much that sweet, soft and melodic laughter fills his heart with pride.

You mouth a silent Thank you up at him.

“Ya two lovebirds havin’ fun without me, huh?” You turn your head back to Joel as he’s sitting down on the stool placed behind you. Yeah you definitely know where Jack gets his cheekiness from.

You give him your best cheeky smile “Nuh uh, we would neverrrr do that Daddy,” as you start persuasively rocking your hips from side to side.

“Tsk,tsk what a naughty little tease we’ve caught ourselves here,” you enjoyed when they almost behaved as if you weren’t right there, bend over between them.

“Anyway, I got a lil gift for our sweet girl,” Joel reached behind himself picking up a small rectangular black box and a bottle of…lube? You start frowning “Why do we need lube?”

“Cuz that sweet ass won’t get wet like your pussy baby, we will need lots of lube to make sure you have a good time.” He nods reassuring and hands you the little black box “Go on open it, show Jack what’s in the box,”

So you turn around holding it up to Jack and shake it to see if there’s any indication through sound but nothing happens.

“Okay, come on baby stop playing around and open it I’m curious,”

You slowly lift the lid off and all you see is what looks like a half-moon shaped topaz diamond surrounded by some black foam.

“A diamond?” You are quite confused, both had gotten you gifts before but this seems different.

Joel laughs darkly while gripping your hips “Ain’t for ya finger Angel,” one of his big hands is placed on your spine urging you to arch your back more. Before you can even think about it any longer you feel something wet and warm flickering over your puckered hole. Joel’s tongue. His beard scratches your cheeks so nicely.

“Fuckkkk, th..that feels so good,ughh” you are unable to hold the moans back.

He alternates between using the flat of his tongue on your neglected core and the pointy end on your asshole trying to wiggle his way in.

“Yes, yes Godddd Daddy, don’t stop,”

The shock of the sudden unknown stimulation has you forgetting all about the black box, but luckily Jack is right there. You don’t even register that he has taken the diamond out of its foam casing, until something cold and smooth touches your cheek. When you look up at him he’s holding onto the moon diamond but now you can see that it’s a lot more than just that.

“Wh..what is that?” You struggle to formulate straight sentences with Joel treating your cunt but mainly your asshole like a 4 star dinner.

It looks like an oval shaped metal egg is attached to the diamond, you’ve never seen anything similar before. Jack chuckles at your surprised face “ ‘s a butt plug, sweetheart, used to stretch little holes like yours.” He starts tracing over your lips with the oval shaped ending “open up baby.” Jacks dirty words combined with Joel’s tongue have your thighs quivering, hands clawing at the top of the headrest, breath coming out in short huffs. You are close to unraveling and Joel can feel it by the way your holes are furiously clenching around his tongue.

You do without further notice, dropping your jaw, rolling your tongue out and letting Jack places the cold metal into your warm waiting mouth. You wrap your lips around the toy, sucking and swirling your tongue all around.

“Yeah, atta girl suck on it before we’ll plug up your little ass” he strokes the hair out of your face and pats your cheek affectionately, glancing down at you with an adoration that is strictly reserved for you.

Yes the three of you are doing something forbidden, something that should feel bad, but its more than just mindless sex, more than a impulsive decision. You love Joel and Jack, you’ve reached a point where you can admit to have fallen not only for your boyfriend’s Dad, but also his Grandfather. Sometimes you wish to never have met James, as his part in this situation is more than inconvenient but it was necessary.

You gasp loudly around the metal in your mouth when you sense Joel’s tongue being replaced by one of his thick digits.

“Hm baby, that ass of yours ‘s the best I ever tasted, a goddamn delicacy,” while he slides the tip of his pointer finger through your slit, collecting your wetness and spreading it all over your asshole. “Look at how wet ya got sweet girl, all from that ass played with,huh?”

You reach a hand up to Jacks holding on to the plug, urging him to pull it out and once he dies you turn your head back to Joel.

He feels like the luckiest man alive when you gaze at his weathered face with your fucked out expression and gorgeous smile.

He grabs the lube bottle and tilts his head up at you “want me to put a finger in that tight hole, stretch it out more, before I push that plug in and send ya home to him.”

Before you even have the chance to respond, Joel has already squeezed a generous amount of lube onto your hole. You jump slightly at the cool gel texture that collides with your hot core. “Okay sweetheart, last chance, ya want that finger in your ass, yes or no?” Only now does it occur to you that he actually wants audible consent for what he’s about to do to you. It reminds you how precious this bond is, James, in comparison, rarely cared enough to ask you. He just took what he wanted.

As you continue to trace Joel’s face with your eyes, you reach a hand behind yourself to cup his scruffy cheek “Yes Daddy, I’d love for you to fuck my ass with your fingers, before you plug me up and send me back to him.”

On the ride back to the flat you share with James, you reminisce about how the evening continued to unfold. Joel didn’t just fuck your ass with one finger, no, in the end he stretched you till three of his meaty digits fit.

That alongside his eager mouth sucking on your pulsing clit and Jack whispering sweet filth in your ear, had you coming in no time.

When you started to come down from reaching that high, Joel slowly with more lube added pushed the plug into your winking hole. The previous penetration made it incredibly easy and rather pleasant than uncomfortable.

Before Joel called you an Uber, he gave you intensive instructions on how to use the plug the next few days to help make the goal of taking their cocks at the same time somewhat easier.

Of course to prove that you are a good girl for them, you did just as instructed. Spending every free minute bent over in front of the bedroom mirror alternating between using the toy or your fingers.

Now almost a week later you are currently getting ready in the bathroom for the weekly Miller Dinner, putting the finishing touches to your make up and adjusting your hair. The dress you want to wear already laid out, all that’s left to do is insert the plug and off you go.

James is so obvious he doesn’t question at all why you would be so excited for the routinely Dinner, practically buzzing in your seat, giddily singing to the music blaring through the speakers with a big smile plastered across your face. In your dream you’d like to sandwiched between them 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, all the time. You miss them the second you leave Joel’s house, only in their company you feel so light and free.

You almost run towards the massive entrance door after James had parked his car but stop yourself at the last moment, instead waiting patiently for your boyfriend to put his hand on your lower back and push you towards the house. When the door opens it’s as if all the stress from the outside world falls away, a big weight lifted off your chest.

Again, if James would be more observant he’d notice that the way his Father and Grandfather hug you is longer than appropriate. How their hands glide down your back to squeeze your ass, noses buried in your neck to get a good waft of that sweet bourbon vanilla perfume Jack had bought for you. Speaking of Jack he has the cheekiness to not simply grope your butt, no, he decides to feel for the plug and give it a push. All while James is right there busy taking off his shoes.

As usual, when you sit down to eat at the huge maghony dinner table, it doesn’t take 5 minutes before James pulls out his phone to text god knows who. His blatant disrespect used to upset you but his extra distraction now is more than useful now. While he’s talking without a pause about the great weekend he’ll have with his buddies just a couple hours away from Austin on a camping trip. You have already begun to tune him out as you discreetly slide your spandex covered foot up Joel’s shin, all the way up over his thigh until you gently tap at his crotch his bulge more than apparent.

James nagging voice addressing you directly pulls you from the cloud you had just been floating on “Babe you gonna be okay without me?” As if you hadn’t survived many nights without him. “Of course baby, I’ll pay a visit to some old friends.” You respond while winking at Joel and Jack, yes the weekend surely will be fun.

The first 2 days were spent like all the countless previous weekly hook-up meetings, they lapped at your pussy and ass, eating you for hours till you screamed from overstimulation. You of course got a mouth full of cock whenever you wanted, happily gagging on them. They alternated between fucking you, either Joel was pounding you while Jack watched or the other way around. If they got lucky you offered your pretty mouth for the one watching.

And the current position on Joel’s massive bed isn’t any less enticing, you are propped up on all fours. Joel’s hips flush with yours, one hand tightly gripping your hip while the other holds the clear silicone dildo he slowly inserted at the beginning of the night into your tight ring. Jack is occupying your mouth with his thick length, holding your face in his big hands, persistently hitting the back of your throat, in a rhythm that matches the one Joel uses to push against your G-Spot.

The room smells like sex, sweaty, stuffy and all that can be heard is slapping of skin mixed with the wet noises all three of your used holes make. Accompanied by the deep husky moans of both Jack and Joel. When Joel feels your walls tighten around him, the decision is quickly made to momentarily end the fun. Some silent communication must happen, because Jack suddenly shifts his hips back causing his cock to slip out of your mouth.

“You did so good for us Angel,” he leans down and presses his lips against yours briefly, a welcome distraction as Joel pulls the silicone toy from your ass.

Jack releases your lips “Okay baby, let’s get you in position, hm?” Yes you’ve talked about it, so Joel also shifts away leaving you with an empty feeling in your abdomen. He lays down on his back and you crawl on top of him, lifting up slightly as Joel lines himself up with your entrance. Jack settles up behind you grabbing your hips to help you slide down, “how’s it feel Moon?”

You lean back, resting your head on his shoulder, biting your lip while your own hands

“F..Fee.. Feels sooo good,” you bend forward planting your palms on Joel’s shoulders “, butttt there’s something missing.” all while arching your back as much as you can without risking that Joel’s cock slides out of your core.

“Ah, I know what you need babygirl,” Jack grabs the bottle of lube from the nightstand and starts to squeeze a decent amount out onto his fingers, which then wrap around his length. The slick noise makes a shiver run through your body.

“Relax baby, keep breathing, okay?” His warm moist tip starts to push into your puckered hole, it is so different to the fingers or the dildo, a warm rigid shaft parting your walls. Everything overwhelms your senses, so you seek out Joel’s comfort, nuzzling furter into his neck and instinctively biting him. Not hard enough to draw blood but definitely enough to make him gasp.

“Moon Love, ‘s okay, ya takin’ it so good.” He soothingly rubs your arms with his thumb, drawing tiny circles.

With little to no time you get used to their rhythmic push and pull. Your moans have gotten so loud that surely the whole neighborhood is getting an earful. Even through the hazy arousal clouding your mind it’s not lost on you that Jack is enjoying the tight channel of your butt, it makes him feral. He reaches for your hair carelessly gathering it into a ponytail and pulling you up, it doesn’t hurt, no, the tingling of your scalp turns you on further. That increases when Joel’s lips wrap around your hard nipple and starts biting it.

“U..uh..ughh, soo goo-“ Jack cuts you off

“Yeah feels good having his mouth on those sugar tits,” you only manage a pathetic nod.

Jack let’s go off your hair and Joel stops the assault on your nipple. As you lean back down you give him your best smile, stopping at his pursed lips for a quick kiss. When you open your eyes so close to his gorgeous face all that is on your mind are those 3 words, the ones that have been there since the first moment.

One more peck and you disappear into the safety of his neck again. “I’m so close Daddy,” you hoarsely whisper into his ear. “Ya wanna touch your little clit baby?” You nod. “Nuh, uh Moon, use your words” he knows how hard you try to not let go. “Ple..Pleaseeee, can I touch my clit, please Daddy?” You sound close to crying so Joel decides to show some mercy. “Go ahead, touch that clit, make yourself come.”

You do, with only drawing a couple small circles you fall over the edge, twitching and clenching down hard on both of them. Jack and Joel follow you suit spilling deep inside your holes. The waves of your high are still cursing through you when some commotion forces you to find back to the present moment.

Jack and Joel don’t get to catch their breaths after filling you up. “Wha…What the fuck is going on here?” James furious voice cuts through the blissful quiet. Jack instantly pulls out of you with a hiss letting his cum flow down from your used asshole to your pussy still plugged with Joel’s cock.

James thinks it’s just him walking in on something strange. His Dad and Grandfather going to town on some woman, but when you lift your head and stare straight at him while his father’s cum is dripping out of you he feels sick. “Mo..Moon, wha..what is this?” he almost wants to take a step closer but stops himself.

You don’t have the energy to answer but it’s not needed James puts two and two together. Turning away running down the stairs. Jack stumbles of the bed, grabs his shorts and hurries after James “Wait, Please James listen son..-“ the rest is cut off as they are out of hearing range.

“Fuck,” you mutter closing your eyes and putting your head down “what’s gonna happen now?”

His hands smooth over the plains of your shoulders drawing shapes on your spine. “Don’t know baby, no idea what Jack will do. But i don’t care, as long as ya here I’m happy.”

You begin to place gentle kisses to the spot you bit him earlier “Sounds like a good plan to me,”

“Good, ya gonna be the last woman I’ll love Mooni,” you sit up smacking his chest “Don’t say that Joel,” while scoffing, he’s impossible making you all sappy after fucking you brainless.

“Wait,” you move his head with your hands to face you “, where did you get that Moon Diamond Plug. I’ve been meaning to ask.”

He shrugs his shoulders “Had it specially made for ya baby girl.”

You sigh dreamily “I love you Joel,”

Without missing a beat he replies “I love you too.”

This is what heaven on earth feels like.

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[lurkingshan]

Japanese QL Corner

In which I cling to the last vestiges of two of my favorite shows of the year, write a eulogy for one of the most disappointing, and rejoice over the entry of a new fav. These shows are available for weekly streaming on Gaga unless otherwise noted.

Mr. Mitsuya's Planned Feeding

Farewell to a wonderful show. @isaksbestpillow has posted all seven episodes as of last week, so if you've been waiting for a binge, now is your chance. I already said a lot about why I loved this one, so I'll just use this space to urge you again to watch! This show is a goddamn delight.

Takara's Treasure

The main narrative ended last week, but this week we got a sweet little epilogue and one more visit with Takara and Taishin. I enjoyed the brief glimpse into their near future and getting to see Taishin turn 20 with his very first fuzzy navel, though I was a bit sad we got a repeat of the finale's themes rather than treading new ground for their relationship (I could not have cared less about the fujoshi writing RPF). This was a lovely show and I will miss these characters.

Happy of the End

CWs: Assault, child abandonment, child molestation, childhood sexual slavery, dubcon (including between the main characters), human trafficking, rape, sexual coercion and exploitation, suicidal ideation/possible attempt, unsafe S&M practices, violence

A very rough week for this show in terms of the content--please mind the triggers above because these are explicit depictions and it can be hard to stomach. I am waiting to see where this show is going with its themes before I make a final judgment, but watching the fourth episode in particular, some parts felt like crossing the line into gratuitous trauma porn that provided little additional illumination. We'll see how it shakes out in the end, but please take care with this one. I continue to find the characters and relationship dynamics compelling, and I am invested in Haoren and Chihiro's attempt to have a relationship despite the metric ton of baggage they are shouldering between them. Neither is equipped to even have any idea what a healthy relationship looks like, but they see something in each other and they want to try. That tiny bit of hopeful but likely doomed thinking may be all we have to cling to in this story.

I Hear the Sunspot

Sigh. I am sad about what this show could have been. For me, the finale definitely did not succeed at sticking the landing and making the last six weeks of wheel spinning feel worth it, and this show is going down as one of the big disappointments of the year for me. As you know if you've been keeping up with this weekly post, I loved the first half of this show, and Taichi's original characterization, so much. And I don't understand what happened here. The second half has felt like a completely different, confused, demonstrably worse show. Taichi hasn't felt like himself in weeks, the plots with Maya and the job at Sign were poorly grounded, inconsistently executed, and offered little pay off either thematically or in terms of character development, and the romance writing was a complete failure. It was actually painful to see Kohei run after Taichi and confess to him again, and the directing and editing of that sequence was so muddled that I had no idea what I was supposed to understand about Taichi's emotional journey or why this was the moment he was suddenly able to reciprocate. After all that brooding and his big speech about communication, he did not communicate much of anything to Kohei in the end. And I'm supposed to be content with leaving them here? Deeply unsatisfying on just about every level.

I understand from @twig-tea that while the story followed the beats of the manga's first two volumes at a high level, this production chose to remove many of the contextual details that actually made sense of the characters' behavior. It also seems they didn't understand they were setting up character arcs that did not get resolved until a later volume the show will not cover, thus ensuring the story would end at the wrong place. Just a baffling set of adaptation choices, and so much wasted potential. It's a shame.

Love is Like a Poison

But at least we have a new favorite coming in hot a week sooner than expected! I absolutely loved this first episode, in which we meet Shiba, our cold-hearted lawyer with delusions of grandeur and a sexually charged fixation on his house plants, and Haruto, our flirty scammer who has his number. This show is really well written and packed a ton of story, comedy, and deep characterization into its first episode. It's a promising start! For now it’s only available grey outside of Japan; I am hoping it will get picked up for proper international distribution soon.

Tagging @bengiyo to add this week's anime update.

[kayharrisons]

Let's have some fun, this beat is sick, wanna take a ride on your- [Bjorn x fem!reader x Kay] [NSFW, 18+]

You're the manager of the up and coming band Corbelan. Only you wish you weren't when you catch your lead singer and drummer fucking.

A/N: i can't lie guys I'm coming out as a Kay x Bjorn shipper 🧍‍♀️I'm highkey obsessed with them so have this random au where the Romulus crew are a band and you catch Kay and Bjorn fucking! Title is from Love Game by Lady Gaga!

Not SUPER important but here's everyone's roles in the band ehehe:

Kay: lead vocals

Rain: keyboard

Bjorn: drums, male vocals

Navarro and Tyler: guitar, backing vocals

Warnings: cousin incest, manager x bandmembers, threesome, sex, face sitting, p in v penetration, fingering, jacking off Bjorn, lil bit of name calling, Bjorn being a smug little shit, catching people in the act, so very unprofessional oh my god there's so many employment boundaries being broken here, Kay and Bjorn are freaky and I rate them for it, idk if the positions will make sense but fuck it we BALL

"You're fucking kidding me, right?" you ask, phone gripped tightly between your fingers, eye twitching as Bjorn stuffs himself back into his jeans, as Kay frantically pulls back up her underwear and her overalls.

"Hey, look-" Kay begins, eyes so impossibly wide. "-it's not what- it's not what it looks like-"

"Actually," Bjorn damn near purrs, slinging an arm around Kay's shoulders and leaning over her, smirking at the fury on your face. "S'actly what it looks like."

"You're- you two are cousins-"

"Not actually related-" Kay defends, voice nothing but a squeak, a shuddery exhale escaping her as Bjorn presses a kiss to her throat.

"Wouldn't stop us even if we were, would it love?" he grins, nipping at her throat before straightening up.

"You're supposed to go on in five fucking minutes-"

"Relax," Bjorn holds up his hands, leaning against the back of the couch, slouched over as he lights up a cigarette. "Didn't fuck her long enough to make her lose her voice."

"Bjorn!" Kay chides, cheeks pink. "...my voice will be fine."

Your eye twitches at the sight of them. Kay wringing her hands anxiously in front of her, Bjorn staring at you and taking drags of his cigarette. Your lead singer and drummer, ladies and gentlemen, just got caught screwing like horny fucking rabbits. You'd literally watched Bjorn's dick pound in and out of Kay's soaked cunt, watched her nails claw at the back of his t-shirt, watched him desperately grope at her chest.

And they're fucking cousins. Technically. Literally. Fucking hell.

"Kay, go." you damn near bark. She nods, sharing one last look with Bjorn, who strokes a hand through her hair and nods back at her. He is completely shameless in the way he stares after her ass as she does.

Jesus fucking christ.

You should've been a librarian or something. Something nice, wholesome, where you don't have to deal with this shit.

"What would you have done if it'd been Tyler who'd walked in?"

"Well," Bjorn hums, taking a thoughtful drag of his cigarette, before pointing his fingers to the wall. "Be a me sized hole in it right 'bout now. And besides, he fuckin' knocks, unlike some people."

"Don't take that goddamn tone with me, Bjorn," you snipe back, all sickly sweet. "I'm not the one fucking my cousin."

"Shame. Bet you'd look gorgeous all fucked out after a tryst."

Your eye twitches again. He smirks wider. The smoke curling from his cigarette and into his face truly makes him look like a fucking demon.

Ugh, like one of those hot ones that would be on like... Supernatural or whatever.

"Finish that," you snap, gesturing to his cigarette. "And get on stage. I'll talk to you both after about..."

"Right, sure," he hums, legs crossed at the ankles. "Me and Kay, you're mad. Yeah, yeah."

"Bjorn-"

"Jealous, love?" he smirks, cocking his head. "Wish it were you getting bent over and fucked? My cock in that tight cunt of yours?"

You flush, stammering, because what? This is all sorts of levels of unprofessional and-

Bjorn's smirk deepens, his eyes darkening. "Or do you wish you were me? Picture yourself fucking my cousin's pretty cunt, do ya? Imagining your mouth on it? Fingers? Don't leave out any details, darlin'-"

"Out!" you bark, heart hammering in your chest.

Bjorn holds up his hands, stubbing out his cigarette before sidling past you and out into the hall, following the directions towards the stage.

Two minutes later, you hear the guitar riff of the opening song start up, just as you sink into the couch, your head buried in your hands and a curious throbbing between your legs.

Maybe Bjorn hadn't been too far off after all.

\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

The pair stare at you sitting across from them. The rest of the band had vacated the building, returning to the hotel for a night of well earned rest.

These two, however, had hung back per your request.

Kay's knee bounces anxiously, only stilled by Bjorn's hand gently coming to rest atop it, giving it a comforting squeeze. You watch them, feeling as though you're outside of your body in that moment, as they seem to know and anticipate the other's movements befor they make them.

Bjorn has always kept Kay steady. You'd picked up on it, encouraged it, even. He kept her calm, be it a hand on her shoulder or one of his distracting and outlandish stories. It was hard to miss, the way her shoulders seemed to relax around him, how her face fell into nothing but fond warmth. He was always the first to jump to her defence, to tell tabloids and reporters to suck his dick and fuck off when they quizzed him on Kay's supposed "loose" love life. The others did too, of course, but Bjorn had always held a special kind of vitriol in his eyes when doing so, an odd tenseness to his form.

And Kay? Well, she'd always kept his temper in check, placating him with mere looks or a gentle touch to his arm. Similarly, Kay was always first to his defence, albeit less aggressively than Bjorn was for her, but her soft words and furrowed brow sometimes felt like more of a hard hit than Bjorn's hot headed impulsiveness.

Little things that you'd thought nothing of, at the time. But now, knowing what you know...

"Does anyone else know?" you ask, arms crossed, brow furrowed.

"No," Kay says, quietly, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. "It's... hard to explain our relationship, I'm sure you understand that-"

"Cousins." you retort, and her face darkens in colour. Bjorn's, however, darkens like that of an incoming thunder storm.

"Not actually fuckin' related to her, as we said earlier." he snips back, only relaxing when Kay strokes a hand up and down his spine. "Look, we love each other, we share no genes, what's the big fuckin' deal? It's a bit, y'know, odd, we know that-"

"Had a lot of crisises about it!" Kay adds, and Bjorn grunts his acknowledgement.

"-but it's not like we're doin' anythin' wrong!"

"You think that media outlets are gonna see it that way?" you ask, sighing. "Or even Tyler-"

"I've got him handled!" Kay insists, and even Bjorn arches a brow at that. "Promise. I know how to handle him."

You huff heavily through your nose. "I'm not happy about any of this, hope you both know that."

"Don't give a fuck, love," Bjorn informs you, cheerfully. "If we're bein' frank, I still think you're jealous-"

"That-" you stammer, cheeks burning. Kay raises her brows, cocking her head in thought as she looks at you. Her stare is just as piercing as her cousin's own. "-is completely unprofessional and crossing a line and I'd care for you to not-"

"Are you?" Kay asks, oh so sweetly, as she leans forward a little in her seat. Bjorn's hand idly strokes up and down her leg, his eyes locked on you.

"S'like I told ya, love," he murmurs in her ear, nose nudging her temple as his gaze burns into yours. "She doesn't know who to be jealous of."

Kay hums, body instinctively melting into his. She turns her head, nudging her nose against his, her warm eyes searching his face, drawing his eyes back to hers. His free hand reaches up, cuppping her cheek with a tenderness you've never known him to have.

Your stomach clenches a little at the sight. Your eyes dart between them both.

You have no idea who to look at.

Kay smiles warmly, lips not quite yet meeting Bjorn's. "I think it's both, baby," she hums, glancing over to you, warm smile turning into something sharper, almost feline. "Look at her, trying to figure it out."

Bjorn chuckles softly as he looks to you, brushing his lips against Kay's temple, his icy blue eyes feel more like molten heat than anything cold in that moment.

"Wanna give her a show, then?" he asks, his hand sliding up her thigh, oh so gently trailing along her inner thigh before cupping her cunt through her overalls. Kay whimpers softly, grinding her crotch down into his hand. "S'a good girl," he encourages, pecking her forehead, before his hand roves up her stomach, skimming over her breasts before unhooking the straps of her overalls. "Off." he taps her still clothed stomach, and she grins at him, one he matches with equal intensity.

Has... Bjorn ever looked so happy in all this time you've been managing the band?

Wait.

Why the fuck is that your concern?

Kay is literally standing before you, sliding her overalls off, along with kicking off her shoes. She's left in her cropped tee and panties, and your stomach flutters at the sight. The throbbing between your legs pulses.

"You like?" she asks, twirling one of her curls around her finger. Bjorn inclines his head at you, brows raised in challenge. "We can always stop-"

"I don't think she could if she even wanted to," he damn near sing songs, rising to his feet and moving behind her. He loops his arms around her waist, leaning his chin against her shoulder. "Look at her, squirmin' in her fuckin' seat. Wouldn't be surprised if she's ruined the fuckin' upholstery with how soaked her cunt is."

"Bjorn," Kay chides, tilting her head back to meet his eyes. "Don't be crude." he rolls his eyes, but is sufficiently chided. Until, that is, Kay looks at you with her dark eyes, something hungry in them that you've never seen on her usually oh so sweet face. "Unless you're into that?" she asks you, and Bjorn perks up again. "I know I am. But I know it's not for everybody. Just because I like it when he calls me a dirty little slut doesn't mean you will, y'know?"

Jesus fucking christ.

"I..."

You've always been career driven, always pushed to be the best, to be worth the money, hell, to find the people who make the money. And this? It crosses so many boundaries, would tar your reputation if it ever got out, could ruin your personal relationships...

And yet.

Yet, as you watch Bjorn's fingers trail down Kay's stomach, as you watch him slip them beneath the lace of her underwear, as you watch his fingers circle her clit a few times before disappearing into her cunt, as you watch Kay's eyes roll back and her mouth part...

You find yourself unable to care.

You launch yourself at them, slamming your lips against Kay's, to which she squeaks into your mouth with surprise. You cup her face with one hand, fingers moving back to tangle in her hair. Your other hand moves back, grips tightly onto Bjorn's t-shirt, before sliding down to his belt buckle, fumbling with the metal a moment before undoing it, fingers quickly making short work of his zipper before reaching inside and-

"No boxers?" you query, pulling away from Kay's soft lips to squint at him. She whines a little at the loss, and you soothingly run your thumb over her cheek. "Jesus, you really are a whore, huh, Bjorn?"

"Shut up-" he breaks off into a whimper as you wrap your hand around his cock, pumping your hand up once, twice-

"He really is," Kay hums, leaning back against him, head against his shoulder. "All you gotta do is give him a look and he'll cream his fucking pants like he's a damn virgin. It's super flattering, actually."

Bjorn groans, burying his face in Kay's curls as you work your hand steadily up and down his rock hard dick. "This was a mistake, gettin' you two together in the same room like this-" he mutters, and Kay reaches back, tangling a hand in his hair and lightly tugging on the locks.

"You sure about that, baby?" she purrs, meeting your eyes with a smirk. "You don't want me to tell our manager about all the times you've come outta meetings with her so bricked up you had to fuck your cousin? Or when we'd tell each other about what we'd let her do to us?"

Your cunt pulses again, tongue darting out to moisten your lips. "What would you let me do?" You ask Kay, as Bjorn is too busy whining and whimpering into Kay's hair, his hips bucking with every pump of your fist.

Kay smiles, free hand reaching out, ghosting over your breasts before trailing up your neck and oh so gently cupping your cheek. "Everything," she breathes, leaning her forehead against yours. "But our favourite is- is you letting me sit on your face while Bjorn fucks you."

You whimper at the thought, cunt gushing the second the words leave her lips.

Kay giggles softly, resting her hands on your waist, before sliding them up and over your breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze. Her fingers make short work of your blouse buttons, soon sliding the material down your arms, her warm hands leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"You're so pretty," she compliments, breathlessly, and this time she's the one lurching forward, slamming her lips into yours as her fingers roughly grope at your breasts. You moan into her mouth, and Bjorn swears softly from behind Kay, whining into her hair again. That is, before he's reaching out with his free hand, tangling it in your hair and yanking your lips from Kay's to his.

His lips are so soft, for someone who can be so viscious with his tongue.

The three of you stumble over to the couch, a tangle of limbs, of desperate kisses, of wandering hands, of clothes being rapidly shed.

Before you know it, the three of you are bare, you're being oh so gently pushed onto your back by Bjorn, who runs his hands down your legs before parting your legs for him. Kay sits close by your head, fingers gently kneading your breasts, rolling and pinching your nipples between her expert fingers.

"You sure?" Bjorn asks you, idly pumping his hand up and down his cock, eyes half shut from the pleasure, the lust.

"Yeah," you breathe, and he exhales shakily, leaning forward with his hands braced against your knees. He rubs the swollen head of his cock against your soaked folds, resulting in cries from you both, before he inches his way inside of you. You whimper at the fullness, the delicious ache of him stretching you with each and every inch.

"Fuckin' shit-" Bjorn cries out, squeezing his eyes shut and tilting his head back, chest heaving as in inhales desperately for air. "So fuckin' tight, sweetheart- christ, it's like a fuckin' vice-"

You babble out something incoherent, and Kay giggles at it, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips, before sitting up and leaning over to peck Bjorn, her fingers tangling in his hair and pulling him forward, deeper inside of you.

You cry out, arching your back and squeezing your eyes shut tight as Bjorn moans into Kay's mouth. She shuffles forward, thighs on either side of your face, her soaked cunt inches away from your mouth.

"You okay with-" you silence her question by grabbing her hips and slamming her down onto your face, hands gripping at her thighs as you start to eagerly lap at her soaked folds.

Kay moans, fingers clutching Bjorn's shoulders as she starts to buck her hips to and fro against your face, her eyes heavy as she watches Bjorn's cock disappear in and out of you.

"I knew you'd like it," Bjorn mutters, smirking at Kay as her dark eyes flick to his. "Dirty little slut, aren'tcha, Kay, love?"

"Yeah," she gasps, as your tongue circles her clit, as your moan sends a shock up her spine. "But you like that about me, cousin."

He whimpers at that, lurching forward and tangling his hands in her hair as he slams his lips against hers, his thrusts staggering a moment before resuming his prior brutal pace.

You've never cum from just penetration alone, but fuck you're going to tonight. The combination of Kay's wet heat, the taste of her, and Bjorn's dick filling you up in all the right ways, the thrill of it all... you can already feel it building.

"Oh just like that, baby," Kay encourages you, groaning and leaning her head back, rocking her hips harder, faster. You moan at the feeling, at her wetness coating your tongue, your mouth. You fingers dig into her thighs, nails leaving crescent shaped marks in her smooth skin, as you speed up your tongue against her clit, spelling your name against the flesh. "Jesus- shit- fuck-"

Kay near collapses her full weight onto your face, it's only Bjorn reaching out and holding her up that stops her. You moan against her pulsing cunt, unable to stop yourself from lapping up her wetness, from lightly teasing her clit and poking your tongue in and out of her pussy. Kay whimpers, tapping at your waist. "Baby, fuck, baby I'm so sensitive, I can't-"

"She can," Bjorn encourages you, squeezing your thigh, as his other hand moves between your joined bodies, his nimble fingers gathering up your own wetness and moving to your clit. You moan against Kay's cunt again, which causes her to splutter, her fingers clutching the couch to keep herself upright. "C'mon, love, think you can make her cum again? Cause I do, reckon it'd be real easy for you to make my cousin a right fuckin' mess."

Kay whines softly, even as you continue your teasing ministrations against her. Her hips buck against your face, craving her release yet again.

"She's desperate for it," Bjorn groans, as his pace grows sloppier, his own release nearing. "Fuck, her cunt never gets enough. Always greedy for it, aintcha, cuz?" he asks her, receiving another whine in response. He laughs breathlessly, removing his hand from your thigh to grab at her throat, squeezing lightly. "S'only me that usually gets her off this good, but you, love?" He coos at you, fingers speeding up against your clit. "I knew you'd manage, fuck, knew you'd be perfect for us to screw. Just as much of a desperate slut as my cousin, aren'tcha? I could tell from a mile away that'cha needed a good fuck, the right cock to driv you fuckin' stupid," he grunts, hiking your leg up high around his waist as he drills into you.

You can only choke out a moan of his name against Kay's cunt, as you feel your release build and build, before stars explode behind your eyes and your back arches off of the couch, your wail muffled by Kay's body.

Bjorn swears loudly, before collapsing forward, panting for breath as his dick twitches and pulses inside of you with his own release, filling you up with his cum. You damn near cum again from that sensation alone.

Kay continues to rock against your face as you and Bjorn recover, and it doesn't take her long to reach her second orgasm, collapsing backwards onto the couch with a content sigh, her arm over her eyes and her legs shaking.

The three of you remain in silence for a minute, the only sounds being that of your staggered breathing, all of you trying to catch your breath.

Until...

"Hang on!" Bjorn sits up, pointing a finger at Kay. "No fair you came twice and we only did the once! You really are greedy, jesus fuckin' christ-"

"You were the one encouraging me to get her to cum again." You remind him, arching a brow as you wipe Kay's slick from your face.

"Still!" He protests, pouting. "I demand a rematch-"

"This was a match?" Kay asks, raising her brows and lowering her arm from her eyes.

"Fuckin' whateva- I still think that we should get to cum twice-" he gestures between you and him, smirking at Kay. "Dontcha agree? Round two, anyone?"

You tilt your head back to look at Kay, and she looks back down at you. A beat passes.

You both burst out into a fit of giggles, which causes Bjorn to pout even further as he defends himself.

Despite your giggles... well, round 2 starts not even ten minutes later.

[melefim]

Swearing in Dead Boy Detectives: Esther Finch

Overview:

21 curses total, 6 different words said in 5 episodes.

Episode 1: 1 Jesus

Episode 2:

Episode 3: 1 Shit

Episode 5:

Episode 6: 1 Fuck, 1 Damn, 3 God

Episode 7: 2 Fuck, 2 Damn, 1 God, 1 Screw

Episode 8: 3 Fuck, 4 God, 1 Screw

Curses Per Episode:

Episode 1: 1

Episode 2: 0

Episode 3: 1

Episode 5: 0

Episode 6: 5

Episode 7: 6

Episode 8: 8

Uses Per Word:

Esther’s favorite word is God, which she says 8 times. After that is Fuck, said 6 times, and Damn, said 3 times.

God: 8

Fuck: 6

Damn: 3

Screw: 2

Shit: 1

Jesus: 1

Unique Words:

Esther, Crystal, and Jenny are the only characters who say Screw.

Percent of Total:

Esther swears 21 times throughout the season, which is 6.5% of all cursing in the show.

Rankings:

Who Swears the Most: Esther’s 21 curses puts her in 4th place overall.

Curse Word Variety: She is tied for 4th place for cursing variety with the Cat King, with 6 different curse words each.

Individual Words: She is tied for 1st place with Edwin for most uses of Damn. (3 each)

She is tied for 2nd with Niko for most uses of God- 8 times each.

Lines:

Episode 1: Monty! Jesus! I'm trying to threaten some kids!

Episode 3: Quit loitering you little shits.

Episode 6: Oh, God, well without her precious little dead boys she'll be snake food in no time.

Episode 6: God! You're not going gaga for the uptight boy?

Episode 6: I mean, this is why we had a plan, Monty, so I wouldn't be the one traipsing through the goddamn woods!

Episode 6: God, I love final moments.

Episode 6: Teeth Face, what the fuck?

Episode 7: I'm gonna wring that chic little kitty's goddamn neck.

Episode 7: Oh, god.

Episode 7: I know you blew up Monty's spot, you little fucking snitch.

Episode 7: And I'm gonna take that power, and get this goddamn town under my thumb.

Episode 7: You, you.. you think that you're the only one who's ever been screwed over? You're not. I fucking deserve this!

Episode 8: God, you're nosy.

Episode 8: Don't ever trust a goddess to grant your wishes, because she'll definitely screw you over good.

Episode 8: Oh, God! Oh, God, no, my face… Is fine.

Episode 8: Oh my God, my own sacrificial knife? I'm impressed. But I'm not fucking around that you're also gonna patch that wall before you die too.

Episode 8: Who the fuck are you?

Episode 8: What the fuck? Hey hey hey no! What did you just do?

Notes:

Esther is the only character to swear in another language- in episode 8 she has the line “Oh, shoot. Or as the French say, merde.” — ‘Merde’ is French for ‘shit’. (Not included in count above)

Updates:

Updated Percent of Total Swearing chart.

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More Dead Boy Detectives Swearing Posts:

Masterlist

Swearing by Episode

Swearing by Character

Swearing by Word

All Swearing Posts

And if you like lists of things like I do, you can check out my other Dead Boy Detectives ones here!

When Charles’ Shirt Colors Change

George Rextrew’s Edwin comic inspo board

Full soundtrack with timestamps

Moves, Incidents, and Cases Masterlist

First pass at finding where the songs in the score are used- full post with timestamps in progress

[nebulastarss]

The story for the catbatfam au: Part 1

The Waynes:

Martha and Thomas Wayne, newly married and excited for the future, bought a cat from Europe. Specifically a Savannah Cat from Britian. (Look them up please they're so cute and BIG) The cat was slightly distrustful at first, but warmed up over time. He had battle scars, tears in his ears for example. They named him Alfred, and thought of him as a friend. He was their emotional support. Now, it's been years, they're out of college, they're settled.

They also don't want kids. Martha grew up as a celebrity and has no idea what to give a kid but is pretty sure that whatever she would say would be wrong. Thomas is not home enough to fully support a kid without his wives help, and neither of them have the time to go to parenting classes, not to mention the paparazzi. (thank you Lady Gaga for teaching me how to spell paparazzi)

So they look at their older cat Alfred and they say (to their cat. They've been in the habit of talking to him like he's a person for years) "would you like to co-parent with us."

So they buy a kitten. A Maine Coon kitten that they name Bruce. Bruce is a well behaved boy, and Alfred quickly gets into the habit of following around the kitten to unsure he doesn't accidently cause any trouble.

(Hey how old is Alfred here? Cats don't live that long blah blah- shush. Age isn't real and cats are immortal. Screw logic)

Bruce grows up happy and loved, and without his owners dying because human!Bruce was the one to drag them to the theater in the first place. He never gets neutered but he never like. Does things that unneutered male cats do. He doesn't even spray??? Like they fully expected him to do that but he just doesn't. So they forget.

Bruce grows into a well-loved cat, and starts breaking out. At first they don't notice, but then he has mud under his claws, bits of leaves on his back. And no one knows how he's doing it. Alfred isn't spilling, that old man just leaves the room if questioned. Bruce doesn't seem to be getting into fights, no scratch marks or bitten ears, but they can't figure out how to keep him in.

One day, they hear scratching at the door, open it up.

Why is Bruce holding an American Shorthair kitten in his mouth. Where did you get that.

So they bring the baby to the vet, find a microchip. He belongs to 2 people who died today. Oh no. What do you mean there's dried human blood on the babies paws. Oh NO.

They bring the kitten home. The name Richard is on his microchip. He does not answer to Richard. One of the performers get in touch, asking if "Little Dickie" is doing ok. The kitten only answers to Dick. Thomas loves it, Martha is fondly exasperated for at least a week.

Bruce has gone full father. Dick is his kitten, 100%. The same way Alfred was clearly co-parenting, Bruce has labeled Alfred as a grandfather along with Martha and Thomas. They're overjoyed. They're grandparents to their kitty baby. He grew up so fast.

(The house keepers have a running joke, pretending Bruce is human and saying stuff like "Oh he didn't even finish college before settling down" "took an orphan off the streets, so selfless, just like his parents". All of the butlers and maids love their weird, eccentric family)

Dick keeps following Bruce on his ventures. (they've installed a large doggie door. If he's gonna get out, they can at least monitor it.) Online comes a video from the police Commissioner's private account, apparently Dick befriended his cat, Babs. Since the Wayne's are a public family, everyone knows who the Wayne cats are. And Bruce is pretty goddamn identifiable. (How many black and white Maine Coons are there in Gotham? Most likely: 1)

Dick gets fixed. They figure that Bruce being unfixed is what caused him to pick up Dick, a kitten in need. Like a weird, cat version of asexuality. They don't fix Bruce.

It's been a few months when Bruce picks up another one, a scruffy Cymric kitten with matted fur and a ripped color, faded tag reading Jason. His vet visit is actually pretty urgent, since he's clearly not doing great and has multiple infections. He was clearly not treated well by the people on the streets, having been kicked about at least once (by the Joker, which is where Bruce found him) They call the number on the back of the collar, and discover the Todd family.

A dead goon husband and struggling addict wife, who is not fit to look after herself let alone a cat. Faced with charges of animal neglect and abuse, Catherine goes to rehab. Once clean, she doesn't ask for him back as she feels she isn't responsible enough, and needs to work on herself more first. She does visit sometimes though.

Dick tries to play too roughly with Jason at first, but after some baps to the ears from Alfred, he calms down and lets Jason recover. Cuddles are mandatory tho. The kitten will be groomed and he is not getting out of it.

[roo-bastmoon]

Heteronormative Nonsense? On MY timeline?

When Jungkook and Charlie sang Left and Right and the lyrics were gender neutral while the music video implied Charlie was having a whole psychotic meltdown about his romantic obsession with Jungkook, folks said that assuming it was a song about a gay couple was being irrational, and that speculating that either artist might be queer was full-tilt delulu.

Yet over on Twitter, there's apparently a leak of one of JK's upcoming songs, and it seems the word "girl" is used, so some folks are tweeting that assuming Jungkook is heterosexual in his personal life makes complete sense now.

Golly gosh. I didn't realize those were the rules!

I guess Elton John, Freddie Mercury, George Michael, Ricky Martin, Lady Gaga, Demi Lavato, Halsey, AND LEONARD GODDAMNED BERNSTEIN all have to turn in their rainbow flags, then.

OR we could all rub our two collective brain cells together in this, the high holy month of pride, and stop allowing heteronormativity to bias our perceptions of a person and their body of work.

*pauses to remember Jikook's bodies of work*

Look, let's be for real for real right now, okay?

Wearing a skirt in a photoshoot doesn't make you trans instead of cis; putting a queer icon on your pants doesn't make you gay instead of bi; using rainbow colors on a set doesn't make you bi instead of pan; singing about the opposite gender doesn't make you straight instead of gay.

It makes you an artist portraying various aspects of the human experience.

That deserves to appreciated without being weaponized as a "gotcha moment" in online ship wars.

And if, over time, a consistent theme keeps cropping up in an artist's work? Like maybe the constant use of pink-purple-blue colors and the male and female symbols?

That's worth speculation.

But unless the artist specifically talks about it, it's really not our place to go making assumptions and stating them as fact.

Get comfortable with not having all the answers. Not knowing things is also an aspect of the human experience.

Anyway, did you guys get a chance to see all the goodies from FESTA? I managed to catch some of it. Loved it so much, especially the dance practices. Wish I saw all of it, but there's so much going on these days.

Oh! Plus! Happy Pride, y'all.

I'm gonna go have a hard cider or six and take a bit of a break from the circus this weekend.

Be well. Love, Roo

[titles-for-tangents]

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I think Chappell Roan kickstarted an artistic movement overnight. I mean this performance straight up struck a chord. Of course any good artist will inspire more art, but the sheer flood of illustrative art of her I’ve seen on Twitter earlier this afternoon and how so few of it appears to be on tumblr - there are SO many artists out there all finding inspiration in Roan’s MTV performance from last night and all of them are capturing her gaze and stance differently and extremely well. She is making people feel things, and process much, much more.

I haven’t seen a musician this artistically precise with her costume choices since Lady Gaga, and Roan is being even more precise about it, I would say. In Lady Gaga’s earlier years especially, she dressed just slightly veering off the “cute, blonde, young, female musician,” path to keep everyone on their toes, guessing, and at a proper distance, and all the while she was thematically exploring the concept of fame at a time when it had for so many years been so goddamn commercialized and processed. *chef’s kiss* The timing was genius and couldn’t have been more perfect. While I’ve not been paying attention to what most celebrities have been up to as of late, I get a strong impression Chappell Roan just reintroduced the medieval fashion craze from the past year/year and half-ish(?) to the larger pop public mindset. We’ve seen it at one of the recent Met galas where the theme was basically Medieval Western European Catholicism, and this is keeping in perfect theme with Roan’s album art for her single “Good Luck, Babe!” And while it’s easy to say she’s always been this precise with her appearance, Chappell Roan came, slapped, slayed, and pretty much obliterated everyone else as a musician and an artist. The biggest difference I noticed is that while overall everyone else looked fine and more or less how you can expect (Sabrina Carpenter in particular looked stunning!) Chappell Roan and her team captured what it was like to appear beautiful.

Roan’s outfits captured something timeless, ethereal, and sublime, and all the photos and portraits that were taken of her featured her facial expressions ranging anywhere from the kind of tragic, somber beauty captured in a pre-Raphaelite painting to a strong, stern look devoted to slicing everything and everyone in her path. She and her makeup and costume team had these looks honed like a knife. I’ve seen tags for both “Roan of Arc” and “Julie D’Aubigny” and used them myself; the key here is that instead of simply evoking Catholic oppression and suffering, Roan is evoking themes of queer liberation. Liberation from the way of life that other people choose for you and expect of you is possible, even amongst an oppressive, medieval, Catholic aesthetic.

But let us not forget what “Good Luck, Babe!” is actually about. Chappell Roan’s knightly costume on stage invites us to think about the tale of Julie d’Aubrigny, but the actions she takes on stage and the background set design present us with a very different ending for what would otherwise be a rescue mission. Instead of burning down a convent where her lover is trapped, Roan sets aflame what is presumably the castle of an upperclass nobleman - the golden birdcage her lover has chosen over her, the safe option, the far less satisfying option, instead of the passionate relationship they had together. Roan as the narrator approaches the audience with an army of men - noticeably all men - and shoots an arrow tipped with fire brimming with flames as hurt and furious as her heart is right into the very heart of the castle. We can presume her lover is inside but whether or not she is, the effect is still the same. Roan drops to her knees and comes to grips with loss. What they had was real and they both knew it, but without her lover’s devotion true, their love could never blossom. More specifically and historically typical to the queer experience, her lover was uncomfortable and wishy-washy about being in a relationship with our narrator in general, but like a shitty partner didn’t quite want to break up with her either and so strung her along and delayed taking any action at all, until she left her behind entirely in the most cutting way possible.

The message Roan sends is blatantly clear: “Your ‘safe’ option isn’t nearly as safe as you think it is.” And yet many of the song’s lyrics can be applied to our narrator herself here: she literally shoots her shot - a flaming arrow - into a symbol of patriarchal, feudalistic society’s top prize - her lover’s husband’s castle and all the social standing that comes with it - but one arrow is all it takes for our narrator to halt her crusade (for the time being anyway) and watch as her lover’s new world burns down. Her men and the knights of her lover fall dead from bloody battle behind her, and she is the only one left upright with her broken heart, spurned, abandoned, and scorned, but now utterly alone.

This entire, powerful tale is told in about four minutes or less. The male dancers behind Roan skillfully leap and swing their swords with surprisingly no audible clanging. The iron bars catch fire in perfect symmetry, and massive, projected explosions burst upwards from behind the castle walls. Smoke machines capture the hazy, burning atmosphere by the false night’s end. The entire audience just witnessed the climax to a play on par with anything written by Shakespeare, and those privileged enough to be in the front seat stretch out their hands hoping to be touched by her. Roan stays in character and doesn’t oblige, her character staring out into a future without her lover. The entire theater is shrieking with delight.

Finally, some good, fucking entertainment. I haven’t seen anything quite this compelling since Will Smith’s “Wild Wild West” performance in the 90’s. I would be surprised if a massive amount of fanfiction wasn’t written about this in the coming months - I certainly will be on the happy lookout for more artists’ interpretations of her costumes. Much like Roan’s narrator suggests to her lover, this is going to be one hard act to follow without true devotion to one’s craft, and given she focused her performance around a single that was released after her main album was, I think we can safely agree the next coming acts are going to be nothing short of enthralling.

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Thank youuuu @onthewaytosomewhere for the tag <3

The Rules: Copy the following prompts or make your own, post what fandoms you write for & your followers can request one of the prompts with a ship, character or fandom for a ficlet. Have fun! 

🌈 For all of June, Ficlet Fridays will be Pride themed. This week's prompts are lyrics from LGBTQ+ artists 🌈

I used to live alone before I knew you (Hallelujah - Rufus Wainwright)

Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dreams (Karma Chameleon - Boy George)

Aren't you tired of tryin' to fill that void? (Shallow - Lady Gaga)

A truth so loud you can't ignore (My Youth - Troy Sivan)

Guess it's true I'm not good at a one night stand (Stay With Me - Sam Smith)

But thanks for loving me, cause you're doing it perfectly (Whatdya Want From Me - Adam Lambert)

Guess ‘hot goddamn mess’ is your type then (Got Weird - dodie)

If I have to live without you I don't wanna live forever (Hell Together - David Archuleta)

Wild Card - send me lyrics from a song by a queer srtist of your choice and let's see what it inspires. 💚

Dealer's choice - i'll choose one of these i haven't gotten yet for your pairing/fandom or somthing else and write with that 💚

My fandoms: 9-1-1 (BuckTommy) RWRB (FirstPrince, and just for you Mel SouthernPhilantropy) Spies Are Forever (CurtWen... so you'll give me a prompt Wench) & Psych (Shassie)

tagging @scripted-downfall @luainthewild and @meraki-yao & I'll try to get any prompts I get out before the next Ficlet Friday!

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TUESDAY JUNE 7TH, 2011 (The Minotaur of Lloret de Mar)

10:22 AM Oh my god, I’m sleeping a lot. C’mon, Jordan. We don’t want to sleep too much. You never know what the fuck’ll happen if we sleep too much. Let’s get a move on.

10:57 AM Well, I’m in. ..what the fuck, blue sky? There’s a blue sky here. I’m keeping my crowbar close.

11:06 AM This whole town looks completely normal. Blue sky, perfectly well-kept buildings, clean streets, lots of people around, normal people…

11:14 AM I swear I just heard someone whisper “el bufon blanco.” People are looking at me.Fuck. They’re all looking at me. I’m going down this alley.

11:16 AM I was expecting something like getting mugged or something. This is much worse. The sky is red again, the streets are scattered with puddles of blood, I hear cawing in every direction, gunshots and screams in various, and just.. oh my god. The buildings are torn apart. I think I just left a rabbit hole. I didn’t realize I was in one.

11:24 AM Graffiti on the walls. Everyone loves graffiti. A lot of it’s in Spanish. Well, there’s some English. “WHERE ARE YOUR SLCEMS NOW, PUTAS?” “HELL FROM THE SKIES” That sounds like a Pantera album. “COLD BOY” And that sounds like a Lady Gaga song. “CONVOCATION IS CAWS” ”Convocation.” The Thunderbirds are the Convocation, apparently. “WHAT DID DOCTOR CLOUD DISCOVER IN THE GENERA?” Well, that’s cryptic. “DRAW A STAIRWAY FOR MY GOD TO SPITE THE SOFA OF MY FAITH” ”^ UHH WHAT” “^THE WORDS OF DEGAN ALLEN.” ”^ WHEN DID HE SAY THAT, THAT SOUNDS RETARDED.” ”^ LOWEST POINT, NEWFAG.” ”^ YOU’RE THE NEWFAG; THE LINE IS ‘DAWN, I STILL WAIT FOR MY GOD DESPITE THE SELF-HELP OF MY FAITH,’ JACKASS.” Oh my god, “Draw a stairway for my God” is written all over by different handwritings below. These guys are dicks. “WHILE WE’RE ON THE TOPIC OF DEGAN ALLEN, SATCH BOOGIE ROCKS.” ”^ YEAH, BUT WHICH ONE IS PINK?” “EL BUFON BLANCO AQUI” Aqui. I don’t know what aqui means. “THE CHURCH IS SAFE” Ah! A lead! Okay, gotta find the church, then.

11:45 AM “Draw a stairway for my God” is written everywhere now, oh my god. That first guy must feel like a real idiot.

11:52 AM I have no idea where the church is. And there is a lot of blood around here. SHIT

12:00 PM I had to hide. It was a group of people with shotguns. I heard some of them mention me— that is, “el bufon blanco.” I also heard one mention “el rio,” and “el iglesia.” Now, those happen to be words I actually know. “El iglesia’s”… okay, it’s either ice cream, England, or a church. But I’m pretty sure those people would be talking about a church, so I think it’s probably that. “El rio,” when not talking about the town or Duran Duran, is.. uh… either a casino or a river. I think. So I just have to look for a casino or a river, and I’ll.. probably.. figure it out.

12:14 PM Holy goddamn Hoover Dam. That’s a river, alright. There’s a river of blood here. I’m guessing this river used to be a street. A big street. I see strip clubs down there. I’m not supposed to cross this river, am I?

12:22 PM Graffiti outside this pizza shop. “CHURCH ON THE OTHER SIDE OF RIVER” Me and my big mouth. …“DRAW A STAIRWAY FOR MY GOD.”

12:23 PM Alright. How the hell am I gonna cross this river? ..how deep is it? ew Huh, I can just wade across. So I’ll do that.

12:25 PM Oh my god I hate thisrrrffff OH GOD GO FASTER GO FASTER THERE’S A FUCKING …I DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT IS BUT WHATEVER IT IS, IT’S FAR DOWN THE RIVER AND COMING THIS WAY THIS IS A BIG RIVER

12:27 PM Oh my god that’s a Minotaur. There’s a fucking Minotaur coming after me. Run, legs. Run.

12:28 PM DUDE OH GOD Made it. …IT’S STILL AFTER ME, RUN

12:29 PM I’M LOST IN THE WRONG SIDE OF THE RIVER THE BUILDINGS ARE A MAZE OH GOD HELP

12:30 PM blue sky I didn’t even enter an alley. I’m just back in a rabbit hole. ..people everywhere looking at me fuuuuuck. And my pants are soaked in blood at the bottom. And I’m carrying a crowbar. I look extremely suspicious.

12:32 PM Yeaaaah, I’m just gonna walk into this building here, stop looking at me.

12:33 PM RED SKY, I’ve never been so happy to see you. Oh hey, graffiti. “CHURCH THIS WAY” “ALSO WATCH OUT FOR THE MINOTAUR" Oh hey, thanks.

12:35 PM ..I can hear the Minotaur trotting nearby. “CHURCH ->” Okay, I think I should be able to make it if it stays this easy. It’s just Jordan in the Minotaur’s Maze. With a crowbar.

12:37 PM And okay, I just.. what. There are several different alleys and footpaths to go down, and no sign to let me know where to go. ..I hear the Minotaur coming. I need to make a decision.

12:38 PM This was a rabbit hole. Fuck that, going back. OH HELLO MINOTAUR I WAS JUST, UH… GOING INTO THIS RABBIT HOLE! Okay, so much for that. It looks like it’s Jordan in the Minotaur’s Rabbit Hole Maze. With a crowbar.

12:39 PM Let’s fucking do this, into this building. Great, more paths. Let’s take a left. Rabbit hole, four directions. Let’s go forward. Still rabbit hole. Five directions. Uh.. right.

12:40 PM Lloret, three directions. Left. Still Lloret, oh my god. Seven directions, and I can hear trotting coming from somewhere, but the echo in this place… I can’t figure it out. Forward-right.

12:41 PM I’m at the seaside. No churches here, but I see some strings on the beach. Not approaching ‘em, no way. There’s gotta be at least a couple dozen paths back into town from here, so which one will I pick? ..this one. Rabbit hole! ..four choices. Left, forward, up or down. Let’s go down, deeper into the rabbit hole.

12:42 PM ..this is a forest. Trees surround me; I can go anywhere from here. I hear some rustling from the right, so fuck that shit, let’s go left. Forward. Forward-right. Forward. Left. …random wall. Back. c,old whoa hi, uh.. it’s the little kid. From Berga. The kid doesn’t know how to get back; I asked him. I also asked if he wanted to come along with me, as I do intend on finding my way out. He didn’t answer. He just started reciting “Old King Cole.” I don’t like “Old King Cole.” I grew up listening to Genesis’ “The Musical Box,” which had an excerpt from it before cutting back to the main song, and I’m still so used to that. The real version of the nursery rhyme just sounds off to me as a result.

12:46 PM The kid’s following me. He looks cold. But it’s pretty warm here.. wherever we are. I asked him where we are. He said “Xanadu.” o_o Like the Rush song? He wants to get out of here. I told him I did too.

12:47 PM I just took four rights. But I’m in a different place.

12:50 PM Oh my goodness, there’s a ladder. ..the kid’s gone. Fuck it, I’m going up this ladder.

12:52 PM I’m back in the Minotaur’s Maze. I hear stomping very nearby. Left, right, or forwards? ..forwards.

12:53 PM BACKWARDS BACKWARDS BACKWARDS RIGHT NOW LEFT FORWARD RIGHT FORWARD FORWARD FORWARD UP THIS FUCKING STAIRCASE OH GOD DEAD-END. Minotaur Minotaur Minotaaauurrr. …bring it on.

12:54 PM Got him in the eye, now I’m running again oh god! Right! Forward! Left! Right! Left! Forward! Forward! Leeeeeft I hear him Left Right Forward forward left forward Right forward right backward left forward Up this staircase ForwHIDE

12:57 PM There’s a woman on a motorbike. She’s driving by, I’m hiding. ..Minotaur just got fucking shot in the face. Oh my god, the Minotaur’s dead. The lady on the bike is telling me I can come out now. Says to call her “I-330.”

1:04 PM I-330 told me I should turn back now. She said the church is just up ahead, but they’re not gonna let me in. In fact, I’m gonna get shot on sight. Because I’m el bufon blanco, the White Jester. Fucking “Jester;” “bufon’s” a false cognate. I asked why the White Jester’s a bad thing. She said I’m a terrorist and a murderer. I’m “the worst of the Harlequin’s pets,” because I’m after very high figures in the resistance. I tried to explain that I don’t have a choice, and she said I do; I can choose to fight back. She didn’t let me reply. “Just.. watch out. I’d turn back if I were you, White Jester.” Right before she drove off, I asked if she knew what Rapture was. She looked at me. She looked past me. She said “Yes.” I asked what, and she just said “It’s coming. That’s all you need to know.” Then she drove off. So I’m the White Jester. The resistance hates me, wants me dead. Maybe I really shouldn’t go to the church. …but then again, maybe I should. If they won’t let me in, I’ll look elsewhere for Rimara.

1:08 PM Oh my god, that’s a huge church. The towers are colourful. Or maybe that’s just blood. ..I’m gonna knock on the door and ask to be let in. It didn’t work for Solid Snake, but it might work for me.

1:09 PM Maybe nobody’s home HI HI

1:10 PM I asked to be let in, they asked who I am. I asked who they thought. He said “George Jetson.” What a card. So I just said my name. They’re thinking it over now. ..they’re letting me in. This’ll be the first time in my entire life that I’ve set foot in a church.

1:12 PM THEY ALL PULLED PITCHFORKS ON ME Crowbar’s ready.

1:58 PM Hello, Gregori Rimara. I’m raising my crowbFUCKER WHERE ARE YOU GOING FUCK He’s going out to the streets, the maze of streets. WAIT, I NEED TO KILL YOU!

2:03 PM I must have killed, like, a whole squad of rebels, but I can’t catch up to Gregori. ..I-330’s motorbike. Seriously? This isn’t a trap or something? …awesome.

2:11 PM GOT HIM, oh my god. I spotted him, stuck my crowbar out, and I got him. Okay, uh… huh. He’s dead, alright. Yeah, you can’t get much deader than that. Blunt object at high speeds to the head. Yeah. I’m getting the fuck out of this crazy town and putting this entire adventure out of my head. o_e

2:29 PM Motorbikes can go through rabbit holes, whoo. Fuck this maze shit; I’m looking for an expressway or something.

2:30 PM There’s a big sign here that says “Expressway.” …huh.

2:33 PM WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I CAN FEEL THE WIIIND BLOWING THROUGH MY ATTRACTIVE YOUNG BLONDE HAIR. ;D Actually, I can’t. Speed limit’s 10 miles an hour. …ah, what the fuck. There’s nobody around.

2:34 PM I FEEL YOUNG AGAIN :DDDDDD

2:59 PM If you were to ask me where the hell I am now, I wouldn’t be able to answer you. There are some cats wandering around. Normal cats. And there’s a green bus right there. Double-decker. Just sittin’ there, too. This looks like a baaad neighbourhood. The houses look like giant watermelons, but on fire. And there’s a guy over there who’s got two heads. I’m looking for an exit to this rabbit hole.

3:01 PM Mister Two-Head over there’s eating a pumpkin. I keep going past this street but then I just end up driving right back into it. It’s like an endless loop of this neighbourhood. I think I’m gonna look around.

3:03 PM Mister Two-Head’s name is Ryan. Ryan Tuhed, actually. Huh.

3:04 PM Checking out the watermelon house here. That’s on fire.

3:05 PM Holy shit. Journal, do you remember that one room, back on the first day of this Rapture shit? And there was a room with a TV and a chess table? Kinda? Yeah, well… it’s giant now. Like, I’m the size of a cockroach or something. And also, I’m in it. In case that wasn’t obvious.

3:10 PM It took me five minutes to walk from one end of the room to the other. Where the hell am I supposed to go? ..there’s a giant air vent there.

3:18 PM Finally reached it, and I’m in now. Not sure where I’m going. Holy fuck I’m in a spaceship. There’s that Sun of Nothing again, the giant eye. It’s watching me. I’m buying some curtains.

3:30 PM I’ve looked all over this little spaceship, and I can’t seem to find any clue as to where I’m supposed to go. I mean, there’s one locked door, but I doubt the exit’s in there. Then again, I’ve been wrong before.

3:35 PM Okay, how am I gonna open this goddamn door. ..oh my god duh, crowbar, hello. I’m stupid. Kay, here goes.

3:36 PM It’s pretty dark in there. LET’S DO IT. I can’t see shit Took a right. Still not sure where I am. FFU Nearly fell down something. I’m now crossing a bridge. I think. Kay, uh.. just hugging the walls now, where do I go. …I heard a growl. I’m running. found a crawlspace oh my god hurry

3:39 PM LIGHT. Oh. What. Wait. I think it’s a Metallica concert. What the hell, let’s watch.

3:42 PM “Fuel.” waitwaitwait GIMME FUE GIMME FAI GIMME DABAJABAZAH! ..the whole crowd is booing, the entire crowd is booing. They’re chanting “Frayed Ends of Sanity.” Over and over. All together.

3:43 PM Holy shit, Metallica’s actually playing it. I gotta admit, the crowd has good taste. I love this song, nice and proggy when it gets going.

3:50 PM “And Justice For All,” they’re chanting. And so the band plays it.

4:00 PM “One.” They play it.

4:18 PM “Blackened.” They play it.

4:24 PM “To Live is to Die.” Sheesh, why not just ask to play the whole Justice album, guys? It’d be easier.

4:35 PM “Dyer’s Eve.” And so they play it.

4:40 PM Then they go back to “Frayed Ends of Sanity.” o_o I’m getting out of here.

4:42 PM Holy shit, Neil Peart is out here. I’m so talking to him.

4:50 PM Neil says this is called the Camper Festival. All day, every day. The crowd forces bands to go up and play their most progressive pieces. Neil says, if they ask for “2112” again, he’s gonna punch a guy in the face. I asked if he knows the way out. He does, though he can’t take it, himself. Not until Rush has played. It’s out that door right there. Finally, I asked him if he knows what the hell Rapture is. He stared at me like I was crazy. Then he said “It’s coming.” Going now.

4:52 PM On my way out, I saw Peter freaking Gabriel. Of Genesis fame. He told me, first, that “Rapture is coming” (like I didn’t already know), and that Phil’s gone missing. Phil Collins, that is. ..now I’m going!

4:55 PM This is reality, oh my god finally. Red sky. I seem to be far from Lloret. Good. I’m fucking starving.

4:58 PM ..seriously, a gas station? Where there’s a gas station, there’s food!

5:50 PM Man, I was hungry. I also decided to look at the list of people to convert. I’ve converted everyone Mistress told me to. There were only three. So what do I do now? Do I just head back? I mean, I suppose. I imagine getting back will be the fun part. I’m gonna walk along this road until I find a house.

6:42 PM Found one. I’m gonna rest up long tonight. I have a long journey home ahead of me, and I plan on looking for as many rabbit holes as I can find to make the journey quicker. So for now, I’m sleeping. Night-night, journal. We’ll be seeing Donnie soon enough. :3

(Attached: “Cringing as I am at Jordan’s behaviour through these logs, I feel it necessary to insert an anecdote of a.. relatively older Jordan, as told from an outside perspective, to perhaps colour the reading experience in a different way. The following took place, I believe, when the two of us went our way through Europe for some errand or two. Jordan and I, being old friends by this point, spent our journey catching up on old times and old humour. On many occasions, he would point at some sight and try to find something witty to say about it, much like he appears to do in his solitary scribblings. Now, a lot of the things he pointed out were such things as blown-up schools, flooded streets, amputee strangers limping along their empty shell of an everyday life, shriveled up and soggy Gingerbread Men lying in gutters and coughing up sprinkles, and landscapes soaked with dried-up blood, so his wit didn’t always work. But I’m not here to critique his jokes; I’m here to suggest a point about a companion. There was one instance in particular that still sticks to my memory: He saw a spidercat that had had four of its legs torn off, its mandibles mangled, and its extra eyes poked out, and he pointed at it and said, --- Look, it’s a cat. I shifted my eyes and said I didn’t really want to look at it. So he tilted his head and asked why not. -- There’s enough suffering, I replied, folding my arms. He looked at the poor spidercat again, curled up under a wooden table in a house’s front yard and trying to sleep and forget, and then he looked back at me, frowning. --- I didn’t mean… -- Forget about it, it’s fine, let’s just keep moving. Where are we now, Poland? He nodded and followed me down the street. I asked how much further it was to.. whatever our destination was at the time. --- A few hundred miles? I dunno, we can ask EAT when we find her. -- Where did it go, anyway? --- Didn’t say. He squeaked a little, then cleared his throat. --- I don’t know. It usually tells me. I slowed down to let him catch up and put my hand on his back. He looked at me and forced a smile. As we walked, he asked me about time travel, how that went. I told him it works, it’s just a little more limited than I’d expected. --- Doesn’t this mean that you could just.. leave this all behind? You could go back to the way things were, the way the world used to be. -- I guess. I’ve only done it once, and it didn’t last long enough, maybe there are adverse effects if I stay for too long. Or… I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it. Been caught up in trying to help the world as it is now, y’know? --- That makes sense. Then we walked in silence.”)

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ARB Birthday Special: Rintaro Himura

 ~~ July 16th ~~

“The child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth.”

Login Lines:

“Eh? What the hell are you here for? My…birthday? …Fuck it is today, isn't it?”

“To be honest, I don't care much about celebrating my birthday, but I guess thanks for reminding me.”

Voice Lines: 

“I can't believe I forgot my birthday. *sighs* Whoop de fucking do. It's just another day. I don't see what the big deal is.”

“Let's see what people sent me today for my birthday. Death threats from people whose loved ones were my victims? Check. Fucked up love letters from rabid fangirls saying they want my children? Check. Honestly, I prefer the death threats over the love letters.”

“God, when was the last time I had a decent birthday anyway? I can't remember. I'm pretty sure it was at least before my bitch of an egg donor ran out.”

“No wait. The first birthday I had after Akari was born that…was pretty special. Akari was a couple of months old by then, and she was already trying to say more than that "goo goo gaga" shit. I guess she was just waiting for the right moment because on my birthday she said her first word. Rin-nii. I remember feeling so proud back then.”

“Eh? What the hell do you want, Old Man? Damn getting soft, aren't we? Well, aren't I fucking special? *smirks* Made it my mission to personally annoy you till the day you die, Old Man. Alright, alright, thanks for getting me something then.” 

“Damn Old Man, this is actually pretty useful. God knows how many times I've crushed them. Eh? You’ve been smoking these motherfuckers for how long? So you can't tell me shit about smoking. Alright, you got yourself a deal, Old Man. A mistake I'm sure multiple fuckers regret. *pauses* Also…Akihisa…thanks for everything.” 

“Goddamn it, Touya, it's just my birthday. You don't have to make a big deal out of it. Fuck…alright Touya, we can celebrate it. Just stop staring at me like that, you little shit. Do I even wanna know what you got me, Touya? *sighs* Alright, let me see it then. I swear if it's a knife from your collection.” 

“Oh shit, this is actually really nice. At least it's something that actually suits my style. *sees pricetag* Uhh…Touya? How the hell did you afford this? *blinks* Oh gross! I did not need to know that you fucking sex fiend.” 

“There you are, Akari. I haven't seen you at all today. Don’t tell me you’re trying to avoid your big brother. *pauses* Akari just…just having you back is the best gift I've ever received. Well, I'm kinda curious now. What did you get me?”

“This is a cool figure you got me Akari. *jumps* Oh fuck it just moved and…it's flying around now. *whistles* Holy shit you built this Akari? Wow…I'm stunned. I've never seen anything like it. Ouch! Motherfuck just shot fire at me?!? Huh? Well, that'll come in handy. Shit, I was never good with names but…how about Astaroth? He does, doesn't he? Well then let's get along Astaroth.”

Akihisa Lines:

“Rintaro, I'm glad I caught you. I wanted to give you something considering it's your birthday. *snorts* Hardly, but I suppose I'll make an exception just for you today. Have I ever told you how much of a little shit you are? You know you could be grateful that I even got you something, Brat.” 

“I know how much you hate it when your cigarettes get crushed so I got you this case for them. Perhaps one day you’ll reach a point where you give up smoking those cancer sticks. I’ve been smoking longer than you've been alive, but I’ll make you a deal. You cut back on smoking, and I’ll do the same. Don’t want you dying too early. *sighs fondly* Seems like it was yesterday you were forced into my prison cell. *ruffles hair* Don't mention it, Rintaro.”

Touya Lines:

“Rin-chan~! Happy Birthday! Nuh-uh, birthdays are really special. That's what all those movies say. It's also your first birthday since we got out of prison. So we have to celebrate it! *pulls out puppy eyes* Yeah! I have so many things for us to do today. It's gonna be so much fun! Ah! I got you a present too! *giggles* Here!” 

“I saw the jacket in the window of a store one day and thought it would be perfect for you. Hm? Oh, I just told the store owner I would [CENSORED] and [CENSORED] if he gave me a discount on the jacket. What? You asked!”

Bonus! Akari Lines:

“Rin-nii Happy Birthday. *nods* Ah, yes, that. It's your birthday and the first one we've been able to celebrate together in a long time. So I wanted to make sure your gift was perfect. You deserve something besides that Rin-nii. So here. I hope you like it.”

“Not quite Rin-nii. Watch this. Activate. *giggles* It's your very own dragonbot. It's just something I've been working on for a while. I was just waiting for the right moment to give it to you, and what's more perfect than today? Of course! Just in case you don't have your lighter in you. Oh, also, he doesn't like being called it. He's got feelings too, ya know? Now you just gotta name him! *smiles* He likes it! Promise you'll take good care of him, Rin-nii.”

[demoncatapologist]

Invel and any other spriggan for the character ask :0

Thanks for the ask!!!!! Sorry it took a while, had to let my brain figure out how to use words y'know

Invel:

Favourite thing about them: his potential to be such an interesting villain!!!! I am not running off much, but from what I know of, he is a cunning general who stops at nothing to achieve his goals, and his loyalty to Zeref have this kind of illusion of depth into it. Normally I am not too emotionally invested in this character archetype, but I am Invested after his utter loyalty to someone who just does not really care that much about him (and he knows it)

Least favourite thing about them: that goddamn fight in chapter 499.

Favourite line: "I am he who brings winter's wrath to all." That's a raw introduction, Iike it.

BrOTP: Him with the rest of the Spriggans really, that man needs friends. I am currently having thoughts about Invel and Bloodman being "gods damn the sun" buddies (with Invel's albinism and how Bloodman finds sunlight irritating in general. Can't blame them, the sun is overrated.). Also I love to think that Invel's True Ice Kamui probably has Bloodman's influence on it, with the ice being "from the underworld" and all. We are robbed of the Spriggans influencing each other's magics.

OTP: currently I am pretty meh about most Invel ships at the moment, but I like Ajeel/Invel and Gray/Natsu/Invel (thanks to Qbert).

NOTP: I headcanon him as a gay man so ships between him and female characters is just a no for me, especially with the way that they are just there for the sake of a het ship. Because apparently everyone has to end up in a heterosexual relationship. /s

Unpopular opinion: I think Invel should have died after the fight with Gray. Or he is able to move on from Zeref at the end, but that is a lot harder to pull off in what is preferrably the main series. I think the way that he ended up in prison at the end is meant to be kind of hollow, but man it feels frustrating for him to end just like... that.

Random headcanon: He can turn himself into a massive blizzard!

Song I associate with them: Saint Bernard by Lincoln!!!!!!! It gives immaculate Invel vibes, at least according to my interpretation of him being miserable under all of this

Favourite picture of them:

This one!! He looks so pretty here :)

Irene:

Favourite thing about them: she's so terrible I love her. Keep girlbossing <333 her introduction is so cool and man her relationship with Erza is so nice we stan evil women

Least favourite thing about them: Her outfit. Can you give her sth that is not just a fancy bikini please

Favourite line: "I am you... and you are me." Omnious. I love that.

BrOTP: Okay but I like to think of her as the vodka aunt to the rest of the Spriggans. I like to think that she looks at God Serena like a lizard doing funny lizard things. Also Irene and August inflicting fruit on fruit violence on each other my beloved.

OTP: I don't really see her as someone who would be interested in a relationship tbh. I enjoy Annarene and Irene/Selene though. Ancient traumatized lesbians my beloved

NOTP: I don't really feel that strongly about most Irene ships so I don't have a least favourite ship I guess?

Unpopular opinion: Pretty sure a good chunk of people agrees with me on this, but the way that Irene was brought back in 100 Year Quest was... weird. I mean, we get to see more of her and she gets a sorta happier ending, but why? Despite being the creator of dragon slayer magic, she barely does anything with a plot about dragons! Also why is she just benelovent now? Also the way... she reincarnated in Edolas? No. Just no. Why.

Random headcanon: Irene experiences the urge to sunbathe even after being turned back into a human again. Her sunbathing chair is carved out of the rock where it originally stood, and the staff knows better not to disturb her when she is out there.

Song I associate with them: I dunno why but I think of Bloody Mary by Lady Gaga for some reason. Basic, I know.

Favourite picture of them: OKAY SHE MAY BE IN THE FAR BACK BUT WE ALL KNOW THIS IS THE BIGGEST GODDAMN POWER MOVE I HAVE EVER SEEN

(Bonus: found this concept sketch of Irene, and needless to say, we were fucking robbed)

[p3achii-was-h3r3]

Introduction!

Greetings! As some may know, my main name is 'Peachii', you may call me 'Peach' for short! My pronouns are She/They, I do not have a preference! I also go by 'Dr. Redacted' or 'Dr. Red' (as a direct reference to my persona as an SCP Personnel 'cause goddamn the hyperfixation is real)! Feel free to interact! I don't bite. :]

Here are some things about, well, me!

『 Hobbies! 』

• Digital and Traditional Art! (Though, I'll probably be posting mainly digital artworks here, if I were to post them)

• Writing! (I used to write poems back then, I haven't gotten the motivation to make more, though. I also write stories! Well, mainly backstories and lore of my characters. Main thing I like writing recently, though, is files! SCP inspired files such as: Personnel Files, Info Logs, etc.)

• + More! (These include: Playing the Piano, Singing, and, well... That's about all I can think of- I'll mainly be posting about the first two, though. Again, if I were to post. We'll see if I can get myself to. Then I'll consider whether or not I want to keep my voice private. Though, for now, I'm leaning towards keeping it that way.)

『 Fandoms That I'm In! 』

(Feel free to interact if you're in any of these!! I apologize in advance if I don't know much about a certain fandom, though. It has been a while.)

• The Life Series!

• Hermitcraft (Season 9)

• The Crane Wives (Technically not a fandom but I LOVE THEM SO MUCH)

• SCP!

• The Stanley Parable Ultra Deluxe

• Welcome Home

• Generation Loss

• Across The Spiderverse

• Detroit: Become Human

• Fran Bow

• Little Misfortune

• Pony Town (a game I play sometimes)

• + More!

『 Songs That I Listen To! 』

(Just because I cannot get them out of my head LMAO-)

• Tongues and Teeth, by The Crane Wives (INFACT, MOST SONGS FROM THE CRANE WIVES CUZ THEIR MUSIC US TOO DARN GOOD!!!1!1!1!1!!)

• Curses, by The Crane Wives

• I Love You Like An Alcoholic, by The Taxpayers

• My Alcoholic Friends, by The Dresden Dolls

• I See Red, by Everybody Loves an Outlaw

• The Soul Electric, by Chonny Jash

• Step On Me, by The Cardigans

• Government Hooker, by Lady Gaga

• Amnesia Was Her Name, by Lemon Demon

• Eigth Wonder, by Lemon Demon

• Cabinet Man, by Lemon Demon (gee, I think they like Lemon Demon and The Crane Wives guys...)

• + More!

[END OF INTRO.]

[Note: This post will probably be updated as time goes on. There may be a chance that I make a seperate newer introduction in the future. Apologies for the sheer length of this intro- I got a tad bit ahead of myself- Thank you very much for reading! I hope you all the best! ^^]

[louise-verneuil]

the day y'all share your sources with me will be the day hell freezes over, honestly. where are all those interviews? share a link, pal? // the day you realize stating facts isn’t “hate” will be the day hell freezes over. Here are the sources and links, pal. Most of them posted by yourself. Don’t you read her interviews or what you post? You posted that screenshot of Amanda’s post yourself. You must be new and don’t remember the days Louise blocked people who commented about her real name being Pauline and being from the south. I guess you just have to accept that sometimes some people’s lives and personalities aren’t as shiny and cool as you want it to be. You have to accept that you can like someone’s work but still admit they’re not who you expect them to be. I don’t hate Louise, I enjoy listening to some of her songs because they can be quite enjoyable, but I’m also aware of that side of her that you and her so called fans keep denying. Not gonna get started on so many other aspects of her and her life cause you clearly don’t like to reason and don’t even bother remembering what she said in her interviews, asking me to share links as if I’ve made stuff up and now I’m gonna fail providing you with sources. Again, this is not “hate”, just facts & things that exist. Such is life, pal.

"Beware, I talk a lot!”

https://www.grazia.fr/culture/musique-culture/louise-verneuil-variations-sur-lou-125066.html/amp

"I am an extroverted person, extravagant but with flaws"

https://www.bewaremag.com/interview-louise-verneuil/?amp

"I am very extroverted when it comes to singing"

https://www.artisterevelation.com/post/louise-verneuil-rimes-vermeilles

“How much we love to talk” comment on Amanda’s post

https://www.tumblr.com/louise-verneuil/705307560004173824/121522-x

thank you, wasn't that hard now, was it? nobody said you made shit up, i was asking for sources? i have a life of my own, i don't have the goddamn time to memorize every single thing i post & read -- especially when it's an interview from 2-3 years ago; no matter how much i like someone or not. i'm not that obsessed. i still think that being shy in some areas doesn't mean that a person can't talk a lot or be extroverted in other aspects (especially when around people she knows/is comfortable with, like amanda). she's been saying she's shy in some form or other for the last ten years now. that same interview (beware) where she says she's 'extroverted' is also the same one where she says she felt shy about performing her songs/lyrics on stage. there's literally an article from her 'the voice' days (2012) where it's said her legal name is pauline, she's answered questions about it in interviews, it has never been a secret (that same quote that started this whole discussion is literally about her creating the 'character' of 'louise verneuil'). idk what some of you guys' issue is with her using a stage name. are y'all all in lana del rey's & lady gaga's comments like this as well? are you reminding elton john every five minutes that his birth name is reginald? she's also talked about being from the south. maybe it's the tone in which you guys leave these comments that makes her block you? like why are you so pressed about this? who cares? she's not a criminal for creating a stage persona (so many artists do) or giving different answers/changing over the years. i could've sworn many years ago harry styles either said he'd never go solo or go into acting (one of the two or maybe both) & look at him now. are you calling harry styles out for his answers as well (now i'm not a fan nor do i go on his fan pages, but i'm very positive that no one is leaving asks about how his answers have changed over the years). & if she wants to block someone then that's her right, it's her account. she hasn't hurt anyone with her name or saying she's actually multi-faceted & has more than one characteristic. why does this bother you so much? why are you letting her have such an affect on you?

[laughingmagi]

🔥 on fc

Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.

I know you said you meant dc, and auto correct is mean, but I have opinions on fcs, too lmao.

On FCs

I know it's going to sound petty af, but I really hate when people choose a FC that has a very famous role and they insist on using that famous role in their caps. It's like. Okay, Chris Evans as an easy example. He's been in like 30-odd movies aside from the Marvel films. There's no reason to use Captain America, y'know? I mean, I have a fc with a well known role (even though like Ewan had been working since long before Star Wars and Obi-Wan was far from his break out role), but you don't see me using caps from SW. Mind you, I'm talking about the big roles, the iconic ones, right?

On DC

I don't know. Regarding the films, it's a fucking trash fire. It's a goddamned mess. As far as I'm concerned, they should just embrace the chaos instead of trying to get it under control. They should have fired Ezra, I'm sorry. Bar fights are one thing, but the culty shit? Messing about with teenagers? Idek, if they're not going to face any kind of legal consequences, they should at least be given time to sort their head out before throwing them right back into what probably unhinged them in the first fucking place.

I really don't pay attention to a lot of comics. Still extremely bitter that they didn't hang onto Stejepan Sejic with both hands, give him all the money, all the freedom to do whatever the fuck he wanted with Harley, Poison Ivy, Gotham City Sirens, and anything else. I know he's said that there is no bad blood between him and DC, he just decided he was more artistically fulfilled working on his original comics. And that's fine, that's valid, but I don't believe that DC didn't burn him somehow. Idek if that's an unpop opinion lmao, tho. I think anyone who knows him and has seen his work for DC feels the loss keenly.

Do we need a Joker sequel? The Gaga stills in her snoozefest Harley costume that just bubbled up are giving me nothing. I'm not enthused.

A quick encore of my classic Hellblazer/John Constantine unpopular opinions:

The TV show was trash. Yes, I've watched it and every minute was sheer torture aside from when Papa Midnite showed up. He was great.

Both versions of Justice League Dark are bad, though the New 52 series was far worse than the reboot.

There hasn't been a legit good Hellblazer comic since the end of the Vertigo imprint. Merely passable.

The movie is good actually.

Most of DCs attempts to represent John's bisexuality have been either cowardly or shitty jokes (like I'm sorry, no one can convince me that the concept of John dating King Shark was anything but a cheap punchline. Because Harley was right there too and hahaha, wouldn't it be funny if it was assumed that he'd dated Harley but it was actually King Shark??????? Hahahahahahaahooooohaaa SO FUNNY YOU GUYS).

[melefim]

Swearing in Dead Boy Detectives: Episode 6- The Case of the Creeping Forest

Episode Overview:

32 total, 8 different words said by 7 characters.

Edwin: 1 Bloody

Charles: 1 Fuck, 1 Damn, 2 Bugger

Crystal: 4 Fuck, 2 Shit, 1 Ass, 2 Hell, 3 God

Jenny: 1 Fuck, 1 Shit

David: 5 Fuck

Esther: 1 Fuck, 1 Damn, 3 God

Cat King: 1 Fuck, 1 Shit, 1 God

Curses Per Character:

Edwin: 1

Charles: 4

Crystal: 12

Jenny: 2

David: 5

Esther: 5

Cat King: 3

Uses Per Word:

Fuck: 13

Shit: 4

Ass: 1

Damn: 2

Hell: 2

Bloody: 1

God: 7

Bugger: 2

Lines:

Crystal: What the hell? I have to pay my rent. I can't be a homeless person with a heart-shaped gem.

Crystal: I want to keep this demon the fuck out.

Crystal: God, I just want to be normal.

Esther: Oh, God, well without her precious little dead boys she'll be snake food in no time.

Esther: God! You're not going gaga for the uptight boy?

Crystal: God, I feel totally useless.

Charles: I mean, Monty's our mate and all, but Gladys could have buggered off.

Crystal: So no, I didn't read the stupid tree! … Shit.

Jenny: Just like whatever the fuck I am doing is none of yours.

Crystal: It's like he's fucking haunting me.

Crystal: What the hell just happened?

Charles: Nasty Bugger. Any ghost it eats is completely obliterated.

David: Oh no, I'm so fucking scared.

Charles: Don't listen to him Crystal, it's just some sort of a mindfuck, innit?

David: Why the fuck do you smell so weak? What the fuck did you do?

Crystal: I gave up my powers, OK? I got you out of my fucking head. You can't get in anymore, asshole.

David: Now, she's just another fucking terrified lump of human flesh.

Crystal: I am nothing special, So why don't you just leave me the fuck alone?

David: Did you really think that you could beat me with a fucking cricket bat?

Charles: He's wrong you know? You're still pretty damn special.

Crystal: OK, enough uh, emotional bullshit.

Cat King: Oh God, the handsome face, the little kiss, bullshit astrology- he’s luring you into a trap!

Edwin: Even if that were true, you're a bloody crow!

Cat King: Do you hear me? I will stop fucking playing nice!

Esther: I mean, this is why we had a plan, Monty, so I wouldn't be the one traipsing through the goddamn woods!

Esther: God, I love final moments.

Esther: Teeth Face, what the fuck?

Crystal: Oh my God, are you guys OK?

Jenny: No, stop that bullshit right now.

Notes:

Previously on Dead Boy Detectives…

Shown in this episode’s recap but not counted above:

Niko: Oh my god. (Episode 5)

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More Dead Boy Detectives Swearing Posts:

Masterlist

Swearing by Episode

Swearing by Character

Swearing by Word

All Swearing Posts

And if you like lists of things like I do, you can check out my other Dead Boy Detectives ones here!

When Charles’ Shirt Colors Change

George Rextrew’s Edwin comic inspo board

Full soundtrack with timestamps

Moves, Incidents, and Cases Masterlist

First pass at finding where the songs in the score are used- full post with timestamps in progress