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Mads what did they do 💔😭

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[thewatsonbeekeepers]

hello! just saw your reblog about ASiB. i am a little bit confused on why sherlock can't deduce irene? what's wrong on that? and why john thought that the sad violin music is for irene? tho sherlock is not thinking about her right? this is one of the things i can't understand. im sorry to bother ;(

Hello!

First of all - there’s no need to be sorry! You’re not bothering me - there is nothing I love more than chatting Sherlock meta!!

My hot take on why Sherlock can’t deduce Irene - I assume this has been said before by somebody else, but here goes regardless:

The first thing that is noticeable about Irene is the choice to cast Lara Pulver. Lots of people have gone into this - I’m personally a big Lara Pulver fan, but they were definitely at a stage where they could have got a bigger name if they wanted to. Instead, they chose an actor with wavy black hair and cheekbones that could murder you as well as an accent as posh as his. She’s a brilliant performer, but she also looks eerily like Ben when he plays Sherlock. They also accentuate this with tied up hair, Sherlock coat, riding crop introduction etc. Lots of people have talked about how this introduction of Irene as a lesbian is meant to mirror Sherlock’s gayness - but let’s bring in an even more metaphorical reading.

Irene is representative of sexual desire whenever she appears in the mind palace; this only happens in TSoT, TAB and a mention in TLD and TFP if you believe in EMP. TAB arguably makes this the most explicit in the ‘glass house’ conversation. However, what if she is representative of sexual desire as early on as this?

I don’t believe that Sherlock figures out his feelings for John until TSoT - we’re dealing here with a man who has seriously repressed his own feelings (because of the character’s history! The show is very meta in picking a character who has traversed the last 100+ years of queer oppression). So when he comes face to face with Irene, a naked mirror of himself representing sexual desire - he can’t comprehend her.

Now of course what’s interesting is that from a plot perspective, there are things we know about her. Not just her measurements, although that too! She has an expensive ring (diamond?) on the fourth finger of her right hand - this is normally what committed queer people do instead of the left hand, and we know that Irene is in a committed lesbian relationship with Kate so that seems like an obvious deduction left for the audience to spot. Her earrings match the ring exactly in stone and shape, which might hint to us that she wears her heart on her sleeve a lot more than she might let on (as we’ll see at the end of the episode) - she can’t keep personal and work lives separate. It’s not that on a surface level Irene is non-deducible - it’s that she is on a metaphorical level. Sherlock genuinely doesn’t know what to do.

There’s a well known meta here about how the hiker bit is a metaphorical representation of John’s sexual problems with Sarah, which I personally think is a fantastic reading - let’s look at exactly what comes before that. It is Irene who asks exactly what happened with the hiker (read: between John and Sarah) - so it’s Sherlock’s desire which prompts his need to know. But look at what happens when Irene gets too close to John - Sherlock blurts out a garbled response that can only be described as... well, similar to John’s own “backfire”, right? Without trying to read too much innuendo into this moment, there’s an almost sexual prematureness in what Sherlock says, a kind of panic to get the words out and at the same time to stop Irene (his libido) and John from getting any closer. This scene screams to me of Sherlock coming face to face with his own desires and homophobia (internalised over 100+ years!!) at the same time.

In terms of the violin song, one thing that’s worth noting is that that doesn’t come from ACD canon - Holmes composes a violin piece for Gabriela in TPLoSH, and ASiB draws a lot on the Gabriela section of that film. (Seriously worth a watch!) TPLoSH was, until recently, the only queer adaptation of the stories, and in it Holmes’s emotional vulnerabilites come from his sexuality, in particular his drug abuse. That’s why I love this quote from Ben C so much:

She’s here to showcase emotional vulnerabilities, just like the drugs - and the drugs are seriously associated with queerness the further on we go in the show (HLV, TAB).

However, even on a surface level as @dinner--starving pointed out in the post you reference, Sherlock can’t be playing the violin sadly because Irene is alive, because there’s no way he didn’t already know! Unless Irene had a twin sister (and it’s never twins!) there’s no way that Sherlock misrecognised her body - he lied to keep her safe.

Irene’s theme is important because it first appears after the scene at Battersea where the possibility that John is in love with Sherlock is broached - and then continues to be used at key johnlocky moments, such as TEH and the deduction in TSoT where Sherlock finally figures out his feelings. Better analyses of these than I have done can be found here: X X

So yes! I’m sorry this is such a long response and I hope it makes sense! Thanks so much for dropping by to ask - I had great fun digging through ASiB for this :)

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Changes through Time (Steve Rogers X Daughter!Reader)

Characters: Steve Rogers X Daughter!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers, Captain America

Warnings: Mention of homophobia and maybe some spoilers

Request: Steve Rogers x daughter!reader where the reader wakes up 70 years later and realises that life is so different i.e. seeing gay people BUT she was secretly gay in the 30's and comes out as a lesbian?

When people met you, and then met your father, they’d simply go “Yep, seems about right”. Even when you had just started to walk and talk, people could place you as Roger’s daughter almost instantaneously. You had his stubborn nature but also his big, kind heart. Steve got called in on your first day of school before you got in a fight with a boy for pulling on girl’s hairs, and when he tried it with you, you promptly turned and pushed him, telling him not to do that to you or the other girls, and if you caught him doing it again, you’d shove him harder next time. Your punishment by your father was spending the afternoon with Uncle Bucky “tickle monster” Barnes. 

You were still young when the second world war started, so you watched your uncle turn into a sergeant and then one day your dad came back home… quite a bit taller than you remembered. For a moment you wanted to ask who the hell he was, eyeing him suspiciously, before your dad assured you it was him by recounting the time you kicked a guy in the shins just the week before for saying something condescending to your dad.

Not long after, you lost both your dad and the man who’d sworn to take you in if something happened to Steve, Bucky. Peggy stepped up for you, and you found yourself helping her around with small simple tasks around the office after the war, meeting Howard Stark, who took an interest in the fact that you were the daughter of Captain America… and you were almost exactly like him. Despite his death, you kept your head high, had a good head on your shoulders and any decision you made had a good reason behind it. Peggy and Howard looked at you, and saw Steve. Howard mentioned that despite the war being over, the world still needed heroes. You signed yourself up for any plans aged 13. By 15 you ended up in Alaska, to try and follow a lead for Peggy and Howard, only to end up being under prepared and finding a burrow and freezing, unaware your father had faced a similar fate.

You were found about 70 years after by hikers, who first reportedly you as a dead body, before officials arrived and realised you were somehow still alive, rushing you to the hospital and tried to identify you while you were still comatose, and when no links could be found, they released a picture of your frozen face to the public. It spread all across America till it ended up on the wall outside Steve’s apartment complex. 

You were put into SHIELD care immediately after Steve stormed in, telling Fury his daughter, that he had longed thought dead and was too heartbroken to go find out what actually happened to you- was actually alive, frozen in Alaska. Steve was there when you were deemed stable, and like they’d done with him, they put you in a room similar to the mid to later 1940’s and he stayed with you. You woke up, seeing your dad sat in the seat beside you, smiling down at you with a new haircut and clothes that didn’t seem to… be right. The first words out of your mouth? “Holy shit.” 

“Don’t swear.” Your dad scorned, watching as you carefully sat yourself up, looking around the room. “What year is it?” He asked you.

“Um… I think it’s 1949, nearly 1950, but… dad, you’re dead. You’re dead. You crashed a plane. Am… am I dead?” You asked. Steve shook his head, using the date you gave him to piece together how old you were now. You were nearly 16.  You weren’t a little girl anymore, you were a teenager.

“What were you doing huh? In the snow?” He asked you, taking your hand. You looked at him… mild guilt in your eyes. 

“Don’t be mad at Peggy, she nearly killed Howard when he suggested I do it- she nearly killed me when I offered to do stuff for him.” You blurted. Steve took a deep breath in. Of course it had something to do with Howard… it made sense now why Peggy didn’t really like talking about you with him, she probably felt guilty. But then again, this was you he was talking about. 

“It’s you, I doubt even she could stop you from anything you planned on doing.” Steve assured you. “Right now, I need you to relax okay, before there’s something very important I need to tell you.” 

You took the news a… bit better than Steve did. You did run out into the street to look around, but Steve managed to grab you before you ran into traffic, and he stood with you while you looked around at the new world around you. You spent more than three weeks studying about the new world, adapting at quicker pace than your dad as well. It was during your exploration of computers and news sites, and twitter, than you found out about the gay community. 

When you were a girl, you didn’t even know that it was a thing. No one talked about it, and when it was it was frowned upon. Then you read about Stonewall, and the names of certain sexualities and how people were… more accepting. Gay marriage was legal in New York, where you lived, now. You hadn’t mentioned it to your dad, or Bucky, or even Peggy and Howard after you thought them dead… but...seeing the lesbian flag, seeing photos from the most recent pride parade, with girls kissing and being in love… it made you realise that when you were a teenager and you thought a girl in your school was extremely pretty and her compliment on your hair made you blush, was actually you not realising why you never found guys attractive. 

“Dad? Can I talk to you about something?” You asked, shuffling at your seat at dinner. You tried to keep your head up and be brave, reminding yourself that while your dad was from the 1940’s like yourself, he’d been living in the modern world for a long time and he wasn’t going to say anything harsh or cruel. But you were still terrified. 

“Of course you can, what’s up?” He asked, putting his cutlery down to properly focus on you. You hesitating, wondering where to start. Do you ask about his opinion on gay people? Do you ask if he knows about Stonewall, or the parade happening soon, or do you just say you’re gay? “Y/N, what’s wrong?” He asked. 

“You promise not to be mad?” You asked. Steve chuckled. 

“I could never be mad at you.” He assured you. 

“Even if I told you I was a lesbian?” You asked. Steve looked up properly, sitting straight. “You can’t be mad, you promised-”

“I’m not mad. Why would I be mad?... How long have you known?” He asked you, his voice still soft and comforting. You looked down at your hands. 

“After you… there was girl when I moved up, she was… I used to think she was the prettiest girl in the entirety of New York, and then one day she complimented my outfit and I got so red in the face I thought I was sick, and whenever I saw her it was like she was the only thing that mattered. I never had that with any guy, ever. They didn’t teach us about it back then as you know, and I was doing my research found out about all the... improvements and about how much more accepting people are now and… I guess it clicked then.” You explained, picking up your fork and messing with the food on your plate. 

“What did she look like?” Your dad asked. You gave him a look, telling him he knew what he was trying. “I just wanna know, so if I see any girls your age that look like girls you might like I can keep an eye out-”

“Dad! No! You are not going to start trying to get me a date with girls!” You told him off, while he seemed to giggle to himself, starting to get back into his food. “Hey dad?” You asked, picking up your fork. He looked up again. “Love you.” 

“Love you too sweetheart.”

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in!

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Animal Skins AU

Finally have the courage to make my own au and release it into the world so here it is: an animal brides au inspired by overly sarcastic production’s latest video and cosmo sheldrake’s “the moss”

(Warning: murder/hunting mention, death mention, gun mention, lmk if there’s anymore)

Setting: a mythical world similar to ours, but quite different because I didn’t want to worry about where specific animals lived. so basically the only differences is where all the animals live

Characters

Logan Tala

species: human

sexuality: aromantic asexual

gender: male

raised in an orphanage run by nuns

graduate of The Saint Teresa College, also run by the nuns he grew up with

having been brought up in a catholic school with a mostly conservative staff, it wasn’t until he met Sister Tanya, a closeted lesbian asexual nun, that he started to accept his sexuality.

loves nature and space, but is strangely indifferent to robots, stating that “The truly compelling kind of science, is the kind that was not created by mankind, and therefore can never truly be understood.”

he’s poetic like that

while very intelligent and appreciative of the goals and services the educational system provides, he also (rather surreptitiously) absolutely hates it due to its outdated method of shoving information down students’ throats without giving any real thought or care to keep the pupils interested. not to mention the fact that homework and projects can keep a student up late at various hours, thus throwing off their circadian system and not letting them get the required time for sleep

is the kind to scroll wikipedia for hours

Patton Uycoco

species: human

sexuality: bisexual

gender: demiboy

went to the same school as Logan, and is his closest friend

also struggled with their sexuality as well as their gender, not really experiencing dysphoria but feeling like something was off

was introduced to Sr. Tanya by Logan, who helped them come to terms with their orientations

loved animals, but mostly just mammals, birds, and cute fishes. anything creepy-looking or said to be dangerous (snakes, spiders, nautilus, sharks, octopuses are a bit in-between, etc.) were squicks for them

cartoon and musical lover!

loved Dodie (yes she exists in this au because I can and also she’s basically a goddess and deserves to be in every universe) as well as some other mainstream artists (still loves 1D, cried when they broke up)

Roman Sanders

species: therianthropic (deer)

sexuality: gay af

gender: male

brother of Remus Sanders

ADHD

half therianthropic, half human. his mother was therianthropic, a deer capable of turning into a human. she fell in love with roman’s father and married him, giving birth to Roman and Remus shortly after. however, only Roman inherited her (technically) shape-shifting powers

his mother was killed by a hunter when he was 15

was homeschooled by both his parents along with his brother, but after his mother died was educated by his father only

not incredibly fond that his “spectacular skill” consists of turning into a deer. often wishes he could be something more “brave and dangerous”, like a lion or bear. has even occasionally said he’d settle on a horse, because “at least those beautiful creatures can knock a b*tch out”

not that he disrespects his mother, of course

Roman really misses her

loves his brother, but is also incredibly creeped out by him so he never admits it

loud

loves (hyperfixates on) musicals, the occasional video game, cartoons, mythology, greek and latin history and architecture, and literature

met Logan at a history convention, swapped numbers and eventually became close friends. was introduced to Patton shortly after and bonded over their shared love of cartoons and musicals

Virgil Noctis

species: therianthropic (leopard cat)

sexuality: panromantic, asexual

gender: genderfluid

hard of hearing due to a gunshot they heard when they were very young

ran away in a panic and ended up at a small cottage owned by a sweet farmer lesbian couple

was adopted by the lesbians and grew up under their care

attended Greenfield for grade school and high school, but never attended college as they didn’t have enough money to afford it

very very anxious, especially about their disability

(they can’t hear people, though they can read lips well, what if they react wrong? they can’t even hunt properly, what if they get eaten in the wild?)

they can, in fact, communicate and hunt well :)

often uses their phone to communicate with others

was very nervous when they came out to their moms about being genderfluid, and while their parents were confused at first, they eventually learned to understand and accept their child’s gender orientation

needs to have headphones or loud speakers in order to listen to music

likes emo music (mcr, tøp, p!atd etc. because those exist here too yay) as well as dodie, tessa violet, orla gartland and lauren aquilina

(plus billie eilish of course)

very interested in conspiracies

met Roman while hanging out in the woods

(they saw him turn into a human and freaked out before remembering that it was a thing some people did sometimes and oh yeah they are one of those people)

Remus Sanders

species: human

sexuality: aro-spec, a-spec (questioning)

gender: trans male

twin brother of Roman Sanders

actually a bit jealous of Roman for getting all the cool powers, but still loves him nonetheless

also loves annoying his baby brother to death

(yes, baby brother, albeit by an hour)

also misses his mother a lot, though he’ll admit he was closer to his father

dysphoric, always tries his best to feel like a guy though he hates polo shirts or... anything with a folded collar

loves creepy/scary animals, movies, games etc.

watches conspiracy videos on the daily like Virgil, but likes to focus more on paranormal activities

speaking of Virgil, when they first met he did creep them out a bit, but discovered they both watched conspiracy videos and bonded from there

met the others through Roman

Dante

species: therianthropic (timber rattlesnake)

sexuality: queer

gender: agender

human contact whats that

yeah so basically they only learned how to speak from the passing hunters and hikers in the forest as well as the other therianthropic animals

sometimes they would obtain and collect books (doesn’t matter where from and how, not important) and eventually taught themselves how to read

kinda sick of being the kind of animal that humans screamed at and ran away from upon seeing them

and if it wasn’t that, it would normally involve being captured

he always escapes of course

the first time they were handled by a human without malicious intent was by a 16-year old Remus, who tripped over them while on a leisurely stroll to find some tarantulas

Remus brought them home and housed them kindly

he was the first person Dante revealed his human self to

long story short Dante moved in with the Sanders family and perfected their English during their stay there

also Roman screamed like a little girl upon seeing Dante for the first time

he denies it’s ever happened

Remy Diaz-Picani

species: human

sexuality: gay

gender: deminonbinary

a nature photographer

married to Emile

Emile Diaz-Picani

species: human

sexuality: gay, aceflux

gender: male

a zoologist, works in tandem with Remy

married to Remy

Anyways, that’s all I got for now, I might add some stuff later on. Also if I made any mistakes regarding Virgil’s disability or the like, please let me know, this would be my first attempt at writing disabilities in a (hopefully) pretty big project like this.

[grav3yardbb92]

summer of '84

This is a story I posted on my wattpad. The profile name on there is the same as here.

This is Xavier X reader

Warnings:  violence, murder, kissing

********

The loud music pumps throughout the crowded night club, as I dance like a maniac with my boyfriend of just a few weeks, Xavier. His hands rake up and down my hips as I grind my body against his. My breath hitches in my throat, when my arm is suddenly grabbed and I am yanked across the room.

" Hey, let go of her!" Xavier shouts at the stranger, following close behind as we head down the dark, quiet hallway. " stay out of this Jr." The man speaks, allowing me to recognize his voice. " Blake? What are y...AHH!." He interrupts by pushing me harshly against the wall. " uh,uh sweetheart. You know not to call me that" Blake mocks me, my eyes widen at his statement, before I glance toward Xavier, who is behind Blake, looking completely uncomfortable.

" who the fuck are you?" He finally speaks up, taking hold of my hand, attempting to pull me away. " nobody to you, pretty boy. This is business " Blake seethes at X, but doesn't look away from me. I shove Blake off of me " I told you, I'm not in your business anymore, daddy!!" I shout, before taking Xavier's hand and running out.

" get back here you, bitch!"

We run through the pouring rain, hand in hand, headed straight for the van. We quickly climb inside the back and Xavier picks up a blanket, wrapping it around me.

" what was that, Y/N?" He ask me. The look on his face tells me that he only wants the truth. I know I can trust him with even my darkest secrets, but all I want is to forget my past, but Blake won't let that happen. " were you a hooker?" The question doesn't surprise me. " no" I answer, taking in a deep breath before continuing. " he uh....I needed money...my mom was sick, and I....he offered me a job, a good paying one, but it...." I trail off, catching my breath as tears begin to pour from my eyes. When he sees this, X moves to pull me into a hug. " it was porn....lesbian porn" I whisper to him, I know he heard me because he pulled away. I expected him to slap me and kick me out into the rain. But he kisses me gently. " I'll take you home."

        ****************************

The whole drive to my apartment was silent. No music, no conversation, not even one of his dirty jokes, followed by our laughter. Nothing, but the soft rumble of the engine, the occasional grunt from him and my quiet crying. +

"I'm.... I'm sorry X. I swear....it was only once, but he wants me back....he's been following me. I should've told you....." He stops the van, parking in front of my building. He turns to me " Stop!" He shouts, causing me to gasp and pull as far away from him as I can with the seat belt on me. He notices my shocked, shaking state and slowly leans over, pulling me into a hug. " I'm sorry, babe, I didn't mean to yell." He whispers, calming me down." I meant stop apologizing. I understand why you did it. I'm not mad" he looks at me with only love and care, causing me to smile." Thanks" I simply state, bringing a confused look to his face. "For understanding" I add, before kissing his soft lips.

When we pull away, he says nothing. He gets out and moves around the front to open my door, helping me from the van. " what are you doing?" I ask him as he continues to follow me into my building, he usually just opens the door before saying goodbye. " you said he's following you, right?" He ask, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. Before continuing " no way in hell I'm leaving you alone." He kisses my temple and I stop to unlock my door. He opens the door and usher's me in.

" besides, maybe you can tell me more about this porno" he says winking at me. I grab his head, pulling him in for a deep kiss

" maybe, I just show you, pretty boy"

                   ***************************

months later, at camp redwood* +

" you gonna make us pray the boners away?" Xavier sasses at Margret. I can't hear her response because I'm laughing too hard. He turns and blows me a kiss before walking out of the girls cabin, toward the showers. Margret leaves soon after and Montana curses at her, before retrieving another beer from the cooler. I slip out the door to get some air, lighting a joint after I close the door behind me.

" you're looking good, darling " a voice from my past speaks out, but I can't pin point where from. I turn around and barely touch the door handle, before my hand is slapped away and I'm pushed against the wall.

 " Blake, what are you....? " my question is cutoff by a slap " you know not to call me that, Y/N" he speaks harshly. " fine" I say, clearing my throat before continuing " why are you here, daddy?" I whisper, to avoid the girls hearing. " don't act stupid darling, you know what I want" he speaks, a smirk clear on his face, even in the dim light from the window.

 " I want you back" he reaches to caress my cheek and I flinch back to avoid his touch " nno. ...You...you said I was done...that was his deal....one time and you leave me alone" I stutter out, still pinned between Blake and the cabin. " oh no, darling, you don't understand." He says, backing away.  " I will have you.....both of you "

****"****time skip:  just after Xavier saved Chet from the pit********

                    " that was awesome! " Xavier shouts, high giving Trevor after he pushed Mr jingle's into the pit, impaling him on numerous stakes. I watch their mini celebration as I crouch beside Chet, holding pressure on his wound to avoid blood loss. I notice Trevor lift up something into the moonlight, but i can't make out exactly what it is. Chet let's out a struggled gasp and his hand holds tightly to my wrist, I glance down at him. His eyes widen in terror and he lets out a scream as my body is filled with pain. I open my mouth, but no sound escapes as blood floods from the gaping wound in my neck. I just barely notice X running to my side and Trevor passing by me, chasing my attacker, who I assume was Mr jingle's.

" no!" X shouts, pulling my tired, limp body into his arms. " you can't leave me, Y/N." His voice cracks as he talks through his tears, which I feel splash onto my face. " X.... I ....Iloveyo....." My final words are slurred as I choke on my last breath. My last sight is of his gorgeous face, contorted to a look of terror and sadness, before my eyes begin to blur and then close for good.

*****20 minutes later******

I scream and sit up frantically, my eyes wide with shock. Instinctively, I reach to my neck, feeling the smoothe skin that adorns it. What should be a fresh cut is gone, and my sweater, that should be dyed red with my blood, is still it's bright neon color, save for a few stains from sweat and dirt. What the fuck is happening?

" I'm alive" I say, at barely a whisper, of course there is no one to hear me say it. " no you're not" I jump at the response and turn in shock, seeing the hiker we picked up from the road just earlier today. " what do you mean?" He goes on to explain, as much as he knows anyway. He's almost as confused as I am. " a ghost. I'm a fucking Ghost"

As we walk slowly through the woods, still trying to grasp the situation, I hear the one voice I wanted to   hear again "X!" I shout to him and take off near the sound. I stop and lean against a tree as i notice his signature, blonde hair, looking like he just rescued Margret, I smile at the thought. But it quickly faded at what happens next. In one swift move, she flips over, i quickly covering my mouth to avoid screaming as I watch Margret,  our employer, plunge the blade of a knife into my boyfriend. Not once, but multiple times. She pulled the blood soaked knife out of his body and I notice her evil smile as she stands up and swipes the knife against his head, removing his ear, jewelry and all, before she stalks away. What the fuck!!!

When she is clear of my view, I rush to his side. Pulling his lifeless body into my lap, just as he did mine, no more than 30 minutes ago.  "Hahhh!" X  gasp out, choking on the air as his eyes flutter open. He looks right into my eyes, in pure shock and fright. ," Y/N? Are you alive?, am I alive?" The questions pour out of him as he weakly struggles to sit up. I pull him in for a much needed hug " shhhh. Slow down, X." I whisper to him, smoothly rubbing his back, before explaining " and no. You're dead.and so am I" he pulls away slightly " but....how?" " I don't know, it's so confusing". There are now three murderer's and we are dead,. ..but not dead.

He stands up, pulling me up too. " as long as we're together, I don't care" he smiles and pulls me into a tight proper hug. We separate again and begin walking through the dark woods, approaching the showers.

" shit!" X shouts, but it's still a whisper, pulling me to a stop. " what is it?"  I follow behind him as he slowly creeps to a hole in the wall. " Y/N, if we're dead but still here....?" I cut off his question " we're Ghost I think" I answer, he turns my face to look directly at me " Blake was here" " I know, I saw hi...." He cuts me off now " no! I mean his body, he was right here, and now he's.... "

" oh, shit!"

****************************

It feels like we've been here forever. Months maybe years of wondering the grounds of camp redwood.X and I have come across numerous other Ghost, some lost and confused. Some angry, us included. But, we have yet to inquire, the one we hate the most.

" maybe he isn't here after all" Xavier States,leaning against a tree. " oh, but look who is" I retort, gesturing ahead of us, to two mendressed like hikers or something. " let's have some fun" I add, pulling my knife from its resting place in the tree and hiding it in my shorts. Xavier chuckles darkly, following close behind me. As I approach the pair, X smacks my ass lightly, before ducking behind a tree. 

" seriously man, where's my camera?" One of them, the shorter of the two, with short black hair, whines to the other, who has blonde hair, grown longer there than the other man's.

" can I help you boys?" I ask, pulling my most flirtatious act. " and who are you, pretty thing" the taller one inquires, stepping closer to me. " wouldn't you like to know? " I tease, turning and walking away. " Woah. Hold up there, hottie" he says, grabbing my shoulder to turn me back to him. He roughly presses his lips to mine and I use our closeness to stap him in the stomach," don't you dare touch me!" I seethe out, twisting the blade in his stomach.

 His friend screams out, as the tall boys body tumbles to the ground at my feet. He trys to run, but Xavier is quick to step before him, slicing his neck. Blood spurts from his wound and I take notice of Xavier's smirk as I approach him.

" that was so much fun" I state before pulling him into a deep hot kiss, only pulling away minutes later. " and very sexy" he adds and I drop to my knees before him, fumbling to undo his belt. " oh, I'm just getting started baby."

"*************

" fuuuuck!" 

I scream out as Xavier and I reach our highs together. Our bodies tangle together on the Forrest floor, as we both become grounded again. He pulls out and lays beside me, pulling me into our usual cuddle position. But we are startled from our sweet moment, by loud applause.

" well wasn't that a sight?" I freeze at Blake's voice and Xavier is quick to shield me with his body, as I throw my sweater back on. Blake steps out from around a tree, " I could've made a fortune off you two" he states, cockily, " then again, maybe I still can" he adds, holding up a video camera, before turning  to walk away.

" I'm sure, someone will come looking for one of the many bodies you kids are stacking up." He continues to taunt as i follow behind him and X movesahead to cut him off. " give it to us, you fucker" I shout as I shove him to the ground, the camera tumbling from his grasp. I climb onto his back and plunge my knife into his back.

now what?

Blake groans loudly, as he awakes in the bed.we watch from across the room as he struggles to get free from his restraints. "What the....." He is cut off with his own scream as X takes his turn, stabbing him yet again. This continues for fourty minutes or so, both of us beaming evily, as we seek our revenge.

" what's going on" Montana's  voice enters the room, causing us to both face the doorway. " you guys aren't partying without me, are you? " her smirk is wide on her face as she walks up to us. " sorry, Tana. But this was personal" I explain. " so, this is the guy huh?" She states, turning her attention to Blake, who is just waking up from his last, brush with death. His attempts to scream are muffled by the bandana, we added, when his screams got tiring.

X moves away from Blake and takes my hand in his after I shuffle the camera to my other hand. Montana notices the movement and she shifts her attention to the object. A look of confusion Ghost over her face for a moment, before being replaced by realization. She knows what's on it, but doesn't acknowledge it. " they told me what you did" she turns her attention back to Blake and she moves toward the bed." What you made THEM do" she continues, she almost seems more annoyed by him than we are. " no one fucks with my friends but me!" She seethes, punctuating her words with another deep stab, this time below his waist.ouch!

I don't know if I'm more shocked or turned on by her actions. " uh?" Is all I can get out, before she rushes to me and connects her sift lips to mine. " I want to help with this" she says, simply, moving over to kiss Xavier's lips as well. " but, on one condition " she adds. I know what she wants. I glance at X, who reads my mind and nods. " fine" I answer, handing her the camera. " Hell yes!" She shouts, before dashing out if the infirmary.

X and I connect in a deep kiss, relishing in each other, feeling up each other's bodies, before we separated for air. " I fucking love you,Y/N." I smile "and I, you" I retort, as we hear shuffling on the bed, behind us.

" now, where were we"

*************************

[the-mystical-blog-of-evelyn-rose]

     Hey hey hey I am taking a break from alll this Members of Master Court for a hot minute to present this. I had this really cute idea of making like flower children things? Something in the vein of Strawberry Shortcake or My Little Pony with a bunch of characters based on a certain concept this one being plants. While here I explicitly focused on flowers in this sketch but I hope that I could expand the universe into fruits, herbs, weeds, gymnosperms, etc. I think this could have a lot of potential. I also want to note there would be more males than Lilium Humboldtii here, one of my issues with things like Strawberry Shortcake and the like is there's a lot of "tokens". The token boy/girl, token "insert racial minority", token sexuality gender minority, what have you. So even though they may have good, even excellent characterization, I definitely think it's important to push more  diversity. Even if you are against "forced diversity" at they very least I think we should at least see it as boring and lazy writing and character design. Furthermore, often when there is any difference there is a risk that said characters become stereotypical and/or their diversity becomes their personality; i.e. They're a lesbian so they're all about being tough,butch, being feminist, and loving girls. Not to say there aren't lesbians like that, but it sucks often they are only seen as that and there isn't any else dimension to them. But enough of crappy diversity talk. So here I drew characters based on the Humboldt Lilly, Standard Sunflower, and Stand Lilac. Here are a few trivial cute things I thought for them: Humboldt Lily I chose this Lily because I wanted to do something past your standard Easter or Tiger Lilies. Moreover, the Humboldt Lily has such a unique shape to it that inspired his shorts. I'm actually a little iffy on the shorts because they kind of scream tiger to me, but ehhh. His hair was also inspired directly by the petals, as was the decision to give him freckles. Since this lily is said to grow in the Western United States and Mexico I decided to give them a hikers' outfit because that's common there. It's also recorded to be at 6' so I made him a tall boi. (all characters here are tall here) I kind of imagine this character liking to go outside obviously, but sees it as a nerdy venture; like, he wants to explore but not for exercising or being challenged, but to geek out over discoveries and History. Very a la tour guide esc, which may be his job in a town or something. Also I really like his hair ;w; I don't really have a name for any of these bois, I wasn't sure if I just want to name him after their flower like in Strawberry Shortcake or Steven Universe, or give them names similar, or not even bother. I thought naming him Leroy, but him going by "Lee" then his last name being "Von Humboldt" because of the explorer whom the flower is named for. Feel free to leave name suggestions below Sunflower Hey Hey insert joke on the Post Malone Song. I decided to make her like a farmer, because like Sunflowers are farmed in these magical like fields. Sunflowers are also native to the Southwestern United States, so I wanted to get both that Southern western tough babe energy but with a Californian Sunkist look. I low key wanted to make her a math nerd because Sunflowers are known for their perfect ratio of florets, or maybe an art nerd because of how often sunflowers have been used as focus for a lot of art and political movements. I just decided to go with how the sunflower is used in cultivation, that being farming and seeds and all that. Perhaps she could have an artsy sister or cousin where she doesn't get her but they learn they have to respect that while they may never fully get the other's passion or understanding it, they can still respect it. She is supposed to be like 6'4 because the actual sunflower plant on average is like 9' so she would be a real beefy boi, though I kind wished I made her more lank, but I'm not too torn up on it. I also made her bands all fluffy like sunflower petals uwu. My name idea for her was Sunnivia Vincent,, then her nickname would be "Sunny" eh? The last name is a reference to a certain artist who is famous for his sunflower still lifes among other things. I sort of want to put a dumb joke in about the latin name sounding like "anus" bit whatever. Also she gets a badass floppy sunhat that I am in love with. Lilac So first, though she's hunching in this lilac is supposed to be 6'6 cause Lilac is a tree which a lot of people don't know. I also like the idea of a bunch of 7' Red wood tree kids walking around while there are also like 4'10 moss or something. Lilac's look is inspired by ancient greek obviously because Lilac itself is native to the Balkan Peninsula. I couldn't tell you why I made her look shy. I did intentionally make her all done up with hair and makeup because I feel maybe trees are typically higher in society or something. Or maybe the trees typically stay in the cities and run politics like forests? I don't know honestly. She is wearing purple which is the color of royalty. Maybe I could go with how I did with Sunflower, in that Lilacs are often used for their oils and scent so maybe she could be a healer or like cleric. I also gave her olive skin not just because of the Balkan Peninsula,,, but because Lilacs are also apart of the Olive family. In terms of her name I think the obvious one is Lila, but I want to hear more suggestions. Maybe a Greek Name? That's all for now! I defiantly want to explore this topic more, I've already made sketches of cities. I think it is very fitting that I thought of this in June given it is Pride Month which is all about embracing and accepting LGBTQIA individuals. Again I highly urge you to leave your comments on this idea, names, or maybe even your own head canons! I'm sorry about any of the coloring and anatomical issues in this, they're only meant to be sketches and also I need to get better at drawing hats. Thank you for reading through my crap// 

[foegold]

Kazaed and Hass anddddd Nyra!

👀 i can’t say much about kaz bc that’s big spoilers but i’ll do what i can

Full Name: Kazaed [REDACTED]Gender and Sexuality: nb and biPronouns: he/him or they/themEthnicity/Species: :)Birthplace and Birthdate: unknown, approx. 25Guilty Pleasures: gentle things. his m.o. doesn’t really include enjoying the slower or kinder parts of life, but he could really benefit from itPhobias: gods. just gods in generalWhat They Would Be Famous For: some god crimes

What They Would Get Arrested For: a billion things probably, BIG murderOC You Ship Them With: noneOC Most Likely To Murder Them: Hass or IraeFavorite Movie/Book Genre: this bitch cant READ but if he did, he’d probably like sci-fi or post apocLeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: unrealistic happy endings, Good Guys Always Win By Virtue Of Being GoodTalents and/or Powers: :)Why Someone Might Love Them: he doesn’t have many redeeming qualities right now i’ll get back to you on thatWhy Someone Might Hate Them: he’s ruthless and violent, and refuses to confront his own problems. anger is his default emotional response, and he super doesn’t have hardly any moral codeHow They Change: ;)Why You Love Them: his story is about trauma recovery and it’s cathartic so like. u know.

Full Name: Hass (no last name yet)Gender and Sexuality: bi manPronouns: he/himEthnicity/Species: terrestrial/material plane daemonBirthplace and Birthdate: July 7th, birthplace unspecified. he’s older than he looks, but by daemon standards he’s roughly 40Guilty Pleasures: god he loves rom-coms and soap operasPhobias: closed spaces and deep waterWhat They Would Be Famous For: Local Man Adopts All Orphans Within A 10 Mile RadiusWhat They Would Get Arrested For: public nudityOC You Ship Them With: no one yet but he deserves a bfOC Most Likely To Murder Them: KazaedFavorite Movie/Book Genre: adventure and high fantasy with a dash of romanceLeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: post apoc, “happy endings” meaning 0 chemistry romance between main charactersTalents and/or Powers: shapeshifting and the inherent magic customary for daemons, proficient with his spear and longbow. experienced at Throwing HandsWhy Someone Might Love Them: Big. Handsome. Gives good hugs. also he’s just genuinely a caring person, he’s very protective and is pretty straightforward with his intentionsWhy Someone Might Hate Them: sometimes he cares a little too much, and is overbearing as a result of trying to take care of everything for someone instead of letting them deal with things on their own. not always great at expressing emotions, and often gets stuck in the mindset of “I’m dad, i know best”How They Change: there’s some bits i cant reveal bc spoilers, but he does learn to let Irae and Salim be more independent instead of always trying to do everything for themWhy You Love Them: He’s Dad And I Love Him

Full Name: Woodswalker NyraGender and Sexuality: lesbian Pronouns: she/her or they/themEthnicity/Species: some sort of wild fey ancestryBirthplace and Birthdate: unknown. she looks like she’s in her late 30s.Guilty Pleasures: harlequin romance novelsPhobias: it’s not much of a phobia since it’s a rational fear, but she’s very wary of dream demons. a less rational one is agoraphobia.What They Would Be Famous For: she’s a little too obscure for fame but she’s well known in her area for helping lost travellers and keeping them out of trouble with the local feyWhat They Would Get Arrested For: talking absolute mad shit to authoritiesOC You Ship Them With: Falere….OC Most Likely To Murder Them: DeviFavorite Movie/Book Genre: she reads non-fiction more often than anything but she’ll take a well written romance novel if it’s not straightLeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: bury your gaysTalents and/or Powers: she’s a warden-type dreamwalker, and a druid-aligned magic user in the waking world. she places wards around her home to keep malicious fey away from the lost hikers she shelters and then throws them out of the woods when they’ve recovered. she’s not super nice about anything but she’s very adept at what she does and parleys with the wild fey that live around her to keep peaceWhy Someone Might Love Them: she does things grudgingly but she does do them. she gets the job done, even if it poses danger to herself. she’s got some humor too and she’s generally honest because she doesn’t have much to lie aboutWhy Someone Might Hate Them: she’s grumpy and ill tempered and really doesn’t like anyone, barring like 3 people. she talks some mean shit and it’s not easy to warm up to her. she’s not very emotionally vulnerable and keeps everyone at an arm’s length to avoid getting attached to people she’ll ultimately outlive.How They Change: her story doesn’t have much yet, but she adopts Cela because her parents goes missing, and Cela helps pull her out of her shell a little bit, and Nyra finally starts to do some self reflectionWhy You Love Them: her story is centered around “noble” themes like self sacrifice for the sake of doing the right thing and doing what’s best for others at the expense of your own wellbeing, and how that can effect a person. she’s got some relatable shit goin on so u know.

[msclaritea]

~Irene, The Baker St. Venus~

 I wanted to post this, a long time ago, but one of the main fandom friends that I used to talk to about the inter-weaving of Myths and Astrology in BBC Sherlock left ( I miss you @longsnowmoon5!), so I shelved it. Previously, I toyed with the idea of Mycroft as Saturn. That was fun. In A Scandal In Belgravia, Aphrodite Venus, the Empress Tarot, herself, is reincarnated as Irene, who really lived up to the myth, not only coming between Sherlock and John, but also being a strong catalyst for attempting to bring their romantic relationship to the surface. Venus, the planetary body, representative of Love, is known by certain motifs: I will go through them here.

"What are you going to wear?" asks Kate. "My Battle Dress." answers Irene. "Lucky Boy!" Irene then ask for a lip color in the shade of Blood.

Venus was known to always be ready for battle, and besides usually being unabashedly nude, she is represented by the color Red, for Passion. But Red was also the ancient color for War.

The Tarot card for Aphrodite/Venus, called The Empress, describes her sitting on a luxurious seat, with cushions, in a wooded area, next to a stream, and sometimes a waterfall, which shows her abundance, and connection to the earth:

  Here is Irene, on her throne, with cushions, in the woods, next to a stream, and I believe a small waterfall, in the background.

"The astrological symbol for the planet Venus—named for the Roman’s goddess of love, Venus, who was often identified with the Greek Aphrodite—is the same symbol as that used for the biological female: a circle with a small cross beneath (as seen in the above tarot card, on her shield) In alchemy, the Venus symbol also stands for the metal copper, and this provides an interesting link between copper, females and mirrors – in antiquity, polished copper or bronze was used in mirrors. The Venus symbol is also thought to represent the very mirror of Venus or Aphrodite: therefore the connection between Aphrodite and mirrors becomes ever more pronounced...Further symbolism of the mirror shows a connection to secrets...and, as such, to the intense, secret-shattering aspects of light." (At last count, there were at least 5-6 mirrors in Irene's bedroom). 

So, let's see here. What secret is Irene hiding behind her Shield Mirror? That's right: Her Heart Phone. "The shield is a paradox...the paradox is that where there is love there is instant protection, yet to love also requires our vulnerabilities." X 

Also, don't forget Sherlock's words, before attempting to figure out the safe code: "I really hope you don't have a baby in here."

The Empress tarot is often shown as pregnant, symbolizing that "the situation is pregnant with promise! ( Read Sonnet 59 meta, where Sherlock makes John a promise) - full of opportunity. Along with the symbolism of pregnancy holding promise, comes the waiting period. Just as there is an incubation time until the child comes forth, so too is there a time of waiting until our desires become manifest." So we wait. As Sherlock says, that's what targets do.

"(All) of this links back to the planet Venus, which in Ancient Greece was ruled by two gods, one of which was named Eôsphoros (bringer of dawn) or Phôsphoros (bringer of light); identifying Aphrodite’s sacred planet, Venus, as a bringer of light...The mirror also, in turn, symbolises revelation and truth: the mirror often shows the face, and the eyes, as shown in the painting Venus At Her Mirror by Diego Rodriguez de Silva y Velazquez, in which the goddess gazes into the mirror with only her face revealed."

Here, her hair is even similar to Irene's, as are the color found in Irene's home; Red, Black, and White.

"The eyes, in turn, are the paths to truth: they are the “window to the soul”, or, ever-more interestingly, the “mirror of the soul.” Aphrodite, in gazing into the mirror, is therefore not merely enjoying the sight of her own beauty, but is acknowledging the truth of all that resides within her..." X

As our story's mirror to Irene, Sherlock appears to go looking for his own truth. If the popular LSIT theory holds true, that The Hiker & the Backfire are indeed about John's failed Romantic getaway with Sarah, it would seem that Sherlock is again, solving multiple mysteries, rolled into one.

The cherry for me in this tale, came from the excellent Art meta by @sagestreet cleopatras-leg-the-sexy-tapestries-in-asib,

"...we get a depiction of the Goddess Aphrodite (Venus) standing behind the couple, her hand outstretched above their heads in benediction. Yes, the Goddess of Love is literally blessing (!) the two lovers just as they’re turning their faces towards each other, about to kiss, absorbed in whatever this little sex game of theirs is.;)"

(OMG...these two. And it HAD to happen within close proximity to Venus.)  

But to continue, we get this other bit from Sage's meta: "At the height of the feast, Plutarch tells us, Cleopatra made an entrance dressed as the Goddess Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love." So, in a fun bit of the writers' affinity for inverting, they had Aphrodite Irene, take and dress in Cleopatra Sherlock's clothes....

...here, as she brandishes a phallic symbol, her scepter whip, another Empress motif. She did this, not just once...

...but twice. Irene brought Truth into John and Sherlock's relationship, never swaying from her purpose, even as she played her game of War.

And why not? Venus is known in Ancient times as being the Patron Saint of Homosexual Love between men. Sappho's poetry holds her also as a Saint for Lesbians.  X  Aphrodite Ourania, the celestial Aphrodite, born from the sea foam after Cronus castrated Uranus...also inspired homosexual male desire or, more specifically, ephebic eros." X  "In one context, she is a goddess of prostitutes; in another, she turns the hearts of men and women from sexual vice to virtue." X This could be the possible reason for her chosen profession in Sherlock. She inspires, tempers, and balances, seduces, but more importantly, communicates openly, with her own heart. She knows quite well, the secret wishes made by the hearts of Man. Well...she knows what they like.

Venus Rising by Sandro Botticelli

Meta inspired, as usual, by a little talk with my friends X . Also, by Planet Narnia: The Seven Heavens in the Imagination of C.S. Lewis by Michael Ward, in which he theorizes that the children in Narnia were each given the personalities of the Seven Ancient Astrological bodies. This book is spotted behind John's chair, in A Study In Pink. The 7th chronical is titled The Final Battle.                                                                                      

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[nickelkeep]

Don’t Go In The Woods 14x16 Live Blog

Alright, I get to watch it early today... As usual, spoilers past the cut.

The road so far...

The mini future hunters

Poor Sammeh :(

Nougat! He feels different cause he only has a little smidgen of soul. :(

Ok here’s the show... OOOOO... This is how every horror movie starts. Two people making out.

Heh. Daddy issues. Is he a Winchester? :P

DON’T GO OFF ALONE! This is a horror movie 101.

Well, that’ll scare the piss out of her.

The fuck was that?

Interesting angle of the kitchen.

THE INTERNET IS FOR PORN SAM. Dean has it right.

54 missing people. 

Cas left and told Dean, d’awww. I already knew this was a Cas-less episode, still sad.

One of the two sneak peeks. :)

Beer, TP, Eggs, Beer again. Dean has his priorities straight. 

I recognize the Sheriff...

Why did Dean jump? 

Awwww, Sweet Nougat, you’re adorably awkward.

“It makes my stomach hurts. Like a burp.”

Poor grieving kid.

Beer, Kleenex and Old Spice. LOL.

AWWWW NOUGAT, He’s so excited to make a friend.

MOVIE NIGHTS ARE CANON. 

TWO... ENTY. TWENTY-TWO.  I love this cinnamon roll more and more.

LOL, Yes Jack. ID.

“Gesundheit.” I was thinking the same, Dean.

Oooo, actual hikers this time.

Horror Movie plot again. Are we going with the Black Guy dies too SPN?

Yep.

The poor kid is devastated. You’re gonna lose your son if he goes hunting after your “coyote.”

Like Sam and Dean are ever going to listen.

Oooo, Little Lesbians. Please TPTB, don’t take them away from me.

THE BOOK IS BY JERRY WANEK. I love it.

LOL, I like the Who. Who?

Nougat... You are not allowed to train. You’re barely out of training yourself.

NOUGAT. Who’s blade is that?

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

You almost killed yourself with a slinky.

You can throw it... Not that he can. Where’s Dad!Cas? Someone needs to smack some sense into him.

Sam, Dean... What are you doing?

Oh look, it’s the Sheriff. Who the fuck is he? I know his face

Does the word “kohonta” mean anything to you? Of course it does.

NOUGAT. No. BAD NOUGAT.

/facepalm

Nougat baby. Shit... This hits home, a lot. The not listening, the not picking up on social cues, the thinking that fixing things will just make everything ok... Are they having him play as Autistic?

It’s not a what, it’s a who. Kohonta aren’t borne, they’re made.

Why don’t you tell people? Because people don’t believe. The sheriff proved that.

Sammy. I need to hug Sam. Like, right now. This is killing him so much.

Oh yeah, I called that. Tom’s going after a “coyote.”

Why is just about every type of monster allergic to silver? Like, seriously?

I will say the makeup job on the Kohonta is pretty awesome.

Still trying to figure who’s playing the sheriff.

SAMMEH!

Nice teamwork!

Ewwww.

“That was like... full on Raiders.” Dean, you’re such a nerd. Now check on your brother, he was bitten.

Wait, wasn’t Sam bitten? Like, on the wrist?

He deserves the truth? But you just yelled at him because people wouldn’t believe the truth if you told it? Huh? Dean... Call his ass out please.

Thank you Dean.

“Jack said he was fine.”

“We told Dad we were fine.” Oooo. Low blow Sam. (but a good comeback.)

Whatcha looking at there Jack?

I got it. Except the beer. I didn’t have ID. YOU HAVE TONS OF IDs. They’re fake. Dean is perfecting his own Bitchface/Eyeroll

They’re talking about his powers. And telling him the truth. And he’s lying. What a flip.

What Would the Winchesters Do is the worst advice EVER. Bad Donatello. BAD.

We’re gonna lose Jack to the box. That’s why they haven’t busted it yet. Figuring out how to help him is gonna be the plot for 15. I’m calling it now.

[argielloyd]

CTTO Laftrip

And BEFORE you bother me, these are my subtexts on the following profile declarations:

1. STRAIGHT ACTING = The entire planet knows he's gay, 'cept him! Severely in denial; has goatee. Likes boys and callboys alike and uses Aficionado perfume.

2. GYM BODY = Does nothing the whole day but cruise inside the gym and the showers. Longest relationship was with a dumbbell.

3. BUFFED = Steroid-induced pecs and abs. Knows all sources of fake protein. Favorite word: "Dude!" (Pronounced as “Dod”)

4. NO EFFEMS = Thinks that having a relationship with someone effeminate makes him a lesbian.

5. SEVEN-INCH DICK = Asus. In reality, it's just 5 inches! In gay inches, you always add two more inches to everything you measure.

6. YM ME = Jealous type. Does not like competition in chatrooms.

7. I'M NOT EASY TO GET = Desperate but trying to sound choosy.

8. I'M HERE FOR SEX = I'm here for sex. Period.

9. HANDSOME GUYS ONLY = “I am a shallow dork and I have a brain the size of a walnut. Did I mention even my dog hates me?”

10. JUST HERE TO MAKE FRIENDS = Did not make any friends in FaceBook and in life. Was kicked out of Dogster because they found out he does not have a dog.

11. GOOD IN BED = Needs a place to crash in but cant afford a pension house. The things he does for a good night’s sleep.

12. WHAT'S YOUR PASSWORD? = “I'm so horny I want to jerk off now.” Cant afford a decent paysite so gets off with x-rated pics of members.

13. TOP = Has had more girl friends and zero boyfriends.

14. BOTTOM = Has very bad knee injury, or sleeps under your bed, literally.

15. I'M NICE = Dull, boring and has the personality of an ironing board or a wet mop!

16. I'M BAD = Just swallowed a dozen viagra pills. Has a tattoo, nipple ring and wears an ukay-ukay leather jacket during summer.

17. THIS GUY'S MAILBOX IS FULL = Won't check his inbox cause cant afford an hour's worth of internet café.

18. "WALA LANG" = Has a ten-word vocabulary which includes ���cool”,“hi”,“wassup”, “he he”, “ha ha” and “tnx.” Longest word he can write is his name.

19. I AM ATTACHED = Cannot mention the word love. Has commitment problems.

20. I LOVE TO TRAVEL = Looking for a sponsor for his next overseas trip. Always starts a sentence with "When I was in Europe..." Then you ask: "Where in Europe?" He says: "Ah... city proper!" Wow. Europe City.

21. IF YOU'RE NOT CUTE, DONT EVEN BOTHER = Lonely and miserable. Nobody takes care of him when he gets sick. Has 500 “friends” in Friendster and FaceBook cause he approves everyone--mostly strangers!

22. I AM SENSITIVE, LOVING, CARING AND HONEST = You are probably reading your mother's G4M account.

23. I GIVE GOOD MASSAGE/EXTRA SERVICE = A masseur who got suspended where he worked because he wears too much face foundation.

24. MY MOBILE NUMBER IS = read: "Tawagan mo ako, kasi wala akong load".

25. NO PIC, NO REPLY = Read this from someone else's profile and copied it. Doesnt know what PIC really is. Wanna bet?

26. DISCREET = Loves to hang-out in extremely dark places. Haven't even seen any of the faces of all the men he's had sex with. One of the few people who gets excited during blackouts.

27. HAIRY DADDY = Lots of chest hair but for some strange reason - head is bald.

28. CURIOUS STRAIGHT MALE = Can’t decide if he’s top or bottom. So decided to act lesbian instead . . .

29. A BODY PIC WITH NO HEAD = Shrimp. Or Wanted by the NBI. Or doesnt know how to take his own picture!!

30. KINKY = Owns collection of large Liwanag candles for November 2. Hides petroleum jelly under his bed. Ass is moist 24/7. Go figure.

31. SWIMMER’S BOD = Used to call himself gym-bod; now wants to sound catchy.

32. FLAWLESS COMPLEXION = Photoshop beauty. Blurred. Dodged. Liquified.

33. VIRGIN PA AKO = Chances are HE IS. Who in his right mind would be proud to be still a virgin?

34. VIEW MY WEBCAM = Frustrated Pinoy Big Brother contestant.

35. DON’T TEXT, CALL ME = Cant actually read your sms/txts..his Nokia 3210 LCD has obsolete spare parts! Tawagan niyo na lang, please lang.

36. I’M A SEX MACHINE = Disease carrier. Ouch!

38. QUIET AND SOFT-SPOKEN = Probably dead.

39. MACHO = Avid Masculados fan; join their mall tours. Uses WD-40 as lubricant.

40. BLANK PROFILE = Has no clue who he is, what he wants and where his life is going. Casted in JURASSIC WORLD.

42. MESSAGE ME = What he really wanted to say in tagalog was: "Gusto kong magpamasahe sa iyo." Typo error??

43. HOMEBODY = Unemployed guy. A bum. Free-loader. Professional home-partner contestant in Eat Bulaga, Wowowee and Game Ka Na Ba.

44. OUT-GOING PERSONALITY = No air-conditioning in his house. Pretends to be a mountaineer, hiker, biker, etc. Doesnt understand the word 'outgoing' and no 'personality' to match his claim. Gargoyle.

45. I DONT LIKE CASUAL SEX = Only has sex when in formal wear, like when he is in a Saya, or Barong Tagalog, for example.

46. LOOKING FOR A SOULMATE = A former member of Spirit Questors. Enjoys supernatural relationships. Cant handle the stress of the physical world.

47. I AM NOT HANDSOME = Take his word for it. He's being honest for chrissakes!

48. I'M HANDSOME, INTELLIGENT, GORGEOUS = Mister Perfect! -- with character/humility issues.

49. STUDENT = Has insatiable thirst for knowledge... and sex. But remember: STUDENT means TUITION FEE sponsorship.

50. I AM TISOY = Contact lenses from Tutuban, skin peeling by Maxipeel, hair color by Tsin Tsan Tsu and rhinoplasty from Ellen's. Speaks a little chabakano.

51. SHY TYPE = No serious love since birth.

52. I’M SENSIBLE = Can carry a simple conversation for 2 minutes. Beyond that he simply moans.

53. I’M A MAN OF THE WORLD = He wants to make it clear to everyone that, YES, he is from this planet.

54. I’M A REAL PERSON = People have often mistaken him for an ornamental plant in the past.

55. WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GET = He has no plans of changing for the better. He is completely content with himself. Little motivation in life.

56. I’M NOT JUST INTERESTED IN SEX = He uses PlanetRomeo to desperately advertise and sell you condos; Or asks you for Room For Rent referrals. Or recruit you--and balance--his (right/left) multilevel pyramid group. Works on commission basis.

57. LOOKING FOR BADMINTON BUDDIES = In search for the perfect shuttle COCK. He wants to SCORE big. On the look out for RACKET. And he really wants to SERVE.

58. BISEXUAL = A “top” with girls, a “bottom” with guys. And willing to 'buy' sex. Get it?

59. BOYTOY = It’s very clear that he wants everyone to know that he is young. And he has a toy. Now, Whether he is willing to share that toy is negotiable.

60. DOG-LOVER = A hot bitch who likes it dog-style. Loyal. Man’s best-friend. Pees everywhere. Doesn’t mind if you tie him up to a fence and urinate on his face.

61. YOU THINK I’M HOT? = He’s not really sure if he IS hot. Needs a second opinion. And a third. The fourth will probably convince him… that he is NOT.

62. NATURE-LOVER = Very kind to nature… considering what nature has done to him.

63. MALIBOG AKO = Masturbates five times a day. Has 80GB of pornography in his PC. Has the complete collection of phone scandal videos. Watches National Geographic just to see naked men hunting wild boar.

64. COWBOY = Has seen Brokeback Mountain too many times. He talks to his cigarette and says: “I wish I could quit you!”

65. I’M SIMPLE YET COMPLICATED = Uhm… this one really blows me. Probably manic depressive.

66. NO CROSS-DRESSERS = Doesn’t want to share his satin gowns.

67. DERETSO AKONG TAO = Has a very strong back. Drinks Anlene Gold regularly.

68. I DARE YOU TO SEE ME IN PERSON = Unfortunately, nobody dared.

69. COME AND GET ME = I am not so sure if this is an invitation, a request or a cry for help.

70. TYPICAL GUY = He has two arms, two legs, a nose, a pair of eyes… uh, what else. Oh yes, a penis. Typical.

71. SELF-MADE MAN = He appeared into this world just by his sheer power of thought.

72. CANDY BOY = Wants to be licked all over. Comes in three flavors: BAGONG LIGO, PAWISAN and LUMUSOB SA BAHA.

73. I AM SENSITIVE = Can sense an earthquake even before it happens. He is now being studied by scientists to warn the human race of future tsunamis.

74. I HAVE A WONDERFUL MIND = His temporal lobe, anterior commissure and medulla will give you a hard-on. Oh, yes… he has a pornographic memory.

75. I AM THE LIFE OF THE PARTY = A Boyoyong party clown. Brings his own make-up set and catalogue of Avon beauty products for demo purposes.

76. DECENT GUY = Wipes his feet before entering a massage parlor. Brushes his teeth after giving someone a blowjob. Says a little prayer before and after sex. Confesses regularly... on his knees.

77. OPEN-MINDED = His brain is everywhere except in his head. A perfect medium for séances.

78. COME OVER AND LET’S HAVE SEX = Thinks that Guys4Men/PlanetRomeo is a delivery service.

79. HOPELESS ROMANTIC = Believes that love is eternal. Easily trusts everyone. Gullible. Thinks Mike Arroyo is innocent.

80. I AM FUNNY = That fact that he has to say that he is funny is hilarious.

81. PURE TOP = Has a ten-picture exclusive contract with a porno film outfit which prevents him from being a bottom. Will only become a bottom when the 'right' project comes. Pure nga!

82. EXTREME TOP FOR EXTREME BOTTOMS ONLY = Will only have passionate sex with an Extreme Magic Sing microphone shoved up their asses while viewing the Amazing Race!

83. TRIPPER = Has a marijuana plantation in his backyard. Uses tie-dyed shirts, showers twice a month and responds to "Tsong." Does not a have a day job.

84. ASTIG 2 ASTIG LANG = A former seaman. Ideal places for sex: barracks, breakwater, inside a jail cell. Must have during sex: handcuffs, Purico cooking lard and a cd of Aegis.

85. NO TO CHUBS = Say what???? Take a hard look at YOURSELF, you idiot! What have you to offer?? GET A LIFE!

86. OPEN RELATIONSHIP = he doesn't get this: he swore by the gospel it means he is Open TO HAVE a Relationship.

87. I HAVE NO PLACE FOR FUN = evicted!!

[roamingholiday]

Friday, August 4th 2017

Do I have a story for you.

What you must know, first and foremost, if you haven’t spent enough time with me to realize already, is that much of my life is motivated purely out of spite.

Okay, so we went to the lake district yesterday. Beautiful place, lots of lakes, surrounded by mountains, known for being very pretty and also for a lot of writers living there and being 'inspired' by nature. Beatrix Potter lived there. So it's cool.

I should back up, perhaps, and mention that I have been rather very ill for the past couple of days. In fact, on Wednesday I slept through multiple alarms and my class for the day, the independent study, which makes everything worse because it’s a class with just me in it. I don’t like to be late for things, let alone missing, and I’ve never skipped a class without warning the professor ahead of time. It was not a good time.

Turns out the reason I slept through the alarms is because I had a fever, and while the fever broke, the distress of that, combined with the sore throat triggered a coughing fit.

I’ve got a bit of a problem with coughing fits, because my throat tends to react negatively to any irritation, essentially, coughing makes me cough, so on and so forth. It’s very annoying, but I’ve learned to manage it over the years. Suppressing the cough as early as possible in the day, before it really gets a chance to get going, is the key.

It was rather too late on Wednesday, once I’d acquired the necessary tea and lozenges, to stop it entirely, so I stayed in place as much as possible, apologized profusely to my professor, and read my way through a textbook that I needed to write an essay on by Friday.

Thursday dawned bright and hideously early, and I got all the way to the tube station before I realized several crucial facts: the air in the tube was apparently invented to be dry and awful for the sore throat, I had forgotten my lozenges, and there was no way to get off the tube to get lozenges or tea. I succumbed.

Three hours of coughing my way through class later, there was no way I could do anything other than totter on home, hope I didn’t pass out in the tube station on the way there, and under no circumstances leave the house again.

A direct order from my professor and friends, actually.

This was tragic, as we had a performance of Twelfth Night that afternoon at the Globe to go to, and Twelfth Night is one of my favorite Shakespeare plays and I love the Globe, but of course I couldn’t go, because the last thing in the entire world that I needed was to stand up in the outdoors for three hours surrounded by people. Not to mention me coughing over everything would probably ruin the play for everyone else.

So I didn't go, and I was sad, but I decided it was for the best. I put my mind to really stamping out this cough. I must have had fifteen mugs of ginger tea. I couldn't feel my tongue, but the cough was easing.

I wanted to be healthy, because on Friday we had a trip to the Lake District.

It was a voluntary trip, so I'd signed up to go two months ago, and payed for the tickets and everything, and also it was organized by the professor whose class I slept through on Wednesday, so I couldn't not go. I just couldn't. He was also the professor I had to email about missing the Globe performance and he gets really disappointed if any of us miss a performance for any reason and I just didn't want to disappoint him. I hate disappointing people.

So I suppressed, suppressed, suppressed, and went to bed at ten at night, and the next day woke up at four in the morning to catch the four hour train to the Lake District.

Side story: We almost left a person on the train?

We all fell asleep, of course, because it was five thirty in the morning when the train left, and then it was nine and we were getting off the train but no one could find this one person and the conductor refused??? to hold the train??? a single minute so we could look for him??? so suddenly the train went moving on to Glasgow and we were all on the platform with his bag and he was sleeping peaceful on his way to Scotland.

It was a Time.

We got him back eventually.

I'm not quite sure how.

That happened during the first hike which is the actual story here.

Okay, so this hike was straight up a mountain for two hours in rain and cold, and I had serious issues doing the breathing thing, so at one point I stopped and everyone else went on, and then I went on after sitting on a rock and trying to decide if they-can-do-it-so-can-I was a good enough reason to keep climbing. If I was actually about to pass out, I should probably stay on the rock, but I didn't stay on the rock, I left the rock and kept climbing because I am a good hiker and I was not about to be beaten by stuff like "anaphylactic shock.”

More side note: I’m not sure if you’re aware, but I’m allergic to the cold? It’s called cold urticaria, it’s an actual allergy, and it usually manifests as hives on my skin where it comes in contact to cold things, like ice, or air. My allergy, because the universe hates me, also likes to make it look a lot like I have exercised induced asthma, when I actually have exercised induced anaphylactic shock, which is just as awful as it sounds. Essentially, exercising puts stress on my body, which then exacerbates the cold allergy, and starts doing super fun things like making me not breathe so good. Also, super fun awesome fact, bundling up will help with the hives, but when the problem is breathing cold air, there’s not a lot I can do to avoid it other than, you know, not breathe the air, which is a very bad idea. Getting somewhere warm might help, except that when one is halfway up a mountain, finding a place that is warm is very complicated and also not possible.

Back to the hike: it was a good thing that I did start moving again, because it turned out that my professor, let’s call him Scott, was waiting for me a little up the trail, and one of the first things he said to me as we continued climbing (and it was a climb, okay, it was straight up, no switchbacks, very steep, the path was made from a lot of rocks, not gravel, like, each rock was about a foot long and they were placed unevenly in piles to make up the path and everything was slippery and in some places it was an actual stream bed that we were walking up instead of a path, I swear to god British people are apparently all descended from mountain goats or something), and I said something about this not having been a great decision, meaning me being out here in the cold and the rain while being sick and all, and my professor says, "Oh, the shoes?"

Granted, I was wearing three inch boots, but excuse him, I am climbing fine in these boots, in fact, I have not slipped a single time, I'm doing better than most of these idiots in their brand-name running shoes that sure as hell weren't built for climbing mountains in the rain, the shoes are not the problem, they're comfortable and they make me taller and they’re waterproof and actually they're a good sight better at finding spaces in these rocks to cling to than your tennis shoes, Scott, thank you very much, the problem is not the shoes, it’s the fact that you chose an absolutely terrible hike to do, that you described to me in the bus as “quick and easy,” because if I’d known that it was two hours up a mountain, I would not have done it, Scott, and it has nothing to do with the shoes, it’s sickness and allergies that I was trying to be conscious of, but no, you said it was easy.

So it's a good thing I kept climbing because then I got to explain, through choking gasps because I really cannot emphasize enough how much I could not breathe at that moment, like, breath goes in and does not appear to do anything and my lungs were actively hurting, I was moving forward out of spite and muscle memory (because excuse you, Scott, I've climbed quite a few mountains, thanks, I’ve been backpacking since I was smaller than my backpack, I was raised by lesbians, Scott, did you really think I didn't know how to climb a mountain? Shoes, honestly), so I explained that I was not only sick, but had a fairly severe cold allergy that got exponentially worse when a) I was exercising (see: climbing a mountain) and b) I was wet (see: it's raining), so I was actively going into anaphylactic shock at the moment, and my lungs were literally not processing oxygen successfully, and if I passed out on this mountain top that I needed an epi-pen as soon as possible, which I mostly mentioned because at that point I was exhausted and pissed and wanted to freak him out as much as possible (I may have suggested that I had an epi-pen for such occurrences, which is a lie, but it's not a lie that doctors have suggested I carry an epi-pen, so it's not a lie to indicate that my allergy is severe enough to warrant one, and people really don’t take allergies seriously unless you mention that they might have to stab them with something to stop them from dying at some point), and he was like !!! did you indicate this on your medical form??? and I was like yes. Yes I did. And then, not naming names, I went on to explain that I list it on every form, and I tell people about it every time, and no one ever listens because they think I'm joking, and then I end up on a mountain in the middle of the lake district having an allergy attack that no one is prepared for because they thought there should be no problem sending a group of kids up a mountain in the rain and the cold.

I hope he felt guilty. I hope he felt so guilty, not just for the shoe comment but also because I asked him, for my own health, at the beginning if it was a difficult hike and he said it was going to be fine, and he knew I'd been sick the day before, I was still talking like I smoked five packs a day, maybe he thought I was pretending? Maybe he thought I'd slept through his class because I was a lazy student who didn't feel like coming in? Maybe he thought I was playing for sympathy so I could get an extension on the paper that I had due the next day?

In any case, I hope he regretted it.

Also I hope he learned something about paying attention to kids when they ask, anxious and hoarse, whether a hike is going to be easy, because chances are they’re asking for a reason.

Moral of the story is that I don't remember much about the hike other than being furious with Scott, and also not being able to feel most of my body for a bit there.

Also oxygen deprivation isn’t super great for memory, which means I don't remember the rest of the trip either, really.

There were some lakes.

It was breathtakingly gorgeous (I’m hilarious, aren’t I).

I got these pictures.

It was nice.

I didn’t go on the second hike, I sat in the warm, dry bus with the very nice tour guide and worked on a paper. That was very pleasant.

No one got left behind on the train ride back. The day ended peacefully enough, and I crashed the minute I got home because I was exhausted.