#help I’m thinking thoughts about the fictional gays

[shmuel-ben-sarah-kcd2]

Kingdom Come Deliverance 2 is just a dnd campaign we have a full table of 8 players, but not every player can make every session, because scheduling conflicts are just Like That. the pcs are

(and all information is pulled from the dnd5e wiki)

Henry of Skalitz: Oath of either Vengeance or redemption paladin depending on player choice, Artisan background

Hans Capon of Pirkstein: Fighter, Arcane Archer, Noble

Father Godwin: Cleric Hermit

Samuel: Haunted One Inquisitive Rogue

Dry Devil: Pyromancy Sorcerer, Criminal.

Kubyenka: Way of the Drunken Master Monk, venmoed the dm 20 bucks with "dibs on the drunk monk" a week before session zero. mercenary.

Adder: Path of the Beast Barbarian (specifically snake-vibes) Mercenary.

Janosh: School of Gastronomy Wizard (from Valda's Spire), Mercenary.

Janosh and Adder's players also sometimes play Istvan Toth and Erik, a Mastermind Rogue with the Knight background and an Oath of Vengeance to Oathbreaker paladin with the acolyte background.  NPCs

Brabant is the dmnpc charlitan swords bard. the table instaclocks that this guy cannot be trusted but he just keeps passing insight checks.

Katherine and Musa are both healers because Godwin both cant keep up and keeps picking combat spells. Jan Zizka is a Folk Hero Banneret Fighter.

gonna go through and actually make charictar sheets for these dumb kids eventually. Also, gonna properly adapt the main quests into a rundown like those XP to level Three lotr but DnD parodies.

Janosh and Adder’s players are dating IRL, every crude comment they say to each other irl just becomes cannon. Henry and Hans (but especially Hans) have the most overly detailed lore, and they are both really into the roleplay. Samuel’s Player just learned about their family trauma and is trying to work through some generational shit (it’s me hi im Samuel’s player) by making an obviously and not even sort of subtle Jewish allegory for this fantasy setting. The dm just sighs and rolls with it since she was planning on adding a religious schism to the world lore at some point so why not have smaller faiths as well. Father Godwin, Kubyenka, and Dry Devil all show up to the table completely hammered. Dry Devil will cast fireball on a room his party members are in. Dry Devil and Kubyenka are actually murderhobos, while Janosh and Adder’s players are just being very in character. After all, Janosh at least can have restraint enough to scheme as Istvan. (The two get teased for only playing couples in every game)

the DM is never going to run a party of this size again

please feel free to share your ideas if you have an idea how a build or a bit could go

[dykewithbenefits]

I read your post about queer “corrective rape” and I think the “lesbians raping their guy best friend into giving them baby bumps” broke my brain… I’m a gay twink bottom and can count on one hand the number of times I’ve topped (and never topped a woman before).

When my lesbian best friend tells me her and her girlfriend are trying for a baby I’m so happy for them! She starts telling me about all the expenses of trying to do IVF, and finally just comes out and asks me if I’d be a sperm donor for them. Of course I’m honoured and offer to jizz in a cup so her and her girlfriend can do a turkey baster situation, but they have different plans… they say they’ve “done a lot of research” and discovered it’s more effective if it comes “straight from the source”. Of course I take them at their word, why wouldn’t I trust my best friend?

The day comes to do the deed and I’m so nervous. My friend is stunning, but she’s the definition of a lipstick lesbian while her partner is more butch. My usual type is big, hairy, burly, older men so it’s a huge difference. Her girlfriend wants to be there for the conception which I thought was fine, I’m no stranger to a threesome.

We start out slow, and they let me watch some gay porn to help get me going. Once I’m hard I pull down my pants let my boner pop out. The girls compliment it and tell me I’m wasted as a bottom, which felt pretty good. My best friend tells me she’s never sucked a dick before but she’s always been curious. My brain is honestly a little hazy from how hard I am, so I say yes. She licks up my shaft, wraps her lips around the tip and sucks me like a champ. When she pulls off, she kisses her girlfriend deeply who says “mmm tastes good, huh baby?”. My brain is melting down, this is every straight guy’s dream come true and I’m so fucking faggy. But I’m still so hard… so I must like it, right?

I could go on and on about this (but I’ll leave it here). Maybe the first time we try and conceive doesn’t take (not uncommon) so we have to try again. It doesn’t take, so we try the next month. Maybe I move into the guest room while she’s ovulating so it’s easier for us to conceive. Maybe they start spiking my food with viagra so I can go for multiple rounds, and they tease me about how hard I am when I randomly pop a boner. As we’re trying for a baby they corrupt me more and more until I’m their straight little breeding stud who doesn’t even think about men anymore…

Where's that "peak fiction" gif when you need it??

I'd so want this to be a full story, ending with both of the girls hopelessly knocked up and everyone properly converted into straight sluts <3

[cozytief]

Mingi "I'm not wearing underwear; just thought you should know"

Hello ^_^ Hard boi thoughts. Would have made this smut but aborted last minute. Idk if that's something y'all would want.

M/N gets hurt and it leads to sexual tension?

DM/Requests open.

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In no way does this represent Mingi irl or his actual personality. This is fiction.

TW: Gay, Boner, Touching (non-sexually), Cooing, Fluff.

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A loud thud filled the dorm air. It was quickly followed by a hissed-out string of cuss words. Seonghwa and San weren’t supposed to get back until way later due to a schedule they had together. Frowning, Mingi made his way out to the living room. His eyes quickly landed on M/N. The other curled up in pain on the ground. “M/N-ah?” He softly questioned. “Hyung,” The soft words made his heart flutter. It was clear the other was in pain. “What happened?” He questioned, dropping down next to the other. M/N gave a shaky breath before speaking. “Grabbing something from Seonghwa and fell,” He confessed. Mingi nodded his head at the words. “You ok?” He questioned, unsure of how to help the other. “Landed on my hip,” Mingi flinched at the words. M/N had gotten a hip injury when they were in Kingdom. It sometimes bothered him, but he always brushed it off as a joke.

 Mingi ran his hand through the other’s hair at the words. “Should I call for help?” He asked. M/N shook his head as he slowly uncurled from the position he’d been in. “N-no, it’s ok,” Mingi carefully helped the other sit on the couch. Mingi wanted to chuckle at the thought of this happening in M/N’s dorm with Yunho and Yeosang. They didn’t have any furniture. M/N most likely would still be on the ground in pain. Mingi held back the soft giggle and rubbed the other’s thigh gently. “Should we take a look?” M/N shook his head, blushing red at the words. “It’s ok, Hyung,” M/N stated, resting his hands in his lap. Mingi frowned at the words. “M/N-ah, we should check. You really hurt yourself the last time this happened,” Mingi softly cooed, rubbing the other’s thigh gently. M/N bit his lip, refusing to meet Mingi’s gaze. “Hyung, it’s fine,” Mingi shook his head. “We’ll check, hm. If it’s bad I’ll take you, ok?” Mingi knew M/N hated being checked out. He probably didn’t want to go with the others or the managers. Mingi reached up to fiddle with the other’s waistband. M/N flushed a deeper red. He began to gently pull them down but was stopped by M/N.

 “I’m not wearing underwear,” The confession making Mingi’s heart flutter. He hadn’t even thought about that. “Just thought you should know,” He stated quietly when Mingi didn’t reply. Mingi bit his lip lightly before speaking. “We still need to check, M/N-ah. Do you want a blanket?” M/N refused to meet Mingi’s gaze. M/N paused, unsure, before shaking his head slowly. “I’ll cover myself. You don’t have to pull my sweats all the way down, right?” Mingi nodded his head at the words. “Just enough to see,” He answered. M/N nodded his head, taking in the words. “Ok,” He quietly agreed. 

Mingi carefully tugged the other’s sweats down. A frown making its way to his face. “You’re bruised already,” Mingi muttered. M/N frowned at the words. His hands moving from holding his sweats in place to peek at the nasty bruise forming. “Fuck,” He muttered, head snapping to look at Mingi. “You hit it pretty good. I don’t think you need treatment though,” He confessed. His eyes briefly met M/N’s before glancing down at the bruise again. He allowed one hand to lightly trail the bruise while his other hand softly played with the inside of M/N’s thigh. Mingi leaned down to place a delicate kiss to the other’s bruise. “Hyung,” The strained word causing Mingi’s head to land on M/N’s face. “M/N-ah?” He quizzed.

The other’s face was bright red, as if he was embarrassed. M/N refused to meet his gaze, hands covering his crotch once more. It suddenly clicked for Mingi. The other was hard and desperately trying to cover it. Mingi was suddenly aware of how intimate everything was. He carefully pulled away, biting his lip.

He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by the dorm door being swung open aggressively. It made them both flinch. “Mingi-ah! How does chicken sound for dinner?” Seonghwa’s voice rang through the dorm. M/N stood up quickly, putting space between the two of them. “Ah, staying for dinner, M/N-ah?” San asked. The said boy muttered something out and was quickly gone. Mingi frowned at the actions of the other. “He really hasn’t been in a chicken mood, huh,” San quizzed, rushing to grab something from the kitchen. Mingi agreed blindly as he moved to follow Seonghwa into the kitchen.

[meirimerens]

You mentioned a burakhovsky wedding… please share your thoughts on that. Like do they marry as old men or younger? Is it like a steppe wedding or more a symbolic commitment thing? I’m curious

Cracks KnucklesOkay so the deal is

they Would have liked to keep it low-key (especially dankovsky who's used to having to cover his ass all the damn time), maybe the two of them + 3 friends each (rubin lara & grief for burakh, peter andrey and the rotten corpse of farkhad they haul around as a ghost like a noxious cloud over their heads for dankovsky), but burakh Is A Menkhu. he is the spiritual leader of the Kin, he is a vital social, spiritual and medicinal person within his community, so his business is the community's business, and vice versa. a sense of Ritual is deeply important to the Kin (not just to them tbh) and if he and dankovsky are to be seen, in the eyes of burakh's communities (kin and town) as bound by dedicated, committed love, a ceremony gotta be done. he WILL be put into a ceremony. dankovsky comes around to a wedding from a sense of What Happen In The Town Stays In The Town so might as well and when he comes back to the Capital the people don't gotta know and also it would make his mom soooo happy she so would so happy for her son to have a weddig(sic) so he's like oh my god okay fine. he's never been a big #marriagehead in no small part because it is like The institution of heterosexuality (especially within christianity) but he comes to consider that the whole "bride being given from father [her previous "master"] to husband [her new one] to go from domestic servant to domestic and reproductive servant" well Does Not Apply here from the But We Are Both Boys Men.

as far as age goes: vitally important to me that yeva (mamakosvky) get to see it so i think they marry age like. mid to late thirties. she's old but she still attends.

it's a whole ordeal because a Warden officiates a Kin wedding, and in the instance that burakh, The Main Warden, is the one getting married, another Warden must officiate. in my mind it is Oyun [cf this thing he's the one hidden and going over the book (2021 art jumpscare)], who also is in charge of updating the rites for Two Men [cf below] and it's kinda awkward due to the Almost killing each other thing.

there is a lot of motherhood - birth - death symbols within the kin's mythology (cf. Boddho herself, The Mother, the birthing of herbs, the "<o> brand" sigil associated with birth, motherhood, cycle and death...) which to me are apparent within the wedding rituals (not just for the fictional[ized] Kin tbh this is a widespread thing irl too) and as such said rituals have to be adjusted for the Gay Thing. it is not that no Kin member has ever been gay or bi, or even that a menkhu has never been that (i know what isidor did to that old man), it's just that burakh junior is the first one for whom such a ceremony pops up. whole ordeal. oyun has to go over the rites with burakh and a bunch of herb brides about what needs to be changed, what can be left in but adjusted etc. "we should probably take this sigil out of the rite it's for a descendance--" "[herb bride speaking] actually☝ it's technically for sexual potency so it can stay" meanwhile burakh is head in hands begging for it to be over. one of the rites include the husband helping his new wife hop on a bull and then lead that bull to the threshold of their new shared house and dankovsky has to sit his dad down and go "okay so i will be on that bull but this is not because i'm "the woman" in the relationship. you must understand this. not "the woman" because there is no woman. we're doing it this way because it's better for the bull to carry lighter (me) and also because i don't know how to lead a bull but burakh does. you understand this".

yeva brings armenian brandy to the post-wedding feast. there is LOUD singing and dancing. honey cakes also (to bring together burakh's & dankovsky's respective backgrounds).

[hmslusitania]

Either 16 or 21 or both or neither

There was no specified ship, so it ended up being kind of pre-relationship TimKon

The party had been a questionable choice, Tim can admit that now. Nothing says “I’m so totally over a relationship, see how fine I’m doing!” like throwing a Halloween party, drinking a little too much at the sight of his ex-girlfriend making out with her new girlfriend who is, for most purposes, Tim’s sister, and then retreating to the bathroom because his more recent ex-boyfriend had actually taken him up on the invitation and brought a plus one.

Which is why he’s hiding in the bathtub in his own bathroom, not totally shielded from view by the novelty map of Faerûn shower curtain Steph had helped him pick out. At least it matches the elf ears that had seemed like a good idea six hours ago, and at least the porcelain he’s resting his face against is cooling and pleasant.

His relative peace — generally not helped by the thumping of the bass from the stereo in the party beyond his room — is interrupted an unknowable amount of time later by the bathroom door opening without a knock, and then he’s in the company of…

“What are you supposed to be?” Tim asks without lifting his head from the side of the tub.

Kon looks down at his “costume” which includes fingerless gloves, a denim jacket, and a black and red buffalo check shirt.

“Breakfast Club?” Kon prompts.

Tim blinks at him.

“Come on, we watched it for YJ movie night like last month,” Kon reminds him.

“I wasn’t there,” Tim says, miserable, and sags a little farther into the comforting embrace of the side of the tub.

“We were gonna do a whole group thing, right, except we decided you’d for sure have to be Ally Sheedy, not Emilio Estevez or Anthony Michael Hall,” Kon continues, unphased by Tim’s demeanour. “But then Cissie wanted to dress up like Wendy instead, and I’m pretty sure Cassie’s dressed up like me, which is kinda a head trip. And Bart had some whole situation where he can’t make our party because he got roped into babysitting Jai and Irey while they go trick-or-treating, because as screwy as my family might be, only when you’re a member of the West-Allen family do you really get to go babysit your, uh…”

“Second cousins,” Tim supplies.

“Huh, I definitely thought that was gonna be a weirder chain of relationship,” Kon says.

He sits on the bathmat next to Tim’s head and pokes him in the side of the face.

“Stop,” Tim says.

“So is there a particular reason you’re hiding from your own party in your bathroom?” Kon asks.

“I’m bitterly single?” Tim replies.

Kon considers him. “So, I get why you invited Steph, because she’s still for sure one of your best friends, and I’m pretty sure you’re, like, contractually obliged to invite Cass to events, and they’re a matched set. But like… your civilian ex-boyfriend who likes to conspiracy theory about the majority of the rest of your guests?”

Tim groans and shuts his eyes, only to have Kon pry one of them open and stare at him up close.

“I wanted to prove I was, like, mature and evolved and so totally over it,” Tim says, and feels stupid even saying it.

“Which is why you’re drunk in your bathtub, sure, yeah, I get that,” Kon says, and smiles when Tim rolls his eyes.

“You don’t have to be in here being nice to me, you can just like… enjoy the party,” Tim says.

“The party where my ex-girlfriend is dressed up in my clothes and making out with our other very good friend who’s dressed up like my all time fictional crush? That party?” Kon asks, and Tim snorts.

“Do you ever think about the fact you dated two girls named Cassandra and both of them turned out to be gay?” Tim asks.

“With really similar taste in women, also,” Kon adds. “And, like, yeah, every once in a while.”

Tim hums and closes his eyes again, but this time, Kon doesn’t pry his eyes open.

“I know you’re mad at me,” Tim mumbles finally. “You didn’t have to come.”

“I’m not mad at you,” Kon says, and this time the physical botherment he inflicts is tweaking the elf ear Tim had spent a stupid amount of time gluing on. “I was questioning your judgement, which is so not the same thing.”

“Judgement I definitely didn’t improve by throwing this party, right?” Tim guesses. Kon makes a noncommittal noise.

“Like I get that you have a thing for blonds with a penchant for getting into trouble, but…” Kon says.

“Not just blonds,” Tim mumbles before he can think better of it. He blinks when he realises what he’s said and finds Kon staring at him curiously. “I’m really fine, Kon, you can go enjoy the party.”

“Nah,” Kon says, and before Tim can move to stop him, he clambers over the side of the tub to squish into the narrow space between Tim and the shower wall, his combat boots which have a certain authenticity that say they might have been Pa Kent’s from the ’60s clunking against the basin. Kon wriggles his shoulders trying to get comfortable for a second, and then gives up and wraps his arm around Tim. It’s just for the better use of space, Tim’s sure, but it’s… it’s really nice. And when Kon tugs him sideways until Tim rolls over so he’s resting the side of his face on Kon’s chest rather than on the side of the tub, it’s so damn pleasant he can barely stand it. “I’d much, much rather be in here with you.”

It makes Tim’s heart flutter in his chest and he knows Kon can hear that, which is just embarrassing, and which he can only sort of blame on the alcohol.

“Yeah, okay, Bender,” he says, trying desperately to hit annoyed.

Kon gives him a full belly laugh that echoes off the bathroom tile, and squeezes him just a little closer. “I knew you’d seen the Breakfast Club before.”

Tim rolls his eyes and smacks Kon in the stomach with a light, open palm. It gets him another laugh, and maybe, just maybe, this party hadn’t been the worst idea after all.

[narrynukezankielover]

This scene in Fan Fiction is interesting because it’s when Dean finds out that people ship Cas and him together and they have a ship name for it. He’s not mad or pissed off he’s more curious about it. Even before he found out the two girls are girlfriends in real life he wasn’t mad or pissed off about Destiel. It’s more like he didn’t realize that all those moments between Cas and him were written in the Supernatural books (up to the end of season 5 anyways).

This shows that the writers and actors know about Destiel and Destiel fan fiction but it also shows that Dean is fine with it and so is Jensen (Jensen has said quite a few times especially this year that he is fine with Destiel).

This is hilarious. Sam is trying to figure out what Cas and Deans ship name should be and he knows that Dean is getting flustered by it. Dean tells Sam to shut up and Sam laughs. It’s the little brother making fun of the older brother for having a boyfriend kind of thing. I would have loved to have seen Cas in this ep. It would’ve been hilarious to watch Dean and Sam trying to explain shipping to Cas and explain ship names to Cas.

This scene is great Dean looks directly at the girl playing Cas and says to put as much text into that subtext. Again showing that he’s fine with Destiel. I have more thoughts on this ep but I’m going to keep them to myself because I think I’ll piss some people off if I say them.

This scene in Girls, Girls, Girls is kind of annoying. I don’t like Hannah because she can’t take a hint. Cas has told her soooo many times that he only likes her as a friend, she’s the one that told Cas not to lose it over one man, she heard the Metatron saying that Cas did everything for Dean and she knew that at the beginning of the season that Cas was sick yet he did everything he could to help Dean become human again. Here she tries to say that all her feelings for Cas weren’t actually her feelings that they were coming from the human she was possessing which I think she lied about. I think she didn’t want to be on earth anymore and it stead of embarrassing herself she came up with this excuse because when Cas was possessing Jimmy the feelings Cas has for Dean weren’t Jimmys feelings considering I don’t think Jimmy even likes Dean.

I’m just adding this in from Hibbing 911 because it’s another gay scene well it was 2 scenes. The cop guy was obviously flirting with Dean when he said it was cute for Dean to try and find a case there but then Dean knew the best way to get information out of the cop was to flirt so that’s what he did by sucking up to the cop but here the cop had just walked past Dean and Dean clearly looks at the guys ass.

I think this ep is called The Things We Left Behind. This scene makes me extremely happy. Cas told Claire that Jimmy is dead and in heaven because an arch angel killed him on a sub atomic level but he was brought back and that that body was specifically made for him. I absolutely love that Cas has his own body now. He’s not possessing Jimmy anymore. That that brain is his brain all his feelings are his feelings. I assumed after Cas was blown up in season 5 ep 1 (Chuck told Dean that Cas was blown up but they didn’t show it which is why I’m assuming they go with when Cas was blown up at the end of season 5) that Jimmy was dead but to hear Cas say it and to say that that body was made for him just made me extremely happy.

Another scene where Sam is there yet Cas is just talking to Dean. Cas called Dean and Sam to come help him yet he was looking directly at Dean when Cas said he needed Deans help. Then Sam came up with a plan for Dean and him to go to the group home to find Claire but Dean obviously wanted some alone time with Cas because he gave Sam the keys and told him Cas and him would stay there. Sounds like Dean wanted an unofficial date with Cas.

This is beyond cute. Cas gave Dean a compliment and Dean got flustered. Dean obviously wanted this to be his alone time with Cas because up until Cas asked Dean how he was they were talking about random stuff and flirting. I also love that they cant hide how sick they are from each other. At the end of season 9 when Cas told Dean he was fine Dean knew he was lying and then Cas told him the truth the same thing happens here. Cas asks Dean how he’s doing and Dean says he’s great and Cas said no you’re not. Cas knew Dean was lying and Dean asked him if he turns into a demon again for Cas to kill him which Dean knows Cas can’t kill him considering Cas couldn’t kill Dean when he was being mind controlled to kill Dean there’s no way in hell he’d be able to do it when he’s himself.

It looks like Sam was expecting Dean to tell Cas to let go of the guy but instead Dean is impressed and I think a little turned on.

[maxdibert]

The Marauders fandom is one that someone could easily enter only to quickly lose interest, and that's exactly how I feel right now. I “joined” (or rather got dragged into) it around late September or early October of THIS YEAR, drawn in by the excitement of everyone creating their own stories for the characters. As someone who also loves to write, I found it fascinating and immediately felt a connection to the community.

The biggest mistake of my life has been getting involved in this fandom. The level of toxicity is almost shocking. It baffles me that many of the members are four years older than I am, able to pay taxes and even vote. I had hoped that their age would mean they could engage in meaningful discussions, conduct thorough research, analyze characters effectively, and write about them with depth. But I’ve been let down repeatedly.

First, it was Jegulus, a ship I couldn't understand because, I admit, I am someone who takes canon a little seriously even when I'm making fanon things, and these two do NOT seem like they'd work well together. Then, it was like characters that are known to be BAD PEOPLE were suddenly cool kids that were either gay, twinks or just given this sob story so people could like them (Regulus, Sirius, Barty Crouch Jr, Remus, James, hell, even Evan and Mulciber...). Next, the girls were thrown to the side and given WLW ships just so they could stay out of the way of MLM ships.

What finally pushed me over the edge was the overwhelming disdain for Severus Snape. The constant name-calling, the people who genuinely believed that being hung upside down for humiliation wasn't a form of sexual assault, and the accusations of him stalking or being obsessed with Lily—all while completely overlooking the fact that he represents one of the truest reflections of a guy clearly needing HELP and STABILITY. The idea that "he deserved to be bullied" really stung, and it feels like I’m constantly being pushed away for simply admitting that his character means everything to me. After all, he offers me something to delve into, to grasp and wrestle with in my thoughts. He's also realistic, because wouldn't you be miserable too if you had to grow up in a domestic abusive situation, go to school only to get bullied??

How can I come back to a fandom after so long, happy to finally become social again after being socially anxious, only for the fandom to be crap? How can I look up to anyone my age and think they know what they're doing when THIS is how they act? I understand it's fiction; I know that I shouldn't be pissed because it is a fanon-based community, BUT fiction and reality can cross over and over and over again. There's a point that some people need to realize that whatever they say or do with a fictional character will mirror how they'll react to people like that in the real world, even if they don't notice they're doing it.

(P.S. - I don't have good grammar, so this might be hard to read...sorry!)

Honestly, I’m sorry you had such a terrible experience. I guess for those who also enjoy Severus as a character or are his fans, being in that fandom must be a nightmare. I mean, I’ve literally seen them fangirl over absolutely EVERY character except him—I have no idea what their deal is. Some people say it’s because adult Severus is unpleasant, but, hello? Barty Crouch Jr.? Seriously? That man not only tortured a couple into insanity but also locked a man in a trunk for months and triggered the son of the couple he drove insane. To me, it all boils down to beauty privilege and classism. What I don’t understand is looking down on people who are in that fandom but also happen to be Snape fans. I mean, there are plenty of people within Snapedom who, for example, like the Marauders or are fans of Sirius or Lily, and I’ve never seen anyone give them crap for it. I wouldn’t give anyone crap for that.

In fact, my issue with the Marauders' fandom isn’t that they like the Marauders but how they try to justify the unjustifiable, whitewash their actions, or completely destroy their canon personalities.

Anyway, I feel really bad because, in the end, people use the internet to pass the time, have fun, vent, or escape the real world, and it’s such a shame that they’re met with rejection instead. But, honestly, what can you expect from people who minimize or whitewash bullying other than more bullying?

[butterflywithsass]

Watched Dead Boy Detectives last night and I’m obsessed. If you like the queerness of good omens, but with more gore, and in the same universe as the Sandman (death and despair both show up) if you like dark academia gay boys, if you like ghosts, or paranormal stuff, or demons, if you like cats — lemme tell you this show is for you.

So, like, there’s these two ghost boys who are best friends but also gay for each other but also a secret third thing and their names are Edwin and Charles.

Edwin Payne was a demonic sacrifice in 1916 and as spend literal decades in hell but escaped. He’s a repressed Victorian gay who has zero charisma but every single man he meets becomes obsessed with him and wants to sleep with him except the boy he actually likes which is his best friend Charles. His entire character arc is about gay panic and getting over his internalized homophobia — he wears bow ties!!!! He doesn’t know what a hand job is. He’s literally the perfect tumblr blorbo. His superpower is getting tortured. He’s so sassy! His sexual awakening comes at the hands of a cat king and his first kiss is with a crow.

Charles died in like the 90s or something I’m not sure. He’s so optimistic and sunshine but also so full of rage. He’s the most supportive guy 100/10 would trust him with anything. He doesn’t like to talk about his issues. When confronted with the inexorable monsters of hell he solved the problem with a Molotov cocktail. I love him and his single earring he’s a golden retriever who would rather stay on earth with best friend than move on to a peaceful afterlife. His jawline is impeccable he can’t not press a big red button when he sees it.

Crystal Palace I wasn’t sold on because I thought she’d get between my boys but she actually so cool and I developed a bit of a crush let’s be honest I have a thing for curly haired witchy girls, she’s a physic with amnesia and a demon stalker ex boyfriend people stare at her when she hangs out with the boys cause it looks like she’s talking to herself. Everyone she knows thinks she’s insane. She’s a reformed mean girl.

Niko Sisaki I was a little iffy about because it felt like they were gonna go with the bimbo anime Asian girl but turns out she just had a parasite that made pink hearts float around her. She’s so weird she tries to help Edwin with his gay problem by introducing him to explicit gay fan fiction, she tries to get her landlord to date, she likes cool rocks. She has two tiny people trapped in a jar in her room. Her friendship with Edwin is everything. She’s ghosting her mom.

Jenny. I love her so much, she feels so safe which is weird because she chops meat and all her clothes are covered in blood. Everything about just screams big sister and her character arc is learning to embrace that. She goes on one date and almost gets murdered.

Monty. He’s literally a crow turned into a boy. He’s down bad for Edwin. He’s a secret honeypot agent for an evil witch. He has the most adorable smile, the whole time I was expecting him to be an agent of Morpheus. He’s obsessed with astrology.

The Night nurse originally annoyed me a bit (in a good way) I just wanted to get rid of her. When Charles punted her into a giant sea monster I clapped. Then it just got weird and I love it.

The cat king. He’s such a creep, but honestly, I love that for him. He has some of the best lines and he just exudes cat. He’s a classic fairy tale trickster, he a nuisance for the whole season, he’s central to the plot, he’s constantly hitting on Edwin.

Esther. She’s a archetypal evil witch. She gives off mystic trash vibes. She’s obsessed with beauty and revenge. She’s shamelessly horrible. She feeds kids to her giant snake. She literally can’t die.

All in all, I think I’m gonna have brain rot over this for the next year, go and watch it.

[librarycards]

hi! perhaps you’ve done this sort of thing before but i have been trawling your book reccs tag (and getting heinously sidetracked by other delicious sounding books) and didn’t find an ask like this so! i was wondering if you have any book recommendations (preferably creative nonfiction) for me that would give me hope, or at least provide a glimmer of light in the dark. for context i’m an igbo biafran from nigeria who lives in so called australia. i have identified as a man since i was 14, but my family is very transphobic in a traditional roman catholic way (it is both an affront to our culture AND our religion, so a double whammy) and i think all of this plus being raised in a very sane fatphobic white cisheteroallonormative society (like most people to be fair) has particularly eroded my sense of self and my desire to transition. while i can’t see a future for myself where i do not present as and actively identify as a gay man, i also am crushed by the amount of oppression i have endured. thus i am kind of detransitioning because my family is difficult and the structural difficulties in accessing a life i want has been so difficult that my brain, in an attempt to shield me from further pain, has completely gone the other way on transitioning, and doesn’t believe that i will ever accept myself, or be accepted, as a gay man and find love. all my friends, since i was very young, have been white (often progressive queers raised in accepting families - who were too afraid to stand up for me), which has left me with this sense of not belonging and total alienation. and not to ramble too much but i have faced a lot of structural oppression and pain, and coming to them and saying ‘my parents are transphobic and physically abusive but they are my only connection to my culture which also does not like me but has been oppressed and mangled horribly’ is something that they simply cannot grasp. i have socially detransitioned several times, gone by a variety of pronouns, tried to get on T and failed, had my gender identity chalked up to my ‘mental illnesses’ and been unable to express my gender as i would like, and because my (now ex)friends have not faced a majority of these issues, they have been at best apathetic and at worst incredibly ignorant. thus, i am asking for recommendations that can help me maybe come to terms with both the pain of my past and my present, and also that gives me hope that someone somewhere understands me, and that they’ve been through this and are in a better place with a supportive community, and people that chose them and that they’ve also chosen. i am totally socially isolated, and it is so difficult to motivate myself to meet people and push through my fear of vulnerability and rejection. anyways this is so long i’m very sorry, but i hope it provided some context for the nuance of my situation 😅

totally makes sense, and i relate to + appreciate the long-winded thoughtfulness of your messages! here are some recs that engage some of these themes, mostly CNF.

Nonfiction:

Lamya H, Hijab Butch Blues

Eli Clare, Exile & Pride

Akwaeke Emezi, Dear Senthuran: A Black Spirit Memoir

Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha, Dirty River

Samuel R Delany, Times Square Red, Times Square Blue

Larry Mitchell, The Faggots and their Friends Between Revolutions

Fiction:

James Baldwin, Giovanni's Room (not trans, but required reading. also is, to me, one of the best pieces of prose in the english language, full stop)

Kai Cheng Thom, Fierce Femmes and Notorious Liars

Casey Plett, Little Fish

I wrote a trans book about despair and resistance that you might like.

you've probably heard of some of these, but i hope you find something useful!!

[laiqualaurelote]

Ok but for the file thing, I'm DYING to know more about "The first thing Isaac chopped in half with his hand was the BELIEVE sign" pls <3

thank you for this ask for the WIP game! this is an extremely cracky AU in which the Richmond Players all start manifesting superpowers.

The first thing Isaac chopped in half with his hand was the BELIEVE sign. The second was Zoreaux.

To be fair to Isaac, he had failed to chop Jamie in half. (More on this later.) Thus, while Jamie went off to sulk and Zoreaux ambled up to poke at the broken sign saying, “Maybe we can make a new one?” Isaac thought nothing of clapping him on the back and replying, “Sure thing, bruv.”

His hand went through Zoreaux like a hot knife through butter. Zoreaux didn’t exactly fall apart, but he did sort of peel away in two halves like a melted clock in a Dalí painting. He was screaming the whole time. It was the modern art mash-up nobody wanted to see.

Isaac gaped at him in horror. The other players were yelling. “Bro! What did you do!”

“I didn’t – ” began Isaac. 

Zoreaux was still screaming. Weirdly, there was no blood or anything. The edges of him seemed to have been pinched off, like Play-doh.

“We must put him back together!” shouted Dani. He and Richard were on their knees, trying to jam the two halves of Zoreaux back together, only Zoreaux seemed to be drooping and stretching through their fingers. “Mon dieu,” gasped Richard. “He is like cheese! But not good cheese! Like the cheap mozzarella from Pizza Express!”

“Osti de tabarnak de sacrament!” shrieked Zoreaux. “What the fuck is happening!”

“I got the duct tape!” called Will, rushing in. He tossed the roll to Sam, who began trying to tape Zoreaux back together as the rest of the players rushed in to try and help. 

“Wait, wait.” Something was happening as Sam’s hands brushed against the halves of Zoreaux. They seemed to be melding back together. “Sam!” cried Dani. “It’s you! You are healing him!”

“Wow,” said Sam, staring at his hands as they knit Zoreaux back together. “Wait, I need to make sure he’s aligned properly. Can I get more light?”

Everyone was temporarily blinded as Dani burst into a blazing ball of brilliance.

“...okay,” said Sam after some time, “way more light than I needed, but thank you.”

“De nada, Sam!” 

It was at this point that Trent Crimm walked into the room. He stopped and put on his glasses, as if that would clarify the tableau of the AFC Richmond team duct-taping their cloven goalkeeper together while one of their strikers was blazing like a lighthouse beacon and their captain stood in the corner with his hands apologetically raised in the air. 

“What,” said Trent, “the actual fuck?”

*

Trent’s first thought was that he would have to re-pitch his book as a fantasy novel, because nobody was going to take it seriously as non-fiction any more.

“So you’ve got healing hands,” he repeated to Sam.

“I think so?” Sam stared at his hands. “Or maybe I just have the ability to stick things back together. I don’t know. Perhaps I should test it on another injury?”

Across the locker room, O’Brien cleared his throat. “Sam? Can you touch my butt?”

Trent and the players turned to stare at him. 

“Not for gay reasons,” O’Brien clarified. “For science.”

“Both of those are valid,” said Sam. “I would be happy to touch your butt for you.”

Trying to ignore O’Brien casually dropping trou in the corner, Trent removed his spectacles and pinched the bridge of his nose. Dani’s brightness was giving him a migraine. “I’m sorry, bruv,” said Isaac to Zoreaux for the thousandth time.

“It’s okay,” said Zoreaux. They had yet to remove the duct tape, just in case, so he looked like a very poorly-wrapped package. “It didn’t actually hurt. I was just freaking out, bro.”

Babatunde was holding on to Zoreaux’s little finger and walking across the room while Bumbercatch followed him with a measuring tape to see how far the finger could stretch. “Three metres!” yelled Bumbercatch as Richard tried to cross the room to his locker and ended up having to do the limbo under the finger. “Okay, take it around the corner!”

“I just thought,” went on Isaac, “‘cos I touched Jamie, and I didn’t chop him in half…” He trails off.

“What?” said Jamie. And then, as Isaac made a move towards him, “Whoa! Are you fucking mental?”

“Sorry.” Isaac backed off. 

“Could I test a theory?” ventured Trent. “Bearing in mind that I mean this as a purely scientific inquiry.”

“Sure,” said Jamie. “Whatev – oi!” he yelled as Trent stabbed him in the hand with his pen.

The pen snapped in two. Ink splattered over Jamie’s hand, the skin of which remained unbroken. Jamie screwed up his nose. “That’s disgusting, man.”

“I think you’re invulnerable, Jamie,” said Trent.

Jamie considered this. “That mean I can’t be hurt?”

“I believe so, yes. We’ll have to run more tests to be sure.”

“Huh,” said Jamie. “Sick.”

“It worked!” O’Brien yelled from across the room. “It’s a miracle! I’m healed!”

“Okay,” said Trent wearily, “so we’ve got…five superpowers that have manifested so far. Anybody else feel a superpower coming on?”

“I got one,” called out Jan Maas. “I’m always right.”

The locker room erupted in laughter. “Shut the fuck up, Jan Maas,” they chorused.

Jan shrugged. “I’m just saying.”

[rocketedtothestars]

I’m trying to come up with a one shot idea I wanna write. This is the idea I have so far.

A little messy but I’m working on it. Was laying here and had this whole idea so I’m using my phone to write it out and thought it would be fun to share. 💕 I do intend for this to get fluffy at some point but this is what I have so far.

Was just in that mood to write something 👉🏻👈🏻🥺

Description/Idea (so far)…

I had this whole idea of an argument breaking out when he comes home from a mission. Maybe him taking out some of his anger on you (yelling, pointing his clawed finger at you while standing on the counter top, etc). But you just kinda let him yell at you for a bit. Of corse you eventually lash back, telling him it’s ’unfair’ for him to take it out on you. He’s been so aggravated his last few missions when he came home. But this one was different. You bring up the fact that you want to help out more. Maybe learn to fly or fight even. It upsets him. It upsets him a great deal because he doesn’t want to loose you… (I can’t seem to think of what occurred for him to be upset on his mission just yet, but I’ll come up with something, even if it’s silly cause it’s fan-fiction and I could go about this any way I see fit) but I’m thinking a delivery went all wrong? He enters the room, and you can already feel the tension radiating from him. For a while you brought up how you wanted to learn to fly a ship or even fight. You wanted to be able to fend for yourself. It had been months since you were really able to do much, and typically Rocket wanted to be with you. For your safety. In your mind, you felt like a burden. Your jobs were simple, and every so often you’d do some odd jobs on Knowhere with Kraglin, Drax, or Nebula. You challenge Rocket’s walls, insisting you are ready to learn, to which he clearly doesn’t want you to. Not out of toxicity, but out of fear. He had lost too much in his past. And he didn’t want to loose you.

warnings: Language, very light fluff.

Written for M!reader and Gay Reader 🏳️‍🌈

It takes place after Vol. 3 (so with the new Guardian’s lineup)

Rocket slammed the door behind him, the sound echoing through the small apartment. You glanced up from the kitchen counter where you’d been chopping vegetables, the knife pausing mid-slice. He stomped toward the counter, his boots making small thuds against the floor. You could tell immediately he wasn’t in a good mood. His fur was slightly matted, his ears pinned back, and his tail twitched with irritation.

“How was the mission?” you asked, your voice calm, though you could feel the tension radiating off him. You set the knife down and turned fully to face him. Rocket didn’t answer immediately. He climbed onto the counter with an ease born of habit, tossing his holster onto the surface with a loud thunk. Standing on the counter brought him nearly to your eye level, and his brown eyes locked onto yours, sharp and unreadable. He crossed his arms, his claws tapping against his sleeves as he leaned slightly forward.

“‘How was the mission?’” he mimicked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Yeah, sure, let’s pretend it wasn’t a flarkin’ disaster.”

“Rocket, what happened?”

“What happened is I spent the whole damn day babysitting a buncha idiots who couldn’t follow a single flarkin’ order!” he snapped. He took a deep breath tho, gazing down at the counter, scratching the back of his neck.

“Well,” you paused, trying to pick the right words. It seemed like each time you offered to help, you were shut down. Yes. You were his boyfriend. He loved you, wanted nothing but for you to be safe. You knew just how much he cared about you. How much you meant to him. And he too, meant just as much to you. “-I was thinking maybe it’s time you start teaching me somethings… Kraglin thinks I would make a good pilot, well, co-pilot at-least? Even said he was willing to teach me a thing or two?”

DEEP in your hearts of hearts you know he doesn’t mean what he says. It’s not your first rodeo dealing with his sharp tongue. Even when it hurt sometimes.

“For fuck’s sake, you’re not goin’ out there!” He shouted, baring his sharp canines at you as he pointed off in the distance. “-You think this is some kinda game? You don’t know what the hell you’re doin’, and you sure as shit ain’t ready for what’s out there! I know you want to go out there, I know you want to help, but I can’t take any risks. I KNOW what it’s like out there, way more than you ever will!”

His words cut deep, like a dagger straight to your heart, but you swallowed the pain, forcing back the tears. He knew you were sensitive—maybe that’s what he loved most about you. You cared, even when he was a complete dick. You weren’t doing this for yourself; you were doing it for both of you. Together. No matter how much it hurt, you wouldn’t back down.

“Rocket, I know you’ve been through hell. But I can’t just sit here… I can’t sit here, and then you come home on days like this, lashing out at me. It’s not fair. And goddamnit, you know I already know—I’ve heard this shit before.” Your voice faltered, the weight of his words pressing down on you like it always did. Every time you tried to bring this up, to contribute, to help, it ended the same way: shut down, dismissed. “Rocket, please…”

“‘Rocket, please! Rocket, please!’—‘please let me go out and get myself killed, please let me help you.’” he mocked you, raising his voice and pitching it up slightly to match your soft tone. His voice dripped with venom as he finally stopped, growling low and pointing a sharp, clawed finger directly at you. The tip was just inches from your face, and instinctively, you took a step back, feeling the edge of the counter press into your lower back.

“The answer is flarkin’ no!” His ears pinned flat against his head, his amber eyes blazing with frustration and something rawer underneath. If you didn't know any better, you'd say they almost looked a bright red. His tail lashed behind him, bristling with agitation as he bared his sharp canines. “Besides, it’s not like you could do much as of now. The mission’s over—done. It was a fucking wreck. Then I gotta come home, make sure you’re alright, then I gotta work on flark knows what? Probably help Kraglin or Nebula set up the—” he waved a hand dismissively— “Hellstorm Systems or whatever the hell it's called.” His words still stung, his tone cutting, but even as he ranted, there was something in the way his gaze flickered that betrayed him. Behind all the anger and mockery, you could still see the fear. The fear of losing you. But right now, his walls were up, and his words felt like a barrier. His way of keeping his real emotions hidden.

Rocket’s sharp gaze followed you as you instinctively backed into the counter behind you, his clawed paw still extended, though it faltered for a moment. He noticed, of course—he noticed everything. The way your shoulders tensed, the way your hands gripped the edge of the counter behind you, as if grounding yourself against the storm of his anger.

You’re too good for him (So he thinks), But you know he is the best damn thing to ever happen to you and it couldn’t be any further from the truth. You love him. You understand him, maybe not everything he went through. But you do allot for him. You’d do anything to make him happy. To see him smile. Go through great lengths, even with the little knowledge you have on anything here.

You wasn’t a Guardian—not like the others. You were still finding your place. Rocket wouldn’t say it, but his worry was clear. He wasn’t afraid you’d fail—he was terrified you’d get hurt. But you couldn’t just sit back. You wanted to be more, not just for yourself, but for him. Cleaning his pistols, something he’d taught you, and something you would do for him out of the kindness of your heart felt small, but it was a start. A step toward proving yourself—to him and to yourself. You’d left everything behind to be with him, and though Rocket rarely admitted it, a part of him carried the weight of that. The guilt gnawed at him—at the way you were practically stuck on Knowhere. The only time you seemed to go out was with him, and you were fine with that. You preferred him at your side. Those harsh words he threw at you when he didn’t know how to say what he really felt. You did the odd jobs, kept the apartment running, cleaned his guns of corse, but there was always more.

“I can’t keep waiting for you to decide I’m ready, Rocket. I’m not asking to be a hero—I’m asking to survive. What happens when you’re not there to protect me? What am I supposed to do then? Just hope for the best?” Your voice cracks slightly, but you keep going, holding his gaze as the two of you stood in the small kitchen of your Knowhere apartment. “I… I left everything for you. The least you can do is let me learn how to fend for myself, fly a ship, damnit, something—because one day, I might have to, whether you like it or not, and you damned well know it.”

The way he avoided teaching you to pilot a ship. When you brought it up mid-argument, his eyes locked onto yours, sharp and unyielding, the amber depths burning with frustration—and something deeper. His fur bristled, his ears twitching as he clenched his jaw revealing his canines, trying desperately to hold back. You could see it, the way he fought not to snap any further than he'd already had. To keep from saying what you already knew he thought. What he already said. It’s too dangerous. It always was. But you weren’t blind to reality, and neither was he. He couldn’t protect you from everything. You had to learn to stand on your own at some point. The last thing you wanted was to depend solely on him—and deep down, you wondered if that was what scared him most.

"You think I like bein’ this way? Flarkin' yellin’ at you? I don’t! But I know what’s out there! I know how fast things can go to scutt, and if somethin’ happened to you ‘cause I didn’t stop you—" He cut himself off, his canines bared as his voice broke for a split second. His eyes darted away from yours, burning with frustration, fear, and something deeper that he couldn’t—or wouldn’t—say aloud.

Your eyes softened, leaning away from the counter behind you. You knew Rocket meant well. Even like this. He'd never hurt you, maybe with some of his words, sure. But he damned sure wouldn't let anyone else. But you could see it, even as he tried to turn his head away from you. Through those bared teeth those beautiful brown eyes of his gave away everything. You made your way over to him, wrapping your arms around him. It caught him off guard. It always did. But he caved. The warmth of your body next to his. It was comforting. It was exactly what you knew he needed.

"I can't... I can't lose you..." His voice was sofer. It was as if his anger melted away in an instant. He was still frustrated, yes, but he wasn't mad at you exactly. He knew he couldn't protect you from everything. But he could damn sure try.

"Rocket..." Your voice was a mere whisper, your hand trailed up his back. Even through his uniform, you could feel his pulse quicken in your arms. "-I love you. I'm sorry, I just... R-really want to-" And before you could finish that sentence. You were instantly cut off by the warmth of his breath against your neck, followed by a tender kiss. You had a healing hickey in the spot he was kissing-from him.

“Okay, I admit it… You’re right…” he whispered against your neck so tenderly. The way his warm breath felt against your neck. It made you melt. Every. Single. Time. “We’ll start, next week… if anyone’s going to teach you to pilot a ship it damn sure isn’t going to be Kraglin.”

You couldn’t help but muster a small chuckle, feeling his calloused paw run up against your back and along your sides. You wanted to let him know how argumentative he was, and while he had a valid point. You didn’t say a word. He you felt his whiskers tickle along your neck, the way his tongue slowly glided over a faded bruise along your neck. One he had left a few nights prior. “R-Rocket, I just want to be…”

“-Baby boy…. I know. Don’t ever think you don’t do enough, okay.” He said, planting a kiss along your neck once more, interrupting you. “You are so stubborn sometimes, you know that?” His tone was so much more relaxed now. Even as you guided your hands up and back down his back, you could feel those implants through his uniform under the palm of your hands.

“I know,” your voice was soft. As you slowly pulled away, your hands stopping just above the base of his tail, you had all but forgotten you were in the middle of making dinner. “-I should probably get back to making dinner?” It was a simple stew. Nothing fancy, but you were whipping up something that was quick and easy.

And that is all I got so far. Sorry this is long, maybe even a little messy. But it’s all for fun. 💖

[allthemidnightmemories]

I’m also slowly going through Adam Scott’s filmography; I'm wondering which of his movies and TV appearances you've watched so far are worth watching.

cracks knuckles let's GO

i'm probably about like....a quarter of the way through his filmography? he has a lot of indie movies and tv appearances that are a little harder to find, but these are some highlights of what I've watched so far!

essential viewing

severance - this is god tier adam scott at his finest and we will GET him an emmy award so help me keir

parks and recreation - ben wyatt sweet nerd angel love of my life i adore you

greatest event in television history - four incredible documentary shorts about a fictionalized version of adam scott filming remakes of 80s title sequences. so much work went into these things and i love them so much

little evil - an unexpected gem that's a fun, unserious parody of old horror movie tropes and was actually quite enjoyable and had some very sweet moments with suprise insights on parenting??

secret life of walter mitty - ngl i hate his character in this and it's not my favorite role of his BUT i absolutely ended up loving this movie quite a lot so i do recommend it in general lol

underrated gems

krampus - lowkey super fun and great for the holidays, and made me kinda want to see him in more horror because he plays the scared shitless everyman quite well

seven and a match - i found this low rent indie very endearing. the plot is meh but i love his subplot and i think he brings a lot of depth to his character (gay writer pining after his presumably straight college friend) especially so early in his career. watch for peak new england fall vibes, Gen X ennui, and a folksy soundtrack

torque - a flawed parody of the fast and furious films. adam scott plays an fbi agent pursuing these vigilante bikers and the scenes with him and his fellow agent (justina machado) are honestly the best part of the whole movie. his hair also looks AMAZING if you're into that

friends with kids - more extensive thoughts here but overall enjoyed this one and i loved what he brings to his more intense scenes (specifically the dinner scene and the ending)

woof (watch at your own peril)

high crimes - SO boring and they did him super dirty with a miltary buzz cut lol

madame web - the concept of him playing uncle ben in the spiderman universe is so fun and i'm so annoyed they wasted him in this mess 😂 tbh he is the best part of this movie, which sits firmly in the so bad it's fun to watch category.

haven't seen but on my list

party down

the good place

the vicious kind

tell me you love me

bachelorette (update: do not recommend, this was a rough watch lol)

he also has a TON of tv guest spots that are fun to hunt down - my favorites include:

law and order (s 16 ep 17)

veronica mars (s 1 ep 14)

also i do need to give a special shoutout to his podcast with scott aukerman called U Talkin' U2 to Me - your mileage may very and it is a VERY specific kind of stupid humor, but I did not care at all about U2 before and this podcast got me into U2. they've also covered other bands (it is currently getting me into REM) and has brought me a lot of joy during Seasonal Depression szn

anyways this is by no means encyclopedic or comprehensive, but these are the ones i've enjoyed so far!

[cozytief]

Wooyoung "You used to be someone I hated"

Hello ^_^ Back again after a break. Been going through something and couldn't find inspiration.

Thank you to @ateezreactionsandscenarios for your prompts. I know they were for requesting but some of them brought back my spark.

Miscommunication with Wooyoung results in some angst then fluff.

~~~

In no way does this represent Wooyoung irl or his actual personality. This is fiction.

TW: Gay, Slight Angst, Fluffy end, Drinking

~~~

Yunho giggled as he slammed the card he’d been holding down. He’d brought a simple drinking game to the party with low expectations. Yunho had become happy when it became a big hit. The drunk group finding the silly questions and dares hilariously stupid. Wooyoung snagged a card from the table, offering it to M/N. The said male smiling brightly at him as he took the card. M/N read the card twice before pausing for a short time. The group had tossed aside some cards they had agreed weren’t in good flavor earlier. Hongjoong worried for a second that they’d forgotten to pull one. 

However, just as fast as M/N’s hesitation appeared, it was gone. “Ah, Woo-ah,” He stated, tossing the card towards the center. The group giggled at the words. Wooyoung and San both reached for the card. Wooyoung was slightly faster. He turned the card over with a smile, questioning what the other had pinned him for. His smile faded as he read over the words. Who have you hated most in the group? Wooyoung couldn’t help but pull the card closer to himself. He was worried the others could see the words. “What?” He questioned, a frown making its way to his face as his eyes landed on M/N. The other shrugged his shoulders, reaching for his drink. “You used to be someone I hated,” The words came out with ease. The group paused, taking in the words M/N had spoken. Wooyoung’s stiff body suddenly becoming bluntly apparent to them. Yunho gave a dry laugh as he tried to cut in. “Used to. That good news, huh,” He questioned, hitting San as he spoke. The other made a noise of agreement. “I-I mean Woo-ah can be a bit much at first,” He commented, shrugging his shoulders too.

 M/N shook his head at the words. “A bit much?” He questioned. The group felt fear hit them. They hadn’t thought M/N was drunk but this simple card was proving otherwise. M/N never spoke bad about Wooyoung. They were best friends for fucks sake. Yunho felt regret hit him as he realized this was turning bad fast. The others had asked him not to bring the stupid game and he had. Now, it was about to cause a blowout fight. “Wooyoung’s the nicest person I’ve met. I don’t think it’s possible for him to be too much,” Wooyoung frowned harder at the words. “I’m the nicest person you’ve met, yet you hated me?” He questioned, crossing his arms. M/N laughed as he nodded. “That’s why I hated you so much. Imagine getting rejected by Eden and the guy you lose to gives you the biggest smile and pats your back saying ‘You did so well, M/N-ah,” The words filled the air uncomfortably. Wooyoung spoke before anyone could stop him. “You hated me because I treated you nice?” He muttered out the words in disbelief. 

M/N nodded his head. “Woo-ah, every time we went against each other, you won. And you were so nice about it,” Wooyoung frowned at the words. “I didn’t win every time-” M/N laughed loudly at the words. “Literally every time, Woo-ah. God, I felt so talentless next to you,” M/N leaned forward as he spoke. “Did you know Eden-Hyung handpicked me? Handpicked, yet I lost every time I went against you. I think that’d irk anyone, but it hurt more knowing you’d smile and act like it wasn’t important,” M/N shook his head while taking a sip of his drink. Wooyoung’s head had tilted, like he couldn’t understand what was happening. “I-I didn’t know you felt that way,” He softly stated. M/N shook his head. “I tried not to show it. It’s not like it was your fault,” The words brought a slight smile to his face. “Seriously, nicest person ever,” He muttered, reaching to give Wooyoung’s hand a quick squeeze. “I think you’re the only person to say I’m the nicest person you know,” M/N giggled, leaning into Wooyoung as he spoke. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you be mean,” San’s eyes widened at the words. 

“He’s the meanest! God, has he bit you yet?!” M/N giggled at the words, tilting his head up to look at Wooyoung as he spoke. “Bit? Do you plan on biting me?” The words from M/N made his heart thump hard. He was positive that his heart could be heard by the others. Wooyoung simply smiled and gently leaned down to catch the other’s shoulder in between his teeth. He barely gave it a squeeze before pulling away, a cheesy smile on his face. M/N giggled. “See, nicest person ever! Y’all call that a bite?!” Wooyoung watched M/N with a smile on his face as the group turned into a fight. The others claiming he was mean and harsh with them while M/N claimed that the ‘bite’ He’d just gotten was nothing.

[pieandflannel]

okay so im lowkey going a little crazy and im too scared to tell anyone but ive been out as a lesbian since senior year of high school so around 5 or 6 years ago. lately ive been sorta questioning it.

not to be tmi, but- i’ve been getting off on jackles smut A LOT and my desire for this man is to a point where i’ll be like “i would 1000% suck his dick” — very not lesbian of me LMAO. i can’t tell if what im feeling makes me possibly bi or what. like sometimes i find myself wanting to try it out and part of me is scared of being wrong [labeling myself as a lesbian] SEXUALITY IS SO WEIRD I HATE THIS it’s been a constant struggle figuring out if i genuinely have attraction to men but women were like YEP i love them it was soooo easy but men???? terrifed. confused. wtf. but some of just very beautiful. Help. (sorry for yapping at you- i needed to vomit this out in some way)

girl don’t apologise for the yap sesh! i’m here if anyone needs to talk or rant <3

honestly i believe sexuality is a beautiful journey, it’s mostly never linear and that’s totally okay because life is all about finding who you really are!

a bit of julia lore:

growing up in a quite old fashioned and close minded environment where being gay was a sin or ‘god hates gays’ type shit, has had me stay closeted until i was 21 years old. (i’m 23 soon)

also my ex best friend used to bully me about it (despite me telling her this in secret) and then used the fact i was bisexual to manipulate our shared friends to cut me off by making them think i broke off the friendship (and victimising herself) because i got too jealous of her bf, when in reality i just had enough of her treating me like utter shit (she was abusive towards me to a point i wanted to end my life) and taking all the money i earn with hard work telling me its for rent when in reality she used it for her nails n fuel to drive to her bfs house in another town (we lived together before i ran away and cut her off)

so after that… i was terrified to tell my mom that i also like girls (my father was a homophobic piece of shit that thankfully wasn’t in my life) my mom is straight but she said she loves me no matter what, so that’s cool. i’m blessed to have a mom like that.

my point here is that no matter how much someone tries to dull you down or shame you, don’t you dare hide who you truly are, because that is what makes you you. that’s what makes you beautiful. and fuck what others think. i proudly talk about me liking both genders now because the right people will stay.

i also contemplate a lot of the times if i’m a lesbian with some exceptions (fictional characters and some celebs) because when i see irl guys they disgust me, which makes me totally think i’m a lesbian.

but honestly i think if you are curious as to how it feels to do it with a guy (or girl), or if the thought arouses you, you can consider yourself bi-curious or questioning. (correct me if i’m wrong pls)

i got the same ‘problem’ as you pookie, a lot of us do actually but it’s not talked about enough.

so imo just sit back and relax, sexuality is fluid and can change over time, and there is nothing wrong with that. enjoy your journey and don’t put too much pressure on yourself with labels, you are you! beautiful you! 🏳️‍🌈💕

sorry if i was too yappy 😭

[goth-pod]

Goth-Pod Ep 10: Finale

Welcome to Goth-Pod's last episode of season one! Juda Boone is joined today by a very special guest! (ITS DICK GRAYSON-WAYNE. WE GOT DICK GRAYSON)

Thank you for joining us for our first season. Until next time, stay safe, Gotham.

[goth-pod is a fictional, in-universe podcast based on the DC comics universe. Juda Boone is an original fictional character, not based on any real person or known comic book character.]

Special thanks to my friend for voicing Dick! @anythingeverythingallofthetime

Transcript under the cut

Juda: Hello everyone and welcome back! This is Goth-Pod, your Gotham based podcast. I am your favorite host, Juda Boone. And I am not alone today! Care to say hi?

Dick: Hello listeners! 

Juda: Today’s episode is the last before our hiatus. So of course, we are doing what any competent media does when they want to be successful: Completely change up the formula at the very last minute. 

Dick: And that's where I come in!

Juda: Yes, you are our very special guest star / co-host / interviewee for our finale. 

Dick: And I am happy to be here. I totally binge-listened to all your episodes after you reached out to me. It was too good to pass up! I don’t think I’ve ever been on a podcast before? I like it, I get to wear big headphones and talk. 

Juda: Why don’t you start out by just introducing yourself, for our non-local listeners. 

Dick: Sure thing! I am Dick Grayson-Wayne, I am an Aries, I think. And I am single. If you happen to know someone. 

Juda: [laughing] Okay, very helpful. And since we are an audio-based medium, it is my duty as a host to explain that Mr. Grayson just gave me a very tasteful wink. 

Dick: We’re friends here, Juda. You can call me Dick.

Juda: With all the respect in the world I will not be calling you that.  Juda: Mr. Grayson, we actually have something of an important topic to discuss today. As you are now a Bludhaven resident, you have some insight on their vigilante, Nightwing. I was hoping you could tell the Gotham listeners a bit about the up-and-coming hero.

Dick: To be fair, I don’t know any more than the next guy. I’ve seen him around town, of course, especially on patrol. But I’ve never had the chance to actually talk to him. Guess that means I’m staying on the right side of trouble. 

Juda: From what you have seen, what are some differences between Gotham's Bat and Bludhaven’s Nightwing?

Dick: The fashion sense, for sure! Dick: He actually seems like a person rather than a- what was it you called Batman? In Episode 1, I thought it was great! Like a- an Earthbound spirit, right? And from what I hear the guy has a good sense of humor, unlike Batman. Probably a winning smile to go along with it. 

Juda: hah! Mr. Grayson, we are not a gossip podcast, but to me it almost sounds like you have a crush. 

Dick: woah, woah, hey now Juda, let's not get ahead of ourselves. I mean, give me a chance to get rescued by the guy. We’ll see if sparks fly then. 

Juda: And if that happens, will you be back on the show? 

Dick: You will be the first person I call, I can promise you that.  Dick: Juda if we are to be friends, I’m going to have to come clean on something.

Juda: Oh no. 

Dick: It’s nothing bad! I just may have started us off on a lie, and I apologize for that. 

Juda: I repeat: Oh no. 

Dick: I said that I only listened to Goth-Pod after you reached out to me. In truth, I heard every episode at their release. [whispering] I’m the one who showed Bruce your Bruce Wayne episode. 

Juda: Mr. Grayson, you didn’t. 

Dick: AND your Bruceman Episode. 

Juda: Dick.

Dick: [laughing] Hey, that's my name!

Juda: To save myself from the mortification of that reality, I’m going to say that this is all the time we have today. Thank you so much for joining us, everyone. This time and everytime. A special thank you to my co-host, Dick Grayson-Wayne. I am Juda, this is Goth-Pod. Anything you’d like to say, Mr. Grayson?

Dick: Uuhh. Be gay, don’t do crime. And Stay Safe, Gotham!

[idesofrevolution]

Let’s talk honestly

So I just wanna share where I’m at these days with Tumblr, the community, and some concerning developments as of late. Firstly, I want to thank all 5k of you for supporting me for almost a decade on this platform. It has been a wild ride with ups and downs but this community has really given me an overall positive impact on my self image, bettered my writing skills, and helped to come to terms with who I am as a person and as a kinkster. So above all, I have so much gratitude for y’all, thank you.

Over the last couple of months, I have taken notice to some difficulties on behalf of Tumblr and their censorship efforts against queer erotic writing. I have had to fight more flags and community labels than ever before, and it has really affected my desire and motivation to publish more stories. If only certain folks with their mature censor turned off can read my posts, that fuckin sucks. But I admittedly got rather stoned last night and thought about why Tumblr is cracking down so viciously on our content. I think I’ve come to my own conclusion there.

I am and have been extremely alarmed by a number of tropes that have become relatively commonplace in recently posted tf prose. As I have mentioned countless times before, underage people have no business being in your sexual fantasy fiction whatsoever. The amount of writers I’ve seen recently posting stories focusing on 12-16 year of children being erotically transformed is disturbing to put it delicately. Especially those which maintain the children’s psychological age intact, but even without that trope it is inappropriate, unacceptable, and should not be platformed on Tumblr.

In addition, I’d like to touch on another trope: homophobic tf. Now I have no issue whatsoever with Gay to straight, as being straight is a valid expression of sexual orientation. There is nothing wrong with featuring characters from a wide array of identities. That being said, this new content of lib to con, MAGA tf, gay bashing tf… it’s disgusting. In the current world we live in, these types of archetypical characters do exist in the real world and are causing real significant harm to queer folks. These groups of people are actively, in their own words, trying to eradicate the LGBT community in America. These types of people exist all over the world as well, and queer identifying people live in legitimate, actual fear for their lives. I question why we fetishize individuals who seek a literal genocide of an entire peoples, and whether it is acceptable to do so. I point to the fetishization of Nazism as an apt comparison: a hypermasculinized group of people who sought eradication of a group of people based solely on concrete identities which could not be changed. I believe we as a community have rightly deplatformed such content, and I cannot fathom why this current iteration is in such a Renaissance.

These are just two examples of obvious reasoning as to why Tumblr might righteously suppress tf erotica on their platform. Can I blame them? No. Frankly, I understand completely. If the community refuses to monitor and moderate its on content, then Tumblr as the platform most certainly will.

I’m unsure as to what the future looks like for Ides, as this current trajectory is not something I’d like to participate in. I’m hoping like minded writers will be a bit more critical in choosing the tropes and prompts for their stories, but in all honesty, I have significant doubts. Rest assured, I will touch base with y’all before I do anything drastic. But in my opinion, the writing is on the wall.