#holy fuck this is only going to lead to disaster

[seddair]

The NBA is so unbelievably fucked lmao

[psychotrenny]

It's so stupid when revisionists go "this isn't what Marx wrote about" as an instant gotcha to criticise the policies of actually existing socialist regime. Like he wasn't a fucking prophet. Marx established an incredibly useful methodology of analysing politics and society in a scientific way, which to this day forms the basis of the world's most successful and enduring revolutionary movements, and many of his specific analyses and predictions remain true and useful. But at the end of the day he was only a scientist and a philosopher, not a messenger of the gods, and his writings are not sum total of everything socialism could ever be. He got stuff wrong, and stuff that was right for one particular set of material conditions are gonna be wrong when applied to another. Marx's writings are much more useful and meaningful as a toolkit then as a comprehensive guide; you can apply his methodology in a range of circumstances but it's stupid to dogmatically stick to his specific conclusions. And ironically, by treating this limited set of writings as absolute truths that can never be contradicted, the Liberal Idealist approach that these Revisionists take is far more contradictory to the spirit of Marx than the Dialectical Materialist thinking employed by actual successful Communists.

Same goes for Lenin or Mao or whichever communist theoretician you think established the perfect ideal of communism from which all deviations lead to disaster. It's like communism 101 to evaluate actions from their material bases and effects rather than whatever idealistic value they hold in a vacuum, yet so many ostensible "communists" will condemn socialist policies for their deviation from the holy texts rather than their actual implications for the international working class. Marxism isn't a religion and you're doing it wrong if you treat it like one. "This isn't as Lenin wrote it down" is just the red painted cousin of "None of these words are in the Bible"; meaningless phrases spouted by the most obnoxious of dogmatists

[hopefulfuturenovelauthor]

Headcanons of what's like to date Bruce, Dick, Jason, Martian, Wally, and Clark?

Hi, sorry for taking so long, but I am very grateful for your patience!

Here you go...

Headcanons of what's like to date Bruce, Dick, Jason, Martian, Wally, and Clark?

I would like to state that I’m assuming you meant Martian Manhunter and not Miss Martian, but in the case that I am wrong and you meant Miss Martian let me know and I’ll add her to this or write a super-long essay of your guy’s relationship or something!

As always please do not copy my work in any way, shape, or form. Thanks!

Warnings: none i think... not spell checked...

Bruce Wayne

Dating Bruce Wayne? Gotham’s favorite Billionaire and the Batman? Wow, good luck.

There is a lot of angsty shit in your relationship. Keep in mind it’s not like you guys have like crazy issues or anything, not to say that the Joker isn’t a crazy issue, but I mean that you don’t actually fight with each other a lot. 

You disagree quite a bit considering you watch him on monitors and he goes out and actually gets hurt, but all of that frustration and worry comes from a place of care.

However, you didn’t talk to him for days when he decided to let Dick join him in the field. You were beyond upset, especially since you knew the dangers of crime-fighting yourself, seeing as you used to be a vigilante. 

Regardless of that, it was Dick that convinced you to cut Bruce some slack. Eventually, you came to agree with the teenager, but only after you kicked Bruce where the sun doesn’t shine.

On a nicer note, definitely lots of gifts coming from his end even though he is called the dark knight.

Even when you were both playing hero and he didn’t know who you were under the mask he gave you little gadgets. You two had also met outside of hero-ing and in your real lives where he constantly graced you with the treat of coffee and/or donuts. 

He likes to get you nice treats and sweets. He knows you don’t care for expensive gifts, especially since you work for a lot of nonprofits.

As for PDA on a scale, I will give you a 7.5/10. A solid 2.5 for physical affection such as hand holding, forehead kisses, whispering in each other's ears, and being a little too close to each other but not so close that you freak out everyone else around you.

As for that leftover 5 on the scale, holy shit do you guys never shut up. The constant flirting is where most of this score comes from. Saying embarrassing and inappropriate shit anywhere and everywhere is common with you. You tease each other relentlessly and enjoy seeing the other squirm. It can be quite uncomfortable for others around you, but you tend to keep the more spicy comments quieter, which leads to all of your odd whisperings.

You sort of live with him…? You guys are most often at his place, but you did decide to keep your own just because you wanted something that you paid for and could afford unlike his gigantic fucking manor.

Bruce cares for you deeply and understands why you want to keep your independence and have at least something of your own, especially considering that you guys work together often.

You are close with all of his family, including each kid he adopts, takes in, or has under his proverbial wing. In fact, you kind of think they prefer you over him, or at the very least Jason definitely does. 

It might also be common sense now that Alfred also likes you more than Bruce because, in your guys' relationship, you have all of the brain cells and are logical. 

You both can be impulsive and rude. You both can come across as very blunt and private people. You work well together despite everything.

You were very glad in the end that you both found someone so supportive and understanding. 

You both were also glad that you had the guts to kiss him because, honestly, he was never going to make the first move without it being an epic disaster.

Dick Grayson

Yay! Okay, this guy and you wow. May I just say couple goals here. Like yes, wonderful, perfect together.

Will you go off on someone for hurting his feelings? Count on it. Whether it is physically fighting or verbally berating someone, you also support everyone’s favorite Blue Bird.

Cute nicknames? Yes, as I stated previously, Blue-Bird, you know because he had been Robin and then he became Nightwing, and Nightwing’s suit is black and blue. Also, his eyes are blue and they look so pretty you could stare at them all day. Also, often used but none as creative as Blue-Bird, sweetheart, darling, cutey, and love.

His pet names for you, are Darling, beautiful, sweetie, bundle of too much adorableness, most wonderful human being to ever exist, my reason for getting out of bed every morning, and love. It is obviously a wonderful mixture of names, and yes, sometimes you do worry about him.

I mean how could you not, you were there since he became Robin, you comforted him through every phase, from being a rebellious teen by denouncing Bruce, becoming Nightwing, forming his own group of heroes, and making the obvious mistake of wearing tights as a part of his costume (that one was particularly hard for you).

I will now rate your PDA, congrats you have received a 6/10. You guys like to give small face kisses (forehead, top of the head, cheek, nose, temple, etc.), you guys give each other small pecks on occasion, and always say ‘I love you’ when one of you has to leave. You hold each other's hands a lot. You guys are very sweet and very wholesome. The only time you aren’t is when you get reunited after a long time (2+ weeks) or a life-threatening thing happens (which is pretty often, I’m not going to lie). 

When you reunite do you share that time slowed down and you are running to each other with the wind in your hair moment before frantically grasping one another to share a passionate kiss. 

Sometimes he will tickle you and pick you up just to spin with you. This happens quite a lot and the two of you often have tickle fights.

You get along with his family, but you have no trouble standing up to them for him. You will fist fight with Jason and tell Tim to ‘shut up and go to sleep’. If Damian starts talking crap you won’t physically hit the child, but you will steal away his pets with treats, which annoys him because food > him.

You will scream at Bruce if necessary. Dick and his adoptive siblings will have to physically pick you up to get you away from the situation.

You guys never fight, except when you eat the last of each other’s ice cream. 

Jeez, you two are so cute together.

Jason Todd

You met early on but got together a few years after his death.

He used to annoy the shit out of you, but the events involving the Joker led you both in the same direction.

You both have a better understanding of each other than anyone else. You are field partners and the only real anti-heroes of Gotham.

You were quick to share an apartment once you both learned each other’s civilian names.

It is easier than you both expected to fall into a rhythm, which only made it easier to go from something platonic to something romantically domestic.

You never seemed to get in each other's way and could somehow calm the other down when the world became a little too quiet or loud. You both rarely slept in the separate beds you had brought and maneuvered into the one bedroom. In fact, neither of you really slept on a bed. 

Most nights you stayed up as late as you could and either returned home and passed out on the couch or watched tv till 3 am, cuddling, and passed out on the couch.

You guys are a little different than others. PDA is more of healthy ways to deal with trauma mixed with a little codependency (but nothing terrible, sometimes shit just gets hard for you both and you have some really off days). Hand holding, back rubs, hugs, and playing with each other's hair and hands are just ways to calm each other.

But back to PDA. Yes. 9/10. You will both totally make out in front of other people spontaneously without a care in the world. He tends to initiate it, but you certainly never have an issue with it.

After all of the shit you two have been through you don’t really care about other people’s comfort around you because you feel safe with each other and are each other's security blankets.

Pet names are definitely common. It is probably the most annoying thing he does when you work together fighting crime. You always hated how he was so arrogant and acted childish when he was Robin. Now he just calls you pet names and flirts ceaselessly with you while you fight together. He will call you sweetheart, darling, beautiful, gorgeous, love, my love, love of my life, and more when you are in the field. He calls you them outside of your night shift too, but that does not annoy you at all. 

You tend to use many of the back, if not all of them, because he means just as much to you. 

He always makes the most adorable face when you cradle his head and call him beautiful. Like this is the softest he will ever be with someone else and he just looks so small and cute and in need of a hug.

If he annoys you, expect gifts in the form of food and drinks. If you annoy him, expect to give him extra hugs and books. 

Yes, you read together, cuddling. Typically different books, but he acts as your personal heater and you love it.

Coffee shop dates, take-out-stay-in dates, and video game dates are to be expected. Also, pastries on top of buildings in the middle of the night are a great pastime.

Also, one last thing, just to mention, you are the only one allowed to use or even touch his guns.

Martian Manhunter

Telepathically communicating, yayyyyyyyy! Okay maybe too soon with that one. But really, expect to be snorting in a silent room as everyone looks at you like you're crazy except for him because he’s smiling fondly at your reaction. 

You two are very sweet together. You help the Justice League with PR stuff, so you talk with the group of heroes all the time.

You often work with the big names and more controversial people in the League, but you work with everyone when you need to.

Also, J’onn can fly so expect to be carried in his arms all the time. He won’t even think about it twice because why would he take you somewhere in a car when he can literally swoop you off your feet bridal style and fly off as you look up at him in complete adoration.

For the moment you’ve all been waiting for, PDA rating. I would say 3/10 in public and 6/10 in private. By that I mean outside world public and the justice hall, mount olympus, etc. as private. In your guy’s place he’s just a cuddle bug or a second cat because yes he bought you a cat for one of your anniversaries.

He cooks you dinner. You join him often, but like he loves to cook you dinner. You think it is really sweet, but he also loves to learn different earthly activities. That and M’gann sends him recipes she thinks you’ll like (and you always love them).

You once made him chocolate cake by the way and now he has a new favorite thing. He loves it and didn’t stop talking about it for months. 

He likes to hold your hands a lot. Sometimes when one of you is stressed the other reaches out in hopes of grounding them before they overthink. It’s very sweet and you both love the gesture.

You sort of also took M’gann under your wing when she first arrived and it melted yours and J’onn’s hearts when she first called you her aunt/uncle. At this point you're like the mom of the YJ and the go to friend for the league. It’s all very sweet but sometimes J’onn feels like the League is hogging you and ‘has to’ drag you away from everyone quite literally, which goes a little something like this:

“Oh, but J’onn, I was having a lovely conversation with Bruce.” “Oh, I’m very sorry, Y/n, but we really have to go,” as he starts to pull you out of the room. “Alright, sorry Bruce we can talk, more some other time?” Once you both make it out of the room you release a breath, “Dinner?” “Yes.” “Great because I’m hungry and Bruce was gnawing my ear off.” After that you both just laugh.

Dinner goes great by the way and you share chocolate cake at the end before going home to cuddle with your cat and watch baking and cooking shows.

Wally West

Just to get it out there, you show your guys affection through food and physical touch 

You make Wally whatever you can cook and make a lot of it for his boosted metabolism. You also order extra pizza for him.

He tries to bake you your favorite desserts but sometimes lacks the patience and other times he eats half of it.

He typically just always buys you your favorite snacks and desserts. Even then he always ‘sneaks’ a bite.

Your PDA is surprisingly low, but as he matures it definitely increases. Like Dick had told you all those years ago it took a while to get used to Wally eating.

I would rate you a 2/10 at the beginning of your relationship and an 8/10 when at your best. (basically Young Justice S1 Wally compared to S2)

You are always touching each other. I don’t mean in an inappropriate way, but considering it is Wally that isn’t unheard of, just not often done in public.

On top of that, he will carry you everywhere, superspeed, normal speed it does not matter. Hand holding always, hugging always. He just wants physical contact. And piggy backs.

But like also, his pickup lines. I repeat his pickup lines. They are so cheesy and corny and you find them endearing somehow. I mean I do too, he is a sweetheart so yeah.

He treats you so well too. Your well-being matters so much to him and if you need something, he will be there in like 3 seconds regardless of where he is.

Nicknames should be expected: whatever you do, whatever you like he finds a way to make it a nickname. He does use babe a lot, but it feels a little basic so he comes up with new one's all the time. Sometimes they stick and other times you choke on air, but the scientific method says that you will fail and retry so it doesn’t phase him.

For the record though, he is Wally so a lot of his nicknames are food based: honey, cupcake, sugar cube, sweet potato, and more.

If you nerd out with him he will never, I repeat, never let you go. 

Also if you wear his merch he will be all over you. Depending on the situation and the place it might get a little spicy, but in most cases he will wrap his arms around your middle and just hold you tightly as he falls back into a chair or couch or something. He will not let you go and will nuzzle his face into your neck for hours. For someone that is so fast and gets bored so easily, he will never want any of this to end. 

Clark Kent

Yeah, you know. You knew. You were well aware of who he was. One single pair of glasses did not fool you. I mean, you didn’t say anything until like the seventh date, but you knew.

Yay, lucky you are normal, in fact, you do not play hero in your free time, but you do have some abilities.

You blame the particle accelerator explosion that occurred in your last home for your abilities. But they were easy to hide and really helped with your job.

You are a psychologist/part-time therapist. You met Clark through an interview you did about the effects of the most recent attack in Metropolis on the citizens' mental health. You had to fight for this article to even exist, but you did so because you could feel the fear that radiated throughout it. 

You did everything you could to provide as much help and information as you could on the topic. Clark had been the photographer for the interview and you both immediately hit it off.

He asked you out to dinner when you stopped by his office to discuss doing another article. Clark said that to celebrate the occasion he could take you out if you wanted.

You said yes because free dinner was nice and he seemed like a good guy, so you thought why the heck not?

Of course, the date went well and you highly enjoyed his company. He asked you out again and said yes.

On your third date, he had to leave early for whatever reason, and then a minute later Superman flew by and started to stop a robbery a block away. Interested, you got as close as you could and were very shocked when you saw Superman’s face. 

You didn’t mention it, but he had the same aura with the slightest bit of guilt that you thought was likely toward leaving you mid-date.

Once he knew you knew he eased up a lot and told you all about his past and Krypton and his powers and his hero-ing. 

You guys have great communication, which is in part due to your empathic abilities. You can always tell when something bothers him and he is more than willing to talk through whatever troubles him. You do the same understanding that you both thrive off of honesty with each other.

Conversation always comes easy. 

Some activities you like to do together are going out for dinner, movie nights, baking, picnic dates, and annoying Bruce Wayne.

Your PDA scale would be like a 4/10 at most. You are very sweet with each other, but sometimes you both find it odd being extra coupley with others around you. Since Clark has super hearing he can tell when people are uncomfortable and since you have your empath abilities you can feel it too. Other people’s moods also affect yours in general so the more people there are the more overwhelmed you feel so you try to avoid anything more than a quick peck on the cheek. 

However, it is still very obvious you two are together because you spend a lot of time with each other and go to lunch together basically every day.

Around the Justice League, you can be a little more open with your affections but you both still prefer privacy.

Nicknames: yes. There are some of the basics: darling, dear, love, etc. Clark particularly likes calling you my dear and you enjoy calling him sweetheart. Sometimes you joke around when he enters a room and you say, “It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s my boyfriend, Clark Kent.”

[dark-and-kawaii]

Is it just me or is there something hot about premature ejection?

Like let’s say you finally got Zevlor to come into your tent at the teifling party. It started off so shy, he knows what to do but it’s just been so long since he’s touched someone. He doesn’t want to mess it up, to scare you off. But soon you’re straddling his lap, taking the lead wanting to egg him on so much till he goes feral. Then once you manage to slip him through your tight warmth, he just can’t help it. With a husky groan and a throbbing of his cock he’s filling your cunt, and you only had gone down half way…it’s pathetic…but you want him to do it again…

Rolan I imagine is even more pathetic, poor thing is all faux confidence and experience. When you two sneak off into the woods, he can hardly keep up with you. His cock so painful hard as your tongue slides against his, your hips grinding against his hard length still trapped in his trousers begging for touch, for that warmth he has only ever imagined in those late lonely nights. It’s all perfect, your body so soft, your grinding feeling so fucking good…then when you moan how wet you are, he can’t take it anymore. Poor Rolan cums in his pants, his face so flushed in embarrassment, his voice stuttering excuses. All you can do is smile and sink down to your knees, offering to clean it up…he didn’t realize you would be with your tongue. He couldn’t help himself when he came again shaking and whining as it spurted on your face…what an adorable loser….your going to fuck him hard…

I read this so many times anon… like…. So so so many times.

I- that Zevlor part, was so good. Holy crap I would let him do it again, premature ejaculation Zevlor is sooooooo hot like this made my body feel all warm and babbbbeessss my face was so flushed!!!!

Imagine how embarrassed he’d be, trying to hide his face with his hand, apologizing profusely. But he’s so cute like this, so you just move his hand out of the way and kiss the tip of his nose, your hips grinding down onto that perfect cock of his, “I don’t mind commander, you don’t need to be embarrassed~ I know it’s been a while for you~”

Ughhhhh and Rolan!!! What a beautiful disaster!! Yessss like imagine how pretty his cock looks as you pull it out of his pants, his cum decorating it with such a pretty shine. How could you not want to lick it off? Your warm lips wrapping around his messy prick, your tongue dancing around it cleaning his mess up. It’s enough to make him cum again.

Thank you anon for sending me this <3 it was beautiful xoxo

- 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒦𝒾𝓌𝒾 𝓍𝑜𝓍𝑜

[lamemaster]

A Gremlin's Dream

AN: Felt cute. Might delete later.

Genre: Modern male reader in ME (sorry ladies and other folks this couldn't be gn)

Summary: Without thinking, you grab Beleg’s hands. "Don’t do it," you hiss. "Don’t save Turin Turambar. That guy is a walking disaster. Leave him to his tragic fate, trust me. It’ll save you a lot of trouble."

"Ahhhh!" "Ahhhhhh!" another voice echoed back, just as horrified.

You blink into the darkness. One moment, you had been enjoying ice cream with Princess Diana in what you assumed was a perfectly normal, if slightly bizarre dream. Now, you’re here, yanked into an unfamiliar scene.

"It is I, Beleg!" Hands shoot out of the gloom and grab your flailing arms.

Standing before you is a tall, glimmering figure with the kind of ethereal glow only an elf could pull off. Behind him, another figure shuffles nervously, looking just as confused as you feel.

"What the fuck?" you whisper, your heart pounding. You squint at the elf, and then it clicks. "Beleg Cuthalion? The guy from The Silmarillion? The chad who dies? Holy shit!" Your eyes dart to the gleaming blade in his hand. "Is that… Anglachel? Oh my God, it’s the doom sword. The smooth, freaky sword of doom! Later to be forged into Gurthang."

Beleg nods gravely, as though your outburst makes perfect sense. "Yes, I am Beleg."

Your brain short-circuits. Maybe it’s time to cut back on caffeine before bed.

"And I am Gwindor," the other elf adds, stepping forward with an awkward smile.

You blink, trying to process this. Of all the moments from The Silmarillion to dream about, your subconscious decided on The Children of Hurin. The part with the most tragic, dramatic nonsense. Clearly, your inner mind is a sadist.

Without thinking, you grab Beleg’s hands. "Don’t do it," you hiss. "Don’t save Turin Turambar. That guy is a walking disaster. Leave him to his tragic fate, trust me. It’ll save you a lot of trouble."

Beleg frowns, his expression skeptical but patient. He doesn’t pull away as you, driven by sheer desperation, launch into a frantic explanation. You ramble about Turin’s endless brooding, the accidental wife situation, and, of course, the dragon.

Gwindor, meanwhile, looks increasingly uncomfortable. His eyes flick to Beleg, silently asking if this is normal behavior.

As Beleg leads you through the dark woods, you marvel at your dream stamina. Somehow, you’re keeping up with the elves’ impossibly fast pace. Is it adrenaline? Dream logic? Or sheer pettiness keeping you going?

Maybe this is your chance to rewrite The Silmarillion. Who needs Turin when you could have political drama and Thingol being weirdly tall? You start plotting.

If you can get Beleg to return to Thingol’s court, maybe you can even catch a glimpse of Queen Melian in action. This dream is shaping up nicely.

Eventually, Beleg settles for a camp closer to Melian's Girdle. His mind has not forgotten the limits of your mortal body.

Beleg's heart visibly twists as he gazes at you, his friend, now under some trickery of the foe.

Gwindor stares into the flames, his voice hesitant. "It isn’t unheard of. Perhaps the orcs… tampered with his mind. He will recover. At least Queen Melian should know."

Beleg nods glumly. Something is deeply wrong.

You continue to ramble about visions where Beleg is slain by your-Turin's, as you refer to yourself in third person, hand . The madness in your eyes unsettles Beleg in ways he can’t articulate.

Meanwhile, you crouch by a river, staring at your reflection. Your very handsome reflection.

"Wait," you mutter, tilting your head. "This isn’t me."

The face staring back is sharper and stronger, with piercing gray eyes and long dark hair. Freakishly tall now, you, proud short king that you are—can’t entirely hate the change. But the realization hits like a boulder.

"Oh, come on," you groan, burying your face in your hands. You’ve transmigrated into Turin Turambar’s body.

Standing frozen in the clearing, you look up, wide-eyed. Beleg and Gwindor turn to you, concern etched across their faces.

To their shock, you begin to laugh. The sound is wild and unhinged, echoing through the woods like a battle cry. Birds scatter. Squirrels flee. Even the trees seem to lean away in discomfort.

"Fuck you, Morgoth!" you roar, grinning from ear to ear. "Here I come!"

In Angband, Morgoth frowns. The sudden, inexplicable dread that fills him is a foreign sensation. Somewhere, the melody of Arda trembles, a discordant note twisting through the fabric of the world.

Hurin, chained high in his seat of torment, glances down into the woods below. His breath hitches. His son, standing alongside two elves, is giggling with a manic gleam in his eye. For the first time in years, Hurin feels a pang of something other than despair.

You catch your father’s distant gaze and give a little wave, your grin bordering on maniacal.

"The game is on," you whisper to the skies before skipping back toward Beleg and Gwindor, leaving behind a clearing filled with scattered leaves and stunned silence.

[jaehunnyy]

dynamic

Genre: soulmate!au, strangers-to-lovers, crack, maybe a bit suggestive but not really?, floofy floof

Word count: 2.1k

Pairing: rockstar!Wooyoung x fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of pain and some broken bones, mentions of a funeral but nothing explicit (related to Seonghwa's story Memento Mori), mentions of crying, swear words, Wooyoung has some other piercings that he has irl, pet names, a kiss, possible grammar mistakes

Taglist: @shakalakaboomboo, @pocketjoong-reads, @nebulousbrainsoup, @justhere4kpop, @bluehwale, @bluisheye93, @ssaboala, @i-luvsang, @ad0rechuu

Networks: @cromernet 🤍

The music echoing through the loud speakers was suddenly replaced by your muffled breaths, a frustrated sigh escaping your lips as you kept messing up the same step for the nth time that day. You groaned in annoyance when your friend blamed it on the pain of your overworked limbs; yet, you signaled him to shut up, starting the music once again and trying to concentrate as much as you could before everything you crafted came crashing down—cause this scene happened exactly two minutes before the disaster. 

Wooyoung was helping his bandmate, Hongjoong, upload some announcements on the internet as they temporarily needed a lead vocalist who could replace Seonghwa on their tour. Due to the loss of his soulmate, all he wanted was to stay back from fans and fame for a bit, and they were all willing to give him a well-deserved break and wait for him. 

"You know you can still call me whenever you need help, right, guys?" Seonghwa asked on the other side of the phone, voice low and raspy due to all the crying he'd been through. 

Hongjoong smiled and nodded, wishing nothing more than to be close to his friend and show his support in this hard period. Attending a funeral would never be easy, especially when it’s your soulmate’s, your other half’s grave you're crying on; so he just wanted to show love to his friend. 

“Yeah, Seonghwa, just relax. It will be alri—’’

“OUCH! MY FUCKING HAND!” a sharp scream was heard, followed by another one: “It hurts, I can’t feel my hand, ouch!” 

“Woo?” 

“Soulmate, I fucking adore you but, holy crap!”

Hongjoong looked worriedly at Wooyoung, hanging up the phone as Wooyoung continuously hissed in pain. Among the eight rockstars, Wooyoung was the most excited to meet his soulmate—despite the pain he had to go through. Thus, he was convinced it wasn't one-sided; Wooyoung was clumsy and made you suffer a bit as well, and after all, where would the fun be in having such a bond, if not in teasing each other about the places you've hit yourself? Wooyoung endured all this pain for the sake of your tied souls, the pain that wore his soulmate's face, so he was taking it like a champ—not today, though. 

“Does it hurt that bad? Do you need to go to the hospital? You have quite a low pain tolerance, maybe it’s too muc-’’

“Shut up and just take me to the hospital!” 

Hongjoong took a long breath and shut his eyes, allowing Wooyoung to talk to him like that only this time. It’s safe to say that it was a hell of a day for both of you; all you wanted was to prepare the perfect choreography for the opening of Guerrillas’ concert, yet everything seemed compromised now. You were on the way to the hospital and you were sure you had some broken bones, crying not only for you but for your soulmate too, knowing how hurtful that must have been. Minho was nagging at how he told you that it was too much, but as soon as he saw the tears on your cheeks, he stopped. 

“Y/n, you will be fine… I’m by your side.” Minho, better known as Lee Know, your friend and partner for over ten years sighed, rubbing your back to soothe you a bit. 

You tried to take deep breaths, being used to this kind of pain, but more likely overwhelmed due to the wrong time this happened. As soon as you reached the hospital, your friend helped you get out of the car and followed you inside, asking for a doctor who could see you soon. At the same time, Hongjoong made it to the hospital too, carrying his extra whiny friend as he didn’t seem to shut up about his condition. 

“I’ll get you both an X-ray, prepare. I will need to cut your shirt so that I can have access to your hand, okay?” the doctor professionally said, until you heard some protests from an emo guy. 

“My mesh shirt? No, doctor, sorry but you are not cutting this.”

“Wooyoung, let her do her job.” Joong sighed, rubbing his temples as the younger one was giving him a headache. 

“No, no! No one is touching my outfit, I put a lot of effort into it!” 

Already losing his patience regarding Wooyoung’s antics, Hongjoong nudged his nape slightly in order to make him shut up—yet Wooyoung didn’t seem to be the only one affected. 

“Ouch!” you said in unison. 

Your eyes widened and you looked immediately around you, in search of the voice that echoed your scream, realizing that besides your friend, the emo guy, his friend, and the doctor, the room was empty. You stared at the shiny, silver jewels that adorned the long-haired guy’s ears, your eyes unconsciously roaming on his eyebrow piercing, then slowly, on his handsome features. His hair was tied in a messy ponytail, and you were completely out of it; was he really your soulmate? You must have been daydreaming for a while, because you felt Minho’s fingers pinching you, and when you flinched in pain, the guy copied your reaction—he had to be your soulmate. You opened your eyes to see him standing next to you, an overly excited wave coming from his healthy hand. 

“Hey, I think we’re soulmates!” he exclaimed, a big smile stretching his lips as he talked again: “You have no idea how excited I was to meet you, despite the pain you caused me. I learned to love you with all of it.” 

You smiled softly, reciprocating the feeling; the soulmate bond has always been a special thing for you, so now, with your soulmate beside you, you couldn’t help but show it to the world. Soul ties have fascinated you since you were just a little girl; something about having your own half, someone you could call yours forever, made you shiver with excitement. 

“I’m happy to meet you as well, emo guy.” 

Hongjoong smiled softly at the sight of his friend, an arm on his shoulder as he played with his hair softly: “Wooyoung is quite a special human, he is more than the emo guy he wants to be perceived as; he has a lot of love to give you.” 

You nodded at his friend’s words, Woo’s hand touching yours before the doctor came back, taking you to the place where you would be examined. 

“Seems like you two have a broken arm,” the doctor said, writing something down before talking again: “you should take some rest and medication, for at least a few weeks.” 

“I won’t be able to play the guitar for that much time? Holy crap, what would you guys do without your dear bassist?” 

"So we need to replace both Seonghwa and you now, amazing." Hongjoong said sarcastically, rolling his eyes at the younger one who was sticking his tongue at him.

The familiar names seemed to make more sense now, as you opened your mouth to speak.

“Don’t tell me… are you guys members of Guerrillas?” the words left your mouth as your soulmate smirked, nodding. 

“See, Joong? She’s a woman of culture.” 

“No way, I was supposed to dance at the opening of your concert!” 

You saw the shocked look on their faces; they were surprised to have one of the best dancers at that moment, and the leader of a well-known dancing crew beside them. 

“I guess I couldn’t get luckier, then.” Wooyoung whispered, hugging your shoulders with the other hand while you leaned into his touch. 

Three months passed since you and Wooyoung first met, and this period was filled with nothing but happiness and news in your life. You have discovered that under the cold allure he loved to keep on stage, he was a lovely, sweet guy (although clingy). He was also surprised by how much you resembled each other, though, in the end, you were his other half. His heart had always craved your touch, your voice, you. And despite those around you who were judging you for going too fast, you two felt as if it was the right thing to do. For Wooyoung, his soulmate meant another reason to keep pushing through when life gets hard, it meant happiness, the sweet sensation of spiritual fulfillment. For you? Your soulmate meant dynamic. A constant development of your personas, learning and growing together. A necessary energy that tied your souls together—it was giving you life, just like the blood flowing through your veins. And there you were now, in your practice room, your body settled between his legs as he laid his chin on your shoulder, watching whatever you were scrolling on your phone when suddenly, an idea hit you. 

“Should I show you the choreography that united us?” you chuckled, turning your head to see him better. 

“I would love to. Teach me too!” 

You smiled and got up, dragging him after you, in the middle of the floor. You started teaching him some of the easier moves in your choreography and watched as he followed along, though he seemed pretty much blinded by your beauty, and maybe, just maybe, a little lightbulb started to brighten his head with some amazing ideas too. He met the sight of his guitar, going to grab it as you looked at him. 

“Woo?” 

He just smirked, grabbing the guitar and attaching it to his torso with the help of its strap, then taking his phone and playing a rhythmic rock song, filling the speakers and your ears with a sweet melody. Queen's Crazy Little Thing Called Love was now serving as background music, while Wooyoung was working on strumming his guitar, fingers skillfully plucking the strings while he moved his head along to the music. You looked at him in awe, admiring how his hair fell into beautiful, raven waves on his face, the way the rings adorning his fingers shined with every movement of his hands, the way his body was swaying to the beat. 

It didn't take you a lot to start moving to the music, eyes shining with passion and love as you found yourself freestyling something. Your arms and legs were swaying graciously, making you get carried away with this being the first time properly dancing since your hand healed. Your soulmate wore a cheeky grin on his face as he started to sing the lyrics, his fancy attitude flying around him as he mouthed the words. 

"There goes my baby

She knows how to rock and roll

She drives me crazy" 

His smile kept growing bigger and bigger with every step he was making toward you, finally approaching you and putting his guitar aside. He smiled and his hands found their way around your waist, your bodies swaying in unison (more like jumping as you were too immersed into the music), into your little soulful party. He pressed his forehead on yours, noses rubbing together, making you giggle softly. You two kept stepping and stepping until he had you pinned to the wall as his face got closer to yours, his warm breath on your neck. His soft lips captured yours, your hands finding their way into his hair as your tongues molded into a sweet, yet passionate kiss. It was lovely, exuding a sincere emotion, the pure love between you—that was until you softly hissed when you felt something cold against your lips, looking at Wooyoung with a raised eyebrow, to which he only smirked. 

“Holy shit, do you have a tongue piercing?” 

“Surprise, baby.” 

You were face-timing your boyfriend while he was on tour, and the idea of cooking together popped into Wooyoung’s head. He was still upset that you had an event coming up right when he was touring (or at least that's what you told him, cause you had other plans), so there you were, trying your best to distract him from finding out more than needed.

“Hi, princess. We’re making waffles today.” 

“Okay, chef.” you nodded, giggling at how advanced he was with his recipe, while you were only taking the ingredients out, in order to waste time.

“My love, you are soooo sloooowww.” he whined, intentionally dragging the words and looking at the camera while you moved away from the camera’s view. “Baby, a bit to the right, please? I can’t see you, can you move your phone a bit?” 

He frowned when he noticed your sudden disappearance, looking around and noticing something off; you were definitely not home. What he expected to be your usual kitchen was replaced with some modern furniture, way too similar to the one in his hotel room. 

“Babe? Your kitchen looks so damn similar to mine… Are you perhaps in the same hotel as me? Did you trick me?” 

You smiled softly, knocking at the door and waiting for him to open it; without hesitation, he hung up the call and opened the door for you, catching you in his arms as you wrapped your legs around his waist, whispering a slow “Surprise, baby.” 

[missmarveledsblog]

The girl next door ( Tommy miller x reader ) part two

summary : after failing to secure a date joel and the girls decides things into their own hands which leads to confessions from both parties.

warning: none bar like allusion to smut at the end , mutual pining , idiots in love , no outbreak au

previous part

Now He had the all clear , the go ahead it was like tommy Miller had new goal In mind .  He usually wasn't like this  ,  he was type to one girl track mindset . But now he was  , for her he would  and now he could be . Now he could do that he wanted and yet he didn't  everytime He even got close To it was like he  would say the wrong way so they went out alot  as friends  . He took her movies and to the fair when it came around , even to diner  for break and lunch  . Everytime he thought he would get it  the words Failed Him and he would end up having friend dates . It was a complete and utter disaster , he was a complete And disaster. 

Joel decided to  help  he got the girls involved  and a weekend away . He came into tommy room completely rolling his eyes as his brother snored away .  See joel way of helping   was not telling his brother it was happening  , all he told him was he and girls  we're  going on a trip planned nearly year ago And well that was it . 

“ tommy wake up were leaving and y/n coming over” was all joel had to say for tommy wake up. 

“ i'm up .. shit why this Early” he rushed tiredly out of the bed heading to get himself dressed as joel called a goodbye and he could hear the girls  goodbye , pretty sure he heard ellie telling him “dont fuck it up” but it wasnt too clear . 

He headed down stairs still tired eyes and half  a sleep but when  he spotted it  a sticky note on the stare  . 

“ date with Y/n  , don't mess up “  his eye widen looking at the chicken scratch Of his big brother , he went to turn looking down at the white Vest and sweats he had , his bedhead it was well not first date nor was it how he wanted  y/n to see him at all and yet that great luck of his he heard a dinging at the door one that made him maybe pretend he wasn’t home… if it wasn’t for the stupid door that showed him standing there and well . 

“ oh hey mini miller “  he held the staircase holding himself up as he took one look at her . she honestly looked like an angel with the glow of the  mid morning sun and the way  her dress flowed as she walked . 

“ joel  text me and i found this on my doorstep “ she held up a sticky note only hers was written with sarah’s the pretty cursive lettering . 

“ well i thought i would have more time but now your here follow me “ he smiled weakly not having an idea what was going on and hopefully this wasn’t some long revenge plan of his brothers . 

“ holy shit”  her voice exclaimed as he internally curse his brother till well he saw what it was…

“ how shit ….. Is what i was going for” he covered his tracks looking around the kitchen were her favorite  flowers  set on the table were two place set already a smaller vase of her flowers in the middle. 

“ you do this ?” she asked although it was barely audible and her mouth hadn’t shut properly since walking into the kitchen .

“ i had help a lot of help”  he admitted walking around the kitchen   just as the doorbell went off and he excused himself  rushing to see who the hell was calling at such an hour a guy standing holding bag of what he knew was her favorite food  and heading off   . bringing it back in to see her already peeking into the basket. 

“ hey no spoiling the surprise  “ he called making her back away   from the basket feigning  innocence as she stop hand behind her back pretending to look around the room .  little did he know it was a surprise to himself and seriously he would be thanking his family for well probably rest of his life although a little heads up would of been nicer.

“ got food here let me get you coffee” he winked not missing the flush on her cheek instilling some confidence in him . placing food on plate , making sure everything was plated to perfection given he was only deemed one thing he could actually contribute to the whole thing . 

The wide and yet shy smile on her face when he place it on table  made him think to past times was she always like this around him .  

“  this is wow .. what’s the occasion for all this ?” she asked  picking the food up with her fork moaning at the taste that made his own mouth water at the sound .  

“ well it’s a date ..  i would say first maybe even fifth since i’ve trying to ask you out for well god knows how long to go on a date with me and well then you would say yes friend date but what i mean is more than friends  jesus christ i sound like kid asking girl to prom and well what i’m trying to say darling is i like you more than a friend actually can’t get you out of my damned head  it’s not like a quick fuck and i’m over it like you are stuck in my head and i don’t think i will be ever able get you out  honestly this was joels way of helping me out if i knew all this was happening i wouldn’t be looking like  feral i don’t even know while you look like heaven wrapped up in a pretty dress” it was like he couldn’t stop the words falling from his mouth months of pent up feelings and they finally sprung in a  rant as her eye widened and her mouth fell open . “ you gonna say anything i mean even rejection would be nicer than the silence “ he winced . 

“ that little bitch “ now of all things to come out of her mouth after a grand confession that was not one  he even had a sense  to consider . “ no not you joel , little bitch told me you were off limits so when you asked me out and i had to respect our friendship and he never told me it was off the whole off limits thing” she explained . 

“ shit he is a little bitch “ he nodded .  “ i think he made up for it “ he gestured around . 

“ nah definitely not joel , i seen ellie getting flowers and well sarah tell the two of em what to do i thought it was just one of her themed mornings coming back “ she smiled weakly. 

“ so erm i kinda just well confessed my love for you or we gonna skip over that” . 

“ love you said like?” . 

“ i did like you but lets be real my ass fell for you the moment i saw you” he smiled  nervously watching her reaction between a mix of emotions and none of them calmed his nerves maybe he would throw up just to put that cherry on top . 

“ that little bitch … sorry but we could of be like fifth date in and totally  to…  i love you too “ she rambled til she seen the look on his face that almost pleading to put him out of his misery.  She barely had chance with how fast he moved almost caging her to the chair she sat in as his lips crashed on hers . a stunned moment passing her before her brain could catch up but when it did her hands tangled in the messy curls on his head pulling him closer as she felt her self needing it  be closer when she felt his hand under her knees lifting her up easily placing her on the  kitchen island as her legs opened letting him slot perfectly in between lips descending once again on  her a soft moan spilling  almost as he swallowed it nipping her lips .  feeling the taste of him on her tongue dancing  in a sensual dance of nothing but pure love  , needing him like he was sole source of her survival and yet her stupid lungs called for oxygen . both looking into each others  eye ,  dopey grins matched panting almost breathless  and yet it didn’t feel enough . 

“ how long are they go for?” she asked . 

“ til sunday why ? “ his tone like til it was like he was catching on to the coy smile on his lips . 

 “ i think we could make up for lost time  i mean technically it’s like a sixth date” she hopped off the leaned forward claiming his lips more teasing tone this time as she nipped his bottom lip as he watched her eyes diluting . 

“ i mean i think it could work” he groaned lifting her up easily her legs wrapping around his waist and sure who was he to deny the girl next door

[raayllum]

“Something else troubles you,” Opeli said more warmly after a beat. Ezran sighed and took a seat on his throne. Soren and Corvus were his crownguard (and occasional speech helpers) but Opeli was his political confidant. His guide as king. And yet sometimes, the path before him still felt insurmountable, no matter how steady she was and how willing he was to put in the work. The fact the world had almost ended and Aaravos was still technically a threat didn’t help matters. “Callum and Rayla want to go find a weapon that can supposedly kill Startouch elves,” he reiterated. “To end Aaravos for good. But I don’t know if that’s the right thing to do... and on our quest into Xadia, we met an Archdragon and a pirate captain, and...” We offered gifts that meant a lot to us, but they don’t mean anything to you... Sentiment’s worth even less than steel here, lad. Ezran rubbed at his face. “I just don’t get how people can not care,” he admitted. “How can do they do that? How can they just not care? How can they just... not react, or respond, or think about the bigger picture other than themselves? Katolis... we have to lead the way towards peace. We can’t afford to fall back into the cycle that’s already taken so much from us. I understand anger. I don’t understand apathy or—or selfishness. Sometimes it feels like I’m the only one who values peace and the path it takes to get there.”  “Most people can only care about so much, King Ezran. There are many who are sworn to ideals, like myself to Lady Justice, or to notions coupled with people—Soren and Corvus protect you because you are their friend, but also because you are their king. But there are others whose scope is much smaller and just as deep. At the end of the day,” she said, reaching down to place a hand on his shoulder, and offer a small smile, “most people just want to see their friends and family safe. The end of the world is something the holy books attempt to describe, but even gospel and prophecy can only do so much to turn people’s heads and inspire their hearts. 

X

“You know it’s not the same. Zubeia saw Zym and changed her mind. The Moonshadow elf—” “Oh, so he’s the elf now? His name is Runaan—” “He saw the egg and he would’ve still killed both of us!” “You think I don’t know that?” “Then how you can not care?” Ezran cried, voice cracking. His nose was runny, eyes stinging again. He bit something back. He wouldn’t cry. He wouldn’t lose this argument just because he was crying. There was a fire in his chest that couldn’t be doused. “I do care, but I also care—I care more about Rayla,” Callum countered, because of course that’s what he’d fucking say. Ezran turned away from him, rolling his eyes and not in the mood to see Callum gesture at him. “She’s our family, why isn’t that—” Ezran turned back to him, incensed, a hand on his chest. “I’m your family! Who was here, huh, while she was gone and you were falling apart? Who was here keeping Dad’s kingdom from disaster while you off playing High Mage with your stupid fucking mirror? I had to do it all on my own —why can’t you be on my side for once?” “You had Opeli and the rest of the council,” Callum said. “Don’t you get it? We’re all she has, we have to be on her side, she doesn’t have—” “AND I WANT YOU TO BE MY BROTHER!”

Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 of "teach me how to name the bigger light"

[sr-sam-bodypillow]

hoogh im thinking about stancat123. he’s so cute frrrrr… so behold! nsfw stan x reader headcanons since I’m simping on main. no gendered pronouns but reader is afab

[full disclosure this was first put into my drafts in fucking January. time is a myth i have adhd]

stan is overall kind of a disaster of a guy (affectionate). you would absolutely have to make the first move and flirt with him

he’s so warm…. like human hot water bottle. good for hugging.

he would absolutely ramble about topics that he likes for hours on end and it’s adorable

i don’t think he’s a good cook. like, at all. im pretty sure he managed to give himself food poisoning within a few weeks of living by himself. he goes into the kitchen and creates biohazards modern horror writers only wish they could create. but he makes up for it with enthusiasm and puppy-dog eyes, so you two spend a lot of time cooking together (he improves. eventually)

when you snuggle in bed he starts out as the little spoon but you end up waking up to his limbs tangled around you as he clings onto you like a weird lanky koala

he’s also NOT a morning person at all. he’s like a siren but instead of leading your ship into the rocks with his singing he leads you back into the warm and comfy bed in the morning when you have things to do with his cute snoring and 🥺 face. when he does get up it’s always after 10am (unless he has something to do) and he shuffles around awkwardly like a zombie for an hour until his brain properly wakes up. he has fallen asleep in his breakfast and on your shoulder whilst standing several times and you’ve got a lot of photos

it’s so easy to make him flustered, you hold his hand in public in the beginning of your relationship and he can’t make eye contact with anyone for the next two hours

you accidentally give him a hickey once and he walks into the office, screams at a such a high pitch that has some people think that a bird has gotten stuck in the room, turns around runs out and promptly falls down the stairs.

the only thing he bruises is his ego. you were the one bruising his neck ;)

he’s very submissive in bed. he likes the feeling of someone else taking control of him, telling him exactly what to do and how to do it. he doesn’t have to think for a while, and for a few hours all he will ever be is a pretty little pet, a living dildo for you to use and pleasure yourself with as you see fit, exisiting solely to make you feel good and he fucking loves it.

he’s definitely got a big dick, and his dick’s pretty thick too. this does not change how much of a bottom he is and if anything it makes it more adorable

pet play. god, he’d be so big on pet play. again, he loves being ordered around, so he happily puts on a collar and lets you put a leash on him, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he pants slightly. his mind goes fuzzy and he finds it hard to think, but he doesn’t mind since you’re doing all the thinking for him. he finds it a bit harder to control himself, so sometimes he ends up humping your thighs sloppily to get off and even though both of you know that you’re going to need to punish him later for being a bad boy and touching himself when he wasn’t allowed to, you don’t stop him because the little moans and whimpers he makes as he tries to fuck your thighs, spreading his pre everywhere as he bucks his hips against you shakily sound so damn good

he’s really fucking kinky even though it embarrasses him a bit. like you name it he’s either willing to try it or he’s already jerked off to it. hands? check. choking? absolutely! face sitting? god yes, he wants you to smother him so badly. pegging? spanking? wax play? he’s already been trying to figure out how to ask you about that. knife play? he wasn’t too sure about this but he had a dream recently where you held him at knifepoint and he woke up to realise that he’d come in his pants, so yes.

also PEGGING. holy shit he’d probably love to be pegged, love the feeling of your skin pressing up against him as you slam into him over and over again ruthlessly until he cums all over himself. spanking, too. he wants you to slap his ass till it bruises, and there’s a chance you could probably get him to finish just by slapping his ass

yknow how i mentioned that he loves to ramble about topics he likes? imagine starting to grind up against him as he talks, slipping your hands underneath his shirt and seeing just how long he can keep his composure, words starting to slur together as he gasps and groans, desperately trying to stop himself from moaning like the needy little whore you both know he is. he doesn’t last long, and soon he’s on his knees with his head in between your thighs, using his mouth for something that’s equally as productive and enjoyable for the both of you.

he probably sends you a lot of nudes. like every single image/video he sends you during the day is a Risky Click because it’s either something absolutely adorable and goofy like him showing you how many books he can stack on his head or it’s his fully erect, thick throbbing cock with precum leaking from the tip as he softly moans your name like it’s the only thing in life that matters, tears of overstimulation rolling down his cheeks, pretty brown eyes clouded with lust, one hand groping his chest and playing with his cute pink nipples, the other slowly pumping two of his fingers in and out of his perfect ass whilst he’s rambling about how he wishes you were home with him because he wants you to fuck him so badly and he just can’t wait any longer and he’s so sorry but surely you can understand that he’s too horny to not fuck himself like this

Voyeurism kink…. it’d absolutely embarrass him to admit it but he definitely gets off to the thought of people watching him, you included. he’s put on a show for you quite a few times, taking off all his clothes and slowly edging himself with a dildo or vibrator until he can’t take it anymore, the overstimulation breaking him. he just wants you to watch him be your perfect little slut <3

once you get past the initial hurdle of literally everything embarrassing him and you realise just how much of a needy pervert he actually is you both start to do a lot more somewhat public stuff. he starts wearing a collar around everywhere, hiding it beneath his clothes, starts asking you to give him more hickeys in visible spots because he loves it when people can see just who he belongs to

if he ever tops you it’s more of a service top thing with a lot of body worship. he may be on top but he’s still submissive, doing exactly what you ask of him and doing all he can to make sure that you feel good

all in all, adorable subby pervert. thank you for coming to my Ted talk

[taraljc]

So while the continuity in the films is an absolute disaster, there's a fair bit that can be handwaved. but Jean Gray being born 10 years earlier is not really one of those things. However I do wonder if Charles saw more of the future than he ever disclosed when he read Logan's mind in 1973. maybe that's why he goes off the absolute fucking rails by the time we get to Dark Phoenix. like he is so desperate to change what he saw in Logan's mind and yet instead he ends up doubling down and fucking up even harder which is kind of endearing in a way. but I'm not entirely short counts as character development. And it's still annoying that Charles and Hank are more fully realised characters than any of the female leads including Raven.

Also I find it vaguely fascinating that Hank apparently created his serum, and was using it for a solid decade before the timelines branched, and yet Kelsey Grammer's Hank in Last Stand acts as if he hasn't seen his own skin before when he's exposed to Jimmy's powers.

Hilariously, I care less about the cure from Last Stand turning out to be only temporary (and what makes it worse is that Bobby and Kitty apparently still get together even though Marie took the cure) then I do Charles' complete disintegration from reality being only temporary.

Considering that we actually see Jean reverse the Phoenix effect that she used to basically disassemble people to their composite molecules when she starts to dissolve Scott and then puts him back together, it makes sense to me that Charles would eventually be able to get enough power to bring back his original body after using Moira's coma patient as a timeshare.

I am glad that they finally in Days of Future Past show Raven fighting because that is one of the things that it defined Rebecca Romjin's Raven. Although the decision to put Erik in jail just so they could have a giant set piece of breaking Erik out of jail is weird because it means that Raven was actually only with Erik for like a year and a half maybe before they parted ways. and I am always going to wonder in the original timeline how they got back together.

(Also it makes me wonder how Wolverine first met Peter Maximoff, and how long the gap between The Wolverine and Days of Future Past is actually supposed to be.)

Although I will say one thing I have never understood about the choices that these films make is they already fucked up the Dark Phoenix storyline once why in the name of all that is holy did they try to do it again? Also it really doesn't work if they push the storyline back to 1992 compared to 2003 because then you have removed Logan completely from the picture and The only thing that worked in that whole stupid Logan/Jean/Scott triangle was giving Logan as a character something to be grounded in even if it was as flimsy and tenuous as it was.

I've also really been weirded by the fact that he apparently regained his memories at one point and it's just never referenced again. Like, he remembers sleeping with a mobster's daughter many times in 1973. and he knows in other universes that he's like 200 years old so he must have recovered his memories created by the traumatic brain injury Stryker gave him.

I need to watch Logan again because I think some of this must be answered in there and I just don't remember or they just didn't care. I think the second option is probably a heck of a lot more likely.

[crossingbaranduin]

Guessing Games

(Teen | The Almighty Johnsons | Anders & Mike | 1.4k words)

Summary: Axl found out that saying “guess what” will lead to Mike knowing the “what” in question, since it was a game. Naturally, Anders figured out how to exploit that. (Or, five times Anders made Mike “guess what”, and one time he couldn’t but asked anyway.)

Notes: A quick, fun work spawned by a Discord message from @blairsanne: “I need someone to write a 5&1 where Anders annoys the shit out of Mike and then uses that Guess What game for a good purpose”. I’ll never turn down writing about my two favorites, so… here it is! Enjoy! : )

Read on AO3 here!

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As with many things in their family, it all started with someone being just a bit too curious. This time, it was Anders — about Mike's powers in particular.

“There’s no way you can know what I’m thinking if I say ‘guess what’. That’s bullshit!”

“One, no it’s not. Two, how did you even find out about that?”

“Axl told me. You’re god of games, not god of being psychic!”

“It’s a game where to win, I have to know what you’re thinking. It’s not that hard, Anders.”

“Fine,” Anders rolled his eyes. “Guess what?"

A thought that was definitively not his own filled his mind. Ty and I were the ones who broke the window crank on your old truck. Ty tried to crank the window closed on me.

Mike stopped, all thoughts of proving his point abandoned at Anders’ admission. "That was you?!"

"Holy shit, it does work," Anders said, astonished.

"Yes, it does, but my window crank doesn't!"

"It didn’t; that truck is long gone now, anyways." Anders grin only grew as he continued. "Oh, I'm so going to abuse this."

And with that, Mike realized just how critical of a mistake he had made in mentioning this ability to Anders.

"...Goddamnit."

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It wouldn't be Anders if he didn't immediately test the limits of something.

Unfortunately, knowing that did nothing to stop it, as Mike found out not long after Anders' original discovery. The bar was empty, and oddly quiet for once, as the two of them waited for the rest of the gods to arrive.

Or, it was, until Anders spoke up out of the blue. “Guess what?”

What if—

…

…Mike refused to repeat the rest of what Anders was thinking, even within the confines of his own head. Frankly, he wasn’t sure what of that was Anders’ own fucked-up ingenuity and what was Bragi’s gift with words used for horrible purposes.

It was a vivid mental image, that was for sure, and one he'd like to never have again.

He didn't dare turn around, his jaw clenched as he nearly glared a hole into the shelves in front of him. “Anders?”

Mike didn't have to look at Anders to hear the shit-eating grin he was wearing. “Yes?”

“You have three seconds to start running.”

If the other gods walked in a few minutes later to a couple barstools knocked over and the two of them tussling on the floor… no one really needed an explanation.

(Or wanted one. No one wanted to get in the middle of that — or find out what they had done to start it.)

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Of course, even that didn't stop Anders' plan, as he tried once more — this time from Mike's couch upstairs, rather than at the bar.

“Guess what?”

Mike responded without missing a beat. “No, I’m not playing this game, Anders.”

And he really wasn’t intending to. Nothing said he had to agree to play, and guessing games took two participants to work.

The unfortunate thing was, as much as his mortal half didn't want to give Anders the satisfaction... resisting the will of his godly half was another story. From the insistent nudging at the back of his mind, he figured he could get a headache from Ullr, or a headache from Anders.

The choice was easier than it should have been, really.

Bracing himself for the impending disaster, he huffed. “Goddamnit.”

I was wondering how long this thing would last since you just have to guess what I’m thinking but that doesn’t have a limit on how long that guess is going to be—

It turned out that if Anders didn’t need to breathe, he really could talk forever. Mike would be impressed, if he had any room to think over the constant stream of sound now in his mind.

—so if it’s all one thing to guess I just have to not take a break and keep talking blah blah blah—

"Will you shut up?!"

—absolutely not I'm nowhere near done Mikkel did you really think I'd stop talking this quickly you've known me too long for that—

"Oh my god, stop—"

—that won't stop me I can keep thinking even if you try and interrupt me haha I can go on forever—

With a groan, Mike blindly reached for the whiskey bottle across the table. He thought he'd been done with Anders tiring himself out by talking decades ago.

("God, my head fucking hurts," Anders muttered a good bit of time later, rubbing his temples.

Mike, who was doing the same with one hand and a glass in the other, leveled Anders with a blank stare. "I feel absolutely no sympathy for you.")

----------

Mike had — rather mistakenly — assumed it would be a quiet night in for him. That is, until a seemingly innocuous text flashed across his phone screen.

> Guess what?

"Great." He'd never had someone try it over text, but if that curious tingle in the back of his brain said anything, Anders had figured out yet another way to exploit it. He opened the messaging app, ready to chastise Anders for abusing his power yet again, when—

Ty and I are headed your way; situation happened with Loki. We'll explain when we get there.

Mike's heart dropped. Loki never meant good news, and if Anders was willing to admit that himself—

> Guess what?

We're fine. Loki just crossed some lines he shouldn't have. It's taken care of.

A breath he didn’t realize he was holding suddenly escaped him. They were alright — somehow, if Loki was involved yet again. He could bitch them out about it once they got to the bar. They weren't burnt to a crisp, or spontaneously combusted, or smited, so he could still chew them out.

(It was a horrible, relieving thought.)

Sitting down less steadily than he'd ever admit, he closed his eyes, breathing out as he let Ullr wash over him.

He could feel them approaching the bar — they were nearby. And still alive. He could handle the rest when they got here.

> Guess what?

Oh yeah, and Ty is Hodr again. Surprise.

...Probably.

----------

The world was ending, or damn near close to it, and by morning, none of them would be gods anymore.

It was a weird feeling. Mike had been a god for as nearly as long as he hadn’t been one, now.

Michele had stepped away for a moment, leaving Mike and Anders in an uncommon shared quiet, sitting back and observing the bustle of the casino around them.

"Guess what?"

Mike turned his head at Anders' sudden question, barely murmured above the background din of the room. He prepared himself for some quip, but instead—

It was the first time Mike had gotten more of a feeling that a coherent thought, and it was nearly overwhelming. A combination of thankful-relieved-peaceful-happy washed over him, and for a moment, he was at a loss for words.

(For a split second, it was as if a much younger Anders was superimposed over the one sitting in front of him, smiling and carefree before everything had gone to hell.)

He couldn’t send the feeling back, not in the same way, but he hoped his own smile and the light knocking of their shoulders together got the point across.

(He thought it did, from the way Anders leaned ever so slightly into him, even as Michele returned.

And of everything he was going to miss come the next morning, that would certainly be one of them.)

----------

"Guess what?"

Mike didn't have to answer Anders. He really didn't, this time; there was no pull from the now-gone Ullr, and even if he did, it wasn't as if it'd work the same way.

Maybe it was the lack of sleep from the night before, or maybe it was simply not giving a fuck in comparison to all the shit they'd been through recently. (Or maybe he knew he'd miss it if he didn't.)

Regardless, Mike turned around, an eyebrow raised as he finally answered Anders' question. “What, Anders?”

(“Nothing!”

“What?”

“Nothing! That was it.”

“You can’t just ask me what and then say nothing!”

“I sure can if it bothers you that much—“

Anders’ bright laughter was audible even over his own groaning into his hands, and if he cracked a smile of his own— well, no one would ever know. They couldn’t guess it, after all.)

[autumnbrambleagain]

fondly reminiscing about dark souls pvp, let's rank them

Dark Souls 1

Invasions: Hard to access, if you want to do a low level pvp twink invasion you have to earn it by beating half the game at a low level. Still a chance to run into people 100 levels higher than you who are invader-catching. A chaotic mess, positively. Sometimes you chase a newbie as they run in fear. Sometimes Havel ambushes you. Sometimes infamous hacker Tallgeese sees you but he likes your funny bloated sorcerer cosplay where you cast the laugh spell a lot, so they banish you from their world and send you a message saying "That was amusing. You get to live." You have no idea what you're going to get. A true disaster mess. I miss it every day. You were indicted. 10/10.

Darkroot Garden: A fun sidezone where people invade you all the time, or you can invade people who dare to trespass. Lots of fun shenanigans. Work for a hot cat monster protecting Artorias' grave, the flavor adds a lot to the meal. 8/10.

An Arena or Something?: I think they eventually added a 1v1 pvp zone but everyone just did fight clubs in Oolacille or Undeadberg and that was fun too. No thrill of the hunt, though. Nothing staked, nothing gained, nothing lost. Masturbation. 6/10.

Dark Souls 2

Invasions and Counterinvasions: Holy shit. You mean blue cops now show up to HELP people being invaded? Fantastic. But there's no unlimited red eye, and soul memory means you eventually outlevel your desired zone no matter what (without the ring). You have to do the tryhard arena to get reliable red eye cracks without cheating in an infinite amount. Takes a lot of the luster out of it. BUT, but the level designs lead to a lot of super fun shenanigans, and the chance of fighting, or being, a bluecop, made it more fair for newbies too. Bonfire ascetics means you can reignite a zone and be invaded in it even after you beat the boss once, letting you draw in invaders to fun zones and have silly battle times. Incredible build possibility compared to the last game, with only a moderate chance of running into identical meta builds, lots of creativity if you stick to it. Ultimately loses a point off perfect because of the soft caps on invading, makes it up for all the other improvements. 9/10.

Bell Towers 1 AND 2: Basically Darkroot Garden, you and another rando invade in waves against someone and their friends. Hang out and see how long you can last before you have to run for the exit, or invade people over and over and see how you can ruin their day. 10/10.

Rats: Be the final boss of a dungeon you get to build up over time. Holy shit. The rat king is so fucking hot and he has an entire storyline where he goes from hatred for humans to dreaming of a day where you live and die together as one because of you showing him humans can be loyal and worthwhile too. Holy shit. My king. Work with your rat allies, set up traps, pick your position, bombard them from afar with magic or a bow or ambush them or just stand at the door like the final fucking boss encounter. Get sucked into someone's rat world and try to touchdown travid football them or dig in and fight them back. Fucking fantastic. Holy shit. The best it ever was. 999/10.

Blood Arena: And if that isn't enough, you can just queue up for some 1v1 tryhard face-smashing. Fine enough. Basically grindr for pvp. More build variety than DS1 makes it not so asinine and straight pvp without stakes or environment shenanigans has something to say for it this time at least? 6/10.

Dark Souls 3

Invasions and Counterinvasions: Well, they existed I'm sure. Undid a lot of DS2's limitations on it, but also didn't introduce anything special. ?/10? Kind of depends on where you invaded, when, who. Could be fun, could be boring, could be frustrating. If you liked invading in the previous dark souls you'll have fun enough in this one/10.

Another Forest I Guess: None of the flavor of the first one, and pretty much only visited by low level peeps. Covenant leader is a dead wolf that won't even talk to you. It was... fine. Mindlessly rehashing Darkroot Garden, down to you defending a bunch of Artorias cosplayers. Eh. 7/10.

Anor Londo Is Here For Some Reason: I don't know why you're working for Aldrich because they insisted none of the covenants have dialogue or personality this time around. It's just this but on Anor Londo. But, the monsters are on your side and there's a bunch, and the level is super fun to fight in, so it gets a bit of a pass. 8/10.

Mound Makers: Holy shit. This should have been more fun than it was, and it was already pretty damn fun. The ability to turn on other invaders and work with the players was really neat, be a cooperator and help them against monsters and then turn on them, hilarious, but it didn't get as much play as it could have but that's just on people not being funny enough with it. I wish the covenant had any explanation as to what a mound is or why you're building it, but at least it had a covenant member who explained anything to you. The game's redemption more or less. 9/10.

Arena: A lot of the PVP got shunted into the arena, but it was a decent arena system. Lots of build variety this time around, too. Didn't mind it one bit, but it felt a bit like masturbation when you could be having more organic pvp encounters. 6/10.

Elden Ring

Invasions and Counterinvasions: Only possible on people who already have a cooperator summoned. Usually multiple cooperators. Giant areas and chance to invade anywhere means you can never prepare or control the environment. Constant gank squads, moonveils, rivers of bloods. Rare that you find someone who wants to be invaded or enjoys it, usually people ganking or doing boss runs or coop and they resent having to deal with invaders. Stacked so heavily against the invader it's like they got tired of people complaining about how much it sucks to be invaded they decided to just make it miserable for invaders instead to discourage it from happening. 4/10 at best.

Arena: Again, feels more like masturbation instead of organic, natural pvp. Lots of neat build variety, though! Don't really get anything out of doing it, though. Uh. Wait. Wait is this all there is what do you mean it has less PvP zones and options than the original dark souls holy shit

Concluding Thoughts

Dark Souls 2 was the best dark souls and Elden Ring is the worst, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk

[docholligay]

Ep 4: Shauna

Hello! This is about up to Episode 4 of Yellowjackets, and ONLY  episode 4 of Yellowjackets. I have not seen beyond the fourth episode,  at all, and  know NOTHING about this show. Please do not spoil it for me.  Things  that are spoilery in nature, for me, include: saying things like  “Just  wait!!” confirming or denying anything I put forward, outside   information about the cast interviews or creator statements, leading   questions like “Do you think “blank moment” means anything?” etc.  Remember  that Y’ALL HAVE SEEN THE SHOW AND I HAVE NOT. This informs the  way you  talk about things relating to the show. Just be really careful  is all  I’m asking. Also: If there is LITERALLY any stance I  could  take on this show or character that would make you upset, please  just  fucking block the tag

If you WOULD like to discuss the show and my takes on it, the Discord is right here! I don’t go there, so it’s a great place to get every emotion out.

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This is actually going to be a quick one because this is mostly the fun C plot to the very very heavy A plot and the fairly heavy B plot. Butr, let’s check in with one of our favorite unhinged disasters! (They are all my favorite unhinged disaster) 

Once again, we’re being rammed into the fact that Shauna is in a state of arrested development, and feeling like she never got any of the normal things about being a teenager. She’s running around with Adam having what seems to me to actually be a really fun night--my wife never went on dates in high school and I’m considering doing something like this for our anniversary--but there’s this sense that she genuinely is trying to recapture something that simply can’t be brought back. 

I love that moment in the parking lot where the guy scoffs at her and goes, ‘Lady, they’re not gonna card you.” Because that’s it, right? We can’t bring it back. Time’s arrow neither stands still nor reverses. Nothing she does, none of her fucking around with Adam, none of her drinking an everclear-juice cocktail, even jumping off a bridge, will bring her back to all that lost opportunity, all that lost innocence. None of it will bring Jackie back. 

Except it DOES, right? 

We know that Jackie metaphorically haunts ever fucking aspect of Shauna’s life, and I feel like in so many ways, Shauna is living her life as a form of atonement for Jackie’s death. Which, holy fuck do I love that, I think it’s incredible. But anyway, this is the first time I can recall that we SEE Jackie haunting Shauna. And what does she say? 

“Someone’s gonna get hurt.” 

Is she talking about jumping off the bridge? No, I don’t think o. I think she’s talking about everything that’s going on with Jeff, everything that’s going on with her daughter, everything that’s happening between her and Adam, and how there’s no way it can’t crash as hard as the plane itself.

[thequietmanno1]

Thelreads, MHA 282, Replies Part 2

1) “DAMMIT GUYS, SHOCKWAVE IS REALLY AN OP SKILL, WE NEED TO NERF IT NEXT PATCH”- Tomura wanted to be nothing less than an unstoppable force of destruction. OP skills are his standard attacks now.

2) “HOLY FCUK IS THAT TODOROKI HERE TO SAVE THE FUCKING DAY”- I mean…. yes, but how saved we actually are is debatable.

(MHA ch 277) 3) ““For now” you should add midoriya, because although he’s far away, the fact that you’re facing certain death will certainly lead him here

Shoto right now is going“My midoriya senses are tingling, I bet that fucker is getting himself killed by a villain right now, and he didn’t even invited me!””- Izuku didn’t even have his phone on him for Shoto to track this time, he just followed the Tingling in the back of his skull to where the most danger was. 4) “THERE’S MY BOY, RIGHT ON TIME BEFORE AIZAWA GOT CASTED FOR A NICHOLAS CAGE MOVIE

IT WAS CLOSE

WAY TO FUCKING CLOSE

I WAS ABOUT TO THINK THE TITLE OF THE CHAPTER SHOULD BE THE FACEFALL OF DESTRUCTION”- Too close even. Shoto may have arrived just in time to stop Aizawa’s Face/Off moment, but even that couldn’t fully thwart Tomura’s success. Our odds have not improved, even with Izuku using Black Whip as an impromptu shock absorber to try and blunt the blowback of 100% smash attacks on him, that doesn’t mean much when he can fully heal from those same blows – and they weren’t enough to actually stop him before even!

5) “THERE WE GO MIDORIYA, GIVE HIM ONE OF THE GOOD ‘OL RELIABLE”- We’re gonna need a bigger gun in the armoury than that to take on Tomura now…

6) “FUCK FUCK FUCK IS AIZAWA OUT OF THE FIGHT

OH GOD OH NO

THIS IS GONNA BE REALLY BAD”- Out of the fight and possibly de-quirked in the same vein as Overhaul. Even if we survive this, we’re gonna need a new tactic going forward.

7) “THE END IS INEVITABLE THE END COMES FOR ALL

YOU CANNOT ESCAPE THE END

THE END IS HERE”- Tomura started this fight being dead. It’s hard for the heroes to top that in terms of the damage they can put on him, especially now he’s tougher than even a High-End. 8) “AND WE CUT AWAY FROM THE FIGHT APPARENTLY

Alright, fear not guys, he’s just helping his bf, no biggie, he always does that”-  “And now, back to the other impending disaster heading our way!” 9) “Oh ABSOLUTELY NOT Uraraka, you have no idea what is going on there, and trust me, it’s far safer that y'all stay the hell away from it”- While that’s true, it doesn’t mean much when the walking disaster – Both of them – is heading to their location anyway. Nowhere’s safe, and no hero alone can stop this chaos. 10) “Oh hey, isn’t that the Fires Georg anchor? Is he gonna tell something about our favorite road-smashing hero?”- Well, Machia’s certainly smashing roads…and Mountains, Cities, Heroes, innocent civilians…. 11) “Oh yeah, Machia. I suppose this is during the whole shebang that was happening a few chapters ago. Don’t worry, the kids are gonna take him down. Hopefully.”- ….Cough. The ship has sailed, the payload launched, the tsunami inbound, Pandora's Box unleashed. Only All Might or All For One at their prime could likely severely impact a serious Machia. Horikoshi didn’t show us the ‘fight’ because it was an utter foregone conclusion. 12)“Yeah uraraka, but a lot of them are already at the site confronting him. They just need to hold him back until the poison takes effect.”- ….Nope. They tried, they failed, and now, there’s no heroes in the cities who can be on site to save these people. There’s gonna be a lot of death occurring, and nobody can protect anybody from it.

(MHA ch 267) 13) “Now for the truly concerning elephant in the room. Gigantomachia is gonna fuck things up for everyone, won`t he?”- Yes indeed. Despite everything they’ve put into preparation, Machia’s sheer might and single-mindedness, alongside the fact that the only person with the potential to maybe one day stop him – Izuku – is at the other end of his goal, means there’s really nothing that can be done to avert his rampage. The only thing the heroes can do is try and save what lives they can from the devastation, because stopping Machia is like standing in front of a moving train and just as messy. (MHA ch 267) 14) “Uhhhhh… I don`t like where this is going… They wouldn`t remind us that he`s here and can rampage at any moment if he wasn`t, you know, about to get started.

Now I`m scared for those kids upstairs.”- It’s not just them in the firing line, but all those people in-between the villa and the hospital who are endangered by Machia. You don’t fight an act of god, you pray it doesn’t hurt you as it passes by. (MHA ch 276) 15) “oh a small battle map, I see…. Now tell me, which direction is Gigantomachia coming from? Something tells me it`s exactly the direction the evacuation is going, right?”-Them…and all the other cities that weren’t evacuated too. (MHA ch 288) 16)“Yeah see, even Midnight told you that

this is now an emergency operation, if Machia gets there, everything everywhere is boned forever, and since your trees apparently can’t stop him, it rests on Midnight’s shoulders to save the day.”- There’s also the logistical issue that there are other cities between the lodge and Jaku…and Machia isn’t the kind of guy who’ll take a detour to go around stuff when he can go through it. (MHA ch 279)

17) “You guys shouldn’t have built your houses out of straw”- He Huffed, he Puffed, and now, Machia’s gonna blow all the houses down….

(MHA ch 263) 18) “Alright, Captain Furry gave the all clear, the battle is about to take place. Meanwhile, Jiro hears the sounds of death and the drums of war echoing through the earth itself.

The end is upon us, most of those kids won`t see the setting of the sun on the horizon.”- At least some of these kids we’ve seen likely didn’t. Hard to tell how many have passed on until somebody can take a proper count in the aftermath, and the situation doesn’t seem to be settling down anytime soon… (MHA ch 273) 19) “Yeah it was.

Thank god, now at least I know Fatgum won`t be anywhere near that place when shit gets fucked

At least one person might survive this.”- I wouldn’t put good odds on that anymore…. 20) “WAITWAIT NO W

BUT THEY

OH GOD

OH GOD NO

THEY ALREADY FAILED

NONONONONONONO”- I don’t know if this was intentional, but the contrast between the peaceful ordinariness of the city streets on the left vs the chaotic disaster approaching from the right gave me the impression of that split second when an atom bomb detonates, that photoshop moment where the world freezes before the destruction comes in like a wave and tears it all apart 21) “OH GOD NO

SO THE KIDS AND THE HEROES FAILED TO STOP HIM UNTIL HE FELL ASLEEP. HE’S STILL ON THE MOVE

OH GOD

THE KIDS. THEY ARE ALRIGHT, RIGHT? WHAT ABOUT MY MONKEY BOY”- The kids are not alright. No kids will be, by the end of this day. @thelreads

[iwannaban0nym0us]

hhhhhh I'm such a fucking mess, why can't I just have a boring dance

I am a fucking disaster and I hate it and I feel like there isn't anything I can do about it

so uh background stuff: robotics comp next week = stress, still hopelessly in love w/ my ex (M), part of me really thinks M is dating someone else (A) who there's history w/, my friend (Z) likes someone (J) who is friends w/ all of us and knows everything about my situation

alright, so homecoming was tonight and holy shit so much happened but also nothing happened

to start uh yesterday Z decided that they were gonna get drunk before the dance and maybe confess to J and so while we're getting ready and stuff Z was starting to get buzzed

then we (a group of us including Z but no one else named) went to go grab during and during dinner me and Z came up with quite a plan (literally only the first step of the plan ended up happening) so basically what our plan was is that I would find out if J liked anyone and tell Z and then during a slow dance I would ask M to dance and while we were dancing Z and J would be enjoying the romcom and that would lead to Z confessing and them dancing too, we were so ready to commit to both of us being stupid (but it's fine if you're stupid if you're aware of it)

anyway, the dance actually happened and oh yeah to start I was taking photos because I had a camera and it was fun (and it totally wasn't half an excuse to take photos of M)

it started out ok just kinda bouncing between friends a paying a bit of attention to M, oh and Z being tipsy was fun (also 2 of my other friends were high and one could handle themself and the other couldn't lmao)

then at one point I noticed the way M and A were dancing together (very physically intimate) and I was like fuck no and so I went inside and I ended up finding J and talking to him for a bit and he tried to reassure me that there's nothing happening between M and A and I'm just making it up and then I got the chance to ask if he liked anyone and he confirmed that he doesn't like anyone rn (and he's so fucking lucky)

then more dancing and stuff happened, and then when the first slow song came on both me and A were standing right next to M and my first reaction was "hell yeah time to do my plan" and then A held out their hand for M and after turning away for a second M took their hand and so I turned and walked away and as soon as I wasn't right there I fucking sprinted inside, I'm such a fucking coward

so once I was inside J found me and checked in on me and I was like "are you really sure there's nothing going on" and he tried to talk me out of it and reassure me that they're just friends and so that led to the 2 of us going back outside to dance together, and uh y'know what that gets it's own paragraph

so once we were outside I noticed that M had just disappeared but A was still out there, but anyway me and J danced (stiff armed and platonic lol) and joked about middle school (he liked me then, we danced once, and then one of my "friends" tried to push us to dance again even tho I didn't like him and looking back it's funny but in the moment it sucked) but apparently Z got just a glimpse of J dancing w/ someone and had no idea who

after that I tried to look for M and couldn't find them, and at that point I was concerned about them, I ended up seeing them (without their friends) after a bit and I tried to check in on them and they just told me they were ok and I could tell they were lying

after that I saw them w/ 3 of their friends during another slow song and if A wasn't one of those friends I probably would have tried to ask them to dance but I could tell that there's smth (maybe not dating) going on between them and A

that group then turned into M A and one other person just kinda standing off to the side (still during a slow song) and so I joined them for a bit hoping for maybe an opportunity to ask M to dance but it didn't happen

then i went inside and found Z and was like i need to talk to you and I told them how I couldn't dance w/ M and they were like "well you can join me in being sad, I saw J dancing w/ someone" and so uh I had to explain the whole thing and how it was me and very platonic

the rest of the night i was just kinda mess some dancing some hanging out w/ J or M (and their friend group) or my friends or Z also playing w/ a soccer ball and at one point I colapsed on the grass and ended up talking to one of the freshmen for a bit about several different things (including exes)

after talking to that freshman I also talked to J and another freshman and ended up telling that other freshman probably too much about what is happening between me and M (including who M is)

so and then some song turned on and I saw M dancing and I was like "time to go make a stupid decision!" and ran to join them on the dance floor and J and the freshman followed me and me and the freshman were so not subtle about why I decided to go dance but M is just so fucking oblivious (i literally could do whatever and they have no fucking clue how in love with them i still am)

eventually M and their friends went back to their game and me J and the freshman followed and the freshman kinda made it so that i sat next to M and again we were so not subtle and M had no clue, also like the amount of time I spent staring at them and they had no clue

i feel like that's basically it other than just like me and Z were suffering the whole night because there were so many couples that we could see having fun and we were both just dying, anyway uh yeah i'm a fucking mess and I really need to try and talk to M next week but idk if that can happen because robotics stuff needs to get done!

[bookofkatherine]

Distracted by an Angel #2: Tom Hiddleston Sidelines Thor

Saturday August 24, 2024 2:48 p.m.

Dear Journal,

What the fuck. I knew I shouldn't have opened my phone. I knew it! I had just finished putting the bed together, just set up all the pillows and had just turned the red lamp on too... I was all set and ready to go to help Chris Hemsworth with his spells in the Dreamworld.

And those spells are pretty damned important.

Removing Curses and Spell Traps

Right now Chris is away helping to remove all of the spells, curses and traps placed on John and his son Zach over the years. John is not a celebrity- not in Hollywood anyway. He is most certainlya celebrityin the heavenly realms.

For John is the last and final prophet to join us. His arrival signals the fulfillment of a number of significant end time prophecies. Unfortunately for John, his son and even me, John and I met a long time ago and fell in love.

In fact, that was the original plan in heaven- for John and I to meet, to marry and to have four kids and travel the world together. And we almost did, too. We fell in love before I met Nick, before John had his son Zach and before either of us had a clue about the end of days.

To make a long story short, that put John in the line of fire of a number of jealous angels. We were prevented from ever spending more than three days together, our memories often wiped.

Andcin the end, John walked away from me with a ton of curses on him. Many of those curses included extra disasters for any offspring. Oh, I was cursed as well- a ton of different spells have been discovered within my womb.

But I never had kids. Not on this timeline. But John did. He had Zach. And now is at risk more than John.

And Chris Hemsworth? He cast some of the worst curses on both John and Zach. He has since repented, thank God, for he is the only one that could undo these spells.

And yet still, it's taking a huge team to do work on both father and son. Right now my husband Nick is there, leading the effort. The others there to help are:

Merlin

Dumbledore (Merlin's 3500-year-old twin brother, not to be confused with the Harry Potter Dumbledore)

Roxanna - exorcist with ligtning fingers

Jordan Frisbee - toymaker married to Roxanna (toymaker is the wizarding world term for artifact/magical object maker)

Kyle Redd - potions master

And don't forget:

Chris Hemsworth- like I said

Nick - like I said

Wolf - Stephan's companion is there for emotional support

Many of the curses on Zach were inherited from his father's contact with horcruxes Chris Hemsworth (Thor, Jupiter, Zues, etc.) created long ago. Since we cleaned up those horcruxes earlier this year, we'd forgotten about them. So we weren't treating John or Zach for anything horcrux related.

But thankfully, the Lord reminded me about these horcruxes earlier this week. I felt stupid. We destroy evil things and then we move on. And since we didn't know Zach existed and I hadn't seen John or remembered that we fell in love, we almost missed it.

If it weren't for the Father, bad bad things may have happened. I am so fucking grateful!!!

Anyway - I'm getting distracted again!

Tom the (Clever) Nerd

My point is, I'm able to help with the spells by casting my own. In this case, making love to Chris in the Dreamworld gives him immense doses of energy/the Holy Spirit/the Force. And he probably needs that after days of working this hard to save Zach.

But Tom Hiddleston (Loki, Hephaestus, Adonis, Paris of Troy, etc.) has been at war with Chris Hemsworth for millenia over my affections.

And I fell into his trap.

I stupidly opened my phone as I went to slide off the bed, needing to change just one thing before I began with Chris.

And what was sitting there? This goofy picture from Tom:

Sigh.

It got my attention alright.

I rolled my eyes. He can be such a nerd sometimes. He really is quite goofy - especially when he's happy. But don't let him fool you.

He's diabolical too.

Because the picture he sent immediately after was this:

Goddammit.

How did that boy know I was about to meet with his rival (and yes, brother) Thor!?!?

Probably the same way Thor knew I hopped on Tumblr to write about Chris Evans and John Krasinski just two days ago.

Sigh.

Don't believe all the hype, ladies. Falling in love is hard enough... but falling in love with an angel?

It's dangerous, deadly and fucking frustrating as fuck.

Update

After posting this, I immediately joined Chris Hemsworth (Thor) in the Dreamworld. An hour later I was drenched, as were my sheets and I slumped in a tangle of twisted limbs.

Cap is worried about me. He sees how hard I've been working lately. I used to do only a few spells a week and could handle how much energy passed through me. But lately, as the apocalypse quickens, I've been I've been used for multiple spells daily.

And it's rare if I'm not drenched in sweat, out of breath and in too much pain to move by the end. I am trying to stretch and move and stay limber and healthy by eating enough as well and drinking enough water but it's still a big challenge.

Mostly, I just yearn for rest and sleep now.

But not at the risk of losing Zach- or John.

I choose to press on.