#hope everyone has a spiffy day

[moneyisthebestlawyerinh3ll]

Today is a good day to be perceived 🙌

[velvethopewrites]

The sob story with this is that I wrote this yesterday and it got deleted before I could save it. I wanted to die cry, basically. Somehow I managed to re-create most of it, after working on it all damn day. (I basically ended up writing over 6,000+ words in one day. Yowza) I still feel as though the first version was better, but…no one knows that but me, I suppose. (And my partner, who got to read it right before the horrors happened). Regardless, I am proud of this and proud of myself for not giving up when it really would have been easy to. So huzzah to the fickle hand of fate and all that stuff.

For Suptober 2023 prompt “starlight”

I tag @fellshish and @canonblastedships and @clarkenting for being super cool reblog buddies, lol (which is just a thing I made up) This is the longest destiel fic I’ve written yet and it will be my first official AO3 destiel! (As soon as I remember how to do that, oy)

Edited: Now with Spiffy AO3 Link! Here!

The Starlight

There were three types of people that visited the Starlight Lounge — drunks, people desperate to score, and the employees that made their bread and butter trying to tame the other two.

Dean Winchester, unfortunately, was a member of that third group. Oh, sure, Dean had been known to put away a fair bunch of liquor in his day, and sure, Dean had definitely been known to do the Bedroom Rodeo whenever the opportunity presented itself. Hell, back when he’d first started at the Starlight he’d often been three types at once. Work, drink, get laid. Sometimes, not even in that order.

But that was past Dean. Current and newly mature Dean (hah) just wanted to work, go home, eat and fall into his bed. Working at the Starlight wasn’t that bad – it had fairly decent pay and it was often interesting. And like everyone else, Dean had bills to pay and he gave more than his fair share to Sammy. Not that Sam really needed it anymore; he was busy working as a law clerk downtown, putting himself through school. But still, Dean wanted to help as much as he could and besides it was his brotherly duty. Heh. Duty.

Tonight, due to the cold and rainy weather, the bar was fairly empty and business had been slow. There was only one of his regulars, a writer by the name of Chuck crying into his notebooks at the back of the bar. To be honest, Dean had never seen Chuck write a damn thing but the man sure could put scotch away like a pro.  There was also a young couple making out in one of the booths near the restrooms. He’d been keeping an eye on them most of the night, actually, making sure no one lost any clothing. The Starlight didn’t need a public indecency charge on the books. At least, not so soon since the last one, at any rate. 

Dean yawned and finished cleaning up the bar, hoping Chuck and the couple on their way to Soft-Porn Town would soon be leaving. Maybe Dean could even push them on their way a bit early, so he could get home at a decent time, for once.  As he walked over towards Chuck to perhaps lightly suggest the writer hit the road, the double doors of the bar blew open – bringing in the rain, the cold rush of the wind and a new customer in a beige trench coat with seriously fucked up hair. Great.

Dean sighed and turned back around as the new guy slumped onto the first stool at the bar. His dark brown, messed up hair looked even worse up close, and he had a scowl on his face as he glared down at the bar in front of him.

“Whiskey. Neat,” Messy-Hair said, voice low and very rumbly.

Dean pulled down a clean glass and poured some of their nicer whiskey into it. Dude looks like he could afford it, at any rate. He had a nice suit on under the coat, now that Dean could properly see it and his watch was one of those big clunky things that could probably tell the time on Jupiter or some shit like that. The man’s hand reaches for the glass before Dean has barely pushed it forward. He throws back the drink in record time and hits the bar with it so that it makes a loud thunk.

“Another one.”

Dean shrugged as the man kept glaring down at the bar as though it contained all the answers to life and everything else; Dean knew for a fact that it didn’t. It didn’t even have a ‘42’ scratched into it or anything. (RIP Douglas Adams)

This time the man just wraps his hand around the glass, his fingers clutching at it and woah, Dean thinks, dude’s got some huge fucking hands. They’re big and they’re strong looking. The fingers are nice and long and graceful and oh, oh, oh. Maybe it’s a kink, or maybe it’s a preference, but Dean loves hands. Manly looking mitts like Messy-Hair here and even smaller, more delicate hands like on most women, with pretty nail colors. But Dean’s not choosy.

He sees motion out of the corner of his eye and notices Chuck signaling that he’d like to pay up. Glancing at Messy-Hair he figures he has a few minutes before having to pour him another so he sets the bottle down and heads over to the other side.

“All right there, Chuck?”

“Yeah, yeah, thank you, Dean.”

The older man is flipping through his wallet and counting out his cash slowly. Dean wipes the bar and puts Chuck’s last glass into the bucket for later cleaning.

“Write anything tonight?” Dean always asks this question. It’s like a little game he and Chuck play because it always has the same answer.

“No,” Chuck says looking up at him. He places his finger to his temple solemnly, almost like he’s holding a gun. “But I did a lot of work up here.”

He always gives Dean this look as though Dean should know exactly what he’s talking about. But, of course, Dean never does. He likes to read but he sure as hell would never attempt to write. Personally, he thinks Chuck is sort of crazy, but hey, to each their own, right?

Chuck pushes his notebooks into his old canvas bag on the bar. It’s bulging with everything he carries with him and looks fit to burst. Dean supposes that writer’s block is heavy business.

Chucks nods goodnight as he slips his bag over his shoulders, buckling a bit under the weight. Dean watches as he wobbles away and he’s not sure if it’s from the alcohol or the bag. He’d normally be worried (hey, no bar can stay in business if all its clientele got themselves killed), but he knows Chuck lives nearby. He’ll be all right and probably in his same spot tomorrow evening. He puts Chuck’s money into the till and realizes he tipped Dean more than usual. He really did have had a good night, then.

He notices the couple trying to break the world record for smooches in a single night are getting up and putting on their jackets. Maybe Dean can get out early; he’s got the DVR set for Dr Sexy already, but he wouldn’t say no to catching it live for once.

Glancing over he sees Messy-Hair is now resting his head on the bar, but he lifts it as the doors bang shut behind Chuck, the cold burst of wind making his hair looking even more disheveled. Dean heads back over to see if he needs a refill and is suddenly struck dumb by the other man finally looking at him. Holy Mother of Blue, those are some eyes. The dude is handsome. Like old-time movie handsome. Strong jaw, with a smattering of scruff, pink soft lips and eyes that look like they can see into your soul, no, scratch that, not see, but pierce. Dean swallows roughly and picks up the whiskey bottle. 

“Hey, uh, it’s getting late. One more for the road?” Dean assumes the dude doesn’t know the Starlight is technically open until midnight. Assumes, hah. More like prays.

Blue-Eyes stares at him and frowns. “I thought this establishment closed at midnight.”

“Er, yeah. I suppose it does.”

“Then I’ll take another,” Blue-Eyes pauses and holds out his glass. “And keep them coming for the next forty-five minutes, barkeep.”

Dean blinks at the old-fashioned word and pours another round. They stare at each other until he hears a giggle and a clearing of a throat. He looks over to see the couple and wonders how long they’ve been waiting. Judging from the churlish look on the guy’s face and the barely contained laughter emanating from the girl, it’s been awhile. He settles their tab and takes their money (lousy tip, of course) as the two saunter past Blue-Eyes and escape out into the night. Well, at least Dean can see it’s stopped raining.

Making up his mind, he follows them from behind the bar and locks the door after them. He flips off the sign, too. He may be stuck here with Blue-Eyes, but he’ll be damned if he’ll let someone else come meandering in to make him get home even later.

He comes back to stand in front of his customer and makes a decision. Pulling down another glass, he pours some of the whiskey into it and sighs as the warmth of it hits his system. What do they always say about good whiskey? It should warm the cockles of the heart, or something like that. Not that Dean actually knows what a cockle is, but hey, it went down smooth.

He realizes Blue-Eyes is watching him and Dean decides to bite the bullet. He’s tired, bored and probably on his way to cranky town if Blue-Eyes keeps his word about the next forty-five minutes.

“So, what brings you out on a cold and rainy night like tonight, Mr, uh…what’s your name? I can’t keep calling you what I’ve been calling you in my head.”

The other man squints and tilts his head at Dean like a tiny, confused bird. And no, Dean doesn’t find that adorable at all. Nope.

“What have you been calling me in your head?”

Dean purses his lips. Sometimes he’s really an idiot. He gives Blue-Eyes a shaky laugh.

“I said I wasn’t gonna keeping doing that.”

They stare at each other again, neither one budging until Blue-Eyes releases a breath and blinks, shoulders slumping a bit more. By the end of the night Dean expects this guy to be melted into the floor.

“Cas.”

Dean frowns. “Your name is Mr Cas?”

“No, just Cas.” Blue-Eyes, no, scratch that, Cas then holds out his hand so Dean can shake it like they’re fellow professionals meeting at a party or something. As he grips the other man’s hand in his own he realizes Cas’s hand is warm, dry, and, yep, strong. The dude is seriously ticking all of Dean’s boxes without even trying. It’s a bit unnerving, really.

“Is that short for something?” Dean asks, wondering what type of name that is.

Cas just looks at him over the rim of his glass. “Perhaps.”

Neither of them say anything else for a long moment and Dean shakes his head. “People ever tell you you talk too much?”

“Yes. All the time,” Cas says with a smirk.

Dean laughs. “Well, whatever. It’s officially nice to meet you, Cas. I’m Dean. Humble and professional barkeep at your service.”

“Hello, Dean.”

Cas’s voice is deep but there’s a warmth to it that makes Dean happy.  They chit-chat for a bit, just like Dean would do with any newbie to the bar. He pours them both another round and then tries his question again.

“So, you seemed a bit upset earlier. What brought you through my doors, Cas?”

Cas sighs and glances away. He taps his fingers lightly on the polished wood of the bar. He stares at Dean as though assessing him and then looks as though he’s made up his mind.

“My…er, the person I’ve been dating, dumped me tonight. We went to an expensive restaurant and ordered far too pricey food for the serving size and drank outrageously fancy wine. Then they ordered an expensive bottle of cognac, drank it all and then told me I wasn’t worth it.”

Dean winces. “Ouch. How long were you together?”

“Six months.”

“Well, it’s not too long for a relationship, but it’s long enough to hurt.”

Cas nods, looking sullen again.

“What special occasion was it?”

Cas stares at him. “How could you possibly know that?”

“Fancy restaurant, the way you’re dressed, the cognac. Nobody orders that unless there’s been a birth or an anniversary or both.”

“It was my birthday,” Cas says, looking down again.

“Fuck,” Dean blurts out without thinking. “And they dumped you? Seriously bad juju, man.”

Cas nods and takes another drink of his whiskey, looking miserable. Dean tops off both of their glasses and hums.

“What was his name?”

Cas whips his head up, suddenly looking confused and more than a little worried. “I never said it was a he.”

“It was your distinct lack of pronouns, dude. Always the dead giveaway. Trust me, as a guy who plays for both sides, I know. Pronouns are key. Hey, relax, Cas, this is a safe space.” Dean points to the small pride flag he keeps above the bar and watches as Cas visibly relaxes.

The silence that falls between them is comfortable now. Welcoming, even. Cas clears his throat and rests his hand on his chin, peering at Dean.

“So…you’re bi, I assume or, pan, perhaps?”

“Got it in one. Just another bisexual loser ruining the world one lay at a time.”

Dean winks to show he’s only kidding. He’s proud to be bi, but it doesn’t mean he can’t make a joke at his own expense. Of course, if Sam or his friend Charlie were here they’d both tell him what they thought of that.

“His name was Bartholomew.”

Dean snorts. “It fits him. Douche-y name for a douche-canoe.”

Cas barks out a laugh and it completely changes his face into something truly beautiful. Dean suddenly feels the need to always make Cas laugh like that. He can’t imagine anyone not wanting to – his laugh is infectious. And the light it puts in his eyes is irresistible.

Cas looks serious again as he swirls the rest of the whiskey in his glass. “To be honest, Bart was just the last in a long line of failed…connections. I’m doubting my own self-worth at this point. Everyone ends up leaving or they get fed up with me. I’m too introverted…too socially awkward to deal with, I suppose.”

“I don’t know, you seem to be doing okay right now.”

“I’ve been drinking,” Cas says, deadpan. “And also I’m paying you.”

Dean chuckles. “Not really, I decided to stop charging you as soon as I poured my first one.”

“Your hospitality know no bounds. Truly.”

Dean laughs. Cas’s dry delivery and poker-faced expressions really are the limit. He feels that familiar warmth he always gets when he meets someone new. A someone new that excites him. But he pushes the feeling aside because he knows on some level that trying to get into Cas’s pants is so not what the other man needs right now. Dean shivers as he realizes how damn mature that sounds. Next he’ll be looking into 401ks and cemetery plots.

“Well, consider them birthday drinks. Of course, this stuff doesn’t cost a small fortune or anything, but I figured you’d already paid out enough tonight.”

Cas smirks and shakes his head at Dean. “Thank you, Dean. It’s actually very kind of you to…take pity on me.”

He says it jokingly but Dean gets the sense that he means it. He reaches forward and touches Cas’s hand.

“Hey, no pity here. You are ridiculously attractive and if I didn’t have a conscience, I’d definitely be throwing out my best lines here to help you relieve some tension, if you know what I mean. And you are not awkward to me, but even if you were, it wouldn’t be enough to stop me from asking for your number or seeing if you wanted to meet up sometime. I barely know you but you seem like a decent guy, Cas. And I think all of those people that don’t get you can just fuck right off. You need to keep trying, man. Don’t give up just because a few losers couldn’t see what they had.”

Cas blinks at Dean, blue eyes getting huge. “You think I’m ridiculously attractive?”

Dean thinks back. Did he say that? Yeah, he said that. Figures that would be the only thing to register with the dude.

“What sort of line would you use on me? I mean, if you were going to, that is.” Cas shyly glances away and then back, a curious look on his face.

“Oh, uh, probably something like, well you know what they say — the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.” Dean waggles his eyebrows and smirks, faking a leer.

“I’m not sure that would work with me,” Cas says, mirth clear in his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. You’d make me work for it, I know. But seriously, you need to regroup, clear out the douche-canoes from your life and find a new guy, man.”

Cas smiles at him in fondness, and nope, Dean is not going to do it. He will not break his rule about dating people just out of relationships. Not even for big huge blue eyes that make him feel sappy like a love song. Cas, however, clearly has other plans.

“This may be forward but, um, Dean would you allow me take you out for dinner? As a date, in case you were wondering how I meant it.”

“Oh, wow, Cas, um, I mean…”

Cas’s face takes an interesting journey in two seconds – from hopeful joy to miserable and wretched. Dean feels his heart break a little bit for him in that moment and mentally kicks his own ass for being a tool.

“Oh, I see. I…I’m sorry, Dean. Thank you for hospitality.” Cas fumbles with his wallet and places far too much money next to his glass. “I won’t keep you anymore. Go home and enjoy whatever is left of your night.”

Dean watches dumbly as Cas sits up straighter and then turns in his seat, his broad shoulders unyielding, suddenly. Dean knows he just can’t let it end like this.

“No, wait, Cas!”

Dean practically flings himself around the bar to reach Cas before he can unlock the door and leave without a backwards glance. He rests his hand on Cas’s shoulder, stopping him.

“It’s only because I have a rule about dating people that just got out of a relationship. It has nothing to do with you, I promise you. You need to focus on you, dude. Figure out what you’re looking for. If this one was just the last in a long line of guys who don’t understand you, try and see what people you’re going for. I mean, I’m no expert, and God knows I’ve had my fair share of jumping before looking moments, but I think you just need some Cas time right now, you know? If we ever start something I do not want to be rebound guy and you deserve something better than a one night stand.”

Cas stares at him, blue eyes half in shadow.  Dean holds his breath, hoping he didn’t just lose something. All he can hear is the clock ticking behind him and the pounding of his own heart in his ears.

“That was quite the speech,” Cas finally says. “You sound like you know from experience.”

“Cas, man. You have no idea.”

“I have some, like I said, a long line of rejections. Still…”  Cas’s eyes search his face and then nods to himself. “Maybe you’re right. I do tend to do things without thinking in this area of life despite being very practical usually. And you’re also right on anther point, Dean. You do not deserve to be “rebound guy”.”

Dean can’t help his grin as Cas makes the quotes motion with his fingers. They stare at each other for a bit longer before he unlocks the door. Cas steps out as the cold air filters in between them, causing them bother to shiver. Dean pauses, and then holds out his hand. “Let me have your phone.”

“My phone?”

“Yeah, you have one, right? Or have you moved on to something flashier like sky writing?”

Cas snorts and shakes his head. He fumbles in his pockets and then pulls out a slim, black smartphone. He unlocks it and hands it over. Of course, it’d be that kind of phone that can help you bake bread or turn off all the lights in the world with just a click or something. He finally finds what he’s looking for and puts his contact information in.

“There. There’s my number. Text me to let me know you get home, okay? And as for the rest, we’ll take it one day at a time, Cas. Let’s be friends, first.”

Cas smiles shyly as he looks down at his phone and nods. “Friends, first. I like that. Goodnight, Dean.”

“Goodnight, buddy. Be safe.”

Cas slips out and away, leaving a coldness in his wake as he takes his body heat with him. Dean watches him go, the black of the night almost swallowing him up. Cas pauses to pull his coat tighter, the glow of the streetlight lighting up his profile. To Dean he looks pure—angelic, almost, like a painting or a sculpture. With one last look at Dean, he eventually fades away, disappearing back into the world. Soon all Dean can see is his own breath in the air and the twinkling starlight from the surprisingly clear sky above. He locks up again and finishes his routine for the night. After he’s put the money in the safe and headed out back to his car, he feels happy inside. Like something good just occurred — like some new path has been cleared for him to travel. His drive home is quick and easy, there’s hardly any traffic mostly due to the earlier rain. It’s just as he’s pulling into his driveway that he feels his phone buzz in his pocket. It’s from an unknown number and his heart beats faster as he reads the message.

From unknown: I arrived home safely, Dean. Thank you, again. Would you like to get coffee tomorrow, or, perhaps I should say, later today? Oh, this is Cas, by the way. In case you didn’t know. :)

Dean saves the number and then returns to the message to reply, a grin creeping onto his face before he even realizes it.

Dean: Of course, dude. Coffee sounds great. Around 1pm?

Cas: Perfect. Do you know the Blue Java Café on Marion and Elm? It’s across from the park and one of my favorite places.

Dean: Sounds good. Can’t wait to talk to you sober, ya lush… (lol j/k hah) 

Cas sends him a sticking-tongue-out emoji as a response and Dean chuckles as he locks up his car. He has a nice, happy feeling in his heart as he thinks of Cas. Like maybe this is something special. Or maybe it’s just that it could be and has the potential to be. He knows he told Cas friends first, but Dean’s willing to see where it…where they, can go.

[ollifree]

THANK GOD YOU REPOSTED I HAVE HAD TERRON MY SPIFFY FELLER ON MY MIND LIKE YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE (and also Great Uncle because for some reason they always appear together in my head). SO if I may I would like to ask 5 and 8 and maybe 7 for Caedan Amell (also my spiffy feller) if I can really be greedy 8) 8) 8)

hope you're having a lush as hell day my olli friend!!

ladkfjakfjkdjfk my friend my beloved you absolute peach you always know just which ocs to ask about uwu you can be as greedy as you want mwuah mwuah mwuah

5. letters between two of your OC’s companions about them

Excerpts from correspondence between Queen Lani Theirin-Cousland and Zevran Arainai. Both passages have been translated from the original Antivan. (featuring surprise guest @atypicalacademic's Chancellor of Ferelden, Sahi Tabris)

"...although we are able to twist their arms by reminding them who killed the archdemon. Half the time the alienage needs any kind of resource I have to say 'give me a non-racist reason' out loud to get them to shut up long enough we can push it through. I'd give Sahi access to the treasury every time it happens but we'd be cleaned out within a week."

"We could always pay you a visit in court. I am sure seeing their hero so angry on behalf of our fellow elves would chide most of them into silence. If not, you are aware my services are always available to you. I'll even throw in a discount!"

8. your OC’s doctor/healer talking about their injuries

An unsigned note with handwriting that matches Kinloch Hold's Senior Enchanter Wynne's. The note has been found shoved hastily in a desk drawer and seems to have been written without intention of sharing.

"I cannot say I've ever expected to pen these words, but thank the Maker Caedan's been proven right. Two long days and Terron's finally awake. Why the other wardens seemed so certain he would perish of his wounds is beyond me. Regardless, it is good to see them all smile again. As to the wounds themselves: Several broken ribs, as I feared. Terron is adamant we not use magic to heal them just yet. There are enough near death that need our attention more. Such a considerate young man. What would we do without him? Another skull fracture, which has already been mended. Hopefully with the blight well and truly at rest his propensity for slamming his head on every surface will cease as well. Cuts and bruising, as can be expected. No infections. He claims not to have dislocated anything. He's popped that shoulder back into place on his own so often I've no choice to consider it a lie until proven otherwise."

7. someone describing a time your OC hurt them

A journal entry from Alice Amell during her time at Skyhold.

"It was him. The little brother they stole from us then took from me. As unbearable - as abusive as the Gallows were, I'm sure we could have survived them together. You heard stories in the city, and Mama looked like she might break when I froze my wine at dinner, but I would see our little brother again. But when the templars came for me, they had already sent him across the sea. I hoped he might be at Skyhold. That the revolution would reunite us at last. I heard about what he did. His name was whispered between pages at lessons and over plates at meals. A veteran of a blight, and here I thought myself impressive for surviving Meredith. The boy following Lady Morrigan around - Kieran - he has our look. His skin and eyes are Chasind, but his cheeks and jaw and the way he stands are Amell. I asked Senior Enchanter Surana after I saw her speaking with him. I should have known from how she hedged her answers how this would go. He came back to me. Our lost brother. Everyone through history will point to the scar in the sky as a miracle, as though Caedan walking into Skyhold couldn't have brought our entire family to their knees. But when I finally approached him, when I told him who I was - I can't forget what his face did. I can't describe it. Walling himself off, from me. He'd grown so much, even taller than Father I think. Did I misremember his eyes? I always thought of them as grey. He was so cold. And his words. I can't - He didn't say as much, but it felt like staring up at a viper. Like if I did anything but turn and leave he'd kill me."

[risingsouls]

[Oh yeah. New chapter. I’ll try to condense this all down to one post and be concise over my usual multi-post mess, so all of my ramblings are under the cut.]

[Starting off with some fun humor:

Man, Krillin. Come on. These guys are just trying to live their lives as Frankenstein monster zompies. Leave em alone. I guess it really is ACAB out there...

All jokes aside, I would love Toyotaro’s/Toriyama’s humor more if it was down this route all the time. Miss me with all the sexist and fan service-y shit plz.

Wait. Krillin. You’re in West City. Your badge says SCPD which I imagine stands for SCPD. Aren’t you out of your jurisdiction? #defundthepolice yeesh.

HE PULLED HIS FUCKING GUN ON THEM. GOOD GRIEF KRILLIN FUCKING CHILL. Bad cop Krillin. I can’t believe this.

Gamer Goten still using Nimbus is so far the best thing about this chapter. :’3

The practically cousins bit is cute. But lmao does everyone just simp over Trunks? Trunks is the cool older kid, I guess. 🙄 Goten is right there, Fyler. He’s adorable and a sweetheart. I will say it seems that so far Goten is the focus but we’ll see if it stays that way.

Oh boy. I hate you already Beta 7.

Fyler is the new Videl? She may be a simp, but it look slike she at least has some brains. :’3

JK. Goten got his one quick fight with Beta 7 and we’re back on the Trumai bullshit 😒. Say you have a favorite of the two without saying you have a favorite, Toyotaro/Toriyama/whoever is writing this shit these days.

I have a love hate relationship with Mai being the brains of this whole operation. Love because we do stan smart ladies. Loathe because it feels like that’s really the only role they’ll seriously give women in this series outside of housewife. Kale and Caulifla and to a very small degree 18 sort of break that mold, but what are the odds we see the former two again? We will at least see 18 in action again when Cell Max shows up but it’s always a supporting role for her. I also still don’t forgive them for the damsel in distress shit they did with Mai last chapter, and I sense another scenario on the horizon.

Side note: I’m both laughing at Trunks and feel bad for him because he thinks Mai asked him to the dance because she likes him, but she actually just wants to activate her trap card. :’3 RIP kid.

AIGHT. I half rescind my last statement. Didn’t see this before posted. I hope she does get that squatty shit on her own lmao. I mean. I still have big X to doubt, but then again, it does seem like the writers take the month to gather intel about what their fans want, so maybe they’ll choose something worthwhile this time.

Damn. Stone Cold. I’m really surprised they didn’t have her get all gaga over Trunks now that she suddenly saw Future Trunks in him when he saved her. But. For the moment, them’s the ropes, Trunks :’3

Daw. Fylah ur rude. You should feel lucky being at the dance with this sweetpea. 

Also, what is her collar? What kind of 1950s ass dress is she wearing?

Or I guess American 50s was the choice of style, looking at least at the dresses and some hairstyles. Goten is still rocking his bowties :’3

Mai didn’t get the memo. She heard it was Warrior Princess themed. Trunks looks pretty spiffy tho can’t lie.

Look, I ain’t the biggest fan of Mai and really don’t see the need for bringing her and the Pilaf gang back at all but...she really did not come to play at this dance. xD

I take back my cool kid comment. Trunks is just a SIMP.

omfg. Is that the female android Hedo made to be his date to the dance. Fucking 🤣 I’m getting Rosie vibes from the Jetsons or some shit I CAN’T

Why is it only “Don’t tell your mother, GOTEN”? Like...I guess Bulma has more knowledge of the Red Ribbon Army but this just feels more like the dated old “Everyone’s scared of Chi Chi” bs. Though, they try to push the everyone’s afraid of Bulma, too, so why. Why is it always Chi Chi that gets treated like a monster and horrible person when, especially in Super, we actually get to WATCH Bulma be a terrible person? Ugh. 🙄

Dino droid. :’3 Bobo what did they do to you ;-;

Goten looks like Gohan in the Cell saga here. Idk if that callback was purposeful but. Here it is.

🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ I hate it. I take it back. I hate the humor. All of it.

Aw that’s cute tho. And mama isn’t scared of him that’s really sweet. The zombies were the best part of this arc. 10/10.

With all that said, that’s about the end. Hedo vows to get out of prison to make the ultimate android and I assume this will lead into the events of Super Hero. It’s hard to say if they’re going to have him break out like he did in the movie or just wait out his three month sentence (the reason I say this is because it seems strange to go into detailing him getting the reduced sentence if he’s just going to bust out before anyway). So, will we see a time skip and go into Super Hero, or will we get something else in between? I mean. Frieza’s still out there doing...whatever the fuck he’s up to. Broly is featured in the Super Hero movie, but we never got that movie adapted to the manga. I’m pretty sure the time has passed to do that since they gave Frieza a new form, but who knows. The writers aren’t exactly known for consistency. I’m leaning more on the time skip, but who knows. I would rather see what the hell they were going to do with Frieza and his bullshit (and have Vegeta finally get to kill his fucking ass but I know that won’t happen), but I’m guess we won’t get to until the next arc.

Overall, though, the mini arc was fine. As I’ve said, it was nice to see Trunks and Goten get to be normal teenagers and take the Saiyaman helm. It was nice to get more context to what happened with Hedo before Super Hero, I suppose. Goten got a little more time to shine in the last chapter, which is nice. Plenty of goofy moments and inconsistencies, but I’ve come to expect that at this point in trudging through this series. My biggest hope for the Super Hero arc, at least where Goten and Trunks are concerned, is that they don’t just end up treated as comedic relief with a failed fusion. I’m not holding my breath, but who knows. Maybe they’ll get a bigger role since they were involved in this whole sleuth story.]

[parasitescholar]

Weekly Recommendation: The Soulless Series

So listen. When I first looked into Rem's past career I found some stuff. Most of it I was not really interested in. However Soulless grabbed my attention and didn't let it go. I read the graphic novels and shortly after I read the books they were based on. And the sequel series. And then I read the graphic novels several more times until I decided to buy them on Ebay. These books were out of print before I discovered them, and the copies I have are from libraries, you can see the crossed out bar codes.

If you want to read them you can find them on Libby, the app that gives you access to so so many books. (Literally the library but in your phone fuck audible this shit is free and has waaaay more selection) or on free manga site of your choice. The art is just fantastic. Rem really knows how to do black and white. The balance of tones makes it feel rich, deep blacks and grays contrasting in a way that brings real depth. As a manga style adaptation there is a little aside at the end of the books and my favorite is the one where they make Biffy all spiffy (listen its technically spoilers but it's so cute looook)

Okay I have made my feral admiration clear. What is this actually about? Victorian London except vampires and werewolves are real, and have adapted to the delicate play of manners that is so important to British society. The world building on this point is honestly fantastic. Our main character has the ability to nullify any supernatural abilities with her touch, and she is over everyone's nonsense. Pragmatism rules her every move, but she keeps getting caught up in nonsense anyway. Okay I'm not selling this. Woman in fancy dresses solves the disputes of: foppish vampires, frequently naked werewolves, scheming steampunk scientists, a lesbian in a suit who keeps flirting with her (which she is arguably down for), her truly awful family, the most badass Scottish woman who leads a pack of werewolves despite being human and also old, and the vampires living along the Nile.

The world building in this series is just wonderful. Why does every British building have a coat room? Because werewolves are coming in and out, and they need a place to change! My favorite is the vampires. Vampires come in hives, centered around a queen, and with humans acting as drones. Only the queen can make new vampires, and her and her small group of turned are surrounded by hopefuls, who provide blood in exchange for the social clout being associated with the vampires gives and the possibility to one day become immortal. Also they swarm when in distress!! And it is great! The way all the supernatural stuff works is just so fun and well thought out. I haven't even mentioned the second series really, which is all about Alexia's daughter, who not only nullifies the powers of supernaturals but takes them for herself. Sorry dad, shouldn't have touched me I am now a baby wolf running around causing havoc. I love the Custard Protocol books as well (with that name you've gotta), though I've never gotten through the last one. I guess after the high of a comphet lesbian getting together with her lioness (she turns into a lion!!! And then is just so cool and casual about the fact her tits are out when she turns back) love, I couldn't bring myself to care about the affairs of awkward heterosexuals. But it does take place in Japan so you might like it. This is too long, but I could talk about this series for days. If you read it please please tell me so we can chat about our favorite parts. In summary: Soulless is a series full of humor, romance, Victorian London and supernatural creatures. The graphic novels are exquisite and the series continues past them in increasingly inventive and fascinating ways. Go read both!! In either order tbh. Okay byeeeee.

[coffeebruinstudios]

BearsDrawnBadly.com – I’m usually in bed by November (1/1)

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New Year – New comic!

Confession time: I had new comics planned for the last four days but then life happened. I lost my marker notebook and Apple Pencil, my coffee maker broke, I lost my coffee thermos, and then my oldest cat passed.

It has been a week.

Updates.

I found my marker notebook and Apple Pencil! Then I repaired the coffee maker (and got a spiffy new burr grinder). I found my thermos (but it may be time to consider a replacement).

Cotton passing hurts. I’ve had her for almost 16 years.  She is a pivotal part of the next project I’m doing. But in her passing, I am motivated to start posting some of the development material.

I hope everyone has a safe and healthy and DRAMA FREE New Year!

And please, keep the coffee bruin.

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[hotdamnhunnam]

The Pick-Up Line

A/N: Sooo here’s the next fic from my Request List, which I know for a while has been neglected! Based on the below request in which Jax has a crush on reader, who is Abel’s daycare teacher, and finally gets his chance with her. I got inspired to write it for my dear @happyhunnams​’ birthday as I know she’s been excited for this one! 💝 This is also my next entry for @band--psycho’s Bingo Challenge! ✨

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, good teacher falling for that bad cock, Jax having a huge crush and being awk and adorbz as fuck Request: This anon request Bingo Square Filled: “Give me a chance”

Word Count: ~2.8k

He’s bad.

He’s cigarettes and drugs and guns. He’s stained in blood from all the dirty jobs he’s done, from all the shit he’s hit and run. He’s inked in black and leather-clad. Some time ago he lost his wife, love of his life, and the loss drove him fucking mad. 

You look at him and you feel sad. He has two sons. Two little sons. Like he has any business raising little ones. A man like that—he really shouldn’t be a dad.

But so he is, and it’s so bad the way you almost just forget that he’s a criminal when he scoops up his young son in his arms and greets him with a tender kiss. You run the best daycare in Charming; somehow Mr. Teller always comes on time to drop off Abel in the morning, which is really quite alarming. Not so punctual for pick-up in the afternoon—but even when he’s running late Abel will squeeze your hand and say ‘he’s coming soon’—like in his bones he feels his daddy’s engine thrumming.

You yourself can feel a different kind of thrumming, every time you see Jax coming. Wish you weren’t that kind of woman. Kind of woman who would throw away her dignity to fuck the king of Charming.

God, he’s bad. And even worse, because you think about the bad guy every night and touch yourself until you burst. ‘Cause he’s the best wet dream you’ve ever fucking had.

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You’re good.

You’re pink apples and picture books and pinwheels spinning in the summer sun. You’re like a mother to his son. You’re everything he wants to have and hold, and fuck if only he should be so bold, but knows he never should.

It’s hard when every day he wakes and thinks of you as he rubs out his morning wood.

Ever since his most tragic loss, Jax hasn’t had space for a thing inside his heart other than hatred toward his sorry self for having been the cause. By now it’s been a while though. Some part of him is letting go. Yet even so part of him knows, he’ll never be the man he was.

Won’t love the way he did before. Loss changes as it ever does. Can barely recognize the widower, the killer in the mirror. Splashes water on his face, raises to meet his gaze, and takes a steady pause. Searching himself for any part of him that’s pure.

The part of him that’s real—that can still feel—that may at last have come to heal... won’t love the way he did before.

For shame, won’t ever love the same. But if his heart survives its self-inflicted war, then maybe on the other side there’s hope of loving more.

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Jax Teller owns exactly one (1) nice fucking suit.

He’s never been to a job interview. Never set foot in a corporate building or anything. Funerals and weddings? A few. But they’ve all been within the Sons’ crew; everyone knows what dress code they’re getting. All the men who attend wear their leather because showing up in a suit would be honestly rude.

Yet today Mr. Teller is asking a fine woman out on a date for the first time since... longer than he can remember. Feels like the first time in forever. He wants to dress up like a fresh fucking prince. He’s in a fucking mood.

Crisp white shirt. Sharp black slacks. Feels so spiffy it hurts; his reflection asks—you even Jax? Fiddles with this silk tie of dark blue, realizing he has no fucking clue. Glances back, checks the clock on the desk behind him, which reminds him, that he’s fucking screwed.

He’s already so late. It’s not even like this is an actual date. Hasn’t been on a real date since high school. Now here he is dressing up all nice as if this is prom night and practicing cheap pick-up lines in his room like an absolute fool.

Never once in his life has Jax Teller been anything other than cool.

Now he’s anything but, as he tries out this suit thing in place of his trusty old kutte. And it feels like he’s broken some unspoken rule.

The way that he’s clumsily fumbled his tie just resembles a soft fabric pretzel or some shit. Ugh, fuck it. This business is cruel. Roughly rips the ridiculous thing off his neck and unbuttons a couple shirt buttons, adjusting the collar in case that’ll look better—it doesn’t. Suits simply aren’t cut out for Teller and nothing is coming together. He still looks like a fucking tool.

It’s five minutes past the time he was supposed to arrive at the daycare. He still has to sort out his hair. Never felt so un-fucking-prepared.

His cell rings and he puts it on speaker, so he can use both hands to carry on primping herself for his kid’s pretty teacher.

“What’s up, Nero?” he greets his favorite wholesome sweater-sporting superhero. One of the few sources of comfort and calm in his life as a reaper.

“Hey, I’ve got Abel, Jax,” the self-proclaimed ‘companionator’ states and carries on before Jax can react. “I’m gonna take him to the playground. Told her she oughta wait up at the center in case anyone comes around, but you’ve probably got ten minutes max.”

Jax’s brows furrow. He doesn’t quite follow. “What—Nero...”

The voice on the other end lets out a gentle grandfatherly chuckle remembering what he had witnessed when he had stopped by Jax’s place a few hours ago. “Saw you practicing pick-up lines and picking out an outfit, mano. You’re not really subtle about it, you know?”

King of Charming is blushing he’s so fucking mortified. Crushing so hard he can’t hide. “Were the lines any good, though?”

Another lighthearted grandfatherly laugh makes it clear that the answer is no.

Jackson thanks him profusely before the call’s done. Asks him to send a kiss to his son. A big kiss. Fuck is he grateful that Nero did this. Though the presence of a little child would’ve kept his courtship a classier level of tame... Jax’s feelings toward you are wild and now he can flirt without filter and shame.

Nero has one piece of advice to lend, before the call comes to an end. Good father figure and an even better friend.

“And look I don’t mean to be rude... but ditch that stupid fucking suit.”

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You have no clue what Nero meant when he came by to pick up Abel and just casually suggested that you stick around awhile. But there was something... promising, in his persuasive smile. You’ve always gotten honest vibes from him and trust he’s one of the best guys around. Though you don’t know them very well, you’ve heard a lot of shit about the Teller-Morrow clan and Jax’s stepfather who’s now rotting in hell; something tells you that Jax has started to become a better man these past few years thanks to the influence of this new father figure that he’s found.

Told Nero you would wait ten minutes for whoever else may be coming around. It’s not as if you’re keeping count. You feel like it has to be Jax and just the thought makes your heart pound...

Pounds even faster, once you finally hear the rumble of his Harley and set eyes upon the sexy fucking bastard.

Typically of course he’ll come by in his car to get his son, but this fine afternoon it seems he knows that Abel is already gone. There’s no one else here at the daycare center either. Just the teacher. Owner of this place who’s desperate to get ravaged by the reaper. So if Jax is here to pick someone up you’re the only one.

You’re waiting inside and can see him through the wide window out front. Pretending to be sorting papers when your main focus is sorting out the fire in your cunt. It’s so insane the way the bright gold of his mane catches the sun. He’s in his blue jeans and black leather and although he probably left at home his go-to knife and gun, you have no doubt that in his crotch he’s still packing the biggest baddest fucking weapon, and you bet he walks with that signature swagger in his gait because his dick weighs a whole ton. 

You’re dumb enough to make eye contact through the window and he greets you with a small wave and a smile. Sort of... awkward and a little shy—got no clue why—you’ve seen him interact with other women all the time and awkward-shy is really not Jax Teller’s style.

Just figure it’s because he’s here to have some unpleasant discussion. Maybe something serious that’s going on, relating to his son. You really hope that’s not the case because you’ve come to care for Abel so much after all this while—he’s a special one—sometimes you worry that you care too much as if he’s your own child.

Shove those thoughts out of your mind as Jackson walks up to the center. As his fine ass finally enters.

Damn is he working that leather. Sometimes you wonder how he’d clean up in a snazzy suit and tie but then again you just know this look is much better. It just screams Jax Fucking Teller.

The king of Charming in all his glory just stands there for a second in the doorway.

“H-hey,” is all he manages to say.

He bites his lip and tries to take a step toward you—almost trips over his stupid big white shoes—why is he tweaking out this way? Doesn’t seem drunk or drugged. Just weirdly sort of fucked.

You’d like to fuck him even more ‘cause you’re a dirty fucking whore. You may as well bend over now to fetch the fragments of your dignity from where they’re scattered all across the floor.

“Hi,” you reply and hope he doesn’t see the pornographic sex scenes playing out in your mind’s eye. “Can I...”

Now you’re the one who’s acting silly, as your inner slut silently finishes that sentence with a whole series of filthy. The teacher-themed puns that pop into your head are so painfully stupid you feel super guilty.

... Can I teach you the ABCs? Ass, balls, and cock—shove that cock in me—fuck it in deep till your balls slap my ass, baby.

... Can I teach you some calculus for a minute? With you I’m such a kinky bitch I have no limits. I’m serious, the limit just doesn’t exist.

... Can I teach you how to play nice during recess? You be Simon and I’ll do whatever you say. It’s the best way to play. Just tell me to bend over and I’ll let you fuck me to pieces. All day every day.

This is really not fucking okay.

“Umm...” you stammer, as Jax slowly crosses the room. Hoping he doesn’t hear your heart thud like a hammer. State something obvious because it’s safe although it’s dumb, and no doubt he already knows it anyway. “You’re a bit late for pick-up today.”

He smiles that sheepishly soft little smile again. The total opposite of classic hardcore Jackson. “Yeah, I’m not here to pick up my son.”

Rehearsed a thousand fucking pick-up lines before he came but for the life of him can’t even think of one.

It should be obvious he’s here to hit on you. But he’s not smooth enough to say it or to show you that it’s true. Instead he gestures at the room so full of playful toys and pretty decorations, this colorful haven of growth and education. “So, um... it looks like you know how to make learning fun.”

What the actual fuck, Jackson. He grabs his inner idiot by the scruff and fucking smacks him. 

Meanwhile you’re swooning ‘cause you think his inner idiot is adorable as shit. And though what he just said was stupid, it provides you with a nice outlet to talk about your passions. “Yeah, I—I just remember back when I was young which classes were my favorite. When the teachers put the effort in to make lessons engaging it was always so appreciated. I was lucky enough to have lots of good teachers so I loved school as a kid.”

Probably just rambled way too much but it helps you stay sane and stable when you fill the space with words. Otherwise in silence, you feel yourself so tense, so wet it hurts. No man on earth ever looked so good but you still know he’s bad news and it’s the worst.

Jax looks as if he’s hanging hard on every single word you say. You still have no fucking idea what’s gotten into him today. 

His smile softens and brightens a bit, as he hears how you loved school as a kid. “I bet you did. I bet you always aced it. Whereas me...” now finally he summons up the courage to say something just a little slick and nasty, though he’s terrified that it’ll go over badly, “...I’d always got a big fat D.”

A big fat—yes, he honestly just said that.

And he’s not the only one who can play bad.

Now that your inner slut has just been hit by Jax’s truck, she plays right back with a suggestive shrug. “Tough luck. If you’d just stooped a little lower then you could’ve had an F for Fuck.”

This game does not stop once it starts. You both play hard. He feeds ferociously off your flickering fire, triggering his own desire; he’s no longer shy and awkward as his stiff dick takes the focus off his nervous little heart.

“Me, stoop lower?” Jax echoes your words with a devilish snicker and takes a step closer. “Nah, I was always the one who made bitches go down and bend over.”

“Of course you were. Bet you think you still are, too. With a face like that, a dick so big and fat, I bet getting the girl was never hard to do.”

“Yeah, I could get any damn girl I want to,” he snarls. So close now that his maddening masculine scent makes your toes curl. Won’t touch you just yet, but in his gaze of brilliant blue you can read words unsaid: I want you.

This is what you want too. But for just a while longer, you want to prolong this dance. Further provoke his hunger. See if this is just sex or perhaps something deeper and stronger. Get back to that soft side of Jackson, a sweet glimpse of tenderness you would’ve never imagined. That Prince Fucking Charming who might really like you and give you a whirlwind romance... if you’d give him the chance...

But no matter how charming he seems, you remind yourself now that he can’t be the man of your dreams. He just can’t. He’s still so fucking bad in so many ways you simply can’t fucking stand…

And he’s reading your mind in this instant. The silent few seconds you’ve spent. You’re leaning against your desk now, and he still hasn’t touched you but feels like he’s fucking inside you somehow.

“Listen, Y/N,” he urges you gently, voice shaken yet steady. “Before I came over here, I practiced lines in the mirror. That’s not something I fucking do. I’ve been freaking out over how badly I find myself wanting you.”

You’re freaking out over how you feel all that he’s saying is true.

“Maybe that sounds like a line but it’s not. This is the only pick-up line I’ve got: I like you. A lot. And I know I’m not right for you. But I—I want to be, honestly, and if you let me then I’ll keep on trying to.”

No doubt he’s lied to girls before. And yet somehow you feel so sure, that you’re not someone he would ever dream of lying to. You have no clue just how you know but you just do.

“I don’t really do romance. But with you I’m fucking dying to. We can go on cute dates and star-gaze and slow dance. Be stupid and crazy. If you want that as badly as I do... then baby, just give me a chance.”

There is no way in hell you could say no to that. And you don’t even care if it’s bad, that right now from the start, as Jax Teller begins to make his way home into your heart... first things first, you want his dick to rip you apart. Now that his little pick-up line worked, he has won his way into your pants.

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... Continued in Part 2!

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[tastesoftamriel]

I have for the time being turned off anon asks as I am well and truly fed up of spam asks and lowkey sexual harassment. I'm a blogger, and for some reason over the years the odd person will try develop a weird parasocial relationship with me when I'm literally just hanging out trying to vibe. It sucks that I have to do this but the continual violations of trust by having anon on has made me anxious and stressed and I don't deserve that.

Bloggers exist to put out cool content, but unfortunately some people think it entitles them to shape the narrative of a blogger's work, or gives them a free pass for plagiarism. Yall...just...don't do that yeah? The entitled attitude that some people have about thinking their questions deserve a reply are also nonsensical- I, and everyone else, do not owe you anything. I try to keep my content as carefully curated as possible and if the ask is something I think sounds pretty garbage...it's going in the garbage.

I can't believe I'm having to explain basic Tumblr courtesy on this day in 2022, but I think it's important for me to be clear about why anon is gone as some people send genuinely good questions that are a joy to answer using that function. If you still wish to have your ask published but don't want to post off anon, you are still welcome to directly inbox me with your questions! If you want them published without your name attached, I'm very happy to oblige :)

Anyway, now that's cleared up, I hope you're all having a spiffy day and thanks again for following, I truly appreciate all your support after all these years. Stay safe, wash your hands, eat well. ~Tal

[lilosaur]

heyyy hope your day/noon/night is going well 💕 can i request izana, kokonoi, sanzu and angry with a s/o who is a writer and specializes in mystery genre?? don't forget to take care of your health :))

yess, I was not sure if you wanted a scenario or headcanons but I felt like headcanons would fit this topic better but feel free to send in a request again for this if u wanted scenarios 🤎

୭̥⋆*｡ With An s/o Who Writes Mystery ♡‧₊˚

⟶ ticket no. 8 ɞ

w/ Kurokawa Izana | Kokonoi Hajime | Sanzu Haruchiyo | Kawata Souya

ʚ Kurokawa Izana ɞ

Izana would be the bf to want to talk to you all the time but he’d get so sad when ur writing and you ask him to be quiet.

However he understands you need peace and quietness to write so he’ll just sprawl himself out on the floor or bed and frown, patiently waiting for you to finish.

Izana tells you about minor incidents that happens with his gang to help inspire you and sometimes it really gets you thinkin. It also makes you worry about him..just a little bit.

Izana supports your writing 100% weather you publish it or not. He’s your #1 fan!

He definitely likes reading your works if you’d let him, I think his favorite genre would be mystery anyways.

If you’ve been taking too much time to write Izana will definitely just take your hand and pull you away- which isn’t really annoying since your probably worn out from writing too much :(

Same thing with if it’s too late, Izana will not let you mess up your sleeping schedule, he thinks it’s very important so when it gets too late he'll just pull you away.

He encourages you to publish your works somewhere, he actually thinks it’s pretty cool you like to write and wants to help support you.

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ʚ Kokonoi Hajime ɞ

Koko probably kind of ignore what you do but at the same time doesn’t? Like Koko wouldn’t be to engaged into your writing but would still support you.

Koko doesn’t bother you when your writing, he just wanders around the house or he’s tapping away at his phone.

However like Izana if your writing too much and it’s taking a toll on you Koko will just ask you to go out somewhere with him, maybe like a fancy restaurant for dinner/lunch. It’s his way of distracting you for a bit.

Koko doesn’t ask much about your works but he definitely listens if you’d like to tell him about what your writing. He may even comment about what he thinks of it if he's feeling extra that day lol.

Like I said Koko 100% supports your writings so if you perhaps needed a spiffy laptop to brainstorm and write on Koko's got you. He’ll use his connections to help your works become more popular too or bribe them…

If you want him to read one of your works on his own he probably would but he’d only do it when he’s bored at work, or alone at home.

Koko loves you and your writing <3

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ʚ Sanzu Haruchiyo ɞ

Sanzu is the opposite of Koko and Izana, he will be so distracting sometimes when your focusing on writing but in the nicest way possible :’)

Sanzu just wants to spend time with you whenever he can, especially since he’s been a bit busier lately.

He would probably ask you random questions when your writing like what your opinions are on something, at least sometimes it gives you ideas soo….no writers block?

Sanzu will only shut up if you yell at him, but then he’ll pout and hold it against you the rest of the day. sigh he’s a handful

He doesn’t really mind if you stay up to late writing because to be honest..he stays up even later…I mean- sometimes he doesn’t even sleep so- he has no say in it. probs pulls all nighters like 4 times a week

Sanzu definitely loves to read your works, he’s so intrigued how you can sit and type words for long periods of time so he wants to know what it’s all about. And of course he loves all your works, he’s not a big book person but you being a writer definitely made him go out and buy some other books too.

Now you two stay up late reading some nights<3

If you do publish any of your work on sites, you may get a few hate comments…and Sanzu will fight back spitting out all the roasts he has….

You just laugh and the hate comment doesn’t even get to you anymore :)

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ʚ Kawata Souya ɞ

Ah sweet Souya, he’s not like any of these other guys. Souya will patiently wait until you notice him when your writing, when you do notice him he has this worried look in his eyes and you can tell he just wants some cuddles from you. so sweet I can’t-

He always has something nice and sweet to say about your works, even if you think it’s complete shit Souya will whip out the sweetest compliment and he means it to!!

He likes reading all your works, if you don’t let him read them he might get a little sad. He just loves the thought that you created what he’s reading.

Souya always feels bad when you have writers block, he knows how much you just want to write but your mind can’t produce anything. So he tried his best to give you ideas or help you search online for inspiration.

Sometimes Souya will stand behind you while you write and observe silently. He always wonders how you type so fast?!

Souya encourages you to publish your work but if you don’t want to he won’t push it. He’ll just let you know how much he enjoys reading anything you write.

crying, sorry these are kinda short I ran out of ideas but I tried to make everyone’s a little different. Hope u enjoyed reading, remember to always follow your dream and if u get any haters Sanzu will make them disappear for u 🤎😆

[seriouslysnape]

With a student aged Sev, could you do one where the school is having a ball, and it’s girl’s choice where the girls are the ones who ask for dates. Sev hears a rumor or something that his friend that he loves has asked some other guy, so he’s devastated. In reality, that’s not true, and she’s always planned on asking him, but has just been busy. He’s all down, but then can’t believe it once she asks and is unbelievably excited and stressed over what to wear and so on. And the ending is just a lot of fluff and romance, please?

SO. CUTE. I actually got a little emotional writing this, hahahahah. 

(Below the cut) :)

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The Spring Formal

Young Severus Snape x Fem. Reader

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 2,191

“How many times have we heard things about other students that weren’t true?”

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It had been all the rage through Hogwarts for the last couple of weeks. Hogwarts was hosting a spring ball, somewhat similar to the Yule Ball that always took place in the winter. Hogwarts’ witches and wizards would dress in their most formal clothes and have the time of their lives for one night of the year. Young wizards would shake in their robes when trying to ask their witch of choice to accompany them. 

However, everyone soon learned that there was a catch. 

For this dance, the girls were to ask the boys.It was a totally different idea than everyone was used to. All the boys were on their best behavior in hopes that they could get the attention of the cute girl from their Potions or Charms class. It was a totally exciting role reversal.

The only person who wasn’t thrilled about this was young seventh year Severus Snape.

Severus had always been reserved, and everyone knew it. He kept his head lowered at all times and only spoke when spoken to (and sometimes not even that). He was textbook insecure and doubtful of everything about himself. He was sure that no girl would want to go with him, but there was one that he desperately wanted the hand of. You had been his friend for years now. You were strikingly different than he was, which is why he supposed he was just so fond of you. 

He could only ever dream of being as outgoing as you were. With this hope in mind, he found himself in your presence more than usual.He would walk you to your classes that you didn’t have together, sit next to you in the classes that you did, and even carry your books for you most days. He tried to be more talkative, striking up conversations that he normally wouldn’t. 

He would compliment your outfit and ignore the burning blush that embarrassedly appeared on his cheeks when he did so. He wanted nothing more than to go to this spring formal with you. That wish fizzled out into disappointment, however, when he heard some classmates talking in his Potions class. 

“Can you believe that she asked Remus Lupin to the dance?” A young Slytherin boy said from in front of Severus.

His friend leaned over, matching his friend’s whisper, but still loud enough that Severus could hear every unmistakable word.

“Yeah, I know. [Y/N] had the pick of the litter and that’s who she went with? It’s a bloody shame. I could’ve shown her a better time.” He sneered.

Severus felt his heart seemingly sink into his shoes. It was true that lots of wizards were hoping you’d ask them. You were rather popular after all and stunningly beautiful. Severus had just had a glimmer of hope that you would’ve seen something a little different in him. That you’d want to ask him over everybody else. He supposed he was wrong.

In his saddened focus, he accidentally tipped over his cauldron spilling the beginnings of whatever potion he had been making. The class erupted into laughter, causing the tears that were already stinging at Severus’ eyes to go spilling down his pale cheeks. He ran out of the class in a hurry, not wanting to see anyone for the rest of the day. His robes were drenched with this sticky potion, the bottoms of his shoes making this horrible squelching noise with each step he took. He was zooming through the halls to get back to the Slytherin tower, but stopped when he bumped into someone else. 

He didn’t bother with an apology, but felt his blood run cold when he saw it was you.You briefly shook your head to recover from almost getting knocked over, smiling casually when you saw it was him.

“Woah, hey, Severus!” You piped, readjusting your own robes.

Your smile faded into a frown when you saw the orange colored potion dripping from his clothes, and his reddened, glassy eyes. Before you could ask, he brushed you off and ran down the hall.

“I have to go.”

He was hurt, and now dreading going to this dance alone. He avoided you at all costs now, which you noticed was odd in comparison to the way he had been right on your heels. You tried to reach out to him, but he just gave you the cold shoulder at every attempt. The next week went by, and the more people that had dates, the more irritated Severus became. It was already bad enough that he had a hateful passion for Remus Lupin, along with his other friends that made their lives about torturing Severus. 

You were so kind, so loving. He couldn’t make sense of how you could possibly go with someone like him. The dance was only two days away now, and Severus was beginning to toy with the idea of not going at all. He didn’t want to be the only one without a date, and he definitely didn’t want to be alone all night. He sulked as he fiddled with a stick out near the Quidditch fields. 

He sometimes liked to get away from the castle when things were rough. He lazily dragged the stick through the dirt, poking at a small beetle as it scuttled by with a fellow pal.

Lucky beetle.

He sighed heavily as he continued to pout, almost not noticing the new presence that had placed themself next to him. He looked over hesitantly, and had to fight the urge to get up and leave without saying a word. But you just looked so concerned that he couldn’t bring himself to go. So he stayed put, but returned his gaze to the stick in his hand.

“Hello.” He said dryly.

“Hi,” You acknowledged him. A silence went by, so you pressed on; “You want to tell me what’s going on with you?”

“Nothing. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He lied.

You scoffed, forcing him to look at you.

“Please. You know you’ve been ignoring me. If I’ve done something, I want you to tell me.” You said almost as a plea.

Now it was his turn to scoff with a scowl.

“Why don’t you ask your boyfriend? Since he’s so interesting and all.” He barked, tossing the stick away in an aggravated manner.

You were annoyed with his tone, but more confused as to what he was he was on about. You furrowed your brows and scrunched your nose at him.

“What?” You queried, completely lost; “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“So I guess your date to the dance is just a friend?” He asked sarcastically.

You were beyond puzzled. Boyfriend? Date to the dance? Where was he coming up with this stuff?

“Severus, enough. Just tell me what you’re talking about.” You said, fed up with his guessing game.

“Lupin, [Y/N], I’m talking about Lupin.”

That’s when you felt the lightbulb go off in your head. Realization came crashing over you like an ocean wave on a shore. You had heard the rumors that you had asked Remus Lupin to the spring dance, but you denied them, considering that they weren’t true. Remus was already going with someone else, but you had wanted to ask someone else. A knowing smile crossed over your face. Severus was brutally jealous.

“Oh, Sev...” You breathed out; “I didn’t ask Remus to the dance.”

You swear you saw a shimmer of joy wipe across his dark eyes. His heart did a happy leap.

“You didn’t?” He asked softly, suddenly ashamed of how he had been acting.

“No!” You laughed, leaning your head on his shoulder as you giggled.

“But...they said that-”

“Come on, S. You should know by now how stuff gets started around here,” You pointed out; “How many times have we heard things about other students that weren’t true?”

Severus pondered on that for a second. You had a fair point. Hogwarts was notorious for meddling, gossiping kids. He was relieved, but a new question crossed his mind.

“The dance is in two days. Are you going to ask someone?” He asked, not even thinking that you might want to ask him. 

“Why else do you think I’m out here with you now?” You posed.

He paused hard, hardly believing what he was hearing. 

“You...want to go with me? Why did you wait so long to ask?” He questioned.

You were a little offended that he asked you that, but were mostly amused. You lifted your head from his shoulder and looked at him.

“Well, I’ve been trying, but you run away from me every time I try to talk to you. On top of that, I’ve been slammed with work,” You explained; “But better late than never, right?”

He agreed with a shy smile, apologizing for his behavior and making up with you. It wasn’t until you left that he felt a surge of a thrill. He had a lot of preparation to do. 

He sprinted back to his dorm and to his trunk, digging through his clothes trying to find something spiffy to wear. His outfit had to be nothing less than perfect. He liked you a lot, and he wanted to make you look good. Although, you’d look amazing with or without him in his best clothes.

He tossed pants, shirts, socks, and everything else that wasn’t good enough over his shoulder. He went through all the way to the bottom of his trunk before finding something suitable. He bounced up with relief, thankful that he found something on such short notice. He made sure to try it on to make sure that it still fit. Much to his pleasure, it did. 

After the outfit was settled, a new concern sprang to mind. Should he get you flowers? Chocolates? Maybe a present? He was sure he was overthinking everything, but he wanted to be the very best date he could be, as your friend and possible future lover. With a little help from his Herbology professor, he was able to get a hold of some flowers that would be ready the afternoon of the dance. 

He was bright with giddiness. He could barely wait for Saturday.

Saturday night came around, and Severus was shocked that he didn’t collapse when he saw you. His breath caught in his throat, he became lightheaded, and his heart raced like a car on a track. However, he was able to keep his composure and attend the dance with you. And he had the time of his life.He danced with you, laughed until his sides hurt, and he was sure that his cheeks would be permanently stuck from how much he had smiled. He never knew how amazing one person could make him feel.

By the end of the night, you both had sore feet from dancing, but happy hearts from being with one another. To get away from the hustle and bustle of everyone else, you two took a stroll around the outer perimeters of the castle. You both needed some fresh air and some quiet. 

You were both still laughing and soaking up every moment together. You had both hit a positive spot in your lives. You stopped at the edge of the lake, mesmerized by the way the half-moon was glittering on the reflection on the surface. You stood side by side, now silently looking over the water and the small ripples. 

“I had a really nice time tonight, [Y/N].” He spoke lowly, afraid for a moment that the feeling wasn’t mutual.

“Me too. I’m glad you came with me,” You replied; “This was the best night I’ve ever had.”

Suddenly, you felt a warm presence in your hand. Severus had slipped his hand into yours, entwining your fingers. 

His thoughts were racing. He thought about how everything in his life had led to tonight...this exact moment. He always wondered if everything happened for a reason. He wondered if every second of life was connected. Had his small choices determined the big things in his life? The good and the bad things? If he had made one tiny, menial different decision somewhere down the line, would that have prevented him from making it to this moment in time?

Whatever the answer was, he was glad for whatever choice brought him here.

You saw that his eyes were dead set ahead, but the blush on his cheeks were evidence that he knew exactly what was he was doing. You could tell he was nervous, and he hadn’t been the entire night. You knew what he was thinking.

 “Hey, Sev?” You called gently, his eyes diverting to you. 

“Yes?” He replied.

“Just kiss me already.” You said with a smirk.

Before he could overthink it, his lips crashed into yours. His hands went to the sides of your face as yours settled on his shoulders. A million spastic fireworks were going off in your mind, body, and soul. Severus didn’t have a great life, but always felt like he’d know the moment that his life did finally begin. 

And that moment was now.

[therappundit]

Q1 & DONE [*but then some more*]: Part 2 of the First Half of 2022’s Finest Rap Music

Folks I’m right in the eye of the storm here, bunkered down, expecting my second child to be born any hour/day now 👀👀👀 ......but in the meantime, this music has been a welcome distraction.  Hope everyone is doin’ okay over this (hopefully for most of you) holiday weekend...and peace & love to you & yours.

*And if you missed Part 1, catch up right here*:

https://therappundit.tumblr.com/post/687884232044986368/the-rap-pundits-first-half-highlights-part

****REMINDER: NEITHER PART 1 OR PART 2 ARE RANKED IN ANY PARTICULAR ORDER, JUST HOW I WAS RANDOMLY COMPILING THEM AT THE TIME …it’s crazy hard to keep track nowadays, it’s got me thinkin’ I may need to dive deeper and do a Part 3 (!?)****

“Pangea” - Coast Contra

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RnKADdMZGPU

“Blood Stain” - Consequence

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9wyQ6XbO6bM

“Bang My Shit” - Marco Plus

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YRBNXP5iqPk

“Triple Post Offense” - Jae Skeese feat. 7xvethegenius & Conway The Machine

https://bigghostlimited.bandcamp.com/track/triple-post-offense-ft-7xvethegenius-conway-the-machine

“New Hope” - ElCamino feat. Jay Worthy

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dhxIFa7hSNY

“Fronto” - toomanyflowers feat. feat. Lord Sko & Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_S3hYJ-moac

“Vic” - Teddy Faley

https://wearethekarmakids.bandcamp.com/track/vic

“Deer Friends” - Teddy Faley

https://wearethekarmakids.bandcamp.com/track/deer-friends

“Once Upon A Time In Canarsie” - Ill Bill feat. Lord Goat

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PwqJjC3zTQE

“Get A Knot” - REED

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7cYCXGLlD4

“212” - REED feat. Hunnaloe

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5-Dk4fl05Vc

“Business Man” - UFO FEV & DJ J Hart

https://ufofev.bandcamp.com/track/business-man

“EDDIE ROW” - Emilio Craig

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZJ7GOhjVeYQ&list=OLAK5uy_mRSOc1EgDDUmwmJMxEkluJ4Pexc5Sj0ow&index=9

“TERROR SQUAD ‘98” - Emilio Craig feat. RISKTAKER P & EDDIE KAINE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aze5Qv4OEy8&list=OLAK5uy_mRSOc1EgDDUmwmJMxEkluJ4Pexc5Sj0ow&index=8

“In Charlotte” - 24Lik & 392 Lil Head

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IBEXzmaJrXE

“One Two” - FNF Chop feat. YungManny

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=berFxnHqCso

“Essentials” - DetroitRap News feat. Jugg Harden

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pFbgvl614CY

“No Names” - Acito feat. SalahBabyy, Band$, Lil1700Adrian & ABM Spiffy

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bRf2VuR8kcI

“Abc” - Jizzle Buckz feat. World Tour Woo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q8d0DH011rw

“Hair Salon” - Dreamville feat. G Perico, Cozz & Reason

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vH0T6nFOSxg

“Get At Me” - FTSP RoadrunninT x Chap x 1100 Himself

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jhFmTkfsats

“Believe” - 1100 Himself & Mitchell

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JnuZ5d0Q5Yc

“80′s” - 1100 Himself & Mitchell

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pOJ4GjVZQxE

“Huge Lifestyle 2” - BabyTron feat. GTP DaiDoe

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2T6TtefE7E

“Hennessy kicked in just now when the beat started“ - RxkNephew

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KfUSAGKckdo

“Lonely Drive” - Rx Papi & Top$ide

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J1g1YAJBlJ0

“Central Dr Freestyle” - Yung Sinner

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nDQwG4isEfo

“Jungle Life” - DCG Shun x DCG Bsavv

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Or4swaUssKw

“ratchet” - B2L whale & Glock

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3k4KF-KfNiU

“Married To The Streets” - THUGGEDOUT

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UCaenNuU3zQ

“Blood Sweat & Tears” - Baby Stone Gorillas

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ctk0U89dTQ

“Step Back” - OTADueceFoe

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VrtRLiYe2Yk

“Too Deep” - Lil 9 & Pmg Dee

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=STf-2VxWVj4

“FORGIVE DON’T FORGET” - Tony Shhnow

https://soundcloud.com/snowmanservin/forgive-dont-forget-p-cardogotwings?in=snowmanservin/sets/reflexions

“Nothing 2 My Name” - Tony Shhnow feat. OJ Da Juiceman

https://soundcloud.com/snowmanservin/nothing-2-my-name-djyoungkash-new-mix-1?in=snowmanservin/sets/reflexions

“Humble” - Shawny Binladen feat. Big GLTAOW

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZFhpGGndnU

“Ghetto Metal” - Shawny Binladen

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2dd5_ui63UM&list=OLAK5uy_lLY4eF7P6MSv3MRI5UumcGQY5ksdkgEbw&index=3

“950 SCARS” - FOUR50

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hEi6nnGbnyw

“mike jones” - K$upreme

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LhinGToZsUU

“real trap n*gga” - K$upreme feat. Big Yaya

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UTNBkrlslEY

“BLADE FADE” - Dotropolis & suprchnk

https://soundcloud.com/dotropolis/blade-fade?in=dotropolis/sets/pure-water

“PEACE BE THE JOURNEY” - Dotropolis & suprchnk

https://soundcloud.com/dotropolis/peace-be-the-journey?in=dotropolis/sets/pure-water

“QUEENSBOUND N​-​TRAIN CONNECTIONS” - Lungs/LoneSword, Phiik & Cise Greeny feat. GAM

https://7deadlung7.bandcamp.com/track/queensbound-n-train-connections-feat-gam-prod-by-lonesword-2

“Nightmares And Dreams” - Your Old Droog

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K05xLv7OoUc

“Pen and Wine” - Pink Siifu & YUNGMORHPEUS feat. Chuck Strangers

https://bagtalk.bandcamp.com/track/pen-and-wine-ft-chuck-strangers-prod-iiye

“100 Acres” - Pink Siifu & YUNGMORHPEUS

https://bagtalk.bandcamp.com/track/100-acres-ft-b-cool-aid-prod-ahwlee

“CABBAGE” - Pink Siifu & YUNGMORHPEUS feat. AKAI SOLO

https://bagtalk.bandcamp.com/track/cabbage-ft-akai-solo-prod-iblss

“SEVENSUMMITS” - Obijuan & YUNGMORPHEUS

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XtTcUw6jivA

“4DUHCHILDREN” - mikem nahmir & the fades formation

https://nahmir.bandcamp.com/track/4duhchilldren

“CHALK TAWK” - mikem nahmir & the fades formation feat. MANGOPOP

https://nahmir.bandcamp.com/track/chalk-tawk-featuring-mangopop

“BLACCSKIN” - mikem nahmir & the fades formation feat. TUMI & MANGOPOP

https://nahmir.bandcamp.com/track/blaccskin-featuring-tumi-mangopop

“Hydroponics” - Sleep Sinatra x KNGKVMI feat. Jah-Monte Ogbon

https://sleepsinatra1.bandcamp.com/album/brainstormz

“Four Blocks Away” - ANKHLEJOHN

https://lordy.bandcamp.com/track/four-blocks-away-prod-scholarships

“moesh” - qu’ality

https://qualityofficial.bandcamp.com/track/moesh-prod-diego

“pendent” - qu’ality

https://qualityofficial.bandcamp.com/track/pendent-prod-mikextra

“Cleaners” - dp0mmy feat. Sylvan Lacue & Marco Plus

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n_Dnq-Rt0iE

“Cruise Control” - dp0mmy feat. Backseat [S]miles, Lokihasdied, Vince Rocket & Marco Plus

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M6v0UuIaEWU

“Options” - dp0mmy feat. Ywnlkasnb, MALCLM. & Jay Nabi

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Uvx9xFnVY0

“Zaza” - Spanish Ran feat. $auce Heist & Eddie Kaine

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dvHHgyVLuZY

“Mankind” - V Don & Sauce Heist feat. Estee Nack & Rome Streetz

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1-eDbTzzVyE

“Live Comfortable Pt. 2″ - jaH-Monte

https://kingcallis.bandcamp.com/track/live-comfortable-part-2-produced-by-fly-anakin

“Homer Simpson Shirt″ - Tokyo Cigar & August Fanon

https://tokyocigarmusic.bandcamp.com/track/homer-simpson-shirt

“Enchiridion″ - Tokyo Cigar & August Fanon

https://tokyocigarmusic.bandcamp.com/track/enchiridion

“D’evils Embrace” - Hus Kingpin feat. Doza The Drum Dealer

https://soundcloud.com/huskingpinofficial/devils-embrace-feat-doza-the?in=huskingpinofficial/sets/bjorkingpin

“Volta” - Hus Kingpin feat. Ambassador Rick

https://soundcloud.com/huskingpinofficial/volta-feat-ambassador-rick?in=huskingpinofficial/sets/bjorkingpin

“HIGH RISK HIGH REWARD” - Camden Malik

https://soundcloud.com/user-994835042/high-risk-high-reward?in=user-994835042/sets/highinthemorning

“Party Time” - Rich Jones & Iceberg Theory feat. Defcee

https://filthybroke.bandcamp.com/track/party-time-ft-defcee

“Snake Oil” - OKnice feat. Defcee

https://okniceraps.bandcamp.com/track/snake-oil-feat-defcee

“Family Tradition” - OKnice feat. SeKwence

https://okniceraps.bandcamp.com/track/family-tradition-feat-sekwence

“Steiner Math” - East Hampton Polo Boys

https://easthampton.bandcamp.com/track/steiner-math-2

“FRILL” - kingdoughmane. feat. Danie Be

https://kingdoughmane.bandcamp.com/track/frill-feat-danie-be

“CAN’T SAY” - kingdoughmane. feat. Sed G, Dom Dotta & Kyd Kye

https://kingdoughmane.bandcamp.com/track/can-t-say-feat-sed-g-dom-dotta-kyd-kye-prod-sky-lex

“COMPLACENT” - kingdoughmane. 

https://kingdoughmane.bandcamp.com/track/complacent-prod-riley-lamarre

“Ode To My Friend” - Natia

https://soundcloud.com/natia-the-god/ode-to-my-friend?in=natia-the-god/sets/newport-diaries-2

“But Not Today Though” - Natia

https://soundcloud.com/natia-the-god/but-not-today-though?in=natia-the-god/sets/newport-diaries-2

“Picking Cherries” - Ray Vaughn

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QhdOSKKfIxY

“Is What It Is” - REASON feat. Jay Rock

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6aMG6-4rlhg

“Soccer Dad” - ScHoolboy Q

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AoAAuYDepM0

“Churchill Downs” - Jack Harlow feat. Drake

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vqPIvA9ATO4

“You Don’t Know” - Kno Sadistik & Kno

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5dFqql9Tnyc

“Straight Back To It” - Central Cee

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T4lxzLd_dIY

“BEACH BLONDE” - Owijo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jqRotBOVKc8&t=99s

“felt like” - HOOK

https://soundcloud.com/ilyhook/feel-like-prod-nedarb-fifty-grand?in=ilyhook/sets/fromhook

“United Grief” - Kendrick Lamar

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tvNSXS4x9nc

“N95” - Kendrick Lamar

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XEV4x7xEprw

“Crown” - Kendrick Lamar

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eL1L287YbkQ

“Father Time” - Kendrick Lamar feat. Sampha

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=toEW7_-pvOY

“Rich Spirit” - Kendrick Lamar

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hl3-ZPg-JAA

“Savior” - Kendrick Lamar feat. Baby Keem & Sam Dew

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HTAQxUXq674

“Savior (Interlude)” - Kendrick Lamar feat. Baby Keem

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ROUFkWceDRM

“Auntie Diaries” - Kendrick Lamar

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-vrhf1P9zwc

“Mr. Morale” - Kendrick Lamar feat. Tanna Leone

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SdwEIPD1bEw

“Mother I Sober” - Kendrick Lamar feat. Beth Gibbons

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vo89NfFYKKI

[coincidenceiscancelled]

Torn

Alright so this is very lightly called my episode recap but really it's just me thirsting over a tall drink of water who is finally being dressed in clothes that show off his greatest ass-ets, (yes I'm objectifying him).

First of all, a little seriosity. He gets to keep the grey in his beard. I love that he doesn't dye it. Every episode that I watch of Walker makes me feel as if Supernatural was very restrictive in everything. Walker is allowed to be a man of certain age, who naturally, has some grey in his beard. As a grey hair truther, I was stoked.

Okay then so we begin with him coming down the stairs, his head practically brushing the ceiling, hair slicked back, dressed in well fitting jeans and a white buttoned up shirt. He looks spiffy, like he paid attention to his appearance. Liam notices, rags him a bit about it in a very 'what's the tea?' type of way.

Then follows the cutest brother-brother interaction where they basically make fun of each other for being 'spouse guys'. Personally I think Walker is a wife guy because Jared is. Hell, he was engaged twice in two years instead of just, hey, let's date a bit and see how this goes. Anyways, I digress.

So Walker looking spiffy, long legs, cute face, where's he going. Oooh, to take Twyla apartment hunting. For this trip, Twlya felt the need for a red lip coz that's what you do when you're house hunting. They get side tracked by Denise for a case and she seems to be very er...what's the word? Pressed.

She seems pressed that they're together. Gives them an assignment and they go do it.

ALL OF THIS BEFORE THE OPENING CREDITS.

Anyway...so um, you know how battle makes you horny? Twlya and Cordell are all giving each other hot looks in the car, then they go to I think Cordell's place or a hotel and Cordell is in one layer, his arms like guns, veins standing out like cords as he effortlessly lifts Twlya while being very respectful of how he grabs her ass (it's the little things yo). He throws her on the bed and climbs on top of her and...

we cut to the kids I think and Stella's totally unnecessary love triangle. The way that she moves from one guy to another is giving confused, it's giving rent don't buy, it's giving DTF not be my boyfriend. But I guess she's kidding herself.

side note: now that most of the kids are 'finishing high school' and Trey is moving to the Rangers, does that mean no more school scenes in season 3? Essentially Auggie is the only high schooler left. I hope there are if only so that the principal ( who seems very excited to have that job on twitter) doesn't lose his job and I think Walker should date the science teacher. Reeaallly lean into the 'community peen' aspect of being a single hot dad. C'mon Walker, your slut era is right there waiting for you.

Baack to Cordi and Twlya entwined on the bed, chest glistening with sweat, hair unkempt (Cordi's. Twlya's not so much) and they're trading war stories. Twlya brings up what should be obvious to everyone and their grandmother. Cordi should not have lost that race.

Well, true to his "I only know monogamy" personality, Cordi decides to introduce Twyla to his son after a convo with Geri who is straddling the line between ex and friend and doing a fairly shit job at both. She's in her confusion era. We'll give her time to realize that she already had a family. But if she wants this new one at the expense of the old one well...

So Cordi introduces Twyla and Auggie who ain't feeling it at all. Twyla sees it at once.

hold up.

wait.

back up.

We forgot to mention the roses. Because Cordi doesn't do things by halves, he comes back to Twyla's during the day with a bouquet of roses. Now since I'm sure Duke never gave her so much as a twig, she's naturally puzzled at this gesture.

"Let's make this day 0." Cordi says.

She's skeptical. It's obvious. But he's being romantical and sweet. Ain't no girl saying no to that.

But you can see the doubt in her eyes...

Anyway so back to them later that night, with Auggie not feeling this we're dating vibe. Cordi is about to just go ahead and introduce Twyla as his girlfriend but she interrupts and says yeah, you right. Me n' your dad could never be anything.

And Cordi's heart is stomped on once again.

The rest is just aftermath stuff. Twyla leaves. Cordi is sad. He wants to be in a relationship so bad.

Anyway, back home, his long legs on the couch, a fire burning in the grate, Liam comes home. They exchange 'did you get laid' info. One huge peeve I have to point out is that we don't see Liam and Ben on their picnic. Hopefully we'll get to see them hold hands, kiss, fling each other on beds and have hot gay sex with each other...PG13ly of course.

And finally we get to the question we all know the answer to; Did the Davidsons cheat???

Phew, and that's the end of this recap.

[thevindicativevordan]

On Supergirl

Figured I should put up my thoughts about Kara in the wake of her first film appearance being announced, and the final season of her TV show fast approaching. Short version is: Kara is very cool and DC needs to stop messing with her. 

My Introduction to Kara

I was introduced to Kara the way most millennials/Gen Zers were I imagine, via the Loeb Superman/Batman arc which brought the traditional Kara Zor-El Supergirl take into Post-Crisis continuity, after years of DC attempting to have a “Supergirl” without violating the editorial mandate that Kal needed to be the literal “Last Son of Krypton” (an example of one of the dumb ways DC fucked Kara over). Story goes that one day Dan Didio was in line at the Superman ride at Six Flags (I love that ride even though it’s stolen my glasses every time I’ve ridden it, even when I left them in a locker!). The ride had signs that talked about various Superman characters. Didio was reading the entry for Supergirl where it talked about her not being Clark’s cousin but instead some weird merge of alien shapeshifter, angel, and human girl, and he realized how fucking stupid that was, and he went back to the office and told Loeb to bring Kara back. 

Years later I would also be standing in line at the Six Flags Superman ride (probably at a different park location but who knows?) as a youngster and would read the new Supergirl sign that trumpeted that Superman had a cousin who shared all his powers, an update reflecting the new Loeb origin. I thought she sounded pretty cool, made a note to see if my library had any Supergirl stories next time I visited, then got on the Superman ride and promptly lost my glasses like an idiot because I wanted to take them off while I was riding and pretend I was changing from my “disguise” into Superman mid flight. My dad grounded me for this afterwards, but it gave me a funny story to tell at family get togethers and isn’t that what Six Flags is all about?

A month later (and with spiffy new glasses), my mom dropped me off at a new library next to where she worked, and they had one of the best Superman collections I’ve ever seen to this day. I was in heaven and while reading every Superman book I could find (I couldn’t check them out because I didn’t have a card, my mom’s card didn’t cover the area the library was in, and my mom wouldn’t have checked them out anyway since comics were “too violent”), I found the trade collecting Kara’s new origin. I read it and I thought both she and Superman were really cool, and Batman was a  punk who had to beat Darkseid by cheating, the loser. Turner’s art to my young eyes was the best I had ever seen, and the panels got engraved into my brain. 

I still get downright nostalgic whenever I see Turner Superman or Supergirl stuff. I also got my parents to rent the animated movie adaption of the Superman/Batman arc from Blockbuster (remember those?), and that sealed the deal. Seeing Kara hold her own against Darkseid convinced me she was as cool as her cousin. Next time my mom dropped me off at the library next to her workplace, I went looking for Supergirl stuff to read. I found the first volume of her new volume by Joe Kelly taking place after the Loeb arc and dove in.

It was... weird. 5 years later I might have enjoyed it but at the time I was majorly put off. Kara took a secret identity for a day and then ditched it because it was “stupid” and the kids bullied her. She was always getting into fights with Kal, and there was this weird plot that I couldn’t follow about how her dad had sent her to kill Kal, maybe or maybe not? Also she could grow crystals which I thought was dumb, and said she was stronger than her cousin which I couldn’t buy for a second given he looked like he was carved out of marble, and she looked like she relied on sunlight instead of food. I put the volume back on the shelf and kinda gave up on reading the character after that for a while. 

I followed her via the DC wiki updates just like I did Superman, and everything I read seemed dumb and convoluted. She was split in two, moped around a lot, made out with an alternate version of her cousin, and basically just flopped about the same way the rest of the Superfamily did during the 00s. Nothing made me think I had made a mistake dropping Kara until I read the latest update to her wiki page.

I was super into what I was reading about the Busiek/Johns era of Superman online. Lex was back and making a big revenge scheme that involved all the other Rogues! Old Superman Rogues were getting revamped and made cool again! Johns reintroduced Brainiac and made him a big threat, with Kal and Kara teaming up to fight him! Busiek was revamping Prankster and telling big ambitious Superman stories! For the first time in a long while, the consensus on the Internet was that Superman was good again. My “home” library had zero Marvel books and no Superman or Batman books, all their DC stuff was Flash or Green Lantern, mainly written by Johns. Insane to think back on now. My hopes that because Johns was involved with Superman, Superman books would show up at my library were fulfilled. They started bringing in Busiek and Johns collections, and someone there also ordered Sterling Gates’ first volume of Supergirl, and I checked everything out since I was old enough to have my own library card, and my parents were worried more about the violent video games I was playing rather than comics.

I read everything and loved it. I also really liked Gates’ take on Kara. She was still an imperfect teenager but she wasn’t insufferably angsty or constantly fighting with Kal. She was going to give the secret identity another try and Lana had “adopted” her. It’s funny remembering how I enjoyed all that given my current thoughts on how Kara should work, but it was great at the time. I liked Gates introducing new foes for Kara, some classic Superman Rogues adapted for her like Bizzarogirl, others crafted specifically for her like Reactron. Gates’ basically rekindled my enjoyment of Kara the same way Busiek & Johns rekindled my enjoyment of Superman.

Of course it ended terribly like everything Superman-related seems to.

I’ve got a whole post I want to do about New Krypton and what came after. In short that is the most blatant example of “hitting the reset button” that I’ve ever seen. All the potential got wasted, and afterwards everything except Lex’s Action Comics stuff just didn’t appeal to me. Gates got booted off Kara for Nick Spencer who ended up leaving himself later, a promising Teen Titans line-up with Kara on it didn’t happen, and the last proper Pre-Flashpoint Superfamily story was a crappy team-up with Doomsday against Bigger Doomsday (thank God for Cornell’s final Luthor/Superman confrontation at least). When news of the reboot arrived, I was honestly happy. The Superline needed an enema.

Controversial opinion time: I liked New 52 Supergirl. It’s weird because a lot of the stuff I hated about Kelly’s run was here, and a lot of the stuff I loved about the Gates’ run was not. This was angry, moody, emotional Kara again, fighting with Kal and not fond of Earth. But I was in my teens at this point, and I didn’t want happy go-lucky Superman or Supergirl. I wanted my heroes angry, scared of the future, ready to go out there and smash some cars. Morrison’s Action Comics was 100% my jam (still is once I really understood the deeper meaning beneath the work) and this Kara felt like a natural fit for this universe. Plus we got Asrar on art and that guy made it damn pretty to look at, lots of cool science fiction stuff going on, even with the dumb H’el storyline.

I loved all the new Rogues Kara got. I loved her new Fortress under the ocean. I loved how traumatized she was by the loss of Krypton, that she wanted more than anything to go home, that her cousin was like a stranger to her since they had been apart for so long. I found all of that incredibly relatable. A lot of the New 52 Supergirl stories might have been schlock but it was my type of schlock damnit, and I enjoyed it!

I kept with her New 52 series all the way through the Red Daughter Saga (which I loved). As someone who grew up on Johns GL (since that was the only comics my home library had), seeing a Supercharacter join a Lantern Corp was the hypest thing ever. I loved the finale about Kara finally letting go of her anger and losing the ring while smashing her foe into the sun, it was incredibly cathartic for me as an angry teen myself. I finally stopped following her series sometime after since I was no longer enjoying the Superline or really DC as a whole. It wasn’t until I heard that New 52 Superman died and the “old” Superman was back, that I checked back into DC.

DC Rebirth & How I Think Kara Should Work

I did not enjoy Supergirl Rebirth, and I think I’ll talk about my problems with it alongside how I think Kara as a character should work since the two are related. A pet peeve of mine that has formed over the years is this: I don’t like it when Superfamily members get turned into Clark clones. Kon wearing glasses and going to Smallville High. Kara going to high school and being involved in journalism. Jon more or less being written as a copy of his dad personality-wise. I hate that kind of stuff because it’s boring. What’s the point of a Superfamily if everyone is just copying Clark? It also doesn’t fit the characters especially in Kara’s case. Why the hell does she want to be a journalist? Were there journalists on Krypton? I don’t remember ever seeing one! Shouldn’t she want to be, I dunno, a scientist? That seems to have been the El family tradition, wouldn’t she have been groomed for that?

This one-off by Shea is honestly the only acceptable outcome for Kara going into journalism for me. She realizes she’s just copying her cousin and switches to something she wants to do. So Orlando copying the show, which already basically turned Kara into an expy of her cousin, just did not appeal to me at all. What had worked for me under Gates way back when was not clicking for me this time. I wanted to see Kara embody the principles of the S-shield in a different way than her cousin did. So I really enjoyed when Rebirth ended and we moved into the Bendis era with Andrekyo relaunching the title as Kara in space.

Kara in space has always felt like a good fit for me. Unlike Kal I’ve come to believe that Kara really shouldn’t be all that fond of Earth. For him it’s home, but for her it’s just where she ended up after her real home got destroyed. I think Kara works well as a sort of nomad, occasionally making stops back home to Earth to check on her cousin, but otherwise? She’s more comfortable out in space than she could ever be on Earth. Out in space she can be Kryptonian (which is what she should think of herself as in contrast to Clark being torn between his Kryptonian biology and human upbringing, and Jon/Kon identifying as human), be her true self, not have to pretend to be human to fit in. Kara founding a moon refuge was one of the best ideas for her that I’ve seen, I would love if DC made her Future State refugee center on the moon canon. I’m excited for more Kara adventures in space with the upcoming Tom King story.

Also love that her and Krypto are getting tied together, if they don’t want to use Krypto in Superman’s stuff, let her have him! Bring on cosmic adventurer Supergirl!

Personality & Other Traits

Kara to me should be more hot-tempered than her cousin. All the Superfamily members should have a temper in my opinion, I see that as the “Deadly Sin” of Superman and his family. But while Kal is like a simmering pot that will explode if it’s left cooking for too long, Kara is like dynamite. Light her fuse at your own peril because she will go off on you.

I also like the idea of Kara being rash. Kal’s got a maturity that came from over a decade of having to live with Lex Luthor constantly getting away with all his evil schemes. He’s patient because he’s been forced to be. Kara? If you ask for her help she’ll give it, but beware because she doesn’t really care about the long term impacts of her decisions. She’s an invulnerable teenager after all.

Really liked that Venditti Annual where Kara got tutored in history by a reincarnation of Hawkman. Kara having a passion for history is a neat trait, would be nice to see her teach Kal or Jon some Kryptonian lore, or have her lead a Kryptonian holiday celebration for the Superfamily because she’s the only one who remembers how to do it. 

Sexuality wise I know a lot of people ship Kara and Lena on account of the chemistry between the two in the show. I haven’t watched the show myself but I’m fine with making Kara bisexual, the Superfamily could use some LGBT+ rep, and Lena hasn’t done anything of worth as a villain, so undo that and throw the two together. If we’re letting Harley and Ivy get away with murder I think we can let Lena off the hook too, undo the Ultrawoman weirdness and put the two together. Could be fun seeing the two building that moon refuge together.

All in all I think Kara is a great character who is a stronger embodiment of the immigrant experience than even her cousin in some ways. I hope King does a good job with her, she’s treated better than her cousin on the film side, and that overall the 20s are a better decade for Supergirl than the 10s were.

[dreamiehrs]

a Christmas miracle ➛ z.cl

genre: fluff, comedy/crack, bestfriend!chenle, gender neutral reader, hurt/comfort somewhat

pairing: zhong chenle x reader

word count: 2,588 words

warning(s): some swearing

summary: Christmas had been the same old same old holiday for you and your family for plenty of years now, fully embracing the tradition of meeting up with family, exchanging presents, and enjoying each other’s presence on Christmas day. however, this year seemed to feel quite different, with your family quite literally forgetting that Christmas even existed, and with you all stuck in your apartment alone in the snowy city, you weren’t so sure what you were going to do for Christmas this year. unbeknownst to you, though, your sneaky best friend had a trick up his sleeve, and he was determined to make this Christmas one you’ll remember forever.

note: this is a part of mylin’s @suh-insane​ and sunny’s @neocitybynight​ Walking in a Winter Wonderland collab! this is my first time participating in a collab solely for Christmas, so I hope you all enjoy this fic of mine! Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates it! I hope you all have an amazing and safe Christmas this year, and I just wanted to let you all know that I appreciate and love you guys so so SO much! (and to the people who don’t celebrate it, I still hope you all have a wonderful day nonetheless!)

prompts chosen: “when we finally kiss goodnight how I’ll hate going out in the storm! but if you’ll really hold me tight all the way home I’ll be warm.” + “that’s what Christmas memories are made from. they’re not planned; they’re not scheduled. nobody puts them in their blackberry. they just happen.”

for the past few months, time seemed to fly by without leaving a trace behind, and before you knew it, it was already Christmas day. if it was any other year, you would’ve woken up earlier, around 6 AM to be precise, and start your trek to your parents house with their gifts in hand. however, since your parents and the rest of your family got caught up in other ordeals, and quite literally forgot that Christmas even existed, you had woken up quite later than 6 AM. 9 AM, if you were being specific.

you had still bought your family presents for Christmas, of course, and took the time to wrap them and spiffy them up yourself with various different kinds of Christmas wrapping paper you’ve collected over the years as a pro wrapper (in actuality, it was just your mother giving you extra wrapping paper when she accidentally bought too much, so you weren’t entirely a pro wrapper, per se). what you were trying to say is that you put a lot of thought into buying and decorating presents for your family, and you were sort of down about how you wouldn’t be able to give them their presents in person this year.

basically, what you were trying to get across is that you quite literally had no plans for Christmas this year, and you were probably going to spend your entire day wailing away in your apartment.

nonetheless, you pulled yourself out of bed after being in deep thought for thirty minutes straight, and decided to actually not wail away in your apartment for the rest of the day. it was time to be festive, you thought to yourself, as you slowly made your way around your room to move your curtains aside to let some sunlight seep in. although you were in a brooding mood, you didn’t entirely want your room to reflect that.

you huff to yourself as you slide your feet against the carpet floor, swinging open your closet doors and glancing over all of your clothes, none of them really catching your attention. you sigh before closing both of your closet doors dramatically, turning around and heading towards your dresser. you can faintly hear your phone buzz on your nightstand as you pull on one of the knobs on one of your dresser drawers that contains your pajama pants. you grab a random pair of snug pajama pants and opt to keep the same pajama shirt you wore to bed last night on before heading to the bathroom to change.

after taking some time to get dressed and brush your teeth, you finally exit your bathroom and toss the pajama shorts you wore last night in your hamper. you snatch your phone and stash it in your pocket before making your way towards your miniature kitchen. you promptly grab your kettle and fill it up with water, waiting for it to reach the third line before placing it on your stove. you move the dial until its exactly on high temperature, and you’re about to start to make yourself breakfast until you feel your phone buzz in your pocket.

fed up with how active your phone had been for the past thirty minutes, you finally fish your phone out of your pocket and lean against the counter next to your stove.

your phone contained the usual notifications, such as Instagram likes, Team Snapchat sending you a Christmas snap, your best friend chenle spamming your phone- wait, your best friend chenle spamming your phone? that was FAR from your usual notifications, and you were honestly quite surprised that he was contacting you on Christmas day this year. he’s usually spending it with his family all day, and never texts you back until he gets back home, which is around eight PM.

without thinking, you unlock your phone and tap on the messages icon, and your jaw almost drops when you see how many messages he sent you within the past few hours. since 6 AM, chenle has sent you over one hundred messages, and for once, you were grateful that you were a heavy sleeper, because if you were a light sleeper and woke up to every single one of his messages, you would’ve lost your mind.

you [9:45 AM]: please chenle what do you WANT FROM ME

lele the dumdum [9:45 AM]: WOW YOU’VE FINALLY WOKEN UP FROM UR DEEP SLUMBER

lele the dumdum [9:45 AM]: I THOUGHT U WERE NEVER GOING TO WAKE UP

lele the dumdum [9:46 AM]: took u long enough smh

you [9:46 AM]: ...is this really how you’re going to treat me on Christmas day??

lele the dumdum [9:46 AM]: I treat you like this all the time. what makes you think that today’s gonna be any different?

you [9:47 AM]: …

lele the dumdum [9:47 AM]: anyways… MY GORGEOUS WONDERFUL BESTIE WHAT DO U HAVE PLANNED FOR CHRISTMAS TODAY

lele the dumdum [9:48 AM]: DO ANY OF UR PLANS INVOLVE ME POTENTIALLY COMING OVER??? O.O

you [9:48 AM]: is this why you’ve been spamming my phone SINCE 6 AM!?!?!

you [9:48 AM]: also why were you awake at 6 am anyways

you [9:49 AM]: did your crush finally text you back or are you still drowning in loneliness like usual

lele the dumdum [9:50 AM]: I don’t even have a crush??? who told you that false information

you [9:50 AM]: the little elves running around my house whispered it in my ear last night

lele the dumdum [9:51 AM]: I think you’re going to delusional

you [9:51 AM]: I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case at this point

lele the dumdum [9:51 AM]: MOVING ON

lele the dumdum [9:52 AM]: WHAT DO U HAVE PLANNED

lele the dumdum [9:52 AM]: I NEED TO KNOW THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT

you [9:53 AM]: me planning to wail in sorrow all day is very important to you??

lele the dumdum [9:53 AM]: ...excuse me what?? UR GOING TO WAIL IN SORROW ALL DAY ON CHRISTMAS DAY!?!?

lele the dumdum [9:54 AM]: this is not acceptable. I am coming over right now to spread some of my FESTIVENESS AND JOLLINESS with you :D

you [9:55 AM]: chenle you really don’t have to-

lele the dumdum [9:55 AM]: TOO BAD IM OMW RN AS WE SPEAK

you [9:56 AM]: at least bring some festivities, games, and snacks with you 🙄

lele the dumdum [9:56 AM]: oh shit you have a point

lele the dumdum [9:57 AM]: BRB ILL BE THERE IN 30

you knew that once chenle had made his mind up about something, he wasn’t going to change it that easily, so it would be futile to try and stop him now. you don't bother replying to his last message, and you shove your phone back in your pocket a few moments before your kettle whistles. you move on from chenle tormenting you for twelve minutes straight and make yourself some tea and breakfast instead.

it was now around 10:30 AM, and you had just finished digesting your breakfast when you feel your phone buzz in your pocket again. you were lying down on your small, beige couch, with your cold tea sat on the coffee table a few feet away. you were still in your pajamas, with no intent of changing into actual clothes anytime soon.

once again, you fish your phone out of your pocket to see what nonsense chenle was texting you this time.

lele the dumdum [10:31 AM]: open up, bitch

you [10:31 AM]: I thought I gave you a spare key??

lele the dumdum [10:32 AM]: shit I forgot it

lele the dumdum [10:32 AM]: anyways OPEN UP

you lazily lift yourself up from off of your couch, grasping your mug of cold tea on the way to the door. you take your time unlocking your door, halfly because you felt like annoying chenle, and halfly because you were just over today in general.

the first thing that stands out to you once you swing open your front door is how different your outfit looks compared to chenle. he was all bundled up with plenty of layers to keep him warm while adventuring the city, and meanwhile you adorned white and pink striped pajamas with socks on. you also noticed that he had a dark grey bookbag on his back, and was holding two full bags in his hands.

the two of you stare at each other for a few more seconds until chenle breaks the silence with: “I think this is the most I’ve seen you look like a complete old person. there have been other times, but the old person persona is just jumping out at me right now.”

you roll your eyes. “don’t say that when you yourself have dressed up as an old person before.”

“yeah, yeah,” he brushes you off, passing by you to slip his shoes off and to take off his five hundred layers. “it doesn’t matter whether you look like an old person, it mainly matters whether you have the spirit of an old person, you know?”

“I cannot comprehend your words this early in the morning. we can have a conversation about whether I act like an old person later.” you say as you watch him remove his large, dark green jacket and place it onto your coat rack. you can hear him scoff at your remark, and you grin as you see the corners of his mouth lift up slightly.

“early in the morning? y/n it’s only-” he pauses to check his phone “10:32 AM. that’s early for you?”

“I woke up at 9 AM, you dum.”

“oh,” he swivels around to face you after taking his shoes off and removing all of his additional layers. “makes sense, I guess. you’ve only been awake for an hour and a half, so you’re probably not fully awake yet. I mean, I’ve been awake since 6 am, and I’m bursting with energy compared to you.”

you give him a deadpan expression in response to what he said, and he can’t help but burst out laughing at your reaction. he steps up beside you and pats your shoulder gently. “well, besides that, I’m gonna be the one who helps you burst with energy like I am right now! follow me!” he whisper-shouts a few inches away from your ear, and you can feel his hand leave your shoulder and grasp your right hand in a matter of seconds.

he leads you back towards your couch, and even somehow manages to help you set your mug down even though he has bags in his hands. the two of you plop down on your couch, and you almost melt at how soft and comfortable your couch was. you closed your eyes for a few seconds as chenle rustled through his bags beside you, and you don’t know how much time has passed when chenle starts to snap his fingers at you.

“y/n, I am not going to deal with your sleepy ass right now. I spent around forty minutes scurrying around the city to find things to lift your mood, and I am not going to let those forty minutes go to waste just because you’re tired.”

you groan and roll to the other side, facing away from chenle. “just five more minutes…”

surprisingly, you’re met by silence in response to your wish of wanting five more minutes of rest, but that silence doesn’t last when you feel something cold touch your face.

you screech and immediately open your eyes to witness chenle pressing an ice cube onto your forehead. you swat the ice cube off of your forehead as quick as you can, and stare up at chenle like he’s gone completely mad. “what was that for?”

he grins proudly. his plan had worked. “awake now? great. now, help me figure out what we should do first.”

“I think you’ve gone mad. I cannot believe you just woke me up by pressing an ice cube onto my forehead.” you complain, still feeling the coldness of the ice cube on your forehead. when you finally move to face him now, you see that he had brought plenty of things for you two to entertain yourselves.

“I could’ve done worse things, like dip my hand into freezing water and press it against your face, but I was feeling generous today, so I decided to spare you the pain.”

you scoff. “right. anyways, what’d you bring?”

he glances at you excitedly before getting into it. “well, I brought plenty of snacks, some fizzy drinks, some board games, some movies I rented that we could watch together, some candy, etc. I honestly brought everything that I thought you would like with me, so I really hope all of this is enough to make your Christmas day a little bit more festive. I may have also bought you a present, but besides that… let’s get this party started! ...y/n?”

he tears his gaze away from the couch to up to your face, and you don’t entirely register that you’re crying until a few minutes after staring into his eyes. “oh, I’m sorry… I just… I’m just really grateful that you decided to come all this way to cheer me up on Christmas day, and you brought so many things with you as well to make me feel better so… thank you, chenle.”

he beams at you even though he can feel a tear threatening to fall from his left eye, and instead of letting you see him cry as well, he quickly wraps his arms around your figure, bringing you into a tight hug. “of course, y/n. you know I’d do anything for you, right? if you’re down, I’m going to cheer you up in some way, shape, or form, and if you feel like watching the world burn, then I’ll be right by your side.”

“awh, stop it, you’re going to make me cry even more.” you faintly hit his back with your hand, and he giggles as a few tears fall down his face.

the two of you stay like that for a good five more minutes, which is enough time for chenle to regain his composure and act like he didn’t shed a few tears in the process. he slowly leaves your grasp, taking a good look at your face and wiping some tears off of your face with his thumb. “you know what I think will make you feel better?”

you grin. “what?”

he smiles before swiveling around to rustle through his bookbag, and your eyes widen when you finally process what he’s up to.

the next moment happens so quickly you can barely register that it’s happening. chenle swivels around with two nerf guns in his hands, throws you one that lands perfectly in your arms, and declares: “me completely destroying you in a nerf gun battle will make you feel better.” before he releases fire on you.

you shriek as you run across your apartment, trying to avoid the plastic bullets that chenle was littering your apartment with. eventually, he does win the battle, and it does make you feel better in the end, but let’s not mention that or else his ego will run wild, alright?

[favefandomimagines]

The Day He Was Waiting For (e.b.)

Summary: it’s the best day of bucks’s life.

AN: i love 911, it literally has taken over my entire life, the spin off included and Buck owns my heart. i’m not expecting this to blow up but i needed to share my love for Evan Buckley. and thanks to Vanderpump Rules, i’m in dream wedding mode so forgive me. 

Buck stood in front of the mirror in his room, straightening out the fancy suit he was wearing.

“Well don’t you look spiffy.” Eddie said entering the room. Buck chuckled lightly as he adjusted the tie. “How do I look?” He asked his best friend.

Eddie smiled happily before replying. “You look real handsome. Never thought I’d see you in a suit like this.” He answered. “Today’s the day. How do you feel?” Eddie added. “I’m ready for the rest of my life to start.” Buck replied.

“And that’s about to happen in ten minutes.” Eddie said. “Buck, are you ready?” Maddie asked before she got a good look at her little brother. Tears began to well in her eyes as she looked at Buck. “Maddie, don’t. Don’t cry yet, the wedding hasn’t even started.” He said. “I’m sorry, it’s just my baby brother is getting married.” She replied, going to hug Buck. 

“Guys, Buck has to be standing at the alter in less than five minutes or Y/N is going to lose it.” Eddie interrupted. Buck let out a short breath as he finalized his appearance. 

Maddie left the room, Buck and Eddie following behind. 

Chimney, Bobby and Hen were already sitting in their seats at the venue when Buck walked up towards the alter. “Never thought I’d see the day where Buck was getting married.” Chim joked. “But if he were to marry anyone it would be Y/N.” Hen added. 

“You need to be standing at the alter. Y/N is ready to go behind those doors.”  Maddie interjected. 

Buck’s heart began to race as he took his place at the front of the room. He never imagined he would be getting married at 28 but there he was. Standing in a fancy suit, in front of all the people he cared about who loved the two of you. 

On the other side of the doors, you were pacing slightly as you waited for your bouquet. Maddie had it in a vase for you so the flowers wouldn’t wilt just yet.

“Why are you pacing? Are you gonna run?” Your friend and maid of honor asked you. “No, I’m not going to run. I’m just nervous but the good kind of nervous. Maddie is getting the bouquet.” You answered. “Here it is! I have it!” Maddie called, handing you your bouquet. You took it gratefully as your maid of honor was fixing your veil and you were smoothing out your dress.

“Are you ready?” Maddie asked. “Oh I’ve been ready.” You said with a small laugh. Before you could even take a step towards the wooden doors, Eddie comes through panting. “What the hell is going on?” You asked. “Your uncle and Buck’s uncle are uh, sparring.” Eddie answered. 

You saw Buck and Bobby trying to pull the two grown men from each other You clenched your jaw and pushed Eddie out of the way before stomping down the aisle towards your fighting relatives. 

“Okay, stop!” You yelled. “This is supposed to be a wedding. My wedding. And I don’t want you two fighting over your difference in football teams at my wedding. So if there is one more punch thrown before this ceremony even starts, I will have you arrested. Our officiate is a cop after all.” You ranted. 

The room fell silent as you let out a frustrated sigh. You looked over at Buck and saw that his hand was over his eyes so he wouldn’t see you in your wedding dress. “Buck, why are you covering your eyes?” You asked. “It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding with our track record of disastrous events, I’m not taking any chances.” He explained. 

People began to chuckle as you smiled to yourself. “Well then I don’t want to keep you waiting.” You spoke. 

After you regrouped and everyone was calm and collected, the music played and everyone stood up. The doors opened and you and Bobby walked down the aisle. 

Bobby was giving you away because he was like family for as long as you’ve known him and sadly, your dad passed away during 9/11. Ever since you brought Buck home to meet your mother, she always thought that your dad helped whatever higher power there was, to put the two of your together. 

Buck saw you and he felt like the whole world stopped spinning. No matter how cliche it sounds, it was like everyone watching just disappeared and it was just you and him. 

He cleared his throat and told himself not to cry because of his pride. But then he thought screw his pride, and let a couple of stray tears fall. 

You hugged Bobby when you got to the alter and handed Maddie your bouquet. She was your maid of honor because you didn’t have sisters and Maddie was always closest to you. 

The ceremony went as usual until it came for the two of you to read your vows. Buck went first and pulled a piece of paper out of his jacket pocket. 

“Y/N, when I met you, you were just the girl I had a crush on. The funny, beautiful, independent but stubborn girl. My mom always told me that the one was going to find me unexpectedly. And you were definitely unexpected. But in the best way possible. You changed my life and made me believe in love again. When I look at you, I see my future. I see us in a house in the suburbs with the dog you’ve always wanted. I see you being the mother of my children and I see us spending the rest of our lives together. We’ve been through hell and back and we ended up here. Because we were supposed to end up here. I love you, Y/F/N Y/L/N and I can’t wait until we have the same last name.” Buck finished. 

You were trying your best not to smear your makeup because you still had pictures to take after the ceremony. 

“I had a hole in my heart for 18 years. A missing piece that I thought would always be there. I didn’t smile the same, laugh the same, act the same. But then I met you, Buck and you changed everything. You make me happy in a way no one else can. You’re the reason why I’m smiling again. And the best part is, you don’t even have to try to make me smile. You do that by simply loving me. My mom always said that my dad was helping whatever higher power there is and drove us together. He would want me to be with a firefighter,” You started. People chuckling at your comments about your dad.

“Evan Buckley you are my moon, my stars and everything in between and I will spend the rest of my life loving you.” You finished. 

There wasn’t a dry eye in the place after the two of exchanges vows. 

Buck looked at you as you smiled and was just hoping that the officiator would hurry up so he could kiss you. 

“Can I kiss her yet?” Buck asked. Everyone laughed at his question, you included. “Not yet. We’re getting there.” Athena said. 

Athena was officiating your wedding because you and Buck shared her in common when you started dating. You were a doctor at the hospital and ran into both of them numerous times. It was only a matter of time before you did something about it. 

“Now, Do you Evan Buckley, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer keeping yourself unto her for as long as you both shall live?” She continued. “I do.” Buck answered. 

“Do you Y/F/N Y/L/N, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer keeping yourself unto him for as long as you both shall live?” Athena asked you. “I do.” You answered. 

“The rings please.” Athena asked. 

Maddie stepped forward and handed you Buck’s ring while Eddie handed Buck your wedding band.

“Now Buck, repeat after me: With this ring, I thee wed, and pledge you my love, now and forever. ” Athena said. “Y/N, with this ring I thee wed, and pledge my love now and forever.” Buck repeated as he slid the ring on your finger. “Y/N, repeat after me: Evan, with this ring I thee wed, and pledge my love now and forever.” She said. 

You repeated his words and slid the silver ring on Buck’s finger. “By the power vested in me by the State of California, I now pronounce you Husband and Wife. You may now kiss the bride!” Athena finished. 

“About damn time.” Buck commented before kissing you deeply. The guests cheered and applauded as you and Buck sealed your marriage. 

When the two of you parted, he took your hand and the two of you walked back down the aisle. Ready to start the rest of your lives together. 

[modern-fae-female]

Words of Enchantment

Hello! So this is a Lucien x OC story, since I am practically in love with him. Any other stories I have written are discontinued as I do not like them and didn’t have time to finish them. Now that I am on summer I hope to finish this one! Eleanor dearly loved her grandfather, so when she opened up her shop, she made sure it had all of the little things he loved. The little bits of his soul. Books for his love of reading, a small bakery that had his favorite treats, maps hung up to show his yearn for travel, pins from his collection, and crystals from the stories he told Eleanor growing up about their healing powers. Eleanor was much like her grandfather, in the sense that she loved these things as well, but none as much as her grandfather himself.

 When he was killed due to a rade from Amarantha’s soldiers, Eleanor was heartbroken. They lived more on the outskirts of the city, where they believed would be safer during her reign. Sadly her army still traveled and raided their town, causing many deaths including her grandfather. Eleanor was heartbroken, moved through life as a ghost for months, and didn't know how to live without him. Finally when Amarantha’s reign was over, and the Day Court was being restored back to its glory, Eleanor decided to open her  shop in honor of him. People who went there often didn’t know it was based on her grandfather, but she didn’t need them to. She knew and that was enough.

  Eleanor often prided herself on knowing exactly what her customers needed. Whether it was a type of book, a pastry to lift up their mood, a map to help them travel, a pin as a present to someone, or a crystal to help them heal. Eleanor seemed to know exactly what they needed, that was until a man with fiery red hair walked into her store.  Eleanor’s shop, Words of Enchantment, was never very busy, much to her content. She preferred to have her peace and calm and not deal with chaos. That was why she loved to live out here with her grandfather. 

The town was fairly small, most people knew one another and would keep to themselves, that was except her best friend Winnie. Winnie had a talent for getting into other people's business and reporting it all back to Eleanor. That’s why she wasn’t surprised when Winnie was the first to tell her about High Lord Helion naming Lucien Vanserra his heir to the throne. Eleanor was surprised to hear that the son of Autumn was actually Helion’s son and would be training there at the Day Court to one day take over the throne. To Eleanor, Helion seemed like a great leader to them, and she could only believe that Lucien would too. Nothing changed in their town after the announcement. Fae continued to live their lives, coming in and shopping at Worlds of Enchantment.

 “Eleanor, Eleanor, you will never believe what I just found out!” Winnie came yelling into Eleanor’s apartment above the shop. This was a common occurrence for her to break in to tell her news. 

“Yes Winnie, what is happening in the world now.”

 “Lord Lucien and some members of the Day Court are traveling around the outskirts of the court and are going to stop by our town!” This perked up Eleanor’s attention. Since they never had trouble and were far away from the main cities, people from the court never came here. Why were they now?

“Really, what for?”

“Apparently Lord Lucien wanted to ensure towns like ours on the outskirts were doing ok after Amarantha’s reign and is making a point to stop into towns like ours and check in.” 

“He is probably trying to get good with us so we will like him when he is named High Lord.”

 “Do you always have to think so logically? Yes he probably is, but still. We never get Lords here. Can you imagine how handsome he is. I mean coming from the Autumn and Day court, wow.” Eleanor chuckled at this, Winnie often liked to be the romance in everything. Eleanor preferred to read it in her books. 

“Well, when will they be arriving?”

“I don’t know the exact day, but I believe it will be sometime next week. Oh, we have so much to prepare to make the town look good. We need to look good as well. We need to spiffy up the shops, buy new outfits, maybe try a new hairstyle, and-”

“Winnie, why do we need to look good. Yes I will touch up the shop and talk to my neighbors about doing the same, but why do we need a touch up?”

“I honestly don’t know how I can be friends with you sometimes. Eleanor, these are some of the highest ranking fae in the court, we need to look good for them. Who knows, maybe you will turn the eye of one.”

“Ha, you honestly think I could do that. Have you seen me? I’m barely 5’3”, my crazy frizzy hair, I am nowhere near as skinny as you are thanks to my many stomach rolls and big thighs. So you can go spiffy up, but I will stick in here with my pants and sweaters. Thank you very much.”Winnie signed at her best friend, judging herself as she so often did.

 “You are still beautiful Eleanor. Come on, if you at least come with me pick out one dress for yourself, help me with some outfits, I will buy you a new sweater and you can pick the place for dinner on Friday.” Eleanor did want a new sweater and wanted to go anywhere but a bar on Friday

. “Ugh, fine. One dress.”

“Yay,” Winnie ran over to hug her best friend, “I love you!” 

“Love you to Winn, but I have to finish getting ready so I can open the shop.”

“Ok, bye!” Winnie ran out, probably to tell anyone and everyone about the visitors.

 Growing up Eleanor would wear pants and sweaters, much like her grandfather. She especially did now, since he wasn’t here to joke about how they matched. The rest of the week went mostly as usual. Eleanor did get some paint and touched up the shop, as did most store owners. There was a slight buzz in the air in anticipation for the Lords. Winnie did pick out a dress for Eleanor that wasn’t horrible and bought 3 more for herself. Eleanor was just happy to have a new sweater and have soup for dinner that night. 

As the days blurred into the next week, the Fae in their town grew more and more anxious for their arrival. Finally on Tuesday afternoon, Winnie came running into the store to tell her of their arrival. 

“Eleanor!!!! They're here! Come on, come on, let's go see them!” Before Eleanor had time to argue Winnie grabbed her hand and was dragging her out of the store and through the streets. 

 Soon they reached a crowd of people around a carriage and some horses which Eleanor could only assume it was the Lords. 

 “There is the third in command of the court, and there is the head cartographer, and there is..” Winnie went on to point out several more high ranking Fae, but they didn’t see Lord Lucien anywhere.  “Hmm, I wonder where Lord Lucien is. Maybe they put him in a more secure location in town,” Winnie said as practically reading her mind. 

“Hello everyone. As you know we are traveling to see what towns need help as we are now free from Amarantha’s reign. We will be here for 3 days, going around and seeing if anyone needs help. Please do not let us disturb your routine. Thank you for your hospitality,” said a man who Eleanor remembered Winnie saying was third in command. People cheered at the end of his words. 

Since their town was not hit hard Eleanor hardly expected people to really need anything from them, she certainly didn’t. As Winnie and a few others went up to them to ask God knows what, Eleanor made her way back to her shop, getting away from the crowd. Soon she reached her store, and made her way back in and over to the register, though the doubted anyone would come in today.

 “Hello.” Eleanor jumped at the sound of a male voice coming from one of the aisles. She quickly turned to find a tall male there. He had fiery red hair, likely from the autumn court. That could only mean one thing. Heir to the throne, Lord Lucien Vanserra was here, in her store. Oh fuck.

 “Oh, Lord Lucien, hello.” Eleanor started to make her way down to bow but was quickly stopped. 

“Oh please you do not need to bow, and it’s just Lucien.” Eleanor nodded, not quite knowing what to say or do. She was rather shy in general, and had one of the most important people in the court in her store who, much to her demise, was well gorgeous. Damn Winnie for being right. 

“Is this your store?” Eleanor was pulled out of her thoughts at the sound of his voice, which was just as beautiful as him. Damn Winnie.

 “Uh, yes. I own it and run it,” said Eleanor, trying to muster up a bit of confidence in her. 

“Well it's a beautiful store, has a little bit of everything. Can I look around some more?” He is asking her to look around some more? He was the lord!

“Of course, look around as long as you want,” He nodded and went back down the aisle to the back of the store. Eleanor made her way to the register and tried to calm herself down. She made her way over the pins and crystals and started to reorganize them, hoping it would take her mind off of the male in the store. 

“I think I would like to purchase these books and a pastry if I may.” He just has to be such a nice gentleman?!

“Of course,” Eleanor grabbed the books as he handed them to her,”Which pastry would you like?” 

“Which one is your favorite?” 

“Oh uh, I really like the raspberry and chocolate tart, but you can get whatever you want.”

 “Well then I will take one raspberry and chocolate tart.” Eleanor nodded and got it out for him along with wrapping up his books. 

“Here,” Lucien said while handing her money. Way too much money.

 “Oh, this is too much. Here,” she said, giving him back his change.

 “No please, keep it. Thank you for your pastry advice,” and he started to make his way out of the store, but not before taking a bite of it. “Wow, this is delicious. Thank you again,” and he left the store. 

As he was leaving Eleanor could see Winnie making her way back to the store and Lucien leaving. He gave her a smile and made his way back into town. 

“Was that Lord Lucien leaving the store!!?” Winnie practically yelled as they got inside. 

“Yes it was, and he liked my pastry,” Eleanor replied, not believing she just said that.