#i bet all the shitty people there think that too lol

[focsle]

Sometimes I accidentally swipe on my weather app and get Nantucket's weather instead and I'm like......god i wish that were me. Only not really, I guess.

I didn't like Nantucket as a...Place. I liked the concept of Nantucket. But I hated everyone there who wasn't the year-round locals who worked there or the one man who stopped his pickup truck in the middle of an intersection enthusiastically being like 'DO YOU WANNA KNOW ABOUT THAT?' because I was the only person looking at a meridian stone. But I hated every clothing store and every ugly chintzy Life's A Beach art place and every person who walked by in their beige asymmetrical sweater or w/e and every person who clutched their pearls about me living in nyc and taking the subway every day lol etc. etc. etc. And I went slightly off season too. I can't imagine how fuckin awful it is in the summer.

But I think I'd like Nantucket in February. I'd like it in the dead of winter. Otherwise, gimme New Bedford any day.

[kjzx]

I've been playing slitherio these past few days, and after some time messing around with nicknames and my own experience with the stuff, I've realized anger is something very easy to weaponize. On my second attempt of having "trans rights" as a nickname I killed a huge ~5k point worm as a teenie tiny 200 point worm simply because it was so desperate to kill me specifically. Anger makes your life harder, but it also makes people really unwise. I fucking bet this is in "the art of war", even though I haven't read it.

[darby-rowe]

YOUNG LUST ⭑ X.O. KINKTOBER 10TH. FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS!ABBY ANDERSON X FEM!READER

18+ | nsfw | mdni wc. 1.0k+ cw/tags. exhibitionism (car sex), fem!reader, toys (strap-on), implications of abby wearing a strap out in public, barely proofread notes. tried to make the title the colors of the pepsi logo but it came off more american flag than i would have hoped. lol. art by sashatverdaya. title taken from Diet Pepsi by Addison Rae.

Against your more hopeful wishes, you found yourself in the backseat of Abby’s shitty 2005 Ford Escape once again.

It was a curse that Abby knew you so well—knew all your little ticks and what made you moan the loudest for her, which is something that no one in your entire dating history knew how to achieve. You wanted to give her credit for her achievements, but there was deep-rooted annoyance that she was the best you ever had.

And you weren’t even in love with her.

She managed to coax into her backseat, gently pulling you onto her lap and gripping your hips to make sure you didn’t run away. But how could you even begin to think things like that when Abby tasted your tongue in extreme amounts of depth, never letting a drop of saliva fall from your mouth before catching it with her lips. Kissing you was the equivalent of a wine tasting for Abby, squeezing your hips to catch the little hitch in your breathing that made the kiss taste so much sweeter.

“You look pretty tonight,” Abby breathed into you, her fingers finding its way underneath your top to ghost her fingertips on her bare skin.

A soft sigh left your lips. “Yeah?” you responded. “As opposed to every other night that you have me? Tonight is when I look pretty?”

Abby sucked on her teeth. “You know what I mean,”

A simple trip to the movies with your fuck buddy was bound to take a turn like this.

You judged by the way she handled you that she planned to take you all the way tonight. The way that your fellow movie-goers walked by the car you were occupying made your skin crawl. Your peripheral vision slightly distorted their faces into ones of judgment. You squirmed uncomfortably in Abby’s lap.

“What if people see…?” you asked, a slight whine teetering on the edge of your voice. The darkness of the evening provided a shield from potential onlookers, but your uneasiness still crawled deep within you.

Abby took notice of you trying to catch glimpses of outside the car and caught your jaw in a firm grip in her hand, forcing you to look at her. “They’re not gonna see us, pretty girl,” she said, her tone cascading your brain and slowly making you lose your ability to make judgements. “This parking lot will be cleared out in no time. I just need you, please?”

Please.

An awkward shuffling on the seats, Abby’s hands lifting up your skirt and pulling your panties to the side, and her fingers teasing your slit and gathering your wetness on her hand. You were bent over the back seat, face first into the rearview mirror that made you immediately hide yourself from the oncoming public. You opted in for taking in the view of the floor of the trunk

You heard the unzipping of Abby’s jeans, quickly followed by the all too familiar feeling of her strap slowly intruding your pussy. Your hands found purchase on the back of the seats, eyes slowly rolling back as you became more and more full.

“Fucking wet for me, aren’t you?” Abby teased from behind you, the little chuckle at the edge of her question making you whimper involuntarily. “Bet you didn’t get this wet for that micro-dick loser you fucked last week, huh?”

No, you didn’t. Couldn’t even bring yourself to fake it for that guy you already forgot the name of.

You couldn’t get this slippery and messy for anyone except her.

The gradual increase of her thrusts had you making you noise for her in no time. Her hand, ever present on the small of your back, forced you to arch more for her, move in time with her strokes. The general public walked past the truck, not giving a single glance to the lewd, taboo acts being performed in the old vehicle. You prayed that they couldn’t hear the increasing volume of your pathetic whimpers, and the wet slaps of Abby’s strap pouncing your weeping cunt. Your eyes fluttered shut, mouth fell open, and your head lolled back as your friend fucked you so, so good.

You hated to admit that you genuinely needed your pussy pounded like this. It had been way too fucking long.

“Fuck, baby,” Abby hissed in response to the sheer pornographic nature of how she was using your body. “Making such a mess. My pretty girl making a pretty mess just for me…”

You whined, and even though you couldn’t see it, you could see it in your mind the shit-eating grin plastered on her face. “Gonna cum? Do it. Cum in front of all these people,”

And you did, crying out without a single concern for who could possibly hear your cries of pure pleasure. Tremors and shockwaves rocked your body, pussy pulsating and contracting around your friend’s silicone cock.

“That’s my pretty girl…” Abby whispered, leaning forward to gently kiss at the backs of your shoulders and the side of your neck, letting your breath and heartbeat die down to a more tolerable level before you could speak.

“Thank you,” was the only thing you could manage to whisper as you felt her love on your body post-fuck.

With a simple crane of your neck you turned and your lips gently met Abby’s, who kept her cock still buried deep within your pussy. You wanted to say something, wanted to tell her to slip out of you so you two could clean up and have her take you home. But instead, you said nothing.

Just the little breathless thank you.

Abby kept her face close to yours, gently soothing her hands on your body and breathing into your shoulder.

“What’s on your mind right now?” she asked you, softly, pressing kisses onto your cheek and temple.

“Hm…” you hummed, clearly indicating that no critical thought was in your fucked-out brain.

Abby just chuckled, kissing you again.

“You in love with me yet?” she asked you. And even though the question was asked in a joking manner, it still made your brain stir with answers.

You decided not to dwell on the question moving forward.

“Just take me home, Abs,” you said.

[bunnliix]

When Eight Becomes Nine - Chapter Eleven

I may have taken my sweet time writing this, but in my defense, the Felix smut was what my brain wanted to write first, and then life got to me and made me really busy. And here I am, finishing this fic at 3am in the morning lol. But have fun with the chaos of this fic hehe.

Pairing: Ateez x 9th member!reader  Summary: We see the aftermath and chaos of the company's decision, plus y/n gets some much needed comfort. Oh, and a reveal! wc: 1.8k AU: a/b/o  Genre: Fluff/Angst  warnings: fighting and slapping, threats, angst, slut-shaming and derogatory talk towards y/n, use of the words slut,pussy, whore, etc., lots of misogyny in this chapter folks, and a bunch of like derogatory talk about omegas that is absolutely misogynistic and sexist, lots of cursing, implications that people would take advantage of others, disassociating kinda, shitty people being called the names they deserve, this should be everything masterlist

The fighting went on, it seemingly would never end as insults and angry words kept being thrown back and forth. Ateez and their management yelled back and forth over who had the decision making power over the new member, and for the most part, the auditionees just watched it all happen. What could they do? Nothing. They were just the pawns in the game, really, if one thought about it.

“You said we could have the ability to pick the final member out of that group! We don’t want anyone but y/n!” Wooyoung yelled, getting in the face of one of the staff members, having to be pulled away by Mingi and Yunho.

“I will take all of my members, and we’ll leave KQ, if you continue to insist on your pick for the ninth member. I am not above leaving. We,” Hongjoong said as he gestured to the rest of Ateez, “are not above leaving. I don’t think you want to test how far you can push us before we push back.” He said, his words a thinly veiled threat.

“Who would take you? They don’t want an established group.” The staff member who started all of this stated.

“I can think of a few companies who would gladly take us. You forget we’re a group that has a very large international audience, which is what companies want nowadays.” Hongjoong said, almost too calmly.

“We’ll leave, take everything we can with us, and we’ll go start somewhere else. Atiny will follow us, they like us, not you.” Hongjoong spelled it out for the staff members, who quickly realized that they might want to back down on this.

“God, is your pussy really that great that they’ll go to bat for you like this? Well, I guess a slut like you knows how to please, honestly that’s all omega’s are good for, anyways. Just a quick fuck, nothing more.” She heard the voice speak again, and this time it was louder, since she saw some of the other auditionees’ heads turn. She would have turned to look at who it was, but she couldn’t take her eyes off of the idols across the table.

It was apparent to the others, though not to the y/n nor the person behind her, that not only had the other auditionees’ heard those words, but so had a member of the group. Before anyone could process the idol’s actions, Jongho had launched himself across the room and tackled whoever had been sitting behind her, the two landing on the floor with a thump. This stopped any fighting in its tracks.

“You want to say that again?” Jongho growled as he pinned the other person to the floor, teeth bared.

“Y-You heard me.” They said, a stutter appearing as they tried to mask any fear of the beta on top of them.

“I would bet that you’re also the person who leaked those pictures to Dispatch. Since you’re so intent on being jealous that you weren’t picked.” The maknae idol deduced.

“And if I did? What are you going to do about it?” They taunted him, somehow overcoming their fear.

“Jongho, get off of him. Now.” Hongjoong ordered, moving over to where the maknae was.

“No.”

“Jongho, now.”

“He was telling lies to y/n. Telling her that she and omegas were only good for a quick fuck, and that we were only fighting for her because she was good in bed. His words were more vulgar, and I won’t repeat them.” Jongho said, never looking away from the target of his rage.

“It’s not a lie. Omegas are only good for fucking, that’s it. That’s their purpose in life, is to be good little broodmares for betas and alphas. Besides, what talent does she have, she’s barely done anything while we’ve been here, and has only monopolized the attention of all of you.” They spat out, glaring over at y/n before their view of her was replaced with Mingi.

Hongjoong turned to look at the staff and managers with a murderous look on his face. They really wanted someone like this, to become part of Ateez? “You wanted a disgusting piece of shit like this, to become a member of Ateez? Someone who will look down on his fellow members because of their subgender? You were going to let someone like this interact with Atiny, and based on his words, probably abuse power as an idol to take advantage of them?” He raged, his voice becoming increasingly louder until he was shouting at them.

The staff tried to stammer out excuses, claiming they knew nothing of the beta’s opinions. It was clear to everyone that none of the idols believed the words coming out of their managers’ mouths, though to his credit, their main manager didn’t say anything, just sat down and stayed quiet while the others talked out of their asses. In return for his silence, he received disappointed looks from the eight idols, half of whom were still filled with rage against the beta and the others.

Wooyoung rushed over to y/n’s side once the shock and anger of the situation was pushed aside in favor of concern for his omega baby. Placing his hands on her shoulders to turn her to face him, as she still spaced out.

“Baby omega, c’mon come look at me,” he pleaded. “It’s okay, so come back to me, to us.”

His words, plus his scent of flowers and cinnamon turning slightly burnt as he worried, brought y/n back to the present. She looked over at the other omega, whose face was filled with worry.

“Wooyoung-ssi?” She asked, still a bit dazed from her intense focus on what was now just an empty spot in the room.

“Hi baby omega, how are you feeling?” He asked her, as the others looked over at the two of them.

“God, I knew it from the moment that the hag of an omega dragged you away, that you were an attention whore.” The beta cut in, making everyone’s heads’ snap to him.

Y/n’s face dropped as she realized who exactly said that, but she couldn’t get a word in before the sound of a slap rang out. Mingi had stepped forward, kneeling down and slapping the beta’s cheek so hard that a bruise had already started to form.

“Aaron, why are you like this? You were so nice to me.” Y/n asked, confused.

“Because you’ve done nothing to deserve anything you’ve gotten here. I’ve worked my ass off for years, and I’ve been passed over in favor of omegas. Because of your kind, I can’t get anything, omegas are always the ones chosen for things, never betas. I deserve this. I’m way more talented than you are, and I’m not a fucking whore who sleeps her way into the team. I don’t monopolize Ateez’s attention, not like you have. You got private sessions with San and Yunho, I saw it. And fuck it was amazing to see how much hate you’re still getting for it. You should just go back home, y’know, and be the little omega housewife, because that’s all you’re good for.” Aaron goes off on a rant, inadvertently revealing that he was the one that leaked the photos to Dispatch.

The anger in the room was palpable, and y/n wasn’t the only one to shrink in on herself because of it. Wooyoung held her tighter, his arms snaking around her to pull her closer, as the two of them watched the others crowd around the three on the floor, as they noticed that the staff ushered the other auditionees out of the conference room.

“So, you’re the one who put my members’ careers at risk, and put them in the middle of a scandal? You’re the one who made my members worried and stressed because you’re jealous that another person, that wasn’t you, caught our eye? Y’know, it's fitting that it’s you. You look as pathetic as you actually are. Only someone who knows they’re inadequate stoops so low as to bring others down to their level. You’re passed over in favor of omegas, because they’re obviously better than you. And y/n is one of those omegas.” Hongjoong said, his words filled with condescension towards Aaron. “Say goodbye to any chance of making it in the industry, here or back home. Word gets around about bad people.” The captain finished.

Seonghwa turned to the staff that remained in the room. “If you don’t get security here within the next few minutes, and make sure he’s escorted back to his room so he can pack up and then driven to the airport to fly back to whatever dump he’s from, we will take it into our hands. I don’t think you want the media, or Atiny, knowing that you were going to let someone who tried to ruin two members of Ateez, into the group. Nor will the police be happy if they find out that they were deceived, if any of you knew about what he had done, to not only San and Yunho, but to an innocent person in all of this.”

Yeosang, normally not one to be overly touchy feely when things are stressful, moved over to Wooyoung and y/n, in need of comfort from his omega friend. Wooyoung immediately noticed and pulled the alpha close, the now trio taking comfort in one another. The two men silently communicated, both hoping that management would fail in the task given to them, so that the stain on the floor would be dragged out by police instead. They were disappointed when security rushed into the room, and once Jongho had pulled away from the beta, the team of security guards led the disgraced auditionee out of the conference room, and away from the lives of the now nine members of Ateez.

Hongjoong was quick to collect the rest of the group, including y/n, and bid goodbye to the staff members, not sparing them another glace as he led his group out into the hallway. Y/n was pushed into the middle of their protective circle, with Seonghwa and Wooyoung on either side, and Mingi behind the trio to bring up the rear as the others surrounded the trio of omegas. The group of nine were led to the practice room, as it was the easiest and quickest place to regroup.

Once everyone was settled in the room, most sprawled out on the floor, including y/n whose head was laid in Yeosang’s lap as the man ran his hands through her hair, silence settled over the group as everyone processed what had just occurred. That silence lasted until the youngest omega shot up, almost hitting Yeosang’s chin, as she realized exactly what the group had been fighting for in the first place.

“Wait. You want me to be the ninth member of Ateez?!” She shouted out, in complete shock.

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[johnnyutah]

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average john kramer fan: What people don’t realize about John, is he’s such a genius that even when he makes mistakes, he planned on making the mistakes. He is the greatest villain of all time

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average amanda young fan: sorry i haven’t been online in 4 weeks i’ve been too busy trying to get the new pig cosmetic in the rift [posted 7 weeks ago]

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[dawnagustd]

like that || jjk

⇝ title: Like That ⇝ pairing: jungkook x f!reader  ⇝ genre: slight college au | house party au | smut ⇝ summary: Running into an awkward situation at a house party? Your first instinct is to hide. And because you have the worst luck, your hiding spot is already being occupied... by another awkward situation.  ⇝ rating: 18+  ⇝ word count: 1.7k  ⇝ warnings: unedited | strong language | rejection | a little tension | mentions alcohol but no one is drunk | consent because that’s hot | biting | scratching | bit of a strength kink | jealous/possessive!jk | soft dom!jk | praise | protected sex | dirty talk | eye contact | f*cking against the wall | restraints (wrist pinning) | teasing | big dick!jk because that’s the brand | ass grabbing | body shots?...idk what to call it but not exactly body shots | i think that’s all  ⇝ author’s note: See how late I am? This is why I’ve been absent. I have so much going on, when I have free time I just... yeah. Anyway, here it is as promised. I know it’s a mess lol.

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Shit.

You’ve always known your luck was shit, but running into your crush at a party was the last thing you thought would happen. Especially the day after you finally talked to him only to discover he has a girlfriend. You found out also that he’s an asshole who likes to lead people on until he feels like crushing their feelings.

You can’t see him right now. Not like this. 

Peach Cîroc staining your top, now soaked into your flesh… It’d be too embarrassing.

So, you hide. But the room you’ve chosen is already occupied.

“The fuck are you doing here?”

“Oh, shi–”

Someone’s in here, and their voice startles you. Your right palm lays flat on your chest, trying to settle your racing heart. You turn around expecting to give an apology and be on your way, but once again, shitty luck.

“Jungkook? Seriously?”

How can things go from bad to worse?

Let’s just say you’ve been… Well, you’ve been avoiding one guy so you can chase another. A couple of months ago, you went on a blind date with a guy, and he just so happens to be the person standing in front of you. Only one person enjoyed that date, and it damn sure wasn’t you.

You knew by the way your friends described him that he was too good to be true. On paper, Jungkook sounds amazing—brown eyes, healthy hair, smart, talented… hot. But no one talks about his competitiveness. The 8-year-olds at the trampoline park will never be the same.

Instead of attraction, you can only feel annoyance when it comes to his arrogance. You would rather take the walk of shame than be stuck in here… with him.

“I’m leaving.”

“No,” he interjects. “You’re hiding.”

Jungkook takes the remaining steps to close the space separating you two, and like a deer caught in headlights, you’re frozen.

“Is someone bothering you?”

“What?! No, I’m not.”

The beginning of a chuckle travels past his lips, openly mocking you. 

“You squeaked. You’re lying.” Jungkook tilts his head. “He’s out there, huh?”

Great. Everyone knows.

“Fuck off, Jungkook.”

This time he doesn’t even try to hide his amusement. His smirk just continues to grow as he stands toe to toe with you.

“Or I can do you one better,” he suggests.

Your eyebrows lift involuntarily as curiosity invades your thoughts. The thing about people who are full of themselves, they sure do talk a good game.

Tension appears to grow after his finger beckons you to come closer, his minty breath hitting your skin when he leans closer. The vibration from his words sends a tingle through your body. You suppose lack of sex will make the smallest things feel electrifying.

“...I can fuck you senseless right here against this door.”

“Oh, you’d like that, huh?”

Jungkook pulls away, taking the soothing scent of his Versace with him.

“I would,” he agrees. “And so would you if you ever gave me a chance.”

“You wouldn’t even know what to do with me.”

“You wanna bet on that?”

Silence dominates the dark bedroom as the stare-down begins. Neither of you wants to look away because that would mean defeat. That’s not an option when it comes to Jungkook.

“Scared you’ll want more, huh?”

“The lies you tell.”

Jungkook’s crooked smile never fades as he shakes his head. “I bet you’re a runner.”

“Shut up.”

In the morning, you’ll think back on this and be mad at yourself for allowing him to get you worked up.

But that’s tomorrow's problem.

“Why? Don’t want to hear the truth–”

“You get on my nerves.” You grab Jungkook’s shirt and even he’s surprised. You could care less about his taunting because this is how he behaves when he wants your attention, but that smirk has got to go. 

“I don’t care. Do something about that.”

Those glossy dark orbs hidden beneath his thick lashes focus directly on your lips. Your eyes explore his features, lingering on the tip of his tongue peeking out to bring moisture. He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and slowly releases.

“Give me an excuse to pin you against this wall,” he whispers.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Kissing Jungkook was not in your plans tonight, but something comes over you, and you do just that. Your teeth click, and you grab at each other’s clothes as he guides you backward. When your back hits the door is when he finally comes to a stop, and his mint-tainted lips begin to venture lower. 

Jungkook grips your ass while he nips the skin of your neck, leaving traces of him along your feverish skin. Your hair entangled in his hair pulls him closer as if there is any more space left between you.

“Hold on,” he breathes. “I smell alcohol. You good?”

Thinking about earlier, you roll your eyes as you recall some frat guy bumping into you.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I just got here. Some guy made me spill my drink all over myself.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He grips your hair and tilts your head, granting him more access to your collarbone and cleavage, two areas he can’t seem to abandon. “Remind me to kick his ass before we leave.”

A shuddered gasp escapes your lips when Jungkook’s teeth attack your flesh. He scoops you off your feet in the same motion, pinning you against the door with his hips while he leaves your skin wet and bruised. You can feel his bulge when he pushes up your skirt.

“Jungkook,” you mewl, raking your nails down his biceps.

He removes his jacket so you can feel more of his warmth beneath your palms. You feel Jungkook’s hand slip between you so he can pull down his pants. In this position, it’s impossible to see what he’s working with, but you can tell by the pressure probing at your panties that you’re going to feel every inch of him.

“One sec,” he murmurs.

Jungkook reaches for his wallet and finds a condom instantly. He opens the package and rolls it effortlessly. He’s probably done it more times than you can count, but that’s none of your business. It’s your turn now.

You pull your panties out of the way, and the blunt tip of his dick begins teasing your entrance, testing the waters until he’s sure it’s okay for him to sink into your pussy.

He makes you look at him while his cock slips inside of you, wanting the image of your initial reaction in his memory. You try to give him something decent to remember, but the stretch is so overwhelming your eyes roll back.

Jungkook eventually buries his face in the crook of your neck, trying to muffle his own moans, but you hear how desperate he is to fuck you. With your permission, he makes small strokes until you both can overcome the sensitivity. 

“Pussy’s too good for you to be stressed over a piece of shit,” he murmurs into your bosom. He licks the sticky substance coating your breasts and moans. “...And you taste too good.”

He starts thrusting harder, and your bodies cause the door to rattle and shake. Your cries begin to fill the room, and Jungkook encourages them by filling your head with praises.

“You’re so hot and beautiful. You think that guy deserves to fuck you like this?”

He grabs your hands and pins them above you, supporting you with nothing but his slender but toned waist. You’re left in awe as he bounces you on his dick.

“Even if he deserved it. He couldn’t,” Jungkook adds. “He could never fuck you like this.”

“Jungkook!”

You sob his name as your muscles tighten, pressure building within you as you near your peak. His forehead presses against yours, and he looks into your eyes while he fucks you. 

“But I can do it. I can fuck you like this.”

“Please,” you rasp.

“Why should I?”

You knew he’d be a little asshole. Your pride does not compare to your pleasure, however. 

“I need to come,” you mutter.

“What was that?”

After gritting your teeth, you just allow the words to flow from your mouth.

“Please let me come!”

“Fuck. Okay, love.” His pace quickens, and your moans get louder, startling everyone outside the door. Sweat forms on Jungkook’s forehead as he puts in the work to make you reach your high. “Your moans are so fucking beautiful.”

His praise drives you over the edge, and your orgasm ripples through you without warning. Your body shudders as Jungkook guides you through an intense wave of pleasure before his thrust becomes wild and he spills his load into the condom.

“You owe me a second date,” he sighs as his dick slips out of you. Both of you groan. You from the emptiness, and he from the loss of warmth. “You’re paying this time.”

“I swear you get on my nerves.”

“I still don’t care,” he laughs.

Jungkook keeps you in this position while he caresses your thighs. You’re enjoying the gentleness of his touch. So, you don’t even complain. It’s a peaceful moment, and all the concerns you had recently have been buried underneath your dickmatized state.

After some minutes go by, Jungkook finally speaks.

“I’m going to put you down now, okay?”

“Okay.”

When your feet touch the ground is when everything sets in. You bask in it all as you both rearrange your clothing. You try to avoid Jungkook’s gaze, but it wouldn’t be him if he didn’t demand your attention.

“So, two options.”

“I’m listening.”

“We can pretend it never happened, or…”

“Or what?”

Jungkook smirks.

“We can pretend it never happened and go back to my place for round two,” he suggests.

The thought has you smiling before you even realize it. 

You respond a bit shyly. “I like option two.”

“Oh, yeah?... Well, let’s go then.”

He grabs your hand, but you both pause before opening the door. There’s no way to explain this situation to anyone, and the second that door opens people will begin talking. You aren’t entirely sure how you feel about that.

As if he can read your mind, Jungkook speaks up.

“Come on. We’ll deal with it tomorrow.”

And you know… Maybe Jungkook does deserve a second date. 

No trampoline parks, though.

[laughing-with-god]

How would victor jungkook be ?

in terms of what? like yandere or his story?

well, my original plan was that Victor's revenge would be the sequel to Quarter Quell once JK won it and he'd join the other victors. However, I used Taehyung in QQ so it wouldn't make sense if he was also in VR lol. Ofc, i can prob do a rewrite and just replace taehyung in QQ, but idk.

either way, here are some random headcanons for how I picture jk as a Victor

thinks some of the other victors only won on a technicality and doesn't mind making passive-aggressive comments about it

does NOT like being associated with Jin or Jimin's weak asses, thinks they're sneaky little shits who had to rely on tricks bc they would lose in a physical fight

he's very popular as a victor. tbh i think he's the only one who rivals jimin's popularity. the capitol love how bloodthirsty he is. while jimin mainly has female fans, jungkook has a good mix of both since men want to be like JK, and obvi women find him hot

I think he'd do a lot of tv shows and interviews. he knows people value his input for games so I can see him offering his insight on current tributes. remember the scoring system for how tributes would get rated? i can see him being asked to be on the team that assess those.

as a mentor, I think he'd be the type to pick a favorite and only really focus on that kid. he doesn't care if it's heartless, he's not wasting his time on a lost cause just to make them feel better.

I can see him looking at the other kid like "you might as well live it up while you can, you probably aren't gonna make it past the bloodbath."

if by some miracle that kid did survive and win, JK would be like ".....damn, guess I owe you a drink. my bad. welcome to victor's row tho :)"

as a mentor, he will tell his kids to just stick to the career alliance. if for some reason a kid from 2 wanted to align themselves with someone whose not a career, JK would just be like "ur on your own w that" bc ain't no way he's gonna attempt to talk to non career victors who prob hate him

I think he's another victor who splits his time pretty evenly between the capitol and his home district.

does not have to sell his body or anything because he is a capitol fav, but I do think he'll make shitty comments towards jimin

"Hi whore- I mean, Jimin"

yeah those two hate each other lol^^

doesn't really have any triggers or trauma from his games.

if anything he looks back at it with fond memories, which kinda freak the rest of the victors out

I don't think he has any victor friends

thinks jin and jimin are weak, namjoon is too clever for his own good, yoongi is annoying, hoseok is ungrateful and tae is just there...

I think yoongi is the only one who outright tried fighting jk once in a drugged up rage

jk prob made a comment about a tribute from 6.

"I bet if we put morphling in the cornucopia she would've actually survived the bloodbath. all kids from six are just addicts."

yeah yoongi tried punching him for that and Jk wiped the floor with him, namjoon had to get involved

I don't know how he'd spend his winnings tbh. I don't see him being really into anything other than weapons.

As a yandere, i think he'd try really hard to market you guys as the ideal victor couple

he'd def talk anout marrying you and having other victor babies in interviews n shit

"when it comes time for Yn and I to train our kids for the games-"

it's an open secret that the capitol just let JK have you lol

[bump1nthen1ght]

Out of The Woods (Epilogue: Part 2)

Pairing: M! Werewolf x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Domestic Life, Established Relationship

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1797 words

Summary: Nothing says love better then an impromptu living room dance party

(AKA a fun snippet of you and Heath's life)

A/N: The fluffy piece won second in the poll and I already has this in the works so I hope y'all enjoy!!

ALSO

Recommended listening: Bet On It from High School Musical 2

(which if you haven't seen this scene, do yourself a favor and watch it lol)

In a weird way, Heath being a werewolf didn’t come up too often in your house.

It was probably because many of his wolf traits had become normal to your everyday routine. His long hair, his shaggy tail, and even his wolf form assimilated into your isolated farm-life with very little issue.

(And with the hunters off your back and most townsfolk none the wiser, it could stay that way)

It was only when he’d ask you a pop culture question everyone should know, or ate the steaks you had bought raw as a midnight snack, or forgot how your air conditioning work, that you were reminded of it. How long had Heath lived as an “other”, detached from society and other people? You very rarely broached the subject, knowing how he would get quiet and bristle at the thought of the past. Of living on his own, on the edge.

So you’d answer his simple questions, let him gnaw on some bones, and let him tell you when he needed to. It was better that way.

You’re watching a movie one night, not a terribly good one, where the main character gets dragged to a club by her friends. They’re convincing her she needs to ‘live a little’, forcing her out of her comfort zone and onto the crowded, sweaty dance floor. The scene is dark and not very well lit, the background music not properly mixed and drowing out most of the audio. Though you guess thats pretty accurate to the club experience.

“Do people actually do that?”

Heath asks, head laid in your lap as you play with his hair.

“Do what?”

“Go to…that.” He points at the scene, eyes scrunched up at the jarring lights and mass amounts of people. “Go to a crowded place in the dark and dance? Why not go somewhere with some room? This place looks like a fucking nightmare.”

You laugh, watching as the clumsy main character dives and dances between egregiously grinding couples.

“It definitely can be, but people seem to love it.” You twirl a finger through Heath’s hair, only paying half-attention to the clunky dialogue. “And it can be nice once in a while, especially if you’ve got a good group of friends.” You chuckle. “Me and my college buddies would sometimes get wasted before hand, go and dance for an hour or two, then come back and get in our pj’s and watch a movie. I prefer clubs in short bursts; they can be kind of exhilarating, but exhausting.”

Heath hums, pressing his head into your palm when you scratch behind his ear. It makes you smile, but not before seeing the slightly melancholy look on his eye.

You look up at the screen. Now the main character is thoroughly drunk, holed up in the bathroom with her friends and laughing her ass off. They all dance terribly, cracking jokes and hugging each other the way drunk people do. They’ve all got big smiles on their face, even in the grimy bathroom.

Heath has gone quiet, your hands still running through his hair. He sighs.

You weren’t a big club person anymore, but you do remember loving that time of your life. Sure, you’re shitty knees and early bedtime weren’t great for it now and you’re sure you left those clubs wondering why anybody does that on the regular, but you had still been able to do it. To knock it off the checklist, even just to say it wasn’t for you.

You don’t think Heath ever did. Never was able to be that careless, joyful, and deliriously young.

“This movie sucks ass.”

Now that’s more like Heath.

—

The look on Heath’s face lingers with you for the rest of the night and into the morning, enough to remind you when you both sit down to watch something again the next night.

“How about we don’t watch a movie tonight?”

Heath turns his head up from his tub of popcorn, quirking his brow.

“Oh, did you wanna play some video games?”

“No…” You look at the dimmer switch not too far from the couch. Its right next to your back porch door, adorned with some fairy lights you hung up and proceeded to never use. That, combined with the never used bluetooth speaker above your fireplace, gives you an idea.

You hop up from the couch, queing up a certain song in your phone before flicking the dimmer and the fairy lights. The low light makes Heath’s wolf eyes shine, his ears flicking as he readjusts to his surroundings. With a little beep from the speaker, you set down your phone and jog in front of Heath, letting the song start. His ears swivel again, looking up at you like the adorable puppy he can be.

“Isn't this that song from that movie a couple nights ago?”

“Yeah!” You bop to the beat, shimmying your shoulders to the heavy drum beat intro. “Don’t pretend you didn’t like it. I heard you humming it in the shower yesterday morning. Now come on!” You grab and pull at Heath’s hand, even knowing he’s far too big for you to make him budge. “Come dance with me! Everybody’s always talking at me-”

Heath rolls his eyes, but you can tell he enjoys your discordant singing.

“Everybody’s trying to get in my head. I wanna listen to my own heart talkin’. I wanna listen to my own heart talking. I need to count on myself instead. Did you ever-”

With a dramatic pout om his face, Heath chuckles and sits up, grabbing your hand as you sing into a pretend microphone. But you’re still doing most of the dancing, shaking your hips back and forth. You wiggle your eyebrows and try to encourage him to move.

“What exactly should I do?”

“Just…” you wiggle your fingers, “let your body roll with the music. Let it consume you.” Hands still interlocked, you begin to sway Heath’s arms back and forth. He gets some of the idea, bobbing his head. Your shoulder movements become exaggerated, trying to look as ridiculous as possibke to encourage Heath to loosen up.

“I’m not gonna stop, that’s who I am. I’ll give it all I got, that is my plan.” Heath laughs at your flailing arms, beginning to shimmy his shoulders like you are. You mime the dramatic facial expressions of Zac Efron, gesturing to Heath to join you in singing. He rolls his eyes, but starts mutter-singing anyway. You didn’t expect him to know all the lyrics, but he’s actually hitting all the words with you.

I knew he liked High School Musical 2.

You pull Heath out to the middle of the living room, giving you more space to add some footwork as the chorus hits. You yank Heath’s arms back and forth and shake your hips, which only makes Heath laugh more.

“-you know you can bet on it, bet on it, bet on it, bet on me!”

You let loose one hand and stretch out to the side on the long note, when Heath pulls you back toward him for a spin. You giggle uncontrollably, singing louder and louder, squealing when Heath dips you. He nuzzles your nose and gets a peck to the lips in return.

You hop up, throwing your hand to your forehead when the dramatic slow part begins. He rolls his eye again, but you can see him nodding along.

“It’s no good at all, to see yourself and not recognize your face-” Heath hops in with the backing “oohs”. You point an exaggerated finger. “Out on my own, it’s such a scary place.” You’re cut off when Heath pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist. But you’re even more gobsmacked when he sings the next part, in earnest.

“The answers are all inside of me. All I gotta do-” His voice is surprisingly melodic, deep but not flat or even off-pitch. “-is believe.”

The natural pause in the music would be the perfect time to sneak in a romantic kiss, but you’re both caught up in the performance now. You both turn to look at an inaginary camera when the music drops, arms now locked as if dancing ballroom.

“I’m not gonna stop, not gonna stop till I get my shot.” Moving across the living room with messy footwork, you two belt the chorus. Heath draws you down for another dip when the long note of “-bet on meee” hits. It’s silly, but you do feel like a pop star.

From the outside you’re sure you look absolutely insane. Just two adults flailing and dancing around their living room as speakers blast. If you had neighbors, they’d definitely complain or be calling the cops by now.

But right now, its just you and Heath. Dancing together, hearts pounding, with big smiles and stupid amounts of giggling. Just a pocket of your life, all sweet and your own.

The song slowly fades out, leaving to lean over and shamefully realize how out of breath you are.

God, I need to start hiking or something. This is embarassing

Heath, with his wolf stamina, is not even breathing heavy and catches you in a hug, peppering your cheek with kisses. He bounces on his heels and practically throws you down on the couch, his tail wagging behind him. He snuggles into your neck, blowing raspberries into your skin and making you laugh.

Still letting your heart slow down, you exhale and look at Heath.

“So….how’d you like you’re first dance party?”

“I liked it!” Heath pants, a big stupid smile one his face. “More than I thought I would. You being so terrible at dancing really helped.” You gasp, playfully smacking his shoulder. He blows another rapsberry into your neck, the pleqsant rumble in his chest. After a coupe more play hits and giggles, Heath relaxes into your arms. “I’ve…never really done anything like that before. It was nice.”

“Well, I’m happy to be your first.” You run a couple fingers through Heath's hair, stopping to scratch at the base of his wolf ears. He nuzzles even deeper. “And if you ever feel the need to dance party again, just let me know.”

The two of you sit like that awhile, as you often do. Just basking in each other's warmth, soaking in the skin contact.

You can’t wait to spend more firsts with him.

[cosmic-ships]

Something to me; 💜🧡

Ship: Phillip x Kaden

Words: 1,768

cw: Mentions of parental abandonment and just general shitty parental behavior doesn't go into heavy detail.(Its my reality hhh so this is scary for me to post) One little suggestive joke but nothing detailed or anything just a quick way to make Kaden smile dlfjds

Summary: A jokester is really good at being heartfelt and sweet.

If you're not a self shipper please dni, nothing against ya. I have anxiety lol || self shippers are encouraged and welcome 2RB <3

The breeze was warm but cooled in the night air, crickets chirped their little tunes and fireflies lit up the backyard. The only other sounds were soft sniffles every once in a while. to anyone else this was the perfect night, it was warm, there wasn't a single cloud in the sky, and stars twinkled high above but to Kaden this night felt incredibly heavy.

"psst.."

"psst!"

"Kaden!"

Kaden jumped a little, quickly bringing their hands up to wipe their tears as they looked behind them to the best of their ability, They were sitting in the backyard at the patio table. "What are you doing awake?" Kaden asked as Phillip approached them.

"Seeing why the grass out back was sniffling, obviously" He teased with a grin. "Why're you crying out back at 3AM?" He asked, the teasing tone replaced with a more serious concerned tone.

"I wasn't crying." Kaden sighed as Phillip took a seat next to them and without warning he reached over, swiping his thumb across Kaden's cheek only to find it damp.

"Uh-huh. Clearly." Phillip chuckled softly which caused Kaden to smile in response. "So what were you not crying about?" He asked once more, leaning back in his chair.

"Not so sure I'm ready to talk about it right now" Kaden sighed.

Usually when it came to someone being emotional Phillip always seemed to freeze up or get confused about whether he should press the person or just go away and leave them alone. The only one he was ever really able to talk to was his sister Wendy but oddly enough it was also incredibly easy to talk to Kaden too.

"If I leave you be are you going to cry again?" Phillip raised a brow and Kaden sighed heavily, there were already more tears.

"N-No" They tried to say confidently but it came out weak and a bit broken as their voice cracked.

"Okaaaaay" Phillip sighed softly as he shifted his chair closer to Kaden. "Just say whatever is on your mind. I won't judge."

"I lied to your sister--" Kaden swallowed thickly.

"How so? uh oh, you're actually a serial killer and I'm the first to go." Phillip grinned and earned a small chuckle from Kaden which only made Phillip smile.

"No, you're safe." Kaden shook their head to which Phillip placed his hand over his chest and breathed out a little 'oh thank god'

"I said I had family here but we weren't really on speaking terms-" Kaden shifted a little in their chair.

"annnnnd you don't have family here?" He asked, leaning forward in his chair a little.

"I do but….they aren't family…I mean they are but.." Kaden inhaled deeply as they tried to think of how to word it. "I was never their family." Kaden glanced up at Phillip. "I don't want to unload all this on you…"

"No no I want you too" Phillip reached out, placing his hand on the back of Kaden's chair. "unload all over me"

Kaden raised a brow and Philip flashed them a grin to which Kaden laughed and rolled their eyes. "Gross."

"Just tell me. I bet you'll feel better" Phillip hummed softly. If there was one thing that Phillip knew how to do it was making people feel better when they weren't feeling the greatest, Kaden noticed he was like them in that sense. He could easily be a goof just like them.

"Fine, you bug" Kaden teased and Phillip smiled. "I guess I'll start by saying I wasn't brought into this world with the intent of being cared for and raised. My dad's ex found out he was with my mom and she went off on him and her, basically told my mom that my dad was sterile and his words were "wanna bet" and nine months later here I was, a few years after that he left." Kaden sighed heavily.

Phillip was now grasping the weight of the situation, he was still holding the chair that Kaden was sitting on, his thumb brushed against their back when they spoke and he shook his head. "If you're too uncomfortable to continue it's okay."

"No… it's okay…I might feel better." Kaden echoed his previous words. "I always had other people taking care of me and by taking care of me I mean leaving me to my own devices while they either got high off their asses or drunk. Amongst other terrible things-" Kaden rolled their eyes. "Mom was never around and treated me more like a paycheck than anything which was evident when I became a teenager. I stopped going to school because I had a huge bully issue to the point where I was literally afraid to go to school, my bully was very violent"

Kaden felt Phillip gently place his entire hand on their back and he hesitantly rubbed their back, he knew if they felt uncomfortable with him doing it he'd stop but he was happy that Kaden didn't even mention it, Kaden felt very comforted in that moment.

"Long story short my mom stopped getting government checks for me, once she realized she wasn't getting any money she booted me out on my ass. I was 16- I've been struggling to find my place ever since. One bad relationship after another. I tried giving my mother multiple chances and failed.." Kaden's throat went dry.

"Then I get invited here by your sister and while you guys all seem to be at each other's throats half the time I can tell that you all care about each other very much, despite your differences you're still a family and you spoke about your childhoods and what you all did and it was nothing like what I experienced and I don't know I feel…robbed and cheated. Why am I here? To win a bet?" Kaden's eyes glassed over before tears rolled down their cheeks. "I feel like I was an error, put into a world that I wasn't supposed to be in. I'm nothing and I am no one, I have no place and I don't fit in. Being here just reiterated it for me"

"Hey…hey hey" Phillip got off his chair and knelt down in front of Kaden, he was quick to take their hands into his, and he looked at them, his expression softening as he wiped away their tears. "That was a lot of heavy things you just said and I'm not always the best at words but Kaden, you are something, you're not a no one, I see how you've interacted with me and my family and you leave an impression on them that most people don't and no doubt anyone you've ever met…Everyone you've ever spoken to, I'm sure they know who you are in some way. Might not be well it might just be that person with the dark blue hair but..in some way, people remember you" Phillip gently squeezed Kaden's hand, reminding them he was there for them.

Kaden lifted their head to look at him and Phillip cupped their face as he wiped their tears away. Their eyes flicked up to meet his.

"You've at the very least made quite the impression on me." Phillip dropped his arms to rest his hands on Kaden's knees, he remained squatted down in front of them. "You're something to me." He gave a little shrug. "Call me an idiot for feeling like this but ever since you showed up I haven't had a moment of peace up here" he pointed to his head. "You're infectious." He said with a small smile. "My family thinks I'm a royal fuck up, while I can't relate to you completely and what you went through, I do understand the feeling of standing on the outside looking in on something you wish you had"

Kaden almost didn't know what to say, they were shocked. They didn't think Phillip was like this, for someone who doesn't always know what to say he really does talk from the heart and it was damn near perfect what he said, they felt a wave of relief wash over them and they felt a comfort they had never really felt before. "If it's any consolation…I don't think you're a royal fuck up.." Kaden gave him a soft smile.

Phillip stood to his feet, grabbing Kaden's hands, yanking them to their feet, Kaden nearly stumbled forward but was caught by Phillip who enveloped them into a tight hug. Kaden couldn't speak, their eyes went wide as they felt themselves pressed against his chest, their arms trapped between his body and their own as his arms wrapped around them.

"And you my dear are something, you're something and someone and you fit perfectly. Right here." Phillip rocked with them slightly to get his point across, Kaden felt a flush cross their cheeks as they looked up at him with a confused expression on their face.

Phillip looked down at them and grinned "You heard me" He chuckled, leaning his head down to kiss their forehead. "Not saying slap a label on it or anything but I would really like to spend more of my time with you." Phillip hummed as he pulled away enough to look at Kaden.

Kaden smiled sweetly, their heart felt like it was pounding out of their chest. "I'd really like that."

"Ohohohooo my sister is going to haaaaate me~" Phillip nearly giggled and Kaden laughed softly. Phillip dipped his head down a little to better look at Kaden, his arms slipping to their upper arms. "You feeling better?"

"Yes." Kaden nodded.

"You sure? I'm not going to hear the grass crying in an hour from now?" He grinned.

"I'm okay, promise." Kaden giggled.

"Good~ I'm gonna go to bed now then, you try and get some sleep too okay?"

"I'll try my best~"

Phillip pulled Kaden forward slightly only to dip his head down and kiss Kaden's cheek with a "MUUAH" sound. "Goodnight sweetie, see you in the morning" He grinned and let them go.

"It…It is morning though?" Kaden flushed darkly and laughed.

"Oh shit.." Phillip said, looking at the sky that was slowly getting brighter. "Okay then" Phillip grabbed Kaden's hand, gently tugging them along back into the house. "We'll have a quick nap and then I'll make coffee…lots and lots of coffee.."

It would turn out that Kaden and Phillip didn't actually wake up until his sister found both of them snuggled up on the couch sleeping in the living room. Nothing says good afternoon like a blood curdling "Nooooooo!!"

Tagging: @ama-ships || @heatobrienswife || @kylars-princess || @lysandreslittlechatot || @dragonsmooch

SCARY SCARY VERY SCARY! I'm not used to being open about my past so this is SCAAARRYYYYYY

[raccoonfallsharder]

not an ask more paying respect lol, i did the ask abt showing rocket more terran references/ goth music and you did it amazingly thank you so much. i like how it made me think differently too! i bet rocket wouldn’t like too much horror thinking abt it now but stuff like supernatural/ creepy sound better than gore for him. i bet stuff like the toxic avenger is right up his alley lmao. i love how you included reality tv and video games and just showing rocket other genres. i loved what you did with it! i feel like rocket would like rupaul too for the drama and art. i feel like like they could make their own drive in/ outdoor theater on knowhere and can watch anything in the galaxy lmao😭. and i loved how you wrote rocket w music he is the definition of listens to everything <3. i completely loved this thank you <3

you are SO fucken kind (˃̣̣̥ᯅ˂̣̣̥) holy shit i will cry now. like, just how sugarsweet are you? thank you bby ♡♡ also i am going to just take a moment to cosign your drive-in/outdoor theatre idea! this was absolutely EXACTLY what i was imagining in the second bulletpoint on this #marvel critique post. i want a whole stupid disney+ show of this, mst3k style

also, you are so right about rocket loving drag and you should fucken say it.

that furry bastard is such a dramatic little punk in his own way. you just know he likes shiny gems and glittery shit far more than he says (i have a ton of headcanons about this but it comes down to — rocket craves lovely, luxurious things and also doesn't believe he deserves them. and also believes most people who have them don't deserve them, and thus, he has few qualms about stealing them. but also never trusts he'll be able to keep them. look, our lil guy is so conflicted.)

the first time you take him to a drag show, i hope you keep it a surprise. let him gripe and complain the whole way there until the uber driver looks like he wants to scream. look, it's not rocket's fault. he frickin told you he'd had a shitty three cycles since he'd seen you last, and now he just wants to crash on your couch with you and order in sushi and rewatch edward scissorhands (you're not sure how that last part's supposed to help — he always ends up silently crying into his fur two-thirds of the way through). he gets even grumpier when you have to wait outside in the relative cold. once you're finally seated at a small table house-left, he's still sulking and snarking, to the point that you almost wanna wring his furry neck yourself.

but then the music starts. maybe a little aretha franklin. gloria gaynor, or some classic cher. yeah, i'm guessing the show stars with cher. slow, silky, low notes pouring out over the stage. strong enough, maybe. when the first queen steps out, rocket's jaw actually drops. by the time the bright pop of disco-synth hits the song, you'd swear the mirrorball is reflecting little stars and hearts into his candied-apple eyes. he's drinking it all in: the drama, the sly and exaggerated winks that put his own oversized winking habits to shame — the gowns, the sequins, the feathers, the heels. the long lashes and sultry stagecraft, the pageantry, the snark, the fun. the music, the theatre of it all, the spotlights and the perfections and the imperfections — and the brightness, like staring into the spiritual equivalent of an anulax battery explosion.

you leave him at some point, just for a moment —making your way to the bar, bringing back the sugary tequila cocktails he's lately taken to liking so much — and he doesn't even touch it. maybe takes a sip, but forgets it's there. it's probably the first time you've seen rocket ignore an opportunity to get at least slightly buzzed (hey, he's made progress in recent years). but this time, the temptation isn't even present. he's staring at the stage, swaying and bopping to the lip-synced lyrics — completely glitterdrunk. he's fixated on the satin corsets and the braying laughter and the ribald jokes, the irreverence that somehow feels like coming home, and all the while he’s wondering what his own long claws would look like if they were painted that color.

it's not like rocket hasn't seen theatrical gender performance before. it's a common-enough phenomenon in deep space, where there are as many expressions of identity as there are stars in the sky. a lot of cultures are far more chill about crossing gender lines or leaning into extreme caricatures, for a kaleidoscope of reasons. some planets don't even have lines to cross, either because gender is a nonconstruct or because it's so extremely flux that it might as well be superfluid helium.

but there's something about this kind of performance that just hits different for rocket. he probably doesn't know enough terran history to understand what he's picking up on. sure, in the far-reaches of the galaxy, diverse gender expression may be the norm — but here on terra, there are conservatives and bioessentialists and police raids and worse. what rocket sees — folded in between the blade-sharp eyeliner and the spun-sugar wigs and the gunmetal-glint of sequins — is rebellion. it's the core blazing fire of demanding the right to be exactly who you are or who you want to be, even if only for a moment. it’s throwing fists when you have to and protecting your people when you can. it's the freedom to give an acrylic-tipped middle-finger to anyone who ever thought they had the right to reinvent you according to their idea of perfection.

it's a fuck-you to every high evolutionary out there, herbert e wyndham or otherwise.

and — maybe more importantly — it’s not just the struggle. in the face of every hostile neighbor and violent lawmaker, it’s taking back some fucking joy.

rocket can taste it.

which is probably why he doesn't want to leave, even after the show draws to a close and someone's yelling about last call. by the time you finally convince him to go out to the sidewalk and wait for your uber back home, a small number of the queens are departing as well — clustered on the sidewalk like gems snatched from taneleer tivan's jewelry box. you don't think you've ever seen this damn raccoon treat an adult-humie-stranger with anything softer than semi-polite suspicion — yourself included — but suddenly, he's turning up the charm, sidling up to the ladies to thank them for their performance.

the queens, of course, are immediately smitten. who's this handsome fucking dreamboat, and how’d he get those biceps, and does he want a selfie? rocket lets them coo over him with exaggerated, syrupy delight — not even snapping when one of them scritches his ears. he shrugs and juts his thumb at you and gives one of them your goddamn phone number, and they squish in for the aforementioned snapshot. he's got big ol' lipstick-prints in his fur already and when someone raises a paint-arched brow and comments suggestively on the many possible uses of his tail, rocket finally sinks into that familiar shit-eating smirk.

you breathe a sigh of relief when you see it. for a couple seconds there, you’d barely even recognized him.

the uber pulls up and the queens pout — how did the surly jackass who steals your pillow and eats all your lucky charms manage to dazzle them all in less than five minutes? — and when rocket gets in the vehicle, he immediately goes quiet in that way he does — suddenly pensive. thoughtful.

your phone buzzes. it's the selfie of him and the goddamn queens. you lean over and show it to him, and he nods, the corner of his mouth curving faintly. His tail flicks on the seat between you, and his ears twitch as he turns to look out the window.

thanks.

you startle when he speaks, despite the fact that you usually can't get him to shut up. but the quiet gratitude sits between you on the bench like a third passenger in the backseat of the car, studded with distant stars and the receding lights of the city.

no problem, you say slowly. i knew you'd like it — i just didn't know how much. you tilt your head. maybe trust me the next time i tell you i wanna take you somewhere.

he scoffs quietly, but the sound is only made of soft camaraderie and old habit. and then — slowly, like the words are hard to find between stoplights and midnight shadows — he adds, this was... special.

you can hear him swallow. his head is still turned to peer out his window, but you can see the ghost of his reflection in the glass: eyes red as lollipops and sour candy, sometimes turning flat-gold with the passing light. His eyelids flicker shut, then reopen.

some asshole once told me— he starts. stops. swallows again. clears his throat. some asshole once told me we all had this — this sacred fuckin' mission to — to take a cacophony of sounds and turn it into a song.

you can hear the words he's quoting, and his voice drips thick with disdain — and also maybe some uncertainty. some vulnerability. whoever it was who'd said this thing to him — it had cut deep, and put down venomous roots. but you don't respond. not yet. you've learned to wait in moments like this — to let the silence curl around you both, low and comforting as old quilts.

but this, he says finally, four blocks later. this was like... taking songs and turning them into a cacophony. but of — of good things. his brows crease in his reflection, and you an see his eyes flick back and forth, searching the darkness.

a cacophony of liberation, you suggest quietly. and of — joy, and reclamation, and — togetherness, i guess.

he lets out a breath so heavy that his shoulders drop when they're free of it. you stretch across the bench-seat, and you know he's watching your hand reach for him in the window's reflection — but he doesn't draw away from you, not even when you card your fingers through the soft fur at the base of his ears, tousling a soft cloud of pixie-dust sparkle into the air.

and of glitter, you add lightly. you hear the uber driver muffle a grunt of dismay.

but rocket just smirks out the window.

yeah, he says, and it takes a second for you to realize that even though he's agreeing with you, he's also confirming something he's been turning over in the privacy of his own head — all night, maybe. when he repeats himself under his breath, it sounds — it sounds like a soft new bandage, almost. like he’d gone to check on a wound he’d thought had turned to rot, only to learn the the scar’s looking clean and smooth and healthy, and healing up just right.

yeah. that fucker was frickin' wrong.

as per frickin' usual.

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WIP Game Snippet (and Last Line Challenge)

So I'm starting at the bottom of my WIP Game snips this time--below you'll find my 25 sentences for Operation Groundhog AU (plus a little extra).

This is also gonna serve as my response to @frostbitebakery's tag for the Last Line Challenge!

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like). 

Open tags for that one. I've tagged too many people recently LOL

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It’s not the Captain that finds them later, sitting in a little break room they’re definitely not supposed to be in and waiting for news. It’s one of the Admiral’s flag aides.

LCDR Sam Silenski, he introduces himself. Early forties, maybe, boxier build of a man who spends a lot of time behind a desk and makes up for it in a gym, a dark sweep of brown hair mixed with gray. One of the more senior members of Admiral Kazansky’s staff. His handshake’s firm when he shakes Ice’s and then Mav’s hands, gives them both a smile. “The Captain asked me to grab you two on the way out and get you back to base,” he says. “There’s not going to be much news tonight.”

“But it’s going okay?” Mav interjects, when Ice can’t manage to find the words to ask.

Silenski shrugs. “I have permission to inform you both that they avoided a respirator,” he offers. “Which is good, because the Admiral--” his eyes catch on Ice, and he clearly amends what he was going to say. “The Admiral doesn’t like being out of commission that long. He’s had to call in his deputy exactly once since assuming command, and… it was… not an enjoyable experience for anyone.”

Mav snickers, elbows Ice in the ribs. Ice finds a ghost of a smile to give him.

Silenski walks them out to his car--a beat up jeep, shit all over the back seat like most cars Ice has seen. The guy looks mildly embarrassed anyway when he realizes, glancing at Ice like he’s expecting Ice to have especially stringent back seat-related standards. Ice opts not to mention that he thinks he left a gym bag with dirty clothes in his own car’s back seat before he deployed. He thinks he’s getting a sense of the mystique his older self’s been cultivating with his staff, and he doesn’t want to ruin it by being too human.

It’s a weird thing to be thinking about, but it’s better than--

Well. It’s just better.

Ice ends up taking the front seat, by virtue of having longer legs. It’s a relatively quiet trip back to the assigned housing they’d shoved Ice and Mav into at the start of last week. Mav and Silenski make small talk--baseball, and San Diego weather, and a little of what being a flag aide is like.

“I have a good job,” Silenski says, shrugging. “Good pay, interesting work. A boss who maybe could stand to take a vacation occasionally.”

“I don’t think Ice’s had that word defined for him,” Mav jokes, grinning.

“What’s a vacation?” Ice asks dutifully, and Silenski snorts.

“Alright, alright, I’ll tell them to update the betting pool,” Silenski says, and pulls up to the shitty little bungalow Ice and Mav are sharing. “Ah, Kazansky.”

Ice pauses, door open and halfway out of the car.

Silenski looks at him for a minute, mouth twisted up, and then nods. “It really is a pleasure to meet you. Sorry about the weird circumstances.”

Ice nods. “You too,” he says. “Thanks for the ride.” He gets out and closes the door before the conversation can turn to… anything else.

[papirouge]

How can you stand going into nazi discussions and reading all the crap they're writing? I hate them so much lol

I don't understand women who entertain those kind of men, I know some of them are men pretending to be women but some of them are the real deal... like they'll never respect and accept them as one of them except to be a white babies factory, yet these womens racism is bigger than their self respect and self esteem.

But what I understand even less is non-whites entertaining neo nazi ideology. I'm aware that just like with women some are just white people pretending to be PoCs, but I've known actual poc thta agree with nazism and some even post pics of themselves. It's so ugly lol but I've noticed that they always seem to be non-black PoC or if black they're light skin, they just seem to have the mentality of "at least i'm not a n*gger 🤪" thus why they think they can mingle with the whiteys and be accepted by them. Like many of them are usually pale-skinned latinos or east asians from what I've noticed. And neo nazis sometimes entertain them because they realize they're good for creating division between non-whites but they never really accept them as one of them - they're just their fighting dogs. These idiots need to realize many nazis and white supremacists barely accept white people with black hair and brown eyes as their own (sometimes they'll accept them but consider them less pure and beautiful than their blue/green eyes blond haired counterparts). That's why you'll see blond, blue-eyed neo nazi men constantly dunk on white women and brown-eyed dark haired people - even though they could be his allies he still needs to feel superior to them because he probably has nothing going for him except for his race and sex (which he has convinced himself makes him superior). He doesn't have to work for it or earn it he simply is born superior and everyone else should understand that too and treat him as such. When you think about it, it's really pathetic and stupid.

Last thing is I'll always laugh at neo nazis talking about black or brown people marrying white to "bleach/lighten their genes". Not because it's not true; many brown and black people do wish they could have light skin or white kids, hopefully with light eyes and hair too (mentol illness), but because dark skin, dark hair and brown eyes are DOMINANT genes!!! So are "black features". This is why they'll never make me feel bad about my features, God made them dominant and theirs recessive lol perhaps for a reason (this is why christians white supremacists are even more stupid to me).

I think women drawn to Nazi/misogynist see in it a form a "strong masculinity" they don't find in more liberal men. They're too dumb to realize those moids only talk smack from their socials but will shit themselves if confronted IRL with any of the demographics they shit on the regular. I mean, for so called strong men they, White nationalists are actually pretty meek when it come to display outward sign of their opinion in the real world. That's why they only do so in rallies. Standing alone they are scaredy cats that will play victim #antiwhitegenocide. You can bet that the person who made the tweet saying she went out of her way to say she was racist to that foreign bus driver whose only crime was being friendly, that if the bus driver would've reacted aggressively she would act like she was the victim. Because nazi & racists love playing the victim card whenever they initiate antagonization.¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

And yeah you're totally right about racist/Nazi non White rallying around the "at least I'm not Black" thing. It's very true for Hispanics (like Stonetoss) or Indians. No one tells them white Nazi will always consider them like inferior pawns they'll toss away the moment they're not useful. Same goes for women they'll shit on they do a step aside. Lauren Southern and Candace Owens are case study. I think dunking on other race help them cope with their otherwise shitty life : they're unemployed, broke, lonely...but at least they're not Black 🤪

And what's so funny with the so called superior aryan race is how hellbent they are to show they're superior. When you're truly secure in your superiority, you don't waste time trying to prove it. Lions don't run with dogs. I mean, I always found crazy they so much into the bio essentialist bs about IQ but yet oblivious to the fact that their own gene are recessive. Shouldn't nature favor high IQ Aryan gene instead? 🤔 Like- it never clicked to me how they flip flop around biological essentialism lol

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2. Kings

Warnings: switch povs, cursing, degrading names(slut,whore), nicknames, argument with Felix(he’s a b), Lee know is a slut LOL, some tension, smut duh, unprotected sex, slight hair pulling, oral sex(both), Teasing. Mwah 💋 long asf

Lee know..

Strange man. Handsome. Fit body. Sweet voice. Perfect side profile. Cocky personality. He is god sent. He would be the ideal man except for the personality. He needs to be humbled badly.

Currently he is leading us to his castle. Well Felix and his castle. The envy kingdom. It’s complicated…

“Here we are.” He opens the gates to met a people running around. “Forget to mention. Im a big party boy. I’m hosting a party tonight. Hope you don’t mind.” Not at all. You’re a big party girl yourself. Not exactly dressed for it though. You catch people side eyeing you and your outfit. You wore plain baggy jeans and a crop top. Not exactly party wear…

“Maybe we should find something for you to wear.” Lee know playfully hits your shoulder. You roll your eyes at him. “Only if you want. I mean you never know who you’ll meet tonight.” He’s kinda right. I mean you’re not gonna be stuck to Felix’s side forever. “Felix come. We need to talk. You there. Take y/n and get her ready.” They quickly leave.

A girl comes running to you. “Hello. This way.” She grabs your hand and lead you into a room. “Greetings princess.” People line up besides you in rows bow down to you. “Oh I’m not-“ A girl breaks your silence. “Oh bet you are. If Lee know says to dress you. You must be his princess.” You quickly deny. “Im not. Im just a guest.” They just nod their head. Multiple people come up with you with outfit ideas. You chose a simple but revealing one. To show off exactly who you are.

A black lacy two piece dress. The top being low cut, revealing you perfectly. They quickly sit you down in front of a mirror while they do your makeup. The girls come and chose emerald accessories to go with everything. They decide to put your hair half up and down. They attach a hairpin with a green snake on it. “What’s this?” You ask a girl. She smiles at you. “It’s the king’s crest. Claiming you apart of the kingdom. Lee know specifically asked us to put it on you.”

Lee know? Why would he want you to wear this? You hear a knock at the door. You look up in the mirror to see. Felix. He looks good. Perfect. “Leave us please.” The girls quickly obey and leave. Felix walks over to you slowly. He turns you in your chair. “Stand up.” You hesitate a bit. You get up and stand awkwardly. He motions his finger for you to turn. You do so.

He stares at you. “I don’t like it.” You frown at him. “What is it you don’t like?” He tilts his head. “I don’t like it, take it off. You’re showing too much.” You scoff at him. Last time you recall he wasn’t your boyfriend. And who is he to tell you how to dress? “No.” He steps closer to you. “Are you deaf? Take. It. Off. Or Do I have to rip it off you?” His hand reaches for your top.

“Don’t touch me. You’re not my boyfriend. You don’t have a say in what I do. ” He steps back. His hands go into his pockets. “You better behave tonight. I have important guests coming.” He walks over to the mirror to adjust his hair. “First time revealing myself to everyone. I need it to be perfect. So don’t do anything stupid.” He turns around and looks you up and down. “Also one thing.. you talk like that to me again. I will throw you out. Don’t think for a second I won’t.” He walks away without a second look.

“You think you’re so high and mighty..” you yell at before he leaves. He turns around to glare at you. “I made you Felix. Without me, you would be nothing. You would still be living in that shitty home. With no one but yourself.” A cup of glass drives right by your head. Nearly missing you. He runs up to you. Inches away now. “No honey. Without me you would be nothing. Getting fucked by a group of boys. Probably dead in a ditch. Be grateful.” And with that he leaves.

What. The. Actual. Fuck. Who the hell does he think he is? You made him. You lead him to find that charm. That stupid ring. You gave him those powers. He wants you to behave? You’ll show him. You look in the mirror at yourself. You won’t forget that. You’ll make him regret it. You grab a pair of heels and put them on.

You walk out and practically strut down the hallway. Finding to see the party has started. You reach the balcony and stare down at the people. “Drink?” A waiter comes up to you. You gladly take the drink and take a sip. It’s sweet. You watch the group of people come in. Trying to pay attention to see any attractive ones. No one catches your eyes. Boring.

“Having fun?” You turn to see Lee know standing beside you. Coming to lean on the balcony with you. Taking notice of his outfit. Wearing the same snake symbol on his collar. “Not really.” He takes a sip of his drink. Placing it on the cold balcony. He touches the bracelet on your wrist. “Hmm. Surprised to see you wearing it. Guess I claimed you.” You glare at him. He looks good. In a elegant black suit. Hair slightly in his eyes. “Why don’t you come with me? We’re expecting some important guests soon.” He reaches his hand out for you to take it. You smile at him. You grab his hand. “Why not?” He pulls you in by the waist and you walk down the staircase together.

Feeling eyes on you as you walk down. Him never breaking eye contact with you. “You look beautiful tonight. Perfect.” You turn away at his compliment. You got to give it to him. He does know how to flirt. You turn to see Felix glaring at you. To tease him you pretend to fix Lee know’s collar. Turning to face Lee know. Staring up into his eyes. His hands on your lower back. Eyes daring you to try to do something. Anything.

You pull away hiding your smirk. “Excuse me, my king. You’re guests are here.” He walks away following the servant. Leaving you wondering who is so important. Next you hear a clicking of a glass. “Excuse me, my dear guests..”

Lee know is giving a speech. The crowd moves away to leave space for him to be easily seen. A circle surrounding 8 men. 8 Incredibly attractive men.

“Today I have gathered all the holders of the kingdoms... although there is one who hasn’t come forward. The holder of Lust. We have learned that the charm has been claimed but the holder has not come forward. If you know anything please let us know.. with all being said. Let’s party.” The crowd cheers and the music is blasting. Making eye contact with Hyunjin. What a weirdo.

You walk away up the balcony. Turning around to see Hyunjin still watching you. You wink at him and turn back around. Walking back to your original spot on the balcony. Watching Felix demonstrate his new powers. Bringing candles to float in the air. One coming towards you and falling in front of you. Tsk. Whatever.

“Same spot, huh?” Lee know again. You let out a small laugh. “Mhmm perfect view from here.” He stands next to you. Closer than last time. His arm comes over your shoulder. Playing lightly with your hair. His scent fills your nose. Shit. He smells so good. “Im bored, let’s fuck.”

You look at him, eyes wide out. You’re taken back by his bold words. “What?” He smirks at you. “You heard me.” You roll your eyes at him. His hand comes up to your chin. Pulling you in closer. “Mm I like it when you roll your eyes at me..” he leans in to your ear. “Makes me wanna fuck you hard.” Your mouth opens slightly. His hand travel down to your lower back. “Would you like that, baby?”

You start to blush a little. He bites your earlobe softly and you let out a small whimper. “What was that? Enjoying this, beautiful?” He comes back to face you, eyes full of lust. “I won’t do anything you don’t want to do. Just tell me what you want.” You feel as if he took away your words. Nothing but your breath coming out your mouth. “Words, baby. I want to hear you say it.” His thumb starts to play with your lower lip.

“I want you Lee know. Anything. Please. Just make me feel good.” He smirks at your words. “Good girl.” He leads you by your waist. Quickly leading you into a room. “Let no one in.” He demands a servant before closing the door.

He pushes you up against the wall. “Fuck, you just look too good.” His lips attach to yours. Passionate. Not messy. Mouths moving in sync. Slowly you open your mouth. Letting his tongue slip right in. Letting a satisfied moan slip out. Your leg wraps around his waist. Feeling pounding in your lower stomach. His hand caresses your leg. “So sweet.” He brings your other leg up on his waist. Carrying you up and setting you down on the bed softly. Not ever breaking the kiss.

His lips leave yours to travel down your neck. Sucking softly and leaving little trails. You let your heels slip off and fall on the floor. His lips leave your neck and he steps back. “Take off your clothes for me.” He watches you carefully. You slip your panties down your legs slowly. Putting on a show for him. You lift your shirt off you, throwing it on the floor. You open your legs wide for him. Making him groan at the sight.

“Are you gonna ruin me? Use me? I’m all yours.”

You start to caress your breasts. Watching him as he starts to take off his belt, then his shirt. Jaír as you expected. A perfect built body. You put two of your fingers in your mouth, making them moist. Reaching down and starting to softly tease yourself. Rubbing your folds then starting to rub small circles on your clit. Your mouth falling open and head slightly falling back. Having him watch you is different. You’ve never had anyone watch you.

“Nuh uh. You don’t get to touch yourself.” He pushes you on your back. Spreading your legs back open. Kissing your inner thigh. His thumb comes up to circle your clit. Making you practically jolt in pleasure. “Mm. So sensitive.” Teasing you. He places a kiss on your clit. “Please.” He looks up at you and smirks.

“Desperate, are you?” He chuckles. You roll your eyes. “Mm don’t forget what I told you about that, baby.” You make eye contact with him. He licks a strip up your folds. Making your back arch a bit. He starts to suck on your clit softly. Using two fingers to enter inside you. Curling them and making you scream in pleasure. He continues and you feel like you’re in straight heaven. Fucking you with his fingers. You tangle your hands in his hair. Your hips moving in circles for more friction.

You love this feeling but something’s missing. You need him. Need him inside you. Reaching places you never knew that could be reached. “Lee know..” he brakes away to come face to face with you. “What is it, my pretty?” He caresses your cheek. “Need more.. please..” Starting to unbutton his pants. He pulls them down with his boxers quickly. His cock coming up to slap against his stomach.

You look down. Just the sight makes you’re mouth water. He is bigger than you thought. “Like what you see?” He laughs and teases you. He won’t be laughing for long. You pull him and lay him on his back. Quickly unclipping your bra and throwing it. Grabbing his hands to grope your tits. You reach down and start to pump him up and down. His face quickly turns from amused to shocked. “What’s wrong, Cat got your tongue?” You crawl down his body, connecting your mouth to him. Licking and Sucking on the tip. Slowly taking as much of him in your mouth and using your hand to help you.

His head falls back on the bed. He lets out shaky moans and low whimpers. Making butterflies appear in your tummy. “Fuck just like that.” His hand grips on your hair. Slightly moving your head with your rhythm. You choke slightly when his hand lowers you down more. He pulls you away from him. Pushing you on your stomach. “I can’t do it anymore. Need to fucking feel you.” He lifts you up by your waist. Pulling your skirt up to your waist. He lines himself up to you. Easing himself in as you both moan out.

He goes in all the way slowly. Feeling him sinfully stretch you out. Your hands beginning to feel weak. “Fuck. So tight.” His hands grab a fistful of your hair. Bringing you upright. “Gonna stretch you out so good. You’re fucking mine now.” He pushes you down. You don’t even let your hands catch you and you fall into the sheets. He begins to start thrusting hard into you. Making moans slip out of you like crazy.

“Oh fuck. You feel like heaven.” He mumbles out. Him slipping in and out of you quickly. “Such a sweet little cunt. All for me.” You whimper out. Feeling a knot in your stomach starting. “Such a good little slut for me.” You clench hard at his words. He’s driving you crazy. “Shit, you liked that? Like being called my slut?” You babble at his words. Clenching hard again.

“Fuck. Imma make you mine. My whore.” Your back starts to arch and you push back into him with his thrusts. He pushes up hitting your g-spot. “Found it.” He continues thrusting up into it. Abusing your g spot. You’re basically screaming at this point. He starts to rub your clit making the pleasure intensify all more. Starting to tremble from all the pleasure. “Come on. Cum for me baby.” You gladly oblige as your feel the knot begin to loosen. You let your orgasm over take you. Lee know riding it out for you. It is the biggest orgasm you’ve ever had. Leaving your head woozy after. He reaches his high too. He pulls out and cums all over your thighs.

“Fuck. We gotta do that again.” You laugh and turn to look at him. He grabs a rag and cleans your thighs. You turn and lay on your back, staring up at the ceiling. He begins to dress himself. You sit up and watch him. “What? I’m hosting a party remember. Gotta get back out there.” You nod your head. Grabbing your clothes from off the floor. Dressing yourself.

“By the way. I don’t wanna be yours. You can take this back.” You take off the bracelet and throw it to him. He catches it and looks at you confused. You put on your heels and clean your lipstick. “Bye bye. Thanks for the fuck.” You open the door and leave him. You giggle to yourself after.

Walking past a room with the door slightly open. You get curious and look. Seeing Felix passed out on a bed. You walk in and look at him. Pathetic.

The next morning~

Fuck my head hurts. I gotta get some water. I walk down the stairs to see all the holders standing in a circle. “What’s going on?”

They all turn and face me. “Fucking. Y/n.” Lee know says gritting his teeth. “I’m confused..” he glares at me angrily. “Look at your fucking ring Felix.” I look down. “I don’t have one on-.” Wait. What the fuck. WHERES MY RING. “What the fuck happened?!” I yell out.

“Y/n happened. Tell me something Felix. How did you not know that y/n was the holder of lust this whole time?” Hyunjin asks me.

“I figured it out. I slowed down the time when I saw her walking up the stairs. She turned around and winked at me in normal time. That’s when I knew. But I was too late when I connected the dots. She had already left.”

“She must’ve got you’re ring when you were pasted out Felix.” Lee knows says. I notice that he is also missing his ring. “And what about yours? How did she get it?”

He rubs the back of his neck. “She must’ve got it when we were fucking.” What.

“What the fuck did you just say.” Changbin grabs my shoulder. “Don’t even. That doesn’t matter now.”

“Now she has both envy and lust. She’s gonna try to become the ruler of the 7 kingdoms.” Chan says. “We’re fucked.”

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[cult-of-the-eye]

Feeling shitty so I'm gonna treat myself to MAG 84

MARTIN K BLACKWOOD MY BELOVED

oh my god he's so plainly nervous omg this is such a difference to jon

the way jon does his whole pompous ass speech listing way too much information to look like he knows what he's doing but martin is way more pragmatic the way he just gives the necessary information

its so funny that the apparent least skilful of the archive crew is taking up the statements and doing it better than jon

he's really getting into it, he's doing the voices and everything

at first i couldn't get over how Martin he was but it sort of fades as he gets into it

is margaret carnegie someone i'm supposed to keep track of?

hoarding, dirt, the dump

corruption vibes

rat butler that's so fucking funny kids are so creative with their insults

loved the scary stories? i guess that part wasn't what scared him but i think it does raise an interesting point about what avatars do with people who get joy from a fear - do they hate those people? see them as challenges to make the joy turn sour?

what the fuck is she doing with gordon??

the way he said rot oh my god

baked beans????? lol

ew

EW

EW WHAT THE FUCK

FUCK THE FUCK OFF MAGGIE

GORDON WAS FINE????????

GORDIE'S DUMP.

oh my god that means someone did that to maggie before her, how long had this cycle been going??? who was the original?? was she priming him to become her all this time??? why him?? and who will be gordie's next victim?? wow i wonder what happened to the statement giver, it would've been interesting to see what he did next

oh god poor martin

his whole brush with jane prentiss and the worms and the corruption and the next time he's doing a statement its another one about fucking worms

that's so creepy horror institute of them i bet elias somehow made this happen

he's doing better than i thought he would be tbh

the biggest thing he's worried about is if it was a good job or not

i guess he still wants jon to come back and scold him about some mistake he made in the recording

HE STILL CALLS HIM THE HEAD ARCHIVIST. HE IS REFUSING TO ACCEPT ANYTHING ELSE. HE BELIEVES IN JON MORE THAN JON BELIEVES IN JON REALLY.

ABSENT. fuck. hd

tim if he feels like it - HA that's so tim and also literally me

i actually once had a similar experience to that

hmm yet another thing i have similar to Tim

he doesn't have jon's emphasis on rigorousness cause he doesn't feel the need to prove himself, he thins all he can do is get it done so that's what he's doing

what's this little slip up with i vs we? did he drag tim with him? was tim so unhelpful that martin did it himself so he was gonna be like yeah fuck this i did it myself but then he stopped himself and was like no we did it together?

classic inside bitch outside nice person martin

pneumonia - newspaper pulp?????? cancerous growths???? insect legs???? fuck off oh god SOMEHOW STILL MOVING ew ew ew

IT WENT MISSING

GORDON TOOK HER????

i think it's interesting how martin doesn't have the same scepticism as jon, which seems obvious cause he's had multiple run ins with the paranormal, he'd have no reason to disbelieve that it could happen but what's interesting is that he believes it happened to him. yeah i think the fact that he's dealt with worms before and the anxiety of not being believed probably makes him inclined to believe him or even he's just got way too much to worry about rather than whether or not someone's statement is fake

i wonder if anyone's got any good archivist!martin headcanons i feel like that would be so cool

melanie king!!!!!! why is she looking for him???

SHE GOT SHOT IN INDIA????? HER WAR GHOSTS???

it's so cool that throughout all of that, she's come to jon to talk about it cause he's the only one who understands

i guess he has that sort of charm about him

the statement is so disoriented its clear she was looking for jon and jon only but still martin offers to take her statement

he's trying to be as helpful as possible despite everything

jon's missing, they think he killed someone - i love his non-accusatory language

ha accidentally bore them to death - I LOVE YOU MELANIE

HE DIDN'T ha he's so indignant

i'm so happy that jurgen leitner's legacy has become "old man who got pipe murdered"

YEAH if jon were to ever murder someone, he'd do it in the most convoluted, worst way possible, like try to poison someone and end up accidentally counter acting it in some way or some shit like that

oh god they don't know about the not them and sasha oh no that's gonna be devastating when they do find out

god the institute really is where you come when you're desperate and out of options

he listens - i think that's the first good thing i've heard someone say about jon in the entire podcast oh my god

martin trying to be helpful again

ELIAS FUCK YOU FUCK OFF

martin's so nervous around him!!! i guess he's still the big boss and he's lied on his CV

HE KNOWS GHOST HUNT OF COURSE HE FUCKING DOES THIS CARTOON VILLAIN OF A MAN HONESTLY I BET HE WATCHES ALL THE PARANORMAL STUFF EVEN THE SHITTY ONES LIKE GIGGLING AND KICKING HIS FEET JUST FOR THE FUN OF IT

he even kept up with the fact that ghost hunt ended as well the bastard

"showed surprising promise" even his compliments suck

oh my god all of this is just a wink wink to jon. she doesn't know how much promise she actually had, she doesn't know how deep the paranormal stuff goes

martin's trying to get her to leave YES YES he's smarter than people give him credit for

he's such a snickering evil bastard oh my god he knows jon will come back or daisy will kill him so he doesn't need to worry about filling vacancies until daisy tells him otherwise

FORMAL QUALIFICATIONS AREN'T EVERYTHING, MARTIN

HE KNOWS. OF COURSE HE KNOWS. OH HE'S SUCH A DICKHEAD.

god he's desperate like what do you think you're gonna say to try and stop someone from taking a cursed job in front of said boss of cursed job while you are in the same cursed job

THE STATIC INCREASES

problem, martin?? FUCK EIHBCBIKLBRWILNW

MARTIN TRIED TO STOP HER. THE ANGER. ANGRY MARTIN SUPREMACY. HE WAITS UNTIL HE'S ALONE TO BE MAD. EVEN HIS ANGER IS TO SERVE OTHER PEOPLE. WOW.

Amazing episode. I hate elias. I may hate insects more. Ew.

[stinkyhorsebitch]

Seeing Alex holding a baby made me wonder what Beetlejuice would be like with kids. Your thoughts? Obviously he adores Lydia, and if Charles and Delia ever had kids he'd take to being the Weird Eclectic Uncle like a duck to water (god help anyone who tries to hurt that child or even looks at them funny). But I think he'd also be pretty good with kids in general. Like he knows what it's like to have a shitty childhood, and what it feels like to have people who care, so he'd want to help out kids in the same situation. Maybe be some kind of counselor? Delia would probably be ecstatic the first time he comes to her with questions about getting into the field.

i`ll happily give my 2cents about it too

If a child ever landed in his grubby hands i really hope it wouldnt just be him alone with a small child. Dont get me wrong he would try his best but i dont think that man knows the first thing about childcare or has a responsible bone in his body (that creature just puts coke in his pocket, no baggie, just loose..). Im honestly not even sure if he ever was a human child? So it teeters on what hes seen over the years of being invisible.

Now what im 100% sure about is that kids would just be drawn to the funny, green haired weirdo like cats to somebody who`s allergic. Ask him about every weird thing he does and hed of course would anwer with no filter at all.

And then theres the problem with his temper, he throws temper tantrums like a toddler himself and has huuuuge anger problems. This might make relate better to the kids, so he might know how to help a kid get thru something like that (i wouldnt bet on it tho).

With help and guidance tho he might be a good babysitter for a few hours, he is an eccelent entertainer and would keep a child well occopied. Maybe with "magic" tricks or funny not apropriate for a child stories.

in the end i think it just comes down to the vers. of BJ that lives in your head guess mine is more of an unbridled idiot lol

thanks for your ask<3

[teasdays]

Hi hello I'm your friendly neighbourhood ghost, can I pretty please have the context about Wilbur abuse??? If you are ok with it of course , And thank you, I hope you are having a great day

hi hello ghost! Yeah no worries, I bet it's... difficult to wade through everything that's been going on

So last week, Shubble (streamer, she/they) hosted a stream about their experiences with an unnamed abuser. You can watch it here (if you prefer to read, turn on CC & read the transcript). It's a pretty hard-hitting video, and people pretty immediately guessed that it was, in fact, Wilbur Soot. He's since confirmed it himself in a statement/kind of apology (?) which u can find on his twitter... Shubble has, understandably, rejected it.

That's the short answer!

Uh for a longer one lol, there's more info here: this is an EXCELLENT conversation Shubble had (before W*lbur was officially named) with her friend lexiemariex. They both talk about the abuse and misogyny they've faced as women dating within the streaming community. Neither of them named anyone at this point either, and I actually haven't had time to watch the whole thing yet !! But about 45 minutes in so far they have both shared a lot of really important perspectives on domestic abuse, their experiences as victims (in their words) during & in recovery from those relationships, and about the really harmful norms within streaming.

Just to add a couple comments of my own: if a community is MAINLY dominated by white cis men, that's usually NOT a coincidence; it's usually (at least partly) because the environment is hostile to diversity. Several other people have also come forward about negative experiences with Shubble's ex in particular, but I REALLY think--personally--that it is a mistake to focus just on him. He is, for better or worse, Just Some Guy: it REALLY sounds like his behaviours reflect a deeply harmful culture within streaming. We can't and should not try to cancel all streamers, obviously! But... if we REALLY want to centre survivors? We need to hold the whole community accountable for the CULTURE they've gotten comfortable with.

To be clear, I'm not suggesting that all white men in streaming are malicious people, who only want to hurt/abuse/have power over the weak & helpless women in their sphere. But there's been writing on the wall for a long time: there's a lot of casual misogyny that we HAVE seen streamers ignore, even if they wouldn't (necessarily...) make those jokes themselves. I do NOT have receipts on hand lol, but that's been my observation over the years. So I think it's... too simplistic to say that Shubble's ex, and lexie's, were just outliers. A couple of bad eggs.

We can cancel them, and exile them from streaming, sure--fine. We certainly don't owe anyone a platform. But we also NEED to look beyond the individual people & understand that every single one of them is a product of their culture and community.

tl;dr Shubble's ex is shitty, for sure, but he's not the whole problem! He's a symptom.

oh omg last thing actually: as people navigate how to respond to unfeminist/antifeminist content creators, I'd like to recommend Roxane Gay's perspective in Bad Feminist (excerpt here). As people who consume media, we have to understand that our consumption will always be imperfect, because (again) the problems are deeply embedded in like. the whole culture . We can & will continue to work for a better future, but in the meantime we've gotta forgive ourselves & our comrades for being imperfect <3