#i hope the ‘younger people’ comment doesn’t sound patronising I don’t mean for it to be!!!!

[stupidlittlespirit]

Hey I’m that whiny anon that went on a lil’ rant lol. People are basically saying that billford is canon actually based on that one clip that you posted where he talks about their relationship. Or another recorded version of that clip anyways! It’s more funny to me now honestly that people are using this clip to try and say “canon” and yet most people are willing to happily ignore the “plansexual” joke in the bob. Not even to say that means Ford is 100% unquestionably ace, bc it doesn’t, but it’s just funny what people so happily overlook! Anyways I truly adore anything you ever have to say on bill and ford’s relationship I feel that it’s probably one of the most accurate interpretations out there.

Ohh I understand! And you’re not whiny haha!

Yeah, I mean people pick and choose what they want to hear, that’s very normal. That ship is popular and those people are the loudest, and asexuality is unfortunately not really cared for that much.

I don’t think any relationship in the show is canon (except the cops haha) and I prefer it that way because I don’t really like romance in stuff like that. I like it in fanon more. I mean, I ship fiddauthor but I’m not going to tell people they’re canon just because Fiddleford does a bunch of things that I believe show his love and care towards Ford (and there is a lot!). My perception of love is different from someone else’s so they might not see it that way.

And I hate to be that person but media literacy is also at an all time low too and people will hear ‘relationship’ and immediately ascribe it to romanticism or sex, which in a lot of people’s minds is more valid or entertaining, as opposed to platonic or friendship/familial.

Shippers (especially younger people) can be known for being loud and obnoxious with it sometimes (not all, obviously!), I know I used to be one of those people too, and people get swept up because the internet is anonymous so you can say what you like. I think that people also consider their ships an extension of themselves, so disagreement feels personal.

It sucks but fandom has always been like that. I think maybe it’s worse now for a plethora of reasons a lot of other fandom members have brought up (I’ve seen some great discussions on tiktok actually, of all places).

You just kind of have to curate your own experience in fandom and make friends with the people you agree with, and block keywords or people you don’t care about. That’s why I don’t believe in ‘proships’: it’s not real people in real world situations and I don’t need to tell someone not to follow me if I disagree with them, I just ignore them.

And thank you! I’m glad you like my hot takes haha ❤️

[beatles-slash-fiction]

“Ready, fellas?”

Paul opens his mouth, rotates his jaw slowly, closes it again. He’s already done a few simple exercises that he’d normally do before a night of singing to warm himself up.

“Ready,” Paul says confidently, making himself comfortable on his knees in front of John.

He glances over at George, his competition, who is looking equally determined from his position kneeling in front of Ringo.

“I hope you’ve managed to get lots of practice in, Georgie,” Paul taunts playfully with a grin. “Because I’ve been doing this a lot longer than you.”

George blushes a little, but otherwise doesn’t look fazed. “Can we just get on with it?”

John laughs. “Eager, eh? Okay, you know the rules. No lips on dicks until I say go. Ringo, you and I have to keep our hands off our cocks until it’s over. First lad to make his fella come is the winner.”

Paul tries not to smirk. He knows he has this in the bag. He’s seen and experienced George’s blowjob technique; it’s good, but Paul’s is better. Paul is more experienced and he’s been doing this a lot longer with John than George has with Ringo.

When John says the word go, Paul wastes no time in fastening his lips around the older man’s erection. He can see George do the same to Ringo out of the corner of his eye, and he knows he needs to forget about his competition and just focus on getting John off if he wants to win this thing.

Sucking John off is a fine art to Paul. It’s like a map he’s read a thousand times and doesn’t really need to look at any more; he can go in blindfolded and navigate his way perfectly. He knows exactly where to swipe his tongue, how deep to take John and when, which parts of him are sensitive. He knows he needs to play with John’s balls to get the best result, and he needs to make little sighs and moans to let John know he’s enjoying it.

John is being very vocal which is a good sign; he grunts a lot when he’s on the edge, which means they’re close.

Paul is vaguely aware of Ringo making noise too, although he seems to be actually speaking to George; muttering little words of encouragement that Paul can’t quite hear over the sound of George slurping and choking slightly.

George has let this get to his head. Paul can tell from the noises he’s making that he’s trying too hard; George is too focussed on the expectation on him and isn’t relaxing and having fun. He’s trying to deepthroat Ringo and is gagging, which definitely won’t be a turn on for Ringo.

It doesn’t matter, anyway; Paul sets himself a new record.

In what must be less than five minutes, John is moaning and coming in Paul’s mouth.

Paul is triumphant as he swallows it all, looking up at John through his lashes, who pats him proudly on the head. He wasn’t expecting this to go any other way.

He turns to look at George, and he can’t help but feel sorry for the younger man.

George knows he’s been defeated and it’s affecting his performance; he’s trying to get Ringo off as fast as he can with his mouth and hands, but it just looks rather clumsy, and poor Ringo is clearly too nice to say anything about it.

“Steady on, son,” John chuckles. “You’ll have his dick off at this rate.”

George turns redder, and his eyes are wet.

Paul shifts closer to him, pity overwhelming him. “Why don’t I give you a hand? Your jaw must be getting tired-“

“No,” George snaps, a string of saliva and precum connecting his bottom lip with Ringo’s dick. “I can do it.”

But it’s clear he’s getting tired, and Ringo’s arousal is flagging. There’s also the unspoken knowledge that George hates people coming in his mouth.

It’s only a game. Paul’s prize is that he’s meant to get a blowjob himself from George as the loser, but he knows there’s no way George is going to have enough energy for that after this. And he can see it’s clearly so much more than a game to George, who is the most inexperienced of them all when it comes to sex. This is about his pride and how he thinks his boyfriends perceive him.

It’s another painful fifteen minutes before George finally gives up with his mouth and wanks Ringo off with his hand. He’s trying to hide his tears of frustration as Ringo comes, and the humiliation on his face is heartbreaking.

“About bloody time,” John comments, thoughtless as ever. “You could definitely use some more practice.”

Paul whacks John’s thigh, and gives him a look as if to say be grateful I didn’t aim higher.

“Well I thought you were brilliant, Georgie,” Ringo says softly.

But George knows when he’s being patronised, and it’s clear he’s in a terribly low mood. He looks completely defeated when he meets Paul’s gaze.

“I know you won, Paul, but I really don’t want to do this right now. Another time, yeah?”

Paul is just about to tell him not to worry about it when John suggests the two of them sixty-nine, which earns him a whack on the arm from Ringo.

George wordlessly gets up and stumbles to the bathroom on shaky legs, and Paul’s heart sinks as the door clicks shut and they hear the shower turning on.

This is not going to be an easy fix.

[mochatears]

Ricken / Lysithea Supports (SS!AU)

In a surprise turn of events, when the Silver Sheep became a last minute addition to Officers Academy for the year, Ricken was the youngest student rather than Lysithea. There's only a few months difference between the two, however Lysithea deems to treat Ricken similar to how she does others who are younger than her. Ricken, who hates being considered a child just as much as she does, takes issue with it...

... Although he doesn't know how to bring it up with her. In the end it comes up unexpectedly, when Lysithea seems overly concerned to him, and he's feeling a bit grumpy.

[ This is a set of supports I drafted for the Silver Sheep AU. It’s basically just two people who hate being fussed over, being fussed over by each other... Idk if it turned out any good... I think it’s a bit ooc, and I can’t really tell if I’m writing good dialogue when it comes to writing support conversations, for some reason? I tend to read other supports to get into the characters better, so maybe it’s because I’m trying to emulate FE’s support style? Anyway, if you like this, feel free to request more! I mentioned it in my last Silver Sheep post, but I have a lot of fun writing FE supports, even though I think they’re kinda ooc a lot of the time. I’m interested which of the nine Awakening characters people want to interact with the FE3H characters! Oh, but idk about Hubert or Dedue having supports... I’m still trying to keep it relatively close to canon... Anyway! ]

- - -

Ricken:

Urgh, why... isn't this making sense?

Lysithea:

Oh, good morning Ricken.

Ricken:

It's like... and then...

Lysithea:

Ricken? Ricken!

Ricken:

Ahh! Lysithea! Where did you come from?

Lysithea:

I've been trying to get your attention for five minutes! You seem troubled, is something the matter?

Ricken:

Oh, no, everything's fine!

Lysithea:

No it's not. You're just being stubborn. Stop, it's unbecoming.

Ricken:

You mean childish? Just because you're a few months older than me doesn't mean you're allowed to treat me like a kid. I hate it just as much as you do.

Lysithea:

Wh-? Well, maybe you should stop acting like one, then? Follow my example. Be more mature and stop acting like a pest. Aren't you a noble?

Ricken:

I'm a pest? You're the one that came over here to pester me! I didn't ask you to!

Lysithea:

I-I was merely concerned! I won't worry about you in the future, if this is how you're going to respond.

[ The sound of a book slamming closed. ]

Ricken:

Good bye, Lysithea.

[ Ricken Retreats. ]

Lysithea:

What is up with him? I'm sure he's not normally like this... Perhaps its to do with whatever was bothering him? No matter. He doesn't want to talk to me. That's fine.

- - -

Ricken:

Hey, Lysithea! I've been meaning to find you!

Lysithea:

Oh? Why? You went off in such a huff last time we spoke.

Ricken:

Yeah, it's about that, actually. I wanted to apologise.

Lysithea:

You do?

Ricken:

Yes. I shouldn't have raised my voice at you like that. It was very rude, not like me at all. You were probably right, in any case. I try so hard to be seen as an adult, but I suppose I probably still act my age.

Lysithea:

I... I don't really think anything like that, Ricken. I'm sorry too. I was just worried when I saw you, I hope you understand.

Ricken:

Of course! Apology accepted!

Lysithea:

If you don't mind me asking... what was it that was troubling you the other day, anyway?

Ricken:

Oh, that? I wasn't understanding the book I was reading. I'd been up all night trying to finish it, but it stopped making sense. It's probably why I was so grumpy when you came to talk to me. I had a rest and then the book made more sense and I felt guilty for yelling at you.

Lysithea:

You were studying? That's diligent of you. You shouldn't skip out on sleep though, even so.

Ricken:

I know, I know. I've learnt my lesson.

Lysithea:

I'm glad. I know I said I wouldn't worry after you if it made you angry, but I probably will anyway.

Ricken:

It does usually annoy me when people worry after me because I'm younger, but I think it's okay if I'm allowed to worry about you too.

Lysithea:

You worry about me? How sweet! I suppose that's a fair trade.

Ricken:

It's a deal, then. You better not get angry at me for wording about you later.

- - -

Ricken:

Lysithea!

Lysithea:

Ricken? What is it?

Ricken:

You seemed out of sorts in the last battle. Is everything alright with you?

Lysithea:

Oh, you noticed?

Ricken:

Of course I did. Were you wounded? Have you been sleeping enough?

Lysithea:

There's no need to worry about me, Ricken. I'll be fine.

Ricken:

You remember what we agreed, right? I know it was a while ago but...

Lysithea:

Agreed? Ah, you mean about worrying after each other? I remember, but I was hoping you didn't.

Ricken:

Why?

Lysithea:

Because I knew you'd noticed I've been struggling recently. I rather regret giving you the okay to worry about my health.

Ricken:

It's not just recently, though, is it? Whatever's ailing you has just gotten worse as of late.

Lysithea:

You sound so sure. Have I been underestimating how perceptive you are? How long have you thought of me as weak?

Ricken:

I don't, Lysithea! Please don't try to turn this into an argument. You've just acknowledged my perceptiveness and you think I won't notice a distraction? I've held off on commenting about this for so long, because I knew it'd bother you, but I can tell you've been really struggling. Please tell me what's wrong! Whatever's it is, it won't make me think any less of you! I've admired you all this time, because of your strength. Your ability to push through whatever it is that's ailing you through sheer will to make yourself respected based on your own merits.

Lysithea:

You really know all the right words, hm?

Ricken:

Not at all. You know me, I always misspeak. But this is something important to me. I need you to understand that.

Lysithea:

You've... you've reversed this conversation, haven't you?

Ricken:

I- that's not the point!

Lysithea:

Hehe... you really are sweet.

Ricken:

You're patronising me...

Lysithea:

Now who's being accusatory? I'm doing nothing of the sort!

Ricken:

Look, if you don't want to tell me what the problem is now, you don't have to. I won't push it. But... please don't over exert yourself. And let me help.

Lysithea:

In truth, I don't think this is something you can help me with, Ricken.

Ricken:

We won't know that until we try!

Lysithea:

You’re adorable, really.

Ricken:

Ugh...

- - -

Paired ending:

“Ricken and Lysithea spent the remainder of the war worrying about each other. When the war ended, both were concerned about their parents and returned home to assist them. The time they spent apart felt longer to both of them. Finally, Lysithea renounced House Ordelia’s claim to nobility, and sought Ricken out in Ylisse. When he laid eyes upon her after years apart, he admitted his love for her on the spot. In return, she told him about her shortened lifespan. Ricken worked long and hard to find a way to remove her second Crest, until eventually he could present her with his findings. Together, they perfected the procedure to remove her Crests. Some time later, they wed, and lived out Lysithea’s newly extended lifespan together.”