#i mean sure you can still find their relationship uninteresting with that in mind so just to me i thought it was cute at the very least

[todayisafridaynight]

sorry if you've already been asked this but what did you think about eiji in iw? like idk i feel like they were trying to recreate a masato and ichi moment without actually having any of the elements that made their relationship narratively compelling.

as a whole, i thought eiji was at least a nice 'how he wished things couldve been' for ichi in regards to masato, but still being independent enough from the masato comparison to stand on his own as a character (or at least as an antagonist. his actions wasn't what was reminding me he was a masato parallel, but more so ichi's insistence he help him). i think thats why ichi and eiji's relationship don't have the same 'elements' that make their relationship interesting like masato and ichi's

[antinitoniny]

juyeon as your boyfriend: headcanons

★ juyeon x fem!reader

☆ fluff, established relationship

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clingy bf!juyeon. his huge hands would always somehow find a place on ur body no matter where u guys are.

juyeon's favorite hand placement: back & around the waist ㅡ 'coz it shows the size difference between his hand and ur waist

words of affirmation & juyeon. juyeon's good at words, however, he always gets shy right after saying it.

"you're so beautifully crafted, my love." */then proceeds to bury his face in the crook of ur neck

juyeon's not afraid to express himself. it doesn't matter how random it is or where you guys are; he'd always find a way to say that he adores you & meeting you is the best thing in his life

"i love moments like this with you" and it's just you guys playing dress to impress on bed

"i don't wanna pressure u or anything but i'd like to marry you when we're 30. but if you're not ready, we can wait 'til we're 40ㅡ i mean, i can wait" while you guys are washing the dishes together

unlike any other guys, juyeon's never afraid to yap & to be dramatic as long as it's just the two of you

juyeon's a page stalker. he'd stalk your tiktok reposts then buy whatever product u repost and he'd stalk ur letterboxd then invite you to watch a movie from ur watchlist.

confident bf!juyeon. he loves wearing tank tops or fitted tops along with shorts because he knows that you'd go crazy 'coz of it

he loves getting compliments from you. would get shy but would keep those words in mind so he could continue doing the things that you complimented him on

confident juyeon would cry during arguments.

would still call you petnames during arguments & even when he's really upset

"baby, i just don't understand why you did that. you could've talked to me first." soft spoken juyeon

would be the type who'd rather give you guys some time to calm down instead of arguing continuously

soft spoken juyeon. again. we have to talk about it.

when you're upset & yk that you're not making any sense but u still wanna prove a point (and u got a hell of a pride) ㅡ he should be mad atp but instead, "i understand where you're coming from. you're upset & that's valid. please let me explain to clear this up, okay?"

sponty dates w juyeon

"hey, can you come w me later?" "OKAY"

juyeon would always find a way to surprise you even w little things like a flower bouquet on a casual day, him cooking ur fav dish for dinner, him organizing your study desk, and him setting up a small tent in the living room where you can have a movie marathon

bf!juyeon would read books with you in a local library in silence

bf!juyeon would make a playlist for you every month & describe how his days r a lot better because you're there.

bf!juyeon would get jealous whenever you talk about other guys but would act like he's okay w it 'coz he likes hearing you yap

bf!juyeon's eyes are always sparkling whenever he talks about you with his friends

would be the type who's completely uninterested in discussions but will suddenly be talkative once he hears your name

date-to-marry bf!juyeon. yes. that's it.

juyeon loves doing things for you. like everything. you want to reach for the blanket next to you? he'll grab it and put it on you. you're reaching for something on a shelf (it's not on the top shelf- u can reach it easily), juyeon would grab it and hand it to you with a smile.

juyeon loves packing ur lunch everyday. that's also his way of making sure that you eat.

[chilschuck]

Not a Chilchuck x reader request, more of a reaction from him.

But what if the Laios party ran into a tall-woman fighter in the dungeon who got injured and she explained she got separated from her party and girlfriend after some monster attacked them. When they find the fighters party it turns out the girlfriend is Meijack who decided to join her dungeon delving girlfriend to see what it was like. But she hadn't told her parents about how she was seeing someone yet. How would would Chilchuck react?

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ OK THIS MADE MY BRAIN GO BRRRR . i had to really think on how i wanted to go about this prompt bc it just made me giggle and think. wow. this is such a cute idea. we know how chil is about his daughters and dating. this would be so funny.

— CHILCHUCK: reacting to meijack’s gf.

✦ Like I said before, we know how Chilchuck is with his daughters. I’m sure he feels at least a little relief that Meijack seems uninterested in the dating scene, as he already has to deal with Flertom and Puckpatti’s romantic ambitions. (Thinking about that page in the Adventurer’s Bible where they both get ashamed they’re not yet married and grow excited at the idea that Laios is single. His horrified reaction LMAO.)

✦ Laios’ party doesn’t mind helping her get back on her feet, definitely. I can imagine Marcille growing interested in the relationship, and Chilchuck just tuning it out. That is, until Meijack’s partner begins describing her. Surely not, right? Just a coincidence. Anyways.

✦ At seeing Meijack in the dungeon, I think Chilchuck would have a mini crisis. What the hell do you mean the partner this tall-man has been talking and describing this whole time was actually his daughter??? The one who never seemed interested in the romance scene??? A tall-man they randomly found in the dungeon is in a party… with his daughter??? And dating her??? His daughter is in the dungeon??? Give him a moment, please.

✦ He’d definitely be thrown for a loop that this female tall-man (a fighter, too) they had just so happened to run into and lend a hand to is now rushing over to Meijack in relief and tugging her into her arms. What the hell?!

✦ I think he’d be miffed that no one had told him ANYTHING about this, in any aspect. So he was just supposed to find this out on his own? This is going to give the man a heart attack.

✦ I’m sure after the initial shock and plenty of fussing with phrases like, “What are you doing here?!” and, “Does your mother know?,” he relaxes a little. It was going to happen at some point since she is skilled at lock picking and all, he tells himself. But I still can’t imagine seeing one of your kids in the dungeon would be comforting much. Especially when all of a sudden they’re now in a relationship.

✦ We also know how Chilchuck is with handling emotions. I’m sure he’s stressed, bewildered, but also proud in a way. Give him some time to process all of this. He’s getting old, LOL.

— dividers by @/cafekitsune!! <3

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Please do a no nut November with daddy larz please please please….

A/n: Sorry it's so short, I hope you enjoy it nonetheless <3 I wasn't gonna add to the NNN thing but I had to for Lars, Danish princess is so pretty <3

Warnings: Smut, hand job, public sex, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Lars had heard about this stupid challenge through some friends. He tried to shut down the idea but his friends seemed pretty into it, thinking it would be fun to try. Seeing that his friends wanted to go through with it had him thinking it over.

He couldn’t get the idea of it out of his head and kept thinking about it his whole walk home. In theory it would be easy for him, his band was just getting started which was cool but they weren’t at the stage where people were throwing themselves at them or anything. He didn’t have a partner, not even someone he’d like to have as his partner. It would be easy, right?

As the month went on he kept the challenge in mind, checking in on his friends and how they were coming along. Sure enough by week two one of them failed, only fueling Lars’ ego with how easy this would be.

He was walking around his neighbourhood, thinking about this and that and the other thing when he noticed a garage sale. It was about noon, it was fairly busy as there were quite a few tables set up all filled with things. What caught his eye was the person he saw taking the money.

He swears he’s never laid his eyes on someone so beautiful. He came over, pretending to look around while he tried to think of something to say to start a conversation with you.

He couldn’t help but stare, eavesdropping on conversations just to hear your voice, your sweet laugh. Feeling someone’s eyes on you you glanced around before landing on Lars. His face flushed and he looked down, pretending to be uninterested.

You chuckled to yourself and went over to him. “Can I help you with something?” Lars just stared at you with a goofy grin.

“Uh, no, I’m just looking.” He replied after a long moment. “Um, why-why’re you getting rid of all this?” He asked, wanting to keep the conversation going.

“I’m going to college soon and I don’t need all of this.” You explained.

The both of you kept talking and eventually exchanged numbers. Over the next week you kept talking and hanging out, getting closer and getting to know each other. Another of Lars’ friends was out but he didn’t care, he had a pretty girl under his arm.

It was the night before you were supposed to leave for college and Lars wanted to take you out for one last stress free night. “Promise to call every day?” He asked. You were sitting on the hood of his old run down car at the top of a hill looking over the city like a cheesy romance movie.

You chuckled and nodded. “Yes, I’ll call you every day.” You leaned your head on his shoulder. His arm was around you and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“And you won’t find someone else?” He asked, a hint of worry sticking in his voice. “Not even if they’re taller and handsomer?” You knew this was a genuine fear of his, that you’d find someone better. It was still early in your relationship but that didn’t mean you were still looking, didn’t mean you wouldn’t have to tease him a little either.

“Mh, maybe.” You could feel Lars tensing a bit and he looked down at you. “I might need a little...” You trailed your hand up his thigh to his crotch. “Extra incentive~” This was definitely not the time that Lars wanted to be reminded of the challenge he and his friends had taken part in.

“Um, well, I just-” He stopped himself when you squeezed him through his jeans. You palmed him through his clothes, listening for what made your favourite sounds leave him and when you found one you liked you kept with it.

Lars was squirming a bit, reaching for you while you played with him. There was a road not far away, people passed by every now and then.

Lars’ moans were getting louder and he knew he shouldn’t, there was only a week left in the challenge and you were leaving. He reached for your hand and shook his head. “I-I can’t.”

You raised a brow at him. “Why not?”

“I-it’s this stupid challenge my friends told me about, I can’t, you know, until the end of the month.” He looked up at you and you couldn’t stop staring at his pretty eyes, plush lips and flushed cheeks.

“That’s stupid.” You said bluntly and kissed him. His arms wrapped around you and he held you close. “If not tonight then when?” You asked, pulling away slightly.

You undid his jeans and pulled him out of his underwear. Lars stared in awe as you started stroking him. You wanted to go slow in case he wanted you to stop but his head fell back and he began to moan again.

“Fuck, go faster.” He groaned, glancing down at his leaky cock in your hand. You sped up your pace, once again looking for that perfect sound. “Fuck, fuck! Fuck, ‘m gonna-ngh-gonna cum.” You kept the same fast pace and watched intently for his pretty, red dick to explode all over him.

Just as his high rocked through his body a car pulled up beside you guys. You put yourself between him and the car and quickly shoved him back in his jeans.

The people in the car next to you knew what you’d done but didn’t say anything and let you both sulk back into Lars’ car.

[britswriting]

Quadrupled | Quadruple The Love H.S

Quadruple the love masterlist

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Unedited  - I'm tired 

"I'm bigger than the house we first bought together" I huffed, Harry helping me get into the hospital.

Today we were meeting our babies and I was scared out of my mind.

Normal pregnancies have forty weeks to worry. Forty weeks to figure out names, nursery, how you want to parent, what diapers you want you use, are you breast feeding or bottle feeding, cloth diapers or disposable diapers, co-sleeping, or strict crib rules.

I lost ten weeks of worrying.

Ten precious weeks that might've given me more answers than I knew now.

Not only have I been "in hiding" for months, keeping out of the limelight with my big ole belly — Harry and I agreeing for the safety of me and the kids; it was best for me to keep close with our families. We didn't want to tell the world that we're having quadruplets until they were already born, home and safe. 

The good lord knows that last thing we want to do is explain about some sort of horrific event we had to go through when we only announce we have one, or two, or three. 

I'm terrified.

"You look so beautiful, love" Harry smiled over at me; a nurse waiting at the door with a wheelchair. "We're about to be parents" 

"To four babies. We're doomed, Styles" I sighed, wishing I could focus more on the highs than the lows, but I couldn't help it.

Four babies is a lot. Even with help.

"Y/N Styles?" The nurse asked, my head nodding. "Take a seat, I'm sure your feet are killing you" She smiled, and I nodded, agreeing.

I carefully sat down and we were brought to the front desk for paperwork before being brought to our pre-op room.

"How does it feel to know this is the last time they're going to be inside of you?" Harry questioned, grabbing the hospital gown to help me change into.

"Strange" I answered honestly, my voice soft as I started to strip. I was covered in red stretch marks on my stomach, my back, my hips, my thighs, even my ass and boobs. These babies took a toll on my body in more ways than just physically. "I'm looking forward to the relief on my boobs and back" 

"I can't wait to meet them all" He sighed, a cute smile dancing on his lips.

I couldn't help but smile back up at him, "I know, me too. It's crazy to think what all can happen in just 30 weeks. They're going to be so tiny. You think they'll be okay, right? I mean, they're supposed to be in there for ten more weeks" I began to panic a little; something Harry was all too familiar with through this pregnancy.

"The Styles name lives on" He grinned, doing a little shimmy with his body, my eyes rolling as I giggled, turning around so he could tie the back.  "You ass look cute" he squeezed, my head shaking as I smiled.

We haven't had sex in months. I've given him more handjobs in the past few months then I did our entire dating relationship. I've been too tired, sore, or just downright uninterested. My sex drive has diminished completely.

Thankfully he still finds me attractive enough to get hard; I don't think I could mentally survive if I was trying to get him off and he simply couldn't do it. 

Your body changes a lot when you're pregnant, I knew that going in. However, I wasn't prepared for all the changes that would couple with having quadruplets. The size alone of my stomach was enough to make me already start planning a tummy tuck and an extra skin removal just to feel better about myself in the shower, or the mirror.

I knew I wasn't going to be skinny after having kids, and I was okay with that. I was prepared for that, yet the idea of so much extra skin once my stomach started losing it's after birth bump... mentally, I was dreading.

I'd be lying if I said it had nothing to do with being married to the Harry Styles.

It wasn't all of it, but it was a lot of it. 

I couldn't help but think about the pap pics, or the interviews, or the social media posts. People were mean even if you were the most beautiful person on the planet. Now I've got four babies and a thrown our figure. 

Harry and I had planned to do interviews after we announced their birth and that alone kept me up at night. How many pairs of spanks do I need to buy? Do I wear black? It hides you best.

"Alright love, look at you" Harry smiled, telling me to do a spin for him; chuckling when I carefully toddled on my feet in a circle. "Stunning! The most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I love you so much, gorgeous. The babies have the prettiest, sweetest, most caring mumma ever" Harry wrapped his arms around me as best as he could, ending in me huffing, trying to push him away before he hugged me from the side, kissing me.  "We'll always make it work" He mumbled against my lips, kissing me again.

A knock at the door pulled us away, a few nurses coming in with charts, an IV and a blood bag.

Great.

With a urine sample off to the lab, I was settled in the hospital bed before they started my blood draw and IV drip, going over a few chart questions until the anesthesiologist and obgyn surgeon came in with consent forms.

"How are you feeling?" She asked, already dressed in scrubs.

"Nervous" I admitted, my leg uncontrollably shaking.

"Well, although it is my first time getting out four babies, it isn't not my first c-section, or my first time with multiples. My team and I are as prepared as we can be; all hands on deck, I promise" She smiled and I just nodded, wishing her reassurance eased me more than it actually did.

Getting shaved by someone other than yourself was an awkward experience I thoroughly wished to forget by the time I looked back at this moment ten years time. 

"Look babe, our babies are going to be in these" he pointed at the hospital bassinets, a smile on my lips as I watched him fawn over  it, "We're going to need three more" he chuckled, looking around at all of the baby things. "What's this?" he pointed at a station with a lamp above it.

"I think it's too keep the babies warm, I don't know for sure though" I hummed, eyeing the clock, awaiting for our surgical time.

Twenty minutes passed, Harry gloating about how he got to pee, instantly regretting it when he saw my face before we got rolled into the operating room.

Harry was held back to put on scrubs and do his antibacterial scrub whilst I got monitors placed on me, a catheter inserted, yay me, and my stomach cleaned before Harry showed up at my side, a grin on his face, "Here we go baby" he said, looking adorable as I stared up at him; the room crowded in all sorts of different people; four different baby stations set up, ready to start clearing their airways, cleaning them off and keeping them warm.

"Please let everything go away" I softly prayed, my eyes falling shut as the nerves begun to take over.

Please let my four babies all be okay. All be perfect, and healthy. 

Please let them all have good breathing, and hearts, and movements. 

Please keep my babies safe.

"We're going to be okay, Y/N. We've got the best medical staff. All these people are here, ready to help" He eased and I nodded, calling out, "None of you better post this on TikTok", knowing we had everyone sign legal forms even worse than just patient confidentiality 

Chuckles were heard around the room, I just hoped they knew I was serious.

I don't want my birth story our there before I get to tell it. 

With the drape up and the anesthesia administrated, the surgery begun.

I stared at the hospital ceiling, my heart knowingly racing — I could hear the nurses talking about it; Harry's hand finding mine as he crouched down next to me, his mouth brushing against my ear.

"Hi baby" He murmured, "You're doing so well. You're the strongest woman I've ever met, and I'm so thankful to call you mine. I'm so grateful you're our babies mother. That you're the person I get to do this with. You're going to be the best mum ever. The babies are going to love you so much. I just know it. I love you so much, you're doing so so so good. It's going so well, hear them? Hear them talk about how well it's going? We're going to meet our babies, Y/N. They're going to be the most perfect little humans we've ever seen. Our families are going to be enthralled with them. My mom's already on her way" he chuckled, kissing my cheek, my brain focusing on his voice, and let of the talk around me. "Little did we know when we first met, that you'd be in an operating room waiting to meet four of our children at once. Can you imagine telling our younger selves that? When the doctor said you couldn't have kids, that you'd be meeting four of your flesh and blood in just a few minutes? Just one easy peasy lemon squeezy producer later? I hope they have your beautiful smile, and colorful personality. I can't wait to watch you mother the hell out of them" he laughs softly, his thumb stroking my knuckles, "Watch them grow up with us. their first breath, their first bath, their first night home, their first laugh. Their first food and first time crawling or walking. Our entire life is starting all over again once we leave this hospital, baby; and I'm so lucky I get to do it all with you" 

"First baby's out!" I heard, my breath hitching, Harry's smile brightening as a sob escaped my lips.

"We're parents, Y/N. It's official" He kissed me, my chest shaking as I cried with pride, joy and fear.

"It's a boy! Time, 7:16pm" We heard, followed by a rush of people talking, movement heard; Harry and I holding our breath's until we heard the cry, a collective sigh of relief was heard around the room.

"I love you so much" Harry confessed, my brain too fried to reply as it was panicking with fear and excitement.

We're parents.

We have a baby.

Harry and I have a son.

A soft voice was heard behind Harry, Harry straightening up, our son coming into view.

"Oh my god" I exhaled, Harry being handed the baby, his eyes glistening under the bright white lights before they fell down his cheeks as he stared down at him, carefully holding our son to show me. 

"Look at his cheeks" Harry exhaled, both of our breaths taken away by the sight of our son.

"Second baby's out! It's a boy! Time 7:21pm" Was heard again, my body on the ultimate adrenaline high.

"He looks just like your newborn baby photos, your mom is going to be thrilled" I cried, smiling at my sun, wishing I could hold him; but he was taken away right when we heard the second cry.

Another breath of relief was heard, the team of doctors and nurses doing their tasks before the second baby was brought over, followed by a third  "Baby's out! It's a boy! Time, 7:24pm"

Everything was happening so quickly, I felt like I couldn't fully process the fact that three of my babies are now in the world.

I have triplets.

"You're a dad" I stated, it finally hitting that our dreams were coming true as Harry held our second son, his tiny little body not processing yet.

They were so small.

Three high pitched screams were heard around the room, my eyes falling shut as the noises flooded my brain, each wail, beep, and murmur being etched into my memories. 

"They're cleaning up the babies and getting them under heat lamps" Harry informed me, apparently he could see around us; whereas I'm stuck seeing the ceiling. "One has a getting checked with a stethoscope" 

"Please let them all be okay" I repeated quietly, awaiting the arrival of our baby girl.

"I'm so proud of you Y/N" Harry repeated, his hand brushing away my tears, "You're incredible, love"

The longer it took to hear the arrival of my daughter, the more concerned I got. 

I hated this. Lying here. Helpless. Just waiting. I can't do anything. I'm numbed, trapped on this table.

I can't reposition, I can't push, I can't pull.

I just have to lay here and wait; it was agonizing.

"Baby girl is out, time 7:32pm" 

I held my brain waiting for her cry, my hands shaky, Harry grabbing my left hand and squeezing.

With the quiet cry being drowned out over the boys wails, I felt uneasy.

"Why is she so quiet?" I asked, wanting to scoop them all up and protect them from anything that could be causing them torment.

"The boys could be louder?" Harry said, worry evident in his tone.

Upon further exam, we were informed that she was having difficulty breathing and would be given oxygen, supposedly from being crushed by her brothers.

My heart cracked at the idea of her being squished so much that she was struggling to breath.

Harry didn't even get to hold her before they were all whisked away to the NICU and my stitched up stomach was eventually rolled to the post op room.

I was so tired, my body shaking, but all I wanted was my kids.

I didn't get to have them laid on my chest, or to see them the very second they were born. As silly as it sounds, I felt robbed.

I didn't get to have the dream labor and delivery; and I know it sounds silly and life is unpredictable; but there was no skin to skin. No cut the umbilical cord. No immediate bonding.

Everything was extremely different than I dreamed of. It was to be expected due to having quadruplets, but that didn't change the fact that it felt disappointing.

I wanted the best for them, and they're already hooked up to god knows what sitting alone in a room without me. 

I'm already useless to them.

I sat in the recovery room alone, shaky, tired and sobbing as Harry left to go see the babies in the NICU; my body still numb as I just laid there, tears strolling down my face.

Harry and I were parents, which was a dream come true within itself, and I was incredibly thankful to have my four kids, but laying here, alone.. it just felt dehumanizing.

I was their mother. I was supposed to care, and protect them, to love them. Yet I'm stuck here, alone, just waiting for whenever I'm allowed to see them.

My boobs hurt, aching to feed my babies, and I already knew they'd be on formula due to their being four of them.

I hated feeling defeated.

Like I was already failing and they were just born.

Harry gets to parade around the hospital seeing his children whilst I just lay here, alone, without them.

All I got was a glimpse of my sons before all four were taken away and I was abandoned in this room.

My eyes burned from crying and tiredness, the exhaustion eventually taking over and my body lulling into a sleep.

I woke up to Harry sitting next to me in fresh clothes, cheeks red as he stared down at his phone, his thumb scrolling from right to left.

I just stared for a moment, his head lifting, our eyes meeting.

He looked tired.

"Hi" I whispered, my body still feeling like dried cement.

"Hi" He replied just as softly, shifting closer on his chair, taking my hand and kissing my knuckles.

"How are they?" I questioned, chewing my lower lip as my body ached.

"They're small. I have pictures; I just.. want to warn you, they're um.. they're.."

"They're what, Harry?" I rushed, ready to hop out of this bed no matter how much it hurt, to go find my children.

"They're hooked up to all kinds of stuff. They're so tiny, Y/N. They've got monitors.. and breathing tubes..; their diapers barely fit" He was starting to get choked up as he looked away, swallowing the lump in his throat before sniffling.

"They were born ten weeks early, Harry" I quietly reminded him, knowing I was brave enough to do all kinds of research of what to expect, but Harry wasn't.

He wanted to live in naive land, and just be excepted about their birth.

Harry showed me all the photos and videos he took; Harry's finger bigger than their palm.

Each photo you could see his anchor tattoo, and I swear his hand was bigger than their body.

I broke my heart to see my babies suffering, both of us sat here crying over pictures and videos when asked when I could see them, Harry telling me we had to wait for a nurse to bring me in a wheelchair.

I just wanted to hold them, but I knew from my researching I needed to be prepared for that not to happen.

All I could do was hope that one day all of this hurt, and pain, and worry, would just be a blimp of a memory as I watched them all laugh and play together; snuggling each one into their cozy beds and sending them off to school the next morning.

I knew to take one day a time, one hour even; but if I didn't think about the future, and just stayed in the present, I'd go crazy.

I had to cling onto hope. It was the only way I'd survive however long they were in the NICU for.

* * * * 

Their birth - part one :)

Next parts and Harry + Y/N in the NICU + bringing them home, meeting family etc and then announcing them to the world! 

I'm ngl, I still don't have names.. so we gotta figure that out too lol.

Written on: October 9th and 10th 2023

Published on: October 10th 2023

Word Count: 2997

tags: @ashleighsss @theekyliepage

[actual-changeling]

I have tried to find a way to word this that isn't accusatory because that is not my goal here, but after writing and rewriting this a dozen or more times I've given up. I'm just upset about it all but I don't intend this to be taking it out on you specifically. I am truly sending it in good faith!

It's been incredibly difficult to be an ace fan with ace headcanons lately because of constant "Let. Them. Fcuk!" shouts from all corners, as though A/C must have sex on screen for their relationship to count. There are many posts insisting all headcanons are valid followed immediately by more posts insisting they have to be sexual creatures because of this or that reason and any thought to the contrary is just wrong. My "favorites" are the ones arguing that because they love human things so much then of course they must want to have sex because all humans want to have sex!

Needless to say as a human who has never once in my life wanted to have sex I find that incredibly othering. It's not the only argument that's been verging hard into acephobic and exclusionary rhetoric lately either.

Ace people can and do have sex. Ace people can also be sex repulsed or just uninterested. Aziraphale and Crowley could easily be any of those things just as easily as they could be sexual beings. What we see in the show and the book are two beings who canonically have demonstrated nothing about their thoughts on sex and sexuality. There are things some take as hints at a sexual nature but those same things can be read as something entirely nonsexual. As Neil said, sometimes an oxrib is just an oxrib. Canonically and textually all that scene shows is the birth of Aziraphale's hedonistic (in the philosophical sense of the term) desires. And yet, as hedonistic as that scene is, it is still not inherently sexual. It's one possible valid reading of the subtext to be sure but also not the only possible valid reading. You can take that scene to mean Aziraphale's gonna screw Crowley's brains out the second they avert Apocalypse 2.0 or you can take it to mean he's gonna drag him on a whirlwind tour of the dessert trays of every good restaurant in town instead. Both are valid interpretations of what Aziraphale going to town on that rib could be representing and neither is more correct. Both readings fit under the hedonism umbrella but true hedonism does not and has never mandated sexual activity. Aziraphale is a fine example of an ethical hedonist and yet his canonical hedonism is not concrete proof that he must want to have sex, as I have seen argued. Hedonism can include sex but it can also be entirely focused on food and drink or art and music or philosophy. Yes, you can be asexual and a hedonist, they are not contradictions in terms.

As a final note I just want to add my own stance on it. I personally think they may be idly curious about sex, perhaps enough to indulge now and then, but it's not something either feels they need in their relationship to feel valid and loved. I also feel I must say that I don't agree with the faction that says they'd be too pure as non-humans to even consider sex as an option. I find that just as othering, in a different way, as saying they must want sex because all humans do.

And so finally I come to my question at the end of all the rambling. If every headcanon is valid as canon does not show their thoughts on sex one way or the other, then why is it fine to see them as sexual and insist it has to be in the show and yet worthy of mocking to see them as ace and to not want a sex scene?

Good faith recognized and accepted, so no worries on that front.

I'm glad you felt comfortable enough to send the message in the first place, it's one of the reasons I always have anon asks on. I don't mind playing middle man (gn) for fandom discussions.

Edit: I just realised I might not have made it clear enough, but I'm alloaro myself, so same hat and all.

If every headcanon is valid as canon does not show their thoughts on sex one way or the other, then why is it fine to see them as sexual and insist it has to be in the show and yet worthy of mocking to see them as ace and to not want a sex scene?

The short answer is that it is not fine to mock or attack people for their headcanons, and I really wish I could tell you that it's simply a matter of kindness or working through some aphobia, but it's so, SO much more complicated than that.

I will try my best to explain my interpretation of why the above happens, but if I lose anyone at any point, don't hesitate to ask questions! Hopefully my red string will hold though.

The problem you describe is not specific to this fandom, it will pop up in literally every single one at some point or other, and in some corners it turn into queerphobia on all sides just being thrown around.

With Good Omens in particular, the canon Neil gives us is incredibly pliable, everything and nothing can apply, and you are not restricted by gendered subtext or implications. It's great! It really is! BUT it also means that people start projecting heavily on a character, headcanoning their specific labels for them, etc. which by itself isn't a problem.

It becomes one when a headcanon that does not align with theirs suddenly feels like a personal attack—as if headcanoning that character as something you aren't is invalidating your identity through that character. I hope that makes sense, simple version is people project a lot, and it gets very messy very fast.

Queer sexuality has a long and complicated history, and I really recommend to everyone to read up on i at least a little. In the media, you usually get one of two depictions of it: predatory or pornographic. Both suck, both are bad representation, both further already existing stereotypes.

However, that means any depictions of queer people that are not one of the above tend to be non-sexual to a point where the intention behind certain choices is very clear. Queer sexuality is bad and dirty, it should be hidden away, and is only allowed to exist if it can be consumed by cishet people or used for their amusement.

So where does that leave us with Good Omens?

Many people are desperate for good representation, myself included, and with the way Neil is writing the show, everything is possible, and some things even likely. He said himself that one of the reasons for the kiss was the destruction of deniability of their relationship.

We need to have queer sexuality on our screens because otherwise it will always be seen as other, and queer relationships will be denied on the basis of a 'lack of intimacy'. It sucks, it is completely inaccurate, and unfair, but that is where we are.

If we take this information and tie it back to the projection issues I talked about in the beginning, I think it's possible to understand the point I'm trying to make.

Suddenly it is no longer the character's sexuality that is not shown but their own, and that opens Pandora's box for all kinds of difficult emotions.

Everything above also applies to aspec people, just that most of us are usually looking for a lack of something rather than a presence, which is not better or worse than wanting queer sexuality explicitly shown. People end up butting heads—and it gets incredibly personal way too quickly—because you have group A, who want to see a sex scene because of above reasons, and then you have group B, who would prefer for that not to happen.

While that's a perfectly fine headcanon to have (and it SHOULD be respect, every hc should be), some people from A will see a post about them never having sex and interpret it (mostly subconsciously, I presume) as an attempt to repress queer sexuality from being shown.

The 'solution' (easier said than done) to the problem is learning when to step back and how to recognize when one is getting too caught up in their character(s)—or simply how to not be an asshole and scroll past something. Tumblr has great blacklist and blocking features, use them, people.

Bottom line, harassing people for their headcanons or other fandom ideas is rude, inappropriate, and makes you an asshole that needs to log off and go on a fucking walk.

[tigreblvnc]

BLUE LOCK MATCHUP EXCHANGE — @lapsthings

Your match is...

— Seishiro Nagi

✦ (Yes, A Clockwork Orange is my favorite movie. I read the book too and, in French, they did a wonderful translation. Burgess invented a language inspired by Russian, and it's very impactful. There's some words that I still remember even though it's been almost 7 years since I read the book.) (I could speak of this masterpiece for hours! I'm glad to hear that you enjoyed your reading.) (Did you know that it's also Shidou's favorite movie?)

✦ (ANYWAY.)

✦ I had this sleepy genius boy in mind all along while reading your bio, but I wasn't sure if it was a good idea to match him with you.

✦ At the same time, how could I not? He appears way too many times in your words for me not to think of him.

✦ But I kept asking myself: "If I pair her with Nagi, she'll never go out again."

✦ "Is this really what we want, Suo?"

✦ Heh, I don't make the rules.

✦ Or, maybe I do.

✦ Well, welcome to your best sleeping partner, I guess.

✦ I think as long as he's with someone who's not boring or too loud, he's cool.

✦ Nagi... is always cool.

✦ "I don’t have any siblings." You're like his twin sister, lost somewhere before the start of the show, you know? Nagi's the brother you wish you had, somehow.

✦ "Whenever I go to a convention or an anime store, I spend a good 30 minutes deciding which figure to buy, but since I’m indecisive, I end up getting both of them. I also buy or help pay for my friends more often than not, so I’m always broke. They even came up with a motto: 'Buy now, regret later.'" You know the best thing I find in this description is the fact that you're actually going out. Even Nagi struggles with that.

✦ Good point: you convince him to put his shoes on since he might be interested in the merchandise you buy.

✦ I can see some lazy dates outside, mainly for playing at the arcades or buying trinkets and anime goodies. From the outside, you two look like brother and sister.

✦ That's the core of your relationship, a bit.

✦ I can't see Nagi in any relationship, but I can totally picture him always calling the same person to do non-boring activities. It's normally Reo's role, but Reo isn't always around.

✦ And Reo hasn't always been in Nagi's life.

✦ "I struggle to continue conversations, so I’d say I’m not that good at talking either. I may come across as indifferent or uninterested, which is why I also kind of struggle to make friends." Nagi looks uninterested, and most of the time, he is.

✦ "When giving opinions, I try to be honest, though I do sugarcoat it sometimes." Here, Nagi doesn't.

✦ In fact, the two of you remind me of two baby pandas, a bit lost, always in their beds.

✦ But you are very similar and at the same time, very different. Like black and white merging.

✦ The possibility that you met each other in an online game is huge, I won't lie.

✦ "Dislike: lack/bad communication." This is the biggest pet peeve with Nagi—the lack of communication. This is what led him and Reo to separate, with Reo thinking Nagi had abandoned their dream while Nagi was actually doing his best to reach their common goal.

✦ You can't expect anything from Nagi, but he may expect some things from you.

✦ Yes, that's unfair.

✦ Yes, that's Nagi.

✦ Yes, I chose this match.

✦ (Hahahahaha)

✦ (I regret nothing.)

✦ He never forces you to do anything, though. You're still free to go, doing your own thing while he does his.

✦ In my opinion, the best balance someone can have with Nagi is to play with him occasionally and then say, "Bye bye, see you next time."

✦ Nagi's like his cactus, Choki, after all. Never feed him too much, or he'll die.

✦ You know what I mean since you have YOU'VE HAD your own Choki too.

✦ He finds it cool that you can play instruments.

✦ He also "gently" asks you to play in another room because you make too much noise.

✦ The moments when Nagi is the sweetest are when he wants to try a new game but doesn't want to play alone. Reo isn't interested, so Nagi calls you instead.

✦ I can totally hear him calling you "buddy" or "man."

✦ He reads mangas on his phone too. I think he's the best at knowing the top websites to read tons of scans, so when your favorite site is taken down, Nagi sends you a copy-paste list on Discord.

✦ You two are totally the type to live under the same roof but communicate with each other via texts or weird, unfinished voice messages. It's too boring to speak out loud to someone who's in the room next door.

✦ "Giving: Acts of Service, Gift giving." Let's be honest, he's totally in sync with your love languages.

✦ Always asking you to carry him from one room to another.

✦ He's surprisingly not that heavy.

✦ But 190 cm doesn't lie.

✦ Long silences may occur between you. From the outside, people might even think the house is empty.

✦ The best part about that? You love these moments where no one is talking. You feel comfortable because this is how you like being around others.

✦ So he treasures the fact that you don't talk too much.

✦ Sometimes you forget that you're not alone in the house.

✦ It may give you a fright when you hear a door open.

✦ Or when it's 3am, you're in your pajamas, nose buried in your phone, and you go downstairs only to bump into each other.

✦ "Oh my god. You were there all along???"

✦ "Yeah. You too?"

✦ Actually, it's like you're sharing a flat.

A word about your match: When I read a Nagi-like bio, I usually think of pairing with an opposite character to create a balanced relationship. But your words and facts convinced me to go all the way and choose the laziest soccer player the world has ever seen.

© TIGREBLVNC 2024 | INTERESTED IN A MATCHUP EXCHANGE? CHECK THIS.

[lacelynpage]

Hello. Can i request one of your famous Sherlock preferences please? With a S/O with a resting bitch face.

My phather, my brothers and i have resting bitch face. Sometimes people around us ask if we are upset, my sister in law mock us (all in healthy fun ofcourse), and my mother is always scolding us about no one wanting to be near us. Is something that hauntes me every day.

A/N: famous??? Why thank you Darling! its been 100 years since I posted but I really enjoyed this idea, so I just had to write it. I'm so sorry you got scolded for that, its not like look could help it. I completely understand though, people always think I'm on the verge of tears, its strange. But I hope you enjoy what I've written! have a wonderful day Darling!

Resting Bitch Face~ Sherlock Preferences

Sherlock: 

With the RBF that Sherlock has he really doesn't have room to comment on yours. If a stranger were to see you both staring off into space together they would think you are the most unhappy couple in the world. It doesn't bother either of you much though, you're both perfectly happy together. Even if you were actually upset it would take a lot for Sherlock to notice. He knows that's just how your face looks and loves it all the same.

John:

It took him some getting used to. John thought you were constantly mad at him for about the first two months of your relationship. Assuming that one of his habits annoyed you to no end. Once he got to know you better though he realized that's just how you looked and learned to appreciate the beauty in it. He also learned to tell the differences in your face when you are actually upset which helped a lot. He still gets it wrong sometimes but its all out of love so you don't mind.

Mycroft:

He just knows. Sometimes it's like Mycroft is psychic. After about a week of spending a good amount of time together he could read you like a book. He knew what your resting face looked like. He knew that when your right eyebrow was raised a little it meant you were confused. With his skills he memorized your face so that he never had to guess, he just knew. It was incredible and freaky all at the same time. Though it was kinda nice that he never asked unnecessarily. 

Greg:

Bless his heart, Greg always gets worried. No matter how many times you tell him it’s just how you look he doesn't get it. He is nearly constantly convinced you are upset in some way. It's incredibly sweet sometimes, when it is clear he is just making sure you are happy. It's not so sweet when he pesters you about it so much that you do actually get mad. He never means to, he only has the best of intentions, but when he doesnt shut up with the “are you alright, Love?” “Did I do something to upset you?” “Do you want me to fetch you something? Would that make it better?” it can drive you up a wall. 

Moriarty:

He's obsessed. The coldness in your gaze always makes him smile. When you are reading or even just looking into the distance he loves to see how uninterested you look. He finds it fascinating. More than a few times you have caught him mimicking your expression. He has a fairly good RBF himself but he says that he has crafted it after yours.   

[nefariousfool]

brat review under the cut bc no one on here gaf

It agonizes me to do so, but I'm gonna structure this in comparison to Taylor Swift's new album, not because we must "pit two bad bitches against each other" (taylor is not a bad bitch) or that everything must be about that wretched blonde woman but because their careers actually mirror each other quite well in some aspects that show both charli's weak spots on this album that follow what seems to be the trend for millenial pop artists, but also her strengths. also I never got to bitch about TDPS as much as I wanted to

Speaking of strengths, I'll start with those. Compliment sandwich to make the rest go down easy. She makes what is undeniably a fun album. Much easier to digest and more cohesive than CRASH, ultimately a wonderful example of her command over visual advertising matching auditory experience. I can easily imagine the best way to experience Sypathy is a Knife, Everything is Romantic or 365 is best heard loud as all hell in a club you don't remember arriving at and won't return to again for a few months for what it does to your body. As promised its a return to her public "prime" but cooler, sexier, a little wiser.

So I is maybe the only Sophie tribute that doesn't feel theatrical or subtle or in very poor taste. Rather than sheer worship over a woman who now is unable to live in the minds of many as a complete human being, charli admits she took her for granted. She doesn't mythologize her death but rather opens up that the wound of losing a friend you wish you spent more time with is still there. it might scar over, but the pain remains.

Now to where the comparison begins. Both artist imo had their best year the year of lockdown. The forced introspection made their work calmer, better. Taylor's was definitely in some aspect her trying to find herself after her absolute flop of a comeback album while also attempting to legtimize herself as an artist to the more critical pop crowd. Playing with narratives that don't involve her personal life was, while a bare minimum mark of a decent artist, something people weren't sure she was capable of anymore. It was a calculated move that birthed two albums that live as her best in her discography. Charli was, as far as I can tell, less calculated and far more authentic but netted the same results. The Cool Girl version of Taylor, she too achieved success in the late 00s as a teen, but rather than doing all American sweetheart gigs about how precious and lovestruck she is, she was 14 performing her songs at illegal raves. Her rising career was based off a very cool, distant persona. For this reason, she previously was not nearly as personal in her songs but took the lockdown time to open up about her feelings as well as her relationship with her long term partner at the time. They were songs that spoke personally to her audience, allowing them intimacy at a time when everyone was very vulnerable. Cringe exposing my emotions but party4u still brings tears to my eyes. It seems, in the latest albums of these two, they have "come home" to what is comfortable for them. You do see slivers of incredibly personal moments slip through, especially in Rewind and I Think About it All the Time (and of course So I) but overall rather than fond nostalgia for her roots this album gives the vibe of someone desperately trying to keep on a mask that used to protect her but doesn't anymore. Taylor, too, has slipped into her old habits of overexposing her personal life in uninteresting, spoken word lyrics that I hear in Brat as well. The lyricism feels lazy, attempting to act nonchalant and casual while abandoning a rhyming scheme completely for many of the songs. Some fans delight in this, but I know both of these women can do better.

Maybe this is all best exemplified in a song that wears the identity of the album the best, Mean girls. This mindset is ever present in the album, but this track is embarrassingly on the nose. Slapdash and pandering, it shows Charli has acquired a specific audience other than poppers addicts and people who wish they could have worked at an American apparel in 2010, and that audience is the fleabag type. A loser. You're showing your love to the losers and the haters. Maybe it's because im in this album and I don't like it, but it shows how much she too has attached herself to the persona of the late 20s shit head woman who is fun at parties if you're also drunk, but in the daylight is liked by no one who really gets to know her. the self victimizing "just being honest" woman with the soul of a wet rat, an intensely online woman, sex and the city's Carrie for Zelennials. miserable. This was where it was going to end up, wasn't it? This is the modern Cool Girl, after all. This is what she wants us to believe she is. She's so Julia. This is so Charli, I guess. It evokes pity in me.

I don't have much a compliment to end this with actually. Overall I do really enjoy it on a sound level, I'm likely to listen to it on repeat for a while yadda yadda. Whatever I was really critical of Crash upon release which I softened my opinion of as time passed but idk, millenial women cannot stop being messy and weird about it and it's embarrassing.

[incesthemes]

final thoughts: supernatural season 15

holy shit. i did it. i finished supernatural. i actually finished it a couple hours ago but i'm still having trouble processing it. i've been working at this for six months (but with a one-month break back in december) and i'm finally finished. honestly i don't think i really believed i would do it because shit this show is long, and i am not predisposed to enjoy shows like this. so this is a huge mark of pride for me, that i can finally say i did indeed sit down and watch all 327 episodes of supernatural :)

anyway all that to say i hated this season with a passion lmao, hasta la vista baby ✨

honestly i think i'll end up keeping this short because frankly most of my criticisms boil down to

how did you fuck up your own lore this badly

holy plotholes batman

this is so disrespectful and irreverent toward kripke's supernatural

nothing about this writing makes any kind of sense

well, that's convenient (in the most boring way imaginable)

so it's basically just a game of spin the wheel and see what it lands on.

the season started super weak; the concept was bad from the get-go and executed only to a mediocre standard, so i couldn't help but cringe my way through it. rowena's death was really well done, but her character was never well developed, in the same way most side characters on this show are never well developed, so while i appreciate the care that went into that scene it felt rather empty. it made me regret how poorly and inconsistently written she was. and yeah most side characters get this treatment—hell, cas gets this treatment which is why i don't care about him much—but she had such a provocative death scene that it had me lamenting that she didn't get a better foundation and better development. alas, that's just what it means to be someone other than sam and dean on supernatural.

after that was... the eileen subplot. i do really like eileen despite her being a rather flat and uninteresting character the way most women are on this show (y'know, kickass independent "girl power" women without nearly any other significant personality trait), but i really didn't appreciate the substantial pivot sam took from dean-focused to eileen-focused in this season. yes, season 12-14 did go to great efforts to make sure this wasn't The Sam And Dean Show anymore, but season 15 is so dramatically incongruous from even 12-14 that it just boggled my mind. the sam/eileen stuff was a major part of that, and it just didn't feel good because it was one more nail in the coffin with regards to how little the showrunners respected the foundation of the show (y'know, "the epic love story of sam and dean"). the only real salmondean moment in the entire season was the 7-minute incest speech in the finale—like what? i couldn't even properly enjoy that because of how poorly it was set up, thanks to the four seasons of retconning their relationship and making it less important to the series overall.

anyway all that to say, they had this massive sam/eileen subplot and then nothing even came of it. sam didn't even call to check if she was alive after jack resurrected everyone? he didn't meet up with her on screen even once? like if you're going to give him this season-long romance with someone other than dean, you could at least have the balls to commit to it. i find that just. godawful writing. eileen didn't have to be sam's blurry wife or anything, but he should have had some kind of resolution, literally anything at all, if we're meant to believe she's in any way important to him. c'mon.

more incongruous moments: dean got weirdly angry in this season. like what's with episode 17 man? there is nothing about dean in that episode that feels even remotely in character. from "jack's not family" to dean pulling a gun on sam, it all felt wildly overblown, way too melodramatic and sudden, and just not anything dean would do. yeah he's an angry guy, but???? this was too much, even for him. and the whole jack argument between sam and dean made me roll my eyes hard. because how do you expect me to believe that after all of the developments up to that point, that

dean wouldn't consider jack family. first of all that's stupid, dean drops the f-bomb on literally anyone he thinks is useful to further his goals. second of all it contradicts the bond they've formed since season 13, and it no longer fits with the parallel themes set up between sam, dean, and jack. it undermines what's been established, what's been developed, and what jack means to them on a thematic level. so so so stupid. cannot stress how dumb this move was. it just felt like the writers pulling out yet another OOC moment just so they can conveniently move the plot in the direction they wanted. so annoying.

sam and cas are equals in dean's eyes. like that's just hilarious to me. the last time cas died dean got sad for a little bit and burned his body on a pyre. the last time sam died dean committed suicide. these are not equal reactions. and sam and cas have never been equal to dean because dean always chooses sam over everyone, again evidenced in the series finale. so it was just hilarious for this one episode to pretend like sam and cas could ever be equal.

of course season 15 did really push a destiel agenda in the most unexpected and bizarre way. like wow, and i thought seasons 12-14 were a totally different show. no, season 15 is so much worse than that. i have absolutely no idea why they made the choices they did with this season, but they were not good, they routinely disrespected kripke's foundations of the show, and they ignored every theme ever laid out up until then. all for... what, exactly? so dean and cas can have a weird little non-romance together for 18 episodes only for them to slip wincest back in at the end? what's up with that? no like seriously, what were they trying to do here????

i told my friend this earlier, but i do think it's funny how cas's death speech is just straight-up factually incorrect regarding dean. i'm 100% fully willing to believe that castiel was blinded with lust by dean winchester that he simply made up some guy in his head who looked like dean. and that will be my headcanon going forth because wow it's shocking and funny as hell how much he got wrong while waxing poetic about dean. "you're the most selfless man i know" when kripke spent 5 seasons pounding it into our heads how fundamentally selfish dean (and sam, obviously, but the speech is about dean) is. girl what are you saying. dick so good he rewrote dean's basic character traits to be more convenient to him. i respect it truly i do.

anyway the finale. i hated it! to absolutely no one's surprise. a few days ago i wrote out what i thought would have been the most thematically cogent endings for supernatural. i knew what actually happens, obviously (hard to miss tbh), but my resolve on this front was only strengthened by actually watching it. yes the 7 minutes of incest were very nice and compelling, but... wow. this episode has some of the worst pacing i've ever seen in my life. dean died halfway into the episode? and the rest of that was... a sequence of short scenes that are too drawn-out to be a montage??? like there was no tension, no buildup, and no setup for what they did. it felt so lazy and underdeveloped, lacking any kind of poignancy or thematic cohesion. and then i had to watch TWENTY MINUTES of half-baked scenes of dean in heaven and sam growing old. i wouldn't have hated this ending so much if they had better pacing, i'm serious. like the outrage i feel is predominantly because of how badly it was written. the concepts aren't good, but they were par for the course. but TWENTY MINUTES OF MONTAGE. A MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH WITH NO EMOTIONAL BUILDUP, WHICH ACTIVELY CONTRADICTS THE THEMES OF THE SHOW. WHAT!!!!!!! WERE THEY THINKING!!!!!!!!!!

anyway i disliked that a little bit.

so overall i pretty much hated every part of this season and there were very, very, very few redeeming features sprinkled in. it's fine though! i'm fine. it's all over now :)

a few brief thoughts on the series overall: i regret ever speaking badly of kripke's supernatural; i didn't know how good i had it until it was gone. in hindsight, a lot of the seasons i thought were dogshit were actually not the worst things ever—i just didn't realize how bad bad could get. i know now. i will carry that knowledge with me forever.

dramatics aside, i honestly did enjoy watching the show. as much as i hated so many of the writing choices, the plotholes, the retcons, the way the writers just handwaved away anything inconvenient and rewrote characters entirely just to force them into the story they way they wanted them—it was still, like, fun. the agony was enjoyable (things masochists say). i think it helps that the fandom at large generally agrees that the writing is bad; it gives a sense of community and solidarity in the misery. there's no uneasy disconnect between myself and the rest of the fanbase, and that honestly does make all the difference. it's fun to suffer together, and i don't regret watching this show one bit :)

so with that said, here's my final ranking for every season:

season 1 (thematically strong, tight writing, incredible vision, truly foundational in its establishment of overarching themes, tone, and genre)

season 2 (such an interesting plot which builds on what was established in season 1. this is where the meat of the show is, where the heart is exposed to daylight as the chest is ripped open)

season 3 (well written, though disappointing in some areas largely due to kripke dropping the special children plot thus leaving a hole. not very noticeable due to the good writing, but still there. i'll never forgive them for killing off henricksen)

season 4 (this is the first real drop in quality imo, but it's relatively insignificant. the writing feels more meandering, and the tone shifts rather drastically away from the horror of its origin. the introduction of angels destroys a lot of the religious anxiety that formed the foundation of the show, but at the same time introduces a fantastic story about fate and doom)

season 5 (same as season 4, but with the flaws a bit more glaring. castiel's unclear motivations and underdeveloped shift in perspective are a major point of contention for me; i don't think it was handled well and could have been written better to make him a stronger character from the get-go, possibly allowing him to be a better character in later seasons instead of the conflicting mess we ended up with)

season 9 (the writing is atrocious, but the vision is so good. i still don't know how they managed that. they had such a great idea and they took kripke's supernatural and expanded on it in such a satisfying way. it drove me crazy! but holy shit the actual writing is so bad)

season 8 (i feel largely the same about 8 as i do 9, but i just think the writing was overall worse. it does get brownie points for having benny in it, though)

season 10 (boring. boring and paced so, so, so badly. the sole redeeming feature was how committed it was to its vision. it has the exact opposite problem as season 6 in that it has too little content to fill out the season. but god, the vision. you'll hear me waxing poetic about the season 8-10 vision on my death bed)

season 7 (it did a lot to pave the road for seasons 8-10 which i can't ignore. it also got itself fairly settled after the mess season 6 was and didn't try to bite off more than it could chew. i didn't love it, but it had a lot of moments that were provocative and interesting, and it provided pretty good setup for season 8. the writing was not good, but i think that goes without saying)

season 6 (introduced really interesting ideas, but tried to cram so much into one season that it failed to deliver satisfying payoffs for any of its setup. soulless sam was an interesting exception and really redeemed it for me)

season 12 (12 and 13 are about equal for me because i hate the plots, i hate the intense diversion away from The Sam And Dean Show, i hate the writing, i hate the concepts, etc etc. but they both introduce supporting characters which show off new and interesting sides to sam and dean: mary in 12 and jack in 13. it allows for focus to stay on sam and dean's relationship a little longer even though they're no longer generating any organic conflict between them, so i appreciate that at least)

season 13 (i fucking HATE the apocalypse world. that is my deciding factor between seasons 12 and 13. also i hate what they did to mary here)

season 14 (honestly an inoffensive season. i still hate the writing way more than anything else pre-12, and it doesn't have the benefits of a new character introduced to provide external conflict between sam and dean, so while it was relatively inoffensive it was also boring, lacking, and really obvious how little the writers cared about maintaining sam and dean's relationship as the emotional core of the show)

season 11 (the writing all things considered wasn't the absolute worst thing i've ever seen, if i'm being fair. on the other hand, i hated everything about this season conceptually, and i hate that it vouched for christianity as the ~one true religion~ which again undermines kripke's original series. this is me being petty and i'm okay with that)

season 15 (see above. oh but i'm honestly surprised it managed to surpass my ire toward season 11. like honestly it's impressive because i hold a massive grudge toward 11 which should have been insurmountable. a feat has certainly been achieved here!)

anyway. i said this wasn't going to be long but then i just kept on writing and writing. because that's what i do. i never learn 😔 i'll end it here then. i intend to go back and rewatch seasons 1-5 now that i'm finally finished, so i'm looking forward to that. i want to see if my rose-tinted glasses that i've been looking at kripke era with are based on reality or simply a longing to return to less terrible times :P

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hi sex witch, i realise that this is not an actual sex ed related question and I hope this isn't overstepping any bounds.

I'm sort of in a weird spot right now a la my sexuality and am trying to figure out if I actually want a relationship and if what I feel is romantic attraction or Friendship levelled up. I've known for a long time that I'm Demisexual or Ace, and I thought I knew that I still felt romantic attraction but now I'm less sure.

How did you come to realise that you were aromantic? In that discovery did you ever wonder if it was a sort of 'mental block' or something similar that would be better off working through? (I ask because I'm sort of stuck in that state of mind right now, and I'm just curious to see if it's a common experience or not)

I realise that this is a fairly sensitive topic, and I really don't mean offense by asking.

I also realise that no two people's experiences will be the same but I was interested in hearing about it from another person's perspective.

I hope you have a great day whether or not you give this ask the time of day.

I've asked you other things in the past and it's always been brilliantly helpful. Thanks a lot for everything you do.

hi anon,

no worries about overstepping boundaries :) this is a pretty reasonable thing to ask of someone, and I'm happy to talk about it!

there's a funny story that I tell about the moment I probably should have known, but didn't yet have the language. in sixth grade my class had an assignment that involved making a collage timeline of the rest of our lives (a proto-vision board of sorts) and I think I was the only kid in the class who didn't put getting married on my timeline. everyone else did, as far as I can remember, and most of them also included having kids. being a pedantic little fuck I pointed out to several of my friends that it was really unreasonable to assume they would find someone they liked enough to marry who liked them back, to which everyone told me (paraphrasing) to shut the fuck up and stop being a little bastard.

but it still seemed very strange to me, because even when I was very young - back when I barely had the language to conceptualize being gay, let alone aromantic - I never imagined my life with a romantic partner. romantic pairings were interesting in stories, sure, I ate that shit up from a very young age! the star-crossed lovers shit going on in American Dragon: Jake Long did a number on my developing brain, and my Barbies and Littlest Pet Shops got up to INSANE relationship drama, but for myself it never really felt, like, relevant? not unpleasant, just uninteresting.

but I still had crushes on people as I grew up, and more importantly I had crushes on people of various genders, so during my teen years I was WAY more preoccupied with repressing my burgeoning bisexuality than drawing any conclusions about my romantic orientation

spoilers: the bisexuality won.

in college I had a friend who identified as asexual at the time, who spent maybe a year trying to convince me that I was aromantic. and I didn't want to hear it! I don't know why, honestly; maybe some part of me, despite loving the community I had found coming into my queerness, was still subconsciously afraid of being too different and grappling with the consequences.

so instead I did this uuuuh real dirtbag thing where instead of just acknowledging to myself that I was pretty fundamentally uninterested in romantic relationships and that that's fine, I spent the first half of college leaning hard on self-deprecation to explain my single status. oh, me? why aren't I dating? well, I'd probably be a really bad partner. yeah, I suck. I mean, I'm so busy all the time! and I'm weird.

(at the time I know I definitely had friends who assumed I was Like That because my parents were divorced, which is hilarious old-fashioned and also categorically untrue. I was Like This way before my parents got divorced!)

it actually took a relationship ending pretty badly to make peace with the idea that maybe I didn't want a relationship at all. I won't get into the details on that, because it involves another person and we were both very young and accidentally hurt each other a lot in ways we didn't mean and I don't think anyone was the villain, but I don't want it to come across like I had one bad breakup and then swore off romance, a thing I'd previously been interested in, forever. it was more like I found myself in a really heightened situation - they really desperately needed a good and attentive romantic partner after getting out of a bad relationship, I wanted our friendship to stay exactly the same but with a sexual component - that made very, very obvious what I was actually looking for in non-platonic relationships. which was, I guess, actually pretty platonic relationships, but with genitals involved.

haha just kidding, I actually didn't get that part through my skull until I spent an entire summer crying constantly, dissociating frequently, and spending way too much time on BAD dates having even worse sex that made me feel gross! but we got there eventually.

that part probably isn't super relatable to you if you're somewhere in the ace realm, sorry about that.

anyway, once the dust settled and I felt halfway human again I was feeling vulnerable and open to change - finally willing to see myself in a new way and reckon with parts of myself that I hadn't been before. I remembered what my buddy had always said about me seeming Really Aromantic, and I let it settle on me. how would I feel, if I actually was aromantic? how would it change my life, how I thought about myself?

and if I can use a cliche with you? it felt like a weight rolling off my shoulders. I suddenly had a whole sturdy base to build a better understanding of myself on, an easy way to justify the way I lived that didn't require throwing myself under a bus.

thinking of myself through the lens of aromanticism felt like a huge, HUGE relief, and frankly I think that, more than anything, is the best way for anyone to decide if they should be applying any identity label to themselves. which brings us back to you! I actually don't believe in the model of sexuality and gender that posits a secret innate Right Answer buried in each person that they'll discover if the just find the right terminology. all of the words we use are the result of our time and place, right? people like us existed all through history with different words for themselves, and they'll exist way after us calling themselves things we can't imagine.

so basically: I came to realize I was aromantic because calling myself aromantic felt like loving myself, and if that's the case for you than I strongly recommend you do it, too.

happy pride xoxo

[knowltonsrangers]

Turn!Washington x reader, 20-25, take your pick!

I'm in the mood to see that man in a romantic mood

#24: attempting to find out if they are single/available.

TURN!George Washington x reader

[a/n: ooooooh okay, I love this!! I picked #24, and I did it both ways just because! this could be tied in with my chapter fic ‘scrapped’, I liked the office setting hah.]

Your hands come to clasp behind your back, walking down the hall attempting to keep in pace next to the man, though proving difficult to match his stride. Although he appears very calm, eerily so, his head is in a swirled frenzy, mind reeling.

“Washington!”

“y/n!”

You both turn, opposite ways of the hallway, you over your left shoulder, Washington keeping front, as both your names are called. To your surprise, Nathan is waving enthusiastically at the end of the hall, and Hamilton stands at the beginning, looking very much annoyed.

“Can I steal you for a bit? I need help with something,”

Nathan asks, and you are mildly overwhelmed at the disappointment that builds in your chest. Of course, you’d be willing to help Nathan with anything, but you couldn’t say you weren’t saddened to be pulled away from your time with Washington so quickly.

“That works perfectly, I need him for a good while.”

Hamilton says, and Washington sighs deeply, turning to you, unamused by the situation.

“We’ll work on it later,”

He says, and offers a nod in parting, as you do the same.

“Best of luck.”

You hum, smiling up at the man as you wave him goodbye.

As you make it back down the hall, Nathan grabs your arm gently, ushering you to his desk in an urgent manner.

“My entire computer is broken.”

He whispers, and your eyebrows raise, opening your mouth to say something along the lines of how could that even be possible—

And then you take sight of his computer.

“Don’t you have anything better to do than hide from me?”

Hamilton asks, thumbing through a file of papers after retreating back to his office.

“I was not hiding from you.”

Washington mumbles, sitting behind his desk with its newfound organization.

“Seems you’ve been very busy doing a lot of things with y/n.”

He groans, pulling back from his stack of papers, slamming his pen down.

“Must you?”

“Yes, of course. I know about your little…infatuation with them.”

Hamilton waves his hand in exaggeration, eyes moving from the papers back to the man.

“That is highly inappropriate, and—“

“Just because it’s inappropriate, doesn’t mean it isn’t true.”

Okay, he got him there. It was beginning to become a little more complicated, the fact that he longed for the time of the day spent together with you.

Would he ever admit that aloud, especially to Hamilton, he’d sooner shoot himself in the foot.

“May we move on from the subject?”

“No,”

“Why are you so obsessed with this? Surely y/n is happily taken, and it is something that I will just have to get over,”

He sighs, forehead coming to his hands, and Hamilton presses on.

“I think I have information that you’d like to hear.”

Still unmoving, he just waits for the redhead to spit it out. Maybe if he appears unbothered, then the topic will shift gears.

“I heard from Hale that they are not in a relationship.”

There goes his attempt at seeming uninterested, because his shoulders tense up, and he can’t help himself.

“Uh, how did you manage to uninstall all of the applications?”

You ask, typing away at the keyboard in a futile effort to move his computer into any semblance of working condition.

“I didn’t! I swear, I think I may have opened a bad email. When I logged on, everything was gone.”

You should be contacting IT, but in any case, what would there be to say? That his entire computer was wiped?

“So,”

Nathan leans against his desk, as you sit in his chair, now clicking pop ups as they blink open around the screen.

“Yes?”

“You and George, huh?”

You gasp, pulling away from the screen in an offended manner.

“No way! Absolutely not—!”

“There’s no denying it, y/n, he has heart-eyes for you, and you for him.”

“…does the whole office know?”

You whisper, carefully looking around to see any more of your coworkers would chime in.

“I don’t think so. I only just made the connection.”

The blonde says, and you turn back to the computer, pouting slightly as you re-download the necessary applications.

“And you just confirmed it.”

“It’s not like he’s going to do anything, and I’m sure he has a partner—“

“He is single, by the way.”

Nathan says, and you don’t make any movements.

“Stop playing matchmaker, and log into your account.”

You stand up, biting your lip as you watch him enter his password.

“Just saying, y/n. No harm in passing on office known information.”

You could faint on the spot, feeling the rosiness rise to your cheeks.

When you rejoin each others company later that day, the conversation is over before it began.

You said hello, as did he, and you went right to it.

You shuffled his papers, he signed some things, and all you could focus on was how loud your heart was beating in your ears.

“What did Nathan want?”

Washington asks, and you pause, wondering if there was any part of that interaction you could share without making him stress more.

“Got locked out of his account, nothing major.”

Thin white lie.

“How nice of you to help,”

You nod, unable to look up to meet his gaze.

Washington wishes to ask you about the information Hamilton divulged to him, but he decides it best to not mention it.

It would come up naturally, and him forcing it would not be the best move.

“Want to talk about it?”

You ask, mouth moving on its own.

“About what?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. You seem very distracted, I thought maybe Hamilton had said something that bothered you.”

He is almost amused.

“No, no.”

He waves you off, and you continue to move things around.

The tension in the air is making the situation ten times worse.

“I guess that’s it for in here. I’ll just go back to the front and work on—“

“Is everything alright?”

For as long as you’ve known him, you aren’t sure you’ve ever heard him speak so quietly.

“O-oh, yeah. Everything’s fine, why do you ask?”

Washington catches your uncomfortable expression, but does nothing about it.

“Just making sure, y/n. Do what you need.”

When you slip from his office, you are sure that the breath you just let out you were certainly holding in that entire exchange.

[firsttarotreader]

Hello tarot mami! I have a question for tarot. What will make Pedro fall deeply in love with a female and a male?

Thank you do much for all your readings. You are serving us the tea and dont mind the haters!

Hello! Thank you so much for the love and support! 💜🫶🏼 So, two things, I may or may not have done a reading about this, I can’t remember, but it wasn’t specifically about each gender. Second, we know this is totally hypothetical, okay? Pedro has recently said he doesn’t fall in love because “it hurts too much”, so he’s not out there falling deeply in love with anyone atm. 😄😄 Oh, and a third thing, I know these are not the only two genders, there are others, but I will stick to the ones you asked about. That said, considering him hypothetically falling for someone, I started with the women, and the first cards were the 2 of Flowers reversed, Knight of Teacups and Queen of Hedgehogs reversed.

Lol. So, 2 of Flowers reversed represents someone who is… uninterested. If the chick shows to not be interested in him, to not be available to start anything new and fall in love, if he realizes she lacks the desire for him (at least at first), she’s gonna catch his attention. Knight of Teacups may be a very lovely woman, someone who is sensitive, charming, connected to her feelings and possibly an artist of some kind. However, this might also represent Pedro having to court her, needing to be this Knight, let out his chivalry and seduction to get to her. But she’s also the Queen of Hedgehogs reversed, so she’s probably someone who might be too focused on her career and her work and who, again, isn’t really available for love and a relationship because she makes no time for it. Like, think of an artist who is so sensitive and dedicated to her craft, but at the same time she’s gonna seem emotionally distant and self-absorbed, and definitely not interested in him at first.

The second pull was The Pair, The Hierophant and 3 of Teacups. The Pair (The Lovers) means that he might fall hard for women who get along with him easily, someone he feels like she’s his “pair” in a way, someone in harmony with him, that sees things in a similar way to him, with similar ideas, who naturally gets him. The Hierophant is someone who is wise and who treasures their personal values and ideas very much. They are sure of themselves, but at the same time they are always willing to learn and search for more knowledge. So this woman might be someone who is very sure of her beliefs and personal values and who is very confident in them. A wise, non-judgemental and confident woman that makes him feel comfortable around her and with whom he can talk about everything, from the meaning of life to the best food he can find in Texas. The last card is the 3 of Teacups, which represents someone he can have a lot of fun with, someone who likes to party and celebrate life. Also, we may be talking about a woman that might only see him as a friend and completely friendzone him. 😅

So there you go, she’s gotta be unavailable and uninterested but also wise and able to get along with him well.

Then I asked about the men and the first pull was 7 of Flowers, 6 of Spears and 10 of Hedgehogs reversed. So, 7 of Flowers is about conflict, putting up a fight, so he might fall easily for men he fights a lot with (lol), that represents a rival or competition to him in any way. 6 of Spears points to someone who can sail through troubled waters and still maintain composure, who won’t lose his mind in the face of the challenges. 10 of Hedgehogs reversed is, well, someone he KNOWS it will not work out with. Again, unavailable people, the ones that there’s no way for a relationship to work, dead on arrival, that’s gonna be unsuccessful.

The second pull was 9 of Spears, 10 of Teacups reversed and 5 of Spears. Well, 9 of Spears could be representing a man who is very anxious like Pedro is, someone who is insecure and emotionally messed up just like him (even though that’s kinda different from the 6 of Spears, but we could be talking about people who are anxious but still get through the worse times without losing it). 10 of Teacups reversed is again about someone he KNOWS he can’t get a happy ending with, that he knows they will not be what each other needs from a relationship. The 5 of Spears is more conflict, a man he will fight with, have conflicts, misunderstandings, more competition, and that he knows it will crash and burn because he can see the defeat from a mile away.

So, as a friend of mine was saying, he seems to fall for people who don’t threaten his commitment-phobia, unavailable and uninterested women and men with whom he knows it will not work because they’re gonna fight like hell. Also, the dominant energy is ever present in both genders because he might feel like both cases are people he needs to convince, seduce, dominate and tame. He goes for people he thinks he can overpower in a way.

I guess it makes sense why he thinks falling in love “hurts too much”, doesn’t it?? 😅

[nsfwhiphop]

Incoming Text for Zendaya (@zendaya):

Dear Zendaya,

I just want to say that I've always looked at you like a little sister, a little teen girl, and you were someone I never took seriously.

You were born in 1996, and I in 1981. I'm older, so it makes sense that I saw you as someone younger and irrelevant in my world.

But here’s the kicker: you keep posting these sexy pictures of yourself in beautiful dresses, and I'm having second thoughts now.

I saw your pictures from the "Rock & Roll Hall of Fame Induction Ceremony" on October 19, 2024, and I said to myself, man, I wanna hit that.

Keep in mind, we’re in 2024. Back in 2018, I just saw you as another skinny teen who became famous in Hollywood, and I underestimated your sex appeal.

But damn, you're so hot now. You became sexy in 2024. The ugly duckling from high school has had a glow-up.

Now slow down. I didn’t say I want to marry you—I just said you're hot, that's all. No need to get too excited. Curb your enthusiasm, damn woman!

I know I make you smile. But seriously though, I said I would love to hit it, but I didn’t say I would. It just means you became bangable now.

Here’s a fun story: Did you know, back in April 2024, I wrote to Emma Watson (@emmawatson) and told her I couldn’t have a romantic relationship with her because, in my mind, she’s still that little girl from the Harry Potter films.

Emma was like, “But I’m 34 now, I’m a grown woman.”

And I told her, "I can’t. It's too weird to have sex with you. I still see you as that little girl. Sorry, Emma, I just can’t do it."

And that was it—I didn’t hear from Emma Watson again until these past two months. Now, she’s flooding my Tumblr feed with pictures, like, every day, trying to get my attention because she’s jealous of Gal Gadot and Natalie Portman.

Emma refuses to accept defeat. I always ignore her, but she finds a way to pop up on my Tumblr feed.

Can you tell her I’m not falling for her trap? I’m not even attracted to her. It's like she’s trying to sell me water when I already own the lake. You get my metaphor? I’m not thirsty.

Why don’t you invite Emma Watson to join you and Tom Holland for a threesome? I’m sure that guy would be glad, so happy.

Emma’s obviously horny, and I’m not available to f*ck her. So you might as well let Tom f*ck her. That should keep her satisfied and off my back for a while.

When you think about it, Emma Watson is a cougar now. Isn’t that funny? Emma’s born in 1990, and Tom in 1996.

Emma the cougar—it’s got a nice ring to it.

So, I just gave y’all a dope idea for a threeway relationship.

No need to thank me, you’re welcome.

I’m about to have a foursome with women my age too. Don’t ask—long story.

Emma Watson has found a new home for her freaky sex parties. Tom and Zendaya will adopt her now.

Okay, this chat was fun. Goodbye, young Hollywood.

Love you, Zendaya! Have fun with Emma and Tom.

Angelo (Crown Prince)

P.S.:

Synopsis of the letter:

Angelo, the Crown Prince, writes a playful and provocative letter to Zendaya, reflecting on how he once viewed her as a younger, irrelevant figure but is now reconsidering due to her newfound sex appeal. He comments on her transformation and his own evolving thoughts about her, but clarifies that while he finds her attractive, he's not interested in anything serious.

Angelo also shares a humorous story about his past interaction with Emma Watson, explaining how he rejected her advances because he still saw her as the young girl from Harry Potter. He jokes that Emma is now trying to get his attention by posting pictures on social media, but he’s uninterested.

He then suggests a playful scenario where Zendaya and Tom Holland invite Emma to join them in a threesome, humorously labeling Emma as a cougar. Throughout the letter, Angelo maintains a cheeky, light-hearted tone, discussing various hypothetical romantic and sexual dynamics with Hollywood stars, while making it clear he’s detached from the drama.

[luvqueenbsblog]

Menalogistics

Disclaimer All men are not the same. The goal is to avoid the trashy ones. As a reminder to my ladies “MEN KNOW BETTER “ and I want you to never forget that .Women are not innocent either but the goal is to shed light on what we are facing in the dating world . I will let the men discuss among themselves what they face with the women while I speak to my ladies about our experiences.

There is a new wave of men who believe that women should do the work in pursuing them and they are the same ones who turn around and call you thirsty, clingy and claim that you are a hoe.

I. No Action:Sadly men do not walk up to women anymore . I can’t tell you how many times I am out and I see that a guy is attracted to me and he doesn’t make a move. Even when I smile and try to show him that I’m interested he still doesn’t say anything. Even when I make the first move to engage in conversation with him he doesn’t ask for my phone number and and I’m not gonna ask him for his because it’s not my job to do that. As a woman we should let the men know that we are open to them and interested but they have to make the move. I think it might be a side effect of online dating because that is less intimidating and they may feel like they have more options.

2. Not Serious: I had a conversation with a guy the other day where he let me know that a large percentage of men were single and childless and that this was a result of feminism and women rejecting them. Like I said before they are not approaching us which is the 1st step. As a woman who myself who is traditional and wanting to be in a relationship I find that this is absolutely not true. A lot of Men want women to participate in casual encounters with no commitment and if you are smart enough to see through that ,they find someone who is willing to accept it . Which is fine but don’t blame it on women.

3. Unqualified: Men do not take the time out to become desirable to women and they claim that a man must be incredibly handsome to be taken seriously. The truth is that a man who is in shape is usually disciplined in other areas of his life that’s what the women are attracted to . When we see you take care of yourself we feel like you can take care of us. It is ok for a man to choose based on how a woman looks right? News flash !women have eyes too.Someone once told me “If you don’t like your life.Change it”.That is so true. Men feel rejected when women choose more accomplished men but what they do not recognize is, that is part of the requirement for supporting a family . Even if you do not have it all together , If you are hardworking and have a vision, then a woman can work with you to build ,but that in itself is a privilege and not an obligation. They are unfocused on the self development needed to be with a woman and would rather use other means to get their needs met .

4. Uninterested

One thing I keep noticing is that a lot of men are saying that they don’t want anything serious or they want something casual. They want to see where things go or they are just not sure. The funny thing is that these are 30,40 and 50 year old men. At that age they still haven’t developed. They are not marriage minded and will waste women’s time. It’s not all their fault because most women have not developed themselves in order to recognize and respond accordingly to these kind of men.If you don’t want to be in a relationship with a woman but you still want her to bring her value to your life , that is robbing her from finding a man that does . I know it takes two to tango but as the one who should be leading the dance;we are going to need some more accountability.

5. Unavailable: This is the most unfortunate one of all . There are some men who are in a relationship or married and instead of doing what they need to do to support their current woman they try to disturb your peaceful, drama free, single life. Back in the day they used to lie about it but now they are so bare faced that it’s embarrassing. I have had several men do this where they show me pictures of their wife or whoever they are shacking up with and I’m here thinking I’m rooting for you and your beautiful family only for him to turn around and try to smash. Women are being made a fool of by these men with no integrity and no character and I must encourage my women in this moment to have each other’s backs . Respect another queens relationship and even the lack there of. I know you don’t owe her anything and you don’t know her but your also respecting yourself on the highest level when you don’t make yourself available to unavailable men.

These are the masses. This is the majority. There are good ones but they are very few. The men I have talked about are called grown boys and that is what women are dealing with. It becomes discouraging for women because we are finally seeing that our options are not very good and a lot of women have resorted to pursuing other things rather than marriage and true connection. As the leaders what the men do not realize is that once they get it together the women will have no choice but to follow.Even so I have hope but I know for sure that until men step up to their true potential as men , none of this going to change.

[darkkitty1208]

Okay, so. I mentioned here that I had a fic idea about Supreme Strange/SIM!Tony, but discarded it because I simply thought it sounded boring/uninteresting/bit cringy ugh. I just felt like pouring it in this post instead to see what you all may think. (And feel free to take the idea – I'd love to see it written in a better version than I could ever possibly have done, lol).

Obviously it's Dark!Tony (this is SIM we're talking about) so he has obsessive tendencies over Stephen (will elaborate).

Under the cut because it's quite a lot of text (you have been warned).

Superior Iron Man lives in the 838 universe in this AU, and he was part of the Illuminati alongside Stephen. Everyone in the team accepted him (because they thought he'd be a great addition, considering his wealth and intelligence), except Captain Carter. She just doesn't like the idea of him being the creator of 'Extremis', and has several suspicions about it, because... well, you get what I mean.

A major part of the plot is that Tony's very obsessed with Stephen (due to his addictive tendencies), and he's been trying to lure the man to use Extremis to fix his hands; Stephen refuses, of course. They can either be in a relationship here or just friends/teammates.

Soon enough, they find out about Tony's true intentions of making Extremis (I figured maybe it's likely that Cap Carter found out, but I still haven't figured out how), and they kick him out of the Illuminati. I'm not sure what sort of punishment he gets after that, but maybe they've just informed it to the public, but to no avail, because everyone's obsessed with using Extremis to make themselves perfect.

They fought Tony ever since. Tony doesn't fight back, as much as he wants to, because he still wants Stephen alive. He likes to think of it as some sort of 'game', so he plays along but never really to the point of killing any of them.

But when the threat of Thanos came, Stephen becomes desperate and soon corrupted by the Darkhold to find ways to defeat the Mad Titan via dream walking to his other variants -- following the plot of MoM.

The moment in Titan after they defeat Thanos, when he kneels and waits as he willingly lets Blackbolt disintegrate him due to the guilt of his actions, Tony watches from afar. Tony manages to kill Blackbolt before he could speak a word, and a battle broke off between him and the Illuminati (including Stephen, he practically rages as he sees Tony kill a member of their team, and has developed some sort of hatred towards him ever since he found out about what Extremis was for), Tony won, eventually. Stephen collapsed after the battle (Tony doesn't kill him, he killed the others, though), and carries him to his tower/wherever he resides, where he uses Extremis to fix Stephen's body, from his scars, his hands, and even went far enough to brainwash him into thinking that he and Tony are in a relationship, and that Tony was a good man (I should mention that he upgraded Extremis before all that, so he made it possible to brainwash people's mind using it.)

It's not a happy ending, for Stephen, at least. Tony got what he wanted, he lives with an 'idealised' version of Stephen as everyone around them slowly suffers from Extremis.

:D