#i was a teen oogle

[britecrawler]

[eggcompany]

Sorry I wasn't listening to you what so ever I was scrolling endlessly at pictures of Tyler Hoechlin

[pascals-doll]

like a virgin

joel miller x reader

🫧 inspired by madonnas like a virgin MY MADONNA CONCERT IS COMING UP I-

🫧 i always make my writings for joel so long but i love this man smm i could write all day for him it dont even b on purpose 😩

🫧 description: pre-outbreak!joel, babysitter!reader, reader babysits sarah, semi-fluff, DILF JOEL DILFFF, age gap (joel is 36 and reader is early 20s), smut smut, SMUT SMUTTT, dom!joel, softdom!joel(ugh i need so bad),sub!reader, hella praise kink, reader and joel are obessesed w each other tbh, secret crushing, body worship (reader reciving/ slight joel), pussy eating, possessive!joel, unprotected sex, p in v sex, hair pulling (j recieving), tommy is a teasing p.o.s 😭, no use of y/n, use of nicknames (sweetheart, darlin, and sweet girl).

you stepped into the miller’s residence weekly to babysit his daughter Sarah, she was the sweetest teen girl. she reminded you a bit of yourself when you were her age which was probably the cause of the instant connection.

you had been baby-sitting for almost 8 months now, leading to getting closer to Joel; Sarah’s dad.

Joel was more than a hunk of a man, he towered over you even with your heeled mary-janes at times, his broad build engulfing all his clothing making him look like a slutty construction worker with his roughed up baggy-blue jeans thats sinched around his waist perfectly.

you would be lying if you wouldn’t oogle the man while his attention was pulled onto something else. you would watch the way he talked so sweetly to Sarah, yet when it came to a phone call, his neighbor, a stranger or his brother, Tommy that would occasionally stop by.

Joel would have this assertive and unruly tone underneath that thick southern accent. he was a man that paid close attention in his life which is why he has allowed you to take care of his daughter with so much trust.

you would never know it but Joel cherished you and the things you do.

Joel would show it in very discreet ways, today was a prime a example.

“m’havin a famiy cookout later t’night, why don’t you head on home to rest, so you can come back to enjoy with us.” Joel invitied you with ease as you began to grab your belongings from his coat-rack near his front door.

you grabbed your purse, walking towards the sound of his voice which was right around the corner. Joel was standing in his wide living room.

“it would be more than my pleasure. thank you for everything again. im always very appreciative for sarah and you” you thanked him sweetly, eyes meeting his.

he stood next to his large bookcase that had an assortment of different books, personal objects, some cds/dvds, and his vinyls.

joel picked up a vinyl, sliding out of the slot in the shelving of his bookcase, pulling it out of the envelope, and placing it on the record player.

yet another instance, where you accidentally ogle him.

“the real thank you should be t’ya. im adjustin’ to single parentin’ and ya’ been very accommodatin’, thank you.”

your kind demeanor was the sweetner to his coffee.

you were now home, getting dressed to return to the Miller’s residence.

usually when you’re babysitting, you dressed lazily. you would put on a random shirt and jeans or sweats.

you wanted to cleanup a bit more, knowing it wasnt just going to be you and sarah most of the day; Joel would be there.

you threw on this cute blue floral sundress that was mid-length, it stopped right below your cross necklace.

you finished up by pairing it with white frilly socks with mid-heeled black flats.

you didn’t put much makeup on, only putting the basics before doing any last touch-ups and grabbing your black mini-purse.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

once you arrived, opening the gate and greeting a few of the people that were sitting on the porch before entering through the front door.

the sound of chatter got louder as you walked through his home. you turned around to the corner and his living room was empty but his kitchen was cluttered with different food and grill necessities.

you thought to yourself how they must be outside, you began to walk farther into his home till the back where the sliding door to his backyard was.

you began to slide the door open “oh my!! you came!” sarah squealed out of excitement, she came from restroom door next to the side of his sliding door.

you immediately engulfed the excited girl that ran into your arms “i wouldn’t miss it for the world, girl!” you exclaim while smiling.

“c’mon! my dad is outside grilling!” sarah spoke excitedly. she grabbed your hand as you opened the door and walked outside together.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

“d’ya invite that sweet babysitter of yours?” Tommy asks joel while seasoning the steak “i did, i hope she comes-you know, for sarah and all” Joel tries to play off with his words.

“oh my brother fancy’s someone, i see” Tommy chuckles out, putting his beer bottle up in the air slightly.

“i do not fuckin’fancy that young lady. she’s gone above and beyond for my daughter and i just wanted her to feel welcome” Joel explains himself, his tone laced with angry yet getting his explaination a across a bit hastily. Tommy’s eyebrow quirks.

“don’t say nothin’ else” Joel utters out in a stern tone, grabbing his cold corona as Tommy puts his hands up in defence.

Tommy turned his head, not the best decision as it made his amusement grow fonder. he turns back to Joel.

“well, ya’look at that brother” Tommy slys out, throwing a wink at his older brother before making his way back to his wife Maria.

It was you and sarah approaching, Joel actually choked on his sip of beer.

you were beautiful, Joel wasn’t an oblivious man.

Joel, himself even thought it was impressive how easily you cleaned yourself up by just some jeans and sweatshirt; at times just a shirt.

tonight was different, very different.

Joel finally has seen you outside of your different hoodies and pants.

he couldn’t begin to comprehend as you and sarah got closer and closer “Dad! she made it” sarah calls him out in excitement.

you finally approached him next to his griller which caused him to immediately snap out of his gaze.

Joel gave you his hand to shake “thank you so much for having me” you thank him, sweetly accepting as you began to shake pulling you in for a soft side hug.

you were right beside him, feeling the heat of the fire from the grill on both of you.

in Joel’s eyes, up close, your beauty was now beyond otherworldly. your light blue sundress bringing out the color of your eyes, the way your hair fell on your shoulders, and your jewlery sparkiling the tone of your skin.

you looked so elegant, yet you still managed to keep it simple. your winged liner making you look more mature than just the light mascara you would rush onto your lashes before getting out of your car on babysitting days.

Joel couldn’t begin to wrap it around his mind how you could possibly look so pure yet you were a woman. a hard-working one at that.

he knew that. it was something that made him desire you which felt so wrong.

“anytime, ya deserve to be apart of the family-shit! ya’already are” Joel goes off a bit nervously after ogling you. you gave him a soft smile.

“did’ya need help with the grill?” you quickly perk in as the fire began to sizzle a tad bit louder than usual “ah shit!” Joel exclaims, flipping each of the steak.

“careful now, brother! dont burn ‘em!” Tommy calls out, laughing with a devious smirk as he approaches again with cooler in hand.

Joel grumbled something under his under his breath as he focused on the grill.

“nice to meet you, i’ve heard s’much about you! I’m Joel’s brother, Tommy.” the younger brother introduces himself.

you give him your hand to shake “It is nice to meet the uncle tommy” you joke out causing sarah to giggle with you.

Joel couldn’t begin to explain the beauty you carried within you.

he was sure that if a god made you, it was Hestia and Aphrodite.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

the evening was pleasantly spent by you getting to meet maria and her pregnant belly, congratulating her.

then once it was time to serve the dinner, you helped Joel and Tommy by moving the grilled food off of the grill.

this consisted of Tommy making jokes that had slight insinuating under-tones that you were too naive to pick up but laugh everytime Joel would punch Tommy’s shoulder roughly, not being playful at all.

you helped bring in the food as sarah set up the dining table. once everything was set up and everyone sat down to eat, Joel’s grilling being beyond splendid.

when dinner was over while everyone cleaned up, you went to use the restroom.

you finished using up the restroom which is how you were now in Joel’s living room.

you began to admire his large bookcase from where he stood earlier to invite you.

you skimmed through, your hands softly going over the objects as you observed his books, framed pictures, his collection of dvds, and then his vinyls.

you had a record player of your own, sometimes sarah would ask you to play bon jovi and tell you where the record was.

Joel had an impressive collection, ranging to every genre of music. he had some legends on vinyls like Bob Marley, Johnny Cash, Lionel Richie, and Madonna.

you immediately picked up the Madonna vinyl, it was her second album ‘Like a Virgin’.

you grew up with your mom adoring Madonna more than anything which explains your adoration for her music.

“I was in highschool when i first heard Madonna” a deep voice spoke through the room, behind you.

you automatically knew it was Joel, turning around still looking at the tracklist on the back of his vinyl “this is my favorite album besides Like a Prayer” you say as you walk up to him, smiling.

“you weren’t even born yet” Joel laughs out causing you to jokingly get offended.

“excuse me, i know my Madonna” you joke back, giving him a playful wink which he just gave you a slight chuckle too.

“she say she know she Madonna, ay?” he gives you a slight smile, opening up his record player before inserting the vinyl.

soon enough the record player began to ring a classic 80s pop beat through the room.

you automatically felt yourself slightly popping your leg with the beat and snapling your fingers slightly.

“go ahead, Mr.80s” you state smiling, inviting him to dance “oh no, i-don’t dance” Joel quirks out awkwardly, now standing nervous.

Joel admired your confidence and comfortabilty in your skin, you were so young and full of life while also being so sophisticated and methodical.

you grab Joels hands and began to playfully sway with him.

Oh, like a virgin

Touched for the very first time

Like a virgin

When your heart beats next to mine

🫧

you sang the melodious lyrics under your breath. you felt your breath hitch as you locked eyes with joel, being in his grasp.

you could feel your body burn up in his strong hold, his heavy hand on the small of your waist.

your breath hitched causing your chest to push up against his chest. this felt so right, the way his hands held your body and each of your curves.

🫧

You're so fine, and you're mine

Make me strong, yeah, you make me bold

Oh, your love thawed out

Yeah, your love thawed out

What was scared and cold

Joel made you feel more than a woman, you were so polish and refined, yet so sophisticated and mature while all-looking ever so young and full of life.

he felt a bit of confidence which made him twirl you around, engulfing you into his embrace again with one arm; your back to his chest now.

you swore the sound of the song was slowly drowning out and now the sexual tension was ringing through the both of you.

you could feel his heartbeat thump against your back as his hands rubbed both sides of your waist to the rythem of your delicate sways.

you leaned your head back against his chest, his scent being the only thing on your mind.

you felt him begin to caress your hair with one hand as it left your waist.

“you’re s’beautiful, hope y’know that” Joel could blame it on his 5 beers but 5 beers wasn’t shit for Joel, he was very conscious of his choices.

the compliment sent shivers down your spine as you swore your knees grew limp momentarily.

you turned around, your thigh now inbetween one of his legs, chests pressed against each other, his hands gripping your hips now, and faces inches away from each other.

your lips were parted, you really were debating on kissing the beautiful hunk of a dad infront of you.

fuck it

just like that, within no time your lips were moving like you both had never kissed anyone before.

the song continuing to play as the both of you makeout in his living room while everyone was outside.

the way his hands ran through all of your body like he had never touched anyone, your lips pulling away to catch your breathe momentarily like you had never been kissed like that before.

Joel completely ravished you.

hell…now that he had you, he wasn’t gonna let go now.

“m’room darlin’” he mutters against your lips, before completely scooping you up bridal style. it caught you slightly off guard, gasping which made Joel smack your ass playfully.

“oh, aren’t you a gentleman?” you joke, your arms were wrapped around his neck.

“oh, don’t’cha worry sweetheart” Joel smirks out as you arrived to his room.

he laid you on his bed, going down with you while on top of you. he began to move his lips from kissing you to your neck, pulling down the small straps that held your dress.

each kiss that Joel placed on your body felt like a burning sensation, making your insides erupt with giddiness.

you felt like this was your first time all over again. your mind was racing, heart was nervous, and body was clamy.

and it was all because of Joel.

you weren’t sexually active at all recently, you were so busy with work, about to graduate with your masters, and even babysitting sarah; spending more time at the Millers than on dates.

you did go out but lord were the guys of this generation a bunch of sluts.

“what’s on your mind? am i doin’ somethin’ wrong?” Joel’s rushes out accidentally, not wanting to sound nervous but he did.

you weren’t only one feeling like a bad teenager doing this for the first time.

Joel smelled your perfume and that was all it took to get his mind racing. he couldn’t begin to fathom how he finally got to have you.

the way his big frame craddled yours sent him into overdrive, his heart going a million miles per minute as he tries to figure out where to even begin.

for you, it might’ve been a year but for him, it was almost like ages with the years he’s gone.

all Joel’s mind could do was think of all the things he could do to you.

“Joel-hmph” you couldnt help but whine out as his hands massaged closer and closer to your arousal.

“there there sweet girl, you ever been with a man?” Joel asks, lifting your dress up, exposing your angelic white panties.

Joel was damned forsure for the filthy thoughts you provoked out of him.

“n-no, i have never—they were idiots.” you felt so small under him, feeling overwhelmed like it was your first time all again.

at this point, you could’ve considered yourself a virgin with how Joel had you and how much of a man he was.

“you ain’t gon’go lookin’ f’someone to take care of that pretty lil’mind, not after im done with’ya.” Joel claims to you.

you believe every single word laced in his southern accent; making your cunt pulsate wantingly.

“is that what you want to do, Joel? take care of me?” you ask him, lifting your leg to spread yourself open more as you wrap it around his lower waist; basically resting on his thick thigh.

the way you looked at him through your lashes, batting them softly. it was a genuine question, laced with purity and hope.

“if you’ll allow me too-” Joel began, pulling down your panties. you expected him to unbuckle his belt next but no; he got on his knees.

your chest weighed up and down heavily, each of his touch making your body hot.

“it’s my only wish for taking care of me and sarah” Joel finishes before hooking both of your legs up onto his shoulders, his tongue wasting no time.

you didn’t even get a chance to respond, a moan erupting out of you being the only thing.

the way he ate your pussy like he didn’t just eat a whole meal downstairs had your back already arching.

Joel’s tongue swiped along all of your cunt, fucking your sweethole “jesus, ya’taste fuckin’ delicious” Joel mumbles against your pussy as his tongue quickens all along your juiced cunt.

“ahmph!” your shriek sounding like music to his ears, if he didnt have his family downstairs, he’d have you screaming.

“quiet fa’me, doll” he says, taking a hand to cover your mouth as before diving back in.

joel’s tongue fucks into your hole this time causing you to let out a muffled moan against his big hand.

the way that man was eating your pussy, tainting your pussy with his spit, marking it all as his drove you insane. there wasnt nothing this man couldn’t do.

“god! j-joel!” you muffle out, your hands go to his roughed up brown hair, pulling on it causing him to groan into your dripping pussy.

you felt yourself getting closer and closer, your pussyhole squeezing around the tip of his tongue.

“this pussy s’perfect- s’all fuckin’ mine.” Joel spits out once he pulled away from your pussy, denying you of your orgasm.

your mouth was agape in pleasure but then quickly falling into a pout “don’t worry darlin’, my baby will cum…on my dick” Joel’s voice is sweet like honey now as he leaned down to connect your lips together.

you taste yourself on his lips, mixture of his spit along his lips causing you to moan at the mix of both of your filth fogging your mind.

the way both of your lips moved in sync perfectly was beyond intoxicating for joel. he swore he could get addicted to just at the look of you but at this point, both of your lips had him drunk.

he had shimmied and kicked off his pants while making-out with you. he was completely taking over you once again, your body turning small under his big one.

“are you ready, sweetheart?” joel asks delicately, pulling away from your lips to look at your eyes.

you told him yes, leaning up to take his shirt off which he happily obliged.

you had only seen his toned arms but it was obvious he had a strong build. he might’ve not had a six-pack but lord were his muscles chiseled like a greek god.

“you gon’ drool over an old man?” joel utters out, his hand going in to caress your hair.

“oh baby, you’re beyond fine wine.” you whisper. your forehead’s connected, lips away from kissing, and looking him deep in his chocolate eyes.

Joel could feel his breath hitch at what you said, you already had him wrapped around your finger as he worshipped you.

Joel thrusted himself into you, he couldn’t even fucking believe how tight you were.

“jesus- god, this pussy s-ah fuck!” joel’s groan was almost animalistic as your mouth fell as if you wanted to scream but nothing came out.

Joel’s cock was a size you’ve never had before, it didnt hurt but oh, did it stretch.

“s’big-oh my!” you moan out loudly, eyes rolling back at the feeling of him delectably stretching your pussy out.

“you got it baby, you got it” he praises you although he was too busy trying not too pass-out because of your cunt.

after a small moment of adjusting for the both of you, he began to thrust into you at a slow pace.

you arch into him as your whimpers and soft moans turn slowly work their way up to louder and heavier moans.

joel worked himself into you, his mind not being able to get enough of all of you. he still had to process that he really had a young beautiful woman with the heart of a home in his bed.

joel completely held your body with one hand, eventually putting a hand over your mouth again once his sweet thrusts turned into pounds.

your body shaking against his with each of his rough and hard thrusts, fucking your name out of your mind and replacing it wirh his.

your muffled little cries of his name “Joel! joel-ah! j-j! j-joel!” sounding like a sweet lullaby to him. he couldn’t help but smirk at your teary eyed-self.

you werent even worried about ruining that pretty liner of yours as he fucked into you.

“shh my baby, you’re taking me so well” joel coos out, caressing you hair before leaning down to plant kisses and suck on your chest.

your hands grip his bed sheets as your body begins to shake in pure sensual bliss that joel brought you, making your mind fog up as the build up of your orgasm is almost virginal.

“ya’look so beautiful like this-” praises left joel’s lips left and right, loving and indulging in every single one of his praises as he fucked you to your orgasm so sickeningly good; leaving the both of you intoxicated.

“you was made fa’me, not no one else.” Joel’s eyes were shut now, completely lost in the pleasure you were giving him.

it was almost like a prayer, a hopeful chant, almost a possessive plead.

joel had wanted you just as much as you wanted him “yes! god yes! m’close! it’s y-yours! all yours!” your pleasure-filled babbles as your mind gets drunk of joels cock and overwhelming orgasm.

“let go, darlin’ ” Joel works you through your orgasm, hips going from pistoling into you to the delicate pace he started off with.

your entire body shook as both of your sweaty hot bodies embraced each other through both of your orgasms.

the room filled with heavy pants and moans as his hand left your mouth and began to massage your hair.

you both held each other, not wanting to let go of each other.

“i understand what madonna meant by ‘like a virgin’ now” you giggle out causing a playfully scoff to come from him.

“alright alright, we need t’get dressed and head back down. would ya’ want to stop by tomorrow after i drop sarah off at school?” joel asks, his chocolate eyes now ridden of lust and replaced with soft hope.

you were about to tell him yes but another voice spoke before you.

“are you fucking done?! fuck! i can’t keep stalling Sarah and Maria!” it was Tommy.

[ruruas]

Female Sexuality in Gaming: A Challenge

Let's examine which Japanese video game can conquer it: Bayonetta or Persona 5?

Across all forms of fictional media, female characters have a history of their worth being reduced. They can be less fleshed out and important than their male counterparts. Nowadays, I feel as though we’ve come a long way in creating strong female characters. That doesn’t mean that the issues around women’s role in the media are solved, though. We are still raising concerns on how women and girls are portrayed on screen. One such concern is the sexualization of women in video games.

It's a common observation to see female characters in video games with a heightened sexuality in comparison to their male counterparts. They have skin-tight or revealing clothes, and the camera loves to zoom in on certain… assets of the human body. This is what we call sexualization: “the emphasis of the sexual nature of a behaviour or person.” In today’s article, I’d like to focus on how sexualization manifests in two notable video games: Bayonetta (2009) and Persona 5 (2016). One of these games does sexualization well, becoming infamous and praised for it, and the other fails, receiving criticism for its depiction of girls. If you are familiar with them, you can already tell which is which.

Female Sexuality as Objectification 

Persona 5, developed by Atlus, is a Japanese RPG (role-playing game) in which you play the role of a high school phantom thief attempting to rid Tokyo of injustice alongside your fellow classmates. One such classmate is Ann Takamaki, a foreign girl who’s also a part-time model. Her character arc is at the very beginning of the game.

Spoilers for the beginning of Persona 5 follow. 

In the story, Ann is the victim of sexual harassment at the hands of the volleyball coach, Suguru Kamoshida, at her highschool. She attempts to put up with the predatory behaviour (for example by going out with him) for the sake of her best friend’s position on the team. In the game’s lore, villainous individuals (like Kamoshida) manifest something called a Palace–where their vices take form as a dungeon the player must explore. An alternate version of Ann exists in this palace, called Princess Ann, who wears a skimpy bikini and sucks up to Kamoshida. I’m explaining this to show that the first villain of this game thinks that Ann is nothing more than a sex object, and how Ann herself is uncomfortable and distraught at seeing this “shadow” version of herself.

Ann soon awakens to a Persona–a physical demonic-like manifestation of the resolve in her heart. Very anime. She vows that she is not a “cheap girl that [Kamoshida] can toy with”, and joins the player’s party, and defeats Kamoshida alongside them. This arc of the game, as well her personal growth, are often cited as the best part of Persona 5. Right from the beginning, Atlus attempts to characterise Ann as a strong girl, standing up for what's right.

However, this aspect of her character, as a survivor of sexual harassment is (in my opinion) disrespected after these events. There are many instances where Ann (and other teenage girl characters) are used as sexual objects… even though the entire first part of the game was Ann standing up against being used as a sexual object. Here are some examples. These examples are simplified for clarity’s sake, but if you’d like to view the full context, clips of the scenes are linked. 

In the late-game, there is a minor villain that has a letter that the main party needs. In order to convince him to give it up, Ann and other female teen-aged characters don bikinis to seduce him. Did I mention that he’s an old man, and that Ann is very uncomfortable during the whole ordeal?

There are multiple times where male characters stare and oogle at Ann’s body, such as her chest or thighs. These scenes are contextualised as “funny” or “humorous”, even though it makes Ann angry.

Ann’s Phantom Thief outfit (which she did not choose, for those unfamiliar) is tight, and made from red latex featuring a boob window. Ann does not like this at all. I’ve seen people attempt to argue that this is her reclaiming her sexuality, but there is no in-game evidence to support this.

It is obvious through the general synopsis of Ann’s main arc and examples scattered throughout the game that Persona 5, and by extent Atlus, does not treat Ann with respect. It is as though after escaping the pain that Kamoshida caused her, she falls again as Atlus’s victim. The problem with the examples that I’ve given is that they treat Ann like a joke, as if her entire arc never happened. Even disregarding the politics of it all, it is plainly just poor writing. 

Furthermore, an even worse example of bad writing is the ironic connection between Ann’s treatment in the story and who her Persona is. For those unfamiliar, each playable character fights by summoning their Personas. These Personas are usually based on myth and folklore. Ann’s Persona is the female seductress Carmen, debuting in an eponymous novella in 1845. There have been many adaptations of Carmen, across multiple genres and mediums. The fact that she is a classical femme fatale remains true across all adaptations. In the original novella, she is slain by her short-lived husband over her man-eating nature. Carmen always knew she would die at the hands of her lover, a fate she preferred rather than being bound to a singular man–in her words, “Carmen will always be free”. 

Just like Carmen, Ann also expressed her desire to be free from men’s desire (see: above). Unlike Carmen, we can already see that Ann does not get the opportunity to express sexual empowerment or being free from the sexuality being imposed on her. It isn't very ‘femme fatale’ of  her to be forced against her will to seduce, no? It is in poor practice to associate Ann with a powerful female seductress and not have any of those traits show up alongside Ann herself in the main story. 

Ann is never truly empowered by her sexuality. She is confident and strong, but not because of her sexuality, but because of her personality–that’s her inherent character. When it comes to being sexualized, Ann dislikes it, hates it even. Yet this hate is never seen as something serious, never addressed as a societal issue (in the game about societal issues). It’s simply a joke. Ann’s character and trauma are disrespected in the name of outdated anime tropes that place female characters as objects of lewd fanservice.

To truly have a character that is sexualized in a ‘good’ way, the character must be respected by the creator themselves. What that means is that there must be a purpose to sexuality, executed tastefully and within reason. There is no purpose to Ann having to seduce an old man that the party will fight anyways. There is no taste or class in having this, may I remind you, teenage girl be the “object” that her fellow male classmates stare at. Classmates that are supposed to be her allies and respect her, some of whom were involved in the defeat of Kamoshida. Ann Takamaki is a great character, however, the quality of her writing suffers greatly at the hands of Atlus.

Female Sexuality as Empowerment 

Let’s take a look at an example of sexualization that does have taste and class. Bayonetta is a 2009 action hack-n-slash game developed by Platinum Games. It follows the powerful modern-day witch Bayonetta who wakes up from a slumber riddled with amnesia, and searches for a magical treasure in hopes of remembering who she is. 

As you can see, Bayonetta’s design is quite interesting, and oozes sex appeal. There are times in the game where her clothes will come off (still covering the naughty bits) so that she may use demonic magic to defeat her enemies. What's interesting is that this character was designed by a woman, Mari Shimazaki. Bayonetta’s design was vital in the game’s development, which is why it took almost a year for Platinum Games to finalise her look. 

It may seem as though this character was designed for the purpose of the male gaze and sexual fanservice; just a ploy to drive up sales. However, I don’t believe that to be the case, especially if a woman took a year to design her. Furthermore, the nudity in the game is never the main focus and seems to be a stylistic choice. I can’t deny that of course, some lewd fanservice with no purpose is in the game, but it is quite sparse and faint. There's care and dedication to Bayonetta;s design, and how she’s handled. She isn't just a throwaway ‘hot woman’ to sell their game. Here are some clips of how Bayonetta fights:

Spoilers for Bayonetta follow. 

The first video showcases how Bayonetta poses and holds herself as a person. She’s clearly very confident, and knows that she can win any fight, even against a duplicate of herself. The way she moves is sleek and sexy, without being ‘weird’. When the game shows off how ‘sexy’ Bayonetta is, it’s usually in the context of her being a powerful witch, and not a helpless object. When Persona 5 shows off how ‘sexy’ Ann Takamaki is, it's in the context of her being forced to expose herself to men. See the difference?

The second shows Bayonetta’s ‘Punishment’ and ‘Torture’ attacks, which are special combos in the game that play a unique attack animation when the player executes them. Here, Bayonetta is classy, and in control. She uses her long hair (a feminine trait of human beings might I add) as a conduit to summon demons, their ridiculousness adding a touch of humour. When Persona 5 attempts to use Ann’s sex appeal as humour, it's at the expense of Ann’s autonomy over herself. Again, see the difference?

Bayonetta is powerful, and one of her weapons of choice is sexuality. It is clear that she is not burdened or embarrassed by it. It's her sexuality that makes her such a compelling character story-wise, and a cool character to play as gameplay-wise. Without Bayonetta’s design and personality, the game would lose all its charm. 

The game itself respects Bayonetta, as well. Take a look at this excerpt from her main theme song, Mysterious Destiny:

Bayonetta, this is your time (Hold tight)

You gonna sparkle,

You gonna shine (Moon light)

Girl, when you fight,

it looks like a dance

You are magic, you're magic (You're dancing beautiful, Bayonetta)

These lyrics clearly show how Bayonetta is admired, motivating her to fight with her unique style and beauty. I believe that this shows that there is a certain tastefulness to Bayonetta’s sexuality. It's clear that she is not seen as an object by the developers of the game. They are fully aware of her own agency as a person and flaunt how Bayonetta (who, if you haven’t realised, is an adult) is the dominant presence in the game. They do not flaunt a teenage girl who hates how her body is being accentuated. 

As I mentioned before, Bayonetta is a witch. She uses dark magic against her enemies, and there's even a feature in the game that allows the player to concote potions such as healing items. I’d like to show a comment made on a Reddit post that made a good point about this. For context, the original post is about if Bayonetta is a feminist game or not.

“There was this old discussion about the power of women in stories, and one of the arguments was that, traditionally there was only ONE archetype that a woman could fill in a story that doesn't involve male power in some level: that of being a witch. In traditional literature, this is really the only acceptable role for a woman to have an non-male driven power relationship.

So in a way, Bayonetta ISN'T feminist because she doesn't break that role: She is still playing the only role she could traditionally play, not really breaking any traditional rules or anything. She just plays it really well, and with such passion, that even a traditional archetype becomes something subversive: She is a witch, she SHOULDN'T have so much fun. but there she is, having the time of her life.”

original comment by u/Tony_3rd on reddit

This contrasts quite starkly with Ann’s connection to the femme fatale trope. Ann does not ‘inherit’ any of the traits of a typical femme fatale, making the sexuality imbued into her (or, perhaps forced) awkward. However, Bayonetta instead takes the role of the witch and goes beyond it. This typical character archetype is made unique by Bayonetta’s stylish design and sexual moveset. A far better representation of an ‘empowered’ female character than Persona 5. 

Final Words

As a woman myself, I’d like to mention that I didn’t feel any type of uncomfortableness or offence while playing Bayonetta. I found her cool and striking, and was one of the main reasons I wanted to play the game. While playing Persona 5 and seeing Ann Takamaki… Well, the scenes I mentioned above definitely made me raise an eyebrow.

Female sexuality is not a bad thing. When a woman is sexy, it doesn’t necessarily mean that that woman is getting objectified. But there’s a time and place for it. Depicting female sexuality in a way that does not undermine women is a challenge. In simplified words, Bayonetta succeeded; Persona 5 failed. 

[anjelicawrites]

Aemond would make such a perfect Maleficent, the last one of his people, the dragon warlocks and witches, bitter after seeing his family slaughtered, having his sapphire stolen and his power diminished, after he's trusted the future King of the land.

He's waited so long to have his revenge, until the King has a daughter. On the day of her christening, Aemond shows up and curses the child: she will die at sixteen, after pinching her finger on the spindler of a spinning wheel. You are one of the assembled magic folk from all over the Kingdom, invited to bless the princess. You are much less powerful than Aemond is, you can't revoke the curse, you can modify it, though: the child will not die, but sleep for a thousand year

"Or until true love's kiss wakes her" Aemond says, before disappearing.

You are tasked with raising the child somewhere safe, while the King tries to destroy all the spinning wheels of the Reign. Following your instincts, you hide in an abandoned forest, not knowing that it used to be Aemond's beloved sister Helaena's dwelling. The place had sealed up after her death, but opens to you without you having to use your magic, to Aemond's surprise. The place seems like it's talking to you and you are growing more powerful, while your protégé grows ad well.

Against all he believe could possibly happen, Aemond is becoming fond of the child, many time saving her, with the help of Vhagar, who once was the biggest, most powerful of all the dragons bound to his family, now reduced to a dragon as big as a raven or the human form of an elderly lady.

You are another problem. He's supposed to antagonize you, yet you intrigue him and start plaguing his dreams from the moment he stumbles upon you one night, bathing naked in the lake. He should flee, yet his feet feel like lead, his only eye stubbornly refusing to look somewhere else, until you turn around and laugh, well aware that he's oogling you.

"Are you going to tell me why Aurora calls you her Fairy Godfather, or has your dragon eaten your tongue?".

From that moment he can't help but grow fonder and closer to you, looking out for your safety as well, even though the forest has chosen you as its own and it is doing a great job at that. Until Aurora turns sixteen.

She stumbles upon the prince of a neighbouring Reign, who has gotten lost and promptly falls for him. Unknowingly, he tells her about the curse and Aurora understands that's her story. Angry at you both, she goes back to her father's castle and the curse falls upon her. During all these years Aemond had tried to revoke it, without success, the hatred he has infused in his words is far more powerful than his magic is.

You are both at Aurora's bedside, distraught, your hopes destroyed by Aemond's words

"Why do you think I chosen 'the one true love's kiss?' because it doesn't exist. She'll never wake up".

He says in his grief, breaking your heart. Hurt as you are, you flee the chamber and are captured by the King's guards. Aemond gently kisses Aurora's forehead goodbye, leaving before the teen can open her eyes, awake again.

Aemond as well gets captured by the King, who now wants to execute you both, even though Aurora is awake and well. The King knows that, as long as Aemond is alive, he'll be a potential danger.

Aurora doesn't know how to help you, it's Vhagar that tells her to grab the sapphire from the treasure vault. With her help and the young prince's, Aurora steals the sapphire and Vhagar manages to give it to Aemond, who can now restore himself, and his dragon, to their full power, thus saving you as well. The King, mad with rage, tries to kill him and almost kills Aurora and is eaten by Vhagar.

Despite the shock of the horrors she had to see, Aurora manages to get her happily ever after with her prince, unifying the two Reigns. You and Aemond as well, after you have him work for his forgiveness, have your happiness together and become Aurora's bloodline fairy godparents.

Everything taglist: @ilikeitbetterangsty

Aemond's taglist: @phantoms-main-blog

[wizardyke]

idk how to explain it in really but i feel like after i stopped thinking about "the male gaze" my life improved a significant amount. because i feel like teen girls when they find out about it start overanalysing it and applying it to real life context, when ultimately it was meant for media. women irl under most circumstances have agency in how they dress and present themselves, and honestly fully in their right to dress for male attention. for a long time i hared anything that showed skin and devalued women that liked to show off their ass/tits in a purposely provocative manner (and i hated games like bayonetta) but as im older i realise that hyperanalysing if you or others are for the "male gaze" is only ever destructive bscause like. so what??? predators do not exclusively go for people who are scantily clad or overtly sexual in their demeanor at ALL so like.. who cares?? and also people have started rebelling against this male gaze by saying "dressing for the female gaze" which i understand a tiny bit but also its like.... you ever thought that a woman would like to oogle at your boobs too??? its obviously a dichotomy of "what is most appealing to others vs whats most comfortable for me" but slapping male vs female on it. i think its because "patriarchy" as a teem really fell out of fashion when it became associated with 2010s pop feminism, thus the new gen z wave of feminism has wrapped back around to bioessential ideas of men bad women good. dont even get me started on men saying they dress for the female gaze they are 100% going to kill you 😭

[justice4billiam]

I'm gonna title this :

Nose Ring

Y'all wanna hear an embarrassing thing that happened to me today? 🤭😂😭

So. I have a nose ring. I've had a nose ring for YEARS. I had just recently changed the stud to a hoop again. Not that big of a deal, right?

UNTIL IT SNAGS ON YOUR HOODIE AS YOUR TAKING IT OFF AND YOU GET STUCK WITH THE HOODIE OVER YOUR HEAD.

Naturally, I panicked 🙂

Cuz that bish HURT. It was stuck good and proper.

I panicked and started reeling backwards. REALLY FAST.

Oops forgot to mention, I WAS AT THE CINEMA.

There were people everywhere outside the movie rooms because it was right before the movie I was seeing started(Lisa Frankenstein in case anyone was wondering)

So there I was, my hoodie snagged over my head and like I said practically panic-walking backwards like a freaking cat who got a plastic bag stuck around its neck.

I walked so fast and suddenly that I might of accidently took out a pack of adolescent preteens.

Okay no, “might” I DID TAKE OUT A PACK OF ADOLESCENT PRE-TEENS.

They fell like a bunch a bowling pins 😭

STRIKE.

It would of been funnier to me in the moment too….

Except you see, now I'm on the ground…and still have the goddamn hoodie stuck over my head.

A voice above me interrupted the pity party I was having on the floor.

“Do you need help, miss?”

Yes. Yes I did.

This angel of a human that I DID NOT know, crouched down to me and stuck his hand into my hoodie hole, ROTATED the hoop in my nose until he could unhook the 2 asshole objects apart.

There is was FREEDOM.

I pulled that hoodie so quickly off my head, smiling like a dumb idiot until I made eye contact with the guy that saved me.

HELLO, A STRAIGHT TEN. Bro was rocking a short little mullet and wearing a Megadeth t-shirt, had the face of a fucking angel.

So naturally, I gawked a little bit. (leave me alone. I'm disoriented😭)

This man IS SMIRKING at me, asking if I'm alright.

NO SIR, IM NOT ALRIGHT. A HOT PERSON JUST WATCHED ME BOWL A STRIKE WITH A HOODIE OVER MY HEAD.

The whole time I'm still on the floor and he's casually crouched over me. He's talking to me, saying actual words but all I could think about is how this dude just had his finger up my nose.

Hot guy helped me up.

And I got a good look at my surroundings to notice…those preteens were not happy 🤭.

Now, you'd think I ran away out of embarrassment and vowed to never come back to the cinema….

I DID NOT. I said my sorrys and oogled the metal angel a little more before marching my ass into that theater and watching the dang movie I came to see.

Yes I liked the movie.

And yes I changed that hoop back into a stud immediately 🥲

Do y'all have any embarrassing stories?

[imthefailedartist]

Collecting Fat Taxes

The entertainment industry owes me a Fat Tax. And the overdue balance is astronomical.

The following is what I'm owed per every offense. This is for main, side, and background characters, etc.

Every time a fat character is slovenly and food obsessed: 3 movies

The fat person is the bully, not because they're fat, but it's definitely because they're fat: 14 per

A fat character appears only to be compared to our assumed to be skinny character now fat: 30 per

Fat character used to be skinny, old love interests no longer interested: 12 per

Any fucking movie like The Whale (2022): 16 per

A fat person is minding their business and is brought into the story because a character is making fun of them: 6 per

Fat person has self love but has to prove it to others. 2 per (ex. Willowdean in Dumplin)

Movie could be cute romance/romcom but instead focuses on self-love: 7 per

Zuckerbaby (1985, German) & Baby Cakes (1989) or any other movie like them: 9 per

Fat person is married and miserable or being cheated on (with skinny person) with because fat: 50 per

Skinny actress has round face, so they are constantly cast to play fat (ex. Amy Schumer, Mae Whitman, Rene Zellwegger, teen Ani Luckiest Girl Alive (2023): 165 per

Bachelorette (2012): 10K per

Anything from the early aughts in which a skinny round faced and size 8 woman is lamenting about being fat and is treated like she is 900 pounds (Bridget Jones, Tyra Banks in hee bating suit, Ugly Betty): 90 per, in addition to all the profits Slim Fast made during that period

The Fat people episodes of procedurals (Bones and CSI): 28 per

Fat character is stalker because no one could possibly love them normally: 45 per

Fat character fucks, but is relationship averse (see any show 2019 onward): 1 per

This is the industries new way of saying sorry for the fat jokes that we're still going to continue doing.

Fat Amy getting Bumper only for his spin-off show love interest to be different and skinny: 39 per

News reports B-roll, for an obesity segment, of fat people walking down the street: 52 per

True story, real person fat, adaptation, actor skinny: 8 per

"Her over me?": 72 per

Fat persons weight being mentioned even though it has no effect on the story: 600 per

A fat body used for shock value: 49 per

Movie stars a fat person, and the plot is about them being outcasts because they're fat: 5 per

Fat character learns to love themself: 10 per

Show is about bullying= bad, unless person is fat (All of Us are Dead 2022); 20 per

Character likes Fat women but never dates/fucks/oogles/looks at one outside of the episode where they are outed as being a chubby chaser (ex. Malik Wright, The Game (2006-2015 + Spin-off) Danny Wheeler, Baby Daddy (2012-2017): 22 per

A fat person makes fun of another fat person for being fat because they aren't fat like them: 20 per

Skinny person Friendzones fat person, not because they're fat, [sotto voce] it's because they're fat: 11 per

Fat actress' career dies because they are fat and therefore are not for any sorry that does not involve their weight: 82 per

A skinny person in a fat suit: 8 per

A character finds love with another fat person because they, too, are fat: 2 per (looking at you, The Sleepover (2004)

A skinny person learns a lesson through a fat person: 6 per

Character was fat in the book, skinny in the movie: 3 per

Super hot or ugly snake dates fat person to get closer to someone else or to steal or to something: 6 per

Super traditionally hot person likes fat person, everyone, including fat person, skeptical and/or suprised: 13 per

Fat character is an idiot, not because they're fat, but it's definitely because they're fat: 15 per

Fat character finds self-love through bump on the head: 2 per

Fat person loses weight, makes them hot, and an asshole: 6 per

Whatever the hell Sam Levinson thought he was doing with Kat on Euphoria: 550 per

I want 1,000 movies and shows for every article ever written about a fat person's body and how they had the audacity to be nude, even you fuck-ass feminist publications who write condescending articles about how brave it is. (Ex. Any article written about Hannah on GIRLS)

Feel free to comment with your Fat Tax and how much is owed per offense. I'm sure I've missed some

[panelshowsource]

it's actually been leaked for some time, although — and not to sound whiny — any time i've posted it or just talked about it i've gotten 10+ anonymous messages telling me i'm the devil and ruining the establishment of taskmaster with my irresponsible gossiping. so i didn't post about it and deleted any of the asks/convo about the new cast, even though ofc everyone has had tonsss of thoughts about it 😅

anyways would have laid down my whole life betting john robins (one of THE most obvious future tm contestants, being such a good friend of alex's!) and joanne mcnally would be on so i feel very vindicated — and excited! — in that regard! we're gonna have a great time :)

someone sent an anon asking about people i'd bet — not who i want, but who i'd bet — would be on the show so i'll think more about that and post later this week! the series will def have more seasons so i'll try and get some guesses in heh

OMG ME TOO her name is mabel! she's sooooooo cute ≧◡≦

hello anon!! actually you don't need me for this, it was recently posted on tv_bunny :)

enjoy!

she's great! she reminds me a lot of roisin, in that when she's not doing her semi-pre-written joke material, she's supremely good at hanging, bantering, fitting in with the vibe. i really appreciate that when it comes to panel shows particularly! but i can't say i've seen much of her standup

(wait — can i digress for a second — roisin is one of the ONLY recurring catsdown contestants who actually brings in sensible mascots that have the purpose of helping her/bringing her luck, and her presentations of them are always so hilarious and she deserves more credit for that)

+ not important but i really like her voice

thank you for sending her well wishes <3

i appreciate the message and you weren't the only person to say this, but i think some people are only part-way informed as to her journey reclaiming her name. her intention was never to scrap the nickname shappi or stop people from calling her that; it was 1) to reconcile her experience growing up in the uk with her name and how that led to her committing to shappi as a teen, and 2) to be published, credited, and billed as shaparak in professional capacities. she has clarified many times, including here and here, that it is totally acceptable to call her shappi; people on tv & radio still call her shappi after formal introductions, like in the new wilty when everyone calls her shappi throughout the entire episode; her social media handles are still shappi; and so on. she's shaparak, but that doesn't mean she "no longer goes by shappi". there is some confusion here i think some people are taking her journey, which was lovely to follow, as rejecting shappi — but that isn't the case.

i already updated her tag to 'shaparak khorsandi' a while ago and would definitely credit her full name where necessary, but socially, colloquially, like in the quick text post i made asking people to give shappi some love, there is no disrespect in calling her that! of course, plenty of people are credited by one name and are regularly called another/a nickname, like olivia colman who is actually called sarah by her family and colly by most everyone else. she seems really happy with having done her book and her recent show under her full name, and it's been beautiful to see her come around to love shaparak as much as she has loved shappi :')

btw for anyone who doesn't know, shaparak means butterfly in farsi!

hahahahaha that is hilarious

long story short is just that keith lemon is a disreputable character (and i mean character literally, he's not real, he's played by leigh francis!) who spends a lot of his energy shouting and oogling over boobies etc

i think it's fair to say hating on white supremacists does bring us all together 😅

i'm sorry i haven't seen it! but ugh tamsin greig is one of my longest-time crushes fr i actually think the friendship between her and stephen mangan is one of my roman empires. i have a list of scripted tv rewatches i plan to do this year �� the thick of it, peep show, and so on, some of my faves ever — and green wing is def on the list so maybe i'll add friday night dinner!

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[polymathemawrites]

Fire Elementals and Winter's Bite

Small Drabble Inspired by Endlessly Running Island Expeditions to get Mounts that Refuse to Drop Ever

Flynn/Mathias Teen rated, no triggers

The Wind's Redemption is awash with champions and 7th Legion when Mathias Shaw returns from the Tradewind's Market with a sizeable box of takeout from the Copious Cuddlefish in one hand and a stack of reports from his agents imbedded around Boralus in the other. Notably absent from the nightly assortment is someone who should be there waiting for him seeing as the Middenwake is back at it's berth beside the 'Redemption already.

He has begun to look forward to the twice weekly reports from the Captain of the Middenwake after the duty was transfered to him when it became noted by the combined leadership of the Alliance presence in Kul Tiras that Mathias had a cordial relationship with the Captain after their team effort in the Zandalari Vault. This had not been worded as diplomatically when the duty was handed over, in fact Wyrmbane had broken professionalism to say that he was glad to hand Fairwind off to him since the man had never once shown up to a meeting on time or given a succint report when he did and he hoped he never had to deal with him again for the entire rest of his life. Jes-tereth had actually laughed hysterically when Mathias questioned why Fairwind's reports were not being handed to her.

While it was true the Captain's style of reporting was layered with flourishes and that the man preferred to give said reports in person, Mathias had found them very satisfactory. Or, if he was being entirely honest with himself, it was the company he found satisfactory, or more than satisfactory, perhaps to an embarrassing amount. Enough so that not seeing the Captain waiting for him on the deck of the 'Redemption had him feeling disappointed. Captain Fairwind never missed their dates, their very important work dates, where they share dinner while the Captain enthusiastically regals him with the last few days of Island Expeditions. Completely legitimate workplace professional dates. Where Mathias stares at his lips, the way his throat bobs when he swallows, the glint in sea-blue-sky eyes when he's telling a particularly good story, and the sunkissed tan of his skin, staring of course in a professional manner, entirely above board oogling.

"Champion!" He calls out to the tall night elf with the braid down his back. Seven heads turn his way, "The night elf mage." He clarifies, striding across the deck toward the tall figure. Beside the mage is a Pandaren monk and they both smile at him in greeting. "Weren't you two on the last Island Expedition?"

"We were indeed Master Shaw," The mage states with a laugh, "Freshly back from an elemental invasion, Tzuyang here had her work cut out healing us through all those fire elementals."

He glances at the Middenwake with a more critical eye now, seeing remnants of fire dammage now that he was up close, "Was the Captain injured?"

The night elf laughs softly, "He never gets off the ship so I doubt it." But his companion the monk now shifts nervously from foot to foot.

"We had not checked, I am sorry Master Shaw." The monk speaks softly, looking toward the empty deck of the Middenwake with worry, "Should I go check with Captain Fairwind?"

"No, I'll do it." He pushes his stack of reports onto one of his agents before turning on his heel and slipping back down the gangplank, ignoring the three champions who'd been trying to get his attention beside the war table, their assigned agents were not even due back till tomorrow anyway, they all just liked to obsessively check in on them.

The door to the Captain's Quarters on the Middenwake is left cracked, an improvement from when the Middenwake was first berthed in Boralus and did not have a door on the cabin at all. Mathias has watched the state of the Middenwake slowly improve along with her crew as Fairwind's pay trickles in, a clear symbol of the dedication the Captain has to his craft, even if the man is sloshed more often than not.

Even sloshed though, the Captain had never before missed one of their appointments. "Captain?" Mathias questions while simultaneously pushing the door of the cabin open.

Fairwind has his back to the door, stripped to his breeches and boots, the man's tattooed skin is an inflamed red across his back and arms, a low grade burn or heat rash raised to a painful state. The man's normal boar's tail has been pulled into a high bun, probably to keep stray strands off the painful looking skin. If the whole picture did not look so very excruciating and remind Mathias of torture tecniques he might have gotten lost at the play of muscles and sailor's tattoos in the flickering candlelight.

"Light, why aren't you at a healer?"

When Fairwind turns around, his front half is it's usual tan, albeit his face is twisted in a grimace. "Is that fish and chips?" Despite it all the man seems to perk up at the promise of food. "Almost smells like my skin, is it sick I'm even hungrier now?"

"Fairwind, you need to see a healer."

"I did, I went 'round to the market and asked for something to help with burning and the lass ran me off saying she was too busy with soldiers and people who weren't criminals to help with a case of crabs, and I told her, 'look lass I'm an important Captain' and she laughed right in my face."

Mathias stands still with the takeout in one hand, mouth slightly agape, "Excuse me?"

"And then so I went to one of the 7th Legion healers and asked very nicely, 'look bloke could you give me a little pick me up', and he called me a drunk, which fair that and all, not wrong, but heartless all the same."

"Fairwind."

"So I asked one of the Thornspeakers who go on the Expeditions sometimes, 'hey mate, could you perhaps please hit me with something to help with this'- and she hit me alright, with some kind of spell and took off, which, suddenly I'm rolling tops in dice all the time but not helping much with this burn, so I thought maybe I would just get naked and drink till I pass out."

"Wait, wait," Fairwind finally stops, "Oh tides, it's friday, it's our date, I was late for our date!"

"Lay down on the bed, face first please." Mathias drops the food on the Captain's desk.

"I- oh, tides, I-" Fairwind looks desperately around the cabin, and then to Mathias, "I would have picked up if I'd known this was the night."

Mathias is too distracted gathering a variety of herbs and ephemera from around the cabin to notice till Fairwind is down to his small clothes, "Your legs don't seem to be burned?"

"What?" Fairwind stills, hands on his hips, or Mathias thinks they're on his hips, he's trying very hard not to look that far down, professional, professional thoughts.

"Your legs? Are they burned too? You could have kept your breeches on otherwise."

"How would we-" Fairwind draws off, his gaze going down to the small mortar and pestle Mathias is now using to grind winter's bite, aloe, and carrying oil in, "That's going to be freezing cold."

"That's the point of burn salve?" Mathias tilts his head.

Fairwind falls face first onto his bed and begans to laugh hysterically into his pillows.

A half hour later and Fairwind is asleep, head turned to the side, smelling of sharp winter's bite and soothing aloe. Mathias divides the fish and chips in half, carefully covering the Captain's portion on his desk. He pulls the bedcovers up to Fairwind's hips before pressing the barest whisper of a kiss against the man's brow, slipping into stealth and leaving the Captain slumbering.

[mynewchapter]

It’s true. If it was a research team studying, that’s one thing, I would be sad for them. But no, it was a bunch of rich people who signed a freaking wavier that said they could die...THREE TIMES, and the craft lacking actual safety. The stupid thing was controlled with a Logitech gaming controller. Each spending what I made in 8 years of full time work. The only one I feel bad for it the teen that really didn’t want to go, but went for his father. They knew the risk and did it anyways. Also, as someone mentioned, rich people spending a shit ton of money to oogle and awe at a tragic wreck that killed hundreds of poor people. So play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

this is probably the best take I’ve heard so far on the debate of people being told that they aren’t having enough ‘compassion’ for billionaires making bad decisions and paying the obvious consequences for it

[arttrampbelle]

Unpopular opinion

Kenshi is cool but he's not THAT cool.

He's just a rip off of daredevil with more ninja aesthetics,and none of you fuckers would like him if he wasn't conveniently attractive. Srsly tho,he's cute but more so that airbrushed Hollywood cute. Maybe its just me. But he's not really all that great. He's average. Mid. Not bad. But not really THAT cute. Like maybe a beard would do him justice more?

But yeah.

Also he has just the "right amount" of "nice" personality traits. (That can be said about many characters but ya know). But if he didn't and was a villain you wouldn't have the same attitude. Nor would nrs do him good. As it seems they now have a huuuuuuuge bias. And it reeks.

But yeah kenshi isn't really THAT cool.

He's mid to me. He's just ok. He's like a decent sandwich. Not good,not bad,filling enough. But nothing spectacular to be acting like some of y'all be acting.

He's like johnny cage. Average handsome,young brad pitt type handsome. Not horrible,definitely not ugly. But nothing to oogle at. And seems more like something out of a teen crush movie type of thing. Like it's not really anything i think of as....attractive.

Plus.....kenshi while a BOSS af character gameplay wise over the many years. He has yet to make an impact worth a lick overall.

I could get more enjoyment from other ninja characters in mk than him. So he's not really worth it.

Yeah. Sorry. Kenshi....you're mid to me. You have potential tho.

Just saying.

[frevandrest]

I'm curious. How did you get interested in Saint-Just specifically?

Asdfdsfdsg It was a long time ago, and tbh I don't really remember exactly, but I believe it was - don't laugh - because it looked like there is not much known about him. This stuff still appeals to me (see my interest in some people that only have limited info/sources that mention them). Saint-Just was like a ~mysterious and fascinating figure of the revolution that we don't know much about. Keep in mind that I got interested in frev before the Internet (yes, I am old) and information was limited to what I could realistically find. Most info was about Robespierre, Danton and Marat, with only some side mentions of SJ. So, it seemed that you could read and research what's there quickly? Hahaha the joke's on me.

But yeah. By the time I realized there was a LOT, I was hooked already. Finding a random mention of Saint-Just's name would make me go "yay!!!!11" (and that didn't seem to change sdfsadf).

Also, the fact that he was labelled The Youngest appealed to my pre-teen/teen mind, although at first I didn't get that it meant "the youngest member of the National Convention", and not, like, "the youngest revolutionary in existence" safasdfds.

The weirdest (?) thing was that I was originally limited to Eastern European sources, which were generally more sympathetic toward the revolution and Robespierrists. They also took SJ seriously as a politician and a theorist. So I was very late to the whole "bratty pretty demonic boy" narrative and, in a way, I am still learning how he is viewed in the Anglo sphere (and France, I suppose).

[pozalita66]

I never bathed with my brothers because they're 8 and 11 years older than me and by that age they would've wanted the privacy. However, they did bathe together as children. When they were much younger they bathed with their preschool friends sometimes. I did also kiss them, my parents, and my grandmother on the lips and continued to do so in my teens (I don't anymore because tbh it's not the most comfy for me, but I do still hug them all the time, whenever they want me to)

I also went around our home naked up to my tween years. This is something really fucking weird apparently. My brothers were a little uncomfy apparently but my mother told them to suck the fuck up and they got over it. I wasn't oogled or touched or anything, I was a preteen and my family aren't incestuous or paedophiles. Myself and my mother especially just don't really care about being seen naked, my brothers and dad tend to be more clothed but they're long past caring about us. Nudity is seen as so inherently sexual these days that bringing it up you'd think I'd talked about being molested. I loved my body (I still do, I just prefer to keep it to myself more). If it was legal I would go shirtless all summer and not even think about it (unfortunately I have boobs). Nudity to me isn't sexual at all, especially with the upper half. The lower half I think is more intimate but I wouldn't say that's sexual either

I am white + English, as is my entire family (well, aside from my future sil, but ofc I didn't grow up with her)

I have a much healthier relationship with my body than most of my peers, even with gender dysphoria, and I wouldn't be surprised if it was in part a product of this upbringing

In some cultures, it's perfectly normal for siblings to kiss each other and to shower together <- (of the same gender but it's not unheard of for siblings of different genders showering together also)

In asian culture, for example, a culture that I grew up under, it was normal to bathe together!!! But if you mention it to someone who is white. It's a shock, pure culture shock to the point they are HORRIFIED. They start running their mouth,

"omg! You were groomed!" , "That's so gross!" , "How could your parents allow that!?"

They start acting like you said you and your sibling were getting intimate when all you said was that you grew up showering together sometimes. Their brains are rotted with the incest porn genre, a genre they are so obsessed with that it always seems to be in the back of their minds. It annoys me.

I think about the time where someone talked about how in their culture they grew up kissing their siblings on the cheek, lips <- (little pecks), and their nose. And white people immediately flooded in and said it was incest. WHY?

Why does the idea of other cultures existing seem like such a foreign concept to you? Why do you need to label it as something it's not? It's exhausting, it's annoying trying to defend the way we grew up all because white people cannot handle it.

[bibbykins]

Double Date

A/N: Hello my dears! I'm not done with the Jin and/or Hobi confession yet but I did write this little flashback last week and think I'm finally ready to post it! This is the situation in which Jimin discovered MC's reaction to yelling, just to clarify. As always, please hop into my ask box and give me some of that lovely feedback!

Note: This is a flashback as part of the drabble series The Household's Bunny, which I recommend reading the installments of prior to this one

Word Count: 4.2k

Pairing: Soft Yandere! Jimin x Chubby! Reader

Warnings: Lying, fatphobia, usage of the word "fat" as an insult, talks of sex, yelling, vomiting, implied previous trauma, bad friend, loser date, verbal argument, implied stalking, yandereish behavior

Summary: On a double date was not how Jimin imagined your first date with him going. Let alone, a double date in which you both are with someone else. The torture of sitting next to his ex and watching you with another man was well worth it to see you up close. He could only hope you and his "date" don't mind his blatant staring at you.

Jimin often wondered how he ended up so stupid sometimes. From prodigy orphan to absolute idiot. It was a little tragic. Here you were, back from the hospital, a smile on your face, sitting across the table from him… and he was on a date with your friend Yoora.

Sure, Yoora was fine, but she wasn’t you. That’s why they had broken up in the first place. He just… didn’t like her. Of course, he omitted the fact was that he liked someone else.

You, on the other hand, were on a date with some lowlife he hadn’t even bothered to remember the name of. Yoora had begged Jimin to go on a date, to which he vehemently denied. He had dated Yoora and things fizzled out quickly, so he saw no value in going on a date again. He only budged with her begging when she said it was for you, who was apparently too nervous to be on a date alone with this other guy. He sprung at the chance to see you outside of class, something he could only hope Yoora didn’t notice. Although, Jimin couldn’t help but wonder why you would go on a date with someone you weren’t comfortable being alone with, but maybe he was just bitter you were going on a date with someone that wasn’t him.

You flashed Jimin a brief smile in between your chat with Yoora, making his mind go blank. Fuck, you were so pretty. You wore a simple white turtleneck with a brown plaid skirt and brown loafers with white socks to match. You looked unbelievably cute, even against the aged neon fabric of the chairs at the bowling alley. Not that your date appreciated just how divine you looked, hardly paying you any mind, instead looking around constantly and only really responding to Yoora.

Not that Jimin was being much better to Yoora. His eyes were constantly fixated on you, but both you and Jimin unaware of this blatant fact. He hadn’t been this close to you outside of the classroom in… well, basically ever. He watched with hearts in his eyes as you bowled your second gutter ball. He laughed as you bowed cheekily before returning to the table right as your date went to bowl.

“I’m so full!” Yoora exclaimed as you sat back down, the pizza you both agreed to share only having two slices out of it as you reached to make it a third, “I don’t know how you can eat more than one slice, y/n! Good for you.” She giggled obnoxiously as your moves faltered in setting the pizza on your plate.

Jimin’s eyes landed on Yoora’s form for the first time in the whole night with a displeased look. Her form shrunk under his sharp glare and any future taunts she had planned died on her tongue as you searched for the words to say, “She’s just keeping herself nourished for me, aren’t you babe?” Your date spoke with a slimy voice as he slid in the booth next to you and Jimin watched confusion fill your face. Jimin’s smile noticeably dropped.

"It's a little silly to imagine everything she does is for you, no?" Jimin gave your date a pointed look, all with a smile on his face, as your date also shrunk, nodding awkwardly.

The most input your date ever gave to you directly was about how hot you were or to chide at your poor bowling skills. It was a little painful watching your smile fade throughout the date, and Yoora joining in to try and make you feel even worse wasn’t helping. Jimin couldn't imagine a scenario in which any of this would make you happy, and he just couldn't hold his tongue the entire time.

“I’m just hungry.” You shrugged, figuring Jimin was just being a gentleman in lightly scolding Jihoon, “I eat when I’m hungry, hence the pizza.” You spoke simply as you took another bite. You knew what Yoora was doing. Passive-aggressive slights to your weight in front of romantic partners were not shocking to you in the slightest.

This was why you didn’t want to go on a double date with Yoora. Sometimes she was nice and funny, but other times she was like a mean girl straight out of a teen movie. This was why you considered Yoora more acquaintance than a friend since she only talked to you when she had no other friends around. This dynamic was fine enough since you hadn’t made any friends in college, so having someone to interact with was nice enough, but you drew the line at her getting this intimately involved. However, she insisted she should bring herself and Jimin along for your safety. You had joked you’d like to see Jihoon try to carry you away to kidnap you, but she didn’t laugh.

It was ironic that your weight was only funny when she was making the joke.

Yoora shrunk a bit as she watched a smile grace Jimin’s features again while you ate, “I’m gonna use the bathroom.” She spoke hurriedly out of nowhere and you gave her a small wave.

Your date resumed his survey of the building before his eyes caught sight of something and went wide, “Shit, a friend from my bio lab is here.” He murmured quite loudly before turning to you, “I’ll be right back.” He spoke in a similarly rushed tone as he made a bee-line to the restroom.

You gave Jihoon a weak smile, waving him away when you realized he didn’t even look at you for a response before getting up. Well, there goes another liar. Last night it was, “Baby, you’re so beautiful. I could see myself marrying you. Let me take you on a date and then we can come back to my place and seal the deal.” You were no longer so naive as to think a simple handjob would make Jihoon a romantic, but you did hope it would be enough motivation for him to reciprocate with skill. You hated liars, especially liars who do it to get into your bed. On top of that a horny liar with no skill.

Jimin noticed your date dodge the line of vision of his friend and sneak to the bathrooms and frowned, “Why is he going to the bathroom if his friend is right there?” He mused to himself.

“To hide.” You sighed, making Jimin jump, shocked you heard him. You looked up and saw his confusion before sighing, “He doesn’t want to be seen with me, so he’s going to the bathroom.”

Still short-circuiting from the direct eye contact he was making with you, he sputtered, “Wha- Why would-”

“Look at me.” You poked the sliver stomach between the hem of your top and the top of your skirt. Jimin admired the plush skin before snapping himself from the trance.

He shrugged, “I am, and it makes even less sense.” He finally had the determination to hold eye contact with you without his mind going into overdrive and right as you opened your mouth to respond, your phone vibrated.

You looked down at it with a frown, “Yoora wants me to meet her outside.” You mumbled, before looking up at Jimin, “I don’t think I was supposed to say that to you.” You looked at him with a sorry look, “I’ll be back.”

You pushed the front doors open to see Yoora standing with her arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently as she looked around, as if she didn’t send you the text message a mere minute ago. She caught sight of you and her eyes went wide before settling into a smug gaze, “Ah, there you are!” She smiled and it was sickly sweet, “I wanted to tell you Jihoon and I are leaving.”

Ah, she must have been looking around for his car to come around. Well, that’s saving you the awkward conversation of rejecting him, so you shrugged, “Okay.”

Evidently not wanting the nonchalant reaction you gave her she scoffed, “Seriously? You have nothing to say?” For some reason, Yoora would sometimes make it her mission to push your buttons, usually, this was by making you flustered, so you’re not sure what happened to spur on such unadulterated malice.

However, you didn’t really have the energy to dissect it so you shrugged a little more incredulously, “What is there to say? No?” You scoffed, “You guys are consenting adults, you both made a choice-”

“God, you’re so annoying!” Her increase in volume made you jump and also caught the eyes of fellow students and unaffiliated customers just trying to have a night out.

Nevertheless, you blinked wildly, “Me?!” You guffawed, “You’re the one that brought me out here to tell me you’re ditching me and your date?” The whole thing felt so ridiculous.

“Yes, you!” Her hands gestured to you wildly, “My date is oogling you and so I decide to seduce yours and you just say ‘okay’?!” Her volume was increasing and you could feel a familiar nausea pooling in your stomach, “Let me be pissed at you for stealing my date!”

“It’s not my fault I’m hot, nor does that make you less hot.” You countered, not really believing it was you Jimin was interested in, but more so Yoora he wasn’t interested in, “He just doesn’t like you. You said you knew that.” You pointed out, making her falter because you were right. Yoora told you Jimin wasn’t interested in her but she was trying to change that despite your words of caution.

“You? Hot? You’re fat!” Ah, there it was. She was evidently running out of sound reasons to be mad at you but was still not ready to just face the fact that she felt shitty her date looked at the fat girl more than he looked at her.

You couldn’t contain your laugh, “Oh, no shit? I am?” You mockingly looked down at your form, which only seemed to fan the flames.

“Just get fucking mad at me!” She shouted, wiping the smile off of your face

You sucked your teeth, “Stop yelling. You know that yelling makes me-”

She rolled her eyes before losing her mind, “What do I know about you?! You won’t even tell me why you were in the hospital-”

Now you were getting really queasy and annoyed, wanting this to end because at this point she was just yelling at you to feel like less of an asshole, “Because you’ll just tell everyone, and it’s not their business- or yours for that matter!” You felt a little bad criticizing her gossipy nature, but you knew you were going to puke any minute now.

“I’m your friend!” She spat, ironically, in a rather unfriendly manner

You scoffed, “You’re going home with my date!”

This seemed to catch her off guard, almost, almost, making her realize she was simply being an asshole, but she stuck to her guns, “He-He doesn’t even like you!”

“And yet, if we’re such good friends, you’re still going home with him to what? Prove a point to me?!” You were exasperated as you heard his obnoxious car pull up behind you, “I know now he doesn’t like me, that’s what the date was for!” You were beyond tired as you watched her eyes dart between you and the red Mustang, “But now I know that you don’t really like me either.” You sighed and this made her sight settle on your form, her gaze significantly softer.

“Y/n…” Her voice was lower, surrendering.

“It’s fine. You’re not required to like me.” You insisted, “I just wish you wouldn’t lie about it.” This time, you felt a little hurt at your own words, but the bile in your throat wouldn’t give you much time to reflect on it, especially as Jihoon honked his horn, like the gentleman he was, “Well? Go on.” You gestured to the obnoxious car as Yoora got in with her head down.

Not even bothering to wait for them to drive away, you ran to the alley on the side of the building with a hand clasped over your mouth. The moment you made it to the dim-lit hallway of brick, you puked your guts out. The bile burned your throat, but you could still feel a careful hand pulling your hair back ever so gently as another hesitantly rubbed your back. The touch was calming and void of judgment. You figured someone assumed you were drunk and was used to being a hero. However, when you were finally done and stood up, you were faced with the most sought-after man of the Arts department.

“Are you… okay?” Was the first thing that came out of his mouth and you had no real energy to be all that embarrassed. Vomiting took all the life out of you almost every time.

You simply turned back to look at the mess you made and cringed, “Oh shit.” You spoke slowly, “I should clean that up.” You sputtered.

Jimin merely smiled and shook his head as you turned back to him, “It’s an alleyway, come on, someone will just make a worse mess in an hour.” He handed you a water bottle, “Go ahead and rinse.” You looked at him with pleading eyes, his looks were more than enough to make you feel flustered. He seemed to read your eyes as he turned around.

“Thanks.” You spoke up after you rinsed, “But-”

“Let me drive you home.” He waited to hear your footsteps behind him before pressing onward.

He ignored your protests the whole way to his car, brushing them off with a wave of his hands. You had figured it was just him being cool, but the reality was that he was mentally hyping himself up. Now with his anger at Yoora and your date dissipated, he was back to a bumbling mess when it came to you, even if the nagging worry of what could have happened to you to make you throw up at yelling was an ever-present weight he took on his shoulders. The girl of his dream would be in his car, sitting right next to him, and that was enough to make him short-circuit. His face was getting redder and redder just thinking about it. Not that your polite and melodic voice insisting you can just take the bus helped any. Surely you had to know how beautiful you were? He never doubted you knew until today, and the notion made him frown but also, thankfully, calm down.

By the time he opened the door for you, any hints of redness on his face were obscured by the cloak of night over the sky and the dim street lamps. You gave him a short smile and he had to fight a squeal in his throat. Instead, you were met with a strained look, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he even liked you or if he was just being kind. You entered your address on his phone and he feigned looking at the route as if he wasn't familiar with the area. He then texted one of his housemates a name and a license plate number for information and wordlessly began driving.

You simply looked out the window as he seemingly studied his phone, not wanting to make his possible dislike of you worse. Although, you would prefer him not to like you at this point. You were kind of over people “liking” you by now. Jihoon had done no less than confess his undying love for you mid-orgasm and you were ashamed to admit how excited that had made you feel despite the emptiness that could be felt in the air. You had convinced yourself that could just be how love felt. How would you know any otherwise? Part of you knew you were deluding yourself, even if you would never know what love felt like, you knew it wouldn’t feel like that. It wouldn’t feel like the bittersweet taste of settling for less than you deserve in exchange for an escape from the all-consuming loneliness that surrounded you no matter who you hooked up with.

“I’m, uh, sorry Yoora did that to you. Jimin blurted out, making you look to him and making him clench the wheel.

“It’s not your fault.” You reassured him, “The whole point of the date was to see if this guy actually ‘loved’ me, or even liked me for that matter.” You couldn’t stop yourself from talking, “That post nut clarity must have made him realize he’s a huge liar.” You couldn’t hide the bitterness in your words before you took a breath, “So, how much did you hear?”

“I walked out when I heard her calling you fat.” He stumbled against the words, clearly uncomfortable even repeating Yoora.

You hummed, “Yeah, well, I guess you’re all caught up.” You looked back out the window and Jimin could relax ever so slightly, “I don’t know how I can make her feel threatened. She’s so… loveable.” He frowned at this, “I know I’m pretty, but that doesn’t make me loveable.” He wanted so desperately to say you are loveable. If you weren’t, what had he spent the last year doing? He wanted to slam on the breaks and finally tell you how captivating you are in more ways than one, but the fear of misstepping caged him into his spot as you continued on, “If there’s one thing I know, it’s that no one is obligated to love me.” You seemed to be letting all the exhaustion hit you, not even bothering to stop yourself, “It’s okay. I have the next best thing, sex.” Even you seemed to be unconvinced, “Maybe if I ask everyone for sex I’ll feel as content as Jihoon.” You seemed to be getting more and more upset as you dwelled on the topic.

“Why haven’t you asked me for sex then?” Jimin wanted to slam his head on the wheel and call it a night when he heard his voice speak what should have been an offhand thought.

You giggled a bit at this, relieving Jimin a bit, before shrugging, “I don’t want to use you like I let people use me.” You blew a breath, "You called my bluff. I don't wanna use anyone."

“Why do you let-”

“I, too, get horny and lonely.” You laughed bitterly, “People just lie to me that it’s something more when it’s not. Thank goodness I’m a psych major, or else I might believe them each time.” Judging by the melancholy in your words, Jimin doubted you didn’t not believe some of them, and the notion tore his heart in half. However, he was so pinned down by his fear, he couldn’t conjure the words needed.

“I mean, there are people out there who would like you and not just your body.” He spoke and he swore he was breaking a sweat by now.

You shrugged again, unconvinced again, “I’m glad you never asked me for sex.” You murmured and he glanced at you.

“Why?” Was he not your type?

“Because I think you’re a good person,” You gave him one more smile as he pulled up to your apartment complex, “and I’d like to keep thinking that.” You placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed, “Thank you, for everything tonight.” He merely nodded in acknowledgment, throat strangled with a million emotions as he watched you go into your apartment.

Jimin let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding and drove, as if on autopilot, and let his head plop lightly on the wheel, “Pathetic display, Jimin.” He scolded with a strained voice. He hated this about him. He hated that each time emotions got too real, each time he could not hide behind a charming smile and playful banter, he would choke up. He had been a dance prodigy since birth, since getting scouted by a private school, since Mona adopted him for his career to go even further. And yet, he couldn’t confess to the girl he’s liked for over a year. Instead of staring, he wished he had just asked if you were okay.

He had never imagined you would be nearly as lonely as you felt. Anyone on campus would look at your smile and assume you were doing peachy, but by now, with his observations, he could see when you were faking. Why had he never approached you more to make you smile for real? Why did he remain complicit in fuckers like Jihoon and Yoora’s plight to make you feel less than the perfect girl you are? Who had instilled such an intense reaction to yelling in you? How many times have you thrown up in an alley alone because of the people who knew how to use someone as caring as you? Maybe if he had sat down and eaten that cookie with you, he would be driving the both of you home together.

He wondered if he would ever get the chance to do so at this point.

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“...Jimin?” Your voice snapped him from his thoughts as he looked at you, all dolled up and a little sweating from performing your final for the class he was your TA for, “You still here?” You giggled as you waved your hand in front of his eyes. You had been the last one to perform, so you figured his brain was fried from watching dozens of dance performances.

His smile grew with yours as he caught your hand in his, interlacing your fingers, “Yeah, I’m here, just got swept away in your performance is all.” He responded cooly and you rolled your eyes mockingly, “I’m serious, it was beautiful.” He brought your hand up, placing a kiss on your palm.

“Well, I had a wonderful training buddy.” You interlocked your fingers behind his neck as he laced his fingers on the small of your back. The PDA made you feel giddy, like a girl in her first relationship showcasing her wonderful boyfriend to the world, “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

He studied your face, your form, your everything for a moment. He basked in the glory of having someone as beautiful as you within his reach at long last. He thought back to each practice session and each kiss that came with it and couldn’t help the glee that spread in his chest. The glee was only further amplified by the very emotion on your face and he couldn’t fathom how he ever lived with himself seeing a fake smile on your face most days.

“You know I love you, right?” He blurted, making both of your eyes widen. Had he seriously just done that? Had he seriously confessed his love to you while the rest of your dance class waited to be dismissed? The air was still before he spoke again, “Could you do me a favor and beat the shit out of me?” He asked, making you giggle. Your joy was contagious and he found himself laughing too, in spite of the millions of emotions at confessing his love so suddenly.

You couldn’t fight the smile on your lips even if you tried. There was something so weightless about Jimin’s love, yet so meaningful. Where Yoongi had been intense and passionate, Jimin was bashful yet honest. It was this floaty feeling that made you lean up to his ears and whisper, “I love you too.” You beamed at him with a genuine smile and his heart soared.

“You do?” He asked excitedly, “You don’t have to, you know?” He reassured you and you could only chuckle.

“Oh well, if I don’t have to…” You joked as you moved to pull away from him, but he pulled you closer.

“I take it back- You have to.” He hurriedly spoke, “If… If you mean it.”

You nodded, a blissful smile on your face as you leaned up to kiss him, “I mean it, and it’s really nice being able to know you mean it too.” You whispered in his ear and in a moment of pure joy, he lifted you and spun you around, not caring about who saw or stared. You squealed at this, enjoying the moment of careless affection. He set you down with a slow kiss and you couldn’t help but melt into his form.

“You ready to go home?” He asked with a gleeful tone. You nodded excitedly and watched with hearts in your eyes as he dismissed the class with his hand in yours. He was always happy to display your relationship, even telling the professor in case he didn’t want Jimin grading your work. He announced it to the class with a blissful look and posted you all over any and all social media accounts he had. He had never been more proud to have someone by his side, and it made you emotional more than once. He held your hand in his as you walked to the car, swinging your arms just to hear your melodic laugh.

You checked your phone as Jimin closed the car door when you got in, “Oh, Hobi’s flight got delayed until tomorrow and Jin has to stay late tonight.” You mumbled, deep in thought for a moment, “And everyone else has something going on, so I guess it’s just me and you for dinner. One last night of freedom before you have to be busy too.” He placed a hand on your thigh as he drove and he'd be lying if he said he didn't have to mentally hype himself up to do it each time.

“Do you want to pick up dinner or just cook at home?” He asked cooly, masking his sheer glee at the domestic implications in his question.

You hummed, “I can cook something if you want,” You noted before a mischievous smile grew on your face, “My love.” You teased the pet name, making Jimin brake abruptly as he was getting out of the parking spot, his arm holding your body back from pushing forward. You gasped before you dissolved into laughter.

“Hey! Are you trying to make me crash?!” His face was beet red as he lectured you about car safety and how words can shake his whole world the whole ride home, and you had never been more enchanted by a flustered lecture in your life.

Eventually, he was finished lecturing you and the car was filled with laughter and light quips. He wondered how he ever lasted this long without you by his side, but he was glad he would no longer have to.

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[astraeal]

Well, in that case... don't mind if I do!!

Modern AU Aster introducing Jack for the first time to his friends??? Maybe North teasing him endlessly?? Tooth going "I knew it and you all called me crazy", or something???

Jack wanting to crawl into a hole and die a little?? XD

It's so nice to find someone else around here currently creating content for this ship!! <3

ship: e. aster bunnymund/jack frost rating: teen and up audiences a/n: yet another jackrabbit au; this one just a straight up human and modern interpretation of the gang from the movie, no additional angst or history added on my part (for once…kinda)

“Are you sure they’re going to like me?” Jack knows he’s asked this question many, many times over the past few days, but he needs to make sure. Being with adults – even Aster’s friends – is not exactly his comfort zone. He’d much rather be at the kid table in life, free of responsibilities.

And what if Aster’s friends are all the same brooding artsy type that Aster is? Jack likes it on Aster, but he’s not sure he can handle more than just the one.

“Mate, they’ve been buggin me to meet you just as much as you’ve been buggin me to see ‘em. ‘Course they’re gonna like you.”

Jack blushes from where he’s sitting cross-legged on the bed, watching Aster get dressed. Though Jack’s an early riser, he tends to leave the actual getting ready portion of the morning until Aster’s process is well under way.

The Aussie’s in the midst of lotioning his arms, spreading moisturizer across the warmth of his skin and spread of his tattoos. He looks over, bright green eyes assessing Jack’s face, and the white-haired boy looks askance, caught oogling once again.

“I’m just saying, I don’t want to make a bad impression on your friends. They’re important to you.”

Aster climbs onto the bed, cupping Jack’s jaw in with his index finger and thumb. He makes him look up at him, verdant eyes meeting oceanic blue, locked together in a warm embrace.

“And you’re important to me too, snowflake. Don’t downplay that.”

Jack blushes again, lips parted as if in anticipation of a kiss. “O-okay…”

Aster smiles, self-assuredly. “Good. We’re in agreement then. You’re important, they’re important, everyone’s important, so it’ll all be fine.”

Jack smiles at that, reassured, and hops off the bed. He’s wearing torn black skinny jeans, bright blue Converse, and one of Aster’s old letterman’s jackets from his rugby days over a simple white t-shirt. The dark grey and bright yellow stand out against his normal color palette of white and blue, but Aster has reassured him several times that it looks perfectly fine on him, and between the two of them, Aster’s the expert in color theory, so it all works out.

Aster, dressed in simple black jeans (without tears thank you very much), a pink and white pinstriped short-sleeve button down shirt, grey cardigan, and black boots, follows Jack out of the bedroom and into the rest of the apartment.

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