#i'm not dumb i know the answer to this will be: no

[backinmyphase]

It was a really shitty evening when you first met College! Satoru.

You were sitting at the bar, alone, because your date just left after he realized that after three shots you still didn't want to sleep with him tonight.

Said he was going to the bathroom, but told the bartender that you would pay for his drinks.

But you had your problems with money and hadn't packed that much money. Dumb decision.

You sat there and just wanted to pray the costs away. You had already drank a bit and even though you weren't a lighcouldn't blame the bartender for getting impatient.

"Look, you have to pay slowly or order something else-"

"Don't worry, I'll pay."

And there he was, as if he answered your prayers, Gojo Satoru just suddenly stood next to you. He winked at you while talking to the bartender.

And even though he just saved you, you weren't too optimistic.

He was tall, good-looking, confident and apparently had money. Guys like that often just wanted to get you into bed, like the one you met here today.

But maybe it was just your horrible type.

You didn't know him back then, as he turned around with a charming smile. His white hair was messy from the club, but not too much so that it just looked good.

And maybe it was the alcohol, but you just wanted to kiss him at that moment.

"I took care of that, if you want, I can get you a drink or two too." he tilted his head as he sat down next to you. "I'm Satoru by the way."

You smiled at him, hoping, no praying that he wouldn't ask you to suck hi- "And what will that cost me?"

He pretended to think a bit and then leaned a bit forward.

"Your name. Would like to know what this pretty woman sitting here alone is called?"

You laughed and gave him your name.

If only you knew how obsessed College! Satoru was with you. He had a couple of classes with you and has seen you on a couple of partys in some clubs too. And you were just so pretty and that smile of yours made him swoon.

And at this moment you looked up at him, you seemed like an angel. An angel who he wanted to help, since he saw how this jerk just left you alone here.

An angel who Satoru wanted to shower in money. Telling you you could really get what you wanted and so on. Like he was millionaire or something. And as he offered you the list of shots you couldn't help but chuckle.

"Do you want to get me in your bed with the money or do you really want to get to know me?"

He smiled that boyish smile you would see a couple of times in the future.

"Why not both? Is that such a crime?"

Well, the next day you woke up in your own bed, with a headache and a new number which wrote you, asking if you slept well.

[solkver]

airdrop ⋆·˚ ༘ *

chapter 16... ᝰ.ᐟ are the gays done fighting yet?

content warning! written angst under the cut, violence/fighting, slight mentions of blood, lots of profanities, anton and y/n massive anger issues lol

✄┈┈┈┈ october 26, 2024 – 9:27 pm

"y/n" anton begins, hands on his hips, "what the fuck is going on with you and sohee?" a frown graces his features, clearly displeased with the situation.

"nothing" you answer clear as day, eyes honest. it makes anton fume, what do you mean nothing?

"I'm not playing y/n"

"I'm not either" you respond back just as quickly as anton retorts at you, "why are you always playing dumb with me y/n?" anton groans, a hand running through his tousled hair, "just answer me for real"

"nothing, anton. sohee and I are nothing."

anton sighs, frustrated as hell, "so, what? you guys sleep next to each other as friends?" anton dryly chuckles, "hell, you guys aren't even friends" and maybe anton was right, but something about hearing it from him irks you to your bone. but this is anton, your brother, you're never going to succumb to him, "yeah, basically"

"what?" anton asks, stunned.

"I said, we fuck around but thats it"

that seems to hit a nail in anton's head, his brows shoot up and his pupils are blown wide, "get your shit together y/n! he isn't one of your boytoys like before"

you frown at the term used, evidently offended. fuck, it makes your blood boil that anton had been digging at your past relationships from the get go, "sohee is my best friend, y/n. he's not some boy you meet at the bar and bring home"

you click your tongue, stepping closer to the fuming boy, anger levels slowly matching one another, "what if I want him to be my boytoy, then what chanyoung?"

that really does it for the younger, his hands flying to grab at the collar of your shirt, practically puncing on you "don't fucking call me that"

what kind of man were you if not pounce back at your brother, right? you snatch at his wrists and push him back, "what? chanyoung?"

really, you should've just stepped down from the pedestal of your pride because you're reminded just how much stronger anton had become when his fists meet your cheek, "I'm not fucking around, y/n. do you like sohee or not?"

you huff, your left hand cradling your punched cheek while your right grabs at the front of anton's shirt, your faces barely centimeters apart, "it's none of your business" you seethe, spitting a mix of drool and blood on the sand, a couple getting on anton's face before shoving him away and going back into your cabin.

no matter how angry you get at anton, you know better than to hit him back. you were better than that, way better. but with the bruise forming on your cheek, you really second doubt your choices. sigh.

𓏔 i. MASTERLIST 𓏔 ii. BACK 𓏔 iii. NEXT

synopsis! bored sohee decides that airdropping memes at his best friend's gig would be the best way to kill the boredom. much to his luck, the drummer of his best friend's band, who he's been crushing on for years, is the one that got his meme airdropped to.

author's note! DONT JUMP ME FOR THE ANGST AND FIGHTING GUYS 😞😞😞 taglists still open!

taglist! @pinklemonade34 @luvkyu @naseobseob @kmusicreblogs @desafortuno @dontwannaexsist @onementally-unstabel-kid @kaijunodos @kaiyunsim @xavi-in-kpopland @prettybluei @gnusihcom @shuaeunie @leoleoleone @nootnootpinguuu @conwunder

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[wraithdance]

https://www.tumblr.com/wraithdance/765961917651140608/i-really-liked-your-explanation-of-the-whole?source=share

I am really bad at articulating my thoughts but I think about this a lot as someone who hopes to 1- major in neuroscience (i'm 18, going to uni next year) and 2- is trans. I know being trans is not the same thing at all as POC experiences with fic, very cognizant of that, but more to the point where I relate to the aspect of not being able to get over the like mental wall of seeing "neutral" readers as me? I don't know what my brain is doing when i read certain fics but sometimes i can't do it.

I feel like I should close read some of my favorite fic and least favorite fic to see if there are triggers I didn't notice on the first read. does that make sense or seem similar to what you experience? Again I know it's not the same thing, but like i am so curious as to what cis straight white people put in their fic that makes it so obvious that they're cis straight white.

I am sorry if this bothers you, really not my intentions, I am obviously a future brain nerd and i can't stop thinking about this

Congratulations fellow Nerd! You've activated my interest in Race theory and fandom writing from an academic perspective!

Writing reflects life and to answer this question properly, I have to talk about life shit to catch you up to speed, (this should help if you take a sociology or cultural anthropology class lmao) So, Welcome to:

Calvary yaps: Sociology & Intersectionality in fandom writing 101!

Disclaimer: I'm just a random bitch on the internet who loves English and the ridiculousness of social hierarchies, this will be referencing American social constructs and in groups only, with a focus on my experience as a Black American woman who reads a shit ton of books. Don't fight me if you hate my explanation, I will simply not respond.

Read my house rules before sending me an ask, I'm just being a dumb ass rn and word vomiting my interests, so pls i beg no follow up questions unless I say I'm open to em later.

Definitions to know:

Socialization: the act of preparing individuals to participate in society by learned social norms taught in ones family or social settings like school/friend groups. (one can be socialized in gender, race, cultural practices, etc.)

Social Hierarchies: systems of social organization in which some individuals enjoy a higher social status than others (in my opinion this is a lingering safety measure from lizard brain cavemen hunter/gatherer days)

Intersectionality: A term coined by Kimberlé Crenshaw; The process of acknowledging the unique parallels a marginalized person experiences when they have more than one marginalization (ie: race, class, gender, sexuality, ability, size, etc.)

Matriarchal society: Social groups/family structures that center female figures as representatives of authority.

Implicit Bias: Unintentional bias a person may have towards a group or individual based on learned stereotypes, prejudices, perceptions based on another's background or state of being.

first, yes anon you are making sense! So the main question:

'What cis straight white people put in their fic that makes it so obvious that they're cis straight white?'

I've been mulling this question around in my head for a few days and tried to figure out how to articulate this without going into depth in Sociological theory, but I can't! So here we are lmao, this is long as fuck so TLDR here.

I've talked to a LOT of Black and PoC people over the last months because I thought I was the only one who felt strange or could tell immediately when a writer was white, despite doing the best job they could to be neutral.

Every person I spoke to agreed they could tell right away even if we don't share similar racial backgrounds.

The answer I've come up with to why that is, is because white people are socialized (taught by society/their parents how to behave) in a way many black and PoC people are not, so their reader characters will often act in a way PoC people have learned not to, so it flags for many of us.

I plan to answer another question about this at a later date so an example is with shit like:

An over deference to hyper masculine male characters (for PoC cultures like certain Black/Latine groups that are often matriarchal in nature and don’t ascribe to as many traditional gender roles, this is a flag), lack of interpersonal/familial connection, over meekness, no challenging of external factors so things just HAPPEN to the reader and lack of awareness of surroundings to name a few. 

A lot of the language of the irl world places white cis people from Western countries as the default and everyone else as others. In which, PoC people have learned to navigate the world very carefully with a hyper-focus on what will potentially bring them harm/scrutiny/ostracism especially in white dominant spaces.

That extends to when we have down time while reading or partaking in media smfh.

I'm sure you've had to learn the same as a trans person navigating cis spaces and it's the same with any marginalization! If you are disabled you have an awareness of able bodied people and their expectations, same with being fat amongst skinny people, etc.

The more marginalizations you have, the louder the rules of social hierarchies become. Which is why many marginalized ppl stick close to those who 'get it' in their social groups as an act of safety in numbers. (Many of us attempt to have strong family connection/harmony because of this)

So referring to your comment about being trans is not the same thing at all as POC experiences with fic, it is when you are a Black or PoC trans person! My angel face @/buttdumplin has spoken a lot about that as a Mexican transman reading fics by cis people!

(Please for the love of God no one come to me explaining how marginalized they are so they shouldn't be lumped in with the white ppl PoC are cognizant of, I will check myself into a psych ward)

So what does that gotta do with reading fics?

No matter what anyone thinks, it is damn near impossible to not frame your writing from the perspective of your lived experiences. It's why even when I try my hardest to make my characters not sound Black, they will always read that way because I have been Black all of my life!

And it doesn't just happen with race, go on tiktok and search male authors writing women. (or here's another article lmao)

Also ask a Southerner how they know someone has never been to the South and don't know shit about our accents when they write Graves. There are linguistic tells that flag off and why we flame actors who pick up southern accents for their roles.

(They chew on that terrible goddamn Appalachian or Louisiana Accent not realizing Southern accents come in many fonts.)

So when I read a fic about Kyle Garrick from a non black person, I can tell the writer is non black by linguistic implications, the things they emphasize about him and what they don't. It doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy reading fics from non black people, I can just tell!

And sometimes that means I, and other PoC's associate the Reader as a white OC while reading fics.

For example, all black people are not monolithic because of our cultural and regional experiences, but many of us share common threads. That's usually family involvement, colloquialisms, that stupid fucking cookie tin our elders put sewing supplies in...

Other non Black PoC people might share similar cultural practices, so when I'm reading fics from say a latina, I will cock my head and go wait.... are you...? And surely enough, they are a person of color. 

But even while reading from a non black PoC, I have to tread carefully because anti black sentiment exists in many cultures, which is why you'll hear me say Black and PoC/Non black people interchangeably.

It’s how the conversation of Implicit bias comes up, because unknowingly non white characters can sometimes be written with a hyper focus that makes them seem inhumanly one characteristic or with little to no background while the other characters are fully fleshed out.

like the character of color is just a stand in to move the plot around white characters forward. 

So all that to say, without sometimes meaning to white writers will always sound off to me in a way that my brain can pick up on in the most minuscule ways because my awareness of my blackness/otherness has been drilled in from birth and reinforced by social norms.

I can even tell immediately if a white person has been around only white spaces their whole life with the jokes they tell lol.

In the grand scheme of things the race of the writer is most important to me when something jarring comes up that slaps me away from the experience, it explains so much of the disconnect.

Every marginalized person has a threshold for what they can ignore as a ‘trigger’ before they’re ejected from reader inserts, mine is usually the association with racial historical happenings, certain gender dynamics, etc.

It's why I mention crying like a little bitch when I read my friend Jess's (Kyletogaz) TF 141 Hair series, Dragon’s (Dragonnarative-writes) Transferrable Skills, and even Xavi's (Buttdumplin) Piercing fic.

Reading those fics felt like safety and familiarity. It was a moment where I realized I could drop the mental load I had no idea I was carrying, where I was trying to prepare myself for potential emotional damage and just READ.

It's also why as a Black person who fucks with kink and sex work it's been so touch and go when navigating dark fics/kink fics/fics about Sex workers.

Because there are different rules of engagement non white kinksters have to be aware of and that leads to a point on the collective vs. Individual experience as a PoC in kink, that I’ll eventually make a post about at some point or another. Maybe…

So yeah I’m tired of yapping. I hope this long shit was enough of an explanation!! Thanks to my friends Kiko, Jules, Xavi and Folded for yapping with me so I could articulate this better!!

[lara4eclipze]

“teach me”

sypnosis; you weren't exactly dumb but we're lazy yet when she started teaching you your grades went up—what did she do to make that happen

cw; age gap! y/n is 19 Lara is 23 , mean , teasing , smut , face sitting , dirty talk ,spoiled and rich y/n, inspired by this

original idea;@ivemiese / thankss

ALSOO happy birthday my love Lara!! , I'm so happy she's turning 19!! , gosh heres a birthday fic for the rajberries!

to say you were failing was an understatement your grades were plunging down the toilet yet you didn't do anything to change it

your parents were rich anyways you'll get the company by 5 more years , there's no point in studying

well your parents cared about your grades , tutor after tutor yet nothing worked , either you were mean to them or they quit out of pity for you

"mom I told you already these tutors are just not helping" you pout to your mom knowing she'll always fall for it

"well I still got you one — my friend Mitra recommended her to me" your mom sighs

you grunt in frustration, running up to your room muttering some profanity under your breath

—ʚɞ

school was as boring as everyday , you hated this place I mean you went to a very expensive university yet you can't seem to find people you would like to interact with

"disgusting" you scoff as an student accidentally bumps into you

after school was as worse, well atleast now you can rot in bed or go in a shopping spree

"darling your tutor came early today , shes in you room" your mother says to you before going out the door

your mom associates herself with other housewives of rich men , you told her countless times she'll just get influenced by those big head women but she never listened

you enter your room after you change into some oversized tee and short shorts

"hi there" the girl waves at you , oh. my. god. she was hot , gorgeous , smart based on how she's supposed to tutor you and god she looked so fine

"hi..y/n's the name" you said sitting next to her , shamefully (or not so) you check her out , her waist was beautiful her finger were long you wonder how it will feel inside of you

"Lara — raj , anyways I'll tutor you math and science for about 4 hours today" she said , she noticed how you didn't respond so she tsks

well that's until she realizes what you were doing...

"hey didn't your mother teach you checking out people is extremely perverted... especially when they're older than you?" she said her voice lowering

"what? I didn't — pfft what?" you try to play it off but judged by the smirk on her face you knew it wouldn't work

—✧˖*°࿐

after the day she quizzed you on the topic to make sure you understood it

"2/10? are you serious?" she questions

"what?" you ask as if it's normal

"you answered me flawlessly earlier" she reasons

"well maybe I need motivation" you snap back

her gears were turning but an idea struck her

"alright then"

obviously the time was done so she had to go, what a great start you thought, Great thing your tutor now was not boring

admittedly she is hot , a hot nerd you thought to yourself

—✧˖*°࿐

you try to find her social media online and see that she was older than you

"23?, not bad" you sigh

she posted loads of pictures, videos she looked well off why is she wasting her time tutoring spoiled rich kids then?

—✧˖*°࿐

the next day you didn't go to school since you were just lazy, plus what were you gonna do there anyways?

sit down and learn where and when Picasso farted?

although excitingly your pretty tutor was still coming today , you decided to go the extra mile and get ready for her wearing some of your skimpiest outfits

"you look great honey" your mom pipes up as she leaves the house

now we wait , you slouch in your room waiting for her , until..

"hey" she enters your room escorted by your maid

"oh hi.." you said back , deciding to pull your top down a bit

her eyes trailed down , you smirk at her reaction, ahh the hard work paid off i guess

"can we do math first" you plead to her giving her your best weapon ,doe eyes

she reluctantly agreed , chuckling at your actions

god she looked amazing with her glasses , her pierced nose, you can't even focus on what she's teaching you

"do you get it?" she asks

"yes" you replied

"okay then let's quiz you..— you know since yesterday I saw how you looked at me , so let's play a game"

"for every score over 5 you get a special prize , if you get anything lower well it sucks to be you cause you won't get anything" the older says , your eyes lit up at the mentions of prize

"alright then" you said

—✧˖*°࿐

"9/10?.. pretty good" she purrs , god her voice was like heroin so addicting but so bad for you

"tell me when you don't feel comfortable okay?" she asks , fuck being confused you needed her in you NOW

"mhm" you hum out , your heart thumping in synch with her movements her hands in your inner thighs her other one flipping up your skirt

soaked , wet , whatever it was you just needed her so bad

she ties up her hair , some strands falling to frame her face , her breathing gets heavy , the view was amazing, shes quite literally face to face with your cunt ,

"fucking slut" she tsks as she pulls away your undergarments a string of your nectar connecting it to your cunt

"'m not" you were but it felt humiliating , in a good way cause as much as you hate to admit it her degrading you with that voice is just perfect

a beat passes by and her tongue , it felt perfect, gosh her tongue passed by your tight entrance every now and then

"fuck please!" you whine , you felt like you were gonna orgasm just by this yet you needed more

"greedy girl" she says in a condescending tone , mocking the way you whined for her

finally she enters your slick entrance , her tongue reaching places you never thought of

your head lolled back as you moan her name like a mantra , your hands entangled in her hair as you push her head

"right nghm there!" you moan as she hits a particularly gummy spot in you

she chuckles , the vibration sending shockwaves through you , your eyes seeing stars your mouth open drooling due to the fact you can't go a second without moaning or even whining for her

"you close? — your greedy cunny is sucking me in" the older says as she redoubled her efforts her nose bumping your clit every now and then

"shit please! let me cum!" yes it was pathetic, but it felt oh so right ,

"hold it in for me princess" she replied

"please"

"do it or you won't get to finish at all" she threatens , her voice lowering

tears start to fall on your face due to the pleasure, sniffling while moaning, that's new

—✧˖*°࿐

"oh darling are you guys done already?" Lara bumps into your mom as she was going out the door

"yes ma'am , glad to see her improve" the red head replied

"I'm so thankful for you , I haven't seen y/n get along with any of her tutor before" the older woman excitedly said

"must be special then" Lara teased

—✧˖*°࿐

"6/10? what happened honey?" The older asks looking at your paper

your frown at her , what are you gonna get now :((

"don't worry lets make a compromise" she stands up locking your door slowly she removes her top

her abs were on display begging you to ride them , her boobs were perfect to be gagged on

next down was her skirt , along with her socks , shit her thighs were beautiful you itched to touch her

as your hands tried to make its way to her waist she slaps it

"ouch" you pout at her

"study next time , stupid girls don't get to have the privilege of getting fucked mkay?" she pouts back , teasing you as you practically were about to cry

"i hate you" you mumble

"we both know you don't" she replied, wearing her clothing

—✧˖*°࿐

"surprisingly miss her grades had been better , see it was D last semester now it's a B" your professor explains to your mother

you couldn't help but grin , I mean is this who she calls lazy?

maybe you were lazy but never ever were you dumb

"okay spill it what do you want for that grade" your mother says whilst in the car

"oh come on do you think of me so lowly mom?" you rhetorically ask

"but since you insist , can you schedule more of my tutoring with Lara?" you said trying to fight off smiling at the thought

"oh—i expected worse" your mother chuckles

"is that a yes?"

"obviously!" your mother replied happily

—✧˖*°࿐

"stupid slut" she whispers as her fingers hit all the right spots her lips on your neck

getting a score of 8 meant that she'll finger you, a win is a win yet it intrigued you what will you get for 10

"head filled with me fuckin her she can't even respond" she harshly said as she pinches your clit , and then going deeper

"please mo-mommy!" you didn't even realized it slipped out of your mouth till it did

"my whore" she spits as she fingers throb in pain , not a minute passed and you were gushing around them , she chuckles as her fingers dripped in your cum

"suck" she said as she forces her fingers in your mouth , she maintained eye contact as you gag around her digits

"perfect" she said afterwards, she carries you to bed making sure you were alright

"I'm okay" you reassure her

—✧˖*°࿐

school wasn't any better today , but good enough you got to recite here and there

going home was another story , everything was loud due to the party your dad hosted for his business partners or what ever they were

"god!" you scoff , as you open the door you were pulled in by Lara who giggles

"heard you had a good day?" she teases

"now your stalking me? , how interesting miss raj " you hum back

"Oh please " she laughs

she settles your bag in the chair near your desk , sitting down

"ready for your quiz" she asks smirking , she knew what she was doing and it's driving you crazy

"yes I studied hard for this one" you replied

"ooh you might just get what you deserve..." she trails off , you spot her grinning as you take the quiz

—✧˖*°࿐

you don't know if it was a miracle or just a dream but you were buried in between Laras thighs right now having the meal you much deserve after a long ass day

her low moans and wet noises make you go crazy

"fuck baby , go faster" she moans

you chuckle going even faster , like an animal who was starved for weeks , her cunt was perfect sweet and savory soft and so inviting it sucked you in practically

maybe hours passed and you were still down there , she was overstimulated but who cares fuck everything

"baby too much-"

"but" you give her the doe eyes and here she goes losing again

"fine" she said breathlessly as she lays back accepting your tongue again , your face dripped with her cum which was too perfect for her to see

—✧˖*°࿐

"Mom! Lara's staying for the night!" you scream

"fine" your mother replied

"eek she said yes! , now which one first" you said laying out a plethora of straps

"are you joking?" she asks

"no , now which one this one's cute pink and white"

[dirtyzucchini]

Seeing as my little epiphany isn't quite an answer to the question the lovely @sammaggs is asking in this post, I'm making it its own post.

The epiphany was: in Spy vs Spy, Diefenbaker is neither lost nor confused at all! He's going exactly where he wants to go.

And where does he want to go? Away from the address where they're supposed to be looking at a new apartment. Unlike his human friends, Dief doesn't have to think through layers of dumb social conditioning. He already knows they're pack! He thinks it's very silly to look for an apartment when Ray already has a perfectly good one! The couch is a particularly nice touch, he's never had a couch to sleep on before.

Unfortunately, Fraser is incredibly hard to talk sense into and Ray doesn't understand Dief very well yet, so what's a map-reading wolf to do?

Double bluff and hide in plain view!

There are those who say Diefenbaker WAS lost and only learned to read maps after this embarrassing incident, but I would like to invite them to check the top gif again (both gifs made by the ever kind and helpful @syrupmap, by the way, thank you!!!). That is clearly, clearly a wolf reading the signs to be sure they're going the right wrong other way.

[clubsmarties]

Eli turned his head and immediately frowned. "What?" he asked confused but once she said that he was giving her mixed signals he felt like she was cornering him for something that was not his fault. "Maybe I should ask you the same thing." Jenny's words now being loud in his mind. "Are you sure you're not just pretending to want to be my friend for some sick twisted ploy?" His body fully turned to her as he continued. "As for mixed signals. I'm not sending you any mixed signals. I've been honest with you since the start. I wasn't the one who seeked me out. I don't see why I need to answer your question on my personal life but no. I don't have a girlfriend. If I did I wouldn't be sending out signals. I'd respect whoever I'm with. I'm not that kind of guy. If you must know. I went back to see my family. The ones I've left behind."

"I can't believe you told Jenny about our kiss. I guess I can't be totally surprised since you're friends. But it at least would have helped if I had a warning. By the way that bitch of a friend of yours had no business knowing we made out. Might as well had posters done for the entire school."

Eli started to laugh. "I can't believe I was this dumb to see that a girl like you wouldn't really be interested in a guy like me. You and the rest are just the same. You got what you wanted. Isn't your game humiliation?" he sighed and grabbed his books. "Thanks for making me feel like the idiot who'd think he'd have a chance with the popular girl."

He passed the teachers desk and shrugged. "I'll take the fail today prof." Eli walked out of class and closed the door behind him. At least he kept his cool somewhat. But part of him did feel hurt over this. Laurel was supposed to be different. But he guessed his original thought was right. People pretend all the time just to get what they want. He should have not listened to Issac. No one was worth opening up to.

"Oh, it's still a B though." Well, now her comment on him getting an A plus felt out of line. It seemed serious, and she knew they weren't the closest of friends, but it was odd to her, how vague he could be with his responses. Was he hiding something? "I ended up with a B plus, close but not quite." Or maybe, he just wasn't into this like she thought. When he kept talking, it seemed to make more sense. Echoes of conversations she'd heard in her dorm hall from her floor mates. The woes of long distance relationships. He hadn't mentioned anything, could it be? His vague answers didn't help her decipher anything, and asking point-blank seemed like too much. But, what was her alternative? "That sounds rough, wanting to stay...there, and jet lag probably doesn't help." Laurel's heart skipped along the beat of the words that echoed in her mind. He missed her. She couldn't help but be giddy about it. "Well, in that case, I missed you too." The words easily flowing from her, like saying the sky is blue.

"Not much to be honest, busy with classes mostly. Enduring that physics class, catching up with this one. Oh, my friends from California are making plans to visit me soon, that's fun." Still, even ask she recounted her last two weeks, she felt that tiny smidge of doubt poking at her. It didn't let her fully enjoy the moment, even that 'I miss you' he uttered felt off to her. In the middle of her own babbling, she cut herself off and sighed. Laurel wasn't known for her patience, the thought of falling for someone who wasn't into this terrified her and made her hit the brakes. "Hey, do you have a girlfriend? I mean, it's fine. I'm just getting five hundred different mixed signals here. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were avoiding me."

-

"Don't flatter yourself. Messing with you was fun, it doesn't mean I care about you." Jenny rolled her eyes at him, throwing her hair back behind her shoulder. "If I bring it up to her, I'll ruin her fun. I just think she might be getting too carried away with make-out sessions and all." Laurel hadn't told her everything, but she overheard enough. And to anyone else's perspective, how else would she know that unless her roommate shared that with her? "Who knows? Maybe you're just the latest interesting thing in her way. Really, if you think about it, I'm doing you a favor - giving you a heads up. Please, you wouldn't be able to do it, even if you tried. Ugh, whatever. I'm bored." And with a wave of her hand, she walked away from the hallway. She didn't even have classes in this building, just fun to drop by.

[rebukerobot]

not to be an annoying codger on main but i am increasingly often embittered by the reminder that a common belief in adjacent circles is that becoming queer/poly/kinky is a fast-track to getting rid of your emotional issues around relationships and people. i recently saw a post on mastodon asserting as axiom that polyamory inherently makes one "less jealous". if you're a jealous person and become poly, you have only become a jealous poly person. and those people very much exist, and they very much do inflict that jealousy on more people when they're poly. if you want to become less jealous, the only way to do so is to do less jealousy, not to do more some other thing.

i think there was a bit of a sea change in internet relationships around 2011-2013 with the vitrification of the parasocial Friend-Group Economy and the financialization of economies of attention, where "e-dating" went from more of a traditional LDR structure, to something more akin to playing house. an internet relationship demands a certain role from you, now. domme, sub, protector, quirky girl, you're reductible to an archetype. mutual chemistry in this framework is less about matching personalities and more about matching attention patterns; little wonder that stemming from there, BPD-posting and BPD-fetishization got really big (and has since made any number of new masks from empty spaces to HDG ERP).

and this structure is, like, self-infiltrating. you act in this framework to get the attention you need (in an alienated world, a partner is the only way to guarantee "unconditional" attention, or so they say), and then you convince yourself that the conditions that put you in that archetype have made you that sort of archetypical person. "i'm not jealous! i'm poly!" phrases said ten minutes before having a apeshit meltdown because your new metamour gives you a weird vibe due to not matching your freak, but your partner seems weirdly happier than usual. right, you're poly. poly people don't feel jealous. so you don't feel jealous. you feel a special new thing that doesn't exist (but it's jealousy).

you know, the answer is just emotional honesty. but that's expensive. it's very expensive to be honest. bad investment. you might lose the person who cares about you. what then? might as well kill yourself. dumb thought loop, dumb way to look at relationships, dumb consequence for the overall stability of everyones' lives.

growing the hell up has given me a headache about how everyone i knew used to treat each other. never be in your early 20s. therein lies a mire of delusion

[ceriisehart]

"What you need is a little distraction"

Loki x reader

Summary: Official parties are boring, luckily you know exactly what to do. Or, you sneak away with Loki.

Word count: 965

CW: the grammar is dead/eng isn't my first language

The night was boring. Dreadfully unamusing.

And while Thor and his four loyal friends were away, Loki had to attend the official party. All of this because of a bet he lost against them earlier that day. He knew he should have listened to himself and cheated during the game. He could still hear the taunting victory sound of Thor, the moment the blond had won, ringing in his ears. This misfortune had only reinforced his want to erase this troublesome party, the day he would be King.

"The party is here to preserve our relationships with the neighbors.” Had said Frigga once, explaining both to Thor and him the importance of organizing those events, politically and military speaking.

Loki couldn't care less about the neighborhood's world. His brother would have said that ‘it had to be done to keep Asgard above all’ while still not attending, the very same person who wanted the throne. This contradiction wasn't something the blond even tried to hide. He wanted to be king without the inconvenience of being one. And this was part of the many reasons Loki found himself to be more fit to have the crown on his head.

Unfortunately, he was living in Thor's shadow. The almighty Thor, God of thunder, son of the all father. While he was just Loki, the mischievous tricker, with a tongue made of silver. It was easy to see who was the favorite in people and their father’s eyes. And he knew, he knew perfectly he wasn't perfect. But Thor wasn't either. He was dumb, only thinking with his muscles, not looking at the entire picture, only wanting to fight, and fight, and fight. The blond was strong, stronger than Loki even, but being kind wasn't just about strengths. It was also about brains, something Loki was proud to have plenty of. No one could ever say that Loki wasn't smarter than his brother.

In Loki's mind, he was probably smarter than all the people present at this party. Except for his mother, and maybe, just maybe you. You, who had happened to spill your liquor on his fine asgardian's attire.

"I'm so sorry!" You exclaimed, falsely apologetic, putting your hand over your mouth. Something the prince perceived in an instant as lying was his expertise. “Please, let me clean it for you.” Putting your glasses aside, you took his hand in yours, leading the both of you away from the party.

All happened in a span of a few seconds, but it did not get Loki off guard. He knew what you were up to the moment your eyes laid on him. He had just been waiting for you.

“Well you sure did take your time love.”

Gasping and shaking your head, you answered à hint of banter at the back of your voice. “Excuse me, you highness. I was not aware of your precious time.”

“Plus, you didn't have to ruin my gracious clothes.” He remarked, drawing a small annoyed huff from you. "Thank you nonetheless, you saved me from a pathetic party. Again."

The castle's corridors were silent, only the sound of your footsteps echoing, filling the calm night, as Loki remembered how you both met in those exact circumstances.

It was a few years back, at the same uninteresting party. You were both bored out of your mind, standing to the side, a glass in hand looking at everyone being falsely nice to one another to maintain the peace. In a quest to entertain himself, Loki showed some easy tricks to some guests, ending up gathering a little crowd around him, looking in awe at his magic.

Green sparks that got your attention, as it was the first interesting thing happening. Looking from your spot, you saw the far away look in his green eyes, a detached look similar to yours, telling all you needed to know as you made your way to the prince, putting your empty glasses aside.

You were what some people would qualify as a bold one, and that night you did well to validate their saying. Getting near Loki with assured steps, you quickly snatched his hand in yours, as you passed through the little crowd in a flash.

You were leading the both of you as far away as possible from this suffocating party.

While Loki wasn't one to register people's presence, you caught his attention well, taking him by surprise even. Finally registering what was happening to him, he instantly halted, making you stop too, ripping his hand out of your grasp.

“And who do you think you are!?” He demanded, offended and irritated, eyebrows furrowed.

Turning around, hands on hips you answered calmly. "I'm (Y/N), and you could be a little more polite with the one who saved your night."

Crossing his arms against his chest, he scoffed, "I do not need any saving, even more from someone like you."

"Alright.” You challenged, mimicking him closing your own arms, one eyebrow raised and a small taunting smile drawing your lips, you continued. "Go back to the party then, I apologize for having ripped you from all the fun."

That was new for the prince, someone daring provoking him. You couldn't stop his lips shaping in a rather charming smile. “Why, never in my life would I have except this night to take such a turn.” You had picked his interest.

And years after he still was. Loki grew less hostile towards you, never letting go of your hand. Never again, he promised himself. He was feeling at ease in your company, away from all the judgements, finally having his own light shining upon him and him only.

"What do you want to do?" You asked, bringing the prince out of his mind.

"Whatever you want, love."

[alwaysbethewest]

I'm gonna say something that 90% of you will hate but it's what's on my heart—now that we've seen Pedro and Vanessa speak in every interview about how this couple is so passionately in love and dedicated to each other and have been married for decades—I wish we could let this be the ONE Pedro character whose fanfic isn't completely overwhelmed by x reader fic instead of even consiiiidering respecting and exploring his canon relationship 😔

[canisalbus]

is there a reason you usually answer asks with a . and talk in the tags? i got confused when i first saw that bc usually when people do that its a 'presented without commentary' thing but you do have commentary haha it feels like you're answering just in whispers like a ghost

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[aerithisms]

i think my problem with this dw season arc accusing the audience of fanbrain for theorising about ruby is that it both feels deceitful and isn't actually that compelling from a character perspective. the season goes out of its way to build up supernatural mystery around ruby and even invokes susan more heavily than ever before in a way that is deliberately trying to get the audience to make those connections. and then it turns around and says you stupid idiot why would you ever try to connect these dots i have deliberately tried to get you to connect.

building up a mystery only for the character to be ordinary is an impossible girl arc redux only this time accusing the viewer of failing to see the humanity of the companion, whereas the impossible girl arc was turning that accusation on the doctor. 7b didn't really blame the audience for viewing clara as a puzzle and in fact several times spells out the fact that clara is perfectly ordinary before the big reveal to give the audience a chance to catch on. as 7b goes on, instead of laying the mystery on thicker, the audience just gets more and more affirmations that clara is a normal human being (rings of akhaten, journey to the centre of the tardis, hide). i found this approach compelling because it was rooted in character, focusing on the doctor's disconnection from humanity/the gendered dynamic of a man treating a woman as his manic pixie mystery to pull him out of grief. s14's meta approach of accusing the viewer feels both unfair, given it has deliberately led the viewer towards theorising, and personally less compelling to me because it wasn't tied into character in any way.

the thing about rey's parentage in tlj is that the reason rian johnson chose to go for that reveal was that it was the only answer that was interesting. none of the theories - rey is a skywalker, rey is a kenobi, and even the eventually canonical rey is a palpatine - were interesting or satisfying because they brought nothing compelling to the table for the story being told. the only satisfaction to be gained from those answers was a fanbrained "omg rey is important because she's related to that guy from the other movie." on top of that, rey desperately wants her parents to have been important, to give her life and her abandonment some kind of significance. so them being ordinary provided the most compelling trajectory for her character because it was the thing she least wanted to hear. it forced her to do the most introspection and growth, as well as tying into the film's themes about the capacity of ordinary people to be special. it wasn't just a choice made to "gotcha" the viewer, it was rooted in character.

i don't think ruby's mother being ordinary accomplishes the same thing. by invoking susan, s14 is engaging with the most egregious example of the doctor's streak of abandonment, which has potential to be very compelling in relation to ruby (and now also the doctor's) own abandonment issues. theories that ruby might be susan, or be somehow related to susan, or somehow related to the doctor, weren't just fanbrained "omg she's related to that guy i know from the classic series." they were theories genuinely rooted in character and the potential to explore both the doctor and ruby's issues with abandonment. and this is something the show willingly led fans towards by invoking susan so much in the first place. so for the show to turn around and act like they were shallow out of nowhere ideas when they were not shallow and were based on potential character conflicts the show itself deliberately invoked, feels misguided.

as well as that, ruby's mother being ordinary does not require that same growth from ruby as it did for rey because it is exactly what ruby wanted to hear. she never wanted her mother to be important, she just wanted to know who her mother was and have a connection with her. so finding out she was a normal woman who still loves her and wants to be a part of her life is everything she's ever wanted. it doesn't introduce interesting conflict for her the way rey's parents being ordinary did for her, because they were written as different characters with different hangups over their abandonment.

tl;dr i don't necessarily dislike ruby's mother being ordinary as an idea but compared to the things it was inspired by - 7b and star wars - it is not nearly as compelling in terms of how it relates to the characters or themes. and the meta angle, while conceptually interesting, doesn't quite work for me because it feels a little manipulative of the audience.

[hecoxthirst]

we as a society are not talking enough about ian saying that one of the next bit city episodes has “something with anthony and i” and he like started giggling before he could actually say that but like we all know about his and anthony’s bit that looks like they’re younger selves because it was in the trailer so i feel like there’s something more to it and i can’t stop thinking about it.

bro... bro........ you're so correct. i swear so many things they do feels like a soft launch but at this point i'm inclined to believe they'll go the dan and phil route of never actually ~hard launching~ and just leaving it vague, implying, refusing to outright deny, without ever actually saying it. i SWEAR there's something going on, i'm not insane. you are not insane. we are not insane. hold my hand anon

[thelovers-thedreamers-and-me]

me: haha someone found my state post from several years ago that starts off with me saying "hey here's me being stupid because i'm high" maybe i will reblog it ha ha

my notes, instantly: HEY DID YOU KNOW ARIZONA ISN'T WET. DID YOU NOT KNOW WHERE MISSOURI IS. HAHAHA HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW WHICH STATE IS WHICH IT'S SO OBVIOUS. HEY DID YOU KNOW ARIZONA ISN'T WET. THIS IS GREAT EXCEPT FOR THE COMPLETELY IMPERCEPTIBLE BEEFS MY STATE HAS WITH ANOTHER COMPLETELY IDENTICAL STATE AND I AM SHOCKED YOU DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT THAT. THAT'S NOT MONTANA. HEY DID YOU KNOW ARIZ

[alasy]

From now on, I declare The Mirror Visitor is a trilogy. There's no fourth book, trust me. Just enjoy the first three and move on <3

[gottagetshiver]

So sorry you had to deal with stupid idiots on twitter. Fwiw I thought your fic was amazing and didn't deserve an ounce of the hate it got. Honestly some people need to learn how to keep their traps shut.

Feel free to post your thread fics here on Tumblr and I'll happily read them all :) I've been cross-posting my own fics here and with no character limit it's so much easier. The people here are way nicer too.

Sending so many hugs your way 🫂🫂🫂

Thank you Pen!

Luckily I'm not someone who gets bothered by strangers on the internet taking their anger out on me or trying to force their morals on me (bless that good ol' autistic oppositional reflex LMAO it's fr a blessing in disguise) but it still gets a bit irksome having to click through to their page to block them (since apparently you need to go to someone's profile to block them now???? yet another piss poor change) and not something I really want to have to take time to do when I've got other shit I need to keep up with irl.

I may post threads here now but what I'll probably do is just post them on ao3 even though they're shorter than what I usually like to post there. Maybe I'll make a collection for short little fics that would have normally been thread fics or something!

[pocketramblr]

I tried but couldn't add any words to my "for legal purposes Tensei had to marry Masaki" fic however different idea: au where Masaki and Tensei said they'd marry each other if both reached 30 single, and Masaki is now just like "ah ha he's going to be dating someone in two years tho right. In eighteen months right. In one year right-"