#i'm rambling but i feel like i maybe made a point in there somewhere so MOVING ON

[queensparklekitten]

I think I just guaranteed queen of nothing by the crane wives a place in my spotify wrapped tonight because of time princess

[blizzardfluffykpop]

why the fuck do i miss pigeons

[celtrist]

Next thing you'll say is he doesn't have a tail

ref to this pic

EDIT: Just to keep things clear I didn't really think about bringing it up but not everyone's gonna click to see the first picture and might be confused. Alastor was stated to know only a little bit of broken French, the reasoning due to being from New Orleans. Speaking standard French is very much not a thing in New Orleans, so he would logically only know French-Creole. This is very different from the standard French language and a large misconception that people from New Orleans speak regular French. So yes, he does speak some French, just not as well as people make him nor would it, in theory, be the regular French that everyone makes him speak [but I wouldn't put it past the writers to not do that research but maybe I have too little faith in them]. I'm not from New Orleans, I visited it once so it's not like I'm an expert. But I HAVE looked into it and just bothering with one Google search will tell you it's not common and you'll even have a special term called "Louisiana French" pop up. With that all said, these were statements made on years past streams and could've been changed in the official series. However, as of right now, the official statement is that he speaks only a little broken French that should technically be French-Creole if they're going by and that he's from New Orleans to know that language. And again, I don't have a lot of faith in writers to do the research into it being Louisiana French rather than regular French, but now I'm rambling lol This is just a bit of context for this comic so people who were curious can understand it a bit more. And it's totally possible I got something wrong, so feel free to point it out when I do. I just like to dig into the nooks and crannies of information for things :3 2nd EDIT: Just for any future reblogs, I did get somethings incorrect in the above (not surprising), so here's some of the corrections I got:

@mangotangerine: "A tiny nitpick - it would likely be Louisiana Creole, which is one of the French-based Creole languages (Haitian Creole is prob the most well known as it has about 10-12 million speakers vs Louisiana Creole which has around 10,000 due to multiple factors but especially legislation in early 1920s outlawing it). Louisiana French is an umbrella term for the various French dialects/etc in the region (e.g., the dialect Cajun French)." (We actually had a whole conversation in the comments of this post and highly suggest looking down there in case you're interested in learning more!)

@alyssumflowers: "I am from New Orleans and a little bit of a language nerd. You're confusing some things here. Cajun French is a dialect of French. My great grandmother spoke it fluently, my grandfather in pieces.

Louisiana Creole is another language entirely. The word "creole" means mixed and a creole language is basically a mixture of two or more languages. Sort of, it's a linguistics thing. Anyways. Louisiana Creole has next to no speakers left and I've had a hard time trying to find somewhere or someone to learn it from because I really want to." (Always great to hear from someone who has more insider knowledge on the subject! So I wanted to give this it's share due as well, hope you can fine somewhere to learn it! /ᐠ > ˕ <マ ₊˚⊹♡ )

Thank you for the comments! My previous statement still stands about Al probably not speaking normal French, but I wanted these corrections still known and pointed out :3

[pankielovesfan]

How would Fan react when learning about the reveal? Read my fun long ramble!

I need to put this down somewhere. Here is my fun not so structured analysis!!!! this is something i think a lot about. of course I do.

I doodled a small little graph of reactions I think he would go through that I will elaborate on further in the paragraphs below. I'm not sure about the order but it'd be something like these stages when processing it - most likely.

This is analyzed from the idea that Fan did not previously predict this in any way or expect it, but I do also suspect he might know! (Which, I'll explain later for his reaction to that.)

Fan's an incredibly emotional and impulsive person, he would definitely have a strong outer reaction to the information. This may be biased coming from me since Fan is my favorite to analyze but aside from Suitcase he would probably be handling it the worst after being told about it, OR just having the most notable reaction! This is considering he was not made to be a contestant but to devote his love, identity, and purpose to the show, which makes him revolve around the show much more than anyone else - since it is a built-in interest in him that he's dedicated his entire existence to, even when he tried to build himself beyond it- he still surrounds himself with Inanimate Insanity even after his elimination. It is forever tied to his mind and interests contrary to many contestants who try to separate from the show and competition entirely.

Fan's most substantial development in Hatching The Plan was the fact that there were many possibilities out there for him to discover for himself (and that others were there for him through that change and discovery). While he recognizes this and states on Fan's Fantastic Features that he's trying to test his limit and push past his comfort zone (notably while in a safe controlled environment where this change can occur comfortably for him) he is still "stuck" in Inanimate Insanity whether he recognizes this or not. He is at Hotel OJ, surrounded by the contestants, and he is still on MePhone4's island, like any other contestant. While Fan has convinced himself that he is more than just a fan of the show and that he is improving as a person, this development is still slow (obvious, coming from a person such as Fan who struggles with it) and he is still heavily attached to the core of his personality - the core which he was built to be in the first place. His love for the show is so clearly his own dedication and passion, and it truly does feel like his own CHOICE to love the show as much as he does. Even if he was created for it, it is a part of him that he loves and puts confidence into.

I swear these earlier points play into this bear with me,

So once Fan is told he was created by MePhone4, after the initial shock dies down, he would be in denial of it, of course, as Fan would react to any new information he had not considered about the show. Some "It can't be"s and some "There is absolutely no way"s being said by him, especially if he had not foreseen this coming. An instinctive reaction coming from Fan (which would also apply to Test Tube) is immediately questioning it, wanting answers- most definitely from MePhone4 himself. I don't think he'd believe Cobs if he told him, maybe not even Suitcase or Test Tube, he'd need to find the evidence for it and piece together if this even made sense at all.

Once he starts to consider it and all the pieces fit together for him as he looks back on everything, he'll let go of that denial. That's when it first really hits him. One of his first reactions is positive. He'd find validation in the fact he was created specifically for the show, he'd be honored and glad he was an actual piece of the show- not just a viewer or contestant, he was actually part of the show he loved so much. Fan puts a lot of his confidence into being the number 1 fan of inanimate insanity, as everyone knows, and being questioned on this or having people challenge him always strongly shows his insecurity over it. But knowing that he quite literally is, without a doubt, the biggest fan of inanimate insanity- and that he actually had this purpose and that he was made for what he loved to do- that would validate him immensely. He would thrive on his notion for a while until the existential crisis started to leap in.

He'd try to be acceptant of it, and this time around he would be in denial of his own emotions. He'd try to show how well he was taking this and to pride himself in being the biggest ii fan ever, so he puts up a confident front which is obviously not normal to anyone who sees him. He'd try his best not to think about the other implications of his existence being made for reality TV. He would try his best to appear in control and unburdened to prove to both others and himself that he was taking it well. I don't think this stage in his realization will go on for long. I think this would fluctuate a LOT depending on his mood.

At one point he does start to question himself. He overthinks his existence and his emotions, and if they are genuine- what if what he feels is fake? Just generated love? What if he truly doesn't like Inanimate Insanity? What's a real feeling from him and what's a fake one?! A million thoughts that some may not even make sense but this is where the existentialism really gets to him. Every time he felt excitement or love for the show, was that even his own emotions? Was that just made by MePhone4 so he could get some appreciation for his show- and maybe he'd get mad that MePhone4 kept dismissing him. Maybe he'd wonder why he was made if he's not being recognized and rewarded for how much dedication- if it was even his own- that he put into appreciating MePhone4, a dedication that was going unnoticed or deemed annoying by him.

Something I mentioned earlier, about Fan learning to embrace new opportunities for himself and about how he was still trapped in the show. He realizes he is forever tied to the show, and all his attempts at making changes for himself and being more than just a fan suddenly feel... meaningless to him. All he was ever made for from the start was to be a fanboy of the show, and he had tried to build himself around that. But those efforts were for nothing if this is all he ever was- just a fan. That was his entire identity, he was never anything other than that. This is all that could ever come out of him. So what was the point in trying? His shell might've been the only place he'd ever felt safe in anyways- and once he remembers it, his old coping mechanisms seem incredibly tempting. Fan would retreat back into his shell. Things just seemed so much simpler if he did, he wouldn't have to deal with all this overthinking if he just stuck to what he was made for, something he already had found so much comfort and significance in. He uses his shell to cope once again, regressing, turning back to his purpose. This would be how he copes with this new information, by embracing what it taught him that he was. He'd be in this state for a while, he'd probably try to pretend he never even learned anything and creating a false reality of his own security. Being a fan is still important to him, and something he feels so deeply about that he's urged into fully embracing it again. early season 2 fan is back babyyyy!

Not sure how long it would go on for, or even how long it would take for him to go through these stages, but this is somewhat of the process I believe he'd have! I think Suitcase and Fan should have a talk about dealing with all of this. possibly. I feel like it will boil down to "if it feels true to you, that's all that matters." for Fan dealing with this. I could definitely see Suitcase saying something similar to him.

As for him reacting to it after already having theorized this would happen or at the very least suspect it, I think it would go similar to that one drawing I made. He'd be proud at first, and it wouldn't sink in as fast because his pride comes first! But to have it actually confirmed to him would then send him into that same realization as stage 3 of processing it. Something something, it goes the same after this.

Anyways i love fannnn i could talk about him for hours boy i love you i wonder if we'll even get everyone's reactions to the reveal or if they'll even tell anyone else but if we do Fan would definitely have a prominent reaction to it <- guy who loves fan saying this. look at this bias

[tigermark]

haechan bf scenarios ♡*ᯓ

paring : haechan x fem!reader

genre : fluffi

tw : established relationship (duh), mention of food, lotssss of skinship, pet names (pretty, baby, love)

a/n : i'm so happy that he's finally gonna come out with a solo later this year (｡･･｡)♡

bf!haechan who always has music playing in some form or fashion inside his house. you'll be in the kitchen making a meal for yourself, and he'll just walk in the room, humming whatever song is playing. he'll wrap his arms around your waist, kissing your shoulder before he rests his chin on it. "what're you making, pretty?" hyuck would ask, voice smooth and soft. you'd respond, offering him a bite which makes him smile. once you finish making your meal, he'd spin you around and insist that you dance with him. you'd agree, and before you know it, you're swaying with him while be gently sings the song to you. he'd get lost in the moment and pull you in for a kiss, his hands gripping at your waist. after a moment—maybe a few moments—he'd pull away and kiss the tip of your nose, his arm still wrapped around you. "don't let your food get cold baby," hyuck would say, walking away from you with a smirk.

bf!haechan who mocks you but in an affectionate way. you'd be scolding him for doing something absolutely stupid like going outside in the cold without a jacket and he'd just stare at you with a smirk while you rambled on and on. "you could've caught a cold out there!" you'd say after a pause of silence between you two as you walked up to him and threw your arms around him in a hug. hyuck would repeat your sentence back to you in a more whiny and cutesy way, making you roll your eyes at him. he'd giggle once more, just mostly loving to see how much you truly care for him. "don't worry love i won't do it again, promise." he'd say, voice extra soft so you know he's not teasing you once again.

bf!haechan who sits at his desk for hours playing video games. you'll ask him every 10 minutes if he's done to which he'll say "one more round baby, okay?" something you know is a lie. he doesn't mean to hurt your feelings, he just loses track of time easily. so, you decide to take matters into your own hands, pulling up a chair of your own next to him. it'd start with you placing your hand over his that's rested on his mouse, stroking his fingers softly. you'd then rest your head on his shoulder, giving his neck subtle kisses while he tried to not pant into his mic. at this point, his brain was fuzzy. once the match was over, his friends would beg for one more round and hyuck would absolutely refuse.

bf!haechan who's always cold and uses you as his personal heater. you'll be somewhere in public, like a grocery store line, and he'll nudge his hand with yours, sliding it up into your sleeve. "it's cold in here..." he'd say quietly but cutely, eyes drifting up to yours as he interwinted your hands. on occasion, he'd rest his head on your shoulder, burying his face into your neck, swearing that his nose is cold. despite this, hyuck will always give you his jackets whenever you say you're cold because at the end of the day he truly just wants to care for you. even if he uses this small tendency as an excuse to be clingy, it's still cute to see him muttering about how cold he is.

bf!haechan who always looks so pretty when the sun's rays land on his skin. it could be early morning, and the pink light from his bedroom window would beat off him, illuminating his face in the otherwise dark room. on hot summer days the bright yellow casted on his skin always made him look so warm and inviting; someone you just had to give a hug to. and most of all, when it's golden hour and the orangey hues from the sun illuminate the sky and his honey-like skin, making him look like an angel. either way, hyuck is the embodiment of the sun in many ways, but his vibrancy as a person never fades.

[barleyo]

Trailer Trash.

Neighbor! Leon X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: this is an older draft of mine that i recently finished up, i'm not too sure about it. this is such a testament to how much i love to "southernize" characters, it's comforting to make them feel like me. hope you enjoy it!

Tags: enemies to lovers, p in v, penetration, pussyjob, blowjob, pwp, not proofread, sort of ooc

Wordcount: 2.1k

Behind the broken screen door of Lot 13 resided a girl with low expectations. Life in the trailer park you had grown up in was stagnant; a constant, seething disappointment regarding your situation. Your double-wide was hardly a house, and damn it all if it felt like a home, but it was all your father scraped together to leave in your name once he passed. That, and a near negative credit score. 

With broken shingles and worse-for-wear plumbing, you roughed it out. Your floorboards creaked with every step, your AC unit was a shitbox, and the best thing your cable television could get you was the E! Network and Fox News, but it was somewhere to live, and it was fully paid off. For better or for worse, it was all yours. 

That didn't change the fact that your front yard was a mess of gravel and dead patches of grass. Truly, it was better on the inside than it was on the outside, but that could be said for most things in your life— all except for the sleazeball who recently moved next door. Blond, blue eyed, the whole nine yards that made the other women in the community swoon, but you couldn't help but feel odd about him. 

He was too good. Too primped. Too good for a place like this. He looked like a damn cop— the last thing you wanted living near you. God forbid a girl wants to sit topless on the porch of her own trailer. Then, it's "public indecency" and a "crime." Bless it. 

More than that, he was too nice. He fed right into the coupon-hoarding old women who stayed up the drive from you, sitting through their ramblings about their single daughters and mischievous cats, and which number grandchild they were expecting next. He stood next to the grimy, wanna-be and have-been mechanics who lived nearby, looking over their busted engines with his sleeves rolled up. Hell, he even lit up sparklers and cherry bombs for the bare-footed, hellion kids who couldn't be trusted with their own lighters. Everyone loved him, from the moment his sleek Silverado pulled up. 

Everyone except for you. 

Maybe it was his smooth talk. You learned to be weary of men with too much charisma, your father was the same way. Maybe it was his face. You simply could not understand why someone so chiseled and proper had to live in a place like this. It was hard to believe that Gap and Old Navy weren't seeking him as a model to plaster onto their walls. Most likely reason of all, though, was that you didn't like how happy he was. How could someone be satisfied, at all, living there? Where the asphalt cracked and the windows constantly rattled? Where every car was rusted over with bent rims? Where you were so unhappy, how could he make a half-decent life? 

Yes, you disliked him. That didn't stop him from trying to wiggle into your life, though.

Living alone gave you a strange, isolated sense of independence. It didn't much bother the people in the community, aside from a snippy, nosey, older woman who knew your father. You truly resented the man. Not only had he left you a shoddy trailer, but he left an even shoddier reputation around your family name. 

You sat on your porch, day-drinking with the decency to sip from your can rather than chugging it, while reminiscing about your father. At least he hadn't left you with a slew of younger siblings to care for. A girl you used to know wasn't as fortunate, with three younger kids under her wing since her mother dumped them on her. You wondered where she was now. Tired, no doubt, and—

"Your door's broken," Leon pointed out benignantly. "Storm busted it?"

You huffed, looking up at him with squinted eyes. You tried to bite back your venom, best you could. "Guess so. What's it matter to you?"

"I can fix it, you know. I'll bring my tools over."

Another huff, this time more offended than just annoyed. Who did he think he was? He didn't think you could fix your own door? Well, you couldn't, but who was he to assume that? Another ploy to play the lovable part, yeah?

"I don't take charity, Leon," you said, popping the tab off of your van and flicking it out into the yard with a grimace. 

He had the gall to laugh, a croaky one with his devil smile. "I'm sure you don't, but I'm offering."

"Well, stop it."

You stood up from your chair. Whether it was the heat of the moment or the liquor in your system that spurred you on, you got in his face the most you could tolerate, and scowled. 

"I'm not sure just who died and nominated you to be loverboy down the lane, but it won't work on me." A deep crinkle formed between your brows. "I've got enough on my plate, I don't need to owe you jack-shit. I'll fix my door on my own time."

As you slammed said broken door behind you, your shutters rattled, a slat breaking off. 

You lost yourself in the aisles of the local tool shop. What the fuck was circuit tester? All you could possibly need was a screwdriver and a couple of nails, bolts, or another. When did they start making WD-50? This was not a place for an amateur to peruse safely, at all.

You spent thirty good, strong minutes of your life trying to figure out how you were going to fix your trailer's door. Truthfully, you were planning to let it rock out until you couldn't physically lock it at night. A busted bolt and uneven handle didn't bother you, but Leon made your big mouth run itself ragged, to no fault of your own. The thing had a mind of its own, you swore. 

Maybe you could slap some duct tape over the hinges. That could work, it's how you fixed everything on the inside of your house, how different could it be? You pulled into the park with a game plan. Tape the door, have a drink, and if your television's antennae allowed it, watch an awful reality show alone. 

With your night weighing on your mind, you were slow to realize how your door was suddenly straight on its hinges again. Your hand halted on the knob, a rush of confusion flowing through you. 

Where was the chipped paint on the door? The tarnished handle? Hell, where was the dust and dried mud on the porch? 

It was normal for the place to look worse when you came back to it. You were used to its constant deterioration. Better, though, was foreign. You felt displaced, unwelcome by your own home. 

It was a wreck, sure, but it was your wreck to mend when you chose to. You were going to sand the scuffs off of the doorframe, eventually. You had the concept of the plan to one day replace the shutters. That was your right, and you didn't need someone else to do it for you, especially not—

Leon. 

Obviously, it was him. Everyone else was in their right mind enough to know to leave you to your business. He didn't get it, you couldn't understand why. You would have to teach him that you could handle your own well enough without his interference. 

"I told you that I don't want your charity."

You tried, you really did, so hard not to look at his body. Your were only human, and your eyes dipped at times, seeing the water droplets sliding down from his head, to his chest, and down to the towel wrapped around his waist. 

The one time you initiated an interaction with him, to yell at him, and he had to look his most enticing. 

Is this what everyone else saw in him? His firm, toned body, weathered just enough? Blue eyes that were brighter than you remembered them ever looking? Thick, arched brows that were now drawn tightly together?

He inhaled deeply, arms wrapping over his chest. "What the hell is your problem, woman?"

"Who are you—?" 

"You," Leon spat sharply, pointing his finger at you. His nails were short but jagged, and his digit was slightly crooked. You'd never noticed his small details like this. "I'm talking to you."

You wanted to take offense at his tone. Nobody spoke to you like that, aside from your father, and even then you snapped back. You were never one to sit quietly and let yourself be chastised, to be so quick to submission. 

"No one can do anything nice for you, can they? What is wrong with you?"

His words hit harder than they should have. You had always told yourself the lie of sticks and stones, and the harmlessness in words, but for some reason, his tone made you reconsider. A sharp sting set in your chest, pinching at your throat as it rose. 

He wasn't angry, as far as you could tell, but his exasperation was worse. The edge of frustration, the tint of chagrin was poignant. 

You hated to be undermined or questioned, especially by someone who hardly knew you, but you stood still and let him stare at you like a failed project. 

"I've made it far enough in this world without someone looking over my shoulder," you finally managed to say, your voice breaking more than you wanted it to. "What makes you think I'd need your help? I can handle myself."

He eyed you. For a mile-long minute, he watched your face tremble, holding back the hateful tears in your eyes. He could tell it was bigger than him playing handyman while you weren't around. 

"You know what I think your issue is?" His hand felt weightless on your shoulder. "You need to learn let people in."

You should have known this is how his house would look. Shag carpet, flat screen television, pictures from his high school days on the wall. You tried to ignore his covert self-absorption, focusing on the ache of your open jaw.

"There, let me in, all the way to the back," he mumbled, squeezing your cheeks with one hand. 

The rug burn on your knees was almost worth the view from between his legs. He sunk back into the leather of his couch, letting your throat work down on him. He puffed a goading laugh from his nose each time you went too far, gagging. It didn't bother him how your nails were digging into his Levi's, or how your tears were staining the denim. 

"See," he said, groans peaking through his teasing, "good things happen when you let 'em, baby."

If you were in a better headspace, you'd get him for talking to you so patronizingly, but right now, all it did was turn you on more. If you knew this was how you could pay him back, you would have let him build you a house from damn near the ground up, if he wanted to. Maybe that was just your dry spell talking. 

Leon's hand gripped onto your hair, tightly enough to pull you off of him. You felt the 'pop,' and looked at him in glossy, spit-soaked confusion.

He hiked you int his lap, shamelessly wetting his dick further on your slit. So selfish, but you suppose he earned it after weeks of trying to get you off of your bullshit. You spread your legs for him easily.

You wanted him, but your cunt seemed to reject him. Too tight, with slick ridges at forced him out when he tried to slide in. It was almost embarrassing, especially with how he kept tapping your entrance with his tip to test the waters.

He didn't mind teasing. Just the tip was fine by him, just as long as he got to feel you. Feel you he did, with your cunt leaking over him with need. It was painful to be so empty when you wanted him so badly, but his fingers found their way to your clit, so it was not all bad. 

His skilled finger tips pushed down on your clit like a button, using just enough force to have you bucking forwards. You reckoned he did that so you would take on the brunt of movement. Too good to make his own friction, hm? 

You still felt a certain way about him, despite how hot he had you. You still felt like he was too pushy, too involved, and too perfect to be true, but he certainly wasn't too good to stick around.

And he would never be too good to give you a fuck-and-fix when you needed it.

[everymeowandthen]

i got 2 ideas!

1. autism is much harder to diagnose in girls, so what about an autistic rin x a reader who thinks she s very weird and out of place until she finally gets diagnosed at a later age (e.g. high school)?

2. 2nd idea is a rin who is at bllk and nobody knows he s nd and maybe is overstimulated and decides to call reader? reader can be n.d. as well it doesn’t matter :)

i just love seeing any nd representation so its so cool seeing you write! obviously take care of yourself!

OKAY! this is suuupppeeeerrrr late ughh, but i love both requests!!! im a bit tired right noow, so i only wrote the first one if its okay.. im going to write the second one tommorow! ദ്ദി •⩊• )

honestly i tried my best but i'm not proud of this one.. i feel like the end is way too sloppy.. also this one is not nearly as like... romantic? idk, most of it could be taken as puppy love!

you match my freak!.. nvm it's just autism </3

you always felt like you were doing life wrong.

you didn’t get the rules—how to know when it was your turn to talk, why people said things they didn’t mean, or why everyone got so upset when you corrected them. like when you said whales aren’t fish during group time and everyone rolled their eyes. you weren’t being mean. you were just trying to help. but people always acted like facts were rude when you said them.

your teacher called you “very bright,” but also “difficult.”

you didn’t know how to be anything else.

lunchtime was the worst. you didn’t care about the games your classmates played. they called each other “besties” one day and “worst enemies” the next, and it didn’t make sense. if you liked someone, didn’t you just… like them? why did it change because someone stole a coloured pencil?

you stuck close to the people who didn’t mind when you rambled. mostly about things that weren’t really about anything—just whatever was floating around in your head. you’d start with “i had a weird dream last night” and somehow end up talking about why triangles felt friendlier than squares. most kids ignored it. the nice ones smiled. the mean ones told you to shut up.

you didn’t realise you were talking too much until someone pointed it out.

you learned to quiet down after that.

the day you met rin itoshi, it wasn’t really on purpose. it was raining, and your usual spot on the benches was soaked, so you wandered under the outdoor stairwell where someone else was already sitting. you recognised him. he played football with the older boys. never spoke in class. always had this look like he wished he was somewhere else.

you almost left.

but then he shifted over without saying anything—barely even looking at you—and left just enough space for you to sit.

so you did.

you sat in silence for a while. the rain made soft tapping noises above you. rin picked at the frayed edge of his sleeve. you could tell he didn’t want to talk, which was fine, because you didn’t either.

but after a few minutes, the quiet made you nervous. so you said something—about the rain, or your socks being wet, or maybe how the stairs looked like a mouth if you stared at them long enough. you didn’t really remember. you just started yapping.

he didn’t answer.

but he didn’t leave, either.

and when you stopped talking—half-embarrassed, ready to disappear—he glanced at you, blinked slow, and said, “you talk a lot.”

you flinched. “sorry.”

“...s’okay.”

and that was it. you both just... stayed. he was truly the only person you would have considered a friend in grade school, even beyond that.

afterall, he's the one who made you get diagnosed. sure, you were a bit late to notice that you were neurodivergent... but at least he helped you realize more about yourself, using himself of course.

oh goshhh im falling off already, okay well ill write autistic rin for the rest of my life idec

BUT ALSO, i can write for any bllk character!!! i really need more suggestions because i feel like i get worse and worse at rin everytime!!! i still love it tho!

im going to do as much suggestions as i can each day, im just so busy with football practice rn! (˃̣̣̥ᴖ˂̣̣̥)

© @everymeowandthen - don't steal my work!!!

[max-the-many]

Couldn't believe my luck when I came across this marvelous display. I just had to have them! All of them! Even though it would be a solo-beach day for me.

I would gather them, one bye one. Getting the first one somewhere alone was obviously the most tricky. I still am kinda awkward, getting to talk sometimes.

After waiting for quite a while with no one getting anywhere, I couldn't wait any longer.

I stepped close, still with no udea how to get someone seperated.

"Ehm, Hi" I opened with no one responding.

"Sorry?..."

Seeing them all layed out in front of me really got me all the more excoted. All of those well built guys, ready to be mine. Or almost. I couldn't help but imagine to hit them right here with those 4 shots I luckily had handy.

But this beach, although not as busy, sure wasn't empty either.

So I kept trying to get their attention until one of them lifted his head. He clearly woke up at that moment. They actually were asleep! It would have been so easy if I was alone with them.

But patient.

"I... sorry to bother you... can you maybe give me a hand with my car? I'm really sprry" I rambled.

Still dizzy he didn't get what I wanted at first. I mean, I myself was unsure of how I would pricede.

But after a moment, he stood up!

"Sure" he said, stretching his limbs after what might have been a good slumber. Seeing him like that made me crave to have him even more.

He reached for a speedo before he stepped towards me.

"Where is it" he said, hitting me hard as I was pretty stunned from his sight.

"Ehm, sorry, ehm..." I stuttered, before I lead him towards a pathway between the rocks.

It was the main access, so I still had to get him further.

"I... parked away from the usual spots. Turns out my car got stuck" I improvised, heading along the path away from the usual access points and bathing spots, finally stepping off of it aand into the sparce bushes under lightly scattered trees.

When he followed with noone to be seen I figured, that this is as good a moment as any from this point on. I looked around, pretending to search for the right way.

"I think this might be... this direction? Or...maybe there?" I wondered, pointing in a direction that made him look sway long enough so I could finally hit him with the syringe I felt in my pocket the whole way, ready to strike, pushing the serum into his hips in one well placed hit.

He turned around in surprise, looking at me while his eyes already got empty while his body froze.

I stepped towards him, grabbing him around the hips to bring him down on the dry ground to hollow out, frequently checking the progress, feeling his body, the body I would have the pleasure to try out myself in a matter of minutes, checking his bulge as I haven't seen what was underneath before.

Finally I got the speedo off, undressed myself to slip into his rubbery husk, closing it off as to seal the process, making it fully merge with my body, even adjusting my proportions and finally my voice.

"Guys?" I said when I got back, already feeling way more confident in speaking to them.

"Could you come to help with that guys car aswell?" I asked the first guy that lifted his head.

"Should I come, to?" the one next to him said.

"No need."

And like that I quickly got the other three, returning in the husk of the second one, luring the third away, even turning the fourth one right on his towel as the beach became more empty before I got the other husks from the woods, neatly wrapped in their towels.

"Guess what I got waiting for you" I sent to some of my buddies along with a picture of those three packages of towel, each one having their contains peaking just a tiny bit.

I really couldn't wait to meet up with my boys the next days. But I surely had some ideas for fun with my new gear until then aswell...

[haysaca]

Argus and her recurrent toxic yuris

Finished 2.1, was a fun ride, I think I have a few thoughts in mind but rn the most prevalent one is: Damn, I did NOT expect argus and tuesday to be more toxic than valenweis. So have a compilation of my reactions I guess.

Sheesh girlie is actually just taunting her to the extreme and I didn't even include her whole jab at her candy reliance. This is legit the perfect pair for the hatesex trope.

Like for a moment, I even thought tuesday was implying she banged and stole kayla here lmao

(its canon, poor argus got ntr'd, source is me I swear I'm not just delusional)

She just insulted her outta nowhere lmao. Though a delusional mind (not me) can interpret this as tuesday wanting to break argus down to tears.

Girl was actually rendered speechless 😭😭 Sorry tuesday she does not match your freak at all!!

She cannot be tamed at all and she's so real for that ngl. I'm so glad they went all out on her lack of fear/fear is her kink because I just absolutely adore unapologetic villains and she's definitely one, or rather a pretty good psychopath since she doesn't really care much for people, only their fears (I think, I haven't seen her story yet). Anyways argus made the right decision to dip, she CANNOT handle her freak.

That's about it for this toxic pair but I wanna talk about kayla too since I feel like she ain't a much better option for argus considering yknow, her identity and affiliations 😭

I know this is just an illusion by the motel but it'd be so fucked up if their relationship was actually this toxic, like the motel digs up stuff from their memories so this insecurity or perception of kayla had to come somewhere from deep inside argus' mind.

What's worse is, she could be right, considering kayla is a top tier of manus fucking vindictae 😭. Poor girl has insecurities of being wielded like a mindless tool, tries to assure herself that the woman shes pining and looking for is not that, only for said woman to be avoiding her because shes already served her purpose for her (I think, we'll see in argus' story I guess).

Though it could be a more mutual angsty case if we interpret kayla's smile as a sign she considers argus as more than that, maybe a pet instead :P (have high doubts she actually reciprocates her feelings the same way).

Poor argus cannot escape scummy women, hope she'll find happiness in vertin's suitcase because let's be fr she's joining us.

Also I absolutely love this particular quote because it's not just a jab at argus' trust issues but also an indirect one at her insecurity in her own image, her fear of hesitating, failing and being seen as incompetent (I think she has them? otherwise i don't really know what the townspeople in her hallucination are meant to signify).

Ok one last thought: I think argus' best shot for a happy yuri out of the entire 2.1 cast is legit with Ms. Karen Kimberly over here.

Because as hostile as their interactions are, their dynamic was pretty funny and nice compared to tuesday's harassment.

They radiate big bully x dumb bimbo energy, a pretty classic and tame rivalry dynamic. Kimberly's also the one with the least malicious/mean intentions towards argus, she doesn't want to harm or even use her, she just wants to eat!

So long as they take the time to talk it out and not point lethal weapons at each other, I'm sure they could get along in some way (looking at you argus, put that gun down and listen to your heart more, you big softie).

Alright that's about it for my ramble on argus and her misfortune with women, shoutout to @jeremy_exe on twitter for cooking up the only anjoargus art I've seen so far.

[oddmoy]

Personal (as in I'm not sure anyone will understand what I'm getting at but I wanted to write it down but I might delete) solavellan ramblings under the cut

The reason why I find Solas's letter to Lavellan so interesting is because it is sort of out-of-character-but-not-really. During the entire romance, Solas is usually the one pulling back, or giving-in to Lavellan's advances. And he is always balancing between what he knows is ethically right and wrong when it comes to her and their relationship. Which is why he comes across as so hot-and-cold (saying "we shouldn't" and then kissing her with his entire being, "I can't I can't I can't woooops ar lath ma vhenan). He is mostly quite grim, and formal, and is stuck in black-and-white thinking.

He has made the choice to walk the "dinan'shiral", to forfeit his own desires, and he speaks of it like it is the final word, a permanent goodbye (even though it kinda never really is). I would not have you see what I become. We can't be together because what I must do is kinda awful and it would be wrong to bring you with me on that path.

But then, he sends that letter. Like, somewhere in is mind, he still wishes it could be. To the point that he actually acts on it (which is probably what I find surprising) Maybe, if the ritual goes well and the "old world" is restored and vhenan is fine, maybe they could be together? Maybe, if she becomes immortal after the veil comes down, there is enough time for her to forgive him, maybe?

It is obviously very romantic to a mind-addled solavellan fan, but also, it is sweet because it is... almost silly? Like, I am slightly on the "the veil should come down"-team, and I am more interested in their romantic story than the actual plot atm so I play fast and loose with canon (what I mean is that I would definitely fix it in my brain so they could be together even if he brought down the veil), but if I disregard my escapism for a moment and access my logical thinking and the cold hard truth of Canon, he was, you know, causing harm to the people of the world. I kind of assumed that he had completely set aside thoughts of being with Lavellan, at least mentally, because he understands that the consequences of his actions will be severe - he has already committed to that path. To not be forgiven. But the letter?? "I cannot ask your forgiveness but I hope you come to understand. What I feel for you will never change". -> pls love me vhenan?

I don't know, it is just very interesting to imagine him writing that letter, big sad puppy eyes. Hoping - even though it is a little bit silly, morally. Maybe it was because he felt as though he was almost done? Did he have any plans after tearing down the veil? Was he feeling the cold empty dread of accomplishing one's goal? Did that spurr him into action? If he had almost fixed his "mistake" then there isn't really anything keeping him on the dinan'shiral. Stalking someone's dreams is obviously also a sign that you haven't quite let go haha, but that is in ~the fade~ and sort of "abstract" (I can picture him making excuses/lying to himself about that). Writing and sending a letter is an intentional action.

[fakeagatha]

Mrs Fletcher | Prof!Eve Fletcher x Fem!Reader | Chapter Six: Sore Tongue

Summary: Eve shows up to the university with an unexpected change.

A/N: This is probably the longest chapter I've written so far, even though the word count isn't that high. I'm quite proud of myself for posting another chapter so soon after chapter five! Anyway, please enjoy.

Warnings: Implied NSFW, Needles?, Alcohol Word Count: 2022 Genre: Fluff, Romance, Crack Date: 9/2/2025

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Two days after your "date" with Eve, Monday had made its return and you were heading to leave for class. You didn't feel like it, but honestly, you never do. Checking through some of your books, double checking that your diary was on your desk where it should be, you zipped up your bag and grabbed a couple of pens from your desk.

You felt lucky having a single dorm. It could occasionally get lonely, but at the same time, you were free. You could do whatever you wanted without being watched over, and decorated how you wished, hence to why you had a section of your wall dedicated to pictures. You would stand there and look at them often. Your parents, some pictures with Steve, some of your cousins, but you would linger on a picture of you and your ex girlfriend in the middle, Haley, in the dorm you shared in college. You wanted to forget about her, maybe to feel less guilty about everything, but it wasn't easy.

You shook your head, and left the room, walking to your first class: Latin, an extra class you had chosen to take. It wasn't too far from the dorms, luckily enough. As you entered the floor the class was on, Mrs Fletcher suddenly bumped into you as she was coming out from one of the staff bathrooms.

"Mrs Fletcher! Good morning, sorry for bumping into you." You chuckled, looking up at her, wearing that cute pair of glasses you thought suited her face perfectly.

"Hey Y/N," She replied, and her voice sounded a bit strange. As you spoke, you noticed something. You weren't trying to be creepy by taking a glance into her mouth, you just noticed it from the corner of your eye. Your eyes quickly darted back down to look at her mouth once again just before she managed to close it, trying to confirm what you thought you had just noticed. And it fucking was.

"Mrs Fletcher, what's that?"

Her eyes widened, "No'hing?"

"... No way." You gasped. "Mrs Fletcher, open your mouth."

Eve tilted her head downwards, trying to block your view, "Why?"

"You aren't fooling me!"

Eve couldn't help but smirk at you, looking away sheepishly at having been caught.

"You got a fucking tongue piercing."

Eve laughed a little, "hey, 'anguage!" She warned, playfully sticking out her slightly redder and swollen tongue, with a long silver bar. "I got a 'ittle 'ealous of your eye'row." She pointed to your piercing, which you actually forget is there because of how long you've had it. "I wa' fee'ing... rebe'ious. Go' i' done after our coffee. I wa' very swollen yester'ay, I'm jus' surprised I 'an speak a'ready!"

You couldn't help but smile like an idiot, who would've thought that your 45 year old professor would get a tongue piercing, of all things?

"Speak? I'm only just barely understanding you miss. How are you going to teach your classes?" You chuckle, "Are you even allowed to have a tongue piercing?"

Eve grinned, clanking the jewelry against the back of her teeth, "I don' know, an' proba'y not.

"Is that why you said you had somewhere to be on Saturday? You realized you were going to be late for your appointment?" You giggled, looking at her in amusement every time she spoke.

"Yah! I go' there late!" She exclaimed, making you laugh again, a sound Eve actually loved hearing. "I' was very scary, I don' like need'es."

You bit your lip, "That looks so painful though, I didn't take you for someone to do through with a tongue piercing." You joked, making Eve chuckle and nod in response.

As Eve tried to ramble on about how nervous she was, almost oversharing the nervous poop she had beforehand, you cut her off, "I don't want you to irritate it, why don't you tell me all about it tomorrow so you don't accidentally hurt yourself?" You offered, and Eve couldn't help but blush at your consideration. She nodded, poking her tongue out one final time before heading down the hallway.

Well, that just might have been the hottest thing you had seen in a while, and certainly NOT what you expected at 9am on a Monday morning.

Steve sneaked up behind you, attempting to scare you as if you hadn't already noticed him. He frowned in disappointment, and you put your finger to your lips.

"Don't go telling everyone but... If you, hypothetically, had to guess where Mrs Fletcher would choose to get a piercing, where do you think it would be?"

He looked at you in confusion, before smirking. "Definitely, her ni-"

"Don't."

"Fine. I don't know, her nostril or something?" He shrugged, and you shook your head.

"Tongue."

"Ouch, but-" His eyes widened in realization, looking at you for confirmation, "She didn't, there's no way, you're pranking me. I don't know why you'd choose that for a prank, it's a little weird-"

"Steve, I'm not joking."

He looked at you in silence, almost as if contemplating whether to believe you or not. "For real?"

"For real."

He started to laugh, and you joined in. It was so random, and any other person wouldn't believe you. Everyone knows that Mrs Fletcher is innocent (on the outside), and no one would imagine, not even in one hundred years, that she would do something so insane as a tongue piercing, especially since she once shared with one of her classes that she cried at 38 years old because she had to have blood drawn.

"Okay, I got to get to class, we'll talk later." You waved goodbye, and Steve headed into the opposite direction.

The rest of your classes went by pretty smoothly. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood, which was unusual. Normally you have to deal with at least one snarky comment or insult a day, whether it be from a classmate, or Mrs Evanora. Before leaving, you popped your head into Eve's open office door.

"See you tomorrow, Mrs Fletcher." You smiled, and she gave you a kind wave, indicating she probably couldn't really speak.

Eve finished her own work about an hour later, and took the drive back to her house, the thought of her bed being very irresistible.

She pulled up outside, and took a few minutes to water her flowers, admiring the rose bush that had started to bloom. She went inside and quickly replaced her work heels with a pair of slippers that were way too big for her.

She made her way to the bathroom, and swished some cold water through her mouth to soothe her tongue, unable to stop checking herself out in the mirror every now and then, making ridiculous poses, fantasizing herself as a tongue model. Wait, did those even exist?

She quickly changed into a gray tank top with some shorts, and got into bed. She opened up her laptop, and couldn't resist browsing online, looking at some things she probably wouldn't want anyone to know she was watching.

Sleep eventually overtook her, as she went into a slumber she so desperately needed, even though her day wasn't as tiring as it sometimes was. And, as if no time at all had passed, she woke up to her alarm blaring into her eardrums.

17:56

'How and when did two hours pass?'

Testing her speech, Eve found herself being able to talk again, to a comprehensible point at least, so after a brief phone call and her voice still groggy, she changed into a bikini with a plain black dress on top to head over to Amanda's house to relax in her jacuzzi for the evening.

Even at the last minute, Amanda was rarely busy in the evenings and was always open to a meet up, even if it's just for a chat. Eve doesn't understand how she does it, but she admires it, a little jealous of her social battery and availability, even.

It was already dark out as she stepped into her car, regretting not taking a jacket beforehand even though it wasn't that cold, but she really couldn't be bothered to go back inside to get one. She started the engine and turned up the heat a little bit, just to warm up the vehicle.

The drive to Amanda's was only around ten minutes, since she didn't live too far away from Eve, making it convenient to have wine nights together. She knocked on the door, pulling her friend into a hug upon greeting each other.

"Come in, mind turning on the jacuzzi? I'll bring us some wine." Amanda grinned, heading into the kitchen. Eve nodded, walking to the balcony window and stepping into Amanda's back yard. Despite the fact that the woman lived alone, her house was quite big, hence the big outdoor space.

Eve looked towards the side of the jacuzzi, and turned it on, watching as the bubbles began to form. She stripped herself from her dress and took off her heels, stepping into the warm bubbly water, letting out a sigh at the warmth which replaced the cold evening air on her skin.

Amanda came outside a few moments later, a bottle of wine, two glasses and a bowl of Cheez Its in her hands. Eve quickly stepped back out to help her, "You're going to drop something!" She mused.

"I don't like having to take multiple trips. If my hands can carry them, I carry them." Amanda replied, smirking, and Eve rolled her eyes as she helped her place everything onto the the jacuzzi wall.

They stepped back in together, and Amanda made a similar sound of pleasure at the warm water.

Anything new at the senior home?" She inquired, and Amanda shrugged,

"Poor Shirley had a fall, which startled Brenda so much she had a heart attack." Amanda sighed, looking almost unfazed.

"That's..." Eve froze, looking up at her friend with wide eyes, "Tragic?"

Amanda laughed, nodding, swaying her hand through the water.

"Why don't you come work full time at the university instead? If you'd prefer?" Eve suggested, sliding over to sit next to her.

"I don't think I'd work full time stocking up the library, the old people are way more interesting. Unless it completely shuts down, I'll stick with part time at the uni." She she shrugged, and the woman next to her nodded in understanding. "Besides, what's going on with that teacher's pet of yours?" Amanda teased, and Eve shoved her.

"Don't say that." She laughed, "But... She might have treated me to a coffee, or well, tried to. I paid for her when she wasn't looking."

Amanda's jaw dropped, setting her wine glass down to cover her mouth. "What?!" 

Eve nodded, giggling. "Yeah, I was there with some coworkers and she was having lunch with her friend behind us, and as I was about to leave, she asked me to stay for another drink." She explained further, making Amanda look even more excited with every word.

"Are you living in a book or something?" 

"I think I might be."

Amanda smirked at her, moving her arms to rest them on the wall, before wincing.

 "Ugh, my hand is still bruised because of you." She groaned, and Eve put her own hands up in defense.

"Hey, you offered!"

"Yeah, to distract you from the pain, you started squeezing the life out of my hand before the needle even reached you!"

"Okay but still, it was so worth it." Eve stuck her tongue out for emphasis, showing off the jewelry.

"The swelling has gone down so much!" Amanda exclaimed in surprise, making Eve nod excitedly.

"Yeah, before you know it, I can change it to that vibrating jewelry I found on Etsy last week-"

"Eve!"

"Sorry!"

Amanda shook her head, sighing, "What did she think of it?"

Eve's cheeks reddened, giving her a smirk. "Oh, she noticed immediately. Before anyone else did. I know I shouldn't have it in the working environment, so I am a little worried now..."

Amanda clicked her tongue, looking towards Eve's mouth again, "Well, if anyone calls you out, say they're a pervert for looking there."

"At my tongue?" She laughed, and the other woman nodded.

"Yes!"

Eve rolled her eyes at her antics, listening as she randomly began to talk about some of the trash she had to clean up at the university library, even though it wasn't part of her job. The night went on, and it didn't take long for the pair of them to become tipsy on a single bottle of wine.

[somehhuuuhh]

Masterpost!!! d(-_☆)

Hi my name is SOME!!? I have two sona's how does it work? Idk think about it like it's my alter ego

Ask- open

Request- open

More about me?

Ummm I kinda of awkward person so um yea

I have learning disabilities so I can't speak correctly, its hard for me to read out loud, and I spell like a 5th grader so like don't mind that

I'm a girl kisser and polyamorous so that means I'm okay to be with more than one panther

I'm a MINOR

My favorite character is Napstablook

My favorite ship is INKMARE (well duh I'm making a au about it)

I like to read believe or not! I don't read fanfics I read like actual books (Don’t Let The Forest In is my fav btw)

I like weirdcore :)

Boundaries

Remember this is my blog and my comfort space!

Um please dni proshipers/darkshippers, neutrals, Maps, pro-iseral, trump supporters, ect

Uhhhhhh don't be jerk

PLEASE don't spam under my comments and post. Spam rebloogs are okay!!! Just that if you're trying to get my attention just tagged me sm

My fandoms <3

Undertale

Dandy world

Yea that's all....

Um if you decide to use my art somewhere just credit me and if you don't that's fine just don't go around saying it's yours! Or I'll take your kneecaps 😊

My other aus/ blogs :3

@impostoris-m

This is my is au where Dream pretends to be sans. Um it's on HISTUS I'll may or may not continue it idk maybe? I kinda made this au without any plan soooo

@thesilliestgang

This is oc base blog for my ocs! I'll ramble on about them, draw them, ect :3.

@ask-clematis

An ask blog for my ship child of inkmare, Clematis *coughs* um well again I didn't plan things though. OKAY ILL STOP DOING THAT. . .MAYBE

What the point of feeling blue? (Inkmare au) #WTPOFB

This is my inkmare au :3 and I'm still doing it don't worry and guess what!? This time I plan this one so it's not so random but i didn't plan the dauloge tho. . .

Um you can read pg. 1 right here but beware it's old so. . .and where pg 2? Don't worry im finishing rn it will be done soon. . .maybe

[transfemme-shelterdog]

Just. Need to vent, kinda rambling sorry,

I hate how much transandrophobia discourse has made me afraid to just...have normal conversations and share perspectives with the rest of my community, for fear that it'll be interpreted as speaking over transfems (doesn't help that I'm autistic and super socially inept so I don't fully trust myself not to ACTUALLY speak over transfems by accident 😭)

Like, for example I saw a post about transfem subtext/coding in media, and I wanted to add something in the tags about how sometimes the subtext can be interpreted as both transfem and transmasc coding and it works either way, but I ended up just scrolling past because I was afraid of overstepping. And maybe in this case it actually would have been overstepping and it actually is one of those "valid point but make your own post" moments (I mean there were a couple people in the tags who felt transandrophobic because they were like, rebutting characters who are sometimes read as transmasc, but I'm not familiar enough with those characters to know if they were right or not, and that wasn't on the version of the post that I was going to reblog anyway), but this is just the most recent example of something that I've felt on several occasions at this point. And I feel like maybe it...shouldn't be like this? Like we should be able to all talk about our differing perspectives and go "oh I hadn't thought of it that way" and learn from each other and just, you know, be a fucking community

In a similar vein, I get nervous about discussing these sorts of things with my friends because my main friend group has a lot of transfems, and it's stupid because I absolutely trust these friends to not be transandrophobic, but I'm still scared for some reason :( like, I would have talked about this in the discord server with them if I didn't feel so anxious about messing things up somehow

idk. Maybe I need to step back from transandrophobia discourse for a while, I don't know if that will help though because I was noticing and being bothered by it since before I realised there was a word for it and actual discussions happening around it so discovering that the discourse was happening was kinda just a "holy shit I'm not just going insane!" moment, so idk if stepping back would even help really. Maybe I should just take the leap and be direct with my friends so that I don't have to deal with that slight lingering doubt (which is almost definitely irrational but like, I have trust issues 😔) but I can't think of a way to do that that wouldn't be rude or something. I just hate being so on-edge whenever I see discussions about transmisogyny

I just. need to say this somewhere, idk if there's any advice or reassurance anybody has I'm just too scared to vent about it without anonymity right now :( thanks for listening

( - 🐈‍⬛♠️I think this was the emoji combo I used last time I signed one of these?)

Well, I am a trans woman, and I don't see that or talking about your perspective as "talking over" me. I've had a lot of conversations irl and online with trans guys and I've always seen it as an educational/learning experience. I love hearing about the views and experiences of those not like me.

That's not talking over, that's just conversation. If you are told that this is "talking over" transfems, then that person wasn't worth your time anyways.

If they're not open to hearing you talk, and only want to talk themselves, that's a red flag and worth avoiding.

[neverbeentokansas]

O'Dessa: A Review

This is a preliminary review, right after I watched it for the first time, and there are SO many things to say about this movie, so let's dive right on in.

The costuming and design was stunning. Seriously. I loved how O'Dessa's character drew inspiration from Elvis and Bowie, although I think they could've gone ham with the lipstick for the climax and done some cool facepaint. Maybe not Ziggy Stardust's exact lightning bolt, for costuming reasons, but I think that would have been stunning. And Euri served LOOKS, in EVERY scene. I would like to give the costume team a crisp high five and an academy award. They really managed to capture such a queer feeling even in 'straight' relationship. Euri's heels, his masks, his HAIR- with costuming alone they made it very clear that he was not only the Eurydice of the story, but emblematic of the problems so many queer people face. Sexual violence, most of all. O'Dessa's look tending towards no makeup and simpler clothes really emphasized her role as a herald of the real roots of punk. Everyone forgets punk was born from poverty, in that those in poverty could, and would, change the system that oppressed them. Punk says 'fuck the world, we deserve a good life' and I think O'Dessa (the character) really represented that. Her country roots, irish name, just, ugh. O'Dessa is what punk is supposed to be.

The set design is great too. All the swirling colors reminiscent of oil, they hypnotic screens... very obvious about the anticapitalist and environmentalist themes, but the aesthetic slaps. I'm not sure about the hypnotism as a plot device, because as much as our technology is designed to addict us, we are still in control of ourselves. And I guess everyone in the movie could theoretically, as well, but it was almost too heavy handed, too much like 'ooh a spooky plot device you can't escape.' I would've liked to see someone (maybe Roach!) exemplify the agency everyone has, or maybe even have her pull O'Dessa away at some point. O'Dessa's character could have benefited form that, because as it is, she seems almost immune to it because she's the 'chosen one.'

Speaking of chosen one's and prophecy... I wasn't a fan of the prophecy. I think we could have had the exact same story without it. O'Dessa could have come from a long line of ramblers (preserving the idea of the seventh son), who had a spiritual encounter, carved the Willa, and received their mandate to ramble and change the world. All without the idea of a chosen one. She could have chosen herself, and I think that would make her character more accessible, more applicable to the world now.

Now, as for the story? I actually like this interpretation of Orpheus and Eurydice. It's not revolutionary, by any means; the whole movie is something of a mix between Hadestown and the Hunger Games, with a 'rock opera soundtrack' (although I think there should be a country in there somewhere.... just saying). It draws on the idea that Hades did trick Orpheus from the beginning, instead of the more classic approach to 'loving is looking back,' but I think that works really well. It's ultimately a story about the evils of capitalism and exploitation, so it fits: those in power will not give you a break. It just doesn't happen.

The whole idea of the reality show contest for a final wish really illustrated that point. Because ultimately what everyone would have wished for was a better life, and maybe (maybe) one person could have gotten it, but the whole thing was a scam for entertainment. The contest was a carrot on a stick. And honestly, a lot of reality shows *are* like that! They will exploit young, talented artists for profit by pitting them against one another. And when O'Dessa wished for something that was antithetical to the way Plutonobitch controlled everything, that thin veil of promise, the wish, was stripped away. If you can't tell, I really liked the ending.

There's one more thing I think they could have added. Priscilla, the Persephone of the story. I think it would've been interesting if she was Euri's sister, or at least knew Euri's sister, and gave O'Dessa her chance because of it. I think it would've emphasized how she, too, was a prisoner, which would have contrasted with Plutonovitch's behavior backstage and reinforced that the 1 percent really, really don't care. And if they act like they do, it's because they want something.

Anyway, that's all! I really enjoyed the music as well, but that's not my expertise. I think it's worth a watch, Sadie Sink and Kelvin Harrison Jr. were exceptional actors, and the queer themes really hit.

[simply-wlw-kpopstan]

Part 2 you can find part 1 here

Finding you wasn't hard for yujin since she knew you like the back of her hand, the problem was introducing herself. She's watched you for years, she knew where you would be at this hour if your friends didn't drag you out but even then she'd know where to find you. Your friends always dragged you to the same club once in a while and today was no different.

"come on y/n! Let's go out and find you a girlfriend" said lily aka your best friend.

"Oh come on, don't you want to meet your special person? They're not just going to show up you know!" Haewon called from the kitchen.

"they might!"

"you mean that girl you bumped into last month?" lily gave you a look, "have you seen her again since then?"

"no" you sighed, "i'm starting to think I made her up or something"

"maybe that wasn't meant to be." lily shrugged, "come on, please go out with us?" She pouted and haewon joined in with her big brown eyes.

"fine"

And just like before you show up at the club, dance and drink with your friends and just let loose for the night. Well that was until you saw her again, it almost felt like time stood still but in reality it was you who just stopped everything you were doing. Yujin had already spotted you when she entered and when you looked at her she smiled. Neither of you payed any attention to your surroundings as you gravated towards eachother, "hi" she smiles down at you

"hi," you smiled, "i'm y/n"

"yujin" she bit her bottomlip as she couldn't contain her giddiness any longer, "nice to see you again"

"Yeah, it is. I've never seen you here before?"

"I recently moved here" she had to pretend you were a stranger to her, "what about you? Are you from around here?"

"I am, I live close-by with two of my closest friends." you didn't hide your wandering eyes as you take her in. She really was beautiful but she had this magnetic pull towards her, you couldn't lay your finger on it but you swear you know her from some where else other than the falling Into her arms," This is going to sound crazy but I feel like I know you from somewhere? Outside of our first meeting ofcours"

"I've been around here a few times before. Used to come her with my father during his business trips when I was younger." she let her eyes trail over your body, " Are you here with someone?"

"with friends but we've been here for a few hours already." you couldn't help but wanting her for yourself. Lily and haewon wouldn't mind if you'd leave with her, in fact they'd probably push you out the door and scream you kids have fun after you.

"want to get out of here?" as you raised an eyebrow she realized how that sounded, "sorry, I didn't mean it like that you know. I meant to just get out of here and get some fresh air and stuff."

"do you always ramble out words like this?" you grinned, thinking you had the upper hand.

"never, I guess you just make me nervous." you both laughed and made your way to the exit. As you walked Into the street, the cold night air hits your face and woke you up. You quickly sent haewon and lily a text saying you met the girl again and were now leaving, haewon just send a fire emoji and a winky smiley face with their tongue out. "so... Would you like to go get milkshakes?"

"where do you get milkshakes at this hour?"

"you have a point, what if we make them ourselves?" She suggested with a smile, convenience store's are open right now and they sell everything we need. "

" why not" you shrugged and made your way to the closest store. Yujin grabbed 2 cups and milk while you went to grab the agreed flavor of ice cream. She quickly payed for everything and you both sat down at the window.

"alright, behold the best milkshake you will ever have" she grinned as she scooped ice cream out of the tub and Into your cups.

"I doubt it'll be the best i'v ever had." you watch her as she added milk to the slowely melting scoops.

"these will be the best because... ," she took a pair of chopsticks from the counter and began stirring it, "I made them with love."

You chuckled at the cheesy line but still accepted the drink when she slipped it closer to you. "is this how you pick up girls? Make them milkshakes?"

"honestly I've never done this before." she looks down at her shake as she stirs her straw, "I've always been on the outside. Watching people fall in love."

"Oh," you were a bit surprised at the honest answer. How was that possible? She was so attractive, it was hard to imagine her being single for her whole life but then again you weren't any better, "I know how that feels. I've met some people but never really connected with them on that level. My friends were all finding their lover's while I stood at the sideline."

"Do you believe in a soulmate?" you slightly choked on your drink as the words came out of her mouth.

"Uhm, I don't know. Like romantic or..."

"No specific thing just a soulmate. What do you think it means?"

"I guess for me," you stopped and thought about it, "maybe a person that you just connect with instantly? Friends can be soulmates too so I don't think it's supposed to be romantic. Just a person who you can talk to, unfiltered and you don't have to worry about saying the wrong thing."

"do you have one?" She carefully sips her drink as she looked at you.

"no, I don't think I do. I love my friends but I feel like you would know when they're you soulmate. What about you?"

"To me a soulmate is that person you can't forget about. No matter what happens they're constantly on your mind and you want the best for them even if that isn't you."

"do you have one then?"

"I think I might" she smiled slightly as she nibbled on her straw.

"what happened? If I may ask ofcours"

"promise you won't think I'm weird?" She asked and you looked at her confused but still nodded your head nonetheless. " There was this girl I saw years ago. I was with my dad and as he was working I saw the most beautiful girl I've ever seen but I couldn't go and talk to her. I kept thinking about her and I still do 'till this day. so I moved here in the hopes of seeing her again. "

" you saw her here? "

" Yeah, she was with 2 of her friends. " yujin wanted to tell you everything but knew she couldn' t so she opted for the other choice, rewrite the story in a normal way.

"have you seen her again then?"

"I think I have, she grew up though but then again so have I" should she admit it was you or would that be too bold? what if she scared you away?

"This might sound weird but the girl you saw back then, did she by any chance ride an awfully bright pink bike?" you hated that bike but it was a hand me down from your older sister. A few months after you got it you and your friends painted over it with a cheap spray can. You remember that day cristal clear as you had biked from you house to the main part of town but something always bugged you about that day but you couldn't remember what.

"not that u know of," yujin shook her head, "I think I was around 15? When I saw her she was hanging out with some friends at the waterfountain. One of her friends fell in and they took the other one with them and the girl I saw stood their laughing at them."

Realization dawned on you that you were the girl. You remember that day because you keep teasing jimin about it, she had fallen over her own two feet and tugged minjeong into the water with her. That was the moment you knew they liked eachother, they layed in the fountain as they kept looking at each other without saying a word but with shy smiles on their faces. "what did you mean with you think you have?"

Yujin didn't know how to answer, she really screwed that one up for herself. "I just..." she looked down at your hand as you placed it on top of hers.

"tell me, what were you doing at the club tonight? You were there on your own right?"

"Yeah, I just arrived when I saw you."

"you just arrived and then immediately leave with me the minute you see me?" you gently pulled her hands closer to you, "when did you realize I was the girl?"

"I always knew." she closed her eyes at the mistake she just made, "I mean, when you bumped Into me."

"I see." you smiled at her cute flustered demeanor, "so, in your eyes I'm your soulmate?" you leaned in a little and yujin's eyes drift towards your lips as she gulped.

"w-what?" She couldn't focus on anything but your lips, they looked so soft and she just wanted to kiss you.

"Do you think I'm your soulmate?" you grinned as you kept leaning in. Yujin just kept staring at your lips as she licked her own. "yujin?"

"Yeah ?" her eyes never wavered from your lips.

"what are you waiting for?" you catch her breath hitching, "kiss me already" She didn't need you to tell her twice and leaned in. After all the years craving for your kiss she finally had it, she was kissing the girl she fell in love with all those years ago and if it weren't for your soft lips against hers she would scold herself for waiting this long. You pulled away slightly and ran a hand through her hair, " If this happens everytime you make me a milkshake they really are the best."

Yujin smiled, "that can easily be arranged, all you need to do is ask." and sealed your lips with another kiss. She wondered if her dad was doing a happy dance when he read you had your first kiss with your soulmate and then pulled away as the second thought ruined everything for her. Her parents would know Everything, Includding when you would sleep together for the first time.

"are you okay?" you got worried as she looked uncomfortable, "did I do something wrong?"

"NO!" She was very quick to reassure you, "no I just... I remembered something my dad said and then him being in my head kind of ruined the moment for me?"

You laughed at the confession, "that's a very valid reason." she smiled and linked her hand with yours as you kept talking to one another. After all these years she finally found you and she couldn't be happier than she was. She finally had the girl and that without her father's help. She wondered if he would shoot you with an arrow or if that wouldn't be necessary. Her mother fell for her father without the help of an arrow so did that mean when mortals fall in love with an immortal being they wouldn't need the arrow? She put that thought to the side and enjoyed your presence for now, she'd visit her parents soon enough and then she would be able to ask them everything and perhaps ask her mother to hide your paper from her father.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Science experiment reader please? The angst is feeding my soul 🥹💛

Jason let you settle back in on the couch and left you in the library, still rubbing his sternum and clearing his throat.

But you stifled a groan. Now that you were awake, you were awake. And you would be until your brain decided it was time to sleep. Worst. Parting gift. Ever. You didn't dream unless it was nightmares and you couldn't sleep more than an hour or two at a time. Cycling between being practical narcolepsy and no sleep at all. Walk it was, then.

At least that wasn't super demanding and if you stuck to your path it would take you somewhere you could scream and cry to your heart's content- maybe if you wore your self out you could pass out for a while in your hammock out there.

So. You go in search of Alfred to let him know you were leaving- the last thing you wanted was a panicked search party looking for you in the little clearing you made. You didn't doubt people knew where it was. They ran trainings in the woods all the time. People rambled out there all the time. But, everyone pretended they didn't know about it, and you appreciated it. It was small. Tucked back in a gap in the old growth, where there was a sliver of sky. But the trees still damped the noise and you felt far enough from people to feel... free. Even if it wasn't really true. There were still other emotions at the edges of it all.

"That was a short sleep," The butler observed, frowning slightly.

"Yeah," you sigh. "It's just like that sometimes." You knew you could probably say Jason had woke you up. He'd get in trouble. But- he got himself in enough trouble without your help. And being petty wouldn't really keep you off his radar, where you wanted to be. "I figured I'd go on a walk."

"The fresh air would probably do you some good," he hummed. "I'll prepare snacks. And ice water."

"Alfred, today is your day off I can always grab-"

He waved away your concerns easily and smiled slightly, "Humor me,. I like to feel useful."

You huff, half smiling and shake your head. "Thank you."

"My pleasure," he said, "now on with it. Go find a book to smuggle out, I'm sure there's a nice sunny spot somewhere." And when you give him one of your rare actual smiles, he figures, a few minutes of putting junk food in your plastic Zoltar lunch box and water in a metal container with green sparkles is worth it.

Especially when you come back later. Green sparkly knapsack slung over your shoulder- probably holding a blanket and a book or two. Whatever solace you found out there, he hoped it was enough to make the pain easier to bear.

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Bruce paced and watched the clock glancing at Alfred, "When did she leave?"

"Not long after noon, Master Bruce," the Butler said, not bothering to conceal his concern.

"How did she seem?" he asked.

"Tired," Alfred recalled, "But in good spirits. She took her knapsack. I gave her a few snacks and some water. I assumed she was simply going to find some quiet spot in the woods to read. When she hadn't come back by dinner I thought she might have fallen asleep."

"Hn."

"So," Dick said, "She's probably not lost or hurt. She probably knows exactly where she is."

"Probably," Tim said. "The trick would be getting back in the dark without a flashlight."

Bruce scrubbed his hand over his face. When he'd left you you'd been dozing off in the house. Having finally hit the right balance of quiet and comfort in your brain to be able to rest. "I'll go and-"

"Or you could go," Dick said, pointing at the Bat signal visible out the window.

"Damn," Bruce sighed. "Dick You'll have to go." Not just anyone could go. Especially not if you were asleep. It had to be someone you knew. And if you were in the woods- if they had to go get you from there... well. You were going to need gentle handling. And Dick would be able to do it.

Dick nodded and stood up. Watching Bruce and Tim leave to get ready to go. "Alfred, is Jason around?"

"Master Todd is unaware of this currently, I believe," he said.

"Can you keep him that way?"

"I can try."