#idk at this point i think the universe is mocking me

[mrooops]

really wanted to make a project with these arts (a book about the biographies of some bands) but one girl took it for herself and i thought we were friends lmao

[jce93]

thry have the perfect sun/moon dynamic but u guys arent ready to hear that js yet 🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫

[earlysunshines]

secret rhymes - 11. roomie (half-written)

a/n: and random idol landed on yujin (idk much ab her but hopefully enough for this to be accurate... hopefully)

the sound of the door creaking open pulled you from basically every thought racing in your head. you turn to see a girl stepping in, with a bag slung over her shoulder and a drink in hand. she freezes mid-step as she catches you in her eye, blinking in surprise.

"oh!" she says softly, though her voice carries a slight edge of surprise. "i didn't think you'd make it today."

"yeah, um, surprise?" you offer a shy smile, stepping aside from where you had been standing by your side of the room (the side with literally nothing present). "i just got here yesterday... stayed at a, um, friends place before arriving. you must be my roommate?"

"looks like it," she says, recovering quickly. she walks over and plops down on the edge of her bed. "i'm yujin, ahn yujin."

you look down at her extended hand before reaching over to shake it. her smile was genuine, and it eased you a bit.

"nice to meet you, i'm l/n y/n."

she tilts her head slightly, eyes scanning you a bit before she mutters, "this feels kinda real now."

you laugh softly, nodding as you sit on the edge of your bed. "yeah, it's kind of surreal for me."

there was a moment of quiet as yujin began sipping on her drink, and you began to unpack the bag beside you a bit. the silence wasn't that uncomfortable, you've been through worse, but it hung in the air like a question waiting to be asked.

"so," yujin starts after a beat, glancing over as you take out a pair of slippers. "are you nervous?"

"oh for sure," you admit with a slight chuckle. "you?"

"same." she says, laughing lightly. "but i'm kind of excited too. it's a very weird mix."

you nod, sensing the tension in the room dying down. "where are you from?" you ask.

"daejeon," she answers, "kinda far... so it's a bit different. i've never been so far away from home, but i got a nice scholarship here."

"that's funny, it's the same for me." you explain, "i'm actually from new york city, so this is really... different. i've been a couple times but... living here now? and university? it's kind of insane to me still. i got a full ride, couldn't turn it down, especially at a place like yonsei."

her eyes widen a bit, genuine curiosity sparking in them. "new york? wow. that must be amazing..."

"it has its moments," you respond with a shrug. "it's loud, crowded, and overwhelming sometimes. seoul seems a bit more peaceful, at least where i've been to in the past and yesterday."

yujin laughs at that, her eyes crinkling at the edges. "i guess every place has its ups and downs."

"i guess so."

the initial awkwardness completely melted away as you both talked about your hometowns, your expectations for college, and little things like favorite foods and your love for music. yujin had an easygoing way of speaking, and you could tell she was the playful type as she reminded you of some of your own friends. she was always attentive even when you weren't completely facing her as you unpacked, smiling at you in a way that made you feel like you'd known her a little longer than just a few minutes.

"i feel better now," yujin admits at one point, looking up from where she was folding her own set of clothes. "meeting you, i mean. i was worried i would get some super serious roommate, or someone really hard to get along with -- really just someone pretentious."

""well... am i any of that?"

"oh, far from that. trust me."

you snicker, "i'm glad. but i might be like that if you touch my snacks..."

"what? i would never. well... i do love snacks, so it depends." she gasps in a sort of mock offense, making you giggle.

"right... we'll have to see." you tease. "i think we're off to a good start for now. if you take my snacks, i might have to take yours back though..."

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[maxdibert]

Agree with your last post. I'm so annoyed by people putting Pandora with Regulus, Barty and Evan or Dorcas with the Slytherin gang or idk what else. Like Pandora was Luna's mother, why are they making her to be friends with canon death eaters? Dorcas was killed by Voldemort personally, why are they making her to be so young? Idk it's making me sad that people don't even try to respect the canon story and its characters and expand upon that. Instead they completely butcher it. I understand having fun but these headcanons have completely overshadowed the correct information we have and people now pretend like they have some canon merit.

Pandora is Luna's mother, and that's all we know about her. At what point does she magically end up being the same age as the Marauders? Why turn her into a Rosier? Where did the ridiculous idea come from that she was best friends with Barty Crouch Jr.? Like, hello? She's not Luna's mother; she's just an OC someone made up to fit their narrative, and they justify her existence by saying she’ll eventually become that Pandora. End of story. Like everything they write and do. Their Marauders aren't the real Marauders. That's not James; it's some random guy they invented and slapped his name on, and the same goes for the rest of them. What even is a Dorcas Meadowes? Is that something you can eat? And what's a Marlene McKinnon? Nobody cares—they're not real characters. We don’t care about them, especially if you only include them to hit a lesbian target audience or so the stories aren’t overwhelmingly male-centered and ridiculously problematic because the female presence and relevance don’t even hit the minimum gender quotas from two decades ago, like…

They say "fuck canon," but only to have an excuse to whitewash psychopaths and portray them as twink icons. It makes no sense. I insist: they could create their own lore within the Harry Potter universe. Take all those OCs, remove the canon names of characters they have nothing in common with, give them original and unique names, and create a new category on AO3 for the lore you've created. You wouldn’t be the first to do it, and it’s totally valid. And stop setting the stories in the '70s because all those OCs with canon names act like Gen Z kids—or even Gen Alphas—living in pre-Thatcher Britain, like, what the hell?

The best thing about the First Wizarding War universe years ago was that the CANON was unexplored, and you could create fascinating things. But always based on the CANON. Because no, “fuck canon” doesn’t work, because if you say “fuck canon,” then you're just talking about characters you don’t like. You say you’re a fan of Sirius Black, but you’re not a fan of Sirius Black. You’re a fan of an original fanfic character with traits that have nothing to do with Sirius Black, but you slapped his name on it—why? Sirius Black was the tallest, most handsome, and most masculine and violent of the Marauders in canon. He wasn’t a girly, whiny twink. Rowling spends the ENTIRE saga CONSTANTLY emphasizing how masculine, how macho, how handsome, how masculine, how handsome, and (again) how masculine Sirius Black was. Over and over. The only other character Rowling insists so much on describing physically is Snape, but only to constantly point out how ugly he is and ironically assign him FEMININE traits. Snape, who is canonically unattractive but also canonically not masculine by patriarchal standards, is someone super macho types like Sirius mocked precisely for that.

I think the problem with this fandom is that they want to be the protagonists, the cool kids, the main characters everyone admires. But the reality of the canon is that both the Marauders and the pure-blood Slytherins of the era would have hated, mocked, and marginalized people with the characteristics fans assign to these characters in fandom. That Sirius the fandom adores wouldn’t have lasted half an hour with the real teenage Sirius Black, who would have bullied him immediately for being “weird.” The fandom’s James would have been ridiculed by canon James, who would’ve seen him as a total loser. Fandom Barty? Canon Barty would’ve Crucio’d him to bits. Canon Regulus would’ve paid someone to drown fandom Regulus. And yes, that Severus fandom invented—a sort of rapist or something—would’ve disgusted canon Severus, who didn’t even dare say anything to Lily. But honestly, who’s that fandom Lily? Because canon Lily didn’t know what feminism was and was dying to have a traditional family before 20 with a rich guy who could give her financial stability. Like, seriously, xD.

I’m sorry, but your OCs wouldn’t last half an hour in '70s Hogwarts because both sides would tear them to pieces. And in the end, all the “fuck canon” rhetoric is just a way to deny that they need to project themselves as protagonists, but they know they never would be in the Marauders’ lore because, in that context, they’d end up as bad or worse than Snape. And that’s precisely why they hate Snape so much—because that character constantly reminds them that, in fact, the Marauders were bullies. And they were bullies to those who didn’t have the looks, social class, appearance, or clothes deemed acceptable. Snape is actually the closest thing to themselves that fans of the Marauders will ever find, and that reminds them that in that universe, they would’ve been the nerds, losers, and outcasts of the class.

I’m sorry for being so harsh, but it’s true. They’ve invented characters in their own image, slapped canon names on them to feel important and central, but the reality is that the actual canon characters would’ve bullied them so much they’d have ended up the same or worse than Snape.

[saintzweig]

I’m back. are you sick of me yet. anyway!! I’ve been OBSESSED with the idea of patrick studying law, like idk that just makes so much sense and with that I propose to you: patrick on the mock trial team, or speech and debate. all of the guys on the tennis team think he’s a fucking NERD for doing it, art thinks it’s cool tho! tashi is his go to for practicing his debates before tournaments and she purposely plays devils advocate to piss him off majorly. BUTT going back to u saying reader being a like.. journalism major and working for the campus newspaper, imagine her covering a speech and debate thing and seeing patrick and being like, hm fuckin nerd, but then she goes to a tennis match the next week (bc a friend of hers is like. obsessed with art or some other guy on the team) and then she realizes that guy on the speech and debate team is on the tennis team and he’s like, actually really hot. and then that night she’s at a frat party and she’s getting pulled into a bathroom by a hot as hell guy and, surprise surprise, it’s patrick again. he writes his phone number on some university promotional flier for speech and debate in bright blue pen (using art’s back as a table) and she dies right then and there (and every weekend after when his cock is in her mouth for “stress relief”) - 🎾

(I fear I need to come out of fanfic writing retirement.)

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONGG i thought about this hard with the very little juice left in my brain. not proofread bc its 3am ... might make the smut part a whole fic :")

you walked into the auditorium, a ‘stanford daily’ id hanging from your neck and a DSLR camera in your hands as you made your way through the sparse crowd to your assigned seat. you're in your third year of uni and elected co-editor in chief at the standford daily, so your job is mostly looking over the process and production of the weekly paper– this meant that you haven't been assigned to cover an event in a while given that you were the one assigning them. but the student who was supposed to cover this debate got sick, and no one else was available so you took it upon yourself to do the job. 

you were surprised to see tashi duncan and art donaldson a few rows in front of you, talking amongst themselves. they're well known on campus, being on the tennis team. you haven't seen or read anything about their life outside of the court, but why a debate event on a tuesday morning? were they that bored? or do they genuinely think that these events are entertaining? 

your unspoken questions were answered when the debate team was called to the stage, and there stood patrick zweig with a smug look on his face. you've never seen him in person before but he was a usual subject in the paper– being a reckless and easily agitated but damn good tennis player. now you're finding out that not only is he on the debate team, he is the captain. and a pre-law student? does this guy come from money or is he just a fucking nerd. 

you've always thought debates to be boring, even if you're a liberal arts student. but patrick zweig proved you wrong. it was mesmerizing to watch how smooth he was with his arguments, he knew the right words to say, the right points to make and the right buttons to push. he riled his opponents up but in a way that doesn't cross the line and break the rules. it was mesmerizing to watch him smirk, as if he found joy in proving others that they're wrong. you didn't even notice that you're on the edge of your seat, squeezing your thighs together. 

you brought the camera up to your face, squinting as you focused the lens on the members of the debate team. and as your camera pans over to patrick, he was already looking directly at you. smirking as he watched you falter for a moment before snapping the photo. you left in a rush as soon as the event ended, heart racing against your will. what the fuck was that? 

two weeks later, you find yourself being dragged by your best friend to a tennis game on campus. stanford versus pepperdine. the men's team are playing today and your best friend bribed you with food to get you to come with her and cheer art donaldson on. the first match started and it was a doubles, art and patrick versus two players from the opposing side. if the sight of patrick defeating his opponents in uniform got your heart racing, be prepared to see him do it in shorts. his thighs were godly and you couldn't take your eyes off it. 

you finally saw him play, seeing his personality on court that everyone was talking about. his serves were unusual but his backhands were fucking hypnotizing. the sounds of the ball being hit back and forth vibrating in your ears, your heart almost exploded when you heard how loud his grunts were as he plays. like before, you found yourself at the edge of your seat, squeezing your thighs together. 

during the break, patrick took the time to scan the crowd before his eyes landed on yours. your mouth gapes slightly open as you feel him stare into you, his lips parted and wrapped around the mouth of his water bottle, the liquid dripping down his chin. he wiped it away, sending you a wink. you don't think you've seen anyone this hot before. 

as if dragging you to a tennis game wasn't enough, you found yourself in a party at some random house that you (unwillingly) and your friend crashed. however, as soon as you walked in, she was taken out of your grasp into a bedroom by her situationship, leaving you to your own devices. you decided to grab a cup of the horribly sweet yet bitter punch in the kitchen before making your way through the house, dragging your fingertips against the wall and feeling the vibration of the music. 

you yelp as someone grasped at your arm and pulled you into the bathroom, the punch nearly spilling all over them. it was patrick, smirking down on you as he crossed his arms, flexing his biceps against the fabric of his polo shirt. “you're a journalist, right?” his voice was soft towards you, unlike the tone he used in the debate and unlike the rasp when he yelled victory during the game. 

you nod, a tinge of pink dusting your cheeks. he smiled at your appearance, you look so tiny next to him and the way you looked up at him, jesus. 

he grabbed a pen from his pocket, placing the cap between his lips as he pulled it off. he takes your arm, pants tightening as he took in the size difference of your arm against his. he chuckles lowly, scribbling his number on your arm. you only stared at him, the proximity making your core throb. “call me, yeah?” he smirks, patting your cheek gently with his large hand before exiting the bathroom. leaving you frozen and aching. 

[franksoceanwrld]

STAR SHOPPING

modern! aegon targaryen x fem!reader.

notes: first time writing hotd or any x reader, anyways i hope this isn’t that bad lol, also i just made up your girl bestfriend (raven), kinda based on star shopping by lil peep?? also i was listening to godspeed by frank ocean while writing this. also you might ship jace x reader oops.

summary: you’ve always had feelings for your bestfriend aegon, but then your other bestfriend raven and you get invited to a party.

warning (s): ANGST (we love angst), sad reader, your other bestfriend being a bitch, toxic friendship, alcohol, jace kinda being friendzoned?? idk if there’s others..

“come on! don’t be a pussy!” your bestfriend raven spoke, laughing in almost a mocking way.

you met raven on the first day of university, that was three years ago. there’s been guys that you’ve liked, but she’d always date or hook up with them. you confronted her about it three months ago and she promised that she would stop, and she’s lived up to her promise. so far.

she’d known of your little crush on aegon, she always flirt with him but he’d always shut it down which was surprising because aegon craved every females attention but you.

“raven.” you looked at her, giving her a disapproving look. “we went to one last night.”

“so? and the one last night was boring.” she huffed, “and aegon is going to be there.” she nudged your shoulder.

you looked at her, “fine! but if you get drunk, i’m not driving you home again!.” you sighed, but you knew that you’d drive her anyways.

“yes!” raven exclaimed, raising her arms above her head. a sense of dread filled your stomach a sense that the night wouldn’t end good.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

when you guys both arrived to the party, cars littered the streets, the pounding of the music left your head aching almost. you looked around the house, familiar faces from kings landing university littered the house.

raven screamed happily, and ran over to someone. aegon.

you walked over there, grabbing a glass of something but you didn’t care. something stirred inside your stomach as you watched raven put her arms around aegon’s neck.

aegon looked suprised almost, and he looked uncomfortable. which was surprising. he looked over to you and smiled, the smile that only you could see.

you’d normally never drink at party’s, normally looking after raven or aegon or both. you put the cup to your lips and drank out of it, a burning sensation going down your throat. you shook your head at the feeling and drank some more.

“y/n!” a voice called you over, you looked away from aegon and raven, seeing jace. his real name was jacaerys velaryon but ‘jace’ seemed more easier.

“jace!” you smiled to him, and quickly ran over to him and hugged him.

“i didn’t think think you’d come.” jace smiled, stepping away from the embrace. the vibrations of the music seemed like deja vu from the night before.

“well, raven kinda made me come.” you took another drink of the cup.

“well, she looks very occupied right now.” jace raised his eyebrows. the curls on his head bouncing with every step he took.

you looked behind you and saw raven smiling at aegon. that same smile she did when she found out you liked cregan stark.

raven wouldn’t take aegon like the rest of the boys you’d like. right?

you tried to take another sip of the drink only to realize that it was empty and suddenly you needed more alcohol.

“where’s the drinks?” i yelled over the music getting louder. jade pointed to the kitchen and you hurriedly went there.

you didn’t know how long it had passed, the more alcohol you’d consumed the more you felt yourself drifting away from reality. hours felt like minutes and the party seemed to get louder with every second. you were surprised the police hadn’t been called yet.

you found yourself stumbling in a dim lit hallway, bumping into people who looked at you like you’d said various insults to them.

you wondered where aegon was, you’d hope he wasn’t with some girl but you knew that wasn’t true. after all he was aegon targaryen.

when you got to the main area, the music got louder and louder, people trying to speak over it but failed, there were people making out on walls and couches but no sign of aegon or raven.

amongst the chaos, you saw the backdoor. you needed air, the smells of sweaty bodies and the lack of fresh air make it feel claustrophobic to you.

you stumbled around the sweaty bodies, some asking if you were okay. you finally got outside and a sense of peace filled you.

you walked outside to the middle of the backyard, you weren’t alone tho. there were people who talked to each other and some making out with each other, and some were crying with a friend. typical party tho…

you breathed in the fresh air, happy that you didn’t smell sweaty body’s, you took a drink out of your cup, the burning sensation you liked so much filled your throat again.

you looked up, the stars and moon illuminated your face.

as you looked at the stars, the music inside the house seemed to get blurred out.

you smiled to yourself, feeling the effects of the alcohol.

you wondered how dumb you looked, standing outside a party looking at the stars smiling to yourself.

someone tapped your shoulder, bring you out of your trance. “are you good?” jace asked, looking almost concerned.

“y-yea.” you hiccuped. “why would i not be?” your words were slurred, it was a miracle that jace understood you.

“i just-you.” jace paused, trying to find the right words. “you normally don’t drink this much..”

“it’s fine!” you slurred out, placing a weak hand on his shoulder. “go bother someone else!”

jace looked almost hurt when you said that. jace nodded and left you with your drunken thoughts.

“whatever.” you muttered to yourself.

you continued to look at the stars, not caring who saw. you wondered how much minutes went by.

when you tried to take a sip out of your drink again, nothing came out.

the rain slowly started to come down, people running to get inside, the party still going on.

you cursed to yourself, and ran inside. wanting to get another drink, your head was starting to pound now.

you tried finding the kitchen, but bodies were blocking your way of seeing. you stumbled into the front of the house, it was less crowded but it still had people making out, talking and other things.

you pushed through the crowds of bodies, desperate almost to find the thing you were craving. then you stopped.

you saw the familiar head of silver locks, pushing a dark haired woman on the wall and kissing her.

aegon started to kiss the woman’s neck, the woman smiling in pleasure. raven.

your gut twisted in a way of betrayal, shock, hurt and jealously.

you felt like crying. raven always got her way with guys, the guys that you liked.

suddenly you felt sober already. raven looked at you with a look of shock and proudness. she knew you’d always forgive her.

you ran out of the house, throwing your cup into a pile of trash.

you ran down the driveway, the rain felt heavier this time, drenching your hair, your mascara going down your face.

you stepped onto the street, trying to get the image out of your mind.

your tears mixed with the rain, your clothes were now soaked to this point it was sticking to your skin.

the more you walked away the quieter and quieter the party got. you didn’t know where you were going but it didn’t matter.

you continued to walk down the street, the sound of the rain hitting the ground and nearby cars and the image of raven kissing aegon and the smug look on her face when she saw you, corrupted your mind.

the more you saw that image the more you wanted to run away and never to be seen again.

[sinsandsweetness]

rickyl x fem!reader but it’s her birthday, and they wanna make their girl feel super special:). like reader is super sweet to everyone and she’s kinda a crybaby but rick and daryl love her for it and mock her for it which only makes her cry more:( idk if you write for stuff like that but i think it’s a great idea!

note- ok anon I love love love crybaby!reader, so thank u for this prompt. not sure if you wanted fluff or smut... so I went with my gut. If you wanted fluff, just tell me and I can whip up something else:) (Also, everyone I know always tells me that they cry on their birthday... is this a universal experience? I never understood it lol) let me know what u think <3

warnings- smut obv. 18+ content, mdni. crybaby!reader, dom!Rick and Daryl, teasing, edging, light dacryphilia cause it just comes with the territory, not proofread well. (I went down an edging rabbit hole on p*rnhub so… this is just the inevitable result of that)

NOT YET, SWEETHEART

"What's wrong?" Rick asks all gentle, approaching you, rubbing your nose with your sleeve. Sniffling away on the bed.

"I broke it." You swallow, pointing to the couple flowers still lying on the floor. Hand picked by both of your boys. Set up as a surprise on your dresser with a note so cute, you’d have it tattooed on your body if you could. It was so sentimental. So sweet.

They knew that you didn't care about gifts, just the thought people put behind them. The part that made you emotional was the little polaroid stapled to the card. A picture of you and them during the last summers Fourth of July celebration. You didn't even remember someone taking a photo that night, but it’s definitely your favourite picture of yourself ever. In between the two men, arms around your waist and sparklers lit, holding them up to the sky. It’s perfect.

So you loved their gift, but you were trying to move it. Just so that it could be on your nightstand. Where you’d be able to smell the fresh flowers while you laid down in the clean, satiny sheets. That’s when it slipped. Not realizing how heavy it was and then fumbling with it. Crashing down onto the hardwood and breaking into a million shards of glass and broken stems. You tried your best to sweep it up, slightly blinded by your tears. You ruined their gift. Petals strewn all over the ground. Water everywhere. The broken vase now sitting in the trash bin, along with your self-esteem. It was awful.

A tear rolls down your cheek, and you can hear Rick laugh a little.

"Don't laugh..." you whine, covering your face.

"I'm not laughing, it's just cute. You're cute."

"You are laughing. And now Daryl is too... great." You plop back onto the bed. Daryl must have followed him upstairs and was now leaning against the doorway, biting back a smile at the sight in front of him; your head bouncing slightly off the plush mattress, hands still covering your wet cheeks.

"Thought you had a good day... what's making you cry, baby?" Daryl asked, approaching the bed as well. Both men on either side of you. Hands brushing your knees.

"I did!" You breath in a shaky breath. More tears forming, threatening to fall. You really did have a great day. You woke up in between them. Had some blueberry pancakes for breakfast. Read in your hammock the entire afternoon. Plus, had a surprise party at Carols with cake and candles and everything. It was the sweetest birthday you could ever imagine. You felt so special. So loved by your whole group. And then seeing the gift that Rick and Daryl left in your room, the photo and the flowers. It was just so beautiful. So thoughtful and caring.

"Then why all the tears, doll?" Daryl asks as Rick grabs your wrist, pulling it away from your face. Smiling down at you.

"Everyones just been so nice n' then your note was just so sweet and special, and- and then I- I broke your gift..." You explain.

“It’s not a big deal, hun, we can go get you a knew one.” Rick tells you.

“But it was a present. It won’t be the same.”

"It’s just a vase, baby." Daryl chimes in, hand running up your thigh. Sending little tingles down your spine. He didn’t get it. It’s not just a vase. It’s a vase that they picked out for you. Special for you.

"And besides, that's not our whole gift, sweetie. You know that, right?" Rick asks. Propping himself on his elbow, down next to you.

"Hm?" His comment piques your curiosity. Momentarily forgetting about the flowers.

"Yeah, we have one more. Its realllyyy special. Just for you. Our sweet, sensitive girl." Rick tucks some hair out of your face and you start to catch on.

"Oh." You whisper. Daryls hand now under your dress, tracing the little bow on the front of your panties.

"Mhm." Daryl says against your neck, his soft little kisses being pressed into the skin.

“What is it?” You voice is all breathy. Trying to think clearly even with both men’s hands starting to roam.

“Mmm I think it’s a little easier to show then tell. Don’t you agree, Daryl?”

“Yeah. Why don’t you relax and close those pretty eyes.” Daryl offers and you can hear them start to shift. Your lids immediately fluttering closed at his suggestion.

“Let us give you your special gift, huh?”

“Okay,” you say hesitantly. Awaiting their special gift. Your panties being peeled down your thighs achingly slow by one of their hands. Daryl settling in between your legs as Rick stays and leans into kiss you. His tongue tracing yours as your hands come up, loosely holding onto his hair. The teeniest little moan escapes you when Daryl’s lips brush your clit.

“That feel good?” Daryl says from his spot between your legs. His middle finger dipping inside and curling upward. Quickly finding your sweet spot.

“Mhm,” you mumble against Rick’s lips, legs starting to squirm at the pleasure. But Rick’s hand comes down to your hips and holds you in place.

“Stay still, ok. Need you to be on your best behaviour if you want your gift. Can you do that?” He says, leaning back to see your flushed and disheveled state. You can only nod eagerly.

“Good girls use their words.” Daryl adds, pushing a second finger in and making you gasp.

“Yes! I’ll be good. I- I’ll stay still. I will.” You assure them both.

Daryl’s head dips back down, starting to lick at your clit. Flat tongue, up and down, sucking for a moment and then repeating the pattern. You need to grab onto something so you tangle your fingers into his hair. Gently tugging him even closer, face smushed up against your cunt. Not that he minded.

Ricks mouth makes its way down your dress, gently biting at your nipple through the fabric.

“I’m close...” You warn them. A little embarrassed at how quickly you were getting there.

“Not yet, sweetheart.” Rick tells you.

“But-”

“If you cum without permission, I promise i’ll have you crying a lot harder than you were a just a few minutes ago.” Daryl says sternly. Rick stays biting back a smile at your reaction. Your pretty, doe eyes already starting to gloss over. Pooling with that salty liquid.

“She’s fine. She knows the rules.” His hand comes up with soft gentle strokes, brushing your hair out of your face.

“I-”

“You know the rules, right? Tell Daryl that you’re gonna cooperate.” Rick doesn’t let you interrupt. Doesn’t let you try and fight it. He knows that it wouldn’t end well for you if you did.

“Okay. Okay. Can I cum, Daryl? Please?”

“Not yet.” He goes back to work between your legs. Sucking your clit and pumping his fingers. The knot in your stomach starting to form, and you know you’re close. You’re thirty seconds from cumming all over his fingers.

“Dare, I’m close.”

He slows down. Making sure you wouldn’t get there. You whined. Disappointed at the ruined orgasm, but still grateful for the tongue on your pussy. Not wanting to risk whatever punishment they’d come up with.

“It’s gonna feel so good when we’re done, sweetie. That’s why we’re doing it. It’s all part of the present, ok?” Rick rubs your cheek with his thumb, assuring you that he wouldn’t let the edging go on forever.

“Okay.” You need his lips to distract you. So your one hand comes up and pulls him back in. Kissing him nice and deep.

You’re close again. The tongue on your clit knowing exactly how to get you there. You think about just not telling him. Letting yourself cum and trying to hide it. It would stop the teasing. But before you even have the chance he stops, tugs on Ricks shirt and swaps places with him.

They go on for what feels like ever. Tongue and finger fucking you until you were dangerously close.

“Right there, right there,” you squeak, hands tightening in their hair. And then they’d stop. Switch their pace and make you whimper. They do it until tears start to form. When Daryl notices and starts to make fun of you.

“You cryin' already, princess? You haven’t even cum yet.” Yup. You're aware. That’s the whole point. You haven’t. And you need to. So, so badly.

You feel pathetic at this point, finally starting to beg. Trying to hold off the orgasm, and more importantly, the tears from erupting.

“Please, I can’t take it. I’ve been so good, you guys. I need to cum. Please…” You try and convince them. No matter how pathetic it might sound.

You thought this was supposed to be your present. Not theirs.

“Mmm she is asking real sweet. All polite and pathetic. What do you think, Rick?”

He only hummed against you. Making you moan out loud.

You can't take it any longer. You cum before the conversation can end.

“Ah- I’m-” you gasp. Legs staring to shake and close in on Rick’s face. That’s it. His tongue works away at your clit, as you finally reach your climax. A hot flood of tingles erupting in your core. Holding him against you as you ride out your high on his face.

Rick was right. It did feel so good now that it was done. The final release after all that edging and teasing. It was honestly drool worthy.

“Uhoh,” Daryl smiles against your lips, that devious tone in his voice. Fuck. That doesn’t sound good.

Rick comes up for air, lips glistening with your slick, eyes hazed over and hungry. Damn. He looks so pretty between your legs. You can actually feel yourself convulse around nothing.

“Thought you said you were gonna behave?” Rick teases, thumb coming up to wipe a single droplet off the apple of your cheek. He leans in and kisses you. The creamy taste of your cum still on his lips. On his tongue. He pulls away to let you answer.

“I tried. I tried to be good, I just- you kept going and I couldn’t help it-” You try to defend yourself. Knowing that it was useless. It was part of their plan right from the beginning. It wouldn’t matter if you had their permission or not.

“Better get ready, baby. There’s gonna be a lot more tears when you’re begging for us to stop instead.”

Shit.

You are so in for it now.

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taglist: @rickswh0r3 @elnyrae

(Question for all you loveys... do we prefer past tense or present? I usually do past because its just easier to write and stay consistent imo but for this one I switched it up... so what do we think? Which is better to read?)

Let me know what you think! xoxo

[theshiftingwitch]

hi, previous anon here, i think i don’t quite understand how i’m the one giving my manifestations to myself? like i understand the concept of why i’m the one in control in my reality but like it doesn’t quite sink in that i’m the one creating everything? like i’m one with my reality? i don’t get it because even if separation is an illusion is what i, understand? would you mind explaining how you relate to the outer world then? i understand we can select anything-“physically present” or from imagination but they’re different experiences. i don’t want to “live in imagination” i think if it as a tool to select the realities i want to experience in the physical, i’m scared to be delusional idk,

All right, let's break it down in the most simple of terms:

When we say imagination is the true reality, we do not mean you must live in your imagination for the rest of your life. We do not mean that you have to be delusional (even if that is the term most on social media use right now) we do not mean that you have to disregard the physical reality around you and live inside your head 24/7. What we mean by imagination is the true reality is that imagination is the source. It is the beginning. It is the key to having everything you desire.

Another thing you must understand is that all of creation is finished. Now I do not know if you believe in God or the universe or the source, but from my point of view as a spiritual person who practices both manifestation and shifting, I believe that I'm the universe having a human experience, and that makes me the source of everything. Yes my human experience has its limitation and this human body has its blocks and its limits. But at my core, I am source.

So what does that mean? If creation is finished, that means that everything you could possibly want, everything you could possibly think of, and everything you could possibly need already exists. The trick is to pull it from the 4D where it exists to the 3D where you exist, or let's say where you perceive your existence. Because you do not exist in the 3d, you are a multi-dimensional being existing in a multi-dimensional Omniverse. And so as you manifest, you begin with imagining your desire in your 4d, and then you get that desire in the 3D by persisting in the knowledge that you already have it because you saw it in your imagination.

Your problem is creating a divide where a divide should not exist. Just because you do not physically see it does not mean it's not real. Just because something is in your imagination does not mean it is your own delusion or it's just a figment of your imagination that does not translate into the current reality. That is a misconception that has been hardening into our physical reality for eons now, people mocking imagination, calling it a delusion, telling you that what's in your head is not real... that is not the case when it comes to manifesting. If you see it in your head, if you see it in your mind, then it exists. Being in imagination and being physically present are not too distinct, separate experiences. They are related to each other, one starts the other and one finishes the other.

You are the one creating everything, as in you are the one curating and creating this human experience. You are not creating it as we speak, you already created it as you were part of the Great Consciousness that is the universe. You created everything as the universe and now you are having this human experience in a distinct human body with distinct human emotions and a distinct human mind, and you are trying to connect back to the great source which is still you but you do not understand that because in your mind you are creating a divide between you and the original You when it's the same thing.

If you do not understand anything of what I just said, understand this part: in order to manifest your desires you need three things. To decide (what do you want?) to understand (you already have what you want) and to persist (you have it even if you do not yet see it.) As long as you keep persisting, as long as you don't give up, and as long as you don't let the "physical reality" dictate what goes on in you mind and heart, you will have your desires.

The law of assumption is always working. It doesn't stop. You are always assuming something. The question is, are you assuming you already have your desires? Or are you assuming you are still waiting for it and someone is holding it hostage and refusing to give it to you?

Check your assumptions, they are the reason your 3d is not bending to your will.

[all-pacas]

i’ve been thinking a lot about how intimate house makes first names, especially because even as these people get into romantic relationships with each other they tend to still call each other by their last names, idk it just compels me

no no i get you, names absolutely fascinate me in general. terms of address, who calls who what -- all of it.

i actually think house does this well, compared to some shows i've seen. like i remember watching Bones back in the day and it vaguely bothering me that people got married and still were only on surname basis, like, that's just weird. meanwhile, cameron and chase for example actually do consistently call one another by their first names* in personal settings; only at work or around others do they use their surnames.

(* that said i still refuse to believe chase actually calls himself robert. rob? sure. robbie? absolutely.)

and the show does this other times as well: wilson tends to switch between "lisa" and "cuddy" depending on if he's talking directly to her or not. foreman switches to "remy" once he and 13 start dating; 13 herself is kind of fun because she actually starts introducing herself as "dr. hadley" or "remy" after a certain point, but folks like taub/house/chase never call her anything but thirteen.

there's also some times the show makes fun of the surname-only thing: cameron has that whole wonderful episode in s1 where she decides to try calling the team by their given names; when foreman's chummy mentor drops by and calls him "eric," house starts sarcastically doing the same; and there's an episode in s8 where the patient's mother (a doctor) refers to foreman as "eric" as well, which makes chase sarcastically jump on the bandwagon. which sort of implies that in universe they all find using given names too intimate or too casual -- cameron can call chase "robert," but only because they're sleeping together; chase and foreman have known one another for almost a decade and would never.

and then you get house, who very pointedly uses surnames: he only calls wilson "jimmy" to tease him, for example, but then we have stacy, whose last name we never even know. first names are intimate, and not just anyone gets to use them: using them "inappropriately" is subject for mocking and teasing. there's a lovely moment in s4 where amber calls house "greg," and then clarifies she can because they're equals now: it's sort of treated as a shocking thing, like she's being transgressive. and in a real way she is. again, the only person to consistently call house by name is stacy. or his mother. names are intimacy. house absolutely could call wilson or cuddy by their first names; you could argue it's even appropriate for him to do so with his team (like how teacher student relationships work -- house is technically a teacher). but it's intimate. and he won't.

[nerves-nebula]

OK SO HUGE SPIDERVERSE 2 SPOILERS HERE i wanna discuss what themes i was picking up on and that i'm the most excited to see resolved

obviously theres FAMILY and PARENTING but i'm more interested in the themes presented with how The Spot developed and ALSO how that relates to miguel's whole situation

there is one main thing i wanna talk about tho:

inflexibility/the justification of cruelty

To me this is the core of the conflict behind both what happened with The Spot (my beloved) and whats going on with Miguel & the other spider-people's adherence to maintaining the status quo of their shitty shitty lives.

the inflexibility/justification of cruelty is obvious with miguel, it's like his whole thing. but I think it's less obvious with Miles. Miles cracks jokes to cope like a lot of spiders do, but his mockery of The Spot made things WAY worse. Like, here's this guy who tells you a harrowing story of how his life got ruined, and yea it's not entirely your fault but it's also not completely unrelated to you. He's completely alone, no one will hire him, he's a freak! And to top it all off, you won't even let him steal some money so that he can fucking live! whats he supposed to eat, miles?????? where's he supposed to LIVE.

and yea that's a lot to drop on a 15 year old but he's also a superhero (the age of which most people don't know) and the LEAST he could do, the BARE minimum imo, is take this guys pain seriously. even if he does look funny or weird, and he's not a huge threat at the moment.

I think we were supposed to relate to miles while he was fighting The Spot a the start, we saw the meeting with his parents and how bad he needed/wanted to just get the fight over with to stop disappointing them. But if you think about it from the spots perspective the whole thing wasn't just humiliating and frustrating- it cemented in his mind that spider-man was an uncaring and cruel person who didn't give a shit about him as long as he didn't disrupt the status quo of normal people or whatever.

but who cares, right? Miles does that all the time. that's just how things are, right? there's no need to change how he thinks about the lives of the people he fights so long as it doesn't affect him personally :/

And that's kind of what miguel does too. he's just more aware and active about it. he does things he'd rather not do, makes sure people suffer the way he thinks they have to because that's just how things are.

and both of those are probably not actually necessary! it's needlessly cruel to force spider-people to lose the ones they love, and it's needlessly cruel to mock and belittle a man who's had his life ruined to the point he needs to turn to crime just to survive.

I can't prove it yet cause the next movie hasn't come out yet, but I feel like it would be a bad idea for The Spot to die, I can accept him dying but only if they acknowledge that this isn't entirely just because The Spot is like, idk, evil or something. I want them to acknowledge the cruelty and pain that lead to this.

The same way it wouldn't make sense for Miles to end up agreeing with Miguel, it just doesn't match with the themes they've set up so far. Miguel is clearly coded to be in the wrong about what he thinks has to happen, and I suspect there's an aspect of his story/history that we aren't aware of. I can't say how or why but I think he's wrong about why the universe he went to fell apart (maybe he knows that, maybe not?) but I guess we'll have to see.

anyway can't wait for spider-man 3: even more fucking spiders!!!!

[jack-kellys]

racetrack in uksies!!

well guys! i did it- i finally started paying attention to the newsie i was pretty sick of for a while! and i was generously rewarded. here is some stuff i observed from josh barnett's racetrack higgins:

disclaimer: racetrack, in the script, is quite literally only noted as "RACE, a little tough guy". there is no one way to characterize him, and no features about him are universal/should be universally accepted beside what he says.

that said. this mf is a damn little tough guy!!!

his place as one of jack's main two lieutenants (the other being crutchie) is a lot more solidified in how he acts around the other boys, he certainly comes off older and more in charge

king of new york has him singing out from downstage to the audience as all the chaos (swinging from lamps...tapping...spinning and shit...) he incited occurs behind him. like it is his song this time which is cool, and makes sense- he's the last "original" (sorry davey) leader left that the newsies can look to and it shows.

his trio consists of specs, albert, and himself it looked like. sometimes finch but that's for more lighthearted moments. they all have trousers and not knickers, signifying their older age, and they frequent the aisles together. also specs is definitely some kind of leader based off of what he does in the show and his demeanor.

race and al are like...the soakers. they are picking fights or mocking fights when they are together LMAO.. at the gate when the headline goes up albert is like Right Up At It to make the delanceys rattle the bars to make him step aside (no one else does this). race and al also imitate jack socking the delanceys with crutchie's crutch, al fake punching race in the gut and race making a face lmfao. they also together circle around the delanceys when they're shoving crutchie around.

^something i've noticed every time but only now clocked as intentional: race's cap is the only one, out of everyone's, that has a ripped seam at the brim. it's frayed, it's been there a while, it's intentional as hell. this kid's a fighter, and he's literally rough around the edges. love it SO much omfg

another fun thing about this race: he. fucking. does. not. like. davey. for the entirety of act 1.

"hoi poloi" is mean. he says it at davey instead of around him to the boys at the circulation center. tbh the newsies in general give davey a sort of sus once-over when he mentions having a mother, but race is leading that charge and like... not for laughs exactly?? idk it felt like more at davey's expense.

race gets fucking pissed at "well if you look, and see brooklyn, then they're with us!" he pushes davey's chest and says either "don't be smart with me/right now." I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS. it is everything to me– it shows how short race's temper can be when he's stressed, pushing it onto davey– because davey got them all into this, didn't he? so what right does he have to make jokes right now, especially about brooklyn, whose backing would ensure that davey's idea of the strike wouldn't get all of them beat into the ground? (because. let's face it. of course race is going to blame davey and not jack.)

while davey is singing his piece of seize the day, race confers with jack, and (this staging was sooo good for woodside last night) points at les, who is standing right in the window between where race and jack are standing a ways away from the kid. like a "why the fuck did he bring the kid here". race definitely thinks that davey doesn't understand who's really at stake here, which is so.. protective<3.

king of new york is like a mini arc for them. at the top of the song, daveys still at the center table, race is there too, and like. he punches davey's arm. of which davey is literally like "ow", and then rubs at it through... half the whole song. what's funny abt him getting hit then is that he sings his lyrics pretty soon after, so it's like a literal push from race to get more involved (since they're the only two leaders left). as davey does get more involved, messing around with les and involving him w/ the rest of the boys, race warms up to him a lot more and their last time near each other, race gives him a smile and ruffles davey's hat. atta boy, if u will.

i think race's general refusal to trust davey with his boys is just so. fucking sick. race can trust him with the strike inner workings if jack does, crutchie actually is shown talking to davey a lot more than race and trusts him via that, and jack trusts him because jack refuses to leave anyone even remotely like his boys behind (and he recognizes they need someone like him if they want to succeed). the four of them r so. intimate to me.

but. what is also quite fascinating to me.

is that everything i've said so far about the lack of trust, the hot-headed nature, the protectiveness... y'all know who we usually 'assign' those traits to, right?

spot. conlon.

like this race is like.. if 92sies spot was in the musical..mixed w/ 92sies race LMFAO!! and you fuckin know what? i loved him for it. i have always loved characters like that, i think they're fun, very... greaser vibed, hard-hitting, etc. this spot is almost more ready to hit than protect, and the holding out on the strike therefore seems like manhattan/jack needs to prove himself to brooklyn vs. spot having to look after their newsies first.

anyway yes congratulations to uksies racer for making me enjoy the character again!!!

FUN FACT: earlier this week, someone was. literally on their laptop during. the fucking show. in richmond, which is p close to the stage. so during one of his exits, he went up to the person and said like "close your laptop. that's fucking disgusting." josh>

[mako-neexu]

I do feel like Obe and Dante's way of showing affection is different from each other bc of their roles as servant. Oberon's love is quiet and you have to read through the lines to understand that (which isn't all that hard to do for Guda) because of his nature as a servant. Someone who pretends, it's not that he has to act like he doesn't like them that's just his nature but he does love Guda a shit ton he is just unable to outwardly admit that loudly.

Meanwhile avengers are loud in their love. Their love burns and is the equivalent to tough love as we've seen w oc2 and date's event and interludes. He loves guda and it's for that reason he burns them in a sense, remind them that they're alive that they can still move. Unlike him. He'll burn worlds for them if he must, he'd do anything to help them achieve their goals even if it's murdering someone or ending worlds WHICH guda has never and will never want, which is why he burns the bridge that connects the two because the only way for them is forward. He'd burn himself for them too, an avenger's love is all encompassing and it will turn everything into ash.

And idk man I'm just emo ig I really wanted to see obe Dante interactions but wtvr... Huhuhuhuuu.....

[servafes 2.0 spoilers, OC ch2 spoilers]

i think its not necessarily a matter of loud and quiet. its more of how they convey it due to their nature as servants as avengers that are extra classes nearly impossible to summon , as pretenders with a lying curse.

both convey their love neither quietly nor loudly, but they convey it in ways for guda. just for guda. using their own methods that would fit them the most.

oberon's care is showing guda an "out" like you see on valentines day, his summer lines etc. but he supports them too. he gives guda advice like in Servafes 2.0 where they barged into their room to talk to them despite the dangers of morgan oblitering his spiritual core, they also talk to each other on an equal standing like you see with oberon approaching them during at the inn and at gloucester in lb6. being someone with fairy eyes along with a lying curse, he tends to be roundabout with his words to portray what he means because no matter what he says, the world will twist it so he has skirt around it like in valentines day, you could interpret what he said with "call me wiht a sigh when you run out of dependable allies and options" as perhaps something mocking and malicious when, knowing oberon's nature now past lb6, he truly is caring almost to the point of selflessness. because we see his care for castoria as well as the insects in the autumn forest, that would apply to guda to, where he has the right words to soothe their soul, casually tear that mask guda has been holding onto for so long and become just "Fujimaru Ritsuka" and not "Humanity's Last Master".

dantes, of course, as the greatest of all avengers, his natures stems that from his revenge story by dumas, dantes who is also real in the typemoon universe has dumas write his story as revenge for his enemies on making everyone forget about him. and the story became so popular around the world that his spirit origin is twisted into that of an Avenger, that sole excerpt of The Count of Monte Cristo without that happy ending written into his saint graph. still, "edmond dantes" is still there, beneath gankutsuou. he's a man who tasted happiness and love, who was thrown into the bowels of depths and despair, gone through hell itself and crawled his way back to the surface no matter how painful it got. an Avenger that is intimate with pain, with suffering the most, know love and compassion the most.

both dantes and oberon understand guda's journey and what they've been through. its just that their approach is different. being an Avenger, a class of bloody teeth and howls, of course he would wield his flames that would aid his accomplice. he's seen their determination. he's seen them bleed, get beaten up before rising back again to finish a battle once and for all. he's seen guda love. he's seen guda love mash, da vinci, dr. roman, their friends these Servants who are people made up of fragments/fragments made up of people. they chose not retribution and continued to love despite the pain of it all.

dantes saw guda as a bright, radiant star because of that. him saying you are "fire" would just feel like completely undermining everything guda is. (and a fire for an Avenger, is a different meaning altogether). so he likens you to a star. a soul so bright that could even conquer dark flames that threaten to consume you whole but you would ultimately win out in the end... because thats who you are. a person who doesnt give up, will never give up no matter how your heart is beaten and battered. dantes supports you in a way where he has your back and will fight for you in this path downwards to hell. for oberon though, he's the abyssal insect. the one that ended fairy britain and as all things will inevitably end, like i said, he offered guda to go down the abyss with them should their heart finally give up once and for all. he'll be there by their deathbed to see it through. (i wanna add more about oberon with the shining star and titania but i can add stuff next time if i make a post like this.

that said, ive been thinking of dantes and oberon interactions too. but i do imagine either dantes would test oberon first before coming with him and abby to guda's trash heap or maybe exchange some words about guda, and probably gets convinced by oberon www

[queenwille]

(same anon as before) you guys are definitely right that seeing graphic war imagery constantly is mentally damaging, even just through a screen. And with Jewish trauma it absolutely makes sense that sharing that imagery is offensive in Israel.

I think, maybe, this is what (partially) fuels people’s hatred towards Israelis. It is definitely not common knowledge outside of Israel that you guys aren’t seeing what many of us are seeing, so when we are bombarded constantly with pictures of children’s mangled bodies, a lot of people think “how can Israelis sit back and watch this happen?!” They don’t realize that you guys aren’t watching this happen. All of the violence and gore and trauma from Gaza we’re being exposed to via the internet is incredibly distressing, but as far as I know pretty much nobody knows that Israelis aren’t seeing the same footage that much of the rest of the world is (I understand why though). I think that misconception might be driving some of the rhetoric of Israelis being cruel people who condone the killing of children, etc.

let me start by the easiest part: many times that footage is joined with unverified information and you wouldn’t believe how many of those are actually from syria. yup. nothing to do with israel. promise. the neighbors are well known for their psychological war (nassrallah spoke about it this in his speeches week, actually 🥴), so israelis aren’t too fast to believe all of those or how authentic the story behind them is.

but back to what you wrote, that’s the thing, it’s not through the screen for israelis, so there’s no need for the screen. i think that what’s hard for the west (and i don’t mean to offend anyone but this is usually the case), mostly americans, to comprehend is this is real life in israel. literally most serve in the IDF or any other national service (ambulance/special unites/police/hospitals/children at risk/prisons/welfare facilities). at the age of 18, israelis become young adults, as they are brutally exposed to life’s tragedies and have the responsibility to assist in taking care of it. it’s just the way it is. israelis don’t go about their senior year dreaming of a fancy college with a prestigious education and some worthwhile parties. they spend it thinking how they can have a meaningful service, that’s literally how it’s called- meaningful. the college stage comes muuuuch later, at the age of ~23-25. after they’ve finished their service and took 1-2 years to chill out and clear their heads from it and travel for really long periods of time (sometimes even over a year). only then they’re ready for university. it’s a whole different mentality. PTSD due to military service is so so common in israel that it’s well known that many don’t really react to that travel stage too well and completely lose it out there and come back mentally destroyed (usually due to drugs that trigger the PTSD they weren’t aware of). it’s been reported of parents that had to fly out to places like india or south america to bring back their children who lost all ability to function on their own.

my point is that, for some reason, israeli and jewish trauma is mocked or overlooked on a daily basis. for some reason it’s common to think the IDF are random AI robots or idk. nope, they’re a very real part from the very small israeli and jewish community/nation. literally most of the people in israel are or were in the IDF.

israelis aren’t heartless to those views, israelis are mostly furious at how those videos are used for, pardon, yeah? mental masturbation. please don’t see this as a direct offense to you, but it sometimes it feels like y’all enjoy watching it almost as much as you enjoy watching a sports game. also keeping up the death toll scores like the scores of the season in football. we feel like a reality show to you and it really is infuriating, because like any other reality show- it’s bias. i truly don’t think you understand how much you make the animosity worse by spreading so much misinformation and demonizing/dehumanizing israelis. it literally fuels everything to an extent far beyond your comprehension.

oh and important thing about horror pics, if im not mistaken there’s a whole thing in judaism about respecting the dead and not exposing its dead body? (having all the jewish surnames in jewish history didn’t help me be a good jew, i’m sorry 😞 )

[roadkillremi]

Here I am requesting Randy again 🫣💖

He and reader go on like a blind dating thing (idk maybe Tatum and stu set them both up for it) and they meet up again after high school (they lost contact or something) and they like fall in love all over again?? <33333

Thank youuuuu

This is such a good idea! Of course!!!

(did I name it after the Tyler the Creator song... Yeah. For a good reason too!)

See you again...

Randy Meeks X Gn!Reader

Masterlist

Warnings : Language, Mentions Killing, Randy shows reader scar, Mentions death.

Summary : The ask above explains it for you!

"Tatum, how did you meet them?!" Randy mumbled swatting her away from fixing his shirt.

"I told you! They live in a couple towns over! We met at the mall. They were wearing uh... a Jason shirt! and I thought you'd like them." Tatum smiled. Randy sighed, this wasn't the first time Tatum tried to get him a date.

"As long as they're not like your cousin..." Randy mumbled. Tatum smacked his arm, "Ow!" He yelled.

"You're fine! Now you're taking them to the fall fair. Me and Stu are gonna be there so don't mess it up!" She pointed her finger in his face. He gave her a mocking smile, "I'm serious, Randy! You gotta get out there and stop moping!".

"Fine. Just don't-"

The doorbell interrupted Randy's sentence. Tatum squealed, "They're here!". Randy gave Tatum a look from the squeal and followed her to the door.

"Hey! Randys in here! He's a bit weird by the way."

You walked through the door with a small smile. Randy's eyes widened, Tatum actually found someone that was his type.

"Here he is!" Tatum smiled.

"Hi, I'm Y/N" you waved, Randy waved back, "Randy.". Tatum rolled her eyes, "He's awkward. Now you two go I'm still waiting on Stu." She shoved you and Randy outside.

"Does she always pair people off?" You said walking towards your car. Randy followed, "Uh, yeah. She has a bad habit of playing Cupid.".

"I mean I know she means well. But I'm too awkward for this." You gave him a soft smile. He smiled back, "Me too.. uh, wanna head to the fair?'.

"Of course!"

"Just focus, you got this." Your head was by Randy's. His face was bright pink, your hand was on his back. He gripped the hoop tightly taking a deep breath. He tossed it landing it on a bottle's neck. You jumped up and cheered, "YAY! Go Randy!!". The worker handed Randy a plush cat. Randy smiled and handed it to you. You hugged it to your torso, "Thank you, Randy.". You kissed his cheek and grabbed his hand. Randy smiled following you, "Where are we going?".

"I hope you're not scared of heights." You smiled going in line for the sky tram. You went up the stairs closer to the seats. Randy fidgeted the zipper of his jacket. Once it was time for you two to hop on to the cart. Randy gripped the rail across his lap.

"Why did you agree to go on a date with me?"

"Why did you agree to go on a date with me?" You laughed softly. Randy looked down at the people below him, you gently touched his shoulder.

"I thought you were cool. Tatum told me about you, a lot. She said how you like movies and stuff. She showed me a group picture of everyone in her room. And I thought you were cute."

Randy looked up at you I'm disbelief, "Really?".

"Of course!" You smiled. Randy smiled, "I think you're cute too.". You smiled at him leaning in to kiss him. He was still shocked at the fact someone was kissing him. You backed your head away and laughed a bit.

"What?" Randy whispered

"Nothing! Did I scare you?" You asked, moving some of Randy's hair off his forehead.

"No." He smiled giving you a quick kiss.

After that date you two called each other almost everyday. You'd have other small dates like movie nights or going out to eat. But after the Woodsboro Murders you lost contact. Your sweet teen romance ended as quickly as it stated. You dated other people but they weren't like Randy. You got accepted to Windsor University with a major in Directing.

You slammed your alarm off on your nightstand. Your sleep schedule was fucked from winter break. It was the second semester and you had film theory class in the morning. You got ready to go and went to the dining hall to grab breakfast and head to class. You held an apple in your mouth as you walked in placing your back on a desk. You went over to the professor taking the apple out of your mouth.

"I'm Y/N L/N" you smiled softly. The teacher nodded checking your name off. You went back to your desk, "Y/N?!". You turned around hearing a familiar voice.

"Randy?" You asked. He smiled and waved awkwardly, "In the flesh.". You blinked, he got taller, a bit more fit, better clothing, and a small beard.

"Wow.. you look great.." you smiled. He placed his stuff by your seat, "You do too!". You sat in your seat amazed to see Randy Meeks in the same room as you. You were a bit scared he died, you knew Tatum did but unsure of Randy. He sat in his seat, "Would you like to get something to eat after this?".

"Uh, sure." You said biting into your apple. He smiled, "Sorry, I didn't notice you've eaten..".

"Don't be sorry! I can go for a milkshake!" You smiled, he nodded.

You couldn't help but glance at him throughout class. You watched his forearms flex a bit when he moved them. You looked down at your desk ashamed of yourself. The bell rang and you got up ready to leave. Randy followed you out the door, "So, you're alive." You said. Randy raised his eyebrow, "I sure hope so.".

"Sorry.." you mumbled, Randy opened the door for you.

"So why Windsor?" Randy asked looking down at you. You smiled, "Furthest away from home.".

"True." He added. You walked across the street to a small restaurant. You waited in line to order with Randy.

"I missed you." You said looking straight ahead. Randy looked at you a bit surprised, "I missed you too..". Once it was your turn to order you stepped up to the counter quickly.

"I'll have a strawberry milkshake, please." You smiled.

"And I'll have a chocolate milkshake." Randy added. You looked over at him, he reached into his back pocket for his wallet. "I'll pay." He smiled handing the cashier some money. You went to a table and waited for your food. Randy followed you and sat down across from you.

"I'm sorry I didn't call.." you mumbled. You fidgeted with your hands on the table. Randy placed his hand on top of yours.

"It's okay..".

"I just got scared. Tatum died and I was scared you were dead. I couldn't bring myself to call or watch the news!" Tears built up in your eyes.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm not mad. I understand, I didn't reach out either, I should've.". You wiped your tears away from your eyes. A lady brought you the milkshakes. Randy thanked her, You took a deep breath.

"I'm glad you're safe now." You smiled weakly. He smiled back, "It's alright, besides I got this wicked scar.". He pulled the collar of his shirt to show his shoulder scar.

"Oh my God!" You gasped.

"I survived though!"

"Was it because you're a virgin?" You joked.

"Hey! Used to be!"

Your face went red, "Oh." You awkwardly laughed. Randy realized what he said and stopped smiling.

"I mean it wasn't anything like... I'm not dating her.." he corrected himself. You shrugged, "It's fine Randy. You survived a killer after all.". You smiled nodding towards him.

"I did miss you.." he said. You smiled, "I missed you too.".

"Hows Dewey? How did he handle Tatum.." you asked.

" I'm not sure. He got stabbed in the back a couple times.".

You nodded, "That sucks. And Sidney?".

"She's still paranoid, but she has a boyfriend now." He leaned close to you "I'm still suspicious of him." He smiled. You smiled back at him, "I'm glad you're okay. I know this is sudden but I wanna go on a date. I heard the stab movie is coming out soon?" You laughed softly.

"That was a bad joke sorry." You added. Randy laughed softly, "It's fine. But no, I don't wanna see someone pretend to me. But we can watch Misery in my dorm." He looked up at you. You smiled, "Of course, I'd love to!".

[greenerteacups]

Hi! in regards to Hagrid and his teaching, idk if we are supposed to see it as anything other than racial campaign. I'm not sure that in-universe Hagrid was doing anything beyond "dead poets society" level extra teaching (as much as I don't like dps). Especially since its happening in the third book, where jkr actually raises the question of targeted violence and stigma

Hi! I'm assuming you're talking about the fact that Hagrid's a half-giant, but unfortunately, that isn't established until Goblet of Fire, and I just don't see it reflected in any of his interactions with the Malfoys, Macnair, or the Board of Governors in the third book. I guess you could argue that him being larger than usual is the reason that Malfoy goes after him, but I always figured it was more that he's bumbling and good-natured and has an obvious soft spot for Harry. The most we get on the idea that his size has anything to do with it is this passage in POA:

"God, this place is going to the dogs," said Malfoy loudly. "That oaf teaching classes, my father'll have a fit when I tell him." (pg.91)

Which could be read as a remark on Hagrid's size, but scans to me more like a remark on his intelligence. Then you have these passages, where Rowling spells out in the text (probably for the benefit of the many 11-year-olds reading her book) why Malfoy's hamming up his injury:

"I'm afraid he won't be a teacher much longer," said Malfoy in a tone of mock sorrow. "Father's not very happy about my injury ... and with a lasting injury like this, who knows if my arm will ever be the same again?" (pg. 100)

"So that's why you're putting it on," said Harry, accidentally beheading a dead caterpillar because his hand was shaking in anger. "To try to get Hagrid fired." "Well," said Malfoy, lowering his voice to a whisper, "partly, Potter. But there are other benefits too. Weasley, slice my caterpillars for me." (101)

Meanwhile, when Rita Skeeter reveals that Hagrid is a half-giant in Goblet of Fire, Malfoy immediately starts mocking him for it, with language suggesting this is the first time he's learned of it, and the first time most people would have suspected (half-giants being obviously uncommon):

“Well, I think this should put an end to the oaf’s teaching career,” said Malfoy, his eyes glinting. “Half-giant . . . and there was me thinking he’d just swallowed a bottle of Skele-Gro when he was young. . . . None of the mummies and daddies are going to like this at all. . . . They’ll be worried he’ll eat their kids, ha, ha. . . .” (439)

The thing is — as the above passage reveals — Rowling is not a soft touch when it comes to discrimination and bigotry. When she wants to show a character being a bigot against Group X, her go-to move is having the character loudly announce "God, I hate Group X!" So the idea that Malfoy and his father are engaging in a targeted racial campaign against Hagrid in the third book would require us to believe that Malfoy has developed a sudden vocality about his bigotry in GOF that he's never showed beforehand, despite having known or suspected that Hagrid wasn't fully human all along.

To the real point about "what's this plot doing here?", I think Malfoy and Hagrid's plotline in Prisoner of Azkaban is supposed to be a parallel to Sirius, insofar as both storylines are about innocent creatures being blamed for something because of a coward's lie. (Pettigrew's lie is that Sirius committed the murders; Malfoy's lie is that he was hurt much more seriously than he actually was.) In my reading, Prisoner is less about targeted violence towards specific groups (what groups? what violence?) than it is about how easy it is to judge based on limited information, and the failures of the establishment to deliver justice. Like all Harry Potter novels, it's incredibly suspicious and resentful of bureaucracy in almost any form, and it heavily implies that the people who work for bureaucracy are selfish, cruel, or simply disinterested in the truth.

It isn't until much later in the series that we see werewolves developed as a kind of stigmatized out-group, and when we do, I kind of doubt that JKR was meaningfully interested in them as a group unfairly afflicted by trauma and suffering; for the most part, her werewolves are cannibalistic child-eating predators, with a few, like Lupin, who are conscious and ashamed of what they are. But that's a very long, very separate post about the problems of making your subjugated class a group of literal deadly monsters.

[watcheraurora]

Hi!!! I keep re reading your pics of the superhero au and I wanted to know more stuff if your okay with it. Could we get more about Joel's powers? It seems he was pretty strong back in his hay day, but what was he capable of that made them force him into retirement so early?

Of course I'm okay with it! I'm happy to talk more about it! :-D

For anyone who sees this and is unfamiliar, V's referencing my "Even Ice Walls Fall Down" fic! (And subsequent one-shots filling out the universe a little)

So, Joel/Lore!

He is one of the strongest superpowered people to have ever popped up in the city. Tango/Deepfrost is, like, literally an extremely close second (if not tied, but since their powers are so different, the ranking is subjective).

Joel has three powers, which is part of what makes him so powerful. 1) He can fly (Superman style) 2) He can shoot lightning from his hands 3) He's invulnerable to, like, almost everything

Joel's invulnerability comes with the side effects of insanely high stamina and strength, considering he can't injure himself by overdoing it

He manifested when he was 19 and as of the time of the main AU, he's 31, so he's had his powers for... 12 years (did I math that right? i think so. it's late) and in that time, the only time he feels pain is when Jimmy's super strength overpowers his invulnerability's limit. It does have a limit. All of their powers have limits (except maybe Grian's... but Grian is a god pretending to be a mortal, not an actual superpowered human so he doesn't count). Because, yeah, Jimmy really is that strong

Now, because Joel manifested his powers at 19, he couldn't get hurt while he was a reckless 20-something. So he was extra reckless, especially when it came to being Lore. The division as we know it in the AU was nowhere near as structured as it is by the time Jimmy gets there, and no one was really regulating the superheroes. There weren't many of them, and they had no handler or supervisor or person trying to make sure they all behave

And Joel's invulnerability made him... destructive. Not always through his own actions

Because, see, when Joel was first starting out, Doc was still in the city. He had not yet left and taken over a country and established a Perimeter around it. And Doc had a lot of beef with Joel. Partially because Joel was an arrogant early-20's idiot (affectionate) and Doc wanted to knock him down a couple pegs (and Joel definitely egged him on and mocked with little singsong "You can't get me!" type childish taunts)

Doc also really wanted to see what the limit of Joel's invulnerability was, and so he kept making bigger and stronger inventions to try and even just barely break Joel's skin. And those bigger, stronger inventions were starting to do a lot of structural damage to the city. Because Doc was throwing absolutely massive weapons at Joel and Joel's lightning isn't exactly safe for normal people to be around either. He can control the voltage of his bolts and the more frustrated he gets, the stronger his lightning becomes as a defense mechanism. Which was very dangerous.

And let me be clear on something: Joel did not want to retire from being a superhero active in the field. He loved it. He loved the praise and the fans and the validation and the pride of a job well done

But Lizzie was going to run for mayor and they were married at that point and the constant destruction of Lore and Doc's fights were going to be hard on her campaign (because who wants a mayor whose husband keeps damaging her city? etc.)

For clarification here: people knew Lore and Lizzie were married or at least romantically involved in some way (because there were many pictures snapped of Joel dipping Lizzie for a kiss after particularly brutal fights), but didn't know at that time that Lore's real name was Joel.

So anyway, since Lizzie wanted to run for mayor and Joel's superheroing was going to jeopardize her campaign, he hung up his cape (figuratively? IDK. Maybe his super suit had a cape. Haven't thought about it). Because he loves his wife more than he loves being Lore.

I wouldn't necessarily say he was "forced" into retirement. He didn't want to retire, but he also knew it was the best course of action for the city's safety. To trust the city and its citizens to the other heroes who didn't destroy as much

And Joel is, at the moment, the only hero in the division with a public civilian identity. I think when Lizzie was campaigning for mayor and he retired from hero life, that was when he revealed to the city that his name is Joel.

After Lizzie won the mayor election, Joel settled into his position at the head of the superhero division and shaped it into how we see it today in the main timeline of the AU. He became the heroes' handler/supervisor, he trains new heroes when their powers are similar enough (he did not train Deepfrost, though. He was 20 when Tango manifested and they didn't get along terribly well. Their personalities were both strong and clashed). He handles logistics and dispatch. He's got other people helping him, but he's at the top. He wasn't the only one who made the decision to have heroes register their secret identities with the division, but he and Lizzie were the ones to approve it

Joel was 24 and barely into his role as the head of the superhero division (he was not in the field for very long) when Tango left/was kicked out of the division - and the two had a rather violent final encounter at the division building. The reason Tango even held his own as long as he did against Joel's invulnerability during their altercation is the fact that Tango is a genius, a gifted strategist, really nimble, fast, very tricky, very slippery (as Jimmy/Sheriff would attest in a heartbeat), and quick on the draw with his powers. Tango's darkness actually trumps the light given off by Joel's lightning (meaning even if Joel shot a bolt of lightning through Tango's cloud of darkness, he wouldn't be able to see anything), and that definitely saved him from getting fried hard to shoot what you can't see and Tango can control how the darkness moves

So yeah! TL;DR, Joel's powers and his mutual hatred with Doc probably could have destroyed the whole city and he decided it was best for him to stay out of the field after Lizzie wanted to run for mayor

Somewhere between when Tango left the division and the beginning of "Even Ice Walls Fall Down," Joel mellowed out somewhat - and matured a lot. That said, if Deepfrost ever went back to the division, Joel and him would still probably throw hands on sight