#if I get any anons being bitchy I'm turning it back off

[mewmewpercy]

Full Analysis of the Natlan Cast

Okay I'm wide awake now and have rewatched the trailer a few times. I also luckily found people confirming where and who everyone is based on so let's get into it. Please tell me if any terms I use are offensive I don't know the preferences for certain things.

Mualani: So she's supposed to be Hawaiian. The trailer made her so much lighter for some reason. Her drip art was more like that teaser from the 4.8 stream but like.....the inconsistencies are questionable.

Kachina: She's meant to be based on a spirit from a Pueblo religion. She also got lightened in the trailer and her art. I think it's been said she also shares the name of said spirit. Uhm.....here's to hoping that she at least gets that teaser tone because its better than what we just got man.

Kinich: Named after a Mayan sun god? I have to wonder what all the 8-bit and pixels stuff with him is about but hopefully I'll find out soon. He was also a victim of getting lightened by the trailer and drip art. Please at least give him the teaser skin tone if you're gonna make him white hoyoverse....

Citlali: So her name is a feminine(I promise I'm not trying to be offensive because I've heard Aztec is the wrong term but if it isn't please correct me I'm struggling to find the right terms) Nahua name meaning star. She also needs some colour. Not much to say on her.

Xilonen: Named after a Nahua goddess. She's close but still needs to be darker.

Chasca: I have words. Maybe the pyro archon wasn't the redheaded conquistador after all because what the HELL. Anyways her name is of Inca(once again tell me if this is offensive) origin. She's supposedly indigenous I'm just.....she looks like a conquistador just a smidge okay? I hope there's a not offensive reason for this.

Mavuika: She's supposedly the coloniser archon. Her name seems to be inspired by the name Mahuika who is a Maori fire diety. She definitely looks outta place like a coloniser would.

Olorun: His name is Olorun. Not Ororon. He's supposed to be based on a Yoruba God. Meaning he should be way darker. Because Nigeria. I'm very upset about this one I can't lie. He doesn't look like in any way similar to any depictions of Olorun. The announcements are wrong on his name in only English which is uncomfortable but that's not this conversation.

Iansan: I. What can I even say dude. She was there for barely a second and got hit in the head. Not a single voice line. She's still on the grey side of brown. The character who was the literal mascot for this nation was barely there for what reason.

Okay so my thoughts on this as a whole? Clusterfuck. Flat out clusterfuck. So we have a bunch of tribes and religions getting names stolen then not represented. Whitewashed dieties are such a weird thing to put into a game. Like this should be one of the most diverse regions and....this. That doesn't even touch on the fact that these different places of inspiration are so scattered???? Like dude what? Iansan is our darkest character and she's there for less than a second only getting hit in the head then running. Like that was our mascot for here. We saw more of this woman that looks like Sunset Shimmer in a Bayonetta suit and a Fatui Harbinger than our mascot. That's so upsetting. And these characters were obviously designed with darker tones in mind. You can see it when people give them their proper tone that yea this is not nearly as good as it could be. The only element of interest is this nation being in a tournament arc but at this point it may as well be them trying to call these people violent.

[taurder]

hii its the noir requester once again 😭 i literally cannot stop reading the most recent one and i need MORE!!!!! can i get noir being a brat with humiliation? maybe hes being snarky and the reader has to put him in his place or smthn 👯‍♂️ thank u sm xx

(by the way, could i be 🕷️ anon? i think it fits pretty well)

top!dom!reader x brat!sub!spider-noir

contains: brat taming, humiliation kink, sub/dom, anal sex, begging, spanking, established relationship, implied vigilante reader.

note: there you go, and you're officially an emoji anon now! enjoy and check if you haven't a shorter thing i wrote about noir here. thanks for the request, keep coming with more, x

"i'm still mad at you" said peter in-between the intense kiss you both were sharing. just a couple minutes ago you were having a heated argument about the last mission you went together, where you made the call to not barge in inside a building without gathering first more information. still, peter got mad even if he followed your lead, and after some yelling and blaming one another now here you were, kissing passionately leaning against the entrance door.

"i feel like you keep forgetting..." even if he was the one who started the kiss after throwing away his mask it seemed that peter still wanted to give you a piece of his mind. "...my enhanced senses, i could've known if we were walking into a– mmghh!" you grabbed his crotch while leaning to steal another kiss, loving the way his body tensed up for the sudden movement.

"i haven't forgot how sensitive you are" you said back, hearing him huff in annoyance for the way you phrased that. he didn't push your hand away, instead rotating his hips towards your touch, trying to keep a serious face. "you have to decide if you want me to touch you more or you want to keep arguing with me" you locked eyes with him, even if he didn't stopped his subtle movements. he wanted to keep yelling, he was always direct on pointing out what he thought was a wrong move.

you pushed your hand more into his covered member, feeling the outline of his cock half way into growing hard. he bite down his tongue to avoid making any sounds. "you need to tell me, noir. i don't want you blaming me for another decision i make, so you take this one" he was irritated, and probably he would've tell you about how you were exaggerating but you have been hearing him nagging all the way home now. yelling, remind you of his powers and being sarcastic with your logic.

you squeezed his crotch, making his eyes flutter and his pissy expression melt for a second before you completely let go of him, putting your hand in his hip, pushing him into the door so he couldn't move more. "well?" you asked expectantly, and he had the nerve to roll his eyes before answering. "keeptouchingme" he mumbled low. he could be argumentative, but he also was a horny bastard who loved being roughen up when you were mad. you pushed more "i didn't hear you, peter, speak up"

"you heard me" horny sometimes didn't crossed out the possibility of having to hear his snarky remarks or bitchy attitude. well, he could be treated just like that. with a smooth move you turned his whole body, now pressing his chest against the door.

he was too clothed for your licking, he had only take off his trenchcoat when you arrived. you leaned towards him, getting your hands around his body so you could undo his belt, hearing him groan a little. he didn't tried to turn or move away though, and it had everything to do with his now noticeable boner. his belt fell on the floor just before you lowered his dress pants leaving them at knee height. he moved slightly and made an attempt to also undo the buttons in his vest but you pushed him forward. no. was all you said, taking both his hands and pinning them against the door.

you didn't have to tell him to keep them there, he just do it by himself after you let go. he groaned again, so you spanked his left cheek, hard. "fuck! maybe warn me next– goddamn" a second and third spank followed right after, and you loved how his ass moved just as his legs tensed up. "if i don't hear you asking for me to stop and fuck you i won't" was your only warning before spanking him again, making his glutes get hot and his dick rock hard. he even put his chest right into the door to push his ass out more after the tenth contact of your hand against his skin.

"look at you, all hard just by this. not even fully naked" he moaned, low and raspy, you were sure he was stopping himself from talking just to piss you off more. the next spank was harder, and you left your hand there, grabbing at the skin and making him yelp. "i could be fucking you half an hour ago, make this fine ass bounce in my dick" he squirmed, pushing his butt closer to you to tease you.

"nah-ah, you heard me. be the loud needy slut you always are and ask for it" you pinched his right cheek just before walking away. you went to the kitchen, still completely able to watch peter's figure and you took a glass and filled it with water, watching him hanging his head between his arms, cursing and mumbling between his teeth before talking loudly enough for you to hear. "please, come touch me" you kept drinking, and his body moved, his forehead now pressed against the door, eyes closed. "please, please, i need you to fuck me".

"finger yourself, for being a brat" you said back and he cursed out again. he only took you seriously when he heard the water on the sink running, you had started washing the dishes. you saw as he exhaled, taking one hand off the door just to guide it to his mouth, biting into his glove to take it off and throw it, covering then his own fingers in as much saliva as he could before putting two inside his hole. you two had a quick session just in the morning, and as you watch him slide a third finger sooner than expected you remembered cumming inside him. was he still wet even if he hadn't put anything more inside?

"please, please, please" he started begging after more minutes, his dick leaking uncontrollably, already making a puddle of semen on the floor. your own cock was hard with the vision, seeing him rock his own body against his three fingers, pants trapped in his legs and fully clothed on top. "you think our neighbors can hear you?" you put the last plate in the dish rack, walking to him, watching him improve his posture for you, raising his ass, showing you how deep his digits were going. "no, i think i'm the only one who knows you like this, right?"

you patted his hip and he stopped fingering his hole, instead pressing his palm again into the door. "yes, yes, fuck me now, i'm good" you took your cock out, barely pushing your pants and underwear down. "good? no love, you've been rude" you spat into his hole, making him squirm again. another two spanks for good measure and just before he was about to complain you sank your length right in.

he moaned, not caring if the thrust made his face crush into the door. he braced himself, both hands leaving nail marks into the wood when you slide out. "but if you milk me good enough i can forgive that, deal?" his confirmation was cut through another moan when you started to really pound into him. spitting more, making sure there wasn't so much friction as you fucked his needy hole.

he found his voice again when any memory of the argument before left his mind and all that was important now was to get your seed inside. he bounced his ass, making the sound of skin against skin be just as filthy as his whimpers. he called your name again and again, making sure you knew now how much he wanted this. how he enjoyed being filled by your cock. and you give it to him just as he asked, being kind enough to aim right into his prostate, to feel in return how his walls tightened.

both couldn't have lasted longer than you did, and it was almost at the same time that he splurt his semen in the door that you fill him with yours. still grabbing at his hips and sliding in and out off him, slowly riding your orgasm. he moaned more after finishing, whinning when you turn him around once more and gently pushed him to stand at the door to kiss him again. the cleaning would come later, of course. "you still mad?" he huffed again, this time a smile creeping in his mouth. "if i say yes we're going another round?" needless to said the argument die right there.

[angelkissiies]

Okay, I'm kinda obsessed with the idea of an abby that doesn't realise how hot she is. Not in a cocky way, more like she is genuinely baffled by the idea that a person that she knows and likes can see her that way. Like, she assumes you're being a bitchy mean girl because you keep staring at her in the gym, and she thinks that you're gossiping about her whenever she walks in the room because you have to physically turn away to stop yourself staring so it looks like you're hiding something.

You two end up alone together for some reason and she's finding out that you're not actually the worst, when you ask her why she keeps going back to boat boy. She tells you that it's not like she has any other options, which... no, you're not standing for that. So you decide to go for it and you shift closer to her, running your hand over her shoulder and clavicle in what could be considered a purely comforting way, if your voice didn't catch slightly when your hand makes contact because God you love feeling her muscles. You tell her something like 'Abby, chicks dig muscles, I assure you' or maybe you get really bold and lean in to whisper 'there must be someone who wants to watch these muscles writhe'. But she swats away your hand and tells you not to make fun of her because *she thinks you're making fun of her*.

So you bring out the big guns. Huffing out 'I can't believe I have to do this' under your breath, you swing your leg over her lap, grab her face to make her look you in the eyes, and say 'Abigail Anderson, I will only say this once because this really isn't my usual style, but I need you to know that i would give up food for a week for the chance to make you come once. And i know that you're used to... well, just know that only seeing that once in a night would be a fucking tragedy for me. I get it if you don't see me that way, but you must know you have better options than a guy who doesn't know what foreplay is.' And she'd open her mouth to defend him reflexively, but your hand would slip from where it held her jaw to rest on her chest as you said 'Please have some self-respect. You deserve more'

And the two of you would sit there for a bit with her gaze flickering back and forth between your eyes, and her mouth repeatedly starting to form a sentence that never comes. So you decide to help her out and ask 'can I kiss you or should I get off of you?' but she just looks more shell shocked at that. So you move to get off her, mumbling your apologies, but her hands grab your thighs lightning fast so you turn back to her and the look on her face makes you smirk. She breaks eye contact, her eyes searching the room in thought for a moment before she looks even more incredulous and just says '.....what?!?...' And you realise that you can have some fun so you roll your eyes, adjust your position straddling her thighs, and say 'fine, I meant to say: May I kiss you, pretty please? ... or should I get off of you?'.

And then you'd fuck and it'd be great but the thing she'd remember most would be the little noises of appreciation that you'd make as your hands and mouth ran over her body, because you couldn't believe how fucking perfect all of it was. But realising that the muscle was something to be praised or worshipped, rather than an obstacle to be looked past, would rock her to her core. And Owen would evaporate immediately after her second orgasm of the night because he's so violently allergic to good sex that it can kill him from miles away.

The end. Thanks for reading my little story. Tune in next week for more 'why the fuck is this in my ask-box?'

anon im foaming at the mouth ,, you massacred this you captured it so well. i beg you to never stop sending me stuff like this bc 😵‍💫

[spnexploration]

Brotherly Figures part 4

Summary: (Early seasons) Sam and Dean save a 15 year old, newly orphaned teenager from vampires. Much to their chagrin, she ends up tagging along on hunts, giving them both a fresh chance at acting like a brotherly figure.

Series masterlist

Part 3 <- -> Part 5

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Ava (teen!OC), Bobby Singer

Episode summary: Ava gets used to living with Bobby

Episode warnings: None

A/N: I promised an anon ask that I'd get the next part of Brotherly Figures out, so here it finally is!

GIF by frodo-sam

“Did you just get out of Bobby Singer’s car?” a girl asked me incredulously.

“Umm, yes,” I said cautiously.

“How does he even have a licence? Absolute drunkard,” another girl gossiped.

A third girl came over to me, “Just ignore them. They'd find something to complain about if it killed them.” I gratefully followed her into the gym where the self-defence class was about to be held. “I'm Olivia,” she said.

“Ava.”

“Nice to meet you. You new here?”

“Uh, yeah. My brothers are friends with Bobby, I'm staying with him for a bit.”

Before we could talk any further, the Sheriff, Jody Mills, called everyone in to a circle. Bobby had taken me the day before to meet her as she ran the class.

The rest of the class went ok, me avoiding the bitchy girls and hanging with Olivia. She told me their names were Faye and Suzie.

They threw some comments at me when Bobby came to pick me up. My face flushed with embarrassment.

---

Bobby seemed to have taken Sam’s instructions about my schooling regrettably seriously. He gave me a bit of leeway, but he was pretty firm about having to finish my homework.

“Were you this much of a hard taskmaster with the boys?” I complained at him.

“God no. Their Dad couldn't care less what their grades were so long as they could shoot and fight. But Sam was diligent anyway, I wouldn'ta had to be remindin’ him.”

“And Dean?”

“Well, Dean just wanted to be a kid,” he said pensively. I wasn’t quite sure what to do with that answer.

I hadn’t noticed when he'd written it up, but part of Sam's curriculum was learning how to kill various monsters too. Unlike my normal school work where Bobby just left me with my laptop, those lessons he taught. Often we were interrupted by his phones ringing, different hunters asking for advice or him having to pretend to be their boss in the FBI.

Sometimes he'd get me researching in his lore books alongside him. I flushed with pride when he praised me for finding the right answer or something that would help someone's case.

The best times were when he took me out to learn how to shoot the various guns. I wasn’t great, but I was getting a tiny bit better. Often he'd reminisce about the many things he'd shot, or the times he'd had with the Winchester boys.

---

It was the same pattern of comments about Bobby from the bitchy girls at the next two self-defence classes too. I thought about asking Bobby to drop me off further away, but I figured they'd just say something else next time instead. I tried to not to let it get to me.

I was picking up my things at the end of my fourth class when I heard one of the other girls in the class, Belinda, turn around to her friends, “Check out the hotties in the carpark!”

I ignored her, finishing packing my things. I walked out to the carpark chatting to Olivia, looking for Bobby's car. Finally, I noticed what all of the other girls were drooling over.

I ran to Sam, having spotted him and Dean leaning against the Impala. He gathered me in a hug. Then I turned to Dean and he hugged me too. “Heya, kiddo,” he said affectionately.

Bitchy Faye was looking dumbfounded while Suzie glared daggers at me. That was almost as good as the Winchesters being back.

---

“Alright, you ready to show us what you've learnt?” Dean asked with a grin.

“I was born ready,” I said cockily.

He chuckled, “Easy, tiger. Alright, guns first?”

I agreed and followed him outside, Bobby and Sam trailing behind us. Sam set up some cans on the fence for me to fire at.

“Let's see what you've got,” Dean said.

My first shot missed, probably as bad as I'd been in the beginning. I was irritated at myself, I was meant to be showing them I was being better!

“Just relax,” Dean said quietly. “Centre yourself first.”

I took his advice, appreciating that he hadn't chosen to tease me. I took a deep breath and had another go. I missed again, but it was close, skittering right past the can.

The men didn't say anything, giving me time to centre myself again. Focus.

I HIT IT!!

Dean whistled and Sam exclaimed, “Good job, Ava!” I couldn’t hide the massive grin on my face.

Dean got me to try out a few other gun types, to varying degrees of success, but he seemed pretty happy with my progress. I flushed with happiness.

We packed up the guns and cans and started walking to the shed. Sam walked next to me. “Bobby sent me your assessments and the marks from your distance ed teacher,” he said.

I groaned.

He laughed. “No, you're doing a good job, Ava. We might need to talk through some of your chemistry a bit more while I'm here, but your essay on equity for Pacific Island Nations under climate change was great.”

“You seriously find time to read my essays while you're killing monsters?”

“Dean likes to drive. I spend a lot of time in the passenger seat.”

We'd made it to the shed, Dean holding the door open. “How do you stop a ghost?” he asked me.

“Salt or iron will stop them temporarily but you need to salt and burn their bones or whatever object they're tied to.”

“Good, let's see how you're going taking down Sammy.”

Sam and I sparred off. I showed the moves I’d learnt from Sheriff Jody’s classes and what Dean had taught me last time. I still couldn't overpower Sam, but I was a lot better at getting out and buying myself valuable seconds.

Dean offered me his hand to stand up, after Sam had flattened me to the ground. “You've done good work, kiddo,” he said. “Wanna come on a ghost case with us?”

I squealed, “Really?!” I jumped to him, wrapping my arms around him. “Thank you thank you thank you!!”

He laughed and returned the hug. “You are going to have to do what you're told,” he warned.

.

“I know, I know.” I released Dean and went over to hug Sam. “When do we leave?” I asked excitedly.

“Tomorrow morning,” Dean replied. “I've never seen someone so excited about a salt and burn.”

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@leigh70

@malindacath

@ellie-andthemachine

[flightofbats]

Alright so I don't know if anyone else has already made a post about this or not, but do y'all remember when we split into pieces the last time and a bunch of us decided to be birds?

And those birds decided to take the WORST parts of our discourse that we had already talked through and figured out as a group and let it simmer and fester among them and become irreparably harmful sticking points in queer Fandom?

Yeah uh, some of those bitchy ass birds think they can come back here with their radfem/TERF/SWERF BS and we'll all just welcome them back with open arms. Be diligent. Be vigilant.

I'm going to impart some advice to all of you that I learned while I was a bird watcher.

DO NOT ENGAGE THEM. If they are chirping about harmful shit, DONT EVEN ENGAGE THEM FOR THE "GOTCHA" REPLY. literally JUST BLOCK THEM. Reblogging only spreads the hate.

THEY DONT NEED TO BE EDUCATED. They know they're shitty people. They're trying to find others like them. Don't let them spread out. Report the heinous shit. Block them. Move the fuck on.

IF YOU GET PUT ON SOME KIND OF HATE LIST OR CALLOUT POST for something that seems perfectly "normal" (like being a pro-shipper) scroll the other usernames in that post. See who else is being called out. See what they're being called out for. And BAND TOGETHER. FOLLOW THEM. If you know for a FACT you're getting attacked for something that's literally not an issue, stick together. Follow them. Message them, if you can. Make sure they know they're not alone.

Switch your box to no-anons for a while. Turn off submissions. Turn off messages from non followers for a minute. You might get brigaded.

IF YOU FIND THE INSTIGATOR OF THE HATE CAMPAIGN: there are courses of action to take into consideration.

If you are a minor and the instigator is also a minor: report them and block. Use screenshots, links if you can. The safety folks here at Tumblr have traditionally been far more responsive than on other apps. See above steps.

If you are a minor and the instigator is an adult: report, block, and try to find an adult you trust that can talk through this with you. Beware of adults that label themselves as "safe adults" or "Fandom mom/dads" this title has been corrupted in recent years by radical adults who want power over younger, vulnerable minds. See above steps.

If you are an adult and the instigator is a minor: SEE ABOVE POINTS. It is not YOUR DUTY to explain to a CHILD trying to cancel you why you haven't done anything wrong. Put away the older sibling/cousin/parent energy and remind yourself that the kid is not your responsibility. Report, especially if they have posts stating they're underage to be on here, and block. That's it.

If you are an adult and the instigator is also an adult: I can't tell you what to do with any sort of authority, but I can tell you that trying to argue, reason, educate, or counter-harassment just doesn't work. They don't care. They have a cultlike sense of power and think they have moral superiority over you, which is extremely dangerous if they also have a small army of minors that they've spread their bullshit beliefs to. The most hurtful thing you can do to fight back is to just keep playing whack a mole: report, block, repeat. These are extremely angry, spiteful people that don't give a damn who they hurt. They want to control people because of their discomfort with content they deem inappropriate.

For the record, these people have warped the term "proshipper" to mean "someone who is okay with really morally reprehensible, """illegal""", or just serial content of a nature I feel uncomfortable with" and tend to throw around words like lolicon, pedophile, and groomer. They come up with straight up BIZARRE things to fight over that at the end of the day boil down to "I am uncomfortable with sexually or romantically toned content that may or may not have to do with fictional characters that have the slightest potential to be interpreted as underage."

We're talking things like a character being under five foot five. That's supposedly grounds for being considered child like, and then therefore incapable of feeling anything other than warm fuzziness about going to the park or petting a cat. It sounds legitimately nuts, but it is something I have personally witnessed.

Proship literally means "fine with shipping, and against harassing people for what they do in their spare time relating to their favorite fiction" that's it.

Yknow. The opposite of what these people do.

(This is also the part where I point out that most of the attacks and hate go towards people of marginalized societal groups because it's a good way to act on a "universal stigma" to hide the real reason all this is happening: bitchass, convoluted adults that want to be able to prey on kids without people that would stand up to their bullshit getting in the way)

Anyway. I'm sure I'm rambling and maybe no one will see this, but this is something I wanted to pass on as someone who has been fighting a losing battle against a rising tide of youngsters who reject our notions of safe, happy, considerate Fandom and instead want us to cater to their corrupted, conservative leaning views. I've been doing it on tiktok for 3 years and I'm fucking tired. No one listened to me on this there, so I'm hoping folks will understand me better here. I just wanted to warn all of you that not everyone who is moving here (or coming back) has the best intentions.

Uh. Here's a gif. When I was here last, that was customary to end a post with.

[runnning-outof-time]

Question anon, again! (hope i'm not to annoying with these questions). I wanted to get your opinion about the way both Grace and Lizzie treated/talked to May. I found both of them to come across as quite "bitchy" and mean. Grace at the races obviously was asserting her "dominance" (if that's the right word) and making sure May knew Tommy wasn't available anymore. And Lizzie after May came to town in S4 after she find out she was pregnant (i think), her tone was quite rude and blunt.

Why do you think they acted that way towards May? It's just screamed jealously to me from both Grace and Lizzie. Like they saw how much Tommy liked May or something and were threatened?

Hey there question anon! 👋🏻👋🏻 it’s so nice to hear from you again! You’re most certainly not annoying me with these questions - I always enjoy seeing them in my inbox! I’m sorry it took me a few days to answer this…my brain’s been mush every day after work this week and I haven’t really had the energy to do much of anything. But I have off today, so I’m hoping I’ll be recharged for next week. I hope you’ve been well! ❤️

These are some interesting thoughts you’ve shared here…

I definitely think that they were being bitchy and mean towards May…and I think that a big reason behind that was that she was going after the same man that they were and (dare I say) they felt threatened because they saw how interested she and Tommy were in each other/how much chemistry they had.

To me, Tommy and May had the most chemistry together. I absolutely loved their scenes, and even though I knew they’d never work, I was really wanting them to. I think that Grace and Lizzie saw that chemistry and then went at her/reacted to her because of those reasons that you perfectly described.

Grace was trying to stake her claim…assert her dominance. She was showing that she was back in town and because of that Tommy was off the market and coming back to her (which was foolish of her to think, but hell…it worked)

I can’t say it with 100% certainty, but I think May came to Birmingham before Lizzie knew she was pregnant, but after she and Tommy went to the river. So she was sitting pretty with Tommy thinking everything was finally going the way she wanted it and then an old flame (who’s feelings may not be so old) returns and stirs things up. I think she was unhappy that she’d turned up because Lizzie knows Tommy better than a lot of people…she knew that he wasn’t going to resist May, and I think that she was bitter about that. It was a reminder that he wasn’t 110% hers.

Thanks so much for sending this in!! I’d be happy to chat about whatever else may be on your mind. Don’t ever think that you’re annoying me with these - I very rarely get any asks, so it’s always fun answering them!! 😊

[dai-nana-han-agenda]

One thing I don't like about SNS fans is that some of them feel the need to drag Sakura through the mud in every one of their posts. Calling her a gay beard, saying she is nothing more than a device to convey Naruto’s feelings, calling her catty and jealous of Naruto because Sasuke likes him more than her, etc...

Like, Sakura deserves criticism just like everyone else does, but there's a fine line between criticism and just making shit up like saying Sakura was willing to give Naruto over to the Akatsuki just because of that line where she said getting closer to the Akatsuki would get them closer to Sasuke. Yes, before you ask, I have seen every single one of these claims in SNS posts before.

Like, I'm not the biggest fan of her, but I honestly just feel bad at this point. I know you're a big fan of her so what do you think?

omg anon, I just got war flashbacks to 2014 send help HFKDHKSHSKS.

I honestly did not expect my answer to be as long as it is (that’s on me, I should’ve known that I’d be incapable of shutting up) so I’m putting the rest of the response under the cut!

I feel the need to clarify to anyone that reads this: I am also a SNS fan so please don’t come for me!! I know there are plenty of SNS fans that are also Sakura stans (or at the very least, don’t have any strong opinions abt her character, which I’ll always take over the overly-negative ones) but there is definitely no denying that there’s a small percentage of that fandom who actively hate Sakura for things that are literally out of her control.

You basically summed up how I feel about the whole thing. I think there are legitimate reasons to dislike Sakura as a character, but once people start twisting the narrative - that’s when I get defensive. It’s been proven time and time again that Sakura has nothing but love for both Naruto and Sasuke (once again, I am asking the fandom to stop holding her hostage for shit she said in the very beginning of the manga!!) so this argument that Sakura would be catty / jealous / homophobic because of SNS’s bond literally makes no sense to me.

(Like, seriously. If y’all have CANON evidence, please feel free to let me know and we can discuss it! But most of the time, it’s just people deliberately twisting canon to fit their own personal agenda.)

In terms of the jealousy aspect, I personally don’t mind the characterization that Sakura would be jealous on like, a human level. I understand that. When the people you’re close with enter romantic relationships - especially in this case, when it’s literally her teammates - I think there’s a very natural sense of loss and envy that comes with that. Even in a platonic sense, when you feel that two of your friends have a stronger bond, or that they can connect on a level you will never understand, I think it’s very natural to feel jealous or left out. However, in my opinion, that jealousy would never turn into resentment or bitterness. Sakura has always valued the happiness of team, so at the end of the day, I genuinely think she would be supportive and it pisses me off when SNS fics paint her as this jaded ex / the villain of their ship. Like, y’all are going out of your way to make her the bad guy, and for what? 

It’s funny, I’ve actually read SNS fics where authors are actively aware that Sakura wouldn’t be bitchy, but write her as a bitchy character anyway because they need a villain for their story. Like... maybe you should take a step back and examine why you feel the need to make her purposefully homophobic. 

As for the jokes about her being a beard for Sasuke - well. When done without any real malice, I think they can be funny. But as a casual SS fan, I do think they get old really fucking quickly. Sakura literally has no agency & it baffles my mind when people blame her for ending up with Sasuke (I’m not even pulling this out of my ass - I’ve literally seen these takes.) Like, take it up to Kishimoto!! Leave her alone!! It’s so funny to me when people come up with these wild conspiracy theories as to how Sakura “tricked” Sasuke into marrying & having a child with her as if these aren’t characters with no real agency at the mercy of a heteronormative author. I totally understand if y’all disagree with SS - I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, but I also take issue with how their canon relationship played out - but people who hate Sakura for ending up with Sasuke as if she had any real control over the matter... It honestly makes me laugh. It’s genuinely funny. Like damn, a fictional character who isn’t even the villain of the show really gets your blood boiling that badly - it’s very girlboss of her!

Also, I just need to throw this in here because it’s come up on my TL a few times and I want to vent: I honestly cannot fucking stand Boruto, none of that shit is canon to me, but SNS stans who deliberately make hateful jokes about how Sasuke purposefully abandoned Sakura and Sarada because he doesn’t actually love them... Like, that’s not the slay you think it is. Y’all are making fun of Sakura for having to be a single mother, but I think there’s something super fucking tragic about the fact that Sasuke, who has so much love for his family and his clan, basically abandons Sarada in her early childhood. I know he has his reasons, but in my opinion, it does a great disservice to his character. Idk, the Sasuke I know would never, but Kishimoto simply does not understand him like I do. Idk, I don’t watch Boruto, so I can’t really give a fully formed opinion about this, but this has been sitting on my mind for the past few days and I wanted to put it out there.

All this to say, I can’t control how anyone thinks. I’m waaaaay past the point where I feel the need to fight with anyone whose opinions I disagree with - the block & mute buttons are my friends and I use them often. As long as no one comes into my space and starts talking shit, especially since y’all KNOW Sakura is my ride or die, then I’m just living my best life.

[meetmeatthecoda]

Since the other anon brought Luther Braxton: Conclusion up, I've decided to throw my two cents of bitter rant in:

First of all, I'd like to say that I genuinely love Liz, most part of the time. I think that she always has had great potential to be a very interesting, versatile, many-sided character. But the inconsistency of writing honestly ruins her and I will never not be bitter about it. Not to mention the fact that the way writers force her to think and behave sometimes makes me go 😳🤢🤬😤

Just like in Luther Braxton: Conclusion. Truth to be told, I think that's the first episode that made me very angry (to put it mildly) with Liz because of how she lashed out at Red – mind you, for literally no reason over than her own nonsensical conclusions I have no idea how she's managed to draw from the information she was given – instead of... I don't know... thanking him for finding her and saving her life (because we all understand that if Red didn't find her, Braxton would kill her once he got the information out of her) for the umpteenth time? or – I know that was too much to hope for from how the writers had been behaving before that episode but still – showing just a little bit of concern and asking him about how he was feeling because between being captured and flown over to the Factory, being half-blown in the boilers explosion, being the object of Liz's attempts at first aid (which were... not good, despite her undeniably good intentions), being in the epicenter of the missile strike and then, not allowing himself to rest, running around the whole DC area, desperate to find her before it's too late, Red had been through a lot in those 24 hours... but apparently I, a viewer, was more concerned about his well-being than Liz was (and that's after the CPR scene, where she was obviously concerned, to put it mildly, and the memories about him saving her from that fire, because that's one of the only ways those memories could be interpreted and certainly the most logical and consistent way at that).

Because instead of going with either (or both, which would be especially nice) of the most logical and human options mentioned above, Liz chose to hurt Red, which in turn hurt me (and, I believe, many of the fans), because he certainly does not deserve such treatment... especially, from Liz.

Because as bad as Red might be and as many things as he can be blamed for, one thing has always and will always be true: he cares for Liz, and cares deeply (too deeply for his own good, if you ask me), and while he does withholds certain things from her and his attempts to protect her may be misguided sometimes, he wants only what’s the best for her, he tries to make sure she gets all the best things in the world and Liz has no right to be so salty and bitchy with him.

Sorry for the rant... But I've just got a lot of feels. Also, I have been hurting for Red since, approximately, 2014, and this feeling, after dulling a bit in the past few years because I sort of fallen out of watching the show with quite such obsession I have been watching earlier seasons, intensified greatly during the last season and especially after that absolute disaster of the finale (I never thought I'd have to see two of my favorite characters, who are one of my OTPs for life, die, and so painfully and tragically at that... because we all know that Liz's death crushed Red – canonical Red, at least – and there is no chance that he'll ever recover from i because Lizzy is his heart and life, the ray of light in the dark cave of his life, his Polaris that guides him home – that is his home – the source of his power, his everything, and without her he simply cannot exist and function – that much was made painfully clear in Cape May... Sorry once again, but I'm just... 😭😭😭😭😭😭😡😡😡😡😡😡😭😭😭😭😭😭😤😤😤😤😤😤😭😭😭😭😭😭)

Yesssss, anon, bitter ranting about TBL, my favorite!! *burning-elmo.gif* 😎😎😎 Firstly, I totally agree about loving Liz as she should have been & the wasted potential will never not make me sad 😭😭 Secondly, I so agree about the Luther Braxton eps... the fact that Liz never actually thanked Red for legit burning the world down to get to her not to mention punching the ever-living shit out of that one scumbag, let alone - you're so right - um, asking how he was doing?!?! After he literally was blown up twice in the span of like an hour, guided her through her traumatic, unlocked, level 10 backstory, AND pretty obviously saved her fucking life as a child??? .....Unrealistic, I guess 😒 Thirdly, I so agree that Red has never deserved such awful treatment & betrayal from Liz when he has only ever had the best intentions of protecting & loving her... That's one of the many, many tragedies of TBL 🥲 Anyway, no worries, anon, my inbox is 1000% a safe place to rant & hurt for Red... bc you're absolutely right: there's no canon way Red can come back from the horrible, nonsensical choice they made in killing off Liz, it's a true shame that things ended that way, & I - for one - have no interest in watching a season of Cape May with no light at the end of the tunnel 😓 If it's any consolation, anon, I feel you completely on all of this, thank you for sending this ask, & much love to you!! ❤️

[personasintro]

Girl don't listen to them dipshits who can't even send an ask without turning on anon. These are them hypocrites who criticise other anons with anon turned off and then say the same shit with anon on. They are no one to decide how the ending of a fic will be. How entitled can someone be? If u wanna get all upsetty spaghetti over not having a fic end the way u want it to, don't ever feel like ur one hate ask will suddenly turn a good and talented and smart author/writer to make the fic just like u wan it to be. Scared that ppl will @ u and call u out on that unnecessary and utterly useless hate? Afraid ur act of a good person will shatter to reveal ur bitchy personality? U ppl have no right to tell her/him to end a fic like u want it to. And what if u don't get updates for a long time (which isn't even that long tbh)? Learn to wait. It isn't the writer's fault. Ppl like u are the reason so many talented writers with a lot of potential just stop writing. Stop being bitchy. Nobody cares if you don't like the fic or not. Such utter disrespect towards the author of whom you've been reading and enjoying the fics of. Bloody bitches.

I'm sorry for the swearing. This bitchiness suddenly awoke some furious-ness in me. Ur a good, good and talented author. Let them shits say what they want. Bloody idiots don't even have the guts to say that shit without turning on anon. Bitches.

I never meant any harm and I never thought one anon ask could turn this into whole conversation. But isn’t it crazy how one time that you get to be honest, there are people willing to bring you down because of it? And then there is a person, telling you that you’re being harsh? I’ve seen so many writers on this platform that don’t give a fuck if they ever receive such asks/questions and demands and are way more blunt and honest than I am. If I offended anyone, I’m sorry. But I’m not going to apologize for my feelings. This is something that’s been going on for months and it affected my activity on this app and blog. The ask that started all of this, might not be completely rude or disrespectful, but when asks like this come up in my inbox 1000x times and I already spoke about it so many times, saying how readers should be more considerate and careful how they form a sentence (not just to me but to every writer). But it’s like nobody really cares and they still do it.

Anyways, thank you for having my back!💜

[softforcal]

listen i'm an absolute hoe for your headcanons and maybe one of a slytherin!cal and ravenclaw!reader?

SLYTHERIN CAL X RAVENCLAW READER

-this one is for all my Ravenclaw bae’s because ya’ll are the loves of my life. @notoriouslyhood and a few anons suggested this one too so i’m finally delivering

-4 k fam

-so Slytherin!Cal is the perfect mix of the strong silent type and the badboy

-but he’s also really smart

-its a running joke that Calum could have been in Ravenclaw if he’d chosen to be

-so to say that most Ravenclaws have a secret crush on this boy would be an understatement

-and he knows it

-this Slytherin fuck knows that he could have any Ravenclaw he wants

-he walks into the great hall every morning for breakfast and all the girls at your table turn to look at him

-”i heard he got another tattoo.” one of your friends whispers, “i’m friends with a Slytherin girl who plays beater on his team and she said she thinks she saw one after the game the other day.”

-you all know Cal is hardcore. most wizards go to get wizard tattoos that are less painful and in many ways (because they move across the skin) more beautiful as well

-But not Cal. although he mostly keeps them covered, everyone knows about his muggle tattoos.

-”i heard he has a pain kink, thats why he likes muggle tattoos so much.” another girl whispers, “can you imagine? a needle with ink? its barbaric.”

-you continue reading while the conversation continues

-you’d be the first to admit that Cal is hot, but that cocky side throws you off a little

-you’re in study hall and you know Cal has entered the room without even looking up because the girls around you start whispering again

-Cal takes a seat with his three Slytherin Pals Luke, Ashton and Michael

-”it will never cease to astound me the effect you have on those Ravenclaws.” Ashton laughs

-Calum just grins, opening a book to begin studying

-every time he looks up he can meet the eyes of at least one Ravenclaw

-he looks up because he gets bored and wants to look at something pretty, but also because he knows it keeps their interest in case he decides he’s lonely

-but he starts to notice one Ravenclaw whose eyes he never meets

-he continues to look at you for a while until another girl nudges you. he can see his name on her lips and waits patiently for you to look up and finally meet his gaze but you dont, you shrug and look back down at your book.

-okay, so this is new. he hasn’t noticed this before

-and he hasn’t noticed you either. well. he’s noticed you looking down all the time but he’s never really seen your face

-but looking now, he has to admit it’s a pretty cute face

-it doesn’t happen often, but when Slytherin!Cal has his eye on someone, it’s only a matter of time before they’re putty in his beautiful, tattooed hands

-after study hall, he goes to his other classes and begins to realize you’re actually in quite a few of them, and (as per classic Ravenclaw fashion) you sit directly in the front which is why he probably never noticed you from his seat way in the back

-”do you guys know who that girl at the front is? the Ravenclaw?” Calum asks at the end of his last class

-”that’s Y/N.” Ashton answers, looking up, “i was lab partners with her last year. she’s cute but she’s a classic Ravenclaw.”

-”nothing wrong with that.” Calum shrugs.

-the next day the girls at your study hall table practically combust when Calum Hood approaches, “ladies.” he grins, earning smiles from everyone… but you. you’re still looking down at your book

-”you guys coming to the game?” he asks. “of course we are Cal.” one of your friends grins. “And you girls will be cheering for Slytherin and not Hufflepuff right?” he teases. “of course.” another girl says

-you laugh slightly and all the Ravenclaw girls glare at you

-”who’s your friend?” Cal asks, he knows the answer but he’s never formally met you so…

-”oh that’s just Y/N, don’t mind her, she doesn’t come to the games.” one of your friends waves her hand

-”why don’t you come to the games?” Calum asked

-”well you see Calum-” “call me Cal.” “Cal. i would rather read a book than watch a bunch of people on broomsticks fly around and try to put balls in hoops and catch a small golden ball.”

-”ouch.” Cal laughs, that one hurt, after all, Cal is the keeper, “have you ever been to a game?”

-”once or twice.”

-”well have you ever seen me play?” he grins.

-”can’t say that i have.” you sigh, finally looking up at the Seeker.

-your eyes meet his for the first time and his heart almost stops because you are gorgeous

-”well there’s the issue.” Cal says, “you should come.”

-”i still think i’ll pass.” you say, breaking eye contact to look down at the book again

-”Y/N you can’t turn down an invite from the team captain.” one of your friends scolds, “she doesn’t mean in Cal, she’ll be there.”

-you sigh, closing your book and standing, “Calum, come talk to me outside the hall for a moment.”

-he grins and follows you out where your friends can’t hear, you turn to him, “look. i know you have every single Ravenclaw girl chasing after you because you’re cute. i get it. i really do. i get it because here you are, coming after me. the only one who isnt available and ready for you. Slytherins like the chase, they like a challenge, they like dominating things and that’s cool. just not with me. it’s not going to work. so just stop bothering me. stop looking at me all the time, it’s very annoying.”

-Cal stands there in shock. “woah.” he says, laughing slightly, “i don’t even know how to respond to that.”

-”good thing you don’t have to.” and like that, you turn and leave and Calum watches you go with a grin

-”she wrecked you pretty hard mate.” Michael says from his place leaning against the wall. “fuck were you there the whole time?” Calum asks. “yup.”

-”yo that girl was kind of a bitch to you.” Michael points out. “yeah. i loved it.”

-of fucking course this little shit did

-he’s used to girls bending over backwards for him

-but you just proved something

-you proved that you are actually his equal. you’re a boss ass bitch and you’re smart and quick on your feet and you know what you want

-yes, you don’t want Cal right now, but he knows he can change that

-the next day at class he sits next to you and doesn’t say anything. he just takes his notes.

-he even answers a question and the second you hear it’s his voice next to you, your head snaps up

-he doesn’t look at you the entire class and when it ends, he leaves, still without saying a word

-this goes on for a week.

-this beautiful boy sitting next to you in every class but not saying anything. he answers questions and takes notes which is actually getting to be super annoying because teachers are calling on him now more than you

-when the last class of the week ends and you stand to leave you sigh, “Calum.”

-he turns and looks down at you with a grin, “yeah babe?”

-”what will it take for you to stop being such a Ravenclaw?”

-”Damn, was that annoying you sweetheart?” he teases

-you roll your eyes, “okay. i get your point. what will it take?”

-”come to my game.”

-”but-” you sigh when his grin widens, “fine.”

-he turns to leave but stops, “oh, and here,” he pulls off his green scarf and tosses it to you, “wear this. can’t have you cheering for the other team.”

-and with that he’s gone

-and you’re left sitting there, holding Calum Hood’s scarf

-it even smells like him

-a musky, boy smell. kind of foresty and smoky

-part of you is like ‘well fuck’ and you want to talk to him about it but Cal is surrounded by his Slytherin friends that night and the next morning before the match so you don’t have a chance

-your Ravenclaw friends are shook because you have Calum Hood’s scarf

-a lot of bitchy Ravenclaw jealousy about it

-you show up to the game, sitting with your group of Ravenclaw friends in the Slytherin cheering section

-the scarf is folded in your lap

-the teams come out, Slytherin led by Calum the captain

-even from the distance you have to admit he looks pretty, all determined and alpha

-behind him and Luke and Ashton, the respective keeper and beater for the team

-the fourth member of their squad, Michael, is the announcer

-they all get on their brooms and begin getting ready when you notice Calum flying over to your section, he stops near you and you can tell he’s looking at you

-he makes a neck motion and you narrow your eyes at him

-”he’s saying to put on the scarf.” Michael’s voice booms through the speakers

-practically every eye in the stadium goes to you and you groan, taking your blue scarf on and putting on the green one “you happy now?!” you shout to him

-he grin and flashes the thumbs up and then goes back to where he should be

-you sigh and cross your arms but as the game starts you find yourself watching with interest

-you’d heard that Slytherin had really dominated this year, thanks to the Irwin, Hemmings and Hood but you hadn’t really believed it. but watching now, you definitely understand

-it’s almost like they can read each others minds or something because they are playing in complete unison

-Cal is less than a meter from the snitch the majority of the game and everyone is on the edge of their seat as he races after it

-you see a bludger flying through the air out of the corner of your eye and your breath catches in your throat as it flies towards Calum

-your heart is racing and just as it looks like Calum might get hurt, Ashton flies out of nowhere and hits the ball in the opposite direction

-you let out a breath and a few moments later Calum’s fingers close around the snitch

-the entire crowd jumps to their feet to cheer and after a moment you join them, clapping with a sigh and a smile as your eyes follow Cal who lands on the ground and is immediately surrounded by his team in a group hug

-it had been a good game

-”he’s so dreamy.” a girl next to you sighs

-you walk back to the school with your friends and continue your day

-as you’re walking into the great hall for dinner a hand grabs your arm and you turn to see Cal smiling at you, “what did you think of the game?” he asks

-”it wasn’t that bad.”

-he rolls his eyes, fingers reaching out, “see you’re still wearing my scarf.” he says, fingers touching the tassels, “you look cute in green.”

-you try to hide the blush that you know is creeping across your skin, “here,” you say, removing it.

-”you could keep it if you want.” he states

-”no, you should really take it back.” you say, forcing it into his hands

-he grins, lifting it to his face, “still smells like you gorgeous.”

-and with a wink he walks past you into the great hall and goes to sit with his buds, leaving you standing there like an idiot because you are SHOOK

-you manage to avoid Calum the rest of the weekend because you don’t know what to say to him. you didn’t want to become like one of those girls who melts under his gaze but hot damn that boy is making you feel things

-on Monday he sits next to you in class but doesn’t say anything and you’re like “i thought the deal was that you’d stop sitting next to me if i came to your game?” you sigh

-”no, the deal was i’d stop answering all the questions.” he corrects you, arm going around the back of your chair as he leans back and smiles at you, “i’m afraid you’re stuck with me babe.”

-”what will it take to make you go sit in the back of the class with all your buddies again? i’m sure they miss you.”

-he turns and looks directly at you, “a date. tonight.”

-you sigh, “fine. one date.”

-”okay.” he grins, “you sure you want me to go sit in the back sweetheart?”

-”yes.”

-he shrugs, standing up and grabbing his stuff he goes to the back of the class and finally you can let out a breath because you can focus on the class instead of the insanely hot guy sitting next to you

-you’re at dinner that night and as people begin clearing out, the entire pack of Slytherins approaches your table and your girls are freaking out

-Cal sits directly next to you and wraps his arm around you while the other three all begin to focus on other Ravenclaws sitting in your general area

-”ready for our date Princess?” he asks

-”yeah, let’s just get out of here.” you sigh

-he stands and as soon as you’re standing he puts his arm over your shoulders as the two of you leave, “so what’s the plan?” you ask

-”figured we’d just walk around, get to know each other.” he shrugs, “you’re cool with my arm over your shoulders right?”

-you’re a little shook that he would bother to ask but you nod, “yeah.”

-”good.”

-so you walk around and talk and it’s actually really sweet and soft?

-then Calum takes you to this random hallway and you’re confused when he stops and stares at the wall. but then a door appears and you realize, “you’ve found the room of requirement!”

-he grins, holding the door open for you and following you inside

-the inside is beautiful. it’s like a library but super cozy and quiet, with couches and a study area, “this is where i come when i need to focus on exams.” Calum explains, “i’ve only ever shown it to Luke, Ash and Mike but they all get bored in here.”

-this soft boy is showing you his study location. and it is heavenly

-all the books are making your little Ravenclaw heart soar

-you approach a shelf and look over some of the titles, they’re not all school books, there are some classical novels as well and you realize, if the books are here its probably because of Calum.

-”have you read all of these?” you ask

-you turn and see that he’s blushing, “yeah, i uh… i like books.” this fucking Ravenclaw mixed Slytherin boy is claiming your heart and there’s nothing you can do to stop it

-you flip through one of the old classics and realize there’s some scribbling in the margins. you realize it’s poetry

-and now this boy writes poetry

-there’s way more to this guy than you originally thought

-setting the book down you go and sit on one of the couches, he joins you, his arm going behind you again

-”i’m sorry i judged you at first.” you state

-”as a Ravenclaw i thought you’d know there’s more to a book than it’s cover.” he smiles

-”pretty cover.” you whisper

-”oh wow.” he laughs, pulling his arm from behind you as he puts his face in his hands a little, “i thought i as the suave one here.”

-in that moment you make a decision. you’re a Ravenclaw. but fuck it, tonight you want a little bit of Slytherin inside you. or maybe, hopefully, even a lot of Slytherin in you (why am i such a dork)

-you get up and get on top of him, straddling his hips as your hands go to his shoulders and his hands settle on your waist as he looks up at you, “what do you want from me Cal?”

-”want this.” he says, leaning up to try to capture your lips but you pull away and out of his reach with a teasing grin

-”clarify this for me Cal.”

-”want you.”

-and that’s enough

-your leaning down and one of his hands goes into your hair, keeping your face close to his as his lips dance over yours

-as per classic Ravenclaw fashion, you tell him exactly what to do and he’s sort of super into it

-tracing those beautiful muggle tattoos that stay in a fixed position on his skin

-”i want you to tell me the story of each one of these.” you say

-”not now.” he moans continuing to kiss your neck

-you are shook because you’re actually doing this

-the two of you probably falling off the couch at one point because neither of you are used to it, and then fucking amongst books scattered on the ground, half of them covered in black ink spelling out poetic words that all came from the beautiful Slytherin in front of you

-the two of you laying there after, amongst all the books

-you roll onto your stomach, opening a book and looking at the poetry written in the margins

-its beautiful poetry and as you begin to read it out loud, Cal’s lips trace over your back, “wait, Cal, is this about me?” you ask

-he groans, “hoped you wouldn’t notice.”

-the two of you just chill there for hours and you don’t even realize how late it is outside

-you talk about books and life and why Cal is even in Slytherin

-”i think it comes down to ambition.” he says, “i’ve always worked for what i want.” his fingers trace small shapes on your back, “then there’s the loyalty and confidence.”

-”yeah, you are a cocky bastard aren’t you.” you tease as his lips press against yours again

-you both realize how late it is and he walks you back to your common room, kissing you before you go in

-you get to your class the next day and notice him in the back of the class… so this time you go to the back and sit with him and he just grins at you

-all his friends smile at you and talk to you and they’re pretty welcoming for a bunch of Slytherins

-but you know they’re loyal AF to Calum and thats why they’re being so nice to you

-so the two of you sit together in every class, his arm usually around the back of your chair

-and whenever you can you find yourself in the room of requirement with him

-you’re already acting like a couple

-and everyone has noticed

-because he’s so smiley and cute around you and no one has ever seen him like that

-all your Ravenclaw friends are like wtf

-and when you show up to another Slytherin game in Cal’s scarf it’s pretty much a declaration of your relationship

-he catches the snitch and instead of landing on the ground, Cal flies over to the stands, hops off his broom and grabs your face and kisses you in front of everyone

-”Get it Cal!” Michael screams over the speakers only to be shushed by a teacher

-people are kinda shook. no. they hella shook

-Cal is in love with how smart you are

-he’s also a smart cookie too though

-and you two are intimidating as fuck

-plus, Cal and his friends are tight as fuck so not only do you have one protective Slytherin but four

-so many study dates in the room of requirement

-Cal is ambitious and determined to study but he also does get bored

-and he always gets super determined to distract you while you’re studying

-”read the textbook.” he demands, lips trailing up your thigh. when his actions make you put the book down, he stops, “did i tell you to stop princess. i have to study.”

-trying to read the book out loud while his tongue works magic in between your thighs is hard as fuck

-and this determined boy is hella into over stimulation. so… get ready for that.

-he’s such a mischievous fuck too.

-like sitting next to each other in class and his fingers are under your skirt

-forcing Luke to sit between you sometimes when Cal is too horny and you need to pay attention to class

-wearing that god damn green scarf because it smells like him

-he’s a biter

-his pals all calling your love bites ‘snake bites’

-”might wanna give Y/N your scarf, Cal, the snake bites are showing.” Ash teases

-the Ravenclaws all being kinda pissed because “we thought you hated Calum!”

-and if you’re a creative Ravenclaw that likes writing then this guy wants to read everything

-cuddling

-he draws lazy shapes on your bare skin

-and Slytherin Cal is horny all the time fam.

-all the time

-like, showing up to the room of requirement expecting to see your beautiful book shelves but instead finding Cal just chilling in a bed with a book

-”i feel bad using the room like this.” you say between kisses. “well, it decided to make the bed when i walked in so it’s choosing to let us do this here.” Calum points out

-this boy always manages to sweet talk his way into your pants

-he’s cunning like that. a true Slytherin

-that Slytherin tongue knows whats good fam. it knows whats good

-pet names 24/7

-long hugs

-he loves that thing where his arm is over your shoulders but your hand is up and your fingers are intertwined

-he’s down to come sit at the Ravenclaw table and his friends are more than down since all the Ravenclaw girls flirt with the boys

-but usually you go sit at the Slytherin table

-his boys are always grumbly about that

-”are you sure you don’t want us to come sit at your table today Y/N?” Luke asks, looking at the girls over your shoulder who are waving at him

-Cal laughs and puts his arm around you pulling you to his chest so he can kiss your forehead, “leave her alone guys.”

-you and Cal are such a power couple

-i just feel it fam.

[foulsouls]

la squadra(or just prosciutto/ghiaccio if it's too much sorry!!) cuddle hcs? selfserving cause i'm sad and need a hug

Aww anon! I hope you get all the hugs!! 

Risotto is a pretty touch starved guy, he finds it hard to find people who actually want to cuddle with him. That being said if the chance for cuddles presents itself Risotto practically jumps on it! He has big arms that can surround you completely and he is very warm. Just listening to his heart while laying on his chest is enough to make you sleepy. He also might literally just fall asleep from how content he feels, if he is the big spoon that means you aren’t going anywhere in a hurry so make sure your schedule is empty. If Riz is the little spoon he curls up like a kitty cat and just naps on you, so you definitely still aren’t going anywhere. 

Prosciutto is another one that’s kinda touch starved but he gets all huffy and pouty if someone points it out. He won’t turn down a request for cuddles but depending on his mood you might get the life squeezed out of you. If he is grumpy he will be like a boa constrictor, he doesn’t mean to but he just can’t help it. If Pro is in a good mood his hugs are a little less constricting, he still keeps a tight hold on you tho. Gotta make sure you don’t wriggle around too much! If Prosciutto is the little spoon he is aaallll wriggly! Trying to find the comfiest spot on you, he nuzzles you and gets all bitchy if you aren’t holding him right. 

Pesci is just sooooo comfy to cuddle! He gets very blushy and shy but he won’t turn you away, it’s a little awkward at the start but once he gets into it you’re probably in for the most cozy cuddles ever!! His jacket is nice and fluffy and soft and he has a nice squishy belly and big strong arms, he engulfs you with his hugs. He’s another one that will fall asleep if you cuddle with him, not that he minds if you fall asleep too. If he is the little spoon he will be pretty much sitting in your lap, he doesn’t mind if your arms don’t quite reach around him, he just loves the feeling of being held. 

Formaggio is another comfy cuddle buddy, he’s always down to cuddle with you! Since he likes to chill out when he’s not busy he’s usually always available for hugs. He likes to lay down and cuddle with you on top, he likes the feeling of having someone squish him ( not in a sexual way ). He’ll rub your back and play with your hair if you want him too and he’d really appreciate it if you return the favor when he’s the little spoon. 

Ghiaccio is so grumpy usually people don’t ask him for cuddles but he’s a pretty good cuddle buddy! He’s a little forceful tho and will yank you down into his lap at your request and get on with whatever he was doing. He will hug you into his chest and will nuzzle you a little without realizing it. He won’t admit it but he loves it if you nuzzle him back, he hums and squeezes you closer.If Ghia is the little spoon he likes to lay across your lap and hug your waist, he won’t say it but he wants you to rub his shoulders and scratch his scalp. It’s one of the rare occasions that he actually takes his glasses off so he can mush his face into your thigh/belly. 

Melone is all wriggly and wants to be as tangled together with you as possible! Your legs are intertwined and your arms are around each other and it’s bliss. He won’t ever turn down a chance to cuddle, he is usually the one to initiate such cuddle sessions. His hugs are so nice and comforting, he likes to quietly chat to you while you hug, he runs his fingers through your hair so he can hear you sigh with contentedness. Big spoon or little spoon Melone doesn’t have a preference! All he wants is to feel the stress leave your body as you lay there together. He will melt if you rest your head on his chest or nuzzle him. He does like to cuddle laying down on a bed because he feels it’s the best way to really relieve your stress. 

Illuso is a veerrryy comfy cuddle buddy, have you seen his clothes? He’s pretty much ready to go at any time. He likes it if he can let his hair down when cuddling because it just adds another level to the comfort he feels when in the throes of a cuddle session, he encourages you to do the same. He likes it if you rest your head under his chin, he’ll rub your arms and back while humming quietly. He might sniff your hair a lil and he doesn’t mind if you wanna do the same to him. If Illuso is the little spoon he will stick his face in your chest not in a naughty way, he just loves hearing sound of your heart beat, it soothes him. He really really wants you to play with his hair too! He might get a little pouty if you don’t take the hint.