#it’s not the first time we’ve seen that

[nikebueckers]

PAIGE BUECKERS: ISLAND VACATION

ONE SHOT | nsfw, 18+

“ugh. come on… we were on the plane for hours,” you groan, flopping down onto the resort bed. it’s so comfortable that you find yourself immediately sinking lower, craving the embrace of the mattress. your tensed up muscles begin to relax, and even though it’s only 6 pm local time and you just landed at a beautiful luxury resort, you want nothing more than to go to sleep.

“exactly,” paige counters. “which is why we need to get moving! there’s so much to do here. and we’ve only got the suite for a week. we can’t waste any time.”

you roll your eyes while your face is still hidden in the mattress, and then you sit up. it’s the first time you managed to get a good look at the room; when you first came in, you were so tired (and so excited to see a bed after hours of being in the air) that you didn’t notice how glamorous the suite really was. or how ginormous it was.

there was a set of floor-to-ceiling windows next to the bed that looked out over miles and miles of beautiful greenery, water and mountains. the floors were a stunning dark marble, and the walls were either pure cobblestone, or painted a deep, rich gold. the entire room was lit by natural light or different intricate lamps, giving it a soft and glowing aura. the suite had an attached balcony, a hot tub, a fully equipped kitchen, and a bathroom with the biggest bathtub you’d ever seen in your life.

the beauty of the suite made you want to stay inside even more, but then you took another peak outside of the windows next to the bed. the island itself looked even more beautiful. and then you started to think about how much work paige must’ve put into this vacation— finding the perfect resort for you to stay at, making sure you got the most beautiful suite, hunting down the best flight with the least layovers, planning activities you’d both want to do instead of just things that she might want to do…

sighing, you stood up and walked over to paige, wrapping your arms around her in a hug. “you’re right. i’m sorry i’ve been so grumpy. i’m just really tired. and i hate flying, you know that about me, but that’s not an excuse. i love this room. and i love this view even more, and i love you most of all. you must’ve put so much thought into all of this… what do you want to do first?”

you pulled back a bit to look up at paige and you could see her begin to blush. that was something you really loved about her, that even after 3 years together, she still blushed at the smallest of compliments. she stroked your hair as she murmured her response, “first things first, i think we should take a shower. i feel so gross after that flight. and then let’s go grab dinner. somewhere nice. what do you think?”

“i think that sounds amazing,” you agreed, smiling at paige as you nuzzled into her and gave her neck a soft peck. it always amazed you how paige has such a calming effect on you— how you could be so tired and irritable, but just a few moments with her can bring you back down to earth.

paige beamed at you in response, taking your hand and guiding you towards the bathroom. the bathtub that you were absolutely dying to get in sat to the right, and a shower the size of a luxury walk-in closet stood to your left. it was one of the fancy showers where the water pours down from the top and surrounds you from all sides, with an elegant stone floor and walls. no matter how comfortable and enticing the tub may have looked in your exhausted state, the thought of paige standing naked under the cascading water had you moving towards the shower instead.

you started to undress yourself, peeling off the comfortable outfit you’d wore for your extremely long flight— light pink sweatpants, nike dunks, and a hoodie with paige’s basketball number on the back. not the cutest outfit, but necessary for a flight of that duration.

paige reached over and turned on the water and then began to undress herself. you looked over to her, admiring the way her muscles flexed ever-so-slightly when she lifted her arms to take off her shirt. as much as you hated the amount of time that paige had to spend in the gym… it did have some payoffs.

“too hot?” paige asked, beckoning for you to check the temperature of the water.

“you? yes. the water? perfect,” you responded, tucking your head into paige’s neck as she laughed and shook her head at you.

“you’re so corny. even more than me. and that’s saying something,” paige murmured playfully, kissing the top of your head. “come on, let’s get in. i’m going to make our reservations while you’re getting ready, because i know you’re going to be awhile.”

you scowled at paige in mock offense, then shrugged your shoulders in defeat when you realized she was right — you probably would be at least an hour getting ready, and paige would be done in 15 minutes.

you made your way into the shower with paige following behind you. the warm water hit your skin and you immediately relaxed into paige, who was standing behind you with her arms wrapped gently around you. she started to plant small kisses up and down your neck. the two of you stayed like that for a few minutes, enjoying the spacious shower, warm water and physical touch.

“wanna know something?” paige said softly, slowly trailing her hand that was placed on your waist up your stomach as she spoke.

“hm?” you responded, your eyes closed as you let your head fall back against paige’s chest. she continued to kiss along your neck, moving slowly up to your ear.

“i couldn’t relax at all on the flight. i wanted to sleep, y’know? because it was such a long flight. but i just kept thinking about you.” paige’s hand made it’s way to right below your boob, the other hand still on your waist, her grip becoming more firm each moment that passed.

“yeah? i was right beside you, though. what were you thinking about?” you asked, your voice becoming slightly shaky. you’d been with paige for so long and she still managed to turn you on so quickly. one touch, just a few words, and you were immediately crumbling underneath her. she loved to tease you, always making you wait for the things you really wanted.

“that’s the problem,” paige breathed, her hand finally gripping your breast. paige groaned as she groped you, taking her other hand off your waist and cupping your other boob, squeezing your tits in her hands and pinching your nipples in between her fingers, occasionally using her hands to bounce your tits up and down, just so she could see them move. “you were right next to me, but so was everyone else on that plane. i wanted to finger fuck you right there in the seat so bad. or take you to the bathroom… bend you over and suck on your clit until you were begging me to stop. but i couldn’t. imagine that headline: ‘uconn star makes girlfriend squirt on plane.’ maybe that wouldn’t be so bad, though. maybe i want everyone to know that you belong to me.”

you moaned softly, paige’s voice becoming low and dark. she started sucking on your neck, beginning to squeeze your nipples harder than she was squeezing before. typically paige was pretty gentle with you, but she was being so aggressive right now, so domineering, that you knew what she said really was the truth— she must’ve spent the entire flight here just daydreaming about fucking you.

“here’s what we’re going to do,” paige said lowly, her voice stern and gravely. she stopped feeling you up and slowly trailed her hand down to your pussy. you whimpered as she began to tease you, swiping her fingers along your folds but never pushing inside you. “you’re going to stand there and look pretty. i’m going to get down on my knees and taste your pretty little pussy for as long as i want. i don’t care if you cum; if i’m not done, you’re going to cum again. you’re going to moan for me, loud, and you’re not going to fucking complain. understood?”

as paige murmured the last word, she brought her fingers up to your clit and began rubbing circles, steady and slow. you whined loudly, bucking your hips up a bit in surprise. “i-i understand,” you breathed out, feeling yourself becoming wetter and wetter by the minute.

“good girl,” paige replied, removing her fingers and scowling at you when you whimpered in protest. “no complaining, remember?”

biting your lip, you nodded your head in agreement and turned around to allow yourself to look at paige. she looked stunning. perfectly chiseled stomach, defined muscles, gorgeous blonde hair, and those sultry eyes…. all while the water poured down around her, making her skin glisten.

you had to hold back another moan as you watched her kneel down and look up at you. her eyes were so dark and full of lust— the second you made eye contact with her, you felt yourself slip into a state of submission. you almost wished you were the one about to eat her out, how desperately you wanted to be able to please her.

paige leaned in and started kissing up your thighs. you were almost trembling with anticipation. after a few moments, paige was level with your pussy. you whimpered as she reached out and spread your lips apart.

“you’re such a pretty girl,” paige groaned, literally inspecting your wetness. “and that fucking pussy is gorgeous.” paige slowly inserted a finger inside of you, groaning to herself as your warmth surrounded her finger. “fuck. you’re so wet.”

“i know,” you whimpered, as paige began to thrust her finger inside of you, curling it in just the right way. “please give me another finger, paige.”

“i wonder why?” paige responded, ignoring your request. “why are you so wet, baby? can you answer that for me?”

you threw your head back as paige removed her finger and began rubbing your clit again. she went slower this time, teasing you even worse than before. you tried to answer, but you couldn’t bring yourself to, fully lost in the pleasure paige was bringing you.

“i asked you a question, sweetheart. why are you so wet?” paige repeated. “why do i have your pussy literally dripping down my fingers right now?”

you trembled at paige’s words and tried to mutter out a response, but paige began to quicken her pace, leaving you unable to do anything but let out a loud string of moans.

“you wanna know what i think? i think you like that i’m bossing you around. i think you know what you do to me, and you like it. am i wrong, sweetheart?” paige said, her voice ragged and deep.

all you could do was nod in response, trying to stifle your pained moan when paige took her fingers away from you. almost immediately, she leaned in, replacing her fingers with the sensation of her soft, steady breaths hitting your clit. you shivered, opening your eyes again to look down at her.

“please make me cum, paige. i promise i’ll do what you asked. i won’t complain, i’ll listen to you, i’ll shut up and take it. just please, please make me cum,” you plead, your voice barely over a whisper. you think you might have a sore throat tomorrow because of how much you’ve moaned in the last 10 minutes.

“now you’re learning,” paige chuckled to herself. you felt her arm wrap around your thighs and pull you into her, and a second later paige’s face was buried in your pussy. you moaned loudly, grabbing onto her hair as you felt your eyes slip closed.

paige always knew how to make you feel good, but something about what she was doing right now just felt different. she was gripping onto the back of your thighs so tight that you thought she might leave bruises, but you liked the way it felt. you wanted her to grip harder.

paige flicked her tongue firmly against your clit, occasionally sucking on it for a few moments. she looked up at you with hooded, determined eyes. you felt yourself shaking, and paige grabbed onto your thighs even tighter to steady you. she was putting all of her effort into pleasing you, swiping her tongue around you in relentless circles.

“fuck,” you moaned as you tightened your hold on paige’s hair. “please don’t stop, paige. p-please… please don’t stop..”

paige took one hand off of her grip on you, and you felt two of her fingers forcefully enter you. she didn’t give you time to react; she just continued lapping at your clit as she thrusted her fingers deep inside of you, curling them in such a perfect way that your legs began to shake and you genuinely thought you might fall.

you could feel your orgasm building with each second. paige must’ve been able to sense it too, because she started to thrust her fingers faster, applying heavier pressure to your clit with her tongue as she swirled and sucked.

“fucking cum for me,” paige groaned against your pussy. “you said you’d listen to me, so fucking listen to me. cum on my tongue. cum on my tongue right fucking now or you’re not going to like what happens to you.”

paige’s words made your pussy throb. you halfway wanted to try to push your orgasm off, just so you could see exactly what she was threatening. but you knew it was no use. paige curled her fingers again and you were done for— tumbling over the edge with moans so loud that you were sure whoever was in the suite next to yours would be able to hear.

you bucked your hips onto paige’s face as you rode through your orgasm, cursing under your breath the whole time as you looked down at your girlfriend sucking on your cunt.

you were done, but paige didn’t plan on going back on her word. she was going to eat you out for as long as she wanted. it didn’t matter that you were beginning to shake uncontrollably, that the tingling on your clit was all too much, that the pressure from paige’s fingers fucking themselves inside of you was going to drive you insane.

paige only buried her face deeper, groaning to herself as she ravished your pussy. you knew she wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. you also knew you guys were definitely not going to be going to dinner.

you felt so overstimulated, you didn’t know if you could handle even one more.

“i know you think you’re done,” paige murmured, pulling away from your pussy and licking your wetness off her lips, “but you’re not. get out, dry off. leave your clothes off, and get in the bedroom. i’m going to fuck you on the balcony. you’re going to cum until you fucking cry.”

you felt yourself tremble, but you nodded in response, giving paige a soft kiss on the neck before you made your way out of the shower. you dried yourself off and then made your way back into the bedroom, looking out at the balcony paige had just promised to ravage you on.

you could hear paige get out of the shower herself and head into the kitchen. you heard the sound of red wine being poured, and then footsteps headed back towards you.

“let’s drink this first,” paige murmured, sitting down next to you and wrapping her arm around you. “i think you might need it, once i get started with you again.”

you looked over at paige and could tell she was completely serious. her eyes had that same dark, domineering look in them. you put your glass to your lips and savored the taste of the deep, red liquid.

a smile tugged at the corner of your lips as you thought about what was to come. at least you get to stay in tonight…

[mizgnomer]

Behind the Scenes of The Giggle - Part Fourteen

Excerpt from Benjamin Cook’s article in DWM 599:

In the back garden of a lovely detached house in the Cardiff suburbs – “Not a mansion, but enough to make you go ‘Ooh’,” Russell’s script specifies – David Tennant is giving Bonnie Langford a bear hug. “Welcome back!” he’s saying. “How long’s it been? Thirty-four years?” What a touching moment. “Yeah! And then she sort of blew it,” David tells me later, laughing, “and said, ‘Oh, no, I was here last year!’”

In a timey-wimey twist, today – Friday, 17 June 2022, another scorcher – is Bonnie first time back on Doctor Who since 1987… bar a fleeting cameo in 2022’s The Power of the Doctor. She’s carrying an apple crumble through some patio doors.

And there are the Nobles – Donna, Rose, Sylvia and Shaun – gathered around the garden table, beneath the pergola, about to tuck into pots of curry and cauliflower cheese. (Anything but tuna madras, please.) Sat with them, joining the familial fray at Donna’s new gaff, is the Nobles’ lodger: the Doctor, like we’ve never seen him before. So relaxed. So happy. “He’s not really save-the-world Doctor right now,” Chanya tells David. “This is an off-duty Doctor.” He’s regaling his adopted family with The Eyebrows Story that he’s probably spun a hundred times before. He’s almost at the bit with the Warrior Queen of the Felooth when –

“Am I late?” Enter: Mel, wearing a Reiss dress covered in pink and white flowers. It’s a floral riff of her Time and the Rani ensemble (“They put me in white trousers in a quarry,” winces Bonnie, when I ask her about that ’87 gear. “What the hell was that about??”). “Sorry, the door was open, you don’t mind?”

“Mad Aunty Mel!! I was so happy when I thought of that,” says Russell. “At last she’s got a home, a story, a history. I suppose this house is Donna and Shaun’s, living with mum and grandad, and the Doctor as the strange lodger in the attic. They were promised compensation by UNIT at the end of The Star Beast [after their home was ravaged by Wrarth Warriors].

“Or maybe Bonnie Langford should move into Bannerman Road?” adds Russell, tantalisingly. “I wouldn’t object. MAD AUNTY MEL.”

For Catherine, working with Bonnie must be the equivalent of David partnering with Ncuti? Is there a sense that they’re kindred souls? “Oh I mean,” she says, “I’m just not as deep as that.” She explodes with laughter. “We didn’t even discuss it. I didn’t know she was a companion! I was literally going to David, ‘Bonnie Langford was in Doctor Who?!’”

“Bonnie’s quite unusual, certainly from the old show, in that she was probably better known for other things,” David reasons. “That’s quite rare. This show tends to cling to you.”

“That’s the thing about Doctor Who. You can run, but you can’t hide,” says Catherine. “It’ll get you. It’ll bring you back in the end – happily.”

Catherine has no regrets, then, about returning for these 60th Anniversary Specials? No, not one, she insists. Best of all, Donna finally gets the happy ending she deserves – the delightful fate of Donna Noble. “I think it’s just amazing that Russell has found a way to do that,” says Catherine. “I was convinced he was going to have the Doctor and Donna die in some terrible, spectacular way and everyone would be sobbing. But no. We sit in a garden and eat apple crumble with Bonnie Langford. Ha! Which is so perfect.”

When Catherine read the script for The Giggle, she was “a little bit taken aback, actually, at what happens,” she told us two issues back. Now she explains: “That was when it fell into place for me. I realised, the need to want the monumental was the actor in me. That’s not what Donna wants. Donna doesn’t want the drama. What she wants is to bring the Doctor home and to ground him the way she needed to ground herself. That’s how she saves him. For me that’s Russell’s brilliance, that he sees beyond the showiness.”

Catherine texted Russell after reading the script. “I was like, ‘Oh my God, we sit in a garden having a barbecue,’ and he goes, ‘Yeah, Donna gets the ending she always wanted.’ I thought, of course, that’s what she wants. She wants her best friend. And obviously,” says Catherine, smiling cheerily, “they get the best of both worlds, because there’s a TARDIS in the garden as well.”

“I really like that this is part of the garden,” says David, pointing across the lawn to where his TARDIS is stood. The Doctor’s TARDIS, by the patio windows. For now. (He took Mel to New York last week. And Rose Noble to Mars.)

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For other posts in this set, please see the #whoBtsGiggle tag. The full episode list is [ here ]

[startheskelaton]

Aww Soundblaster protecting Sparks from Landbrat is very important to me <3 I just wanted to ask what cliches the One Spark characters would be in in like a high-school or smth because of your Urban Kuji comic! Thank you!

Oh my gosh yes! I love this question!!

Acid storm: Acidstorm is actually in Urban Kiju as a cannon character, why? I thought it was funny. As we’ve seen, she’s part of the losers squad. She fits in perfectly with the meme brain rotted loser guys. She’s good friends with Bai-Suzhen, as they are both veterans of internet fandom

Sparkplug: Due to Megatron being friends with Belial, she goes to Malebrandes academy. Her dad is also an old friend of Alpha Cherno, so she’s childhood best friends with G-danger. She hangs out with that little group most of the time, only doing some sports out of spite, mostly to prove that she can. She doesn’t call herself a jock, she just hangs out with a few.

Nightflyer: Nightflyer also attends Malebrandes academy, at first it was just because his father Starscream was a famous actor. However he soon became one of the best students academically at the academy. He really doesn’t have any friends due to his lack of social skills, so he hangs out with the teachers. Notably, he eats lunch with Professors Ultima each day

Soundblaster: Soundblaster got in on a scholarship to the academy, having the gift of perfect pitch. He found himself immediately being isolated by others due to his looks and intimidating aura. He would be taking in by the loser squad of the academy, unlike the loser squad of Monarch high, these losers are actually smart. He finds himself defending them from bullies

Slipstream: she also goes to the same academy but absolutely hates it. She hates the head mean girls and tried to roll with them, however they would absolutely boring. Both Acid storm and Airachnid go to Monarch high, so she really doesn’t have her possy. She even gets along great with the other mean girls at Monarch high, however she refuses to leave Nightflyer alone at Malebrandes.

Airachnid: she goes to Monarch high with Acid storm, this is because she’s related to Kumonga on her mother’s side. She’s currently acting as a bodyguard for the mean girls click, scaring away losers and over confident jocks that try to hit on them. However she deeply misses Slipstream, and she tends to confide in Barb about her saphic longing.

[twopoppies]

Hi Gina! I don’t remember if I’ve already written to you about this or if it was somewhere else, but still. Regarding the “1D at the Brits” rumour - I’m about 95% confident that no such thing will happen and, moreover, that it could be a rumour leaked by the award show itself.

First of all, the timing. It appeared just after the tickets went on sale, but before the final nominations announcement. Within 24 hours it was a complete sold out - I know because I monitored them closely lol. The Brits do usually sell out, but definitely not as fast, not even (from what I could gather) in 2023 when Harry was expected to be nominated.

Second, the nature. The initial rumour was very firm that it would be a musical performance by 1D, but later repeats state that it’s still in the works, and more likely a video, and not even certainly featuring the boys. Alrighty.

Third, the motivation. Brits have had a steadily declining viewership for a good decade, with a notable peak in 2023 (I wonder why 👀). The nominations this year are not so banging, there is much overlap with last year, but after rumours like these about either a reunion or Harry’s comeback, the viewership may climb a good bit. Any speculation works, and if it’s not Taylor Swift attending (which is a point of discussion before any major award show lol, regardless of her nomination status or relevance to it), then it’s a 1D reunion.

Fourth, the patterns. Blame my steel trap brain that fights against low attention spans, but how different is it from Harry at Fire Aid? Or Harry at Glasto, or Harry literally anywhere, or the reunion rumours that appeared after Liam’s passing? Especially the last ones: first they also had people say (even on your blog!) that “everything was ready and about to be announced” (an over-emotional acquaintance of mine was even saying that “someone told her that someone found the rent contracts with Wembley and the marketing plans”, yeah sure). And then it was “oh they’re thinking about something now”. And then it was nothing. So rumours come and go, and if they don’t come true, they’re instantly forgotten. But I remember, and by now I really don’t believe anything.

Finally, the boys. From what we’ve seen of them over the past months, and especially from how Liam’s funeral was organised with an explicit intention to prevent a picture of the four of them with a “reunion” headline, I think they’re nowhere near being ready to withstand that, definitely not on an actual stage. And if any of my suspicions are true, it’s honestly abhorrent to think that their grief (and also in part ours, as a fandom) is being used as a marketing instrument, and that an act of mourning and remembrance for a lost brother can be labelled as a reunion.

And honestly, many rumours (not only these about 1D at the Brits, but also about Harry and occasionally about others artists as well) feel like they aim to build up the speculation in the media and in the public sphere and to force the artist’s hand through it. A self-fulfilling prophecy of sorts. But that’s probably a discussion for another time.

I could kiss you. You have summed up very eloquently what’s been running around in my brain about this, too. And @apparentlybychance was literally saying the same thing about tickets sales this morning.

I’m super skeptical anything will happen. I’m super skeptical of my supposed insider anon (who, if you’re real and you actually want us to know something, come off anon and give me something to believe).

If anything, maybe they individually taped something if there’s some sort of video tribute. Because honestly, if they show up, it’s going to take the focus off of Liam. We could be wrong, but I’m not expecting them to be there.

[ninadove]

And because I now have fancy new tags to put to good use…

Thoughts on Miraculous S6 E2: The Illustrhater 🎨

Please note that this is a salt-free space. I do not want to see even a grain of salt in my notes. You will be blocked on sight. Cool? Cool. (And even if it’s not cool with you… well… blocked on sight… so…)

First things first: the new animation style is actually really cute and works really well in context! Chat in particular looks great, contrary to what that first promotional poster made us fear. Adrien as a civilian might be the one who suffered most, probably because of the hairstyle change… It will need some getting used to, but overall, I like what I’ve seen so far. So much love and care was put into the smallest details, like the sparkles on Mari’s tights!

Special mention:

SHE HAS SPIKES????? LITTLE HAIR SPIKES????? IN HER HAIR????? AND DRAGON SCALES????? AND SLIT PUPILS????? AND HER SUIT LAYS EVEN MORE INTO THE ASYMETRIC VIBE, HIGHLIGHTING HOW MUCH INDEPENDENCE SHE GAINED AND HOW COMFORTABLE SHE IS WITHOUT THE PRESSURE OF BEING PERFECT ALL THE TIME????? AND SHE LOOKS SO HAPPY????? LIKE SHE’S HAVING SO MUCH FUN????? LIKE SOMEONE IN HER LIFE HAS BEEN A GOOD INFLUENCE MAYBE????? 🥺🥺🥺🥺

… Apologies, I seem to have lost the plot for a minute. Where was I?

Oh, yeah. If one thing is clear from this first look at S6, it’s that Marinette’s secrets will catch up to her at some point. The writers lay it on thick in both Alyanette scenes and with the “Even as superheroes, they share everything” DJWiFi/Love Square contrast! It’s not exactly a surprise, but with how many people claimed we would never hear a single word about the Agreste plotline again, I feel somewhat… vindicated.

Marinette not knowing how to act around Adrien actually makes a lot of sense to me? She’s had to be his rock through his grieving process, meaning she has functionally not left Ladybug Mode since the end of S5. Of course when she gets a chance to chill and actually do regular couple things, she gets terribly scared! Seeing her trying to imitate other couples was so funny and cute… Did you know I love her… And Adrien was such a wet cold lost kitten through it all… Did you know I love him…

That being said, this felt like an Alyanette episode first and an OT4 episode second. I loved seeing these four work as a group again! Nino was simply too precious and I loved Adrinette “““covering up””” for Renapace. Rena grabbed Ladybug’s hand for their little manoeuvre like it was second nature to her, which is very reminiscent of Bumbleby from RWBY, aka the Sapphic Battle Couple!

(And that Chekov’s gun… I’m sure we’ve all seen Chekov’s gun…… We shall not mention it yet……… It’s there and we know where it’s headed…………)

But of course. Of course. The character who shone the brightest in this episode? Was Lila.

It’s clear from the get-go how different she is from Monarch!!! Smarter, more manipulative, but perhaps also… more compassionate, in a twisted way…? She gives her victims the illusion of choice (“Only if you agree, of course” // “And what shall I call you?”), making herself small when she first approaches them only to reveal her full size when the magic takes over.

AND YET it seems to me she must know pain intimately to leverage it so well… Really makes you ponder the Manon theory, especially when comparing Illustrhater and Puppeteer’s costumes…

Another key difference with Gabriel is that she is on the field, constantly observing and taking notes, which is extremely scary but also exposes her to more risks. I’m very curious to learn more about this chameleon magic of hers and what she means by “you’ll know nothing about me, about us, bout them”… She seems to think of herself as the center of a web, a spider rather than a butterfly, if you will!

(Also, the more I think about it, the more convinced I am that the Diabolo menthe reference was intentional!)

[alittlegiraffe]

Title: Misunderstood

It started small. Marshall wasn’t the most openly emotional guy, but you always knew when he was present—when he was *there* with you. He had his way of making you feel like the only person in the world, even in his quiet moments.

But recently, that connection felt like it had been fraying. He’d been coming home later, spending more time in his home studio, and his usual warmth had been replaced by something distant. When he did talk to you, his responses were clipped, like he was only half-listening.

You tried to push through it at first, chalking it up to stress. He was always juggling a million things at once—his music, his kids, his public image. But when he started leaving the room to take phone calls or spacing out during dinner, a nagging thought crept into your mind.

What if he was pulling away because there was someone else?

It wasn’t like him, but you’d seen it happen to other people. Relationships falling apart quietly, slowly, until one day you wake up and realize you don’t know the person lying next to you. The fear of that happening to you and Marshall clawed at your chest, and the frustration of not knowing how to fix it bubbled over.

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It was late, and you were already in bed, staring at the ceiling. Marshall had just gotten home after another long day. He sat on the edge of the mattress, scrolling through his phone, completely silent.

“Marshall,” you said, your voice sharp in the quiet room.

He didn’t look up. “Yeah?”

You sat up, your arms crossed. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on with you?”

“What are you talking about?” he asked, finally glancing over his shoulder.

“You’ve been acting weird for weeks. Distant. Distracted. You barely talk to me anymore, and I feel like I’m invisible.”

He sighed, setting his phone down on the nightstand. “I’ve just been busy. That’s all.”

“Busy?” you repeated, incredulous. “You’re not just busy, Marshall. You’ve been completely checked out. What is it? What’s going on?”

“I told you—it’s nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me!” you snapped, your voice rising. “Is there someone else? Are you cheating on me?”

His head snapped toward you, his eyes narrowing. “Are you serious right now?”

“What else am I supposed to think?” you shot back, throwing your hands up. “You’ve been shutting me out completely, and I don’t understand why. If there’s something you’re not telling me, just say it!”

Marshall stood, pacing the room, his jaw tight. “You think I’d cheat on you? After everything we’ve been through?”

“I don’t know what to think!” you yelled, your voice breaking. “I don’t know anything anymore because you won’t talk to me!”

Marshall stopped pacing, running a hand over his face. He looked… tired. Defeated.

“It’s not what you think,” he said softly, his voice cracking. “I’m not cheating on you.”

“Then what is it?” you asked, your tone softer now.

He sat back down on the bed, his shoulders slumping. “I have to go to L.A. for a few weeks. The label booked studio time, and I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you without it turning into a fight. I know it’s part of the job, but it’s killing me, okay?”

You blinked, confused. “Why would it be killing you?”

“Because I hate being away from you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Every time I leave, it feels like I’m leaving part of myself behind. And this time, it’s worse. I don’t know why. I’ve been trying to deal with it on my own, but it’s messing with my head.”

The weight of his words hit you like a freight train. All your anger, all your suspicions melted away, replaced by a pang of guilt so sharp it made your chest ache.

“Marshall,” you whispered, reaching out to touch his hand.

He shook his head, his blue eyes clouded with emotion. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like I didn’t care. I didn’t mean to shut you out. I just didn’t know how to talk about it without making you upset.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you scooted closer to him. “I thought… I thought I was losing you. I’m so sorry. I should’ve asked you about it sooner instead of jumping to conclusions.”

“No,” he said, his voice firm. “You shouldn’t have had to guess what was going on. That’s on me. I should’ve talked to you.”

You sat there in silence for a moment, his words settling between you. Then you leaned forward, wrapping your arms around him tightly.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured against your hair, his voice breaking.

“Me too,” you whispered, holding onto him like you never wanted to let go.

**Rebuilding**

That night, the two of you stayed up talking. You told him how his behavior had made you feel, and he told you about the pressure he’d been under, the way the thought of leaving had been eating at him.

It wasn’t easy, but by the time the sun started to rise, you felt lighter, like a weight had been lifted off your chest.

When the day came for Marshall to leave, you were still sad to see him go. But this time, there was no tension, no distance between you. Just love and the promise of his return.

As he kissed you goodbye, his hands lingering on your face, he said, “I’ll call you every day. I’ll be back before you know it.”

And for the first time in weeks, you believed him.

**The Return**

Three weeks had never felt so long.

Marshall had called you every day like he promised—sometimes more than once. He sent pictures of the studio, snippets of songs he was working on, and messages that made you laugh. He was doing his best to close the distance between you, but it wasn’t the same.

The house felt emptier without him. You missed the sound of his laugh, the warmth of his arms around you, the way he’d sneak up behind you in the kitchen just to kiss your neck. You tried to stay busy, but it was impossible not to count the days until he came back.

Finally, the day arrived.

You were in the kitchen, cleaning up after breakfast, when you heard the front door open. Your heart leapt as you rushed into the hallway, wiping your hands on a dish towel.

And there he was.

Marshall stood in the doorway, his bag slung over one shoulder and his baseball cap pulled low over his face. He looked tired, but the second he saw you, his entire expression softened.

“Hey,” he said, his voice quiet.

You didn’t say anything. You just ran to him, throwing your arms around his neck. He let out a soft laugh as he dropped his bag and wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight.

“I missed you so much,” you whispered, burying your face in his shoulder.

“I missed you more,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

You pulled back just enough to look at him, your hands cupping his face. “You look exhausted.”

He shrugged, giving you a small smile. “Long flight. But I’m good now.”

“Are you hungry? I can make you something—”

He cut you off with a kiss, his lips pressing against yours with an urgency that made your knees weak. When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours.

“All I need right now is you,” he said softly.

**The Rest of the Day**

You spent the day curled up on the couch together, talking, laughing, and just enjoying each other’s presence. Marshall told you about the recording process, the late nights in the studio, and how he’d stayed up some nights just staring at his phone, wanting to hear your voice.

“You know, it’s not the same,” he said, running his fingers through your hair as your head rested on his chest.

“What’s not?” you asked, tilting your head to look at him.

“Talking on the phone. It helps, but it’s not the same as being here with you. I hate being away from you. Every time I leave, it feels like part of me is missing.”

You reached up to touch his face, your thumb brushing over the stubble on his jaw. “You don’t have to explain, Marshall. I get it. I felt the same way.”

He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes for a moment. “I promise, I’m going to try to balance things better. I don’t want you to feel like I’m pulling away again. Ever.”

You smiled, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I know. And I’ll try not to jump to conclusions next time. We’re in this together, okay?”

“Okay,” he said, his lips curving into a smile against yours.

**That Night**

As the day turned to evening, you found yourself in bed together, tangled up in each other like you couldn’t get close enough. He held you like he was afraid you might disappear, his hands tracing gentle patterns on your skin.

“I hate that I made you feel like you weren’t important to me,” he said suddenly, his voice low. “You’re the most important thing in my life. You know that, right?”

Tears pricked at your eyes, and you nodded, your fingers threading through his. “I know. And I feel the same way about you.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment. “Good. Because I don’t ever want you to doubt that. No matter where I am, you’re always on my mind. Always.”

You smiled, your heart swelling with love for the man beside you. As you drifted off to sleep in his arms, you felt more connected to him than ever before, knowing that no matter how far apart you might be, you’d always find your way back to each other.

[cecesturn]

matt SFW abc

if you like this please lmk and i’ll do a NSFW one 🫧

Affection - How affectionate are they? How do they show affection? Do they do it often?  

I feel like when you look at soft matt he’s just really cuddly with Nick and Chris and let’s honest soft matt is his true form even though he tries to act tough, I feel like he shows affection by like doing simple acts of service or just even being with his partner

Baby - Do they want a family?  

he said it before that he’s wanted kids

Confession - How would they confess their love for their partner?

I feel like Matt would be a low-key player off kind of confession. I feel like he wouldn’t straight up tell you that he likes you. I feel like you would just give subtle hints until you understand or get the hints and then he will confess it.

Domestic - Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning and taking care of themselves?  

I feel like he would settle down in his late 20s early 30s after the YouTube career is maybe over. And we know he does everyone’s laundry and we can tell he takes care of himself.

Ending - If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?  

I feel like Matt would really struggle with this, but if it’s what he wants, then he will do it. He would just try and find the nicest easiest way possible to do it kind of let them down slowly.

Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting? 

We’ve seen triplets fight and they give each other in seconds, but I feel like if it’s matt and a significant other I feel like he wouldn’t really be joking and he will obviously take it seriously I feel like it would also sit down after you both calm down and just talk about it instead of going to bed angry about it.

Gentle - How gentle are they with their partner?  

It’s matt and that’s all I’m gonna say he’s just one of the most gentle people on the Earth and you can tell

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?  

I feel like the only secret Matt would hide from his partner is a secrets at his brothers have told them but other than that I feel like he would tell you anything

Impression - What was their first impression of their future partner?  

I have no clue what to do for this one, so I’m skipping it

Jealousy - How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?  

oh, he definitely gets jealous low-key like if you’re talking to someone that he thinks is “ better looking than him” he would definitely be jealous but try play off as if he’s not I feel like it was just act cool and calm and collected but as soon as you notice, he just starts acting off

Kiss - How do they kiss? What's their favorite type of kiss?  

Hear me out when I say this. forehead kisses. Matt just seems like the type to give forehead kiss. just like a soft gentle forehead kiss whenever wherever.

Love language - What's their love language?  

I feel like a matts love language differs between gift giving, quality time and physical touch and throw a bit of acts of service in there. Like I can just imagine this man coming to your house one day with random gifts or doing like little things for you like that you didn’t wanna do or just want to spend quality time cuddling you watching TV or something.

Marriage - Do they want to get married?

we all know Matt said he didn’t want a wedding or he only wants a small wedding

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?  

I don’t know if this is just, I don’t fw pet names but can’t imagine any of the triplets apart from Chris their significant other pet names like the only one maybe for Matt would probably be baby

Open - When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?  

I feel like Matt would have a hard time at first opening up. I feel like there would have to be a breaking point where something happens and he just kinda lets it all out and then after that he would just tell you anything and everything about his day or what happened or if he’s overthinking

Parents - What would they be like as a parent?  

this man is a girl dad that don’t hear anything about it but apart from that, I feel like Matt would just be one of the best dads in the world like he would 100% be a soft parent 

Quizzes - How much do they remember about their s/o? do they remember every detail, or do they let details slip their mind?)  

he definitely remembers every detail like things that you even told him that the start of your relationship like the get to know sort of questions he will remember he just seems like the type of person remember every little detail about someone that is interested considering yesterday Chris said when Matt likes something he is locked in. I feel like he will know like every little detail about you and I feel like he would also know like how you’re feeling just by looking at you.

Remember - What is their favorite moment in your relationship? 

I can’t do this one either 

Security - How protective are they? how would they protect their s/o, and how would they like to be protected?  

I feel like if you’re at a concert and like the pit or a party or something somewhere where it’s crowded and like people are pushing up against you I feel like Matt would just have his arm around it like keep you next to him

Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?  

Again, can’t do this one because I haven’t made like a best relationship to go off

Ugly - What would be some bad habits of theirs?  

I don’t think there would be any bad relationship habit I think obviously the bad habits that Matt has would probably be biting his nails and not opening up in a relationship but they’re not really bad habits I don’t know

Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in comparison to other things in their life

this relationship would 100% be so important to matt it’s like his little getaway from Chris and Nick but also another person who can just be his complete self with. I don’t think it would be as important as Chris and Nick because obviously like a relationship will probably end but it will be one of the more important things

Wedding - what type of wedding would they want?  

I feel like obviously he would want a small wedding if he has one with only like close family and friends like he wouldn’t have random influencers or like extended extended family I feel like he would only have like immediate family and it would probably 100% be in Massachusetts or in one of the forestry areas in Vermont

X - A random Fluff Headcanon.  

Can’t do this one

Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

I feel like Matt would bug Nick and Chris about missing his significant other like I feel like they wouldn’t have the end of it

ZZZ - How do they sleep? How does an s/o fit into their sleep habits?

I feel like Mr. Wrinkleton would to get his space taken but Matt would be okay with it. I feel like you guys were just cuddled to sleep and then drift off in the night like away from each other, but he would always somehow be touching you like whether his legs touching your hip or his hand is on your side. I feel like you would just be low-key clingy.

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

[atleastpleasetelephone]

Bde who has a really strong praise kink and gets turned on from it......

A/N: I've combined this request and one for soft dom reader with Elvis together into this story. Thanks for both! Also I love praise kink so I am weaaaaak for writing him like this. I went for 77 BDE for this one.

Good boy

Pairing: BDE x Older soft dom!Reader

Word count: 1.9K

TWs: Age gap (reader is 15 years older than Elvis), praise kink, use of mama in a sexual context, angst, Elvis cries, smut.

You’re almost a little nervous tonight, though you’re not sure why. It’s not as if he’s going to see you, let alone pick you out of everyone in the crowd. He doesn’t know you’re here, how could he? You’d be surprised if he even remembered you, it’s been so long since you last saw one another. And in the meantime you’ve moved to Charlotte, which is where he’s playing the final date of his tour. You’ve seen a lot about him in the press, read a lot of unkind comments and looked at a lot of unflattering photos. He certainly looks different to the young man you met in Memphis, full of boyish enthusiasm, with his floppy hair and puppy dog eyes. But you look different too. You were in your mid-thirties then, and obviously you’re much older now. Life has been relatively kind, though you’re divorced and you never had any kids, you’ve kept your figure and your hair has greyed in streaks that almost make you look distinguished. Your best friend told you that you should dye it, women of your age dye their hair she’d said, but you don’t care. You’ve never been one for doing what women of your age are supposed to, or you’d never have dated a man 15 years your junior. And you wouldn’t be at a rock concert now. 

When you eventually find your seat you’re much nearer the front that you’d imagined, and when he comes out in a beautiful white jumpsuit with what looks like feathers embroidered on it you audibly gasp. From the moment the music starts and he starts to move you’re captivated, memories of your time together flooding back to you just watching those hips. During Love Me you watch women elbow their way to the stage for scarves and kisses, and suddenly your legs seem to be taking you out of your seat too. You don’t expect to get to the stage in time, or for him to see you, you’re just acting on impulse. It feels a little like he’s hypnotised you, and you don’t have any choice in the matter.

And then he sees you. To begin with, he just sees an attractive older lady, well put together, waves of dark brown hair streaked with white. But as he bends down to ask if you want a scarf or a kiss, there’s something familiar in your face, and he thinks he must’ve met you before. 

“Have we met, honey?” He asks, wrapping a scarf around your neck and using it to pull you towards him, since you’d been too stunned to answer his first question. 

Your brain eventually kicks into gear. “We’ve done more than that,” you whisper, letting him kiss you gently. 

“Is that so?” He’s still trying to place you, his brain is slower nowadays and he’s tired. So tired. But he keeps you there, in the hopes he’ll remember or you’ll tell him. 

“You were my good boy, back in Memphis.”

Elvis is relieved he’d kept the mic far away from you both when he hears those words. He’s hit by such a powerful wave of memory it almost knocks him onto his ass. He blinks rapidly and then stares right into your eyes and you see that he remembers you. He whispers your name softly, and you nod. 

“Don’t go anywhere after,” he says quickly, seeing the sea of women gathering around you. “Someone will get you.”

You spend the rest of the show in a daze, thinking about his lips, the way he looked at you, the words he whispered like a plea. Don’t go.

***

You don’t go and someone does come and get you, and then you’re jammed in the backseat of the car between Elvis and one of his goons. The journey is mercifully short, and he holds your hand the whole time, a little smile playing on his lips. You’re relieved when he takes you into his suite and dismisses everyone else. Standing there in the middle of the room, still in his jumpsuit and belt, he looks both beautiful and incredibly tired. He looks down at you and sighs softly. 

“I-I can’t believe it’s you.”

“I can’t believe you remembered me.”

“Are ya kiddin’? ‘Course I do.”

You smile at one another as you keep standing there, taking one another in. After a few moments you decide to take control. 

“Why don’t you get comfortable? Take those clothes off, have a shower.”

He hums and fiddles slightly with his sleeve. “Ummm, mama…”

Your smile grows at the pet name. “Go on, I’ll sit with you in the bathroom.”

His breath catches in his throat thinking about you seeing him the way he is now. “Ah… I…”

“You want to be a good boy for me?” You ask, your hand on his face as you look into his eyes.

For the first time in a while, Little Elvis stirs at your words. “Yes, mama,” he whispers. 

“Off you go then.”

He nods and walks slowly over to the bathroom. You set the water going and check the temperature, and then sit on the side of the bath as he undresses awkwardly. 

“Your show was so good,” you coo, and he looks up. 

“Really?”

“Mmm yes. And you looked so good in that suit.” 

He lets the jumpsuit fall to the floor and you catch a quick glimpse of his semi-erect dick in his little white stage pants before he obscures them with his hands. He blushes as he asks you if you really thought that. 

Standing up, you put your arms around his neck, tugging his head down so you can whisper in his ear. “Yes, and you look good enough to eat right now too.”

His adorable, bashful smile lights up his face and he kisses you quickly, impulsively. You feel blood rushing between your legs and you smile back at him again. “And if you’re good you can have everything you want.”

He barely suppresses a little moan at those words. Doing what you told him to was one of his favourite things, when he was young and just getting famous. The way you told him how good he was filled him with warmth. He bathed in your praise, all your affirming words and gentle touches, and right now it feels like it’s exactly what he needs, after this long and gruelling tour. Stepping into the perfectly warm shower, he sighs as he washes away the grime of the performance. He finds himself in your arms on the bed, cocooned in just a robe as your nails scratch his sideburns, digging in and making him almost purr. You’re wearing one of his pyjama tops, it’s long on you but you’ve taken your panties off and he knows your bare pussy is under there. He looks at your long legs on either side of him. 

“Mama, you’re so beautiful.”

You kiss his temple as you blush a little at the compliment. You’re not immune to praise either, even though it’s his thing. Knowing he still wants you after all this time is a little dizzying, knowing your age doesn’t matter to him, the time that’s passed since you last saw one another doesn’t matter either. 

You’d discovered his love of praise almost straight away. He was so young and eager to please, and you taught him how to please you in a thousand different ways. An enthusiastic learner, he loved you instructing him, moving his head and then telling him when he’d hit the perfect spot. And the way you spoke to him afterwards. That was probably his favourite part. He would get so hard just from licking you out and you telling him he was a good boy that sometimes he’d cum before you even touched him. 

“Thank you, baby. You wanna make mama feel good?”

He nods quickly, almost scrambling to turn around to face you. You giggle, and the sound makes you feel like a young woman again. Instructing him to lie on his belly, you carefully lift the top up, exposing yourself for him. He groans at the sight of you. He’s seen a lot of pussies by now, but he could still have remembered every inch of yours without looking, he’s mapped it out with his tongue so many times. He crawls closer and his big hands spread your thighs, open-mouthed kisses trailing down the insides of them, just the way you used to like. 

“Yes, baby. I love your kisses.”

He keeps kissing, between your legs now, making you moan. His thumbs spread your lips as he dives in, making out with your pussy like he used to make out with girls when he was young. 

“Oh. That tongue feels so good.”

His hard-on presses against the bed as he keeps going, tongue dipping inside you, nose nudging your clit. 

“Yes, baby!” 

Pleasure buzzes in your veins as he carries on, worshipping you and tasting you. You need a lot to get turned on these days, but he brings back so many memories that you can feel yourself giving in to it. Bathing in the feeling, enjoying the journey. 

Once he thinks he’s got you good and wet, he moves his attention to your clit and slides a long finger inside. 

“Oh!”

“Is it good, mama?” He mumbles against you. 

“So good, baby. Oh you’re so good for me. Fuck. You’re gonna make me cum so hard baby. All over your gorgeous face.”

Another finger slides in beside the first, and he curls them to hit the spot he remembers inside you as he continues to work your clit with his tongue. The way you’re talking to him is driving him crazy, his hips are rutting into the bed just like they used to. 

“Oh fuck… yes…” 

You grab his head, pulling his hair a little as you push him onto your clit harder, feeling yourself teeter on the edge of oblivion. And then you’re moaning, and everything disappears in a blinding flash of light as your orgasm slams into your body. 

He licks you through it, trying to still his hips and stay patient. Waiting for you to tell him he’s done a good job. 

“Oh, my good boy,” you sigh, desperately pulling him towards you. 

You rearrange so his back is against your chest again, your hand on his belly as your eyes close and you savour your dizzying high. 

“Am I still good for you, mama?” 

You slowly reopen your eyes and look down at him, his blue eyes brimming with tears. 

“So good, baby. Best I’ve ever had.”

He turns his head as he closes his eyes again and a tear escapes down his cheek. Your heart aches for him. You don’t have to ask to know that he’s tired, that this wasn’t the life he thought he’d have, that he's just fulfilling obligations now. 

“You want mama to make you cum, baby?”

“Yes please,” he whispers, eyes still closed. 

Reaching down, your hand snakes around him. His breath hitches at the feeling, and he moans the moment you start to move slowly, up and down. 

“You’re so perfect. So gorgeous. So sexy. So good at making me feel good. I love everything about you, baby.”

You tell him all that and more, softly into his ear as your hand works him. Another tear sneaks down his cheek as you touch him and praise him, the feeling in his chest overwhelming. When he finally cums he calls out your name, and more tears spill from his eyes. 

“I love you, mama,” he whispers. 

Wrapping him tightly in your body, you kiss his face. “I love you too, baby. I’m glad we found each other again.”

***

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[elainsgirl]

the gwynriels that ship gwynriel not just for vibes but because they insist it is canon are in for a harsh awakening. We've known for years that elains book is being written and is next and Azriel is such an obvious love interest elriel have checked off most key aspects of a romantasy couple in the making (we even have a romantic rescue scene where the male li risks his life for her). But it seems many new readers who focus only on their selective reading of acosf took over the fandom in 2021 and started gaslighting everyone that gwynriel is real and elriel was never a thing. I'm an artist who used to make acotar content but the arrogance of especially these new readers is infuriating and has made me stop making any content for this fandom.

I used to feel bad that all these people will probably be very upset when elain and azriel are confirmed to be next. But i dont anymore. They did it to themselves. Four wasted years arguing over what was already obvious in front of their eyes. They have soured the fandom for everyone else. They have stubbornly and publically thrown a four year long tantrum with their eyes and ears covered, while yelling at everyone that their fanon is real and everyone else is delusional. It's so embarrassing i cringe to think about it. It will age worse than sour milk.

You know what I think it is? Between 2021 and 2024 - booktok popularised the “enemies to lovers” trope - 8/10 all the books being advertised, had that trope. As well as E&L, banter became really hyped up - when authors wanted to promote their book, you’ll notice they will almost always use banter scenes as that is what piqued readers interest. Along w this, other tropes such as the “sassy, badass fmc” “warrior fmc” “girlboss fmc” became popular and in demand by readers. Many antis jumped onto this train, probably consumed lots of books with these tropes therefore its reflected onto Gwynriel and Elucien as ships.

We’ve all seen their HCs, Lucien will bring out the “sass” and “fire” in Elain. Gwyn will be a badass and run her mouth off on Az which he will like etc. Both ships are filled with HCs that booktok popularised. I’ve said this so many times before - but I always think of elucien and gwynriel as lumps of warm clay. You can mold them to be whatever you want. Whatever dynamic, trope, story etc that intrigues you because they’re just not developed. They have no outline, no set dynamic that you’ll get with a canon, foreshadowed ship such as elriel. Antis have motives for shipping their ships, elriels don’t and thats another difference. Antis motives’ and biased lenses lead to them to different outcomes - 4 years later and still as a whole group, none of them are consistent with anything. Literally, can’t even decide- is it elucien next or gwynriel?. With elriels, we’ve all read the books as they should be read and came to the same conclusion. Hence why, elriels are more consistent with everything they put out.

Its so hilarious when newcomers or casual readers are so suprised to hear about Gwynriel. I mean, I thought it was some booktok cult at first- had no idea it was an actual ship. I think its funnier when gwynriels act so superior and list all the foreshadowing & “scenesl” they have only to be proven wrong by canon. Take Az rescuing Gwyn, the whole thing was romantacised. He carried Gwyn in his arms all the way to the library…when actually that was Mor. Az had left Gwyn to finish his job.

I dont have it in me to feel bad. Cause it was literally “in your face obvious” all along and as someone who was there from 2021, Gwynriel started due to Elain hate and Elucien’s main arguement for so long has always been about Elain needing to make Lucien happy as he deserves it. Yeah I can’t count the amount of times antis have given me second hand embarrassment. Some are ok. Others are just immature and entitled. I agree, the fandom increased in toxicity due to the shipwars which started because of Gwynriels/Eluciens. And not saying elriels are innocent, every side has bad stans but some antis have made the fandom unbearable. Seems like they crash out whenever Sjm posts something, they then get over it and crash out again. Its a tiring yet amusing cycle to watch from afar. I think when the announcement comes there will be silence at first from the antis before the new delusional takes begin.

[justmochi]

finally decided to go back and read this and actually take my own advice.

i wrote this at a time where i hadn’t experienced a real earth shattering heartbreak. i wrote it with only assumptions i’ve seen my entire life. i’ve seen friends and family go through breakups, i’ve had shit hurled at me my entire life and so i tried to formulate it into something that i could understand. i thought if maybe i had taken all my sufferings and multiplied it by hundreds that i might be able to capture jenns pain.

i wrote this in 2020-2021 i think? but 4 years later and ive finally faced that earth shattering heartbreak i tried my best to convey and all i can really say is that i was pretty close with my intellect at the time, but i was still pretty far off.

talking about more serious things-

there have been nights i’ve wanted to die. nights i’ve drowned myself with all the alcohol i could handle. sometimes i wanted to numb the pain, and sometimes i just wanted it to end completely. when i look back on things, i know that the breakup was inevitable. even months prior he instilled such anxiety in me that i’d want to go out and drink with friends just to be able to approach the situation without coming off as a coward. but when things finally came to a peak, my first resort wasn’t even to drink, i had just wanted to die. it was so bad, im convinced that a part of me died that night. i honestly felt like i was losing the other half of me. there’s always gonna be a hole in me, never going to be filled, it may shrink and be healed little by little, but it’s always going to be there.

it’s been a rough past couple months. i’ve spent so much time going back and analyzing every past conversation we’ve had and get so sad. i’ve had countless dreams since then and they’re all bad. i didn’t think i’d be losing my soulmate in 2024. we had our future all planned out and talked about having grey hair together. i never imagined myself as someone who would be distrustful, but i’ve acquired trust issues. i keep my inner circle tiny now, it’s all i can really trust in at this point. i’ve taken up hobbies, such as reading (tbh nothing new but i read plenty more physical books than i have my entire life), i journal, cook and bake) play games and watch movies/shows just to keep my mind busy. it’s been hard but i’ve been doing my best to heal my mind and heart. healing is a journey and it’s hard, there’s no timeframe or one correct way to do it, but i’m figuring out what works for me. i had gotten to the point where i finally had to do right by myself, put myself first.

my dms are always open if you need to chat. treat yourself with love and care because you are the most important person in your life.

Kids talk about heartbreak with Jenn

pairing :: jenn x kids

word count :: 1.1k

synopsis :: jenn sits down to talk about her experience with heartbreak to kids.

warnings :: mentions of breakup, trouble eating and staying healthy, angst(?)

a/n :: based on odg’s channel. tbh this isn’t even just for kids if you’re going through a breakup, take jenn’s advice!!!

“Hi there,” Jenn smiled as a young boy came onto the set, sitting across from her at the table. He flashed her a shy grin, bowing his head.

“Hello.”

“What’s your name?”

“Hyunwoo.” He fiddled with his fingers under the table.

“Ahh, Hyunwoo? That’s such a handsome name.” She offered her hand, allowing him to shake hers. “My name is Jenn.”

“Jenn?” He raised his eyebrows.

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[aclockworkreader]

Hi! I was wondering if you had any thoughts about everything that is going on around It ends with us. I didn't really know anything about the actors until after the movie was released and now I've seen that all the people involved seem to have horrible politics. I feel like this is similar to what happened in the Amber Heard trial, it's being treated like some kind of entertaining show even though the allegations are really serious. I think that the media coverage is not being helpful either and this type of cases might scare victims to speak up about their experiences after seeing how quickly everybody seemed to believe Baldoni.

i actually have a LOT of thoughts about this.

i made a video about the it ends with us movie (this was months before any news about her allegations and the lawsuit came out) and in it i briefly talked about the “drama” that was surrounding the press tour. i mentioned that while i don’t like any of the actors involved, i think most of what’s being said about blake lively is just misogyny and that i don’t trust justin baldoni because anyone who considers themselves a feminist and says “this is a story about women and i wanted it to be told by women” would never a) adapt this book in the first place and b) make himself the director.

and now, after all the news came out, i still stand by what i said.

what’s happening is exactly like the depp/heard trial and is a direct result of its outcome. people want a perfect victim. they cannot conceptualize that a woman can be complicated, unlikeable, even a bad person, and still be the victim of a crime. it doesn’t matter if blake lively is difficult to work with, took over the project, or is just simply annoying, everyone deserves a safe work environment free of sexual harassment. the way the public turned against her so quickly…..it’s genuinely disturbing. and for what?? a man people barely knew a few months ago? they believe him because he’s a self proclaimed feminist?? evil men flock to feminism the way they flock to religion, because they think it will absolve them of their sins.

i mean his team (which is the same pr team johnny depp hired, if that wasn’t already a huge red flag) has outright admitted to manipulating the public and turning them against her during the press tour?? his team isn’t even denying her claims (because they can’t because she has evidence) so instead they’re going with the “she was asking for it” narrative. it’s textbook! if it weren’t so fucked up, it would be funny.

and even if you ignore all that, even if you don’t want to look at the facts or the truth, even if you want to ignore all the signs we’ve seen a thousand times before—i would much rather be wrong about believing her than be wrong about believing him.

[ncity-agere]

(SFW) petnames that nct dream calls you in little space:

cg!NCT dream X little!reader (gender-neutral)

Mark: “Dude”. That’s it, not “little dude” or even “dudette”. Just “dude” as a neutral term. I don’t know, it works. That’s probably the first and only thing he could think of and it just… stuck. If you’re in a bad mood or had a really, really bad day and need a little extra care, he might pull out the “baby” or “sweetie” for you.

Renjun: I think he’d be one of those caregivers who calls their little an onomatopoeia (that’s a big word for “noise words”, little ones!) For example, he might call you “boo” or “pip”, something based on whatever little noises you like to make. He finds it endearing.

Jeno: Lots of animal names. Kitty, puppy, bunny, mouse, birdie… literally whatever you’d like. He probably pets your hair like a pet too, even if you don’t pet regress. He’s just got a lot of quiet love to give, so make sure to communicate which name you like to him!

Haechan: “Little shit”. He’s sick and tired of your antics and your pranks (that’s a lie, he loves you very, very much and could never get tired of you… no matter how many times you fling mushy peas into his hair and giggle about it).

Jaemin: Bun-bun, bunny, angel, or baby. Maybe princess or prince too, we’ve seen how endearing and soft he is with Czennies. I think he’d gravitate towards princess, unless you were uncomfortable with it. If so, he might switch off to one of the other names.

Chenle: To be honest, I’m not sure Chenle would understand age regression as a serious thing. Not that he can’t be serious, just that he might now grasp it the first time. So, the first few times he’s around you when you regress, he’s straight-up saying your first name. No cute nicknames or sweet voices, just “oh, hey y/n”. He’s like those people who talk to 2 year-olds about taxes with a straight face.

Jisung: He gravitates towards sweetie because he can’t think of any others that aren’t cringe to him. Jisung is picky and sweetie works just fine. What more do you want from him?

[billericious]

collateral | b.e

The last time you had seen Billie was 6 months ago, the tone it had been left on was sour, an argument if she was as committed to the relationship as you were. Half of a year since then, and you were still looking for answers. Did she miss you as much as you missed her? No, you don’t miss her. You can’t miss her. But when you're alone in your bed on a cold winter night, you let your mind drift off to imagine her warmth surrounding you, holding you just as she used to. You miss her in the quiet moments of life.

You look over to your nightstand, the clock reading 3:26 AM. deciding sleep is a lost cause, you pick up your phone and scroll mindlessly, trying to distract yourself from the ache in your heart. As if the algorithm was laughing at you, an ad of billie promoting her upcoming project pops up. She talks and smiles, telling whoever would be watching how excited she is for everyone to hear her art. You search her eyes, a sign that she could even be remotely sad without you. Maybe it’s the fact that the video is prerecorded, or maybe she doesn’t feel your absence at all that makes you find nothing.

You can't stop your mind from going back to that fateful night.

“So what, you just want to end this?” she stands with you, toe to toe and tears glossing over her blue eyes. “Billie, you’re not even hearing me, just hearing what you want to hear!” tears fill your own eyes, blurring your vision. The argument escalated quickly, emotions that had been brewing in you for months finally spilling out at an alarming rate.

You continue, “I just feel used, okay? We’ve been going out for a year without even being together officially. I understand that you’re busy, that the situation isn’t as simple as it seems, but fuck billie. You’ve had time, and I've had enough.” the girl in front of you falls silent, her mouth slightly ajar as she tries to collect her thoughts. The tension only grows as she stays quiet. “So that’s it then? You have nothing to say?” Billie picks up her jaw and rolls her eyes.

“I want you, truly. It's just tha-” you cut her off with a sarcastic laugh, tears rolling down your cheeks. “There's always an excuse, bil! I’m just never enough for you, never enough to just be yours.” eye contact breaks as you look down to the floor, quiet sobs escaping your mouth. Billie is quick to step forward and pull you close. Too tired to fight back, you melt into her arms.

“I’m sorry, baby. I am.” she whispers into your hair, “i just…can’t” you look up at her, eyes red and puffy. “You can’t? Can’t do what you're doing right now?” you push her off of you, anger over taking once again. “Don’t make it sound like that, y/n. You know it’s more than that”

“A year billie! And for what? For you to just use me, use my love, my time, my body?” Billie's eyebrows scrunch at your words. “I would never use you, I love you, you know that.” she begins to defend herself. “Then what are you doing?” your ears feel warm and your stomach is churning. You already know where this is going, despite your best efforts.

You look at each other, a desperation in both of your eyes, a hunger.

“I don’t know.” she whispers.

“Leave, now.” you respond.

“y/n, don’t do this. Please, please don’t do this” she begs you, pleading. “No billie, I can't keep doing this.” Billie's tears finally falling down her rosy cheeks, a look of acceptance settles onto her face.

“Okay.”

You watch her grab her keys and walk towards the door. She looks back at you one final time, hoping you would change your mind. Crossing your arms, you stand firmly, despite feeling anything but confident.

You sit on the edge of your bed, holding your knees to your chest. Cries rake through your body, the memory being all too much. A ding from your phone makes you look up, rubbing the tears from your eyes as you pick up the device. It feels like the world stops spinning as you read the notification.

Billie

hey

maze speaks !

this is so ass </3 so sorry :p first fic tho! just hoping i get better as time goes on (part two probs)

[querade]

I always saw it like…in Marinette’s daily life she is clumsy partly because she has that perception of herself as awkward and lesser-than from being bullied. First by Chloe, then by Lila. As Ladybug, she doesn’t face that environment and therefore is far more confident. It’s not about making her overly attractive, it’s literally just confidence and competence. Marinette, at her core, is a phenomenal leader to people who will listen to her and respect her. She doesn’t have to be a serious one all the time, but the fact is that Ladybug, as we’ve seen, has grown far more serious since season one and since being forced to have the weight of Paris on her shoulders. I love silly Marinette and laughed like crazy at Marino! Maybe we can have more fun scheming like that!!

would you guys call me crazy if i said archetype wise that marinette's status as a Plucky Girl-Next-Door takes priority over her status as an Aspirational Everywoman. cause i have thoughts about this

[shiningstarr15]

Alright I’ve seen enough takes on this and while I understand everyone’s viewpoint and validate it I want to give mine bc mine is probably a very niche perspective.

When it comes to the relationship between Gregory and Vanessa, I do view them as siblings. And no not in the umbrella way, not in the “this is the only thing that makes the most sense” sort of way, I mean they have sibling energy period. And I’ll tell you why.

Bc I do not view them as being immediate found family. At all. They have too much trauma both independently and with each other. I don’t even think they’d like each other very much at first. I feel like their initial relationship would be more of a ”you saved me so I’ll return the favor by helping you out” way.

Personally. I don’t think relationships with strong bonds should immediately go into something romantic or familial (maybe it’s cuz I’m raging aroace and very platonic/queerplatonic bc I know that’s an unpopular opinion) but in my eyes, you NEED TO BUILD A FRIENDSHIP FIRST. and I think that’s exactly what they’re gonna do.

They’re gonna slowly and gradually form a friendship, one that most people would think is strange and unusual bc it’s an adult and a child but let’s be fr neither of them are what you’d consider “typical” (yes I personally hc them both being ND. Again, this is my opinion). I also don’t think they don’t really give af what people think. So why would they bother putting a label that they don’t really agree with on them? No imo they won’t do that unless they truly do mean it.

Again, this could very well be projecting. But I am personally someone that doesn’t like being given a “sister” label unless it’s actually meant. Maybe it’s my extreme sibling complex. But I don’t think I’m wrong for feeling that way. And imo, I think overtime they would view each other in the way best friends view each other as siblings. I don’t even think there would even need to be anything legal. But if there was, she would be a legal guardian at best. Bc it still gives the freedom to identify how they choose. And to me, it’s very similar to Lilo and Nani from “Lilo and Stitch.”

Bc I think two things can be true at the same time. Vanessa can be a caregiver, and have some responsibilities when it comes to making sure Gregory is ok and kept safe. But also, she herself needs someone to take care of her. Bc she can’t. And while I do like the idea of Freddy taking care of them both, I also like them taking care of each other.

She definitely has aspects that could be seen as maternal, but I don’t view her as essentially parental. She simply isn’t ready. There’s too much trauma and a bit of emotional immaturity (again not a bad thing, she’s very childlike imo). I think she sees him more equal than that. Not someone that is helpless and needs to be watched 24/7. But someone that needs a little guidance every now and then. And that’s where I think looking up to her in an older sibling kinda way comes in.

She’s like a combined playmate and caregiver. An equal partner but also someone that takes on the worst of the burden so he doesn’t have to. Even though he will do so anyway bc he cares that much about her.

So yea, that’s my take on their relationship. Again, it’s just my opinion, and I understand people not agreeing and wanting something else for them. But this is how I choose to view them, and I don’t think that it’s wrong ❤️

[bittasol]

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