#justi writes

[chaesonghwas]

justi. jus. jus babe. justi.

the one with the flowers. i need that ficlet.

HI BABE!!! FLOWERS!!!!!

y'all mentioned sunflowers being charles' fav flower on anna's bday fic and now that will be my headcanon forever, so have this little ficlet in return 💖💖 i hope u like itttt

"i brought you flowers." "for what?" "there has to be a reason?"

It all starts with a stupid interview - one of those TikTok things for the F1 page, asking unconventional interview questions.

“What’s your favorite flower?”

“Huh.” Charles had looked deep in thought, brows furrowed and lips pursed. Utterly adorable, like always. The backdrop of the bright pink flowers in the Singapore paddock made his green eyes pop. “Sunflowers, I think.”

And it made Pierre pause because -

Even after so many years, he doesn’t know everything about Charles. This silly video that Ilies had sent him with many laughing emojis - mostly because it also contains a diss at Pierre’s football skills - has revealed a truth about his boyfriend he never knew and, most importantly, that he never even bothered to ask. A twinge of guilt twists a way in his stomach because Charles deserves the best - he deserves someone that cares about what his favorite flower is and someone who won’t give him generic flower bouquets.

That’s why he ends up at Charles’ doorstep in Monaco carrying a sunflower bouquet he can barely fit in his arms, when he most definitely should be in Milan preparing to train with Ben. Pierre might have gotten a little carried away, he’ll admit.

“Hello?” Charles asks over the intercom after Pierre rings the doorbell, a little confused. Maybe he should’ve texted ahead, Pierre thinks. 

Pierre puts on his deepest voice as he answers. “Special delivery for Charles Leclerc.”

He doesn’t expect that to work, but Charles buzzes him in so Pierre rides the elevator up to his apartment. A wave of doubt washes over Pierre, but he trudges ahead and knocks on Charles’ apartment door. “Delivery!” he repeats in that deep voice.

When the door flies open, Pierre hears Charles gasp of surprise and he just about melts into the floor in a pile of goo. He loves him - he loves him so much. “Oh my god, Pierre.”

“Hi, calamar.” He tries to poke his head out from between the stems, but he’s mostly unsuccessful. “I brought you flowers.”

“For what? Shouldn’t you be in Milan right now?” His words are formatted like a reprimand, but his tone is more emotional than anything.

“Does there have to be a reason? Can’t I just be a good boyfriend?” 

Can’t it just be because I love you and you deserve good things?

Pierre thinks that but he doesn’t say it because this thing between them is still fairly new and raw and growing - they haven’t said I love you as a couple yet but Pierre can reel it in and wait, because he wants to give this time and he has known Charles is the big love of his life since he was about thirteen, so he’s not worried. He hopes that for now the sunflowers will be enough to communicate to Charles how he feels - I love you, I care about you, you’re my sun.

“You are the best boyfriend,” Charles answers, a little choked up. “It’s beautiful, thank you Pear. Now come in and set the flowers down so I can kiss you stupid, yeah?”

“Nothing would make me happier.” Charles giggles at Pierre’s words and grabs his wrist to lead him inside, sending sparks flying up his arm. When he finally manages to set the flowers down on the table, Charles kisses him and walks them backwards into his bedroom. 

“Sunflowers are my favorite, you know?” Charles muses after, in a post orgasm haze. Charles has a hand splayed across Pierre’s chest and his head tucked in his boyfriend’s neck, content and relaxed.

“I know.”

Charles doesn’t give a verbal answer, he just lifts his head and squints at Pierre. When Pierre chuckles guiltily, knowing he has probably clocked on to him listening to the interview, Charles just lets his head fall and cuddles back into Pierre with a quiet hum.

[justworthlessreblogs]

scattered thoughts on kirapika

this has taken me way longer than it should've tbh, i have 4 different essay drafts in my docs but none of them felt satisfactory. in the end it's probably better to make a list anyways, because there isn't really an overarching through line to any of these

putting this under a read more because it's Long. there's going to be a (much shorter, hopefully) part 2 because i hit the character limit oops

fair warning that there's going to be a lot of complaining about ciel (i don't hate her i swear i just have beef with how her character's framed in the show)

i think the most frustrating thing about their arc is the wasted potential. like they're both really great characters, there's some really great setup, and the series initially takes the angle that the conflict isn't completely black and white. and then 23 happens and rio gets kicked out of the narrative and the writers decide that actually no, ciel can't do anything wrong in her life ever because she's their precious golden child

i've said it before and i'll say it again: the coma was literally the worst decision the show could've made, because it robbed rio of basically all of his character development and it left ciel floundering around without anything to do. like genuinely when watching her episodes during the coma era i was sometimes like "...what is her arc here supposed to be again? because it really just kinda feels like she's fucking around" and it doesn't help that the writers were still on their Ciel is Morally Right in All Situations kick so any conflicts she got into were kinda boring, tbh? this usually isn't an issue for me in precure except this is a season where characters *do* fuck up (aoi, himari, yukari all had episodes where they fucked up/weren't totally in the right/did some morally gray [for precure] things in this same stretch!) so it makes ciel stick out like a sore thumb (i am still salty about 34 robbing me of an actual disagreement between ciel and yukari)

i think i mentioned it in wv 7's author's notes but episode 41 is kind of a disappointment for me. i thought the premise sounded fun (rio gets framed because of an evil clone! there's so much fun you can have with that!) but the actual execution kinda flops. we barely get any evil clone shenanigans, first of all, but my bigger issue is with the kirapika dynamic and conflict in the episode. i think it drags both of their characters down.

in 41, ciel suddenly regresses and starts being kind of an ass to her brother again, but the problem is that... she doesn't really start doing this until *after* the emotional conflict is supposedly resolved? at some point she goes "and i nearly messed it all up again" and i was like Girl. What Have You Done Up To This Point. like she's literally done *nothing*, hasn't said anything hurtful - the "worst" she's done is telling her brother that she'll go with him if he leaves, and then backtracking in private (the backtracking does feed into another issue i have, but in isolation there's nothing wrong with it! i do think it's perfectly reasonable to not want to uproot your entire life!). the actual regression comes when they're on the bridge, when ciel tells rio that they both made cure parfait

the cure parfait line is genuinely cruel. pov you are rio kuroki, you just got out of a 4 month coma 3 days ago, you got cool powers for 15 minutes but then got beat up super badly and lost them almost immediately after *and* were told you'd never be a precure (a dream that you've tried and tried to achieve but nothing ever seems to work) and then here's your sister on the bridge telling you that you both made *her* a precure and it was a super cool and awesome event when all you got out of it was that four month coma. if i was rio i would've lost my shit then and there

the line just feels so ooc for ciel to be saying at the EMOTIONAL CLIMAX??? THIS IS THE EMOTIONAL CRUX OF THE EPISODE. if it was a line that had happened early on and caused the conflict i'd be more forgiving but it *isn't* and that's why it fails! at this point she's supposed to have learned that disregarding others' feelings and thinking only about what's good for herself hurts others!

also rio once again takes the blame for everything, just like he did in 23. why is rio constantly always the bad guy in the conflict (even though the show pushed a "they both did things wrong" angle at the start) it makes their relationship feel really lopsided

their relationship just feels really lopsided overall, tbh. i think part of the problem is that we never really get any positive interactions between them in the series - we get the flashback with the waffles, and then there's that brief moment when rio comes back in 40, and ciel complimenting rio in the christmas episode but that's barely enough to go on when most of their major interactions in the present timeline are them fighting with one another. the show wants me to think that kirapika are the Best Siblings Ever but doesn't really do the work to actually *show* it, which makes it feel hollow. where are the sibling shenanigans, toei. where are the moments where they share a single brain cell. i just want kirapika sibling fluff, dammit!

part of this lopsided feeling also comes from how it feels like rio would move heaven and earth for ciel (he outright sacrifices his life. if it wasn't for luimere he'd be dead, and he had no way of knowing lumiere would intervene) but i don't get that same vibe from ciel even though the show tries acting like she would. shit happens and she's like "oh no! anyways". even a large part of her angstfest in 23 is more about her thinking that she's thrown away her chance of being a precure (it's literally one of the first things she says after julio's purified. not really a great look tbh).

lopsided 3: ciel's feelings are always seen as more valid over rio's. it's especially frustrating when rio actually does have a point (see 22-23)

honestly overall it just feels like the writers had something against rio. genuinely what the fuck did he do to them to make them toss him around like that

ciel's angstfest in 23 is really funny to me it's literally the equivalent of when you slightly mess up so you turn your discord pfp and banner all black and change your username to "gone" and claim you're never going to log on again but you're back 2 days later. i would love it if she was the one who actually broke herself out of it instead of rio and ichika having to do all the emotional labor

just... let ciel have flaws! we're shown a ciel with flaws in her introductory arc! and it's amazing! but then after 23 they all disappear and on the rare occasions where they come back they're never treated as something for her to work on, they're just there, or they're unintentional on the part of the writers. and a character without flaws obviously isn't unheard of for precure but in a season that takes great pains to remind you that its main cures are all very flawed people it feels a little jarring to have ciel never learning anything because she was in the right all along

i don't think rio becoming ciel's satellite post-coma would've annoyed me as much if we hadn't been given a taste of rio as an actual defined character during the julio arc. like once he comes back he only exists around ciel and it's a bummer because i really liked his dynamics with ichika, yukari, bibury, etc and i wanted to see more (we do get that one riobib scene in 41 but it's like 30 seconds). pretty much all of his dreams and aspirations evaporate, too, most notably The Precure One

rio's dream to become a precure never being brought up after 23 (except to be mocked by grave) is so, so jarring when it was originally a huge part of his character. 41 tries to act like he only became julio because he wasn't as good at sweets as ciel and it's like... no? wanting to become a precure was a big part of that too? sometimes i feel like 41 is an episode from some alternate universe where rio's precure dream was never part of the plot and it somehow wormed its way into ours. it'd make the cure parfait line a lot less worse if that was the case tbh

see you all in part 2 i guess

[acorrespondence]

From "i put this heavy heart in you":

“Hello?” says a voice over the line.

“Shit. You ain’t Raylan,” Boyd says. He steps out onto the porch and closes the door behind him. 

“Ah... no. Look, this line isn’t really for personal calls—“

“Well,” says Boyd, “I happen to have some information as pertains to the two enterprisin individuals busted out of Big Sandy this very night.”

There’s a pause. “All right,” the voice says eventually. It’s a slow drawl, professional enough, though something about it strikes Boyd as bored, maybe even sarcastic. Although he supposes he’d be aggravated himself, having to answer another man’s phone half past four in the morning. “What is your information?”

Boyd looks out at the headlights flashing by, the roads here never quiet, even in the small hours before dawn. “Deputy Marshal Raylan Givens was ten, fifteen minutes out of Parisville on the Mountain Parkway towards Big Sandy as of 9:20 this evenin. However, if you were to contact the prison, I fear you might find that Raylan Givens never made it back to survey the livin quarters of the escapees, as he was intended to do. I believe he encountered a gas station he saw as suspicious—and I have an inkling his suspicions may’ve proved founded.”

“And… how do you know this?” asks the voice slowly. Suspiciously. Boyd supposes it must sound like an awful lot of detail, to someone who hasn’t spent the last three hours turning every facet over in his head like seaglass, holding each one up to the light, waiting for something to shine through.

Boyd sees no cause to lie. He smiles into the mouthpiece, the one that shows every tooth in his head. “Well, Deputy, I was on the phone with him when he happened upon the very service station in question.”

The deputy on the phone makes a skeptical noise. “And you think this has somethin to do with the escaped convicts?”

“I do believe that to be the likely case, yes,” says Boyd. His hand flexes around the phone, a movement only half-conscious. He only notices when the plastic case creaks. “And if it ain’t, then, when you find him, you tell that fucker to answer his goddamn cell phone.”

The deputy snorts. “All right. Thank you for your information. And what is your name and loca—“ 

Ah, the phone call. As we know from later on in this chapter, the guy who answers the phone is Tim (and I do hope I did a good enough job characterizing him that this was clear even before he confirms it in the car on the way to Shirley’s later). He is going to be so bummed when he finds out that Raylan came out to Rachel first, after he laid such nice groundwork for such a confidence, but boy is just too subtle for his own good. Of course, this was a large part of the point of this scene: much of this fic deals with being closeted, how and when to come out, the fact that queer people often have to come out over and over again, and the fact that they can be out in some places or to some people but not others; if coming out should ever be necessary and the ramifications of that decision; etc. So, this is the first instance of anyone having cause to question whether or not Raylan is straight. Since Tim in this fic (and in canon, let’s be honest now) is gay, I gave that honor to him. He’s the one most likely to draw the correct conclusion.

I’m so glad you picked this bit, I was very proud of my Tim voice here; plus, it’s the first instance where we hear Boyd talking to someone he doesn’t live with, so I got to really stretch my vocabulist muscles. I know I’ve talked about it before, though I can’t remember where—possibly DMs with @boydcrowdr?—but based on my extensive rewatching of canon I came to the conclusion that Boyd’s language isn’t quite as elevated with the people he’s closest with, including Raylan. I’ve incorporated this quirk of character into my fic, and so while he always has a big vocabulary and likes to throw some impressive words in at random, I’ve written his everyday dialogue more casually so far. He’s at his most verbose when he’s a) defensive or b) trying to get someone (or a group of someones, as it were) to do something. Here, he’s stressed, at a disadvantage, and trying to convince someone of something, so it was fun to let loose on the eloquence front. The hope is that, upon close inspection, the fic hints at Boyd’s state of mind, as well as his intentions, in accordance with how pedantic he’s being.

I think Boyd’s feelings are pretty clear through the narration, but as for Tim, I think he starts the conversation annoyed and confused, but then gets intrigued, and by the time he hangs up he’s feeling pretty amused and obviously curious, which leads him to go fishing the next day, when he has Raylan as a lone captive audience. Prior to this call, he was stuck in the office doing boring shit in the middle of the night because of this prison break bullshit, his new colleague is out doing all the legwork Tim would much prefer to be doing right now, so this ends up being a pretty interesting event to cut through the boredom. Ultimately, he doesn’t regret picking up Raylan’s desk phone; his night would have felt a lot more pointless and monotonous if he hadn’t. Plus, you know. It’s nice not to be the only one.

So, after California, we now have all the most important players from the Marshals’ office at three different places when it comes to their knowledge of Raylan being queer: Rachel, who he told outright; Tim, who guessed correctly; and Art, who’s still in the dark. This, of course, adds several delicious layers of tension that are very fun to work with. And the one of the three who has the most reasonable argument to claim that he should know is the only guy who doesn’t.

(Ask game here)

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

why do i keep getting Shad x Ro'Bros suggestions??? Who's next??? Vylad??? are we gonna go 3 for 3?

[skelingtonsderek]

Writing Pattern Game

Thanks for the tag @acorrespondence Q_Q

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns! (from most recent to least recent, starting from the top)

Caveat because I'm skipping any drabbles for reasons I've decided on and shall not explain. I did by date posted and not updated.

The Wire and the Damage (Yet To Be) Done

Fandom: Justified Relationships: Raylan Givens/Tim Gutterson Boyd Crowder/Raylan Givens

Tim’s not sure he’s ever been what the kids call well-adjusted.

The Lord At The End Of Everything

Fandom: Justified Relationships: Raylan Givens/Tim Gutterson Boyd Crowder/Raylan Givens

It starts out the same way it always starts out.

Zombie Sunday

Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Relationship: Chris Argent/Stiles Stilinski

What he remembers most about Vickie’s death isn’t the actual event, or the moments preceding it, but the silence afterwards.

Bad Habits

Fandom: Justified Relationships: Boyd Crowder/Raylan Givens Raylan Givens/Tim Gutterson

Boyd has often found a certain honesty in lying— It’s far more revealing than a body would think.

Somebody, Shoot the Weatherman

Fandom: Justified Relationship: Boyd Crowder/Raylan Givens

Of all the shit-can places to get shit canned to, this is the lowest of the low on Raylan’s list.

Costumes

Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Relationships: Derek Hale/Isaac Lahey Chris Argent/Stiles Stilinski Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Chris Argent/Isaac Lahey

Isaac has understood the concept of forced perspective since his brother died.

Extant

Fandom: Justified Relationship: Boyd Crowder/Raylan Givens

This is, he thinks, the very base of life; some paroxysm of self and flesh seized together in one euphoric overture.

Still Naked

Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Relationship: Chris Argent/Stiles Stilinski

Stiles wakes up slowly, body aching in a good/bad hybrid.

Forget About the Leaves in the Eaves

Fandom: Justified Relationship: Boyd Crowder/Raylan Givens

Sometimes it’s the wind, calling through the eaves, hissing little invitations to him in the night when he’s tucked in to bed.

Sail

Fandoms: Skyfall (2012) - Fandom Quantum of Solace (2008) Casino Royale (2006) Relationships: James Bond/Vesper Lynd James Bond/Q

James remembers watching a sailboat slowly sink into the ocean as a child.

Hmmm that's a lot of reflecting upon the past or what has happened....

tagging uhhhh @willowmckinley @gaylanrivens @tallsinspace @norgbelulah and all the rest of the justies

[kachimera]

Alright here's the very short piece I made of my dnd oc, Sutekh "Juste" of Azaleus Chenzira, made in april 2021

Warning for a shot mention of vomiting

"He should have thought twice before giving his trust so freely to the rebelion, daring to believe that they hadn't been infiltrated. Or that they wouldn't betray him so quickly. Or that no matter what they would still prefer a dead prince than honoring the saviour who rescued their leaders. Or that Belzarem wouldn't-

A sudden flash of pain took him out of his musings as he sat up in the bed and heaved heavily into the bucket nearby. At least this time all that came out was drool and some bile, instead of rotten blood and who knows what else. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and drank some water to alliviate the burning in his throat, and laid down on his back staring at ceiling, sweaty skin and hair sticking to the sheets.

Rest wasn't coming to him, distracted by the odd smell lingering in the small room and the thoughts boiling in his head. He had somewhat lost track of time by now, hadn't he ?. It had been...4 days since that dinner that ended with him like this and five other rebels dead, it was a miracle that he survived. And that the rebel leader was unharmed? That miracle could be debated. Ahh, mighty Sutekh of Azaleus, the prince and war executioner of Sedoria, reduced to a wimpering, dying man out of his refusal to spill the blood of the innocent in the name of the crown and it's sins. He sighed as the solitude of his condition settled in, seeing how in the treacherous waters he lost his family and friends for allies who'd never fully welcome him for his blood. ...But surrender was no option, as the future of Sedoria, of his people and the misery they had gone through, was pressing on his shoulders. Gods be dammed if he went back on his own resolve, he would see his home bathed in joy and virtue even if it costed everything...which just might. He sighed again and closed his eyes, hoping sleep swept his laments away."

Context: He was one of the princes of his kingdom, Sedoria, but heavily disagreed with the way the royal family treated the land and subjects. Unable to change things from the inside, he ended freeing a group of republican rebels and helping them escape in exchange for joining them. However, his half brother and heir to the crown Belzarem knew something like this would happen and ordered to killl them using an spy and poisoned food.

[maraskywalkers]

Dial Drunk by Noah Kahan & Post Malone but make it Givenson.

[why4anne]

Daylight

Part: 7/?

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Category: Social Media au

Summary: Follow the love story of a global pop icon and a monegasque F1 driver

Face claim: Taylor Swift (Singing) + others

Masterlist

2022

theathletesgala

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theathletesgala:

Musical guest and award presenter Y/N L/N is in the building. She's wearing a stunning Versace gown and a killer cat eye.

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yourusername: 🫶🫶

y/nenjoyer: she looks STUNNING!!

girlypopy/n: Dare I say... Revenge dress?

vintagel/n: Oh, definitely!

holyleclerc: It's giving Princess Diana

lonely4lifer: Charles, look at what you lost

havemyleclerc: She is the one who fumbled

summery/n: Y/N lost a second tier F1 driver, Charles lost global pop icon, highest streamed female artist, the woman, the myth, the legend Y/N L/N

leclerctingzz: He's not a second tier F1 driver, he's the future of Ferrari

ubery/n: How many WDC?

childofdivorce: Auntie Blake pick me up I'm scared

lewishamilton: @/donatella_versace you outdid yourself with this dress

donatella_versace: Donatella VERSACE💜

theathletesgala:

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theathletesgala:

It's a star-studded event here tonight. Multiple athletes have now made their way onto the red carpet including:

Formula 1 drivers Charles Leclerc, Max Verstappen and Lewis Hamilton, Footballers Neymar and Alex Morgan, Gymnast Simone Biles, Figure-skater Tessa Virtue and NFL Quarterback Joe Burrow

Keep your eyes open for your favorite athlete to arrive!

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joeyb_9: Such a well organized event!

lewishamilton: Blessed to be here🙏

charles_leclerc: Happy to be included❤️

alexmorgan13: This will be so much fun

moreleclerc: Putting Neymar and Charles beside each other is CRAZY

lilttley/n: Okay but can we talk about how both Lewis Hamilton AND Joe Burrow interacted on the post about Y/N earlier??

gemmal/n: Y/N now has the chance to do the funniest thing ever and get with Max Verstappen

home4l/n: STOP- that would be too iconic

justleclerc: The world is not ready for that sort of chaos

theathletesgala

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theathletesgala:

Miss Y/N L/N what a performance!🙌👏

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heavenlyy/n: Mother did not come to play tonight!

realy/nfan: fr! She saw that both of her exes were in attendance and said "hold my wine glass"

unifiedy/n: Singing ATW and you're loosing me back to back while STARING at table number 12 (Charles and Neymar's table) is absolutely FOUL!

justl/nthingz: She's so cunty, I love it!

l/ny/nfavorite: Okay but why is no one talking about how she literally sang silver springs by Fleetwood Mac and in true Stevie Nicks fashion was glaring daggers into Charles while doing so!!!!!???

bluey/n: next level balls frfr!

bobbiey/n: Okay but that outfit??? Mother ATE!🔥

holyl/n: Ass out and everything for Charles to see🤭

justy/nfans: I just know that that man will go home and cry himself to sleep tonight

celebritynews

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celebritynews:

After receiving an anonymous tip from a reliable source, it seems as if Y/N L/N left the athletes gala after party with one of the guests of the night. Who it was is still unclear but stay tuned on celebritynews for more information!

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summery/n: This girl is a wag at heart

flowersbyl/n: That's so true! She does love her athletes😭

y/nleftpinkynail: Honestly she's so real for that😍

l/nbyy/n: Just like me fr!

chad.larsen: She's such a slut!🙄

leclerc_l/n: Bro GTFO with your musty ass comments!!🤢

brianyoung: Watch out whoever it is. She's gonna write a song about you😵‍💫

littley/n: It's almost like THAT'S HER FUCKING JOB???🤯

greenflowers: misogyny☕️

l/nhouse: Okay but who was it???!!!!

justagirl: I think it was Joe Burrow, did you see how he was looking at her while she was performing??😍

godlyy/n: I hope with my entire being that it's Max Verstappen💀

slayvettel: That would be too iconic!!

icemanfan: Y'all tripping, it's gotta be Lewis!

heavenlyy/n: HOLD UP! What if it was Neymar??

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[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

hey, can you write abot Dave Mustaine and reader getting caught in the act for their child? Like a bit of smut and comic fluff

Thsnks!

Warnings: smut, talk of insecurities/body image issues, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Justis was four, you and Dave both loved him unconditionally and spent as much time with him as you could. Even when he was on tour he was calling home every night, learning the time zones of everywhere he went so he knew when it was bedtime just so he could say Goodnight to the both of you.

However, it had been harder to get some alone time together, without the little bugger.

You had your date nights but those were usually spent catching up on sleep, but finally you were ready for more.

It wasn’t like it used to be, not totally anyway. Dave was moving much slower, his hands planted on either side of your head to hold himself up.

Your body finally had time to recuperate but you kept that baby body. Dave had caught you eyeing yourself for a little too long in the mirror, he’d seen the way you held your stomach and pouted.

Now, he looked over you and saw the same body he loved since the day he met you. Sure, you had some extra pudge, but that was just more to love.

He sat back, smiling widely down at you. His hands went to your hips so he could pull you more onto his lap. “Look at my pretty mama.” He mused, smoothing a hand over your stomach. “So perfect.”

You chuckled and waved him off. “Come on, I’m fat and covered in stretch marks.” Dave didn’t laugh, instead eyeing you closely in awe and admiration.

“So pretty.” He purred, leaning down again and kissing down your neck, sucking and nibbling, gently of course, he knew you were swore all over, no matter how much he tried to help.

Your arms wrapped around him, moans falling into his ears. “I-I’ll work it off, I promise.” You mumbled, kissing where you could reach, his sharp jaw mostly, his soft hair.

Dave shook his head. “Work it off or don’t, I just want you happy, you’re-you’re pretty when you’re happy.” His voice was deep but it wavered as he spoke, feeling his high creeping up on him.

He reached down to rub your clit, it hadn’t gotten much love since Justis was born, leaving you all too sensitive. Your moans turned to whines as he played with you, knowing just what you like.

Dave heard a door creak open, it was soft so he knew it wasn’t your bedroom. He was so close and your eyes were already rolling back, he figured Justis was just going to the bathroom.

Dave held his hand over your mouth, not wanting you to get to loud and-

“Daddy?” A quiet voice came. Dave bit down on your shoulder, his hand holding so tight over your mouth. You both refused to make a noise.

The blanket covered you both enough so he wouldn’t have seen anything. Dave slowly sat up, not fully turning to Justis but just enough to see him. “What is it, buddy?” He asked.

Justis wiped his eyes, a pout on his lips. You could still feel Dave gushing in you, it had been far too long. “I had a nightmare…” He mumbled.

Dave nodded and wiped his forehead. “Alright, well, go crawl back into bed and I’ll be there in a minute.”

“I can’t walk back alone.” Justis said, offended Dave would even suggest such a thing.

Dave chuckled and looked back down to you. “Yeah, yeah, dumb daddy.” He exhaled heavily as he thought of another solution. “Hide in the bathroom, the bathroom is a safe space, can’t get you in the bathroom.” Justis thought for a moment before deciding it was sound logic and went across the hall to the bedroom.

Dave let out a heavy sigh and rolled over beside you. You moved closer to him, laying your head on his arm. Dave groaned before getting up, pulling on a pair of pants and heading for the door. “I’ll put him to bed, just clean yourself up.”

Dave got Justis out of the bathroom and back to his room just down the hall, tucking him in while you hurried into the bathroom to clean up.

Dave still wasn’t back by the time you were out of the bathroom so you just crawled into bed and had exactly fifteen seconds to yourself before the door shot open and Dave came in with a flying Justis, making aeroplane noises before landing on the bed, followed by Dave who jumped on next to him.

“Dave-“ you started, you’d talked about this, Justis couldn’t sleep in bed with you guys, but he cut you off.

“Just for tonight, to keep away Lars.” You rolled your eyes at him while Justis got comfy next to you, you were thanking yourself now that you decided pyjamas were a good idea.

“Lars?” You repeated.

“The balding dwarf!” Justis explained.

“Dave!” You swatted at him as he laughed.

[norgbelulah]

Lol I posted this in a dumb way before because I no longer know how this website works.

[chaesonghwas]

how could i leave you (without a chance to try?)

fic - WIP // playlist

Pierre and Charles have somehow lost their way. Between World Championships and an impending retirement, their once solid marriage feels wobbly. Feat: meddling George, competitive tomfoolery, and alphabet dating all over the world.

HELLO EVERYONE! WELCOME TO THE 2024 SEASON! 💖 @duquesademiel @wolfiemcwolferson and I have made this wonderful fic and will be updating it before every race, so we hope you join us for this ride 🫶🏽

[justworthlessreblogs]

there's nothing worse than opening up one of your old wips, reading it, going "dang this slaps i want more" and then realizing you have to write it yourself

[acorrespondence]

Miami, Part 2:

Boyd comes back when the kitchen’s quiet to find Lissy scowling and kicking at the closest leg on the kitchen table, the shoes Raylan already bullied her into leaving scuffs on the paint. He raises his arms and fixes her with a look. “What is goin on with you, girl?”

“Nothing.” 

Her brows are drawn down, shadowing her eyes like storm clouds. Threatening rain, if he’s reading the sky right. Raylan got like this sometimes, as a child, and there was just no moving him. Boyd crouches in front of her. “I ain’t mad, baby,” he says. He takes her head in his hands, strokes her baby-fine hair, the strands slipping through his fingers when she shakes her head. “I just want you to talk to me. I can’t help you feel better ‘less I know what’s wrong.”

She looks away, toward the battered white refrigerator. Boyd tries not to look at it, sitting bare where once it was covered over in so many family photos and baby pictures and bizarre elementary school art projects you couldn’t tell the color of it. “I don’t wanna leave Bumblebee,” she mumbles.

Boyd pauses. He breathes in. She’s a lot like Raylan, and he knows that cost her something to say. “Oh, honey, no. We’re takin Bumblebee with us.”

She looks at him. “What?”

“Yeah,” he says, hands still smoothing down her hair. “She’s comin too.”

“Oh.” She tugs at the hammer loop on her overalls, looks down as she fusses with it, just as loath to show embarrassment as she was to show the sadness come before. She drags her toe over the linoleum, leaving scuffs there, too, little marks for the house to remember her by. Whatever transplant Raylan’s boss lines up to lease the house will see those lines and know the place has already been laid claim to, a truth writ in these little signs of a life that’s forever tied to its furniture, its floors—its very foundations.

Boyd tugs gently on a lock of her hair. When she looks up, her eyes are solemn and a little glassy, still, the remnants of tears shining in the light that spills through the window over the sink. “What put that notion in your head?”

“Alex Rivera had to give his dog away.”

“Did he?”

She nods, looks down again. “When he moved.”

“Well, that is a shame.” Boyd untangles her fingers from the hammer loop and takes her little hand in his. “I can assure you, we will not leave our sweet Bumblebee behind.”

“You promise?” she asks, one corner of her mouth pinched in. It looks like Raylan’s, when he can’t quite figure the lay of the land. It makes Boyd smile.

“Cross my heart and hope to die,” he says, grinning at her until her mouth tugs up in response. “Might leave your daddy behind, though.”

She gives him a weird look. Boyd laughs, tugs her head forward into a kiss at the crown. Hands on his knees, he pushes himself upright and drops a gentle hand on her head. 

I’m really glad you picked this scene, because it’s a pretty good encapsulation of the way I write kids. I think one of the most important things to remember writing children is that their goals and priorities very often don’t match up with those of the adults. While it might seem at first glance that they share the same concerns as their parents, the reasons for their reactions are often very different. So what are the kids’ priorities? Pemberley is very watchful of her parents, but she has no real investment in any of their specific concerns; what she cares about is how their worries and the state of their relationship will affect her. She doesn’t care about Raylan’s job, but she cares that it means she’s going to have to move to a school where she doesn’t know anyone; that it means she has to move from the house she loves to a place where she doesn’t even remember living. Meanwhile, Felicity’s concerns are even more immediate than that. I think she’s at an age where she has issues even conceptualizing a place she has no reference for, and so it becomes less about what might be waiting for her in Kentucky and more about what she’s being made to leave behind.

She knows that she’ll be leaving the house and yard behind, which makes her sad and mad but not worried, really, and she knows that her sister and parents will be coming with her. So what worry could she have that might get lost or go unnoticed in the pile of other worries that everyone else is bringing to the table? What’s a possible point of uncertainty that feels immediate, conceivable, and relevant to her life? The specific worry I alighted upon was inspired by a childhood friend of mine who had to move into an apartment that didn’t allow pets, and so had to give her dog away. I remember being deeply empathetic because I had a cat myself, and I think Lissy would have felt similarly disturbed by this notion even if she didn’t at the time think of it as a possibility for herself, so it made sense that she might get this idea into her head.

I was pretty proud of this metaphor; comparing anger/upset feelings to storm clouds is a very cliche thing, but I like to sometimes take a really obvious metaphor and sort of tilt it around to try and find some untapped facets of it. So I went from anger like storm clouds >> rural tendency to be more tapped into nature >> reading the sky, and then through that kind of tie into something that comes up later in the fic (taken from canon) about Raylan reading Arlo’s moods. A lot of this fic is about inheritance in an abstract sense, what these men pass onto their kids both with and without realizing it. Arlo compares his father to a thunderstorm and Raylan compares Arlo to a tornado, so this metaphor being used for Lissy implies that she inherited their tempers.

I’ve talked about this before, I think mostly with you in the comments, but I think that Boyd’s most lasting damage from Bo’s abuse comes not from the violence itself but from the fact that he didn’t even try to understand Boyd and didn’t trust him to be able to comprehend the reason behind Bo’s instructions and expectations. He wanted Bo to a) endeavor to find out why he was acting the way he was, b) acknowledge the validity of those reasons, and c) clue Boyd in to why different behavior was expected. Because these were all things he wanted but never got from his father, he takes great pains to offer them to his children.

I just think Boyd is the kind of guy to clip a million things to the refrigerator. I think when he was growing up the kitchen was very much his mother’s domain, and therefore a place he remembers fondly. Though he likely expected Boyd’s mother to manage their interior design, Bo was probably very strict about what was allowed to be displayed throughout most of their house, because the image that was being put forth mattered a lot to him. However, I think the kitchen, because he considered it a woman’s space, would have been subject to less policing by Bo, and so I think Boyd’s mother plastered the fridge with photos of and art by her boys, and Boyd chooses to emulate this. I think Raylan appreciates it—even if outwardly he complains about things getting knocked off of it every five seconds—because he likes having tangible proof that his children are happy and safe and cared for: that his influence on them isn’t doing irreparable damage.

While Boyd would have jumped to explain himself in this way to his daddy, he knows that Raylan has trouble ceding emotional ground—admitting something is bothering him is exposing an exploitable weakness—and sees the same trait in their daughter. Also like Raylan, she feels this way about basically every emotion except anger, so her embarrassment to have worried over nothing is just as important to hide as the worry in the first place: it serves as further damning evidence that the worry was there in the first place, because losing Bumblebee would have hurt her, and she doesn’t want to acknowledge that vulnerability.

This is a recurring motif that comes up a lot in this story, the idea of certain kinds of wear and tear to a house or room being physical evidence of love, contrasted with other kinds of damage that come from neglect.

Lissy tugging at the hammer loop on the hip of her overalls is kind of a callback to the way Raylan is always resting one hand on his holster, or flipping back his jacket to show off his holster, etc. Both Raylan and Boyd are fidgety assholes, so both of their kids are too. But Boyd’s usually comes from a spillover of excess emotion, whereas Raylan’s is used to distract from his emotions long enough to repress them. Boyd taking her hand here is an indication that he sees how she feels and wants her to share it with him instead of hiding it.

She’s not feeling her most trusting at the moment, when her parents just turned her life so fully upside-down, so she doesn’t know if she should trust Boyd’s answer. And then he tired to reassure her and cut the tension with a joke, and the very idea that her parents might willingly separate is so baffling that it works. She doesn’t even think for a second to add this to her list of worries, and it implies that Boyd wouldn’t leave the cat any more than he’d leave Raylan, which is a more binding promise than the words alone could ever be.

[b4ookie]

things im excited for with each of my members ; P1H DR

keeho

hearing him sing. Like geniunely. lirk in person hearing those riffs and runs UGH. chat. also making tiktok sith him likee. you think keehoband intak got thristtraps just yall WAIT

Im so excited to just be his member and see how he is as leader.

theo

Also hearing him sing. Hea literally my favorite voice in kpop ever. thats gonna be so HEAVENLY OMG And really justi interact with him. i feel like we're one of the same in our personalities

Im for SURE dressing him up and doing his makeup. like Elsa pt 2. Getting him a wig and everyday. And gonna show p1ece too dont play

Jiung

mister humiliation himself 😭😭 hes literally my bestfriend. i CANT wait to annoy the FUCK OUTTA HIM. omg he'll never know peace. and hes never gonna get his money. theres so much i cant wait to do with him. He better say good bye my chocochips every live or we'll be fighting/j

Intak

my man 😫 ima be making fun of him SO BAD. cause lowley he embarrassing but hes also soojfjf. I cant wait to just be in love with him. I cant wait to listen to hislm yap about how much he loves his brother I cant wait to watch him develop choreography and go over it over and over. Literally cant wait for him.

Soul

With soul i so badly wanna watch his solo stages. Just him dancing. He is such a fascinating and breathtaking dancer i cant. Like i get confused sometimes when hes also zipzaping language but it fine xause its soul

Jongseob

My little brother. my actual little brother(not rlyl but he so so fits the part) known hom since he was in yg. i cant wait to just be able to talk to him. To have him write little raps and show me them with his cutest little smile, like he always has done.

[justythewriter]

I decided to finally write about some of the struggles I face as an independent artist. Tumblr has always been an incredible space for me to introduce my music to new listeners. So withy get if you come across this check out the links and enjoy the words ❤️

IG: justymusic

TikTok: justjustymusic

An open love letter to music.

Why is music feeling like watching every kid in the school yard get picked up before me.

My mind flashes back to that feeling seven year old me embraced knowing I would sit on the cold after school lunch tables until the final call. A late evening met with an early morning every day.

But music was supposed to be safe. When I found room to be above mediocre I clung to it for dear life. Remembering the words of the first teacher who saw me, truly saw me, and how she believed in my own lyricism even at its earliest stage.

I was so hungry when I was young. Staten Island could never offer the hug a queer black kid needed, but music could.

Home didn’t understand the sadness underneath budding teenage frustration, but music could.

I met music on a first date with no expectations but in queer fashion, maybe I fell too fast.

She took up my days. Multifaceted and engaging.

She became home and a safe space. She brought out the best in me. Introducing me to all of her friends and favorite places, putting me in rooms with people I’d be invisible to until I opened my mouth, hit the mic.

Maybe in my bliss I never stopped to consider this to be unrequited love.

We never needed all of affirmations when we first fell and yet now I find myself watching the single digit counts of comments or lack thereof.

I wonder if anyone is listening as I go to share another piece of myself to no avail.

Maybe I was sharper when I met her, yet now I watch as seemingly everyone around me makes it to those places I told her I’d take her- and even worse, I ration with if I never will.

There’s guilt as I see 29 stretching out to me, how lucky am I to meet another year of life- luck not offered to my cousin, yet how terrifying to know the projection the industry throws at me.

Even as I dodge, I become scorned thinking of how easy it seems for everyone else. The virality and colossal rise. Their talent not mine, their shine not mine, their wins not mine.

When will it be my time?

Will it ever be my time?

My days are spent helping future leaders secure their future, and yet I write and erase Plan B on what used to be my “anything is possible” journal.

Still, there is that hopeless romantic in me.

Wondering if maybe it wasn’t the right time, but the time may simply be on the way.

I know time waits for no one, but as I keep throwing my heart at the wall, I wonder where I will stick.

[anneapocalypse]

On Dragon Age II's Ending

The ending of Dragon Age 2 has always felt to me like the least morally ambiguous of any of the games' mage-templar decisions and frankly one of the least ambiguous "big" decisions in the series.

DA2 makes it extremely obvious that the Circle mages are about to be executed for something that absolutely none of them had any part in and no one, not even the Knight-Commander, is arguing that that isn't the case. You can feel whatever kind of way about what Anders did, and still recognize the staggering injustice of killing all the Circle mages for something that everyone, including the Knight-Commander calling for their deaths, is fully aware they did not do.

And just in case that wasn't clear, someone made a point of dropping in that bit of ambient dialogue telling us that Meredith is already trying to get clearance for the Right of Annulment before the explosion; she's just looking for an excuse. The game is pretty clear about the injustice of this situation, regardless of how many demons and blood mages there may or may not be in Kirkwall.

I'm a chronic replayer who enjoys making up new characters every time to see things I haven't seen before and I didn't have a particularly difficult time coming up with in-character, circumstantial reasons why a character might annul the Circle in DAO or recruit the templars in DAI and believe they're doing the right thing. For the former: dwarven noble who knows little about magic and believes what the Knight-Commander tells her, and chooses the wrong dialogue option with Morrigan in the party so Wynne attacks and therefore is not present in the party as an emotional anchor and a voice for the mages, and listens to Cullen when he says it's too dangerous to let any of the mages live. For the latter: non-mage human noble from a Chantry-connected family who just implicitly trusts templars, as he was raised to. Or Dalish elf who walks into Redcliffe, sees a magister stinking up the place and says "Well, the Dread Wolf take the lot of you then" and turns around and marches straight to Therinfal, conscripts the templars, disbanding the Order in the process. Just a couple of easy examples I've actually played.

But the ending of DA2 is a choice between "Yes, I will help to execute these people for something everyone knows they didn't do" or "No, I will not do that and I will help them defend themselves and escape." Of course it's possible to come up with in-character reasons to make the former choice, and I have! But it's much less of a choice a character could just stumble into, and you have to do a lot more ideological contortions for a character to do that and believe they're doing the right thing.

Yes, there are a lot of blood mages and demons in Kirkwall. While we don't get a lot of opportunities to treat blood mage NPCs with much nuance apart from Merrill as most blood mages are programmed to attack on sight (and this is likely a product of the game's tight development deadline), the game itself offers an explanation for this in the writings of the Band of Three, the Enigma of Kirkwall codex entry that you can collect throughout the story. While you have to look to find it, this history does make it clear that Kirkwall is meant to be an outlier, for reasons both political and historical (which is another post for another day). And Merrill herself, whether you agree with her viewpoints or not, does offer an important counterpoint: a character designed to be sympathetic while giving a more nuanced perspective to the player on why a mage might choose to use blood magic.

And yeah, even with the fact that the game makes you fight Orsino in the mage ending, I still think this. It's clumsily executed, yes, but Orsino going all blood magic harvester abomination is just one more example of what the game has been showing us all along: that mages (like most people) turn to extreme measures when they're backed into corners with no sense of hope, and the templars then use those extreme actions to justify further abuses of mages. I don't think it was strictly necessary (and for what it's worth, Mark Darrah agrees with that; it's a decision that was made out of concern for gameplay balance more than narrative and in hindsight he's said that he thinks it was a mistake), and I definitely think it could have been executed better, but as it stands it does fit an ongoing theme, and Orsino's actions still do not justify the murder of every other mage in the Circle.

And then there's that thing where Hawke can only receive the support of the nobility and become Viscount if they side with the templars, thereby agreeing to uphold the existing power structures in Kirkwall. It's easy to miss if you've never played through the templar ending (and also because Hawke doesn't hold the position for long and Inquisition doesn't really acknowledge that they ever did Correction: It is actually mentioned in the Champion of Kirkwall codex entry, and possibly other places as well, my memory just failed me), but to me that outcomes is absolutely inspired. It serves to highlight how deeply intertwined the nobility are with the Chantry. The nobles of Kirkwall want Meredith deposed because they feel she's overstepped her bounds by denying them a proper viscount, but they are not anti-Chantry or anti-Circle; they still want mages locked up, and they probably also remember what happened the last time Kirkwall's nobility decided to try and contest the Chantry's power in their city (see: Perrin Threnhold).

I find the templar ending genuinely interesting to play through in terms of seeing the story from that angle, and in terms of what it has to say about power structures and politics in Thedas generally and in Kirkwall in specific, which I also wrote about recently. (To say nothing of how differently it frames Varric in Inquisition when the Hawke he idolizes is the Hawke who slaughtered Kirkwall's mages to a one.) I would honestly recommend playing it at least once for lore reasons if you're into that sort of thing. But I would hardly say that you as a player come out of that ending feeling like you're playing the good guy.

And I'm not even arguing that all choices in the games should be this in-your-face. On the contrary, I don't think they all should. I like it when it's possible for a character to make a choice with unintended outcomes, or get accidentally locked into a worse choice because of previous decisions (like annulling the Circle and then being forced to kill Connor or Isolde). Those are some of my favorite kind of choices in these games. In this particular case, I do think the extreme nature of the choice is important to the story, both as the catalyst for the mage rebellion and to underscore why Anders did what he did.

So when people tell me that DA2 "both sideses" the mage-templar conflict... I respect that it's possible to feel that way about it, but I just don't see it. The game allows the player to role-play a character who might make various choices within its narrative; that is not the same thing as presenting all choices as morally equivalent in-universe, and it has never been the same thing, in any of these games.

If you're looking for one mage-templar choice that puts the injustice squarely in your face, I think the ending of DA2 is very much that.