#like everyone knows names are important like yeah duh

[saintshigaraki]

creation lake utilized one of my most favorite tropes and it’s when the MC remains entirely nameless. and it makes you realize how powerful names are and how important they can be when it comes to knowing someone.

[starrynights-sunnyskies]

as the flowers bloom, my heart does too ⋆*·ﾟmisa x putellas!femreader, social media au, (16/17)

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when your relationship ends and all you want to do is hide and cry, flowers suddenly start to appear on your doorstep.

or; misa hating to see a pretty girl cry and suffer and going out of her way to cheer her up while staying anonymous

fic: see my masterlist

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sofie.svava babes!!!

ona.battle ❤️

bff2 you two 😍

marisabel_rguez T'estimo 😘

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username1 aaaah the flowers are still a thing liked by yourusername

albap9 goals

alexiaputellas 😎✌️

bff1 that first pic whew 🔥 ↳ yourusername BACK OFF ↳ bff1 ✋😲🤚

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Misa created a Groupchat

Misa added bff1, bff2, bff3, alexia, alba, olga 

Misa: Hey everyone. I added you to this groupchat because I’m planning on doing something special for Y/N during our vacation, and since you’re all important people in her life and most of you will be there too, I’d love for you to be a part of it. Of course, please keep this a secret. 😊

bff2: …..Define 'something special'? 👀

bff3: Does this mean...

Alexia: Are you finally going to do it?

bff1: I can’t keep a secret from her for the life of me so please fill me in on the day of, please and thanks 😭😩

Misa: Yeah, I’m going to propose to her 😊

Misa changed the group’s name to ‘Operation wed the girl 💍’

bff1: omg omg omg eeek 😬😧

bff1 left the groupchat

Misa: Um, okay? 😅

Alexia: Why did she leave??

bff2: Don't mind her, she always has to be weird

bff3: Probably for the best if you don’t want your proposal accidentally spoiled. Those two have no privacy and always use each other’s phones so it’s safer this way if you want to keep it a surprise.

Misa: Okay!

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bff1: alba alba alba alba alba

bff1: omg did you see the chat? what do we do

alba: definitely don’t act suspicious, which you just failed. the girls saved your ass.

bff1: we can’t just tell her to blow it off can we?

alba: we can’t and we shouldn't and we won’t. i knew this was coming, since misa asked mami, ale and i our blessings a while ago, but now i'm panicking too

bff1: should we tell y/n?

alba: are you INSANE?!?!?!

bff1: then what should we do?

alba: just see how it’ll play out. but let’s keep this to ourselves for now.

alba: wait- im guessing the other girls know too?

bff1: duh

alba: okay. we say nothing and use the chat to spy on misa’s plan for now and to make sure everything will go smoothly 🧐

bff1: but misa wants us there so she's not going to propose when they go to italy with just the two of them. this is going to go so wrong

alba: hey no shut up

bff1: so what now? we can't just wish for a miracle like the world ending or them being too sick to even go on vacation. obv that won't happen but oh god what do we do

alba: ew why would you say that. don't jinx it

alba: just gimme some time to think.

bff1: aye aye babe

bff1: oh wow 👀

alba: what?

bff1: you didn't cuss me out for calling you babe

alba: 🙄

bff1: we're a good team aren't we? 😌

alba: 🙄🙄

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username1: omg we met y/n out on the streets in madrid

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username2 i love how the fandom has made her just as popular as any futbolista by now 😝 ↳ username3 I mean, she IS a Putellas... so she's popular by association lmao

username4 Was Misa with her?? ↳ username1 no misa is on national camp. she was alone.

username5 i saw her a few months ago in the coffee shop misa and her frequent but she has major resting bitch face so i was way too shy to approach lol ↳ username1 ahahaha she does! but she immediately broke out of it when we approached her ↳ username8 Resting bitch face is a Putellas thing 😂

username6 What did you say to her?? I would be way too awkward for this! ↳ username1 that we love her and love seeing her relationship with misa online. she said it was a little scary to be open about their relationship with misa and alexia being in the public eye but was happy they did it because she'd rather celebrate her love than hide. my friend jokingly said that misa has to hurry up with putting a ring on it and she got so flustered. she tried to facetime alexia for us but alexia declined her call after like two rings so we had a laugh about that. she didn't want to call misa bc she said misa wasn't available at that time but that she's going to call her tonight and tell her we said hi. ↳ username5 she seems so sweet 🥺

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albap9 probably your first and last time ✌️

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bff2 sun sea and ibiza ☀️

bff1 good girls go to heaven, bad girls go to ibiza

marisabel_rguez 😍

ingridengen Enjoy!!! 💞

patri8guijarro It's a good time ✌️

begovargas Paella paella paella 😍😋

leilaouahabi One of the best Ibiza trips so far ❤️

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claudiaapina omg how are you up and posting already? i just woke up with a massive headache ↳ yourusername i have a killer immune system 🙋‍♀️

bff1 last night was wiiiiild ↳ bff2 And it was proof that we're definitely not in college anymore. One night and I'm floored. I feel so old 😭

marisabel_rguez Best DJ on the island 🤣 ↳ albap9 until she hit the wrong button and the music stopped ahahahaha 5 likes ↳ alexiaputellas I'm so glad we left early, the secondhand embarrassment would've killed me. ↳ salmaparalluelo damn I would've paid to see that 😭

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albaps9 last time we were all there you were crushing HARD on y/n and look at you two now 😭 ↳ marisabel_rguez I wasn't that obvious ↳ albaps9 yah you were, i was onto you since the start ↳ alexiaputellas Oh, how times have changed since then 😉 ↳ yourusername thank god they have 😘

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Groupchat: Operation wed the girl 💍

Misa: [attached photo] She has no clue 🤪

Olga: next time we see her she'll be a wife-to-be 😢

Alexia: Text us when you're coming this way! They're almost done setting things up over here. And good luck! 😘

bff3: She's going to freak out omg

Alexia: Everything okay?

Alexia: Why is it taking so long?

bff2: Are we still on?

Olga: I can't believe I'm even asking this and I don't think she did, but did she say no????

Misa: Thanks for the help but it's not going to happen tonight, guys.

Alexia: Wait, what?!?

bff3: WHY

Misa: [attached photo]

Misa: I'll call later to update. They're still doing tests but she has severe stomach aches and feels extremely nauseous. She says that everything is spinning, too.

Alba: what the fuck happened???

Misa: She didn't feel well and went to the restroom but didn't come back. I went to check up and she was really out of it and had to throw up. I didn't know what to do so I brought her to the hospital.

Alexia: What hospital?? We'll come.

Misa: We can't have visitors. Not that I don't appreciate it, but I don't think Y/N wants a room full of people right now either. I've got her, don't worry, Ale.

Alexia: I know you do. Thanks ❤️ But do you need us? Or do you need us to do anything?

Misa: Not right now, but maybe later depending on what happens next.

bff2: Shit, is it food poisoning?

Misa: Could be. They're checking to make sure it isn't appendicitis or anything else. Then they'll decide if they'll hook her up to an IV or get her ready for surgery or put her on pain killers or other meds.

Olga: I'm so sorry, Misa. You planned everything for weeks.

Misa: I don't care about that. At all. She scared the living shit out of me. As long as she's feeling okay again. That's all that matters.

bff3: Keep us updated, please. Give her a hug from us and take good care of her and yourself.

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yourusername Time to make up for all the time we lost when I got sick last month 😭

marisabel_rguez It's much needed. We're going to have a great time 😘

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patri8guijarro you two so deserved this trip after last time! 😘

marisabel_rguez ❤️

alexiaputellas Enjoy!!

bff3 ❤️

albap9 lil sis! 💞

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alba i see no ring yet on any of those photos

bff2 HAS IT HAPPENED?

alexia Stop keeping us in agony!!

olga i love how we've all collectively agreed it's going to happen during this vacation

misa When the time is right, it will! Don't worry, you'll all be the first to know 😊

alexia Speaking of, should we add mama to this chat? She did help with the proposal last time and I know she's just as excitedly waiting in anticipation now that she knows it's happening.

bff3 Don't think poor Eli will appreciate having to catch up on hundreds of messages after work 😂

misa I'll add her once it's time 😉

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albap9 she looks so happy 🥺

alexiaputellas Y/N 😢😊

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alba: when is it fucking happening i'm going insane!!!

bff1: fr ive been expecting a text or post breaking the news for the past week now

alba: it would be so in character for them to already be engaged for weeks and be giggling about it and having us in the dark again like they did last time with their relationship 🤣😭

bff1: i don't think a hospital room is romantic, but i wouldn't put it past them for still getting engaged there 😂😂😂

bff1 but i'd actually kill her this time if that's true

alba: hey?! that honour should go to me. you were one of the first to know BEFORE they were even together, mind you. you don't get to complain.

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alexiaputellas: You're going home? Did you propose?? seen

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albaquerque 🌼: so??????? bff1: AND? you: ? albaquerque 🌼: DID YOU DO IT? you: do what? albaquerque 🌼: omg you're fucking with us. i hate you. bff1: TELL US. PUH-LEASE read

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Misa created a groupchat.

Misa added You, Eli, Alba, Alexia and 25+ others

You: [sent photo]

Misa: We said yes!!

You: 😊😊😊

bff1: FOjoagwhoElgHIOWLHGWOhl YIPPEEEEE

Alexia: Wait- WE? Y/N!

Alexia: ENHORABONA! FELICIDADES!

Olga: I'M SEEING TWO RINGS!!! OMG!! 😍

bff2: CONGRATULATIONS YOU TWO!!!! 😘💞💞💞

bff3: Finally!!!! Congratulations my loves!!

Alba: Phew! Fucking finally!! You two so so so deserve this, congratulations 😘

Eli: Y/N!!!! How exciting, my little girl!! And Misa, congratulations too, honey!!! Such a beautiful couple. I'm wishing you a lifetime of happiness together. Come over soon, I want to hug you two and hear all about it.

Alexia: Wait, so who knew about Y/N also proposing?

bff2: 🙋‍♀️

bff3: 🙋‍♀️

Alba: 🙋‍♀️

bff1: 🙋‍♀️

Alexia: You little shits!!! Why am I always being kept out of the loop! 😱😂

Alba: because misa had already claimed you!!!!

bff1: you know, i'm actually really proud for keeping this secret for so long 😎

Eli: I knew, too 🤪

Alexia: Mami!!! 😱

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a/n: a long update for the long wait. hope you liked it. much love x

[its-time-to-write]

I saw you asked for requests a few days ago. I was wondering if you would consider doing another part of the Kent!reader x Jamie fics.

I was thinking they do end up pregnant and its them telling everyone they’re pregnant . I can see everyone being so excited for them. And then Roy is just freaking out.

Since they’ve already discussed wanting to be together forever and have kids I can also see them deciding to get married before the baby is born in a small ceremony like Beard had.

I have quite a few requests about Jamie x reader having a kid, so if that ain’t your jam, maybe don’t read my next few posts😂 It’s totally my jam tho, maybe bc I’m suffering from baby fever again. thanks for requesting and for your patience!!

let’s fall in love for the night  

Jamie’s jiggling his leg up and down so fast that you’re surprised he hasn’t cramped yet. 

“Calm down,” you hiss, hand on his knee. 

“Can’t,” he whispers back. “Roy’s gonna fucking kill me.”  

You have no sympathy for him. “Yeah, and whose fault is that? Yours.”

Jamie shoots you a sideways glance. “Excuse me, this was a team effort.”

“Whatever,” you say. “I still say it’s your fault.”

Molly swoops by to refill your water glasses. “Dinner’s ready in a few minutes. Roy and Phoebe have been working very hard,” she says. 

She raises her eyebrows on the word very, and you’re sure that Roy’s patience is being pushed to his limits. He loves cooking and refuses to let anyone help him, but he also loves your niece and can’t deny her anything she wants. 

“Better go check on them,” she says, leaving you and Jamie alone again in the backyard. 

Jamie resumes the previous conversation and says, “Well, I wasn’t the one wearing that blue thing with the flowers.”

“Well obviously,” you shoot back, “it wouldn’t even fit you.”

Jamie’s stopped jiggling his leg and he places his hand on top of yours. “Oi. Has Roy ever actually killed anyone before, or does he just have serial killer eyebrows?”

You wrinkle your nose and ask, “Why the fuck would I know?”

“You’re his sister,” Jamie replies in Phoebe’s patented duh tone. 

“I’m his baby sister,” you say. “I’m even younger than Molly. If he’s killed someone, they’ve both conspired to make sure I’ll never find out. And hey, don’t make fun of the eyebrows. There’s a good chance this baby’s gonna end up with them.”

“Babe you don’t have ‘em,” Jamie points out. 

“I wax,” you say smugly. “Oh, Molly texted. Time to go inside.”

Jamie groans but lets you lead him to the table. 

—

All told, Phoebe didn’t do half bad. 

“Auntie, I did the potatoes all by myself,” she says. 

You look to Roy for confirmation. He grunts and gives a tiny nod. 

“Great job, Phoebs,” you say. 

Molly sets down her fork. “I’ve been thinking of changing my name back to ‘Kent,’” she says. 

“Brill,” says Jamie. 

“Fucking finally,” Roy says as he hands Phoebe some money. “For future words,” he mouths to her as she counts it before depositing what you’re pretty sure is 20 quid into her pocket. 

Molly says, “We’ll all be the Kents again,” and you can feel Jamie go stiff next to you.

“The fuck’s wrong with you?” Roy asks, and you turn to see Jamie’s gone completely pale. 

You pinch his thigh and he jumps. “Nothing,” he says hurriedly. “Well, not nothing. But, I dunno, don’t want to overshadow Molls’s good news, ya know? It ain’t important.”

You pinch him again. 

“Ok, it’s actually a little fucking important (sorry Phoebe, take it from Roy). But um, maybe you could help me babe?”

He shoots you a pleading look so you take pity on him. You’ve had more than twenty years dealing with Roy, so you’ll let Jamie slide this once.

“Right, so, we’ve been meaning to tell you- I’m having a baby,” you blurt out. 

Roy’s dinner roll gets crushed in his hand as his face goes bright red. 

“What,” he growls, and you’re not sure if you’re more terrified by the absence of “fuck”s or the fact that it was a statement, not a question. 

“That’s wonderful, love!” Molly says before Roy can say anything else. She’s not looking at him but you can practically feel him take psychic damage from the shut up and be happy you prick, message she’s sure to be telepathically sending him. 

“It’s Jamie’s, right?” she continues, taking a bite of salad. 

“The fuck kind of question is that?” you ask indignantly. “Who else’s would it be?”

“You don’t have to pay me for that one,” Phoebe pipes up. “I’ll give you a free tab of one hundred words because of the baby. If it’s a girl, you can have fifty more.”

You grin. “Sounds like a plan.”

“You’re probably going to owe her the fifty, Phoebs,” Molly says. She points to Jamie with her fork. “I mean, look at him. He practically screams ‘girl dad.’” 

“That’s- fucking- great,” Roy garbles out. “‘Scuse me.”

“We’re having a backyard wedding next Saturday, too,” you call after him. “So we probably won’t all be the Kents again.”

You wince as he slams a door from somewhere in the house. 

“He’ll come ‘round,” Molly says consolingly. “Remember how he was with Phoebe? And I was already married!”

You grip Jamie’s hand. “Molls, why can’t he just emote like a regular person? I mean honestly, did our parents fuck him up that bad?”

Molly raises a shoulder in a half shrug. “I don’t know, babe. Think he’s just like us, really, afraid of loving something so he just pushes it all away. And besides, you’re the baby of the family. We’ve always tried to protect you and keep you safe, and sometimes he feels like you’re out of reach.”

You ask, “He told you that?” and Molly just laughs. 

“Not in so many words,” she replies. “But you know how he is.”

“He’s an arsehole,” you grumble. “I’m going to go talk to him.

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Roy is, predictably, in the backyard. Not many places for him to go and think properly. 

You find him sitting under the tree. 

“Oi,” you say, “budge over.”

He grunts and moves so you’re not quite in the dirt. 

“Can you be sitting on the ground?” he asks. 

“It’s been like three months,” you reply, “That isn’t long enough for me to get stuck places.”

Roy says, “hmm,” but doesn’t offer up anything else so you just sit in silence next to him, pressing your shoulder to his. 

“Why the fuck did it have to be Tartt?” he asks after a beat. “Could’ve been fucking anyone in the fucking world, and you fucking chose him.”

“You like Jamie,” you say in confusion. 

“I don’t,” Roy replies, “he’s a prick. And a fucking footballer. Why’d you have to go for a fucking good-for-nothing footballer? He can’t even be around for his family when they go through shit because he’s going to be busy scoring fucking meaningless goals or some shit.”

That stings for a moment, but you take a good look at Roy’s face. It’s stoic, but shit if you can’t read it like a book. Blood is blood, and you’re a Kent just like him. 

“This isn’t about him, is it. It’s about you. You think you did a shit job as a brother and an uncle so Jamie’s going to be a shit father.”

“I missed out on a lot,” Roy says hoarsely. “And before you say fucking shit, I’m not fucking crying. So shut the fuck about it.”

You grin and wrap your arms around him. “You’re the best big brother a girl could ask for. Took all my cues from you. And anyway, you’ve been there when it counts. Phoebe fucking adores you, practically attached at the hip you two. And yeah, Molls and I missed you when you were at Sunderland and Chelsea and wherever. But… you came back. We needed you, and you came back. So don’t go projecting your stupid self-image on Jamie, because he’s not like that. And you’re not either, you absolute fucking ape-armed frizzy-haired shit-faced twat.”

Roy huffs out a chuckle. “Ape-arms. Haven’t heard that one in a while.”

“Almost went with ‘camel knees.’ Haven’t used that since I was ten, but I thought it might hit too close to home these days.”

Roy laughs for real this time and tilts his head so it’s resting on yours. “Still fucking weird that my little sister’s having a kid.”

You say, “You’ll get over it. Oh, and don’t wear a goddamn T-shirt on Saturday.”

—

It’s rainy, so the backyard wedding becomes a living room wedding, because who really gives a shit? Richmond have a game tomorrow, but for today they’re in yours and Jamie’s house all dressed up (but still in trainers) laughing and smiling as Dani officiates what you’re sure is your dream wedding. 

It’s not the one you and Molly would’ve giggled about as kids when you sneaked from your bed into hers, but everyone you loves is here. 

For once, Jamie’s house almost seems too small.  

(Dani was the only person you two knew who was ordained or whatever. And hey, could you have picked a happier person for it?)

Molly and Keeley had gone out with you to find a white dress, Sam and Phoebe were the flower-people, and Roy walked you down the stairs to where Jamie was standing with Isaac by his side. 

“I’m not fucking crying,” Roy whispers in your ear. “It’s fucking allergies from being in this prick’s house for too long.”

“It’s my house too,” you remind him. 

Roy just sniffs, pats your hand where it’s tucked into his arm, and presses a kiss to your cheek.

All in all, it was pretty great. 

Gifts range from hair products to restaurant gift cards to designer baby clothes, including a tie-dyed onesie from Phoebe. 

“I have a matching one at home,” she explains. 

But now it’s the evening and everyone is gone except family. 

“Can’t believe my baby’s married,” says a beaming Georgie as she ruffles Jamie’s hair from their place on the couch.

“Can’t believe he attained his childhood goal of marrying into the Kent family,” Molly remarks. 

Jamie grins smugly. “What can I say, I’m a fucking goal-getter.”

You’re snuggled in Jamie’s arms, dress exchanged for a white sweatshirt and sweatpants set, courtesy of Rebecca. 

“I’d’ve had a poster of you on me wall if they made one, babe,” Jamie says. “Better sight than that hairy git.”

Roy just rolls his eyes and says “I’m getting another beer.”

“Can you bring me a piece of cake?” you call after him.

“Me too?” Phoebe asks, looking hopefully at Molly. 

Jamie pats your knee. “Don’t think he heard you, love. I’ll get it for ya. You too, Phoebs.” He shoots a wink in her direction, and she giggles. 

“Oi, grandad,” Jamie says, walking into the kitchen. “Did you hear your sister?”

Roy turns around from the fridge with a menacing look.  

“If she has a single moment of unhappiness, I’m going to fucking kill you,” he growls.

“Jesus, sorry,” Jamie says, hands in the air. “What’s got your knickers all in a twist?”

Fucking Jamie, never able to back down from a good squabble with Roy. 

They’re both keeping their voices down because they know if they got caught, no less than three people would be grabbing them by the ear and yelling. 

They might know this from personal experience. 

Roy says, “She’s my little sister. I’d fucking murder for her, and so would Molly. Always tried to make it easier for her when she missed our parents and shit, but it always fucking got to her anyway. Didn’t help that I fucked off to Sunderland at fucking nine, before she was even fucking born. She’s wanted a family of her own for fucking ages, and if you fuck this up for her they will never. Find. Your body.”

Jamie’s not sure Roy’s ever looked this menacing, which is saying something, because he’s Roy fucking Kent. He always looks menacing. 

So he nods and says quietly, “I ain’t gonna fuck it up, Coach. Had a shit dad too. Always wished he were around, except when he was then he’d get all fuckin’ angry and shit. But… still wanted him, y’know? Weird. Anyway, not gonna be like that with her. I want a family too.”

Roy looks straight into his eyes, looking for the barest hint of insincerity. Jamie’s gaze doesn’t waver. He’s not sure of much, but he’s sure of this. He’s sure of you. 

Roy says, “Right,” nods once, then claps Jamie on the shoulder right at his phone dings. 

Jamie pulls out his phone to a text from you that reads, pls stop fangirling over my brother. baby wants cake and so does ur mum

He smiles and tries to figure out how to balance three plates at once. 

[featguler]

i'm being for real ────── "she ain't brahim's girlfriend, dude".

♡ ────── pairing : brahim díaz x reader ♡ ────── tags : reader is female, and her faceclaim is established. she has lived in england for a while. reader is a tiktoker. google translated spanish idc. ♡ ────── notes : HIIII sorry for not being active, i've been sick and now i'm working on a thesis proposal while also working... i miss yall omfg how are you all doing :(( <333 ALSO IGNORE TIMELINES i had a hard time finding pics for this smau for some reason.... i don't know what the plot is but they do a hard launch at the end of this. HOPE U ALL ENJOY mwah mwah ♡ masterlist.

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[lucvly]

can you do chris w a latina gf? i need that sm i’ve been asking everywhere 🙏🏻

— chris with a latina girlfriend hcs! ⸰ 𖥔 ͙

warnings: a little suggestive but nothing too crazy ! not proofread oops

a/n: this was so fun to write ☹️

— loooves it when you teach him how to dance. you taught him how to dance bachata because your tía kept making fun of his ass for not knowing how to dance. at first he Sucked but now he out dances you. + dances salsa better than you ever could.

— knows all of bad bunny and karol g’s discography thanks to you. he can name at least five songs from them from the top of his head.

— family gatherings are always such a rollercoaster with him it’s hilarious. you’ll literally be serving food for him and yourself when all the sudden he’s nowhere to be found ??? guess where he’s at... yeah, playing fortnite with your primos.

— has a really hard time remembering everyone’s names at first, especially your tías and primos.

— is such a cutie HELPP loves learning about your culture, he thinks it makes you way more special.

— if you’re fluent, he asks you to help him with a few spanish lessons just so he can communicate with your family a bit better.

— sometimes you call him spanish pet names and he just completely melts. (“mi amor”, “mi vida”, “cielo”) and he’s on his knees worshipping the ground you walk on.

— he gets along surprisingly well with your parents. overall he’s just easygoing so your mom had always loved him. your dad on the other hand... not so much.

— made a somewhat bad first impression on your dad because he was lowkey nervous ???

— after that terrible first impression with your dad, somehow they started getting along so well at the next family gathering though. your dad is calling him mijo atp like ??? those two would sit and watch soccer together, laughing their ass off and actually being excited about the game– (you and your mom are clueless as to when and how they started bonding).

— after that, whenever you visit their parents they’re always asking about chris.

— this one time, you went to visit your parents without chris because he was on tour with his nick and matt. your dad was so confused as to why he didn’t come with you ??? called chris & everything LMFAOO. you had to remind that man who his real child is 🙄🙄.

— he’ll start catching onto your superstitions subconsciously HELPP. you keep telling him to stop walking under flights of stairs or sweeping over people’s feet because it’s bad luck. at first he’s soo confused but he eventually starts telling his brothers to stop doing it as well because he’s terrified it’ll actually be bad luck.

— he definitely eats those 12 grapes with you at midnight after kissing you idgaf !!

— loves trying traditional dishes !! that man is eating all the empanadas and buñuelos at the family gathering idc,,,

— nick keeps teasing him because of how much he’s listening to bad bunny, daddy yankee, maluma and karol g LMFAOOO.

— +++ he tries singing the lyrics with his whole heart but miserably fails duh, you still think it’s cute how passionate he is about it though.

— he definitely had to get used to hugs and cheek kisses as a way of greeting people.

— this mf always ends up playing fortnite or minecraft with your little cousins.

— he knows how important grand gestures are in your culture so he’s going all out for anything and everything. this man will actually always show up with a bouquet of roses at your door and claim it’s your 1.2 year anniversary or something.

— he loves trying the weird food combinations LMAOO, he’s so surprised at how y’all come up with those combinations but always ends up trying them and loving them. (“who even thought of this?” “just try it amor, oh my god.”) ++ big fan of jelly and condensed milk, chicken and honey + hot chocolate and cheese.

— he finds it so amusing how you’re able to communicate in different languages like How ?? that’s too complicated in his mind– he really does find it captivating.

— i just know he’d be so into novelas. unironically sits down and watches la rosa de guadalupe with you. he thinks the plots are actually insane and he gets such a good laugh out of it. he loooves it.

— he has google translate ready for those rare occasions when you argue and you meaninglessly curse him out in spanish. lowkey finds it sexy bye 😣

— when you two start dating he starts to actually understand spanish, he can’t speak it even if his life depended on it but– this means you really can’t talk to your tías about his ass because he’ll understand every word. (he plays dumb though because he loves hearing you talk about how handsome he is and how much you love him bye)

— half of your family genuinely thinks his name is cristóbal ???

— lord save him from watching you dance old reggaeton. that man is drooling. i’m talking guatauba, candy, te imagino, etc !!! he has to take a deep breath and keep it together despite everything that’s going through his head.

[thatfoxnamedfinley]

You Cannot Have My Pain aka Oathbringer thoughts

I am an empty shell

in both a good and a bad way

it's 5:28AM as I start to write this

MOASH

how DARE you

Dalinar I actually love you

Odium, u r actually a CREEP dude

spoilers will be under the cut *bows an emotionally drained bow*

*stares into the distance, watching the waves crash onto the shore*

Do you guys ever relate to a character that's nothing like you? Like, something happened in your life that CONNECTS you to a character? For me, that's Dalinar.

And I know what you're thinking

WHAT bitch?

a warlord tyrant turned peacemaker, eh? r u a criminal bitch?

No. But I did lose my mom to cancer in 2022. My internal landscape changed overnight. The things I deemed important changed. I was able to finally see my flaws, made bare by my immense regret (a normal feeling when grieving) and it look a LOT of therapy to forgive myself. I didn't like the person I was. I was selfish, was quick to judge and didn't desire human connection, and I was so mad at myself that it took my mom dying to spark that change.

Without making this a TED Talk, I deeply connected to Dalinar's grief that struck me in an unexpected way.

"Sometimes a hypocrite is nothing more than a man in the process of changing." Oh...? Oh. Oh. TEARS down my face.

LET US BEGIN.

So, we BEGIN the book with Dalinar seeing a figure in black Shardplate with nine shadows and red eyes

oh ok

Oh bro when Elhokar bowed down to Dalianr trying to abdicate and name Dalinar a Highking...& Dalinar and Navani are like

!! bro !! GET UP

OMG!!

WHEN HIS MEMORY CAME BACK OF EVI

I remember reading it and they were like "blah blah blah yeah, Evi" and I was like bro WAIT A FUCKING SECOND DUDE

oh oh oh

When Pattern asked if Adolin was an option for him to marry LMFAO ok Pattern we get it hahhhahhaha Pattern is so funny dude

Even in Shadesmar when he and Adolin were pretending to be illusions and he was happily waving a glass stick above his head, I'm like damn he's....a little touched tbh

Dalinar strolling around during a highstorm looking for a fucking knife was iconic as well as him spotting the assassin in literally 0.5 seconds and murking him and everyone in the room is like

Gavilar was like "um thanks"

Blackthorn Unleashed was an amazing chapter. He went into Bloodstance - a stance for someone who didn't care if he got hit and he was RAGING

But you know what I also noticed about this chapter? Gavilar like, casually put a hit out on Highprince Kalanor and juts points Dalinar wherever he wants. And I GET IT, right? Like, the Alethi are good at war. Everyone talks about it, it's what they're known for.

HOWEVER, the enabling of Dalinar's behavior is, at times, sickening. Even though I know this is a cultural thing and they all see it as a good thing. There were several times in this book where Sadeas or Gavilar said something to push Dalinar towards violence that I was like YO this is super fucked up.

Tangerine had a interesting quote too. He was telling a story about how if there were 3 people and one was a murderer, would you hang all of them, let them all go and risk someone killing again, or keep them all in prison despite some being innocent. And Tangerine said

"Eventually you will execute someone who does not deserve it. This is the burden society must carry in exchange for order." And I'm sitting here in the US of A like

holy fuck we're rich bitches <-- my audiobook bookmark when the Midnight Mother is chased away by Shallan's phalanges and we see all the uncut gems in the pillar thingy

JASNAH WELCOME BACK BITCH I was lit and it was so unexpected, she was such a badass in this book. At the end when she isn't even looking when she's killing The Fused and when she steps into politics and I'm like oh Jasnah will STEAMROLL these mother fuckers

OMG when Adolin was like I am NOT going to be king, dad and Shallan was like "hmm have you guys ever thought of..." and I rolled my eyes and was like "Renarin, duh. He'll have more prominence in the story this way and"

*Jasnah walks into the room with a crown on*

OF COURSE!! IM A FUCKING IDIOT!!! OF COURSE JASNAH SHOULD RULE. Omg I feel like she hates politics but she's the PERFECT one for the job! She can be the best diplomat but also fuck them up with words (or she could soulcast tf outta them)

OH! Evi suggesting the Nightwatcher first was a surprise

omg wait about Evi

she was amazing. she tried so hard despite not fully understanding everything (I do blame Dalinar because he made decisions, but I mostly blame Alethi culture, here. I cursed out loud multiple times at their NEED for conquest and war, growing frustrated at how narrow minded that can make them. as well as how cruel). she was scared of him, but she had this one moment when she told Dalinar after finding out that he had actually spared that child, that she saw BEAUTY in him. i was like oh bitch you are a baby angel

she tried so hard for Dalinar. even that scene when Adolin crawled down from the carriage and he saluted Dalinar...and Evi said Adolin asked her the best way to talk to him and when she told him he was a war general he decides to salute

that's just....that moment was so sweet despite Dalinar still not understanding how to be a father

LIFT SAYING THAT DALINAR HAS A DUMPTRUCK OF AN ASS WAS ONE OF MY FAVORITE SCENES

Lift out here like "HEY YO TIGHT BUTT WHATS GOING ON?"

holy fuck

Dalinar in canon having a nice ass is one of the funniest, most unexpected comedic jokes of this series

oh, Shallan was supposed to take notes but was drawing Kaladin instead ok girl

Teft being addicted to firemoss and Rock saving Kaladin with the Shardbow were both so amazing characters moments. teft having so much self hatred and selling his uniform which ended up coming back around when the person who attacked bridge 4 for the herald blade had his vets on PHEEWW and Rock saving the day I SCREAMEDDDDD!!! OMG ROCK!!!

"You're thinking of me," the Stormfather sent. "I can feel it."

BRO WHAT???????????? STAY IN THE STORM WHY YOU SAYING WEIRD SHIT

Jasnah vs Amaram was legendary. She REALLY said do you feel lucky today, punk

ODIUMMMMMMMMM

yo when Odium showed up literally the nicest dude wanting to braid Dalinar's hair I was like HELL NO this man is dangerous

then when he showed Dalinar his final form I GUESS he's like all hatred and passion and sex and bloodlust and im like oh HELL NO dude

"Emotion. It is what defines men - though ironically you are poor vessels for it. It fills you up and breaks you unless you find someone to share the burden with" oh ok cool odium, lol poor weak humans, fuck us then i guess

Kaza was maybe the most memorable one off character for me, the soulcaster woman who was dying and chose to kamikaze at the end because she wanted to choose how she went out

Lift and Dalinar eating fruit together in silence is, I fear, iconic

i cracked up at the myth wit told about the queen who switched places with Mishim (the moon) to fuck Nomon (the other moon) and that's why Natanatan people are blue

like wtf bitch

Adolin telling Kaladin he talks like a girl sometimes....oh? Adolin? OH?????? *smirks in Alethi*

The Rathalas scene was nuts. The thing was he tried too, Dalinar tried to offer some sort of mercy and they fucked his ass with a pole. Then he's like ok, dope *embraces Thrill in a sensual embrace* "None will be left to weep" got it cool cool cool

I do like the little hints left, like he sees red (which we see later is the Unmade) and all the times he's briefly seen red and flashes of red we know was the Nergaoul, who was thought to be the origin of the Alethi "Thrill" which I found fascinating

OOOOOOH MY GOD

MOASH

MOASH!!!

FUCKING MOASH

HOW DARE YOU!!!

after he was EMOTIONLESS when he KILLED Elhokar then SALUTED KALADIN WITH THE BRIDGE FOUR SALUTE RIGHT AFTER IT

Literally fuck Moash (his arc is fine and it's interesting because we get more lore but I dont like him)

THEN HE SHANKS JEZRIAN like MOASH wtf are you DOING bro?!?!?!?!!!!??!?!?!?!??!?!?!!?!?

I liked how cautious Queen Fen was but then remained an ally when shit hit the fan (I liked how cautious everyone was tbh because they're all just so scared of ThE BLAcKtHoRn and youre like bro come ON but then you're like oh yeah ok i get it)

I LOVED Dalinar's flashbacks. With the Nightwatcher (then Cultivation after Dalinar asked for forgiveness and NW was like ??? and Cultivation was like "I got it from here bitch"), and when he breaks down and holds Renarin ("They talk about you, but they're wrong. You just need to rest, after all the fighting you did. I know. And I miss her too." RENARIN PLEASE!!! THE TEARS I HADDD!!!!!), when Adolin lights up after Dalinar tells him he's proud of him, how he thinks of himself as an animal, that he deserves to be hated. It's all just so MUCH.

The PANIC ATTACK he was having when the Thrill like, chased him around and threatened to consume him...

It was so well done that the

YOU CANNOT HAVE MY PAIN was so GOOD it was so EARNED. God, the CATHARSIS I felt in that moment was so satisfying. Because bitches i really thought Dalinar was going to become Odium's champion and out intrepid heroes were going to have to fight DALINAR in book 4

Odium: lol I've had my champion for a long ass time, bro. ive been preparing him and watching him forever

Dalinar: Amaram?

Odium: lmfao bro its you bro

Dalinar: ...bro

and I was like

Then Dalinar said JUST KIDDING BITCHES and the GLORY SPREN!!! BY THE THOUSANDS!!! AND HE SMASHED ALL THE REALMS TOGETHER!!! AND HE SAVED ADOLIN KALADIN AND SHALLAN!!!

YOU CANNOT HAVE MY PAIN!!!!!

"I KILLED THOSE CHILDREN. I BURNED THE PEOPLE OF RATHALAS!"

oh my god I have GOOSEBUMPS AGAIN

truly one of the most cathartic reading experiences I've had. The investment of 3000+ pages was worth it for that moment, and I mean that sincerely. It was that good

(Side note when Adolin's sword spren with her clawed out eyes attacked that one Fused I was overcome with emotion. What was her name? Maya? I think? that was a great scene too)

yo. SZETH. Brandon Sanderson you brilliant bastard. You did it. You gave us Szeth. Yes. YES. He's chosen to swear and oath to DALINAR. My man DK just be picking up bitches left and right to do his bidding. Kaladin, Lift, Szeth, Rial, Kmakl.

Lift was amazing. Her parts were so much FUN and the atmosphere shift to her personality was so welcome and uplifting and funny when it happened.

Jasnah's moment with Renarin was beautiful. "You are my cousin. Family, Renarin! Hold my hand. Run with me." SO SO SO SO GOOD Jasnah you are a legend you are THE MOMENT

Venli's Timbre pulsing to Victory as he has the Voidspren of her gemheart at knifepoint lmao (Im so glad she's a Radiant now, can't wait to see if she is developed more)

I feel like I have more thoughts (there was so much lore in his book but I'm not sure I have the energy to dissect it rn) but it's 7:22am and I haven't slept so im sorry if this post was unstable

good night lovelies

*sits up violently* wtf is up with sja-anat bro

ok *passes out*

*sits up again with eye mask on* yo Tangerine is gunna be a fucking problem and wtf Renarin has a corrupted spren right??

*wakes up and crawls on top of table, swaying with exhaustion*

I LOVE DALINAR KHOLIN A LOT OK I HAVE STRUGGLED SINCE MY MOM DIED IN GRASPING THAT DESPITE YOUR PAST YOU CAN CHANGE AND ITS POSSIBLE TO UNDERSTAND THE BEAUTY OF LIFE MORE AFTER YOU'VE EXPERIENCED THE PAIN OF LOSING SOMEONE YOU LOVE BECAUSE THEY CAN NO LONGER EXPERIENCE IT WITH YOU

AND THAT GRIEF ISN'T FATAL BUT SOMETIMES IT FEELS LIKE IT COULD BE BUT IF YOU CAN FIND A WAY TO PUSH THROUGH THE PAIN OF GUILT AND REGRET IT CAN ACTUALLY MORPH YOU INTO A BETTER PERSON IF YOU LET IT

[reallychaoticwoo]

Hi, again babe!! Idk if you write for individual characters, but would you be down to Mingi being jealous / possessive over reader?? Sometimes like reader talk to a man being friendly and he’s seething. Do it as long or as short as you’d like. Love you💕💕

YESSSSSSSS!!! I liiiveee for possessive and for Mingi 🫣 don't come at me lol.

Pairing: Mingi x reader (duh)

Warnings: MDNI!!! 18+ ONLY!! Possesive bf mingi, slight degrading (Mingi calls yn a slut), lottsss of cussing (sorry, not sorry 🤷🏻‍♀️), rough sex, hair pulling, squirting, I thinkkk that's it? As always let me know if I missed something 🖤

Mingi has always been a bit possessive. So, of course, it wasn't any different when it came to you, HIS girlfriend. You'd been dating for some months now, and you'd grown accustomed to his displays of possession. His hand wrapped tightly around your waist every time the two of you went out together. Him slowly leaving more and more of his items and clothes at your apartment. Oh, and your favorite, the necklace, he got you with his name on it, practically begging you to never take it off. And you didn't. To be quite honest, you love that he wanted to claim you. He'd let the whole world know you were his, and he was yours. Not that this didn't come with some downfalls, but it was never something you two couldn't move past.

-

Tonight, you'd be meeting all of his roommates. The only girl in a house full of 8 men. You'd questioned if he'd thought this through or not, but he seemed so excited to have you meet the people he considered family that you just went with it. Pulling up to the rather large house, you did a quick once over to make sure you looked presentable. Something Mingi definitely took note of. However, you quickly reassured him that you just wanted to make sure you looked goof for him, like someone he could be proud to call his.

Walking into the foyer, you looked around, shocked by how clean the place was. It was honestly a gorgeous house, and you definitely couldn't tell there were 8 men living there.

"So you must be y/n, Mingi has told us so much about you. I'm Seonghwa." He introduced himself smiling politely.

"It's nice to meet you too. Thanks for being okay with me coming over tonight." You shook his hand and smiled back.

"Woah Mingi, I think you may have left out some important information about your girl!" A loud voice said, coming from around the corner and into view. A shorter man with half blonde half black hair and a huge grin on his face.

Mingi clenched his jaw, "And what might that be Woo?".

"Uh, she's fucking hot?!" The shorter of the men said eyeing you up and down before shooting you a playful wink.

And with that, Mingi had his arm around your waist, pulling you as close to his as humanly possible. "Yeah, she is. And she's mine so keep your fucking winks to yourself." He was already getting pissed.

-

You'd eventually made it to the living room where everyone was sitting on the large sectional or leaning against it on the floor. Some playing games on the TV, a few scrolling on their phones, one seemingly only focused on his laptop with headphones on. Mingi had sat you on his lap to avoid anyone getting too close to you. Wooyoung, however, didn't seem to care that you were sitting on your boyfriends lap. Walking up behind the couch and throwing his arms around yours and Mingi's shoulders.

"So is this why it took you so long to bring her over, Min? Afraid one of us might take her away from you?" Wooyoung chuckled, big cheshire grin across his face. You blushed a little at the compliment, and oh boy, did Mingi catch onto that. His hands tightened on your waist. Wooyoung leaned in a little closer to your face, "You know, Mingi probably didn't say anything because he doesn't even realize how fucking hot you actually are. You deserve to be reminded constantly, shown off, not kept a secret". He shot a devilish glare at mingi. Your crossed your legs and gulped a bit flustered, and even more nervous.

Mingi had enough. "Fuck this, y/n get up now." He stood up so fast you almost fell from being lunged off his lap. He caught you by the wrist and started dragging you down the hall to his room.

"Mingi what the hell?? Where are we going? What are you doing?" You asked him trying to understand even remotely what was going through his brain right now.

"Oh don't act so fucking innocent princess, don't think I didn't catch you crossing your legs at his words. Or the way he had you blushing earlier when he called you hot." Mingi was seething. He will be damned if another man gets your attention. And he's about to remind you that you're his and only his. He's going to remind you how you don't need or want anyone but him.

-

As soon as you two were in his room he slammed the door locking it behind him. His eyes dark and his expression somewhere between pissed and sinister. "Take it off." It wasn't a request it was a demand.

Fuck you loved this side of him so much. You knew he was about to make sure everyone in this house had no questions as to who you belonged to. And you knew he was about to ruin you in the absolute BEST way. Stripping down to absolutely nothing Mingi pushed you against the door pressing his lips against yours hungrily. He wasted no time pulling off his belt and dropping his pants. Immediately grabbing your ass and holding you firmly in the air as he lined the tip of his cock with your already drenched hole. With one swift motion he bucked up into you, fully submerging himself. You lifted your hand to cover your mouth but he caught it in his before holding your hands above your head. "Don't you dare try and be fucking quiet. I want you to scream so loud the whole fucking block will know who you belong to." He was basically growling in your ear. Fucking up into you relentlessly, biting and sucking your neck harshly leaving a trail of marks down to your collar bone. "F-fuck.. Fuck Mingi...ahhhh" You whined, your legs starting to shake as the pressure in your stomach started to build faster than it ever had before. Mingi started to slow down before placing you back on the ground. "Mingi... please.. please more.. don't stop" You begged and whined but he just spun your body around to face the door. "Hands on the door, spread your fucking legs. You want to act like a little slut, getting all flustered from fucking Wooyoung. You're going to get fucked like a slut and the whole fucking house is going to hear you." You shivered at his words, quickly following directs. And he was right back in you pushing your back down to bend you forward further. "Keep your fucking hands on the door, I want everyone to hear how hard my little slut takes me. I, urgh- I want Wooyoung to hear how fucking -ah - how fucking drunk you get off MY dick", he was ramming into you mercilessly. Hitting so deep he wrapped his hand around to your stomach, "you feel that princess? You think any of them could fuck you this good? Could rearrange your guts and make you scream like I can?" He pulled your hair making you straighten slightly. Keeping your hands on the door you tried to shake your head but his grip on your hair was too tight. "I asked you a fucking question. I expect words y/n" He punctuated with a painstakingly deep thrust causing you to fall forward letting out a scream. "No" You said breathlessly through blissful sobs. "No, what?" He asked, another deep thrust. "No, no one -aaahhhhh- fuck- no one can fuck me like you baby- fuuucccckk - I'm so close". You were a crying whiney mess. "Don't you fucking come till I tell you to come baby, now be a good girl and tell me who's fucking pussy this is"

"Yours - fuck - it's yours Mingi, all yours. Please, please" You were begging to let go. You needed it, you were falling apart barely holding yourself up, your legs giving out.

Mingi not letting up for even a second pulled your hair back again, the door slamming with each and every thrust he's giving you. "Louder baby girl, fuck, say it louder".

"FUUUCCCKKK MINGI - MY PUSSY IS ALL YOURS- ONLY YOURS!!"

"Good girl, now come for me baby. Let me feel you loose yourself on my dick."

You let out a glass shattering gutteral scream, Mingis name the last sound to leave your lips, shaking uncontrollably, your vision white, and your release, everywhere. Mingi carried you ti the bed laying you down until you could regain some form of consciousness. Grabbing you a water from his mini fridge, he pulled his pants back up and sat on the bed next to you.

Once you came back to you smiled faintly, "I should have you get jealous more often. That was sooooo fucking good." A breathy chuckle leaving you as you propped yourself up to take a sip of the water.

"I don't think that's a good idea baby, but I'm happy to fuck you however you like, whenever you want." He said grinning, placing kisses your your forehead and cheeks.

"Now, let's go make an appearance to make sure they got the point." He said pulling you up into his arms once again, your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands firmly on your ass.

-

Sitting down on the couch pulling you into his lap again, he glared around the room, making sure to lock eyes with Wooyoung. Pulling you in closer to his chest, he gave the younger man the biggest shit eating grin before placing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "MY beautiful princess." He said, resting his head on yours.

** As always, this is purely fictional! This doesn't not represent the idol in any way, shape, or form. **

**Not really proofread, so please don't come for me. 🖤 Thank you as always for your support and I really hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

[aevyk-ing]

Watching the making of Wish

-Patting their backs for reusing animation as an homage. Like yeah, it’s nice, there’s work behind that, but it’s the way they say it, like: “We’ve worked hard! Trust us!” We know animation is hard and the problem with Wish was never the animation.

-I didn’t know Sabino was based on Roger from The Aristocats. I love Roger, he’s delightful. Poor Sabino just looks bland in comparison.

-They say Asha has her good and bad traits (which isn’t true) and is so brave to go against what she has believed her whole life. I've seen that done way better and with actually compelling characters.

-“She has to balance being a good friend and family member to speaking the truth and I think we can all relate to that” Well… nope. All those things can be different things. And both your friends and family should help you or at least listen to you.

-Saying that the “I want” song explains how the character is, like… duh.

-Well, yes, Ariana DeBose did great with what she was given.

-So Asha has freckles because some people of North Africa and Southern Spain have freckles… what? Any skin color can have freckles. And I can’t talk about North African people but Andalusian aren’t quite freckled (yes, that’s the name of Southern Spain). Also, I never saw her as mixed. She totally follows more of her mother’s culture. That’s why I don’t like her calling her father’s father saba. Her mother’s father would be her saba and her father’s father her abuelo.

-I love Bill Schwab’s designs, he’s a great artist. But he was only told Asha’s age, race and height. Which yeah, it’s important, but for designing a character you should think about their personality too, because that also translates into their features, hairstyle, clothes and mannerisms. We still don’t know anything about Asha. Is she shy? Likes comfy clothes? No, wait, she’s adorkable.

-They talk about Disney Princess gowns using elements from the current period where they were made (something quite interesting) but they just put the Modern twist in Asha’s hairstyle. Like, what were you afraid of?

-Maybe I’m reading too much into this, but Schwab’s just did his job with a model sheet and that was the ONLY reference they had for animating Asha for a while. Then one of them used his daughter as inspiration and then Ariana came with lots of ideas. They didn’t know how Asha moved for the longest time! Their lead character!

-They say Asha is pure energy, which is… somehow correct? Like she’s just awkward and making those weird moves and trying to be cute and funny. The movie is done and nobody knows yet who the heck is Asha as a character.

-Apparently, Asha has details of pumpkin seeds all over her clothes and she’s wearing periwinkle because of the idea of making her THE Fairy Godmother. I still think she looks better in orange.

-Seeing the voice acting outtakes was good. But now I wish the Bland Dwarfs looked more like the actors. All of them have interesting features that could have been implemented in the designs instead of making them clones of the Encanto family and the mother from Strange World.

-The first deleted scene is after Sabino retrieves his wish and he sings a song. I would have put it in the end as a farewell song with everyone joining it.

-"The Wish equation" is to have a true wish, be responsible of it and… finding support? Fight for it? Exclude fear? Accept change? What are we even talking about? A dream career?

-They say the FG gave Cinderella the dress but couldn’t make the Prince fall in love with her, so she was supporting her! Like… Cinderella just wanted to go to the ball. BAM, there you go, a new dress, WISH GRANTED. Cinderella’s wish wasn’t to make the Prince fall in love with her, she didn’t even know him yet!

-“Music happens when you’re too overwhelmed with emotion.” This clip plays AFTER a snippet of "Welcome to Rosas". I guess Asha was too overwhelmed with being late. That shouldn’t have been a song, she should have told us about Rosas in the book opening.

-They wanted it to be like a fairytale and then hired a pop composer. Like the director says she grew up with the Disney Renaissance Era. Which used Broadway music!

-They talked about this earlier but “This wish” was the song that helped them write the movie, just like "Let it go" made them rewrite Frozen. So you can tell they didn’t have much to work on, maybe an idea: “Hey, just do a fairytale about wishes for our anniversary.”

-The songwriter was so overwhelmed with the commission she had to reach a friend to help her.  Maybe because nobody actually knew what the movie was about? But hey, she’s the youngest to ever write a Disney OST.

-You know? The more I hear “This wish” the more I’m sure it’s the best song of the entire soundtrack.

-Hey, I know that guy in the archive! I’ve seen this clip before!

-I’m just hearing they didn’t know what the heck to do and dived into the archive for inspiration. I like the idea that they studied the greatest artists for some scenes, but sadly, all that is lost in the movie. They scenes are too short to appreciate the animation, but A+ for effort.

-They thought doing a fairytale illustration style was difficult to do… in 3D. Just don’t do it in 3D! Also, I don’t think it’s that difficult, Blue Eyed Samurai did something great.

-The composition is interesting and the backgrounds too, but the characters look quite bad.

-The illustration style led to the backgrounds (and everything) being in focus, which I think it also makes the movie look weird. Look at any old painting: the background is less detailed than the main focus (less brush strokes). They could have gone that direction. The backgrounds of Wish are too detailed a lot of the times and always in focus, so it’s distracting.

-BTW, most of this is: “We did this like in this movie, that like in that movie…” but, what’s original? What makes Wish its own movie?

-They talk about lines like lineart in animation, which we’ve seen it masterfully in Spiderman. But here is so subdued it doesn’t add anything.

-“Wouldn’t it be great to have a warmer climate than the one we’re used in fairytales?” Yeah, because there’s snow in Encanto and Hercules. Also, nothing tells us that’s a warmer climate. Google “Andalusia”, please. There’s flowers in bright colors everywhere, white houses, narrow streets and people, just a lot of loud and happy people. That’s Southern Spain for you all.

-At least with Frozen we CAN TELL it’s Norway. Here, there’s nothing that says SPAIN. Give us people eating serrano ham or tortillas, maybe put a bull around there, have them drink wine from botijos and play guitars!

-Again with the “this was based on this”. Rosas was inspired by The Sleeping Beauty: Germany and France. That’s a whole different architectural design! There’s no verticality as main focus in Mozarab architecture, is all about curves.

-“So it’s your fault.” Yeah, that doesn’t sound fun. I have the feeling you’re not telling a lot of things.

-You know, another Fantasia would have been great. Maybe one with all the Disney characters.

-This is now about the story of Disney, so yeah, padding. Also, way to use “At all costs” in the background. We don’t want to remember what you’ve done in the past, we just want you to tell a good story again.

-This should have been the beginning, the “wish upon a star” that put Wish in motion.

-It was going to be about the origin of the wishing star?

-“Return of Disney villain” Hahahahahahah…

-They didn’t know how bad Magnífico could be and made him do mean stuff like smashing Sabino’s guitar (they called it a guitar here).

-Also, apparently he was going to be shirtless in a scene. Like, you know, a Disney villain.

-We don’t watch him BECOME a villain, we watch a magic book CONTROL him!

-“With "This is the thanks I get" I was like, oh, yeah, we have a narcissist.”, so they didn’t know anything about Magnífico until the song was written! That’s why he doesn’t act like a narcissist much until that song and why the mirror ending felt rushed.

-“When Chris Pine came in I was like: that’s it, that’s the character.” Because they didn’t even had designed it? Like, that’s literally him!

-He did give it all to that song.

-Magnífico was an alchemist?

-“We didn’t want people to know he was evil right away.” Every poster and article: “Disney’s new villain, everybody!”.

-“Makes him more dangerous the quieter he is.” Magnífico in the end battle: eyes fully open, screaming, laughing.

-Oh, Star, here we go. He was going to be pure energy as well… just like Asha! Yeah, we were robbed. BTW, he’s not like Genie or Maui. Maui and Genie aren’t even the same!

-He could have been a fantastic creature as well. And all those designs look crazily fun. But also that’s the kind of exploration you do at the beginning of the production, not in the middle. Unless someone meddles…

-Someone went out to design different sparkles for Star but I could only see it being adorkable. Focused on the face so the sparkles weren’t even noticeable.

-“…they put their personality on it (Star)” Yeah, because none of these characters had any personality… nor have it now that the movie is done.

-People being made of stardust is one of the most beautiful scientific facts. “You are a star” is the worst song in the movie. No wonder it took so long to write.

-Nope, Doc was a leader. Dalia is just there… talking. Of course she’s a way to get the medal of  “we put a disabled character” but at least she has more personality than Asha.

-BTW, just saw the Story Artist wearing a pin with a Pride flag in the shape of a Mickey.

-“She’s just a young woman, going with her life.” “And succeeding.” Yeah, representation is good, but it’s better if you’re not talking about how good you are for doing it.

-Also, we have mixed-race representation, older people with dreams representation, etc. but hey, that girl has a crutch, we’re cool.

-“Animals in Disney have to be smarter than people.” Why? Just why? And also, Valentino is no way smarter than any of the other characters. So why say that?

-“(Alan Tudyk) He pretty much made the whole character.” Yeah, because it looks like nobody had any idea of how these characters were.

-“Inspiration can came from anywhere.” You just COPY-PASTED the ideas of others.

-“Everybody has seen me crying in the studio.” For a good or bad reason?

-Ending with a Walt quote proclaiming they always do their best job… huh…

-“It served the story better to have Amaya as a good person.” Yeah, nope. It made no sense for her to switch sides so easily.

-Sabino dying would have been such a strong way to start the story. Him stealing Asha’s diary… yep, not good.

-Reinforcing my theory that Disney wanted to move away from shapeshifters after the Nimona fiasco.

-Looks like they gave the chaotic energy Star was going to have to Valentino.

-Making any other animal talking surely was a mistake. What’s with the sassiness?

-Dalia wasn’t called like that?! BTW, the writers were so proud of her clutch not being mentioned but, in the deleted scene, it’s the first thing they do. Twice.

-“When you’re underestimated, they don’t see your power coming until it changes the world.” Whoa, just whoa. Disney writers, everybody.

-LOL, the deleted scene with the animals is so bad. But Magnífico was going to transform into a Beast, so… kinda interesting?

Here's the link, BTW.

And congratulations if you read this all. If you're interested, here are my own Wish rewrites: 1, 2.

[chippedshake]

okay okay okay I know I said I would wait until I finish the book again until I made this post but, um. no.

also I can always make a more comprehensive one later

So. Idk how people generally analyse Tex (something I should look into probably), but I feel like a major theme is how interpersonal relationships tie into identity and the way people live? exist? are? in general.

Mainly through using Tex and Mason as foil characters, you can really see how this plays out.

First you have the horses. Now, there's the obvious aspect of Mason selling them, putting himself and Tex over the horses in importance (which, I mean, duh), but there's also something Tex mentions towards the beginning of the book, which is that Mason never treated Red like a human. Tex treated Negrito like a person, and in turn felt like it was a mutual relationship. Mason, on the other hand treated Red like a horse, kinda like you'd expect someone to.

Which is why this perspective is so interesting, because you have Tex, who is maybe too empathetic, too emotional, feeling like horses can respond to you like a human can, and you get into the idea of Mason maybe being ignorant or cold in the way he interacts with them.

Then there's the fact that it's mentioned off-handedly that Mason was dating a girl who was named Laurie (I think?) but they broke it off because she wanted to get married. And we get no description of Mason's emotions. Yes, Tex is the narrator, but he's fairly good at reading people and is emotionally intelligent. Unlike with Ponyboy, you can't explain away a character seemingly not expressing the feelings they should logically be having by saying "oh, well he just didn't notice" because he would. Mason seems almost unaffected by the fact that he and his girlfriend broke up and while, yes, he doesn't want to settle down, that doesn't mean he doesn't feel anything towards people.

And then you have Tex and Jamie. They weren't all that serious, but when they break up, Tex seems to take it really strongly. (I just noticed the Tex-Jamie / Mason-Laurie parallelism and I'm definitely gonna do a post about that soon). He gets attached to people really easily, so if they leave him, it hurts him all the more.

But the story is about Tex progressively losing everyone he cares about.

Mason sells Negrito and Red, Mason isn't friends with Lem anymore, Johnny gets into a fight with him, Jamie and him break up, and then the drop that made the cup overflow (idk how to translate that from spanish) is that apparently he isn't Pop's son.

And right after that, he almost dies.

I don't think that's a coincidence.

ALSO. When he's getting better, he gets a bunch of visits from people who care about him. He finds out Mason broke every single part of his facade out of worry. He finds out Jamie came to visit him. Johnny and him had already made up but Johnny doesn't seem mad that he's dating Jamie anymore. Even Cole seems to begrudgingly tolerate him.

Tex's identity is almost entirely built on other people. He's a horse rider and Mason's little brother and Johnny's best friend and Pop's son and Jamie's boyfriend. So when those connections fail, he doesn't know what to do with himself. In a way, he does die because he needs to build himself back up, he need to make a person where there used to just be relationships. Which isn't to say he can't have relationships, because that's the stance Mason kinda takes, but he need to grow to be independent from them and yeah.

That's all I have for now. But wow. I'm going to spend so much time obsessing over this book.

[animation-is-my-jam]

I love TJ and Johnson together, sm! I want to know more about them from the FUTURE AU. Are they married? Did they adopt kids? How were they as teenagers?

Hey, thank you for the ask :)

And yes, big TJ and Johnson fan here. Of course, in Future AU, they're pretty important, my sons. I actually have a Tumblr post going over some headcanons about them as teenagers that is very applicable to Future AU. And their designs are also somewhere (and these ones that are like two years old i need to update them). But beyond the teenage years and the first saga of Future AU. Yes, they're still together. Idc if it's unrealistic, they're in love. After college, I can see them going to the immediate marriage route where they just spend time being dumb, young, and married, crashing on Rex's couch. They kinda get their juvenile lives together at some point, and actually grow up a bit and take adulthood seriously (which, heh, based on the trauma I put them through as teens its not surprising they're a bit stunted and nihilistic on responsibility). After some time, being proper adults, they do decide to adopt after liking taking care of Tobey and Becky's first kid for some babysitting. And then they adopt...and then adopt...and adopt again. Basically, they have a lot of kids. TJ and Johnson love them a lot whole lot, but their family is very chaotic. Out of the entire Botsford (plus others) family, their kids are the most likely to cause mischief (Looks at the tobecky gremlins), and that's saying something. TJ and Johnson are lax with their parenting, but they are very warm and attentive dad's, like their kids are their whole lives and will always try to encourage each of them to find themselves. Or at least make sure not to flood the city.

TJ is the more relaxed, terribly comedic, rambunctious dad. And Johnson is the responsible, panicked, and gushy dad. Overall, Johnson is still pretty airheaded and soft-spoken, but when you have six devious kids, he won't hesitate to be scary sometimes to get them in line. He's always been the organizer./lh

And yeah, before I forget the kids' names and stuff for reminder:

-Kuzo (the oldest. Inspiring humanitarian but soft side for robots, shh don't tell his other revolutionary friends. Best friend of his cousin Tori)

-Jackie and Frankie (the twins, they both have shapshifting powers. Jackie can be any object they touch. While Frankie can be anyone they touch. Best troublemakers in Fair City. They switch genders weekly.)

-Hannah (Middle child. Sports gal and lover of anything with achievement. The kid who wants to stay out of trouble the most.)

-MacKenzie (second youngest. The little princess of the family. The ballerina kid who is definitely not a little controlling and spoiled. Obviously, she gets along best with cousin Luis. Won't hesitate to fuss).

-Joey (Youngest. The baby of the family. Unexplainable powers and was taken in through mysterious circumstances. Has a Kodiak guardian bear always with them, which everyone is chill with. Duh.)

So yeah, uh, I guess the bear is also part of the family.

[vcnomhq]

「  ₊  ☆  ﾟ  kim jaeyoung,  he / him, cis  male 」  INCOMING  TEXT: omg  hv  u  met  JISUNG SEOL  of  the  NARIZA BOIS  yet  ?  they’re  one  of  the  crew’s  import models  n  actually  go  by  VENOM.  the  thirty  y/o  is  typically  seen  hanging  arnd  turf's skate park.  allegedly  they’re  frm  seoul, south korea  n  hv  been  w/  the  crew  for  TWO YEARS.  wtvr.  just  watch  out  for  them,  k  ?  ttyl  ! 

name : jisung seol nickname (s) : sungi alias : venom age : thirty birthday : 07/28 zodiac : leo gender & prns : cis man & he / him hometown : seoul, south korea hair color : dark brown orientation : bisexual / biromantic eye color : dark brown markings / scars : a whole lot tbh ... that man is stupid & provocative ( but never anything visible, gotta keep his job locked in y'know ) body mods : n / a occupation : model ( certified pretty boi ) crew : nariza bois

HCS :

jisung keeps his private life ( aka the life before becoming a part of the nariza bois ) away from the public eye ... everyone look hes being mysterious !!! but imma tell ya'll a bit about him psht

• he grew up with two younger sisters, who he loves more than anything in the entire world, well ... aside from himself ofc

• he actually gathers all the money he earns for them

• he's colorblind, but his ego is too big to admit to that ( he SWEARS red is his favorite color, but trust he can't point at it if asked )

• he's been a model for majority of his life, even back in korea

• he LOVES to skate. hence why he's always seen at the skate park ( he's also v good at it, but lowkey tho )

• he's publicly known for scrapping with at least two of his former managers before ... that's also why no agency wants to take him up anymore ( except for the race car magazines ofc <3 )

• he's a lil shit tbh ... he's a charming fella but smart mouth and violent tendencies be damned, he winds himself up in a lot of confrontation

TW : CAR CRASH

• he HATES fast cars ( ... ironic, isn't it ) seeing how both his parents died in a car crash when he was seventeen, leaving him to take care of his two sisters

• this man doesn't even own a driving licence

• but he knows SO much about cars, theoretically. so yeah, he's morbidly obsessed with the thing that he fears the most

• also because I'm down bad for this trope, deep down jisung is a v v timid boy, who covers up real emotions by being loud and pretty ( he's a leo fr )

WC :

+ ex ride or die . they were once inseparable, tied at the hip, never seen one without the other. then jisung got around to his first round of modelling jobs and what do u do when glitz an' glam calls ur name ?? u ditch one another ... duh ??? this is totally up to brainstorm . this could've been a onesided decision or maybe both sides just kind of ... let it fade out (maybe ur muse also pursued sumsum that wasn't compatible anymore). jisung would've totally ditched them in order to not drag them down with him seeing how much his new lifestyle would change him/their dynamic (lyric inspo: "am I too damaged for you, after everything we've went through. if you go, I won't stop you ... you're not damaged like me") + how about ... someone who gets a taste of his, dare I say, caring side - a certain someone who he adores past the point of caring about his reputation + also someone who keeps him in check, ride or die ... not quite partners in crime but yes also that + since this man rarely takes anything serious + is a HUGE flirt, flings or flirts would be welcomed + also ... someone pls clock him in the jaw. give him an arch enemy, maybe even petty hatred that's not violent but just annoying + I'd love someone that's either gotten or gets under his skin - think : obsessed but kinda lowkey cause sung got a reputation to loose .. it was supposed to be a fling but now jisung thinks about them while watching elder couples at the park. ??? help him ?? (could v well be unrequited cause god help him if he cares and then gets his heart shattered in a billion pieces !!!! ) + but also … maybe the other way around cause sung would be stupid to not rlly notice feelings beyond flings and smooches, think of the tension the possibilities the craving

songs that i'd lovelove to have connections based on :

;; mary on a cross - ghost ( "your beauty never ever scared me" like c'mon ! ! ! ) ;; rain - sleep token ( "just a stoic statue fit for nobody (..) but i finally think i can say that the vicious cycle was over the moment you smiled at me / and just like the rain you cast the dust into nothing & wash out the salt from my hands" HEAVY ON THIS ONE U GUYS ! ! ! ) ;; angels like you - miley cyrus ( "it's not your fault i ruin everything & it's not your fault i can't be what you need 'cause angels like you can't fly down hell with me" ! ! ! ) ;; i would die for you - in this moment ( "and i know what i say i will not be thrown away i'd risk it all for you . . . i'd die for you" ) ;; figure you out - voilá ( "i could love you with my eyes closed kiss you with a blindfold i might hold you with my hands tied show you i'm the right guy to figure you out" ! ! ! )

[bimbo-travel-blog]

oink oink day 2 was like so nice and relaxing but im starving and sweaty this morning and im like so turned on and its hard to think....i forgot what the pretty lady said to expect on day 3? oink

(Warning: Slob Content)

It is hard to think huh? Yeah! Totally! That’s why they made men and mistresses! Duh!

Well it’s twelve and you’ve been alternating between sleeping and masturbating for the last fourteen hours. That’s good piggy, that’s good. Yer gonna have a since stank and sheen to you when your master arrives! The attendant? Yeah, just easier to call him master, shorter word you know? Fun fact, it’s easier to just call all men master. That way you don’t gotta learn names or like really even consider what their role in your life is. Really cuts down on brain burden.

Anywho, Master’s gonna walk through that door in a few moments. Might be the same guy as last time, might be different, I don’t fuckin’ know, they just werk there it’s not like they’re marrying you. No knock this time. You might squeal in surprise as he walks in. Yer probably sill naked, probably sill have that rubber dick in your snatch. That’s okay. (Piggies don’t get privacy, or a place of their own, everyone gets to watch them fuck and groan.) The buzzing in your ears is back, well it never stopped, but you hardly notice it anymore. You feel your heart beat rapidly stabilize, and your panic shrivel. You can’t really think of what do do (Oink) so you just sit there confused (oink) as he comes closer. (Oink)

“Snnrk?” You snort at him dumbly as he comes up to you. Her squeezes your breasts, and inspects the new fat deposits on your body. He runs his fingers along your upturned and piggish nose. (Piggies like to be handled. Piggy is a piece of meat. Boys and girls can poke and prod and piggy girls will think it’s neat.)

“It’s time you eat.” He says after your examination.

You moan, and feel the dildo slide out of you wetly. Is the thought of lunch really turning you on? Probably yeah. (Being hungry makes you horny. Eating makes you horny. Being full makes you horny.) master leaves, and you’re a good piggy so you follow. Maybe you think to throw some panties over your leaking cooch, or to wrap yourself up in a sweaty blankets, but there’s no way you get fully dressed? What would even fit? Just that dildo lol, and it wears you!

Go on piggy, run after master. (It’d be better to crawl. Tomorrow you’ll crawl. You want to crawl.) you walk in silence behind him, you try to think of small talk, but your head is so full of static. Did you use to have thoughts bouncing around this head? You’ve been thinking in static so long it’s hard to remember. Remember how horny you are? Who could forget? Not you! Not your hungry pussy! Not that sodden stretched out pair of panties flossing your ass and cunt lips. That must be more important than whatever it is you forgot.

You can touch, they don’t care. Heck some of the other piggies, I mean guests have cum leaking down there thighs. Ooohbthat could be you, isn’t that exciting? That’s right find that porky little clit and give it a rub. See how everyone smiles when you do? Good pig.

It’s lunch, you feel your heart beat with anticipation. Like when you see your lover coming for you. Only it’s master with a platter of food. So hot. There’s no point pretending it’s not. You’re about to eat, and it’s going to feel sooooooo good.

The plates are put before you. There’s more than there was yesterday, and you dig in!

Yuuuuum. The static in your brain is like a snow storm when you eat.(Eat. Fuck. Sex. Horny. Oink. Good. More. More. More!) You’re fitting in mouthfuls of morsels between grateful moans. You’re barely bothering with utensils, they’re only good for herding the food on your plate into your mouth, and that’s when you’re not licking your plate clean. (Piggies have no manners. Piggies are slave to their hungers.) your mouth is rimmed with sauce, but if food fall into your tits and belly. You wipe your mouth off on the back of your hand and wait impatiently for the next plate to get move towards you.

You hear oinks of pleasure only this time they’re not from your headphones. They’re from you and the other pigs in the dining hall. It’s strange but the static doesn’t really let you think about it. (Oink, squeal, groan cum, piggy girls are super dumb.) “G-Good.” You groan definitely as you tip the contents of a plate over into your mouth.

Master’s hands are on you. A different one than the guy getting you food, but they’re all master. He’s massaging your gut, just like yesterday. “Noooo.” You groan as you feel a gas bubble rise up your throat. “Buuuurp.” (Good piggy. No class just gas.) a few pigs around the hall look at you with contempt, gravy dripping from newly born double chins. “Sawrry-re-re!” You squeal, then decide it’s safer not to trust your body at all, and to just stuff your face hole.

It feels so good. Each morsel, each mouthful. It’s like some big strong farm boy is massaging your clit, or your brain. It’s hard to say, but each bite is pleasure. Each bit of space in your stomach filled in pleasure. The Bambi Chow is pumping feel good drugs through your body and you could just about cum. A few girls do, so we would be surprised if you joined them, forks in hand, face muzzled with food, faces raised to they sky as their bodies joyfully convulse with the pleasure of a pure piggy orgasm.

You have to be led away from the table. No matter how full you get your brain just keeps asking for (more more more more more more more) more.

Your next class is primal screaming outside in the garden. You’re there with a whole group of most naked, miserable looking women. They’re all rubbing their bellies just like you, newly stretch out guts, smeared with sauce and grease from their fingers. “That was good.” You groaned and fart as you sit next to another guest down in the dirt.

“Urrrp” she says in agreement, and rubs her pussy through a stained pair of panties.

A new master comes in and helps all you girls find your primal scream. Your headphones feed the sounds of squealing pigs into your ears, it just feels so natural to join them. Oddly enough the rest of your group joins in to. You’re all squealing like pigs by the end of the session, and it feels sooooo good. (Dirty piggies live in groups. Piggy girl loves her fat piggy friends.)

After you’ve all been squealed, and snorted, you’re herded into the showers. Some of the piggies express joy and finally getting clean, others dismay. You’re all stripped of what remains of your clothing, and moved into a communal shower. You’re all numbly uncomfortably. Being naked with the strangers is making you (hot, friendly, horny, happy, comfortable, natural, right.) feel okay. It’s not like you haven’t seen these pigs naked before.

The water comes on and there’s squealing all about. It’s cold, and you shiver. You worry about your headphones, but don’t. They’re waterproof. A group of master then comes in with sponges, and buckets of soap. They get to working cleaning the lot of you. It’s so dehumanizing the man barley even looks at you. He just grabs you and rubs you down with his soft sponge. His rubbing makes you realize how soft your arms and thighs have become. “That Bambi Chow really works!” You oink dumbly, as he works on you. (Good, right, true. Piggies are meat! Be treated like meat! Welcome touch. Crave touch, any touch. Good touch. Still horny, still needy. Piggy wanna cum.)

Once you’re shampooed he moves on to the next, and you’re left to shiver in the shower until everyone is done. There’s nothing to do but rub you porky little pussy and watch.

After that the herd is dressed in nice robes, and slippers, and taken to art class. “The paint is totally edible!” The skinny bimbo says happily as a few of your hungry friends dip their fingers in to find out. She looks so wrong, you think. (A piggy should be dumb and fat.) She’s not a pig, you realize. She’s a woman. (All women should be pigs) That’s what’s wrong with her. (That’s what was wrong with you, no so long ago.)

She brings out glasses of wine, and tells you all to paint what’s on your mind. A few of the girls just sit there dipping their hands into the tubs of edible paint, sucking their fingers dry. Their headphones look happy with them, if that makes any sense.

Those of you who can hold a paint brush, do your best. You can’t help but notice with a joy that makes your pussy blow raspberries that the themes are all… piggish. Either the girls are painting pigs. Some point at a pig they’ve painted and giggle happily “that’s me!” Other paint themselves, but with a snout, and tail. Others simple draw erotic scenes of fat women being fucked in the mud, or passed out in a food trough.

The ugly bimbo with the button nose and flat stomach has to take a few paintbrush out of your pussy at some point. It’s not your fault, you oink patheticly. The other pigs are just drawing such hot stuff…

What do you paint? Were you artistic before? It’s hard too remember l. You’re too relaxed to remember. You’re on vacation. You can remember all that human shit after your vacation. Totally.

Next thing you know, you and the other pigs, and being herded into a mud bath. You gasp excitedly, letting out a happy little fart as you and the other pigs run to the mud. Your heavier body feels so good in motion, so jiggly.

It’s even better covered in mud. You and the others, moan as you sink in. “I’m home!” You sigh, and lean in to kiss the nearest pig. She shorts in surprise at first but the taste of your tongue soon convinces her. You make out for a long time. You grope her soft body and smear it with mud, she does the same to you.

“I’m not gay.” She sighs, humping your muddy thigh.

“We’re just getting ourselves ready for the hogs.” You explain, exactly as your headphones explained to you, when you had the same complaints. They buzz happily, so proud of you. Your friend is happy with that excuse and bugs wildly against your thigh. “Good pig.” You sigh.

Similar scenes take place all around the pool. You didn’t realize how much better a mud bath could be with other pigs. You realize just how much was missing from them prior to all of this. The muddy orgy goes on for as long as you like. A master never steps in to pull you out. Instead one by one hunger will pull a pig out of the mud and bring her into the dining room next door, the smell is incredible. Soon there is a muddy trail leading there. A filthy pig sits are you own table, devouring everything in sight.

Maybe you linger in the mud until the end, or maybe your hunger calls you away early. It’s up to you, this is your vacation. The pig farm just wants to make sure you relax and have a good time. So play in the mud until you fall asleep, Orr eat yourself into a food coma.

Whatever makes piggy happy.

[alpaca-clouds]

Stockholm Syndrome is a misogynist myth

Okay, fuck. I feel just inclined to this properly now.

Because I really need y'all to understand that Stockholm Syndrome isn't real and never was. And worse than that: It is rooted deeply in misogyny - and in Freud (who was originally an important psychologist, but is just fully unscientific). And most research that has been done on the topic, is remarkebly unscientific.

Now, for everyone who does not know: Stockholm Syndrome is named after an incident that happened in Stockholm Syndrome in 1973. The very short version of it:

Guy gets out of prison, goes into a bank with an automatic gun and takes hostages to ask for money, an escape vehicle, and for a pal of his to be released from prison.

Pal gets released from prison and joins him in the bank together with the hostages - 4 women.

Over 6 days the police tries to "free" the women and apprehend the men. This does eventually succeed.

Over the course of them trying to apprehend the abductors, the hostages begged them to just let them go. In the aftermath some of the hostages spoke out against the police with some stern language.

So, what happened here?

Well, the psychologist who assisted the police came up with this thing he called Stockholm Syndrome to explain the women's behavior.

But what did the women say?

Well, to make it short: During the attempts to apprehend the captors and "free" the women, the police several times actively endangered the women. Both directly (by using guns in the room the women were held in) and indirectly (by ignoring threats of the captors to kill one or multiple of the women if the police did not do something). By that the hostages did rightfully perceive the police as just another aggressor and not really interested in their safety.

But of course, because we do not criticize the police, Bejerot, the police psychologist attending, came up with a different explanation. (CW: misogyny)

To break it down into normal people speech, what he is saying is: "If there is like a really hot captor, the weak female brain will misinterpret the tension of the kidnapping as arousal and therefore love, because women are dumb."

This shows a lot in the research that has been done ever since.

Yes, "Stockholm Syndrome" has been applied to a select few mixed gender hostage situations, specifically a few skyjackings and an incident in Moscow. However, most of the research focuses on two main groups of victims:

women (specifically white, abled women)

survivors of CSA, especially CSA through relatives and authority figures

When it comes to the second group, I do share the general outlook that many psychological researchers hold criticizing the use of Stockholm Syndrome: "What? Kids do have a bond to their relatives or teachers? They have this bond even when they get harmed/raped by them? Really? NO SHIT!" Like, yeah. Most CSA happens in situations where the abusers already forms a bond with the child, and then uses the bond to abuse the child. Yes, duh. There is a bond there, and the bond is very confusing for the child. That is a basic aspect of it. It is not Stockholm Syndrome in any way that Stockholm Syndrome is described.

The other group is women. Originally the term Stockholm Syndrome was used to describe a few specific cases, like the Stockholm case, but there were some other cases throughout the 70s, 80s and early 90s that got attributed to Stockholm Syndrome, in which one or multiple white women got kidnapped and ended up siding with their captors to different degrees. (Meaning: At least one of the women committed terrorism together with her captors, while some of the other women were just empathetic to their captors like: "The system fucked them over.")

However, since the 90s the term has been watered down even more being used on female survivors of abusive relationships. In fact, most modern "research" on the topic focuses on those survivors of abusive relationships. Which makes sense, because those happen more often than hostage situations.

But let's look at this. We know that abusers in relationships usually try to form a bond with their victim first and manipulate the victim into that bond, if not into an outright emotional dependency. Meanwhile the entire basis for Stockholm Syndrome is, that the attachment between "hostage" and "captor" is somehow paradoxical. But it is not paradoxical when the victim was manipulated into this attachment!

Or to put it differently: Stockholm Syndrome in those situations actually blames the victim for having that attachment - rather than admitting that it is something they have knowingly been manipulated into! It frames the "weak women" as stupid for having those attachments she was manipulated into.

And there is another big point that is brought up in criticism of the concept of Stockholm Syndrome: If you took any soldier who went through military training, you could absolutely diagnose them with Stockholm Syndrome as well. Because the way that the supposed Syndrome has described can be seen within them too, as military training will usually use abuse tactics as well to break them down into good little killing machines. And yet they will have a good relationship most of the time towards the generals and officers at the army, who did that abuse to them. Yet, nobody will ever claim that soldiers suffer from Stockholm Syndrome.

There is however also the other big aspect of it: Everything that is described as Stockholm Syndrome has other diagnosises and actually well proofen behavioral background, that can explain it - in a better way than "weak women brains think being held captive is kinda hot".

For one: PTSD, and especially CPTSD after traumatic relationships (no matter whether they are romantic, familiar or something else), are known for the complicated feelings that the victim has to the abuser. The current theory is just, that especially if the person has had a positive relation to the abuser before the abuse (like in many cases of CSA and intimate partner violence), the brain in general just struggles with the change in the relationship. So the brain struggles to reconsile the different impressions of the abuser. That is just a very standard basis of PTSD.

And the other one is Appeasement, which very much is a survival mechanism found in all mammels including humans. Basically: A mammel in a dangerous situation with some sort of perpetrator might in some cases, when fighting and fleeing is not an option, try to appease the attacker. It will go on and be like: "Look, I can totally be useful to you if you don't kill me." And we know that humans do this too. And other than Stockholm Syndrome Appeasement as a mechanism can actually be proven to exist and has been proven time and time again in studies that pass peer-review (other than most stuff on Stockholm Syndrome).

All of this also is the reason why 50 years after Stockholm Syndrome was postulated it still very much is not a valid diagnosis in the ICD.

So, yeah. Really... I know Stockholm Syndrome is super popular in context of popculture/media discussions. Like, almost every female character in dark romance gets diagnoses with Stockholm Syndrome by fandom - and a variety of other characters do as well. Hence the Belle picture above.

Look, if you say "they have Stockholm Syndrome" and actually look into what Stockholm Syndrome suggest, you are saying: "Their stupid brains cannot distinguish between fear and love". And I don't think most of you want to suggest that about some of the characters you suggest it about.

[slugtranslation-hypmic]

Not entirely Hypmic related, but I did get curious after thinking about it for the Buster Bros. I know that Japanese people tend to refer to each other on a last-name first basis if they're not particularly close, but when speaking to siblings, how would this work? Like "Yamada-kun" for example, could apply to all 3 brothers.

Yeah, you could call them all Yamada-san. I feel like it wouldn't be super confusing in practice because it's difficult to think of a situation where you'd be at "Yamada-san" level with all three of them.

See, name honorifics are one of a number of ways the speaker indicates what they feel about the listener--emotional closeness/distance, respect/admiration, paternalistic warmth--but everyone around the globe adjusts their speech to indicate this too. Japanese explicitly codifies it into language, but even if you speak nothing but English, you can find those same concepts in your ordinary life.

Let's pretend you're 17 and one of Jirou's classmates. How would you refer to Jirou? Well, how do you (or did you, if you--the person reading this--are no longer a teen) talk to your classmates compared to teenage strangers? You probably feel more comfortable with them, so your conversation takes on a more relaxed, casual tone than with a total stranger. Maybe you share inside jokes, use slang, use more contractions. In Japanese, you can do all of those things and also say "Jirou-kun" or "Yamada-kun" to show that emotional closeness. Ichirou, then, is your clasmmate's older brother. You probably don't know him very well. People, especially young people, tend to look up to or admire those who are older than them. If you've ever had a cool older friend, friend's older sibling, or friend of a sibling, maybe you wanted them to think you were cool too. You wouldn't use the same inside jokes as you would with a classmate, and you'd probably (at least subconsciously) be a bit more deferential. So, one of the ways you would express that in Japanese is through "Yamada-san" or "Ichirou-san." Saburou, on the other hand, is your classmate's little sibling. Kids and teens don't tend to respect little siblings or younger kids all that much. Not like there's anything wrong with them--they're just young! They lack the same experience you do. They say stupid things because they are yet to be 17 and, consequently, paragons of maturity and knowledge. Duh. Your language choice reflects these subconscious judgements. You might start speaking in a slightly higher pitch or be otherwise a little more patronizing (like, "Oh, you're on the chess club at school? And the science bowl? Wow, that's so cool! Good for you!" *exchanges a Knowing Look w/ Jirou over Saburou's head*). In Japanese, you might also say "Saburou-kun." Let's try another scenario. Let's say you're an unrelated adult facing all three of the Buster Bros. Maybe you're with the orphanage? Either way, you're an adult facing three kids you don't know very well. You can respect them as individuals, but you're still likely to treat them a little differently than you would treat adults. You might use simpler language, or you might be a little jokey or friendly to try to put them at ease. In Japanese, you could also express that like "Ichirou-kun," "Jirou-kun," and "Saburou-kun." (If this is present day Ichirou and you think of him as an adult, he'd probably be "Yamada-san.") Worst comes to worst and you truly are in a situation where all three take "Yamada-san," I feel like it'd be fine to use "oniisan" and "otouto-san" (big and little brother) to differentiate. Or simply use their full names. "Yamada Ichirou-san," "Yamada Jirou-san," etc. I could see that being appropriate for very formal contexts. Sorry for the wall of text, but I feel like there's an aura of mystique around Japanese, especially when it comes to respectful language and honorifics, and I consider it important to not feed into that or the idea that there's something unique or endemic about the mindsets of people who use Japanese. We're all just people! And while it's insulting to erase differences in cultures and personal circumstances, it's likewise dehumanizing to pretend that our communication methods lock us in or out of basic human feelings and experiences. Languages provide lenses to approach the world, and some languages cast a focus on or obscure different elements than others. Still, that doesn't change who we fundamentally are inside, and I consider it crucial to keep this in mind whenever translating or discussing language across spacial and cultural borders. That's why I like to break concepts down to the underlying ideas instead of locking them in one language or another. Hopefully this helps! :)

[heartsywritesthethings]

day 2 - "accidental"

Submitted by GA!anon

The first time was an accident. Truly. Reki had only been trying to help Langa get better footing on his board and placed both of his hands on Langa’s sides to keep him stable. 

And he felt his friend tense up in a way that he was all too familiar with. 

Being outrageously ticklish himself, Reki knew the tell-tale signs of someone who knows just how much danger they’re in if they let out so much as a squeak. 

The second time, Reki felt like he was trying a tad bit too hard to make it seem like an accident. They were hanging out with Joe, Cherry, Shadow, and Miya, all of them sitting around and eating before their big race. Cherry and Joe were arguing as per usual and Reki wanted to get Langa’s attention to get him to focus on a cool new skateboard trick he’d found online. So he poked his friend in the side and watched Langa jump almost a mile into the sky and choke on his half-eaten sandwich. It all very quickly dissolved into chaos as everyone in the group just watched Langa sputter and gasp for air without really knowing the cause of it. 

And Reki definitely noticed just how red Langa’s pale face had gotten too. 

And now…now he was alone with Langa in the middle of the store as they waited for their manager to return and give them a break to go to S. It was just the two of them on the most boring Saturday that Reki had ever experienced. They’d already tried listening to music, watching videos, but nothing  was…well, stimulating enough. And Reki just kept staring at Langa, knowing exactly how to entertain himself, but not sure how to begin. 

“Hey, Langa,” Reki started, trying to force himself to sound casual. He even leaned against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest. Super casually. 

“Reki,” Langa responded, not even looking up from his phone. 

“We’ve been friends a while, right?” Reki continued and pulled out his phone as if he too were looking at something far more important. 

“Yes,” Came Langa’s neutral response. 

“But we don’t really know a whole lot about each other aside from skating,” Reki sighed. “But there is a game that we could play to learn more about each other,”

Langa looked up from his phone finally and raised an eyebrow, obviously interested at this point. 

“It’s twenty questions. You have to answer yes or no and you have to tell the truth,” Reki demanded and leaned in closer to Langa excitedly. The Canadian, looking as unpreterbed as usual, just shrugged. 

“Do I get to ask you questions too?” Langa asked, tilting his head to the side in an annoyingly cute way. Reiki thought about it for a moment and nodded. 

“Yeah, sure, why not.” He said dismissively. “Okay, I go first. Um…” 

Can’t start off too strong.

“Do you wish your skateboard was another color?” Reki asked. 

“No. Are you bored, Reki?” Langa asked. Again, something about Langa saying his name sent a shock of electricity down Reki’s spine that he had to willfully ignore. 

“Yeah, duh. Do you have a favorite memory of moving here?” 

A smile tugged on the edges of Langa’s lips. 

“Yes. Are you good at keeping secrets?” Langa asked. Reki did actually have to think about that one. Of course, he wanted to immediately say yes, but sometimes…well, the only person he would ever tell would be Langa. 

“Yeah, I would say so,” Reki shifted a little, “Are you ticklish?”

The smile got a little strained on Langa’s face and his friend suddenly was very interested in his own ratty sneakers. 

“Is there another game that we can play? Maybe we can watch more trick videos,” Langa said evasively. 

Now, Reki watches cartoons and right now he felt as if two devilish cartoon horns forming on the top of his head. This was an in. 

“We were playing a game! Just answer the question!” Reki insisted and moved closer to his friend. Langa crossed his arms over his chest and stared down at the floor with more intensity. Reki ducked down and tried to catch his friend’s gaze. 

“Are you ticklish, Langa?” Reki asked, a teasing sing-song added to his voice. Langa’s lips pressed together. 

“Can I skip that question?” Langa grumbled. Reki smirked. 

“Sure,” He shrugged, “Where are you the most ticklish?” 

“Reki.”

“It’s a simple question, Langa,”

“I already told you that I don’t want to play this–” 

It was already too late. Reki lunged and grappled with his friend for only a moment before they were both on the hard floor of the skating store and Reki’s fingers wriggled over Langa’s sides. Langa tensed at first, his big blue eyes going wide, and then he dissolved into just the cutest fit of giggles that Reki had ever seen. Immediately, Langa curled up in on himself, trying weakly to bat away at Reki’s hands as he giggled away. 

“You should have answered the question Langa!” Reki laughed along with him. Those pesky hands fighting back were making it hard for him to target any spot in particular. That was tad annoying, but it was definitely fun trying to evade them as well. Instead of wiggling his fingers, he shifted gears into just poking randomly at different spots on Langa’s upper body to see what got the best reaction out of him. 

“Reheheheki!” Langa giggled and squeaked as a few key pokes found spots on his ribs that made him twitch. 

“And since you’re skipping out on answering my least question…where’s your most ticklish spot?” Reki said smugly as he continued to poke around Langa’s upper ribs. He wanted more squeaks, that was for sure. “Is it around here?” 

“Nohohoho!” Langa squeaked as Reki’s prodding fingers poked around his ribs some more. 

“No as in ‘please don’t tickle me there’ or ‘that’s not my most ticklish spot’?” Reki teased. He shifted gears again, this time making his hands into claws and digging around Langa’s sides and stomach since he couldn’t get good purchase around the rib area. That would have to wait for another time. Maybe if he told Shadow and some of the other older (and stronger) people in his group, he could get some help in taking Langa down. 

The claws seemed to be doing the trick though as laughter poured out of Langa’s mouth with abandon. His whole body went limp, his face scrunched up with laughter, and his nose doing just the cutest little thing as it crinkled up. 

“Cute,” Reki muttered, mostly to himself. He turned back and noticed how Langa’s legs were kicking out as he continued to tickle him. Interesting. 

“Hey, I think I may have a plan to find your most–” Reki started, leaning back and placing a hand on Langa’s leg to try and shift himself around. 

In the blink of an eye, the tables were turned. Langa had not only shoved Reki off of him, but had also pinned him to the ground. This time though, Reki was on his stomach and Langa sat comfortably on his legs, granting him zero protection. 

“Hey wait–” Reki squeaked. 

“Reki, are you ticklish?” Langa asked innocently. “Yes or no,”

  To....be.....continued....... 

[delicategardenervoid]

Take My Hand It’ll be Alright

chapter 1

“Roman?” Dean’s wide eyes stared at the larger man, now on the mat, writhing in pain. Dean’s confused expression frozen on his face as he prepared to beat whoever the fuck had hit his brother within an inch of their life. He flicked his head up to his baby brother, who no doubt, was-

Wait. Seth was holding the chair.

Why was Seth holding the chair?

He didn’t see another person on the ground that he would have stolen it from, he just saw Seth…standing with a chair in his hands, glaring holes into his soul.

Dean’s wide eyes stared at Seth in disbelief.

No.

No, no, no.

This couldn’t be happening. This had to be a mistake. This had to be a part of another plan Seth had devised.

Because Seth always had a plan.

“Seth.” He whispered, voice small. Dean walked towards him, holding his hand out.

He had a million thoughts going through his head, but the loudest one was to let Seth know that it was ‘okay, just tell me what’s wrong, we can figure it out’.

“Wha-“ he was cut off by a chair to the midsection, all air leaving his lungs as he collapsed to the ground in a heap.

And as Dean stared up at Seth, he couldn’t recognize the man he once loved. The darkness that was behind his eyes-Dean didn’t understand where it came from. Dean didn’t know where he went wrong, he didn’t-

Jon shot up in his bed, sweat pouring down his forehead. The sound of his phone ringing pulling him from the throws of the nightmare. He picked it up, staring at the name on the phone- Seth- contemplating wether or not to answer.

Eventually he slid his thumb across the screen, bringing the phone up to his ear. “Hello?” He croaked, still scratchy from the sleep.

“Hey man, did I wake you?” Seth’s voice rang in his ears.

Jon sighed, “nah man, I was just chillin at-“ he glanced at the clock. “Three in the morning.” Sarcasm lacing his tone.

He could hear Seth scoff on the other end of the phone. “Well fuck you too.” He mumbled.

“That’s the dream baby.” Jon shot back, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “What’s so important that you had to call me up this early?” Jon paused. “Wait, why are you even up at three in the morning?”

Seth cleared his throat. “Umm…well…I was kinda busy. 

“What? You and Roman just finish fucking?” Jon snickered.

Silence.

Jon straightened his shoulders. “Are you kidding me?” He groaned, grabbing the bridge of his nose in his fingers.

“What? Roman and me just-” Seth defended himself, his voice rising in pitch.

Jon rolled his eyes. “Okay, okay, calm down. Why’d you call me?”

“When are you gonna be in Las Vegas?”

Jon scoffed. “I live in Las Vegas dipshit.”

Seth groaned in annoyance. “No duh. I mean, when are you gonna be home?”

“I dunno, I have the weekend off, I think. Why?” Jon absentmindedly picked at his nails.

“Can we come over?”

Jon nodded before realizing Seth couldn’t see him. “Yeah man. Y’all are always welcome to stop by, I’m sure Renee-“

“No.” Seth cut him off. “I mean can we come over?”

Jon froze, his breath stopping in his lungs. “Oh.” He whispered.

Renee knew about the three of them. When Jon told her what the deal was, he was sure she’d kick him to the curb and call off the engagement. But all she did was smile and let out a chipper ‘at least it’s not a woman!’ And slapped him on the back. It honestly caught Jon so off guard he thought she was joking, and that he’d see his shit thrown out the window the next morning.

‘Babe, everyone already knew. I’m surprised it took you this long to tell me.’ Jon took offense to that. Because they hid it pretty well.

At least he thought they did.

‘Are you kidding me? You guys are so far up each other’s asses I’m surprised you don’t wipe for each other. Pun intended.’

Renee was surprised Jon was so baffled at her confession. So she sat him down like a child about to be told his parents were getting a divorce and explained that she knew Jon would always have that certain itch that she couldn’t scratch. And she was okay that he was able to find two people to do it with that he loved. And that Renee herself trusted them enough to respect his and hers relationship. ‘Or else I’ll beat their asses.’ Her smile lit up the room and filled Jon’s heart with such admiration that he had to fuck her right then and there

God, he loved her.

Seth cleared his throat, bringing Jon back to reality as he snapped out of his thoughts. “Uh, yeah. Yeah man, lemme just talk to Renee first? Ask her if she’s cool with it?”

“Of course, whatever you need to do.” There was a slight pause before Seth piled in- “and don’t think you have to just because I asked. I can tell Ro that it’s a no go and it’ll be perfectly fine if we just have a barbecue or something like that-“

Jon rolled his eyes. “Seth.” He cut him off. “If I didn’t wanna ask, I would’ve said no.”

Seth gave a sigh of relief. “Okay, alright, gotcha.” Jon chuckled at Seth giving three confirmations in a row. A tell tale sign he was still anxious, but trying to calm his own mind.

“And hey, we can still have a barbecue man.”

He heard Seth give a small laugh before answering. “I’d like that.”

“Shrimp?”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

Jon smiled. “Wouldn't expect anything less.”

“But seriously, make sure Renee knows she doesn’t have to feel pressured to let-“

“Seth.” Jon replied in a warning tone.

“Right, sorry.” Seth gulped. “Bye.” A quick pause before Seth added on. “I love you.” His voice was quiet.

Jon snorted, laying back down on the bed. “Love you too idiot.” And the other line clicked as Seth hung up.

Jon fell asleep with a prayer he wouldn’t have a nightmare again.

He was so glad to be home, even if it was in a fucking dessert. It was better than Cincinnati.

He’d take unbearable heat over constant rain any day.

Hell, he’d take, well….Hell, over Cincinnati.

“I’m home babe!” He called out as he kicked his shoes off. Renee was smiling and running up to him as soon as he closed the door. The large grin on her face couldn’t help but make Jon grin back. She jumped in his arms, Jon barely having enough time to drop his suitcase to catch her. He swung her around as she squealed in excitement, her blonde hair tied up in a bun, and her body smelling like the lavender lotion she used.

“Hey babe!” She stuck her face into his shoulder as he set her down. “I missed you.” She hummed.

Jon sighed, taking her all in. “I missed you more.” He kissed her cheek before pulling back and looking into her eyes, giving her a deep kiss.

Renee pulled away, slapping his chest as she hurried towards the kitchen, almost slipping on her socked feet against the wooden floor. “Okay, so I got this new recipe that I thought we could have for dinner?” She started, beckoning Jon to follow when she noticed he still stood at the door. “It’s really cool!” She exclaimed, taking her place at the island, which was full of different ingredients displayed like a museum exhibit.

Jon whistled at the amount of food, taking it all in as he put his glasses on his head. “That’s…impressive.” He mumbled, hooking his fingers in the pockets of his jeans. “What’s the recipe that calls for enough food to feed an entire army?”

Renee frowned and waved her hand in dismissal. “It’s a Hawaiian chicken with-“

“I didn’t know they had chickens in Hawaii.”

Renee huffed, rolling her eyes at him. “No, it’s like grilled pineapple, and this sauce that you bathe it in for three hours before you-“

“I didn’t know a dead chicken needed a bath.”

Renee groaned, crossing her arms over her chest in annoyance, glaring at Jon. “Are you just gonna be a smart ass?”

Jon shrugged. “Maybe.”

She tapped her foot and threw her hands in the air. “Fine then, you just won’t have dinner!” She turned away from Jon, sticking her nose in the air.

He made his way behind her, wrapping his arms around her torso. She laid her head back on his chest as he laid his on top of her head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“It wasn’t funny.” She mumbled.

Jon nodded. “I know, I get you’re excited about this stuff.” He kissed the top of her head. “And I’ll stop being a jerk.” He turned her around, holding her shoulders and kissing her forehead. “I promise.”

Renee looked him up and down skeptically. “Pinky promise?”

He smiled, holding his pinky out for her. “Pinky promise.”

Renee had rambled on and on about the ingredients and the process of cooking the ‘Hawaiian chicken’ that Jon had to struggle to stay interested. But he had to admit that the Hawaiian chicken was probably one of the best dishes she had ever made, and the best meal he had eaten in his entire life.

“So, babe, I have a question.” His mouth full of pineapple.

Renee scrunched her nose. “Don’t talk with your mouth full Jon.” She pointed at him with her fork.

“Oh, sorry.” He gulped down the chicken and wiped his mouth with his napkin.

Renee gave a soft smile. “It’s okay.” She took a drink of her wine. “What’s your question?”

“I was wondering- well, Seth and Ro were wondering- if it were cool if they came over?” Jon asked, taking a sip of his own wine.

Renee nodded, putting a piece of chicken in her mouth before swallowing. “Yeah, of course!” She smiled.

Jon leaned in, “I mean.” He started, Renee looking up at him in confusion. He locked eyes with her as she raised her eyebrows. “They want to come over.”

Renee nodded again, grabbing Jon’s hand. “I knew what you meant the first time, Jon.” Explaining it like he was a toddler.

He sat back, pursing his lips. “Oh…okay.” He tapped his fingers on the table as Renee went back to her dinner. “Well, where are you gonna stay?”

Renee shrugged. “There’s a spa and resort I’ve been wanting to try. I can make a reservation tonight and head on up tomorrow. That’ll give you Friday the rest of the weekend before you have to leave Monday.”

Jon quirked an eyebrow. “And you’re okay with spending our weekend apart?”

Renee smiled, placing her fork down. “I called Tony, and he said it was okay for me to travel with you this week.” She stood up from her chair, grabbing her plate, and then Jon’s, taking them to sink. “So we’ll have all week to spend as much time together as we want.”

She turned back and winked at him. Jon shot up from own chair and picked her up, cradling her bridal style. She squeaked and laughed, wrapping her arms around Jon’s neck. “I love you.” He pecked her on the lips. “And I’m gonna get a head start on this coming week’s activities.” He growled, a smirk on his face.

The phone rang a total of three times before Seth picked up. “Hey man.” Jon started.

He could tell Seth was anxious. “Hey, hi, what’s up?” Another three in a row.

Jon chuckled, “Everything’s good. You all can come over tomorrow if that’s a good day for you?”

He could hear Seth gasp in delight before choking on whatever he was drinking. “Yeah! Absolutely! We’ll be there tomorrow afternoon!” He managed to croak through a coughing fit. 

Jon smiled, heading back to his bed. “Alright, good. See you then. And be prepared to be out of breath for the next four days.” He added on quickly before pressing the small red button, setting his phone down on the nightstand.

Renee rolled over to him as he laid down, cuddling close. “Everything set?” She mumbled against his neck.

Jon gripped her hands tight and settled in. “Yeah, Seth can barely wait.” They both laughed at the same time. 

“Sounds like him.” She gave a content sigh. “Have fun, but don’t break anything, okay?” Jon grunted and gave a small nod. “I know all three of you need this.” She said softly, kissing the back of his neck before wrapping her leg around his waist, leaving Jon to his thoughts as the soft sound of her snoring filled the dark room.

Renee had departed with a small kiss and another “Have fun!” As she basically skipped out the door with the excitement of having a relaxing weekend. Jon waved as her car pulled out of the driveway.

He laid his hands on his hips and took a deep breath, breathing in the dense Nevada air. “Alrighty.” He said to himself, walking back in the house and closing the door a little too hard. Blue shot up from the couch, barking at the loud noise. Jon rolled his eyes and leant down, petting the bulldog's head in comfort. “Yeah, yeah, loser. You’re a big guy.” He cooed before kissing his head, giving one last pet before standing back up, staring at the dirty house. “Shit…” he snarled at himself.

And so Jon spent the rest of the morning furiously cleaning his whole house. He even did the laundry, folded it, put the clean sheets on the bed, and put away his and Renee’s comforter so the three of them didn’t-

A.) tear it

B.) Get cum stains on it.

C.) get whatever other bodily fluids would be coming out of this weekend.

He instead replaced it with an older one that neither of them would miss too much if it were to be sacrificed in the war that was sex between Seth, Roman, and Jon.

And with that, he changed into a pair of basketball shorts and plain white t-shirt, discarding the now sweaty pajamas he had cleaned in. He looked at his phone and gawked in disbelief.

It was only ten thirty am.

How, the hell, did Jon clean the entire house, and do two loads of laundry in only an hour and a half? Whatever. He’d just make himself a late breakfast. That would pass the time, right?

Wrong.

It only took around fifteen minutes. And Jon spent about an hour pacing around aimlessly, and then another ten minutes to take a smoke break, and then another fifteen minutes to take a shower because he noticed that he now smelled like smoke, and Seth hated the smell of smoke.

And finally, finally, at one o clock, he got a text from Roman that said

‘Five minutes away.’

Jon’s heartbeat sped up, and he frantically made himself a glass of water, and scrambled to sit on the couch and turn on the television. He was desperately trying to make it look like he didn’t just spend the last three hours anxiously passing time. He heard Blue pant in excitement as Jon sat on the couch and hopped up in his lap. The small dog helped ease his anxieties a little as he bounced his leg furiously.

He heard the car pull up, and Blue immediately started barking. Jon shushed him, nipping him on the neck with his fingers before shushing him once more as the dog let out a quieter little-

‘Boof’

The knock on the door made Jon’s blood thrum in excitement. “Come on in!” He called out, and Seth and Roman entered, both their overnight bags flung across their shoulders.

Seth set his bag down first, laughing as Blue ran over to him and started jumping up and down, attempting to be held. He groaned as he scooped up the bulldog and held him in his arms, smiling as Blue attempted to lick every inch of his face. “Dang buddy, you’ve gotten big! I could hardly pick you up!”

Roman immediately shot over to Jon, wrapping his arms around his neck from behind the couch, kissing the side of his head. Jon leant back, resting his head against Roman’s bicep and relishing in the feeling of his big arms. “Did you clean the house for us?” Roman mumbled against Jon’s neck.

Jon blushed and turned his head to look at Roman. “N-no!Why would you think that?”

Roman smiled, ruffling his hand through Jon’s shaved locks. “You’re messy as fuck dude. No way you and Renee keep your house this clean.”

Jon was about to defend himself once more before Seth piped up from behind the two men. “Why haven’t you brought out the alcohol yet motherfucker? I see the bar-“ he held his hands out as he walked in front of Roman and Jon. “But the booze seems to be mysteriously missing from my hand.” Seth pursed his lips giving Jon an expectant look.

Roman snickered and stood up, walking over to Seth and flinging his arm over his shoulders. “This man has been talking about drinking one of your famous ‘Blackberry Vodkas’ since we hit Virginia. It’s the only alcohol he says he’ll drink.”

Jon raised his eyebrows and nodded his head in amazement. “That’s a long time to put up with that shit Ro.” He started clapping quickly, making Seth huff in irritation. “I applaud you.” Roman gave Seth’s shoulders a squeeze as Jon stood up from the couch with a loud groan, cracking his back and neck as he did so. “Alrighty, so…blackberry vodka for princess.” Seth opened his mouth to say something in retort, only to have it physically shut by Roman’s ring finger. “And for you Ro?” He asked, hoping over the bar to get a start on Seth’s drink.

He poured more blackberry juice in it rather than vodka, because let’s face it- Seth was gigantic light weight.

Roman shrugged then pulled Seth along with him to the bar to sit down. “Just a beer.”

Jon smirked at Roman’s simplicity. “The fridge.” He pointed with his head as he finished making Seth’s drink, pouring it into a glass and sliding it dramatically towards him. “Here ya go sweetheart.”

Seth rolled his eyes and took a small sip, slurping it just to annoy Jon. Roman came back and slapped Seth on the chest, silently scolding him. Jon cackled at Seth’s face, which was a mix of anger, confusion, and disappointment.

He had missed them…so damn much.

Honestly, nothing happened during the day.

The three of them were happy to just be in each other's company that there was no need for sex. They had spent the entire night talking and laughing and telling stories of their recent days on the road, just being brothers again. And at the end of the night, as all three of them settled into bed, they assumed their usual positions, like they hadn’t been apart for almost six months. Seth in the middle, Roman on his right, and Jon on his left.

Roman gave a long deep sigh as he wrapped his arms around Seth, spooning him. Jon was facing Seth, running a hand through his hair gently, the younger man purring at the attention. And when Jon heard Roman’s snoring and knew it was safe, he tapped Seth’s nose. “Hey hun.” He mumbled, placing his hand on Seth’s cheek.

Seth opened his eyes, focusing from the half sleep daze he was in, and locked eyes with Jon’s. “Mmm, yeah?” Jon could tell he was fighting back a yawn.

“How’re those bruises?” Jon whispered, his eyes flicking to Seth’s neck.

He gave a small smile before moving his head up, straining his neck so Jon could see. “Sore, but healing, slowly.”

Jon ran his calloused fingers over the yellowish green marks that littered Seth’s neck, making him jump at the contact. “Has Ro said anything about them?” Jon said.

Seth shook his head, closing his eyes once more and sighing as Jon’s touch quickly turned relaxing at the constant thrum of dull pain. “He just ignores them, mostly.” Seth’s body melted into the bed once more. “There was one time, though, that he stared at them from across the locker room when he thought I wasn’t looking.” Seth bit his lip as Jon ran his thumb deeper across one particularly bigger bruise. “And he looked…really sad.” Seth opened his eyes again, moving his head so he was at eye level with Jon. “He did what he had to do to win.” Seth whispered, like a desperate plea.

Jon shook his head. “He doesn’t see it that way.” Jon began petting his hair again. “He sees it as he hurt you, and the reminder isn’t going away.”

Seth gave a quick breath through his nose, furrowing his eyebrows. “He did what he had to do. Why doesn’t he see that?”

“Because he’s not you.” Jon whispered, searching Seth’s eyes.

He paused, his lips a thin line as he tried to get his thoughts wrapped around what Jon had said. “I get it.” Seth mumbled finally. “I’m an untrustworthy asshole. And you two seem way to keen on reminding me-“

Jon gripped both sides of his head. “And I’m an impulsive idiot who doesn’t think things through, and Roman doesn’t know when to say no to the point it becomes self destructive.” Jon smiled softly at Seth. “We’re all three messed up. Jon pecked Seth’s nose, making the younger man snicker.

“Do you think he’s finished?” Seth mumbled.

Jon gave a thoughtful grunt. “I think he’s as finished as he can be.” He tapped against Seth’s temple. “Ya know, he’s still Roman.” He moved their faces closer to each other. “And I’m still Jon, and you’re still Seth.” Seth nodded slowly in understanding.

“Do you think this’ll last?” Seth huffed out quickly.

Jon chuckled. “Hun, if it hasn’t broken by now, it never will.” He smiled at Seth, who in turn smiled back. “We fought our shit out years ago.”

Seth nodded. “And I told him that.” Seth looked at him with determination, like he was desperate for Jon’s approval. “I apologized for not giving him a chair.”

Jon kissed his nose again. “Good for you baby brother.” He teased, “I’m proud of you.” He hummed.

There was a quiet moment as the two of them stared into each other's eyes where Jon briefly couldn’t explain what the feeling in the air was. It hit him as he watched Seth lick his lips and gaze at him.

It was peace.

Being with these two men, holding them once more, it was peaceful.

Seth’s pupils blew as he shifted around on the bed. “Can I ask…”

“Yeah?” Jon asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Seth squirmed more, looking anywhere but Jon’s face. “Can you, umm, touch the bruises again?”

Jon felt Seth’s body tense up a bit, unsure of his reaction. “Why’re you embarrassed?” He asked with a large smile on his face, giving a small laugh.

“Because it’s weird?” Seth shrugged, a blush crossing his cheeks.

“Hey.” He brought Seth’s attention back to Jon’s face. “I’ll do whatever you want.” He kissed Seth. “So long as you ask nicely.” He mumbled against Seth’s mouth. Jon pulled away slowly, watching with amusement as Seth chased his lips. “Whaddya want?” He deepened his voice.

Seth’s sigh shook as he shifted his neck up a bit. “Touch the bruises?”

“Why?”

Seth pursed his lips, defiant for a moment, but then giving in. “Because it hurts, but it feels really good.”

Jon smiled. “It feels good?” Seth bit his lip once again, fighting back a moan at the statement.

“Y-yeah…it’ll help me sleep.” he nodded.

Jon teasingly ran his hand up Seth’s chest. “Oh, it helps you sleep, does it?” His voice low in his throat. Seth nodded frantically, his body squirming again as Jon made his way up higher on his chest, teasingly close to his neck. “Well…I’m awfully tired. I myself wouldn’t have any issue falling asleep.” Jon fake yawned. Seth’s eyes shot open and he shook his head frantically, his eyes big and pleading.

Seth gripped Jon’s t-shirt and stretched his neck up more so Jon could see the bruises better. “Jon.” His voice squeaked out. “I need-please touch them. Please touch me.” Jon couldn’t help but recognize how beautiful they were, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of them. “Please!” Seth blurted out, louder than the hush whispering and quiet mumbles they had stuck to up until that point.

Jon put a finger to his lips, “shhh don’t wanna wake Ro up.” He huffed a laugh.

Jon nodded, giving in to Seth’s insistent whining and gripping his neck gently, not wanting to give too much pressure straight away. Seth let out a small gasp, Jon released a bit concerned that he’d done too much. But Seth’s hand flew back up to Jon’s, holding it there. Seth ran his thumb on the inside of Jon’s wrist and hummed contently.

“This good?” Jon asked.

Seth nodded, his face completely relaxed. “Yeah, just keep it there.”

Jon couldn’t help but smile. “Okay hun.” He whispered, leaning in and kissing on top of Seth’s head. “Do you still wanna-“

Seth shook his head. “Happy like this.” He pulled Jon’s body closer. “Sorry.”

Jon cocked his head to the side. “About what?”

Seth placed his hand on Jon’s crotch, a barely their tent in his shorts. “Leaving you with this.”

Jon smiled and kissed Seth once more, placing their foreheads together. He gripped Seth’s hand that was on his crotch and laced their fingers together, letting their hands rest in between his and Seth’s chests. “It’s okay hun, I didn’t even realize it was there anyways.” Seth scrunched his nose at that. “Hey, I can't control it anymore than a horny teenager can.” Jon teased, wrapping his leg around Seth’s waist and part of Roman’s leg, pulling each of the men closer to him.

Roman growled at being woken up by Jon, and proceeded to show his discontent by waving his arm around, managing to slap both Seth and Jon before he grumbled “go the fuck to sleep assholes.”

Jon grunted as he held his head. “Dammit Ro, we were having a moment!” Roman slapped him harder that time.

Dean was trapped, his body unable to move. The sound of a thousand roaring fans flooding his ears.

Seth stood there, chair in hand, smirking at him deviously. He shook his head before stepping closer to Dean. “You thought I cared about you?” He gripped Dean’s chin tight to the point it was painful. “Who could ever love you, you fucking psychopath!” Seth screamed in his face, slowly turning on his heels and stalking away. “And this-'' Dean noticed Roman was laying in front of Seth’s feet. “Is what I think of this team.” He slammed the chair into Roman. “This is what I think of our friendship!” Another hit to Roman, who cried out now. “This is what I think of your love!” A bigger blow, Roman flinching and curling in on himself, trying to guard his body.

“S-stop Seth. Please stop.” Dean pleaded, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

Seth’s head shot towards Dean. He couldn’t quite tell what was behind Seth’s eyes, it looked like a mix of fury, fear, and regret.

Dean sobbed. “Seth I-I need you to stop this.” He took a shaky breath. “We can figure this out, just please put the chair down.” He fought against his body, which refused to move. “We can help you, whatever it is, we can help you. I promise.” Dean finally got his fingers to move, clenching and unclenching into fists. “We love you, okay?” Seth turned away from him, raising the chair above his head to attack Roman once more. Dean growled, finally letting out a loud cry. “Please! I’m begging you! Put the fucking chair down!”

Seth paused, his breathing ragged as his wide eyes stared down at Roman, who was gasping for air. “I…” he started, shaking his head. “I can’t?” His voice was small, laced with confusion. Seth quickly looked at Dean, tears in his eyes. “I can’t put it down.” He took a deep shaky breath, his grip shaking as he fought against his arms which were still holding the chair above his head.

Dean shook his head, “look at me, look at me Seth.” Seth’s eyes flicked back up to Dean’s face. “Put it down.” He pleaded.

“I wish I could.” Seth closed his eyes as he brought the chair back down again, hitting Roman who cried out Dean’s name to help him, to stop Seth, but he couldn’t.

“No! No! No!” Dean strained so hard he was sure his head was about to explode. “Stop! Seth, stop! Please! I’m begging you! I’ll do anything! Just stop this! Please!”

Seth turned to him once more, Dean noticed tears now flowing down his face. “Dean.” He whispered.

That’s when he broke free. Dean instantly strode towards Seth, whose eyes had become wide as saucers. “You son of a bitch!” He yelled, gripping a hand around Seth’s neck as he backed the other man against the ring post. There was nobody there, only him and Seth now, the two rivals staring into each other's eyes. A stare so deep they could practically hear what the others were thinking.

He felt his hand slowly squeeze around Seth’s neck. The other man’s face started to contort in panic at the loss of oxygen. “Wait-wait, wait, Dean!” Seth mumbled. But Dean didn’t care, he wasn’t listening to the manipulating words of his baby brother. “I-I can’t breathe-“ he was cut off by Dean squeezing harder, shoving his head hard against the turnbuckle. Panic and fear filled Seth’s eyes as he kicked his legs and frantically flailed his arms around in an attempt to escape. He started banging on Dean’s chest and attempting to shove him away.

But it was no use. Because there was no escape.

And as Dean felt Seth’s hits to his chest get lighter and lighter, and the life drain ever so slowly from Seth’s eyes, he could only feel-

Jon’s eyes snapped open as he gasped awake. He blinked a few times as he tried to get his vision to adjust to the pitch black, dark room. As soon as his eyes focused, he saw Seth, laying next to him, content in his sleep, with Jon’s hand around his throat.

And he fucking panicked.

He flew away from the man, ripping his arms from the hold Seth had made sometime during the night, and scrambled away, taking the sheets with him as he fell back onto the carpet with a loud thud.

Roman and Seth both shot awake, looking around confused and on alert. Roman immediately flung out of bed and was ready to beat the fuck out of whatever had just caused the ruckus. And Seth had continued to look around, confused, before he saw Jon, sitting on the opposite side of the bed on the floor and looking at Seth with intense fear in his eyes.

“Jon?” He asked, concern lacing his features. “What’s wrong?”

He shook his head frantically, his lips chapped and dry as he tried to form a sentence. But his heart was beating too fast, and he couldn’t speak. All he could think about was that he had to get away from Seth, because Seth was a liar. But he had to protect Seth. He had to protect him from himself.

Because Jon wanted to kill him.

Roman had made his way to Jon, and when he caught the sight of him, he frowned deeply and followed Jon’s eyes to Seth. Roman made a knowing face before crouching in front of Jon on his knees. He cautiously stuck a hand out to touch him on the shoulder, and when that didn’t cause Jon any grief, he ran his hand up and down Jon’s bicep comfortingly.

“Hey.” Roman whispered, attempting to catch Jon’s attention. “Can you look at me?” Jon couldn’t tear his face away from Seth, because Seth would hurt them the moment Jon looked away. And he couldn’t trust himself enough to try and do the same to Seth the second he let his guard down. Roman gripped the sides of Jon’s head and forced him to look into his chocolate orbs. “I understand.” Roman whispered, a small smile on his face. “Remember it’s us.” Roman’s voice was laced with comfort.

“What? What’s wrong?” Seth asked, confused out of his mind. “What do you understand Ro?” Panic had started to set in for Seth at being left out of the conversation, unsure what he needed to do in order to help.

Roman shook his head. “It’s okay Seth, can you go sit on the couch?” He asked gently, glancing back at Seth and giving him a comforting smile. “It’s okay.” He whispered, nodding, gently nudging him to exit.

Seth reluctantly got out of the bed and shot Jon a worried look as he made his way out of the room and to the couch, wrapping the comforter around himself like a security blanket as he did so.

Jon heard Blue make his way out of his bed at the excitement of Seth emerging, and the prospect of belly rubs.

Roman locked his eyes back on Jon’s. “It’s okay babe.” He hummed, gently rubbing a thumb across his cheek. “It was a dream.” Jon’s eyes began filling with tears, he was unsure why. Roman shushed him gently, digging his thumbs into Jon’s temples, making him relax at the relief of pressure. “That wasn’t real.” Roman kissed his forehead. “I’m alright, see?” He smiled as Jon searched his body up and down for any sign of injury. “I’m here with you. He’s here with you.” Roman forced Jon’s gaze to focus on him. “He’s here with you.” He repeated, determined. “It was a dream.”

Jon took a deep breath and nodded. “A dream.” He repeated, his shaky hands placing onto Roman’s shoulders. “It was a dream.”

Roman nodded. “Yes. You’re safe.”

Jon closed his eyes and let his body relax as he regained his bearings. “I’m safe.” Roman noticed he was repeating that sentence like a mantra in order to calm himself. Jon opened his eyes and let out a small sob. “I wanted to kill him.” Jon started. “I did kill him.” He coughed, as if the words were like venom. “I don’t wanna-but I-was soafraid.” Jon rambled, his eyes flicking throughout Roman’s features to try and find something to hold onto.

Roman furrowed his eyebrows. “I get it.” He gripped Jon’s bicep tighter. “But it’s just a nightmare, and we’ll help you through it.”

“But what if I-what if I hurt him?” Jon’s voice quivered, sweat pouring down his forehead.

Roman shook his head quickly. “You won’t. Don’t even think that way.” He gave an encouraging look to Jon, who relaxed a bit. “You love him?” Roman asked, softly. Jon nodded. “He loves you.” There was a pause. “You hate him?” Jon shot his head up, skepticism filling his face. “Not a trick question.” Jon waited a moment before slowly nodding. “He loves you.” Roman ran his hand up and down his bicep once more. He laid his hand on Jon’s shoulder. “I’m his, he’s mine.” Roman kissed the top of Jon’s head. “You’re mine, I’m yours.”

Jon scoffed. “Fucking weirdos. With your sayings and all that shit.”

Roman laughed, his heart leaping at Jon returning to his normal self. “Hey, it gets us through all this bullshit. And that’s all that matters.” Roman and Jon were both content in the happy silence that followed, just looking into the other's eyes. Roman hugged him, cautiously dragging him in incase Jon didn’t want to be touched more than he already was. But he gripped Roman tight, almost a death grip, it knocked the air out of him. Roman squeezed him back, giving him that comfort. “You’ve got this babe. You can get through this.” Jon took a deep sigh in Roman’s shoulder and took all of him in, before pulling away. He gave Roman a small smile and repeated ‘I’m safe’ once more. “Can I bring him in?” Roman asked.

“Yeah.” Jon muttered.

“You sure?”

“I already said yes, Jeez.” He grumbled.

Roman smirked. “Okay.” He stood up, leaving Jon cold without the bigger man’s body heat.

He could hear Seth and Roman muttering outside in the living room, and Jon started anxiously biting lip. A moment later he heard Roman enter with his arm wrapped around Seth’s shoulders, guiding him in. He sat Seth on the edge of the bed, facing Jon, and Roman himself sat on the right side of them, making a semicircle, on the floor. “Okay so-“ Roman started.

“What did I do?” Seth interrupted, overcome by anxiety. “I mean…the way you were looking at me-I just-what did I do?”

Roman frowned at the interruption and looked at Jon, seeing if he was able to give an answer. Jon cleared his throat before finally looking up at Seth, only to see intense fear and anxiety in his face. “You didn’t do anything.” Jon shook his head.

Seth let the blanket fall off of his shoulders and leant in, placing his forearms on his knees. “What did I do Jon?” Seth’s voice was pleading with him to give him an answer. Roman sat idly by, watching the interaction, ready to intervene if the need be.

“You-“ Jon sighed. “You didn’t do anything. At least, not in real life, ya know?” He shrugged. Seth looked at him with confusion, raising his eyebrows. “I had a dream- nightmare- that you were hitting Roman…with a chair.” Seth’s eyes closed, his nostrils flaring, his hands gripping into fists. “I couldn’t stop it.” He whispered. “But you were so scared, and I didn’t know what to do. You couldn’t stop it either, you just kept hitting him.” Jon’s eyes filled with tears. “And you were so scared, and you were crying, and you needed my help.” Jon shook his head as some tears fell down his cheeks. “But…instead I just….I fucking-“ he paused, his breathing becoming ragged as he tried to push the words out. “I fucking choked you.” He cried. “I choked you until you…you were dead. And you begged me to stop. And I wouldn’t-“

His rant was stopped by Seth flying forward, wrapping his arms tightly around Jon’s chest, making him freeze. He slowly wrapped his arms around Seth in return. “I trust you.” He whispered. “I love you.” Seth mumbled against his neck. Seth looked up, “get in on this Tribal Chief.” He motioned to where Roman was sitting, cross legged on the floor. Roman laughed before crawling over to the two, engulfing the men with his large arms

And Jon felt safe.

“We can have that barbecue tomorrow.” He grumbled out, though it was muffled by the large group hug.

Somebody laughed, making the whole circle shake. “That’s a great idea.” Seth said, a smile evident in his voice. “Then maybe after that we can make sure Renee vacating her house wasn’t in vain.”

Roman nodded, and Jon laughed. “Oh yeah.”