#like is this gonna became a new summer tradition?

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

nobody speak to me. so basically quinn spent 2 weeks this summer doing exactly what twitter told him to do, adopt macklin. 😭😭

[peppermint-toads]

𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚎, 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗?

𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 long time no see and 80s slasher summer is here

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 light piv sex, insecure reader, 1.4k words, bad grammar and smut writing sry

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 you and eddie are camp counselors and hookup every summer, but it’s not enough for you and poor eddie baby

“Miss me, Munson?” You asked from the door, waving away the milky smoke that pillowed from his spot on his bunk.

Twelve summers at Camp Blue Lake had led you and Eddie into your early adulthood where you’d become counselors.

As the summers got hotter and you grew older, you and Eddie had started an annual summer fling of sorts, a tradition, really.

Like clockwork, you would sneak away during the evenings when the campers were in the mess hall, making the most of every moment whether it was in his bunk or yours, the art cabin, or sometimes the woods.

You popped your hip out, hoping he would like the new shorts you bought for the season.

He rolled his head towards you, looking you up and down to see what time apart had done to you. He tried to look uninterested. He was shirtless, and you couldn’t help but ogle. He’d gotten new tattoos.

“Don’t you know this kinda thing is bad luck? You know what happened to those counselors in Friday the 13th, right?”

“What? Did the Hawkins girls treat you too well this year?” Your dejected tone didn’t go unnoticed, even though you tried to conceal it with a smirk.

You thought maybe he’d found a girlfriend and didn’t need you anymore.

Truth was, Eddie dreaded seeing you more and more each summer because leaving you was getting harder and harder. And missing you was even worse.

He laughed a little as he exhaled.

“Not quite.”

His smile faded into something sad as he succumbed to your pretty face staring at him with an insecurity he wasn’t used to.

“Indianapolis boys treat you well?”

You shook your head. You hadn’t even bothered with other boys since the summer of ‘85; you were completely and totally hung up on Eddie.

“You don’t have yourself a little boyfriend, huh?”

He sat up on his palms, finally nodding you over to him. You plopped onto his tiny bunk happily, snatching his joint from his fingers.

“You don’t have to say it, it’s okay. I know you missed me.”

He scoffed.

You lie on your side, facing him and taking in all of the features you missed so much during the year. At some point, he’d worked up the courage to run his fingers softly across your cheek and through your hair.

It was slow and shy, but it was like riding a bike. You never really forgot how to love Eddie.

You watched him carefully, and he watched you back.

“It’s gonna be a hot summer,” you mumbled, looking away from him. His hand stopped and you frowned.

“D’you think Brad will wear those denim cutoffs this year?”

You sighed dreamily, “I can only hope.”

Eddie smacked your shoulder. “Hey!”

After a short fit of giggles, silence settled over the empty cabin again, and the buzzing of the cicadas became overpowering.

“If you don’t want to… you know… hook up or whatever you can just say so.” He sighed.

As if he hadn’t already stashed heaps of trojans underneath his thin mattress.

“Why wouldn’t I? We do it every summer? Unless—unless you don’t want to.”

You could feel the heat rising in your throat and heating your cheeks and the tips of your ears. Eddie really had probably found some sweet girl in Hawkins and felt too bad to tell you—

“Of course I do!” He rushed out. “I just thought I would… dunno, give you an out?”

You weren’t the only one feeling insecure. You decided to do the one thing you knew best.

The thing that always calmed you down. The thing that you did to celebrate winning color wars for the fifth summer in a row. The thing you missed so much while you were apart.

His lips felt the same as you remembered, instantly calming you despite the taste of stale weed on his tongue.

Usually, the first hookups of the camp season were eager and excited, squeezed in before the campers were set to arrive. But as you sunk down onto Eddie’s dick, something felt different. There was no rush.

The smell of his hairspray mixed with the heavy, humid air of the cabin, and the way Eddie felt so deep in your stomach after months without him almost made you cry.

He was so soft with you, and his eyebrows stayed knit together as he watched your breaths become more shallow and skin more flushed.

Everything felt so familiar, and as you dropped your forehead onto his shoulder you could barely contain the words nagging your tongue. I love you, Eddie. Please, please, please. I can’t spend another minute away from you I—

His soft grunting pulled you from your thoughts. You could tell he was getting close.

Psycho. You’re just his summer fling. Always have been, always will be.

You told yourself that, but you didn’t believe it.

Maybe Eddie could tell it had been a while since you’d had sex, because you were already whimpering into his shoulder like you did when you were close. But you could tell he was in the same boat.

The last time you’d had sex with anybody was a year ago in the very same spot on the last night of camp. You’d snuck away during the closing bonfire to feel each other one last time. That was the first time you’d let him fuck you without a condom.

When you collapsed onto Eddie’s chest, the setting sun was seeping through the damp and rotting wood of cabin 5, clinging to your sweaty skin.

“Campers will be here soon. We should probably set up for s’mores.” You said absentmindedly, tracing shapes onto his skin.

“Those slackers Brad and Cindy can do it. Let’s stay like this for a little longer.

Eventually you had to get up, the bustle of the rest of the counselors arriving meant soon the cabin would be occupied by campers, and you decidedly would not be reliving the incident where Tommy found your pair of Tuesday panties. He attached them to a stick and ran around the grounds screaming “Girl panties, girl panties!”

As the hours passed, more and more campers came tripping out of their cabins and onto the lawn where the girls huddled around each other trading scrunchies and talking about the boys they hoped to kiss that summer, and the boys played tag in the dark after seeing whose feet had grown the biggest.

The night sky blanketed the camp, and you relaxed into Eddie’s side, listening to the screeching and laughing of the campers.

“You remember our first kiss?” You asked him.

Eddie smiled and hummed deep in his throat.

“Mhm, right here in front of this very campfire.”

“We were what? 15?”

“Yeah, and everybody went down to the lake and we stayed back. Then you just laid one on me.”

“That is so not true!” You whined. “You so kissed me first, asshole!”

“I’m remembering it a little differently, sweetheart.”

Eddie had kissed you first. He was shaking and stumbling over his every word as he leaned in, bracing himself for you to shove him away from you. Really you were just as nervous, sweating because you thought you might’ve had marshmallow stuck in your braces.

Quiet settled over you again, and the sounds of the cicadas were back droning in your ears.

“I was thinking about moving into the city, you know. Getting my own place and all.”

“Really?” You asked, sitting up to face him.

Your face was bathed in orange light, and he swore he’d do anything for you.

He nodded.

“Dave said I could work at one of his shops in Indianapolis, like a transfer.”

“What about Wayne?”

You knew why Eddie was moving, and you wouldn’t be the reason he left his uncle.

Eddie just scoffed. “He’s got a new lady friend, Darlene. He’s plenty occupied.”

You smiled. “That could be nice, then.”

“I was also thinking about taking you on a date. Someplace without mosquitoes?”

“You going all soft on me, Munson?”

“Oh absolutely not, I’m still gonna bang your brains out after. Just thought we could go somewhere nicer than the mess hall beforehand.”

“What do you mean? Chef Agatha’s cooking is totally romantic.”

You leaned in closer to Eddie’s side, your chest and stomach warming at the idea of finally getting to be his.

[ahhnini]

midas touch - rafe cameron x fashionista!reader

synopsis - based off this ask!

moodboard ⋆·˚ ༘ *

word count - 1.4k

warnings - oblivious!reader, bestfriend!rafe, flirting (from rafe), alcohol consumption, fluff, slow burn, not proofread!

a/n - i diverged a little from the request, but i hope you still enjoy! <3

you snap a mirror pic of your outfit for the day, putting up a caption, then uploading it to your instagram story. you fix any wrinkles from your outfit before heading outside to meet up with your friends.

“there’s our little influencer,” kelce says as you enter the cameron household. you smile and roll your eyes playfully, sitting down on the couch, “to be fair, I never thought my account was gonna get popular,” you shrug before continuing, “but it does feel nice knowing that people around the world like my outfits.” rafe comes through the back door, four beers in his hand. “we still waiting for top?” “yeah, should be on his way, though,” kelce replies as he puts an arm around your shoulder. rafe hands you a beer while you lean on kelce’s shoulder. you don’t miss the look rafe gives you. his gaze becoming sharp. you clear your throat as you open the can and take a swig.

as soon as topper arrives, the hangout officially begins. this was a tradition between you four, once a week you would hang out at each other’s houses.

this “tradition” started a long time ago. at first, it was just you and rafe. you remember how he defended you from your bullies, how he had been so selfless, despite everyone saying he was the opposite. you remember how his kind blue eyes would glance at you during homeroom, to make sure you were all right. you noticed how during lunch he would sit in close proximity to you, just in case anyone would try to be a bother.

you were shy when you asked him if he wanted to hang out with you outside of school for the first time. fingers fidgeting, voice soft and eyes looking down. you thought he was gonna laugh in your face, but when he said yes, you felt something spark in your heart.

rafe eventually became friends with topper and kelce, and the four of you clicked together like missing pieces in a puzzle. the summer after you graduated high school, you started a fashion account on instagram. posting various outfits, recommendations, and making get ready with me vlogs. you were hesitant, but the guys assured you that you had nothing to worry about. they were right, and everyone absolutely loves the content that you post.

after your account started blowing up, people from the obx found out and started following you. it made you slightly insecure at first, thinking they had been following you to poke fun at your content. but when you realized that you had started setting fashion trends across the island, that insecurity dissolved.

topper jumps off the roof into the cameron pool, splashing the three of you. “so stupid,” you mumble, shaking your head and smiling at him as he swims to the surface.

midnight struck, you were outside with a blanket wrapped around you. you all sat in a circle, eating takeout while gossiping — yes, gossiping, about the new family that moved into figure eight. it was the guys’ guilty pleasure, though they’d never admit it.

you scoffed at their endless conspiracies, deciding to just listen. you take a deep breath, crisp air hitting your nostrils. topper and kelce stand up, announcing that they’re going home. you, however, don’t want the night to end, so you ask rafe if you can stay over. thankfully, he says “yes, of course.”

both of you snuggle on the couch, rafe breathing the scent of your hair in as he not so sneakily peeps at your screen. you check your socials, and see that engagement is going up. rafe softly speaks, “how does this work?”

“hm? what do you mean?”

“do you get free stuff?”

“sometimes. but I mainly post things I already have,” you shrug.

rafe makes an ah sound before putting his chin on top of your head.

this felt…intimate. none of the other guys would be this physically close to you. you quickly brush those thoughts away, concluding that rafe is only this close to you because you’ve known him the longest. you put your phone down, leaning against rafe’s chest. this felt so natural for some reason. closing your eyes, you fall asleep, rafe loosely hugging your waist.

the next week, you were sunbathing in the sunny skies of saint-tropez. you had been invited to paris fashion week, and you had some free time after the event. however, you missed your friends, and you were texting them 24/7. you were replying to something topper said in the group chat, when someone approached you. good lord, he was attractive. he smiled at you, pearly whites adorning his face. you swore you could’ve heard church bells ring. “hey, mind if I set up my towel here?,” he asks, voice smooth and sultry.

“go ahead,” you move your sunglasses to the top of your head, taking a good look at him.

“i’m johnny,” he sticks his hand out.

you smile and say your name.

“are you from the states too?” he asks, quirking his head over to the side.

“yeah — north carolina,” you clear your throat, suddenly becoming nervous.

“oh cool, i’m from Illinois,” his eyes run up and down your body, and your cheeks grow red.

you two banter for a couple of minutes, before johnny bites his lip, as he asks for your number.

you smile and give it to him, he does seem like a nice guy after all.

the humidity of the outer banks is painful. turns out, when you came back, there had been a heatwave going on. to add onto that, the ac at your house broke down. so here you were, back at rafe’s, waiting until your cooling system gets fixed.

“how was your trip?” he asks, bringing out popsicles from the fridge and handing one out to you.

you beam at him, “absolutely amazing. I was freaking out over how many designers I met.”

“damn rafe, we don’t get one?” kelce says, laying down on the cold tile floor. “get one yourselves,” rafe gruffly replies.

topper and kelce glance at each other, wiggling their eyebrows. you don’t see it, but rafe does, and he scowls at them.

topper calls out your name again,“why’d you stop texting us halfway through our trip?”

“yeah, did you run out of data or something?” kelce questions.

“um—yeah, so…” you trail off, looking at the ground. “I met someone, and we really hit it off,” you smile, and the two boys make an ooooh sound, teasing. you continue, “yeah, we’ve been talking for a week now, and he seems like a chill guy,” you chuckle. “so sorry I ghosted you guys.” “you’re good, just, rafe was gettin’ all pissy when you wouldn’t answer,” topper sprawls across the tile. “shut up, top,” rafe groans.

“c’mon, don’t act like you were about to hop on a plane yourself to go visit her,” you giggle at topper’s teasing. you found it endearing that rafe cares about you so much. guess he’s still the same boy after all these years.

“rafe, I hate him!” you scream into your pillow. “I know sweetheart,” rafe gently rubs your back, sighing. after a month of talking, you and johnny decided to meet up again. in new york. it was stupid, meeting up with a guy you’ve met in real life once. he played you, hard. he had completely flaked on the meet up itself and ghosted you. money wasted and heart broken, you sulked on your bed.

“am I stupid, rafe?” you ask, tears staining your cheeks. “no, sweetheart. a bit oblivious, yes. stupid, definitely not.”

you sniffle, rafe handing you a tissue.

rafe whispers, “i’ll beat his ass for breakin’ your heart.” you know he didn’t mean it, but you shake your head regardless. sitting up, you face him, “he doesn’t deserve your time anyway.” he smiles, eyes crinkling, “that’s the spirit.”

there’s a sparkle in his eyes. without knowing it, you lean closer to him. you feel him breathe, soft breaths hitting your face. you don’t stop, tilting your head and pressing your lips against his. oh god, what have you done?

he kisses back, arms wrapping around your waist. your mind moves a million miles per hour. you tangle your hands in his hair as he lays you down, crawling on top of you.

“are you sure you wanna do this, sweetheart? you know, our relationship’s gonna change after this, no going back,” he says breathlessly.

he’s so beautiful. taking a deep breath in, you blissfully say,

“yes.”

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[elly-grace]

Friends don’t look at friends that way

Pairing:Joe Burrow x reader

Word count: 1505

September 2014

Today was your first day at Athens High School, but you weren't a freshman. Your dads business opportunity has led you here for your senior year. Only knowing the people on the dance team, which you were a part of. You honestly didn’t know them well enough to call them friends yet. The only person you knew on a personal level was your new neighbor Joe Burrow.

Joe was the quarterback on the football team, but he didn’t act like a football player. He was kind unlike any other football player you have had interactions with. He was smart as well. You could have an intellectual conversation with him.

Suddenly you are pulled from your thoughts by a knock on the front door.

“Let’s go Y/N don’t want you to be late on your first day.”

You and Joe had grown close over the summer. Often hanging out on the weekends.

“Coming, geez give me a minute.” you yelled through the door going to open it.

Once out the door you locked it and got into Joe's car. Of course Kid Cudi was playing in the background.

“Our schedules are the same,” You said after examining his schedule.

“That's cool!”

Joe knew that already he made sure he had the same classes as you. He enjoyed your company, but he would never tell you that. You could tell he was behind the identical schedules.

“You did this, didn't you?”

“Maybe,” You gave him a ‘I know it was you’ look and he sighed. “Yeah.”

“I mean thank you, I guess”

You both laughed as he pulled into the school parking lot.

“See you in class.” you said closing the car door. You didn’t want to walk to class with him or walk into the building with him because of the amount of attention it would attract. So you hurried inside and hoped that no one saw you get out of his car.

When you made it to your locker there stood Lacy the captain of the dance team.

“Hey, just so you're aware practice is on the field tonight. We have a game on Friday and the boys won’t be there till later.”

“Okay thank you.”

She walked away and you put your books in your locker and headed to class.

The only bright spot of your classes was actually having someone to sit by. Joe made sure to save you a spot in every class, even during lunch. But the school day was soon over and practice was in full swing.

The boys walk out of the locker room during your last run through of the halftime routine. Once Joe saw you he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. His friends took notice.

“Ohhh does Burrow have a crush on the new girl?”

“No, we're just friends.”

“Friends don’t look at friends that way man.” His team mate said then patted his back.

January 2016

Joe and You both ended up at Ohio State, both of you were buckeyes. You made it on the dance team and he was on the football team. Although he was redshirted he showed up to every game and every practice. There you guys met one of your best friends Sam Hubbard. He was part of the football team with Joe. They instantly became friends and Joe introduced him to you and things clicked. The three of us soon became an unbreakable trio. Often spending your weekends together, most of the time you guys just went to get coffee. You guys tried to go to the bar one time, but never again. Joe and Sam would get extremely protective over you, Joe even punched a man who hit on you. Your movie night tradition remained which now included Sam.

Both of them showed up to all of your dance competitions and performances. You showed up to all of their games. But today was a huge day, they both flew out to Florida to support you at nationals.

You were extremely nervous, you couldn’t focus. You were shaking running through the routine in your head over and over again. Joe saw this and knew he needed to help you out.

He ran over to you and gave you a huge hug, upon feeling Joes touch your nervousness faded. Your teammates took notice of your reaction to seeing him.

“Hey, you got this! I’m gonna go sit by Sam but I want you to know that I believe in you.”

He then turns his back and walks over to Sam.

“Wait, are you two together?” Sarah asks, pointing Joe out.

“No, we're just friends.”

“Really? Because friends don’t look at friends' way.”

You sighed, you knew she was right. You did have feelings for Joe but you two could never be together, it just wouldn’t work.

“And friends don’t do what he just did for you. I can tell he loves you.”

You tried to shake the thought from your mind. Joe couldn’t have feelings for you. Could he? No he could have any girl he wanted, he didn’t want you.

August 2018

Today was a rough day, Joe was leaving for LSU, he decided to transfer after being redshirted his entire career at OSU.

“Come visit me, I’d love for you to see me play.”

“I promise I’ll come see a game. If not this season then next season.”

Joe smiles and gives you a hug, once he pulls away he walks to the car. You waited until his car was out of sight then you ran to your room and started crying. Robin noticed and followed you.

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” She said rubbing your back as you continued to cry.

“I think I’m in love with your son, and he doesn’t know I exist in that realm. He thinks of me as his best friend and that’s it.”

Robin knew the two of you loved each other. She had a similar conversation with Joe about a month ago. She couldn���t tell you that though. She just offered you a small smile and continued to comfort you.

First day of school

Today was going to be incredibly tough. You had to walk into school without Joe and Sam. You kept your head down, only paying attention during classes. You walked down the hall until you hit something hard.

“I’m so sorry.” You said keeping your head down.

“No worries. What’s your name?”

“Yeah, Im Y/n. What’s your name?”

“Cody, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“You’re on the football team aren’t you. You look kinda familiar.”

“Yeah, I’m the tight end.”

“We’ll nice to meet you Cody but I gotta go”

“Wait can I maybe get your number?”

You smile and nod, grabbing a post it out of your bag and giving him your number. Then walked away.

It didn’t take long for you two to start dating, Cody was kind and sensitive. You went to every game, although it felt weird supporting a different number than Joes.

You were so busy with Cody you sort of forgot about your promise to Joe. You didn’t visit him and definitely didn’t see a game. But you did continue to call him every night.

After a few months Cody started getting really jealous of your relationship with Joe. He ended up making you block Joe's number. You listened to Cody, you thought you loved him. But by April you were sitting in your dorm crying because he broke your heart.

There was only one person you wanted to text, but you couldn’t bring yourself to text him. You had been avoiding him for a month what would he think if you reached out to him?

So you texted Sam, who responded right away. He came to your dorm with ice cream and movies. You sat and talked for hours, before Sam told you to text Joe.

You called Joe but he didn’t pick up.

Summer before Joes heisman season

Joe came home and didn’t even walk into his house. The first thing he did was go to your house. He let himself in using the hidden key. He was upset and hurt but most of all he was worried about you. Walking up the stairs to your room he heard crying. He opened the door and ran to you and hugged you.

“Shh it’s okay.” He said soothingly while brushing your hair.

“How can you be so nice after what I did to you?”

“Sam filled me in, am I hurt yes. But you are the most important person in my life.”

“I- I didn’t want to but, he made me.”

“Shhh I know, I know.”

You cried harder. You missed Joe so much, you missed his embrace.

“Don’t ever let a man make decisions for you again. You are strong.” He cooed in your ear.

You pulled away and looked him in the eyes.

“Joe?” you asked

“Yeah?”

“Friends don’t look at friends this way.”

“Friends don’t look at friends this way.” He said then kissed you. It was full of passion and need.

Thank you @funnyjb for proof reading ♥️

[mochinomnoms]

Funfacts about PTM Characters!

Still chilling out from finishing my thesis, but I had a few fun facts about the side characters for PTM that I'd thought you'd all enjoy in the meantime! It's gonna include some of the canon characters as well as the ocs!

This includes some very minor, but not story defining, spoilers for PTM so proceed with caution! As a reminder, PTM takes place a school year after the current timeline!

Canon Characters:

Jade and Floyd made bets on who would get together with their crush first during their 3rd year. The loser has to let the winner(s) plan and execute the most humiliating way to confess. Neither twin is winning. Azul is currently winning with his bet of “neither of you will, you cowards.”

Ortho went to most of Idia's classes during his time at NRC, so he was allowed to “skip” repeating those years when becoming an official student by taking a competency exam. However, he is still staying for a year since the test only allows for core classes and not his electives. He's happy to do so, though.

Idia stayed at NRC to complete his internship with the school, much to his disappointment. He works as a Technomage Intern with the college's technology department.

The overblot cast got closer with each other and Yuu than expected over the summer due to Crowley and S.T.Y.X. requiring them to take part in a “summer camp” to monitor them and their health. Leona still hates Malleus though. Malleus is still mostly unaware of this.

Malleus still does not know how to use technology. Sebek and Yuu have a weekly call with him via a looking glass mirror that acts like a video call. Malleus enjoys it very much.

Kalim switched places with Jamil and is now vice housewarden, while Jamil is now housewarden. Neither's families were happy about this, but were shut down by Kalim being surprisingly firm about his decision. To everyone's surprise, Kalim does very well as a vice over a housewarden, though Scarabia has had significantly fewer parties since the switch.

Nearly all the clubs that had the 3rd years as captains/heads had one of the 2nd years take over into their 3rd year. Ruggie is now Spelldrive Captain, Azul is head of the Board Game Club, and the Gargoyle Studies Club is headed by Yuu. The Pop Music Club is also more formalized now, with Kalim as the head. The Science Club and Film Studies have an NPC 3rd year as heads.

Yuu isn't actually that bad at singing as everyone has (and will continue to do so) suggested. Most of the student body had classical training growing up as part of their privileged upbringing, and Yuu has to compete with that.

At least two pairs of canon characters will get together at the end! Guess who tehe.

OC:

Silas likes to eat bugs and regularly digs in the dirt behind Ramshackle to find something crunchy to munch. They did it once in front of Jamil and the poor guy screamed in horror.

Yev became the new Pomefiore housewarden due to being able to produce the best posion, as per tradition. However, he's actually quite bad at being a housewarden and his vice is the one that everyone tends to listen to.

The Salson triplets are from the TWST equivalent of Salem, and have a North easterner accent, similar to Boston I think. Wynfred and Marion mimic English, or Rosarian, accents, but Silas does not.

There are two more mermen in the school, minus the canon cast and two ocs. They aren't important to the story, but their names are Mariano De La Reyes and Benji (last name still pending). They're based off of Marina and Benjamin from the third Little Mermaid movie.

Speaking of mermen, Aspen is a squidmer and is based on the colossal squid. He's about 18 ft long and still growing. Tony is based on a tiger shark, but is the runt of his litter, hence why he's so small.

Tommy, the white rabbit beastmen that was introduced as Riddle's new vice, is notorious for always running late. He never has actually been late to anything due to parkouring everywhere and climbing the castle walls to enter the classrooms through the windows. Floyd learned how to parkour from him. Riddle hates everything about this.

Briefly mentioned in the last chapter was the botany professor, Kallpa. Kallpa is based on Kronk and the uncle of Yev.

Nurse Goethel has a wife and two daughters that she brings with her to family days on campus. The daughters are roughly age 11 and 13 and each time they've come have designated a student as the new person they want to marry. Two years ago it was Leona and Trey, last year it was Azul and Jamil, this year it's Jack and Ortho. There is no reasoning behind their decision, it's all based on vibes.

James has met Jade and Floyd when they were all very young. James was on his Great Aunt's ship, who was meeting with Papa Leech for unknown reasons. James only remembers them due to their heterochromia eyes, but the twins don't remember anything.

Marion has a really strong sense of smell that is on par with the beastmen. He hates Pomefiore because the dorm and students are heavily perfumed and it gives him a migraine.

Yaqub actually has a twin brother that goes to RSA. He thinks it's funny that it turned out that way and they like to shittalk their schools together on the weekends. RSA is much more chaotic and full of troublemakers than NRC realizes.

At least two pairs of the freshmen will get together at the end of PTM, but it will be a surprise as to who!

And that's all! I have more but I think I'll save them for another time!

[hit-song-showdown]

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We have made it through another decade, everyone. As we reach the end of the 1970's, we are also reaching the end of disco. This is something that makes this genre stand out in a historic sense. Because while we've covered many genres tied to their decade (traditional pop with the 50s, doo-wop with the 60s, etc), those didn't necessarily end the moment the decade switched over. We're still in disco's peak (the dance party before the storm), and many of the songs and artists featured on today's poll are still considered classics. Fun fact, the original name for Chic's Le Freak was called Fuck Off!, which in my opinion is the correct way to sing along to it. The song was written after the band couldn't get into Studio 54, the disco hot spot of the 1970's.

Which brings us to the first crumbling pillar that will send disco collapsing. As disco became mainstream, the aesthetics of disco became less about marginalized people surrounding themselves with opulence and luxury as an escape, and more about...the opulent surrounding themselves with more luxury. The communities who had built this subculture were getting priced out of their own hot spots as the upper class and the celebrities flocked to the hot new thing.

But the disco backlash wasn't just marginalized people and disco purists frustrated with the gentrification and commodification of their subculture. In fact, I think it's safe to say that they were the minority. In reality, the disco backlash had two main prongs: the general music-listening public who was sick of hearing disco on every station, and/or bigots who would hate any kind of Black or gay music they heard no matter how commercialized it became.

So, let's talk about Disco Demolition Night.

July 12th, 1979, the rock vs. disco conflict reached its ugliest peak as tens of thousands of people stormed Comiskey Park in Chicago. Disco records were crushed, burned, and even blown up. The event soon broke out into a riot and thankfully no one was killed, but the demonstration still casts an unpleasant shadow over this moment in music history.

I don't want to diminish the ugliness of this event. As Craig Werner, a professor of African American studies at the University of Wisconsin put it:

"The Anti-disco movement represented an unholy alliance of funkateers and feminists, progressives and puritans, rockers and reactionaries. None the less, the attacks on disco gave respectable voice to the ugliest kinds of unacknowledged racism, sexism and homophobia." (A Change Is Gonna Come)

And to quote Chic's Nile Rogers:

"It felt to us like Nazi book-burning. This is America, the home of jazz and rock and people were now afraid even to say the word 'disco'. I remember thinking - we're not even a disco group."

So I don't want to imply that Disco Demolition Night wasn't a shameful moment, because it was. However, it didn't kill disco. I see a lot of music retrospectives use this event as the one climactic moment that killed the genre and forced music itself to change. And I get why; it's an exciting and narratively satisfying conclusion to come to. But I don't want to say that, because I don't want to give Steve Dahl, the anti-disco shock jock radio DJ who organized the event, the credit in taking down an entire subculture.

Commercialization killed disco. White executives and artists cramming disco into everything without appreciating its roots killed disco. Gentrification killed disco. Changing tastes killed disco. Homophobia and racism killed disco. Capitalism killed disco.

A radio DJ and his angry drunk white boy fans storming a baseball stadium didn't kill disco. But it was the symptom of a disease that was already coursing through the system.

And despite the genre's historic death, disco would actually continue to live on past this decade in a variety of ways. Much like most other genres, disco was able to change and evolve with the times -- it just couldn't do so under the "disco" label as even the name itself became poison.

Also, as I said I keep these polls focused on the U.S. charts because that's where I'm from so I have a better understanding of the musical and historic context. However, it seems like disco's death was mostly contained to this country. When I glance at the various European charts (and any European followers can feel free to correct me), disco didn't seem to drop off in the same way. This will become relevant when we cover some of the European crossovers in a few decades.

So as we celebrate/mourn the end of the seventies with its last dance party, we can all come together and agree that whether you're a rock fan or a disco fan, at least most of your music has aged better than talk radio.

See you all in the 80's.

[peaches2217]

🥶

🥶 Cold

Sunlight

~~~

Winter was slow in the Beanbean Kingdom.

Perhaps it shouldn’t have surprised Luigi. The Beanish people were some strange mix of mammalian and plant matter, meaning their body temperature, already low by human standards, fluctuated with the changing of seasons. Sunlight was something they not only thrived in, but required to remain fully functional.

Everything from ramshackle huts to the Grand Palace itself were structured to let in as much of it as possible for as many hours as possible, and nights were almost surreal in their hush once that sunlight was gone. Their peak festival and harvest seasons lay between late spring and early autumn, and even when the air was frigid, they would drag themselves outside bundled in fifteen layers of sweaters and scarves just to feel the sun on their faces.

And when the sun wasn’t out in the dead of winter, well, nothing got done at all.

Yes, the more he thought about it, the less surprising the slow winters were. What did surprise him was how deeply he enjoyed the tedium anyway.

“Regale me again with tales of your winter holidays,” Peasley moped. He bustled about the castle without pause, tending to the innumerable flowers that brought color and oxygen into its bleak halls with hands that shook constantly. All morning he had paced as he read through papers and notes that needed his attention, and when he was forced to stop and provide a signature or write down his thoughts, he’d bounced on his toes like an impatient toddler until he could move once more. His duties complete, he now did everything in his power to create work for himself, all in the hopes of staying just a bit warmer.

This was routine, Luigi had quickly learned. The crown prince didn’t have the luxury of waiting out the winter in one comfortable, secure spot. He yearned to be a successor in his mother’s image, productive and proactive in all areas of life, and that meant he couldn’t shoulder his responsibilities off to her or Lady Lima, and he certainly couldn’t leave them for more tolerable weather.

He was very proud of his own resolve, never passing up an opportunity to brag about how humble and selfless a leader he was… until the first day winter’s chill became strong enough to reach their bed. “Save me, my love,” he’d groaned into Luigi’s chest, and Luigi had promised with a soft laugh that he’d do his best.

“Which holiday do you wanna hear about?” he asked, following on his husband’s heels. It was good exercise, he had to admit, chasing him around all day. Not too exhaustive or overstimulating. Just enough to keep the blood flowing and the joints moving.

Peasley’s trembling hands knocked over a vase on an extensive table. It clunked harmlessly onto its side. “The one where your mother forced a great bird into the oven,” he requested as he realigned the vase. Luigi snickered. Mundane traditions always sounded so much more exciting when Peasley rephrased them.

“Well!” he started. And just for theatrics’ sake, he clapped his hands together and waited a breath or two before continuing. “When we were in the fifth grade, Mario and I decided we were gonna surprise our mom by making Thanksgiving dinner all by ourselves. Bird and everything.”

He must have babbled on about all of them a thousand times, those small but noisy and vibrant Thanksgivings and Christmases and New Years in a little apartment in Brooklyn. He knew for a fact he’d told this story at least twice. Yet the tension and discomfort melted from Peasley’s face as he recounted the disaster that was two ten-year-olds trying to cook a whole turkey; he grinned and gasped and laughed so hard that he wiped tears from his eyes, as though he were hearing it all again for the first time.

When he wasn’t fiddling with the flowers, Peasley’s hand found Luigi’s and squeezed tightly. His skin was cool to the touch even during the hottest summer days. In the winter, it was almost enough to sap all of Luigi’s body heat. But he gave what he had anyway, and sometimes it was enough to allow Peasley a break from his busybodying. In those moments, he would relax his hold and press their sides together briefly, and then he was on the move once more.

And this was how Luigi spent his first winter in the Beanbean Kingdom: following his husband, entertaining him, and keeping him warm, every single day. Perhaps it sounded dull or even overwhelmingly repetitious. To Luigi, it was heaven. 

He wasn’t sure how much it actually helped, but it saw Peasley through until they could retire to their quarters and take more drastic measures to stay warm, and he took pleasure in that.

That night, those drastic measures involved curling up on the couch with three fluffy blankets, two giant mugs of hot cocoa, and Season 13 of DegrasSoy on DVD. Peasley’s small but well-built frame fit so perfectly in Luigi’s arms. Holding him near as his shivering subsided felt as natural as growing facial hair, as natural as breathing itself.

Four episodes in, Peasley broke the amiable silence in their dark room.

“I don’t know if I’ve thanked you.” His normally boisterous voice softened, a tenderness only Luigi got to hear from him. “For keeping me warm.”

Luigi chuckled at that, pulling him in even closer. Peasley was in his lap now, both having abandoned their empty mugs two episodes earlier to twine their arms around one another. Come to think of it, had he even been watching? His head was turned in the direction of the TV, but he hadn’t seemed as invested as he usually was in trashy daytime television. 

“You thank me every night, mio caro,” Luigi reminded him. Peasley, already a classic romantic, became extra sentimental when he was comfortable and tired. It never got old.

“No, I mean… during the day.” In the light cast from the TV, he watched Peasley close his eyes and smile. “I don’t know how I ever survived a winter without you.”

“Oh, come on. All I do is talk and hold your hand!”

“No, no, it’s so much more than that.” Once more Peasley opened his eyes, and this time he fixed them on Luigi; they were heavy not with sleep, but with love, so much love that Luigi felt a bit dizzy. 

“Your voice alone is a driving force,” he continued. “It reminds me that this winter will come to an end, just like every other winter before it. Before you, it always felt… endless. But you, my dear — you’re sunlight in living flesh. And I would live through a hundred consecutive winters without complaint so long as I could spend each of them with you.”

A lump formed in Luigi’s throat. Oh, the things he could promise this man — he had little to his name outside of these castle walls, but it was all his, always, and always would be.

“On second thought—” Peasley drew away suddenly, pursing his lips in thought, and suddenly that air of amorous devotion popped like a flimsy soap bubble. “No, I would absolutely complain. Constantly and fervently. That’s too much suffering to go through in silence. But!” And then he drew back in, grinning at the startled laughter his sudden shift in demeanor had evoked from Luigi. “I would endure it still, knowing my hero would be there to keep me warm.”

“You’re so dramatic,” Luigi snorted. He wanted to kiss him until neither of them could breathe.

“Darling, do you underestimate me?” Peasley gasped. “I can be so much more dramatic.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh, Luigi!” Luigi’s laughter renewed as Peasley sprawled out in his lap, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead in a mock-faint. “I’m so terribly cold, Luigi! I beg of you, relieve me of this torture!”

A hiccup escaped Luigi’s throat, and he took a moment to gasp for air before diving in. “Oh, no!” he cried, twisting himself so that they could face one another without falling off of the couch. “Don’t worry, I’ll save you!”

Peasley joined in on his mirth as Luigi scooped him close, as close as they could physically be. “Oh, my hero,” he called out, pulling at all three of their blankets until they were completely enveloped in soft fabric, “my hero!”

Their show continued until it reached the looping main screen once more, but they were too preoccupied to pay it any mind.

[13thpythagoras]

favorite ancient Greek philosopher after Pythagoras? Just curious

-@new-hampshire-real

I'm gonna have to go with Heraclitus, given that Socrates was Plato's sea lioning sock puppet and Plato was highly problematic. I actually need to learn more about Heraclitus, but he was a fave of one of my favorite modern philosophers, Nietzche, via this relevant write up:

""Nietzsche's Archetypal Philosophers: Pythagoras (the Religious Reformer), Heraclitus (the Solitary Searcher), and Socrates (the Eternal Investigator)

In the summer of 1872, Nietzsche taught a seminar under the curious and defiant title of “Pre-Platonic Philosophers with Interpretations of Selected Fragments”. The central thesis of the course was deliberately unorthodox, as it defied the traditional historiographic division between presocratic and postsocratic philosophers. Nietzsche, in contrast, believed that Socrates was the last philosopher of a tradition that ended (ironically) with Plato. This paragraph expounds the main argument of Nietzsche's lectures:

Now it remains to be explained why I am considering “pre-Platonic” philosophers as a group and not pre-Socratics. Plato is the first grand mixed character both in his philosophy and in his philosophical typology. Socratic, Pythagorean, and Heraclitean elements unite in his theory of the Ideas: it should not, without further qualification, be called an original conception. Also, as a human being he possesses the traits of a regally proud Heraclitus; of the melancholy, secretive, and legislative Pythagoras; and of the reflective dialectician Socrates. All subsequent philosophers are of this sort of mixed philosophical type. In contrast, this series of pre-Platonics presents the pure and unmixed types, in terms of philosopheme [sic] as well as of character. Socrates is the last in this series. Whoever wishes to do so may call them all “one sided.” In any case, they are genuine “discoverers.” For all those afterward, it became infinitely easier to philosophize. They [the pre-Platonics] had to find the path from myth to laws of nature, from image to concept, from religion to science. (p. 5)

By the summer of 1872, Nietzsche had already published The Birth of Tragedy (January 1872) and had therefore become a problematic figure in classical studies:

I am lecturing on the Libation Bearers to 6 students at the University, to 10 students on the pre-Platonic philosophers. It’s pathetic! Our worthy colleagues are still silent about mv writing; they don't make so much as a sound. (letter to Edwin Rhode)

This testimony from a student is very revealing:

Nietzsche was giving a sort of introduction to Platonic philosophy. He let the so-called pre-Platonic philosophers pass before my inner eve in a series of fascinating personalities. Since he also quoted them directly, he read slowly and let the deep thoughts in their statements penetrate all the more into my spirit. They moved along grandly and majestically, like a shining cloud… But one of those lofty forms detached itself with clearer profile from that dissolving flow. Here the lecturer's voice also was overcome by a gentle trembling, expressing a most intimate interest in his subject matter: Heraclitus!!! I will never forget how Nietzsche characterized him. If not that lecture, at least what he had to say about the sage of Ephesus will be found among his posthumous papers. I always feel a shudder of reverence when I think of the moving end of that lecture. Words of Heraclitus! According to Nietzsche they summed up the innermost motive of the Ionian philosopher's thought and intention (and his own?). He drew a breath in order to pronounce the sentence. It resounded then fully in the harmonious tones of the Greek original text. More tonelessly yet understandably in German. Nietzsche folded the pages of his manuscript together as he said: “I sought myself!” (p. XLI)

The young Nietzsche found a great predecessor in Heraclitus. Nevertheless, I suspect Nietzsche would later find himself in the other two. But let us first read what he meant by this “philosophical typology”:

We must designate these three as the purest paradigms: Pythagoras, Heraclitus, and Socrates — the wise man as religious reformer; the wise man as proud, solitary searcher after truth; and the wise man as the eternal investigator of all things. (p. 58)

PYTHAGORAS: THE RELIGIOUS REFORMER

We detect in him the religious reformer; it is absolutely certain that he shared the doctrine of the transmigration of the soul and certain religious observances with the Orphics, [although] Aristotle and Aristoxenus know of no physical and ethical doctrines. He seeks spirituality in the more profound significance of the long worshiped chthonic gods. He teaches to conceive earthly existence as punishment for a prior transgression. According to one account, a human being is reborn eternally in ever-new bodies. Piety, practiced in secret ceremonies, to which his entire life complies by holy customs, is able to extract one from the circle of eternal Becoming. (p. 47)

HERACLITUS: THE PROUD SOLITARY SEARCHER OF TRUTH

What we have seen from his political behavior shows us every characteristic of his life: the highest form of pride, from a certainty of belief in the truth as grasped by himself alone. He brings this form, by its excessive development, into a sublime pathos by involuntary identification of himself with his truth. Concerning such human beings, it is important to understand that we are hardly able even to imagine them; in itself, all striving after knowledge of his essence is unsatisfactory, and for this reason his regal air of certainty [Überzeugheit] and magnificence is something nearly unbelievable. We observe the entirely different form of a superhuman [übermenschlich] self-glorification with Pythagoras and Heraclitus: the former certainly considered himself an incarnation of Apollo and acted with religious dignity, as Empedocles records. The self-glorification of Heraclitus contains nothing religious; he sees outside himself only error, illusion, an absence of knowledge — but no bridge leads him to his fellow man, no overpowering [übermachtig] feeling of sympathetic stirring binds them to him. We can only with difficulty imagine the feelings of loneliness that tore through him: perhaps his style makes this most obvious, since he himself [uses language that] resembles the oracular proverbs and the language of the Sibyls. (p. 55)

SOCRATES: THE ETERNAL INVESTIGATOR OF ALL THINGS

He is a self-taught ethicist; from him proceeds a moral flood, an incredible force of will [Willenskraft] directed toward an ethical reform. That is his single interest: “Whatso'er is good or evil in an house.” What is most remarkable about this moral reform, however […], is the means. The means, knowledge (ἐπιστῆμη), distinguishes him! Knowledge as the path to virtue differentiates his philosophical character: dialectic as the single path, induction (ἐπαγωγικοὶ λὀγοι) and definition (ὁρἰζεσθαι). The struggle against desire, drives, anger, and so on directs itself against a deep-lying ignorance (ἀμαθἰα). He is the first philosopher of life (Lebensphilosoph, and all schools deriving from him are first of all philosophies of life (Lebensphilosophien). A life ruled by thought! Thinking serves life, while among all previous philosophers life had served thought and knowledge: here the proper life appears as a purpose; there proper knowledge [is seen as] the highest. (p. 144-5)

I wrote this post because I suspect Nietzsche later realised that he, like Plato, had also become a “grand mix character”. (This might explain the powerful ambivalence Nietzsche felt towards the Athenian). Like Pythagoras, Nietzsche sought "spirituality in the more profound significance of the long worshiped chthonic gods" — not in vain is Zarathustra's main commandment "Remain faithful to the Earth". Like Pythagoras, Nietzsche would postulate a "circle of eternal Becoming" (yet a very different one). Nietzsche's rebellion against any form of metaphysics does contain undertones and fervors that seem "religious" (in the rhetoric of Zarathustra) and the fiery ambition of a "Reformation", his "campaign against morality". (Ecce Homo)

Like Heraclitus, Nietzsche would find that "no bridge leads him to his fellow man, no overpowering feeling of sympathetic stirring binds them to him." In other words, he would also find a great (but painful) solitude in his renunciation of pity. What Nietzsche wrote about Heraclitus would also be written about him: "We can only with difficulty imagine the feelings of loneliness that tore through him". Like Heraclitus, Nietzsche would indulge in a rhetoric that "resembles the oracular proverbs and the language of the Sibyls" in his Zarathustra. Nietzsche's prophet and his eagle would also convey "the highest form of pride, from a certainty of belief in the truth as grasped by himself alone."

Finally, like Socrates, Nietzsche's works from Human, All Too Human and Daybreak onwards would strive after a "philosophy of life" driven by "an incredible force of will directed toward an ethical reform. That is his single interest". In hindsight, Nietzsche's Pre-Platonic lectures were the programatic blueprint of an ambitious philosophical project that would occupy him for the rest of his life.""

[diary-of-my-life]

To start this off, hi i am Moon and this is my first diary entry. This is gonna be a longgg one, my apologies in advance.

(TW // suicide attempt , blood , hospital, cancer)

Recently my friends and i got in a kinda rough patch and I am not sure how to go on from this. Our friendship has what most would consider a complicated past and well, that past still haunts me, every summer. This friend group contained of 5 people: Zoe, Nick, Melissa, Jason and me.

Zoe and Nick became very quickly close friends. When they were together they had this talent of leaving others out. Eventually Nick had to move and ghosted us and even Zoe for about half a year. In the meantime Melissa and Jason realised they had feelings for eachother and started dating. Doing the same thing as Zoe and Nick by leaving everyone out once they were together.

So in this group there were 2 duo's and then there was me, alone. Feeling so ignored and left out I decided to leave the friend group. And that was it for 2 years. After 2 years Zoe, Jason and Melissa reached out to me and apologised for everything that happened. They also told me about some promise we made 2 years ago and if i would like the keep on to that promise. I decided to keep on to the promise and the 5 of us met up. We had a blast. And though Nick wasn't a part of the group anymore I became friends with the other 3 again.

In the time we were apart Zoe, Jason and Melissa had made some new friends. And the 7 of them made this tradition of traveling together each summer. At first they promised that the next time i could join, but the new friends were against this. I dont blame them, since i barely know them, but it did hurt. I was so excited to join the next time and now i couldnt. I got really depressed over it and felt lonely. While my friends were having the time of their life, i was laying alone in bed.

This year it was almost the same story. They had the time of their lives and I was alone. Only this time i felt as if my life was falling apart in the meantime. On the first day of their vacation, my sibling attempted to unalive themselves (they are still alive to this day, not to worry). I had to wake up that day to my mother calling me asking if I could bring her wallet to the hospital. While i was looking everywhere for the wallet I walked into the room where it happened. As I saw the bedsheets covered in blood, I couldn't breathe anymore and had a panic attack. Eventually i got to the hospital and my mom realised that she had forgotten her wallet in the bathroom. She was so in shock, that she didn't even remember going to the bathroom. Dementia runs in my family and now i was getting quite worried about my mom too. Depression also runs in my family and a few days later my parents had to rush to my uncle, cause people reported that he was looking quite ill as well as his dog. My uncle was trying the slow attempt by just laying in bed, not eating, not doing anything. I also found out that my aunt apparently has cancer, for a while now, my parents just never bothered to tell me. I'm not sure i can blame em with everything that had been going on. On top of all that, i also got fired and gotten behind on some payments.

I was suffering, stressing and in pain, and my friends weren't there. I know this wasn't in their control, but it still hurts. Not only were they just not there, they were all on this great vacation together, that i wasn't welcome at. It's ironic how i left cause i felt left out, only to come back and feel left out again, every summer. When they came back we had a video call together. In this I said that I just didn't wanna hear about the vacation at all, since it still hurts me that i am left out. They accepted that, but still there were times where they either on purpose, or accidentally slipped up and spoke about it. I messaged them about it clarifying that i still don't wanna hear about it, cause it hurts me. Melissa and Jason responded with a heart, but Zoe just completely ignored it. Later she expressed on twitter about feeling angry and annoyed. I figured it was about this, since she was the only one that didn't respond. I got upset that she got mad at me for expressing my hurt and boundaries. So I made an angry tweet too.

Later on Melissa messaged me, asking what it's about. I explained it to her, to which she responded that she agreed with Zoe's annoyance. This turned into a discussion and now I haven't talked to either Zoe or Melissa for quite some days. I believe Jason and I are still fine, he kinda gets where I'm coming from.

Right now I'm not sure what to do. The last message between Melissa and i, was from me and she ignored that. I've been kinda waiting for either Melissa or Zoe to say something but they haven't yet. I've mostly been thinking that maybe I need some distance. I'm not quite sure if i can get over this vacation depression. Every year i get reminded of all our history and still being left out, is making it very hard for me to move on from all that.

We've made some nice memories the past year, but our needs aren't aligned. I need friends that make me feel wanted and not like a burden, and i feel like they need a friend that is less sensitive. I can't give them that. It feels selfish to stay friends knowing that every summer i will get more depressed because of this and out my hurt through anger. Even if we stay close friends, this friendship feels like a ticking time bomb. I feel like a ticking time bomb. A bomb filled with depression, hurt and anger, that is someday gonna explode over this.

[lilacwineandthesinkingsun]

Sweeter than honey... Part 6 (Final part)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Summary: You're a close friend to the modern!Ragnarssons, and when you find yourself in a bad place they help. Even if it's finding a new room to rent, or your sex-life.

Masterlist

Such a pretty little thing. - said Ubbe as you slept peacefully on the couch.

It was 3 am of your wedding night. It was a small ceremony in the gardens of the mansion. You are now Bjorn's wife, an lover of the rest of the brothers. Your wedding dress falls around you prettily, as the rest of your men gather around you, all with sweet loving faces.

-She sure is. - says Bjorn, crouching beside you, kissing you awake.

You smile at them as your vision clears a bit, sleepiness still fogging your half drunk mind. Especially as you feel numerous hands caress your body at the same time. It was a traditional viking wedding, you all also drank a potion made with some herbs, the old sagas saying it would help consummate the marriage, help with siring a child. Your breath hitched as you watched them all drink it. Then it was as if nothing had happened. You all ate, danced, drank. Then you fell asleep. And then there you were, under the hands of your hungry men, soft whimpers escaping your lips. Your eyes closed, letting the sensations eat you whole. But then a hand came to your neck, squeezing lightly, making you moan out.

-Keep your eyes on me sweetheart. - said Ubbe. You clenched around nothing as another slowly rid you of your underwear.

There was a thrilling difference between having your eyes closed and not knowing who touches where, and staring into Ubbe's hungry eyes as you did not know who touched where. You were sure there would be a puddle of your slick on the couch already and they havent really done anything. He let go of your throat and you were already missing the gentle squeeze as you kept looking at him, mind foggy cause of the potion. Soon enough Bjorn made you sit up, kissing you as Ivar and Hvitserk cut the dress off of you, leaving you clad naked kneeling in the middle of the couch, back arched, head turned back so you could keep your eyes on Ubbe's, he helped you again by holding your throat, as the rest of them shuffled around. Hvitserk caressed your body, while Bjorn sucked mark on your breasts, as Ivar laid between your legs, making you sit on his face.

A moan left you, making Ubbe chuckle. You were always so sensitive, let alone after this potion.

-You're in for a long night baby. - Ubbe whispered on your lips as he kissed you, taking your breath away. Your orgasm approached as fast as a summer storm came and go.

-Ubbe. - you whined, making Ivar slap your butt, pushing you further down on him. You came with a scream, and he helped you ride out your high. When your breathing came back to almost normal, he slid out from under you, grabbing a hold of your, making you look at him before he kissed you making you taste yourself on his tongue. One hand circling your clit, another sinking into your hole.

-I'm quite offended you forgot who made you cum sweetheart. - he tsk tsk-ed teasingly. Tears filled your eyes, muttering the smallest little sorry . -Its okay sweets, you can make it better. - he said undressing before you, the head of his member spreading pre-cum on your lips as you moaned. Ubbe took a handful of your hair now, making you take Ivar in your mouth The others still fingering you. Lubing up your whole body. His member twiched on your tongue, making you moan, sending vibrations through him. His thrusts became sloppier, then Ubbe forced you fully down on him, as he came down your throat with a groan.

-Good girl. - he said, caressing your jaw.

-She still likes that - said Hvitserk pumping himself a few times, before making you kneel sideways, facing Bjorn before he entered you slowly. As Hvitty slowly eased in and out of you, your nose nudged the ever growing bulge in Bjorn's pants.

-You can suck sweetheart, but no making me cum. I wanna make sure my seed stays. Gonna have you round and full of my kid. - he growled. You clenched around Hvitserk, your orgasm fast approaching again as you started to suck on Bjorn, determined to make him cum at least once. You wanted kids just not right away, thankfully you were on the pill. All while Ivar and Ubbe worked on fingering your tight hole, opening you up. When they inserted a small but powerful vibrator you came almost instatly, soaking Hvitserk and the couch, head coming to rest on Bjorn's thigh. All of them chuckling as you try to toss and turn, trying to get Hvitserk t o pull out, the vibrations sending you spiraling. Anything they asked, you just moaned and whined. You were already too cockdrunk to form senteces. when Hvitserk filled you up, Ivar sat down, gathering you on top of him, your back to his chest as he slowly eased into your asshole, not moving, letting you get used to the fullness. After a few thrusts, you felt a tongue lap at your clit with a chuckle. Then a slap over your abused pussy, making you scream out before Ubbe entered you slowly. You had never felt so full, let alone when they both started moving, Hvitserk standing on the side, making you suck him clean. Bjorn just watched from the side. He'll save the best for last. You don't remember how many times had you came, you couldn't even moan anymore, just took it. Cum leaking from every part of you, and yet you never felt more adored, more content. Hickeys all over, sweat and cum mixing, sticking you all to eachother before they came again. They kissed you slowly before handing over to Bjorn. He kissed you sweetly.

-My little dumb, cumdump wife.. Come let's get you cleaned up. - he said bringing you to the shower. You sighed when the hot water of the shower hit your tired skin, but oh did he have other plans. He lifted you up, easing you on his cock, impaling you.

-Bjorn.. too-too much - you whined making him chuckle.

-Gotta take it baby, gotta make you round. - he said lovingly as he started to trust in and out.

-'m on the pill Bj.. - you tried to say but he kissed you passionately, not telling you his secret just yet.

-We're gonna move here together, you won't have to work, you'll just be here all pretty and ready for us.. whenever we want.. we love you so much.. we'll take care of you baby.. - he cood and all you could do was moan his name and nod, agreeing.. To what? You didn't even know anymore. You didn't care anymore.

After he dried you off, he took you to his bed, spooning you.

-You're gonna warm my cock while we sleep don't you sweetheart? - he asked.

-Mmm.. yes please. - you whined, making him chuckle darkly.

He slowly fucked you until you came around him loudly, almost passing out, then he came deep inside of you, but not pulling out.

-No moving baby, gotta keep my cum deep inside of you now. - he said leaning closer to your ear, knowing you wouldn't protest at this state anyways, you couldn't even move even if you wanted to. -We switched your pill when you first stayed with me. - he said, your foggy mind hearing but not understanding.

In the morning you woke up sore, happy, and already moaning. Wait what? - you almost jumped, but hands caught you.

-It's okay baby. s just me. - said Bjorn in a low voice.

-T-too much.. - you said as he thrusted into you in an unforgiving pace.

-Gonna breed you.. - the other's can't wait for their turns hun.. - he said chuckling darkly. This was new, you never new he could be dark, yet sexy. When he finished, he took your limp body, tying your hands to the bedpost with a soft silk cloth.

They took turns coming into the room, you were crying, overstimulated when Ubbe came in last. He took off the ties, washing you, carrying you over to the living room where they all waited for you with food, snacks, a movie. You smiled as he put you in the middle, all had touching you at least with a finger.

-You're all menaces. - you whispered, making them laugh out loud.

[crazyexshipper]

After a lot of discussions on the snowbaird discord I was thinking about this particular au, and decided to share over here too

I hate ff with imaginary kids, but for some reason, snowbaird kids are very appealing to me. Snow and his granddaughter are so interesting dynamic

In this situation, snow is a better person, duel to the influence of Sejanus good nature and fortune (pa brought them back to the capital, and died like two years after), the fortune is shared with snow under the promise that he ends the dictator government (like Plutarch they're gonna end it from inside out). Snow is still dr Gaul protege, but in an infiltrate type of thing

Snow and Lucy gray keep their rs going through letters, (she stays in the district, for obvious reasons), also under the promise he's gonna end the hg.

After 5 years, snow as any other politics is still very greed, and now has a good position in the system (he killed Gaul), being able to bring Lucy gray to the capitol (they are together working to end the hg), they married, have one kid, very alike snow.

After another year, there's the second child, my Katniss look alike. She has Lucy gray features, but snow personally (his favorite, of course).

For choosing their children's name, they made a bet: the one whose genes are a winner gets to pick the name, so is Lucy gray turn

Following the covey tradition the girl's name is Corinna Daffodil. Based upon the color summer daffodil and the poem "Corinna's going a-maying", about the May day celebration, the delights of life and seize the day with your lover

In this tradition kids go pick flowers and they celebrate the spring season (a nod to Katniss, she's not gonna be the face of revolution, but somehow it's gonna be here)

This kid is the reason that snow is fully convinced. Another five years passes and he is able to change the system, now a democracy. He's the most prominent figure and became the president, but now a good one, because he has Sejanus and Lucy gray by his side

Corinna's name also represents the end of winter (snow and his bad bad side), and the celebration of the new season. Spring, a time that brings hope (aka the new government)

The other kids are gonna have daddy issues and some siblings rivalry (because I like that 🤣).

I think it's really fun to think about the angst in snowbaird rs. Snow almost left himself going to the bad side, because it's easier for him to get power, Lucy gray doubling snow's intentions. How they gonna hide their rs until snow has a good position, the tricks and turns they made to fool people in the capitol, etc.

[entropy-shelby]

Good News and Bad News

Cw: identity crisis and probably impossible physics (?) maybe, idk.

It's a warm morning when the news comes over the lines. A treaty has been signed, the War is over and Entropy can feel the excitement and relief that's buzzing among the soldiers. The good news means they'll be returning to their homes and their families.

Most of the soldiers would be sent back to Britain, the others going wherever they came from. Whenever they were around him, Entropy would offer a smile and a congratulations and listen to them ramble about the family they'll be returning to. He was glad for them, he really was, but the good news came with some bad news for himself.

With the end of the War comes the end of his purpose. The Colonel had already told him once the soldiers were all on boats back to their homes, he'd be shut off and stored away, potentially never turned on again unless another war arises and they need inhuman soldiers.

He'd served his purpose, he should be happy, but some strange bitterness has settled in his core. Sure he didn't have a heart or a brain in the traditional human sense, but he was sentient, he had emotions, despite how hard he tried to ignore and deny them. It all seemed so bittersweet.

Week by week, the soldiers became less and less in the camp, no more fights and no more need for the medics. Until it was just himself and about thirty of the soldiers on the base. It'll be abandoned in another week or so. Entropy found himself sitting on a crate behind the now empty stables, staring out at the stretch of land behind their camp. He had a lot to think about before they packed him up for good.

The Shelby brothers' voices can be heard approaching and Entropy doesn't attempt to straighten up, they've become good friends over the last couple years. They sit on other crates on either side of him, his frame looking less human than usual because of the summer uniform. Arthur brings the smell of alcohol with him, which explains his more than jovial behaviour and half adjusted stumbling. Entropy could almost laugh, if this wouldn't be one of the last interactions he has with them.

Arthur is happily talking about seeing their Aunt Polly and sister Ada and brother Finn. Tommy corrects Arthur every now and again when he retells stories with the wrong details and Entropy is struck yet again by just how much he's going to miss them and their company.

"So, you've been awfully quiet," Arthur says, slinging his long arm over Entropy's shoulders, "You know where we're heading back to. So, where are you heading to after this?" His words are slurred but they might as well have echoed as they hit his audio receptors.

"I don't have anywhere to go. They're gonna put me in storage," he says, trying to make it sound as nonchalant as he can manage. It was just a fact of life and he'd have to put up with it. The silence stretched on though and Entropy realised both brothers were now staring at him somberly.

"What do you mean by 'put you in storage'?" Tommy asked, voice level but careful, as if he's interrogating someone. Arthur's grip on his shoulders tightened somewhat, not that it could hurt him, but Entropy noticed it anyway.

"I mean, my purpose has been fulfilled. I was to serve in the war as an inhuman third party. Now the war is over and that purpose has been served. They no longer have use for me, so I'm going to be shut off and put away until they need me again, if they ever need me again." He hadn't noticed during his explanation but he'd been letting off heavy steam that coagulated in almost drops on his vents and cheeks, giving the impression that he may be crying, if he even could.

Another heavy moment passes, Arthur no longer so jovial and loud, almost as if it sobered him up a bit.

"No," Tommy says, like he's giving a command.

"What do you mean 'no'?" Entropy asks, perplexed.

"I mean, No. You aren't being put away," Tommy expounds.

"I agree with him. They can't just shut you off, you're as human as we are! Even if you're made of metal!" Arthur makes his point by knocking against Entropy's metal shoulder, causing a clink and clang.

"I think I know how we could sneak you out," Tommy says from beside him, now leaning slightly against him. Arthur shakes him slightly, laughing like he knows something Entropy would never understand, and he goes along with the movement.

***

That's how Entropy finds himself carefully folding his long limbs and body into Tommy's trunk. Tommy and Arthur had packed both of their things away in Arthur's trunk somehow to clean Tommy's out for Entropy.

"Are you sure about this?" He questions as he tucks his knees and hips into a more solid position so he won't be shaken around more than he needs to be.

"Completely," Tommy says, looking somewhat smug as he rolls his and Arthur's winter jackets up in a makeshift pillow.

Entropy shrugs and tucks his shoulders into the metal trunk, bending his back at an odd angle. He's thankful he can't have joint pain in times like these.

Tommy places the makeshift pillow in the corner of the trunk between Entropy's shoulder and the edge. Entropy reluctantly rests his head on the jackets and allows his joints to lock and relax.

Somehow they have made him fit into the box. He sighs a final heavy plume of steam before starting his shut down sequence. He'd explained to them how to switch him back on once the time comes and now they just have to wait and see if they get away with this.

"We'll switch you back on once we get to Small Heath, trust me," Tommy explains. It's the last thing Entropy hears before he loses consciousness completely. He hopes they are right.

-TBC-

[geekgroovepod]

Via Lollapalooza! Chicago's 20 year Tradition returns this summer with spectacular lineup.

I am a huge believer in music unites people. It doesn't matter what walks of life you come from, what job you have, what education you gotten, so on and so forth. One thing is for certain, music heals.

Which is why I am over the moon about this years Lollapalooza lineup, which is also the 20 year anniversary of being here in Chicago, IL. Moving back in time for Lolla is perfect timing, as I missed the summertime Chi while I was living in California.

With the announcement of the line up dropping at 10am today, lets take a look at a few of my favorite artist and artists that I am looking forward to see.

SZA: I am SUPPPPPER excited to see her again! (I say again, because I'm going to Gazebo Fest in Louisville. Shoutout to Jack Harlow 100000%)

Tyler, the Creator: I LOVEEEE Tyler, I seen him at Lolla in 2021 and I had a blast. The section of the crowd that I was in wasn't really lively but, still it was really fun! I cannot wait to see him again!

The Killers: I love their music and I have never seen them live so this is a great opportunity to see them. I cannot wait to sing Mr. Brightside with my whole chest.

Future x Metro Boomin: First of all, I'm not the biggest fan of Future's personality but he does make really fire music. Metro Boomin is an amazing producer who is iconic on the beats so this is going to be a fire set.

Hozier: I geeked about this and I just gotten into his music recently, so I am super prepared to cry my eyes out.

Stray Kids: I not the hugest fan of Kpop, but I'm absolutely excited to see them live for the first time. Kpop has started to be add to Lollas line up as, J-Hope from BTS was the first Korean artist to headline lolla, while Tomorrow x Tomorrow became the first Kpop group to headline Lolla. History is being made and I am excited to witness this!

Victoria Monet: It Girl, That girl, she gonna kill it. Nuff said.

Zedd: I was suposed to see him this year! I am so happy to get the chance to see him again!

Dominic Fike: Awesome artist, great voice, and is a fire preformer!

Sexyy Red: "It's Sexyy!" I'm so excited to see her

Benson Boone: Met him when I saw Alex Warren sweetest guy ever.

Vince Staples: Fire, and his show on Netflix is amazing. *Watch it*

Kesha: Comeback Queen. I am so excited to see her preform.

There is alot more great artist I'm excited to see, like Flo, Raye, Tate Mcrae, Conan Gray, Huddy and more.

Lollapalooza 2024 is August 1-4 in Grant Park in Chicago, IL. Tickets go live on Presale March 21st from 10am- 12pm CT and 12pm CT with a price increase.

I hope to see you all in Grant Park this August, and keep it locked on Geek Groove Pod for all the music festival news and updates!

[flipwizardstarlight]

@ladytauria I AM SO GLAD YOU ARE ALL EARS BECAUSE BRO HAVE I GOT SOME THOUGHTS FOR YOU

Okay so starting a little disconnected from the jaytim thing (also gonna put it under a cut cause this got LONG)

my favotire Tarot card is death.

I have a whole plan for a big ass tattoo of the death tarot card that has persephone as the titular figure ("but wait!" You may be thinking, "what about Hades!" Well just wait and let me explain), it will be split down the middle, on one side of her will be the scenery of spring and summer in a forest, green and growing and full of life, and the other side will be the underworld/winter, dead trees and desolation. Her outfit will also be slipt down the middle, the side corresponding to spring will be colored and styled as the queen of the underworld (blood red and black and grey, skulls, a crown of thorns, etc. Powerful and dangerous). The one corresponding to winter will be styled with greens and soft fabrics befitting the goddess of springtime. Because death is both an ending and a beginning. Death as a trot card is the ending of a phase that leads into something new, it is rebirth, it is cycles, a reminder that for every end there is a new beginning too.

(Hades would be the hermit, send tweet)

So you have the goddess of spring, of new growth, who is also intrinsically linked to decay and death, you cannot have one without the other, hence her place on the death card.

Hades may technically rule death but his domain is STRICTLY the underworld side of it, persephone speaks to both sides. Tim has never died so his associations are only the one side but Jason? Jason has BOTH.

Stepping to the side AGAIN but i SWEAR IT COMES BACK AROUND

Went on a whole ass rant in the tags of a post the other day that was more geared towards danny phantom crossover content but holds true to how i feel about Jason and goes right alongside this: I think making it so he stops killing or stops being a crime lord is a damn shame and waters down the aspects of his character and relationships with the other characters that i personally find most interesting. Because part of that dualistic nature comes from how deeply he cares and loves the world and the city and the people around him while still being so capable of such violence. I think blaming his actions entirely on the pit does the same thing. Yeah, he was kinda out of his mind but those actions were still /his/ and i think he should be allowed to be so deeply flawed while still being so compellingly good.

His whole character to me is MADE of the kind of duality that makes up Persephone's mythos. I want to compare the whole Kore to Persephone name change to his Robin to Red Hood one too, but I would need more time to look at the etymology of her names and the transition between them beyond the basic "kore was what her mother named her and after she got married/kidnapped/sold (depending on the telling you are using) she became persephone" thing. Like from a purely mechanical standpoint they line up nicely but sometimes you wanna take a shovel and dig, you know?

And anyway back to the main point of all this: Jason's character is MADE of the same duality that makes persephone. And like, no matter what telling you go with (whether it is the traditional rape of persephone or the more modern retellings-WHICH I HAVE A WHOLE ASS RANT LOADED AND READY TO GO ABOUT HOW SHITTY IT IS THAT PEOPLE HAVE TAKEN TO BEING LIKE "that telling is WRONG and anyone who likes it is WRONG" BECAUSE YES ORIGINALLY IT WAS MORE CULTURALLY SIGNIFICANT TO HAVE HER TAKEN AGAINST HER WILL BUT THE POINT OF MYTHOLOGIES IS TO GROW AND CHANGE AND MATCH THE CULTURAL CONTEXT OF THE WORLD AT THE TIME, SO IT IS INCREDIBLY VALID FOR THE SAME GIRLS (AND OTHERS) WHO ARE READING ABOUT HER AND CONNECTING TO HER TODAY TO SAY "okay but what if we gave her a voice in all of it, and what if that voice didn't quite line up with what anyone else said?" BECAUSE A MAJOR SOURCE OF TRAUMA FOR THEM IS THE WAY THAT THE WORLD HAS WRITTEN OVER AND ERASED THEIR VOICE but imma stop here cause this is already ridiculously long and very off topic.) But anyway no matter what telling you go with I feel like it still fits.

The basic storyline is "persephone runs off alone" (Jason goes to find his mother) -> "persephone ends up in the underworld" jason dies -> "persephone is lost to the people she knew and loved" Jason is dead and then brainwashed/with the LOA -> "her mother greives and rages so hard that it threatens to tear the world apart" honestly a lot of the Bruce vs Jason bullshit fits here but for simplicity sake, bruce falls apart and almost destroys himself and batman -> "she goes back to see her mom" jason Returns! Changed, darker, angrier, but he returns either way! -> "hades is the one to bring her back" this is where interpretation kinda mucks with things but since im partial to the more modern retellings, Tim (as hades) recognizes that in order for Jason to truly heal and for Bruce to heal, they have to reconcile but that it will never be a smooth, easy relationship so he comes up with a compromise -> "persephone eats the seeds" reguardless of his relationship to tim at this point in time, jason makes the concious decision to "eat the seeds" or to admit he needs his dad but knows he has to limit their interactions for it to work so he ties himself to Tim, the person who brought him back, who has seen and handled him at his worst and still respects and cares about and understands him. He ties himself to Tim and by doing so ties himself to the family again without trying to go back to how he was before.

Ultimately, because i am partial to the telling that gives persephone agency, I honestly think that a blend of the original and the modern where persephone does make the choice to go because of how stifled her mother makes her feel that doesn't invalidate her mother's grief, that still ends in the compromise that her eating the seeds forces and allowing the two to reconcile would be the ideal version of the story to make a jaytim au.

Which, i kinda haven't talked a lot about hades=tim but like, especially in the blended version I proposed, if we have Jason end up in the underworld to begin with because of some trickery that isn't Tim's fault (joker anyone?) But could maybe be attributed to him anyway, you get a perfect opportunity to keep the initial antagonism between them, give jason agency in the story while still keeping the traditional non-consentual initial descent, and allow tim to be the one to reach out and bring jason back. Especially if u want reluctant initial bonding, Tim is VERY duty driven, he sets aside his own emotions and wants and needs to do what is right and what is best for others, and in this case getting Jason to go home, even for a short while, is the right thing to do and he is the only one in a position to do it.

Anyway that was a lot and if u need clarification on any of it let me know lmao

For the aak game: jaytim greek mythology au? (Or any mythology really, your pick)

thank you kriz!!!!!

this ended up. so much longer than 5 facts xD i love mythology, esp greek mythology lol.

i played around with a couple of different myths, but eventually i settled on hades & persephone bc. it’s my favorite <3

tim is the god of the dead. it’s a lonely and often thankless job, especially as few of the other gods care to venture into his domain. however, it’s also a responsibility he takes seriously. he’s something of a workaholic, actually, though every so often dick or one of his other friends will manage to drag him away to have some fun.

jason is the god of spring. bruce, king of the gods, is… protective of him. he has been ever since jason’s life was almost taken (or perhaps was; maybe jason was a demigod elevated to godly status after death? idk). it’s something jason appreciated once, when things were fresh, but now… he finds it stifling. he’s constantly escaping to the mortal realm, to spend time around humanity and away from the pressures of mount justice. bruce always drags him back, & they fight. loudly.

when the itch to run off again returns, it’s either during or just after one of tim’s rare visits. he’s never spent much time around tim; viewing him as dour, condescending, and stuck-up. however, he knows that bruce never goes down to the underworld, which means… sneaking off to tim’s is a pretty good way to make sure he’ll be able to actually get away for a bit. for as long as he wants, even.

he thought he’d be able to stay hidden. unfortunately, tim’s power down below is absolute, & jason is noticed as soon as he enters… though tim doesn’t approach until he realizes jason doesn’t intend to leave. jason is sure tim will hand him off to bruce & is initially defensive, but tim is genuinely curious about his presence, & gives him time to explain himself.

though tim is loyal to bruce, he’s never had qualms about disobeying him or even flat out lying to him when he feels bruce is being an idiot. in this case, he definitely feels bruce is being an idiot, and so… he invites jason to stay. jason accepts, gratefully—though suspiciously, too.

jason thought he would grow bored or lonely down here (a small price to pay for his freedom) but… he doesn’t. just like above, there are thousands of mortals to learn from and talk to, but here their knowledge spans the breadth of centuries. they’re happy to share with a willing ear, and jason absorbs their knowledge like a flower sucks up sunlight. if that wasn’t enough, the underworld is large, too; there are so many areas to explore & visit.

tim initially believes he’ll see little of jason. at first, he thinks jason will grow tired of the realm, and leave it. then, when that doesn’t happen, he figures jason will be so busy exploring and talking that he’ll have little time for tim himself. he doesn’t mind, really. it’s nice to have someone pay so much attention to his realm and those in it. even nicer when that someone is a god that tim genuinely admires, even likes. he’s been drawn to jason’s warmth and kindness from the beginning; fallen deeper for his wit & intellect at every meeting he attends. so. he’s content to simply keep a vague eye on jason as he wanders the realm, and not engage further.

jason, however, finds himself getting involved in tim’s side of things, too. a lot of it is bureaucracy, which bruce used to let him help with, but these days—they fight so much its impossible. not that he and tim don’t butt heads, especially at first. tim is used to doing everything himself, and jason is used to being second guessed and having to fight for every scrap of respect he gets. but more and more, they start to work together. tim respects jason, even if he tends to take the reins more often than not without realizing it. before long, they find themselves sort of… co-ruling, without even realizing it.

it’s during these moments—and those outside of it, when jason persuades tim to show him the underworld, instead of stumbling around blindly—that jason finds himself falling for tim. he’s not as dour as jason thought. there’s a sense of humor there; with a bit of an edge, that jason delights in. he’s not stuffy, either. he is condescending, sometimes, but that’s mostly the lack of social skills. jason can work with that. he’s dedicated to his job, to the people he watches over. he’s kind, and smart, and he listens. he challenges jason, too. debating him is fun. he doesn’t try to shield jason from the darker parts of the realm, either, trusting that jason can hold his own. it’s nice. really nice.

so nice that jason loses track of time. bruce has been tearing apart the mortal world, looking for him; growing increasingly frustrated when he can’t find him. it’s causing problems. mortals are dying. tim & jason do notice the influx of dead, but are unaware of the problem—until dick shows up. he figured out pretty quickly where jason went, but has kept his mouth shut so far. he knows what it’s like to need some time away from bruce. but now, with bruce’s temper escalating with his worry, it’s time for jason to come home.

jason is furious when he finds out what bruce has been doing. he storms back up to mt justice, tim in tow, to have it out with bruce. it’s probably their worst fight yet. bruce hates that jason has been in the underworld. at least his power reaches the mortal realm. down there? he has little influence. doesn’t help, too, that many of the gods’ enemies are imprisoned down there, possibly including the one who hurt jason. it goes around & around in circles until finally, jason tells him that bruce can shove it. he’s in love with tim & bruce can’t keep him from leaving.

ofc bruce immediately has to try, decreeing that they’re forbidden from seeing one another. jason just grins. after all, he has an ace up his sleeve. he brought with him food from the underworld—or, more specially, some pomegranate seeds. and while staring bruce straight in the eyes, he swallows six of them.

it’s not just that this is a fruit from the underworld, though. it’s one grown by jason, with his powers. his essence, twined with tim’s. and by swallowing that, he’s bound himself to tim—or, rather, to the place of his power. he is half a creature of mt justice; half of the underworld. now it doesn’t matter what godly decrees bruce makes. he cannot keep jason from his own domain.

away from bruce, jason is a little less confident in his scheme. tim, however, is pleased with jason’s solution. (he maybe found jason’s defiance more than a little attractive, too.) he asks jason if he’d like to make his claim on tim’s domain even more official, and marry him.

jason says yes, obviously.

[ au ask game ]

[kakiwrites]

spending summer with you

Genre: fluff

A Miya, cherry and Joe x reader

Synopsis: summer is here! What activities do the boys want to do with you?

a/n: yes, yes, yes! I am writing this instead of studying. I just finished sk8 and I wanted to write something for cherry but I decided to settle on this because I love the other guys too! It's also official! I am opening requests for sk8 so spam my inbox if you please! Let's get started!

Miya chinen

During the summer, he wouldn't really skate in the sun if he didn't have to practice.

So you guys would spend most of your free time indoors.

He does own a switch so you guys would just play games all day.

If you have a switch on your own, you guys would play fighting games together.

smash bros is his favorite because he can abuse kirby.

He doesn't really like calm games like animal crossing but with a bit of begging, puppy eyes, and kisses, he'll get it so he can play with you.

"there's nothing to do on here." Miya grumbled as he ran around his empty island out of boredom.

"think of it like you have to grind to the next level, Miya. Grab materials and I'll help you make your island pretty." you replied nonchalantly while you fished on your own island.

Of course, he also has a pc. He plays genshin on there.

If you got to force him to play animal crossing, he's gonna force you to play genshin impact.

"the cube is chasing me!" you yelled, trying to run out the electro hypostasis to no avail.

Miya's character stayed outside the arena. He was afk because he was laughing so hard he couldn't move.

Yeah, he can be an asshole. But he's your asshole 💖

Cherry | kaoru sakurayashiki

Bestie, he's a workaholic. Good luck with getting him out in the summer.

He has more work than usual so you instead ask him to teach you how to do calligraphy as a "hobby" of sorts.

You'll ask him to critique your work. You try to perfect your writing the whole summer.

Once kaoru finally approves that your work is up to par, you would do your best and try to match his style so you can take up at least half of his commissions for him.

He doesn't know if he should be touched or annoyed.

He just woke up in the middle of the night to see you in the shared living room surrounded by papers and finished commissions that were addressed for him to do.

Kaoru thought for a moment. This was a touching moment rather than an annoying one.

"you didn't have to do this. I could've handled it." he muttered guiltily after he brought your half-asleep figure to bed, his hands resting on your waist. He pulled your face to his chest.

"yeah but I want to spend time with you. And if I have to work to get you some free time, I'll gladly do it." you sleepily said, snuggling into the pink-haired man's chest and falling asleep once more.

He was thankful you fallen asleep otherwise, you would've seen the bright red blush that dusted his cheeks.

This became a tradition for you every summer.

You guys would work together to finish all of his summer commissions so you could spend more time doing other fun things.

But you got to admit that doing things together, whether it was work-related or otherwise, was really enjoyable for the pair of you.

It didn't matter what you were doing because as long as you get to spend time with one another, you'll be satisfied.

Joe | kojiro nanjo

This boy will try to woo you with his skating.

But like he does that any season he gets so you want to try something different this summer.

So he suggested that you take the part-time job opened at the italian restaurant he was working at.

Might not sound fun but hear me out.

Kojiro usually closes the shop so you guys would stay at the restaurant extra late to cook and experiment with new dishes.

"no, we are not boiling the pasta in watered-down tomato sauce."

"but what if it turns out tasty?" kojiro said with a smirk, standing over the stove as he dropped the pasta in normal boiling water with a pout.

Yeah, he still does it anyway.

When you wouldn't eat it, he decided to try it.

More or less, you were right. It tasted bad.

Just get him his favorite snacks and he'll perk right up.

Another thing he likes to do is to annoy kaoru. He always wants you to join along.

You were a good sport so you joined in the festivities.

Needless to say, the pink-haired male despised you.

At least his green-haired best friend loved you.

Cherry's got a little out of hand but it was managed hehe! Requests are open so please don't be shy to leave any requests in my inbox below! Love you guys

General taglist (don’t be shy to comment your tumblr @ below): @tokyoghoose @macaronnv @reogou @midnightangelfox @wumboho @seiijixcia

[fatliberation]

Top ten fat celebs?

Oh gosh, I couldn’t pick just ten!! We can do more of these if you guys like!

I’m gonna narrow it down here and first acknowledge lesser known fat musicians. This past weekend I just watched Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom and it’s a shame that I had never heard her story until now! I’m glad she’s finally getting the recognition she deserves as the Mother of the Blues, so if I may, I want to take this opportunity to celebrate ten fat musicians of color!

Ma Rainey

A queer, Black, influential female singer and songwriter of the 1920s. She was the first popular stage entertainer to incorporate authentic blues into her song repertoire and became known as the "Mother of the Blues!” With her unapologetic lyrics, Rainey proudly proclaimed her bisexuality and helped to mainstream Black female narratives in a musical style that later became a nationwide craze.

Bessie Smith

The Black, queer, “Empress of the Blues” who began as Ma Rainey’s protegé, later became the most popular female blues singer of the 1920s and 1930s! She wrote songs about liberated women, and had a plainspoken style that foreshadowed rap, and was a major influence on fellow blues singers and jazz vocalists.

Sister Rosetta Tharpe

The “Godmother of Rock and Roll!” A Black, queer, guitar-playing gospel singer, who paved the way for Elvis, Chuck Berry, and influenced everyone from Miranda Lambert to Bob Dylan! She crafted the sound in the 30s and 40s, her gospel recordings were characterized by a unique mixture of spiritual lyrics and rhythmic accompaniment that was a precursor of rock and roll. F*ck the Beatles, Sister Rosetta is the original rocker!

Willie Mae “Big Mama” Thornton

A Black female (and gender non-conforming) drummer, harmonicist, singer and songwriter of the 1950s! She was a formative figure in the rhythm and blues genre. The songs “Hound Dog” and “Ball and Chain” became huge hits for Elvis Presley and Janis Joplin in later years, but Big Mama Thornton sang them first!

Israel Kamakawiwo'ole, or “Bruddah Iz”

A Native Hawaiian `ukulele player, singer-songwriter, and activist, who is best known for his beloved rendition of “Over the Rainbow” in 1988 and forever changing the face of Hawaiian music. Through his joyful songs and lifelong advocacy for the islands’ values and culture, Kamakawiwo`ole has been widely referred to as the “Voice of Hawai`i!”

And now for some up and coming musicians!

Tedy

Tedy is a Haitian immigrant, who has moved around from various cities in both America and Canada. Originally a Youtuber, Tedy is a budding musician with little background in songwriting, but you’d never know it. He cultivated his distinct, soulful and explosive musical style by drawing on melodies and sounds he picked up throughout his life and his exposure to different cultures. Tedy released the singles “Can I” in 2016, and “Hold on Tighter” in 2018. Now signed to Sony Music, Tedy is back with the new EP Boys Don’t Cry. The emotionally charged track rides an expressive journey through feelings of fear, sadness, acceptance, and finally empowerment. Be sure to give it a listen!

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G.R. Gritt

G.R. Gritt is a Juno Award winning, Two-Spirit, Transgender, Anishinaabe/Metis artist. They reclaim space through songs that show that intersectional identity is expansive and not to be divided into parts. By exploring the emotional and cultural core of their heritage as a non-binary, queer, Indigenous artist, they create new space and encourage others to do the same. Gritt is currently preparing for the release of a new full-length album titled, Ancestors, on Coax Records. Their first single, “Quiet Years” is out now! Check it out!

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Brittany Howard

Brittany Howard is known for being the lead vocalist, guitarist, and main songwriter of rock bands Alabama Shakes and Thunderbitch. In 2019, she struck out on her own to write and produce a record that comes from the perspective of a queer, mixed-race woman, born to a Black father and white mother in the same city as the founder of neo-Nazi message board Stormfront and a former Grand Wizard in the Klan. Jaime, named in memoriam after Howard’s late sister, is a soul record built for and by our turbulent times, seeking humanity. Listen to it now!

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Tunde Olaniran

Tunde Olaniran is a Nigerian-American, gender non-comforming artist from Flint, Michigan. They have quickly embedded themself into the Detroit music scene; a singer, rapper, dancer, choreographer, producer and activist. Their music abandons all preconceptions of what pop can be. Their thematically-rich 2018 record Stranger supplied plenty of rhythms to exercise Olaniran’s voice, as they waxed poetic about what it means to be known. Their lyrics contain multitudes; they can speak on the Black experience, Celine Dion, and science fiction, and float seamlessly between subjects with grace. Their new single, “WDIWHI,” just came out in November! Give it a play!

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Crys Matthews

Crys Matthews is a queer, Black singer and songwriter who blends Americana, folk, jazz, blues, bluegrass and funk into a bold, complex performance steeped in traditional melodies. Her two 2017 releases, a full-length album called The Imagineers, about love and life, and an EP called Battle Hymn for an Army of Lovers, which tackles social justice themes. Over the summer, she released a single titled “Six Feet Apart” with Heather Mae (another amazing fat musician!!) as well as their virtual Pride tour ‘The Singing OUT Tour’, which allowed others to continue to celebrate the LGBTQ+ community from the safety and comfort of their own homes. “Six Feet Apart” is a stunning concoction of Mae’s soulful vocals and Matthews’ organic tones, fused to form a beautiful release with a relatable narrative. Be sure to listen and give Crys some support!

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Also, check out this great article by Sydneysky G (@blackfatqueer on twitter) to read about more fat, Black, female pioneers of music!